#If Shuri don’t wanna be queen I’ll surely take one for the team

[misslittlemisfit]

It’s December 16th.

Y’all know what that means

I’m about to go see the best fictional depiction and cultural representation of blue indigenous people for the fifth time!

[tchallasbabymama]

all of your love

Hey y’all! Here’s Chapter 4 of my Playlist series. Make sure you catch up on the series (and check out my other stuff) by checking out my masterlist HERE. 

Let me know what y’all think!

This one is nasty (18+ as always), enjoy!

Word count: 6,195

T’Challa woke up Tuesday morning eager as a kid on Christmas. Every second that went by brought him closer to Ashanti and he couldn’t wait any longer, his excited nerves building to critical mass within him. Natasha and Wanda had noticed his constant texting and smiling at his beads, and worked hard the entire time he was there to get the truth out of him about who he was talking to. They tried asking Okoye, but she was a steel trap so the two of them cornered him in the living room just before his departure. Their suspicions were confirmed when he proudly pulled up a picture of her to show them.

“Damn she fine, who is that?” Sam sauntered into the room as T’Challa quickly shut the projection down and cleared his throat.

“She is none of your concern.”

“His girlfriend,” Natasha said at the same time before smirking into her cup of coffee. T’Challa looked at her in disbelief and she shrugged back at him in response. “Oh please, he would’ve found out eventually.”

The king rolled his eyes and left the room in a huff to go pack his things.

“He’s so pissy today,” Natasha said, a smirk still firmly planted on her face.

“He misses her, it’s adorable,” Wanda responded.

“Shit, I would too. Y’all saw her.”

T’Challa swept back in the room, bags in hand, calling to Okoye on his beads.

“General, are you ready to go?”

“Ewe kumkani wam, be down in a moment.”

Cap rounded the corner and picked up on T’Challa’s anxious energy. He turned to look at the other faces and a smile crept up his before he turned to his friend.

“Ready to get back to Ashanti, huh?”

A chorus of “Ashanti?!” broke out.

“Why’d he get to know her name and we didn't?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“I was getting there but the bird interrupted,” T’Challa said with a shrug, referring to Sam who rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the king before leaving the room. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second before you go?”

“Of course Steve, what is it?”

The two of them ducked off into the hallway for privacy.

“How is he?” Steve asked of his friend.

“He is responding to treatment really well, you should come see him sometime. Shuri has removed most of the words, and living with the Border tribe seems to be good for his mental state.”

Steve smiled from ear to ear. Hearing about Bucky’s progress warmed his heart and he seriously considered hopping on the jet with T’Challa right then and there.

“How about next week sometime? I have some things I need to finish up here, but I’d love to come see him. And see Wakanda properly this time.”

The two heroes shook hands and returned to the living room. At that moment Vision floated up through the floor and Okoye rounded the corner.

“I will never get used to that.”

“My apologies, general.”

“Apology accepted. My king?”

“Yes, we should get going. I will see you all again, hopefully not too soon.”

They said their goodbyes as the two Wakandans made their way to the Royal Talon Fighter to head home. Once Okoye had them in the air, T’Challa retired to one of the jet’s two bedrooms to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and take a nap on the plush Wakandan mattress he missed so much. He was out like a light.

“My king, we are home,” Okoye lightly shook T’Challa awake. He got up and changed back into his clothes before exiting the ship. The entire royal family was there to greet him, much to his surprise. He greeted his mother and sister before landing on his cousin. 

“Umzala, I thought you were heading to Oakland,” he said as they dapped each other up.

“I’m about to head out now, just figured I’d wait a few and say hey to my favorite cousin.”

“You said I was your favorite cousin!” Shuri butted in.

“Hush, Dr. Frankenstein,” N’Jadaka remarked back at her. Shuri was shocked, but her face quickly morphed into amusement as a laugh erupted from her lips.

“If I’m Dr Frankenstein you just called yourself the monster,” Shuri cackled as she walked away, most likely going back to her lab to tinker with the laws of physics or something simple like that. 

“Welcome home son,” Ramonda lightly pushed her nephew aside. “How are the Avengers?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at their incompetence and inability to work as a fluid team.

“Inept, mama. The captain might be visiting soon though,” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing his mother had a little crush on Captain America.

“Oh, will he? I’ll have to be sure to spend some one on one time with the captain while he’s here.”

“Ew, Auntie.”

“Mama, please stop.”

“What? I still got it!” Ramonda turned and walked back towards the palace.

The cousins just looked at eachother and shuddered before N’Jadaka took off in the same jet T’Challa just arrived on. 

The next morning, T’Challa woke up later than most days. When he returns from a mission he likes to keep his workload light the following day, so he caught up on more of the sleep he had been missing out on. The very first thing he did after waking up was send Ashanti a “good morning beautiful” text, and before his feet even hit the floor she had responded.

Ashanti: Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?

T: Much better in my own bed, but still not as good as when you were in my arms.

A: Don’t make me blush.

T: But it’s so cute when you do.

T’Challa dragged himself out of bed and straight to his shower, turning on the hot water and turning his jungle bathroom into a sauna. 

“Kim, shuffle between my recently played songs.” He called out to the AI housed in his beads and around his quarters.

“Now playing ‘all of your love’ by Luke James,” the smooth automated voice rang out. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his picnic with Ashanti by the lake. They tapped beads and made a joint playlist, this album being one of Ashanti’s favorites. He had listened to it multiple times while he was away, missing her with every note.

You got the kinda loving 

That'll break a motherfucker's knees, baby

Got me begging, got me craving

I just wanna get a squeeze, baby

Don't leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me baby, yeah)

All of your love, yeah

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

(I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

He stepped under the faux rainfall and let it wash over his body, lathering up with some mango scented black soap. After his perfectly sculpted body was clean he turned off the water and air dried while covering his smooth brown skin in cocoa butter.

The king was looking forward to his day for two reasons: he would get to spend time with his little sister during the day and then Ashanti at night. For his first major stop of the day, he and Shuri went to the mines to check on the progress of the latest excavation efforts. The mining tribe elder K’Hari was intent on setting T’Challa up with his daughter Tamala, so they quickly made their escape to Shuri’s lab where they spent the rest of the day playfully bickering over who makes better gadgets while testing out some of Shuri’s latest inventions. T’Challa knew he would not win the argument, but enjoyed annoying his little sister. 

Around lunchtime T’Challa made his way back to the palace to eat with Ramonda in her garden. She wasted no time cutting to the chase.

“So this Ashanti, you have feelings for her?”

T’Challa nearly choked on his water, not expecting to cross into that territory so soon. 

“Uh, yes, umama, I do. It is still early though, the other night was only our first da-” he stopped when he saw the incredulous look on her face. She sucked her teeth at him.

“You brought a girl to the palace after one date? Do you make a habit of this?”

“No mama, I promise. The last time was when you caught me a few years back. With Ashanti it just...felt right.”

“Hmm...Lets hope it is. Bringing girls in the palace you barely know, I may not have been there your whole life, but I definitely raised you better than that...I can see she is different though, not like the riff raff you usually sniff around. That last girl you dated was horrid-”

T’Challa listened as Ramonda read his love life for filth, and all he could do was sit there.

“-skirts up to her ass, heels way too high for the setting. Thank Bast you’ve found someone good. Good for you, and good for Wakanda.”

“Woah, mama, we have only had one date and you are talking about Wakanda already? I do not even know if she would want to be queen one day.”

“No, but you want her to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Yes, it’s early but you’re in love, unyana wam. The other day, watching the two of you, I could see how...easy you were with each other. I miss that easiness I had with your father…” T’Challa grabbed her hand as her eyes got misty. Ramonda blinked the tears away and turned the conversation back to T’Challa and Ashanti. “Everyone can see it, and I bet she’s walking around just as googly-eyed as you are.”

______

Ashanti and Kwame walked through the market arm-in-arm, picking up ingredients as they went.

“So tell me about this mining tribe hottie,” Ashanti spoke after a comfortable silence.

“Sis, I have one word for you: biceps. He could benchpress me and I just- woo that’s hot as fuck.” Kwame said, picking up a fan from a vendor and fanning himself dramatically before paying the old lady who ran the store.

“You really just bought a fan to be dramatic?”

“It’s practical and a prop!”

The two roommates broke out into giggles.

“Anyways, his name is Omar. Here’s his picture, isn't he cute? Ugh those dimples, I could swim in them.”

Ashanti flipped through a couple pictures of the two of them before Kwame shut the hologram down.

“You’re scrolling too much, you might see things you can't unsee.”

“Good looking out, friend.”

“So what are you serving kumkani other than that pussy?” Kwame asked loudly.

“Will you keep your voice down?! I’m not trying to announce this to the world.” Ashanti whisper-yelled at him before he threw his hands up in surrender. 

“My bad, my bad. Hey did you close the shop today or did you finally hire someone?”

