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theeangeleudaku · 2 years

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Punch, Drunk, Love: The Story of Ayan & Noah

It was on the day of her 18th birthday that Somalia born Ayan Samira Abdul would be discovered by american photographer Alex Ritts while walking down the streets of Paris, France. It was only a day later, a mere two hours after phoning her parents back home in Egypt where her family moved when she was 8 years old, that she had become an orphan. Her parents, a diplomat and a retired teacher respectively, had been killed in a car accident. There’s nothing like getting both the best and worst news of your life within a 24 hour timespan to completely change a person forever. In a matter of two weeks, Ayan would bury her parents and move across the globe to New York City. She decided that if she were to survive & thrive, the best thing she could do is assimilate as much as possible while keeping her Somali accent. She even went to the extreme of dropping her muslim faith and name, going simply by Ayan. She knew her accent would make her appear more exotic than African American women to all of those white photographers, agents, & designers, which in turn would keep her booked, busy, & paid. If she was going to be fetishized, it would be on her terms.

Ayan ended up being correct in her assessment. Within her first month of living in NYC, she was featured in Vogue. Within a year’s time, she became the muse of many prominent designers including Gianni Versace, Donna Karen, Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent, and Thierry Mugler. If there was a fashion magazine, Ayan would be on the cover. Commercial print work? Ayan was always the token, black hire. Love interest in a music video? If a white woman wasn’t getting the job, she was. She was on top of the world & soon she’d be head over heels in love too.

It started off as a tryst in one of the bathroom’s of Paisley Park while Prince was playing Gett Off with the New Power Generation in the summer of 1991. Ayan was high from snorting a line of cocaine with her model friends. Her lover, known to the world as one word: Bowie, was drunk and sweaty after having ten shots of vodka straight. One minute they were dancing together, the next, Ayan was pushed against a wall while Bowie had two long fingers stroking her deep in her pussy while her dress was hiked up to her slim waist. Eventually they stumbled into a bathroom where they had sex: hard, fast & passionate. What Ayan thought would be a one night stand with a rockstar would turn into much more.

Bowie was a white passing creole born & raised in the city of New Orleans. He was raised in Uptown where he would attend a catholic private school until he graduated from ED White High School with honors. At 18, he decided to backpack across Europe, and it was during this time that he would form the band known today as Ziggy Stardust after a spontaneous jam session with a random group of men at a pub in Germany.

The morning after Ayan & Noah’s first night together was filled with a hearty breakfast cooked by her lover, who’s real name she’d learned was Noah Heath Duplessis, and ended with a sweet kiss that left Noah begging & pleading for more. Within 6 weeks, Ayan and Noah would be engaged. Three months after that, on September 7, 1991, Ayan had married every white girl in America's dream man in the city that started it all for her, Paris, France.

The first two years of their marriage was a high….. literally. Ayan decided to travel with her rockstar beau as he toured the world with his band. While Noah worked with a sober mind during the day, once show time came, everything would become a drugged filled, sex pit of a wild party. She was living the life as a rockstar’s wife, and unapologetically so. It wasn’t until she was nearly sexually assaulted by Bill Cosby at a New Year’s Eve party in 1992 that Ayan & Noah would have a wakeup call & get sober. Their timing couldn’t be more perfect, because on March 30, 1993, they found out they were having a baby.

“I think we should retire, habibi.” Ayan spoke softly as she lay in her husband’s arms. They had only just finished having celebratory sex in their NYC highrise love nest. They couldn’t be more excited about the fact that their love for each other had been expressed in physical form through a child. The two of them were still panting and sweating from the physical exertion their love making always entailed as Ayan spoke.

“Retire? As in….” Noah asked.

“As in I quit modeling & you leave your band.”

“Where is this coming from, chérie?”

“Hollywood is too toxic of an environment to raise a family in. I want to give our child as normal of a life as possible.” Ayan said as she softly rubbed circles onto Noah’s naked chest. “Let’s leave it all behind and raise our family in New Orleans. Hell, I’ll even convert to catholicism.”

Noah let out a hearty laugh. “Converting to a new religion is a bit extreme don’t you think?” He said before kissing Ayan’s forehead. “Besides, I’m only a practicing catholic during Mardi Gras & Lent.”

“When have I ever not been extreme, Noah?” Ayan deadpanned.

“You’ve got a point there, baby.” Noah said with a chuckle.

A peaceful silence fell over the two as they continued to lay on their California king sized bed. The lights of the neighboring highrises twinkling through their bedroom window, casting a blue glow on their skin.

Finally Noah gave his answer. “If this is really what you want, then let’s do it. We can lay down some roots at my house in the Garden District. Let’s give our daughter a normal childhood.”

“Excuse me,” Ayan spoke with an attitude as she lifted her head off of Noah’s chest. “How do you know I’m not carrying a baby boy in my womb? I could be pregnant with a warrior prince for all you know.”

“I think you’re pregnant with a warrior alright, but our cher bébé is a little princess. I’m certain of it.” Noah said matter of factly.

“I tell you what, if it’s a girl, I’ll let you name her.”

“Great, Angèle Duplessis it’ll be then.”

“You already have a name ready to go?!” Ayan said in surprise.

“It was my great grandmother’s name, the first of our family tree to be born free from slavery.” Noah said softly.

“Shit, I can’t even make fun of the name now. You would have some deep reason for it. You always have to be all “power to the people” because you look like a white man.”

There was a pregnant pause before Ayan let out a shriek of surprise. Noah had given her three harsh slaps on her ass in retaliation against what Ayan said. “Hey, I’m pregnant now you rajul fazie! No more kinky shit for the next 8 months!”

“No kinky shit? You won’t be saying that in the next 5 minutes, my sweet.” Noah said huskily, his eyes glazed over in lust. He flipped the two of them over and quickly went to work on top of her.

On November 17, 1993, 6 months after moving to New Orleans, Angèle Lianne Duplessis was born. Ayan quickly adjusted to Louisiana living, & true to her word, converted to catholicism. Four years after giving birth to Angèle, the couple welcomed another baby girl they named Tyla Giselle Duplessis.

As far as their careers are concerned, Ayan and Noah were both able to rebrand rather successfully as a wholesome, family oriented couple who found success as entrepreneurs. Ayan got inspired during her pregnancy with Angèle to create her own makeup line after years of having to make her own mix of foundation with makeup artists to match her skin tone during her modeling career. Ayan Cosmetics would be a huge success and by 1996 the company was worth $300 million dollars, which was unprecedented for the time. As for Noah, he created his own brand of guitars he named after his stage name, Bowie. Eventually the company expanded to over 15 different instruments. The most expensive instrument he ever sold? A custom made Bowie piano made of solid rose gold and acrylic for $300,000. In the present, the couple are worth a staggering $1.8 billion together. Suffice to say, Ayan did exactly what she set out to do on the fateful day her parents died.

#kompound multiverse #angel lianne #the kompound

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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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My wife Josephine is..

An Alien Superstar 👽

#the kompound #the kompound reboot #the kompound multiverse #josephine

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goddessofthundathighs · 2 years

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Soooo… After much thought & consideration, me and the ladies have done a thing…

Keep in mind that because this is a multiverse and is completely separate from the original Kompound universe, some characters may seem a little different than what you remember. Be sure to follow the ladies and all of their shenanigans!

@nolareignudaku

@theeangeleudaku

@thekingjadechronicles

@josephine-udaku

@misskimoraudaku

Tagging who I think may be interested:

@chaneajoyyy @blktinkerbell @soufcakmistress @theogbadbitch @ghostfacekill-monger @dashhoney25 @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

#the kompound reboot #the kompound multiverse #my shit #fic talk

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nolareignudaku · 2 years

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Premise & Characters | Meet Nola | Sisterwives |Taglist (Comment to be Added)

Prologue - The Backstory

Act I - The Prodigy

Act II - The Artist Formerly Known as Hennessy

Act III - Big Stunna

Act IV - The Dealer & the Stoner

#nola reign #the kompound reboot #the kompound multiverse #Nola x Erik #masterlist

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. We've 8 days left!!

