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[trixree]

Hi! I’m here from AO3 and I wanted to tell you that you’re my favorite author. Do you plan to finish “The Fundamentals of Experimentation,” “The Sun, Inscribed,” and “Breathing Easy (And All Its Associated Complications)?”

OMG YOURE SO KIND!!! I cannot fathom that I am anyone's "favorite" andkflgglkskdl

Yes, I ABSOLUTELY plan on finishing them! I have a draft up and running already for the last chapter of Sun, Inscribed. I've been struggling with writers block on Breathing Easy for ages now, but I absolutely want to finish it at some point.

I plan (🤞) to do a bunch of writing this month as soon as the semester is done! I'm dick deep in finals right now and oh my fuck, is my life messy right now...

#thank you for the love #almostpurelysmut #asked and answered #❤

[laketaj24]

Black Tie Event: Erik Killmonger

Author’s Note: Erik’s Drabble as promised!! Tagged my BP list and a few others! If you don’t want to be on the list let me know I’ll take you off! ❤️ Happy Reading!

Pairing: Reader x Erik Killmonger

Warnings: Fluff

Preparation for the night were not even halfway done for you; you still had pinned curls in your head and only a slip, all while frantically moving across the bedroom. “E!”

“What?” He called from the closet.

There was such thing as arrogance; Erik claimed he possessed none, but you were one hundred percent sure he was full of it. “My dress, can you bring it to me?”

“We leave in ten minutes; you ain’t dressed. Your hair did, setting powder on your face.” Erik could not even see you, but he had you pegged. “And I bet you still went say it’s my fault we late.”

“If you weren’t talking, I could have my dress on right now.” You rolled your eyes, looking in the vanity mirror. He was right; there was never enough time to prepare for events this formal. The Wakandan Outreach Charity Galla attracted all the big donors for the outreach program. You spearheaded the tutoring center. The Outreach held a special place in your heart, knowing that they were very streets that molded the man you loved and were glad to call your husband.

“Blaming me already.” Erik rounded the corner in the tailor-fitted black suit. It clung to his body perfectly, carving out the sculpted muscles beneath him, leaving just enough to the imagination. “Damn.” He sucked air through his teeth, then dramatically but the knuckle of his finger. “We don’t even have to go to this thing.”

“Uhm, we are going... thanks., you look good, baby. You make me wanna do things to you in this suit. ” You hang your dress on the door and turn back to him to adjust his tie. “You are no good with ties; you know this?”

“I know, T said it’s a black-tie event.”

“And when have you ever followed the rules?” You smiled at him.

“I follow all kinds of rules.” He lied.

“Right.” It’s easy to be happy around him, especially when his chocolate eyes were hooked on yours. You stand on your tiptoes, kiss his full lips, sneakily flicking your tongue over them before slipping out of his grasp.

He tugged the tie, gripping your wrist and pulling you back to him. “I can think of better uses for this anyway.” The silk of the tie replaces his hand, and Erik quickly secures both your wrists behind your back.

“We will be late.” You squirm playfully, trying not to fall on your face. “Erik!”

“We got time.”

“We do not.” The laugh escapes just as his hands search over your body, stopping at the soft spot in the back of your knee. “Ooo, boy.”

“Ooo boy, what? You kept talking shit about the things you wanted to do to me in this suit. Show me.” He teased, nipping your ear as he rubbed his dick imprint on your slip. “Huh?”

“Later tonight.”

“That a promise?”

“It’s a guarantee, baby, let's make this event as short as possible.”

He untied you in one quick tug. “Bet,” Erik’s hand came down on your ass. “Get dressed; we late, and we still leaving early.”

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[tastingmellow]

Sneaky

A/N: Babyyyyy, when I say I’m ready to start pumping out fics! My spring break is the week after this one so hopefully between now and then you’ll be getting at LEAST four new fics. Bare with me though!

Summary: Erik said no, but you said yes.

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: I don’t know, and I’m not ashamed!

“Hey, Baby!” You smiled a bit too widely as you ran over and hugged him tightly. He lightly chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist before grabbing a handful of your ass. “Hey, boo. How was your day?” He asked sweetly while you rubbed the scruff of his beard. “It was gooood! I took Nala out for some ice cream, we went to the zoo, we got a dog, and we got your favorite dessert!” You rushed out before hugging him again.

Erik’s eyebrow lifted as he slowly peeled you off of him. “You what?” You pretended to be confused. “Got your favorite dessert.” He shook his head. “Before that.”

“Went to the zoo?” You spoke, tilting your head. “After that.” He spoke and before you could pretend any longer a ball of chocolate colored fur burst out of your room and down the steps, your daughter following it. “Bear, no! Not—...hi, Daddy.”

Flashback to the week before

“No, Nala. You can’t get a dog.” Erik spoke as he sat on the couch, going through paperwork. “But I’ll take care of it. I’ll love it and feed it and wash it! Pleeeeeaaaase, Daddy!” Your daughter asked, climbing on her Daddy’s lap. Erik sighed and shook his head. “Princess, no. You can not have a dog right now.”

Your daughter huffed and crossed her arms. The sound of the door unlocking caught their attention. You opened the door, immediately kicking off your heels and placing down your purse. “Mommy!” Nala ran over to you and you caught her, picking her up. “Hey, baby! How was your day with Daddy?”

“Horrible!” She spoke, sending an unintentionally cute scowl towards Erik. You looked at him as you shut the door and placed Nala down. “Horrible? What happened?”

Erik sighed and shook his head. “Nothing happened. I just said that she can’t get a dog right now. It’s just too much right now, right, Y/N?” He spoke, just knowing you’d agree with him.

You pursed your lips and shrugged. “I don’t think a dog will be that bad. Our schedules are synced right now, so it’ll be taken care of every day. And it will teach Nala responsibility.” You spoke, your daughter hugging your legs and smiling. “Yeah, Daddy! Responsifilily!” You chuckled at her mispronunciation before looking at Erik.

“No.” He spoke sternly and you looked at him. “Erik—...” He shook his head. “No, we are not getting a dog.” You sighed softly and a kneeled to your daughter, your back to Erik.

“I guess we can’t get a dog.” You said but winked at your daughter who played along and sighed before smiling at you.”

Flashback Over

Erik looked at you and you sheepishly smiled. “Erik, baby, I know you said no to a dog but I really think it will help Nala learn to be responsible! Plus she has a furry companion!”

You words were rushed as Erik wipes his face, taking in a deep breath. Your daughter ran to your side, the dog following behind her. “Daddy, can we pleeeease keep him? We named him Bear!” She smiled, showing off the gaps from her missing teeth.

“Yeah, Daddy can we keep him?” You spoke, pouting as you picked up the puppy and showed Erik his face. “Look at that cutie pie! He’s so fluffy and sweet! Yeah, he’s gonna get big as hell but he’s a gentle giant!”

Erik looked down at his two favorite girls then to the pup, then back at his girls. He sighed at their pouts, the dog included, and groaned loudly. “Fine, fine! You can keep the damn dog. But keep him out of the office and if he shits clean it up!”