“No, not yet. I haven’t even really been looking, I should get on that. But, uh, yeah I closed early. I'm there 7 days a week, the people can handle me being out for a few hours,” Ashanti said, Kwame nodding along in agreement. “Hey, want to stop by my parents’ place for lunch?”

“Girl when have I ever said no to food?” Kwame responded with excitement. He never said no to food. 

“Should we bring something back for B?”

“No she’s probably going to stay a couple nights with Kiki. You know, so they can ‘catch up’ or whatever. Honestly, its like she forgets i can see right through her.” Kwame rolled his eyes.

“Even I can see they have feelings for eachother-”

“Girl blind people see they have feelings for each other. It’s her first experience with a girl so I don’t want to push her but damnit just do gay shit already sis!” 

They arrived at Zana Cafe right as Ashanti’s riotous laughter subsided. 

“Hey babygirl, hey Kwame! Where’s my other daughter?” Chidi asked, hugging them both.

The three of them sat at a table near the kitchen and away from the hustle and bustle.

“She’s out ignoring her feelings for Kiki.”

“Kiki Odunsi? She’s a nice girl, Binta has good taste.”

“That’s what I said, Baba, but she’s just too nervous to act on it. Yet she pushes me into the king’s arms-”

“I’m sure I don't want to hear the rest of that statement, but your mom will be back soon and I’m sure she’d love to hear all about it. You kids want some food? We got some curry that just finished, you have perfect timing.”

“We felt it in our souls,” Kwame half-joked. Chidi disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with their food, letting them dig in while he ran the restaurant. 

About halfway through lunch Kwame got a message from Omar that made his entire face turn red as his lip disappeared under his top teeth.

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said, already knowing the content of the message without having to see it. He either sent a nasty picture or a dirty text, and either way she knew the second Kwame saw it he was mentally already sucking Omar’s dick. 

He got up, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and waving goodbye to Chidi as he all but ran to his dick appointment.

“Well he sure got out of here in a hurry,” Chidi came over and sat across from his daughter. 

“A boy texted him.”

“Should’ve known,” he said before clearing his throat. “So, the king...how is that going?”

“You actually want to talk about it?”

“Of course, you’re my daughter. It’s just hard to see you as an adult sometimes, but I’m getting better at it.”

“Well he and I really connect on a lot of levels. He’s so smart, and sweet, and considerate and I know we only had that one date but I feel like I’ve known him for years. We have another date tonight, I’m making him mama’s pirri pirri chicken.”

Chidi sat back in amazement. Here was his little girl...in love...with the king of Wakanda. 

“You know, that’s what your mother made the first time she cooked for me.”

“It is?!”

“Mhm, that’s how she hooked me. Been trapped ever since.”

Ashanti playfully hit her father’s arm and thought about her meal plan for later.

“Well, Baba, I have to go prep for tonight. Give Mama my love when she gets back.” Ashanti kissed her father on the cheek and headed back to her empty home.

______

Her “Sacral Chakra” playlist blasted through the house as she danced in her underwear to Missy Elliott’s “Throw it Back” while stirring the rice one last time. Everything was ready, and she still had plenty of time before he was supposed to show up. She put the oven on “warm” and stuffed the dishes inside before removing the rice from the heat and trotting upstairs to get herself ready for the life changing dick-down she was surely about to receive.

She changed the music to fit the mood she wanted to set, switching to her “Sexy” playlist and swooning at the sound of one of her favorite songs tickling her ears. 

Like a flame to a moth 

I'm addicted to your sauce, so bad

I want it 24/7, 365, 911

I need it fast

Don't leave me 'lone (so)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone (so fast)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

(911 terrible baby, yeah)

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me, baby)

All of your love, yes

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

('Cause I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

Luke’s voice carried her as she took a dip in the tub with a colorful jasmine and ylang ylang bath bomb before moisturizing with rose-infused shea butter. Her skin smelled like a forbidden garden, just the way she liked it. Then she trimmed her pubic hair, cleaning up her bikini line and giving him a clear, well-groomed path to her treasure trove. Finally, she painted her nails and toes white to stand out against her skin and avoid clashing with her colorful, off the shoulder, bodycon ankara dress. Ashanti chose to keep her braids down and makeup light again, knowing all that extra makeup would get ruined anyway. For a final touch she slid on her strappy gold stilettos, knowing just how much he loved them from their kimoyo chats. 

The doorbell rang and Ashanti took a deep breath before straightening her dress and heading to the door. When she opened it both of their jaws dropped. There he was in an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath, a purple pocket square, and that damn hoop in his ear. He looked like the black panther he was and Ashanti wanted nothing more than to be his prey.

His eyes roamed her body and landed back on her face before he stepped over the threshold and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced alongside each other as both of their hands reacquainted themselves with the other’s body. T’Challa’s hand steadily sliding down her backside brought her out of her daze and she broke the kiss. He frowned as though she had taken away his favorite toy.

“Dinner, your highness.” She said before giving him one last peck and escaping to the kitchen with him on her heels. As she tried to maneuver around the kitchen, T’Challa refused to let go of her waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every few seconds about how much he missed her.

“T’Challa, go sit down, I’ll bring you your food,” She giggled as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. “Go!”

He let her go with a slap on the ass and sat down at the table, watching her float around the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Ashanti set two plates full of delicious looking food down on the table. She cracked open a bottle of palm wine and poured them both a generous amount. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk Miss Mostafa?”

“Maybe. Cheers.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Tell me what you think,” Ashanti pointed at his plate to get him to focus. The king took one bite and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You made this?!”

“Ha ha, T’Challa. Yes, I made this. It’s my umama’s recipe though. And make sure you save room for dessert” she said while digging into her food. 

“My compliments to the chef,” he said as he seductively brought his lips around his forkful of food, still staring into her soul.

The two of them caught up on their time apart, what little they didn’t already discuss in their kimoyo chats. T’Challa regaled her with stories of his work with the Avengers, and he watched her in admiration as she spoke about the happenings at Taj’s.

“Ready for our next course?” Ashanti asked the king.

“I am.”

Ashanti scooped the warm mango cobbler into two bowls and topped each one with ice cream. She set T’Challa’s bowl down in front of him and went to take her seat when his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back towards him. 

“Sit on my lap,” he said in a low grumble.

Ashanti’s feet carried her back to the king and she turned to sit across his lap.

“Not like that, face me.”

“My dress-”

“I don’t care.”

A chill went down her spine as she hiked her dress up over her thick thighs and straddled him. He reached for his bowl and scooped up some cobbler and ice cream, bringing it to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips parted and she tasted her sugary concoction, happy it turned out how she wanted it to.

“Is it good?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sweet?” He asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Feed it to me.”

They took turns feeding eachother the cobbler, licking the melted ice cream from each other's lips. With each bite, the king’s hand travelled further and further up Ashanti’s thigh, gripping her tight and causing her to let out the tiniest whimpers. 

He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy. When his hands travelled up to her hips and felt no underwear she looked at him and winked, flipping the switch within him. His eyes turned almost completely black as his fingers trailed across her body directly to her clit. Ashanti jumped, but his other arm held her down. His fingers circled her clit, making more wetness drip out of her. She suckled on his bottom lip and moved her hips to get him to stop teasing her, but he wasn’t a fan of her defiance.

“Did I say move?”

His voice sent a chill down Ashanti’s spine and straight to her pussy. Another rush of liquid escaped her and T’Challa chuckled darkly.

“You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?” He asked, one hand still teasing her clit while the other gripped her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes. She nodded desperately and he laughed in her face. “I know you do, kitten. You know what I want you to do for me?”

She struggled to compose herself, his teasing becoming too much for her to handle.

“What? I’ll do anything”

“I know you will. Cum on my fingers when I fucking say so, do you understand me?” She nodded as his fingers moved down to her now dripping hole, three of them opening her up and sliding in deep while the heel of his hand pushed into her clit. He slapped her ass with his free hand. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.”

He curled his fingers inside her, alternating between quick and slow thrusts, all while dragging the pads of his fingers across her g-spot. More wetness pooled between her legs as he dug in her, causing her to grind into his hand for even more friction.

“There you go, nasty girl. Work for it, mhm…” He licked from her collarbone to her ear before nibbling on her lobe, making her release a moan from deep within her core. “You sound so beautiful, I’m going to make you sound like this all night. Are you ready for me?”

She held on tight to his shoulders and rocked into him more, the tension building in her body.

“Yes, kumkani.”

He growled and pulled his fingers from her, placing his hands under her thighs and picking her up while she whined at the empty feeling.

“Where’s your room?” He spoke into her ear as she wound her hips against his and sucked on his neck. She pointed up the stairs, but her lack of communication frustrated him more. He needed to be inside her now.

He backed her into an empty wall and pushed his pelvis into hers. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of his third leg against her pussy.

“You want it?” He teased. She nodded vigorously as he unzipped his pants and pushed them to his feet. “Do something about it.”

