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#erik killmonger smut
yns-world · 1 year
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lion & lioness
title: lion & lioness
pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader
summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.
word count: 1k
warnings: reader death
a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3
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As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 
When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 
Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 
A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 
“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 
His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 
Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 
“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 
It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 
But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  
“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.
“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 
Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.
This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.
Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.
“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 
Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.
After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.
He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 
He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 
In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 
The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 
Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.
“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.
He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.
“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 
Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”
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Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 
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Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 
But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 
It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.
Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 
Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 
“Rest easy, my Queen.”
When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.
Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.
Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 
Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.
As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.
Leona. 
And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 
Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 
The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 
Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 
Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.
“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”
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clearlydiamondz · 4 months
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause
Erik!Stevens x Reader
After getting caught kissing Erik while he was in his Santa suit, Erik's and (Y/N)'s son is in complete distraught.
Just to get into the Christmas spirit ya know.
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"Ma, where is daddy?" her son, EJ replied with his toothbrush in his mouth. (Y/N) and EJ were in his bathroom, getting him ready to go to bed. It was Christmas Eve Eve (December 23rd), and (Y/N) was excited for the Holiday. It was their first Christmas in their newly built home, and she was determined to make it the best Christmas both Erik and EJ had.
The two of them grew up in Foster Care together. Knowing each other since they were 12 years old, they stuck together like glue. Erik was always her protector, damn near almost getting kicked out of their group home when he caused a fight about her.
She was his voice of reason. Her soothing voice and her logical thinking got Erik out of most of the trouble he got into. He always joked that if she was never in his life, he would most likely be in jail.
"Daddy went out to go help out a friend baby," she said moisturizing his hair. "Ooh lord, Ima have to braid this in the morning," she said grabbing his bonnet off the counter and placing it on.
"You don't get to..." he trailed off as she chuckled.
"Don't try and talk me out of it," she said tickling his sides as he giggled. "Alright, go get yourself in bed and I'll be in there in a minute" She started cleaning up around the sink. He nodded jumping off of his step stool and going across the hall to his room.
After she was finished, she walked to his room to see him on his bed, playing with his toy car. "Alright Munchkin.." she grabbed the toy placing it on his nightstand. She turned on his night light before tucking him into the bed.
"Is Christmas tomorrow?" your son asked. He was the most excited for Christmas, obviously. After Halloween, he was already talking about Christmas.
"No baby, it's in two days. So after tomorrow," she told him as he laid down.
"That's so long..." he whined with a pout. Even though he was four years old, it still surprised her how much of Erik's face he took. She didn't see an ounce of herself in him.
"It's literally less than 48 hours."
"I don't know how to tell time yet..." he said making her laugh.
"What I'm saying is that it's not the far baby. You will only have to go to sleep one more time after tonight. Then it's Christmas." she told him. His pouting face widened into a smile as his dimples showed.
"Really? Okay, I gotta go to bed," he said snuggling into his pillow as she chuckled. She stood up from his bed, grabbed his blanket, and pulled it over him. "Goodnight baby, I love you," she said kissing him on the cheek. He grabbed her head giving her a peck on the list before saying,
"I love you too." he yawned closing his eyes. She turned off his lights and shut the door. She walked downstairs grabbing herself a wine glass and a bottle of wine. She walked into the living room sat down and clocked a random true crime documentary on YouTube. She was watching for about an hour when the door opened. She paused it turning around and seeing Erik... in a Santa Costume.
"Hi?" she said in a questioning state with her head tilted.
"Don't ask," he said pointing towards her walking into the living room and sitting next to her. He plot down, and the red suit is opened in the front showing a white tank top with his gold chain.
"I'm tempted though," she said as he sighed.
"Angel called me about a toy drive at the group home on Elm Street." She pouted before saying,
"Why didn't you tell me, I would've gone," she replied as Erik sighed.
"Well it was kind of a last-minute thing, and plus I knew you were getting the house ready for everyone to come over," he said rubbing her thigh. "They were a great group of kids, it was so nice to see them get all happy." he chuckled as she smiled rubbing his cheek.
"I applaud you for doing what you did," she said smiling at him.
"It kinda reminded me of the group home we were at. I freaking hated Christmas." he sighed. She remembered those nights during the Holiday season. Seeing everyone at school with their new clothes and new devices while they had nothing. Not even a family dinner.
"Yeah... it kinda sucked didn't it," she said as he chuckled looking at her. "I'm just glad we turned out alright," he said grabbing her hand and squeezing it. She leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek, then on his lips. He deepened it, trailing his hands behind her neck and pulling her closer. She pulled away smiling at him as he started to kiss her on her neck.
"Is EJ upstairs?" he asked looking behind him at the staircase as she nodded.
"Yeah, he's been sleeping for about an hour." she bit her lip at him as he nodded. He let go of her thigh before leaning back into the sofa. He licked his lips one more time before looking up the stairs one more time.
"Ion knows if I've told you that you look real good today..." She looked down at her nightgown which was Grinch-themed that she found at Walmart. Her hair was already wrapped up in her bonnet and she had star pimple patches on her face.
"Uhh, what?" she chuckled looking down at her outfit once more.
"Come here." he grabbed her hand as she placed the wine glass on the table. She stood up walking in between his legs as he widened them.
"Ya know..." he started off placing his hands underneath her gown, slowly tracing up the inside of her thigh. "Maybe you should sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want.." he smirked at her. Licking her lips, she placed both of her knees on the side of his thighs as his hands found his way up underneath her dress and gripping her ass. She placed her arms on his shoulders before saying,
"I think I may have a few things in mind.." she trailed off playing with his gold chain. He grabbed the back of her bonnet, pulling it and biting her neck.
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EJ tossed and turned in his bed, but the excitement of Christmas was keeping him awake. He heard what he thought was the TV turning off until he heard his dad talking. He decided to stay in bed until Erik would come in and kiss him goodnight.
But he never came.
Impatient, he threw his blankets off of him, opened his door, and tip-toed down the hall. Going down the steps and looking over the banister, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He saw his mom sitting on Santa Claus's lap and kissing.
He gasped, (Y/N) pulling away and looking around to see where the noise came from. Eyes still wide, EJ ran up the stairs tears in his eyes.
"I'm gonna tell my daddy," he told himself.
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"Erik stop. Stop," she said pulling away from him as he continued the attack on her neck. "I think I just heard EJ.." she said looking behind the couch.
"Come on now, quit acting like you don't want this-" they heard a door slam upstairs as she jumped up. "Oh my god.. EJ, I think I heard him on the stairs," she said standing up and fixing herself.
"I'll go check on him," he said standing up as she stopped him.
"No, you look like Santa Clause. That's just going to ruin it. I'll go check on him." she said turning around before he smacked her ass and grabbed it. He wrapped his other arms around her waist pulling her to his chest and whispered,
"Don't think I'm done with you." she moaned closing her eyes before he let her go. Catching her balance from her knees buckling, she ran up the stairs to see how EJ was doing.
She slowly opened his door to see him facing the wall, lying down with his pillow in his arms. "EJ..." she whispered walking by the bed to see him squeezing his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. "Are you okay beloved?" she whispered bending down. Still no response. Sighing, she grabbed the blankets tucked him in and kissed him on his cheek, and exited the room. She walked down the hall to Erik's and her bedroom, her eyebrows furred in confusion.
"What happened," Erik asked taking off his boots.
"I think EJ saw us downstairs," she whispered to him walking towards the bed.
"I highly doubt it was anything scarring (Y/N). It wasn't like we were actually doing it." he chuckled before standing up and walking into their shared bathroom.
"I mean still... I don't want to expose him to that kind of stuff. He is way too young." she said worriedly.
"We kiss in front of him all the time. I don't think it's bad," he said taking off his white tank top only leaving him in his red Santa suit pants.
"That's different. We were making out, and you were touching me," she said, a slight blush creeping on her face as he smirked at her.
"I can touch you some more if you want," he said grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. She pushed him away,
"I'm serious Erik..." she trailed off as he sighed grabbing her shoulders.
"I don't think it's that serious. If EJ saw something and was bothered by it he'll let us know about it. Like he always does." he comforted her. It was technically true. (Y/N) took pride in her and Erik's parenting, letting him set boundaries for himself and not silencing him when he had questions.
"Yeah... your right." she sighed. "Maybe I'm just overthinking," she told herself before he kissed her on the forehead and then again on her lips. "Now come take a shower with me," he said grabbing her ass as she laughed.
"I already took a shower before you came."
"Well come take one with me.
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Erik and (Y/N) close friends came to the house to celebrate Christmas Eve with them. They were enjoying some old R & B music, and having a few drinks and food. EJ was outside with his "cousins", Erik was showing the guys his new gaming room while (Y/N) was in the living room with her friends drinking wine.
"This house is absolutely amazing." Her friend Sasha, gawked at her house as she smiled.
"Thank you. I mean Erik did most of the architectural design," she said looking up at the high ceilings. "But there are still some things we want to add. But we are going to wait until EJ is a little older so he's not bothered by it," she said.
"I bet you and Erik have been all over this place," Jela smirked at her drinking from her wine glass.
"I mean... I can't help it," she said with a giggle. "But I think EJ may have caught us last night," she said.
"Awe that poor baby, y'all need to learn to keep y'all hands off each other," Sasha said hitting her thigh.
