#Erik Killmonger Imagine

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

ALL MINE.

Pairing: Erik × Black OC (Courtney).

Summary: Erik finds himself at the mercy of an obsessive woman.

Tags: Non-Con, Roleplay, Bondage, Body Worship, Size Kink, Praise Kink.

Part 2

The soft float of breathy giggles filled the air as Erik awoke to realize he'd been handcuffed to a pink bed and confined to an all pink room. His Tinder date from the bar, Courtney Rawlins, was lying next to him on the bed, tracing figures on his forehead with her fingertip.

"Oh baby, don't struggle," she warned in her gentle Cajun accent. The cuffs were tight to the pull.

"Did you drug me," he glared, feeling her finger slip into his nose. "Did you drug me," he demanded, yanking once more despite how those cuffs cut.

"Relax." She tapped the furrowed stress lines between his furrowed brows. "Just relax. You woke up a little confused and it's to be expected. But you're okay. It's just you and me here."

Erik's eyes circulated the room once more for something to help himself out of his predicament, but Courtney caught his hairy chin in her stern grasp.

"Don't startle, my little pumpkin. You are safe here with me."

"Fuck this," he pulled away. "Kidnapper Barbie is NOT what I signed up for."

"Don't be that way. We were having fun," Courtney purred, cuddling into his side.

"What do you want?"

"What any girl wants... To spend a little uninterrupted time with you at my fingertips for whatever beautiful thing we conceive. I'm all yours and... You're. All. Mine," she enunciated with finger taps on his cheek.

"You've got to be out of your damn mind. I would match with a crazy bitch." He turned his head, unafraid but regretful of his choices.

"Courtney," she corrected. "But if you wanna nickname, call me Sweet Pea or whatever your sweet lil heart can conjure." She drew a line down his nose bridge and booped him as he stared a her, a woman 'booping' a grown man 6 years older than her.

"You seemed so normal on our date, Courtney," he continued to stare, unsettled. "What happened?"

She smiled, squishing his chin in her hand. "You're so CUTE. Lil shady self. I love it. I'm gonna feed you and make you fall in love, you just watch. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and BOY do I have a HELLA good tribute on the stove, special, just for you."

She left the room.

Erik tested the cuffs once more, but they were of a sturdy grade. He'd made the mistake of telling her his favorite cuisine on Tinder when she asked and now she was using it against him in some sort of sick warfare. He wouldn't give in.

"I'm back," she sang, returning with her hands full. She set up a collapsible side table with a bowl of steaming gumbo and a glass of sweet tea with a bendy straw. His mouth watered.

"You drugged that."

"What purpose would that serve?"

"Iono but I ain't eatin' it."

Her eyes widened. "You're already handcuffed to my bed! There's no more reason. This here is straight home cooking, no tricks."

The cornbread was floating on top of the gumbo, soaking it in. Cajun cuisine from a Crazy Cajan Barbie. He didn't trust it. He watched her spoon it, blowing gently. The spoon traveled to his mouth as she cupped the bottom to catch the drip.

"Open up. I swear it's the best thing you'll ever do. Well... within the next twenty minutes or so."

Immediately his tastebuds were in heaven. It was the best damn gumbo of his life.

"I'd ask you how you like it, but I can see," she rubbed her well-moisturized knees happily. She smiled, feeding him a spoonful at a time until the gumbo and cornbread were gone, giving him sips of tea in between. His stomach was happy as ever and full, but he was still cuffed to a damn bed and at this weird girl's mercy. What did she plan to do to him and for how long?

"I can't believe I've got you here all to myself! It feels too right."

"Courtney."

"That's not all I have planned for us, but I swear you'll be in love by the end of tonight."

"Courtney, stop the bull. This is crazy. You know it's crazy. You're crazy... You need help and I can help you... If you unlock these cuffs-"

"The cuffs stay on! I don't trust you to stay put. You'll leave." She grabbed his wrists, stilling them. "Stop struggling or you'll bruise."

"Look. Really look at me? Do I look happy? I'm cuffed to your BED. Do you not see how fucked up this is?" He squinted, watching her avert her crazy eyes to avoid reality. The second he got loose, he'd run for the hills.

With a deep sigh, ahe folded her arms on his chest and rested her head on top, looking innocently up at him from under her lashes. "I just wanted us to spend some time together is all. I was gonna let you go... Eventually."

"You... could've... asked???"

A high giggle escaped her. "You know, you have the most lusious lips and the way they move makes me think of things I'd love to use them for. I love this mouth," she sighed tapping his full bottom lip, high on her delusional cloud. "But I'm patient. I can wait."

Erik exhaled the breath he held when she got up.

"Hope you can handle dessert. I don't think you're ready for this one, it's what I call The Clencher." This time, when she left the room, she returned with a covered plate. "Voila!" She presented a wide and hefty slice of chocolate mousse cheesecake.

Suddenly, he wasn't so full anymore. She was killing him.

"Mm, mm, mm!" She sprayed whipped cream on top. Not the damn whipped cream. He loved whipped cream. He ate it straight from the spray can.

Hm... Fuck that, he doubled back mentally. He was done. No more entertaining the circus.

"Whoa! Hol'up... What you doing..."

She began pulling her cropped pink shirt slowly over her head so not to mess up her hair.

"Courtney," he warned.

Under that shirt was a small and magenta bra. "You guessed it," she smirked. "Looks like you're getting lucky tonight."

"Nah, sweetheart. This aint it. I'd have been happy to see this under different circumstances," he admitted, watching her slowly push down the matching pale pink mini skirt to reveal a magenta thong. "But this? Too far." He couldn't deny being a little turnt on. Had he uncovered it in his own way on his own terms, he'd have been glued like a dog on a leg. "It's the principle."

"I don't think so?" Courtney walked forward, challenging him. She pinched her bra apart from the front, letting the straps fall from her shoulders to reveal two perky breasts. "The Big-Big Man didn't get your memo," she teased, looking to his partial-chub. "He doesn't seem to care how it happens as long as it happens. Gotta say, I agree.

"My dick gets hard if the wind blows. You not special. That's why you listen to ME. Consent is everything."

Her eyes grew momentarily.

"You have a way with words that gets me so tingly on the surface and creamy inside. It's not helping your case," her accented voice lilted, giving the sound of arousal. "I'm getting what I want tonight and you're... gonna like it."

Erik pulled against the pink furry handcuffs as she slipped down onto the bed with the cheesecake. "POLICE."

"Stahp," she chuckled, feeding him.

He might as well have been drugging him, she was giving him the itis. The cheesecake was like a cheesecloud. If only she wasn't so damn weird! She fed him another bite then sat the dish down, dabbing the whipped cream on her perky chocolate nipples.

"Bitch... If you touch me without my permission we're gonna have some real problems."

"Would you punish me?" She touched her nipples and massaged the cream lightly in a teasing circular motion, causing his dick to pitch a tent independent of him. "Seems two of us know exactly what we want."

Erik watched her swipe her delicate and clean looking finger along the top of the cheesecake, collecting a healthy dollop and bringing it to his mouth. Hesitantly, he sucked it. She was a gorgeous girl, his ideal physical type, and very sexy. The cheesecake was godly. Next was her chocolate mousse coated nipple. She hovered over his face and he caved, salivating for a different reason now. His thoughts were wayward.

"If I'd have asked you on our first date to come spend time glued to me like a good roux, would you'd have said yes?"

"No," he admitted easily. "Because that's weird. I don't think you really understand."

"You don't understand. I want what you won't freely give me.. Sugar, I want your heart. I want your time. I want you to look at me as more than a one night stand. I want you to understand my passion for all things you." She drug her hands up his washboard abs feeling every bump and indentation, getting very worked up in the process and breathing heavier. Her leg was now over his and she was sitting on top of his thighs, grinding, her hips rotating to show off her toned belly. "I want you so bad Erik. I want you to be all mine and no one else's. I want to be selfish and keep you to myself forever, tied to me. I can be your everything if you let me.

"Easy.. Calm down.." She was riding his laplike they were having sex but he was still fully dressed and she wore panties.. They were getting damp just from that..

It clicked to her in that moment to undress him. He couldn't physically resist, so he laid and watched his long legs come into visibility.

"You even smell amazing." She took a large intimate sniff of his bare stomach. Unhinged. "Why do you drive me so crazy?"

"Drive you? You were already there." He watched her press kisses into his stomach around his bellybutton. A ring of kisses, then more where she'd just been. She traveled up, sliding her hands with them. She was in the Sahara as thirsty as she was, licking his skin like she'd taste pheromones. Meanwhile, Erik couldn't deny the blood flowing to his dick. He'd lied when he said the wind could make him hard, but Fort Knox couldn't get that info out of him right now. He was so fucking turned on despite his frustration.

"Aight that's enough."

"For who? I just started."

She worked her little hungry ass tongue desperately back down to his waistband, kissing over his print in his Calvin Klein briefs. The head HAD to be crazy the way she was feenin.

"Stop... Bitch, what I say? Don't touch my dick." He kissed his teeth as she disregarded every request doing only what she wanted.

She freed his growing erection watching it twitch to life as she stroked it up in her hand. He happened to be a grower AND a shower, and she looked hungry like she needed to be fed.

"I knew it was big. I knew it was big." She rubbed her face against it in circles. With her nose flat on the underside."

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Stay up there!"

She continued to stroke it toward the ceiling, all fingers on deck to grip the girth. It was thickest at the base and that was where her face rested, her tongue tracing the vein. Soap and vanilla filled her nostrils.

He watched her natural nails painted pearlescent white. Then she stopped fucking around and put her lips on the tip, putting him an inch into her mouth, her lips as full as his and shapely. The sight of her lips making his tip disappear with her eyes on his made him keep his eyes on her. She was swirling her lil freaky tongue on the hole. "You freaky motherfucker... you better stop that shit..."

She claimed another inch, still focusing on the tip and watching him carefully to find his sensitive spots. It felt so good to him that he put his head back against the bed and watched the ceiling to shut her out. She was determined to find a way to his soul.

Her hand cranked the rest of his shaft and for a moment her tongue found its way to his balls. He bit his lip, holding back sound. Don't encourage her, he thought. But she was encouraging herself, moaning and licking on his sack, playing with it. Her tongue slipped to his taint, massaging.

"Shiiit.."

"There's no one as perfect for you as me," Courtney announced. "Give me sole access to this dick and I swear," she begged, between soulful sucks on his sensitive tip. "You'll never want for better.. I can satisfy you."

She took him in deeper and deeper still. He could feel the back of her mouth, her tongue, then the squeeze of her throat. She was getting sloppy, making a mess of spit and bubbles that collected around the base and slid to his balls as she massaged it in.

"Fawwck," Erik writhed with nowhere to go. She was seizing his body up, relentlessly sucking and beating the shit out of his dick. "Uh!" He came in ribbons, all in her mouth. Her eyes turned into two happy slits, but she didn't stop. She focused on his tip, still sucking. If his hands were free, he'd push her away needing just a moment, but his wrists were cuffed. "Aight, aight. You don't eat the stick when the popsicle gone," he sighed, watching the ceiling once more.

She was in her own world with his dick.

"I'll devote myself to worshipping this big pretty brown dick."

Her fingers dug into his thighs, passionate in her plea and sucking him into another buckling orgasm.

"One more," she sighed.

This time she gave him a moment as his dick was losing blood, his breathing trying to get back to normal. But it was only a moment. She gripped his base and started stroking to get the blood moving back up. Again, she put it in her mouth.

Erik groaned, pulling against the cuffs. His abs tensed. A low feral growl escaped him. "Fuck me," he blurted. "Sit on my dick. Now."

Brain was turning off, lust was turning up.