She reached between them and almost cried at the feeling of his hot, pulsating dick in her hands. She couldn’t close her small hands around it, and she wondered briefly about how it would fit in her mouth. She felt the throbbing veins up and down his shaft and his length would surely fill her to the brim. She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing out the head of his dick and brought it to her lips to taste. The sweet saltiness of him set her off, and she lifted her body up before sliding down on his length.

She was too eager to be bothered by the stretch of her pussy, just wanting him inside her.

He moaned into her ear and gripped her ass tight as she enveloped him in her warmth. He wanted to keep his composure, but it slipped more with every bounce of her juicy ass onto his pelvis. The thickness of his dick pulling her clit combined with the edging from earlier had her on the verge of an orgasm already.

 After letting her get used to his size, the king decided to stop playing nice and pushed her back into the wall, staring deep into her eyes as he thrust into her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on for dear life as he busted her wide open.

“Oooh, T’Challa!”

“Hm? You like when I do that? What about this?” He lifted her and brought her down onto him, the force causing her to yell out his name between thrusts.

“T-Chal-la, oh-my-Bast-it-feels-so-good. Mmm I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She barely rushed out before her muscles tightened and released around him, both of them moaning out in pleasure. He continued to hold her while they stared into each other’s eyes forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, until she broke the silence.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He placed her down and she immediately sank to her knees, licking her essence off of his dick.

His hand went to the back of her head as she sucked the tip and rotated her two hands along his shaft. After a few moments she grew brave and pushed him further into her throat, making his toes curl. She was down to one hand and decided to go even deeper. Resting her jaw, she brought her free hand to stroke his shaft while alternating between licking his balls and softly bringing them into her mouth. Her lips made their way back to his pulsating dick, his chorus of “fuck yes, just like that” and “suck that dick” lost on her ears while she focused all her will power on swallowing the monster before her. Her mouth slowly crept over his tip and down his shaft as far down as she went before. She swallowed and took him in deeper, nose almost touching his pubic hair.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t expecting that and came down her throat. She gladly swallowed every drop.

“Good girl, make sure you clean your plate for your king.” He pulled her up by her jaw and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth to taste himself on her. He slapped both her ass cheeks.

“Get in that bedroom.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, her dress at her waist and those damn heels on her feet. Ashanti had a feeling those would be staying on most of the night. 

When she opened her door, he only looked around briefly before grabbing her by her throat and licking her neck. Her pussy throbbed once more.

“Why do you like when I’m rough with you?” He growled in her ear as he unzipped her dress. “Answer me.”

“My king, I-I don’t know but it turns me on.”

“You don’t know, huh? That’s not a good enough answer. Bend over, grab your ankles. Let’s see if you can figure it out” His hand pushed on her back, making her bend at the waist before he slammed into her, taking everything she had to give. His hips slowed down and stirred inside her, making her release a long, deep moan each time he pushed deeper.

Tears came to her eyes from how he was hitting it. She had never felt anything so deep or so thick inside her, and the way he was moving made her cry out to the heavens.

“Bast!”

“She’s not here love, you’re at my mercy,” He chuckled and grabbed her neck, pulling her up to whisper in her ear as his hips sped back up and she grabbed onto the back of his head for stability. His left hand had a tight grip on her hip, but his right hand came up to tweak her nipples as he slowed his strokes back down, circling his hips. 

“Yes, kumkani” she moaned out on repeat like a broken record. He had hit that spot in her that shut her brain down, making her putty in his hands.

“I���m going to ask you again sithandwa, why do you like it when I’m rough with you? Hmm? I know it’s hard to think right now, but try for your kumkani. We talked about it before. Why do you want me to treat you this way?”

“B-because I’m my kumkani’s little slut.”

He smiled as wide as the cheshire cat and stilled inside her, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“That’s my good girl, my little slut. You like being kumkani’s little slut?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, make me your slut kumkani. I’ll be good.”

He pulled out and slapped her ass.

“Prove it. Good girls ride dick.” He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head as he watched her stand over him and squat onto his throbbing member. He moaned as she dropped her weight on him and picked it back up repeatedly, tightening her kegel muscles on the way back up each time. She eventually dropped down to her knees to give her thighs a break and leaned back towards his legs, giving him a full view of her body as he watched himself go in and out of her.

“Shit, Ashanti.”

She slowed down and sat up, circling her hips and gripping him tight before leaning over and letting him suck on her nipples. She let him have his fill then whispered in his ear, “Am I a good girl yet?”

His mouth left her breasts and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance with his eventually winning again. He pulled back to take in her beautiful face that was twisted in pleasure, his black eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

“The best.”

The king wrapped his arms around Ashanti’s waist and spread his legs before thrusting up into her, catching her off guard. Her body succumbed to his and another wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she came once more. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, refusing to let up.

“Do you have one more in you kitten? Can you be a good girl and cum again for your kumkani?”

“T’Challa, I-”

“Who?!” he hooked his arms under her knees and flipped them over, driving his big dick deep into her guts with a roll of his hips.

Tears came to her eyes and he wiped them away, pausing his movements. “Are you ok, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I...it just feels so good. You feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Do I?” he teased as he thrust impossibly deeper inside her, watching as the tears sprang from her eyes, kissing them away.

“Yessss,” she hissed as their foreheads came together so they could stare deep into each other’s souls as their climaxes approached. 

He pushed her legs back further and she felt him drop all his weight into her pussy over and over and over and she left her body, tears running from her eyes and juices seeping from her pussy. Her head rolled back and a faint smile appeared on her face as he fucked her stupid. Her nails dug into his back as his hips continued to thrust into her from above and he left his signature on her neck. He felt her body tensing up again and  he decided to stop delaying his release before he killed the poor girl. 

“Kitten.” He said to her in a soft, sweet voice, slowing down his strokes and just grinding in her deep. She struggled to focus on him but when their eyes met, he leaned in for a soft kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You take me so well baby, it’s like your pussy was made for me. You said I could cum inside you, will you still let your kumkani cum deep inside that pussy?” They had already discussed this, knowing it would come up at some point. Luckily they both had their STI prevention shots and  they were both on birth control, so since they shared the same kink they decided to go for it.

“Yesss, please kumkani. Cum inside me,” Ashanti said as she locked her legs around his waist.

The king’s thrusts picked up the pace, elevating them both to their highs. The tension rose in their bodies, Ashanti scrambling to hold him closer, and T’Challa struggling to contain his strength so as not to cause real damage. When the dams broke, their bodies shook violently and he filled her up while she spilled all over him. He slowly thrusted into her as his dick continued to pump her pussy full of him. His thrusts slowed to a stop as she came down from her climax. He leaned back and opened his mouth and let a glob of spit fall onto her clit before lightly rubbing it in with his thumb.

“T’Challaaaaa!” she whined, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked and stopped, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose, then her lips. 

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to lightly kiss around her face and neck. Her legs still hadn't let him go, so his hips churned inside her very slowly, grinding just enough to keep her turned on but not enough to over stimulate her. “You just can’t let me go, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” she pulled him to her soft lips, only allowing them to slightly graze each other. “You feel too good.” She whined.

“Oh I do? You love when I’m deep in that pussy, don't you? You want me in there all the time? Want me to slut you out whenever I fucking feel like it?”

“Mmmm, yes kumkani.”

“Good girl. Now let me go baby, I’m not done with you.”

“T’Cha-” She was cut off by a deadly glare. “Kumkani, my pussy is tired.”

“I know kitten, this will help her feel better.”

Ashanti slowly unraveled her legs and moaned as his dick slowly left her, pulling on her clit and her g-spot on the way out. The emptiness she felt was soon replaced by the feeling of his copious amounts of cum dripping from her hole. 

T’Challa moaned at the sight then leaned in for a taste, causing Ashanti to gasp unexpectedly. His tongue moved up and down her pussy, collecting his cum and spreading it all over. He sucked on her clit and his fingers slowly found their way inside her to rub on her spot before his finger and tongue switched. He tongue fucked her walls while his thumb strummed her clit lazily, her legs twitching on every upstroke . His moans of pleasure pushed her further to her climax and when he started slurping his cum out of her pussy she lost it, body convulsing and cumming all over his chin. He slurped up their combined fluids and brought his lips to hers, transferring their cum to her mouth for her to taste. She swallowed and stared into his eyes, bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled over beside her and they faced each other. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You already won't be walking tomorrow, but I can make it a week,” T’Challa warned and the two broke out into laughter.

“Wow, just...that was...wow,” Ashanti said, still processing what just happened.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rou-” Ashanti shut him up with a kiss.

“It was amazing. And oh my Bast, you are nasty as fuck.”

T’Challa chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, dear.”

Ashanti stilled then looked up at him in fear and arousal, both of which were made worse by the bloodthirsty look on his face. 

“What else are you into?”

The two lovers laid there and talked for hours, only pausing for a brief moment while Ashanti went to the bathroom. They talked about their kinks and exploring more together. They spoke about their futures, their bucket lists, their families, and more. The conversation veered from comical to serious to heart wrenching to seductive all within the span of a few hours.