You and your daughter squealed as you placed the dog back down and they both ran off somewhere. You were making your way to the kitchen before Erik grabbed your waist, pulling you close. “Oh no, you’re not off the hook. That ass is mine for the next week, and you better not run.” He pecked your lips and smacked your ass....hard. You nodded, biting your lip as he walked off.

Your phone rang, your best friend calling you. You had a bit of small talk before she asked, “So, did your plan work? D for the rest of the week?” You chuckled and nodded like she could see you. “Of course it worked. Nala got what she wanted, I get what I wanted, and Erik gets what he didn’t know he wanted.”

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[theunsweetenedtruth]

Sneak Peak...Keeping Faith

AN: Happy Christmas Eve!! I’m stuck at work praying they’ll let me leave early but I finally decided to post this after MONTHS. This is a sneak peak of my next story once both Promises and The Adored One are mostly done (I will still take requests and one shots for both if you submit them). I’m so nervous about this because this story has been a rolling dream for YEARS. It’s a combination of Beyond the Lights and Greenleaf (I know there was someone writing a Beyond the Lights story so I hope I’m not stepping on any toes, though this is VERY loosely based). If you’ve seen the shows, yay! If not, then you’ll absolutely be fine. In Greenleaf, one of the daughters, Faith commits suicide, which starts off the entire series. In my story, she’s still alive for now. This is a Sam Wilson x OC. I thought about making it an Erik story but it would totally change the way things happen. This story is really dark. It has a lot of triggers and warnings that I know I’m going to struggle with but I want to tell it because it’s been in my head for YEARS. I’m tagging both of my tag lists for Promises and The Adored One, as well as my permanent tag list. Please let me know if you want to be on my permanent list or if you want to be tagged for this story too. AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

She was bent over the toilet-again. Vomit came from her and as she heaved, a random thought came to her: what could I possibly be throwing up if I haven’t eaten anything? She continued to gag for a few moments more, nothing coming out at this point but rage and self-depreciation and she felt lost under a current of self-loathing. She was to be blamed for her predicament.

 Soon, the heaving subsided and she was able to stand to her feet, flush and go to the sink. Dark, sunken eyes stared back at her from the mirror. She didn’t look in the mirror too often, afraid of what she’d become and seeing the physical manifestation of it. Moving from her eyes, she realized her lip was busted and bruises littered around her neck and chest. They would have to pack on the makeup tonight to cover them up.

She took a towel from underneath the cabinet—stark white like the rest of the room—wet it, and began tending to the bleeding lip. There was a slight sting but she didn’t wince; this was nothing compared to what she’d been through the past years, or the past hour. There was a knock on the bathroom door that echoed through the cavernous room and startled her. Her hands began to shake, her pulse raced, and she struggled to get words out.

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AN: let me know what you think 🙂I'm so nervous to post this the title is a working one. First part will go up once Promises and The Adored One are over. 

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[captainsaveasmut]

Tease Me (III)

Pairing  》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I] [Part II]

"That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

He loosens his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes shift back and forth between his eyes and his thick print that is protruding through his tribal pants. Once he loosens them, he glances at his print and looks back at you, raising his eyebrow. A bluff gesture to see if you were up for the challenge or a signal for you to get to work. You kneel on the ground, smirking; mouth level to his crotch. Your eyes plead for him to remove his pants and underwear for you since your wrists were still bonded together by his tie. He happily complies, slowly pulling them down until his dick sprung free from its confines. Your throne, your scepter stood at attention for you. Its tall, girthy member made your mouth water and you wasted no time taking him down your throat.

His grunts and groans fill the dining room as you work your mouth up and down his shaft. You would’ve appreciated if you could use your hands to work the base of his dick while your mouth focused on his sensitive tip, but the "handcuffs" prevents you from doing such, so you just suck his dick halfway, slowly making your way to his base. T'Challa, however, had other plans. He grabs a fist full of your natural hair and plunges his dick down your throat; fucking your mouth vigorously. Your eyes water and saliva spill from the corners of your mouth, like a waterfall, as you gag on his full length. T'Challa was being more aggressive than usual but, mama didn't raise no bitch. You composed yourself and took him like a champ until he was spilling his seed down your throat. "Swallow it. All of it."

You obey his command (for once) and down his cum, opening your mouth afterward to reveal its emptiness. T'Challa gives you a pleasing smile and helps pick you up off of your knees. He takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. Your natural instinct is to wrap your hands around his neck but that damn tie held your wrists hostage. He releases his lips from yours and stares at you, smirking. "My dear you are a mess..." It's true. You looked busted. Your coily hair was frizzy and all over the place, the light makeup you put on for the brunch was blotchy and smudged, your eyes were watery, and a thin coat of saliva and cum remained on your chin. But to T'Challa you were still undeniably beautiful. "...too bad I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he swiftly turns you around and pushes you down onto the dining table. He kicks your legs apart and rubs his wet tip in-between your folds. "You've been very disobedient today, my queen. I never knew I could elicit such explicit behavior out of you. Not to mention in a public setting. We could've been caught, but that didn't matter to you, eh?" You sigh in response, wanting him to insert himself inside of you. You move your hips against him, craving more friction but T'Challa smacks your ass hard and grips your hips, keeping you still. "Ah-ah-ah. You've had your fun. It's time for the king to be in control."

He teases you by stretching your opening with his tip, then slowly inserts himself in you, making you feel every inch of him slide inside your wet hole. He filled you so deliciously. Your slick walls automatically grip his dick, eliciting low moans from the both of you. T'Challa slowly strokes you, making sure you felt every bit of him, then he began to quicken his pace. He tightens his grip on your hips as he began to thrust into you. "I know you love it when I am rough with you entle. Do you love it? Do you love it when your king shows you no mercy eh?" You answer in vocal moans that spilled from your lips like water.

With one hand he grab a headful of your hair and pulls you up from the table, while the other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you steady. You pull at the tie wrapped around your wrist in desperate need to hold something. He was so deep inside you; his tip grazing your G-spot with every thrust. It felt so fucking good; it was sinful. You felt your pussy constrict around him and your legs weaken as your orgasm neared (and the heels you were wearing didn't seem to help your balance).

"T-T'Challa, I'm about to cummm!" "I don't think you deserve to cum yet. Hold it."

But it was already too late. T'Challa's final thrusts before slowing down were enough for you to come undone. You moan out in ecstasy as the warm, leg-weakening sensation radiates all over your body. Your legs slightly shake as you come down from your high. "I see you still don't know how to follow simple instructions..." T'Challa whispers as his lips lightly dance over the nape of your neck. He roughly slaps your ass as punishment then removes his (still hard) dick out of you and slid it in between your slick folds, rubbing it against your sensitive bud. While he teases you, he undid the tie, freeing your red, swollen wrists from the confines of the cloth. “Turn around." You did what you were told and T'Challa sits you on top of the table.