The Real Santa Stalker

Erik's child has beef with Santa Claus, so he has beef with Santa Claus.

Tags: Dadmonger, Erik x Charlie, The Kompound

N'Jada was chosen as the lead in the 1st Grade Christmas musical and Erik was the proud father helping his baby girl learn her solo, singing her through it a line at a time to help with her enunciation.

She was a stickler who liked to do things RIGHT, but sometimes.. like this evening.. her little kid brain didn't align with her overall goal.

"You better watch out! You better not cry! You better not pout, I'm telling you why!"

That was the easy part. She sang that part with her entire chest. The part she had the most trouble with was remembering the order of the verses and-

"Rudy-toot-toot and ruh-papumpum. Day head dolls like tootle'n too. Elegant po and cannycanes too, OH!"

Erik could tell she didn't know what the hell half those words were. She thought she was hittin' it, and he knew that he should've coached her a bit harder because she could take the criticism.. but those lil mistakes were too adorable to correct. He didn't have her bother with written lyrics. When she got older and looked back at the video, she'd probably be irritated, but in the meantime..

"Sing it again Jada?"

It never got old.

"Daddy, why doesn't Santa give homeless kids houses," she asked suddenly out of the blue. Erik's brow ticked as he considered what to say. He didn't bother asking where she heard it. She was a vey smart kid.

"Daddy, I hate Santa Claus," she pouted.

"Well.. Santa gives toys, baby, he doesn't buy houses."

"He could! He could give little kids houses and food instead of toys."

"Baby he runs a toy shop, he would need a real estate license and a food safety license to serve food. It's not that simple."

"But you said Santa is magic and can do anything!"

"He can!" Erik checked for his wife, Charlie, over his shoulder briefly. "He can.." She wasn't there and would be pissed if she heard what he was about to say. "I'll tell you the truth.. sweetheart," he kept his voice low as he was sitting on the floor, at her level. "You know how me and your mom told you.. Santa is real?"

N'Jada's eyes were large as saucers.

"We kinda lied.. only real he is.. is a real BITCH!" He covered her lips with his finger. "But you can't say that, or you'll be on the naughty list.. Okay?"

"I wanna beat his ass," N'Jada jumped, giving the pillow and cushion a sample of those hands." She'd been taking karate for a year. Erik grabbed her hands.

"Damn, Will Smith. What I tell you 'bout that cussin.."

"Mommy's not here," she looked back with a lowered voice.

"Okay.. If mommy hear it, I can't save you," his brows rose.

"Daddy, it's not fair. Santa's not supposed to be mean to little kids just because they don't have money or mommies and daddies."

"Santa is an asshole and I never liked him either. I'm on your side, and Santa deserves to be taught a lesson. I have an idea. No cookies and milk for him this year. That should teach him to be nicer."

"Yeah, and he should say he's sorry."

"You're absolutely right," he poked her belly. "You're so smart."

Charlie had no knowledge of Erik and N'Jada's conversation when she took her daughter with her to the mall in search of gifts for family and friends. N'Jada wanted to ride in the children's train, eat ice cream, share a cinnamon bun with her mom, and shop for toys. She also loved Claire's. Charlie loved how happy she was, dragging her by the hand to look at everything that caught her attention. Then suddenly N'Jada stopped. She stared straight ahead at Santa and his elves and the line of children waiting to talk to him.

"You wanna see Santa?"

Charlie walked N'Jada over and stood with her in line. She didn't seem as excited as last year, but Charlie didn't ask why. She merely kept an eye on her daughter until it was her turn to see Santa and sit beside him. Then she started taking pictures on her phone. N'Jada's curls were freshly defined and put in one high puff. She was dressed in the cutest red plaid jacket, white turtleneck, black skirt, white tights, and black boots. She even had on a sparkly lip gloss that Charlie bought her, so she'd stop playing in mommy's make-up. That was another story.

"Hohoho! And what's your name?" Santa hugged N'Jada and she looked up, torn.

"Santa, why don't you go to poor kids' houses?" she huffed. "NaeNae said she asked for a place to live and you didn't do it, why?"

Santa was wordless, unsure of what to say to this little kid, and Charlie couldn't hear the conversation to intervene.

"Oh, I'm sure NaeNae will.. get a.. place to stay.." He looked clueless about what else to do or say. "That's not for a little one like you to worry about."

"NaeNae is my friend. If you're mean to her, then I don't like you!"

Charlie watched in shock as N'Jada punched Santa in the face, the elves entervening as he kicked him in the knee. Charlie dragged N'Jada away immediately, only stopping once they were four stores away.

"Why would you do that!" Her grip on the small plaid coat was tight, and she was on N'Jada's level ready to shake her lil ass up. "Why?"

"Cuz Santa's a bitch," she whined. Charlie had to calm herself before she reacted. "Santa's supposed to care about all the little kids and he's mean to NaeNae!"

NaeNae was a little girl in N'Jada's class who N'Jada spoke about all the time. NaeNae this, NaeNae that.. Charlie didn't know the full story, but from what she understood, NaeNae and her mom’s living situation was rocky.

"NaeNae wrote a letter to Santa last year for a house for her mom, and Santa didn't do anything."

Charlie understood and nodded. "Sageypoo, Santa isn't in the business of houses.. he only makes toys."

"But you and daddy said he can do anything."

"Within reason.."

This wasn't going well, and Charlie could feel N'Jada's frustration. She didn't understand why Santa wouldn't just do it. A lot of Charlie's clients during therapy struggled with similar questions about God. Why wouldn't he just do it? It was a lot to try and tackle. Charlie called Erik for backup and luckily Erik wasn't physically far away. He was driving and doing shopping of his own and getting his hair cut. He met Charlie and N'Jada at the entrance of the Crate & Barrell.

"Tag me in," he high-fived Charlie, picking up his child and sitting her on his shoulders. "Keep doing what you doing I'm a take this lil gangsta for a walk."

He took N'Jada around the mall and sent Charlie on some errands alone outside of the mall while he kept the child.

"You remember I told you I was on your side," Erik asked as N'Jada hugged his head. "What do you say we send Santa a message about being unfair to kids?"

"Let's find him," she said deviously.

Together, they tracked Santa through the mega-mall and even to the parking decks.

"Get down real quick. I'm a show you how to start a small fire, but you always have to be aware of your exit before you do it and the most important rule.. as it is with everything? Don't get caught."

He pulled off his jacket, and surely there was a gascan tucked away and waiting. He had planned this entire thing for N'Jada to make her feel better unbeknownst to Charlie.

"Never stop fighting for your friends, that's how you make a difference. Sometimes you have to take desperate measures to get shit done. Try it, you shake it."

N'jada poured gas over the jacket, and then her daddy finished it, having her step back as she flipped the lit match.

Santa walked by and instantly freaked out yelling, "FIRE!! FIRE!!"

Erik ran over to him and held him letting N'Jada give him the business with what she learned in karate. When Erik released him, he fell trying to get away and N'Jada rejoiced feeling like she'd gotten the ultimate revenge and her daddy was right there to help her.

They'd avoided cameras. Santa only looked drunk on CCTV and Erik's jacket was easily disposable. He didn't even like that jacket. It was from one of his in-laws and wasn't his style. He'd been itching to trash it or burn it, and this was perfect.

He gave N'Jada a high-five, and together, they walked back into the mall. She had a skip in her step. That's what a daddy was for.. to help do the things mommy wouldn't allow. This would be their little secret and inside joke.

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #dadmonger

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asaltyrat · 9 months

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Vintage Story Stream

Open Mic Night at the Kobold Kompound. Congratulations for Everyone making it to the weekend! https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#twitch #streamer #kobold #live

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waveproxy · 2 years

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kompound

#forest #japan #natural #loneliest #sadcore #woodz

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mossybricks · 2 years

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hot sweaty fun day at the Klein kompound

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lovemecharlie · 3 years

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Sleeping In

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes a tale for the prompt. ♡

Charlie hadn't slept in in ages. Rolling around in her big comfy bed, admiring the view from her floor to ceiling windows, it was priceless.. Until she heard her husband in the doorway. "Good morning."