They eventually fell asleep with T’Challa’s strong arms wrapped around Ashanti’s waist, just like the last time they slept in each other’s arms and hopefully just like all the times they’ll lay together in the future. 

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

In you

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

Ooh!

(Did you ever think that, maybe

Maybe it's destiny?

Maybe it's destiny that brought us together)

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The Coffee Prince Pt. X

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*  *Part 4* *Part 5*  *Part 6* *Part 7*  *Part 8* *Part 9*

(T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Violence, abusive language

Your heart pounds in your chest, Erik’s grip is tight around your wrist.

“You s-shouldn’t do this.  All I gotta do is call someone and-and it’s over!.”  You say this, but your quivering voice makes this statement sound the least threatening.

Erik just grins wide, looking towards the lab.  “That’s fine.  After I kill you, ain’t nothing stopping me from taking out whoever else I can on this floor.  I got nothing to lose, what about you?”

Your mind goes from your pregnancy to T’Challa to Shuri to Queen Mother and the Dora.  Erik couldn’t take them all out without help but you didn’t want to risk one life.

“What do you want from me?”  You ask through gritted teeth.

“You’re gonna get me to see T’Challa.  He owes me, whether his ass wanna accept it or not.”

“What does he owe you?  I don’t know anything about it.”  You say, tears being to form and spill from your eyes.  

“Shut the fuck up!”  Erik says in a low hushed voice with daggers in his eyes.  “Let’s say it’s family business.  Nothing that concerns you, you just a pawn in the plan.”

Family business?  You think back to what Tavia told you, about his being T’Challa’s cousin and gunning for the throne.  

“You are T’Challa’s cousin?  Tavia isn’t making shit up?”   You ask incredulously.

Erik chuckles menacingly.  “That bitch running her mouth off to everybody again?  I told her ass about that, but she ain’t lying.”  Erik pulls his ring off his chest.  “This was passed from my grandfather to my daddy, and then to me.  I know T’Challa got one too.”

You shake your head.  “They won’t believe you.”

Erik’s grip tightens on you again.  “I don’t need them to believe me.  I just need him to meet me so we can negotiate.”

“Why should he?”

Erik laughs.  “Well let’s just say, if he don’t, your pretty ass won’t have to worry about nothing but what you’re wearing to the funeral.  I’ll decide whether it’s yours or his in a minute.”

You look behind you hoping someone has passed at this point to break this up, but you are left disappointed and at a loss for what to do.  “Just tell me what you want so I can get away from you.”

Erik climbs out of bed, assembling some pillow under the covers quickly.  “First of all, get that out your head, thinking you bout to get away.  Second, look out there and see if anyone coming.”

You slowly turn and walk toward the edge of the space separating his room from the hallway, looking one way and the next.  Did the Dora take a lunch break or something?  Maybe you got up too early this morning.  Turning back to him you shake your head.

Erik nods.  “Aight then, come on, you takin me to see Tavia’s  big mouthed ass.”

Erik walks past you, trotting down the hall like he was taking a jog through the park.  You follow behind, the elevator was only a few feet from where he was located.  In the distance you can see Shuri working on something on one of her lab tables, moving images along a holographic wall.  It would be nothing to call out to her, get her attention.  As Erik hits a button to call the elevator, your voice is on the cusp of doing just that.

As the elevators open, a figure in red and gold adornments looks casually at Erik for a moment, which proved to be a moment too long.  Once Erik notices her, he springs forward subduing her with his forearm in her throat.  He replaces it with his hand, dragging her forward and around to choke her.  Her eyes meet yours as you stand frozen in fear, vision blurring.  The Dora’s eyes flutter back and shut as her sputters cease and body slumps in his arms.  Dropping her, he grabs her staff pointing it at you.  “Come on then.  I ain’t got all day.”

You walk over the Dora’s body, not sure if she is dead or just passed out, to stand next to Erik’s imposing body.  As the elevator travels downward, your kimoyo beads start to vibrate and trill loudly, amplified by the enclosed space.  T’Challa is calling, presumably looking for you.  

Erik looks you up and down.  “It’s an alarm clock.” You lie.

“I wouldn’t answer that.  You ain’t in no condition to talk right now.”  Erik says looking at you like he dares you to try him.  

The ringing stops, and your bracelet feels heavier for it.  Your lifeline cut, you feel a sharp pain in your gut causing you to topple forward.

“Stand up, the fuck is wrong with you.”  Erik barks, poking you with the staff.

“Stop, please,  I’m not feeling well.  Can you blame me??”  You plead.

Erik kneels down, whispering in your ear.  “The quicker you realize I don’t give a fuck about you and your feelings, the easier this will be.  Trust me.”  He grabs your arm to bring you to standing.  Once again your bracelet goes off.

“And you need to shut that shit off.  It’s annoying the hell outta me.”  Erik demands as the elevators open to the holding area.  Erik walks out, kicking the Dora to the side as he makes his way to Tavia’s cell.  You drag the Dora out, feeling for her pulse.

“Tavia!  Where you at girl?”  Erik shouts, meandering down the hall.

“Baby!  Is that you?!”  Tavia’s voice excitedly.

You continue to look over the Dora, thankfully her pulse met your touch but she was still knocked out.  You hear banging and buzzing in the distance before you see Tavia and Erik embracing.

“Ohh, I knew you would be ok and come get me!  I knew you could do it baby!”  Tavia squealed, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck, breaking only to smother his face with kisses.  Erik wasn’t even holding her or anything, just standing there taking it, but loving it all the same until he grabbed her hair, pulling her face off him.

“You been talking about me behind my back?”  Erik says gravely.

Tavia has a look in her eyes that seemed both excited and terrified.  “What do you mean?  I been wondering if you’re ok, and where you been.  That’s it-”

Erik jerks her hair, pulling her head back further and making her yelp in pain.  You get up, walking over to him.  “Leave her alone!”

You were barely five feet from him, but his arm span traversed the distance, sending your face flyin sideways with a smack.

“I told your ass I don’t fuck with you, you get that?  I’m with my girl right now.”

Tavia looks down at you nervously.  “Come on Erik, don’t be like that.  She just lookin out for me.”

“She bein a nosy bitch is what she being.”

Tavia rubs his chest tryna calm him down when your beads go off yet again.  This time it is Shuri.  

“If you can’t turn that shit off I will.”

Erik stomps over to you, twisting your wrist.  “Fuck!  Get the hell off me!”

“Erik, stop!”  Tavia yells out, but she might as well have been talking to the wall.  He takes the beads off of you, scratching you in the process.  You watch, still clutching your stomach, pain echoing louder as he throws them to the ground.  Using the blunt end of the staff, he crushes the beads to pieces.

Erik straightens up, nostrils flaring.  “Where’d they put my shit?”

Tavia is visibly shaken.  “Here, I’ll show you the spot.”  Tavia walks ahead of him, looking down at you with an apologetic look in her eyes.  She mouths to you asking if you are ok, but you look away, concentrating on how you would get the hell out of there.  If she really cared, she’d take something and bust him upside his head instead of trailing him like a lap dog.  The Dora next to you begins to stir, making you feel momentary joy as you crawled over her.

“Hey!  Are you ok?  Are you hurt?”

She flutters her eyes open looking at you, beginning to sit up.  “What am I doing down here?”  She rubs her neck, breathing raggedly.

You look behind you as the sound of glass smashing  alerts you of their progress.

“You have to get out of here.  Tell T’Challa, Shuri, somebody I’m down here and Erik is up.”

“The antagonizer?”  She says, getting up slowly.  

“Yes, the one who fought T’Challa.  He’s going to make demands and use me for bait.  I doubt he’ll want anything to do with you, especially now that you’re awake.”

She looks around.  “I can take him now.  Where is my staff?”

You take her by the arms.  “He took it.  Please, don’t stand up to him, we don’t have much time.  Get out of here!  Get back to then upper floor!”  You walk her to the elevator, calling it up and loading her on, you promise her it will be fine.  Not too soon after the doors close and the lift is gone, alarms are set off.

Erik comes bounding around the corner, clothed in his regular threads, checking the ammo in a large, futuristic looking handgun.  Tavia carries one similar.

“Damn, feels good to feel something deadly in my hands again.”  He looks over to you, face instantly drops as he pops the barrel up in your direction.  “Where the fuck she go?”

You hold your hands up.  “She just left, I couldn’t stop her.”

He walks up to you, pointing it straight in your face.  “Why didn’t you holler?  Call me?  I didn’t hear shit from you?”

You hesitate to answer.  “Are we really a team here?  What happened to not giving a fuck about me?”

Erik doesn’t respond, rearing his hand back to whip the guns handle right against your forehead, busting your old wound from the car crash outside the club.  

You double over in pain now from your head coupled with your stomach, you aren’t sure how much more you can take, until you here the cocking of a gun.

Looking up as you wipe the blood from your eye, you see Tavia pointing a gun in Erik’s direction.

“Erik, you can’t keep hitting her like that!”  Tavia says, voice quivering.  You have never heard her sound so weak and feeble.

