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Summertime Magic XIII

A/N: WHAAAAT?!?!?! Another chapter of your FAV fanfic with Mr. N'Jadaka Udaku.

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Warning: Nothing really but there is a discussion about ... uhn uhn no spoilers sorry

Word Count: 4182

Song Recommendation: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize.  He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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N’Jadaka looked up at Leslie and said “I can explain everything, Leslie. Wait, does she-“.

“Nope. She doesn't know anything. Y’know I was a little skeptical when we first met then I started to see you more and when Y/N told me about your trips to Wakanda, I just thought ‘hmmm, just another person from Wakanda. But then low and behold the freaking king and lord of Wakanda are in your house. You don’t know how to hide it, don’t you?”, Leslie asked before she took a sip of red wine. The prince looked down at his hands and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry but you have to keep this between us. She can't know right now”

“Why? So, my best friend doesn’t know she is gonna be one of your wives?”

“One of my wives? Leslie, where the hell did you hear that from?” Leslie poured another glass and said, “my grandma told me when she was back home, the kings and princes had multiple wives. Look, I ain’t tryna talk shit about our own culture but Y/N is too good to be one of your wives. I ain’t with that shit and neither would she.” N’Jadaka laughed and said “with all due respect, she must have not been there for decades because we stopped that shit when my unc became king. Queen Mother wasn't with that shit at all either so I get you. I care about Baby Girl too damn"

Leslie leaned forward on her hand as she asked "then why can't she know? I mean you love her and what not so why keep her in the dark?" N'Jadaka took a deep breath and started to explain why. "Well, I feel like if she finds out she may leave me, use me, or just whatever the fuck she wants. I had to basically stop my friends from mentioning people around me. I have to keep a very low profile at all times or someone will run and ask for my autograph like I'm Beyonce or something."

"With all due respect my prince, you will never be Beyonce. And do you really think sissy is like that", she asked in a monotone voice, left brow rose and arms extra folded. N'Jadaka sat up and looked her in the face before saying “no. To be honest, I just wanna protect my baby. She really does mean a lot to me but I just know a lot of folks will come after her. I promise I will tell her.”

"When", said Leslie when she rolled her eyes, not believing him. N'Jadaka kept her eyes on her as he dug in his pocket and slid a velvet box towards her. “N’Jadaka…is that what I think it is?” Leslie looked to him before grabbing the box and once she opened it, all she can say was:

"Wow." 

"Yeah, been holding on since we made it official."

"N'Jadaka, this is beautiful. But wait, why buy a ring but not tell her about you being royality?"

"It may seem foolish but it was M'Baku's idea. He said it would be more suspenseful, dramatic but mostly I did it because I want to take her on a trip to Wakanda in a few months and tell her." Leslie couldn’t stop looking at the ring; a 2 1/4 ct tw Emerald-cut 14K White Gold but the band looked like it was a polished vibranium finish. Leslie felt teary eyed just looking at it, just imagining how her best friend would react and how beautiful of a bride she would be. “Wow, this is really nice and beautiful and sweet. I’m sorry that I’m so dramatic. I am just so happy for y’all.” He walked over to her and hugged her tight as he chuckled. “Well, I’m happy you love it. I can’t wait to see my baby’s reaction.” 

They heard footsteps and had to be inconspicuous; N’Jadaka let go of Leslie and started caressing the fridge while Leslie wiped her face clean of tears and sipped her wine clean, they saw the ring and its box; he grabbed and hid it in his pocket. Y/N waltzed in with her nephew on her like a koala. “Hey, Monte. They in here and for some reason, babe is making love to y’all new fridge.”

“If he gets my fridge pregnant, he will pay child support”, Monte said as he walked behind her. Soon, everyone made their way to the backyard where it was a whole barbeque feast along with pot roast, baked mac and cheese and multiple side dishes. “So, JD. How is the OutReach center going, man? Sis been tellin’ me about some of programs already?”

“Oh yeah. You know we have the whole nine yards but I think the kids are going to be more into the science and art programs though. We also got the sports coming in too so the kids are gonna love it.” Monte nodded and asked “So JD, when are you and sis gonna make me an uncle?” Y/N coughed on her white wine and fanned herself to breathe again; Izaiah patted her back to make sure she was okay. Leslie told Monte “baby, don’t tryna sound like pops please. They will have kids one day.”

“Leslie baby, I know. I’m just talking trash, that's all.” Leslie cut into her pot roast as she glared at him and said “well, ya better stop or your butt is gonna be talking to that couch.” Monte looked at her and glared at her back but went back to his food then asked “so, baby sis, when y’all getting married”; this made Leslie choke like Y/N and she quickly drank her water while everyone watched. N’Jadaka sat there with wide eyes eating his food then relaxed them once she felt Y/N’s hand on his thigh. She looked to her good friend and said “when the time comes, Monte. I don’t want to rush into anything, you know what I mean but even if he never asks me to be his wife; it doesn't matter to me. I will always love him.” N’Jadaka looked at her and smirked as she winked and went back to his food. 

Once they finished dessert, Monte, N’Jadaka and Izaiah were playing with a huge yoga ball in the backyard. Leslie grabbed her vape, added a cream pineapple flavor and took a small puff, making sure to blow the smoke out where Y/N wasn’t sitting. “I can’t believe Monte asked that”, Y/N said before pouring her fourth glass of white wine. Leslie took another hit and asked “which one”?

“About me having a kid with him. He know that is a touchy ass subject so why ask?” Leslie took a deep breath sipping her red wine and said “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I feel bad now.” Y/N looked to her then looked at the three boys and watched as N’Jadaka played with her godson. He looked so happy as he played with the small child; it warmed her heart so much but then she felt a tear drop and her heart shattered. She excused herself and went straight to the bathroom. Once she did, she saw her mascara running down her cheeks. “Great, there goes my makeup.” She grabbed one of Leslie’s makeup wipes and tapped her running mascara marks away. She then dug into her purse to grab her setting powder, her travel powder brush and started to cover what was missing from her makeup. Y/N closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told herself “I am beautiful. I am powerful. I am strong. I am loved and I matter.” She opened her eyes to see Monte standing behind her with a concerned face that made her heart fall to her kneecaps. “What the fuck, Monte?! When the Hell did you get in here?!”

“Uh, when you started chanting like Angela Bassett praying like Tina Turner”; she rolled her eyes and he looked at her reflection. “Bae told me where you were and also cussed me the fuck out so yeah.” She looked at him as she reapplied her eyeliner then her mascara. Monte bent down to place his head on her shoulder, pouting as he looked in the mirror. “Sissy, you ain’t mad at me are you?”

“I’m chillin’, Monte.”

“You sit on a throne of lies, madam. I’ve known you since middle school and I know how you are, missy. You get that look in ya like you wanna shank someone in the knee cap then ya nostrils start flaring up.” Y/N looked up to him which made him point at her and stand up straight. “See, there it is”; she turned to him which made him yelp and slam his back into the door. She poked into his chest as she said the following words:

“Why the hell would you mention children knowing what I've been through?” Monte relaxed his shoulders a tad and took a deep breath; he hung his head in defeat and replied: “I am sorry, sis. I feel really bad. I meant no harm by it.” Y/N looked at him with folded arms before he asked, “he doesn’t know, does he”; she stood in silence which he took as an answer. “You gonna have to tell him one day right, sis? You can’t hide it from him forever.” Y/N stood there, feeling as if she was disappointed in herself. She loves N’Jadaka dearly but what if her secret would make him leave for good. 

Once it was time to go, Y/N placed her god baby in his bed and tucked him while JD watched. He grinned thinking of how great of a mom she would be. He thought about what he was asked at dinner and just couldn’t stop imagining him and Y/N as parents. He felt like she he was a chunky baby, their child would also be a chunky one as well. He didn't care if they had a boy or girl first; the only thing that mattered was the health and well being of the child or, as he would like in the future, children. When he was growing up in Oakland, California, he only really had his father up until he was eight sadly. Once his father passed away and his family took him to Wakanda, Mother Ramonda and Father T’Chaka were his parental figures. At fourteen years old, his family decided to explain his mother’s death; she passed away two days after giving birth to him. This became a fear for him especially if he and Y/N decide to make their own family.

The ride home was honestly so quiet which wasn’t their typical quiet, there was some tension that you can cut with a knife.When they got to N’Jadaka’s home, she hopped in the shower as he was checking his phone and getting undressed. Y/N stood looking in the mirror after she hopped out, she had to come clean about her secret. To her, communication was key and she knew that if she kept this hidden then it would keep eating at her. In bed, her in a huge shirt and him in just sweat pants, they just lied there looking at the ceiling; and that’s how they dosed off.

Y/N woke up to the smell of breakfast so she stood, stretched her limbs and headed to do her morning routine before leaving the bathroom. N’Jadaka stood at the counter as she walked out, listening to Brent Faiyaz and setting the waiting area. He poured some OJ in tall curved glasses and followed half the cup with champagne. On their plates were fluffy omlettes with spinach, peppers and cheese, wheat toast, turkey sausage links, bacon and a side of hashbrowns. She sat at the counter and took a small sigh before saying “good morning” with a small smile and buttering her toast. N’Jadaka can tell something was troubling her and said “y’know? My unc always said ‘you can always feel if something is troubling someone you care for.’ You have something on your mind. I can feel it”. 

“I just been thinking about what Monte said at dinner”, she said after showing and finishing a slice of toast. N’Jadaka looked up at her while he sipped his mimosa. Once he placed his cup back down and moved his food next to her as he sat. N’Jadaka sat ext to her and leaned into her saying “baby, we already talked about this. We don’t have to get married anytime soon, love. We-”.

“I can’t have kids, N’Jadaka”, she said as she poked at her food. N’Jadaka was taken back honestly mentally. He had no idea what to say in the situation. He couldn’t imagine what was going on through her mind. But all he can do was stand as ahe looked down at her plate and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on her head and as the hug went on, he heard little sniffs and felt her rub his arm slowly; the sound of her crying broke his heart. He kissed her head to comfort her and said “it’s okay, Y/N.” 

“It’s not. I just-” ; she stopped and continued. “What if you wanted kids one of these days and I can’t give them to you. I just- I just don’t want you to regret being with me...” He looked over her head, took a deep, holding her tighter before he letting go and went to sit back down. “Y/N, I will never regret being with you. I love you way too much to say that is a deal breaker. We don’t have to have kids right now and when the time comes, we can just try and do our research. And even if we still have a baby, I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Really”, she said as she look up at him while tearing up a bit. N’Jadaka wiped her tears with his thumbs as he told her “of course, beautiful. I would never call it quits because of that. We will make it work. Aight?” She nodded and he leaned into her lips and kissed them softly. “Now, eat ya food, shower, get dolled up, alright? You been working a lot, you may got a little burn out and stress going on so I’m take you to get ya nails and feet done. Maybe, a deep ass massage, a little shopping trip for you and not for your shop. Okay?”

Y/N sat there in her feelings but they weren’t bad feelings. She felt love, she felt safe and never felt this way with any man before and she was okay with that. After they ate and got ready, they headed out and spent the day together. He would steal some looks of her. Watching her with pineapple hair, black shades, tye dye body con dress with red slides to match, she was beautiful not even trying. As they walked the street of Rodeo, he would pull her and wrap his arms around showing her a warm embrace. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Even just watching her get nails and feet done, he still loved being around her and in her presence. As she talked and got pampered, he watched as she smiled and everytime she did, there was light that just shined and made everyone smile from ear to ear; he couldn’t wait to make her Mrs. Udaku and treat her like royalty the rest of their lives.

The following week, both of their schedules were hectic as heck. From the Outreach Center to the grand opening of her salon, they have been overly busy with everything. When ever they were together, they were always working but they always made sure that made time for one another. On the next off day for N’Jadaka, he sat at his place bored and laying in bed. All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door and got up to answer; it was Jerald and Sheila. The couple wore a matching Nike sweatsuit and had bags in their hands. “Hey, man. Where baby girl at”, Sheila asked. He told her “working on the shop, S. She’ll be home in a few hours.” 

Jerald places the bags on his counter and said “my moms made you grip of food, bruh. Cornbread, greens, pot roast, all that.” N’Jadaka rubbed his hands together feeling his inner fat boy jumping for joy. “Awe shiet. Ma Dukes threw down, huh?”

“You know she did. How ya fam doing by the way? I know the finna all be down here soon for the grandopening in like a month, huh?”

“Yeah, but between me and you, they just wanna meet Y/N. M’Baku and T already did and B’s big ass try to talk to Leslie.” Jerald and Sheila now sat on the couch as Jerald said “Leslie got a whole ass child and man though right.” While she rubbed Jerald’s back, she told the guys “please that aint stopping nothing for M’Baku. Remember her tried to get at me when I was a few months pregnant?” N’Jadaka chuckled and said “oh yeah and he was trying to challenge him on the mountain. Nah, that was funny as fuck.” 

“Man, I still got PTSD from being on that damn mountain being butt ass naked.” N’Jadaka passed them some drinks like water and apples juice before sitting. “So, JD, did you do it yet”, Jerald asked and N’Jadaka replied “nah, not yet man. I want it to be special though and y’all got be apart of it.” 

“I’m sorry but what are y’all talking about?”

“N’Jadaka is proposing to Y/N”. N’Jadaka said “NIGGUH! Now, you know S can’t keep a damn secret.” She stood and said “am not. At least I aint tell the baby you a whole ass Prince of Wakanda. Did I, hmmm?” Jerald looked at N’Jadaka and said “bae, you kinda told the last girl he hooked up with though.” She looked at him and seemed as if a ray of heat hit the back of his head because his eye twitched once before he said “she looking at me is she?” He avoided her glance as his friend chuckled before saying “Sheila, please don’t tell my girl anything. But my plan is to tell her that I got a surprise vacation planned, she won’t need anything just her and her phone, right? Ima get Dora Milaje to dress up and up on the aircraft then on the plane I will tell her we in Wakanda and all that but then once, we getting greeted by all the tribes. Ima make her feel like royalty the whole night you know after I tell her. Then Auntie talking about a welcoming feast and party but after that, Ima take her to the garden then BOOM candles every where, flowers falling, the purple night sky and my hands in hers as I get on one knee and then this.” He even got on his right knee as he showed the ring. Jerald stood and looked at the ring. “This shiet is sick as fuck, bruh.”

“Is that a vibranium band, JD?” The prince looked at the ring as he stood and said “yeah, it is. Because just like vibranium, our love can withstand anything and last for generations to come.” He heard sniffles as he looked up and saw not only Sheila crying but also Jerald. “That’s so beautiful, nigga. Got my crying and shiet.” Sheila looked to him and pushed him out the way to get to JD. “I promise I won’t saying anything. I am so happy for y’all, baby brother. EEEEK, I can’t wait.”

“Hey, y’all. Can’t wait for Sheila?” They shock to see Y/N standing there with black plastic bags of food. She wore some distressed jeans, a white tee and matching Converse; her hair was in a low bun. Sheila looked at the box in N’Jadaka’s hand and stood in front so he can hide the ring in his pocket and said “the grand opening of the salon, sis. Y’know what? That reminds me, girl. We actually got to get our fits ready. The event is in two days, right?” She pulled Jerald up and pushed him to door as she got her answer and walking; they said their byes with some hugs and left. Y/N turned to her man and said, with a confused expression as she walked to him, placed the bags on the coffee, “was J crying?”

“Yeah, we watching a sad ass movie, Sheila made us watched.” She giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck to kiss his lips once; he growled in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist, deeply kissing her. She moaned as her lips and tongue make love to his. She began to hold the back of neck getting deeper into the kiss until she smelt the food. She tried to pull away from the kiss but he didn’t want to stop. 

“Baby, the food is gonna cold.”

“Fuck that food. I wanna eat you instead.”

“Baby, I’m hungry.”

“You can eat later after I eat.”  With that, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and made their way to the bedroom. He threw her gently on the bed and started crawling up her body. “You gonna feed me, baby girl, or do I gotta unwrap my food myself.” She looked up at him while on her elbows before unzipping and slipped out her jeans. He began kissing her inner thighs before slipping her panties to the side. Slipping his thick digits inside her made her grip them instant as he did a curling motion as he sucked her clit. She moaned at the feeling and felt all her stress from the work week. She looked down at him to see his gentle orbs looked right at her. 

He loved making eye contact whether it was missionary.

“I love you so much”.

From the side.

“Damn, this pussy good as fuck, baby girl.”

And especially from the back. God, bless that mirror.

“Look at you taking all this dick. Mmmm fuck. Don’t you look beautiful taking this dick.”

“I look so good taking this dick, daddy.” After they made love, he stood from the bed still nude and said “aight, baby. You wanna eat?” All the answer he got was when he heard little snores behind him; he just chuckled and laughed.

It was the night of the grand opening and they were ready. N’Jadaka looked in the mirror of the bedroom and knew he looked good in his attire with his coat wide open and gold fangs glistening. Y/N came out in her amazing dress and he was taken aback. He kissed her cheek and they were off. They saw the news trucks, her family, friends, and supporters as they pulled up. Y/N got local black businesses to cater the event, and she had something to say before she opened the doors. 

“Hey, everyone. If you do not know who I am, I’m Y/N Y/L/N . I have been doing hair since very young young and been saving for this moment. This may sound cliche but I honestly am very thankful for y’all support and just being here. It was a very long road to travel down but it was all so worth it. I appreciate you all from friends and family for having my back for years but I also want to thank a man who has showed me so much love in the year and few we have dated and that man is Mr. N’Jadaka Udaku, who without him, I wouldn’t be standing here now.”  She held out her hand to signal him to come and as everyone cheered, clapped and took photos, he stood behind her, hugging her from the back and just being so proud of her but they didn’t know what was happening a few feet behind the crowd. 