"We weren't even doing anything. We were just making out, but he's been acting all strange towards me." she pouted. Usually, EJ and (Y/N) would make breakfast with each other. Today, he didn't want to do it with her. EJ wanted to make breakfast with Erik.
Then when it was time to do his hair, EJ kicked and screamed not wanting her to touch him. Erik had to put a sloppy ponytail on top of his head.
"He'll be fine. He'll forget it by the morning when he sees all those gifts." Jela replied. (Y/N) was about to respond but was cut off with Erik and everyone else coming downstairs.
"Okay Stevens.. that's a nice little setup you up there." Jela's fiance, Jordan replied.
"That's not even the finished product." he chuckled. "Where is EJ?" he looked at his wife as she pointed outside.
"They are outside playing." Right on cue, the kids ran into the living room, EJ jumping into his dad's arms as Erik lifted him up.
"Look at the little man right here." Sasha's boyfriend, Leo asked ticking EJ in Erik's arm as EJ giggled and squirmed. Erik put him down as he ran straight to his auntie Jela. Jela gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before saying,
"Are you excited for Santa to come?" Jela asked. Immediately his face turned into a frown then anger.
"I don't want his fat self to come to my house at all!" he yelled. The outburst caught everyone off guard, but more Erik and (Y/N).
"Beloved, what's wrong?" (Y/N) asked going to rub his back but he smacked her hand away.
"EJ!" she exclaimed. Erik grabbed his hand, pulling him away from Jela.
"EJ, come here." EJ started to cry, and you looked at Erik confusingly. "I don't want to ever catch you putting your hands on your mother you hear me?" Erik chastised him as EJ cried harder.
"I-I saw you!" he screamed at his mom, tears rushing down his face. Being a toddler, of course, he threw tantrums. But this was more than a tantrum. She could really see the hurt in his eyes.
"I saw you kissing Santa Clause last night!" he screamed. Realization started to sink in before Erik covered his mouth trying not to laugh in front of his son. (Y/N)'s reaction was the complete opposite. She was horrified.
"Ayo!" Leo busted out laughing. That really angered EJ because he took a B-line straight to Jordan.
"IT"S NOT FUNNY!" before he could reach to do his attack, (Y/N) stopped him by picking him up. "Let me down! I don't want to talk to you!" he screamed, managing to get out of your grasp and running up the stairs.
"Auntie (Y/N), you know Santa?" Your "niece" Cleo gushed in amusement.
"No sweetie. I don't know that man." she sighed. "I told you he saw us Erik!" she yelled at Erik as he finally let his laugh slip. "It's not funny!" she exclaimed, sounding just like her son. She ran up the stairs after him.
"I knew y'all was freaky but I ain't know y'all was that freaky," Jordan whispered in his ear so that the other kids didn't hear it. Erik laughed before walking up the stairs to see his wife trying to open EJ's door.
"EJ come out here. Let me talk to you," she said twisting the door nob, but it was locked. "Erik can you go downstairs and get the keys," she said still trying to get it open.
"I'm not going nowhere. But he is about to open this door." he walked to the door, her moving out of his way to see what he was going to do.
"EJ, I know you are upset but you know how I feel about locked doors. If I have to use a key to unlock it, it's gonna be me and you." There was a silence before he said,
"I just want to talk to you Daddy," he said at the door. (Y/N) sighed rubbing her forehead.
"Okay.. that's fine," Erik said as (Y/N) looked at him. "Look, I'll talk to him okay. He obviously isn't giving it up." he said. She looked at his door one more time before nodding.
"Okay." he gave her a kiss on the forehead before she left down stairs. "Okay. She's gone." Erik said. He slowly opened the door, Erik looking down and seeing his son's wet and teary face.
"Aww man.." Erik started to feel bad as he picked his son up. "Hey stop crying." he wiped his tears as EJ looked at him.
"Daddy, I went downstairs last night while you were gone, and I saw Ma sitting on Santa's lap and they were kissing.. for like a really long time," he said. Erik sighed sitting on the floor with EJ in his lap. "Why aren't you mad?" he sighed before saying,
"EJ, that wasn't Santa... that was me," he said. EJ's mouth dropped. "No no. I saw him. I saw his hat, and the red coat and everything." he said.
"I know. I was dressed up as Santa," he replied, EJ looking at him confused.
"Wait so Santa isn't real..." he trailed off, tears filling in his eyes.
"No Santa is real... but Santa can't always visit every child. So I help him by visiting them." he lied. "EJ your mom would never do that to me, and I wouldn't do that to her." he comforted him.
"How do you know?"
"Well.. me and your mom when we got married we made promises to each other. And we have trust in each other that we won't break it." Erik explained to him, but the look of confusion was still on his face.
"What's trust?"
"It's like.. it's when you believe in someone, right? So I believe in your mom to not hurt me, and your mom believes in me not to hurt her." he told her. EJ thought of it some more before he slowly nodded.
"Okay... okay it makes sense," he said sniffling.
"You know you are going to have to apologize to your mom right?" Erik said wiping the rest of EJ's tears. "I know you were upset, but you really hurt her feelings. You were being mean to her all this morning."
"I know.." he whispered looking down and playing with his hands. Erik stood up with the boy still in his arms, making his way to their bedroom. He found his wife in the closet looking for something. She looked up seeing him in Erik's arms before Erik stood in front of her. He put EJ down, kneeling next to him.
"EJ got something to say to you," Erik said. She kneeled in front of him before he started speaking.
"Mommy, I'm sorry for hitting and yelling at you," he whispered. "I won't do it again," he said. She pouted looking at him, seeing how guilty he looked. She grabbed him pulling in into a tight hug before kissing him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for apologizing beloved. I just want you to know that I would never do anything like that to your daddy, okay. I love him way too much to do such a thing." she said, moving the strands of hair that were in his face out of his face.
"I know, daddy told me that you guys trust each other," he said smiling as she smiled back.
"Ooh sounds like you learned a new word.." she said, acting surprised.
"I did! I did! A-And I trust you." he said as she smiled at him. Erik stood up grabbed him and placed him on the counter.
"And beloved.. if I ever do something to upset you, me, or your father, don't hesitate to let us know. It's better to talk about it than to just walk around angry, okay?" she told him as he nodded.
"Yeah, big fella.. don't be scared," Erik said tickling him as he laughed, with (Y/N) joining in and tickling him. "Alright, go in the living room with everyone else," Erik said placing him on the ground. He nodded running downstairs.
"We are never doing that again." She said. Erik winced at the statement.
"Well..." he trailed off.
"Erik, what did you do?"
"Well that whole little roleplaying thing last night did a little something.. so I went online and got you something. Well for me." he chuckled. He turned around grabbing an Amazon packet.
"How did you even-"
"Prime Delivery.." he smirked. She opened it to see an elf suit that was extremely explicit.
"C'mon, you know you want to be Santa's slutty helper," he said kissing her neck. She bit her lip but remembered that there was company downstairs
"Fine... but this happens upstairs," she warned him putting it back on the shelf. She turned around to leave,
"No problem!" he yelled after her.
"WITH THE DOOR LOCKED!"
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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OMG YOU WRITE FOR ERIK KILLMONGER!?!? Can I PLEASEEE request Erik Killmonger marking reader or like how he would mark reader (hickeys, Biting etc)
I actually haven't written just for him before but I do have another request for him.
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, marking, kissing, biting, teasing, licking
A/N: Erik is one of my favorite MCU antagonists, I was really surprised and happy to see him back in Wakanda Forever.
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Erik won't mark you unless you ask to be marked, and to tease you even more he asks you where you want him to mark you
Oh believe him, he wants to mark you, every inch of you in fact
But he holds back until he hears you ask properly
He knows your weak spots and knows you like him to focus on those a lot, however sometimes he avoids them deliberately to hear you grunting and moaning against him
A bit of a selfish streak on him, he doesn't want to leave too many marks where others can see
He's classy like that but you bet that everywhere that's covered is fair game from him
Loves to trace his fingers on your marks when he's done, seeing how you reach, hearing you sigh and moan and spread your legs in longing
What's wrong, do you want something else too?
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nareyacute101 · 1 year
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I Can Give You A Ride
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this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!
Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader
You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.
You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.
“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”
You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”
“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”
“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.
“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.
“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”
You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.
“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.
I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭
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ghostsprettymama · 1 year
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HIS PRINCESS
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Headcannons for Erik kilmonger (N’jadaka) in a new series coming due to voting.
Erik loving when you use the Theluji version of Xhosa (the same but its more rich, yet soft and fierce)
WOULD START ARGUEMENTS JUST SO YOU USE YOUR NATIVE TONGUE
He knows xhosa fluently, but pretends to not know it when you confess to him in xhosa.
USING HIS BIRTH NAME !!
it makes him bonkers.
Like. Deadass he loves you addressing him as N'jadaka, using any other name would make him think youre mad at him. you only used that name on him since you were four.
He likes the way it rolls off your tongue, would make you moan it during sex js to make him do what you want
"please Erik i need it please." "use my right name, you what to say baby." "fuck me nice n good N'Jadaka !" n he listens
WEAK SPOTS FOR U
He has a weak spot for when you wear your dresses and formal wear.
likes seeing you all high and mighty, HE LOVES. a woman in control
Making you cry in bed is his turn on, out of bed he gets so soft for you. " dont cry angel, youll get sick. dont let nobody make my Princess cry but me. just let me know who and ill handle it."
his love language?
Okay this man is so confusing
he switches love languages alot
like more then he should.