Erik is smiling like she’s offering him a pot of gold instead of a bullet.  “Whatchu gonna do with that then, huh?”

“The hell it looks like I’m doin!”  Tavia shrieks, moving her weight back and forth nervously.

Erik takes a small step.  “You know this gonna be all over soon, right?”

Tavia blinks tears from her eyes glancing at you.  “What’re you talking about?”

Erik takes another small step.  “I gotta act like this, you know me!  I told you things gonna get rough, right?”

“But not like this Erik!  You almost killed somebody!”

“Almost.”  He says softly holding up a hand in surrender.  “You know if I wanted to kill, they’d be dead.  I’m just trying to make sure no one gets in our way.”

Tavia shakes her head.  “I don’t want this anymore.”

Erik cocks his head to one side.  “You don’t wanna be my queen?  Rule beside me, eating the finest foods you ever have, dressed in the baddest clothes this country got to offer.  Look at (Y/N) here.”

Erik plucks you up by the collar, your toes dangle a couple inches off the ground as he holds you by the scruff like a puppy, making you choke.

“ERIK!”  Tavia screams, steadying the gun on him again.

“Nah!  Don’t fuckin scream at me!  You see this?!”  Erik looks at you with a wild expression, holding your weight by one hand like it was nothing.  You could feel your eyes going cross as you become lightheaded, the alarms sounding off in the distance sound farther away as you lose control of you breathing.

Erik continues maniacally.  “This the kind of shit you could have, you should have!  These Wakanda threads don’t break for shit.  Hold up to the most extreme conditions and stress…”  He has the nerve to hold you up a little higher, making you squeak when you mean to shout.

Tavia is a wreck watching you.  “Erik, put her down!”  She says with little conviction left in her.

Erik looks back to Tavia.  “She’s taking our dream away, baby.  You know that?  I told you all this shit in here is rightfully mine.  I was never given a chance to take it.  This is it!”

“Just put her down…”

“DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?!”  Erik barks at her viciously.  Tavia jumps, almost dropping the gun.  Holding it steady she nods.

“I’ll put down mine when you put down yours.”  Erik says menacingly.  Tavia looks at you squirming in his grasp, fighting for air.  You catch each other’s gaze and you shake your head at her, hoping she would take the shot already and end this all now for the both of you.  Erik is no good for anybody, as a King he would for sure kill more people and you wouldn’t survive to see your child grow up, much less be born.

Tavia keeps her eyes trained on Erik as she lowers the gun, to your dismay.  In tandem, as she lowers it to the floor, Erik lowers you slowly.  How his arm hadn’t given out is a mystery to you but he keeps your toes just grazing the floor until Tavia has the gun laid down and hands off of it completely.

“Ok, Erik, now-”

Before Tavia could answer Erik drops you and comes across to snatch up Tavia’s throat.  It happened quicker than either of you could react.  Erik backs her up against a wall as she squirms to break free.

“You been getting bold haven’t you?”  Erik sneers.

Tavia coughs and whines.  “Erik...you aren’t….like this…”

“Nah!  That’s the problem you have, but Imma tell you straight.  This is me!  This is who I am deep down, my true self and it feels good.  Don’t it?”

“No...you’re hurting me…”

Erik cocks his head off to the side with feigned concern.  “Hmm.  You liked being choked before.”

You eye the abandoned gun on the floor, contemplating taking it up but you don’t know the first thing about operating a gun.

“And (Y/N)!  You take one finger to that gun, I’ll snap baby girl’s neck like a twig and beat your ass silly.  Don’t play with me.”  He says with such calm, so eerie how he could describe vivid violence like an itinerary to his day

“Tavia, I’m sorry!  I’m sorry about whatever made this happen.  You’re too good of a friend to me, I know.  Just please, for me and for the future, forgive me.”  You plead.  One thing you notice from their exchange is that Tavia has an obvious grudge over your moving on up with T’Challa.  You never rubbed it in her face but somehow she got secondhand jealous and the worst scenario is closing her windpipe as you speak.  

“Awww that’s nice.”  Erik says flatly, letting Tavia’s neck go abruptly as she crumbles to the ground.  Erik kneels in front of her coughing, holding her face to meet his square on.  “Now don’t make me shout again, aight?  You remember how I taught you to shoot right?”  Tavia nods.  “Well, just be ready for that.  Training is coming to real life.  These damn alarms is making my head hurt, let’s go tell them what’s up. Help  (Y/N) up and escort her to the elevator.”  Erik instructs formally.  

Tavia does as she is told, making her way over to you after retrieving her gun.

“Tavia…”  You sob, unsure how to act because you aren’t sure who your friend is to you anymore.

“Shhh, get up.  Are you ok?”  Tavia asks in a rush to bring you to your feet.

“Really Tavia?!”  You exclaim in a loud whisper.

“Shh!  Just shut up!  He’ll fuck with you less that way.  What about your stomach?”  Tavia looks down at your hand clutching your cramping midsection.

“Like you give a shit.”  You groan as you both join Erik in the elevator, the doors close in front of you as you all ride up.  But before you all reach the main floor, the elevator stops abruptly.

“Erik Killmonger, you have one minute to come the lab floor and still have a chance at living to see another day.”  T’Challa’s voice says over the intercom, sounding furious.

Erik just laughs.  “That ain’t my damn name.  Just put the damn elevator in motion again.”  You look at him with confusion.  That’s what you all have been calling him, why is it now all of a sudden not his name?

T’Challa talks again.  “Is (Y/N) with you?”  

Erik looks you up and down.  “She might be.  You can’t keep tabs on your girl in your own house?”

“(Y/N)?  Say something, I need to hear you.”  T’Challa sounds desperate as he speaks now.  The Dora were quick to let him know your whereabouts to prompt the alarm.

“YES!  I’m here Chacha!”  You cry out.  Just knowing he has some hand in this possible rescue is giving you a false sense of relief.

Erik snorts.  “Chacha?  Oh man, he put it on you, huh?  My nigga, listen.  This all wasn’t supposed to go down like this but your people put a hurtin on my plans so now we here.”

“Has he hurt you?”  T’Challa asks.

“AYE!”  Erik barks.  “I will if this box ain’t ascending in ten seconds.”

Erik doesn’t like to be ignored, you learned.  A moment of silence passes before the elevator is set in motion.  It felt like an eternity had passed before you all finally make it to a floor.  The door slowly rolls open to show Ayo, Okoye and other Dora and some Border Tribe flanking T’Challa with Shuri, Queen Mother and others in the far background.  

T’Challa’s eyes find yours and his face instantly falls, hardening with shock as he takes a step towards you.  Your heart begins to flutter at the sight of him, you were saved!  Next thing you know, you feel cold metal on the side of your cheek.

“Ah ah, playboy, chill with that.  We ain’t here for a reunion, we here to talk, remember?”  Erik says.  

The Dora square up, their vibranium spears wailing with each spin as they prepare for a directive.

“You put that down.  There is no way we can talk when you have a gun to someone’s head.”  T’Challa says through his teeth.

Erik scrunches up his face.  “For real?  I think that’s when the best deals are made.  So, let’s talk turkey, cousin.”

“You are from no family of mine, blood or not.  This is despicable what wreckage you have caused!”

“I ain’t caused shit!  Klaue gave the orders, me and the others followed.  I been tryin to come home for years now.”

“What home?”  Shuri yells from the background.  “You have no rights here, there is no one here to claim you!”

Erik shrugs.  “Yeah, you right about that one, princess.  However…”  Erik kicks your knee in, making you shout in surprise until the barrel of his gun was shoved in your mouth.  “...I’m finna claim what’s mine today.”

The Dora yell out in Xhosa making T’Challa raise his hand as he walked closer to Erik.  “Whatever you and Klaue have planned for Wakanda will fail.  If you know anything about us, you know that we will not let it happen.”  T’Challa glares.

Erik looks at him sideways.  “Klaue ain’t even in the picture no more, dawg!  He out like a light, straight to hell from where his race came.”

“Liar!”  Ayo shouts.  “We left him at the car crash, he was barely clinging to life after I stopped the car!”

Erik chuckles at her.  “That’s cute of you to do that.  Klaue wasn’t dead quick enough.  When your king got the wind knocked out of him, he called me over telling me to take him out of there.  Fuck him and his commands, I had what I was looking for, we were done.  Two to the head, one in the chest, find his body and you’ll know.  You’re welcome.”

This caused a murmur between the Wakandans.  W’Kabi steps from behind his Border Tribe brethren.  “Is this true?”

T’Challa shakes his head.  “Erik, that does not make things-”

Erik pokes your inner cheek roughly with his gun.  The metal tastes horrendous, and you hope you could throw up.  Maybe it would fuck up his gun.  “Don’t call me that.  That’s not who I am here.  This the motherland, I have a name that ain’t from a colonizers hand-me-down.  You wanna know?”

T’Challa looks at you, looking tearful.  “(Y/N)-”

“SHE GOOD!  We talkin!  Ask my name!”  Erik shouts.

