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[ororowrites]

T’Challa Oneshot: JILL

Characters: T’Challa x Honey (OC)

Word Count: 2, 480

Warnings: Slight smut, language, adult themes

Her thick brown thighs seemed to be the main attraction that night. The short gold, spandex dress was no match for her legs.

As her lips parted to recite her most recent work, the Prince’s eyes found her’s. There he was sitting in the corner of the room. Away from everyone as if he was hiding. As his lips rested  against the glass, Honey spoke. Taking a sip of the numbing potion, he drank in her appearance. Warm brown skin with a hint of cinnamon. Dark brown eyes that held many stories. Lips - oh her lips. The way her bottom lip poked out a more than the top, giving her a delicious pout. When she licked them, that bottom lip being tugged between her teeth made the Prince adjust in his seat.

I just don’t know where I should go.

So, slowly, surely.

Her tone was sultry and demanding. It was smooth and alluring. She commanded the stage, looking every club goer in the eye as she spoke.

Anybody that can listen, come listen.

Having faith in the rest of you, will be an amazing awakening.

Again, she caught the young Prince’s eye, locking her gaze on him longer than she did anyone else in the room. The way he stared back set her body on fire. That blaze finding its way between her legs causing her womanhood to become curious. Who is this man? I want to get to know him, she purred.

There’s power in them rolling hills, come on.

Honey began to move her hips to the soulful beat the jazz players performed in the background. Her spoken word was always mysterious, yet sexy. She had a way of making people hang on her every word. The Prince of Wakanda was no different. Visiting the States for three months on a mission, he found himself at this particular club a couple of times during the week. It was tucked away downtown. The first night he saw Honey perform, she didn’t notice him. By the third night, her eyes searched the small room until she found him. This went on for weeks and they had never met or spoke. Honey would come up and perform new work, have one drink, then return home.

Tonight, T’Challa vowed to meet her. He had grown tired of watching from afar and needed to know her.

You're in so deep, I'm breathing for you

You grab my braids, arch my back high for you.

When Honey finished her set, the King approached her at the bar where she was ordering her favorite drink. Rum and coke. Before he could even open his mouth, the beauty turned her head, a smile already forming on her dark red lips.

“I was wondering when we’d finally meet,” she said. “Honey Williams,” the dark skinned beauty extended her hand.

“T’Challa,” the Prince introduced himself, flashing a dashing grin and making his new acquaintance swoon in her seat. “You’re quite the poet. I’ve enjoyed your work.”

Honey’s beautiful smile spread across her face, highlighting her high cheekbones. “Thank you. I noticed you a few weeks ago and knew you weren’t from around here. I’m disappointed. I haven’t heard any spoken word from you. You have the voice for it.”

By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence.

You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me.

That night, Honey stayed for more than one drink. T’Challa had her attention and she had his equally as much. Over rum and coke, they shared laughs and childhood memories as if they were old friends. T’Challa learned that Honey was a social worker by day and had recently published a book of love poems. She was a bright, young woman with big aspirations and she had a plan to make those dreams come true.

Honey was warm and unique. She loved the way rain smelled but was afraid of thunderstorms. Her personality the type to make anyone feel like they’d known her for years. When she listened to him, T’Challa could tell she was engaged and interested in getting to know him. They talked for hours, both of them losing track of time. But, neither of them cared because they had nothing but time on their hands.

I love your mannerisms, babe.

The way you handle them.

After sobering up as much as their bodies would allow, Honey invited T’Challa to her apartment a few blocks away from the club. By this time, their conversation had deepened to more serious topics. Gentrification of the neighborhood, the current state of American politics and if pineapple truly belonged on pizza. Note: T’Challa thought it was the most American practice he’d ever seen.

Honey was intrigued by what T’Challa shared about Wakanda. He wasn’t too specific but he shared enough detail that painted a beautiful picture for her. In her head, she pictured exotic plants and the most beautiful sunset in the world.

Over coffee, the pair continued the conversation. T’Challa talked about his passion for education and the goals he wished to accomplish in the near future with his schooling. Honey chuckled when he complained about his little sister being a nuisance, though she was a genius who enjoyed annoying her brother for entertainment purposes.

Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation.

Share situations, temptations, education, relaxation.

“You have any siblings” T’Challa questioned, not even noticing how close they were sitting. His thigh rested against Honey’s bent leg. It was comfortable. So comfortable and effortless that T’Challa began to wonder if they’d met in another life. Maybe their ancestors had cross paths. Their spirits were too connected to just be strangers that had been watching each other for a few weeks.

“No. I’m the spoiled, only child. My mom  got her tubes tied after she had me at 38. Supposedly, I was an uh-oh baby,” she explaining, laughing at her mother’s claim.

“Well I don’t think you were an accident. Obviously, you were put here for a purpose, right,” the Prince added, his smooth voice sending a chill over Honey’s body. The shift in the mood was hard to ignore. Honey moved in closer, appreciating T’Challa’s close company.Taking in her warm smile, T’Challa didn’t stop his own from forming.

For a few long seconds, they didn’t blink until Honey’s shyness made its first and only appearance that night. The Prince made the first move, slowly inching towards Honey’s lips. She was wearing a brownish red lipstick that smelled just like chocolate. All he wanted was a taste.

I know you don’t understand,

But you’re gonna have to understand he’s my man now.

Electricity didn’t take long to build between them. And when their lips finally touched...oh, the fire they made. Not sure if they were crossing forbidden territories, the kiss was timid at first. The first thought that ran through Honey’s head was, ‘you don’t even know this man and he’s in your home.’ This wasn’t the norm for either of them, yet no one was stopping it. As a smooth jazz tune played in the background, T’Challa coaxed Honey’s lips open until their tongues met. Those walls were crumbling and Honey’s brain was no longer screaming at her to think about the consequences of having a one night stand.

Like Honey, T’Challa was normally not the type to indulge in one night stands. But something about Honey was intriguing and he couldn’t leave it alone. The kiss intensified and T’Challa pulled Honey into his lap. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his legs and his dick hardened immediately under her hips.

Jill Scott’s, Golden, was next on the playlist. The upbeat tempo the complete opposite of the slow roll of Honey’s thick hips.

I’m taking my own  freedom, putting it in my stroll.

I’ll be high stepping ya’ll, letting the joy unfold.

T’Challa’s long fingers played with the hem of her dress before running up her thighs and under the thin fabric. When Honey pulled away from his lips, she went straight for his neck while his digits played with the heated flesh between her legs.

Wetness pooled with a simple touch causing Honey to grind faster. Her newest toy couldn’t even get her this aroused. T’Challa’s hand work conjured up a moan sitting in the back of her throat. He inserted two fingers, keeping his thumb busy on her clit. Massaging the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb, the Prince watched Honey’s changing expressions. Her mouth fell open, forming a small ‘o’.