There was a couple leaning in a silver Nissan Altima, wearing all black hiding in the night. “So, what you got planned to fuck them over,” said the man who was still upset N’Jadaka has his ex now. He looked towards the woman and said “just know, you inspired this plan… a lot.”  The woman was about to do something to ruin what a good thing the couple had, but she didn’t care and was willing to do anything to let Y/N know she made a huge mistake.

Um....who in the raggedy hell plotting on Y/N and the Prince and HOW do you think Y/N will feel when she finds out N'Jadaka is a whole Prince? Find out in the next chapter. *evil cackle*

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Under The Influence | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 11: ~Lost Boy~

For Chapter 10: ~Please Don’t Leave~ click here.

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“But I do have to go talk to him now then." He stroked a piece of her hair back that had escaped from her bun and she nodded, letting her arms fall to each side of her body weakly again. "I'll be back, beautiful."

"Okay, Baku. I'll stay around the palace."

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She kissed his cheek one more time before she wandered off into the palace to do her daily tasks as usual. M'Baku had waited until she was completely out of his sight in the meantime before he slowly turned around, his eyes landing on the dark ones he could feel burning into his back from the shadows. "I can't seem to ever truly win, can I?" The king asked and stepped in front of M'Baku, leaving the trusted shadows to show himself standing tall and powerful.

"I see you've been watching us. If you're talking about Ms. Gold, she's all yours." He calmly stated, his heart aching at the words that left his mouth. He never talked about a woman like she was an object or someone's property, and yet what he had said sounded exactly like it. He felt disgusted with himself.

"She doesn't hold me the way she holds you." He answered sharply and M'Baku lifted his shoulders.

"It'll come. Just give her time."

"I gave her plenty of time."

"Have you ever noticed how she looks at you? How she talks about you?" M'Baku tilted his head, back straightened. "She is willing to risk her job, willing to commit to you, willing to give her heart and her body to you. She had sex with me for a reason, lost boy. She doesn't trust people easily and if she gave herself to you that's already a huge step for her."

"What did you call me?" Erik turned more aggressive, but it didn't affect M'Baku at all.

"Have you even heard a word I said?" He slowly folded his hands in front of his broad body, putting on a stern facial expression.

"I heard you fucking called me a lost boy."

"Because you are. You're mentally not prepared to be a king, you don't know what you're doing and your negative emotions are all over the place. You're not an outsider anymore, you're accepted by most of Wakanda thanks to your advisor and so there is no reason to hold onto your hatred. Act like a king if you want to be seen as one." He advised and turned his back to him. He wasn't going to work together with him anymore, and he definitely wasn't going to let go of Ven yet, not when she was with such a still unstable man, but he did believe he could help. Erik needed guidance and M'Baku could perhaps push him into the direction he needed to go in as a new king of Wakanda. "And as long as you don't, I won't back away from spending time with Ms. Gold."

"She's not yours anymore." Erik growled, but calmed down his anger right away.

"She never was, but as long as she isn't your queen, she isn't yours either." He watched him from over his shoulder, trying to see if his words were getting through him, and ordered his guards to start returning to the mountains again. He wasn't planning to stick around. If Ven wanted to see him again the only thing she had to do was contact him, but he had to return home to his people too. He was an important leader too after all.

Erik, however, was enraged. He couldn't believe M'Baku dared to talk to him like that.

It made his blood boil and he stormed back inside the palace, all the guards on purposely avoiding him not to anger him more on the way to his throne room. Still no one dared to cross him even though he had shown extreme care for his people.

Erik dropped himself onto his throne, his eyes scanning the place as he thought to himself.

He did what was best for his people, right? He made sure they were safe. He made sure people outside of Wakanda could ask for help too. What else did they want from him?

M'Baku's words really got to him and he had no idea why.... normally he was able to turn off caring what people said, caring only about his own plan....

What happened to him....?

"My king?" Ven quietly questioned as she walked in, pulling him back from his self doubting thoughts.

"Erik to you, princess."

"What happened, Erik?" She stood before him, back straight and hands neatly folded behind her back.

"Nothing for you to worry about, mama. I had a little talk with Lord M'Baku. That's all." He ran his hands through his dreads and took in a deep breath, trying to forget about it.

"About what?" She tilted her head, wondering how the conversation went if he was so quiet and one-toned.

"You already know about what." He leaned forward, legs wide as he leaned on them with his elbows. He had a dangerous glare in his eyes, but it didn't affect Ven much. She wasn't scared of him, they were surrounded by Dora Milaje who would protect her.

"Well, I'm curious how it went, so please tell me what you said." She turned back to her advisor act, not showing him any friendliness or love either. Actually anything besides seriousness and stern she didn't show.

"That you were mine and he was never allowed to see you again." He lied and watched her poker face turn to sadness instantly.

"Yes, my king." She bowed her head, also to hide her tears bottling up and turned around. "I'll see you at dinner...."

"See ya later, princess."

She shivered at the cold tone in his voice.... no love, no warmth, no nothing.

She walked away, turning around to take him in one more time as the guards closed the doors of the throne room. That wasn't the Erik she knew. He was quiet and emotionless. Slouched and uninterested. It looked to her as if he was covering up some emotions he felt and she wondered what really went down back when they talked.

She grabbed one of her Kimoyo Beads to contact M'Baku as soon as she was out of everyone's sight.

"Hey beautiful, what is it you want to talk about?"

"What happened when you two talked? Erik changed and his posture is different too. I have never seen him like this, not even before he had killed King T'Challa."

"He's confused with himself and he's working through some issues I had to point out to him, love. He won't be himself for a long time until he understands what I meant." He gave her a comforting smile and she nodded.

"He told me you weren't allowed to see me again."

"Even if he did tell me that, you know he doesn't have a real say in that. Until he has worked on himself, I won't let him take care of you too so I can offer you to stay with me until he's ready to take you back."

"You think he would hurt me if I stayed?"

"I can't say for sure, but he won't be there for you the way he was now he himself is lost. Let him calmly fix himself, calmly become the king he needs to be, and then go back to him. I will send him my advisor if you decide to stay with me so he still has all the help he needs. It's saver, beautiful."

"I know, you promise you will send him your advisor right away? I don't want him to feel even more lost."

"I promise he will have all the help he can get. I will see him every week too."

"You still have my extra stuff at your place?"

"It's still here and all washed. There are some guards waiting in the garden for you if you decide to come. They have warm clothing for you with them too."

"Thank you, Baku. I'll see you soon."

"Okay, love. I'll make sure your room is ready."

They hang up and she put the Kimoyo Bead back into her bracelet.

Was she really going to leave without telling Erik....? Or was she willing to take the risk and announce her leaving....

"Jesus, what do I do....?" She whispered and watched the garden from her window.

#venery gold #black panther #M'Baku #m'baku x oc #Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger x oc #n'jadaka #under the influence #angst

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

#┃⠀･ ｡ﾟ☆⠀〝i just want some dick.〞⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀꒰⠀𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬╱𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬╱𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬╱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬╱𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬. #erik killmonger #njadaka #n'jadaka #n’jadaka #black panther #tchalla #t'challa #t’challa #mcu #marvel #erik stevens #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x oc #chaka khan #drabble #black author #black writers #poc authors #poc writers #black authors

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Masterlist

Here is the master list for all my fics! The date at the bottom is the last time it was updated (I try to keep it as updated as possible)

Thank YOU for reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting! I appreciate and LOVE the reception and feedback and commentary more than you could ever know - it fuels me and keeps the inspiration flowing!

All stories have a face claim. However, with all my OCs, I encourage folks to see themselves in the story! Also I love angst BUT all my stories are happily ever afters so enjoy the emotional rollercoasters knowing everyone'll be ok lol Thank you again for reading! Love y'all!

MBJ Fics:

Built for Love Series - Michael B Jordan x Famous OC Reader Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan

Series Summary: Charlotte Bennett was not looking for love when she moved to LA and landed her first role in Creed. Quite the opposite actually. However, her costar, Michael B Jordan, makes her question everything she once believed possible for herself and her future. As she builds a life and relationship with him, ghosts from her past threaten to destroy it all.

Series Warnings: Violence, Mentions of past experiences with DV, Angst, Mature Sexual Content

** SMUT

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One-shots:

Completely random one shots that follow Charlotte & MBJ as they navigate the world as Hollywood’s Black power couple. Whether it be stardom, their work, parenthood, or relationship drama, the Jordans are building a love that will last a lifetime.

Protective

Oscar Night Part 1** (Part 2**)

Bleeding Through (1)

Falling Apart (1) (2)

Date Night**

Asks:

Nicknames

GQ Couples Quiz

Wicked Fantasies - MBJ x Black OC

Moodboard: coming soon!

Series Summary: Raven’s life, as of late, was one unexpected turn after another. It seemed as though every time she got a break and could get her head above water, something came tumbling to knock her back down. As she struggles to get her foot in the door of LA’s call girl scene to make extra money, she stumbles upon her big break: Michael B. Jordan, Hollywood’s most famous, talented, and notorious actor, director, and playboy. One night of pleasure for him would solve many of her continuously mounting financial problems. However, an unlucky trip to the hospital and an ill-timed flash of a paparazzi’s camera snag her the proposition of a lifetime, one that would solve all her problems and allow her to live out her most wicked fantasies with the sexist man alive. However, she forgot one cardinal rule: fantasies and pretend never last and reality would always come around eventually. 

Warnings: Mature sexual content (18+), HEAVY Dom/Sub storyline (the whole nine), this is for the kinky girlsssssss, angst

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Asks:

Late Nights

MBJ Requests:

A Love That Never Fades (MBJ x OC)

Erik Killmonger Fics

Unbreakable - Erik Killmonger x Black OC

Moodboard: Coming soon!

Series Summary: Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

Warnings: Angst

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Last Updated: October 20, 2023

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan fanfic #michael b jordan x oc #creed 3 #black panther #masterlist

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Six

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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The following morning, the sun hit through the window at just the perfect timing as the dawn light filled the room. Imani rolled over, immediately being faced with N'Jadaka in his bed. Noticing that they were both naked, a blush slowly started to creep her face.

To say how much different he was in bed versus not, it was like the sun and moon. He wouldn't dare disrespect her if she told him to go do something, there was no hesitance because there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Outsiders may look within the relationship and assume that she was the one that took charge, and he listened to her.

Now, he established that when pushed to the limit, he can assert his dominance when needed. Honestly, that is what made Imani turned on by the man. One thing though, his tautness was shown in and out of bed, she didn't know if she hated it or it made her pussy wet... or both.

She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand, picking it up to see the time, it was about ten minutes till six in the morning. "Fuck." she groaned, knowing that they had a radio interview and an interview with one of the political channels. She sat up, yawning as she grabbed the covers, wrapping the white comforter over body before shaking Erik.

"It's time to wake up." she groaned. His snoring stopped but his eyes were still closed, not moving at all as he stayed damn near dead. She rolled her eyes, pushing the covers off his body, almost regretting it as he was experiencing morning wood. She couldn't help but stare at it, almost wanting to touch it but wasn't sure if he would enjoy it.

"If you gonna look at it, you might as well touch it." he groaned as she looked back at him in shock.

"I wasn't-"

"You sure you wanna sit up here and lie?" he asked peaking his eyes open, placing his hands behind his head. She kissed her teeth, trying not to make it noticeable that she was indeed intrigued by his situation downstairs. He sat up against the headboard, as he grabbed her putting him onto his lap she let out a groan, feeling his dick against her thigh.

"Jadaka, we gotta get ready.." she started to moan as he laid kisses on the side of her neck, tracing his back with his hands.

"Mhmm, I know. I can make it quick." he said, reaching between the two and rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Pretty please." he looked up at her, circling his tongue around her exposed nipple.

"Fuuck..." she closed her eyes almost giving in. "No." she jumped off of him as he raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled angrily at herself as she turned down some more good dick, but she knew what she had to do. "You are soo.." she couldn't even finish her sentence as he smirked at how bad she was struggling. "Ugh. Just get ready." she looked on the ground for some clothes as he smiled at her struggling. Finding a T-Shirt on the ground, she put it on, cursing herself for not having any underwear. Grabbing her things, he grabbed her hand before kissing her on the lips, before he depended the kiss.

"At least lemme get a taste of that pussy before you leave." he whispered at her as she gasped. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk, as she bit her lip.

"Jadaka.." she trailed off as a warning.

"What, you gave me a taste of that sweet pussy and expect me not to want it? You keeping that pretty pussy from me?" he asked her tilting his head, smiling at her. Just like clock worth, she placed her phone on the desk. The throb that she felt in her pussy now, she needed more than just that.

She got back on the bed, sitting on his thighs as she spat on his dick and rubbed it in. "What you about to do?" he asked, intrigued by her actions. She didn't say anything, as she hovered over his dick slowly inserting herself.

"There you go, just take this dick." he moaned as she put her feet flat beside him, grabbing the head board and going to work. If all he had to do was talk nasty to her to make her give up her goodness, this was gonna be one hell of a ride.

With her being turned on by him, and him being damn near a professional freak, they would just be going at it.

The herb didn't help either... for either of them.

"Oooh.." she gasped, feeling him a lot more deeper. "Fuck, I feel you in my stomach." she moaned, gilding along him nice and slowly. She was still sensitive from the night before, as they went at it for hours.

"Freaky ass, all I gotta do is beg your lil nasty ass." he asked her as she nodded. "Answer me." he smacked each of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck yes, Jadaka! Fuck!" She went about in circular motions with her hips as she bounced, Erik looking at her in complete shock.

"There you go. Making daddy feel so fucking good." he smacked her ass again. She fell onto her knees as he laid on his back still into her. She then continued to bounce her ass on his dick, the clapping noises heard in the room as he matched her rhythm.

"Fuck you got some good pussy on you girl." he grunted smacking her ass multiple times. Sure enough, there was going to most definitely be marks on her ass with the way Erik was obsessed with it. She reached behind her as she spread her ass cheeks and pussy as Erik moaned in her ear.

"Yeahhh that's right. Spread that pussy for daddy, damn." he groaned into her ear. If only he could see what they looked like from the back.

It was almost like she read his mind, because she stopped her movements and turned around with his dick still inside. Getting back into position, with her elbows propped between his legs, she started to bounce her again. From the view alone Erik knew he was going to bust. The way her wetness coded his dick, how her pussy tugged every time she would come back up. She spread her ass cheeks for him again as he groaned.

"You like watching my pussy fuck this dick daddy.." she moaned.

"Fuuck you gonna make daddy cum.. keep fucking going." he grunted, fucking back into her.

"Ooh daddy, give me the nut please.." she moaned.

"Fuuck." he pulled out, jerking his dick as his cum spread about her ass. Grunting, she grabbed one of the towels but before she could clean herself up, Erik was standing and had her on the edge of the bed on her.

"Jadaka wait I- oohhh my Godd." she moaned as he slammed inside of her, fucking her at a fast pace. "Daddy...." she moaned out. He grabbed her hair making her look at his dick go inside of her.

"Look how pretty that pussy look taking my dick." he whispered as her eyes started to close. "Aht aht, open those fucking eyes. Lemme look at you when you cum on my dick." he said as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"Sexy fucking ass, you not going no where." he grunted. He let her hair go, as his hands found their way back to her clit. His words mixed with this pace had her squirting all over his torso. He pulled out as her legs started to shake, he picking her up and taking her to the showers.

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"Welcome Prince Erik and Princess Imani." The radio hose Sean stated as she smiled at him.

"Just Imani and Erik is fine." Imani spoke up with a smile on her face.

"Ooh okay miss humble, we love to see it." his co-host Kaitlyn stated as they chuckled. They were on the Brunch's Club Podcast / Radio, one of the most famous podcasts within the black community. Everyone around the nation was tuning into the Prince and Princess first radio interview, or first interview at all here in America.

"So I just want to ask you Erik, you come from someone like a background like me. Foster kid, on the streets, doing what you have to do to survive. How has this change, damn near everything for you?" Sean asked him.

"I mean really.. it's a like a ghetto fairy tale." he said as everyone laughed. "But nah, really, it's a lot, you know. I grew up not really having anything, and then I built my businesses over the years and let them grow, now I'm here. Honestly, it's a blessing." he stated as Sean nodded.

"And Imani-" he stopped himself looking around. "Gotta make sure ain't no snipers finna blow my head off for not saying Princess." he said making her laugh.

"Nahh, they wouldn't let them in." she said as his face dropped. "I'm joking.." she stated as Kaitlyn laughed.

"Nigga really got scared."

"Y'all ain't see those ladies outside with the spears and shit? Fuck around my head may be just on the end of one. I ain't never been so scared of a bunch of women before except my mother and my wife." he said making the room laugh. "Alright alright, but how does it feel to date someone that never really grew up in this lifestyle?" he asked her.

"Honestly it feels no different with someone like him. I feel like, he already has the spirit of wanting to help people and that's one quality that I want for a king for my nation , and he is a natural leader, so he really didn't have really much to prove." she stated looking at him as he smiled at her.

"Awe y'all are so cute... so how'd did this happen." Kaitlyn asked gushing over the too.

"She ain't like me." "Oh I couldn't stand him."

They both said at the same time as the hosts looked at them in shock. "What! Oh my god!" Kaitlyn exclaimed. "I thought it was gonna be some cute sappy shit like, you tripped and he caught you and it was instant love at first sight. why didn't you like him.. I mean I am curious because-" she looked at Imani with a 'do you not see him' look making her a chuckle. She most

"It's really just he caught me at a bad time. I had just got into an argument with my dad, you know how that goes, there was just some personal stuff so when I met him, like I was already mad. He really just icked a nerve that specific day in the specific hour." she stated looking at him.