T’Challa’s eyes are practically engulfed in flames.  “A name does not make you worthy-”

“T’Challa!”  Queen Mother parts the crowd in front of her stepping forward.  T’Challa turns to her but she pushes him away gently, staring at Erik as if in a trance.  

“Queen Mother, don’t-”  Before Okoye could finish, Queen Mother Ramonda raises her hand to silence her.  It is like watching a child try to climb into a lion’s den.  The danger is so imminent as Erik has let none of his ferocity down, but does not make a move towards Ramonda.  You can see that she is looking at the ring around his neck, standing mere inches in front of him.  She even dares to reach out for it.

“Where did you get this?”  She asks, her eyes wide with wonder.

Erik doesn’t say a word.  Ramonda picks the ring off of his chest, staring at its details.  You can hear a pin drop, the group has gone so quiet.  Then she asks, “Who are you?”

“I am N’Jadaka, son of N’Jobu.  The man your husband killed and basically left me for dead.”

If a gun wasn’t in your mouth your jaw would’ve dropped.  So he was telling the truth!  Ramonda makes a small yelp sound as she holds her head and stumbles backward.  W’Kabi catches her.  “This cannot be!”

Erik nods.  “Hey Auntie.”

W’Kabi walks a distressed Ramonda over to a Dora to take her away.  T’Challa walks up to his face swiftly.  “You are using chaos to get your way and that will not happen here.”

“I think it already has.  The chaos been done 25 years ago cuz of your daddy, don’t blame this shit on me.  I’m just coming to collect and you can have your whack ass girl back, but this country?  Nah, you don’t deserve it.”

“You take that gun off of her or I will myself.  You won’t hands to fight with when I am done with you.”  T’Challa threatens.

“Oh oh!  Easy!  My finger already halfway on this trigger.  Make me nervous...I can get a little sensitive down there.  Don’t get no teeth marks on the tip, baby girl.  I don’t like that shit.”  He looks off to you with fake pity.  “But you give me a shot at the throne like I ought to, then we good.  You beat me, it’s no harm and no foul.  I’ll be a honest loser.”  He puts his hand over his heart.

T’Challa thinks it over, mouth pursed with worry as W’Kabi comes up to him.  “You should do it.”

“W’Kabi, this is my decision to make.”  T’Challa snaps at him.

“I know that.  But think about it.  He comes in here after nearly killing you, has taken out a known opponent of Wakanda, has gotten past our guards to break out his comrade and take hostage your love, you need to gain some control here.”

“You don’t think I have?!  The fact that he is still standing here alive is mercy enough!”  T’Challa retorts.

“You’ve got this T’Challa!  Give him the fight he wants!”  Shuri yells as a Dora holds her back.

“Shuri, please!”

“I know you can.  He won’t leave us in peace otherwise.  You’ve got this.”   Shuri looks worried but defiant.  T’Challa steps away from Erik pondering the deal.  

“I won’t allow her to be in bondage with your comrade as we fight.”  T’Challa says.

Erik finally withdraws the gun from your mouth as you spit out the taste.  “Oh that ain’t no problem.  You can hold on to her for collateral.”

“What!?”  Tavia shrieks, and just as quickly Ayo punches the blunt end of her spear into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her as she crumpled to the ground, dropping her weapon.

“Stand up and walk!”  Okoye demands of Tavia who tries her best to stand.

“I’m sorry, aight?”  Tavia whimpers.

“You hush unless you want another!  Forward!”  Okoye barks watching Tavia walk on with ayo before looking to Erik.  “And you...will be escorted to Warrior Falls immediately.”

Erik walks on, tucking his gun behind his and following the others.  

T’Challa bounds his way over to you.  “How are you?  Do you need aid?  Can you stand?”  His hands travel over your face as he surveys your reopened wound on your forehead.  “He will pay greatly for this.  He could never diminish your beauty but I will kill him for trying.”  You feel tears rush over you as forget your pain, but this doesn’t make T’Challa feel any better.  “Umhle, please, speak to me.  Shuri!”

He calls but she is two steps away.  “I’m here.  Stand her up, I’ll look her over.  Are you feeling any pain in your stomach?”

T’Challa lifts you to your feet.  “I...did earlier.  But not now.”  Your hand feel over your abdomen for confirmation.

“Ok, I still need to make sure everything is ok.  T’Challa, you go on to the fight, I’ve got her.”  Shuri takes you by the arm.

“The fight?  He can wait out there until he drowns, I’m not leaving her unattended.”  T’Challa fumes.

“She will be attended to, because I will be doing the attending!  If you don’t go out there, you don’t know what he might do if he thinks you’re backing out of it.”

T’Challa looks to you silently, holding your hands tightly in his.  “(Y/N), I will not go if you tell me not to.”

You shake your head.  “That’s not fair…”  You say with a quiver in your voice.  Of course you didn’t want him to go, but how dare he give you that proposition.

“It’s not, but I am weak for you.  This is not the time for me to be from your side.  Our bean has been through too much, I couldn’t bear losing them or you.  It came to close to that today.”

You nod, teardrops soaking the back of your hands in his.  “I know, it was scary, not gonna lie.”

“And I want to know everything he’s done, so the punishment is swift.  I have no qualms with putting him away on such horrendous charges.”  T’Challa starts to press something into his kimoyo beads but you stop his fingers from moving.  

“Please.  At least...entertain his ego.”  You say quietly.

T’Challa looks at you in confusion.  “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I will not allow Shuri to look me over without you there.  But you have to answer his challenge.  He thinks he has a shot at the throne, then give him this chance.”  Your anxiety begins to build and you rest your head against his chest, allowing him to hold you close.  “You took him down before, you can do it again.  There’s no doubt in my mind.  And maybe I want to see you beat his ass my damn self, selfish as that may seem.”

T’Challa’s chest jumps as he chuckles.  “I have no problem with that.”  Pulling away from you, he looks you over once more.  “You are sure you feel fine to be there?”

You nod.  “With all things considered we are fine I think.  But Shuri, I wouldn’t mind a bandage for this hit I took before I go.”  T’Challa holds your head in his hands one more time, eyes searching your face for any inkling of doubt.  You wouldn’t let him find it.  You believed in him, as much as the easy way out appeared more comfortable.  God help you all if he fails.  His lips find yours making you buckle a little.  It takes everything within you to part his lips and ask him to stay instead, but you bask in the kiss all on its own, keeping steady to the faith in his strength so you and him could have a peaceful world to raise your child together.

T’Challa pulls from you, handing you off to his sister.  “Ok,  take care of her.  I’ll make sure things don’t start until you have entered, but take your time.”

You watch T’Challa walk away as you head to Shuri’s lab to get stitched up.  Shuri puts in a sequence into her kimoyo beads that seem to be frustrating her.  

“What’s wrong with your beads?”  You ask.

Shuri sighs deeply, shaking it off.  “Nothing, actually.  Just the person I’m trying to contact is dumb with them.  If they got it, hopefully they’ll be here for the fight.  T’Challa could use some extra support.”

Part XI

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[spiderneds]

Who You’re Meant To Be (Older!Peter Parker [TH] x Reader)

i requested this myself and really didn’t intend on posting it but i guess i will post just this one. it is the first non-disney themed imagine we’ve had in a while but i am still going to be writing those!!! also still working on a few requests that i have for them. thank you for your patience!

ten years after the events of infinity war

Peter and his family - Aunt May, his wife, and his four year old daughter, were struggling to escape Queens, alongside everyone else that lived in the city.

Peter’s hands were tight on the strap hanging from the bus ceiling. The entire vehicle was packed front to back with terrified people. Peter had one arm around his wife, who had both of hers on the shoulders of their little girl. May was holding onto the child’s hand, looking around at all of the people, her lip between her sets of teeth.

The bus’s brakes squealed as it slammed to a stop. Everyone fell forward. Peter caught you and May, stomping his feet on the ground to stay glued down.

“Daddy,” your daughter squeaked, looking up. “I wanna go home.”

“We can’t go home,” he said simply. He didn’t look at her.

No one really expected Thanos to come back. No one expected him to unleash an army of his children and slaves on New York, desperately seeking to destroy the Avengers once and for all. Or - maybe Peter never expected it, because he had left the Avengers right after his daughter was born.

He had abandoned his duty as Spider-Man the second she let out her first cry. He couldn’t bear risk his life every day when this small life in front of him needed him to be alive. So he quit his job, cut off all contact with the Avengers, and decided to just be Peter Parker.

He knew it was selfish. But what kind of father wouldn’t put his daughter before everyone else’s?

The apartments from Third Street all the way to the edge of the bay were overtaken by aliens. Peter got his family out ahead of time, making sure that they had everything they needed.

“End of the line!” the bus driver screamed at the front of the bus. “Everyone off!”

You looked at Peter in alarm. “End of the line?”

He tapped your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowd of people making their way to the front of the bus. “End of the line?” he asked the bus driver.

“Roads are closed,” he said. 