He would bring,make or buy gifts for you out of love and wouldnt expect anything back. this man will have statues carved for your beauty.
He reclaimed his title as one of the princes of wakanda , which equals to many women being envious, but Erik dresses you nice, then shows you off.
deffinently big on praising and physical intimacy.
for a "scary" guy he LOVES holding your hand or holding you in general, not a love language hes just an ass
EXTRAA
he indeed does sing
an amazing voice too
only sings you to sleep though
Fic : His Princess
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soufcakmistress · 9 months
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Temptress
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Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC
The intricate oil painting hanging on the wall threatened to fall by the incessant pounding of the bed frame. “I wonder what they’re serving at the pub tonight…” Sybil Freeman pondered as this sad soul rutted away between her legs. The Viscount Peters was one of her frequent visitors, and always tipped well. A lackluster lover, but always super sweet. The viscount shuddered and finally expelled into the sheepskin condom, with sighs of much awaited relief. Her corset has her abundant breasts grazing her chin, which have now spilled out from the romp that just ensued.
This is the part that the men come for. “Ooooh, the Viscount is feeling very frisky this evening. I’ll be sure to put those juniper berries in your wine every time we meet, sugar.” The short and dumpy nobleman always moseyed down her street for a bit of loving. Black and white men alike patronized the house—a house of nothing but Black bawds and whores.
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London is a long way from colonial Charleston. Sybil Ravenel was one of eleven children to an enslaved couple working the indigo crop on Edisto Island. Keen on her surroundings and fierce about her family, one particular overseer would always harass her. She was very shapely and purposely wore baggier clothes to conceal her body. She’d managed to make it this far without getting whipped or separated from her family. The overseer was tired of Sybil spurning him. Easter Day came and the slaves were able to take the day off for once. While everyone was congregated by the fire, Sybil was caught off guard and gagged and pulled around the tobacco barn. Little did that overseer know that Sybil had been preparing for that day.
She sharpened this stick every day and hid it in the waistline of her skirt. Today, she made good on her intentions and shoved the stick into his neck. “I the last Negro woman you try to push up on. Bastard.” Blood drenched her apron and bonnet, and she wrenched them off and hid them under her skirt. Scrambling to the slave quarters, she gathered up the few clothes she had, tied them up and ran towards the harbor with all of her might in the dead of night.
Sybil understood sex and how easy men were guiled once it entered a dynamic. Men had few motivations and if it didn’t involve money, food or sex, Sybil found they didn’t have much use past that. She wasn’t entirely sure of her age, but she was a woman full grown. She had no education but she had the will to live and extremely limited means to do so. Offering what she had between her legs was how she was able to convince the captain of a nearby merchant ship not to ring the alarm for a fugitive slave on the run. She sucked his pecker so good as a matter of fact, he gave her her own cabin, left to be undisturbed until the ship docked.
The manifest was set for London Harbor, with a large store of indigo posed for shipping to the British Isles. England outlawed slavery years ago and all Sybil can remember being in awe of how Black folks roamed so freely. London was expansive, a different feeling versus Charleston. Attempting to navigate the streets, she bumped into a striking woman, with incredible cheek bones and dwarfed almost every man. “Careful, darling. Yuh ‘ave to actually look where yuh walk in this city. Before yuh get trampled.”
Needless to say, her life was changed from then on out. Bellemere Almodovar. Born in Jamaica, she was purchased by Spanish spice traders in exchange for bushels of saffron. She was so beautiful that she was whisked away from the auction block to accompany a lord in the Spanish court in the Spanish royal seat in Madrid.
Bellemere took Sybil under her wing. Showed her the ropes, how to keep herself safe, how to articulate herself, and recognize what the means to the end was. Fuck the frogs until you find the prince. A marquis or a lord having you for his mistress meant security and stability. A binding contract between the two of you kept the relationship mutually beneficial at all times. You provide the cunny and ego stroking, he provides the lifestyle. It’s plain and simple as that.
Until then, Sybil would stack her money. Her and Bellemere have expanded their stable, with an extremely diverse group of Black women with various treasures to offer. Lola and Liza Ibeji, the Sierra Leonan twin Amazons liked to play with the kinky politicians on Downing street on every bank holiday who liked to be tied up and degraded. Sarah Macenroe was a biracial beauty from Ireland, looking for a new home since her last bawd kicked her out. She was a contortionist, and petite like a nymph who loved to stick her finger up a John’s bum. And Sybil’s best friend Janie Smith from Trinidad, always quick to cuss her in patois. She was plump and shaped like you and that brought you both closer. Janie learned that she did not have a gag reflex, allowing any man to aim his prick down her endless throat with no resistance.
And Sybil. Sybil’s prized possession was between her legs. It was wetter and tighter than anyone around, and was guaranteed to make any man lose his pride before he wanted to. Her blue fingertips were a marvel to gaze upon and added to the fantasy. These English nobles ached for the chance of sleeping with a liberated Negro woman from the colonies. Her life was easy now. Fuck her regulars, and live good. She was free. Free to eat in any cafe of her choosing. Led her girls into any social gathering with their heads high and guaranteed to garner whispers and gasps. Music to her ears.
As of late, Sybil had been bored to tears of the social scene. Janie had just snagged her keeper, and she’d been whisked to the northern countryside for the next month. On this particular occasion, Sybil’s carob skin emitted radiance unknown to this world with the midnight blue gown hugging her body close. Her scalp itched under the powdered wig, and she daintily threw back her 6th drink of the night. Her girls worked the room as always, prowling for the next kill, and yet Sybil couldn’t give a fuck about any of these men.
She grabbed her sachet, picked up the ends of her dress and sashayed to the terrace. Some fresh air was needed. A cigarette she already rolled was pulled out and heavy footsteps lurked behind her. “Is this seat taken?”
A puff of tobacco smoke billowed in front of her cherubic face. A pleasant surprise that a Black man with a familiar accent met her. “Do as you like.”
The strange man quietly observes Sybil’s appearance. Their eyes finally meet and she’s enraptured and forgets to mask her intent. He’s very handsome, with a sterling smile and dashing garments. And an American accent. Interesting. “What’s a southern Belle doing mingling with English society?”
“I could ask the same of you. You’re like a fly in a glass of milk with this crowd. American?”
The gentleman wore his own hair out, a beautiful tangle of curls, and an emerald green suit that was immaculately crafted. His scent was alluring, and made Sybil want to know how deep his pockets went. “Yes. I was formerly enslaved, just like you. My father was African however and fell in love with my mother on a trip to the colonies. He bought us and we went back to his country to live. I grew up and wanted to explore this world. So for the moment, here I am..”
He took her cigarette out of her hand and began to puff on it himself. “And how would you know that I was enslaved? I could have been born free for all you know.”
The gentleman blew out the tobacco smoke, and gently placed her hand in his. The indigo dye. Permanently marking her as a piece of chattel. A former piece of chattel, for that matter. He kissed every fingertip on her left hand, and Sybil gulped. Her eyes became glassy, and she pulled away. She adjusted her dress, and stabilized her towering wig. “I didn’t catch your name, miss.”
Sybil took the cigarette back from him, taking a harsh pull. Why did this man make her feel like this? “Sybil. Sybil Freeman.” She had to get out of there. As seemingly progressive as London purported itself to be, Black men were almost never gentlemen and of the ton. He exuded high levels of breeding and class. His skin was gorgeous and he had piercing eyes that never left her….and roamed all over her body. He was clearly different.
“Good evening, sir.” Sybil gave the stiffest curtsy and zoomed away, flustered and confused. Something told her that that wouldn’t be the last she saw of him..
A/N: I totally forgot that I had most of this written up already LMAO. Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. Pleaseeee reblog and comment, love yall!!!
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honeytoffee · 9 months
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AI ain’t have to go off like they did on these Erik Killmonger pictures. Lawd! 😩♥️
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cecereads209 · 3 months
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Series
Erik & Egypt°
While He’s Away°
Three Way°
Seizing Seduction°
Siren°
Second Chance Season
One-Shots
You Good
You Good: Part Two
Still Here
...Alexa?
Fix It
Fix It: Part Two
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Toxic
One Fall Day
Prince Erik
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The lack of Michael, Erik and/or Adonis V-Day fanfics…
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szagaloree · 1 year
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Kink list:
Bondage: ❤️‍🩹
Degradation:💎
Daddy/mommy kink: m💙/f💖
Overstimulation kink:🪫
Dom/sub kink:⛓
Blindfold/mouth covering kink:🖤
Spanking kink: ❤️‍🔥
Knife play:🔪
Rough sex kink:🤍
Anal kink:🧡
Foreplay: ❤️
Breeding kink: 🥴
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Deadly Addictions, Part 4
《 Previous
Pairing: Ramone x Mirra x Erik
Summary: Mirra meets Erik again and begins a sexual relationship. (Had a lil help from @goddessofthundathighs with this one 🧡)
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Mirra opened her door one early morning after hearing the doorbell ring. She was half asleep with the crust still in her eye and husk in her voice.
"What the fuck, Ramone!"
"Get dressed hermosa, you and me, we're going for a run."
"Ramone, you need to call me before you pop up like this."
"Go, go! Throw something on we'll run in your neighborhood and get some air."
Mirra hesitantly changed from jammies to a old sweatshirt and sweatpants, her feet dragging. Outside in the crisp morning air, she stretched releasing loud groans and cracks. She was jogging next to Ramone and waking up her body. Fourty minutes later after silently circling the neighborhood, they were sitting on her front steps.
