#Erik killmonger fanfiction

[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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[migosis]

after a long, hard day at work (erik killmonger x OC)

summary: exactly the title. Nyla treats her man after a long hard day at work.

warnings: D/s, smut, c*ck worship, alladat nasty sh!t, its k!nktober!!!!

When he arrived home, she was to be kneeling at the door upon his arrival.

She figured today must've been very busy for Erik since she didn't hear from him at all since the morning. He hadn't even replied to the lovely photos she'd sent fresh out of the bath. She'd oiled herself up and admired herself in the mirror. She looked so good it that it would be selfish not to share it.

After dressing, she kneeled at the elevator entrance awaiting Erik's arrival, a ritual she performed daily. She was in lounge clothes since she stayed at home today and did some light cleaning. She wore a soft v neck t-shirt that hugged her torso with loose-fitting pajama shorts that tied at her waist. Her back was straight, and she allowed her hands to rest palm up on her knees.

She was thankful to hear Erik's voice on the other side of the door within minutes. She tensed a little, already sensing his frustration from the tone of his voice. He breezed in, acknowledging her with his eyes only. He sat his briefcase down haphazardly and paced the room as he spoke firmly.

"T, I get it, but we're not folding. The terms of the contract stay the same. They will sign it if they know what's best for them."

"We wait it out until midnight. They really don't have a choice unless they want to be indebted to colonial forces forever. Trust me on this. They think they're going to force our hand, and that's not the precedent I'm trying to set."

Now Erik paused in front of her as he listened to the voice on the phone. She proceeded to carefully untie the laces on the oxford dress shoes before he stepped out of them. He sighed harshly and hung up the phone. He ran his hand over his face, and his shoulders dropped a little, decompressing from the day.

He used the back of his hand to stoke her cheek. His knuckle tilted her chin upwards as he leaned over to kiss her intently. Relief flooded through her body when he touched her.

"I'm sorry about that princess." He held her elbow as he straightened his back, pulling her to her feet.

"That's okay. I hope everything works out. Are you really sure they'll sign?"

She helped remove his suit jacket and hung it up in the closet. He nodded.

"You're trusting your gut. That's all that matters." He smiled at her, happy that he had her to come home to.

"How was your day?"

"It was fine, a bit restless. I mostly just organized and cleaned a little. I got some of the holiday decorations out, but there's a couple of boxes I can't get to, so I'll need your help."

"Baby, it's only October."

"Yes, but I need to take inventory of what I have so I know what else I need to buy. They're already putting the Chistmas decorations on the shelves."

"Alright, Alright. Have you talked to Pandora lately?"

"We talked a little last week."

"You should link up with her soon."

"Okay. She's pretty busy with the baby, but I'm sure she probably could use some support." She hadn't seen her best friend since her baby was born 8 weeks ago since they we're hours away from one another.

"How about when I get down those decorations, I pull out your art supplies?"

She didn't want to be disrespectful by rolling her eyes, so she just looked away with her arms crossing her chest. Anything that required much of a creative drive hadn't been on her radar lately.

"I just don't want you in this big ass penthouse lonely and bored."

"I'm not lonely or bored." She defended.

"But you're isolated, and I don't like that for you."

"I get out... I go to.. the store. And on walks." She tried to sound convincing but failed miserably. "I've been filming more book reviews for YouTube."

"You have and that's great. But that same community you're building online is just as important in real life."

She raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, I get it. I'll reach out to Dora."

"Did you see my pictures?" She said with an upbeat lilt in her voice.

"I did. They were real nice baby, made my day." He pulled her close to him, arms resting on around the small of your back. Her eyes sparkled at his praise.

"I can make it some more, that is, if you have time for me, Sir? It seems like you had a rough day."

"I have a few loose ends to tie up, then I'm all yours. Wait for me in the office?"

She kneeled at Erik's desk, but when he walked in, he relieved her, insisting she sit in the armchair near the corner of the room. That meant he'd probably be longer than she wished for. She cozied up with a blanket and a book while Erik typed and took a phone call. After reading two chapters, she glanced at him over the book. He was concentrated on whatever he was doing as he looked between two monitors. She strolled over, settling behind him. Briefly, she looked at the monitors, but the spreadsheets that overflowed with data made her head hurt. Knots of tension in his shoulders began to unravel while her hands worked. Once her fingertips kneaded his temples, he sighed in relief and relaxed in his chair.

"Thank you, princess. I'm almost finished. Please be patient."

Since he said please, she didn't allow her disappointment to show.

"Kneel next to me. Legs open, head down." He kissed her on the forehead before turning back to his screens. The command ushered in wetness between her legs. Her heart beat quickened with so much anticipation that she had to focus on her breath to stay calm. About ten minutes later, she saw Erik's footsteps move around her. The room was still before he returned again. She heard the book she was reading earlier plop closed, then clinking over near the bar cart.

"Look at me." He sat relaxed in the armchair she occupied earlier. He leaned back slightly, chin up, shoulders back, and arms propped up on both sides of the chair. His button-up was untucked, the first few buttons undone, and the tie he'd worn earlier was no longer confining his neck. He beckoned her to come to him with one hand motion.

She crawled over to where he sat, maintaining eye contact with him. He admired her as she kneeled before him. She smelled the bold amber liquor in the tumbler Erik sipped on.

"Would you like a taste?"

"Yes, sir." He held the glass to her lips for her. When he pulled the glass away a few dribbles flowed down her lips. Erik caught them with his tongue before they could even reach her chin. His lips enveloped hers, demanding entrance. She allowed his tongue to survey her mouth, their tongues wrestling like this until they were out of breath. Erik's hands groped her breast, which made her nipples press firmly against the fabric of her shirt. When his lips left hers, she let out a small breathy moan.

"Take this off." When her top half was exposed, she grasped her breasts roughly as she bit her lips, demonstrating how needy she was.

"That's my job, hands at your knees."

She whined but the sounds soon turned into pleasurable hums as his lips sucked her nipples. He nipped at her flesh with his teeth, it causing her stir underneath him. From the table beside him, he picked up a ball gag and brought it to her pink lips, already plump from their kissing. When she did not open her mouth him he looked at her curiously.

"What is it?"

"I don't wanna wear that. I just want to taste you." She placed her hand on his knee, brushing against the fabric as she moved up his thigh.

"But you were so good just now, waiting on me. Can I say thank you first?"

"You've just been on my mind all day." Her doe eyes made it hard for him to refuse, but the truth is that he'd been craving to see the face she made when she came.

"It'll be quick then. That means you're already wet for me. Plus, I want that mouth nice and messy. Now, move your hand until I give you permission."

She retracted her hand placing it back on her knee. This time when he brought the gag to her mouth she opened it. When Erik peered at her he saw gratitude in her eyes.

She looked beautiful. He reached inside her shorts, easily accessing her, as she was free of underwear. His fingers pressed into her folds. She mewled and melted into him. Her essence glistened on his fingers when he pulled them out to examine them.

"Look at that princess, I was right. You want me to keep going?"

"Uhm huh." She slurred behind the gag.

"Say please."

"Puhles." She struggled.

There he was at her entrance again, slipping in two fingers this time. Her eyes fluttered, then closed completely as she focused on the sensation. She pushed downwards, encouraging him to go deeper. His fingers curled inside of her, pushing against her pillowy folds. Her moans rang in his ears despite the ball gag. A pool of saliva that collected began to ooze from her mouth onto her chin and dripped on her chest. The messier her chest got, the more her pussy seemed to follow. Erik had easily slipped another finger inside of her and she'd been so close to cuming that Erik needed to support her weight. He could feel her clenching around him periodically.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." The hand that wasn't inside of her rubbed against her clit. Her warm juices splashed as kept his pace, even as her insides contracted against him. Indistinguishable sounds broke free from her throat as her body seized. He watched in satisfaction as the meat on her pudgy thighs and backside shook. Her empty, unfocused gaze stared beyond him, drunk with pleasure.

Erik removed the gag from her lips replaced it with his fingers. She sucked them slowly and hummed in delight.

"I love seeing you on your knees. It makes me want to fuck you."

It was times like this when the words he said sent shivers down her spine that made her wait worth it. She loved that he wanted her, she loved being a slut for him. Erik stood from his seated position, allowing her to see that he was fully bricked up inside his pants. Her mouth watered in excitement. She looked up to him eagerly, anticipating his movements.

"Fuck my throat," She pleaded, "Please, Sir." She had almost forgotten her manners in her desperation. She rose on her knees so that she was eye level with his dick. She watched as he took his time unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his skin that he revealed, the more she craved contact. His frame was thick, and sturdy. It became hard for her to sit still and she no longer knew what to do with her hands, so she went back to squeezing her nipples that were slick with drool. It was when he removed his undershirt and began to unbuckle his belt when she interrupted.

"May I?"

He dropped his hands at his sides and moved closer towards her obliging her. Her fingers couldn't move fast enough to unbuckle his pants, and move his boxers out of the way. Her mouth was on him immediately, the pants and boxers still hung around his hips. She swallowed his length entirely. He let his head hang back as he growled under his breath. When he looked back down at her, he struggled to keep his composure at the sight. Her pretty chestnut eyes blinked up at him through full, curly lashes. She engulfed him again, and remained here until her throat strained. When he left her throat she gasped and moaned out.

"Take your time, baby. I'm not going nowhere." She nodded, only slightly embarrassed at her neediness.

"I love this big dick." She took him in her hands and slapped him against her tongue a few times. "You making me so wet."

She lifted him up and slowly glided her tongue under his shaft up and down, feeling each and every vein there. She left soft, wet kisses on his balls before licking them lightly, suctioning them with her lips. Her tongue rhythmically massaged the flesh. His groans only fueled her to take more of him into her mouth, as much as she could fit. She focused her lips again at the tip of his dick, while one hand massaged his balls. She tightened her lips around the head of his dick and watched him. His eyes were low but focused. His abdomen tensed beginning to thrust further into her as her teasing would only suffice for so long. She allowed him to set the pace, and when he began to hit the back of her throat, she nearly orgasmed to the lewd noises that came from her mouth. It was like there was a secret g-spot there that made her insides do summersaults when Erik poked it. He gently guided her movements with his hand on the back of her head. He felt amazing gliding down her throat, but she could take more. She dropped lower under him, sitting on her ankles, and placed her hands on the outside of his thigh, encouraging his movements so that he could literally drop the dick down her throat.

He groaned as he slid down her throat. "You are my lovely little cocksleeve. How's that feel angel?" She moaned and blinked back tears.

"Move your hands so I can give you what you asked for." She relaxed her muscles as best as she could and concentrated on breathing in through her nose when Erik would slide out. She loved the sensation of her heavy tits bouncing each time he'd hit the back of her throat. Saliva rolled down her chin and collected at he base of his dick. When he slid out of her, her only purpose was to clean him off.

Nyla was perched in front of him, watching his muscles move as he removed his clothes completely. He stepped backwards and sat down. When she tried to come closer to him, Erik shook his head. "Stay." His eyes were dark and stern.

She pouted in protest. He leaned back and stroked himself as he took in her body. The evening sunlight that filtered through the curtains hit her perfectly, amplifying the warm red undertone of her skin. Swollen lips, wet eyelashes, and a complete mess all over her breasts. Hesitantly, she moved her hand down her body into her shorts. She looked him in his eyes and raised her eyebrow as if to ask, 'Is this okay, is this what you want?' Her clit was moist and puffy. She circled her clit and cried out with need. When he did not stop her from touching herself, she took the lenience and ran with it. She leaned back, removed the shorts and it was a matter of seconds before her pussy welcomed her fingers inside. She did not take her eyes off of him or his dick. His chest moved up and down as he breathed and his forehead was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked so strong and godly gazing down at her while his muscles worked to pleasure himself. She took note of his movements so that when she took over, she could recreate them herself.

"Can I please cum? Can I cum with your dick in my mouth Sir?" He made her plea a few more times before he called her over with a hand signal and a nod. She crawled the short distance to him. She kissed his feet, his calves, and all the way up his thighs. Before she could begin, Erik grabbed her by the neck and kissed her sloppily. She used the wetness between her legs to make his dick shine before taking him in her mouth. Once she found her rhythm she played in her pussy until she came again. Her eyes rolled and fluttered with him still inside of her. She felt Erik's dick twitch in her mouth at the sight. She brought her face close to his and encased his dick between her breast, moving up and down slowly.

