#thiccdaddy

[migosis]

Imagine: Erik loves your 4c hair as much as you do

- You'd spend the night at his house but you'd always forget your bonnet. Erik would lend you his durag and tie it for you correctly so it wouldn't leave a crease on your forehead. The delight you felt the next time you came over, when you saw the pillows on your side of the bed were fluffed and lined with pink satin pillow cases was unmatched.

- One time you mentioned not being able to part the back of your hair so he watched YouTube videos to learn how to do crisp parts using the rat tail comb

- As a unexpected gift he brought you 3 different types of mousse and said "I heard they're using this for wash n go's now."

- Once when you were doing mini braids, he brought you food so you wouldn't have to cook. He insisted you should rest your arms.

- Before vacation he made sure you had a visor beach hat with an open top design so you could wear your braids or a puff up while poolside.

- When you talked about different styles, he asked you to send him pictures so he could help you decide.

"Let me know when you're doing your hair I wanna help you dentangle."

"Help me detangle?"

"Yeah, you know I got magic fingers." He winked.

"Erik, you are so corny."

"You the one that's blushing, so what that make you?"

"Anyways, I got you this off Tik Tok Shop and I wanna know if they scammed me or not." He handed you a package. You used your nails to tear through the plastic that revealed an Unbrush.

"These been going crazy on there. Okaaaay, I'm a little excited to do my hair now. Thanks, babe."

You divided your hair into 4 sections and he secured the crocodile clips. You let him began with the sections in the back.

You watched him in the mirror, admiring how he handled the fuzzy coils with care, starting at the ends like you taught him. This was your favorite form of intimacy.

"I think they did they big one. Here try it."

You slid the brush through your stands with no hard pulling or tugging.

"Yeah and look barely any hair came out. I think you did your big one. Here do the rest."

He shook his head. You were too excited to be handing him back the brush.

"Be still then, big head."

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[kevrayval]

DARKSEID. NEW GOD FLOW.

[brandalorian]

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[crazycratebreaker]

// Mr.King Dice i reboot what do you think thicc daddy!!//

[elegantgooppievoid]

THICC DADDIES YOU DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED IN KPOP

THICC DADDIES YOU DIDN’T KNOW EXISTED IN KPOP

[carlitos-mejia]

That Greg Universe is one thicc bih. Let me see that Gregussy!

I have been practicing drawing long hair all week, needed something to show off what I’ve learned.

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[chunksbutfunks]

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[llabalaser]

[migosis]

killmonger x reader HC: foot fetish

my very rushed first attempt at a head canon hopefully it don't get deleted 🙈

-when you and erik are sitting on the couch, he is most likely holding your feet as they lay in his lap

-his favorite type of feet pic to receive is when your toes are covered in bubbles in the bathtub

-you first picked up on his admiration for your feet when you asked him which shoe went best with your outfit and he insisted you wear a strappy heel in the dead of winter

"you get ya feet done? lemme see."

-he loves positioning you in reverse cowgirl so that he can pull your hair and see the way your toes curl when he's deep inside of you

-he looks up at you, eyes lusty, gold plated teeth biting into his bottom lip when he feels your foot creeping up his thigh from under the table at a fancy restaurant

"do i need to get the check?" he says

"no, you gotta feed me first babe."

"quit playin then."

"do you reeealy want me to stop? i mean, it doesn't feel like i should stop daddy." you continued to massage the stiff bulge in his jeans

-later that night, you took him laying on your back. his stokes were hitting you so deeply that you tried to pull away for some relief.

"where you going? hmm? daddy's right here, I got you."

-once you closed your legs and rested your feet on his chest, the pressure from his grip on your plush thighs turned the soft tissue of his nail beds white

your wetness squeezed him tight. "fuuuuck" he grunts

-he delivered slow stokes. filling you up and making your eyes roll back into your head. when you propped your legs on his shoulders he immediately turned his head, planting soft kisses landing your ankle and eventually the curved soles of your feet.

-you could tell by his ragged breathing that he was unraveling and when he finally did, you felt warm spirts land on your tummy.

-he looked down at you, your finger hanging from your lip innocently while your cotton candy pink painted toes teased the sensitive head of his dick.

"damn, i love you girl." he smirked. you giggled in his ear as he attacked your face with playful kisses.

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[laketaj24]

Black Tie Event: Erik Killmonger

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

Pairing: Reader x Erik Killmonger

Warnings: Fluff

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

“What?” He called from the closet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We got time.”