Burying her head under the comforter, she felt him join her under the comforter, his heat mingling with hers.

"Nooo, go bother Henny," she begged hoping to enjoy the quiet calm a bit longer. "No seriously. Go bother her please."

"She kicked me out," he admitted kissing her shoulder blade. She rolled her eyes against the pillow.

"What did you do N'Jadaka.."

"Nun, I simply..," he couldn't even lie, he was sounding too goofy, trying not to laugh between every sentence. He'd done something. "I.. I smoked up all her orders that were supposed to go out this weeeek," he wheezed with laughter causing Charlie to cringe at the rush of air on her neck.

"How does one person even smoke up all that weed, Erik," Charlie yelled watching him lag, his eyes glazed. She started to panic. He'd never been this high. "What is wrong with you!"

"Nun bae, I feel goood," he grinned eyes in permanent slits. Charlie thought of calling their personal physician but if Henny wasn't worried..

"You really set her back, you know how anal she is about getting shipments out on time, you messing with her rep."

He went into a coughing fit then and Charlie turned away rolling her eyes deeper. He pulled her back forgetting his own strength.

"Where you going.. Cha I gotta queestionn."

"Move bruh," his arm was squeezing her stomach and she was tryna go to Henny's room so she too could have space. His weed breath was in her ear, whispering hard like a Ying Yang Twin or a two-year old.

"Bae," the air exploded on her ear making her eyes wide in physical shock. She tried to tuck into her shoulder.

"Your breath smell weird, stop!"

"That's that loud," he hummed. "Cha.. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

What a dumb question. He deserved a dumb answer.

"No, I think about Trevante especially in those flashbacks? Whew. Kidding, I'm kidding," she yelled as he laid over her, pinning her to the bed.

"I'll kill the muthafukka," he mouthed wild eyed like a black momma in a store telling her to put something back. She had to take it back.

"I said I'm kidding! Erik, damn. You asking stupid questions what do you expect?"

"..Ask what the fuck I wanna ask," he mumbled into her neck getting pushback. She was very ticklish there and he knew that. "Let me slide it in."

"Ok but moove," she cringed with no control over it.

"You move."He flipped her like a pancake so that she laid face planted back in her pillow. His heavy hand landed with a clap on her bare ass. "MOVE." Instantly her ass lifted. She positioned her hands against her headboard as he slid in slowly and she pushed her ass back into him. Building her rhythm and pace she pushed back letting the momentum rock her as her kegels did involuntary work. He fell over her back, breathing heavily.

"N'JADAKA… NO YOU DID NOT…"

"..Sorry bae," he chuckled tickled and catching his breath. "I don't know what happened, it just came out." He was lost for words and Charlie was pissed.

"You.. I can't with you," she groaned getting up to find her robe. "I'm going to Henny room to get some rest like I could've been doing. Get it together."

"Cha," he chuckled but she'd left the room. "Cha," he repeated in the quiet, left alone. He sighed rolling off of the bed. "....Guess it's time to bother Kimora." Stumbling, he left the room heading in her direction, not remembering if she was there or not. It was the weed that made him forget. He'd saved a joint under his boxers in his drawer just to split with her, but if she wasn't there he'd go smoke it with Ryley.

@goddessofthundathighs

#the kompound #charlie #fics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x oc

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hennessystevens-udaku · 5 years

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The Choking Game

KING JADE/KING HENNESSY/SUB!ERIK

Erik sat in the emerald green throne chair of Hennessy’s bedroom, feet propped up on her desk. He’d just finished his nightly workout, and his studded chest shined with sweat. The Gatorade Hennessy had waiting for him was gone in 2 big gulps, a sign that he’d pushed himself hard. She stared as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like an egg caught in his throat. There was a small hole in the toe of his sock exposing his glossy toenail painted with clear polish done by Hennessy's hand. She chuckled softly to herself at the memory of the night he let her do it.

“What’s so funny, lil girl?”

“Oh nothing,” she lied with a smile.

“That typically means it's something.”

“Does it really?” she asked, still feigning ignorance. He pulled her onto his lap kissing her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered in between soft kisses to her skin.

“Well maybe this time is different,” she replied between her mewls.

“Connerie,” was his response as he traded the soft kisses for slightly rougher nibbles to her skin.

“Waaaait,” she whined. “I thought I was supposed to be giving you a massage.”

“Massage me then, Princess. What oil you using?”

“Homie whipped up some homemade shea butter. It’ll leave you feeling softer than a baby’s ass, braille bumps and all,” she giggled. He replied with a rough smack to her ass.

“Keep talking shit ma,” he threatened, his Oakland twang creeping out a bit. Hennessy stood to retrieve the shea butter smoothing it into his skin with deliberate motions. He let his eyes fall closed, allowing himself to fully enjoy his wife’s strong yet gentle small hands as they relaxed the kinks in his weary bones. She used her knuckles to knead the skin of his shoulder blades and spine then used her finger tips to massage his neck and temples. When she was done, she fell back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Daka,” she cooed as her fresh set of coffin nails found their way into his scalp.

“Princess?”

“I have a question.”

“And I may have an answer.” She smirked, letting a finger snake its way into his Cuban link chain.

“What would happen if I did this?” She slid out of his lap and turned to face him. She let her hand travel up his stomach to his sternum and finally to the chain that rested snuggly against his chest. He watched as she grabbed ahold and twisted so that it choked him ever so slightly. His eyes grew wide as he stared up at her, his top teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. His grip tightened on her hips as she twisted the chain even more.

“I don’t think those were words, Daddy.” He hissed softly, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared up at her.

“Fuck Auré. You teasing me,” he moaned.

“How? I just asked a question that I’m still waiting patiently for the answer to,” she responded with a giggle, still maintaining her grip on his chain.

“Am I intruding?” Charlie called from the doorway of the bedroom.

“Daddy’s being mean. I asked him a simple question, but he’s ignoring me.”

“Well that’s rude of you, N’Jadaka. Answer the little nugget.” She entered the grand room and approached the duo, her observations clueing her in to what was happening. “Well isn't this something. Don't mind me.” She took a seat on the desk next to Erik's feet to watch.

He bit his lip again, knowing that there wouldn’t be an easy way out of this.

“It turns me on,” he moaned softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Hennessy asked, twisting the chain once more. Erik’s hips began involuntary jerking, slowly thrusting upward. His eyes bucked again, a silent plea for her to not make him repeat what he had just said, but he knew better. King Hennessy wasn’t one to go easy, especially when it came to the brattiest brat in The Kompound.

“Oh my,” Charlie grinned leaning forward to watch. He was forgetting himself. That massage must have truly worked wonders.

“Say it again, my love,” Hennessy coaxed with soft strokes to his cheeks.

“It turns me on,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Aww Daddy Brat has a choking kink,” Charlie teased and she ran the heel of her YSL pump up and down his inner thigh. “Why.. does it turn you on, N'Jadaka? You've neglected to share that part. Is it the feeling of her fingers pressing and twisting the cool chain so that it winds and tightens, squeezing your neck so tightly that you lose your breath? Is that it? Do you like the feeling of losing control? Knowing your very life is in the hands of one of the brats you discipline?”

“Fuck,” was all he could say in response as his dark eyes bounced between his wives.

“Is your neck phallic representation? Are you imagining how tightly that meat stick between your twitching thighs could be squeezed? By those soft, small hands nonetheless. So feminine. So powerful. Address her by her title, N'Jadaka.”

“Yes, King Jade.”

Charlie slid her heel to the seat of his pants and applied mild pressure. “Don't look at me. Look at her. What is her name?”

“K-King H-Hennessy,” he groaned. If there was some sort of euphoric purgatory between Earth and the Ancestral Plane, Erik was there.

“Tighter,” Charlie requested and Hennessy happily obliged, applying more pressure to her husband’s thick neck.