"Don't cum yet, cause then I'll have to stop. And I still haven't decided where I want your delicious cum? What do you think?" She licked her lips. Her movements, paired with her provoking words, were hypnotizing.

"Its your world baby." Is all he managed. She smiled internally, feeling empowered. His orgasms was hers. All hers.

"Good, I just want you to relax honey." Erik smiled at her endearment, her care meant the world to him. "I love you," she said lowly.

"I love you." Moments between them like this made the world feel like it was at a standstill, like only he and her existed and nothing else mattered. She took him in her hand and rubbed him against her face, scattering warm wet French kisses all over his groin and dick. She massaged him, only using her hands for a while, returning to his balls and further down to his taint, pressing gently.

"Fuck, baby." His breathing hitched and his toes curled so she took it easy in that area. While one hand stoked him, the other gently made its way up his torso. You brushed your lips and tongue against his torso, the sensation of her breath made goosebumps spread across his body.

"You are so handsome, you know that? I don't know how I got so lucky." Erik's head rested against the chair with his legs outstretched. His eyes were closed, only opening occasionally. She used both hands, twisting and stoking, letting her mouth drip onto him to keep it moist. She applied slight pressure to the tip, and when she noted Erik's hips tilting up towards her, she slowed her motions again.

"I could do this for hours. You taste so good."

She circled his dick around her lips basking in how nice and hard he was. When he briefly opened his eyes and saw the pleasant smile on her face, he began to moan, knowing she truly enjoyed this did something to him. Her intimacy and devotion made him feel seen.

He slid into her mouth with ease. She allowed herself a moment to rest there, paying him true tribute. She hummed and slowly began bobbing her head up and down, then added her hands to the combination.

"Mmmm, just like that." He groaned. "I think I want my cum down your pretty throat, would you like that?"

She moaned in response.

"Hands behind your back." He grabbed the curly bun and guided her head down his shaft, his hips thrusting up slowly. Her mouth opened wider and wider, and her tongue moved out to accommodate him. She held her head there until she began to struggle for air. He repeated the same again, leaving her gasping for air. As he held his position in her throat, he pinched her nose for a few seconds. Her throat spasmed around him before he released her and pulled away. Warm strings of saliva hung from her lips. The whites of her eyes turned began to turn crimson.

"Please, give it to me." He soothed her, wiping a tear that began to form at the corner of her eye. Her begging made his dick ache in bliss, a culmination of how he'd felt the past thirth minutes bathing in her mouth. He was back inside of her mouth, fucking her throat rapidly. She held her head still for him like a good girl would awaiting his cum. On her tongue, she felt his dick begin to throb. She could feel warm spurts ooze from him, marking her throat, and she swallowed each one as they came. His moans of satisfaction made her more fulfilled than she could ever describe. He squeezed the tip so that any remaining landed on her tongue. She licked her lips and placed subtle kisses on his dick that laid in his lap.

Her eyes ran over his body. He laid back, limbs limp in exhaustion. Once he gathered himself, he looked at her in pure amazement and appreciation. He could tell she wanted to be close to him, occupy his space.

"Come."

She straddled him, laying her head on his shoulder. He palmed her thighs, giving them a nice jiggle before lightly rubbing her back.

"Are you good princess?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me please you."

"Thank you, princess. Where'd you learn to be so attentive?"

"What do you mean?"

"You anticipate my needs. And that... that wasn't no regular head."

"Well, you anticipate mine too. You deserve honor. Just because you're my Dom doesn't mean I can't reciprocate. I belong to and submit you, without you asking."

"Damn, say that last part again?" He bit his lip before meeting your eyes and joining you in laughter.

"I belong to you, Sir." He traced her features with his eyes before gracefully placing pecks all over her face.

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Several hours later, chimes from Erik's computer caused him to stir in his sleep. They'd fallen asleep in his office. He was disoriented until the glow of the screen caught his attention. He shifted under Nyla's weight causing her to grip him tighter and persuading him back to his sleep. It was 12:05am and chimes became continuous beckoning him to the computer. He sat her down where she curled into ball and sulked over to the screen. Several new emails sat in his inbox. The first was the official signed contract agreement. The next was a link to an article from T'Challa headlining to new deal.

Wakandan officials agree to allow U.S. based descendants of slavery asylum after rampant white supremest attacks.

"Damn these muthafuckas are fast. I knew those terms were fucking irresistible."

He picked Nyla up to carry to to their bedroom. She groaned at him disrupting her sleep, but he ignored it. "Baby, guess what? They signed the contract."

"Okay baby. Just have them call me tomorrow, I'm sleep."

Erik laughed off her nonsense and covered her body before sinking into the bed himself. He closed his eyes, noticing how light and refreshed he felt. Although he felt a sense of relief about this deal he groaned internally when he began to think about work. He recalled Nyla's words from earlier about honor. He knew that he needed to honor his body and mind because the exhaustion that encompassed him at the moment was not for the weak. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he made the decision to take some time off of work, perhaps go on a vacation for the holidays.

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[henneseyhoe]

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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[songficsbyrissi]

Do You Remember part 4

Warnings: mentions of past trauma (emotional abuse?, miscarriage, mentions of possible infertility), swearing (of course),/mentions of sex, I didn’t proofread sorry 😭

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“I think I fucked up, T.” Erik groaned loudly, taking a seat on his full size bed.

“When do you not?” 

Erik sucked his teeth at T’Challa’s smart ass reply. He was over here having a damn crisis and his cousin wants to joke. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to hold himself back from punching the air.

“I told her I loved her.”

T’Challa stopped chuckling and went silent. Erik sucked his teeth, rubbing his forehead in frustration. The silence was killing him. He needed advice, and his cousin wasn’t saying shit. He wasn’t sure why he said it. At the moment, it just felt…right. It wasn’t until he retired to his room he realized that was the first time he said it. He had no idea how you felt about it or if you even heard it. Or did you hear it and plan on ignoring it? There was so many possibilities and they were all fucking with him. He didn’t want to lose you.

“Well…do you love her, Erik?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t fucking mean it.” Erik snapped in response, which cause T’Challa to chuckle.

He heard some movement from Ashanti’s room and knew it was you. He bid T’Challa goodbye, not without hearing him express how he needed to meet you now. Erik had expected you to come into his room as always, however you didn’t. He didn’t hear you leave, but your presence was not in his bedroom. The anxiety was killing him, so he exited his bedroom to find you halfway between his front door and his bedroom door. You were staring ahead, breathing heavily. Erik slowly approached you and carefully took your hand into his, quietly begging you to say something. He was terrified. It looked like you were having another panic attack and he felt like he was the cause. Once you got your breathing together, you quietly spoke.

“I wanted to run…” you started, taking a large gulp and swallowing. “But I couldn’t.”

Explains why you were halfway between the outside and his bedroom.

“You said you loved me.” You finally gave Erik a glance where he saw there was unshed tears in your eyes. Oh no. He fucked up. Erik let a low breath, looking down on the floor and using his other hand to hold the back of his neck. 

“Sorry…maybe it was too soon to say th-“

“So you meant it?” You questioned, cutting him off. You wanted to be happy that Erik loved you, but you couldn’t. He can’t love you.

Erik groaned at the fact that he was gonna have to pour his heart to you once again. He was never the nigga to pour his heart this much to a woman. The man wasn’t sure if it was him being a #GirlDad that softened him up so much or because you just had that effect on him. Maybe a deadly combo of both. The female species would be the death of him.

“Yes, of course I meant it. I wasn’t trying to put you on the spot or make shit uncomfortable. If you ain’t feeling it, baby girl-“

“You can’t love me, Erik. You just can’t.” You began to cry and his arms immediately wrapped around you in a tight embrace. You sobbed on his shoulder and lifted your head to release yourself from his hold, but he didn’t loosen up.

“Please, Erik, let me go-“ 

“WHY?!” He yelled, causing you to flinch. He quieted down, remembering his sleeping daughter in the other room. Before you could open your mouth to reply, he cut you off again.

“Why can’t I love a beautiful, smart woman? Please tell me why.”

You sniffled. “Because I can’t give you everything. You’re a wonderful man and you deserve the world and I can’t give it to you.”

Erik was confused now. “What? What do you mean?”

“Kids!” You screamed, taking a step back. Your boyfriend was still confused because he didn’t recall ever bringing up the conversation of having kids with you, even though that was something he didn’t mind.

When he didn’t say anything, you took it a sign that it was finally time to explain yourself.

“Ever since I could remember, I always wanted to have children. Always. During college, I started dating a man and eventually we got engaged. As much as I wanted to wait until we were married, he said we had the time in the world to get married so I was ok with being engaged for years. But he brought up children and wanted us to have a baby so we tried for a baby and…”

He was listening intently and you loved him for that, but it also hurt because you knew you were doing this trauma dumping to just leave him in the end. 

You swallowed hard, holding your head up. “We couldn’t. We couldn’t conceive. When we finally did…I lost it. I grieved so much for my lost baby and I thought he was grieving too but the whole time, he was secretly mad at me. Everything was my fault. I was the reason it was so difficult for us to conceive. I was the reason why we lost it. I mean I had one job, right?! Carry the damn baby and I couldn’t do that!” 

More tears came out as you sat down on his sofa with your face in your hands. As you cried, he sat next to you, just holding you, still not saying a word. You took a deep breath and continued.

“He got checked and his sperm was fine so it was pretty obvious it was on me. The resentment he had towards me, the hate in his eyes when he broke off our engagement…I hurt him so much. I told myself I would never hurt someone like that again and be ok with never becoming a mother.” You then turned him, giving him the saddest smile he’s ever seen in his life.

“But then, I fell in love with you. I don’t know when it fucking happened, but it did. Once you said you loved me, I realized I did too, but, we’re in too deep so I have to go.”

“Do you wanna leave me?” Erik finally spoke. He didn’t sound angry, he didn’t sound sad. He sounded… calm.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you. Because if you sincerely wanted to end this, you would’ve left, but you stayed.” 

You looked down at the ground. “Erik, please. There’s no way you still want me after what I told you.”

You’re a broken woman, Y/N! Why would I or anyone want you?!

Erik grabbed your face, making eye contact with you. “Well, I still want you. Now what? We going to bed?”

“Erik-“

“First of all, ain’t nobody worried about having another baby right now. I live in a 2 bedroom and that little girl is my world, but a pain in my ass and my pockets!”

You held back a laugh as he continued. 

“And yes, maybe down the line, I would like to have a couple of more babies, but Y/N, I told you once and I’ll tell you again, I ain’t your bitchass ex. There’s so many other options and he didn’t want to take those with you, but I would. You know, if we get to that…”

Your face softened as you caressed the side of his face. You didn’t say anything, so he continued, taking of your hands into his.

“Baby, I appreciate you telling me all that and I hate that you went through that.”

You sighed, smiling despondently. “I’m sorry for trauma dumping on you. I just… needed you to know…”

He pecked your lips and smiled at you. “Have you thought of talking to someone?”

“Like a therapist? I remember you not believing in therapy in high school.” You were taken aback. “What was it? ‘White men’s way of getting in the head of the negro.’”

Erik groaned loudly, causing you to finally laugh. “Of course you remember that. I’m not that much of a hotep anymore.”

You giggled and he smiled, kissing you again.

“It feels good hearing you laugh again. I see you got your issues and shit, I got mine. But we gotta work on that shit and not ice each other out. We can’t fix each other, but we can still there for each other.”

You smiled widely. “Erik, I love you.”

“You better.” 

You hugged him tightly and he hugged back just as tights with his lips near your ear.

“Besides, us breaking up would be bad.”

You pulled away, slightly. “Yeah, Ashanti would be hurt.”

Erik shrugged. “Yeah but to be honest, I was referring to the fact I gotta stay calm in those damn PTA meetings knowing I fucked one of the teachers.”

You gasped loudly, shoving him hard so he fell back on the couch, causing him to guffaw loudly. 

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re sexy.” He sat up, kissing your lips and you let him.

Erik might’ve been vulgar and annoying at times, but you loved him and he loved you.

You still couldn’t help that nagging feeling in the back of your head that this was gonna end and end badly. Trauma was truly hell.

The next morning, you woke up with the sun shining directly in your face. You groaned loudly because what was the point of Erik having blackout curtains if he wasn’t gonna close them? Speaking of that man, where was he? He usually slept in with you on Saturdays, still getting up before his daughter. Oh shit. Erik was supposed to wake you up so you could leave before Ashanti got up. 