"Yeah.. had to fix that real quick." Erik smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oop." Kaitlyn said sipping her water looking between the two.

"Aye, y'all let's keep it PG," Sean stated with a chuckle.

"Man not like that." he smacked his teeth then laughed. "She caught herself having a lil attitude and I just.. called her out?" he said in a more question tone.

"Ooh you must've hated that." Sean smirked at.

"Don't remind me." she said flipping her dreads over her shoulder as they laughed. "But really, that was the kinda reality check I needed though, especially because I realized that we were kind of having issues that we could relate to, so I was like you know what? Let me just get to know him and stop being an asshole. It went from that, to this." she responded looking at him smiling.

"So I know back in the States, you've had past relationships with some people, how has that changed now that you are basically a part of one of the richest royal families in the world?" Sean asked Erik as he sighed.

"I have had a lot of people, try to like, hit me up about it. Some congratulating me, don't really know what I'm being congratulated on. " he said honestly. "But I most definitely had a few folks try to play clout chaser." he responded. Imani agreed at the statement, immediately thinking about Arianna.

"Yeah, like Arianna Cope? Her tweets about Imani is just so outta place it's weird." Kaitlyn responded as Imani looked at her confused.

"What tweets?" she asked as the two hosts looked at her confused.

"Girl, she been damn near sub-tweeting you everyday since y'all dropped the receipts about the editing recording." she said pulling out her phone. Imani looked at Erik confused, but he had the same look of confusion.

With how on top of things she was about anything that either had or Erik's name in the press, this was news to her. Then again, it wasn't really the pressed. Kaitlyn handed her the phone, looking at the search bar where Imani's name were to find tweets with it.

"Yeah, some of her supporters were calling you scary and shit because you wouldn't respond." Sean said leaning back in his chair.

"Oh my-" she said looking at all the tweets negatively bashing her. She handed it back, before she laughed. Even some tears escaping.

''What's funny?" Sean asked confused as the burst of laughter.

"No it's sad but it's funny at the same time because she's just arguing with herself." she said as Erik shook his head laughing while covering his face.

"So you don't care that she's talking about you?" Kaitlyn asked. Imani wiped her tears off before saying,

"Look, I don't mean this in a shady or be disrespectful towards her, but in all reality, I have a lot of more important things to worry about then engaging with her issues with me." she spoke.

"Like running an entire country." Erik said drinking out of his water bottle.

"Exactly. To be fair, I have a lot more other people, Important people may I add, that doesn't like me like rulers of other countries because of our political stance and honestly, those are the ones that I care more about if I do care at all." she stated as Sean nodded.

"Aye, that's valid." he stated. "Especially after she tried to set y'all up, the fact that's what she's mad about is instance to me." Sean replied

"And she's the only girl that I've dated who is this obsessed with us speaks more about her then it does us. Obviously, I'm not going to sit here and be lied on, putting what we have and what we are trying to build on the line. Like look at her, you think Ima mess this up?" Erik said looking her up and down with a smirk as she blushed rolling her eyes.

"Aye that's what I'm talking about."

Even though the circumstances weren't clear and through as she spoke, it surprised her honestly how far Erik's and her relationship did. She remembered how she would tell herself that this was just for the sake of her people, realizing that T'Challa was most definitely right.

You could mix pleasure with business.

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"Alright, last interview." Imani stated sitting at the desk looking at Erik. "Ready?" she asked him. As this was one of the more serious ones, talking about there supply change.

The host, Nathaniel Carter, hosted a republican channel on Fox News. He and his other hosts were very open around the fact that America should be the country to handle the supply chain of Vibranium, and not some random country in Africa.

Colonizers.. am I right?

"Sorry I'm a tad bit late." Nathaniel replied as Imani looked at him and smiled. "It happens to us all, it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Carter." she said sticking her hand out for him to shake as he shook it.

"Nathaniel will do fine, Princess Imani." he stated

"Well then just Imani will do just fine." she smiled at him. He was caught by surprised by how well spoken she was, even how nice she was too. He then introduced himself to Erik with him shaking his hand.

"First thing first, thank you for your service in our military Stevens." Nathanial stated , emphasizing on the our. Erik nodded with a forced smile. "Quite the entourage you got here." Nathanial looked around to see the Dora Milije posted around the set.

"Don't mind them. Just here four our protection, kind of like the secret service." Erik stated as Nathanial sat across from them.

"We good to go?" he asked the producers as they gave him a thumbs up.

"Welcome back to another political segment where we have the next heir to the Kamado Nation, Miss Imani and Mr. Erik. " he stated as they waved at the camera.

"So I was just doing some basic research on the two of you just so I could get a view point and you two may I say have a very interesting academic record. Miss Imani you graduated top of your class at Oxford University and you Erik graduating at the top of your class at MIT. Yet, you guys are so young." he stated as Erik nodded.

"Well our thrive for education and learning subdue our age so it seems." Imani stated.

"So Erik, your new to this life style right, growing up on the streets of Oakland. What are your plans for when you rule as King?" Nathaniel asked him. Imani didn't let it show that the question was only directed towards him, but Erik being who he was answered,

"Well for us, we have been really focusing on the youth of our country, building more schools and outreach programs to enhance their learning and education." Erik stated.

"Also, we are working on some environmental plans. We have been having conversations with Wakanda's environmental specialist on cutting down CO2 emissions and hopefully help other countries also since we do have the resources." Imani stated.

"Interesting, and how about your military? There has been conversations of you guys have been building your military terrain." he asked Erik but Imani spoke up.

"Our military both navy, air force and army have had an increase that is true. This is pretty normal for our countries when there is a shift of power. Only because there has been times in countries in Africa where there has been a shift of change, European countries tended to try and interfere." she stated as Erik spoke up.

"It's just something that has been affected from the past that still is present in our present and most likely our future." Erik said as Nathaniel looked at Imani. "Our military was made out of around 5,542,000 people when King Z'Kiri the throne back in 1979." he told him.

"By the time I heir the throne, it should be up to almost 8 million. Small yes, but very mighty."

"You seem to know a lot about your countries military's." Nathanial looked at her. "It's not every day we see a princess your age so interested in their military." he finished.

"Well Nathanial, I don't have a choice. We have people that we need to protect and we also have resources that needs protection. So knowing these things are essentially important." she reminded him, he then looked at Erik.

"So how do you feel that the potential queen is handling this type of information. You know, because your the only one that's been in the military between the two." Imani knew it was a jab at her intelligence, but she knew Erik would handle it.

"Honestly, I would rather have that then a queen who doesn't know nothing. A queen who doesn't know nothing and is only there to look pretty can cause more damage. I love that she is passionate about these things, because it's not like America where you have the president, and the first-lady is just there showing appearances every once in a while." Erik stated.

"In countries like ours, Queens are just as important as our Kings." Imani added

"Kings are just the male versions of Queens in Wakanda and Kambaho." Erik finished. She looked at him impressed with that statement.

"So Erik, what makes her qualified to be queen?" he asked him.

"The question really is what makes her not qualified. She has studied the history of ancient and modern war-fare, she is precise and makes every decision planned out to a T, she courageous and very smart. Honestly the true question is what makes me qualified to be King?" he chuckled as she chuckled at the last statement.

"If I can speak-" she said sitting up in her chair. "I feel like, there has been a history of royals across the globe over the past centuries that blind our sights on what is fairytale and what is truth. I know you don't mean it, but I can't help but feel like you don't think I deserve to have this authority because of what I have between my legs or the year I was born but truth be told, none of the latter matters." she stated. Nathanial squinted his eyes at her then back before saying,

"It's just some might say that you are too young to be making decisions like these. For example, the situation with vibranium?"

Bingo.. there it is.

"What about it?" Erik and her said at the same thing.

"Well for starters, vibranium from my own research is the strongest material on Earth, yet two small countries in the middle of Africa is handling. Don't you think it should be trusted with a country that has a high military performance versus that?" he asked as she shrugged.

"I mean, you answered your question. Vibranium should not be used as a weapon but it should be used for growth. Yet, we know that if vibranium makes their way into America, it would be used as such. Just like any other resource." Imani stated as Nathaniel scoffed.

"Are those spears that your guards are holding not made out of vibranium. Looks pretty deadly to me."

"Yeah well you don't really see Wakandians going around using weapons against other nations, because they won't share their resources." Erik said matter of factly.

"Look. the country of Kambaho is willing to use our resources to help countries in need. No matter the cost. But- the fact of the matter is is that we are not willing to give our most prized resource to anyone." Imani stated.

"Well also, vibranium can also be used because of it's healing properties. What you're saying is that you wouldn't give countries the chance of receiving proper health care because of the fear of violence?" he asked, Imani laughed.

"That's rich coming from America, don't you think?" she asked tilting her head. "If you care so much about the 'health' of your citizens, why charge $800 USD for insulin, something that could potentially save their life. Why are parents making go-fund me's for their child to get a tumor removed. Why is a simple ride to the hospital almost $1000 dollars? Why is it a woman have to pay $50000 dollars just to give life here?" she asked.

"Companies too have to profit to-"

"Profits when it comes to the care of our citizens don't exist. Our citizens do not have to worry about the cost of healthcare because health care is provided." Imani stated, Nathaniel quiet trying to come back with a retaliation point. He almost did, but Erik stole the words out of his mouth.

"Now it's easy for a country like us to provide care for our citizens due to the size and the resources that we do have. But in actuality, if America is the strongest country in the world, shouldn't the strongest country in the world be able to provide for their citizens?" he asked. Nathaniel knew he was loosing this debate, so he decided to take another jab but instead of at Imani, it was at Erik.

"That say a lot from someone who use to fight for our military in the black ops unit. Some might call you a trader to this country." he spat out, Erik chuckled.

"Listen, when you are a young black man in America, coming out of foster care with nothing to your name there is a possibility that your life will end up in prison or dead. Joining the military was a last result so I didn't end up either. As a black op solider who has seen some.. very traumatic things to trust and believe. I'd be a fool to decide to give the deadliest weapons to America."

- - - - - - - - - -

Just like clock work, Imani sat in the living quarters of the suit reading the results from their interview with Sean and Kaitlyn.

"Princess Imani and Prince Erik seems to be our next power couple. Literally putting the power in the statement, the two of them will become rulers of one of the most powerful countries the world has ever faced. So, you guys what are our opinions on them." she was watching one of the drama channels on one of the networks here in America.

"Honestly, I think they are so adorable. I will be honest though, they didn't really give me much royalty vibes, and that's not anything bad. They were relatable and I feel like a lot of politicians and people of higher power lack that." One of the hosts Sabrina said.

"I don't know, personally I feel like they are trying too hard to be relatable. Like I can understand Erik since he didn't come from that lifestyle, but for Imani, it seems forced you know?" Tyler stated. "But she is most definitely a cutie."

"You know what, that's understandable. But I think it's more of her being humble because we really aren't use to celebrities', especially royalty being as humble as her. " Sabrina stated as he nodded.

"She's most def humble. But can we talk about about she ate Nathanial Carter up?" Tyler laughed as Sabrina joined in. "Sis came with receipts, stats, and was very out spoken. My sis was not playing around." he snapped his fingers.

"Talking about that, she has most gotten a lot of heat from republican senators, and really just the republican party." Sabrina stated.

"Duh, of course. She spoke facts. To be honest, let's say they are willing to give America vibranium for its healing properties, we charge an arm and a leg just for the basic medication. The hell do you think they gonna do with vibranium?"

"Man turn this off." Erik stated turned off the T.V as she glared at him. "I was watching that." she said to him as she rolled her eyes.

"Stop worrying about what everybody else gotta say to us. We did good." he comforted her. She nodded before sighing. "Our last night in America... what you wanna do?" he asked her.

"Honestly, all this running around, I just want to stay in." she replied, he smirked at her.

"Of course. I can make you some dinner." he kissed her neck as she closed her eyes falling into the feeling. "Give you a massage." he gave her another kiss at the bottom of the ear. "Maybe even eat-"

"Okay N'Jadka!" she exclaimed pushing him. "Goodness gracious." she blushed as he smirked at her. The switch from how dominant she is in real life versus how submissive she is in private. He most definitely was taking advantage of this.

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[tchallasbabymama]

Updated 1/2/24

Black Panther fanfiction featuring Black OCs for the 18+ crowd. [Minors DNI]

Officially on hiatus until Spring 2024. I’ve been working on a lot of my original stories, and can’t do both at this time.

Also on AO3!

Here's my other Tumblr where I'll be keeping y'all updated on my original, non-fanfic works. I'm in the process of self-publishing an erotic novella at the moment. Stay tuned for updates!

All works are mine and may not be reposted anywhere. However, I live for feedback, so I ask that you leave comments on and reblog my stories as you read them.

Fanfics below the cut. Enjoy 😘

📚= complete series

📖= series in progress

📓=oneshot

🚧= coming soon

Characters listed in alphabetic order:

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens, A.K.A. Prince N'Jadaka

All For Us 📚

Erik Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Erik x Samira (OC)

angst

The Temple 📚

Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.

N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)

smut

Black Lace 📓

Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.

Erik x Quinn (OC)

smut

Baby Body📓

New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.

Erik x Destiny (OC)

fluff, smut

Don’t Forget About Us 📓

Erik and his ex get that old thang back.

Erik x Kayla (OC)

smut

The Wedding Guest 📓

A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.

Erik x Stevie (OC)

smut

Teamwork 📓

Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.

Erik x Raven (OC)

smut

M'Baku

Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

M’Baku x Amita (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

M’Baku’s Love 📚

Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.

M’Baku x Monae (OC)

fluff, smut

Used 📓

M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.

M’Baku x Akila (OC)

smut

Tea and Tattoos 📓

M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.

M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)

smut

Ready📓

M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.

M’Baku x Rada (OC)

smut

Girl of His Dreams📓

M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.

M’Baku x Akeza (OC)

smut

Her Throne📓

A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.

M’Baku x Zora (OC)

smut

Ramonda

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 📖

Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.

Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)

fluff, smut

Shuri

Queen Shuri📓

Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.

angst

T'Challa

Troubled Waters 📚

When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.

T’Challa x Nia (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

Playlist  📚

On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.

T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Swimming in Denial 📚

Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?

T’Challa x Kali (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Polaroids📓

Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.

T’Challa x Tasha (OC)

fluff, smut

Potential Breakup Fic 📓

T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.

T’Challa x Kiana (OC)

angst

Thunderstorm📓

The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.

T’Challa x Ororo

smut

Homecoming📓

When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.

T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)

smut

Instinct📓

The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.

T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)

smut

Crossroads Blues📓

A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.

T’Challa x Monica Lynne

angst, fluff, smut

Thank you for reading and reblogging 💕

Masterlist graphic by @griot-of-wakanda.

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[fictioninmyblood]

Primal

Masterlist

Series Summary: What happens when descendants of Wakandans long-lost shifters meet their mates? What happens when they step onto the same soil as their ancestors? What happens when the sleeping beasts awaken? What happens when fate and destiny intervene?

WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme

A/N: This series follows three different stories and will intertwine. Heimdall x Y/N, M'Baku x OC x Okoye, N'Jadaka x OC

A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.

A/N: Erik is redeemed. Fight me.

Chapter 1 - Wake the Beast

[theunsweetenedtruth]

On Your Mind (5)

Summary: The aftermath to the end of Nereyda and T'Challa.

Previous Part

Pairing: T'Challa x Nereyda (OC) Word Count: 2,897 Warnings: None A/N: Originally written in 2018

T'Challa sat in the council meeting, not hearing what was going on around him. His mind was on Nereyda; he couldn't understand where things went wrong. Ok. That wasn't true. He knew where things went wrong. But the fact that she wasn't in the palace, home with him, made him feel off. It was like missing a limb. Or his heart.

He perked up when Erik slipped in the double doors and hastened to end the meeting. "I will think about what you have presented here and will give my decision next meeting." The Elders saluted him and began to exit. Ramonda gave him a perplexed look as she left. He ignored her. She played a large role in Nereyda's departure. He wasn't sure what Ramonda had said to her but it didn't matter; Ramonda knew how he felt but it was clear to T'Challa that she was more concerned with what she thought the country should be under T'Challa's ruling, rather than the vision he had for his own rule.

When the doors shut behind the last of the council members and only Erik and him were left, T'Challa spoke. "What's the update?"

Erik took the seat next to him. "She looks okay, decorated the place, got plants and shit." T'Challa's face fell. She was moving on without him, of course she would. Soon, a brave soul would get over the aversion to her former status and she might love again. He wanted that for her but he couldn't imagine not being that person for her. His fists clenched at the thought of another man knowing Nereyda the way he did. Of another man holding her, making love to her, drawing out sighs and moans the way only T'Challa deserved to hear...

"I can tell she's miserable though." Erik's distracted voice broke through his anger.

"What? How?"

Erik held up a finger, typing on his phone. T'Challa grew impatient quickly—surely the reason why Erik was taking his sweet time was to get on his nerves. Finally he looked up from what must have been an intriguing message. "She has bags under her eyes, which means she hasn't been sleeping, her hair's looks like shit," Erik counted on his fingers. "Plus her fine ass friend been telling me what's going on with her. Says she hadn't left the house since you went there that one night."

T'Challa wasn't happy to hear Nereyda wasn't taking care of herself but he was pleased that she hadn't dropped and forgotten him like he'd feared. He frowned.

"I don't want you getting updates from Nina." He was pissed at her; if she would've minded her business, he could've explained what was happening to Nereyda first.