You lay back as T'Challa takes one of your legs and put it on his shoulders, leaving the other spread open on the tabletop. He grabs his dick and teases your clit again with his tip before slipping it back into you. Your back slightly arches off of the table as he entered you, already building up a fast pace. "You are going to learn to stop being so disobedient, even if it takes all day. I'm King T'Challa for Bast's sake! I can handle it, but I don't think you can. Can my Queen's pretty pussy handle the Black Panther? Tell me you can handle it Yn... tell me." Ever since you introduced T'Challa to American ebony porn, he's been picking up on the male dirty talk and you LOVED it! "FUCK!"

Uncontrollable profanities fly out of your mouth as T'Challa fucks you like the Black Panther he is. You grip his forearm and arch your back off of the table as he thrust deeper into your passion. The sound of moaning, groaning, slapping, and gushing filled the dining room. You were sure a passing pedestrian would hear the naughty shenanigans going on behind the grand doors. Your second orgasm was close to making an appearance and T'Challa's wasn't too far behind. "I'm about to cu-umm..." T'Challa begins to rub on your clit; quicken your orgasm. "Cum for me entle. Let it go." After T'Challa gave you permission, your orgasm came in like a flood and all you could do was ride the wave.

Your body shakes and bucks from the overstimulation as you cum. The constriction of your pussy was enough to send T'Challa over the edge, having him quickly pull out and spill his seed all over your breasts and stomach. You both remain in your positions, trying to catch a breath. T'Challa takes his tie and cleans the cum off of your body."Mmm... my love, if I knew we were going to get this nasty I would've been disobedient a long time ago." T'Challa chuckles at your teasing as he helps you off of the table; handing you all of your clothing. 

"Mhm. You are just lucky you did not get us caught."

"We didn't need to get caught. We pretty much told the entire kingdom what we were doing", you smirk.

"Perhaps we did. They should be thankful. At least they know we are striving for an heir." You shake your head at him as you walk out of the dining room, hand in hand with your husband, your King.

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[retro-melanin]

As You Wish (part II)

I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting so I broke this up into three parts. This is leading up to the good stuff. it’s still kinda fluffy with a liiiittle bit of smut if you blink. i promise i’m working on the last part. i just want it to be absolutely filthy, and it’s not there yet. i promise it’ll be worth the wait. sorry for any typos!

Plot: Chadwick is getting you warmed up for a long night.

Warnings: Language, smut mentions, light smut

Kinks: Restraints, light domination

Word count: 1.1kish

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*Friday Afternoon*

You’d been distracted all day at work, anticipating the evening your lover had planned. Since Tuesday, he’d been asking you kinky questions out of the blue. “Silk or leather restraints,” “What about choking,” “Safe word,” “How do you feel about spanking?” It was driving you insane. You realized you’d awakened a sleeping dragon, and Chadwick had been waiting to pull out all the tricks. On a few evenings you’d caught him meticulously researching BDSM safety-- at least you knew you were in good hands. Your restlessness could also be attributed to your lack of sex. After Tuesday evening, Chadwick had been adamant that you two had to refrain from sex, so that your eventual orgasms would be even more powerful.

The clock finally struck 5:00 p.m., and you were the first one out of the door. You rushed to your car, and shoved your key in the ignition. As if on cue, you phone pinged--it was a message from Chadwick. ‘You’re probably rushing to get home right now...relax, love. We have all evening, and all weekend if I don’t wear you out tonight. Just drive safely. I love you.’ It’s like he always knew the right thing to say. The anxious jitters dissipated from your body, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You went to your sex playlist, and let Beyonce’s ‘Blow’ start you off on your way home.

The drive home had been leisurely, but the moment you pulled into your driveway, you felt butterflies tickling your tummy. “Here we go,” you whispered to yourself as you shut your car off. You were greeted by Marvin Gaye’s ‘Sexual Healing’ playing throughout the house. Rose petals were sprinkled on the floor, and you followed them as they led you through the house. When you reached your bedroom, Chadwick was nowhere to be seen. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you approached the petal covered bed. In the center, there was a small, white note that read, ‘shower, but don’t get dressed after, come lay face down on the bed instead. keep your eyes closed, love, you’re in my hands tonight’ You stripped quickly and hopped in the shower. After the quickest shower of your life, you dried off and did as you were told. You realized the music had been turned off, but you couldn’t remember when. Your mind was racing. ‘Where is Chadwick?’ ‘What does he have planned?’ ‘Oh God what did I get myself into?’ Your thoughts were beginning to overwhelm you.

“I swear, I can hear you overthinking,”  Chadwick’s smooth voice sliced through your anxiety. “That’s why I decided to start tonight off like this.” You heard him getting closer and closer to you. You soon felt his weight dip the bed just a little, and you tensed when his hand caressed your face. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, suddenly right next to your ear. He nibbled on it, and you inhaled sharply. He moved, and you could feel him straddling your back. His strong hands slid up and down the length of your spine lightly. “See baby, tonight is all about making you feel good. First, a massage to ease your muscles from a hard day’s work.” His hands paused, and you felt him shift. When his long, deft fingers returned, they were slick with oil.

His hands were working magic on your shoulders. He was working out every knot and kink that met his fingers. You let out an involuntary moan.

“That’s it,” Chadwick said in his deep, seductive tone. His hands moved lower, again running up and down your spine. This time he was moving much slower, more deliberately. Chadwick couldn’t help but admire your smooth, brown skin. He found himself mesmerized by how the oil made your back glisten in the dim lighting. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they journeyed lower. They reached your perfect, rounded ass. His fingers followed the maps made in your skin by stretch marks. He grabbed each cheek in his large palms, and he massaged in a circular motion, giving him peeks of his coveted prize between your legs. His dick was starting to take interest, and Chadwick knew he wouldn’t be able to execute his plans if he continued at this pace.

“Second,” the sound of his voice startled you out of your trance of relaxation. Chadwick lightly chuckled at your twitch. His hands continued down your legs, kneading and rubbing. “I’m going to blindfold you. Then I’m going to cuff your arms and legs to each corner of this bed, and you’re going to love it.” Your legs clenched and your pussy gushed causing Chadwick to smirk. “Are you ready?” You tried to nod. “Use your words, baby,” he demanded.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned out. Chadwick groaned out. He slid his hands slowly back up your body, and then you felt his weight shift off the bed. He flipped you over, and your eyes flew open. You were met with Chadwick’s hungry graze.

“Did I saw you could open your eyes,” he growled out as he rushed towards you.

“Fuck,” you gasped out. Chadwick took your face into his hands.

“I’ll let it slide, this time,” he said as he pulled you face to meet his. His lips lead yours in a rough, possessive kiss. He pulled back and the two of you made eye contact that was nothing short of electric. You leaned in again for another kiss. This one was sweet yet still full of passion. Chadwick pulled back, cutting the gentle reprieve short.

“(Y/N), I love you. Tonight is for you. Say “yellow” and I’ll slow down or pause whatever I’m doing. Say “red” and the blindfold and the cuffs come off and I’m gonna make sure you’re okay. Do not hesitate to use those, baby. I want you to enjoy this okay?” he asked with such reverence and sincerity.

“Okay,” you gulped.