“How does that feel,” T’Challa questioned, curling his fingers inside the pink abyss.

“So good,” Honey moaned, in response her body stiffening from the pleasure of T’Challa’s fingers introducing themselves over and over again. Breathy moans harmonized with Jill’s soothing voice. “I want to ride you until the sun comes up,” Honey spoke confidently, shocking herself her words.

“What was that,” T’Challa quizzed, continuing to explore, knowing he heard her the first time.

“Ooooh shiiit,” Honey shook under T’Challa’s spell, her pussy tightened around him before releasing Honey’s nectar all over his hand and lap. “My room, now!” Within a second, Honey was off his lap and leading T’Challa to her bedroom.

Thankfully, she had folded  and put away laundry earlier in the day, leaving her bed open for business. T’Challa waited on Honey’s lead since it was her space after all. The brown goddess sauntered over to him, her hips hitting every beat of the next Jill track.

She smirked as she began removing the short dress, revealing a purple panty and bra set. T’Challa was in love with how smooth her skin looked under the dim light of the floor lamp. The Prince followed, removing his shoes, pants and sweater.

He was beautiful. Deep brown skin coating his sculpted muscles like the finest silk. When Honey’s eyes traveled below his navel, her mouth watered as her insides churned. Where would she start exploring? Judging by his growing erection, she knew exactly where to start.

Kissing T’Challa again, Honey took control, walking him back towards the bed. He obeyed her silent instructions and laid back, allowing Honey to climb on top. They weren’t rushing because their bodies wouldn’t allow it.

You pulled some tricks out your sleeve last night.

Everything I fantasize about.

Honey was feeling greedy and wanted to feel him in the back of her throat. She wanted to taste him but T’Challa wouldn’t allow it. When he realized her plan, he cradled her face before flipping them over.

“No, I won’t let you do that,” he urged, holding his index finger to her lips when she tried to protest. Instead, he pulled Honey to the edge of the bed. He wanted to write a little poetry of his own. Watching Honey watch him sent blood downward, making him stiff under her intense stare. Her eyes stayed on him as he used the tip of his tongue to dip into her folds, getting a taste before diving in. T’Challa was gentle but assertive enough to make her legs fall open to give his mouth better access.

The light smacks of his lips and tongue, produced a different soundtrack against the next Jill song on the playlist. She crooned alongside Honey’s soft moans. It was beautiful, almost erotic. T’Challa’s tongue explored Honey’s depths as he became familiar with what made her body react and fed her spirit. She liked when he dipped his tongue deep inside her, but not too fast. Slow, methodical patterns made Honey wetter and her legs tighten around his head. For extra stimulation, Honey massaged her breasts pulling her nipples between her fingers. With each dip, she pulled a little harder.

“Fuck, fuc-right there, shit,” she cried out when T’Challa found her spot. Juices coated his tongue as they wet the sheets below. Honey could no longer focus on pleasing herself, her hands finding the back of T’Challa’s head. Her pussy throbbed as she came a second time that night.

Eating Honey out so good, she began to see stars, he kept going. Honey coated his tongue and his nose rubbed her clit with each slow grind and glide of his mouth. Making use of his hands, he brought Honey home for a third time, leaving her a blubbering mess. Aftershocks left her body sensitive to his touch. She didn’t think she had any more to give, but somehow Honey ended up on her stomach with her ass in the air.

They say I'm crazy.

The way you got me open baby.

The liquor must have still been in her system because she yearned for a rough fuck. He had been gentle enough with her all night. Respectful enough with her all night. Right now, Honey wanted skin slapping, lip biting, down right nasty fucking. Feeling bold again, she expressed her need after T’Challa found a condom in his pants.

“You sure about that,” the Prince asked, knowing his strength may be a bit much for her to handle. He still didn’t truly know her body.

“Yes,” she huffed, her throat dry from having her mouth open for too long. “Fuck me,” she repeated, grabbing a pillow from the head of her bed.

Still not wanting to be too rough, T’Challa gently slid into Honey’s warmth. A low groan escaped his mouth. She felt so good. The way she wrapped around him was going to make it hard for him to keep his composure. Allowing Honey to adjust, T’Challa began a slow grind. From his view, he could see the muscles in Honey’s back flex. Her fingers gripped the silk sheets, grasping at them when his strokes became rougher.

“You feel so fucking good,” Honey cursed, her breasts bouncing beneath her. The neighbors weren’t going to be too happy about the bed banging violently against their wall. T’Challa didn’t keep the same rhythm. Sometimes he pulled all the way out to see her juices glistening on him before gently driving himself back in. He gave her short, hard pumps with a mixture of slow, tantalizing strokes. Sweat transferred from his body to her’s and vice versa. He talked her through her fourth orgasm briefly stopping to give her time to breath before he went back to chase his own climax.

Honey’s ass bounced roughly against his hips until she couldn’t take it anymore. The urge to tap out was strong but the dick was too good. When T’Challa applied pleasure to her asshole with his thumb, the poet came undone. Her soul escaped her body for a moment as the strong bout of pleasure zoomed through her limbs and back to her center. It crept up her neck and wrapped itself around her head before only becoming a pulse between her thighs. The feeling paralyzed her body and mind.

T’Challa’s light snores brought her back to reality.

“Damn,” was all she could muster up through loud pants.

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[emjayewrites]

Just For Tonight (Oneshot)

Synopsis: Yahya finally gets the chance to spit game to a fellow actress. 

Pairings: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Zenaida “Zen” Christoph

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A/N: I do not know Yahya or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. Enjoy the drabble.

P.S. this may or may not be the start of a short series....

Although Yahya craved attention, so much so that some even complained that he had a borderline excessive attention-seeking disorder, he loathed talk shows. And as often as he would smile, joke, laugh, and play the mind games for the audience, he did not enjoy repeating the same story again and again nor did he like being called a ‘sex symbol’. To his family and close friends, he was just Yahya, simple as that, however, this whole concept of being famous warranted unwanted stress and constant spotlight. 

That was the downside of making a name for himself in Hollywood: the stress and spotlight. Yes, he loved interacting with fans, but the paparazzi was doing too much at times. Nevertheless, he was grateful for his immediate success and momentum, not to mention the opportunities that were presented to him. 

Overall, fame came with a price to pay, yet the perks were worth it in the end. For months, there have been rumors swirling around social media about a possible Netflix series in the works with a new starlet, Zen Christoph. Little mamas have been making a name for herself in the independent film circuit and were even nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Safe to say, Yahya fancied her a bit; she was easy on the eyes, smart as a whip, and quite witty. 