Peter looked out the windshield, and saw that it was true. People were walking.

“No, no, no-” Peter shook his head. “You don’t understand, man, my kid needs-”

“What? What does your kid need that our kids don’t need?” he asked angrily. “End. Of. The. Line.”

Peter went back to his family and took the backpack from you. You looked up at him. He picked up his daughter, too, and shook his head. “We’re walking.”

May touched your arm. “That’s okay,” she said. “We’ll get to the ferry, don’t worry.”

You pursed your lips. 

“Come on,” Peter said.

You both stuck to the crowded sidewalks. You held May’s hand so you wouldn’t separate from her. Her silver grey hair, which fell in a curtain down her back, kept getting in her face, because she was looking around in every direction, scared of what might be coming soon.

Peter’s spidey senses began to buzz. He tried to ignore them, because during a situation like this, they would bug the crap out of him. 

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped, “Peter!” You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

Way up in the sky, a ship shaped like a ring was lowering itself down to Earth. His eyes widened and his stomach hurt. It was so similar to the ship he was on ten years ago, the first time Thanos attacked. 

“Oh gosh,” he said. 

“Peter, what do we do?” May cried. 

The breeze picked up wildly as the ship broke through the sky. Peter grabbed you and May. Your daughter started to cry. He pulled you the opposite way and dragged you into an alleyway. He crouched behind a dumpster and laid your daughter in your arms.

“What’s the plan?” you breathed.

“What plan?” he asked, teeth clenched.

“Pete,” you said, shaking your head. “You wouldn’t have stopped running if you didn’t know how this was going to end.”

“Look, last time these guys came around, bad things happened.” 

“I know,” you said. “I was there.”

He nodded towards the girl in your arms. “She wasn’t. I’m thinking of her right now!”

“Peter,” you scolded gently. “Listen to me for a moment.” You handed your daughter to May, who began to stroke her hair and hush her. You reached in the back pocket of your jeans and pulled out an old flip phone. You placed it in Peter’s palm.

“Before you ask, this is the phone that Captain America gave Tony.”

He looked at you. “How did you get this?”

“When Tony died, and you quit the team, Pepper made sure I had it and knew what it did.” You smiled sadly. “Captain America is gone now, too, but the White Wolf isn’t. If you call, that’s who you’ll reach. And with him is the Black Panther and all of Wakanda, eager to help us when we are in need. I think it’s safe to say that we need them.”

“It isn’t my job now-”

“It is. It always has been.” You shook your head. “You’re Spider-Man.”

“I’m not,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

“Babe, you are.”

“There are others now. Miles is-”

“He isn’t you! The world needs him, but it also needs you.”

“I’m not... him anymore. It’s been too long. No one needs me anymore.”

You remained patient. “I know you don’t leave the house without taking your web shooters with you. I know you have nightmares about a repeat of what is happening right now. I know you’re scared of dying again. And trust me, I’m scared, too. But our world needs Spider-Man. We have Thor, and White Wolf, and the Black Panther, and even Captain Marvel... but we need Spider-Man, too.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to think about never seeing you again.”

“Then don’t,” you said. You grabbed his face and dragged his head down so he could kiss you. For several long seconds, you kept your face pressed to his. You broke away and touched your forehead to his. “I am so in love with you, Peter Parker.”

His face twisted up as he tried not to cry. “I’m not leaving you.”

“You don’t have a choice,” you said. You pushed him back.

He looked over at his daughter, and at May. “She’s right, Peter. She always is.” May nodded. 

“Can you guys get out of the city safely without me?” he asked. 

“I think so,” you said. You nodded.

“No need,” a voice said. Peter turned around and saw Doctor Strange slowly landing on the ground. He turned to the left and opened a portal. On the other side, Wakanda. “King T’Challa’s sister has provided a safe place for you to hide.” He looked at Peter and smirked. “I was prepared.”

“Thank you,” he said. He turned back to you. You just kissed him again. He looked down at you and shook his head. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Spider-Man.” You stood up and picked up your daughter. She looked at Peter and reached her hands out for him.

“Daddy, don’t go,” she said. 

He took her in his arms. Cradling most of her weight on his left, he picked up her arm and held her hand. He touched his forehead to hers and smiled.

“Daddy will be back to find you soon.” 

“Promise?” she asked.

“I promise, baby,” he said. He kissed her three times (the exact amount to get her to laugh) and passed her back to you.

He hugged May, and then-

One of the aliens, a large thing with sharp green and brown scales, stepped out of the shadows. Your daughter screamed and you gasped, turned her away from the thing.

“Peter!” you screamed.

He stood in front of you right away, yanking his sleeves up to expose the web shooters he kept on his hands. Stephen stood next to him, hands up. 

“You three need to go!” he shouted. 

“Go!” Peter added. “I’ll see you later, okay, babe?”

“Okay,” you said. 

“Daddy, no!” your daughter screeched, opening and closing her small hands in his direction.

“I love you, sweetheart.” 

You hopped through the portal. May followed, and, after you glanced one final time at your husband, the portal was shut.

You turned, your skin automatically feeling like fire in your sweater and jeans. You squinted against the bright sun that was up in the sky.

A figure approached you. 

“Welcome to Wakanda,” she said. “I’m Shuri.”

“___ Parker,” you said. 

“I know.” She smiled. “Follow me, I know where you can stay.”

part two or,,,,

[dramaqueeenamby]

In Da’ Club

A/N: This is loosely inspired by the TV show Sister Sister. The episode where Tia and Tamera....welll, I’m sure you’ll pick up on it! ;) 

In which you, T’Challa, Erik, Erik’s girlfriend, Shuri, and someone else all set out for a night at the club. 

Words: 2432

Visuals of the ladies as follows:

In Da’ Club

“Absolutely not!”

“Y/N!”

“No, Erik!” Y/N said more forcefully. “That is a terrible idea.”

“That’s what you say about everything that I suggest!” He threw his hands up to show his frustration.

“Well then perhaps you should stop making suggestions altogether.” She shook her head and noticed a group of boys surrounding a smaller boy. “If you wanna do something, you can go help him.”

Erik dragged his eyes over to the scene and rolled them before sauntering over.

“Ya know, I for one am not always Team Erik, but he might be onto something, girl,” Deja commented innocently from her position on Y/N’s side.

“Deja…”

“Come on, Y/N.” Deja practically whined. “You were the captain of your school’s dance team in high school and led your team to nationals while in college.”

She paused. “I fail to see the relevance.”

Deja sucked her teeth. “You mean to tell me that you and your girls never went out to celebrate?” Silence. “Mmmhmmm.”

“That was different, Deja. I was younger and a co-ed. We were all trying to have a good time.”

“You make it sound like you’re an old woman. You’re 26 girl. What 26-year-old doesn’t wanna hit up the club?”

“I’m not opposed to going to the club.” She sighed. “I’m opposed to taking T’Challa with me.”

“So, we’ll leave him behind at the hotel.” Deja shrugged.

Y/N cut her eyes. “You know damn well he is not about to let me go anywhere without him at least 10 feet away, especially with you and Erik.”

Deja pouted. “What are you trying to say? That we don’t know how to act in public.”

“You don’t, Deja!”

“That is not true!”

“I have one word for you.” Y/N deadpanned. “Paris.”

“Th-those charges were dropped!”

“I rest my case.” She shook her head.

“Okay.” Deja took on a solemn expression. “I suppose we’ll just have to go by ourselves….unattended….without supervision.”

Y/N’s eyes started to widen. The last time Erik and his girlfriend had gone out, her poor fiancé had to intervene to even get them out of the damn country.

She didn’t want that kind of stress on this trip.

“Okay, fine!” She finally relented as Deja squealed loudly and grabbed her to pull her into a side hug. “But I mean it, the second you two start acting out, we are out of there!”

Deja blew out a breath. “You are no fu-what the hell is that boy doing?”

Y/N turned to look at Erik, her eyes maximizing almost immediately. “Erik! Release his ankles now!”

As Y/N ran over to stop the prince from potentially harming a minor, Deja stood there and started to think about what she would wear.

“This is gonna be fun.”

* * * * *

“Don’t leave this room, don’t leave the hotel, don’t leave the state, don’t be having nobody up in this bitch while we gone, especially no goddamn lil’ burning ass niggas-“

“What can I do?” Shuri asked with a voice full of irritation.

“Breathe,” Erik replied with 100% honesty. “But don’t be doing too much of that shit either. American air is full of pollutants and shit.”

T’Challa shook his head as he looked over at his sister. “You are free to order room service, a movie, anything to keep you occupied until we return.”

“I just can’t leave the hotel.” The teenager sassed.

“It is for your protection, sister.”

“Ya’ damn straight.”

Y/N sent the young girl a sympathetic expression. “We’ll be back-“

“I am ready to depart.” M’Baku walked into the room, his traditional attire swapped out for modern clothes.

The four adults froze, none aware that the leader of the Jabari tribe planned on tagging along.