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

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

“Later tonight.”

“That a promise?”

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

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

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[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.😁😈

~~~~~~~~~~~

 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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Quandary Part Ten

Hello everyone! It’s been over a year since I’ve update this series. I’m so sorry for the delay. The Rona gave me the inspiration I needed to finish this lol. 

(1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9)

Pairing: Erik x Black Fem!Reader x T’Challa 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, angst

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“C’mon baby! Don’t you want to be the Queen again?” Erik proposed, taking a step forward as he gripped your wrist. 

“I never stopped being Queen,” you scoffed as you snatched away from his hold, “and you know that.” 

“(Y/N)—”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Our plan will work, (Y/N).” M’baku insisted. 

“T’s been fucking up for years and its my goddamn turn to be King!” Erik roared as he slammed his fist on the desk.

You rolled your eyes at his callow outburst. Erik was wrong. T’Challa has been an excellent king. The only thing he fucked up was your marriage. Being a philandering cad doesn’t equate to being an awful king. You couldn’t believe Erik would participate in something like this. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you counted to ten. 

“Didn’t you try this already? T’Challa almost killed your ass and I’m sure they won’t heal you this time.”

“Baby—“

“No! You all are ungrateful pieces of shit and I’m done with this conversation.”

“(Y/N) wait!” They shouted in unison.

��T ain’t in his right mind so—“

“Have any of you lost a child?”

M’baku and Erik shook their heads while Nakia rolled her eyes at you. She had one more time to roll them and you were going to snatch them out. 

“I have and it almost killed me. So, I can’t even fathom how T’Challa must feel because this is the second time he has lost a child.”

“I didn’t know the two of you lost a child. I am sorry, (Y/N). M’baku frowned. 

“You are unfit to be a mother. I have known this for quite some time now.” Nakia boasted as she crossed her legs. 

“I don’t know why but T’Challa truly loved you Nakia and you just had to break his heart twice.” 

Nakia just smirked at you. The coldness in her eyes caused you to shake your head in disbelief. It made no sense how much this woman fed off of chaos. It was ridiculous. T’Challa couldn’t see it and now she’s got her hooks so deep in M’baku that he’s willing to challenge T’Challa again. 

“M’baku, this isn’t you. You’re a good man. Don’t let her drag you down this road.” 

You turned your back to them before exiting Erik’s office. You were so disappointed in your husband. You thought he’d put this idea away but you were wrong. Was he never going to change? Was having you not enough? Why did he need to rule this country too? How come he’s never truly satisfied? 

—

You spent time with Shuri in her lab to clear your mind. She needed a soundboard for her latest invention and you were more than happy for the distraction. You wanted to forget that this afternoon happened. After you wrapped things up with Shuri you grabbed dinner by yourself. You just needed an hour of alone time. After dinner you decided to stop by and see how T’Challa was doing before you went home to Erik. 

T’Challa was dancing with a light shade as you walked in. He was rocking back and forth as he slurred some lyrics you couldn’t understand. He struggled holding the lamp with one hand while the other held a bottle of Courvoisier. At least he wasn’t moping around in his bed. You observed him for a few minutes before walking over to him. 

“Are you drunk?”

“Y-yes.” T’Challa hiccuped. 

“T’Challa—“

“—Are you going to judge me or catch up?” He interrupted. 

You didn’t want to admit it but you weren’t ready to deal with Erik so you snagged the bottle from his hand and took a swig or two. Before you knew it the bottle was empty and you and T’Challa were on the couch playing I Spy. 

“I spy something crooked.” You giggled.

“That’s not very spe-specific.” 

“Just guess!” You sighed. 

“Okay something crooked,” T’Challa started pointing around the room, “Aha! Is it the sound bar?” 

He frowned as you shook your head. He looked around the room once more before giving up. 

“Your hairline!” You threw your head back as you cackled. The dramatic gasp from T’Challa only made you laugh harder. He laughed with you. Your heart swelled as his laugh rang through the room. It’s been months since you’ve heard him laugh. Your laughter stopped once you saw how T’Challa was looking at you. 

“What?” 

“Bast, I am so stupid for leaving you.” He admitted as he gazed at you fondly. 

“Stop beating yourself up about what happened years ago, T’Challa. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“You remember you had to t—teach me the wobble before our wedding?”