"Chill, T. She felt really bad after I told her what was really happening." Erik wore a Cheshire grin. "Had to do a little comforting if you know what I mean." T'Challa rolled his eyes. He was done with Erik. He rose from the throne and made his way to the door. "Aye. How long am I gonna have to keep doing this?"

T'Challa turning to his cousin slowly. "This is partly your fault N'Jadaka. If it was for yours and Nakia's scheming, I wouldn't be in this mess with Nereyda."

Erik jumped to his feet. "Nah cuz, don't put that shit on me and Nakia. If you would've been honest with your girl from jump, you wouldn't be in this mess."

T'Challa felt the truth of his words. "You're right. It's my own fault I lost the love of my life." He exited the throne room.

"So the plans for the outreach center are a go." Nakia and T'Challa were seated in his office going over the final plans for the outreach center. The first one would open in Oakland, California, an homage to T'Challa's uncle N'Jobu. This was the reason for his sacrifice.

Between him and Erik—and Nakia in her father's ear—T'Challa has been working hard over the years to bring the idea to the council. They had been thwarted at every turn, sometimes by the elders, other times by his own father. The consensus was that there was a possibility T'Challa wouldn't be fit to rule, citing both the presence of his dora in the palace, and his ideas to use Wakandan resources to help blacks all over the world. The council knew they couldn't control Erik; he was not a viable candidate for king and would make a bigger mess than T'Challa ever could. T'Challa received word that an elder's second in command had approached M'Baku about challenging T'Challa for the throne. Luckily, T'Challa and M'Baku has their own arrangement; M'Baku had no interest in being king but rather desired a voice for his people in Wakandan affairs. The council was looking for someone to challenge T'Challa though; he had to move smarter.

Bringing back Nakia to aid in the plan has quieted some of the discord enough that no one challenged him on challenge day, but T'Challa knew the council could make his life difficult if he didn't stay ahead of their schemes. The public proposal sealed the deal and Nereyda moving out—while not a part of his plan at all—helped to convince the council that he was taking his role as king seriously. When it came time to propose the outreach center, T'Challa had Erik, Shuri, Nakia, and Nakia's father at his back. He had secured M'Baku's vote with a seat on the council, another project he'd had to butter the elders up for.

After the presentation of plans for the outreach center, the history of the treatment of black worldwide and the need of the outreach center in Oakland, the council sat quietly. T'Challa could feel Erik shuffling in frustration. Nakia, to his right was unusually still. Shuri looked bored, ready to get back to her lab and begin planning her classes for the center.

"My king, I'm not so sure this is a good idea or the right time. Your father—"

"My father is no longer here. I am the king now." He glared down the room. "Elders, this is a formality. I have the majority votes already secured and I will be moving forward with the outreach center." T'Challa was upset. These people tried to control his life, expecting him to be a puppet to their machinations. "You have sat here in Wakanda, in your homes benefitting off of what it means to live in a truly free nation. America is not the land of the free for anyone who isn't rich, male, and white. We have the resources to change that, provide aid to the descendants of those we watched be stolen from their homes if you cannot see the need for this outreach center and others to come, I will gladly take your resignation as council member and begin looking for your replacements." He looked each council member in the eye, including Ramonda. He would not back down this time.

"Let's take a vote," M'Baku said cheerfully. And that was the end of that.

"T'Challa?" Nakia's voice broke through his thoughts.

"I'm sorry you asked something?" He tried to stay in the moment. It wouldn't do for him to get distracted when everything he's been working towards was within his grasp.

"I asked if it was alright for us to move forward with plans for the ball next week."

T'Challa modded. "Yes that will be fine. I assume you'll be bringing your young man." He tried to sound formal but amusement coated each word and he struggled to hold back a smile.

"My 'young man'? Who are you, my father?" Nakia joked. "Or my supposed betrothed?"

T'Challa waved her off. "I'm sure you'll be happy to be rid of all the duties being queen comes with." Ramonda, in her excitement over the proposal, had handed queen duties to a reluctant Nakia. She would be resuming them with the end of the "engagement".

Nakia shrugged. "It's not that bad but I'll be happy to have my freedom back. And Ife will be happy to have me to herself again."

T'Challa understood. To be a king or queen was to belong to the people, not always to yourself. While Nakia would've made a great queen, she would not have been happy or able to be her true self. He was glad she was able to escape, and as much as he loved her, was glad Nereyda had escaped that same pressure.

As if reading his mind, Nakia asked, "And your dora? How will she take to the queen duties?" Not for the first time, he thought of Nereyda as queen.

She would be...glorious. Giving, understanding, she would probably take up a platform, like other queens, but something with more substance, a problem that most well off Wakandans didn't think about. The people would love her because she would care for them and put their interests first. He was sure of it. But it wasn't a possibility.

"I don't think that will happen at this point. She's moving on with her life and I don't want to be selfish with her anymore." Nakia looked confused. "When I went by her place after the mission, she told me she just wanted to be mine." T'Challa sighed. "I don't want to put her in a place again where she can't be, where she has to be a secret again."

Nakia was thoughtful for a moment. "But who says you have to?" Her face was animated in that way it would be when she was ready for a lecture. "The way you commanded the council about the outreach center, you can do the same with your dora..."

"Nereyda"

"Yes. Nereyda."

T'Challa thought about it. Yes, he could. He realized there was a different weight to being King than being prince. Advocating for the outreach center was his first experience fight the council and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. But would Nereyda even want him after all this time?

"I'm not sure if she still wants to be with me in that way."

"You're the king, the Black Panther. You'll just have to convince her." Nakia's smile was wicked and T'Challa answered with one of his own. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

Nereyda returned to her apartment and huffed out a breath, leaning against the back of the door. After spending over two months in her apartment mourning the loss of her relationship, she decided to get on with her life. She's spent the last week looking into a home to purchase. While she was comfortable in her apartment, it wouldn't do for her goals.

She decided to move forward with her orphanage for young girls. It was something she found passion in, whenever she thought about how different her life could've been had she been given opportunities and education beyond what was offered at the dora House. Being with...him had given her experiences she never thought she'd get. She wanted to teach younger girls to do for themselves. It was okay to want to be taken care of but Nereyda was relishing in an independence shed never experienced. The young girls in her care would know that feeling, and then make their own decisions about men. Or women.

Finding a home to serve her needs was proving to be difficult though. Despite her initial thoughts, real estate agents in the city weren't adverse to working with her. She assumed it was out of pity for her, the ex-lover of the engaged king, but she didn't mind. The agents took a look at the emblem of Bast she was still wearing around her neck and fell over themselves to assist her. Nereyda held back laughter every time; people wouldn't speak to her as the king's dora, but as herself she was equal to them. If her current status worked in her favor, then it wouldn't be the last time she'd throw it in their faces.

She'd spent the day with her chosen agent, a young woman with a kind smile and tight violet curls. They looked at several buildings in her budget, mostly older homes on the edge of the city. They were livable but would need upgrades that Nereyda could take her time doing. She'd gotten into contact with the agency who dealt with newly orphaned children and told them of her plans. They were skeptical but told her she would be allowed to take in a few girls, provided the home she bought was up to standard. Nereyda was determined for this to work.

She still thought about T'Challa, everyday thought about her love for him and how much he had to have loved her. She knew he did love her; there was no way he could have faked that kind of love her showed her. The long nights spent talking, the love making, she put her all into it and he reciprocated with a passion she knew she never wanted to experience with anyone else. She missed him fiercely, felt a constant ache in her chest she tried to work through from being away from him. She wouldn't go back and live life as his mistress though. He would marry Nakia, have children with her. Nereyda didn't want to watch him experience things with Nakia while still calling Nereyda his and her never have those experiences with him. Erik visiting her all those weeks ago made her reevaluate. She wasn't angry at T'Challa, just sad he didn't believe in their love enough to try.

But she was determined to not play second fiddle in his life. Nereyda pushed off the door and went to her bedroom, stripping to her underwear as she went.

"AHHHH!" she screamed out at the appearance of a figure leaning against the headboard on her bed.

"Bitch what's the screaming for?" Nina sat nonchalantly filing her nails as if she hadn't nearly given Nereyda a heart attack.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment? How did you get in here?"

Nina gave her a look. "Now don't ask silly questions." She gestured to a huge box Nereyda hadn't noticed at the end of bed. "I come bearing gifts."

Curiously, she made her way to the bed and the pretty matte black box with a silver satin bow on top. Lifting the lid, she saw the most gorgeous gold dress. Nereyda's heart beat faster. She knew only one person who would get her something like this and it wasn't Nina. She fingered the see through material reverently before pulling it from the box and holding it against her body.

Nina let out a low whistle. "Damn. I didn't know what was in it or else I would've kept the shit," she joked. Nereyda ignored her and looked in the box. There were gold strappy heels and a card. She laid the dress to the side, reaching for the note. Her hands trembled and she felt weak. She just acknowledged that she loved the man still and now Bast sent her this. The message on the heavy card stock was short:

Tonight, 8pm. Please.

There was no signature but Nereyda's suspicions were confirmed; it was T'Challa's handwriting. Tonight..."Isn't tonight the engagement ball?"

Nina looked up from her phone. "Engagement ball? Girl no. T'Challa and Nakia aren't engaged anymore. You must be living under a rock. It's all anyone can talk about."

Nereyda felt hope swell in her chest, and her body get hot. "Nina, please don't play games."

"I swear. It's not an engagement ball. It's a coronation ball. T'Challa never had one." Nereyda had avoided all news about the ball, expecting it to be a celebration for the happy couple. Things were beginning to make sense. How long had T'Challa and Nakia been broken up? Was that the reason why everyone was being so nice to her? She remembered a vague comment from her landlord about needing a thirty day notice before breaking her lease. Did everyone think T'Challa ended things because of her? Did he end things because of her? Looking at the note still in her grasp and the dress on her bed, Nereyda thought it was a possibility.

But she still had questions. "Where did you get this? When did you see T'Challa?" Nina looked guilty.

"I've been talking to Erik. He's the one who asked me to bring it. I honestly didn't know what was in it."

Nereyda believed her but she wasn't sure about meeting T'Challa at the ball. "I don't know Nina. I don't think I can go. I am just getting back to myself."

Nina rose from the bed and pulled Nereyda into a hug. Nereyda sunk into the larger woman's embrace, tears prickling her eyes. Nina pulled away after a few moments and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Bitch you're going to the ball." She rose a hand at the beginnings of Nereyda's protests. "Even if it's just to hear what he has to say. He owes you an explanation. You should show him what he's been missing while you get it."

Nereyda looked at her suspiciously. "What do you know?" She asked the other dora.

Nina presses her lips together. "I know that if you don't start getting dressed I'm gonna do it for you." She flipped back on the bed, conversation over.

Next Part

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[taterjoseph]

I'm Home, Mama Ch 7

Of all the ways that Ebony thought she would be spending her Monday afternoon, watching Nandi and Erik play basketball from the kitchen window while Shanice nursed a massive hangover was not one of the ways she figured she would be spending it.

“I have no idea what came over me,” Shanice groaned as she forced herself to eat a forkful of eggs. “I was supposed to ignore him, act like he wasn’t even there!” She winced at her own raised voice, swallowing thickly as she chewed the food in her mouth.

“You did make quite the impression on the ‘king of mothafuckin Wakanda’,” Ebony said, imitating her best friend from the night before. That only served to get a bigger groan from her, Ebony laughing lightly as she mentally went over the itinerary for the day.

It was Monday, and what was referred to as Nandi and Erik day, but this particular Monday was out of the question, and for a reason that she didn’t know whether she should lie to Erik about. At least one Monday out of the month, Ebony and Nandi made the drive to Stockton to visit the one person Erik always strictly told her he never wanted anything to do with. Ever.

His mother.

When they were teengers, Mama Kay managed to find out enough information for Erik to be able to visit his mother and she had been so cold to him, he never wanted to come back, and she didn’t want him to come back, actually taking him off of her visitor’s list. For so many years, she had been in prison and never had a single visitor, but after finding out when Nandi was going to be born, Ebony felt the urge to give it another go and it took several weeks before she broke down and agreed to see her. She remembered it almost as if it were yesterday.

…

Masozi Jones was a hard woman to get a hold of, even though she had been in one place over twenty years. She did not take calls, she had an empty visitor’s list, and her mail was screened, but somehow, Ebony could tell her letters were reaching her.

Twenty-four and alone, Ebony didn’t have many women on her side to help her with her pregnancy other than her friends and Mama Kay, who had spoken against her decision several times. Despite it all, she knew that it would be different, coming to this place and seeing this woman. She just wanted someone on his side to know.

As she stared at the woman, she couldn’t help but be intimidated. She stood at an easy 5’10, her dark skin unblemished despite the two decades of hard time she was serving. Her eyes were light, hazel and warm, a surprising contrast to the deep, earthy tone of her skin and her dark aura, which made the younger woman’s flesh crawl. She parted her full lips, voice flowing like honey.

“You annoyed me all this time just to come here and stare at me?” She jumped at the sound, clearing her throat as she pulled her seat out and placed herself into it, the woman following her lead.

It was quiet between the two as she tried to muster up something to say to this woman, the grandmother of her future child, but she was drawn a blank. Before she could embarrass herself further, she blurted out the first thing that came to her head.

“I'm pregnant.”

The only sound that filled the air was that of the murmurs that surrounded them. Masozi didn't speak, simply stared at her, likely wondering what the hell she was even doing there. Her gaze seemed to bore into Ebony's very soul, leading her to believe that she was performing some sort of x ray on her very character, picking her apart bit by bit.

“He dont know.” She jumped at the sudden words coming out of the woman’s mouth. To say that she had been expecting to do all of the talking was an understatement. Shaking her head, she looked down  at her hands, wringing them as she opened her mouth to speak.

“I haven’t seen Erik in a  while. I've been trying to get in contact with  him, but there has been some complications. I just,” she stopped, almost lost for words at the bizarre feeling that overcame her. “He joined the army, can you believe that? Of all the people that I thought would give up their freedom to be a slave to the government, his dumb ass is the one that decides to do it like he’s lost his fucking mind!” People stared at her and she felt her face heating up, clearing her throat and settling herself in her seat. Shaking her head, she apologized, adjusting herself in her seat.

“I don’t know much about my son, but if he’s anything like his Daddy, I don’t know how that’s going to end up.” She perked up at the thought of hearing about the legendary N'Jobu. Her father often spoke of him when she was younger, but once she became friends with Erik, she never heard him speak of him again. It was as if it were almost a taboo.

“Him, your Daddy, and Ray used to get into all types of trouble thinking that they were helping the community when they were just helping themselves feel better.” This was a completely new feeling, looking in the eyes of a woman who likely knew N’Jobu very well, not hearing all of the positive things that her father and others who grew up in Oakland had to say about him. She watched as the older woman looked down at her hands, running her fingers along the edges of her nails.

“They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and I know that his father had good, honest intentions, but somewhere along that very road, he lost sight of what he came to America to do in the first place. He became less of a man begging for change and deliverance to a people long forgotten about and he became just another roguish niga looking to kill the next person to survive. Once I began to wake up, it was too late and my fate was already sealed. When I saw Erik,” she started, her lip giving the tiniest of quivers, one that was barely noticeable. Clearing her throat and squaring her shoulders, she looked up at Ebony.

“When he came in here, head held high and fire in his yes, I saw N’Jobu all over again and I knew that eventually, he would end up in a place like this. I knew that he would get lost in this world, especially with no one to guide him to where he needed to be.” Ebony jumped as she quickly rose to her feet, calling for a guard and telling her that she was ready to return to her cell. Dumbfounded, she allowed a female guard to lead her to the door of the visitation area, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Eb!” She jumped at the sudden use of her name, her eyes refocusing to see Shanice staring at her with a confused look. Clearing her throat, she moved from one foot to the other, motioning for Shanice to continue with whatever she was talking about. Her friend didn't get the chance to say anything because the door burst open, revealing Erik, a frightened looking Nandi behind him.

“Ebony what the fuck is Nandi talking about, saying she going to see her Mama Sozi?!” She allowed her eyes to wander over to Nandi, who hovered behind him, looking absolutely terrified. Her slender frame was shaking, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. She bet if she was close enough to touch her, her heart would be beating a mile a minute. Shanice seemed to sense that an argument was about to happen, so she scooted away to the corner of the room, watching the situation warily.

“Come here, baby.” She chose to ignore him as she held her arms out, Nandi scurrying towards her and gluing herself to her side, holding on tight enough to cut off her circulation. Erik seemed to be fuming in the doorway, not used to being ignored probably. Sighing, she ran her hands through her daughter's hair, shushing her as she felt her tears soaking through her shirt. True to her thoughts, Nandi's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it through her clothes.

“Shh,” she whispered, rubbing comforting circles in the eight year old's back. By some miracle, Nandi managed to hold on tighter still, painfully pinching the skin of her stomach as she tried to separated her.

“Its okay baby, Erik's just upset, okay? He's not gonna hurt you, okay? Right Erik?” He didn't say anything to help his case, so she sent a glare his way, only to be met with his own. Instead, she decided to try and pull Nandi towards Erik, but the smaller child dug her heels into the floor, making a whimpering protest that she couldn't ignore for the life of her. Sighing and continuing to rub her daughter's back as Shanice approached Erik, grabbing him by the material of his tee shirt and pushing him through the doorway with much protest.

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“Bitch have you lost your fucking mind?!” Erik glared down at Shanice, but she stood her ground, crossing her hand under her chest. “I don't remember stuttering and you ain't deaf so what the fuck is yo problem?”

“What's the problem?! Ebony know how the fuck I feel about that shit and I gotta find out from Nandi that she buddy buddy with that bitch?!”

“Masozi in prison and she was more help than you was you bum ass bitch.”