She wasted no time straddling him with her panties pulled to the side and her feet planted at his sides, her hands on his chest. She guided his rock hard dick into herself and sank down onto it bouncing off of the first few inches and working her way down with gravity.

Erik growled, flexing and wishing his hands were free. He wouldn't run, he'd take control and teach her ass a lesson.

Courtney moaned loudly with no regard for neighbors as she rode the fuck out of him. An expert jockey. "I love this dick, I love this dick," she chanted. All he could do has throw his hips to add more bounce and thrust deeper into her womb. "Fuck me!"

"I'm finna nut. Shit. Shit." She hadn't put a condom on him.

"I want it all. I want those fucking babies. Give me your babies," she bounced stubbornly.

"Get up. Get off me. Shit. It's coming."

He couldn't hold it. She wouldn't stop. He nutted inside her, panting at every spurt. She was idling on his dick now, keeping it warm as it went soft inside of her.

"Damn," he sighed.

Courtney slowly dismounted with his seed dripping down her inner thigh. She retrieved a key from her dresser and undid his cuffs, sinking onto the bed next to him.

"I might have you for longer than we thought," she smirked.

He wrapped her in his embrace, kissing her hair.

"I can't believe I stuck my dick in crazy," he sighed the second he could breathe properly. She chuckled, reaching across his body to hug him tightly.

"You love it."

"I do. I knew you were crazy when I met you. Scorpios are all crazy. You lucky I looove scorpios." He stretched, letting blood flow through his arms and wrists. "We should roleplay more often. This was wild."

"What we doing next time? And can it also involve liquor?"

"Next time," he smirked, thinking of a good scenario. "Next time, your car can break down and I'll come offer you some assistance."

"Ooh."

"You like that?"

To be continued.

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[angelltheninth]

OMG YOU WRITE FOR ERIK KILLMONGER!?!? Can I PLEASEEE request Erik Killmonger marking reader or like how he would mark reader (hickeys, Biting etc)

I actually haven't written just for him before but I do have another request for him.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, marking, kissing, biting, teasing, licking

A/N: Erik is one of my favorite MCU antagonists, I was really surprised and happy to see him back in Wakanda Forever.

Erik won't mark you unless you ask to be marked, and to tease you even more he asks you where you want him to mark you

Oh believe him, he wants to mark you, every inch of you in fact

But he holds back until he hears you ask properly

He knows your weak spots and knows you like him to focus on those a lot, however sometimes he avoids them deliberately to hear you grunting and moaning against him

A bit of a selfish streak on him, he doesn't want to leave too many marks where others can see

He's classy like that but you bet that everywhere that's covered is fair game from him

Loves to trace his fingers on your marks when he's done, seeing how you reach, hearing you sigh and moan and spread your legs in longing

What's wrong, do you want something else too?

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[nareyacute101]

I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭

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[honeytoffee]

AI ain’t have to go off like they did on these Erik Killmonger pictures. Lawd! 😩♥️

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[paisholotus]

Lovely

Erik Steven's (Killmonger) x black fem reader

Summary: Erik takes his wife out on their anniversary.

Warnings: Strong Language, Drinking & Smut.

Translations: Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana ( Tell Me What You Want, Baby?) Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana? ( You Gon Let Me Taste You, Baby?) Uhlala undiqinisa, mama ( You Always Tight For Me, Mama) Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho ( Come Here, And Get On Your Knees.) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( I Love You, Too)

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: this is inspired by the Songs Lovely & Poison by Brent Faiyaz. This MF Long, hope you enjoy tho

3rd Pov

Erik and Y/N are celebrating their eighth year anniversary today. Erik planned to take her out tonight. They've been married for eight years and have been together since they were teenagers.

Erik watched Y/N bend down to put on her heels as they prepared to leave the house. His gaze moved over her body, focusing on her ass. He smirked as he licked his lips, revealing his gold grills in his mouth.

He walked behind her, squeezing her ass and kissing her neck. "You look good as hell, mama." Y/N, turn around and mirrored his smirk, showing off her matching grills. She encircled her arms his neck and kissed his lips, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth wider for her, Their tongues swirled around each other, groaning in each other's mouths. Erik tightened his arms around her waist and gripped her ass.

Y/N pulled away, biting on Erik's bottom lip, causing Erik to slap her ass telling her to stop. She let go of his lip and gave him a seductive smile. "Keep that shit up, and Imma fuck you on the kitchen table." He said this while looking her in the eyes.

Y/N let out an audible moan, and Erik pecked her lips again, ushering them to the front door and tapping her ass as they walked out. 

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Erik treated his wife to dinner and shopping, and he bought her whatever she desired. And Y/N got Erik whatever he wanted, which wasn't much considering he claimed he didn't want anything but her butt ass naked on their bed tonight.

He reminded her that the kids were staying with his parents for the night, so they had the entire house to themselves and could be as nasty as they wanted to be.

Erik didn't mind that Y/N wanted to go to this new club that had just opened up in the area because they hadn't been clubbing in a while.

They walked into the club, and to say it was crowded would be an understatement. Y/N had to calm Erik down so he didn't punch someone in the face, because niggas kept trying to get at her right in front of him.

 

They sat down and ordered drinks, scowling at the trash music and laughing at the people on the dance floor who couldn't dance for shit.

They raised their glasses, clinking them together, and sipped the strong brown liquid. Hearing Brent Faiyaz play throughout the club, Y/N's ears perked up and she smirked.

She took Erik's hand in hers and pulled him up. "Let's go dance, Daddy" He returned her smile and let her lead him to the dance floor.

I almost fell in love with you

After the club last night

It don't know what you do

Money's gonna treat you right

Erik turned her around and gripped her waist as she whined into him. Erik copied her movements and put one hand on the back of her neck, pressing down on the arch in her back, making her throw back her ass harder on him.

Girl, don't act like you changed

When we both know you can't

And I know you love me

Cause i think you're lovely

Erik picked her up, turned her around, and pressed his lips against hers. Y/N sucked on his bottom lip and stucked her tongue into his mouth. Erik grabbed her jaw and pushed his tongue down her throat.

Girl check my coat

Drop that as on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

He pulled away from her and stared at her with lust in his eyes. "You ready to go, baby?" He said, smirking down at her.

Girl, check my coat

Drop that ass on the floor

See you move on that pole

Baby, look at you go

She licked her lips and smirked at him and said, "mmhm, I'm putting dat ass to sleep tonight." Erik smiled back at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head.

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Nasty time 😏😏

Erik slowly pulls away from her lips making her let out a whimpering sound, causing him to chuckle.

"Ndixelele into oyifunayo, mntwana?" He demands licking his bottom lip and her eyes followed the movement her being reminded all the things his tongue can do.

Her clothes and his clothes fell in a pile on the floor within seconds. They haven't had sex in awhile because of how busy they have been, Erik picked Y/N up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, walking them to their bed.

Know you ride it right

I might just die tonight

But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)

I know it's bad for me

And you know it tastes so sweet

I think I need your abuse baby

"Uyandivumela ukuba ndikungcamle, mntwana?"

Erik mumbled biting down on her neck, making sure to leave a hickey. "Stop teasing me, baby." Y/N whined. He flips her over so he's on top of her, Y/N felt his dick and began stroking him through his pants receiving a deep groan from him.

Girl, you do damage to me

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby

He folded her legs to her chest and slid in and she let out a deep moan at the fullness of him. Y/N forgot how long and thick Erik was, she hissed at him stretching her out. She grabbed on to his shoulders as they rocked against each other, moaning in sync. One of the many things Y/N  loved about Erik was he never had a problem about being vocal.

"Fuck! Uhlala undiqinisa, mama." He groans biting on his lip, staring into her eyes. Y/N smirked and kissed his lips, scratching up his back making him moan.

Girl, you know I play my role when I'm inside that

With my hands around your throat I know you like that

Girl, I'll do anything

To hear you scream my name, I love your game, I do, I do

He kissed on her neck and trailed his kisses down the valley of her breast before his mouth latches onto her left nipple. He pulls away and gave the other one the same attention, slightly pinching the other one, making her let out a high pitch moan.

"You...taking...this dick like a pro, mama. Fuck, clench around me again." He groans and Y/N could tell he was close to Cumming by the way his thrusts became sloppy.

Hey, oh-oh

Girl, you do damage to me (you)

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby (woah-woah-woah-woah)

He pulled out making Y/N whine at the loss of her climax fading. She looked at Erik confused and seen how dark his eyes were.

"Yiza apha, ungene emadolweni akho." He growls at her, but she eagerly stood up and followed his directions. He slapped her ass and she dropped down to her knees taking his length into her hands.

He grabbed her throat and made her look up at him, "who dat pussy and mouth belong to?" Y/N moan at the pressure he was adding to her neck. He took his dick and slapped her cheek, "WHEN I ASK YOU SOMETHING, YOU ANSWER THAT SHIT!"

A/N: I'm sorry but that made me cackle a lil bit 🤣🤣

Y/N quickly nodded and said, "I'm all yours, N'Jadaka." And he slammed his dick into her mouth making him groan. "This your dick, huh? Then take that shit?" A string of curse words came out his mouth, watching all the saliva she was collecting from using both of her hands.

"Gah damn baby Fuck! Just like that....DAMN YOU NASTY! But that's why I love you baby. Keep doing that shit, and imma put another baby in yo ass." He moaned out throwing his head back in pleasure.

Erik choked his breath getting caught in his throat. He shuddered and he shot his cum down her throat. Y/N sucked and licked him clean and stood up giving him a kiss. Erik picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist laying her back on the bed.

Girl, you do damage to me

But I love it babe

Oh, you're poisonous baby

He brushed her hair out her face and kissed her forehead. "Happy Anniversary, baby love." Y/N smiled at him softly and kissed his lips, "Ndiyakuthanda" She mumbled. He pulled her closer and wrapped both arms around her, pulling the blanket up. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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[melaninpov]

Michael B. Jordan

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[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine returning home to reconcile with Riri and Shuri

There was nothing Riri hated more than having to track a fellow student down for her money. All of her clients were repeated users of her services these days. Which every single one of them knew the routine, so she shouldn't being going through this right now.

Especially with a guy named Atticus Nelson.

Everything about him matched his name. He was a textbook nerd. If someone looked up the definition of nerd there would be a picture of him. He was tall and scrawny with a mop of brown hair on his head. A pair of wide circular black rimmed glasses on his face, and he had little to no fashion sense.

The first time he came too her asking for her assistance with a robotic project. He was tripping over his own words, and it only got worse when she rose an eyebrow at him in irritation.

Nope there was no logical reason in the world to explain why she was currently hunting down Atticus for her money. The nerdy boy was two days late with his payment, and she let it slide longer than usual. Because she genuinely thought it was possible he forgot to Venmo her. Atticus was one of the few kids who really didn't need her to do his work, but he came to her anyway to take some of the load off his own back. The kid was crazy enough to do a double-major and take all advanced classes. His workload was four times the size of hers, and any other student at MIT.

The amount of times he was caught sleeping overnight in the library had to set a new record. At one point the librarian actually considered just giving him his own key. So yeah Riri gave him the benefit of the doubt until she couldn't.

"Yo Atticus wait up" she called out to him trying to keep the underlying tone of anger out of her voice. The last thing she needed was him getting spooked and trying to run.

Atticus came to a stop glancing over his shoulder to see who had called his name, and when his eyes landed on Riri. His entire face lit up with excitement, and something else she couldn't place. Why was he so happy all of a sudden.

"Riri my favorite little helper. What's up?" He asked her a gleaming smile adoring his face.

Riri grimaced at the nickname feeling mocked. "Don't call me that alright we ain't cool like that especially. When you owe me money."

He cocked his head to the side playing dumb. "For what?"