A fellow New Orleanian, Zen was raised in the Tremé neighborhood before moving with her mother to live in Chicago. Even though they followed one another on Twitter and Instagram, they never had the chance to truly speak to one another face-to-face, at least not until tonight. 

He has seen her around at afterparties and she was friends with Candyman co-star, Teyonah Parris. Despite this, they still never managed to link up once. Amid a promotion tour for Aquaman 2 and post-production for Matrix 4, Yahya finally had time for some much-deserved R&R as well as to peruse scripts for potential projects. This downtime was the opportune moment to catch up and perhaps even spit game to a lovely woman. 

He busied himself with his iPhone as he waited for James Corden to finish his monologue. Once the host of The Late Late Show introduced him, Yahya slowly walked down the steps with a wooing swagger, high-fiving guests as he passed them. Men cheered, women ogled wantonly and chanted his name like a lustful litany; he was in absolute heaven. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into a wide, dimpled grin, a fan favorite that caused the female audience to go wild with hormonal hysteria. James shook his head at the scene then prompted Yahya to take a seat on the couch. 

“Let’s calm down now, let’s calm down,” James instructed, gesturing with his hands. The mania soon dissolved into silence and he let out a huff of air. “I don’t know how you do it, man.” 

Yahya shrugged as he tugged his left ear nervously. “Me neither, honestly, but I take it in stride.” And this was the truth. As previously mentioned, he loved attention, but it still made him a bit taken aback that women found him attractive. He knew that he was handsome, however, having so many women in his DMs was as endearing as it was off-putting. Sometimes, the thirst truly ran free and the sheer nastiness of their messages was astounding. 

James and Yahya fell easily into lighthearted conversation, discussing a myriad of topics before James eventually announced that Zen will be making her debut on the show. At the sound of this, Yahya’s posture instantly straightened and he adjusted the collar of his shirt. In a matter of seconds, the audience and himself were graced with the presence of Zenaida Christoph. 

Dressed in a strapless black dress with a slit up to her upper thigh and strappy stiletto heels, Zen was a sight for sore eyes and garnered all the male attention at the venue. Ever the gentleman, Yahya immediately got up to escort her down the stairs and he inhaled deeply at the scent of her deep, smoky perfume. 

“Thanks,” she muttered appreciatively to him when they sat down, adding a toothy grin for good measure. 

“Anytime, mamas,” he responds, licking his lower lip. The motion made her divert her eyes to his full lips and he swore that he heard her sigh in admiration. 

“First things first, welcome to The Late Late Show, Zen,” greeted James with an enthusiastic clap of his hands. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. Do you know Yahya?” 

Zen throws her hair back over her shoulder in a sexy manner before giving Yahya a thorough once-over. “I am familiar with him, yes.” She shot him a dazzling smile, which made Yahya’s lower region stir within the confines of his pants. Her sultry voice paired with that seductive smirk of hers made him arouse like no other. Zen was Aphrodite incarnate, sexy beyond comprehension, and truly irresistible. “I’m a big fan.” 

“Same here, mamas,” he retorted, patting her bare leg affectionately. Yahya was just going with the vibe they initially set, and he hoped that he wasn’t being offensive. Nonetheless, his worries subsided when he felt the gentle brush of her leg against his. 

Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Say the fuck less. 

“Really? What’s your favorite role of mine?” she taunted him, making both the audience and James gasp in shock.

Yahya, completely unaffected and refusing to waver, chuckled at her words. “You’re putting me on the spot, eh?”

“Sure am,” countered Zen proudly. 

“Well,” he drawled, facing Zen to give her his undivided attention, “if you must ask, my favorite role of yours has to be Kivah in Searching Somewhere, yet I am partial to your feature in Insecure.” 

Zen smiled contently as memories began to flood her brain of her time as a reoccurring character on Insecure. “I love that show and everyone involved.” 

“Now, what ‘bout me?” 

It was her time to chuckle. “Watchmen, hands down. You were amazing as Dr. Manhattan, not to mention your notable nude scene. It made me....well...I don’t think we can discuss alladat on television.” 

The audience hooted at the exchange and if it was possible, Yahya’s sable skin would redden at this moment. Suffice to say, he was grateful for his melanin, yet it did not stop the warm flush to his cheeks. Zen’s cocky smile never faltered and James blinked in surprise, his mouth agape. 

“You two are going for it, my goodness!” he screeched, glancing back and forth between them. “I can’t believe it.” 

Both Yahya and Zen shared a unisonous laugh then dismissed James’ comments, yet it was no denying the instant chemistry they had nor the rapport. 

“So...the nude scene did it for you, huh?” he asked, eyes narrowing into an intense gaze. Yahya could not help himself; he needed more clarification in regards to the provocations she felt while watching that particular scene, and when James brought it up once again, he decided to divulge in the query. 

Zen’s brows lifted in amusement. “Feeling bold, sir?” 

“Hell yeah,” he retorted without a second thought, prompting everyone to chuckle. Yahya relaxed his arm over the back of the couch, trapping Zenaida in a hazy bubble of lust. His hand slowly began to reach to her to caress her neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles in her soft skin. 

He was putting on the charm heavy, and Zen lapped it up like a lovesick puppy. She taunted him by leaning backward, pressing up against his hand until he wrapped his fingers around her neck for a light chokehold. 

“Do it,” pantomimed Zen, egging him on to apply some pressure. Shocked, and overwhelmed with obvious arousal, Yahya did as he was told, squeezing slightly to give Zen a nice choke. Her eyes drooped and she let out a huff of air. 

Biting down on his bottom lip, Yahya increased the pressure on her neck, cutting off some of her air supply. To his surprise, no one seems to catch on to what they were doing, for Zen carried on with the conversation as if nothing was happening. Yahya easily noted that Zen had a freaky side to her that was just waiting to be released. 

They played this game for the remainder of the interview, teasing each other mercilessly with double entendres and soft caresses. Casting directors and producers could see the potential of their light bickering and teases, so much so that they could be love interests for a film or series. And with that, and eventual follow-up on flirtatious exchanges via Twitter, Zen and Yahya were soon cast in an upcoming paranormal/sci-fi film from Netflix. 

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Focus On Me** {One Shot}

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1.5K

Warning: Dirty Talking, Cursing, NSFW, Phone Sex, SMUTTY

Summary: Inspired by this GIF and this image. Chris has a Bluetooth ear piece in his ear, and you are in his ear. You are sitting in your office watching the live stream feed. You are turning up the heat and he has to remain focused in front of thousands of people.😁😈

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 He didn’t know how he’d gotten himself into this. One minute he was talking to you backstage and getting frustrated with the number of times your call dropped, and the next he was on this stage in front of thousands of fans with you in his ear, and you were not playing nice.

   “God, baby, I miss you.” Your words echoed in his head, and he had to fight against the urge to smile. He loved to hear you tell him how much you missed him. He wanted to ask how much so damn bad.