“M’Baku, I did not realize you were coming with us.” Deja laughed nervously.

“Aw hell no, this nigga finna be barking the whole damn night,” Erik muttered as his girlfriend elbowed him in his side.

“Why would I not?” He smiled broadly. “Is the purpose of this trip not to introduce me to American culture?”

“It is,” Y/N replied. “It’s just that the club is…well…it’s a bit much to take in if you’re unfamiliar with the customs.”

“Ha. Even more reason for me to attend,” he affirmed as T’Challa sent his fiancé a way to go look.

“Alright, listen Clifford the Big Jabari Dog, ain’t gon be none of that Que whooping and hollering shit.”

Shuri snickered from her spot on the sofa. “Perhaps being stuck here won’t be so bad after all.”

* * * * *

“But why do the young woman dress so provocatively?”

“Because they all hoes!”

“The gardening tool?”

“Somebody get this nigga away from me.” Erik referred to M’Baku who had been pestering the group with questions the whole night.

“M’Baku, wouldn’t you like to go dance?”

“Sure, when will it commence?”

Y/N clenched her eyes. “It has, M’Baku. That is what they are doing.”

This time, T’Challa’s interest was piqued as he looked over to the crowd. “How? They are simply gyrating with one another.”

“That’s the point!” Y/N snapped before leaning back against the plush seat. “I need a drink.” Y/N moaned as she threw her head backward.

“Of course, my love. Would you like some water, apple cider, or maybe a carbonated beverage?”

Had the music not been so loud, the group would have heard her whimpering.

Erik looked over at Deja who was taking a picture for Snapchat before he snatched the phone out her hands.

“What the fuck?” She hit him on his arm. “Give me back my phone, Erik!”

“You best not be talking to no niggas.” He warned while going through her friend list.

“And if I am?” She sucked her teeth, grabbing her iPhone out his hands.

“Ask one of them to get your ass back to Wakanda.” He shot easily. “We’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Man, whatever Erik.” She blew off his threat and stood up. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go dance.”

The queen to be froze momentarily. “I don’t know….”

“You should dance, little one.” M’Baku encouraged. “Go join the rest of the hoes in their merriment!”

“Deja, wait up.”

* * * * *

Y/N did not realize how much she had missed her electric nights out at the club from her college years. No, it wasn’t the club itself that gave her a buzz but rather the idea of letting loose and having fun that gave her a high.

She’d only been on the floor for two minutes when the DJ decided to transition into throwbacks, the sound of “Bring it Back” taking her to a time where she used to dominate the dance floor.

She and Deja danced with each other, twerking and all, not caring about the stares and occasional phones she saw that were recording the interaction.

She knew she’d probably be on the blogs the following morning but honestly did not care. She truly was having a good time.

“Sex on the beach, please.”

“Make that two,” Deja added on as they took a break and sat by the bar. “Girl, I knew you still had it in you.”

Y/N cheeks tinted red. “I suppose I did not realize just how…closeted I've become compared to my college days.”

“See what happens when you party with Deja.” She teased. “Ya’ bitch wanna party with Deja.”

“Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari,” Y/N finished the line while running her hands over her sequined dress. “Diamonds all over my body.”

The two laughed and thanked the bartender as he brought them their drinks. They continued to joke around until the glasses were finished, prompting the young women to revisit their significant others in the VIP section.

“Come dance with me,” Y/N pouted while plopping down on top of her fiancé.

T’Challa chuckled, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Did you enjoy your drink?”

“If I say no, will you dance with me?” She proposed, wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking against his temple.

“This is your element, not mine.”

She started to glare when another thought crossed her mine.

“These hoes ain’t loyal,” M’Baku spoke with uncertainty at first before finishing the statement with confidence.

“You got it!” Erik clapped and nodded his head with glee. “Maybe there’s hope for your M’Baku the giant looking ass yet.”

“You ain’t right.” Deja shook her head and grabbed Erik’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He raised his brow. “Now you wanna dance with a nigga?” A beat. “Naw ma’. Better go call Whitney.”

“She’s dead.”

“Not my problem.”

Deja groaned and pulled on him. “Come on, Erik.”

“What’s in it for me?”

She smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “If you dance with me now, I’ll dance on you tonight when we get back to the room.”

The prince grew smug, slowly standing up as he allowed her to lead the way. “This why I keep your fine ass around.”

Similar to Deja, Y/N also promised her lover a night of intimate trysts, effectively getting him on the floor.

She smiled as T’Challa correctly gained a firm grasp on her hips, pulling her ass against his crotch. She looked over her shoulders to give him a bit of advice. “Just stay with me.”

As if on cue, “Walk It Like I Talk It” by Migos started playing. Erik, of course, knew exactly what do do, guiding Deja as she moved against him, the two sneaking in sloppy, drunk kisses.

T’Challa took a moment longer to catch on, but even his fiancé was shocked when he started reciprocating her actions, adequately matching her sensual movements.

Several songs played that had the whole club hype. Even M’Baku had attracted a dance partner, the monolithic warrior in pure bliss as a gorgeous woman with flawless chocolate skin and a plump ass twerked on him.

However, the crowd went completely ballistics at the sound of one iconic line:

Cash Money Records taking over for the '99 & the 2000

Everybody started piling in on the dance floor, even the ones who were readying to head out turned around when Back That Azz Up filled the room.

Deja and Y/N held nothing back as they danced with Erik and T’Challa, the future queen of Wakanda moaning when her man started to whisper all of the things he planned to do to her when they got back to the hotel.

“Maybe we should go out more often.” She whispered as he started sucking on her neck, her head bobbing to the side. She was about to shut her eyes when something, or rather, someone caught her attention. “Shuri?!”

“Shuri?”

Fuck

T’Challa immediately stopped his assault on her neck, his head snapping around to look for signs of his little sister.

Y/N returned her eyes to where the scientist was and sure enough, there was Shuri, laughing, dancing with….her boyfriend?

What the hell was he doing there?

“You saw Shuri?” T’Challa demanded of her as Y/N struggled with a response.

“I-uh-“

“Shuri?” Erik chimed in as Y/N realized shit was about to get real. “I know lil’ bit don’t have her fast ass up in here.” He growled. “Where she at? Imma kill that girl!”

“Perhaps it was someone who just looks like her?” Deja suggested.

Y/N said nothing because she knew that was not the case, especially since she also saw D’Kar.

“Where did you see her?” T’Challa pressed, his voice alluding that he was not about to accept anything other than the truth.

“She-it was-“

“Y/N!”

“Fuck that,” Erik grunted before making his way through the crowd, not that anyone was trying to stay in his path.

“What the hell is he doing?”

Deja, T’Challa, and Y/N watched in horror as he hopped up on stage and grabbed the mic from the DJ.

“Fuck you looking at me like that for?” He hissed as the disc jockey dropped his judgmental gaze in less than a second. “It’s not like you all that good anyway. Got the nerve to play some goddman Boom Boom Pow after the legendary Juvenile. Man, get your anorexic, Mr. Brown looking ass up off this stage before I Uncle Phil you off.”

The man wasted no time in running off the stage as he Erik beat on the mic.

“Now I’m only gonna say this shit once cause you know who you are,” he started. “And you know damn well you ain’t got no business being up in here with grown folks.” The crowd was clearly mumbling amongst themselves, no one brave enough to try to interrupt the livid man up on the stage. “And I should out your sneaky ass, but I won’t cause a nigga nice like that.” A beat. “But I swear to Bast, you got till the count of three to get the hell up out of here before I turn this bitch inside out.” He held up one finger. “One-“

He didn’t even get a chance to count any further because a surprisingly large group of people started heading for the exit.

“Sthandwa sam-“

Y/N sighed loudly. “I’m on it.” She shut her eyes opening them back up to reveal that they were completely white. Thick, dense, and barely visible fog filled the club as partiers struggled to see, unable to make their speedy retreat.

Of course, there was one person who could still see. In fact, Shuri happened to be one of the first people that he located.

He politely marched over to her as she looked over at him with nothing but nerves.

“Sister.”

Shuri gulped. “Brother, fancy seeing you here.”

“Is that the nigga?” Erik shouted from atop the stage noticing the young man standing beside Shuri was surprisingly managing a brave face.

Y/N groaned and thought of something. “Wait a minute….where’s M’Baku?”

The leader of the Jabari tribe was nowhere in sight, absent from the spot they had last seen him.

“That nigga like eight feet tall, he can take care of himself.” Erik scoffed while hopping off the stage. “You, however, done fucked up.” He spoke while marching toward

“Erik no-“ Shuri tried to stop him from charging at D'Kar by standing in front of him. “It’s not his fault. It was my idea to come here.”

“Well, you are leaving. Now.” T’Challa demanded, the ire radiating off his solid build. “And as far as you,” he turned to D’Kar. “This matter will be resolved.”

“Damn straight it will,” Erik spoke once again. “Soon as I kick your motherfucking ass.”

“Erik, no!”

Perhaps the club wasn’t such a good idea after all.