“Damn that was a difficult time.” You sighed. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“You can’t dance worth shit.”

“I can do a little something.”

“A little nothing.” You snickered.

T’Challa finished the bottle of Courvoisier swallowing the last shot before placing the empty bottle on the table. He wiped his face before he laid on the couch, plopping his cold feet in your lap. 

“What did Agent Ross say?”

“Same old same old. He keeps hinting that he wants to move here with his family.” You yawned as you stretched your arms before adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position on the couch. 

“And what did you tell him?”

“I politely hinted that Wakanda isn’t allowing outsiders to stay for the time being.” 

“Yes. That is smart. Thank you.” T’Challa mumbled before falling to sleep. Several minutes later his light snores had you drifting off. 

___

T’Challa’s loud ass snore woke you up. You pinched a kimoyo bead to find out what time it was. It was a quarter to midnight. You knew Erik would be up waiting for you to get home. You carefully removed T’Challa’s feet from your lap as you stood up from the couch. You grabbed a blanket and covered his sleeping form before leaving. You slowly counted the seconds it took you to get back home. You knew there was an argument waiting to happen once you opened your door. Just like you predicted Erik was standing right next to the door once you entered the house. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Erik shouted. 

“I was with T’Challa and lost track of time.” 

“You told him?” 

“I didn’t tell him anything because nothing ain’t happening.” You rolled your eyes as you passed him. 

“Yes, it is happening!”

“I’m tired of arguing with you.”

“We wouldn’t fight all the time if you would just do what I say!” 

“Oh so I’m just supposed to keep quiet and follow  your orders like a good little soldier? Did you bump your head and forget who you married?” 

“Nah it seems like you forgot who you married!” 

You placed your head in your hands. What has your marriage become? Arguing over your ex every fucking day was getting on your nerves. 

“I thought I married my soulmate. I thought I married my best friend. I thought I married someone who I could be content with for the rest of my life but now I’m not so sure.” You threw up your hands in frustration before flopping on the couch. 

“Now I see why T did your ass like he did.” 

The room was so silent you could hear a pen drop. You raised your head and looked into your husband’s eyes. You could see the rage in his pupils but once he realized what he said his rage was replaced with regret. He stepped over to you and placed his hand on your knee as he sat next to you. He tried to cup your face but you turned your head. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He whispered. 

The tears you fought back stung your eyes. You were so tired of being hurt by everyone you loved. All you ever did was give them all you had and apparently it wasn’t enough. You sighed deeply before looking back at him. 

“You did mean it, Erik.” You pushed his hand off your knee before standing up, “Good night.” 

—

That night you tossed and turned in bed while Erik had no problem sleeping. Your mind was uneasy and you just couldn’t stop thinking. You saw something move under the sheets below your legs. You gasped as you felt light touches on your thighs. You flipped back the covers shocked to see T’Challa between your legs. 

“T’Challa.” You hissed. 

You looked over at Erik’s sleeping form. T’Challa must have a death wish. Sneaking into your bedroom while Erik was right there. This man has lost his goddamn mind. 

“Just relax, entle.” He smirked. 

“Erik is going to wake up and kill us both.” You whispered. 

“Not if you stay quiet.” He began to kiss your thighs as he lifted your night dress. 

“No—we can’t.” You tried to push his head away from you but one flick of his tongue had you second guessing. 

“I can smell how much you need me, (Y/N).” T’Challa’s warm breath against your pussy made you tingle all over. You tried to stay as quiet and still as possible but the strong licks against your folds caused you to squirm. 

“Yes.” You moaned, throwing your head back against a pillow. 

“You taste even better than I remember.”

“Shit.” T’Challa covered your mouth with his free hand to muffle your whines. You were getting louder and louder. You were getting close. T’Challa ate your pussy so well. He always did. Each passing second brought you closer to your orgasm. Every flick and swirl made you wetter. You didn’t know how much you missed this. Suddenly he stopped and removed his hand from your mouth. 

“Why’d you stop?” You groaned in frustration.

“Tell me how much you miss me.” He smirked. 

“T’Challa...” you muttered. You didn’t have time for games. You needed to cum now. You rolled your eyes as you looked down and saw the playful glint in his eyes. 

“Tell me so I can finish what I started.” He murmured as he sucked on a particular sensitive spot inside your thigh. 

“I miss you.” You admitted. 