"Atticus don't be stupid where's my dam-" Riri cut herself off taking a deep breath. She didn't like the sudden change in his demeanor. It had been going on like that for a few days now ever since the rest of the student body seemed to catch on to. The fact that you were gone rather or not it was just a break, or for good remained to be seen. But she really hoped some of these kids thought they could get away with stiffing her, or shorting her with money just because you weren't around anymore.

"You turned the essay in three days ago, and I know for a fact you got an A plus. So you owe me fifteen hundred. Cough it up now" she demanded.

"You don't think you can give me like a friendly discount or something. I was thinking five hundred."

Riri gave him a fake laugh before her expression went stoic. "The discount for friends is actually eight-fifty, but we aren't friends."

Atticus dug a hand into his pocket and pulled his phone out, and Riri released a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted to have to do was force him to cough the money up. Unlike you she was definitely afraid of getting caught breaking the school's strict code against violence.

Riri's eyes drifted down to her own iPhone waiting for the ding, and to see the notification of payment pop up. Seconds ticked by but it never came up, and when she glanced up at Atticus. He was still standing there regarding her with uncertainty.

"You really are hopeless without y/n here to fight your battles huh" He commented with a tiny smirk.

It took all her self-control not to explode, and sock him in his pointy nose. She could hear her mother's voice in her head telling her to keep her cool. It was the only thing saving Atticus at the moment. If you were there he wouldn't have even dreamed of saying something like that to her. Maybe that was the problem Riri got to comfortable with you fighting her battles when she didn't need you to. Now you weren't here to do it anymore, and now guys like Atticus thought they could get over on her.

"Atticus I promise I'm about to become your worst nightmare in the next five seconds. If you don't send the money" Riri threatened with a look that could kill.

His confidence faltered as he flinched taking a step back, and his smirk vanished. Good he was intimidated maybe now he would find his common sense.

Nope.

Atticus fixed his posture trying to poke his chest out but failed. "You won't touch me your scholarship would be revoked the second you did" he shot back.

"Well then I guess its a good thing I'm not on scholarship". You said had sneaking up right behind him without either of them noticing.

Atticus let out a yelp swinging around eyes widening in fear at your presence. Riri was as equally shocked by you showing up, but hid it better than he did. Her face stayed neutral but her heart was going a hundred on the inside.

"Atticus please tell me you're not giving my girl any trouble with her money?" You asked cracking your knuckles just for show. "Buddy I'm pretty sure I'm in the doghouse with her, and if blacking your eye will increase my odds of an early release. I will gladly do it."

It worked Atticus started fumbling with his phone in a rush to send the money. His fidgeting was so bad the iPhone slipped out his hand and hit the ground. If it wasn't for the sturdy case the screen would've shattered.

"I'm running out of patience, and my fist is hungry" You sang.

"No no no stop I'm sending it alright" he begged.

"It's eighteen hundred now" Riri threw in staring down at him.

He gawked at her.

"Since you wanna try and play somebody."

Atticus picked his cellphone up and sent the money before scampering off. You watched him run away wondering how things would've played out if you hadn't shown up. You knew Riri didn't need you defending her, but it was less risky for you.

Speaking of Riri when you turned back to finally address her. She was already walking right past you without so much as a hi or thank you. "Aye Ri slow down and just hear me out" You pleaded with her having no problem matching her speedy pace.

"The way you heard me out before dumping me." She fired back not stopping or looking at you.

"Riri please I wasn't in my right mind okay, and can you really blame me?"

She paused but didn't look back, yet you still took the opportunity to constrict an arm around her waist, turning her around and pulling her to you.

"I know you didn't outright lie to me, but an omission of the truth is still a lie. If I ever found out something about your dad that you didn't already know. I wouldn't hesitate to tell you no matter who asked me not to." You told her talking so fast it was a wonder she could actually keep up with your words.

But she did the anger in her eyes was replaced with guilt as you reminded her of. The part she played in the events that took place, and tore the two of you apart.

"I'm sorry y/n it was just a lot, and I didn't know how you were going to react. I figured coming from Shuri it would be easier for you to deal with." Riri admitted not meeting your eyes.

"Finding out someone who you love and lost had a whole other side of them you didn't know about sucks. There was no way to ease me into that news or soften the blow. I was going to lose it no matter how you or Shuri handled it." You replied taking a deep breath before continuing with an apologetic tone. "But I'm sorry you got caught up in my warpath when I'm pretty sure you did your best to protect me. I'm sorry I hurt Riri and I don't care what I have to do to make it up to you I will do it."

Her eyes lit up with disbelief as she finally looked in yours. Your mother was right about your track record with apologizing. It was something you hardly ever did, even when you knew you owed it to someone. It was a psychological thing sometimes all people wanted from others who wronged was an admission of guilt. You knew that and in the past held back apologizing to just drive them crazy.

"Wow did y/n Stevens just apologize" Riri said turning her head in different directions. Pretending to make sure you had been addressing her, and not someone else.

"Ri stop it I was talking to you" You laughed squeezing her side.

She jerked away from your prodding away holding back laughter. "Alright its just I didn't think you even had those words in your vocabulary. I don't think I've ever heard you apologize before."

"Well someone reminded me that apologizing is important if you want to build and maintain a healthy relationship with someone. And that its the mature thing to do" You said.

"And who might this person be because I need to meet them like asap. If they can convince your stubborn ass to do something."

"My mother and if you mean it I'll take you back home with me next time I go" You answered without hesitation. A grin spread out across your face when her body tensed in your arms.

Your mother wasn't exactly a hot topic so it was no wonder you mentioning her threw Riri off her game. In the past whenever she brought your mom up. You either shut the conservation down almost instantly, gave her vague answers to her questions, or redirected her curiosity to something else. Riri just came to the conclusion that your mother was a touchy subject, and figured you had a bad or at least a complicated relationship with your mom. But that couldn't have been further from the truth, you were hesitant to talk about her. Because of the mountain of guilt that hit you for not visiting her for so long. It was easier to ignore. If you didn't talk or think about her for too long.

"Your mom as in the woman who gave birth to you. The woman you acted like didn't even exist before you left. Wait is that where you disappeared to you? Riri asked putting everything together.

You gave her a nod. "Yeah the truth was easier to hear, and to accept coming from her I guess. My father might've kept something like that from me, but he would've told my mom."

"Wow so you not on bad terms with her or anything?"

"Nope I just missed home more than I let on, and didn't want to admit it. My mom would've saw right through me so I avoided her too" You admitted sheepishly.

Riri gave you the same scolding your mother had when you told her the truth making you throw your head back with a groan.

"Ri don't start I don't wan-"

"Naw ma you really need to work on this whole tough girl act. You don't got to walk around keep everything bottled up inside-"

"Yeah yeah I know I'm emotionally damaged-"

"See that's the problem you not-"

"Riri" You exclaimed to put the bickering to an end. She raised an eyebrow at you not liking the way you shut her down. "Sorry but you seem to be forgetting there is one more person I owe an apology. Is the Princess still around?"

Riri didn't answer you right away answering your question partially. If Shuri had gone back to Wakanda already she would've say so with no hesitation. But you wanted to know where she was, or at least how to get into contact with her. And Riri wasn't sure if it was a good idea unbeknownst to you. She didn't even think you were going to come back, and told Shuri to just go home. But the Princess figured you would cool down and return for answers, so she stuck around.

"Ri come on I promise to not lose it this time please" You begged.

"And you got manners all of a sudden oh yeah I'm going to have to meet this woman" she joked.

"Oh please you're the same way around your mom" You threw back.

"I'll reach out to Shuri to let her know you're back, and we'll just go from there" she suggested ignoring the dig.

It wasn't the answer you wanted but you understood why she wanted to do it that way. "Sounds good so does this mean we're good?" You asked leaning down to press your forehead to hers.

Riri moved her head back shaking her head with a scoff. "You really thought you were going to get off that easy huh."

One Day Later

It didn't take long for Shuri to get back to Riri after the young girl left a voicemail telling her of your return, and you wanting to reconcile with her.

Shuri called her only five minutes after missing the initial call to apologize for not picking up. The message had been a lifesaver considering Okoye had shown up from Wakanda insisting. It was time for Shuri to just give it up, and come home. Even though M'Baku took over the throne to save Shuri from that pressure. She was still the Black Panther, and her country was still on bad terms with the other nations. So the elders were nervous about her being away from so long especially on undisclosed business.

Shuri decided from day one when she had guessed your heritage to keep your existence a secret from everyone except. Okoye who surprisingly agreed with to do the same.

Riri suggested the two of you meet up somewhere in public to put both of you at ease. Shuri was fine but Okoye did insist on tagging along after hearing about the first meeting between the two of you. The Princess knew the guard's presence would worry you a bit, and just hoped you didn't run away.

The chosen location for the meetup was none other than Starbucks. It was public and it made Okoye happy as this was the first time the woman was finally able to visit the popular coffee chain, and truly enjoy it. She was at the counter putting in an order when you walked in, and you were able to locate Shuri with no problem.

Even in civilian clothes the Princess stood out amongst all the other young adults occupying the lobby. She gave off a powerful aura that demanded attention, and put you on edge. You were too caught up in your raging emotions and theories to notice last time. But this time you felt it wondering if it was the effect of her being the Black Panther. You still managed to stand tall as you made your way over to the table, and took a seat across from her.

"I gonna be honest I thought you would tell me go the hell. After the way I treated you last time, and all those things I said" You told her.

Shuri lifted the shades revealing her brown eyes, and let the glasses rest upon her head. "Oh believe me the thought crossed my mind, but then I put myself in your shoes, and realized your reaction was normal. I was foolish to believe you would just accept my words at face value."

"But it wasn't just face value you had proof." Your fingers started playing with the gold chain around your neck. "I gave the ring to my mom."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she sat up a bit more with twenty questions on the tip of her tongue. After finding you truly were the daughter of Erik Killmonger. Shuri did another deep dive on his past looking for your mother, but came up empty-handed. The only girl she could connect to your father was the one who helped him pull off the museum heist with Klaue. And she had been murdered by Killmonger, and while Shuri didn't think much of her cousin.

She still gave him the benefit of the doubt, and refused to believe he had killed the mother of his child. Shuri came to conclusion that he did everything in his power to make sure both of you had been hidden making it impossible to connect either of you to him.

"We can talk about her later for now there's something I want to say. You said relaxing the muscles in your face to kill some of the tension.

Shuri gave you a nod folding her hands together, and placing them on top of the table. She was trying to play it cool, but you could see her muscles tightening.

"I'm sorry Shuri for what I said about you and your brother. The accusations I made you turning your back on me were out of line" You started. Shuri could tell you wanted to say more and motioned for you to continue.

You took a deep breath choosing your next words carefully. "I didn't know T'Challa but all I ever heard about was good things. Its a known fact he changed Wakanda in so many ways, and made it his mission to help others. It couldn't have been easy to hear me suggest otherwise so I'm sorry for that too."

"You're right it wasn't easy and I had to remind myself that I didn't react any better. When your father showed up in Wakanda, and did the same thing. I refused to believe a single thing he said about my father until my brother opened my eyes up to the truth." Shuri said in return thinking back to that faithful day.

The Rivers of Wakanda

"Why are we doing this again? Shuri asked T'Challa standing beside him on the boat.

"Because it was his dying wish to be put the rest this way, and honoring his last request is the least we can do Shuri." T'Challa said staring ahead at the calm waters before them.

"I just don't understand why you feel like we owe him anything after what he did" Shuri grumbled under her breath. She crossed her arms over her chest pouting like a five-year old.

"Killmonger actions were the result of our own father's mistakes Shuri, so we do indeed owe him" He snapped at her fixing her with a hard gaze.