"You've been avoiding me." He held up a hand when Mirra tried to explain. She wasn't sure what would come out, but she planned to make up something. "No.. you've been avoiding me," he reiterated, "And it's fine, but know that I will still come for our regular jogs or walks and I expect you to come outside and join me. Ok?"
"Ramone."
"AH-AH! No. The correct answer is? Let's hesr it.."
"Yes, Ramone," Mirra's words dragged. She sighed with trepidation, but also relief. Regardless of her efforts to avoid him, Ramone was there, expecting nothing but the pleasure of her company. It was very.. sexy..
She'd invite him in for a quick romp, but she was still afraid. She needed that testing and when the day came, finally she had it. Negative on all 10 counts. Never again would she get drunk enough to forget a condom, this was another shot of ice water.. a wake-up call to step up her personal safety measures and stop fucking around. She couldn't be so risky or else it would bring some very deadly consequences. She'd been spared.
In celebration, she took the opportunity to reply to a few of her good fans. She'd been hesitant considering her health was up in the air. "Yes, I can meet you," she typed to a local. He was in Los Angeles and ready at any point.
Mirra made her usual array of size and design choices for condoms available and she jawed the dick until it was gummy. This fan was an appreciative gentleman which was a welcome cleanser from her previous experience. She was feeling validated. Feeling good and safe enough to get back out there.
Mirra went to pick up her mother Janie and little brother Monroe, taking them to Beverly Hills for a couple of hours. They visited the designer shops where she let them each choose something within a budget. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased as Monroe dropped a heavy hand on her head. On any other occasion she'd have gotten revenge on the overgrown sprout, but she was in a good mood. Dinner was also on her at a spot called Maestro's, a snazzy chophouse with tasty steaks and a posh environment.
"Stop dancing and go pee," Monroe bossed copying her words to him all his life as she stood crossing her legs having had another sex flashback.
"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. He was ruining it by talking. She continued to squeeze her thighs together enjoying the subtle stimulation it caused.
"Stop that you're in public," her mother swatted.
"I just gotta pee, I wanna order first."
When they were seated Janie popped her thigh under the table. Mirra continued to give herself the subtle pressure and satisfaction as she waited, imagining her scenes and her last polite client.. the man and the woman from Club Rot. She couldn't help how vivid she imagined these things, her body remembered each sensation and she felt it all again, wanting to do it all again.
Monroe ordered chicken strips without looking at the small menu and her mother ordered spaghetti of all things not knowing it was made with squash. Mirra rolled her eyes silencing them both mid-order. "La-la-la, no. We're not doing that. We'll have 3 steaks. Mom, how do you want your steak cooked?"
"I'm not getting a steak!"
"Mommy, it's a steakhouse! They're known for their steak you have to try it. Medium well," she gestured to the waiter before excusing herself from the table. "I'll be back."
"Mirra! That can't wait?!"
"I gotta pee," Mirra whispered on her escape. "I'll be back.. I'll be back."
Alone in the women's restroom, she rushed to the big stall and took out her buttplug. It'd been in her asshole all day. She slowly pushed it back up and pulled her miniature vibrator. This model was small but very powerful. It beat the whole pussy up which felt good with a little dab of the lube she kept in her purse for moments like this. The relief was instant.
"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned with the buzzing as her body relaxed. She let out a long breath feeling the small but satisfactory orgasm like a speed bump. The drawback was the noise. People who entered the bathroom after her and heard it could recognize the sound of the vibrator, but most times people minded their business and today was the same. She washed her hands next to a lady who didn't say a word or look at her. It wasn't that big a deal. She checked her reflection in the mirror and barreled through the bathroom door hitting a body by mistake. She looked at the man hands, confused.
"Excuse me."
"Wrong bathroom? Wait. You sound familiar. OOP," she moved for the lady behind her. This man though. She'd fantasized about their encounter enough to remember. He stared down at her with shrewd and seductive dark eyes she'd never seen but it didn't matter.. that hair.. She'd had her hands glued to that locked high pony. She'd been slammed against the wall with those hands and pinned with that body. Who else had a body like that with hair like that and hands like that? This time he was in an all black suit.
"So you remember me."
"I don't know," Mirra frowned with a subtle bite of her nail. "Jog my memory."
"Shid," he pushed her back into the bathroom and harder into the large stall. Mirra’s hands immediately flew out to catch herself from crashing violently against the wall as he lifted her dress from behind.
"Wait.. Condom," she recalled pulling away briefly to fish the perfect one from her bag as he watched. He took the bag and tossed it to the floor pushing her hand away to reject the condom but she was dead serious. "Condom or nothing. I was drunk before, I'm not drunk now.
"I'm clean."
"Just put it on."
"Face the wall and bend over. Spread your ass." He licked his lips like a carnivore in heat when he spotted the anal plug, opting to first tease her by repeatedly thrusting it into her quivering hole. "We're in a restaurant, try to keep it down."
"Mmm," she hummed gently. His fingers swept her wet set of lips, up and down her labia, and two of his thick fingers slipped inside of her stoking her G spot and stretching at her entrance. He pulled on and twisted her plug as he slipped in a third finger.
"You're so wet. I wanna stick my hand in it." His dark chuckle sent a chill down her spine and a wave of her essence down her thighs as she imagined her plug being replaced by the mega horse dick she had such vivid memories of. “Ya nasty ass wants my big hard dick bad, huh,” he taunted, pulling that thing of beauty from his Nike briefs. “Which hole should I go in first,” he quizzed near her ear, slapping his third leg against her already sensitive nub.
"Put the condom on," she pleaded.
"Fine." He ripped the pack and slid the ring over himself. "That make you happy?" Before she could answer, he was already halfway inside of her pussy, stretching, her walls immediately hugging with no sign of release. He gripped her shoulder and her hip to thrust pinning her body against the wall with the force.
"Shit!" Her body was flung.
He was rough, yet careful as he repeatedly rammed his condom covered coke can into her. She panted and focused closely on taking that dick. The feeling of his scarred chest pressed against her back coupled with his hand around the front of her throat took her to Nirvana. The more his grip on her neck tightened, the tighter her walls gripped him as she came again seeing stars or particles.
“Y-Yeah,” Mirra panted. “I think I remember now.”
"Make me bust," he growled in her ear. He was already close and Mirra threw her ass until they both came, moaning in sexual bliss.
"Hey," she sighed catching her breath. "I didn't get your name, but you need to come by my house tonight for a part three."
"Oh, you need it again?"
"I will," she gripped his lapels stating her address. "Don't forget it, I'll be waiting. Even if it's 2 AM when you come, still come."
"Hm," he chuckled mischievously. "I'll drop by."
"Good," Mirra adjusted her clothes on her body. Her gait felt wider and her pussy felt a dull delicious ache. She grabbed her bag from the dirty floor and returned to her table ignoring the looks from her family.
"Thought you'd left," her mom stared. "Did you get hung up?"
"I.."
"Hm," he brother chuckled through his nose, his mouth full with steak.
"I fell into something and..," she paused bad with lies. "I ain't gotta explain myself, I'm grown! You already know. I ain't finna act like..," she cut into her steak, chewing a peice. "Anyway. How do y'all like the food."
"It's good, not as good as whatever you had in that bathroom, we should've brought your father then we could make the bathroom stink too."
"UGH," Monroe cringed and though Mirra was used to it, she too was disgusted, her face twisted.
"You ain't the only one needing dick, mine just at work but as soon as he come home.. I'm a ride that man like Seabiscuit."
"Please stop," Mirra begged while Monroe refused to eat.
"Mm," Janie hummed reminiscing.
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Mirra went through her house hiding things of value just in case. Inviting a strange man inside her home where she lived alone was risky, but the way he fucked her was everything she needed and desired. He wasn't scared to fuck her like a dirty slut and even in public.
She took a long hot bath and watched back a couple of the private videos she'd made with fans. They were nasty. She was so involved in the head she gave, watching it back always shocked her. She was so sloppy with it! Her fingers played inside of herself in the water. There were more vids to come and she had studio shoots coming up almost back to back. Still, it wouldn't match the recent sex she'd had off camera. That shit was crack and something she'd freely admit she was addicted to.
Until he came for her, she'd chill and think about it. It was late and having learned her lesson from her unreliable ex, she didn't plan to wait up. When she got out the bath, she went straight to bed and fell easily into a dreamless sleep in the comfort of her crisp warm sheets.
"I'm here," came a whisper in her ear.
It felt like minutes after, but she knew it had been at least an hour. She didn't want to move. Anyone else would've told him another day.. that's what crossed Mirra's mind as she laid there.
"You been keeping that pussy warm for me?"
"Mm.. condom," she sighed regretfully lifting. All this for some bomb sex. It was worth it. "On the table," she turned making room for him in the bed. The bedside table's clock read 2 AM.
He snatched the condom up and flexed his rippling abs, broad chest, large biceps and veined forearms as he pulled off his black tank. Mirra watched, taken by his body, that blackened 666 tattoo big and in her face. He pulled off her blanket and her sheet to find her pleasantly bare and devoured her on the spot as her legs waved in the air. Her hand was locked around his ponytail of locs once more as she watched him. She thought the lesbian from Club Rot was good.. This guy was better. He ate like he was licking a bowl of sticky peanut butter clean and hyperfocused on her clit. She was ascending.