“Don’t be nervous. Imma take care of you. When you say you’re ready, I’ll be in total control, and we can start the fun,” he murmured as he kissed on your neck. You sucked in a huge breath and let it go.

“Alright, I’m ready,” you said. Chadwick left a quick peck on your lips before securing the blindfold around your eyes. He gently tugged your left arm up, and he fastened a silk knot around your wrist. He paid each limb the same delicate attention. When you were completely tied down, you tugged lightly on your restraints. Your pussy dripped when your realized this was really happening.

“Here’s the rules. You can moan, groan, and scream all you want, BUT the only words, other than your safe words, I want to hear are yes, please, and daddy. You got that?” his voice changed from the gentle timbre you were used to. This was authoritarian. This was new.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

“There ya go.”

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[laketaj24]

can i request an erik x reader fic where she joins his video games and whoops his ass so he thinks she’s cheating?

Cheater

Author’s Note: Been a while since I wrote some Erik but this little drabble fits into the FIRSTS SERIES, found in the Masterlist below!! Happy Reading! This was cute as hell.

Warnings: Language Light Smut

Pairings: College!Erik Stevens x Reader

Black Panther Masterlist

“Whatever T, you lost!” Erik said in the headset loud. He walked around the couch, talking as if his cousin was in front of him. He laughed and rolled his eyes. “whatever, you just mad cause I tapped that ass.”

You sat on the couch, lifting the spare controller. “What are you playing, and why are you so loud?”

Erik sat next to you, his leg barely touching yours and his hands on the controller. “You don’t know nothing about that.” He teased as he slid the controller off his head and smirked at you. “Don’t want to get your feelings hurt.”

“Excuse me?” You nearly cackled. You’d spent ample enough time watching him, and your brother play not to mention you played when you were younger. College had taken over, and between that and Erik, you had no time to do so.

He started the game. “Aight. Don’t cry to me when yo ass lose.”

“Tell you what.” You smirked and turned to him. You ran your fingers down the side of his face feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips. “If I win… you give me head.”

“And when I win? The confident grin surfaced his face. “I’m beating that ass up, Please Erik. No slow down, daddy whimpering and shit. You aint gone be able to walk.” He bit his lip in thought of what his plans were.

“Whatever E.”

The game went for an hour. Erik was decent, but your quick fingers lead you to victory, your avatar shoots the winning shot, and you jump up from the couch. “Hell yeah!!!!” You fist pump and then start your signature victory dance. Rolling your hips and shimmying.

“Hell no, you cheating.”

“I’m cheating?” You laughed. “You netter drop to your knees, Mr. Stevens, and let me see them lips work.”

“Nah.” He folded his arms over his chest, and his lips formed a small pout. “How you hit that shot?”

“Oh, my God.” You shook your head and turned to him. “You seriously out here mad as hell that your girlfriend.” You flourished your body. “Beat that ass.”

“Whatever.” Erik pulled you near him, placing your back on the leather sectional and spread your legs. “I’m only doing this because I’m a man of my word. “ He swiped his tongue over his full lips.

“You only doing this because you lost.” You jumped when his teeth sunk into your thigh, tugging at the stretchy fabric.

“Yo ass cheated.” He tugged your leggings and pants to your ankles and then leaned forward. He pushed his tongue, passed your lips, and then flicked it over your clit. “But, I forgive you this time.”

Your back bowed from the couch when his lips latched onto your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure when he sucked. “Oh fuck daddy.” You moaned as you threaded the dreads atop his head. Your body sunk into the sectional, and you relished the pleasure he gave you.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature Pt.1

Summary:T’Challa Udaku has a secret. He’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is a short story I wrote about a month ago and posted to Wattpad. It’s all completed and I’ll be posting weekly. Just let me know if you want to be on the taglist for all my stories. Hope you enjoy! ✨

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Looking out, across the nighttime

The city winks a sleepless eye

Hear her voice, shake my window

Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out, into the nighttime

Four walls won't hold me tonight

-Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa Udaku was lying. He had been for some time now. He felt like a Gemini twin. One side here with a life in Wakanda and another with a life in the States. Now he was a king, and he had no time for lying. He had a country that looked up to him and there’d be no time after this moment for anything to blow up in his face. He twisted the chain around his neck and sighed. He glanced at the clock. It was midnight, on what should have been the happiest day of his young life. Except it wasn’t. His phone pinged and he grabbed it off of the nightstand.

Queen: I know it’s late, I hope your business trip is going well. Call me when you wake up. I love you. Sweet dreams my love.

“Business trip,” the king sighed. “Another lie for the ages,” he thought. Deciding he wouldn’t get any sleep in his room he threw on some clothes and decided to go for a drive. He ignored the offers of accompaniment from multiple guards and Dora Milaje before pulling out onto the streets. A small smile graced the king’s face as he drove through his hometown. Several of the clubs and restaurants were in full swing. People laughed and danced inside and outside of the establishments. He drove around the city center for a while, before deciding he needed to be alone. He drove to the edge of the city and headed off-road. Twenty minutes into his bumpy trek, the king pulled up outside of the Temple of Bast. The building scanned his vibranium birthmark before allowing him access to her silent depths. The king’s footsteps echoed on the stone floor as he made his way to the garden of the heart-shaped herb. He took a seat on the edge of the stone walkway and let his feet sink into the water at the side.

“My king, you are here late,” The high priestess’s voice startled the new king. “Anai, I did not know anyone would be here tonight. I apologize if I am disrupting you.”

Anai smiled. “It is no problem, the flower is it’s most active and vulnerable at night. It is the best time to tend to the plants. It is also nice to be here when no one has much need of me. Zuri taught me that. There was something about this building that gave him peace, he hoped it would one day do the same for me.”

“Has it?” T’Challa asked. “It has kumkani wam,” the older woman smiled before making her way to stand closer to the king. “I assume that tonight it has found you looking for solace as well.”

“I used to come here and ask the advice of Zuri as a young boy, I thought being here might give me some clarity of mind,” the king confessed.

“Well, I am no Zuri, but I might offer my own advice if you wish.” Anai offered. “I do not want to draw you away from your work Anai.”

“Advising my king is part of my work. Besides, I am sure the herb will be glad to be rid of my incessant pruning for the night.” Anai smiled and gestured toward her office. The king stood and followed the priestess into a small office. She took a seat in a small alcove carved into the wall. T’Challa opted for a chair that twirled slightly as it hung from the ceiling. “What is troubling you kumkani wam?”

“I have a dilemma that will hurt multiple people that I love. I know it is not right, but I have been lying to all of the people involved and I am afraid that me being king will make the situation for one of them worse. I am at a crossroads with how to go about rectifying the situation. I want to be honest, but do not know where to begin.”

“I am afraid that undoing the damage done by a lie is not easy my king. Ultimately someone will be hurt, lest you start another lie to soften the blow of the other. Though, I do not encourage that.” Anai clarified.

“I know, but at this point, my deception is so complex and layered that I am not sure where to begin unraveling the web.”