His little sister flinched letting her arms drop to her side where her hands clenched forming fists. "How can we be so sure of what he said was the truth. He could've been lying brother."

"He was not Shuri" T'Challa demanded in a booming voice that had her taking a step back. He had turned his body around so he was facing her fully now practically towering over her. His outburst cause fear to flare up inside of her, and he hated it.

T'Challa took a few deep breaths before speaking again gently clasping Shuri on the shoulder. "Baba told me the truth in the astral plane dear sister. He left the boy behind to cover his own tracks, and hide our uncle's disloyalty to Wakanda."

"No father wouldn't do such a thing" Shuri cried shoving him away from her. At least she tried to T'Challa didn't budge a single inch instead he wrapped his arms around Shuri to pull her to his chest. Tears fell from her eyes matching that of a rushing waterfall as she sobbed into his chest. "Our father was a good man sister, but alas he was not perfect." He whispered the wind carrying his words into the sky and beyond.

"My father was buried in the water" You said in a whimper-like voice with glistening eyes. As she recounted the memory to you.

Shuri cursed herself for giving up what had to be a painful revelation for you. She was trying to avoid talking about Erik's death too much, but she got too comfortable and let that slip. "Its what he wanted" she murmured.

You held back the tears and cries that wanted nothing more than to break free. "My mother told me you were telling the truth, guess he didn't have it in him to lie to her too. Shuri I'm sorry for everything I said alright and if it's possible I want to put all that behind us."

Shuri didn't even need to think about it. She nodded "if you want I can finish telling you what happened with your father-"

You held up a hand cutting her off. "I don't want to hear the rest of the story." Your head dropped as you stared at the floor hiding the pain in your eyes. "My father was a loving and caring man. He protected me. He raised me with a firm but gentle hand, and he was a good man. I want to continue to remember him that way. I'm not ready to see him any other way at least not right now."

In all honesty, you weren't sure if you would ever be ready for the truth, but all you knew for sure was that today wasn't the day. When you looked back up making eye contact with Shuri. A moment of understanding passed between both of you. If someone had given her an option all those years ago to not know about T'Chaka's miatakes. She would've made the same choice, and she found herself feeling grateful you didn't want the truth.

"So we're good?" You asked with a hint of nervousness finally acknowledging the bald woman sitting at the table right behind Shuri eyes focused solely on you.

"Yeah little cousin we're good" Shuri replied with a tentative smile. Things had gotten off to a rough start, but progress was finally being made. "Maybe we can talk about you coming to visit Wakanda next?"

Her words stunned you for only a second, but the chuckle that left your mouth had Shuri frowning. In disappointment and confusion her offer was far from a joke.

"There's no need for that Shuri" You told her pausing contemplating your next words. In the end you couldn't find a nice way to say what you were thinking so you were blunt. "Its not really a good idea either when you really think about it."

Shuri leaned forward placing a hand on top of yours, and squeezing it. You jumped at the physical contact but made no move to pull away. "No one knows the truth about you, and we can keep it that way" she promised.

"That doesn't change the fact my family doesn't seem to have a good track record with Wakanda. My grandfather was murdered for betraying the country, and while I don't know what happened to my dad. The end result was still his death, and you can't tell part of the reason you sought me was to make sure I wasn't following him my father's footsteps."

She looked away in shame or guilt maybe both at your last statement indicating. The thought did cross her mind especially when she realized your father had attended the same college. "Y/N-

"It's okay, Shuri. I get it you wanted to keep history from repeating itself. You gave me the truth, which is more than what my father got from anyone, and I'm grateful for that. But that doesn't make Wakanda my home, or Wakandans, my people. My heritage is the only connection I have to that place, and that's where it ends."

Shuri had assumed once you came to your senses you would want to at least visit Wakanda to see your father's burial sight. So your utter dismissal of her offer had her reeling to find the proper response.

You turned your hand around to fold it around hers. "You don't owe me anything else Shuri, and I'm sorry if you expected me to have this feeling of longing to see Wakanda. America is my home and I know it's not as beautiful but I grew up here. My life is here."

"I know but Wakanda is your birthright-

"Nope that right there is what got my dad killed. I have no right to the throne nor do I want it. Seriously Shuri you don't have to worry about me anymore" You reassured her.

"If this is it then what happens now? Shuri asked releasing your hand to settle back into her chair.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I got a degree to earn, and you got a country to protect."

"I mean but we're still family" Shuri pointed out seeming a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden.

"Yeah" You prompted.

"I don't know about you, but I don't exactly have a lot of that left. At least not blood relation, " Shuri corrected, thinking of the woman sitting behind her, ready to jump at any sign of danger. And Nakia her unofficial sister-in-law even though the relationship took a turn for the worse. When she didn't reach out after T'Challa's death. Even M'Baku, Aneka, and Ayo came to her mind the way they stood by her when she was ready to go to war. A nation more powerful and with more soldiers than what Wakanda possessed.

"I would like to have a relationship with you y/n maybe even learn about who your father was. Before he was consumed by vengeance, and I can tell you about my family in return if you wish. Brother always believed things could've been different with Erik if we had found out about it earlier. Maybe we can have that" Shuri said.

"I'd like that" You answered with a smile.

It wasn't the ending either of you expected, but it was the start of a new beginning.

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?

who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):

adonis creed.

athur pendragon.

bucky barnes.

lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.

carmy berzatto.

erik killmonger.

frank castle.

conrad fischer.

harald sigurdsson.

javy "coyote" machado.

jax teller.

joaquin torres.

joel miller.

josh cody.

pope heyward.

sam wilson.

sinqua walls.

steve harrington.

tangerine.

trevante rhodes.

zuko.

If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃

Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.

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[passionxwrites]

Best Thing (2)

Erik smirked to himself as he stalked away from the shapely woman fuming behind him. He knew that Noli could not stand to see him coming and honestly he didn’t give her a good first impression so he couldn’t be upset about her feelings. However, that didn’t stop him from picking with her just to get a reaction. Okay, he might have had a tiny crush on the woman….or a little more than a tiny crush. She was hard not to like and admire. She stood around 5'6 and was built like God took all of his time making sure she was perfect and don’t get him started on that southern charm she carried with her everywhere she went. That accent of hers drove him wild on more than one occasion. Erik never fathomed the thought of stepping a toe into Mississippi until he met her but he had to thank whoever was responsible for the ethereal creation that was Noli.

Shaking his head of the young woman Erik glanced at his phone and grimaced at the 30 missed calls from someone he never wanted to communicate with again, Angel. Yeah, more like Satan's reincarnate. Erik met the young woman at a Gala for the Outreach Center three months ago and she had become a thorn in his side. At first everything was fine until she began to pester him about getting into an official relationship. She even told him she had picked out a wedding ring and knew what she wanted to name their kids. The bitch was fucking crazy and after she began to tell her friends and family that he was thinking of proposing he knew he had to cut her off. The problem was that she did not want to back down and had been continuously been calling, texting, and showing up at his apartment.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Erik's phone jolted awake in his hand with the familiar vibrations of a phone call incoming and he knew exactly who it was. "How may I help you Angel?" "Stop fucking ignoring me Erik! I know you see me calling you, stop playing this little game with me and just act right for once damn!" That was the one thing that always pissed him off about her. She was a fucking spoiled brat who was always used to getting everything she wanted because she came from a wealthy family. Her father was a a thriving business owner and had multiple five star restaurants all throughout Cali and had just opened a new one in Vegas. Her father was the reason she was even at the Gala that night because he brought her as plus one. Daddy's little hellhound wasn't required to have a job. "I'm not fucking playing with you. When we started this shit I told you what the fuck I was on and you agreed did you not," he gritted into the receiver as he had finally begun to reach a breaking point with her bullshit. He stood there for a second before he heard whimpering from the other line that eventually turned into full blown sobs. She sounds like a wounded dog. "Why are you doing this to me? I was a good woman to you, I even did that threesome you asked for and you can't even make me your girlfriend? Was I only a fuck toy to you," Her voice was getting louder and louder as she fired off questions and he could tell she was getting ready to blow but of course he had to light the final match to set her on fire. "Yes," and with that simple word he hung up knowing exactly what she was about to do which was more than likely send a string of messages filled with threats he had no fear of. With that out of his way he decided to finally take his shower since he had just come in from a jog when he noticed the package sitting outside of Noli's door and picked it up pretending it was left at his just so he could have an excuse to bother her. Call him childish but seeing her nose wrinkle up every time she was agitated with him was the cutest thing ever and he would bother her all day just to see it again and again. Simp ass nigga. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts before he stepping into his shower with thoughts of his plans for the rest of his Saturday.

******

Okay, I know this is a little short, don’t kill me!! I just wanted to give an intro into both characters so we can start getting into the juicy stuff!! I hope you all like it.

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[superhoeva-archived]

Hey so I don’t know if this is what you meant by blurbs for warmth but how about cuddling with the boys like who likes it the most 🥰 (P.s I love your work and have a amazing day 😘)

this one has me 🥺 (also, i'm kind of basing this off of the chapters released so far and will do a part two later in the series.) enjoy!

erik is definitely a cuddler. (not to mention that he has the arms for it.) you usually end up sitting pressed up against his side with his arm tucked around your shoulders. LUCKY ;)

and our lovely m'baku. the king of cuddles, if you ask me. he's such a teddy bear and cuddles like one. somehow, even after working in the arctic for the last handful of months, he's so warm? which you can never get enough of...

honorable mention: kingo. he's too much of a puppy to turn down cuddles from him, which are great, by the way!

thank you, anon! <3

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

A/N: Erik killed your husband, T'Challa, and took the throne. Y'all got beef and sexual tension. This is part 3 and the end. Smut included.

Part 1 Part 2

In the 20 minutes on the airship, you and Killmonger don't talk. He adjusts his neck. He plays with his nails. You cross your ankles in the opposite direction.

Since what he said, it's been a week of silence on your end. You admit. It got to you, the guilt. Was what he said wrong, yes, but there was truth within it, and that truth made you feel like the worst traitor of them all.

Still, all week, he's slid paperwork under your door, and you've quietly scratched out full paragraphs, sending it back with pen-inked edits. One pleasure of being an advisor? You get to piss him off and hear him sigh through the door. It's his own fault for attaching clauses as if you won't comb through all 15 pages of his loosely worded proposals. You have the time.

"I humored your request to replace the Dora as a trade-off for your active participation today. Make me look good," he reminds you as you step off the airship into Step Town, located in the Golden City. Last you were here was with T'Challa. This was his place to get away from the stress of the palace. Now you understand. Here, he could breathe and walk the streets. You take a breath of the fresh air though people are everywhere.

The two of you have come to do a walk-through and some small-scale mediation for morale. You take the reigns at D'Jouti's and Sampha's, speaking before Killmonger can manipulate or spread his unidentified agenda. It's a property dispute. You keep it at a property dispute. It takes a lot of skill, skill that you learned watching T'Challa manage strong personalities.

"Killmonger," you gesture, bringing him in finally. If the men want to meet the 'new king' so badly, that's their prerogative.

"Ndingu Yaba N'Jadaka." Sternly, he shakes their hands and looks them in the eye as if he truly cares for them. If you didn't know better, you'd believe it. Fortunately, you do know better. "Let me know how I can help you in the future."

They nod eagerly, easily enamored.

"Why wait, why not now," you challenge.

Killmonger's brow arches so quickly that they miss it. It's his own fault for being disingenuous. While they voice their thoughts, and every gripe that's been eating them since T'Chaka, you abandon him. Serves him right.

Step Town is the cultural and economic hub. The variety here is more than you'll get anywhere else nearby, perfect for shopping. You comb through colorful beaded jewelry, picking up a deep green stone necklace. You have fabric this color.

"About you behaving on this trip?"