You sprang out his bed, removing his t-shirt you slept in so you were fully naked. You didn’t sleep with panties on, which Erik thanked the gods for. The bedroom door swung open, revealing your boyfriend and causing you to yelp, diving into the bed to cover yourself.

“Erik!” You couldn’t help the flustered look on your face. Him, on the hand, had a grin that rivaled the Cheshire Cat. He was biting his bottom lip and you hid your face in embarrassment. 

“Baby girl, I’ve seen that before. Why you acting all embarrassed?” He commented, closing the door behind him. You groaned audibly behind your hands.

“Yeah during…You know. Not…like this.”

“There is no difference, but your body is looking so much better in the sunlight, baby.” He savored the small glimpse he got of your smooth brown skin, glistening in the sunlight.

You attempted to ignore the tingling in your cheeks as you stared at him, annoyed. “I know it’s your room, but you could’ve knocked!”

Erik chuckled putting his hand on his chest, apologetically. “I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep. I have some…guests that wanna meet you.”

“Me? Why?” You were confused. It couldn’t be his parents. Both of his parents died when he was young, so who could it be that wanted to meet you?”

Erik shrugged and you could tell he was getting shy. Erik getting shy was a rare and wonderful sight. You got to savor it for a bit before he spoke.

“Just important people to me and since you’re important to me, I think y’all should meet.”

You giggled, feeling mischievous and all embarrassment forgotten. “So I’m important to you?”

It was his turn to feel embarrassed, especially since he was the one that usually did the teasing. He picked up a stuffed animal Ashanti left in his room and threw it at your head as you fell back, laughing.

He told his people to step outside for a minute while you went to the bathroom to doing a quick routine. You did leave clothes over here in case Ashanti ever caught you sleeping over so you could act like you didn’t spend the night. Why was it a big deal? Because you and Erik were still keeping up the image that you two were just nice friends that spend time with each other and kiss occasionally. It was to preserve her innocence and also seeing your teacher sleeping in your dad’s bed had to be extremely jarring for a six-year-old to witness. How do you even explain that?

Once you finished your routine, you took a deep breath and let yourself out of Erik’s bedroom to find two people sitting on the bar stools. They looked like a good looking couple. All 3 of the adults all turned to look at you, giving you a smile. Oh fuck. Your anxiety was on a full on high now. Before you could even speak, the woman got up from her seat and pulled you into a tight hug. Fuck, she was strong.

“Hello! It is so nice to meet you finally! I am Nakia!” The beautiful dark skinned woman smiled so widely at you and you returned the smile, anxiously.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Nakia turned to Erik, gushing. “Erik! She is way more beautiful in person!”

“Yeah, I told you that” he replied in a “duh” voice, but he was looking away, scratching the back of his neck. The sign that he was nervous and you weren’t sure why he was. The man she came with cleared his throat and got up from his seat. He walked as if he was royalty. Who were these people?

“Come on, Nakia. You are hogging my future cousin in law.” The man gave you a wink and put his hand out to you. “I am T’Challa , or you can call me T. This is my fiancée, Nakia. It is a pleasure to finally met you.”

You took his hand to shake when he pulled you into a tight hug, which left you flustered. He released you from the hug, giving you a wide, gap toothed smile.

“I hope you don’t mind. Our people are very affectionate.” Nakia commented, matching her fiancé’s smile. Just now, you were noticing they had accents. 

You finally spoke, giving them a nervous giggle. “That’s ok. I’m honestly happy I got to meet Erik’s family.” You directed a smile towards Erik who was already staring at you in admiration.

“Uncle T!!!” Ashanti’s voice boomed throughout the apartment.

The 4 adults focused all their attention on the bouncing little girl that was sprinting for T’Challa. The man gave her a gap tooth grin as he threw her in the air and kissed her cheek. 

“Good morning, my umtshana omnandi! Did you sleep well?”

She nodded happily and greeted Nakia, who gave her a hug while she was in T’Challa’s arms. The little girl’s big brown eyes fell upon you , which caused them to widen with a twinkle in her eyes. You felt your heart rate pick up.

“Ms. Y/L/N? Why are you here this early?”

Shit. Why were you struggling with an explanation right now?

“Your father invited your favorite teacher to come out to breakfast with us! Now, let me help you get ready!” Nakia grabbed her from T’Challa’s arms and made a beeline for the bathroom. T’Challa looked between you and Erik with a raised eyebrow.

“Is she not aware of…”

Erik sighed, passing a hand over his face. “Uhhhh kinda? She knows we be hanging out a lot…”

“But doesn’t know I spend the night sometimes.” You finished sheepishly, looking away from T’Challa.

A wave of understanding took over his cousin’s face, causing him to grin in a goofy manner. Your eyes grew 3 times bigger and Erik chuckled at your reaction. You waved your hands vigorously. 

“I-I! No! I mean…uh…we sleep! We actually sleep! Nothing happened last night! 

“Yeah…nothing happened last night.”

You glared at your boyfriend who cackled some more and came around to give you a hug and kiss, which made you instantly forgive him. What was this man doing to you? You felt safe and loved. You haven’t felt that in years. Unbeknownst to you and Erik, his cousin was watching the interaction with a genuine smile on his face. He was happy for his cousin. The man who swore that after Ashanti’s mother left, he would never fall in love again and his heart was reserved for his daughter only.

Looks like he freed up some space for you.

When Nakia finished with Ashanti, the 4 adults and 1 child packed into T’Challa’s SUV    and drove to a breakfast spot that Erik suggested. It was delicious and you had fun learning more about Erik’s cousin and his fiancée. They were good people and they loved Ashanti as if she was their own child. You saw why he cherished them so much.

After Erik and T’Challa fought over the bill for a good 30 minutes, which T’Challa won, there was a decision to go to the park and let Ashanti play with other kids while the adults talked. There was a moment the other couple had to run to the car to retrieve their forgotten phones and your boyfriend squeezed your hand tight. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable with…you know…talking about…” Erik looked down shyly and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until it clicked what he was referring to. He was worried about you being offended by the mentions of sex before. You laughed at him, kissed the side of his temple, and spoke in a low voice.

“I’m just glad you clearly like having sex with me.” You smirked at Erik, causing him to grin widely, letting out a deep, sexy chuckle.

“I love it. Just like how I love you.” Erik pulled you in by your chin and pecked your lips softly.

“I love you too…cheesy ass.”

Erik gasped jokingly. “Miss Y/L/N is swearing?!”

“I think you’ve heard me swear plenty when we were-“

“Miss Y/L/N! Can you come push me on the swings, please?!” Ashanti ran up to you guys, out of breath and smiling wide. She tugged you by your arm before you fully got your “yes” out. You looked back at Erik who was still a little shocked by what you were about to say. You weren’t bothered by him. In fact, You were matching his energy. He liked it. So in response, he mouthed, “We gonna fuck.”

You finally made it to the swings with the little girl and pushed her, making her release the sweetest giggles. You found yourself following suit. You could get used to this. You didn’t really notice the mom next to you watching her child on the swing until she said something to you.

“Your child is so adorable!”

You felt your heart drop, but you pulled yourself together and gave the woman a smile. “Thank you so much. Your child is adorable as well.” 

You weren’t going to explain yourself to this random woman. It was better to lie.

“Thank you! He’s my stepson, but I love him like he’s my own. His name is Mason.” 

You felt shuddering in your chest. That was supposed to be…

You shook yourself out of it. “Her name is Ashanti.”

The lady’s smile dropped, which made you nervous. She glanced at you, Ashanti, then, you again. She narrowed her eyes. “Have I seen you before?” She glanced at Ashanti. “Or her? What school does she go to?” 

Before you could even answer, you felt a large hand grabbing your arm roughly. You looked back to your boyfriend with the angriest look you’ve ever seen. You gulped hard. Did you do something wrong? Why was he so mad? You looked over to see Nakia scooping Ashanti in her arms and walking away with T’Challa. Your confusion and fear grew more.

“Y/N, we’re leaving.”

You managed to utter something as he was dragging you away. “Erik, I-“

“Erik? Erik Stevens? Oh my God…” you could hear the woman speak before you were completely out of earshot. You were stunned at how rough Erik was being with you.

“Erik, what’s going on? Who is she?”

“Nobody. We have to go.” 

You did not like that answer. A surge of anger coursed through you and you yanked your arm away.

“Erik! Talk to me! Why are you so mad? What’s going on?! ANSWER ME!”

“THAT’S HER MOTHER! THAT WOMAN…” Erik took a deep breath, lowering his voice. “That’s…Ashanti’s mother.”

The oxygen in the air had disappeared when he spoke those words. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak.

That was her mother. Her real mother.

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[essaysbyciara]

You Are You | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader ['You Ain't Her', Part III]

YOU AIN'T HER | HE AIN'T HIM

Warnings: language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts)

peace and love. - Ci

One heart, now two. Make it three, double it to six. Do we get to seven? Yes, when you post a new selfie on your stories. Erik’s been doing this since you ghosted him: liking stories back-to-back-to-back-to-infinity in hopes that you would respond. Well, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself in order to explain his behavior since you don’t want to disrupt your peace to ask him. 

The last time you spoke to him was when he asked for you new number. You didn’t want for him to have it but he asked. You didn’t want to be rude. Really you didn’t want to finally close the book on a story that should’ve ended three years ago when you said “goodbye” via SMS. It took you a week to finally let him know that dating him was a mistake. He wasn’t a mistake but choosing to go on this journey with him was a severe misjudgment. He wasn’t a bad person, it was just bad timing. Everything is bad timing when it comes to love, that’s how it feels. He was just the latest man to face eviction from your heart. He wasn’t living there for long but the roots of his adoration for you dug into your soul. 

You done talking to me? Lol

Yes. 

You no longer want to play escape house with a man that has everything he needs at home. Nosiness and a best friend that needed the tea led you to finding his beau’s Instagram. Her last four posts were of him. Her captions were of loving him. This was the man she was going to have children with, build a future with. This is the man that she wanted the entire world to know was loving on her. You wouldn’t have known she even existed if you went over to this side of the internet. 

But that’s a choice. Maybe he didn’t want people in his business. Maybe you didn’t want him checking his business. You’ve been. Every night possessed by jealousy pushed you to look at their pictures and seethe. The revenge plot came together: You’d tell her about the dinners and the rides home. You’d tell her about the times he tried to ignite a tickling session in the car before you went inside. She needed to know about the time he waxed lustfully over the time he made you touch heaven inside of his kitchen. “You stick out your tongue when you c*m, you know that?” You thought he felt bad about crossing a line. You guess he can harbor good feelings about bad things. 

All the heart-eye emojis in the messages. The texts where he told you that his barber moved across town so he wouldn’t be able to do your “Wednesday thing.” This is a relief but also perfect timing. You aren’t strong enough to walk away, so he’s doing it for you. Even when you did the first time but yet came back. 

There’s no coming back for this relationship. It would say a lot about you and what you’re willing to put up with. He can’t still be your friend when he craves to still be your lover, carrying around a dream that he hopes you’d cross the line to fulfill. Even when he told you that you were just that, a friend. Bullshit stinks. 

Did I do something to you, [Y/N]? 

You contemplate whether or not you want to tell him. You could read him the riot act. Call him out for playing his girl and also using you as a toy. You could bow out with grace. The Creator will handle it. You are no longer the judge, jury or executioner in his trial of a relationship. You could tell him how you feel -- felt -- sitting in him in a diner, cosplaying as his girlfriend.

tbh Erik, I need a break from this thing. I realize that I was starting to develop feelings for you again and I didn't think it would be right to still kick it with you since you have a girl. So I need a second to figure out if I was mad that you kept cancelling on me was because I liked you again.

These are the words that escaped you as you sat in the passenger seat of his car. Seeing him dismiss his girlfriend's calls pissed you off She didn't deserve that.

we're friends tho, right? my situation shouldn't affect our friendship.

It does. Erik's right hand between your thighs wasn't platonic. Erik telling you that he is happy to see you after you know he watched you walk up your steps and into your house wasn't platonic. Him complaining about how she won't let him choke her in bed or that she's too vanilla for him. You shouldn't know about these things.

I get you that I'm only in control of how I feel but I'm tired of feeling like shit.

I guess. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. Don't.

I'm sorry that I couldn't just tell you that.

You're good. To be real, I never stopped feeling you even after what happened. I get why you backed out. I know your celibacy is important to you and even though I said I was cool with it, I wasn't. You knew I wasn't and tried to give me an out but I didn't want to take it because I really liked you.