“Man call me another bitch and see what-”

“BITCH!”

He balled his fists and she held her arms wide. “Yeah go ahead and hit me nigga. Go ahead!” He closed his eyes tight enough to hurt, trying his best to calm his breathing in front of her. No matter how long they had been apart, Shanice always managed to agitate the hell out of him.

“You sitting here with yo ass on your fucking shoulders and you fail to realize you done scared the shit out of my niece? You been a father a hot fifteen seconds and you already got her crying. What's next, huh?! She was afraid of you Erik, is that how you want your daughter to see you right now? Cause she really the only one that even like yo dumb ass!” He felt himself deflate at that.

Hey guys! I know, I haven't written anything in a while, and trust me, it's been torture, but I've been having a bit of temporary writers block. Iended up not having to have surgery, so that was something I was really happy to hear about, but my granddaddy died, so that's really had me down in the dumps. This is only part of this chapter, the full chapter will be posted on my ao3 account right here

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A Rose in Harlem (PREVIEW)

Oc x Erik story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Cursing, physical contact, jealous Erik! Sneaky bitch in the cut!

                                                                                                            Winter, 2013

                                                                                                         The Next Day.

                                                                                                              Erik’s POV:

“Nah, you good. You owe me though.” “Nigga I owe you what?” The shower turns on as he’s yelling over the stream. “Hook me up with Syd.” I barely yell out. “WHAT NIGGA!?” I blurt out, “HOOK ME UP WITH SYD!” He warns me, “Syd don’t do that shit!” “She don’t like men?” Could’ve fooled me, I mumble to myself. “YEAH SHE LIKE MEN, DUMBASS. MAN, HOLD UP.”

Zig was never one to multitask. Even showering and having a conversation is close to impossible. I plop on Zig’s sad excuse for a couch logging into my Macbook. It pulls up everything that I was searching for before I closed the screen last, researching my bitch ass Uncle T’Chaka and his family. He has two kids, T’Challa and Shuri.T’Challa looks my age, maybe a year or two older or younger. Shuri looks way younger than me. Maybe eleven or twelve. I grip the edge of my laptop in anger. Thinking that I would’ve known my cousins if this bastard didn’t kill my father and leave me in Oakland to fend for myself.

I snap out of my angry transfixion when I hear the bathroom door reopen. “Now, as I was saying. Syd don’t do that one night stand-y, friends with benifits-y, bullshitt-y..bullshit that is your status quo when it comes to getting with other people.” I jump back at his accusation. “I do nothing of the sorts, Greg. I do not know what you’re talking about!” “Nigga if you don’t stop with the lies. I’ve only known you for a year and there’s been..Tyesha, Unice, Pheobe, Cynthia, Grace..” “Yeah! OKAY OKAY OKAY! I get your point. Damn. I’m a ladies man.” “Nah cuzzo, you a hoe. Syd don’t do hoes. In the 3  years she’s lived here--and I’ve been home. I’ve seen Syd go on maybe 4 or 5 first dates. None of them came back for second or recurring dates. The one boyfriend she had treated her like shit.. I’m not even gonna get into that right now. The point is, the girl is a keeper. If you don’t wanna keep her, I’m not hooking you up.” “Damn cuh, that’s on the homies?” “On everything N’jadaka.” Zig only calls me by my first name when he was dead serious. So I give him a stern stare, “Aight. I’ll keep that in mind. If I ask you again, I mean that shit.” I close my laptop as he joins me on the couch. “Okay. Well now that we got your feelings all out the way, I’m dressed. You ready to pregame?”

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Summertime Magic XII

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I know it has been a very long time, like years, but I have been going through a lot of stuff like depression, panic attacks, and just an all-around mess. BUT I AM BACK AND HERE TO STAY.

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Warning: No warning but ... nope, you gotta read it.

Song Recommendation: Honest Kiana Lede

Word Count: 2665

“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in a cleaner to get rid of all the blood they drew together as a team, in the distance.

~

“Daka, have you seen my keys”, Y/N asked as she looked through the multiple purses of her home while N’Jadaka was in the kitchen washing dishes. “Nah, baby. I haven’t. Did you check ya jeans you wore last night?”

“That was the first thing I checked, baby”, Y/N walked out of her bedroom wearing a camel-toned satin pencil skirt with a black turtleneck and matching heels; her hair was laid with a seamless 1B lace front wig cut into a bob, left side tucked behind her ear. Daka turned his head in her direction and started to walk up to her. “Look at my queen, looking like she looking.” He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. “Baby, I gotta go”, Y/N said as she pouted. Daka growled in her ear and said “Nah, you don’t” before smacking her plush bottom. Y/N felt all heated up but knew the business had to be dealt with at the shop. It had been a month and the team was finally chosen, eight nail techs, four barbers and beauticians, and a whole lot more. “Aht aht. None of that. Momma got to go have this business meeting, my love. And besides, don’t you have to be at the center today anyway.”

“Ah, shit. You right”, N’Jadaka said as he dried his hands off. The grand opening was in a week for the center and everything had to be perfect. “Shuri been bugging me about that. The fam was supposed to be all here, but T is in New York, M is in the ATL and Shuri is gonna be in Florida opening the other centers.” Y/N listened as she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge; she noticed her keys were by the door. “Well, they are here in spirit. OK, I will see you tonight for dinner, right?”

“Oh, for sure. It’s at Leslie’s?” Y/N nodded as she smiled and said, “yes and you can meet my Godson, Izaiah.” N’Jadaka grinned adding, “I can’t wait to meet little man, baby. I know he is gonna be a good kid.” She looked at him as she walked back to the door. “Well, my baby is very much on the shy side. It would take a while for him to get warmed up to you.”

“What is he into? Like coloring, video games, what?”

“Eh, a little bit of everything. But I gotta go. Love you, baby”, and like that she was gone. N’Jadaka looked at his watch and ran off to the room to get ready. He looked over what he chose to wear again to make sure, a black sweater with matching slacks and loafers. When he was finished, he heard some movement in his living room. With his Navy tactic instincts, he listened carefully as he crept in. Suddenly, something told him to grab and pull which he did. He pulled down a slightly heavy object and flipped it over his shoulder; when he looked to see what or who it was, his older cousin chuckled heartedly. “T, what the Hell? You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I am sorry, cousin N’Jadaka. I thought it would be an amazing surprise to see your dear cousin.” The cousins dear their royal salute and chuckled at how T’Challa startled the Prince. “I thought you were in the Big Apple. Go ahead and sit. Get comfortable”, Daka said as he heads to the kitchen. As T’Challa sat on the couch, N’Jadaka asked “you want anything while I’m in here, cuz.”

“Water will be fine. I see you added a few new pictures around, dear cousin.” T’Challa had lifted up the golden framed picture and grinned; it was a photo of N’Jadaka and Y/N at what seemed to be a wedding. He wore a navy suit with a white button-down and his hair braided back; she wore a beautiful, tasteful burgundy sheer gown with her hair in a low bun and golden jewelry. As he placed the photo down, N’Jadaka handed him his water and sat on the armchair near the couch. “Well, Y/N will be a beautiful princess one day and from Shuri’s mouth, she is quite the woman.  She could not stop speaking highly of her once she came back.” N’Jadaka leaned back into his chair and agreed to say “yeah, my baby is something special.” T’Challa sipped from his bottle and noticed his cousin grinning into space. As he leaned to place his bottle on a lonely coaster, he asked “well, when will you tell her you are THE prince of Wakanda?”

N’Jadaka side-eyed his cousin and uttered “it’s not the right time, T. One day, but not now.” T’Challa lay back on the couch and folded his leg over his other knee. “If you love Y/N then why hide who you REALLY are? You are the Prince of Wakanda and a part of one of the wealthiest families, there is. You live in a lavish part of California near the hills and you have an underground garage for cars. How does she not know or expect you are basically worth trillions?” N’Jadaka leaned forward, elbows knees, and said “she been busy with her shop, and besides, I don’t want her to end up being like every woman I have been with. Cuz, I had multiple women claiming I gave them a baby but how can I do that as a virgin? What we got pregnant orally”; this made T’Challa laugh and boom around the area. “Ah, yes. You are talking about Ashley, Veronica, and Francesca.”

“Yeah, those ‘women’ only wanted to take pictures and pretend it was their shit. I’m just glad Shuri can hack people’s phones and whatnot. But I just gotta make sure Y/N is really the one, T. That’s all.” N’Jadaka looked at the time on his phone and placed it on the table; T’Challa noticed the picture on the screen of the couple. “I have 20/20 vision, Prince N’Jadaka, so that means I can clearly see that she is the one you will marry and have multiple babies with.  I have yet to meet her but Shuri has told me nothing but good things about her. You should not doubt that she isn’t. Father has taught you that before he passed away.”

“I know but-“

“Aht aht, no buts, Prince. Y/N is the only. I can see it already.”

“I agree with your cousin, N’Jadaka”, N’Jadaka heard coming from the secret elevator. There he stood’ 6’5, around 250 or more in brown dress pants, wool turtleneck, and suede slipper. N’Jadaka stood and gave his good friend brotherly love. “Baku, you look good man. I see you not dressing like a hobo anymore”; M’Baku laughs while he faked like he was going to hit him in the gut. “I wanted to come to visit before my trip to Trinidad for a month or so. I had to see about this overly flashy garage of yours but also to hear about the lovely Y/N in person.”

“You tryna ease up on my lady, bro?”

“Her, no. A sister, twin or cousin that looks exactly her, yes most definitely”, M’Baku said matter of factly while the men looked at one another. “Well, MY baby is that shop handling business and away from you, horn ball”. Suddenly, the door opened and the men turned to see a woman coming in. “Come in, Leslie. We can get the-"; the ladies stopped when the N’Jadaka was with two men. “Oh, hey baby. I am so sorry. I came to get the paperwork for my employees. We can wait until you’re done.” N’Jadaka walked to her and hugged Leslie, and gave his lady a kiss on the forehead. “Never apologize, baby girl. That is why I gave you the key to come and go as you please. I wanna introduce you to my friend, M’Baku, and my cousin, T’Challa.” When Y/N looked at Leslie, she smiled, and waved at the two then looked between her and N’Jadaka. “While y’all talk, Ima go to the back and look for those papers”, Leslie said as she fixed her power suit and gave the men slight bows to pass by; M’Baku watched as she passed by and waited until she disappeared. “Is she attached to anyone”, M’Baku asked and Y/N smiled. “Married actually with a child if I may add.” M’Baku held his head down in defeat as a joke as T’Challa smacked him on the chest and made his way over to Y/N. “Hello, Y/N. It is finally nice to meet you in person and now I see what Shuri said about your beauty is truth.”

“She is very sweet and telling by your accent like Shuri’s is that you are actually born and raised in Wakanda”; T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka to see that his eyes squinted right before Y/N looked at where he changed into a smiley expression. “Yes, I sure am.”

“Ooo, how is it? I’ve heard it's beautiful. I tried looking up pictures, but I couldn’t find any pictures.”

“Well, that is because we are like a very private location. You know, to keep intruders-.”

“And colonizers”, N’Jadaka said cutting of T’Challa. T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka before looking back at Y/N. “I guess he is right.” They heard Leslie’s heels click against the ground and turned with the files in hand. “Alright, girly. Let’s get a move on. We got lost to do tonight.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. I guess I will see more of you soon”, Y/N said and T’Challa nodded. Leslie touched N’Jadaka’s shoulder and said, “see you tomorrow night, and don’t forget the drinks.”

“Bye, my baby”, Y/N said before Leslie gently pushed her out and closed the door. N’Jadaka smiled at the door before M’Baku asked “so, her friend. Is that a real situation with her husband and child or”, with a mouth full of washed, crunchy celery; the men looked at him as he shrugged and kept eating.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom in nothing, but an all-black bra and panty set staring at two outfit options; a light blue jean dress with a matching jacket a brand new black Timberlands that N’Jadaka bought, or a yellow sundress and sandals. N’Jadaka was in the mirror standing there in a white tee and black combat cargo. He peeked over at Y/N holding up the outfit up to her frame as she looked in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame and looked over her outfit. “Ain’t it too cold to wear a dress. It’s like 50 degrees outside and besides, they said to be comfortable and warm since we are eating in the backyard.”

“Yeah but it’s pretty.”

“Yes, it’s very pretty and you are beautiful, but I don’t want you catching a cold because it’s ‘cute.’ What about jeans, basic with a jacket and ya Timbs.” She turned to look at what he wore and up & down saying “you tryna be twins again, big head.” He walked up to her with hands in his pockets and smiled. “I mean, Ima be warm so I’m just saying that my fit choice makes sense.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile, and she told him “tell you what? What if I wear one of your long sleeve white tees, black jeans with the boots, and my jean vest.”

“Eh, I don’t know”, he said being goofy and it made her hit his forehead softly and he laughed. “So rough. Aight aight fine BUT if you get cold do NOT, AND I do mean DO NOT ask for my jacket, little lady”; she held up her pinky and said, “pinky promise.” He rolled his eyes and he cuffed their fingers together. Soon, she got dressed before doing her hair in a large bun on her head and looked in the mirror, quietly admitting that she actually looked better than this in her jean dress; they hopped in the car and were off. As Y/N led them to the location, they looked around the neighborhood, full of white people and huge houses. N’Jadaka shook his head while observing the people watching their car pass by. Once they finally pulled up, he turned off the car and reached behind him to the backseat, and grabbed his jean jacket along with the bottle of alcohol for the small dinner party. Before he got out he looked at Y/N’s left hand as she applied lip gloss and checked her hair; he stared at the hand with new jewelry before he asked “ya ready, baby?”

“Yeah, ready”; he walked over to her side to open the door, help her out and close the door before wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked. Before she rang the bell, Y/N could hear giggles and pitter-patter passing by inside which made Y/N chuckle. “Leslie is chasing around Izaiah before dinner. It makes him eat a lot which means he will be tired by ten.”

“He goes to bed at ten?”

“If they are lucky. That little boy can get so much energy that he won’t be able to sleep until four.” The door soon opened and revealed Monte smiling big and pulling Y/N into his arm and lifting her up into a big hug. “Monteeeee, ugh. Put me down, you big dummy”, Y/N said as she laughed before Monte put her down. Monte held his arms up and said “welcome to our crib. JD, it’s good to see you again brotha, man”, he said as he gave him a brotherly handshake. “Thanks for inviting me, man.”

“Ah, don’t mention. If you dealing with Y/N, you deserve some love over here”, he stood to the side as they walked in. The ceiling was tall with a silver tinted chandelier that hung midway, two levels of stories, and an archway on both sides of the home. “Whoa, bro. This is a HUGE house”, Y/N said as she looked around; N’Jadaka just did the same, but he knew in his head that his place was bigger, she just didn’t know about it. They heard the giggles and laughs getting closer when a three-year-old toddler ran their way and Y/N scooped him up. “Got ya, stinky butt”, she said before lifting him into the air and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Leslie walked around the corner out of breath and said “hey, y’all. As y’all can see, the little troublemaker was tryna make a getaway.” Y/N held him on her hip while he cuddles into her and said “he should know that when TT is here, it is a wrap”; she tickled his stomach loving his little giggle. N’Jadaka looked over to Leslie and said “hey, I brought the drinks.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll show you the kitchen so we can chill them”, Leslie said as she walked past the group after kissing her husband and son. Once the pair walked into the kitchen, he saw the oakwood countertop and black-white patterned tile ground. “This is nice as fuck. It really is nice, Lez. No cap.”, he said as got to the fridge caressing the dark steel fridge that matched the coffee machine, microwave, and stove/oven. “Thanks, we got them from this appliance shop down the way. You can sit down while they go out. I think we should talk.” N’Jadaka sat on one of the barstools at the island placing his jacket down and Leslie pass the water bottle to him; he opened it and began drinking.

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize.  He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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Have Mercy

Description: Mercy Hodges is the daughter of an international con man and the ex-girlfriend of Black Ops Soldier Erik “Killmonger” Stevens. Tangled up with people like that, things were bound to go wrong. 

CW: Abduction and violence

Mercy is a Black woman. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

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Part 1: 

“So what I’m hearing is that once you no longer need your father’s financial support, you’ll cut contact with him. Is that right?” the woman on the screen asked. 

Mercy Hodges took a deep breath and searched her mind for the most honest answer. She struggled to find it, as half of her mind was distracted by trying not to cry. There was something even more embarrassing about crying during an online therapy session than an in person one. 

“I think,” Mercy began, hoping that if she just started talking that the answer would just come out on its own. “Yeah… I think so. Every interaction I have with him is more stress than it’s worth. The man owes me half a million in child support, but all I want is for him to help me pay for three years of grad school. Once I’m on my feet, I could easily never talk to him again.”

Mercy felt her cheeks get hot and tears threaten the edges of her vision. Her relationship with her father was tense to put it lightly. He’d never truly been around, and she hadn’t seen him in person in at least eight years. Despite a lifetime of disappointment, she still held on to some childhood hope that her father actually cared and would deliver on his promises. Her mother had told her not to hold her breath and to keep hustling. 

“I’m not even money motivated!” Mercy proclaimed. “I never have been. I just don’t want to be drowning in student debt while he and his other family live in a marble lined McMansion and travel all over the world. You’d think he’d back the winning team at least... I’m going to one of the best law schools in the country! What the fuck?”

Mercy glanced back at the screen and was met with the ever understanding face of her therapist, a honey skinned, loc having, tattooed Black woman named Layla. Sometimes Mercy struggled to remember that Layla was her therapist and not her friend. Mercy stopped talking abruptly, suddenly feeling like she’d said too much.