“Every knot or web has one string that when pulled, will undo the whole set up yes?” The king nodded his understanding. “I would not pull that string first. I would decide who in the scenario should be the first to know. Whoever will be hurt the most by this news, is who you should address first. After that person is made aware, then you will have someone else to help you decide who you should tell next.”

“I think that is something I have known, but not wanted to admit.” The king sighed. “Then your heart is leading you in the right direction. Your earnestness in correcting this error means that you care. Believe it or not, you are still a good person. Just keep patience in your pocket, especially when people are hurt. Be aware they may say something they do not mean.” Anai advised.

The king stood. “Thank you, Anai.”

“Anytime Kumkani wam. I hope you enjoyed your festivities. One more week and all of the fun stuff is over,” Anai smiled, “At least for a little while.”

The king smiled his thanks before finding his way out of the temple. He checked his kimoyo beads for the time. 2:15 A.M.

He knew that he should head back before Okoye had the Dora Milaje deployed to search for him, but he had one more place to go. He turned away from his car and started the hike up the hill behind the temple. The heavens shined above as he wove his way through the grass and around the rocks along the hillside. When he reached the top the quiet roar of warrior falls calmed his thoughts. He took a seat on the edge and thought back to her. His love. His heart longed to bring her here, and hopefully one day soon he could, but for now, he needed to talk to someone else. “Baba, Zuri-” the king called into the heavens, “I know you are both up there and I could use some advice. I know that you all are watching me. This means that you probably already know of my deception, but I am tired of living that life. I want to make it right, do the honorable thing. Like an honest man, and king.”

T’Challa looked down at the grass beneath him, “Please, give me strength. A sign to if you will. A sign to show me that I am going about this the right way. I am going to leave in the morning to start making it right. I have to get this right. She means too much to me.” T’Challa sighed. His beads hummed on his wrist and he instantly knew sneaking back in was no longer an option.

He turned his wrist over and Okoye’s face appeared in the hologram. “T’Challa! Where are you? It is 3:30 in the morning for Bast’s sake. A panther is missing from the menagerie and we need your assistance in locating it. I look into your room and what do I find? An empty bed. None of your guardsmen knew where you had gone!”

“I appreciate your worry Okoye, but I am a grown man. I can take care of myself,” the King teased. A rustle floated through the air and T’Challa turned towards the sound, his suit silently covering his body. A panther emerged from the darkness and sat in front of the king before beginning to purr. A vibranium chip glowed in the vein of its left ear. “I have located the panther Okoye. I will meet you and the specialists at the temple of Bast.”

“Very well-” T’Challa hung up before Okoye could continue. “Looks like you and I will be in trouble tonight,” the king rubbed the large cat between its ears. “Thank you, Baba. You too Zuri,” The king called into the darkness once more. A shooting star flew past as the king smiled. He began the walk back to the temple, the panther in tow. As they got closer to the temple the king gathered his courage. When they made it back to where his car was located the panther’s caretakers escorted the large animal away before T’Challa was met with Okoye.

“What kept you up tonight?” The general started, leaning on the car next to her king. “I have to leave in the morning,” T’Challa revealed, turning to glance at his general and best friend.

“Where could you possibly have to go?”

“That is for only me to know at this moment general. I will be going alone. It is a personal matter, not diplomatic or dangerous.”

“Any time you fly an airplane it is a dangerous journey,” the woman teased. “Oh shut up,” the king laughed.

“Will you be back in time for the start of the coronation festival?” Okoye asked once the laughter died down. The king nodded, “I will have to be. When I return I will explain everything that kept me up tonight.”

“Good. I hope you find the peace you are looking for kumkani wam.”

“It is not my peace I am worried about,” The king sighed. Okoye frowned but crossed her arms in salute. The king watched as she got back in her own vehicle and pulled off, leaving the king to make his own way home.

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature 2

Summary:T’Challa’s got a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part 2. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

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If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

If they say why (why?), why (why?)

Tell them that it's human nature

Why (why?), why (why?), does he do me that way?

~ Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

Me: I know it’s late, I hope your business trip is going well. Call me when you wake up. I love you. Sweet dreams my love.

“Girl I know you aren’t texting him still. It’s probably after midnight over there.”

Naomi looked up as her friends chastised her. “Is it a crime to miss my husband?” Naomi cocked her hip.

“No, but that’s why we’re here. Besides, he had to leave for work like this when y’all were dating too. You should be used to it girl. You know what you signed up for.” a young toffee skinned woman sassed back. Tasha Johnson had no problem speaking her mind. That was precisely the reason that she and Naomi got along so well. They kept it real with each other, but were always there to support and encourage the other when the situation called for it.

Naomi knew she was right, she was usually right. Every time T’Challa had to go away like this, she would take the opportunity to invite her friends over for the night. They were only partially right though, she did miss her new husband, but she also missed living with her girls. She had lived with them up until she and T’Challa got married a few months ago. With her husband being gone so often, she wasn’t used to being alone. “That doesn’t make the separation any easier,” Naomi argued.

“Then why don’t you ask to go with him next time?” Gabrielle offered from her seat at the island. Gabrielle Hall was Naomi’s oldest friend. To be fair, she only outranked Tasha by a few months, but time had never mattered with these two. Gabrielle was Naomi’s roommate at Clark Atlanta University freshmen year. They instantly hit it off and with Tasha living across the hall, roommate less after her roommate left the school, the three became fast friends.

Naomi turned off the stove before replying. “You think I can?” She turned and grabbed three bowls from the cabinet. “Uh duh sis, you got wifey status now. With that big ole rock on your finger.” Tasha chimed in. “Still, United Nations stuff might be kinda private,” Naomi reasoned.

“As long as you buy your own ticket, it shouldn’t be that big of a problem. It’s not like y’all will need a separate room.” Gabrielle replied.

“Right, you don’t have to go to work with him, but homeboy be going to some nice places. Make a little vacation out of it. And I’m sure he’d be happy to have a little piece of home with him.” Tasha reassured. Naomi hummed in response. She placed even helpings of pasta in each of the bowls and handed them out. “I’ll think about it,” Naomi promised, settling at the dining room table.

“So what else is on the ‘keep Naomi from texting her future baby daddy’ agenda?” Gabrielle teased. “Well I could use some help with wedding planning-,” Naomi trailed off as her friends groaned. “Oh come on y’all, you’re supposed to be my maids of honor. This is maid of honor work.”

“But like isn’t this what you do for a living? Plan other people’s weddings?” Tasha asked. Naomi twirled the pasta around her spoon. “I mean yeah, but it’s apparently a lot easier when it’s not your own wedding,” Naomi mumbled before lifting the pasta to her lips. “Well, it should be a little less stressful,” Gabrielle comforted, “ y’all did the hard part already.”

“True, the courthouse should take off a lot of pressure.” Tasha echoed her friend. “Yeah, but this time all of our friends and family will be there. I just want everything to look great and have fun. I want it to feel like us.” Naomi explained.

“And it will,” Gabrielle offered. “It’ll be as bougie and black as y’all make it. You’re on top of your career, and so is he.” Tasha hyped. “Exactly, you are the woman who planned Beyonce’s vow renewal. You can definitely do this.” Gabrielle added.