"What's your fucking name," she yelled desperate to know. She needed him, ever day as often as she could get him. "Oh my GOD," she growled through her teeth pushing his head closer into herself, relishing in the feel of his hands hard on her hips as she was about to cum. She was dead serious, she needed to be able to call on him.
He then climbed into the bed beside her and lifted her leg over his lap, going under to squeeze the head of his dick inside of her, pumping up and inside with a few girthy inches.
"Yes yes yes." Mirra swallowed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut while her body bounced, her titty being gripped simultaneously. She kept her hands at her head holding onto her pillow as he switched to a grinding motion inside. "Fuck," she gasped, "What can I call you.."
"Wait." He moved her onto her side, jumping up to her other side and pinning her legs up, tossing over her shoulder. Her left knee was pressed into her right titty. Her ass was turned directly to his pelvis. He pushed inside and she panted, her titty bouncing and the air forced out of her while he pounded her into the mattress. She couldn't speak. Her entire body was being pushed while she was twisted and she held onto her leg for something to grab while her breathing was hard. He was fucking her effortlessly, his hand pushing down on her leg and hip.
When he let her body untwist a little, the pressure from the ribs and chest lessened.
"I'm good at taking that big dick," she grinned sticking her tongue out. He released her and stood on his knees on her pillow with his monster cock waving over her face.
"MmmMmm," she grabbed it with two hands wrapping her lips around it hungrily, determined to suck it down. It was like swallowing a big remote or a heavy duty flashlight but the weight on her tongue was bliss. She loved to clean her own juices off, her head bobbing while he dropped it down into her throat. She messed around and sucked the condom off. He put it back on and moved back to the bottom of the bed between her legs.
"I hate fuckin in condoms," he grunted as knocked the head of his dick onto her clit, beating it. Mirra sighed in pleasure and sucked in sharp air. "If we fuck again I'm not wearing it. It is what it is." He pushed the head against her entrance so it squeezed inside, while she moaned and he held her thighs wide. In and out, in and out, he slid slowly.. then in again DEEP while he watched her come apart. "Next time no condom. I like to feel it all."
Long deep strokes with that dick had Mirra scratching her nails on the bed and clutching the pillow behind her head as the room spun. He spit on her clit as he pulled back and rubbed it in with his thumb while he went in deep again, stirring up water.
"Oh," he teased as Mirra came back to back and grabbed his knee. "You wanna ride? ..Come on then," he laid back.
"Shit," Mirra panted. She rolled on top of him onto her knees leaning forward, her smallish titties dangling over him. Her narrow hips bucked and grinded repeatedly chasing a butterfly of a feeling as she balanced with her fists on the bed, riding hard until she was the one who came again. She slumped but kept going, bouncing on her feet, her ass clapping down loudly on his lap. Slap. Slap. Slap. She ended up coming once more when he slapped a heavy palm on her ass, telling her to, "Ride. Don't stop now."
"FUCK," she yelled feeling wetness everywhere. "I need.. I need.."
"I don't give a fuck, ride this big dick. You wanted it. I came all the way the fuck here. Take that shit."
"Yes, yes, fuck," she panted slamming her ass down onto him, his palm slapping her ass repeatedly, egging her on.
"Don't stop. Keep riding that dick."
She planted her hands on his chest and bounced with him providing as assist and holding her up while she jumped until her legs were on fire. She switched to her knees and started grinding.
"Get back up there," his lip curled over his teeth, but Mirra's legs were done. She was a good rider with good knees. He wanted inhuman. She had him move to the edge of the bed so she could stand and sit on the dick, bouncing on it. It was less pressure on her legs for a similar result. She did it in her films. "Like that, faster," he pulled on her hips bouncing her like his personal fleshlight yet again. He had a dick only an experienced size queen or pornstar could handle the way he was pushing it on her like he wasn't Hulk-sized. She got up when he let her go and she felt like a gaping hole. He put three fingers inside of her and began fingering her hard, pressing her g spot until she gushed down his arm.
"Wait a minute," she put a hand out tiredly, her legs trembling. She wasn't used to tapping out but she was already sore and the orgasm he'd just triggered was a big one.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes," Mirra pointed still not coming down like she typically would. She was still orgasming. She squeezed her fingers into his bicep yo steady herself and held on for another big one. "Uh, fuck.. Tomorrow," Mirra moaned. This had never happened to her before. The man left and she was bent over her bed trying to come back down and quiet her pussy from all the orgasming. She finally got it and by that time she was completely drained. She went right back to sleep waking up with the physical memory of what had occurred. She felt it all over. Luckily, when she got up and looked around nothing was missing so he wasn't a thief.
She brushed her teeth thinking about it and ended up sitting with a ziplock bag of ice between her thighs. She had a mind to take an ibuprofen and her crazy ass had said she'd do it again. She didn't have his contact or name to call him back and tell him she'd changed her mind, so she made herself a hot bath to soak in and returned to the ice.
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I don't like the way we ended, but I feel like that's what you wanted. I feel like I ran out on you too quick, knowing how you are. But you know you were wrong. That was some foul shit you pulled. I don't know why you felt the need to do that shit or why you'd do that to me, but we need to talk. I wanna know why you did that and called me over to see.
Mirra deleted the message from her voicemail and called him back telling him to come over. "No, it's just me," she rolled her eyes, hanging up when he said he was on his way on his lunch break. On schedule, he was at the door and she was in her large terrycloth robe which was tied at the waist.
"DJ," she sighed letting him in. He stood instead of sitting, but she sat taking a sip from her glass of Sweet Peach Moscatto, her legs crossed at the knee. "So.. Let's talk," she folded her hands on her knee.
"It's this shit," he gestured to her. "You don't take nothing serious. Nothing gets to you. I don't get.. I don't understand how you can be so nonchalant about the shit. You called me so I could walk in on you getting your back caved in by two niggas..." He stared quizzically, but the answer wasn't simple. Not for Mirra.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth waiting for the right words to come. They didn't. "You knew how I was when you met me, don't act like I victimized you. You wanted to smash, I said come over. Never said I was alone."
"Mirra-" he sighed waving in frustration on his way to the door. He stopped. "I came over here to try and understand what the fuck be going through that brain. I don't get you."
"Yeah, I get that," Mirra nodded. "Not many people do."
"I don't hate you is what I'm tryna say. I just wanna understand."
"DJ, you're a good dude so I'll level with you. I like dick. I like sex," Mirra gestured to herself. "I like you, but we don't mix babe. You're a romantic. I'm a realist. You wanna share a sunset and give roses and that's cute. I like that too, but after the sunset I'm gonna wanna be on my thot shit. I wanna go fast... You need a woman more your speed."
"I guess so," he shrugged but Mirra still felt kind bad.
"You sure you don't wanna drink?"
"Nah," he rubbed his hands on his thighs, "I'm a go."
She saw him to the door and closed him out, having a seat on her couch again to finish her wine and think. "Mm," she stood heading upstairs to get dressed. There was a lot going on with all the niggas in her life and she was at the center of it.
That night when she got home around 11, she left her pumps at the door and flipped on the lights to find her latest sex partner sitting on her couch, legs wide and shirtless wearing that creepy ass ram skull with his tattoo out. Mirra nearly had a heart attack. She sunk halfway to the floor in shock.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!! GET OUT. GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!!!"
"I wanna fuck. You said tonight."
Mirra dropped to touch the floor for grounding. Her heart was still racing. "I need you to go."
"I'll go when I get what you got me over here for. I want some pussy."
"Take that damn ram skull off it's freaking me out!"
With his face showing, she felt better. She was able to stand and approach him when she could actually see his handsome facial features. The fear subsided and she stood towering over him.
"How did you get in and why were you sitting in the dark tryna scare me?"
"Your window was unlocked.. I did scare you.. didn't I," he smiled displaying gold-capped canines. He stood and her her head was at his chest.
"Don't do that shit, it's weird," she reiterated as he wrapped her in his arms and rubbed up her back under her shirt to her bra, unhooking it and pulling it from her shoulders with her shirt.
"Lil chaos never killed anyone," he whispered into her neck with a soft bite sending her head back in stimulation.
"Yes. It has." Still Mirra pushed him back into the couch and climbed in his lap, pulling his dick from his sweats and sitting on it. She was wearing a mini skirt with no panties to give her coochie some air and a rest. "I was sore today, this big ass dick..," she complained as she rode it.
"You gone be sore tomorrow too," he promised and though it hurt, it hurt so good. Mirra loved the stretch and the full feeling. She rode him on the couch switching to reverse like the previous night and then he picked her up tossing her on the kitchen counter and fucking her there. She sucked his dick on her knees by the fridge and gobbled his nuts like it was a niche video.
Every night for the remainder of the week was like this and Mirra found herself ignoring Ramone's calls again. She didn't want to hurt him and if DJs visit taught her anything it was how men cling and re-injure themselves. She didn't want that for Ramone so she couldn't make him think something that wasn't so. Most of all, she couldn't let him walk in on her the way DJ had.
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kyokiou · 21 days
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Hi! It's Lou. I'm a writer (or at least I was, hehe). How are you? I really want to get back to work here but I don't know how to do it! What would you like to read? More Squid Game smuts? K-dramas in general? Specific TV shows? Waiting for answers. xoxo'!
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Can you do Erik with a bratty gf glasses wearing girl ????