“This is what you do to us, N’Jadaka. You toy with our bodies and minds in whatever way you see fit until we’re putty in those stubby fingers of yours. How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?”

If he were in the presence of anyone else, there was no way in hell Erik would be whimpering and moaning the way he was, but because this was a side of him that only his first, fourth, and seventh wife could bring out of him, he relished it.

“I love it,” he smiled.

“Words of a masochist,” Charlie said retracting her foot only to have Erik grab her by the calf, putting it back.

“I'd like to try something. May I,” Charlie asked Hennessy before she made a move. Standing from the desk, she pushed Erik's feet down to the floor and straddled his lap, grabbing the Cuban link chain from Hennessy and twisting it tightly causing his chin to raise.

“Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” she teased scratching the fingernails of her free hand down his bumpy chest and down his stomach into the band of his briefs. She squeezed him there with equal tightness biting and tugging on his bottom lip before releasing all three at once and returning to her spot on the desk. Erik whined pitifully when she left his lap.

“That's all. You kids have fun. I'll watch,” she grinned staring Erik down. He was panting like a dog in heat. Well technically, he was a dog in heat. His hardened member throbbed in his pants while his wives taunted him. Hennessy regained possession of the Cuban, twisting it around her hand while whispering the filthiest things in his ear in French. Charlie watched with a smirk, recording the entire ordeal for research purposes. It was a solid look into the thoughts and inner workings of a known sadist moonlighting secretly as a masochist. This was a private piece of his identity and a face he never revealed to the world.. and now it was on camera in Charlie's gallery. She hummed chipperly.

“Judging by that growing wet spot in ya pants, I think you’ve got something to ask me, N’Jadaka,” Hennessy quipped as she released her hold on the necklace before tightening it again.

“M-May I cum King Hennessy?”

“Cum? Already? We’re just getting started, Daddy.”

“N'Jadaka. Have you ever been waterboarded?” Charlie noted Erik's thrown expression. “I'm thinking of creating our own version of that. Wouldn't it be better if you were smothered by vagina rather than a shirt? Drowned by Hennessy rather than water?” His expression changed to something a bit more excited. Hennessy’s eyes shined with mischief the more Charlie spoke.

“Whatchu tryna do, wifey?” the small princess questioned.

“I'm trying to see you smother our lovely husband with that dangerous cooch of yours, but don't remove the panties. Let him suffer. Henny smiled a devious smile as she hoisted herself onto her husband’s lap and then up to his face. She gripped his dreads with both hands as she guided his head between her legs, allowing the soft satin of her panties to caress his face.

“Gahdamn,” he groaned, his nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“No one gave you permission to speak, N’Jadaka. Smother him so he can't breathe let alone speak,” Charlie goaded admiring the view.

“Yes King Jade,” Henny obeyed, pushing their husband’s face deeper between her plump thighs. The feeling was unlike anything Henny had ever imagined. The soft satin coupled with the warmth of his skin and breath had her dripping, leaving slick snail-like trails along his cheeks.

“Permission to touch you, King?” Erik called out, his voice muffled by his wife’s vagina.

“Permission denied,” Hennessy moaned, causing Erik to whimper as his nails dug deeper into the arms of the chair.

“Ooh the Jaguar about to come out,” Charlie teased before giving further instructions.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to make her cum without using your hands and tongue. Get creative. I need to see this, I might learn something,” Charlie said zooming in on the footage. He blew his lips like a raspberry making a noise that sounded like a propeller. It seemed to work because Hennessy reacted. She rolled her hips, pushing his face even further between her legs. She was now using his nose as a clit stimulator and boy was it doing the trick.

“1 minute,” Charlie announced as she moved to get closer. She wanted to capture it all, right down to Hennessy’s love faces. The tiny princess’ body went into overdrive, jerking and spazzing until her release coated the seat of her panties and the tip of his nose.

“Do over. I can beat that time,” Erik pleaded, keeping his hands down.

“Not tonight, Daddy. I have other plans for us,” Hennessy murmured softly draping her arms around N'Jadaka's neck. Lovey dovey mode was back in effect.

“Welp, that's my cue. I have some online reading to do. I shall see you two in the morning.” Charlie stood and made her way to the door as Hennessy and Erik continued nibbling on each other's lips, caught up. The next round would occur behind closed doors.

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josephine-udaku · 2 years

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Daddy’s Little Girl (Part 1)

48 hours had passed since Josephine’s extraction of power and now she was fully recovered and standing naked in front of a floor to ceiling mirror examining every inch of her body. Everything about her body felt weird, but she didn’t feel like she had lost any of her powers. There was no physical difference, besides Josephine’s typical vibrant violet eyes were now a dull periwinkle. While Josephine was minding her business, an obnoxious knock on her bedroom door, and then an abrupt opening of her door forced her and Malcolm to lock eyes in her mirror. Josephine raised her eyebrow, “May I help you?”

Malcolm’s face swiftly switched from its regular beige color to a flushed red as he hastily diverted his eyes to the floor once he realized that Josephine was naked. “Ah… um… Empress Josephine, I didn’t mean to burst in on you while you were indecent, but it is time for us to leave.”

Josephine discreetly clenched her thighs at the sound of Malcolm’s deep voice and furrowed her eyebrow up at his bashfulness, “Have you never seen a naked woman before, Malcolm?”

Malcolm continued to lock eyes with the floor, “Um… Empress… Empress Josephine, I do not believe that is an appropriate question to ask.”

Josephine placed her hands on her hips and sarcastically cackled, “Appropriate? I don’t think it’s appropriate to barge into royalty’s room after only knocking once. If I wanted to, I could have your head for this misconduct.”

The possibility of being reprimanded for his actions caused Malcolm to raise his head ready to defend himself, but he then quickly placed his head back down after remembering that Josephine was still standing in front of him exposed. “My deepest apologies, Empress Josephine. I just wanted to ensure that the message was delivered to you. We must leave. Our flight will take off in 10 minutes.”

“Look at me Malcolm.” Josephine watched as Malcolm hesitantly raised his head to make direct eye contact with her once again. “Never enter my room without being formally invited to do so and never give me orders like you are the Emperor. I may have lost some of my abilities, but I am still your Empress. Understood?”

“Understood, Empress.” Malcolm slipped and let his doe eyes travel up and down Josephine's slim, thick figure and admired the curviness of her ass before bowing his head and leaving.

Malcolm’s lustful gaze didn’t go unnoticed by Josephine as a devious smirk took over. “Hmm… this mission might be a fun one.”

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After 16 hours of flying, four layovers, and fighting to book the last available presidential suite in Houston, Texas, Josephine collapsed from exhaustion onto the California king bed situated in the middle of the hotel room. When Josephine found out that teleportation was one of her abilities that she lost, she was boiling with wrath. Josephine despised the idea of traveling like a mortal and felt that all the time spent sitting down waiting to get from point A to point B could have been used for something more productive. Between you and me, it was a good thing that Josephine was unable to access her full abilities and go on a bloodlust rampage.

Malcolm on the other hand loved to travel and was accustomed to traveling around the world like a mortal. As a warlock, Malcolm was never given the ability to teleport so public transportation was all he knew. This was also an exciting mission for Malcolm because he had never traveled to the USA and was like a kid in a candy store the way he was fascinated with American culture and architecture.

“Hmm… so this room only has one bed.” Malcolm had just finished admiring every element of the presidential suite before plopping his 6’7ft and 205 lbs body down on the edge of the bed, causing Josephine’s 5’9 frame to jump up from the mattress and land abruptly back down onto the bed.

If looks could kill, Malcolm would be floating headless somewhere in the ocean right now. Josephine glared at Malcolm and threw a pillow and a small throw blanket on the heated floor before kicking him in his back with her foot. “You can sleep on the floor.”

Malcolm tilted his head to the right and looked at the bedding Josephine threw on the ground and let out a low grunt before turning around to grab her ankle. Josephine was flabbergasted as she watched Malcolm crawl up on top of her body and firmly place her ankle next to her ear as he got face to face with her. Josephine was now in an interesting pose while Malcolm held onto her ankle and breathed deeply in front of her. “I would never disrespect the throne or disrespect my Empress, but I will not be sleeping on the floor tonight like a dog.”