“Thanks, but I would still like y’all’s help,” Naomi pouted.

“Fine-” “We’d love to-” Tasha and Gabrielle started at the same time. Naomi laughed.

“What do you need help with girl,” Gabrielle elbowed Tasha. “We have to choose the venue. They all offer something different but I just can’t decide. They’re all within walking distance of the reception hall, you know so that guests will hopefully participate in the second line parade.”

“Wait, the bridesmaids get a change of shoes for this part right,” Tasha interrupted. “Girl that is so not the point,” Gabrielle laughed. Naomi shook her head, “Anyway, these are the options,” Naomi pulled up the list on her phone and the group got to work. Hours later the women found themselves lounging on the couch. “Are you gonna include T’Challa’s family in this?” Gabrielle interrupted the comfortable silence of the room. “I don’t know yet, he hasn’t really talked much about inviting his family. He said he might try to see them on this trip.” Naomi replied.

“Well, if he wants them here, you should try to include his little sister, maybe as a bridesmaid. She’s what 18,19?” Gabrielle continued. “Yeah, he said she turned 18 a few months ago,” Naomi confirmed. “Good, it’ll be a great gesture if it can happen.” Gabrielle finished.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him about it when he gets back.”

“Have you guys set an official date for the wedding?”

“It really comes down to what day the venue is open. So we’re pretty flexible. Like y’all said, we’re already married, this is just the fun part.” Naomi shrugged, wiggling into a more comfortable spot on her part of the large sectional. “What about the honeymoon?” Tasha questioned. “We don’t know yet either, we have to see how long he can take off. Also realizing that if something goes down, he could be called into work.” Naomi frowned at the thought.

“I guess there’s no rest for everyone’s favorite United Nations ambassador,” Gabrielle teased.

“I guess not,” Naomi laughed. Tash sat up from her position on the chaise, “The real question is where are we going for this bachelorette party?”

“I was thinking Greece,” Naomi smiled, “Ride some horses on the ocean and sightsee. Mostly hang out on the beach. But we gotta go to the Parthenon y’all.”

“Oh god, she’s gonna turn the party into a history tour,” Tasha groaned. “Shut up,” Naomi threw a pillow at her friend.

“You know the strip club and bar scene isn’t really her thing, besides she’s already married. With a husband like T’Challa, I’d be surprised if any stripper could measure up anyway.” Gabrielle teased.

“Moving on,” Naomi loudly announced as Tasha cracked up on the carpet. “Ha ha ha,” Naomi deadpanned. Gabrielle shrugged, “I’m just speaking the truth. Besides, Greece sounds great. Who’s going?”

“I was thinking just us, and I guess T’Challa’s sister if she wants to go. Maybe, Natalie and Bey if they can get away. Nothing huge.” Naomi revealed. The bride to be again stood up and stretched. “Still can’t believe I’m gonna be in a wedding with Beyoncé” Tasha sighed. “You act like didn’t meet her at the engagement party,” Gabrielle yawned. “It’s still a major milestone for me,” Tasha sat up.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. Y’all know where the rooms are. Night.” Naomi yawned before trudging up the stairs, blanket over her head. “Night,” Tasha and Gabrielle called before following suit. Once in her room, Naomi picked up the picture of her and T’Challa at the courthouse on their wedding day. He was pressing a kiss to her cheek as she grinned. With his hand wrapped around her waist, she flashed her diamond ring for the camera to see. The happiness in the picture was contagious. A grin spread across her own face before she face-planted into their bed.

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[airis-paris14]

I’m back from the dead! And this time I come bearing gifts! I’ve got a story that I posted on Wattpad and just never transferred on to tumblr. It’s currently being re-edited, with a much better and plausible plot line, so it’s a pretty much brand new story. I’ve also got a new chapter of Dress Up ready. Shit is about to get real in that story. I’ve also redone my master list in order to republish it here. So no more searching of tags, I’ll put it all in one spot for you. And last but not least, I’ve been seriously slacking on Redemption updates and a new chapter is at the top of my to-dos. I truly hope you all enjoy the goodies!

P.S. Human Nature might be put on hold for a brief second. I know I know. There’s only one chapter left. But I might write a new one because the ending feels just a tad to abrupt and out of nowhere. The new chapter is at the end of my to do list, but I hope the new things mentioned above make up for it.

New (to tumblr) Book Cover

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who’s spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T’Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature 3

Summary: He has a secret and he’s tired of loving her in secret.

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s part three of the short story. I hope you enjoy! I also tried out a new banner graphic.

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See that girl, she knows I'm watching

She likes the way I stare...

I like livin' this way

I like lovin' this way

- Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

T’Challa grinned as his car pulled into the driveway. He grabbed his suitcase and prepared to surprise Naomi. He’d purposely not called her back this morning and instead flew the first jet he could get his hands on over here. Though he had taken Okoye’s advice and asked one of the pilots to fly him due to his lack of sleep. He took out his keys, and smiled as he heard the bass line of a song bouncing through the house. He turned the key and pushed open his door, grateful that the music would hide his presence for a few seconds more. He shut the white door quietly and left his suitcases by the doors. He slipped off his shoes and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The previous song had ended and he heard her sing along to the intro of the new one. “I am a single QUEEN!,” the king laughed, recognizing the track from one of her recent obsessions. “Oh so you’re single now,” T’Challa teased, giving away his presence. “T’Challa!” Her whole face lit up once it registered that he was standing in front of her. She ran over to him and he scooped her up in his arms. She grinned as he covered her face with kisses. “Hey baby,” he finally replied, placing her back on her own feet. 

“Hi, you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.” 

“I know, I finished my work early and I wanted to surprise you,” the king smiled then cleared his throat, “there’s also something I need to talk to you about, but it can’t wait for a little while longer.”

Naomi’s smile fell, “Okay. I was cooking some leftovers from dinner last night, you want some?” Naomi walked back into the kitchen. T’Challa nodded and simply drank the sight of her in. Her hair was pulled into a large puff and she wore sweats and a t-shirt. She looked absolutely stunning. The new king took a seat and watched as she filled a bowl with pasta for him. Once she was done filling her own bowl. She turned off the oven and walked both dishes over to the island. She took a seat next to him and smiled. 

“How was work?” She asked. 

“It was great actually,” T’Challa twirled some of the pasta around his fork. “I actually got a promotion that I can’t wait to tell you about, later.” Naomi smiled. That's amazing baby! I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

Somehow I doubt that the king thought to himself. “What about you?” he asked his wife. “It was good, I finished up that really big wedding I was telling you about. It was really sweet and surprisingly went off with very few problems.”

 T’Challa grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed it. “You do it every time baby.” Naomi blushed and it caused the man to chuckle. “I also worked with the girls on our wedding,” Naomi revealed. 

“How’d that go? Did you have a venue that you liked?”

“Yeah we narrowed it down to two, I wanted to make the final decision with you though. I’ll pull the profile on them and we can decide now if you want.” 

“Let’s save that for later,” T’Challa smiled.