I know, E. We dealt with that. Just that when you brought it up that one time, it made me feel a way. Especially since you have a girl. Like, that wasn't a conversation for us to have lol

True. That's my bad. I won't bring it up again. Lesson learned.

There won't be another again for Erik to tell you.

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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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[chaneajoyyy]

Hello, i was wondering if you or know any fics that has drunk s*x with Erik?

Hello!! You know I do!!

Drunk s*x Erik fanfiction

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[aniwaaqada]

Years ago, I wrote a fic (1.2 chapters) for Black Panther soon after seeing it. I was so enthused, but lost my steam, yet I've kept up daydreaming/imagining it with no end.

Ya'll I don't even consume tv, movies, comics, books etc. fr. I've barely watched the Marvel productions. I only fr read fanfic--a very weird contradiction, I know.

But Erik and Aki(my MC) keep coming back week after week, day after day. They really want this story written and I am tired of me for refusing to stick it out.

I got my Scrivener doc ready, tons and tons of research and reading to do, and a very hazy plot that needs extensive updating.

My "What if..." question is: What if Erik became reigning King of Wakanda, as King N'Jadaka, not so much King Killmonger ?

Who would this Erik be? How would he show up as a Black American? How would he show up as a Wakandan?

How would he support his personal communities and black people around the world?

How is/was he supported with his tragic backstory that his first thought as King is not to massively throw the world into chaos?

What are his solutions to librating Black people and the rest of the POC world?

How would he love? How would he handle Linda?

What Bast's and Erik's relationship?

How would he cleanse himself as a warrior/person surrounded by death/negativity?

and so on and so forth

To me, he would be an Anti-Hero. Compassionate and Ruthless with a similar kill count. Crafty and Introspective. Devotee of Bast and also a practitioner of his mother's lineage. Deeply in love with a woman, but I personally say not with Linda.

Oh, and my version of Erik is definitely Yahya, not MBJ. His vibe is right for me, for this.

What are your thoughts?

Let me get back to plotting, cause I AM writing this.

Peace to the Nation

Oh, and call me Waaqa.

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[imperfectlyxangelic]

This guy named Doc on All The Queen’s Men gave me all the Erik vibes while being interrogated by this detective 🤣 pulled his junk out while talking all that shit about having her bent over and calling him daddy… I am WEAK! 🤣

The episode is called “Cloak and Dagger” if you wanna watch it. I think this is season 2 and should already be on BET+

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

ALL MINE. PART 2.

Pairing: Erik × OC (Courtney Rawlins)

Tags: Roleplay, Car Smut, Fall Rain

Part 1

"Damn it all!" Courtney hit the steering wheel furious. "Big ol' pothole in this damn country road... And in the rain of all things." Her car had broken down. She was now parked on the side of the road with her hazard lights on in a no cell service area. "Now what?"

A gentle tap came at her back window. A man who'd pulled over behind her was walking to her door. "I noticed your lights were dim, and your car was stalling. You look like you need a service."

"What's it to ya," Courtney leaned, her face nearly against the glass to eyeball him up close. The nerve of the nigga to be fine in a situation such as this. She cracked the window, her eyes narrowed. He was getting wet out there in his hoodie, his thumbs hitched in the pockets of his distressed denim jeans.

"I'm a mechanic."

"Are ya now?"

"Yes... Country ass. I gotta shop not too far from here," he gestured to the road ahead, "I stopped when I saw you were broken down, stuck out here in the rain."

"I'm not in the rain, sir, you are."

He smiled, long lashes fluttering. "Ok. Let me help you out."

Courtney muttered to herself as he briefly poked around under her hood, letting it back down and leaning into the now half down window with a sniff. "It's the alternator."

"Alternator?" She frowned. "Can't you jump it or something like in the movies?"

"I could jump something," he looked her up and down.

"Aht! You ain't getting in this, I assure you... I'm a LADY."

"K, Lady. Your alternator's dead. Fixing in it costs as much if not more than getting a new one. You're looking at $400-600."

"Where am I supposed to get that kinda money?" Courtney's hands flailed, hitting her knees in frustration.

"You're driving an Audi, you'll find it."

No one else had stopped, and Courtney couldn't call anyone. Not even data worked. He was a handsome guy. She squinted hard, appraising him. "Eh," she bit her nail, hesitating until he turned back to his car. She rolled the window down all the way.

"Wait! You're gonna leave me?"

"LADY... I'm getting soaked, and you don’t have any money."

"Not sitting around!"

"I accept other forms of payment." He shifted his nuts with a grab.

"Or you could help me for free," she murmured, her lip in a pout.

"In the next few seconds, I plan on getting back into my car and driving away."

"Alright, fine!"

"You change your mind?" He walked around to the ditch. "Unlock the door."

"Ugh... YOU'RE ALL WET," she rolled her eyes as he sat in her leather passenger seat. When he pulled down his jeans to free his dick, it was already pointed to the ceiling.

"Whose fault is that?"

"Yours."

"Bring that neck." He palmed her head, bringing it down over his tip. Her body turned, knee in the seat.

She wrapped her fingers around his base and took in the first couple inches, getting it wet with her spit, spread with her tongue. Her tight lips sunk down, spreading the bubbling wetness down an inch from the base. Almost instantly, her head bobbed up and down, her hand on his thigh. The gluck-gluck-glucking of her wet mouth, the zoom of cars passing, and the sound of falling rain on the windshield filled the vehicle. He laid his head back, going hands-free until she took a gasping breath, spit stretching between her full lips. He palmed her head once more, growling lowly until he came.

It was on her tongue, a pool of opaque white that she swallowed easily.

"That's enough?"

"I'll tell you when it's enough. I'm a get you real right. Climb in the backseat."

Traffic had not stopped coming or shaking the car each time another vehicle whooshed by. Courtney watched through the back windshield as the wayward mechanic exposed her ass while it was tooted.

"See, I would've helped you for free, but for getting me soaked, I gotta charge you some way. This the best way." He wrapped a hand around her low natural bun, his pelvis thudding skin to skin with her ass. She braced herself against the back headrests, taking dick and throwing it back to her own pleasure. The back of her thighs were wet from him dragging along his wet clothes, but when he hit the right spot from the start like he knew her, she no longer cared.

"Men are pigs," she muttered, looking back. He grabbed her chin, tilting it back and holding on as he continued to stroke, the thud of their colliding bodies another sound on the rainy day.

"Erik," she breathed, caught in a rhythm of meeting his hips.

"Who?"

Her smile spread, her breath on his face. He sucked her top lip between his before kissing her and spitting a watery drop of his saliva into her open mouth. He then slapped her small ass and let her fall back forward to look through the rear window.

Again, she pushed her hips back, grinding until a police car rode by.

"Aight aight, let's stop," she dropped suddenly paranoid. She didn't want him to swing back or pull over to assist. Wasn't nothing really wrong with the car. Erik looked back and crawled back to the passenger seat, pulling his pants up fast as the cop pulled over ahead. Courtney did the same, jumping back in the driver's seat under the cover of the rain.

"He's not looking," Erik spotted, helping her move. "Relax," he whispered when Courtney's eyes were still big. "We ain't doing nothing wrong. It's not a crime to pull over."

"I know," she whispered back. "I got indica in the glove compartment!"

"Shit..." He popped the compartment open covering the baggie with the manual that was in there. He took out the registration just in case, closing the compartment as the cop reached the driver's window.

Courtney cracked it.

"Everything okay here? You break down?"

"Oh, no! I was having trouble but my boyfriend was behind me. I just had to press some button to get the alert off my screen."

"She's getting used to learning the controls," Erik added.

The cop nodded at him, understanding. It wasn't a lie. Courtney genuinely didn't know a damn thing about cars or what half them symbols on the dash meant. It was believable because it had already happened before.

"You're good now?"

"Yes. It was my mistake, but I've got it now," Courtney smiled. "Thank you."

"Alright," the officer left, returning to his car and eventually pulling off. Courtney sighed and looked to Erik. At the same time, they chuckled, and he got the weed out. "Consider this payment," he smiled, leaving the car before she could snatch him up. He got back in his own car and she kissed her teeth, waiting for the current queue of passing cars to pass before she pulled off too. He was right behind her in the rear view mirror.

"What," she answered on Bluetooth when his call popped up on her screen.

"That was fun. I like how you treated me like some dusty ass nigga and left me out in the rain like you ain't know my ass-"

"YOU SAID TO ACT LIKE I AIN'T KNOW YOU!"

"Nah, it's cool. Next time I'm a get you back! Just kidding... But you know me now, so don't be acting like that."

"I acted too well?" Courtney smirked, meeting his eye in her mirror. She laughed, not thinking that he would be looking.

"Nah, don't change it, it makes things interesting. What we doing next?"

"Hm," she thought. "I'll think about it."

"Can it involve me being dry?"

Her head rolled with silent laughter. "I'll think about it."

The End.

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 62″

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"Ha, I am a fighter and a lover I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder I said I am, go ask my mother You don't believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, ok, so, shut-up! Speak language come straight from the gutter Observe the terms that we trade with one and other Like, what's good, what's popping, what's cracking What it is, how you living, what's happening Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants, with little girls clapping

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King N'Jadaka left Shuri's lab early enough to take a shower and grab a quick breakfast in his new king's suite inside the palace. The two-story home hadn't been used in over three hundred years when Queen Shuriyah occupied it with her large family. Every space inside the immense dwelling smelled ancient and expectant, like it was waiting for someone like him to inhabit the grand luxury all around him.

Before the sun rose to herald a new day, the king of Wakanda walked around admiring antique furniture that had been around since his ancestors toiled in cotton, tobacco, and indigo fields of the southern American states. While his maternal forebears suffered the ravages of shackles, lynchings, rapes, and being sold downriver, his paternal blood lounged on exquisite fixtures surrounded by enchanting art and creative wall installations that portrayed historical scenes of Wakanda's past glory. He made a mental note to have some things removed and stored away safely because he knew his children would be too tempted to play with heirlooms that could never be replaced if broken or stained with fresh jelly fingers or sticky fruit candies. The British museum he robbed before Riki was born would give millions just for the few small panther statuettes and warrior shields hanging in his new bedroom. He calculated that the living room alone was worth over twenty million.

N'Jadaka chose the space for his new home because it separated him far enough away from the lower levels to feel isolated in the palace. Neither T'Chaka nor T'Challa ever occupied it, preferring the smaller, single-floor homes closer to the throne room. He had three children, and the way his mother let slip some information on the ancestral plane, N'Jadaka thought it would be prudent to have a bigger space for whatever children were coming in the future. Unlike the other living quarters that had the pizzazz of a swanky post-modern bachelor pad, the queen's former home carried the air of domestic tranquility for children, a more appropriate place to care for his brood of busybodies.

Lieutenant Ayo waited for him outside his suite to escort him to the Council of Elders for their first meeting with him as king. Noxolo and another Dora, Aneka, guarded his private living space.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Noxolo said with pride in her voice.

"My king," Aneka said with captivating eyes, observing him.

"Good morning. I won't be back here until later this evening," he said.

They both nodded.

He walked away and adjusted the dark royal robes that had been waiting for him in the new suite. They were very similar to the dark robes he wore the first time he was king. The gold necklace housing his golden jaguar suit rested on his chest, gleaming as bright as the gold slugs on his top and bottom teeth. The Onyx Squad, another elite military unit that worked for the royals and backed up the Dora Milaje, stood at the ready when N'Jadaka stepped out of the elevator. Four of them flanked his sides for extra protection, their services requested by N'Jadaka and procured by T'Challa as he prepared the palace for the new normal. He knew what was coming Wakanda's way and the country would have to get in line with the increased security. Their obsidian helmets, curved like the shape of a gazelle's horns, gave the Onyx Squad an intimidating appearance, especially with the lower part of their faces covered by a dark face mask that matched the color of their suits.

T'Challa met him at the entrance of the throne room with Ramonda. He gripped hands with his cousin and they bumped shoulders with sincere affection. Ramonda stood with a strictly business expression.

"Ready for your first day, N'Jadaka?" Ramonda asked.

"I got you here with me, Auntie," N'Jadaka said.

Ramonda's lips quirked up and her eyes shined with amusement.

"Well then, let us go inside, nephew," she said, rubbing his back.

The Council of Elders rose with M'Baku entrenched in the fold near Zinzi. General Okoye stood with her spear in her hand next to M'Baku. N'Jadaka took a deep breath and walked into the room with a languid pace to his seat. No one sat down until he did. Settled and eager to hear what he had to say, everyone there looked nervous. He glanced at T'Challa who sat directly to his right with Ramonda sitting to his left. T'Challa nodded at him with encouragement.