You sigh, ignoring the evil immigrant as he comes up behind you. Instead of engaging, you pay for the necklace with a smile at the young saleswoman. She made it herself.

"Thank you," she smiles back.

"No, thank you. It's beautiful!"

He waits until you walk away from her stand to address you alone, gripping your wrist when you start to walk away from him. You shoot him a sharp look and feel his fingers slip away.

"If you won't behave out here, neither will I. You've been warned."

"You wanted them to get on their knees and worship you like a God for appearing to them. I simply skipped past the bullshit. If you're going to be King, be King, but the nonsense has to end."

A lustful wickedness flares in his eyes.

"Not interested. Move on."

"I've got your clearance to be King."

"That's not at all what I said."

"Same thing." His eyes shine as he looks out on the marketplace with new interest.

"It's not at all," you sigh. "I'm telling you. Don't disgrace my country or disturb the peace we've built."

"Maybe it needs to be disturbed." He grins at a passerby, putting on his caring act once more.

"Don't you get tired of beating a dead horse? I'm sick of you," you frown. Violence as a perpetual state? Exhausting. Who besides him would want that?

The next point in the visit for morale is Aishat's Contracting Services. Again, you dominate the interaction, purposefully cutting Killmonger off when you realize he's planting the seeds for future manipulation. He interrupts with nationalist rhetoric and fear-mongering not easily spotted in casual conversation.

"It's impressive," you interrupt his interruption. "You're able to resolve this amicably, but if I may? Hatred gives rise to violence and creates the conditions for war. Caution is a virtue of the wise."

"Yes, Queen. Wise take. Wish you'd take that mindset to heart, maybe we'd get along," he winks, cheeky in front of the contractors. You glare, a bullet already loaded in your mental chamber.

"We don't see eye to eye because, unlike you, I subscribe to civility, not senseless murder."

"See, that's contrary to what I know to be true." His head tilts as he engages his crowd. "I'm guessing your six attempts on my life don't equate. You know what it does equate to? Treason. But you know the penalty for that. I don't have to quote Wakandan law to you."

The thinly veiled threat of exile surprises the people. It's good. They need to see his nature.

"I'd hardly call it that. You did insult the past kings, including my late husband," you turn, completely throwing him under the bus.

"We fornicated in the bed you and he shared. His spot is still warm, in fact. Is that not also insulting the late King, or am I mistaken?"

Eyes are wide and judging.

"Do you really want to do this, my Queen?"

"How dare you spew such vile lies!"

You muster the calm to keep the overwhelming shame at bay well enough to conceal. Meanwhile, he continues the professional conversation. Too much denial makes you look guilty, so you don't continue, but you now see firsthand how people believe him.

Your head remains high as he follows you. Putting your feelings aside, you smile to others as you're offered free food. You insist on purchasing the roasted corn and pears as they are inexpensive and delicious.

"I agreed to replace the Dora under the impression that you'd keep your end of our bargain," Killmonger mutters when no one is in listening distance, and you're boarding the airship once more.

"Oh! Did I Iie to you? Imagine that." Your nose scrunches as you take your seat. He takes his.

"It's cool, I match energy."

Sighing, you close your eyes. You can't control what these people believe anymore than you can control anything else these days.

"Now, half the city, possibly the country, will know what we did."

"And that's all you have on me."

You're actually asleep, which is unexpected. Erik slides to the front to enjoy the colors of the sky. His father was right. Wakandan sunsets have quickly become his favorite thing.

At the palace, he prepares for another silent dinner. You sit at the opposite end of the table without provocation. The Queen being seen and not heard ain't a bad deal. It's been peaceful, something rare.

You leave the table, still shameful after eating and living life as usual, and with enough on his mind to contemplate, he retires to his own quarters. He's added his own touches at this point: black and gold, Wakandan tapestries, and a Tupac printed duvet. He's also gotten hold of the highest of Wakandan tech, some for entertainment and communication, some for more nefarious purposes.

He's in for the night, plotting because his plans for the world depend on his ability to stay three steps ahead at all times. Step one has been realized. As King, he's able to complete his father's work but with a twist. Now, he has to move strategically. After all, he will be starting a world war very soon.

Imagining the fall of Europe makes his stomach leap. It bubbles with sharp shooting pains. On second thought, he makes it to the bathroom just in time to shit his stomach out through his ass. It's still churning as if trying to self-abort him from this plane.

"AIDA!"

His body's feeling fatigued, face and neck shining from a sheen of cold sweat.

"My king," she responds from the opposite side of the door. Suddenly, he feels faint.

"Check on the Queen and report back. And get the doctor!"

"At once."

It's a good thing the palace has its own physician. Waiting in immense pain, nausea, and misery, he lifts his head when Aida knocks.

"The Queen is perfectly healthy."

That confirms it. You've finally done it.

Dr. Ebi confirms the poison, treating Erik in the infirmary with an emergency transfusion and educating him that he would NOT have died thanks to the herb, but thanks to advanced Wakandan medicine, his sickness is healed completely and in much less time.

Erik laughs from the infirmary bed, going from stress to feeling invincible. The only thing keeping him from teaching you a lesson now is exhaustion. After he sleeps... It's on.

He collapses in the medical room that's been darkened for comfort. Even this is a five-star bed and breakfast compared to combat conditions where he slept in uninhabitable places, always on high alert.

Almost immediately, he drifts off into a dreamland where his father comes to him. Suddenly, he's a little boy who's been caught rummaging through his father's belongings, but his father isn't mad. He simply holds him.

"I did it, Baba. I'm the King."

"So you are," N'Jobu smiles.

"And guess what? I can unite us again. All of our tribes around the world, we'll finally be one big tribe, just like you said."

"You've worked hard to make your dream happen. I am proud."

"Even if-" Erik wonders, now his true age. "Even if I've done bad things to get here?"

The war, the murder, the pillaging, the deceit... It all flashes in his mind like a movie.

"Does the end justify the means?"

He's only had the hope that it would, but what if he fails and it's all been in vain? That would mean he sacrificed all those lives for nothing.

N'jobu, knowing all that's occured having seen it through his eyes, raises his chin.

"Head up. You are a King, yes, but more than that you are my son, and no matter what you do, I will remain on your side always."

It's what Erik's needed to hear. If his father's the only one to believe in him, it's enough.

Erik bolts upright in the darkened room, still half-in a dream. He's heard noise when he should be alone. He lies back down, wiping his eyes and waiting, in kill mode for the next hour until the threat lurking in shadow is revealed and edging silently toward him. The feminine physique gives nothing away, considering he's surrounded every day by deadly women, each of them harboring a motive.

"UH!" You grunt, giving away your identity when he knees you in the gut.

"The fuck?"

Flipping on the beside lamp, he can see you completely, crumbled over the bed with a bigass machete in your hand.

"You got something against me sleeping? Give me damn the machete before you hurt yourself."

You take your swings instead, chasing him across his infirmary bed where he sweeps your legs and pins you by the chest in a simple and painless hold.

"You ain't on that level, Queen. Play with someone safe."

He moves his head from the path of your slow fists. You cry out as he captures your wrist, squeezing until the machete falls to the bed. He puts it to your throat.

"Neither are you," you smirk, meeting his eyes proudly. "I ALMOST TOOK YOU OFF THIS EARTH! I'll do it again, and again, and AGAIN..."

Despite the machete at your neck, there's no fear. You both know he won't do it.

"You'll never know peace," you continue. "I'll KEEP trying and one day? Very soon. It WILL work because you're weak."

That last word gets to him despite his best effort not to react. You're about to have a field day with this word now that you know it's a trigger.

"The confidence you must have to talk shit in a vulnerable position..."

He almost sounds bored, but you know better.

"You won't kill me. First of all, you're too weak. Second, you NEED me. Without me, you're a tyrant, and it's hard to gain the backing of a nation when you're an enemy of the people."

"It's not that hard actually," he mutters. "You wanna know why I REALLY keep you around? Who ELSE would put up with the woe is me shit? Every day, full of guilt and mad at the world. I didn't even LIKE that nigga, but you're right to be mad. That's why I'm the only one who gets you."

"Oh shuut uuup," you sigh, taking advantage of the monologue to pull a little knife you stole from the kitchen and plug it into his stomach.

"SHIT!" His face scrunches.

You push harder, tired of his manipulation. He's already showed his true colors. You won't believe in him again.

"You gone cut yourself," he winces, the machete still at your throat. "Trying to hurt me, you gone fuck around slit your own throat by mistake."

"I don't care, if it'll shut you up."

Even if it does cut, you won't die. You lean into the machete to his surprise and twist the small blade into his gut. He staggers back, but not before you get sliced pretty good in the process.

"I ain't ever warned one person this many times," his brows knit in frustration. You can see the pain in his eyes.

"It feels good to cause you pain," you stare, not wanting to miss a second.

His eyes narrow briefly as he holds his breath to pull the bloodied blade from his stomach. "Ugh, fuck," he winces. "You REALLY think you doing something, too. That's the painful part."

Dropping the knives on the floor, he kicks both away toward the door.

"I see. I'm a have to teach you a few things."

You want him so bad that you can't sleep or think straight. It's clear to him. Is it clear to you?

Erik climbs to his feet and shoves you back for a moment to breathe. Your eyes are still trained on him like you're not done. It's not only rage at him. It's toward yourself.

Blood's dripping down your neck, but you don't feel it due to the adrenaline in your body. Seems he's underestimated your ability to handle rough play.

"You need stitches."

You come at him again, and reflexively, he flings you back, which fuels your homicidal vengeance-seeking. You'll never break if he keeps dodging or pushing you back. That much is now clear.

Fuck it, he decides, looking into your rage-filled eyes. He'll give you a win just this once and if your psycho ass wants blood?

Let there be blood.

Your responding smile is contemptuous. Your eyes only flash to the knives for a millisecond, but it's done with the intention of tricking him. You want him to think you'll go for them like you went for that glass in your bedroom. That means he has to actually dive for it to give you a shot.

"How about a visual demonstration," you grin widely. "Of your death!"

As you speak, you fake and use his dive response to knee him across the face, right in his golden tooth.

"I've been hit harder during basic training," he admits, watching you seethe. "Try again."

Flinging yourself in a blind rage, you rain down every hit, every elbow blow, and every kick to his ribs, groin, throat, and everything else you can reach. He grunts, bearing it and eating every hit while remaining on his feet, even when he feels like buckling. You don't seem to realize he isn't blocking.

"Now tell me how weak I am."

"YOU'RE WEAK," you growl, swinging fists, feral with rage.

"I feel it," he growls, tensing his abs and gritting his teeth while you punch the same place you just stabbed. "That hate brewing deep for me every time you swing. When you look at me," he pauses, wondering if you've figured it out. "More."

You keep hitting that same spot. It hurts, but it ain't enough, and it won't be enough until you find some strength to hit harder.

"These princess ass punches. Reminds me of my cousin, slumped in the river like some Sleeping Beauty."

"BASTARD."

You shove him back, smashing his face as you drive your knuckles into his jaw. You were aiming for his nose, but he made a mistake and turned on reflex.

"That's it? You hit like the pillow princess you are. Maybe yo nigga dived on purpose, bored of that stiff ass pussy."

You put every ounce in your body into punching through dense muscle and bone, spurred on by his heavy grunts, and he finally bleeds from the inside of his mouth, giving you a feeling of catharsis. You need more.

"I'm all you got now," he groans, shaking his head. "You gone learn. You're Queen because I allow it! You're beholden to ME!"

He hasn't been blocking. GOOD. He needs his ass beat. You've been beating it nonstop.

"I'm Queen because I married a REAL King," you pant, your head back as you grab your hips to catch your breath. "I will REMAIN Queen when I send you to answer to Kings past!"