   Clenching his jaw, he looked out to where he knew the cameras were. Right this minute you were at your office working late watching this live stream over YouTube.

   “You look like you wanna ask me how much I miss you. Is that right, daddy?”

   Fuck, he thought. You really weren’t playing fair. He silently gulped and straightened his back in the chair.

  “So fucking back. Last night I had to whip out the vibrator, my fingers would not cut it. I kept imagining it was your magic tongue. I came so hard.”

   He softly cleared his throat and rolled his neck back, and cracked it. As it cracked he released a low groan.

   “Everything all right, Chris?” he looked over to the panel mediator, plastered a smile on his face, and nodded.

   “Absolutely, sorry had a little muscle spasm. I’m good. By all means.”

   He spread his hand out to signal the man to continue as he cursed in his mind. He licked his bottom lip and glared at one of the cameras. Your soft laughter rang through his head. This amused you. It wouldn’t when he finally saw you. One more day.

   “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I’m so wet just thinking about it. I’m sitting in my chair with my legs up on the desk spread right in front of the screen. I’m imagining you can see me. If you could see the panties I have on right now, you’d love them. They’re the blue lacy ones, the ones you picked out that day in Agent Provocateur. Do you remember?” you moaned and ended with a soft gasp.

   “Fuck, they’re soaked. I wish you could see this baby.”

   He felt a chill race up his spine, and with it a drop of sweat rolled down his back. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as his breathing sped up. Jesus you were going to be the death of him. All he could do was picture you with your legs spread open in front of your laptop screen. He wondered if your juices were smudged against your inner thighs or if maybe there was a stretchy line when you touched and pulled your hand away. He snaked a finger up to his brow and itched it. He was already feeling the pressure.

   “How was it being back with this cast, Chris?”

   His head snapped to the moderator and glanced around at the faces of his castmates then smiled. “Uh—well, you know. I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?”

   The audience laughed together, and he tried not to feel too embarrassed. If only they knew the struggle that he was involved in right this very second. He intently listened to the moderator ask his question again. Determined, he nodded and focused on answering. Just as he was in the middle of his sentence, he heard you gasp loudly and groan.

   “Fuck daddy, this feels so good. My fingers aren’t enough. I want yours fucking me.”

   He clenched his jaw and paused his sentence. He could feel himself hardening in his pants. He glanced down to his blue velvet pants and wondered how evident a hard-on would be in them. As well as he could he finished his response. “It’s always great to be with these guys, so many years of my life with them. They’re like family.”

   The audience let out a collective “aww,” and he smiled through the pain in his loins. He shifted his hips, and his length gazed against the stiff inseam of his pants making his situation that much more precarious.

   “You look like you’re in pain, daddy. Are you hard for me? God what I wouldn’t give to have you deep in my throat right now filling my mouth and fucking it almost to the point where I can’t breathe. Mmm!”

   He couldn’t believe you were this cruel. It had always been a funny little prank the two of you did every once in a while to catch each other in the worst moments and making the other have to sit through it. The last time it was him who did this to you in a meeting at your job. You handled yourself very professionally, but he knew how bad you wanted to either get home and finish yourself off or hop on a flight so he could do it. Guess this is payback, he thought.

   “Your thighs look so damn inviting baby. Do you want me on your lap riding you until you fill me up? Can you imagine it as I rock back and forth on you? I can almost feel how big you are inside of me. Mmmm. Touch your thighs for me, daddy.”

   He knew you knew what that word did to him. The first time you’d let it slip out he stopped every movement and let it fill him. It took him almost a full thirty seconds to reconcile how much he liked hearing it. Once he did though, he showed you just how much of a daddy he was. Now it was your thing, and you knew it made him go from zero to one hundred quick. From beside him Mackie caught his eye. He shot him a questioning look as if asking if he were okay. No Mackie, I’m not okay, he thought. Nodding his head, he took a few calming breathes and tried to put himself in a trance of tranquility. He needed to find a way to get himself under control.

   “Spread them wider, baby. Please.” Your whine was definitely brat like. Scoffing he widened his stance and heard you moan deeply in his ear. Goosebumps peppered his skin; you were the sexiest woman he’d ever met. The sound of your voice did things to him, and your moans took his mind to places it had no business being right now.

   “God, yes, I wish I was sitting right in between those thighs letting you fuck my tits. I love to see the way your thick, big dick slides in and out. Mmmm, can you feel me tipping my tongue right across your head, licking up every drop of your love daddy?”

   It was insane, but he could feel it, and he could see it. He focused ahead of him and tried to keep any reaction out of his face. He could imagine the shots the press was getting. Without thinking he looked down to his hardening dick and spread his thighs wider and rubbed his hand along them and licked his lips. His hips instinctively nudged up just a little, but that was all you needed.

   “Yes, baby, imagine me sitting on that dick. Fuck me!”  Your pants became louder as did your moans, and he could tell you were close. The knowledge of that made him ball his fists and clench his jaw, trying to keep his concentration at peak levels, but every grunt and gasp made his dick jump in his pants. He brought his hands to his lap and folded them over his current situation.

   “Ugggh, fuck Chris, yes, yes, yes!” You screamed long and loud, and he was sure those around him heard it. His breathing reached an all-time high. He was practically hyperventilating, and all he needed was just a touch, and he’d come all over himself. Part of him wanted just to give his dick a little squeeze, but the other part knew in these pants it would be so obvious. He did not need to be sitting in his own come in front of possibly hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

   “Shit baby, I just squirted all over my laptop.” You moaned again and breathed out.

   “Wish you were here to clean me up, I made a mess.”

   As soon as you said the words, he heard a jubilant giggle. You were real pleased with yourself. He wondered if you’d be pleased come tomorrow when he took out all his pent-up frustrations on your body. He slyly raised his hand his mouth and covered it as if he were yawning, but instead, he spoke as low as possible in the deep voice he knew turned you on instantly.

   “You are so fucked when I see you.” With that, he tapped the Bluetooth bud in his ear, ending the call and sealing your fate.

                               ~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~

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[kumkaniudaku]

Mama

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mama’s! I also hope those who may be experience tough mental states during this time were able to be surrounded by light and love. I care about you and your cute face. 

Little giggles and warnings to be quiet filled the kitchen of the Boseman home, the mid-morning sunshine lighting the brown faces huddled around the counter. The youngest of the group was the only member not covered in one of the ingredients sprawled across the marble surface. On a regular Sunday morning, the area would be kept tidy as CoCo moved around her sanctuary with trained precision to prepare breakfast for the family. But, for one of two special mornings during the year, Chadwick and the kids snuck around to beat Tasha to the punch and do the heavy lifting.

“Daddy, I don’t think Mommy will like this. It looks...nasty.”