 “Okay,” Naomi sat back down. “I wanted to ask you though, do you think that I could go on your next work trip with you? I know I probably can’t go work with you. But I could buy my own ticket and I could explore the city and just hang out with you whenever you have free time.”

“I am so glad that you said that. I’m going back home and I want you to come with me,” the king revealed. He knew that this was not the way to address the problem but it felt so much easier than telling the truth. His heart broke a little more as he watched a grin spread across his lover’s face. He needed to start telling the truth soon, or he’d be in too deep. 

“Speaking of home-” Naomi started, “I wanted to know if you wanted to have your family at the wedding. We could start putting away some money for their plane tickets, and I wanted to include your little sister in the wedding party if they were gonna be there. She’s my family too now you know.” Naomi looked up expectantly but T’Challa’s heart was exploding. That right there was why he married this woman. She was intelligent, funny, goofy, and unbelievably caring and generous. He knew that now was the time for him to start telling the truth. He pushed his now empty plate back off the counter.

“That’s actually one of the things that we need to talk about,” the king started. He grabbed him and Naomi’s now empty bowls. T’challa rinsed and placed them in the sink. All the while he felt the heaviness of his statement and Naomi’s eyes following him. “Let’s go in the living room eh?” He grabbed his wife’s hands and pulled her into the living room. 

Once they were settled he took a deep breath. “Baby what’s wrong?” the king felt her hand lightly lift his chin. “This is not easy for me to tell you Nay, but I already regret that we got married and I haven’t told you the truth. I didn’t tell you everything from the jump for selfish reasons, but I am getting ahead of myself.”

Naomi frowned. 

“I do work with the United Nations, that much is true. Every time I told you I was on a work trip I was telling the truth. I was at a United Nations meeting every time. Except this last one. I am not a united nation’s ambassador, I am a leader baby. A nation leader. I am the Leader of the nation of Wakanda.” Naomi’s face took on shock then amusement, “Stop it,” Naomi laughed before realizing he wasn’t laughing with her. 

“What do you mean you are the leader of the Nation of Wakanda T’Challa. Wakanda is a monarchy, you told me so. Or were you lying about that too?”

T’Challa frowned, “When you met me at Essence Fest baby, I was Prince T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda, heir to the throne. I was there with my sister Shuri. Princess Shuri.”

“So when you say you got a promotion-”

“My father passed away, which is why I had to go off for business. I am king now.” 

Naomi let her head fall into her hands. She dragged them down her face as she stood up. “You expect me to believe that I married the prince, no king, of fucking Wakanda! Not to mention that your father, whom you said you hadn’t seen in years passed away and you didn’t tell me, your wife!” The woman fumed. Her hand now covering her mouth in anger and disbelief. “I was supposed to be there for you T’Challa. Comfort you!”

T’Challa watched, guilt taking over as she tried to come to terms with everything. “So you waltzed home early to tell me that surprise you’re a fucking KING and your father DIED and that what I’m a queen?!” 

T’Challa was at a crossroads. Accepting that any response, including no response, would elicit more anger, he cut his losses. “In a more complicated way, but yes. Naomi, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you dare ‘I’m sorry me’ T’Challa Udaku, I am pissed. Pissed because I don’t know my husband. The man I fucking promised the rest of my life to. I gave my life to you, and the life I thought we were going to have was half-lie, and the other half just went up in smoke. I mean, we are getting ‘married’ next year. If your father hadn’t died would you even be telling me this? You’d just let us build a life together, me thinking you haven’t seen your family in years. Do you know how hurt I am and for what? Why would you not tell me who you are T’Challa? I told you everything. I married you. I became your wife. I’m going to give you children one day and you wouldn’t have told me that they were in line for a throne halfway across the world.”

“I don’t know what to say, Naomi. I didn’t tell you because I enjoyed not being the prince of Wakanda for once. We had fun that weekend, you didn’t know who I was and I enjoyed just getting to be T’Challa. Wakanda was still pretty closed off so I knew that most people wouldn’t know who I was and tell you. It was selfish and I am so sorry for building this life on a lie, but I am not a lie. The man you fell in love with is still here. Should it matter that I have this title?”

“The title isn’t the problem T’Challa,” Naomi dropped back on to the couch next to her husband, tears running down her face, “the problem is that you lied to me, and now there’s this position that I am going to have to fill that I had no idea about. And, I’m guessing the king can’t live in a different country?”

T’Challa’s face said it all. “That’s where the trip comes in. This week is coronation week in Wakanda. The festival starts tomorrow and I want you to come with me. The decision is yours though, if you want a divorce, we are not ‘legally married’ in Wakanda, so if you do not want to stay with me I understand.

“T’Challa, are you stupid, or are you dumb?” The king and his wife chuckled lightly, “I signed up for better or for worse. Richer and poorer. I’m coming with you, I just don’t like all of the lies that are unraveling right now.” 

“I promise that, that is all of them. Now I just have to explain this to my family and friends back home. I am sure they will adore you, but everyone is going to be very upset with me. I needed you to know first though. We needed to be in this together. You deserved to know first.” 

Naomi nodded and sighed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. “I’m pissed, but I love you T’Challa Udaku.”

“I am glad. That you love me Naomi Udaku. I am head over heels in love with you too.” The king kissed the crown of her head. She patted his thigh, “Help me pack,” she groaned standing up off the couch. “Of course my love,” he stood and followed her into their room. 

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If I can still send in a holday request. Could request "kids and Chrismas with Erik Killmonger? and/or Christmas shoppin with T'Challa? I always enjoy your work!!!

Authors Note: I’m sorry these are coming later than I wanted! I had to work and all this mess!! Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas with Erik/Kids

Erik is all about making sure the kids have everything that ever wanted.

Buys them gifts they didn’t even ask for and then more. “They don’t even need that!” You gripe as he pushes the presents in the bag. Erik looks at you. “Aight,” takes the presents out. “I’ll take them back with your gifts too.”

He gets matching pajamas, house shoes and all that.

Plans a dance off. “We taking teams!” He points to the only boy. “Lil E, you with me! Ladies with your mom!! She gone need help!”

Does the dance off and rap off and let’s the girls win once his youngest starts crying. Dances with them to “This Christmas.” Singing all the notes wrong.

The king of Ginger bread houses. Makes them elaborate as hell. Lil E is just like him making the same house just smaller

Every Christmas he watches The Grinch with them, knows the words.

Before the end of the night he makes Cookies with them for Santa while Santa Claus goes to the Ghetto by James Brown

Reads them bed time stories and ends up sleeping with them until it’s time to bring the gifts down

You and him dance in the living room while he tells you sweet lines. “You know I got your gift right?” Slightly would grind against you causing you to get flustered.

Drinks Crown shots with you until you both end up laying on the couch. “If we fuck they ain’t gone hear.” He’d whisper. You laugh. “They can hear a pen drop baby, they’re not sleep.”

Reverts to helping you cook Christmas dinner. Not good at helping really just stands around tasting everything you have cooked.

He’s the first to wake up the kids in the morning, “y’all get up! I think that nig-“ you pop his hand. “Santa left y’all something... hustle up”

Watches the kids excitedly, nudging you every time they like something.