"In two days, I will meet with Wakandans who I will reeducate about geopolitics, the American military-industrial complex, and neo-imperialism in the west. I have sent you all the names of the participants as promised. I've also invited you all to attend the plenary session of that meeting. This transition team will then be prepared to join my African diaspora invited delegates for a three-week long conference to create the United Diaspora Consortium that I want to be put in place next year," N'Jadaka said.

"Can you create something of that size in three weeks?" M'Kathu asked.

"The best and brightest in the diaspora are coming. These are people who work in the trenches. If more time is needed to hammer some things out, we will extend the time here," N'Jadaka said.

He leaned forward to ease the elders carrying tension in their shoulders and tapped his kimoyo, tossing up the breakdown of the three-week schedule.

"Their first three days will be touring Wakanda so they can see with their own eyes what we represent. You are our elders who will welcome home the lost tribe," N'Jadaka said.

He stood up and walked around the large image of the schedule.

"They will need time to process the mind-blowing beauty and pride of the Wakandan people. You are the only nation full of Black people we have ever seen in complete control of your destiny. Wakandans bypassed the Maafa, colonialism, and neo-colonialism. This may bring up resentment, grief, jealousy, anger, and hurt. They have endured so much and to see a place like this… heaven on earth… it may be a tough pill to swallow. Your comfort for hundreds of years is a lot to take. We'll have to answer their questions. 'Why did you forsake us?' 'How come you couldn't share your technology and strength to aid us in our darkest days?' 'Why should we trust you to reach out to us now?' They have every right to feel a way about that."

N'Jadaka stood near Zinzi. The others kept passive faces, but Zinzi lowered her head as if to think of answers to the questions presented.

"My mother left my father in a rage when she found out about you. Ran away clear across the country to hide me from him. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't bring me here… the son of a prince, the fourth heir to the throne. I watched her scream at my father on the night she learned the truth about Wakanda. The pain in her eyes… the feeling of abandonment and betrayal. The world could've been different had we stepped in as a force of good against a cruel world that used us as chattel slaves. Millions died in the ocean who didn't even make it to land of any kind. Millions more were harshly broken down into servitude in the Caribbean to be eventually dragged off to North America… Europe… the global south. My cousin Marisol comes from the largest population of African descendants outside the continent. So many enslaved Africans died from the brutality of the conditions they found themselves in so far away from home. Their lost tribe children are going to come here, look us in the eyes and say 'Where were you when the Maafa happened?' What will we say? 'Sorry, not our problem?' We all know that's the truth. Wakanda didn't give a damn about other foreign Africans suffering. It's why my father never told you about me, because he knew his people didn't care."

N'Jadaka took a moment to walk over to the window. He looked out over Birnin Zana and the mighty river that flowed through it.

"I can't lie to you. I get it now," N'Jadaka said.

He turned back to the elders and his two family members.

"My children thrive here. My oldest daughter is trying to learn several languages at once and wants to be a linguist when she grows up. My son raises panthers and baby elephants and talks all about caring for exotic wild animals and getting others off the endangered species list in other countries. My baby girl grows plants and designs elaborate little mini cities cultivating a balance of protecting humans and nature… keeping them in harmony. They have the best education, the best health care, and the best lives to be productive, happy people when they grow up… and I swear to God, I would protect that peace with my life right now just because they are Wakandans too. But we have more than enough to turn other lives around and make ways for other children like mine to have beautiful futures like the ones you've created for your citizens. I know this nation isn't perfect, but it is the best one on the planet. Will we be the leaders the lost tribe needs, and own up to our choices? Or will we allow America and her allies to dictate how the world will run now that they know we exist?"

N'Jadaka let his words weigh heavy on their minds. Swiping through the schedule glowing brightly in the middle of the room, he pointed out further schedule breakdowns, meeting topics, and a quick overview of the members of the transition team. They took a ten-minute restroom break after three hours, a chance to stretch their legs before he tossed up a briefing that he wrote the night before, concerning Asgard.

"I have more to share with you and it doesn't leave this room. Nick Fury informed me we have an extraterrestrial menace possibly coming to earth."

The elders became agitated and worry stretched across their faces.

"Shuri is crunching data from our probes and I will update us with more information from the survivors once they have been processed. Norway is taking them in as refugees," N'Jadaka said.

N'Jadaka shared images that Fury sent that morning of the survivors. The Asgardians were shell-shocked. They carried the haunted look that N'Jadaka recognized from his days of blowing up small villages and towns searching for insurgents.

T'Challa took over speaking. He discussed new security measures and evacuation worst-case scenarios. Underground bunkers were reviewed and M'Baku jumped into the conversation with backup plans into the mountains of the Jabari lands if they were needed. N'Jadaka requested joint training with the Jabari warriors and the Wakandan military. He brought the closing back around to the transition team meeting and the upcoming UDC gathering.

"The rollout of the UDC will be gradual and low-key. We are focusing on the grassroots because they know the needs of their people in their various countries," N'Jadaka said.

"Thousands of outsiders coming within our borders makes me very uncomfortable," Bhira said.

"The west will be at your gates sooner than you think. I want our people out there prepared to lead their own communities that will back us up. My Aunt Lia believed that the oppressed know what they need to make their people flourish. Resources given to and controlled by Black women will pay off in the long run for everyone," N'Jadaka said.

"We believe in equality of all the people in Wakanda," Efetobo said.

N'Jadaka pointed to the giant windows.

"The people outside of our borders do not. Patriarchy and imperialism go hand in hand… right along with keeping women in their place. Black men out there are just as trash as the white men who oppress them. The biggest threat outside of white systemic racism is our own men murdering and terrorizing Black women and children in their communities that have no access to resources and serious protection. Anything we put together with the consortium will be biased toward Black women in leadership positions. Black women are the key to everything, and the weapons we entrust with our War Dogs will protect and take out any threat to them. We will not save everyone because too many Black people in the diaspora are too far gone lusting after proximity to whiteness, or turning against Black women and leaving their children to fend for themselves. All skinfolk ain't kinfolk and we will root out those who hold the others back," N'Jadaka said.

Zinzi looked at the other elders who were uncomfortable with the idea.

"King N'Jadaka does present something that we have never had to take into consideration for a long time. The power dynamics here are not the same as those out there. However, I will bring forth our history in the past when we too had to learn how to overcome the prejudice of men who thought like the sexist men in the outside world. There was a reason we had several queens ruling the nation after Queen Shuriyah passed. They knew how to get things done and raised up sons in a culture of seeing women as equals. It took generations in our own land before we ever let a man rule again," Zinzi said.

N'Jadaka centered their attention back on him as he sat back on the throne.

"In your diaspora delegate packets, you will find the complete, vetted bios and resumes of the people coming here. The group is sixty percent women. I have also invited delegates from several Indigenous nations throughout Canada, North America, and South America. We will be packed and it will be challenging work. As your king, I ask that you be open to these people. We are creating ways for them to be self-sufficient and capable of pushing back on all the harm that has come to them and prevented them from flourishing," N'Jadaka said.

"What if they come to our country, see what we have, and want to stay here? We are not set up for refugees and people crossing our borders to illegally immigrate as they do in your birth country," M'Kathu said.

"People leave their homes when they are desperate. We share resources to uplift them and once they are self-sufficient, protected, and able to live comfortable lives, there is no need to leave for anywhere else. Wakanda will have global allies," N'Jadaka said.

"What if their local governments resist our efforts? Prevent us from coming into their countries with our resources, or try to steal them from us?" Efetobo asked.

N'Jadaka snapped his fingers and the Onyx Squad stepped forward. The Dora Milaje high above them pounded their spears into the pillars.

"We take them out… quietly," N'Jadaka said.

"Will we do the same to local Black leaders who want to use our gifts to benefit themselves… misuse or mishandle the resources we give them?" Zinzi asked.

"This is the reason I'm bringing in the grassroots experts. They will steer us away from charlatans and sell-outs. Plus, knowing the most powerful nation in the world will hold them accountable if they squander or do their people wrong will deter a lot of tricksters," N'Jadaka said.

"Hence the need for grassroots Black women leaders, no elites in power," T'Challa said.

"Trust me, those types of elite Black leaders will fall all over themselves to be chosen as the guardians of the Wakandan wealth brigade." He leaned back. "Nothing like this has ever been done before. We'll have some bumps in the road and may even have to recalibrate if there are problems. The fact that the world knows about us is a detriment because we have to move more covertly. Our only saving grace is that no one gives a damn about poor Black people, so we'll be able to fly under the radar for a couple of years as we take root. We'll use the Outreach Centers as a ruse to be in the countries we go into. Americans love heart-warming poor people stories to make them feel good. We keep their attention on those public places, and then we can move where we really want to be," N'Jadaka said.

"Are we not asking for western aggression overtly? They will view our presence as a quiet invasion. This can turn against us, make other countries come here," M'Kathu said.

"In the next decade, the west will make permanent incursions back into Africa the way China does now. Asian nations are already buying up land and preparing to siphon resources away from the continent as neo-colonizers, and the west will want to dominate that action again. Timber, oil, cobalt, uranium, diamonds, platinum… the continent's riches have always benefited non-African nations. What do other African leaders do? Nothing. Tribalism, brutal wars, and taking on the worst behaviors of their former colonizers have been the way since Africans fought for their own independence from Europe. The outside counts on us to fail so they can move in and bring fake democracy and phony stability. It's all a cover to root themselves here and take what they want all over again. And we let them," N'Jadaka said.

A male guard protecting the outside came in with a woman, Gabisile, attached to the palace's PR team.

"King N'Jadaka, we are ready for you at the time you requested," Gabisile said.

Big-boned and serious about her work, Gabisile held a stylus pen and her comm tab, ready for action. N'Jadaka stood up, and the others did too.

"When you have your private meeting, please consider what I have said," N'Jadaka said. "Queen Mother, I want you to be in on this with me," N'Jadaka said.

Ramonda pulled her shoulders back and looked at her son first before stepping next to her nephew. T'Challa grinned. N'Jadaka wanted his aunt to understand her value to him in front of the elders. Their first interaction hadn't been the best in that same room, but he paid respect to her seniority in the family with her expertise in foreign affairs. He was about to inform the world that there was a new king in Wakanda. She could point out the roaches versus the snakes. Roaches were useless, but if there were a few snakes he could use in other foreign governments, he wanted her to point them out from jump. The U.N. was meeting in Geneva at the end of the year. N'Jadaka bet that the C.I.A. would target them somehow for something egregious. He needed to know how to read the room and Ramonda had been to enough international galas with T'Chaka to have an insider scoop through the wives. She had been wise counsel for T'Chaka and T'Challa, and he wanted that wisdom, too. Despite her upstanding reputation and regal bearing, Ramonda was and would always be a warrior and a fierce protector of Wakanda.

"That went well," Ramonda told him as they walked with T'Challa out of the throne room.

"I hope so," N'Jadaka said.

They trekked to the West Palace instead of being carted there. He wanted the palace staff to see him moving among them. He stopped to check in with his press secretary and the man with that title was shocked to see N'Jadaka coming to him first. Many people did a double take when they glimpsed the Onyx Squad with the Dora Milaje. Gabisile guided them toward a large hall that seated one hundred members of the Wakandan central governing body. W'Kabi sat in the front row and pretended to ignore Okoye walking past him to position herself behind a podium. N'Jadaka stepped into view and everyone stood up. He directed them all to sit as he took a seat at a curved table next to the podium. T'Challa and Ramonda sat next to him as they powered comm tabs up and a map of the country projected behind them all. N'Jadaka noticed Shuri waiting in the wings to give a briefing on the Asgardians and the extraterrestrial threat. He checked his kimoyo beads. His children would be brought to his office after the next two section meetings. After that, he was going to take a tour of the housing that the diaspora delegates would stay in, and then he had to be in the media room to practice a state of the nation address. He would have dinner with his entire family before seeing his grandparents off as they returned to the Jabari mountains, satisfied that the family was all together at last.

N'Jadaka buckled down into his role as the preeminent world leader.

King N'Jadaka ate a messy plate of grilled meat and vegetables. His children sat around him on his office floor as they ate their food from a low round table and cushioned stools set up in front of his desk. Sydette pushed back her bowl of seasoned rice and marinated pork bites.