Genuine shock flashed across Chadwick’s face before his booming laughter rang out.

“Does it really look nasty, Princess? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t eat some of your mommy’s favorite french toast?”

“Only if mommy makes it. This looks like sad pancakes.”

Chadwick took a look at the dish and silently agreed. 

Tasha had an affinity for brandy soaked French Toast from the moment her late grandmother allowed her to taste a piece when she was young. The dish was always reserved for special occasions and, in special cases, a session of lovemaking that was too incredible to overlook. When CoCo made them, the golden brown pieces of bread sat on the most expensive plates in the house covered in granny smith apples and syrup in all their glory. After Chadwick had taken his stab at the recipe, the results weren’t nearly as picturesque.

Instead of pillowy slices of challah arranged expertly on the plate, Tasha would be met with slightly mushy apples atop pieces of toast with varying shades of brown and the occasional speck of black. The recipe called for two tablespoons of booze, but without the patience to decide if the tablespoon he used was enough, Chadwick opted for a full shot from his wife’s “special” shot glass.

Micah was right. With the bread soaked in alcohol and apple juice, the french toast did look like sad pancakes.

“You know how you didn’t wanna eat broccoli and cheddar soup because you said it looked like snot,” Chadwick asked Micah who nodded in response. “But you liked it because I made it taste good! Well, your mama will like this because I made it taste good even though it looks like snot.”

“And because she thinks we’re cute?”

“Especially because she thinks we’re cute.”

The slow creak of a door opening above their heads made Chadwick wink to Micah with a smile.

“Mama,” Noah exclaimed, clapping his hands together to mimic the way Tasha would greet him with the good morning song and dance.

“I like the way you think, AJ. Let’s go feed Mama.”

Serving tray in hand, Chadwick helped Micah make careful steps up the stairs and to the room. Tasha’s conversation beyond the bathroom door was unusually groggy and slow with morning drowsiness. Some clever planning from Chadwick kept CoCo up past her self-imposed bedtime to buy time for breakfast prep the next morning. His efforts were paying off.

“Yeah ma, I don’t know where they are. It’s too quiet in here,” Tasha informed her mother over the phone.

“Well are you gonna look for ‘em?”

“No. Hopefully they’re out getting my gift. I’ve been dropping hints about an upgraded wedding ring.”

“You haven’t even been married a decade yet.”

“So? A girl could use new diamonds!”

“That boy spoils you rotten, child.”

“He does and I love him.”

Chadwick caught the small sigh on Tasha’s end of the conversation and smiled. She’d been dropping more than hints and the ring. She was making her way into the “let me come out and say it” category day by day.

“It doesn’t matter what I get anyway. I’m more interested in your reaction when you get your gift! I told Daddy to record it.”

“That must be what he’s calling my name for now. I’ll call you with the verdict later.”

CoCo exchanged goodbyes with her mother before dipping into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her absence gave Chadwick and the kids enough time to slip into the master bathroom unseen and set up her Best Mom Ever surprise. The moment her trophy was placed on the bedside table, CoCo opened the door.

“Happy Mama’s Day!”

A broad smile stretched across CoCo’s face as she clutched her chest and admired their excited faces.

“My babies! Is this for me?”

“Yeah! We got you gifts and a trophy and breakfast!”

“Well I’m excited. Show me what to do!”

While Micah gave her mother instructions, Chadwick took his moment to pepper Tasha’s cheek in kisses.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby. You the best.”

“Ooh does that mean I got my ring?”

“Of course. I installed the new doorbell last night.”

Backing away from his kiss, Tasha made her disgust known. “Get away and give me my son!”

“Ah don’t be like that, Cookie!”

CoCo playfully shooed her husband away and took her spot in the chair beside their bed to wait for whatever Micah had in store. Her first gift came in a ornate, handmade frame.

“This one is from Noah! It says I love you Mommy.”

Tasha took a look at the rainbow of unintelligible signs and shapes and smiled. “I see the vision. It’s abstract! Thank you, Chunk,” she cooed as she brought Noah up to her lips for a kiss. “What’s next, Mikes?”

“I gots the best gift for you from me. Open it, open it!”

Micah couldn’t stop dancing while she watched Tasha carefully pull apart the ribbon adorning a slender, Tiffany blue box. Tasha fully expected another charm bracelet, but the actual gift was nothing short of confusing.

CoCo looked to Chadwick for answers and received a secretive smile in return.

“What is this baby girl?”

“It’s a magic wand because you’re magic! And it’s glass so that it sparkles.”

The explanation made CoCo melt in her seat. “You think I’m magic?”

“Yeah! You do all the cool stuff like cooking and playing dress up and taking pretty pictures and teaching me how to read. You’re like a fairy!”

“Oh my...I’m gonna cry. Come here, sweetie.”

Micah rushed into her mother’s arms for a huge embrace that seemed to last forever.

“I love it so much, Munchkin. I’ll keep it forever and ever. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Micah exclaimed, unaware of the emotional roller coaster she’d just gifted Tasha.

“Whew, the WATERWORKS. Can you beat that Daddy?”

“Actually,” Chadwick answered, dramatically drawing out the word. “Let’s take a break and eat breakfast. I made you famous brandy French Toast.”

“Mmmm, I-.” Tasha’s face dramatically changed expressions as she watched a steaming hot plate of mush be placed in front of her. “This looks...food-y.”

Chadwick caught the hesitation in her sentence and smiled, “We know it doesn’t look as good as yours, but we know it tastes good.”

“And we’re cute!”

“You guys sure are that. I guess I should dig in?”

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” Micah danced and chanted as Tasha attempted to cut through the thickest and, somehow, driest portion of the bread.

All eyes were on her to watch for her reaction. She chewed and chewed...and chewed some more until she had small enough portions to swallow. The sting of potent bourbon nearly made her choke, but she smiled through the reaction.

“Does it taste good, Mommy.”

“Mhmm,” she answered through pursed lips. “Hey, Mikes, Daddy forgot your being me water. Can you bring me a water bottle from the kitchen?”

Micah jumped at the opportunity to be helpful and dashed out of the room. Once she was out of earshot, Tasha’s eyes grew wide.

“Babe, I think I’m drunk! Did you soak it overnight?!

“I may have gone a smidge too hard but the cinnamon flavor is there right?”

“Hell if I know! I can’t taste anything past liquor,” she laughed. The sound drew Noah’s attention and he craned his head around to kiss her lips. “No, no, baby. Can’t have you tipsy at 9 in the morning.”

Chadwick couldn’t help but laugh at his blunder, but chose not to comment. Instead, he chose to take a seat beside her in the bed and pull out the gift hidden in his pocket.

“Since I did less than stellar with your favorite breakfast, I figure I’d give you this to make up for it.”