Josephine chortled as she tried to maneuver out of the suggestive position she was currently in. “You’re nothing more than a lap dog for my father. Be a good bitch and lay down.”

Malcolm unknowingly tightened his grip around Josephine's ankle and clenched his jaw in an attempt to hold back what he really wanted to say... “I’m a top Sudan warlock soldier who was assigned the mission-”

Josephine fluttered her eyes and shifted them from deep auburn to a dull periwinkle. “Release me and lay down on the floor. Now.”

Josephine watched as Malcolm physically struggled with being in control of his free will and falling under Josephine's hypnotic command. Josephine took note that her ability to hypnotize has been weakened but not completely lost. It seemed like it was a 50/50 chance against others who dwelled in magic. After a few seconds of fighting Josephine’s command, Malcolm finally let his body give in and released Josephine’s ankle and made his way to where the pillow and throw blanket laid on the floor beside the California King bed. A cocky grin was plastered on Josephine's face as she watched Malcolm undress himself until he was down to his boxers that revealed a semi-erect bulge.

Malcolm watched Josephine’s eyes trail down his barely covered body and decided to take the moment to return the energy given. The thin white t-shirt Josephine had on revealed her aroused chocolate nipples and the thin white leggings she had on showed a visible outline of her fat cat that winked when Malcolm made eye contact with it. Malcolm bit down on his plump bottom lip and snickered to himself. “Is there anything else you desire from me tonight, Empress?”

Josephine caught on to the sexual entendre laced in Malcolm’s question and licked her lip-gloss coated lips before jumping out of bed and undressing herself until she was nude. “I desire nothing else from you tonight. I am going to take a shower.”

Malcolm nodded at Josephine’s response as he awkwardly laid down on his makeshift bed for the night and mumbled to himself, “At least the ground is warm.” A couple minutes had passed, and Malcolm was drifting away to sleep when a sudden blaring light and the sound of running water forced him awake. Apparently, Malcolm had missed the see-through shower window when he was admiring the presidential suite. As if Malcolm was in a lustful trance he sat up and watched Josephine rinse and lather her naked body as she made direct eye contact with him and glared into his soul. Malcolm’s mouth hung slightly open as his hand drifted to the growing bulge in his boxers while he observed Josephine seductively take the soapy hotel washrag and pay ample attention to each erotic part of her body. First to get attention were Josephine’s breast, as she glided the towel over each breast and began rubbing her mahogany nipples until they were covered in suds. Next to get attention was Josephine's defined stomach and snatched waist. Malcolm began to rub himself through his boxers as he watched Josephine ring her towel out and let the suds travel down her body until they dripped off her thick mound.

The sexual tension between Malcolm and Josephine had grown thicker than peanut butter that was left in the freezer. Josephine noticed that Malcolm was stroking his hardened member through his boxers and motioned with her finger for him to join her in the shower. Malcolm did not need to be told more than once and in a flash, he was hovering over Josephine's soapy body while the sizzling shower water cascaded down his back. Josephine and Malcolm exchanged glances of lust with each other for what seemed like an eternity before Malcolm grabbed the washcloth from out of Josephine’s hand and bent down to face her trimmed mound. Malcolm hovered the washcloth over her body and looked up at her, “Do I have your permission to clean you, Empress?” Josephine silently nodded as Malcolm placed tender kisses on her pelvic and dragged the hand towel up and down both of her legs, and jiggly ass until they were covered in bubbles. “You must spread your legs apart for me to clean you here as well, Empress.” As Malcolm had the towel hovering over Josephine’s mound, she slowly spread her legs apart, causing water and soap that was sitting in the crevice of her ass to travel forward and drip to her love cave. Josephine was shocked and confused when Malcolm handed her back the washcloth, but the confusion quickly washed away when the feeling of Malcolm’s thick tongue traveling up and down her slit explained what his idea of “cleaning” meant. Josephine threw her head back against the shower wall and started moaning, twisting, turning, and convulsing as Malcolm twirled his skilled tongue over her sensitive bub. Malcolm noticed that Josephine was close and hurriedly placed her on top of his shoulders as he continued to eat her pussy to a fulfilling orgasm and made his way over to the bed.

Malcolm didn’t miss a beat as he continued to eat on Josephine like she was the last supper and placed her down onto the bed. The different sensations from the now wet sheets clinging to her body, and the feeling of Malcolm sliding his tongue in and out of her pulsating walls that craved friction had her crying out in pleasure. “Right there… right there Malcolm.” Malcolm hummed in delight in knowing he was satisfying Josephine and decided it was time to switch up his technique as he latched his lips onto her aroused clit and his mouth started working like a real life rose toy. Josephine clawed at Malcolm’s curls and arched her back from the bed as she hit a wall of pleasure and let the feeling take over her body.

The sensual moment between Malcolm and Josephine didn’t last long when the unexpected blaring sound of his phone ringing killed the vibe. Like a trained pet running to its master, Malcolm rushed to answer his phone as if he didn’t have a living goddess laying in the bed ready to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Josephine didn’t have to guess who Malcolm was speaking with, the slight timidity in his usual boisterous tone told her everything she needed to know. The conversation between Malcolm and Josephine’s father was short, sweet and to the point. Her father inquired about where they were staying, if the trip was running smoothly, and the update tracking coordinates for Erik Killmonger.

Josephine sighed to herself as she stared up at the ceiling slightly frustrated. Even if the moment was short, it was nice to experience a new lover after going through a 2,000-year dry spell. The sudden feeling of big, calloused hands gripping Josephine’s thighs caused her to sit up and look down at Malcolm who was about to return to being her personal head monster. Josephine reached down to the top of Malcolm’s head and gripped his hair with aggression. “What are you doing?”

Malcolm looked at Josephine with a confused look, “I’m getting ready to give you more pleasure, Empress.”

Josephine pushed Malcolm’s head back away from her, “For a second I almost forgot how you act like you desire to lick the soles of my father’s feet. Your services are no longer needed for the night.”

Malcolm let go of Josephine’s thighs and stood up, letting his towering frame loom over Josephine. “Am I wrong for showing our Emperor the respect he deserves?!”

Josephine looked up at Malcolm, “You only know the façade he puts on. I know the real Samore, and the real Samore doesn’t deserve to walk this earth.”

Malcolm reached out for Josephine’s neck and choked her as he let the weight of his body fall on top of her, causing their bodies to sink into the middle of the bed. “Do you dare threaten the life of the Emperor? We should all be grateful for the work he has done to build such a strong empire!”

Josephine grabbed at Malcolm’s wrist and clamped down on it with her hand until a loud snap was heard. The sudden rush of pain caused Malcolm to try and retrieve his hand away from Josephine’s grips, but she kept his hand in place. “Oh, look at the great soldier trying to run.” Josephine tightened her grasp causing Malcolm to become even more erratic with attempting to free himself from her hold. “My father is a coward who trained his only child to become a weapon of mass destruction. Every war he entered and won, he won because of me.” Josephine squeezed her hand even tighter causing the veins in her hand to appear. “Every nation that was successfully invaded and conquered after I was born, was because of me.” Josephine blinked and her new dull purple eyes darkened to a deep lavender. “Every victory that Sudan has written down in its propaganda history books is because of ME! I am the Empress of Chaos! I am the reason we are a thriving nation!” Josephine finally released Malcolm’s hand and quickly leaned in close to his ear, “And the only reason the Empress of Chaos isn’t going to snap your neck tonight is because you were a decent bitch to her and made her cum… Next time she won’t be so merciful.”