"Baba, can we stay in the palace longer with you? School is out and we have a long break," Sydette said.

"Please?" Riki added.

Joba wiggled on her stool, her eyes pleading for him to say yes.

"Mama has to work, and we'll be with our nanny all the time. I want to be here," Sydette said.

"My mommy is here and she can take care of us while Umi Yani works," Joba said.

"Grandpop is here too, so we can be with him, and I promise we won't wear him out a lot," Sydette said.

N'Jadaka grinned and licked his fingers of rice and sauce.

"Your Mama wants you home when she gets home," he said.

"We can just fly home at night… Baba… puh-lease!" Sydette begged.

She held her clasped hands up to her chin and batted her enormous eyes that matched her mother's.

"I'll talk to her about maybe staying a few days during the week," he said.

"Thank you!" Riki shouted.

His son ran around the table, hugged him, then darted for the door.

"Where are you going?" N'Jadaka asked.

Riki turned around.

"Mpilo has a game I wahn play on his computer!" Riki said.

Joba hopped out of her seat and dashed after her brother.

"You two get enough to eat?" he asked.

They shook their heads and bolted from the room.

"You don't want to play it too?" he asked Sydette.

"I want to stay here with you so we can have a chat."

"A chat, huh?"

He stuffed his mouth with his last piece of chicken and wiped his lower lip.

Sydette stepped away from her stool and crawled onto his lap. She touched his nose ring, then kissed his cheek.

"I'm proud of you," she said.

The maturity in her voice and the serious expression on her face reminded him more of how much she had grown in Wakanda. Her island accent was fading, and she sounded more like a native Wakandan every day with her growing vocabulary.

Kora, Riki and Sydette's nanny, stuck her head in the partially open door.

"Your Highness, I am here to take the children for their nap," Kora said.

N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo and stood.

"I have to go on the tour," he said.

"Can I come with you? I don't want to take a nap," Sydette asked.

"Well, if you come, then Riki and Joba will want to go too—"

"No! Just you and me, Baba."

N'Jadaka nodded.

"Kora, take Riki and Joba to their Grandpop. I'll be back with Sydette before dinner."

Kora hesitated.

"I'll take it up with Yani. Don't worry," he said.

Kora backed out of the room, and Sydette's smile beamed back at him. It was probably a good idea to have one-on-one time with Sweet Pea. He was so accustomed to herding them all together everywhere that he never once thought to cordon off time for individual activities away from the others. Waiting in his office for an expected whining fest from the other two in protest, he was pleasantly surprised that there was no blowback. He stepped out, holding Sydette's hand. Mpilo straightened up his desk and shut down the computer graphics the children had played with.

"How were they acting when they left?" N'Jadaka asked.

"Sleepy," Mpilo said.

"No fussing when they noticed Sydette wasn't with them?"

"No."

"Cool. Ready to leave?"

Mpilo moved over to them and they all strolled into the outer floor plan where Tlotliso worked at her desk and his new assistant press secretary, Pheijna, met with his media team and Gabisile's team.

"Off to take the tour and I'll be back to do a run-through before dinner," N'Jadaka said to Pheijna.

Taking in all the people working for him now would be an adjustment. Spending years working covertly to accomplish anything had been easy. Having thousands of moving parts to look after in the palace reminded him to stay focused. He would run them the way he ran his military unit in the Navy Seals and as a mercenary. As the head honcho, he had to set the standard of expectations and hold everyone's feet to the fire to make sure his goals flowed smoothly. To his relief, the Wakandans at his beck and call were all professional and took the king's word as law. To them, he was an Udaku. He may have come from the outside, but he was Prince N'Jobu's son. Wakandan royal blood ran through his veins.

Gabisile attached herself to their large group, and they met with his security team in the hall.

Sydette watched every move he made and looked at all the people he had power over to do his bidding. She clung to his hand tighter, and no one questioned him about her joining his tour team. They were driven in a convoy to what N'Jadaka named the Homecoming Village twenty minutes away from the palace. It was a luxury hotel that had been transformed into a Lost Tribe oasis with amazing cottages that faced the river and the wide expanse of land that housed elephants, giraffes, zebras, and other wildlife the visitors would wake up and see every morning. There were lush gardens and ancient trees that outsiders had never seen the likes of before. The roofs of the detached cottages reminded him of curved acorn tops, and different sections had different animal themes to match the herds that roamed freely throughout the property. In the middle of the hotel was an open coffee shop and snack bar where elephants traveled through, so they wouldn't have to walk miles around the river to get to their grazing areas. Sydette squealed when an impressive mother elephant and her young charge cruised through the shop right in front of them. She clapped her hands and then her mouth fell open when a giraffe stuck its head through a window opening to see what little person made all the exciting noise. He wished Riki and Joba could've witnessed it too, but there was something special about having the experience with his oldest girl by herself. It would be something she would always remember about their day together.

N'Jadaka was pleased that the visitors would all have a magnificent view of the palace in the distance. He wanted them to see that a man from their ranks ruled from there, so anything was possible if they united.

"You like it, Sweet Pea?" he asked his daughter.

Sydette glanced around at the various cottages as they walked through a gorgeous garden pavilion.

"It's so pretty!" Sydette said.

"You think our guests will like it?"

She nodded enthusiastically, and he lifted her up in his arms as they studied the movement of a curious peacock that strutted its way to investigate all the newcomers. The media team took pictures of N'Jadaka there, and in other places they explored.

"It's peaceful here," he said.

"Look Baba!"

They gazed at zebras running down a slope of land, kicking up dust. A few giraffes chewed on leaves from the tall trees nearby, unimpressed by the activity of their animal neighbors.

They toured the interior of a cottage and admired the amenities outside with a grand view of the grasslands below. Soon, they moved inside the larger structure of the five-story hotel itself, which had several restaurants and a club inside. He met and spoke with the hotel staff who were all excited to see him in person as they prepped the property. N'Jadaka stressed the importance of what this meant for the people coming to Africa for the first time. Sydette leaned into him as the gravity of his work sank into her understanding. Swinging his hand as they walked together surrounded by his team, Sydette gazed at him.

"Baba… you are like the Baba for everybody now," Sydette said.

"A king has to think that way sometimes," he said.

"I think the visiting people will be so happy to be here," she said.

"I hope so."

"I love it and I know they will love it too."

"What's your favorite part of Wakanda, Sweet Pea?"

"Being here with you," she said.

He squeezed her hand a little more and guided her toward their transport vehicle. Sydette fell asleep on the way back. He carried her to his grandfather's suite to join the other children who were already up and running around playing. Placing Sydette on a guest bed, he stroked her braids and kissed her forehead.

"See you at dinner, Sweet Pea," he whispered to her before leaving the room.

Riki and Joba took turns stepping on his feet and trying to get him to walk them around the living room, but he had to do a run-through of his speech back in the media room.

"You have a break at all today?" Dante asked.

N'Jadaka patted his grandfather's shoulder.

"I'll rest later."

"Don't burn yourself out. Delegate, JaJa."

He left for his office and ran into Remy in a busy hallway.

"King N'Jadaka," Remy said, averting his eyes.

"Remy."

"I look forward to your address to the nation tonight," Remy said.

N'Jadaka regarded the man with disdain, but he kept it in check, walking past Remy with a brisk stride into the media room. He took a sip of water from a bottle Mpilo carried for him and listened to Gabisile and the man responsible for handling his teleprompter. The segment director busied himself with the recording team and after a quick fifteen-minute briefing, N'Jadaka stepped behind the podium and did two run-throughs of his speech.

Gabisile gave him some pointers on where to emphasize words and corrected some pronunciations of his Wakandan. The Panther Tribe had a southern Wakanda dialect and N'Jadaka tried to fudge over parts because he didn't want to mess up. Sections of his speech he'd have to say in English with closed captioning for citizens. Mpilo stood behind the floor director and gave a thumbs-up with a cheerful grin. Gabisile approached him after his second run-through.

"King N'Jadaka, we need you to smile more. This is a very important speech, your first to our people, and it will set the tone for your reign. Your face… it is so serious-looking. We know you want to present yourself as an influential leader, but a pleasant facial expression goes a long way," she said.

"I'm trying not to feel tense."

"If you feel your body growing tense as you speak, grip the edges of the podium. It gives off confidence and allows that tension to flow into the podium and not your words. I love how you speak as if you are talking to your family. Flow into that more. Your daughter said it best. You are the father of the nation. Tell us what we need to know under your rule, as if you were talking to your children. You were gentle and confident in the presence of little Sydette. Treat your speech that way, too."

"I want to do it one more time," N'Jadaka said.

"Your Highness, it is time for your dinner," Mpilo said.

"Eat, take a little time to relax and we will be ready for you here," Gabisile said.

He exited the media room with Mpilo.

"Go home and be with your family. You've been working hard all day," N'Jadaka said.

"Oh, no… I want to be here and watch your speech in person," Mpilo said. "I'm going to eat with some staff in the banquet hall and I will meet you back in the media room."

"Bet."

He released the Onyx Squad for the evening and walked with Okoye and Ayo.

"Honest opinion, General Okoye. What do you think of me so far?" he asked.

"I underestimated your leadership potential. You seem more than prepared for your new role, Your Highness," Okoye said.

"My father was an excellent teacher. I want to walk in his footsteps," he said.

"My king, if I may be so bold, I think you are creating your own path," Ayo said.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. That's a big compliment coming from you."

Two new Doras guarded his home. He entered his dwelling and took a shower first before changing into dinner clothing. Mpilo would bring fresh royal robes to the media room for him. N'Jadaka took a moment to catch a cool breeze on his terrace and smoke a cigar. A little fatigue caught him before he left to eat with his family.

Disa and Grandpop arrived with the children and his paternal grandparents. Umama and Baba Z would stay to watch his speech in Ramonda's suite with the rest of the family. He gave Disa a warm hug and kiss on her cheek.

"I can tell you were running around today," Disa teased.

"I got your message after I came back to the palace. You're leaving for the Jabari lands?" he said.

Disa flicked a loose strand of hair from her left temple.

"I'm going to check out some temple structures with my Phase Two team. Can you keep Joba with you this weekend? Her nanny will be with her in case you have extra work. I'm going to stay with M'Baku and Ayomide."

"That's no problem. Everything is good, even with the shutdown of Phase Two?"

"Yeah. I have other projects to take care of and there are my preparations for the UDC conference."

Her eyes were evasive. Something was up. He assumed it was M'Baku's brother-in-law.

Adebiyi.

N'Jadaka picked up on her attraction to the giant builder. She'd always liked older men with swag, and Adebiyi was no slouch. A somewhat crotchety personality for N'Jadaka to warm up to at their first meeting at the ball, Adebiyi acted distant around the hoopla surrounding the king's coronation party… however… he wasn't a slouch when he was near Disa.

There was a spark of something between the two, and because N'Jadaka knew all of Disa's tells, he had to step into the knowing with a bittersweet feeling that his closest female friend, the mother of his baby girl, his first love… she had found someone new for herself.

It was all over her face at the ball. That glow of attraction in those early days of getting to know someone.

"Have your nanny bring her to me at my office before you leave."

"Your office? I don't want her interrupting your work—"

"I'll take off for the day once she is with me," he said.

"Great," Disa said.

She looked him in the eye finally, and it confirmed his assumptions about Adebiyi in his gut.

Yani arrived moments later with Twyla and Marisol. He gave Twyla and Marisol affectionate hugs and double-cheek kisses. His eyes trained on Yani as the other women joined the rest of the family inside the private family dining hall. She dressed in a modest jade caftan with her face made up as if she were going out later.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual, even though his throat became dry suddenly.

Yani stood in front of him, rubbing her right arm and looking around to see if anyone else watched them.

"Sweet Pea told me she had fun with you at the housing tour for the UDC. They have elephants that just walk through the hotel?" Yani said.

"Yeah."

"You have a good day? Ready for your speech?"

Yani's voice sounded rushed, like she strung words together just to say something… anything.

"Today went well. I'm ready to address the nation… listen… um… Disa is heading up to the Jabari mountains this weekend and I'll have Joba with me. Can I keep Sydette and Riki too?"

"Uh… yeah. It would be nice to have a free weekend for myself."

"Okay, good… um… I'd like to talk to you about possibly keeping them more often here in the palace during the week. They're off for their school break."

The side of Yani's lip twitched. She appeared unsure.

"Think about it," he said.

"It might be too much for you to handle now that you're running everything," she said.

"You know I have a ton of help, and they can be with me when I'm in my office working."