“How much?” He blew on your sensitive clit, causing your thighs to shake. 

“Mmm fuck—So much!”

“Who do you love?” He groaned as he shoved two long fingers into your dripping folds. 

“You.” You whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. You felt like your body was on fire. It’s been so long. 

“And who eats your pussy the best?” T’Challa flicked around your clit a few more times before closing his mouth around it, sucking enthusiastically while fingering you faster. That alluring heat in your belly began to uncoil as your eyes fluttered closed. 

“You do! Only you, T’Challa! I’m cumming!” 

Your emphatic cries stirred Erik from his sleep and when you turned to look at him his eyes were already locked on yours. Fear rushed over you at the deception in Erik’s eyes. He swore at you before jumping off the bed, kicking T’Challa in his chin. T’Challa fell to the ground and Erik climbed over him as he wrapped his fingers around T’Challa’s neck. T’Challa groaned in pain as he failed to get Erik’s hands from around his throat. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, T!” Erik seethed, choking back a sob as he continued to strangle his cousin. 

You wiped the tears from your eyes as you shot up from the bed, hastily making your way over to them. You gripped Erik’s shoulder, trying to pull him off of T’Challa but Erik wouldn’t let go. 

“Erik stop! You’re killing him!” 

Erik pushed you away from him and you fell to the floor a sobbing mess. How could you do this? You knew all to well the pain of infidelity. You were better than this. Erik shook his head at you. 

“How could you do this to me?” 

“Baby, I—I’m sorry!” You sniffled. 

“I’m not your fucking baby! I’m not your anything!” Erik hissed before lunging at you.

You jolted awake, sitting up as you wiped the tears from your eyes. That was a dream? You looked over, sighing in relief at Erik’s sleeping form. Bast. That was a dream. More like a nightmare. Your nerves were getting worse. 

“You okay, baby?” Erik croaked as he reached for you. You wrapped your hand around his and kissed it. 

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” 

Erik grumbled a few words before drifting back to sleep. Your mind was going a mile a minute. As new thoughts crossed your mind you worried even more. You would never cheat on Erik. Never! Yes, you love T’Challa but you weren’t in love with him. Your heart belonged to Erik and Erik only. You did not want this challenge to happen. It was impossible for you to love Erik more than you already did but deep down, you truly believed he would not be a better king than T’Challa. M’baku had more of a level head but that doesn’t mean he would be a better fit. A challenge is not what your country needed right now. It was time for you to start thinking with your head and not your heart. However, that may be more difficult than you assumed it would. Hours passed before sleep finally consumed you. 

——

Several days passed before the morning of the monthly council meeting arrived. Last night you overheard Erik and M’baku discussing their plans for challenging T’Challa today. No matter what you said Erik would not budge on this matter. A fight is what he wanted. He truly believed that he was a better fit for the throne and if not him then M’baku. Just as long as T’Challa was no longer king. 

To say you were exasperated of the constant conflict would be a vast understatement. To put it plainly you were a green tennis ball and T’Challa and Erik were Venus and Serena. By the looks of things it seemed like this tennis match would never end. Is this what the rest of your life was going to be? One quandary after another? Why did your happiness seem insignificant? How come Erik couldn’t see how much you loved him? Were you doing something wrong? Were you not showing enough love? Was all this your fault? Were you incapable of giving and receiving love? 

As everyone entered the throne room most were pleased to see T’Challa in his chair. He didn’t attend the last two meetings and you had to step in. He was doing better. He was determined to show everyone he was healing. You frowned as Nakia walked in with her father. She knew she wasn’t welcome. Lord knows she was always ready to start some mess. You let it go. You wanted this meeting to be stress free. 

Shuri stood between you and T’Challa, smiling at you as she updated everyone on her latest projects. The meeting was going smoothly. Or at least it was before Erik and M’baku stood up suddenly, interrupting Okoye’s presentation of the new Dora Milaje in training. 

“I challenge T’Challa for the mantle of king.” Erik and M’baku announced in unison. Damn they didn’t waste anytime. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing and your heart rate sped up. Welp, here we go! You could see Okoye and the Dora grip their spears in annoyance.

Gasps filled the room with the sudden outburst. Your eyes scanned the room. Everyone was not expecting this again. The leaders of the border and mining tribe rolled their eyes. The leader of the river tribe shook his head in disappointment. 

“Izigende!” The elder of the merchant tribe chastised. 