With those final words Josephine snapped her fingers and a strong gust of wind soared through the hotel room destroying everything in its way and flung a wounded Malcolm into a corner. “Be a good little dog and sit for your Empress until she tells you to move.” Once again Malcolm was fighting Josephine’s hypnosis command and wanting to have his free will. Josephine watched in delight as Malcolm’s eyes darkened to a burgundy red with a murderous intent as he unwillingly bent his towering frame down to sit in a corner like a dog. The sound of Malcolm grinding his teeth in frustration became music to Josephine’s ears as she dramatically yawned, casted a spell to dry the damp bed sheets, fluffed the pillows on the bed, and laid down to rest. “We have such a big day tomorrow, Malcolm. See you in the morning.” With a final snap of her fingers Josephine blackened the suite as she drifted off to sleep, with the only thing visible being Malcolm’s red eyes full of anger in the corner.

#the kompound multiverse #the kompound reboot #the kompound #jojo cartiér #josephine cartiér #erik killmonger #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger x oc

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theeangeleudaku · 2 years

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🦋 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 🦋

🦋 Page Info | About Angel | Sisterwives 🦋

°○Introducing °○

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖋 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑:

| Synopsis & Cast |

Prologue

Chapter One - I Been On

Chapter Two - I’m That Girl

Chapter Three - Don’t Jealous Me

Chapter Four - Temptation

Chapter Five - Apple Pie á la Mode

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰:

• Punch, Drunk, Love: The Story of Ayan & Noah

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goddessofthundathighs · 5 years

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Dreams & Nightmares

I apologize in advance for this. It’s been sitting in my drafts forever and finally finished it.

“Good morning Dr. Stevens, you look lovely today,” Raven quipped as her boss walked through the double doors of the dispensary. Since today was Friday, she opted for a casual look pairing a light denim button up with distressed denim jeans and her Prive Louboutin peep toes.

“Good morning Raven. What’s my schedule like today?”

“You have two interns to interview, a conference call with the FDA, and your usual lunch date with Charlie Jade and the babies at 2:00.” Hennessy smiled before turning to walk back towards her office. She was thankful that she had a pretty light day, hoping that she’d be able to take the rest of the day off after lunch with Charlie. Erik was away on business in Wakanda and she had been working longer hours to keep herself busy. She loved Charlie because she was always willing to watch after Harmony and allow her to vent when she needed to. It made Erik’s absence a lot more bearable.Smiling at the thought of her husband, she sent him a quick text letting him know that she missed and loved him.

“Ok Chiron, let’s get this day started.”

After about three continuous hours of work, Hennessy took notice to how quiet it was in the dispensary. Fridays were usually pretty jam packed, mostly with younger patrons filling their prescriptions in preparation for the weekend, so the quiet was a bit startling. When she stood to investigate, she was pushed back inside by Raven.

“Call Mr. Stevens, now!” was all she said before running back out of the room. Hennessy was confused to say the least and was about to head out behind Raven until the sounds of screams and gunfire stopped her in her tracks. She panicked and fumbled with the buttons on her kimoyo beads, knowing this would be the quickest way to get in touch with her husband. Before she could complete the call she felt a sharp sting in her abdomen before the entire room went dark.

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The sunset was always the most beautiful thing to Erik about Wakanda. The way the pinks, golds, and oranges of the sky faded into a soft lavender signaling the beginning of nightfall would never get old to him. He was currently in his office of the great palace working on diplomatic trade agreements and missing his tiny doctor. His heart always missed her more when he was out of the country, mostly because he couldn’t just drive to her office to pester her while she worked. He glanced at his kimoyo beads, noting that it was 8:30 in the morning and that she had probably just made it to the office.

“I’ll let her get settled and then I’ll call her,” he thought aloud as he read over his emails. The trill of his kimoyo beads pulled him from work. She must’ve known she was on my mind he said before going to answer.

“Wassup Princess?” He asked before the line went dead. “Weird. Lemme call her back.” After a few failed attempts, he gave up thinking she might’ve mistakenly called him and went back to work.

T’Challa whistled cheerfully, leaving the throne room following a meeting with the council and the Jabari tribe. Challenge Day was coming up and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. As he headed towards his cousin’s office, his mother stopped him with tears in her eyes.

“Mother, why are you crying?”

“T-There’s been an incident. The princess -,” she tried, but choked on her words.

“Did something happen to Shuri?” M’Baku inquired as he walked up to the pair. Ramonda shook her head no and attempted to explain what she had just saw once again, but again choked.

“I am fine, M’Baku,” Shuri’s voice called from behind her mother. The men noted that she had been crying as well.

“There was an active shooter in Hennessy’s lab. There were many casualties and she didn’t --”

T’Challa held his hand up before she could finish and held his mother while she wept.

“Does N’Jadaka know?” M’Baku asked.

“Is the palace collapsing?” Nakia quipped. T’Challa wiped his mother’s tears before straightening himself.

“I’ll tell him.”

“Are you sure, son?” T’Challa nodded before venturing down the hall.

“I’ll go with him,” M’Baku added as he followed. “He cannot throw me off a cliff.”

The walk to Erik’s office seemed a lot longer than usual. The men walked in stifling silence, dreading the beast that rested on the other side of the door. T’Challa knocked twice before walking into the office.

“N’Jadaka, we have some news,” M’Baku started.

“Wassup?” Erik asked not bothering to look up from his notes.

“Umm.. Well.. There was an active shooter..” T’Challa tried, finding the same difficulty his mother had when she tried to explain it to him.

“Uh huh,” Erik replied hoping they’d just say whatever they had to say so he could finish his notes and take the Talon back home.

“There’s no point in beating around the bush,” M’Baku rushed. “There was an active shooter at Hennessy’s lab. She along with several others didn’t..” he began choking up as well. “Fuck.. This is a lot harder to say out loud that I thought.” To their surprise, Erik began chuckling.

“That’s real funny, y’all. Princess called me not too long ago.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“No. The line went dead before…” He paused, realization suddenly flashing across his face.

“A-Ain’t no way..”

“We wouldn’t dare joke about something like this,” M’Baku added, sniffling softly.

“N-No.. Not my Shy..” tears clouded his vision as he looked down at his phone to see thousands of missed calls and messages from the other princesses. Erik ran as fast as he could to the Talon with the Dora hot on his tail. They made it back to the States in record time and Erik sped to the dispensary. The scene was surrounded with yellow police tape and bystanders trying to determine what had happened. Erik bypassed them all, pushing his way inside.

“Where is she?! Where the fuck is she?!” he screamed as he continued to push past the officers.

“Erik I can’t let you go in there,” Raven cried as she rushed to his side.

“I-I gotta see her, Rae. I have to,” he sniffled.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see her like that,” Raven pleaded again, holding her hands against his chest. It didn’t work. He continued forward, pushing Raven backwards in the process.

“Erik please.”

“Raven move!” he growled. Raven finally sighed and stepped to the side.

“Fine,” she sniffled. “She didn’t even make it out of her office.” Erik nodded, walking until he stopped at the doorway of the princess’s office. He stopped when he saw her, unable to contain his emotions. She was laying in a pool of her own blood, eyes still open and frozen in fear. Her denim shirt was bloodstained and there was a quarter-sized hole in her chest. He kneeled down next to her, lip quivering as he took in the scene. In that moment he was transported back to his apartment in Oakland, cradling her body the way he did his father’s when he found him. He rocked her body back and forth, trying in vain to wake her up. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, hoping she’d start giggling like she would when he would do it in the morning, but she remained silent and still.

“B-Baby no. You gotta wake up. I-I need you.” He turned his head to see Raven standing in the doorway crying.

“I-I tried to distract him. I rushed in and told her to call you and I went back out and slipped on some blood that was on the floor and hit my head. When I came to, it was over. I’m so sorry, Erik.”

“I-It’s not your fault, but my daughter… Fuck man!”

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Night blanketed The Kompound in darkness. All the babies were sound asleep and each wife in her respective living quarters except Hennessy. The tiny doctor was in the greenhouse doing some research for her latest strain. Due to their time in the military as well as other life experiences, both Aly’Sha and Erik suffered terrible nightmares as a result of their PTSD. She was looking into a healthier method of curing the pair that didn’t involve unhealthy addictions to medications. Upstairs, Erik tossed and turned violently before shooting up out of his sleep. He was sweating and panting hard, frantically searching the room for any signs of his first wife.