"They'll distract you."

"Not during my lunches and while I'm reading reports. I'm a multi-tasking father."

She looked doubtful.

A royal server passed them by with a tray of broth bowls to start their meal.

"We better go in," he said.

He turned to walk into the dining room. Yani held his arm back and kissed his cheek.

"That's for good luck tonight… with your speech," she said.

She rushed past him and entered the dining room.

N'Jadaka stayed put. Her kiss was warm on his skin. The softness lingered.

Sydette ran out to get him.

"Did you ask her, Baba?" Sydette asked.

"What Sweet Pea?"

"Mama… did you ask her if we could stay with you?"

"I did."

"What she say?"

N'Jadaka kept staring at the open dining room door.

"Baba!"

Sydette tapped his arm.

"You two can stay with me this weekend."

"Yay!"

Sydette danced around him. N'Jadaka reached down and lifted her up over his shoulder. She burst into hysterical giggles as he walked into the dining room, waggling her body and tickling her sides.

Hearing her joyful laughter made him feel like the best king and father in the world.

Chapter 63 HERE.

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Do You Remember? part 3

A/N: I'M BACK with an update for this series! I promise the next won't take so long to come! Click for part 2!

You have been Erik’s girlfriend for some time now, and it was safe to say you were head over heels. You didn’t know if he had always been this sweet or if his daughter softened him up, but you were happy you were in a relationship with him. However, Your past heartbreak made you still made you anxious about it. It felt like yesterday….

“Baby, please! There’s gotta be other ways! We could try-“

He cut you off with a look that displayed pure anger. “I can’t try anymore! I’ve been trying! I just can’t do this anymore!"

You were taken aback by his outburst. You understood his frustration. You understood his disappointment. You understood his hurt.

But why was he not understanding yours? Didn’t he love you?

Right then and there, your question was answered, and at the same time, your fragile heart was shattered into pieces.

“Give me the ring back.”

The number of tears bursting out of your eyes increased as you managed to choke out a weak “What?”

He was adamant. “Give me the damn ring, Y/N! We’re done.”

You were shaken out of your flashback when the little humans you were teaching shuffled in after their lunch breaks. You looked down to notice you barely ate the food you brought for your lunch. Shit. It’s whatever. You’ve gone without eating before. You’ll be fine.

That was a lie. You felt weak, but you wanted to hold it together for your little ones. Thankfully, you made it through the day. Barely. Erik has been doing great with picking Ashanti up on time, but today was one of those days when he was late. He did text you to inform you this, and you usually don’t mind, but today…today you did. You just weren’t feeling ok. Mentally and you didn’t know how long you could hold it together. Your chest was tightening and your airflow constricted. You couldn’t breathe. Ashanti, being very observant for her age, noticed and began to walk up to your desk.

“Miss Y/L/N, are you ok?”

You managed to plaster on a fake smile and nodded vigorously. “ I’m great! Just do me a favor and go back to your seat, ok, sweetie?”

She outstretched her little arms. “Do you want a hug?”

You avoided the question by standing up and opening the door to the next-door classroom. Evan hasn't left yet. Thank God. He was at his desk grading and looked up at you with concern.

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine! Can you please watch her for me?!” You were able to pant out. Once he accepted your request, you scrambled out of your classroom and ran to the nearest girls' bathroom.

You tried to hold yourself as your heart was pounding out of your chest. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. This was a panic attack. You haven’t had one in a long time, but here it is now. You thought you were over it. You were over it.

Then why are you having a panic attack in an elementary school bathroom?

Once your attack subsided, you fixed yourself up and walked back to your classroom. Once you got inside, you were shocked to see your boyfriend conversing with your coworker. Erik was carrying his daughter and her face snuggled into his neck. Both pairs of eyes fell on you, both of them filled with a mix of worry and relief. Erik was the first to approach you and you stiffened.

“Are you ok? I heard that you ran to the bathroom sick.”

This caused you to relax. Why were you half expecting him to get angry with you?

For the first time today, you were able to smile a genuine smile. “Yes, I’m fine, Er-“ you remembered Evan was still in the room and cleared your throat. “I’m fine, Mr. Stevens.”

He took the hint and smirked at you. “That’s good. Can’t have my daughter’s favorite teacher getting sick. She comes around you too much.”

You giggled at his remark as he said his goodbye to Evan and sent a wink to you. You waved goodbye to Ashanti, but she turned back into her father’s neck. That’s so unlike her. You tried not to take it personally. She’s a kid who’s been at school all day. She could be tired.

You turned around to see Evan watching you, with his arms folded. You went to your desk and gathered up your things, avoiding his gaze.

“Thanks for watching her.” You breathed out, and he chuckled in response.

“No problem, but I just wanna know… Are you dumb, or do you think I’m dumb?”

You weren’t sure what he was talking about, so you choose to play innocent.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Either that man is in love with you and you’re too dumb to see it or he’s the man you were telling me about. You tell me which.”

Damn it.

You sighed in defeat. “Yes, that’s him, and I don’t need no damn lecture on how it’s inappropriate to be dating my student’s dad, ok? He makes me happy, and this isn’t affecting anything going on here, so spare me.”

Your friend held up his hands in defense. “Girl, I only lecture 2nd graders, not grown-ass adults. It’s just that it was so obvious y’all were feeling each other.”

You sighed once again. “Damn…”

“But I like him for you. He seems like a good guy. I just wanna make sure you’re sure about this. Especially since this involves your student…” Evan took a seat on the edge of your desk and stared down at you.

“Evan, please don’t say anything.” You pleaded, and he shook his head, chuckling once again.

“I ain’t no snitch! Honestly, I’m offended you think I am!”

You laughed, covering your face in embarrassment. “My bad! Just wanted to be safe!”

“Well, your secret’s safe with me. Were you nervous about getting caught? Is that why you ran out like a track star?”

You rolled your eyes with a deep sigh escaping your lips. “No. I just….had a flashback to me and my ex and…I don’t know. I freaked out and had a panic attack. I haven’t had those in a long time.”

“Now, what triggered this?”

You squinted your eyes at him before you burst out laughing. “Ever since you married a therapist, you became mine, huh?”

He got off the desk with his hands up in defense. “I’m just trying to be a good friend. You could always talk to Shontelle.” You got up and pulled your friend into a hug.

“I appreciate that, and I’ll keep that in mind.”

Evan left right after, and right then and there, Erik had texted you, asking if you wanted to have dinner at his house. You haven’t eaten all day and didn’t feel like cooking, so you agreed to come. Once you got there, you couldn’t help but giggle at the takeout on the table. He didn’t feel like cooking either. You two were one and the same. He greeted you with a kiss and hug, which made you smile so warmly. In the hug, your stomach chose to rumble at that moment. Shit.

“You didn’t eat?” Erik gave you a disapproving look, and it caused you to smile nervously and shake your head. “You know how I know you lying? You get all wide-eyed when you lie. Come and eat.”

You sat down to eat and noticed an adorable little six-year-old wasn’t in attendance. You asked Erik, and he shrugged his shoulders while grabbing a chicken wing.

“She seemed down since I picked her up, and just wanted to be in her room. I made a plate and figured I would just give her a little space before I interrogated her. I know most people wouldn’t approve of that, but I think it’s important to teach her it’s ok if you need space. Just remember the people who love you are always here to listen and fix the problem if possible.”

You couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across your face at his words. He was so good at this. It’s like he was made to be a father. Then you felt a pang of sadness. Erik noticed and grabbed your hand.

“Adults need to be taught that shit too.” He gave you a warm smile and you could read between the lines and know what he meant by his words.

“I had a panic attack. Haven’t had one in a long time. I had a flashback to my previous relationship that ended terribly. I was so heartbroken. I guess I started thinking about you and me and how serious we’re getting, and I don’t want it to end because I know it will. I know you’ll leave me, and I’m trying to prepare myself for it.”

Erik got out of his seat quickly, and wrapped you into a bear hug. “I’m not going anywhere, ok? I love you. I don’t care what your bitchass ex did. I’m not him.”

You relaxed into his hug and even smiled while you were in it. From the corner of your eye, you saw Ashanti come out of her bedroom. Upon seeing you two, tears welled in her eyes, and she returned to her room. Erik released you at the sound of the door slamming.

“Ok, a nigga is all for understanding she got emotions and shit, but slamming doors, in an apartment she don’t pay bills in is crazy!” Erik stood up, but you grasped his wrist to stop him.

“Let me go talk to her. For some reason, I feel like her problem is with me.”

Erik furrowed his thick eyebrows. “Why?” He knew you would never intentionally hurt his daughter, and she always adored you, so he was confused, as to why you thought she was beefing with you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Women’s intuition?”

His fingers interlocked with yours. “Is women’s intuition telling you to stay the night? Because I feel like you should stay the night.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips and you giggled at this sweet gesture. You grabbed his face, planting a kiss on his plump lips and his hands found your waist, deepening the kiss. You pulled away before you two got too far.

“I will, but I gotta make nice with your daughter first.”

You knocked on Ashanti’s white bedroom door that was decorated with a bright, sparkly violet A. You heard a soft “come in” and opened the door. Once her eyes fell on you, she turned away immediately. You sighed deeply at her action and sat on the edge of her bed.

“Ashanti, are you mad at me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She mumbled, still facing the wall. You took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Can you please look at me? What do I always say in class?”

“We listen with our ears, our eyes, and our hearts.” She answered reluctantly as she turned to face you. You smiled in response.

“Now I can see your pretty face, and be able to properly listen to you and you can do the same for me. So, why are you mad at me?”

The little girl sat up and couldn’t help the pout that was on her face. “You don’t like me anymore.”

You were genuinely shocked and confused at her response. “That’s not true! Why do you think that?”

“You didn’t play with me when we were waiting for daddy, and you didn’t want to hug me.”

You shook your head, taking her hand. “Sweetie, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I was feeling…sad and didn’t want you to know that or for you to get sad. As for the hug, I wasn’t in the mood to hug. What would you say if Luke wanted to hug you?”

Ashanti put a finger to her chin in thought. “I would say…don’t touch me, white boy. I am a black queen!”

You bit back a laugh because that would be super inappropriate. You couldn’t even scold her because that was obviously her father’s teaching and that was on you using a white boy as an example.

“….Please don’t ever say that. Ok, what if Simone wanted to hug you, but you didn’t want to?”

“I would say “no, thank you.”

“And can she get mad at you for that?”

She shook her little head. “No!”

“Because…”

“Because it’s my body, and I have the right to say no!”

You grinned proudly at her remembering your mini-lesson on the importance of consent. The first-grade version, of course. “So you can’t get mad at me because I said no.”

The little girl frowned, looking down. “But you didn’t say no. You just…ran away from me.”

That’s when it really clicked for you. She looked up to you. Shit, she saw you as a mother figure, and you rejected her. She spent the early years of her life without a mother, and when she gets someone who fills that void, they run from her. She’s feeling unlovable. Abandoned. You and the little girl had more similarities than you thought.

“Honey, I didn’t want to hurt you. I would never run away from you. Never!” You declared, opening your arms wide. “Now, if you still want to, I would like that hug now.”

Ashanti giggled happily, throwing herself into your arms. You hugged her tight, caressing her head that was covered in the plaits that her father did. You decided to fix them as she opened a book for you to read with her as you worked. Unbeknownst to you two, Erik was outside the door and heard the whole conversation. He couldn’t help the smile on his face and peeked in to see you redoing her braids as she read from a 3rd-grade level book, and you helped her pronounce the words she couldn’t get. He decided to get ready for bed and wait for you.

When you did finish, you stayed with her until she fell asleep. You found yourself falling asleep until one thought came to you and caused you to pop your eyes open and stare at the ceiling, frozen.

Erik said he loves you.

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You Ain't Her | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

Warnings: language, brief mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts), conversations about sexual consent (i cannot stress this enough: we all about consent over here. no means no at any time). Whew. So this one put me in a body bag but from a real place. A little artsy-fartsy. Would love your thoughts and feedback if moved to do so. Peace and love.

You and Erik dated. It was brief. A walk in the park here, a dinner and a movie there. The latter had you end up back at Erik’s place. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon, rays of light beaming through his living room. You were celibate, he wasn’t. His hand found the depths of your love as you both stood mere inches apart in the kitchen. He just kissed you and your body sank into his like an anchor in the ocean. You smiled and tried to disengage, his stare priming to snatch your mind, body and soul. His right hand traversed down your body, around your thighs, and under your skirt. Your knees damn near inverted from the impact of his touch. 