“Inkosi yam,” you whispered. T’Challa turned toward you with a blank expression. He probably thought you were a part of their ruse. You sighed as you shook your head, “you don’t have to accept their challenge.” He frowned. 

“M’baku, N’Jadaka—What is the meaning of all this?” Queen Mother stood as she pointed at them. Before they could open their mouths to explain Nakia took a heavy step forward, drawing everyone’s attention. 

“I challenge (Y/N) for the mantle of Queen.” 

Once again the room was filled with several gasps and murmurs. T’Challa scoffed and Shuri gripped your shoulder. You don’t know why but you smiled. Your smile turned into a giggle then your giggle turned into a full blown cackle. Tears pricked your eyes because you were laughing so hard. You wiped your eyes as you tried to control your laughs but one look at Nakia’s father sent you into another fit of giggles. You didn’t think his mouth could get any wider but it did. You were wrong. Just when you thought this situation couldn’t get any more absurd. 

The river tribe leader grabbed his daughter’s arm to reprimand her but she snatched away from him as she mumbled a few curses. The nerve of this bitch to think she deserved the throne? After all the chaos she’s caused in the last few years? Nakia was downright delusional. Can you even challenge a Queen? It has never happened before. This was embarrassing. Your laughter ceased abruptly as a pressing thought crossed your mind. You sat up straight, pulling yourself together before you addressed your husband, “Did you know that she was going to challenge me?” You fought back several tears because you already knew the answer but you needed to hear him say it. 

“Yeah, of course I did.” He shrugged. 

“Of course you—“ you choked back a sob. The coldness in his eyes made you uncomfortable. He planned this? He thought you were unfit to be queen? Does this mean he’d rather have Nakia as his queen then you? He knew more than anyone how you felt about Nakia but he still went along with some bullshit like this? Wow. 

“I accept your challenge.” T’Challa answered. 

The room was so silent you could hear a pen drop. You weren’t expecting him to accept but you weren’t entirely surprised he did. This was not going to end well. 

“Do not do this my son.” Ramonda pleaded. 

“The ceremony will take weeks to prepare!” 

“I can wait a couple of weeks.” Erik smirked. 

“Take all the time you need, Elders.” M’baku nodded as his tribe, Erik and Nakia sauntered out of the throne room with him. 

Okoye, Queen Mother, Shuri and the Elders were talking at T’Challa. Some expressed their disappointment in T’Challa for accepting the challenge and the others unsure of where to start in preparations. T’Challa lifted his hand to silence the room. 

“Leave us.” He barked. 

One by one everyone left the room, some more quiet than others. You shook your head as the door closed, leaving you and T’Challa alone in the throne room. 

“You shouldn’t have accepted their challenge.” 

“Are you afraid they will succeed?”

“No, I j—just have a bad feeling deep down in my gut that someone will die.” You admitted. 

“I am not afraid to die.”

“This will not end well!” 

“I have no one left to fight for. No wife, no son! What does it matter if I die?” He bellowed as his glossy eyes met yours. 

He stood from the throne, passing you as he ambled up the few stairs to peer out of the massive windows. You turned to look at him. His tense shoulders and bowed head told you all that you needed to know. He was scared and hopeless. 

“It matters to me,” You stood up from your seat, taking a few steps closer to T’Challa, “If you won’t fight for yourself then fight for me. Fight for your family. Fight for your kingdom.”

T’Challa frowned as he looked at you. The doubt was still there. He wasn’t convinced. 

“Don’t get me wrong you’ve done a lot of terrible things as a person, but you’re a damn good king.” You admitted, smiling softly. 

T’Challa smiled before crossing his arms over his chest. You followed suit, chuckling quietly at the new found hope in his eyes.

“We start our training with Okoye at dawn.” 

“Excuse me? What do you mean ‘our’ training?” You frowned at him. 

“Did you miss the part where Nakia challenged you for the mantle?” He raised an eyebrow as he took a step closer to you. 

“Nakia doesn’t scare me, T’Challa.” 

“The fact that she can be vaguely unpredictable should alarm you, mfazi.” 

You didn’t want to admit it but he was right. You didn’t trust Nakia at all. She was a serpent. She was as fickle as they came. You needed to remain sharp because there’s no telling what she will do to get her way. You couldn’t afford a misstep. Not now. Not later. Not ever. 

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes at him, “I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” T’Challa beamed at you as you walked away. He wasn’t sure of how this challenge would turn out. At first he was a tiny bit troubled. Now that he knew you were by his side most of his insecurities dwindled. Maybe he could win this after all. He earned his place as king and he wasn’t going down without a fight. 