“Shy! Hennessy!” he yelled, his fear heightening when he didn’t get a response. He quickly threw on a pair of joggers, sprinting downstairs at high speed. He caught a glimpse of her puff through the windows of her greenhouse and ran full speed until she was secure in his grasp.

“Erik what the hell?” she screeched, caught completely off guard by his outburst. He didn’t answer immediately, instead he buried his face in the bend of her neck.

“Oh, je croyais t'avoir perdu. Putain, mon cœur fait très mal.”

“Wait baby, slow down. What happened?” He bit his lip, trying hard not to cry as he stared down at her.

“I-I had a dream you got killed at the lab and it felt so real.. Fuck..” He held her tighter as she stroked his cheek.

“Aww baby. I’m right here, alive and in the flesh,” she cooed, gently massaging her fingers through his dreads. He hummed softly, rocking their bodies from side to side before moving to sit down on the lounge chair. He buried his face in her stomach, loving the way her plush body felt against him.

“I’m right here, Daka,” she kept repeating until she was sure he’d calmed down enough. He ran his fingertips over her legs and thighs before settling them around her waist.

“Can I be your shadow today?”

“After a dream like that, I don’t think you’d take no for an answer,” she teased, turning her attention back to her notebook.

“What you working on, Mrs. Genius?”

“A new strain. Working on something for sufferers of PTSD.”

“Ah. Have you started growing it yet?”

“Not yet, still researching.” He nodded again, softly nuzzling her stomach like a cat. He smiled down at him, mildly amused by his reaction to the dream.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d die by some punk ass active shooter. We survived the Thanos snap for crying out loud!”

“Technically I was cryogenically frozen,” he corrected, earning himself a smack on the head.

Translation:

Oh, je croyais t'avoir perdu. Putain, mon cœur fait très mal. (Oh, I thought I lost you. My heart hurts alot.)

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#vanity writes #my shit #erik stevens #erik x henny #the kompound #henny fic

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nolareignudaku · 2 years

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Hennessy Aurelié Udaku

Angéle Lianne Udaku

Charlie Jade Udaku

Kimora Udaku

Josephine Epais Cartiér-Udaku

#the kompound multiverse #the kompound reboot

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Trick or Treat

A fic in The Kompound series dedicated to the one and only Josephine.

@theegoldenchild @bastioncarterstevens-udaku @hennessystevens-udaku @alyshastevens-udaku @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @chaneajoyyy

It was on sight.

His sleeves were rolled up and she could see the blonde hairs on his forearms. It looked like he had makeup on his wrist covering another tattoo.

Josephine was ready to give up the draws to the Starbucks barista. There seemed to only be two working and one was a skiny twenty-something white guy with curly blonde hair, a close shave, and a tattoo on the side of his neck that kept trying to reveal itself through the collar of his black button down.

Jojo lowered her tinted sunglasses to view his blue eyes unobstructed. He stood at about 6'3.. 6'5 which was perfect since she was 5'10 and unattracted to anything under 6'1.

He tapped the register showing the customer the price, taking their money before moving the line along. A quiet king. Jojo was sold.

She moved her glasses to the top of her head and as he moved around, she watched him calmly assemble a two sandwich/three drink order. That was when she noticed his hearing aid and decided she'd moan so loudly in his ear during sex that he'd have to keep it turned off.

Jojo's turn to order came. The barista's chin lifted to her and she leaned closer to look into his ocean blue eyes before scanning over his skinny but muscular arms. His name tag read Logan.

"Logan..," she smiled, eyes sparkling with shameless flirtation. "I want one of you, can you bring me that?"

He smiled as if his day had been made.

"Tall Caramel Snickerdoodle Macchiato," she ordered leaning in just a bit more at the counter to display her cleavage.

He shrugged as if he'd speak but Josephine quickly realized that 1) he couldn't and 2) he was confused.

"Secret Menu," she clarified.

He shook his head in confusion.

"Tall soy caramel macchiato upside down with two pumps vanilla and two pumps cinnamon dolce," she said quickly while adjusting her glistening cleavage and drawing his eye for an instant until he redirected himself. He had self control which Jojo liked, but she also knew how to break that up. She wanted him sooner than later. Quickly he began putting the drink together himself with great care despite the queue of people in line behind her. That was when she gave him her super-white smile. In no time, his number was on her cup in sharpie and Jojo had walked out into the sunshine, sipping with a new man at her disposal. It was a great day.

Josephine fantasized briefly about what his dick might look like. She had every intention of sucking the pale out of her new caucasian boy toy, but she also had a motive.

"Jojo! I'm a need to put an 'a' on that if you gonna use it. I told you already how it sounds."

The longer Josephine thought and smiled her coke white smile, the easier it was to decide that he'd be the perfect underling to draft into her plan of Halloween mischief. She skipped in the sunlight, her skin glinting. By the time she got back to her car and slid into the driver's seat to start it, she was giddy.

"Why you gotta be such a murderous lil thot," Erik muttered causing Josephine's head to snap up. His voice came crisply over her shoulder as if he were there. She quickly scanned the area, her car, and her clothes finding nothing.

"What the french toast.. Where are you," she asked looking around. She sat in her car in front of Albertson's grocery store beside the Starbucks drinking her drink. Her fingers brushed over the phone number written on the cup in black sharpie.

"Nah don't hide it now," he chuckled. Jojo primped in the visor mirror not giving a damn if he saw the number, she just didn't want her plans ruined.

"I don't know what you mean sir," her voice went up innocently as she applied her clear gloss.

"Jojo... my heart can't take this bullshit right now."

"Don't know what you're talking about. Bye!"

Josephine closed the car door and walked into the grocery store grabbing a cart and wiping it down. She patted down her jacket lapels and the pockets, her tube top, leggings, and boots.

"Don't kill family, Jojo. For once.. let's enjoy a normal holiday."

Josephine looked around wondering where Erik's voice was coming from.

"A witch can't do a lil light shopping in peace?! I'm innocent.. I'm being domestic and minding my business," she smirked looking through tomatillos and avocados. Erik didn't respond.

As she shopped for the ingredients to prepare the perfect Mexi-family dinner, she heard no more voices. Then she got back to the car to put the bags in the backseat. Her witchy senses began to tingle as she turned the wheel to leave on her way back home.

"Don't make me use magic," she paused still looking for the source of sound. "Cuz I really don't feel like it."

"Cheating make you tired huh," he teased. She slurped and sat her cup back in the holder in response. She knew what she wanted to do, she'd jinx him somehow and then laugh until he figured it out. Smiling, she continued to cruise on her way back to the compound.

"What you want nigger," she snapped. She knew he hated it, but he shouldn't have spied on her.

Erik stood to the side of his witchy wife, watching her obvious attempt at pissing him off. He knew she was plotting a long time ago, he just didn't know what.

"Errr those are your ears... This is my mouth and we're both black, nigger."

Erik kissed his teeth audibly. "What are you doing Jo.. you up to something."

"What?! You're breaking up, I can't hear you!"

"Bull."

She couldn't hang up, but she could ignore him. She honestly only wanted to cook in peace and feed the family for the time being, that was true. However, she wouldn't be Josephine without something up her sleeve.. and her fearless spontaneity was a reason why he loved her so much.. wasn't it? Everyone loved her.

She wouldn't flip the house upside down and then fix the issue every single time if she didn't love them and they didn't love her. They needed someone like her to keep them on their toes, looking over their shoulder every 15 minutes. She was the excitement. As the magical one, it was practically her duty to introduce chaos and adventure.

Afterall.. What was fun without a lil fear and screaming?

"You stuck your foot in that, girl," Angel praised, rolling her eyes as she pointed to Jojo in approval.

"Mhm," Erik hummed nearly in a food coma.

"Yesss and I HATE avocado with a passion but somehow you got me to eat it and like it," Charlie chuckled.

"Yeah, bitch, ya done good," Homie added, satiated.

Dinner was a hit and the family sat around the dinner table, absolutely stuffed.