“Unfortunately, Mercy, we’re out of time,” Layla informed her. “But I want to revisit this next week. You’re making great progress.”

Mercy thanked her with an awkward smile and logged out of the platform as quickly as possible. It was embarrassing to still have “daddy issues” at twenty six years old. She had wanted to talk about something normal, like her coursework, or her recent breakup with her ex Erik, but Layla was an expert at digging deep to the root of what she was hiding, even when Mercy wasn’t expecting it.

“Ugh, god!” Mercy groaned leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling. Stirring up all of her abandonment issues always left her feeling at a loss for what to do. The old wound her absent father left had recently been ripped open when her boyfriend Erik Stevens dumped her out of nowhere. 

Here she was, thinking she was about to be elevated from girlfriend to fiancée, when Erik suddenly packed up his things, said his job made it unsafe for him to have her in his life, and left without another word. 

The excuse was new, but the feeling of being left behind was familiar. She deserved her chance to express how she felt, but Erik’s phone went straight to voicemail. So Mercy found herself aiming her anger at her father, calling him up and trying to appeal to him to help her pay for graduate school, or contribute to her life at all. Unsurprisingly, he refused. 

And such was the cycle. 

“Men aint shit,” she grumbled. “Why am I even surprised?”

She jumped when she felt a ghosting of fur against her leg, and looked down to find her nineteen year old cat Rumplestiltskin lightly tapping her thigh with his paw. Mercy hoisted him up, careful to support his old body and clutched him to her chest. 

“Not you, Rumple. You’re the only man I need, huh?” she cooed before kissing his forehead. He began to purr and flexed his toes, digging his claws into Mercy a bit. They sat there like that for a few minutes before she stood, carrying Rumplestiltskin with her.

“Well, shall we make this stereotype a trifecta?” she proposed. “Jaded, single twenty six year old with daddy issues and a cat. Let’s add some ice cream in which to drown our sorrows.”

Mercy padded to the kitchen, gingerly placing the cat on the living room couch on the way. At the fridge, she clicked on her phone to google “can cats have ice cream?” but found herself on Erik’s instagram profile instead. She bit her lip and tapped her foot absentmindedly, searching for any sign of activity since their breakup. But his profile was quiet. No stories, no posts for the last two weeks. She hadn’t been blocked anywhere, but it seemed like he’d just gone off the grid.

She knew Erik’s job with the government was dangerous but he rarely shared details with her. At times, he’d be gone for months at a time, and spoke nothing of it when he returned. Every now and then, however, he’d teach her how to get out of different restraints or how to profile a bad guy.

“Or maybe I’m the bad guy,” he’d say and pounce on her, peppering her with kisses.  

Maybe he was telling her the truth when he said he was leaving her to protect her. But that didn’t hurt any less.

Mercy suddenly realized she had been standing in front of the open freezer the entire time and shut the door, Ben and Jerry’s in hand. She skipped getting a bowl. She fully planned on eating the entire pint. 

“Sorry, buddy,” she lamented as Rumplestiltskin’s nose began to twitch in interest. “Turns out kitties shouldn’t eat ice cream. It’s not good for you. And before you say anything, yes, I know it’s not good for me either.”

The tabby stared back at her with lamp like eyes. 

“Fuck it. You’re an old man. You’ve earned it. Live your best life.” Mercy carefully carved out a single spoonful of vanilla ice cream and placed it on a saucer. She really had the most patient and docile cat in the world. Rumplestilskin lapped happily at the treat as Mercy sunk into her side of the couch.

Well… what used to be her side of the couch. The loveseat seemed suddenly much larger now that Erik wasn’t on the other side, smiling at her… Rumple purring contentedly between them. 

She missed him. Mercy often caught herself going to tell him something exciting or text him a meme she found funny, forgetting that he was no longer there. At least she could pass off those few slip ups of talking to someone who wasn’t there as talking to the cat. 

Mercy tried to focus on the episode of Queer Eye she was watching, but her eyes kept drifting back to her phone. She kept refreshing Erik’s pages like something new would appear.

“This is embarrassing,” she said under her breath. “Stop it.” 

Rumplestiltskin had fallen asleep, his salt and pepper paws twitching as he dreamt. He had the right idea. It was best to just pack it in and go to bed rather than torture herself all night.

Mercy unfolded her legs slowly, taking care not to disturb the sleeping feline next to her and made her way to bed. She wrapped her hair in silk, threw on an oversized t-shirt and panties, and slipped in between her sheets. She spread out across the mattress. One of the few good things about being single was that she now had free reign over the entire bed. She also didn’t have to wear earplugs anymore because no one was snoring next to her, save for the small rumble from Rumple who seemed to have teleported from the couch to the bed and went right back to dreaming. 

Mercy closed her eyes and drifted off easily. It wasn’t all bad.

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A few hours later, Mercy awoke with a start. Her room was pitch black, save for the alarm clock shining “3:23 AM” on the nightstand. She had awoken with the distinct feeling that someone was in her apartment, but all she could hear was her heart beat thundering. She didn’t move, but took a few deep breaths to deliberately slow her heart. It was probably a nightmare, but if she wanted to be sure, she needed to be as quiet as possible and listen intently. When the blood rushing in her ears slowed, she heard an unfamiliar sound that shot her heart rate right back up.

Rumplestiltskin was growling. 

He didn’t growl. He’d never made a mean sound in his life. 

The noise was syncopated with hisses. Mercy searched for him with her eyes in the darkness, still not daring to move. It sounded as though he was just outside of the bedroom. It was only when Rumple escalated to a distressed yowl that Mercy jumped up. She had no plan, but her first thought was to defend her cat.

She ran out of the bedroom and multiple hands grabbed her. Mercy screamed and a hand came across her mouth to stifle her. She bit down on a stray finger.

“Ah! Bitch!” 

Something hit her on the back of the head, hard. The dark room was suddenly bright white with black spots as her brain tried to process the blow. She flailed and stumbled as a bag was placed over her head and she was forced towards the front door.

Suddenly, a voice, clear as day said in her ear, “Fight like hell.”

It was Erik’s voice. 

Mercy didn’t question it. She gathered all of her strength and kicked out of one person’s grasp. She heard them fall back into an end table, sending a lamp careening to the floor. Mercy took her free hand and clawed at another’s face.

“Get DNA under your fingernails,” Erik instructed again. “Resist. Scream.”

“SOMEONE HELP ME!” Mercy screamed, hoping her neighbors in the apartment building would hear her. “HELP!”

The person she clawed released her as blood poured down their face. Mercy reached to rip the bag from her head, but someone grabbed her from behind. She bent at the waist and threw all of her weight forward, sending that assailant tipping over her back and into the couch. She stumbled too, one knee touching the floor. 

She finally got the bag off and looked up to see her attackers when another heavy blow struck her in the head and she passed out. 

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[Part 2]

[Masterlist]

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Under The Influence | Masterlist

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE

PART TEN

PART ELEVEN

#venery gold #Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #n'jadaka #king n’jadaka #m’baku #M’Baku x oc #erik killmonger x oc #black panther #marvel #masterlist #under the influence

[heavenlymisa]

bounce-back to a throwback.

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader

warnings; The n-word, fluff, angst (only for a lil bit) 

summary; (this is a continuation of “his lil secret”) During Erik’s live-stream, you two decided on playing 21 questions, which turns into a time of remembrance. (this sounds like a hallmark movie-)

an; ya’ll done ate his lil secret UP- anyways, enjoy! <3 ALSO, a huuggee thank you to @ljstraightnochaser​ for giving me ideas! Couldn’t do this without you, boo!

“Bring lil’ mama back. Aht aht! Nobody calls her that except for me! Don’t play!”

“Babygir- Hold on now! Ya’ll niggas ain’t gonna sit there and call my baby babygirl like she’s yours.”

“Where did Y/N go? She’s downstairs eating her lil mozzarella sticks, still mad at me for not making them.”

“When your girl comes back, tell her to holla at a homebo- Nigga i’ll fuck you up- Matter of fact, BLOCKED. Stop fucking around with me, you ain’t my homeboy.”

You were sitting at the dining room table, eating the mozzarella sticks you made just a few minutes ago, while watching Erik on his Instagram live. Of course, he was just upstairs, but you decided to just let him take over his live for a little bit. 

After you left you and Erik’s bedroom, Your Instagram blew all the way up. Over the course of 9 minutes, your page went from 10k to Almost 100k. You didn’t really like the attention you got, but you weren't really phased about it either. 

“Is she still watching the live? I don’t know.” Erik said, still on live. 

You quickly commented on the live before the subject changed.

‘i’m still here :) what’s up?’

A couple of seconds passed before Erik saw the comment and smiled.

“Hey baaabbyyyeeee!” Erik yelled. You could hear him all the way upstairs..

‘you’re so loud i can hear you downstairs 🙄’

“Sorry, Mamas. You almost finished eating?”

‘yup! just gimme a sec to put my plate in the sink.’

“Aight. Make sure to come back upstairs!”

You hurried up and put your plate in the sink and dashed up the stairs, clutching your phone in your hand. As you walked up to the door, you turned off your phone and put it in your back pocket.

When you opened up the door to your shared bedroom, Erik looked up and dramatically gasped.

“Oh my god. A goddess walked into my room!” He set his phone on the nightstand and faced it towards where you were standing. He got up, rushed over to you, and threw his arms around your waist. You places your arms around his neck, while laughing as he spun you around softly.

“Babes, I missed you!” He kissed your forehead.

“Baby, it’s only been like twenty minutes, you’re fine!” You said while laughing.

He picked you up, which automatically made your legs wrap around his waist, while his arms stayed around your waist.

“Girl, you trip me out.” He said while laughing.

He sat down on the floor while you were still clinging onto him. You looked to the side and saw his phone propped on his lamp, still on live. You got off of his lap and crawled to his phone to read some of the comments while Erik dramatically fell unto the floor and started to whine.

‘she’s baacckkkk!’

‘ya’ll making me feel mad lonely :(’

‘Erik picked out a good one! 🤤’

‘mama got some sexc eyes thougghhh’

ew-

‘god clearly got favorites smh’

“Why did you leeavveee meeee!” Erik whined while squirming on the floor.

“Because I wanted to. Case closed.” You said while still looking at his phone.

“But I wanted you to stay, Babyyygirlll.”

“I was bored over there, but I’m entertained over here. So, I’m staying here, babe.”

‘PERIOD POOH-’

“Well okay.” Erik said while walking over to you and sitting on the floor beside you. “How can I make you not bored with me, ma?”

An idea popped into your head.

“Let’s play a game. Twenty-one questions.”

Erik grabbed his glasses, which were discarded on his dresser, and placed them on his face.

“Alright. Let’s play. I’ll go first.” He said while facing his whole body towards you.

“Question One, What’s one of my bad habits?”

“You leave the toilet seat up.”

“That isn’t a ba-”

“I fell into the toilet almost five times this week.” You said with a straight face.

Erik started to say something, but closed his mouth immediately when it opened.

“M’kay, my turn!” You said with a grin.

“Do you regret spilling that hot ass drink on me when we first met?”

“Hell no! I wouldn’t have met the love of my life if I didn’t.” Erik said while hugging your waist.

‘That’s how you guys met?!’

‘omg please tell us how you two met!’

You looked down at the man baby who was looking at the comments also while laying his head on your thigh. You stroked the side of Erik’s face and sighed.

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell you guys how us two met.”

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“Hello, may I get a Grande Caramel Macchiato?”

“Y/N, stop acting so formal with me, girl. I got you!” 

Currently, you were in Starbucks visiting your friend, Ebony, while she works. You usually don’t drink Starbucks, but it was cold outside and your body was begging for something hot. 

“Thanks girl.” You walked to a table, sat down, and pulled out your phone, patiently waiting for your drink.

After a minute, the bell for the door rang. Four guys walked into the Starbucks and sat down at the booth diagonal from your table. After a few seconds, one man stood up and went to the cash register to order.

“Girl, come get your drink. It’s on the counter!” Ebony said while going back into the kitchen.

You stood up, went to the counter, and grabbed your drink. The drink wasn’t as hot as you would imagine on the outside, but you knew the second that drink would hit your tongue, hell would be loose in your house.

As you went to turn back to go to your table, an elbow came in contact with your drink, making it splash all over your shirt and partially your face. 

“Oh shit!” The man in front of you exclaimed while running to get a paper towel from the bathroom.

You yelped and started to frantically fan yourself with your hand to at least try to cool yourself down. The man came back with some wet and dry paper towels and handed it over to you. You snatched it out of his hands and started to clean yourself off while the man was still watching you.

“What? You gonna wait for me to get another hot drink just so you can spill it on me?” You said, irritated.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fix all of this!” At this point, you were irritated and just wanted to go home.

The man sighed and shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.

“At least let me make it up to you. I honestly didn’t mean for all of this to happen..” The man said, sheepishly.

You weighted your options for about one minute until you caved in.

“Alright....”

“Here.” The man took off his hoodie and gave it to you. “Go to the bathroom, take off your shirt and put that on.”

Without responding you went into the bathroom and changed. The second you put on the hoodie, you got hit with a beautiful scent. You breathed into the hoodie and smelled Vanilla and cologne. You immediately felt warmth from that hoodie and never wanted to take it off. You walked out of the bathroom to be met with the man holding a Grande Caramel Macchiato.

“Here. I promise I won’t spill it on you.”

You took the drink while he took your stained shirt.

“C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

He chuckled.

“It’s a surprise. Just come on.”

He started to walk while you stayed behind. He looked behind himself and saw that you didn’t move an inch and huffed.

“Girl, come on.” He said with a dramatic expression.

“We’re strangers. What makes you think that you’re gonna take me somewhere?”

He chuckled.

“My name’s Erik. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“There, we’re not strangers. Now come on. I’m trying to make this up to you.”

You looked over to Ebony who was persuading you to go with his silently. You giggled softly and gave in.

“Fine... I’ll go..”

Erik excused himself from the three other guys and went to his car while you followed him. He unlocked his car while you stood there in awe. As he opened the passenger side of he car, he looked at you and chuckled.

“You like it?”

You walked up to the passenger side and sat down in the seat.

“Like it? It’s gorgeous.”

Erik winked at you and shut the door. He walked over to the other side, got in, and started the car. He grabbed two sunglasses, he put one pair on and handed the other pair to you. You carefully grabbed the sunglasses and put them on. Erik turned on the air and looked over to you.

“You know, i’m truly sorry about spilling that drink on you.”

You put the Starbucks drink in his cup-holder and looked over to him.

“It’s alright.” You said with a smile.

Erik smiled back and pulled out of the Starbucks parking lot.

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“Erik, I can’t accept this-”

“Yes you can-”

“Erik, no I can-”

“Just take it.”

“No, I’m not taking i-”

Erik shoved his credit card into her hand.

“Ma, just take the card. Go crazy, okay? Just make sure to buy me something.”

Currently, you two were inside the mall at the food court. Erik wanted you to buy some stuff with his credit card as a way to say “sorry”. Of course you believe that he was sorry, but giving a girl your credit card and just saying “go crazy with it” is another type of sorry. The best kind.

“Alright.” You said. You breathed in the scent of his hoodie before you two started to walk inside the mall.

“So... What do you work as?” 

“Hm? Oh, I’m a rapper.” Erik said bluntly.

“Like... A soundcloud rapper?” You absolutely hated soundcloud rappers. Most of them were offbeat and had no style whatsoever. You were just praying that he wasn’t a wannabe rapper inside your head.

“Oh hell no!” He said dramatically. “Ma, I have a record deal. I’m the real thing.”

“Oh really?” You said sarcastically. “Lemme listen to one of your songs them.”

He handed you his airpods and unlocked his phone. He went to his music app and clicked on an album. 

“You ready?” He asked.

You put his airpods into your ears and gave a thumbs up. He hit the play button and put his phone back into his pocket. As you listened to his song, you were in love. Rap wasn’t really your go-to, but you couldn’t lie; is was a whole bop.

When the song was over, you handed his airpods over to him and he clipped them back unto his belt loop on his pants.

“So, how was it?”

You stopped and looked over to him.

“What’s your rapper name?”

He chuckled.

“Killmonger.”

“Well, Killmonger...” You said slowly, which made his shift a little bit.

“That was amazing.”

“Why thank you Y/N.” He said sarcastically.

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The shopping was over and you two were overflowed with bags. You had like two small bags while Erik carried fifteen large bags from different stores. It was getting pretty late so you two decided to call it a night. You and Erik made it to his car, put the bags in the backseat, and got into the car. Erik sat still for a second before turning towards you.

“Gimme your phone.” He said with a blank face.

“Why?”

“Because if you want to go on another shopping spree, then you can just call me and i’ll put it in my schedule.” He said with a smile.

“Okayy.” You gave him your phone and he put his number in. He gave you your phone back and smirked. 

You opened the contacts app and found a new contact; “Sugar Daddy 😈💵🖤”

“Nigga I know you didn’t-”

“But I did.” He started the car.

“And don’t think about changing it, either!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“anndd... That’s how I met him.” You looked down to see Erik fast asleep on your thigh with his arm still wrapped around your waist. You looked up to look at the comments for a few seconds:

‘sugar daddy?? he was wildin back then-’

‘ya’ll cute or whateva😗’

‘where is erik? he just disappeared-’

“Erik’s still here, he’s just asleep on my lap.”

‘AWWW’

‘But didn’t he say in one of his songs, “We niggas dont sleep??” That’s how you KNOW niggas be lying.”

You chuckled and started to stroke the side of his face, which made him smile in the sleep a little.

“Alright guys, I’m going to end the live here. Bye!” You whisper-yelled to the phone.

‘byee!’

‘Awh... Byee!!’