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Social Media Woes (2) - Snippet Saturday

Sorry y'all, more snippets ahead. RL makes demands and I have to make some tough decisions/moves. Long story short, I need to calm my nerves, mind and muscles after a super challenging week... With ultimatums and triggers. Thanks for being patient with me. I'll bounce back in due time. So here's a look ahead...

Official posting TBA

Marcus:

Erik (after haircut):

Troy:

Car:

*****

"Yo! Marcus, wait up man!"

The bigger man sighed heavily. "What do you want now? And no, I'm not interested in your bomb plan."

"It's not like that. I need your help with something different."

M'Baku, in his disguise, crossed his arms. "Okay, what is it? And make it quick."

"Best barber in town?"

Marcus narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Erik huffed. "Listen. There's this chick who wouldn't leave me alone. She's… strange. A serial stalker, and I often wonder what her intentions are."

Marcus smirked, then cocked an eyebrow. "So? Solve it."

Agitated, Erik crossed his arms. "How? How am I supposed to be okay with this? The very first day we crossed paths, she tried touching my locs. Stole my glasses once, too. I cannot stand the idea of letting her get too close."

"Your problem, not mine. Where's Troy?"

Erik rolled his eyes. "T'Challa ain't home. Can I get your best barber's number, please?"

"But what about the Royal family in Wakanda?"

"It'll grow back. I just need to get rid of this distraction of hers."

Marcus retrieved a pen and paper from his jacket and scribbled. "Good luck. I'm about to be late for study hour."

Erik bit back a chuckle. "Relax man," he said as he took the paper. "At least you get to be sent out here as a spy. Us two have to study."

Marcus chuckled. "I already graduated, silly. Good luck, though."

~•~•~

It's been nice crossing paths with Marcus, but there are more pressing issues at hand.

You.

Erik made it out of the barbershop and spotted Troy Clue in his convertible.

"So where are we headed?" his cousin asked.

"Make it Jugo Juice or Tim's. I'm starved!"

Troy revved the engine to hide the loud growl in his own stomach. "Actually, Boston Pizza has special discounts today. Let's see what they've got."

Erik smirked. "All that fattening stuff? Really, Cuz? I could've sworn your Pops has a vendetta with them."

By now, they were already on the go.

"But Uncle said it's cool, especially when we're with a group of people."

Erik looked around. "And, where is this group?"

"At school. That's why I'm headed in that direction first."

Erik sighed. "As long as we don't see that stalker, I'm good."

Troy made a knowing glance. "You sure? I mean, I've been tracking her IP address for a while and she's spent the previous night Google searching your name."

"What time was that?"

"Around 1:30am. Straight from her dorm room."

Erik's mouth opened and closed when his phone dropped from his hand.

"I know it sounds crazy, but-"

"How do we keep her away from Wakanda? I know that piece of information remains hidden from the world, but this entire situation is giving me trust issues. When it's my turn, I want to open Wakanda's borders and put a stop to the atrocities Black people experience... But she presents a frickin' setback!"

Troy cocked an eyebrow. "Ahem. We won't know until we fight for the mantle. Regardless of who wins, I will gladly open Wakanda's borders. However..."

As they pulled up at the parking lot, Troy gave Erik a stern look.

"What makes you think she's more powerful than you? Powerful enough to ruin your leadership, or chances of success? You've always been the smart one."

Erik's eyes lit up. "Hol' up, Cuz. I got it."

"A solution I presume?"

"Nah... Even better." A triumphant smirk brightened his features. "It requires grit, but I'll need your help on this one."

"Oh?"

"Let's order some pizza and all that good stuff, host a party at our luxury dorm, and..."

Troy tried his hardest not to laugh. "And?"

"Don't laugh!" Erik snapped. "It's time to concentrate. Or else I'll tell the others back home why Shuri's better than you!"

"Okay, okay! So what is this game plan?"

Erik bit back a chuckle, grabbed his cousin by the collar and whispered his vile ideas in his ear. Troy's eyes lit up, followed by a low whistle and pulled away.

"You're sure about this?"

"Let's get to it."

Erik unbuckled his seat and stepped out of the car; confidence accentuated his every move as he headed into the restaurant. Troy's fingers tapped the steering wheel.

"Bast, what did I get myself into?"

Knock knock.

Troy looked up to see an agitated Erik pointing towards Boston Pizza. How'd he get there so fast? Unbuckled from his seat, he stepped out and shut the door.

"Aye, chill out man," said Erik, surprisingly calm, tapping Troy's shoulders. "At the end of the day, I have the end goal here. Now let's keep it casual until then - or else I'll give Shuri a boost. And she gets to rule over you for a year."

Now an agitated Troy chased a mischievous Erik into Boston Pizza. Talk about role reversal.

*****

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