"Shit, I'm not worried. You can't even break a simple hold." He spits the blood. "Killing me? Impossible."

"You can ramble to your heart's content as they kick your ass across the ancestral plane."

He snorts.

"So kill me then! Whatever the fuck you think you bout to do. DO IT NOW."

The adrenaline coursing makes you feel that you can break through his body if you channel all your hate and pent-up rage, all your grief, all your stress.

"MORE," he barks, his eyes deranged and begging for your worst.

Blood drips from his mouth. He spits again like it's nothing, wiping his chin.

"THAT'S IT? THAT'S ALL YOU GOT?"

You give it and then some, putting him on his knees and audibly cracking him across the jaw. He licks his lips, puckering in a quick kiss.

You're winded. Your hands are bruised and bleeding. The adrenaline is wearing off, and your whole body is stressed.

"I KNOW you ain't tired! You gone KILL me right? I'M RIGHT HERE!" Arms out on his knees, he challenges. "KILL ME."

Your eyes go to the machete he's dropped on the floor, and he reads your mind, smirking. You scramble for the machete as he gets up.

"C'MON!"

Slashing through his bare chest twice in a narrow X, you back him up a bit. He's circling you like an animal trying to find a weak entry point. You keep your eyes trained on his.

Swinging another three times, he dodges like you're both in a boxing ring. You swing again, slashing across his stomach. Instead of backing up, he's walks into it, purposefully cutting his hand in the process of prying the machete from yours for the second time in a night.

"I'll say it again, sweetheart," he squints. "I'm not going anywhere, no time soon. AND... I'm all you have at this point in time."

The machete spins in his cut hand as his tongue rests on his canine, tasting blood.

"Then I have nothing, but I'll gain much through your death."

You throw another jab, but he catches it and redirects you to the floor, having gone far enough to prove his point to you.

"My turn."

He knows your efforts are hopeless, but you gotta know it.

"What are YOU gonna do?" You glare up at him, cocky and stubborn. "I'll only keep coming," you rant. You continue until he bends and delivers a long and slow shallow cut across your thigh through your black pants.

"Hm." He licks at the blood on the machete, intrigued. "You look disgusted... I can be real disgusting. Shall I show you?"

"AIDA," you yell. That fear is what he wanted. More adrenaline coursing through your body.

"Something about having you trapped with a knife in my hand and you at my mercy," he smirks, "It does it for me... You look terrified."

"AI-," you stop mid-word as the blade starts to press into your skin, drawing more droplets to the surface..

"Aida ain't coming for you. Nobody coming for you... What? You thought it was your idea to replace the Dora? Nah, Queen."

He only told you that to make you comply. He'd always planned to replace and eventually get rid of them completely.

"You lost to me the second you decided to survive. Slowly, I'll CONTINUE to replace everyone who ever THOUGHT of being loyal to you. You gone learn. I'M all you got and if I gotta carve you up to teach you that, I will."

As he expected, you run to the door, trying the handle, pulling, banging, trying to escape.

"I told you. They don't answer to you."

Poor lil girl, trapped with the big bad man. What will you do?

You run, staying on the edge of the room, your frightened eyes on the machete slicing through air in his grasp.

"You've run as far as you can go. Now yield... Or don't," he shrugs. "It's fun for me either way."

Slashing the machete through the air, an evil giddiness erupts from him as you hole up in a corner like a rat caged.

"Call me weak."

You're silent.

"Say it."

Trailing his fingers over the sharp blade, he waits for the word that will be his green light.

"Say it," he dares once more. "I want nothing more in this moment than to fuck you raw in a puddle of blood with you covered in my cum and me by that sweet, sweet honey. Come to me," he stops, a mere six feet from you. "I won't kill you. I swear. Just rough you up a bit."

You stare from your fearful ball, bewildered and in shock.

"No? You want me to come get you?"

That thought terrifies you more.

He tosses the machete now that you see your position.

"I can do anything to you at this moment. Take anything I desire, and no one will help you. Just like no one helped me. Just like no one helped T'Challa. When will you see I'm all you got in this world? I'm not your enemy."

Confused, you don't move. He takes a step back and waits, extending his hand once you see he doesn't plan to move.

"Truce?"

You hesitate at you're at wit's end with his manipulations and your conflicting impulses. Emotionally and psychologically, you're adrift from any stable point of being.

You take his hand.

He guides you forward, but you aren't processing. You've stopped minutes ago.

"I can't," you cry, hitting him as he stands there, taking it. "You killed T'Challa. I can't feel anything but hate for the man who murdered my husband!"

"Look, LOOK." He captures your flailing arms holding them tightly at your sides. "Listen. I sincerely mean it when I say FUCK your husband. Fuck your guilt! He's gone! You're here!"

"You INSUFFERABLE, VULGAR-"

"Stop, I'm not done. I can make the confusion stop. I can make you stop thinking. I can make you turn it all off, all of it if you say one word," he whispers, seeking a deal in trade for your soul.

"You've been disrespectful from the start, not saying my name even once. I wanna hear you say it."

"Killmonger. That's what you are, no more than a U.S. tool."

"Nope. Try again."

"Orphan. Go to hell."

He takes a deep sigh.

"That's not my name, sweetheart."

His voice is sultry, his grip strong on your arms as if it's holding the shattered peices together.

"Mm," you hum, looking away. You can't let your mind go there. You felt the same way on the airship just looking at him. It's shameful.

"Look at me," he releases your arms to hold your chin up, forcing eye contact. His touch immediately softens. "One word."

"No," you whisper. Before you can stop yourself, your fingers dig into his locks. Your lips are pressed against his. Your nails claw his scalp, sliding gently down his beard, his broad neck and shoulders, his large muscled arms, his scarred and textured chest. Your breathing is erratic as you moan with desperation.

Wordlessly, he lifts you and lays you back on the infirmary bed. Never breaking your kiss, he climbs on top and knees your legs apart, leaning between, his dick print pressed against your thigh. Your frantic hands roam and grasp at his perfectly built body, warm and weighted like a blanket, while his erection grows and grinds subtly on your hip.

That familiar clean scent of shea butter radiates from your smooth and supple skin mixed with the metallic air of sweat and blood. His own blood is smearing onto your body, and yours is concentrated at your neck.

Like the machete, the tip of his tongue fondles your collarbone, tasting blood from your skin. It's followed by a gentle suck.

You quickly remove your black shirt, pulling him back in, and his lips trail the bare skin of your breast over your bra cup. His wandering fingers slide under your pants and over your thin panties, feeling the moist heat seal an outline of your lips.

"Show me how wet you can get."

He nibbles your jaw, your breathing and the heartbeat against his hand doing all the communicating.

The breath on your neck combines with the brush of his beard and travels through the cells of your skin, lighting every erogenous zone. You push at his pants and underwear, pushing it down past his perfect ass as you try to pull him so close he slides inside.

You want the dick. You want the dick. You need the dick.

"Say my name."

Your back lifts off the bed as your hips grind independently of you. Your body craves every touch and trembles needily at pleasure.

"I really do hate you to my core... N'Jadaka."

He bites your shoulder. You bite your lip, lifting your hips for him to take your pants and your panties at once, your eyes on his.

"You sure?"

He slides in before you answer, licking his lips when you gasp and clutch his ass, pulling him deeper. You can take it and you need it. Taking your cue, he raises your calves and pushes your knees back, getting deeper. Short, slow strokes with the dick deep inside, pushing you back. You hold onto your knees as you look down, trying to see. You missed this dick. Every 4 or 5 strokes, he'll go long and push it back in, letting you feel every delicious inch.

"Say my name."

"N'Jadaka," your face scrunches, matching the pulsation that you're unintentionally doing on his shaft. You grip him on purpose this time, finding a squeeze and release method to match his speed. He's lost in it, moving like he's possessed, his eyes rolling. He keeps going.

"Fuck," you mutter, concentrating on your orgasm thats building.

"I feel you. I feel you, let go."

He doesn't have to tell you, you hold onto him as you cum, not wanting him to stop. He doesn't.

"Ooh, Erik," you moan, clawing his back. "Ooh.. ooh.. right there, don't stop."

Your legs shake as he pulls out slowly to just the tip and pushes all the way back in just as you cum. Your legs lock around his hips, your body is trembling.

He waits for your legs to release just a bit.

Eventually, he pulls back again, leaving an inch inside of you as he brings your ass closer and holds your legs up by the ankles. You moan and whimper, taking every bit of his sweet assault, your legs now against his shoulders.

Coming once more, you find yourself on top, riding fast with both hands fisting his locs. You grind forward in small circles, feeling his hands assist by lifting you when you move.

"Watch out," he warns, lifting you completely off as he cums, cream spurting on the infirmary bed. You grab his dick and stroke until it spits again.

"No," he shuts you down when you try to put it back inside of you, cum-coated and all. "Sit on my face instead."

You do without pause, grinding the same as you would on his dick with his slick tongue reaching and flicking strategically. He grips your ass, spreading your lips more in the process and sucks on your clit gently, alternating with licks until you come again and sigh, falling to the bed and rolling off of his face.

"Mm," you moan, feeling satiated. You lay on your side with your back against his side.

He rubs slow, wide, firm circles from your lower back to your shoulders and the base of your neck. As good as it feels, you still haven't processed half of what's happened. The whole moment seems surreal, like you weren't even thinking. You were moving solely on instinct.

You still hate him. That hasn't changed, but the sex...

"UH," you exhale. "I'll probably regret this in the morning. You'll use it against me somehow, and I won't be able to look at the Dora when I- Hm."

You wrap your fingers over his thicker ones briefly as he grasps your neck, pulling your head back close enough for him to whisper, "Shut up," in your ear. "You talk too much... I'm a use it, but damn. You'll survive. It's what we do."

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Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

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Imagine going to your mother for the truth about your father Erik Killmonger

Three days had gone by since your outburst leading to you breaking up with Riri and kicking Shuri out.

Riri kept her distance for the entire duration which wasn't hard considering. She knew your schedule and routine by heart. She figured Shuri would go back home after the way you acted, but instead the Princess chose to stick around.

"She just needs a little more time and space it was too much truth at once" Shuri told her.

Riri didn't seemed convinced.

"Hey she will come around Riri things aren't over between the two of you." Shuri tried to comfort her gripping her shoulder firmly.

"I don't know she sounded pretty sure too me" Riri mumbled not meeting her eyes.

Even though the young girl was scared of being rejected again. She told herself there was nothing wrong with checking up on you. Three days was enough for you to calm down right? Riri hoped so since she already knocked on your room door. It was too late to turn back now, and she was starting to wonder if she should've bought Shuri along.

Naw repair one relationship at a time she thought to herself

Five minutes went by with no movement on the other side of the door. Riri banged on your door this time with her closed fist with a frown. It was two 'o' clock in the afternoon and you had class in thirty minutes. There was no way you were asleep, or anywhere else on campus. Your first class was in the morning at ten, and you refused to carry all your textbooks around in your backpack. Always complaining about the weight of them, so you had to double back to your dorm every time.

"Come on y/n you can't ignore me forever I'll wait out here as long as it takes." She yelled slamming the palm of her hand into the door.

"For Christ's sake Riri she's not in there your girl is gone" an unfamiliar voice shouted a few doors down.

Riri whirled to see who it was. A white girl with a clear case of bed head with her upper body sticking outside of the door glared at her. Her dorm was only two doors down from yours, and the young engineer had obviously disturbed her sleep with all her knocking and yelling.

"Gone where?" Riri asked with a raised eyebrow.

The girl scoffed in disbelief. "You don't know."

"Would I be asking you if I did dumbass?" Riri shot back growing more impatient by the second. What did the girl mean by gone? Were you leaving for class earlier to avoid her just in case?