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Rule #1: Refer to me as only daddy or sir
Rule #2: No panties
Rule #3: No cumming unless given you permission
Rule #3: No touching unless given permission
Rule #4: Always be honest
Rule #5: Don't be a Brat, Punishment will meet actions
(Y/N) sadly looked at Erik as he got ready for work. She knew that he was going to be busy all day for his 12 hour shift, probably not being able to see her for the rest of the day but that didn't matter. She needed him. She was mad at herself for being tired when she came over. Her classes had her stuck in her laptop and books, so as she soon as she saw his bed she was out like a light.
Erik didn't mind though, he knew that (Y/N) was working hard to become a RN, and he also knew that she needed her rest. Matter of fact, he needed her to have all her rest for Spring Break that was ahead. He was determined to use her to his content, (obviously with her consent) and he needed her to have all her rest. He took off the entire week just to spend time with her. This was the last day.
"Don't look at me like that." he told her. Her pouting, and her eyes enhanced by the glasses made him want to just call out and fuck her senseless now.
"I just miss you. I haven't had you in what.. two weeks?" she complained. He closed his eyes sighing. The way this girl was so persuasive didn't help his need for her. He grabbed her by his cheeks making her look at him. "Please daddy, I just want to put my mouth on it. Two minutes, please?" she pouted again. His squeeze tightened as her glasses moved on her face, being crooked. She fixed her glasses by pushing them with her middle finger in the middle.
"Be a good girl, okay? Daddy will take care of you when he gets home if your good okay? We will go to one of your favorite restaurants, I promise." he told her grabbing his coat and his lunch. He was dreading going into his 12-hour shift at the hospital as a neuro-surgeon.
The two of them met at a medical convention in L.A almost a year ago. Her school decided to do a field trip for all medical students to be able to have a chance of networking. He was a speaker at the convention, and immediately she caught his eye. She was in the front row, taking notes with her iPad with her red zee-loo framed glasses. She asked the most questions, and was the most entuned in the conversation. Obviously, a lot of the girl students were asking questions about him personally because of how good looking he was. (Y/N) was different, she wanted to get all of the details on the health field.
Now, here they are almost a year later, and Erik has have her heart and he has hers. Helping her with her studies, letting have a place to lay her head when she didn't want to be with her roommates.
Her pouting face was now angry, Erik automatically realized it. "Fix your face." he gave her a kiss on the lips as she rolled her eyes. Luckily, he didn't see it as he turned around walking to the door. "Break a rule and your ass is mine! Daddy loves you!" he yelled and he was out the door. She turned around looking at his empty apartment.
12 fucking hours.
She was on hour 8 and she did everything she could think off. She turned in some last minutes assignments, did the laundry, clean out his refrigerator, and cleaned up the entire apartment. She still had time to herself, so she decided to have a little fun. She'll start of small.
Recently just getting out the show, she sat in front of his wide body mirror taking pictures of herself. Some were innocent, some were not so innocent.
Erik sat down exhausted from the five hour surgery of a a traumatic car crash. Grabbing his phone, he saw that their was a few text messages from his dear (Y/N) grabbing it. Opening the text, he immediately put it back to his chest as he saw glimpses of what she was doing.
He turned around to make sure that there was no one staring from behind, before lowering his brightness and looking at the photos. "My God..." he whispered to himself.
There she took an innocent looking picture on the bed with nothing on. He could even see in the picture how she sat where her thighs and ass making her thickness more provident. The only piece of clothing (more like accessory) was those same red framed glasses that made him fall in love even more. The things he wanted to make her do was dangerous.
The next photo was her sitting on the floor, leaned against the bed with her spreading her pussy wide enough for him to see but not enough to see everything. The hints of red on her toes, on her fingers, and her glasses was something that was sending him on edge, especially with her dark skin.
Erik : Did I not tell you to touch yourself.. you tryna get that ass spanked I see.
(Y/N): Daddy I haven't touched myself, I just sent you pictures.
(Y/N): But it's so hard, can I play with one of your pillows daddy?
(Y/N): Technically I wouldn't be touching myself...
Erik : No little girl, what the fuck did I tell you
It was a minute before he received a response. He assumed she was upset with him for denying her a rightfully and much needed orgasm but he didn't care.
He was sadly mistaken.
There in their text thread, was a video of her riding one of his pillows, nipples hard, and clitoris grinding against the pillow. She was definitely in need of a orgasm with the way her clit was swollen and moving against the pillow.
Her eyes was to the back as she continued winding her hips, gripping onto the pillow with one hand and playing with her titties on the other hand.
With his eye twitching, his dick damn near pulsating, he knew he couldn't finish the rest of the shift.
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uzumaki-rebellion · 1 year
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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 66″
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"Woke up this mornin' Found my peace of mind And finally I can say to you That I, feel good this mornin' No, I can't deny So finally, I can lay with you And feel, feel the pleasure Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe Ride for two Don't you know, oh So we, can roam all we want to, yeah"
Terrace Martin – "This Morning"
Feathered serpent god.
N'Jadaka squinted at the words on his comm tab. Shuri dug up more profound history once she knew what the leader of the Talokanil called himself.
"They are a Mesoamerican culture," Shuri said. "Yucatec Maya to be exact."
"Indigenous," N'Jadaka said, reading Shuri's notes.
"Yes. Central America roots…located here…"
She highlighted a map for him inside his office and tapped her kimoyo.
"Griot, send over enhanced images from the second file of apocryphal texts," Shuri said.
Shuri's A.I.'s voice sounded chirpy and bright.
"Files sent, princess," the Griot said.
He tapped the images that blinked into view and Mesoamerican pyramid structures were highlighted along with pictographs. T'Challa read the same notes and contemplated the significance just as N'Jadaka did. Shuri's excited tone couldn't change the somber mood he was in. Several cabinet members grumbled about the potential costs after two weeks of grueling work with the diaspora delegates. For some reason, his declaration to view their role as helping to subsidize existing grass-roots non-GMOs fell on willfully closed ears. He was accused of creating a welfare state on the popular Wakandan news shows that were deeply conservative.
As for the delegates, they came to the realization that N'Jadaka did not plan to save all Black people in the world. He was a big proponent of believing people when they showed him who they were, and too many Black people were unworthy of saving when they harmed their own people. As his older cousin Junie was fond of saying, Noah didn't take everyone on the ark, and Moses left some triflin' niggas in the desert. Everybody didn't want to be free on the outside. Even Harriet Tubman knew that.
As the king, he had to push forth the best plan since T'Challa revealed them to the world. His original plan of being subversive and swift had to be changed. The world watched everything they did and he couldn't go in swinging like he originally plotted the moment he ruled Wakanda. It was a grave mistake on T'Challa's part. He didn't hold it against his cousin. T'Challa was swayed by Nakia and her heart was in the right place.
But N'Jadaka knew better.
So did K'uk'ulkan.
Hiding the truth of their power was the winning hand, and they had lost it in N'Jadaka's absence. The Talokan leader rode the same wave he did. Hit the enemy in stealth with coordinated attacks that disrupted the system of exploitation. Wakandan War Dogs were their only secret weapon at the present moment. He would have to Trojan Horse his way around the globe carefully.
"He calls himself a god, although he is a mutant. I wonder if he is a tyrant," T'Challa said.
N'Jadaka loaded recorded images from the Sea Leopard.
"Look at that," N'Jadaka said, making the image of the second American ship freeze.
He pulled up another image of the Talokanil underwater, gliding over the dead sailors they lured into the sea.
"Underwater they have brown skin… but above the water, they're blue," N'Jadaka observed.
"Not K'uk'ulkan," Shuri said. "Because he's a mutant, he seems to be able to breathe above and below. His people wear masks to breathe while climbing up the ship. There must be a biochemical reaction in their skin that changes when they come into contact with air."
"So… his warriors do have a weakness above the surface," T'Challa said.
"They appear stronger than regular humans," Erik said watching the replay of blue men and women rappelling up the sides of the targeted ship.
"Five hundred years ago the Yucatec Maya were invaded by the Spanish," Shuri said.
"Nothing here mentions people with blue skin," T'Challa said.
"Their color switches instantly in the water… see?" N'Jadaka said.
He pointed to Talokanil warriors dropping back into the ocean making sure enemy soldiers were dead.
"They must be an evolutionary offshoot of the original people on the land," Shuri said.
"I agree. The little that we have about them here doesn't explain any underwater people," N'Jadaka said. "They turned into another Wakanda… hid for centuries."
"Their vibranium must be underwater with them. K'uk'ulkan is the protector of his people like the Black Panther is to us. His mutant powers enabled him to become a god to them," T'Challa said.
Shuri looked away from her brother and pressed her lips together, holding her tongue.
"What?" N'Jadaka asked when he noticed.
Shuri froze an image of K'uk'ulkan where they could see him clearly with lights from the Sea Leopard.
"His powers… the way he moved and acted… his total bearing is God-like. Look at this closer," Shuri said.
She enlarged a Maya hieroglyph.
"Griot, translate the logograms and phonograms for the passage," Shuri said.
"Yes, princess," Griot said.
The glyphs were shuffled and changed colors to match Wakandan glyphs.
"Ready, princess," Griot said.
Shuri opened up a digitized copy of a Spanish journal.
"The Maya described their gods with all their attributes throughout the thirteenth century and beyond. Look at this face… and now look at this sketch in the Spanish colonizer's journal. Does that not look like him in both images?" Shuri asked.