"Baby, you did THAT," Ryley sighed, holding her stomach.

"Thank you niggerettes," Josephine grinned glowing with pride. She loved to cook and her skill was greater than that of Wolfgang Puck. As old as she was, and she had some millenia on her, she knew every technique and seasoning there was to know.

Aly'sha belched covering her mouth quickly after and Bastion snickered.

"On that note, let's all take a walk to the outer gate," Hennessy spoke standing from the table to lead the group in the walk outside.

They knew not what waited for them.

The weeks of October slipped away and after holding back patiently and silently, Josephine was able to begin the ultimate Halloween mischief she'd been planning for nearly a month. She was itching with excitement. She'd been stealing small amounts of money from Erik and each of the wives here and there just to fund it all and that was hard! Not morally... Ryley and Hennessy were just hard to steal from. She'd had to replace the stolen cash with counterfeit bills to pull it off and they never suspected a thing. She rubbed her palms together with a sneaky grin.

Phase 1 of the plan was already complete. The first order of business was to lure the household into a false sense of security. Josephine had been sweet as pie for a good month or so. There was no reason for things to change.. or so they thought.

Phase 2 was in the works. She had already secured herself a caucasian side piece, now she wanted to flaunt him like a new fur, shake things up. Phase 3 would begin within the chaos. But first.. she needed to call him.

"Logan," she spoke through the phone once she heard him pick up. "It's been.. wonderful.. You giving me massages, free coffees, and doing that thing I like," she giggled. "BUT...," her face straightened and her eyes glowed purple. "It's time," she spoke cryptically. "You know what you gotta do."

When she hung up, she received his text message reading 'I know what I must do.' She sighed a knowing sigh, staring at his handsome picture and replied, "Tell your family you're moving to Kenya and then drop this phone in the acid I gave you. I'll see you at dinner."

She didn't want his family to worry.

Three nights before Halloween, Josephine prepared a heaping spread of crab legs, shrimp three ways, oysters, linguini, biscuits, corn on the cob, and bisque. Tasting the bisque with her small spoon, it was perfect. She hummed in satisfaction.

As Kennedi set the table, Josephine grinned evily over the pot of corn and potatoes. She was a wicked but beautiful woman. She just wanted some fun was all. The madness couldn't happen on Halloween because she actually wanted to go to the family party and she knew said family would need a day or two to... recover.

"Jojo, what you doing," Kennedi asked when Josephine had been stirring the bisque too long.

"Oh nothing, I'll call the others."

Josephine's way of calling the others was to push a thought into their heads telepathically to make them all think the kitchen was on fire. They all came rushing down with the exception of Aly'sha who determined her nap was more important.. and Bastion who was busy drying her toenails. For them, she'd had to take out her phone and call.

"Now that we're here as a family," she smiled sweetly serving them each in her kente apron. She gave Erik an extra piece of corn and a kiss on the forehead.

"There's an extra table setting," Ryley noticed. "Who's coming?"

"I don't know, Jojo added it," Kennedi looked up, suddenly as suspicious as the rest of the table who were all looking at the door. It was Logan.. and just as planned, he walked in like he owned the place and took a seat at the opposite head of the table. Josephine walked around and kissed him on the forehead next.

"Oh hell nah," Kimora whispered as Charlie scratched a nonexistent itch on her neck looking to Kennedi and down at the table.

"What da hell," Angel's high voice of confusion sang, echoing everyone's thoughts while Ryley shook her head and quietly bit into a biscuit.

"Disrespectful," Hennessy muttered with Aly'sha nodding in agreement.

"Hella," Bastion added sipping her water.

Erik, however, he sat very still watching the scene ahead of him. Time sat still with him as tiny clinks of water glasses and spoons could be heard and Josephine sat on Logan's lap, feeding him soup and feeling on his tattoos. Every wife wondered silently what would happen.

Erik's chair skid as he stood and all eyes went between him and the scene unfolding on the other end of the table.

Erik passed Angel, Hennessy, Bastion, and Charlie, and Kristina who was sitting there quietly having joined her friends on whim. She was suddenly regretting it, wishing she'd went to her own man Trevante's place instead.

Smirking, he took a step back.

"Have fun," he smiled leaving the room. Bastion followed. Then Kristina. Then Hennessy left. Then Aly'sha and Kennedi. Then Angel and Ryley.

"At the dinner table," Charlie hissed looking at the tall, gangly man. "He looks high," she noticed suddenly. "Not normal high.. it's-" she gasped putting it together. "You bewitched him!!!"

"Shh!!! No.. He's.. just a little crossfaded," Josephine lied watching Charlie rush from the room to tell the others. She let out a deep sigh. Her plan wasn't unfolding the way it was meant to. Erik wasn't even angry, for one. That pissed her off. Because of it, he'd forced her hand.

After kissing the doting Logan goodbye and running her nails through his curly blonde hair, she wrapped her hands around his neck and choked him out until his life left him. Then she ate her bisque.

She'd see them once they relaxed a bit. They'd get over it.. afterall, what was Halloween without a lil trick or treat?

"Now you've done it," she fussed entering the living room where Erik layed tangled in the legs of his wives. Kristina had left. "How dare you not murder the man I cheat with!!"

"I ain't feel like it," Erik muttered, pleased with himself.

"Jojo, we're watching Lovecraft Country," Hennessy snapped. "You wanna watch?"

"No, I'm mad!"

"Then shhh," Bastion and Kennedi said in unison.

That was the last straw for Josephine. They were ruining her mischief! She had to get things back on track.

"Stop that," Charlie pointed when Josephine's eyes turned purple, but it was too late. With a snap of her fingers the power went out. Josephine vanished and only her disembodied dramatic voice was left behind.

"You have offended the great Josephine and now... you all must pay," she cackled wildly, panting slightly in excitement. "I have trapped you all here and if you don't find the bomb I've planted within the next ten minutes... there will be DEAAAATH!! Muahaha!"

She was completely serious, she'd planted a bomb. The collective groan on her household was music to her ears as she watched them drag themselves from room to room in pitch black searching for a bomb with their phone flashlights.

"JOSEPHINE GET YOUR ASS IN HERE," Hennessy yelled tired of the bullshit. She threw a pillow across the floor and Ryley was the next to scream in frustration.

"I'm a kill this girl," Angel muttered, jogging with Charlie to move the babies to the panic room.

"JOSEPHINE," Erik yelled in anger. "Just WAIT till I find you!"

Josephine felt jolly as if she'd accomplished a great feat. She loved her angry husband.

"Ahem," she grinned once they'd eaten up 8 minutes. "I have a clue! The bomb is.. implanted in something.. or should I say... someone. You find it, you win!"

Instantly, the house stampeded into the kitchen finding the body propped up in the chair at the dining table.

"I THOUGHT HE WAS STILL ALIVE," Angel shrieked once she realized. She and Kimora jumped back to grab Erik's arms and he stepped in front of them.

"Get to the panic room," he muttered quickly, "Now!"

Angel, Kimora, and Bastion ran with Kennedi who went to keep them safe.

"Hand me a knife," Erik demanded plunging it into the body once Ryley placed a large one in his hand. Hennessy had to walk away, her stomach feeling weaker.

Recklessly, Erik cut the body open getting blood everywhere and there it was.. a small bomb. Charlie was jittery, covered in blood, but she held her light while Aly'sha looked on to offer any verbal help she could as Erik worked to shut the bomb off and spare the house.

7... 6... 5... 4...

He couldn't figure it out so he threw it and snatched his wives from the room as quickly as possible, pushing them down and diving over top of them as best he could as a cover. For seconds they all laid there in anticipation of the explosion.

"Um," Ryley sighed. Hennessy scrambled to her feet to walk, heading to the panic room.

"Something's not right," Charlie whispered.

Just then Josephine cackled, her large voice filling the room. "It was a trick, the bomb was dead!! Happy Halloween, niggeronis!!!"

Suddenly the power flickered back on, but Josephine couldn't be found. She was long gone having vanished and teleported to the beach. She was laying in the sand watching the moon, still laughing.

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