"Watch it Riri I don't have to tell you anything especially since I could get in trouble for spilling the beans. I'm a hundred percent sure I'm not supposed to know myself" the girl warned her.

Riri continued to stare the girl down without a word hoping the death glare would be enough to get her to cave. She was stubborn and sucked at apologies. Even when someone had the upper hand on her.

The girl started to retreat back into her room ready to shut her door. Riri caved throwing up her hands in surrender, and walking down to the girl's door. "Hey you win alright I'm sorry can you just please tell me where she went." Riri paused to swallow hard blinking back tears in her eyes. "I'm worried about her okay."

The girl picked her head back out the door with sympathetic eyes. At the tone of desperation in Riri's voice.

"Please" Riri added for good measure.

"I don't know where she went but y/n left campus about two days ago. I volunteer in the attendance office as part of my scholarship you know. She came in the other day and requested a leave" The girl revealed.

Riri's face dropped at the news. "Did she say how long?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

"No I only know because she had to get the paperwork to fill out from me. I guess it was approved because I saw her leave with a couple of packed bags. I don't know what happened between you two but sorry I guess." The girl said then disappeared back into her room.

Riri took a deep breath trying to hold back the tears, but when she exhaled. It turned into a sob as she backed up till her back hit the wall. She slid down to the floor as the tears finally broke free.

You were gone without a single explanation or goodbye

Present Day

Your first stop in your quest for answers had been the storage unit where some of your father's belongings were stored. The day your childhood home burned down was the day your entire world came crashing down. Your mother and you were out having a dinner. She had flown in from California to be with you after news reached her that Erik had died on his mission.

She finally succeeded in getting you out of bed and out of the house. The fire was an accident. A result of the next door neighbors thinking it was a good idea to use fireworks for a friend's gender reveal party that they were hosting. The explosion caused a wildfire that spread throughout half the neighborhood. Everything had been lost but still you salvaged what you could, and left it behind in storage. When your mother took you back to California with her.

There was only a few boxes and all of them were filled with damaged pictures, files filled with old mission reports, a painting or two, and a couple of his old jackets that had long since lost his scent. You went through the pictures hoping to find a clue to some secret. He never got the chance to reveal to you, and came up empty. The mission reports were barely readable, and yielded nothing useful either. You had hit a dead end, and knew there was only one person left with the answers you were seeking.

Oakland, California

The flight from D.C. to Oakland was three hours and non-stop. You never could fall asleep on planes not wanting to be unconscious. In case something went wrong, while there wasn't much you do if the plane was going down. You still preferred to be awake and aware of the situation going on around you. The result of your dad's lessons and training.

"Never let your guard down. Always be ready to react to any situation." Your father's voice rung in your ears.

After a forty minute ride from the airport to your neighborhood. You were dead tired and craved the comfort of your old bed, the familiar scent of your mother's cooking mixed with the burning scented candles. Your room door would be kept halfway open so that way her musical humming could reach your ears as she finished cooking, and lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

A yawn had crept up at the thought and you let out covering your mouth. The Uber driver was doing a crap job at following directions, and whenever you tried to correct him. He flinched as if you were getting unruly and yelling at him. When in reality you were being polite and patient despite his incompetence, and your growing frustration. You told him to just drop you off at a random corner, and in return he'd only get half of his payment.

He took the deal without hesitation and couldn't drive away fast enough. The guy was white in his mid-twenties, and dressed like a cookie cutter. With a name like Cody you knew he was from the other side of the tracks, and grew up surrounded by people exactly like him. The man probably hadn't ever had a black friend in his life, and only knew what people told him. Which meant Cody bought into every single stereotype.

You were just as eager to be rid of him, so much that you didn't care about having to walk about five blocks with your luggage to get home. But luckily enough you didn't have to because not long after Cody drove off. A familiar scent filled your nostrils then you were being lifted off your feet from behind. A pair of muscled arms had wrapped around your waist swinging you around. You let out a joyful yelp tucking your arms under you. "Shawn put me down" You squealed playfully.

He set you down on your feet after another spin, and you whirled around to give him a proper hug. Which resulted in you once again being lifted off the ground. Shawn Adams was the first kid you befriended when you made the move to Oakland. While your father would grow up and leave his home city. Your mother stayed put and never felt the need to go anywhere else. Sure the neighborhood was rough back then, but it had improved by a millennial since then.

"Well I'll be if it ain't the freaking legend herself y/n Stevens returning home. I thought I was seeing a got damn ghost" Shawn exclaimed. Once the two of you finally broke apart to really take each other in. You had only been gone for a year and half but he had changed so much since then. Shawn had always been tall but never big in muscles, your fingers use to connect when you encircled your hand around his biceps. Now they didn't even come close to touching. His hair had grown out more, but he had ditched the braids for locs.

"So you finally took my advice I see" You retorted playing with his hair.

He grinned "yeah I never really liked to manage it, and mama fussed every single time I bothered her with a wash. When I told her I wanted dreads she couldn't book my appointment fast enough."

"So what's up with the muscles? I mean you turned into the freaking Rock while I was gone. Did kids start bothering you again?"

Shawn shook his head reaching out to take a hold of your duffel bag that was sitting on the concrete. He slung it over his shoulder with ease, and grabbed the handle of your rolling suitcase with his other hand. The two of you started heading towards your mom's house.

"Naw college was pretty rough for me in the beginning I was having a hard time finding stability. So the guidance counselor suggested I try out clubs, but they were all whack. You know do I look I play chess, or garden?" He said with a grimace.

"No you definitely don't but you can't just make assumptions based off appearance these days" You replied with a teasing smile.

"Well I don't and your boy sure as hell doesn't debate. I'll knock a punk out before I argue with one. So yeah I ended up trying out for sports and the basketball teams were having try-outs-"

"Wait you got this built to play b-ball no way" You said cutting him off.

"No let me finish princess" He chided you softly.

Shawn didn't mean anything with the nickname. He had grown up calling you that because you had a habit of being pretty demanding sometimes. It was a running joke. But now with everything that happened the past week. It had struck a nerve and you should've just left it alone. But you were going to be here for a few days, and didn't want to hear it from him for the whole duration.

"Hey try not to call me that anymore please" You told him looking away.

He frowned tilting his head to the side. A question on the tip of his tongue, but decided to leave it alone. "Yeah sure no problem but as I was saying I tried out for basketball, but unfortunately my amazing jump shot wasn't enough to get me a spot. But the coach said I was fast and had good hands, so he put in a good word for me with the football coach. You're looking at a varsity wide receiver."

"Shawn that's freaking amazing" You exclaimed smacking his shoulder. He was always one of those kids that was filled with potential, but never really had direction or a passion to pursue.

"Yeah I know" he muttered dropping his gaze to the ground. "What brings you home? Those rich preppy kids finally run you off."

You scoffed "as if I run that school but I just missed home that's all."

"Yeah it has been a long time your mom didn't think you were going to come back. After you missed Thanksgiving and Christmas. I told you were just living your best college life, and probably found love or somethin." He told you not masking his own disappointment in you.

You let out a sigh knowing this was a conservation you wouldn't be able to avoid for much longer. Your mom had called you multiple times over those breaks, and you ignored most of them. Until the actual holiday came then you face-timed her to apologize and spent hours talking. She didn't push for an explanation but you always knew when you finally did return home. There would be no running anymore.

"I was dealing with some stuff but I'm here now" You said.

"How long?"

"A week maybe I haven't decided."

By now the two of you had finally reached your mom's house. A two-story brick stone house with a front porch. The front yard had fresh cut grass and was decorated with flower pots, and little gnomes. It was enclosed in a steel silver fence which cut off at the driveway where your mom's black Lexus SVU was parked. The screen door was closed but the front door was wide open like your mom liked to keep it during the early day. She moved into this neighborhood eight years ago around the time. She had to take you in full time after Erik's death. The neighborhood was friendly and everyone had been welcoming.

You turned around to take in your old home to realize nothing had changed. The basketball court right across the street had been touched up with a new basketball goal, and the concrete was done sometime ago. But of course the kids added there own touch of graffiti art, but it didn't bother anyone. There were a couple of teens, and older guys out shooting some ball. You recognized a few who you went to school with, or just grew up with in the neighborhood. A few of them paused at the sight of you and Shawn to start calling both of you over.

"Hey you guys game we need two more people."

"Yeah let us get her settled in we'll be over in about ten minutes" Shawn answered for both of you.

"Hey" You complained with a little pout.

Shawn glanced down at you with a pointed look. "Look I don't know what brought you back home in the middle of the semester, but I know you, and your vibe is off. Something is eating at you and I figured maybe you would want to kick back and have some fun. Before going to war with your mom who's going to have your ass for the way you treated her over the holidays."

As much as you wanted to wave his comments off. You knew he was right while your mom wasn't the type to sit around with a grudge especially against you. She was going to want answers about your absence. "Fine but one game mister my jump shot wasn't good enough" You told him.

"Heyyy" he whined at the dig letting your duffel bag drop to his side, and reached out for your waist. With a playful squeal you took off running, heaving your suitcase over the fence. Before hopping it yourself Shawn was right behind you determined to make you pay. Your luggage rested in the grass as he chased you across the lawn with you dodging him at every angle. When he finally did manage to get his arms around your waist, the screen door was pushed open, and your mother stepped out onto the porch.

She was dressed in a white t-shirt with thin straps showing off her muscled arms, a pair of black joggers, and flip-flops. A plain gold chain was around her neck matching the gold studs in her ear. The chain didn't look like anything special, and the gold was fading a bit revealing how worn it was. But she still wore it considering Erik gifted to her back when they were in the high school. After professing his love for her and wanted her to have something of his to wear as proof of their relationship to the other young boys. He would buy her a ring just a year later. When she would finally cave and admit she was pregnant after hiding it from him for the first month.

Her hair was braided up in the form of mid-size box braids, and they were pulled back into a ponytail revealing her beautiful face. Despite being in her early forties your mother still looked to be in her thirties. Good genes is what she always told you.

"Now I just know that's not my daughter running around in my yard popping out of nowhere. Like she don't have a cellphone to call somebody to let them know she's coming home." She yelled in a playful voice but there was a underlying tone of disappointment, or was it hurt.

You really couldn't tell but either way her voice brought your struggling with Shawn to a halt, and he released his hold on your waist. As your feet carried you in the her direction, and a second later you were throwing yourself into her awaiting arms. She pulled you close as you buried your face into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry momma" You whispered in a muffled voice.

"Its okay sweetheart I'm just glad to finally have you home" she reassured you.

Maha Stevens was your mother's name and even though her and Erik never officially got married. That one little detail didn't stop her from taking on his last name. She always said that Erik was the love of her life, and no man would ever take his place. And all these years after his death it was obvious she still meant it. In the past you would encourage her to go out on dates insisting. She didn't have to stay single for your sake, but your mother refused saying she didn't want anyone else.

"Let me look at you babygirl" Maha said.

You pulled back to look up at her, and her hand caught you by the chin before you could retreat. Her warm brown eyes bore into yours conveying a message. You were home and everything would be okay.

Your mom planted a light kiss on your forehead, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to let lead you in the house. She held the screen door open with her foot, as Shawn came bounding up the steps with your duffel bag, and a suitcase.

"There's one more I'll get it" He said leaving the bags by the wall.

"Thank you Shawn" You called out to him taking a seat on the brown-cushioned sofa. The living room had been redecorated a little bit. Your mother changed up the color scheme replacing the brown rug with a giant red one with different patterns dancing across it. The glass table held together by brown marble sat on top of the rug. It was covered in little whatnots, and a few coasters. Growing up your mother use to reprimand you so many times about not using them for your drinks. It was a bad habit you had considering Erik never cared for them, letting you put your cups where you pleased.