He presented her with another Tiffany blue box and Tasha immediately knew that was inside. She rushed to pop the top and squealed when she was met with a beautiful diamond with an engraved band.

“Another wedding band? I’m so surprised! I would have never guessed.”

“Yeah right,” Chadwick mumbled. As soon as the words left his lips. Tasha covered them in kisses.

“You the best, babe. I love you.”

“I love you.” A second kiss cake right as a flash of fluffy coils came rushing in to join the rest of the family on the bed. Tasha quickly received the cold bottle before welcoming Micah into her arms.

“I love you all so much. Thank you for being my babies.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Micah affirmed, snuggling closer to CoCo.

The room filled with laughter from wall to wall as they enjoyed time together. Tasha didn’t need flashy gifts and trophies on a holiday to know that she was loved. In her mind, the three versions of her heart was enough to make every day worthwhile.

——

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[shae-ster93]

‘Money’

T’Challa x Black Reader

Warnings: none

Plot: T’Challa catches you getting ready for a night out

*****

T’Challa stood in the grand foyer of the palace. He eyed himself in a large mirror and adjusted his tie and cuff links for the thousandth time. He straightened the hem of his suit once more and glanced at his Patek watch wondering what the hell was taking you so long. 

You and the King have been invited to an extravagant party hosted by Barack Obama celebrating Michelle’s birthday. If you and your husband were going to make your royal entrance on time, you needed to leave soon. And yet, you still hadn’t left the bedroom. 

T’Challa walked down the long spacious hallway towards your private wing of the palace taking notice of the faint thumping in the walls. As he got closer to his destination, he began to make out the bass and lyrics:

Big fat checks,

Big large bills,

Front I’ll flip

Like 10 cartwheels

T’Challa stealthily opened the doors to your private chambers and walked in. 

He eat it in the car

That’s meals on wheels (whoo!)

“I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck!” You rapped into the comb gripped in your hand. You were putting on the finishing touches of your hair and makeup completely oblivious to your husband now watching you through the crack in the bathroom door.

You used the tail end of the comb to separate a few of your curls while still bopping along to the music.

I got bands in the coupe

Bustin’ out the roof

I got bands in the coupe

Touch me I’ll shoot

“Bow! Shake a lil ass, you get a little bag and take it to the store. Get a little cash, Shake it real fast you get a little more. Ayyyeee!!”

Getting more into the groove, you turned into a full fledged rapper forgetting about the task at hand. Finger guns, shoulder shimmy’s, and wagging your tongue; you were giving quite the performance to no one in particular.

Note to self, T’Challa thought No more getting dressed in separate quarters. Element of surprise be damned.

He had to admit, he enjoyed seeing you in your natural element. Your hair literally and figuratively being let down. You obviously wouldn’t act this way in public, but behind closed doors, you were allowed to be as ratchet and carefree as you pleased.

“Walking past the mirror-“ You did a little strut before stopping to pose, “Ohh! Damn I’m fine! Let a bitch try me....*Boom* HAMMER TIME!”

T’Challa pressed a button on his Kimoyo beads and began recording the impromptu show.

Remembering why you were in the bathroom in the first place, you picked up various brushes and sponges, adding glitter and highlight to your bronzed skin.

You know who pop the most shit?

“The people who shit not together!” You rapped along. “I know that’s right Cardi, shit talking motherfuckers.”

T’Challa stifled a laugh and continued watching. 

“You’da bet (Y/N) a freak! All my pajamas is leather.” You seductively ran your hands up and down your body and rolled your hips.

You spritzed some setting spray on your face and gave your makeup a once over before deciding to stop. 

Kiss the ring and kick rocks sis

Drop it down,

Back it up (Oohh aye)

You turned around in the mirror and placed your hand on your knees, sticking your tongue out and popping your ass with the ease and expertise of a Magic City dancer.

Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like Dussè

He gonna eat this ass like soup

You picked up the holding spray for your hair and gave it a light misting before replacing the cap and using it as a makeshift microphone.

“I like morning sex, but nothing in this world that I like more than Challa!” You set the spray down and held your belly releasing a laugh at your own antics. “Ah, I’m stupid.” You said out loud with another chuckle.

Sensing you were finishing up, T’Challa stopped recording and waited. You exited the bathroom and had a mini heart attack when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Shit, baby you scared me!” You cried clutching your chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to watch your show.” T’Challa held up his wrist and replayed bits of your “performance”.

“Delete that.”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it. It’s cute.”

“Whatever.” You sat on the small bench at the foot of the bed and strapped on your heels. “Let’s go.”

You and Challa walked arm in arm down the hallway to the palace entrance.

“My love?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Since when do you have leather pajamas and why haven’t I seen them?”

*******

Y’all I been sitting on this for like two weeks lol Michelle’s bday was ages ago

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[miss-fox116]

Favorite character tag (seen by @maryjanes)

rules: name ten favorite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people. 

Deadpool (Marvel comics)

Monica (Touched by an Angel)

Cruz (Cars 3)

Spider-man (Sam Raimi films)

T'Challa (MCU)

Simba (The Lion King)

June (The Handmaid's tale)

Jane (Jane the Virgin)

Rapunzel (Tangled)

Princess Peach (Nintendo)

Tag 10 people

@naginxta @kiwisodaa @zuzusky21 @whipplefilter @masked-king-dedede @the-kings-tail-fin @stormy-boy @stormer-jack @ororowrites @icy-halle09 or anyone who wants to do it 😊

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[90sinspiredgirl]

Can one of y’all fabulously talented people please for the love of god please write a T’challa x Ororo (storm) fic or smut anything please 😩😭 I’ll be forever grateful to y’all.

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[chaneajoyyy]

BLACK WRITERS WHO WRITE FOR BLACK CELEBS/MEN (PART 2)

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[airis-paris14]

Human Nature Pt.1

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

Warnings: None

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

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Looking out, across the nighttime

The city winks a sleepless eye

Hear her voice, shake my window

Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out, into the nighttime

Four walls won't hold me tonight

-Michael Jackson “Human Nature”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The king stood. “Thank you, Anai.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where could you possibly have to go?”

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

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

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

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

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

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {22}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 22: Oopsies

-Chris-

   He sat in his lawyer’s office after getting a call a few days ago about hammering out some details. Glancing at his phone at the time he saw it was now fifteen minutes past the scheduled meet time. This had never happened before. He walked to the floor to ceiling windows and peered out over downtown Los Angeles. It had its drawbacks, many drawbacks but being this high, it drowned them all out. He could actually hear himself think something he hadn’t been able to do the last week. His filming schedule picked up, so his time was once again stretched thin, which meant his time with Ella took the impact. He’d only made it to one dinner and couldn’t get away from set to see her during the days. He was frustrated by it, to say the least. In the same week, he’d dodged numerous calls from his siblings because he just didn’t know what to say yet. He knew he couldn’t explain over the phone. It had to be in person.