He watched all chastity leave your body. He’d been thinking about this moment from the time you two met. So had you but after moments of your past made you uncomfortable with being in the private presence of a man, you convinced yourself to wait until a public declaration of love to give up your goods. In the kitchen with your back against the counter, with the sounds of a sweet death echoing off of the cabinets, you forgot. So did he. But your face after it happened said it all. He apologized but it wasn’t enough. You went home and sent a text. “I’m not ready.” You hadn’t been on a date since. 

“I know it’s a Wednesday when I see you two here!” The waitress, a grandeur Black woman with coiffed gray coils and electric red acrylic nails, grabs the notepad from her apron to take you and Erik’s order. 

“Turkey burger and fries for me.”

“Sounds good, love. And what about your date? Baby girl, what you want?” 

You weren’t his date. You were his friend. Long story there but not really. Distance grew between you both. A pandemic, life, struggles and setbacks. A lonely night led you to his Instagram page. A pleasant ache coaxed you into his stories. Still fine as ever. Body on extreme point. It almost isn’t real the way his skin lacquers his frame. A special kind of brown only reserved for supreme deities. You wanted to grab his beard in blissful distress. You whispered the Messiah’s name as you watched him drive around to "Sho Nuff" Reminded you of when he picked you from work that one time. You looked over to the driver’s seat and felt so safe. 

“May I have the chicken cobb salad with extra cranberries, please?” You don’t want to correct her assumption that this was a date. Because it wasn’t. 

He saw that you were creeping around his stories and proceeded to peek into yours. You post short clips of the songs that move your heart and vintage images of Black women who inspire you to be your best self. You did post one selfie though. You just got your hair done; your hairstylist laced you with the best version of Janet Jackson’s hair circa 1995. The curls of your weave cascaded the hell out of your face. It was perfect. Erik fell back in fascination with you. Liked your story to acknowledge that he peeped you too. You followed him, he followed back. 

“Work is beating my ass, man. I’m ready to quit,” Erik says, punctuating his thoughts with a sip of his pink lemonade. “I’ve been looking at jobs in Philly. I’m ready to move.”

“Philly? How does your girl feel about that?”

That’s the plot twist to this story. Erik posted this bomb plate of chicken, dressing, yams and collards in his stories. You replied to ask him where on Earth did he find that type of food in you all’s boring-ass city. The place wasn’t far from you and where he gets his haircut every Wednesday. What you doing next Wednesday? Racked with nerves and guilt, you agreed to meet. You didn’t want to rekindle anything with anybody, especially him. You weren’t dating, your celibacy turning into abstaining, so you didn’t want to lead Erik on by going to dinner. But he’s a friend. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing dinner with a friend. 

At dinner, Erik asked you how dating had been. You told him that you haven’t. You asked him the same. Oh, I’ve been in a relationship for almost a year and a half. You felt relief then a tinge of jealousy. Damn the woman that gets to sit on that every night. Damn your faith and your obedience keeping you from doing just that with someone else. Damn those men who violated your trust and consent, turning you into a shell of your former self. They don’t tell you that one of the side effects is a fear that every man is out to encroach your territory with no thoughts about how you would feel to be invaded. 

“I ain’t tell her about that yet. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy.”

“If I were you, I’d tell her.”

She doesn’t know about you or this dinner thing.  You asked Erik about it and he told you so. At this point, it’s been months. Eight times. You kept count.

“What do you think about Philly? I know you went to college there.”

“I love it. Tough-ass city but I love it. You’ll find a job in your industry there for sure…” 

“Figured that. Maybe I can get shorty to move there with me.”

That’s the thing. You can tell that he loves her. You creeped on her IG page and could tell without a doubt that she’s obsessed with him. There’s a great-looking couple, you know that for sure. That night when you found her IG killed your confidence. You felt like she was prettier than you, extremely put-together. Dressed to crush necks. Perfect smile and knows how to match her foundation with her skin tone. Ain’t a baby hair in revolt. You wondered what he saw in you that made him want to take you out and be seen with you. What made him touch your lips with his own and then proceed to play house in his kitchen. Why did he talk you through your peak and whisper into your ear to not hold back your cries as you touched the mountaintop. 

You ain’t her. But she ain’t here right now. So why do you care? 

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Best Thing (3)

"That crazy bitch back outside of your fine ass neighbor door."

Noli looked up as her best friend Drita let herself into Noli's apartment using the key she had been given for emergencies, once again. Drita was one of the first friends Noli made once she moved to California and they had been attached at the hip since. They met at a gas station due to some weird ass man harassing Noli because he could tell she wasn't from around the area and Drita quickly swooped in and scared his ass off. Her exact words were, "I'm here for every black queen I see in distress."

Drita stood at 5'11 and was every bit of the stallion that she loved to call herself. She had curves that would make a grown man cry and she flaunted them well. Her skin was a dark shade of brown reminiscent to the beautiful Kelly Rowland and she always kept her hair (thanks to Noli), lashes, and nails done.

They immediately clicked and Drita ended up helping Noli get a job as a bottle girl at Diamond Dazzlers since she already worked there as a dancer. Drita was also Noli's first Cali client and had pretty much moved up to being her brand ambassador after basically being her walking billboard.

"Damn again, this her third time this week," Noli spoke shaking her head as she gave Drita a hug before walking into her bedroom.

"Girrll that nigga got something serious between his legs if she out there acting a fool like that. You need to be trying to get a piece cause we both know that man is feeling you."

Noli rolled her eyes because here Drita was talking about this so called crush she felt Erik had on Noli for the umpteenth time. Every time Erik came around and they were together Drita had to throw in her ten cents about how Noli needed to let that man "wreck her shit," as she so eloquently liked to put it.

"Say that shit again and I ain't going to this stupid ass party with you no more," Noli snarled as she peeped her head from her walk in closet to see Drita splayed across her bed like she owned the damn place. Drita swiftly lifted her middle finger and went back to scrolling on Tik Tok deciding not to pay her aggressive friend any mind.

"Girl whatever, ole country ass."

Noli chuckled and shook her head as she flipped through her clothes trying to find an outfit for this party Drita begged her to go to. Apparently one of the "niggas with all the money," from the club was throwing some big ass mansion party and wanted "all of the bad bitches," in attendance. After finally flipping and yanking clothes she deemed ugly off of her hangers she settled on a pair of black leather shorts, a black bralette, and an orange and black biker jacket. She quickly flung her clothes on the bed and pointed Drita to her "beauty sanctuary," which was really just a guest room that she turned into a mini beauty salon until she finally saved enough money to open a real one.

"Alright sista, what look we going for today," she asked while fluffing out Drita's wild blown out hair.

"Just give me a cute lil low knot bun for right now, I'll be back Saturday once my damn wig finally get delivered. Girl, do you know it was supposed to be here yesterday and yet I haven't seen UPS yet!"

"They like to take they sweet ass time but that’s fine, I can squeeze you in Saturday before I do Melissa's hair for her birthday photoshoot."

"Melissa extra ass does a birthday shoot every year. This not even a milestone year for her," Drita exclaimed while rolling her eyes in annoyance and continuing to aggressively click away on her phone.

Noli just shook her head at her best friends antics because although Melissa was indeed being extra, the two girls did not get along. Melissa, also known as Montana at the club, was a 23 going on 24 year old that had been working at Diamond Dazzlers since she was 18. The beef between her and Drita quickly began after Drita caught Melissa giving her boyfriend at the time a dance in the private room. They had been at odds ever since. She remembered Drita angrily stomping up to the bar yelling about how she knew Melissa was fucking her man.

"Well she's paying me to not only do her hair but also an extra $300 to go to the photoshoot and keep her touched up during the process."

"Good! Bleed that bitch dry," she said as she sat there with her nostrils flared and face turned up in anger.

~~~~~ The pair had only been at the mansion party for a solid 5 minutes and Noli was already getting agitated.

I should have stayed my ass at home.

"Girl fix your damn face and lighten up. Looking like somebody gave you something sour to eat." Noli turned her head in Drita's direction while deepening the frown on her face.

"You know I hate parties and I only came cause I didn’t want you to come alone but if one more nigga walk up and grab my arm like he know me, I'm gone defend myself!"

Drita could only laugh because she knew the type of person her girl was. Noli only went out if she was going to work or Drita was dragging her out of the house to some party. Noli was the true definition of a home body and spent the majority of her time cooped up in that apartment or walking around target like she was crazy. It was so bad some of the employees knew her by name.

"Cry me a damn river Magnolia-"

"Bitch I know you didn't just call me that!"

Noli hated her government name with her entire soul. She had never heard of anyone else with the name of Magnolia besides the damn flower and could not understand for the life of her why her parents felt the need to name her as such. She remembered asking her grandmother why her name was Magnolia Mae Jenkins and her grandmother simply stated they named her that because she was their flower. Her brother however, in his asshole teenage years, liked to tease her by saying they named her that because she would never get out of Mississippi.

"My bad, it slipped but come on lets go to the bar and take a couple of shots. You need to loosen the hell up."

Drita quickly snatched Noli by the arm and led her across the spacious dance floor to the open bar and ordered 4 shots of Don Julio.

"2 for me and 2 for you sista." Noli grimaced but downed the two shots anyway figuring Drita wasn’t going to let her off the hook with this party so she might as well force herself to have some fun.

Baby this some Fenty I don’t do no Vicky Secrets Please don’t take no pictures of me bae Its giving sneaky We can't make no flick You gone get mad at try to leak it This pussy like a perk Give him some He started geeking

The girls instantly looked at each other and squealed immediately getting hype as their favorite Ken The Man song began blaring from the speakers of the DJ. Noli grabbed her girl's hand and made haste getting to the dance floor to show her ass which she rarely did in public but this was a special case. Noli was so into having fun shaking her ass that she didn't bother to move once she felt someone move behind her to catch everything she was giving. As the song began to end she finally leaned back up after being bent over showing out for so long and her back made contact with a quite muscular chest.

His cologne smells familiar.

"I didn't know Ms. Noli the home body had all this in her," the voice whispered huskily into her and Noli quickly snapped her body around to face the man that had been lucky enough to catch what her mama had gave her.

"Erik, what are you doing here," she questioned in astonishment at the fact that he was the man that was all up on her and also at the fact that she could feel he was indeed working with something serious between his legs like Drita had assumed earlier.

No wonder that girl is stalking him. Hell, I would too.

"Well for one thing this is a free country but also my homeboy is the one throwing the party," he smirked at her face which probably still held and ample amount of shock. That smug attitude of his was like a bucket of cold water and she quickly rolled her eyes before turning to walk away.

"What the fuck ever Stevens," she muttered as she began taking steps to go find Drita who had conveniently disappeared once Erik got behind her. However, she didn’t make it far before she felt him wrap his arm around her abdomen and pull her into his embrace.

"I'm actually done playing these cat and mouse games with you," he spoke into her ear as she stood halfway frozen at his very close proximity.

"I haven't been playing any games with you," she claimed as she pulled herself away and faced him.

"Yes you have. You've been playing them since you moved into that apartment across the hall three years ago and I played the long game with you but damn you are stubborn. Admit you like me Noli."

Noli stood completely still in her spot as a million thoughts ran through her mind on where all of this could even be coming from. Liking Erik? That was just crazy talk, nonsense! Or was it? She always thought he was cute from the first day she met him but he was a nonchalant asshole and she vowed to leave those type of men in Jackson after she boarded her flight. Then her mind went back to all the times Drita claimed he had a crush on her and she internally cringed.

Drita just cannot be fucking right. I'll never hear the end of it!

"I- I gotta go find my friend," she quickly muttered while turning on her heels damn near running away before he could pull her back into another confusing haze of emotions.

Erik only smirked once again while shaking his head knowing this was going to be hard but he was definitely up for the ride.

~~~~~ Okayyyy, so sorry for taking so long to update! Life has been lifing but I finally got it out. I definitely tried to make this part longer than the previous two. I hope y'all enjoy!

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Do you know which Erik x reader story has where they meet at a pro basketball game and he has a little sister that he’s taking care of. They were fans of opposite teams and later in the story there’s an ex girlfriend that tries to butt in and hits Erik’s sister and tried to kill reader. Trying to give as much detail as I can remember. Forgot the author and the name of the story and now I can’t find it 😩

That's all the detail I need! I'm pretty sure that's Foul Play series by the good sis @dessianna1 (which I need to catch up on myself)!

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