‘take care!’

‘Don’t forget to call a homeboy up if homie isn’t treating you right 😉😜😏’

You rolled your eyes and ended the live.

All that was left to do was to get Erik on the bed.

Oh boy..

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ya’ll don’t know how much fun im having with this series-

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[starcrossedxwriter]

New Fic Alert: Unbreakable (Erik Killmonger x Black Wakandan OC)

Listen. I have 0 self control lol so here we are with another oneeee. This is a Black Panther AU in which Erik was raised alongside T'Challa in Wakanda after his father died and returned to America at 18. And Nakia has a sister (our OC).

Summary:

Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

So because these folks are actually fictional lol I have a face claim for our OC for once! But like all my OCs, you should picture yourself if you want.

This is for my Erik Killmonger girliesssssss! Trying my hand at something new (we'll see how it goes lol) Let me know if you want to be tagged.

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan fanfic #black panther #erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger angst #erik killmonger #Erik Killmonger fic

[clearlydiamondz]

Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Five

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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Once the Wakandian Royal family left, it was now Imani left with her father and step mother. They didn't speak a word to each other, and quite honestly, Imani wanted just that. She was in the main kitchen, cutting her some mangoes and kiwis as she heard someone come into the area. She looked up and saw that her Amarah stood there with a look that could kill. She ignored her, continuing to cut her fruits.

After today's events, Imani came up with a realization last night... a hard one. Amarah's is the only one that doesn't know better. She's young, new to this world, and is easily impressionable by her mother. Her mother hatred for Imani stems in Amarah because of Oshana wanting to be ruler.

"Why are you such a horrid person?" Amarah said walking towards her, with a look of disgust on her face. "Your father and my mother are in distress because of this situation and you have the nerve to sit here and-" Imani cuts her off.

"Blaming for your mothers stupidity is quite the reach." she said plopping a mango in her mouth. "Your mother is playing you like a violin and you don't even see it." she chuckled shaking her head as she grabbed a glass of water.

"You are just trying to come up with lies against my mother. She would never do such thing." she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But.. she has." Imani sighed then turned and look at her. "And I'm sure she created lies about me too." she chuckled.

"No she hasn't. Everything she's said about you is true. You only care about yourself, you'er rude and all you do is cause destruction." Amarah snapped at her. "You were jealous of me the moment we stepped in here because you thought I was prettier and smarter." That made Imani laugh.

"And lemme guess... Your mother told you that?" she said as Amarah kept quiet. "You let your mother poison your image of me."

"Throw your opinion about me out the window and just think for a moment. Your mother is queen, yet she had you go on international television and made you look like a complete fool. Not only that, when we go to America tomorrow and counteract your claims it won't be your mother that the world laughs at... it will be you." Imani stated. Amarah stared at her before shaking her head.

"That it's not true."

"Answer me then then, your mother is Queen. Not you. Would it not make sense for the Queen of the country to make this statement?" she asked her. Amarah didn't say anything, but Imani did recognize the look on her face.

Realization.

"And another thing-" she said grabbing a piece of Kiwi. "She did not take credit for any of this. No news source on the planet has a picture of your mother, connected to that statement. It's only you. So when you get back lash, which you will, no one will think to bash the queen. All of the negativity, will be for you and only you. Politicians, military informants, the people of both Wakanda and Kambaho. She made sure it was you so if it did back peddle and it didn't end well, it wasn't her that would get the backlash. It would be you." she stated. Amarah face saddened as she realized what her mother has done. Imani never thought that she could feel bad for her, but at this moment she did. Her eyes started to swell up with tears.

"I-I thought I was doing the right thing. She told me that we could get money, a-and that you were going to hate this."

"No no, don't cry." Imani said placing the bowl of fruit on the counter. "I've already have a plan to try and save face for you. No one deserves to be laughed at by the world when you thought you were doing the right thing." Imani grabbed her shoulders.

"Wipe your tears, weakness does not look good on us."

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Imani opened her fathers door to see him drinking a glass of whiskey. Sighing, she closed the door as he looked up at her. Holding the bowl of fruit, she sat down in front of his desk handing him the fresh fruit.

"It's been a minute since you came cut me a bowl of fruit." he chuckled grabbing it as she shrugged.

"Nakia sent me home with a bunch of fruit that some of the children grew at her school. Best fruit honestly." she chuckled sitting back in her chair crossing her legs, and placing her hands on her lap.

"I guess you'd like me to address the elephant in the room." he sighed. She thought about it, then shrugged.

"Honestly, I'm not even upset that you didn't show. Well, not anymore at least. I feel almost sorry really." she said to him. He didn't want to admit it but the meeting had him embarrassed and ashamed. He didn't even feel like a King in his own palace.

"Caught me by surprise." he said with no emotion as she shrugged.

"I hope you understand why, it wasn't intended to make you feel any kind of way." she admitted to him, he sighed wiping his hands over his head. "But I was hurt when I asked you to do one thing and you left me on my own."

"I know, I know it's just, I feel like I don't even have a say so in my own home without feeling like I'm making somebody upset." he responded as she nodded.

"Understandable. Well why is that?"

"You say go left, Oshana says I need to go right. You say yes, Oshana says no. My relationship is-" he stopped himself before finishing.

"Father you always say you trust my judgement, which you can assume is your judgement also?" she assumed, he nodded. "So why is that every time I make a decision, or anytime I do something, it's always the opposite with her." she said leaning forward. He thought about it.

"I'm the last person to even tell you this, because if you decide to love her then that's you. But your love should not in any way cross boundaries with the people who call you King." she snapped at him. "You sit in your office drinking your life away." she said pointing to the bottle of whiskey. "Letting her walk all over you while I have to pick up the pieces. I am tired." she whispered the last part.

"Are you even happy?" she asked him as he shook his head, making her scoff.

"I know. And I've been doing a lot of thinking." he said standing up. "I think it's time for me to finally step-down." he said as she looked at him in shocked.

"So soon?"

"You don't have to say it but I see how you look at me when I walk these halls. I have not been a great King nor father since your mother passed." he admitted to her. She stared at him, still in shock.

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"Welcome to the U S of A!" Erik exclaimed stepping off the jet as Imani looked around in shock.

"Oh wow.. it even smells different here." Imani exclaimed looking around as they walked to the jet.

"Eh, back home is better." Okoye stated walking beside the three of them as Imani chuckled.

T'Challa, Erik, Imani and Okoye made their way to the cars that awaited for them that took them to the hotel that they would be at for their stay. Imani sat in her own room that was in the Suit they shared, making notes on what she should say for her speech at the mission, when she heard a knock on her door.

She looked up and saw Erik standing with two Champaign glasses filled with a pink transparent liquid. "Here's to a little celebration to being in America for the first time." he said. She chuckled as she placed the laptop on her bed, as she grabbed it from him, making a toast and drinking.

"Good heavens, why is it so strong." she choked out making Erik laugh. "Y'all American's really do love your liquor." she said placing it on the bed side table next to her as he chuckled.

"You think this strong, just wait till I get you some Henny." he winked at her smiling as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to wait till we were alone." she said grabbing his glass from his hand and placing it on the table.

"Something happened?" he asked worriedly as she nodded. He immediately thought about the kiss that they shared the night before, scared she may have regretted.

"So my father talked to me last night after y'all had left back, and he basically told me that he was stepping down sooner that we planned." she told him biting his lip.

"You gotta stop doing that." he said leaning in closer, softly pulling her lip from her teeth as she gasped.

"Don't be touching my lips."

"You weren't' complaining about it last night." he tested her. She looked over to the side fighting the blush that was creeping on her face but he caught it. He stood up adjusting her body so that she sat on the edge of the bed with him standing between her thighs. He placed both of his hands beside her, bent down so where they were face to face.

"Must you be so close." she backed up a little. Affection obviously wasn't her thing, but Erik was determined to make it.

"I just like looking at you." he whispered to her, she bit the inside of her cheeks to refrain from biting her lip. Not being able to take the heat any more she gave him a kiss on the lips again as Erik grabbed her chin deepening it.

"Stop-" she giggled as he continued to peck her on the lips. "-N'Jadaka I need to tell you about what we talking about." she laughed pushing him away.

"How was this conversation even bought up anyways?" he asked standing up right grabbing his glass, her immediately missing the feeling of him being close.

"Well he was admitting some things, things I already knew."

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The following day, the travelers found themselves in front of the Outreach center with news reports from all around trying to get close enough to the podium. She wore a long white Sun Dress with her locs in a half up half down style, and some sandals. It was an understatement that she was Royalty from a different country.

To hear that three royals from two of the richest countries in America, that just so happened to be in rule of majority of the vibranium, they wanted to ask all of the good questions. Whether it was the scandal that Erik had addressed, or whether it was about the vibranium, or even just random questions.

It was decided that Imani would be the first one up to discuss her viewpoints, and to break the news to America about her father stepping down.

As they walked up the stage, questions and flashes started flushing in, the Dora Milije making sure no intruder made their way on stage. Imani stepped to the mic, tapping on the microphone to make sure it was on. As the crowd quieted, she begin to spoke.

"Firstly, I would like to say the Oakland California has been very welcoming to me. As this is my first time here in the states, I was quite weary about the response I may receive." she started off. "And my lord, do y'all know how to cook up here." she stated as the crowd laughed.

"I would like to start off by saying, that my father, King Z'Kiri of Kambaho has grown into his age. He has come to the conclusion that he is no longer able to run this country in his state. My mother, Queen Zakirah wanted the two of them to retire while they were still able and in right mind, I am pleased that my father has decided to move on with those wishes." she replied. Questions started to pile in as she continued.

"Furthermore, I would like to address the elephant in the room. Four centuries, not only our mother nation but our sister nation Wakanda has delt with the use and supply of Vibranium. As you may heard, from a non-spokes person of both respected countries, that we were open and willing to trade. The information was not presented perfectly, though we are opened to helping we are not open to trade." she stated. The gasps and whispers went first, than the questions came after.

"We would like to apologize on all people involved that have made had the intensions or impressions to trade with us, but that offer will not be on the table for the near future to come."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Imani sat in her room, cress cross apple sauce at the foot of her bed switching between channels on the T.V mounted on the wall watching American News.

"First of all, she looks like she belongs in high school. Who is trusting Miss Imani to run a freaking country!?"

"Honestly, I don't blame them. All America is good for is sucking countries dry, and leaving them."

"Whoever that braud was to make that statement in the first place is dumb for getting the entire world hopes up."

"What America needs to do is demand their respect. Why trust these shit hole countries to run the most expensive element on Earth!?"

"They are offering any country help, what more can we ask for? Especially with aliens attacking us every five business days!"

"Amarah isn't even royal blood so who ever set up that interview only did it to embarrass her. Why would she ever be the spokesperson for Kambaho AND Wakanda!?"

She listened to all of the comments, the positive, the negative and the neutral. Her mind was racing, she didn't know what to do.

"Turn this foolishness off." she looked over and saw T'Challa walking in, grabbing the remote and turning off.

"Can't help it." she sighed scratching at her forehead.

"Stop." he said pushing her arm away from her forehead and leaning against the dresser as she kissed her teeth. "You tend to do that when your stressing." he chuckled.

"I haven't noticed." she mumbled.

"You know for someone who talks a lot, you haven't said a word since the conference. I am concerned." she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"Not in a bad way." he defended putting his hands up in the air. "It's just, sometimes your mind runs a billion miles a minute so for you to be quiet.. it just concerns me." she sighed before standing up.

"I just hope I'm making the right decision." she stated playing with her fingers as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well this isn't the Imani I know." he said sitting next to her on the bed as she groaned.

"Whoever I hire, whatever decision I make, mistake or not I just want my people to know that I did it in the hopes of my people." she said looking at him. "If this turn around and bite us in my ass, I can never forgive myself." she whispered looking at him.

T'Challa never saw Imani this vulnerable. The weight of being the new Heir was weighing on her. "You know, this feeling is normal. I felt it, my father felt it, his father felt it, our ancestors felt it." he trailed off as she listened.

"Look. As long as I have known you, you have been preparing for this and I've known you my entire life. While we were out trying to sneak liquor from baba's cabinet, you were sitting outside the council room of both countries trying to hear what they said. You knew every single ally for both countries since you were five. You are more prepared than any royal I know." T'Challa comforted her.

"Who ever knew Challa would be so good with his words." she bumped into him as he chuckled.

"Just know I consider you my little sister Imani, just like Wakanda won't let her sister national fail neither will I." he told her as she smiled at him.

"Thanks Challa." she smiled at him.

"Now to the more important stuff." he said standing up. "I see you and Erik have been getting a little.. close." he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"I guess...." she blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know. I really like him."

"Whelp, that feeling is mutual. That man can't walk in any room without talking about you." he said in a matter of fact tone, that comment immediately peaking her interest.

"Is that so?" she said, not helping the smile that creeped on her face.

"Yeah, it's quite interesting since you couldn't stand him a few months ago." he joked as she threw a pillow at him as he chuckled. "You know how I am about these types of things, taking care-"

"Business first, pleasure second. Understandable." he mocked her rolling his eyes. "Who say's you can't mix business and pleasure?" he asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Literally everyone that owns a business?"

"Yeah well a country isn't a business." T'Challa stated. She was about to respond, but her door opened and she saw Erik standing there.

"Hope I ain't intrude in nothing." he smirked placing his hands into his pockets, as Challa shook his head. "Now, actually about to head out ourselves. Nakia wants to go out on a date." He gave Imani a knowingly look, before walking pass Erik and out the door.

"Talking about going out, let's go out tonight." he said standing up in front of her as she shook her head.

"No can do. We have to prepare for the interviews we have scheduled for tomorrow and we need to prepare ourselves for-" Erik groaned grabbing her hands.

"Let's just go out. Your in America for the first time and you want to stay inside and do work. I want to show you around my city." he begged her. "Please?"

There he goes with that fucking smile. She swears he could have anything he wanted with that smile.

"We go out tonight, in the morning we prepare." she pointed at him as he nodded.

"I got you."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"So, Jadaka, what's on our plans for tonight." she walked into his room. He turned around to look at her, but was caught by surprised by what she had on. His eyes wondered over her body than back to her lips.

"You tryna not to go out?" he asked her with a chuckle, his eyes doing a once over. She blushed at the comment, immediately knew where it was going, but she easily covered it with a scoff.

"Oh noo, you convince me to get dressed up, we are leaving." she chuckled sitting down on the sofa that he had in his room and crossing her legs. His eyes then sat at the way her thighs sat perfectly, most definitely using some of the coco butter from home.

"I mean I can say you do look good, right?" he smirked grabbing two whiskey glasses and a bottle of Henny. He placed both of them on the table next to her as she looked at the bottle. She took this moment to drink him and all his glory in.

"Oh is this the famous Hennessey." she chuckled as he poured them both an amount. He handed her the glass before saying,

"It is. Let's do a little pre-game." he state as the clinked their glasses together.

The taste of the drink caught her off guard as she started to cough. "Goodness gracious, what the hell is this!?" she coughed putting the empty glass on the table as he laughed.

"C'mon it ain't the bad."

"Ain't that bad!? It tastes like it belongs on the periodic table!" she claimed standing up. He busted out laughing as she grabbed the water bottle that was next to the bottle, chugging it down as she gagged.

"Okay I should've warned you." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes as she scoffed at him.

"No wonder why you Americans are so unhealthy. I think I just got level 2 liver failure from this sip." Even though it was nasty tasting, she immediately felt the affects of the drink.

"Okay... woah." she said sitting down as Erik sat next to her.

"Now you see why we like it so much." he smirked at her.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The two of them decided to have a nice dinner at one of the five star restaurants that his friend back home owned. Imani loved the different variety of meals, even sparking up conversation with him on how to cook such meals.

He finally wanted to take her to one of the lounges that he owned. With word that he and the princess was in town, it was packed with both paparazzi and people who just wanted to have a good time.

The two of them had a couple of more drinks at the restaurant, so they were most definitely feeling the drinks. Imani, sad to say it, haven't had this much fun in ages.

They stepped into the lounge as everyone started to make noise at their arrival. "Let's give it up for Erik and Princess Imani!" the DJ spoke as the two of them waved, walking through the paveway to their on VIP section.

As much as Imani was uptight, maybe it was the liquor or she wasn't on her Princess duties, but she most definitely enjoyed the lounge atmosphere. All she wanted to do was dance and have a great time.

And that's exactly what they did.

Luckily for the two of them, because of the Herb, they couldn't get too drunk but drunk enough to love the feeling.

Erik saw a whole other side of Imani. She had no shame on dancing on him, dancing on the sofa, hell even dancing on the table. Her shoes were off and her locs were now in a pony tail.

Something that he learned about her, this girl can dance and move. He loved it.

Luckily with her outfit on, she could move in anyway she wanted with out exposing herself, after all she was a royal. Erik sat on the couch with her on the glass table with a glass of Crown Royal in one hand, and a blunt in the other smirking at the princess in front of him.

"Mani, you having a good time?" he yelled over the music. She stopped dancing for a moment to look at him, with the goofiest smile on her face.

"Oh I'm having a blast." she said back to him before she stepped down. "Though I could be having way more fun." she said smirking at him as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mhm.. and how is that?"

"Well I'm not going to lie. That Henny drink made me feel a little funny." she admitted, a blush obvious. He knew exactly what she meant. In this moment, no matter how loud the music was, it felt like it was just the two of them in this club.

"Yeah... It does that." he laughed as she scoffed.

"You did this on purpose!" she said hitting his chest. "Though I really don't mind it." she finished. Erik knew she was a little tipsy, and wasn't sure if she was only saying it because she was. He knew if he did anything without her consent, his manly parts would most definitely be on display for the whole world to see by the morning. But it was like she read his mind.