"Maya glyphs are hard to distinguish against a regular face because the writing is highly stylized," T'Challa said.
"But the regal bearing, brother. Tell me that isn't him," Shuri said.
N'Jadaka compared the journal sketch of a flying, dark-eyed man carrying a spear with the images recorded on the Sea Leopard.
"No way that's him," N'Jadaka said.
"He is a mutant. Longevity may be another trait he has. I say that's him. The journal is dated from the early eighteenth century. Around the time our greatest grandmother Queen Shuriyah traveled out of the country to explore the world."
N'Jadaka stared at Shuri and pondered her words. She continued.
"I have a theory that our people met the Talokanil hundreds of years ago. How else would he know how to speak our language without translator buds? I would dare say he's had centuries to learn about us. Maybe a pact originated way back then. We have all these myths and legends from other cultures written in the old and even our forbidden texts. There had to be contact. Very few people know Wakandan fluently outside our borders," Shuri said.
Her eyes searched for agreement between her brother and him.
"Interesting theory," T'Challa said.
"That drawing has to be a relative of his," N'Jadaka pushed.
"They look the same to me," Shuri said. "And don't forget. Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have ages that do not match how they look."
"A super serum did that," T'Challa said.
"So why do you both not think his mutant DNA is capable of prolonging life for centuries?" Shuri challenged.
"It doesn't really matter if that man is five hundred years old or younger. He is a potential threat to us if we don't move carefully. All we know is that he's not interested in anything on land that doesn't bother him. That's good enough for me. My responsibility is to keep this country safe and help the people we care about outside our borders. Everyone else can fuck around and find out for themselves about the Talokanil," N'Jadaka said.
"Will you tell the council of elders about them?" T'Challa asked.
"No. This stays with us and our military."
Mpilo knocked on his office door.
"The governor of Birnin Azzaria has arrived to see you," Mpilo said.
N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo. He had several private meetings scheduled to listen to the concerns of the governing bodies of all the territories.
"Send her in," N'Jadaka said.
T'Challa and Shuri exited and he welcomed a thin dark brown-skinned woman with calculating eyes. Her braided hair was twisted into an extravagant updo with a few gray strands at her temples.
"King N'Jadaka, thank you for meeting with me so early in your day. I know you are a busy man."
"Governor Hlojeg… please sit down."
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She could've called him and left a message. Yani chose to see him in person instead. Her part in the conference was complete and she was due back at the hospital after the Mama Wati celebration. Wearing her best azure dress, she presented herself in public to match the spirit of the upcoming ocean holiday. The palace was decked out in colors representing the sea and lovely paper aquatic creatures decorated the halls. There were starfish, dolphins, and rainbow fish all around her and she delighted in the atmosphere that reminded her of Christmas. She carried a covered platter filled with curried chicken, peas and rice, sautéed greens, along with a generous slice of yam cornbread smothered in butter and honey.
"Hello Tlotliso," Yani said walking through the front door of the king's outer office.
Tlotliso stood up from her desk, along with two other office workers on the public relations team.
"Is he in?" Yani asked, still moving past the staff.
"Yes," Tlotliso said.
Mpilo met her in the sitting room just outside N'Jadaka's inner office.
"Princess Yani," Mpilo said.
"He busy?"
"No. His last meeting was an hour ago," Mpilo said.
Yani knocked twice, waited, knocked again, then walked inside.
N'Jadaka rested his head on his arms, sleeping heavily. His deep exhales told her he was out for a long time. A map of Wakanda floated to the right of his desk and there were piles of papers stacked high in front of him near a glass pitcher of water. She moved his folders aside to make room for the covered platter. Gazing down at him, she ran her hand over the bun of his locs. Glancing over at the couch near the window, she noticed a small blanket and pillow on the armrest. He spent more time in his office and meeting halls with his cabinet and governing body than he did in his own home. N'Jadaka worked around the clock and there were stress lines on his face on the rare times she caught a glance at him moving through the palace. She could tell by the way he carried himself that there were things troubling him that he couldn't reveal. He acted the same way he did back in St. Thomas when he dealt with Klaue.
Yani was thankful the conference was ending soon. It took up too much of his time away from his kids, and she knew he hated that. Her fingers lingered near the base of his exposed neck rubbing tender circles. He groaned in his sleep. She stopped, feeling self-conscious about touching him in that familiar way. It was like old times back home in his workroom when he became hyper-fixated on his tasks and forgot to eat or drink anything. He could work himself down to the bone and not be cognizant that he needed to take time to care for himself.
She rubbed his neck again, moving her body behind him to even her touches to his wide shoulders tucked behind a smooth black tunic. N'Jadaka's focus had always been outside of himself, working toward helping other people. He was so much like his mother, community-oriented, and often to a fault. Thinking about it, she wondered what he did for fun all by himself when no one was around him in the palace.
His body stirred under her soft fingers and he shifted his head from one arm to the other before becoming aware of her hands on him. She moved away from him as he lifted his head from the desk. Gathering focus, he glanced at his work and then noticed the covered food.
"I made you a plate of comfort food," she said.
He smiled and reached out his hand, hesitating for a moment, before caressing her arm with a gentle rub.
"Thank you," he said.
She took the seat in front of his desk and watched him uncover the food and tuck in right away. He closed his eyes and groaned louder when he tasted the curried chicken. Licking his fingers, he pulled apart the yam cornbread and took less than fifteen minutes to devour everything. Yani sat there pleased as a peach watching him enjoy her cooking while being near him for longer than a few seconds.
"Damn, Ma, you put your foot in that," he said, pushing the plate away.
She covered it back up and studied the changes in his face that good food brought him. He appeared more relaxed and poured himself some water.
"Long day?" she said.
"Yeah."
His handsome face made her squirm in the chair. Everything about him was so… kingly. His clothes. Hair. The rings on his fingers. The diamonds in his ears. His aura of power. He had those things even back in St. Thomas, but they became magnified in Wakanda. He was true royalty. Always had been.
Drawing breath into her mouth to help out her nose once she became woozy staring at him, Yani stood up. He pushed his empty glass of water next to the pitcher.
"You have more to do today. I wanted to make sure you ate something. You've been skipping family meals," she said.
His piercing gaze dropped to his desk and took in all the tasks still ahead of him. Weariness drifted across his face. Yani walked around the desk and pulled the covered plate toward the edge of his desk. He reached for a folder and she placed her hand on the top of his head.
"Slow down and take of yourself," she said.
N'Jadaka closed his eyes at her touch and leaned against her chest. She cradled him and stroked his hair.
"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," she whispered above his head.
"I wish I could, but there's too much to take care of. One of our War Dogs in Malawi thinks he located the man who helped bomb our country. I have to deal with that once he contacts us again."
"Can't T'Challa take care of that? He's the Black Panther."
"Nah, this man tried to kill my grandparents. I will see him myself and find out who put him up to it."
"Do you ever take time for yourself to rest? And I don't mean on that couch over there."
"I sleep when I can."
"It's not good for your health or the nation."
"I'm okay."
His warm breath touched her skin through her clothes with his mouth near her right breast.
"I know you. I see you carry stress in your body. If you don't slow down, I will call the royal doctors and have them force you to rest for a week. Hear mi, man? Our children complain all the time that they only see you for lunch. You haven't told them bedtime stories in a week. Sweet Pea, Dumplin, and Sunshine need you more. T'Challa can handle anything in your absence."
He didn't answer. She looked down and his eyes were pressed shut and he was in a deep sleep again. She grinned. His son was the same way. Head against a titty… instant sleep. Yani shook him back awake. He needed to know she wanted him to take care of himself for once.
"N'Jadaka…hey…"
She stroked his cheek and he pushed into her chest more to get comfortable.
"Listen to me," she said.
Yani lifted his chin and pinched it, forcing his eyes open.
"You are doing more than you need to. A king shouldn't walk around exhausted. I will have you put on bed rest if you don't slow down."
She sucked her teeth when he tried to bury his face against her.
"I need you to be at your best—"
"Yani, I'm good—"
"You are not."
She tapped her kimoyo and contacted the royal physician that looked after all of them. N'Jadaka fretted at her power move, but she spoke to the doctor and he arrived within minutes with an assistant rolling a medical cart. Mpilo and Tlotliso hovered at the doorway when the medical staff arrived and Yani closed the door on them. N'Jadaka was moved to the couch where he was checked and given fluids. The physician, Dr. Pheko, scanned the king's vitals with a frown on his face.
"Ukumkani, you are dehydrated. Lack of sleep and overwork has taken a toll," Dr. Pheko said.
"Make him take bedrest," Yani insisted.
"I'll take the IV and have a quick power nap," N'Jadaka argued.
"No," Yani said, standing behind the doctor.
"Yani, I have shit to do and very little time—"
"You will rest," Dr. Pheko said.
Yani crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.
"For how long?" N'Jadaka said.
"Three days at the minimum based on the readings I have," Dr. Pheko said looking at his small body scanner.
"In time for the Mama Wati celebration," Yani said.
Dr. Pheko's assistant gave the king a vitamin shot and they waited an hour for the fluids to perk him back up.
"Go to your quarters and sleep King N'Jadaka."
The doctor packed up his medical equipment and left with his assistant. N'Jadaka glared at her, but she stood her ground.
"I am a medical professional. How would it look if I allowed you to keep working without saying anything?" she said.