   He rubbed his forehead, and the candy bracelet caught his eye. He smiled as he slowly twirled the confection jewelry. It was the first gift from Ella, a gift she personally gave to him. He carefully looked over it and smiled as he passed the small mermaid decals she said she put “spesol.” No lie, he nearly bawled like a baby right in front of her, and when he went home that night he did cry. It was quickly becoming harder and harder to imagine his life without her.

   The door behind him opened, and he spun around to see his lawyer Max and his previous lawyer, Sherman. He was shocked. “Sherman?”

   “How are you, Chris?” They shook hands. He looked over him. He’d heard about his struggles over the last few years.

“How are you, Sherman?” He nodded and smiled. “Doing a lot better Chris. Time truly does heal all wounds.” He nodded.

   “Good to hear. So what’s this about a few things to hammer out?”

   “Have a seat, Chris,” Max said stretching his arm out to the available seats by the bar. He sat with the view of LA before him. The two men sat before him, but they didn’t speak. He scoffed.

“Guys, come on. What is it? Is it that last deal for that fashion house? is there a problem with the financial part of the contract?” Sherman sighed and slid to the edge of the couch he sat.

   “No. I’ll just get on with it. So, remember those years ago you came to me about that matter with that young woman?” He snorted and nodded; they were well past that now.

   “I remember.” Sherman took a deep breath then forged ahead.

   “There is no easy way to say this. I was going through a lot then, nothing I wanted any of my clients to know about. When I received each of your paperwork for the divorce--.” He paused and took another deep breath. “I was prepared to file it with the state; then I had my ordeal.

   By ordeal, he meant his nervous breakdown and subsequent mental breakdown that landed him in rehab for six months and a string of other mental and emotional setbacks which led to him just picking up and leaving for two years. He’d had it rough.

   “With all the commotion and unrest around here, the deadline that was given by the state to file the papers was missed.” He nodded.

   “Okay.” Max and Sherman looked at each other and back to him. “Okay?” Max inquired with a confused look on his face.

   “Yeah, deadlines are missed all the time.” They both looked at him like he was crazy.

   “Okay, hold on. Chris, do you understand what Sherman’s saying? He didn’t file the divorce papers in time with the state. Matter of fact the papers were never filed. Your divorce was not processed,” Max reiterated in understandable terms.

   Slowly his words processed, and the weight of them had him springing to his feet. “What!”

  Both men nodded, seeing that he fully understood. “What does—what are you trying to say, Max?”

   “You’re still married. You’ve been married this entire time.”

   He almost passed out; he staggered backward before he caught himself against the couch. After steadying himself he began pacing. His mind was running a mile a minute and wouldn’t stop on just one thing. Every so often his movements stopped for a few seconds only to begin again. He didn’t know how long he paced without speaking.

   “Chris,” Max cautiously began. He stopped and looked at them.

   “What do you need? We can refile, we just have to get her in here and do the process again. This is not unfixable. We can turn this minor nuisance around. Just say the word, and we’ll get this divorce started, and you’ll be free of it,” Max informed. With every word he said his brain only processed a few; refile, unfixable, free.

   “Free?” Both men nodded. He turned his back to them and walked across the room to the other windows and looked out but not to the view. He looked into the sky.

   “You wanted a wife and kid. Now you have em’.”

   When the thought popped into his head, he scoffed then laughed out loud. He laughed for several moments taking in the double irony of his situation. This was better than any rom-com movie he’d seen or starred in.

   “Uh, Chris--.” He held his hand up and bent to his knees to catch his breath.

   “My god. Whooo! So you both are telling me that due to your fuck up I’m still married.” They looked between each other again and nodded, not making eye contact with him. He snorted again. “And I’ve been married for how long now?”

   Max walked across the room to his desk and took up the papers. “Well, today is April nineteenth, uh—two years and eight months, just about.”

   He laughed again only this time it was a little louder. He was convinced they thought he was having a mental breakdown. “Wow, you can’t write this shit. This is classic. Wow. Okay.”

   “Should we begin again on the divorce?”

   He looked back out and to the sky. He couldn’t help but feel like this was yet another irrefutable sign from a higher being, or beings. Some called it destiny, and others called it fate; he called it irony.

   “I’ll be in touch.” With that, he turned and walked out their office. He didn’t know what he was going to do. All he knew was this was sign number three, and he wasn’t sure if he could brush this to the side as easily as he did the others.

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[kumkaniudaku]

All Grown Up

A/N: This really isn’t that great, but I wanna get back into the habit of writing. So here’s a fun flash-forward of my faves! Enjoy.

Light humming on the other side of the master bathroom door added to the low noise from the Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom as husband and wife savored the beginnings of a warm Saturday morning. CoCo sat cross-legged on her side of the bed, her silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail and her reading glasses on the end of her nose to assist her in reading from her tablet. Now that the kids were older and more independent, she and Chadwick had more time to enjoy the expected laziness of a Spring afternoon and spend precious moments with each other.

At least they thought.

Heavy footsteps racing toward their door went unnoticed until the source of the noise came barreling into the room.

“Ma, I need your help!”

CoCo commanded the speaker to stop playing her curated mix of morning music to give her undivided attention to the tall, caramel complected young man that had begun to crawl into the spot beside her.

“What’s wrong, AJ? It’s too early to have problems.”

“I’m sorry, but I really need your help this time.”

Removing her reading glasses, Tasha turned to Noah and smiled, “Alright, son. Lay it on me.”

“Alright, so boom! Prom is coming up in two weeks and I thought me and Nyah were wearing royal blue but she switched it last minute to green and I gotta get a new suit.”

“Baby, you don’t need a whole new suit. We can just change your blazer color. What shade of green did she choose?”

“There’s different types of green,” he questioned with the priceless etchings of shock making his eyes bulge. “I can’t keep up with these women.”

Tasha laughed at her son’s exasperation as he shook his head and searched the pocket of his sweatpants for his phone. While he scrolled to find an updated picture of his girlfriend’s newest dress, Chadwick emerged from the bathroom with a grin that quickly morphed into a scowl.

“Boy, what have I told you about laying your funky ass on my side of the bed?”

“I don’t even stink, Dad!”

“You don’t stink, yet. One move and we’ll all be in here passed out. Get up!”

Noah allowed Chadwick to push his body to the middle of the bed to make room for the three of them. Tasha allowed her son to rest his head on her shoulder so that she could join him in deciding how he would fix the serious issue of choosing prom attire.

“That’s jade green, honey. We’ll go see about getting you a new blazer after we pick the twins up from soccer practice.”