"No worries. I'm still in my right mind about you." she told him then whispered in his ear. "About us." He closed his eyes, damn near taking her out right now but he stopped himself.

"Alright how about this? Don't drink for the next hour so you can sober up a little. Then, if you can tell me this again by the night at the hotel, I'll give you what you need. But I'm not touching you for the hour till you're clear." he looked her in the face before she nodded.

"Fair deal." she leaned over pecking him on the lips before standing up.

"Aye Erik!!" The two of them looked and saw two guys walking up the steps as Erik stood up.

"What up with y'all niggas!" Erik exclaimed giving each of them a bro hug.

"We could be asking you the same shit!" The light skinned one laugh.

Both of them were tall, one being light skinned and the other being dark skinned. The light skinned had tattoos running up his arm and neck, with curly hair. He was tall but slimmer than Erik. The darksinned one rocked locs with blonde tips, and had only one arm of tattoos. They were dripped out in Ice, most definitely looking like they had much money as Erik.

"Wayne and Jeremiah, this is my ole lady, Imani. Imani, these are my bestfriends Wayne and Jeremiah." she walked from behind the two with her hands out for them to shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you two. Erik always tell me crazy ass stories from back in y'all university days." she giggled as Wayne laughed.

"It's nice to meet you too Princess Imani." he said shaking her hand.

"Eh, I'm not formal type. Imani will do just fine." she told them.

"Okay Miss Imani." Jeremiah chuckled. As the three best friends started to catch up, Imani looked over the rail looking at all the people in the lounge. Some of them were waving up at her, and taking videos but one caught her eye.

Arianna Cope.

She was in her own VIP section across the lounge with her girl friends. With a twitch of her an eye, she looked back at Erik who was still talking to her. She looked back over and saw Arianna looking right back at her.

Giving her a stink look, Arianna rolled her eyes and started talking to her friends as they looked back at her also. Their fingers were pointing at her, it was obvious that they were talking shit about her and started to get aggressive. The next thing she knew, they were leaving their lounge and making their way across the club. The two men left as she she walked over to Erik before whispering in his ears,

"That Arianna girl is in here Erik." she told him. He turned around to look at her and saw that her face was annoyed.

"She is? Where?"

"She's making her way over here." she told him as he scoffed.

"There is security guards at the entrance of the VIP. They ain't coming up here." he reassured her. "Don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried. Though she better be. I will fuck her up." she warned him. The threat caught him off guard as she usually isn't the one going out looking for a fight, though she did have a mouth on her.

"Oh I know, you don't have to tell me." he chuckled. He heard about the damage that the Silver Leopard has done, even on the personal missions she's done within the months.

As she was about to say something, she heard the commotion down stairs of girls yelling. "I fucking know him! Lemme up!" One voice exclaimed.

"Tell that gorilla lookin ass bitch up there to come down here with her scary ass!" Another voice said.

"Gorilla!?" she looked at Erik in shocked as he shook her head, scared that the liquor might just encourage her to beat all they asses. "Oh fuck no!" she walked to the entrance as Erik blocked her from exiting by grabbing her and holding her by the waist.

"Nah let the bitch go. Let's see what this hoe really about!" Arianna exclaimed as Erik attempted to push her to the corner. Erik knew as soon as he let her go, she could do some serious damage to all parties involved, maybe even a few deaths.

All by herself.

"Mani... chill. You know you have advantage over them, you don't want to cause a bad image for yourself." he reasoned with her. She looked at him. "Don't react to it. You got way more to loose than her." he whispered to her as she looked at him. She was mad, but it seemed like Erik was good, even great, at calming her.

"Go down there and fix it before I do."

Knowing there wasn't an ounce of a lie with that statement, without second thought, Erik was making there way down the steps to see that issue.

"Fuck you Erik! Tell that bitch to come down the steps."

"Arianna she ain't coming down to do shit! The fuck is you here for anyways!?" he yelled at her, a barrier of men between him and her.

"Nigga you do realize what the fuck happened right!? The whole entire world is making her a life a living fucking hell because of what you posted nigga." one of her bestfriends, Janiah, claimed.

"I should have my brother come up here and shoot you in your shit bitch ass nigga!" Arianna exclaimed chucking her stlleto at his head, but with his quick reflexes he dodged it.

"All because you lied on me?" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Get these bitches outta my fucking club." he told the guards walking up. They continued to protest and yell but they were taken out, cameras video tapping everything.

It was around 12 o'clock at night when Imani let her him know that she was ready to head back home. The two of them exit the club, with him carrying her as she couldn't properly walk in her heels anymore because she was sore and lightly tipsy.

"We love you Princess Imani!!!" She heard a couple of black girls say at the entrance as she smiled and waved at them.

"I LOVE YOU MORE!!!" she exclaimed as they fan-girled at the princess.

"Okay get in the car." Erik chuckled placing her in back seat of the SUV, him waving at the fans before he too entered. She sat diagonally across the seat, as Erik put her feet into hid lap massaging it.

"Ya know, it feels like I'm getting sobered enough.." she trailed off, moving her feet across his lap in a slow motion. He looked at her with a look that she didn't recognized, but boy did she love it.

He looked almost primal the way he was looking at her, and his mouth was sure as hell watering at the sight of her. All tonight with her dancing, she teased the hell out of him.

If he thought that was teasing, he was sure as hell in a rough ride back to the hotel.

"Do you mind letting the visor up please?" she asked the driver as he nodded. Erik knew she was bold, hell, every statement that went out of this girls mouth was nothing but bold. But this really was the icing on top of the cake.

"No problem Princess Imani." And with that the visor went up as he looked down at his Rolex.

"You do know you have exactly 23 minutes left right?" he warned her as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you really being so technical?" she whispered crawling onto his lap. His eyes were low from the blunts that he smoked, Imani damn near dripping at the sight of him.

"Imani... what are you doing?" he asked looking up at her.

"You said you wouldn't touch me. You didn't say anything about me touching you." she whispered, biting his ear lobe. He closed his eyes, with her placing small kisses from the bottom of his ear, down his neck. Her hips slowly started to wine, as she lifted her dress just a tad bit.

"Fuck Mani, your killing me." he grabbed her waist about to help himself but she smacked his hands. "Aht aht, you still have about-" she grabbed his hand looking at his Rolex. "About less than 22 minutes. You don't get to touch me yet." she smirked at him. If looks could kill, this girl would have been dead by the look he was giving her.

He nodded his head, his tongue gliding across the inside of his cheeks. "You playing with fire, I hope you know that." his tone was about a couple of octaves deeper as she bit her lip.

"Mmm something in me don't believe that." she smirked, questioning his ability. He didn't get offended, he didn't roll his eyes. He just smiled at her.

That fucking smile.

"Bet."

All through out the ride, Imani did everything in her power to get him to break. She don't know if she admired or was pissed off at his strength to keep his hands to himself. When they arrived at the hotel, he stepped out. He picked her up out of the vehicle due to the lack of shoes, before entering the elevator that was to the pent house floor.

He placed her down, his stare intensely on her as she bit her lip at him. He clenched his fist, again biting the inside of his cheek. They arrived to the top floor, as she turned around walking into the hotel suit. She was about to make her way to her room but he stopped her.

"And where you think you going?" he asked tilting his head, a smirk on his face.

"To my room to-"

"Take yo ass in my room Mani." he cuts her off, moving aside to let her walk in front of him. This cut throat Erik was new to her. If this way any other situation, he would have been cussed clean the fuck out. She stared at him in shock, before he laughed.

"Oh you thought I was playing. Take yo sexy ass in my fucking room. I'm not telling you again." he told her. Walking passed him, she walked down the hall to his room as he followed behind her, watching her ass jiggle in the dress. He walked behind her, shutting the door. He looked at the two glasses and the bottle of henny before he poured himself another drink.

As dominant as she was in the real world, she never knew she would get so turned on by a man telling her what to do. In her past sex life, she was always the one in charge. This.. was entirely new to her.

"I think you have about three minutes left." he taunted her. She bit her lip looking at the clock before turning to him.

"I can do a lot in three minutes." she told him, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah I know." he chuckled taking the mint gum out of his mouth, throwing it away and taking the glass of Henny down the throat. He took off his jacket throwing it somewhere in the room. "You have no understanding how I'm about to fuck the shit outta you do you?" he bent down in front of her. The mint with the whiskey smell was damn near intoxicating itself.

"I don't, you do have two minutes to explain it though." she batted her eyelashes at him.

"I don't know whether I want to eat that pussy first because I know she's wet, or making you deep throat my dick for all this teasing. Either way you getting a treatment of both. Then, I'm bending you over the bed and making you take all this dick, I don't care if you cum a hundred times. Take you to the window, fuck you while you looking at my city. Take yo ass in the shower, give you all this dick in there." he spoke. Speechless, she started to move her thighs together. Licking his lips, he looked down at her moving her thighs. He stood up straight before saying,

"Play with that pussy for me." she stood up, slipping out of the dress, him seeing that she didn't have on any under garnments.

"Mani.." he tsked. "You were planning this entire time to get some dick." he said in more of a statement.

"How could I not?" she sat back on the bed. Opening her legs, she showed him her waxed pussy with her own happy tail, widening her legs to give a view of her pussy.

"Yeahhh." he kneeled down getting a front row seat. "Such a pretty pussy..." he whispered to himself. "Since you wanna show me this pussy like a lil hoe, gone head and fuck yourself like one." he said, still starring at it. Slowly, she moved her legs between her thighs as her hands were placed on her swollen clit. Using her index and middle finger, she moved her finger on her clit with pressure as she closed her eyes.

"Mhmm." she let out a moan. Her wetness was producing, knowing the fact that she was playing with herself in front of him. Months ago, if you told her that this is where she would be at, she would have laughed in your face. Yet, here we are.

"I said fuck yourself like a slut. Add a finger or two in there before I do it." he warned her. Trailing down to her entrance, following his instructions, she started to fuck herself with her fingers. She's done this before in the comfort of her own privancy, but it ain't never felt this way before.

"Oooh goodness..." she gasped, hitting her g-spot.

"Fuck you already creaming?" he asked her. He looked down at his watch. "You gotta minute to make yourself cum. Then your mine for the taking." she continued to fuck herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it in the moment, but this was Imani we were talking about. She always loved a challenge.

"Erik!!" she exclaimed as he shook his head.

"Nah, moan the name I was given."

"N'Jadaka..." she moaned. With the hour finally up, he slapped her hand away.

"Move." Was all he said. She moved her fingers, him grabbing them and placing them in his mouth and with the others slid two fingers inside her. "Yeah.... I like that." he heard the wet noise her pussy was making as she moaned.

"Fuck... finger my pussy just like that." she gasped out. He spat on her clit making her gasp as he stood back up. Grabbing the back of her hair, he pulled her so that she was looking at him.

"Daddy making this pussy feel right, ain't he?" he smiled at her.

That smile was what made the dam broke. "Fuuuck you..." she moaned as she came all on his fingers as he laughed. He grabbed her legs opening them before his face was between her thighs, and happily eating her pussy. He rotated between slurping on her clit and tongue fucking her. Her hands were in his dreads yanking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ohh my goodness.." she gasped out. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Erik continued to eat her out, purposely making the slurping sounds just so she knew her pussy tasted good.

"I-I don't think I can come again." he pulled away, slapping her clit as she bucked her hips.

"Shut the fuck up and let me eat this pussy." And with that, his tongue was back like it never left.

"Daddy.. shit!" she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, her cumming all over again on his tongue and face, yet he still did not stop.

He was here to prove a point, and my God was the point being proven.

"Daddy please!" she moaned out. The sound of her calling him daddy could've made his dick rip his pants rip at the seems. Yet, she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

This feeling, she have never felt before. There was a pressure she felt that she just let go. "Fuck mamas." he whispered astonished at the juices squirt outta her.

"OOHHH MYY GODD." she grabbed the blankets as he stood up taking off his shirt. As he unbuckled his pants, she sat up kissing him on the lips as he deepened the kiss. Letting his pants fall to the floor and stepping out, he grabbed her face kissing her as her hands went to his dick pulling the waist down. With his dick free, he stepped outta his underwear as she grabbed it.

She pulled away to get sight of it how it felt, because the way it felt didn't make sense.. that was until she saw it.

"All this... for me to play and fuck with?"

The way she sounded innocent , but was talking about fucking his big dick made his dick jump in her hand. Astonished she pushed him back as she slid outta bed onto her knees looking at him.

"You want this dick in your throat?" he asked her, slapping her in the face a few times with it as she nodded.

"Yes please, sir."

"Open." Right on command, her mouth was open and watering as he entered her mouth throwing his head back. Taking a minute to adjust to his size, it wasn't long before his dick was down her throat.

"Put your hands in your lap, let daddy fuck this slutty throat." he begged her. Following his instructions, with her head against the bed and him, she had no where to go as he attacked her throat.

"That's it... fuck." With her throat tightening and the wetness combined, he wasn't sure if he could last this long in her throat. With one hand she played with her right nipple, and with her other hand she started to fuck herself again with his fingers.

He heard the wetness of her pussy as he smirked down at her. "I love a bitch that gets wet at sucking my dick. Ima make you a feen for this dick you hear me, Mani?" he groaned as she nodded choking.

"Ima have you willing to take this dick anywhere and anytime, no matter who fucking watching. You like that don't you." she moaned over his dick as slob ran down her chest and to her pussy. He pulled away making her gasp for air. He grabbed her by the throat, making her kiss him, messy and all.

He lifted her up on the bed, throwing her in the middle she opened her legs for him. He crawled between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of dick.

"Mmm look all that." he whispered to himself, her wetness spreading across his tip. "You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked pushing into her as she gasped out loud.

"Oh my-" he grabbed her by the cheeks making him look at her.

"You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked her again, pulling out then entering again as she moaned.

"N-no-"

"Since I met your pretty ass. Give up this pussy just...like...that." between each word, he fucked into her as she screamed. Covering her mouth with his hand, he smirked at her.

"You want everybody hearing how you giving this pussy up, huh?" she shook her head. "Alright, shut the fuck up." he said fucking her harder. Her eyes was half way open as she grabbed his wrist. She looked up at him with a surprise look on her face, his tip damn near beating her G-Spot.

"Look at the dumb look on your face. You didn't believe me when I told your ass you was playing with fire." he pulled his hands away. He grabbed the back of her knees pushing them to her chest, fucking her again.

"Daddy.." she gasped rubbing her clit as he leaned down kissing her.

"You look so pretty when you take this dick. Daddy loves making you look like this."

All this time he known this girl, she was never seen unkept. Not a hair out of place. The way she looked right now, he was happy he was the only one to be able to see her like this.

"Oh goodness, I think I'm gonna-" the splashing sounds that hit both her and his skin was heard between the two of them. The dangerous man didn't even stop fucking her, just kept it going.

"JADAKA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. He sat back up, still fucking her, before flipping her on her stomach.

"Don't make me ask for it." Was all he said, and surprisingly enough, she knew. She arched her back, Erik smiling down at the sight.

"I think I know my favorite way to see you." he smacked her ass a good couple of times before forcing her on his dick. "Damn.. this pussy." he moaned out fucking her nice and slow. The mirror that was in front of the bed caught everything the thing two was doing. She looked inside the mirror at him as he continued to fuck her.

"Fuck daddy.." she whimpered as he continued to fuck her at the slow pace.

"I know... I feel that pussy tightening and getting wet on me. You like watching yourself get fucked don't you?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Come on, fuck this dick. Show daddy you deserve to get this dick when ever you want." Without changing a thing, she threw her ass back on him like her life depended on it.

"Mmm I love fucking this dick daddy." she whimpered out, the smacking sounds echoing in the room.

"That's right..." he groaned out smacking her ass cheeks a couple of time. "Show me how much of a slut you can be for daddy." he said watching her ass bounce on him.

He was caught by surprised by how much wetness and cream she was producing, she was most definitely turned on by the sight of him fucking her in the mirror.

"Kinky ass bitch." he told her, grabbing her locs, bringing her back to his chest. His face hovered hers, smiling in her face as he fucked her at a fast pace.

"Damn it daddy. Your beating up my pussy!" she gasped out.

"You mean I'm beating up MY pussy? Yeah I know. Shut up and take it bitch." he told her. Her hands grabbed the blankets below her as she bit her lip. He reached around with his other hand, rubbing at her clit as her mouth opened in shock. Erik took the opportunity to give her one last sloppy kiss before spitting in her mouth.

He knew she was a slut, but once she came again from the crude action, it confirmed it. He pulled out getting out of bed, before grabbing her by the ankles and lifting her up now that the bed was soaked. Turning her against the glass window, and facing her back, he lifted a leg up and inserted again.

"Fuck.. why are you fucking me like this?" she moaned out. It was a serious question. There was no reasonable answer on planet Earth why this man would be fucking her like this... or she thought.

"Walk around with a smart ass mouth all the fucking time, you just needed some good dick, right?" he taunted her as she nodded moaning. He smacked her cheek a little to let her know he wanted to hear words. "Mhm, speak when I'm talking to you. I know you got manners Princess Imani." he taunted her again.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Noo say I needed some good dick."

"I just needed some good dick daddy!" she moaned out, with her hands on the window.

"Yeah.. and who's giving you this good dick?"

"F-Fuck you are!" she exclaimed as he smiled at her. He put his head in the crook of her neck before whispering.

"Ima nut." he pulled out, bending her over as he came all over her ass.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned out. Breathing hard and heavy, he picked her up, taking him to his bathroom.

"Like I said I ain't done with yo ass yet. Take ya ass in the shower."

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