He grumbled under his breath and a mean scowl overtook his face as he stared at his desk filled with unfinished work.
"C'mon, let's go," she said, waving her hand for him to get up.
"… unnecessary…." he muttered.
He stood at his full height and she looked up at him. A tremble went through her.
"Just coming all in here and dictating," he said.
To keep her feigned cool with his heated gaze melting her resolve, Yani went to his desk and lifted the covered platter.
"Someone has to keep boundaries or else you'll run yourself down. Won't do anyone any good then, hear mi? Stop pouting."
He poked his lips out in an exaggerated expression and headed toward the desk. She blocked him. Putting down the platter, she pushed his folders aside.
"Leave all that alone," she said.
He brushed up against her.
"I hear what you're saying, but—"
"Mpilo!" she shouted into the desk intercom.
Mpilo walked in with wide eyes. Yani grabbed N'Jadaka's hand and pulled him next to her.
"Cancel all of his appointments for the rest of the day… and the next two. King N'Jadaka is under the doctor's orders to go home. Please contact T'Challa and Shuri to let them know he will not be disturbed."
"Yes, Princess Yani," Mpilo said.
Yani dragged N'Jadaka behind her.
"Please have the platter on his desk delivered to the palace kitchen staff on my behalf," she said.
"Yes, princess," Mpilo said, rushing to retrieve it.
N'Jadaka's hand felt cool and clammy in hers. The rest of his staff watched them leave and the Kingsguard, along with his Doras followed them onto the elevator. He waved the Onyx Squad away with the others leaving only Aneka and Noxolo with them on his private floor.
"The king will rest for the next three days," Yani told his Doras.
N'Jadaka opened up his home and Yani admired the interior. It was her first time there. Her children described the layout to her before and she sought out the stairs.
"Yani, I'm home now. You can relax," he said.
He pulled away from her and headed to a plush couch with a gorgeous view of the city skyline.
"Let me at least bring you some water… that way?" she asked, seeking the kitchen.
He nodded and she cruised through the spacious living room. It took her a moment to figure out the set-up of his dishes and glasses. She grabbed an orange from a bowl and placed it on a saucer first, before pouring him room temperature water into a tall glass.
"Here," she said.
He placed the fruit and water on an end table and leaned back on the couch.
"You look better," she said.
"Food and extra liquids. Nothing serious," he said.
"No working from home," she said, turning away from him.
"Yani…"
She stopped walking and took a breath. Pivoting around, she stood in front of him.
"Thank you for checking on me," he said.
"Call me if you need anything or if you want to talk to the children before they go to bed… if you're awake later."
"Does Grandpop still have them?"
"They've gone to the children's play with Ramonda at the city theater."
N'Jadaka grimaced.
"Shit… I was supposed to meet them there. Got my schedule mixed up," he said.
"Don't worry, I already told them you would probably be too busy to go tonight because you're getting everything ready for Mama Wati's day. They are more excited about that than anything."
"They get to swim in the ocean," he said.
He glanced at the skyline and a flicker of concern crinkled his forehead. His mind was already fixating on something else and not resting. She touched him above his brow to smooth the creases in his skin. He tilted his head back.
"Stop thinking about work."
"It's hard not to."
His gaze held her. She touched his nose ring and then traced the outline of his lips with a soft fingertip. Lowering her head, she brushed her lips against his. Her stomach fluttered with uncertainty and her heart galloped in her chest. N'Jadaka leaned into the kiss, his gentle mouth giving in to her advances. She parted her lips and slid her tongue against his. He welcomed the exploration. Yani pulled back when she sensed hesitation on his part. His eyes pooled with sorrowful tears and he bit his bottom lip to keep his face from crumbling.
She pressed her cheek against his and a hot tear streaked against her skin from his face. Wiping away a tear from the other side of his nose, she cooed soft words of forgiving endearments for what he couldn't say out loud. She sat on his lap, held the side of his face toward her, and kissed him again. He asserted himself more the second time around and all she could think with pure bliss was that he belonged to her. The king of Wakanda was hers to take.
Yani wanted him.
She weathered the storm and made it through to the other side of the journey a little bruised, but wiser with her maturity. She left him, created a boundary for herself, and held onto an expectation of respect that he had to follow. Yani took pride in that. No man would ever disregard her feelings ever again.
N'Jadaka put his heart on the table again, and she could choose to put hers next to it, or stay where she was in her home and pursue her work and parental responsibilities. She didn't need a man. But she wanted him back. Forever. She broke away from his lips and nuzzled her nose against his neck to smell his scent. He kissed her cheek and under her chin, his beard tickling her as his lips painted more kisses on her. She stroked his hair as he unstitched her nerves, his aura flooding her senses like a rush of powerful wind flowing over her.
Yani sucked his tongue. The tickling sensation in her panties turned into a heavy throbbing in her pussy. Their wet tongues collided and slid around slowly. She gasped when his right hand went around her hip and gripped her ass cheek to hold her tight against him. Yani went limp in his arms and he rested her against the soft armrest to support her head and neck. He nibbled on her bottom lip playfully before plunging his tongue back into her mouth. Her left leg shook, and he held her in place. She moaned in his mouth and he groaned when she shifted her backside on his lap.
She started kissing him with her tongue flattened against his mouth, licking his full lips and sucking them too. He went up for air and wiped the dampness from his forehead. His body heat soaked through to her and she burned all over with libidinous desire. He ran his fingers along her neck, nibbled her earlobe, and whispered her name in her ear making her tingle all over. Her folds were puffy and her pussy felt like it was wide open ready to receive the stiff dick jutting through his dark crotch-drop pants. They hid nothing from her. He adjusted himself and shifted her on his lap so that her heavy rump covered it from view. N'Jadaka kept kissing and her pussy grew wetter and soaked her panties. He licked the seam of her lips and thrust his tongue into her ear making her tremble more.
"I know you feel how hard my dick is," he said.
Yani dropped her head back trying to catch her breath. She wanted him to touch her. N'Jadaka only kissed and licked…sucked and teased her neck, ears, and lips. Her dress bunched up between her thighs and she willed herself to not rub on her clit which was swollen and ready to be kissed too. Grinding her ass in his lap, she welcomed more physical contact from him. His eyes narrowed full of lust and he groaned deep in his throat at the softness of her backside pressed on top of his covered dick. She noticed his mouth go lax and he panted a soft gust of breath. Was he about to cum? He smashed his lips against hers and snuggled his tongue back inside her mouth, the wet warmth and guttural moans from him sending her over. She whimpered in desperate pleasure as her walls throbbed in release, his kissing pulling out a big, messy orgasm that wouldn't stop until he gasped into her neck.
"Yani, baby… we gotta stop…"
He wrapped his arms around her and listened to her breathing return to normal. Kissing her temple, he cradled her face with his strong hands.
"I want to do this right," he said.
"How?"
"I was supposed to come back to you like this… ready to make love to you and make up for all those years I was gone. Let me… let me court you the way they do it in Wakanda. I want to show you that I'm worth it this time in a formal way. Will you let me?"
"Yes."
"Good. We'll go slow… get to know each other again the way we should've."
He rested his cheek on her breasts and she rubbed his neck.
"I love you, Yani."
Yani closed her eyes and a shudder went through her. Words meant things, but actions mattered more. She would allow him to court her and prove his worthiness to have her in his life again. Sighing, she rode the pulsing sensations in her clit. Being physical with him brought up so much yearning for more. He looked at her from his position.
"You came, didn't you?" he teased.
She playfully slapped his forehead.
"I could tell. Shit, I was ready to bust myself," he said.
He sat up and checked his pants. Back to normal. Standing, he held out his hands to her. She took them and he pulled her to her feet.
"I'm going to my bedroom to sleep. Can we have a late breakfast together here? You can check up on me… play doctor if you want," he said.
"I am a doctor, silly."
"I know. You can make sure I'm hydrated. I'll stay in bed all day tomorrow and we can have trays brought up with all kinds of food. I think you'll be impressed with my bedroom."
"That sounds very naughty and not in alignment with formal courting."
"We won't be naked… unless you want to be naked. I have no problem with that. Alternative healing is a thing."
"How about you rest by yourself and I'll bring all the kids to see you for dinner. We can eat here with you and they'll tell you stories for bedtime."
"Deal."
"Okay then."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, N'Jadaka."
"Goodnight, Yani."
He spanked her backside and then held her hand to walk her to his front door.
"You were right. I needed to take a step back," he said when they reached the entrance.
"I have never steered you wrong, my king."
"I like how you say that."
His eyes looked glassy and far away like he was imagining her saying that in an illicit situation.
"Remember… respectable. I am a princess and you will treat me as such," she said.
"I'm glad you came to see me today. I feel blessed. I mean that, Ma."
"Get to bed."
He swept his arms around her waist and lifted her onto her toes. Her body responded to his touch again and she fought to make herself leave his home. The way he looked at her should've made her combust, but she kept it together long enough to get away.
Outside of his front door, she made no eye contact with anyone, not even the Kingsguard assigned to escort Yani to her guest quarters. They would see the bright arousal in her eyes and know all of her nasty thoughts about their king.
Her king.
She grinned in the elevator. He was earning his way back, little by little.
Chapter 67 HERE.
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Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D
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This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭
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Y/N POV
I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.
After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.
"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.
I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.
"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.
He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.
"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.
I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.
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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined
"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.
TBC...
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josephine-udaku · 2 years
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