“Do you have new blazer money, son,” Chadwick asked in the midst of finishing an email.

Noah shrugged and cuddled closer to Tasha. “I mean, I still have some of what you gave me from when the team went to Miami for the league tournament.”

“So I have new blazer money and you don’t. And you’re stealing from me.”

“Aaron, stop it! I’ll get the blazer.”

“You gon’ spoil him, Cookie,” Chadwick warned, shaking his head at the way Noah’s grin spread wide as Tasha placed small kisses on his forehead.

“Oh, like how you spoil Noelle?”

Noah perked up to look at his father who smiled in return. “That’s different. That’s my princess. Well, one of my princesses.”

“Can I be one of your princesses, Pop?”

“No,” Chadwick deadpanned before cutting his eyes at his son. “And get out of my bed. We put an entire bench in here for you to sit your ass on and you still end up in my bed.”

“I think you’re just jealous because mama wants to hug me more than you.”

“Trust me, son, I get way more than hugs when you ain’t around.”

“Okay, that’s enough!”

All eyes shifted to focus on the broad smile and lean frame standing in the doorway as Micah entered the room. Her eyes twinkled at the first glimpse of her father who sat beaming across a few feet away.

Her vintage Howard sweatshirt looked vaguely familiar, a tidbit that Tasha picked up on as her oldest made a beeline for Chadwick.

“Why don’t you ever go home,” Noah grumbled when Micah forced him to scoot over by wiggling her body between his and Chadwick’s to give her favorite person a hug. “We pay all that money for you to live in DC and you’re always here.”

“Shut up, stinky, you don’t pay for nothin’. What did mama use to call you? Stink Man?”

“Don’t do this, Micah,” he mumbled.

“It was Stinka Butt! You been funky since you were born.”

Chadwick voiced his agreeance through the loud boom of his laughter, making Noah sit up to address his older sister.

“Okay, since you wanna cap like I wasn’t your favorite person when we were little, how ‘bout you tell mama about all them sweatshirts you took out of her closet.”

“AJ!”

Micah’s eyes grew wide at her brother’s tattle-telling before Tasha clearing her throat commanded attention.

“You been in my closet, little girl?”

“Daddy said I could! I was gonna ask but he told me to take them!”

“Aaron!”

Despite being caught red-handed, Chadwick began brainstorming ways to charm CoCo out of her anger.

“Queen, you look so good, you didn’t need those old clothes. You need some new shit to put on that beautiful body.”

Tasha pretended to be annoyed as Chadwick placed short, rapid pecks on her cheek until she relented and returned his affection. Exaggerated whispers of displeasure from Micah contrasted Noah’s proud smile and subtle nod to Chadwick.

“That was smooth, Dad. It ain’t how I would’ve done it, but it was alright for an old man.”

“Boy, hush,” Micah guffawed, earning a side eye. “You wish you had that much game.”

“Just because your boyfriends be some lames don’t mean I am. I’m a Boseman, ya feel me!”

Noah didn’t have to look back at Chadwick to know that his father was beaming as they completed their father-son handshake. Though they playfully argued at least once a day, anyone with knowledge of their dynamic knew that there was immense respect and admiration between the two.

Tasha and Micah’s eye rolls synchronized like a choreographed dance before Micah spoke up.

“You have only had one girlfriend your whole life. Nyah doesn’t know any better.”

“Nyah knows that I the best man for her. I’m smart, I look like my mama so, you know I’m handsome, and I puts it down!”

The moment the words left his mouth and Micah’s eyes went wide with realization and amusement, Noah knew that he had become too comfortable. Chadwick cleared his throat, preferring to keep his mouth closed and save himself from his wife’s line of questioning.

“You do what,” Tasha exclaimed as she pinched the soft spot under his arm. “What exactly are you putting down? Are you having sex, son?”

“Sex? What’s that? I am a Christian!” Chadwick cleared his throat again to grab Noah’s attention and shake his head as a warning.

Micah the subliminal message before swooping in to save the day. “Bubba, don’t we need to go to the mall? I gotta go pick up Mama’s birthday gift.”

“Y-yeah! I’ll meet you in the car!” Using the distraction as an opportunity to escape Tasha’s loosened grip, Noah sprang up from his position on the bed and bolted for the bedroom door.

Chadwick chuckled to ease the tension and grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. “Get your brother a new blazer and pick up the twins while you’re out, Boop. Take your time.”

“And buy me a new leotard? Thanks, Daddy! Love you, Mama!”

There was no time to protest before Micah was up and out of the room to do God knows what with her father’s credit card. Chadwick could only hope that they would take it easy on his pockets in exchange for his mission to save them from a verbal lashing.

Reaching over to grab Tasha’s hand, Chadwick set off to begin damage control. He pressed sweet kisses along CoCo’s arm until his lips reached the shell of her ear.

“C’mon, Cookie. I made sure he knows all the risks and how to protect himself.”

“So! I don’t want my baby having sex! And why didn’t he tell me,” CoCo pouted as she leaned over to rest her head on Chadwick’s shoulder.

“Because he still wants you to see him as your baby boy.”

“He is my baby boy. All of the kids are still my babies.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Chadwick smiled. “How about this? Let’s see if we still remember how to make babies. You know I puts it down.”

Chadwick’s attempt at a joke fell flat as Tasha scramble to break free from his hug. Finally giving in, he loosened his grip to watch her slide into her house shoes and stomp out of the room.

“What? Was it something I said? I love you, baby!”

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[ororowrites]

ororowrites masterlist

Here is my masterlist of stories. I will update it as I post. Let me know if you want to be tagged in my stories.

Erik Killmonger Drabbles/One-shots/Series

Carried Part I (Drabble)

Carried Part II (One-Shot)

Wishing (One-Shot)

Erik Seeing You Cry for the First Time (Drabble)

Christmas -- Erik x OC (Christmas 2018)

Erik & Essence - Could’ve Been  (on hiatus)

Prelude - Could’ve Been 

Chapter One - Don’t You Forget It 

Chapter Two - Just Friends (Sunny)

T’Challa Drabbles/One-shots/Series

Father’s Day with T’Challa

First I Love You with T’Challa

Elevator Sins--T’Challa x Storm

Off to College--T’Challa and Reader 

Off to College II--T’Challa and Reader

T’Challa -- T’Challa x Storm (June Smut Fest)

Unwrapped -- T’Challa x Storm (Christmas 2018)

Keisha’s Way  (on hiatus)

Synopsis

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three 

MBJ Drabbles/One-Shots/Series 

Blame it on the Henny 

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II Drabbles/One-Shots/Series

By the Open Fire - Yahya x Candace (Christmas 2020 One-Shot)

Sweet Thang- series (Yahya x Candace)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

updated: 2/19/2021 (Sweet Thang - Chapter Three)

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