The living room was open-spaced with the long brown-sofa on the right side, and on the left side was the matching loveseat. The flat-screen 70-inch TV sat on a brown stand with multiple levels in the center against the back wall. On one level was the Blu-ray dvd player, and beside was your Playstation 4. Which you insisted on leaving behind so there was no distractions. The walls were decorated with paintings, wall-art, a few uplifting quotes, but the one that stood out the most was.

A large portrait hanging right above the TV of your parents back in their younger days. Both of them were only teenagers when it was taken. Maha was sitting in Erik's lap with an arm thrown over his shoulder, and her other hand grazing his cheek. She was looking down into his eyes with the happiest smile on her face showing teeth. Erik had both of his arms secured around her waist steadying her, and was gazing back up at her with a cheeky smile, one of his eyes squeezed shut. In the background was a blurred run-down basketball court. They never looked happier and more in-love than that moment.

"I never get tired of seeing that picture" You told her.

"Me neither baby" she replied pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

"Hey y/n are you still down for a ballgame?" Shawn asked you eagerly. Your mother looked to him, and turned back to you with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't mind mama Stevens" He threw in real quick under her gaze.

"Just one game I promise" You said folding your hands together to plead with her.

"Go ahead you're lucky I'm still cooking and don't want your butt all up in the kitchen trying to sneak a taste of the food."

"Wait what you cookin?"

Maha shook her head and nudged you until you got up, and made your way to the door. "Nope go play with your little friends, dinner will be ready in a few hours."

"Mom" you pouted pausing at the door to look back at her, but flinched at the disapproving stare that greeted you back.

"We'll talk when you get back in here and wash up?" She worded it as a question, but you knew it was anything but.

So the one game of basketball ended up turning into three. It was decided whichever team reached thirty points first would be declared the winner, and in the first game. Everyone were reminded of a few things that they forgot over the year since most of you graduated high school, and moved on with your lives.

One is Shawn really did have a mean jump-shot damn near impossible to defend.

Two you became the co-captain of the high school's varsity girl's basketball team during your freshman year.

Because you were just that good, and three was letting you and Shawn play on the same team was a big mistake.

The first game was over in all of ten minutes with you and Shawn being the dynamic duo teaming up for twenty-five of the thirty points. Your other four teammates quickly realized all they had to do to win is put the ball in one of your guy's hands. Shawn was big, and got a lot of height on his jumps. Which meant blocking his shots were kinda hard, and his own blocking skills were pretty incredible. You were fast and agile, and when it came to playing rough. You had no problem pushing back against any of the boys, and they all knew better to play dirty with you.

Back when you first moved into the neighborhood, and some kids asked you to come out and play. An older boy practically threw you on the ground hard. When you were going for a lay-up on him, and a series of gasps and "come on bro" filled the air. The older boy just shrugged his shoulders not a care in the world looking down as you glared up at him. While rubbing the back of your head, but when he went to walk past you. Your arm shot out wrapping around his leg, you yanked him down on the ground, and bent his leg backward till he was crying out in pain. No one ever messed you again after that.

The second game went on a bit longer, and it turned out some of the boys on the other team had been holding back. A mistake they didn't make this time resulting in a close game. Shawn hit the game-winning shot for your team, and fist bumped you in excitement. Your mother poked her head out of the door to let you know dinner would be ready in thirty minutes.

Giving you guys about fifteen minutes to run one more game considering you still had to wash up, and Maha wouldn't tolerate you being late for dinner on your first night back home.

All of you were tired and worn out by now, but you had been on the go since you got off the plane. So they could tell you were slowing down, and took advantage. One of the guys leapt over you to slam the ball into the basket with one hand. Everyone let out a chorus of oooh's with the display of athleticism. You gave a round of applause with a chuckle as he mock bowed. The game went on with you landing a few more lay-ups, and Shawn hitting a three-pointer. But the your opponents were right behind your team matching all of you point for point. When it came to the wire and the score was twenty-eight to twenty-two. Even though you had the opportunity for a steal, you let the younger boy pass up, and make the shot. Bringing an end to the game.

There was a collective of groans from the boys on your team, but you were already leaving the court to head back home.

"Sorry guys but its dinner time, but same time tomorrow raincheck" You called out to them.

They waved goodbye and nodded at the challenge. Shawn lived just right around the corner, and announced his leave as well. He would've joined you and mom for dinner if it wasn't for the tension coming off of both of you.

The scent of southern home-cooked food hit your nostrils the second you entered the house, making your mouth water till the point. You were drooling as you drifted to the kitchen. Coming to a halt when your mother intercepted you right at the entrance with her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised. "I know you're not about to come to dinner like that y/n."

The trance was broken as you pouted and made your way back to your room for a quick shower. Ten minutes you joined your mother in the kitchen arriving in time to help her set the table. Now that it was just the two of alone with no distractions. The real reason you came back home was fresh in your mind, and so many questions were burning a hole inside of you.

Maha must have sensed your growing impatience, because as she walked to the table with your plate in hand. She spoke up "whatever it is you want to talk about. We'll discuss it after you explain to me just exactly why you've been avoiding since you left for college."

"But mom" you tried to protest wanting to explain the urgency of your questions.

But she held up a hand fixing you with a stern gaze. "No buts babygirl you want answers well so do I."

"That's fair" you muttered in agreement dropping your head down, and closing your eyes. Maha took a seat across from you and blessed the food. Then she watched as you devoured the plate of food scarfing it down in such a way. She was starting to wonder rather or not you had been eating while away from home, and what kind of food did college offer?

"Why didn't you come home for the holidays?" she asked once you slowed down to gulp down some kool-aid.

You placed the cup down and wiped your mouth with your hand. Giving a her a sheepish grin at the lack of manners there was a napkin sitting right beside your plate. "Mom it was nothing against you alright I was having a hard time adjusting to life away from home. It wasn't easy at first and I was scared that if I came home. I would get too comfortable and wouldn’t go back to school. I promise I wasn't mad or anything."

"Sweetheart why didn't you pick up the phone, and just tell me that instead of having me worry over you?"

"I thought it would make me seem weak, and I didn't want to admit it" You told her.

Maha shook her head releasing a sigh of disappointment, and glanced back up at you with glistening eyes. "I swear you're so much like your father sometimes its infuriating. Do you know how many times I did this dance with him?"

It was a rhetorical question that had put a small smile on your face.

"Missing your home and your mother is not a weakness child. Its normal and actually comforting to me. You know every mother's biggest fear is their child growing up, and realizing they don't need us anymore."

You scoffed "mom that is never going to happen."

She nodded taking a few bites of her food. After she was done chewing and swallowing her food. Maha moved the conservation along "now what is it did you want to ask me?"

The question was on the tip of your tongue, but still you hesitated trying to find the right way to word it. How was you supposed to ask your mom if she knew anything about your dad being a long-lost Prince of Wakanda, without sounding crazy? You took a deep breath and released it. "Did dad keep any secrets from me about my heritage?"

You studied your mom for any clear signs of distress, or changes in her demeanor, but they were none at least not right now.

"What kind of secrets? Did you take one of those genealogy tests, and find a distant relative somewhere?" She replied frowning a bit.

"No nothing like that did dad ever mention anything about Wakanda to you?" Maybe being more specific would get a better reaction out of her, and it worked as Maha stiffened a bit. Your eyes narrowed when she stopped chewing her food, and looked away nervously.

"No he didn't" she lied. "Where is all of this coming from?"

You sighed in frustration and pulled your father's ring out of your pocket letting it hang from the golden chain. Holding it up so Maha could see it clear as day, and her mouth took shape of an 'O' as she gasped in surprise.

It took her a minute but soon enough your mother found her voice again. She reached out for the ring and you let her take it. "Where did you get this? I thought it was lost on Erik's last mission."

"The Princess of Wakanda gave it to me," you answered, deciding to not sugarcoat anything.

Her eyes snapped up from the ring to yours, and in that instant you knew it was true. Your mother swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she contemplated what to say.

"She told me dad was a Prince of Wakanda, and so was grandpa. She said that made me Wakandan royalty." You finished explaining. "Mom please tell the truth."

Maha opened her eyes, now filled with regret. "Erik always told me these stories that I found entertaining, but really didn't believe. We were young and I thought he was making stuff to convince himself. There was a better future out there waiting for him. But the older we got the more intense he became till the point. Not even I could ignore it anymore I was starting to believe him."

You sat up a bit straighter holding onto your mom's every word.

"Overtime your father grew more ambitious, and when I got pregnant with you. I was actually scared that he wouldn't want to keep you." Your mother revealed leaning forward to take your hand in yours. "Sweetheart I want to know that never did a second guess rather or not I wanted you."

You gave her a unsure nod.

"Your father found out about the pregnancy when a package of abortion pills came in the mail." Her grip tightened on her hand as you stiffened with a frown. "I was fifteen and didn't exactly come from a stable home. Your grandparents had already sacrificed a lot to take me in, and I was afraid they wouldn't be supportive. I was afraid Erik didn't want kids because he had such big plans. But boy, was I wrong? " she paused, shaking her head. "He was livid when he found out what I was going to do without talking to him first."

"The pregnancy changed everything for us. Erik got even more serious and determined about making a better way for his family. He insisted that one day we would be on top. I tried to tell him all he had done was enough, and I just wanted him. But your father had a vision and an insatiable drive. He wanted his throne back."

"Why wouldn't he tell me any of this?" You asked, cutting her off. "I mean, he started giving me combat lessons when I turned six. He taught how to shoot a gun at age eight. Why would he keep something this big from me?"

Maha got up from her chair to walk around to you and pulled your chair back from the table. She knelt down in front of you, taking your face in your hands. "Oh babygirl" she whispered, her voice overflowing with emotions. "His father made him so many promises he couldn't keep. Erik didn't want to do that to you. Instead, he wanted to give you the world at your feet."

"So it's true?"

Your mother nodded, pulling your head to rest on her shoulder. You broke down sobbing as all the pent-up emotions overwhelmed you, too. The breaking point it was too much knowing for sure now. Shuri had been telling the truth, and your father kept such a huge piece of your life from you.

Your mother let you cry for as long as you needed to. Running her fingers through your hair and whispering words of comfort on your ear. You wouldn't calm down for another fifteen minutes. Afterward, you just let her hold you in her warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I never I told you before now after his death. I didn't know if the secret would do more harm than good. I was terrified you would take after your father." She told you pulling away to kiss your forehead.

"God, I'm such an idiot I yelled at Shuri and broke up with Riri, " you exclaimed, throwing yourself back into the chair.

"Wait, Riri, as in the nice young lady who you did go home with for the holidays. The girl you're always raving about in our phone calls?" Maha questioned with a scruntizing look.

"I don't have another Riri in my life" you told her.

"How long were you planning on staying?"

"A week I'm in no rush to get back."

Your mother shook her head. "Three days, then you go back to school and make amends."

"I can do that in a week," you insisted stubbornly.

"What was one of the first things I told you when you moved in with me full-time?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

You racked your brain, considering your mother told you a lot of things. During those days, but only one came to mind that applied to your current situation. It caused you to groan in annoyance. "Unlike my father, I'm going to learn how to apologize.

If there was one thing Erik Killmonger didn't do, it was apologies. He didn't say sorry to anyone, not even his love or daughter. He made you upset that you were treated to a toy shopping spree. He made Maha cry she was getting new jewelry or a trip to the spa. It wasn't a surprise to her that you picked up on his habit. But your mother made sure to teach you better.

You knew there was no arguing with your mom, plus the longer you stayed away. The more likely it was, Riri wouldn't even care for your apology.

Three days and then you would return to make things right with Riri and Shuri.

But what did making things right with Shuri mean for your future?

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