His father comes over sharing gifts with the kids and talking politics with Erik

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W with the Black Panther boys if possible, pls and thanks!

Whisper (Quiet Sex) Black Panther

Author’s Note: Fonna finish up my straddling requests from the A-Z Kinks Posts!!! I hope you enjoy! Likes, replies and reblogs cherished! Taglist open! Requests open.

Warnings: Smut

T’Challa

T’Challa is the king of stealth himself, being quiet is easy for him, just not for you

You two would be in the theater posted way in the back watching a movie he didn’t want to really see anyway

“Do you think I could make you cum, and you say nothing?”

You’d move in your seat, clenching your thighs, already excited just from the thought. “I don’t see why not?” You’d whisper.

“I bet you’d make noise.” He smiled charmingly.

“How much?”

T’Challa would lift you from your seat and make you straddle him. And you’d realize his request for a dress has ulterior motives a

Here you are five years into this thing and you were still like teenagers,

It started off with teasing, his hands explored your body and you were quiet. You sprinkled kissed on his neck and rubbed yourself on his thigh.

He watched as you took yourself there then haunted you, he silently unbuttoned his pants and pushed your panties to side.

He felt you were slick, already waiting for him and in seconds he was holt deep clamping his hand over your mouth as he started to fuck you

You didn’t have to work, he done that for you, fucking up into you in a pace so slow you thought you’d explode.

Whimpers escaped, but no one around noticed to your surprise.

Erik

“She’s finally down!” You referred you your courageous toddler. She was in the other room and for the first time today she’d fell asleep

“About time.” Erik emerged from the bathroom with the black towel draped around his waist and the water still flowing.

Erik enjoyed fatherhood and being married to you but he missed the old days of being able to fuck you whenever and however he wanted.

He’d move towards you laying flat on the bed. “We could take advantage of this shit?” He kept his voice low

You wanted to, but she never really went down without a fight. Your daughter was Erik’s twin. One move and she was whining. “No, sir.”

“Man come on.” He would sneakily kiss the inner slope of your thighs. Erik liked hearing you moan. The thought of it alone made him hard. His fingers would tug at the seam of your panties until his teeth replaced them. His full lips would suck on your clit and he’d wait for you to moan, only you wouldn’t make a sound

You’d clench the sheets and lock your legs around your head. That wouldn’t stop him.

M’Baku

Mbaku is sneaky, especially around your parents. The holidays would be you and him sleeping at your parents house.

He’d move closer to you, wrapping his heavy arms around your body. His heat would for certain be a comfort.

“You think they’re sleep.” Mbaku chuckles in your ear

“No! This bed is too loud.” You hissed while playfully slapping his arm

“We can move to the floor.” Mbaku laughs and his thick leg nudges yours apart pulling you closer to him.

He loved to spoon and the thought of fucking you from behind in your parents home was all but a challenge.

You’d try not to fall into his trap but you would fail as he stealthily tugged you’re pants down and brought your back to his chest.

He’d push into you slowly, so that you could feel every inch but also the bed wouldn’t wake up the house

You’d fuck back onto him, biting the pillow to keep from wailing as he fucked you.

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Enough

Authors Note: I got called out and thought I wrote Erik’s but I didn’t and for that I am sooo sorry. Y’all voted in that poll and I only wrote Thor!!! Soooooooooooo here it is. I had to look back to find it! Here’s the request!!

Summary: Whiny reader is not down for the partying, she wanna go home and sleep but Erik finds ways to pursuade her to stay.

Warnings: None. Fluff. 😻😻 (Drabble)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger X Reader

The party was packed and normally you’d be the life of it but it wasn’t your damn night. Your feet ached, you wanted to go home. Erik’s arms were draped around your body and your body was flush against his and he was swaying to the music.

“Why those lips out?” He whispered. His lips trail the line of your neck and you lean back into. You felt comfort in his arms but not enough to not admit your exhaustion.

“I’m ready to go.”

“This party just started ma, we’ve been in that house all damn day.”

Erik nipped at your ear. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl... I’ll let you ride my face until you cum.” His voice was low, layered with lust. He pulled you closer to him. “What you think?”

“We can stay.” You swooned into him.

“Aight.” He swayed with you leading you out to the floor. These were the people you’d hung out with in college, but life has changed for you all. Back then you could party with the best of them, drink Erik under the table and dance all damn night. This was now though.

You didn’t hesitate to dance with him, he sung the words to the song swinging you around playfully and you realized even though you were tired this was fun for him.

It was a short lived night, four dances, two games of spades and Erik was worn out. He wrapped you in his arms. “You didn’t have to stay.” He said.

“I wanted to, you was happy.”

“You wanted that mouth huh?”

“I didn’t want shit.” You pushed him as you two made your way to the car. “You looked like you were having fun. I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

“You couldn’t ruin anything for me, just being with you is enough.”

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Could you do a haunted house 👻 🎃 🏚 with Erik? Possibly leading to something else! Thank you sis ❤️

Author’s Note: Oooo Halloween. I’m down for it.

Warnings: Smut.

Haunted house with Erik

It’d be your idea because he is not down for being purposely scared 😂 “why the fuck are we gonna pay people to scare you. I can scare your ass at home, for free.”

Him hiding his nerves, known to be a tough guy but he really doesn’t want to go. “Don’t be all over me either. I ain’t saving you.”

Him complaining the entire way there, “I know damn well I’m getting ass for this shit.”

He’d naturally be pissed at every inconvenience that came up, including the line. “How King we gone be in this line?” You’d kiss his hand leaning into him. “Not long babe, calm down.”

Erik threatening the actors, before the tour even starts. “I’m telling you right fucking now... I’m hitting the first clown I see.”

The walk through of the house would start off with you two in the crowd. People jumping out at you but he wouldn’t flinch just stare at them and keep walking

He would be generally non phased even though you would be burying yourself in his chest, screaming

Your scream would for sure turn him on. “Damn ma, you don’t scream like that for me?”

“Shut up E.” Youd laugh trying not to look the zombie in the eye as he shielded you by him.

It would take ten minutes with him until he pulled you off into a closet. “What are we doing?”

“What you think?” He’d smile dragging his teeth over his full lips. “I wanna give you something g to really scream about.”

The door would close and without a warning he’d push you into the wall and lift your shirt up. His lips would latch on to your tit while his free hand gripped and squeezed the other causing a moan to escape. “You want this or you playing?”

You wouldn’t tell him now allowing him to worship your body with his hands and lips, the trail of his kisses leaving small tingles of pleasure until he reached the hem of your pants.

He’d tug them down and his fingers would trace over your swollen clit until they dived in your slick pussy. “Damn ma...”

He wouldn’t be able to stop himself as he drug his thick tongue from the top of your slit to your entrance.

His tongue would thrust into you while his fingers worked at your clit. He’d suck at your clit until your mewls melted into soft moans then full blown screams. And right when you were about to cum he’d stop kissing your lips so you could taste yourself. “You wanna get the fuck out of here or nah?”

Breathless you’d grin. “Take me home daddy.”

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