Nah Amb They Gotta See Us

Nah Amb they gotta see us

T'Challa and nakia have a secret baby. that's why she was gone for so long and so obsessed with making him and bashira pay

http://affinitymagazine.us/2016/10/06/not-all-clowns-are-killers-but-they-might-be-racist/

I hope sis is being facetious cause ain't nobody got time for you to be demanding shit and her sharing her gift with us is a G I F T

I guess I’m kicking someone’s @princessstevens ass

Bitchhhhhhhhh

It’s T W O of E M

The Devil Speaks Xhosa

My second Spooky Season fic written for my baby @blackpantherismyish. She’s been waiting ever so patiently for this and I’ve finally gotten the time to write it. Despite the title of this fic, both Xhosa and French will be spoken and I’ll have translations listed down below. So without further adieu, let’s get spooky bitches!

Pairing: D’Erik Stevens x Black OC

Word Count: 2K

“Yiza kum,” the deep voice rumbled. It was the same voice that had been invading Alisha’s dreams every night for the last few weeks.

“Yiza kum Princess,” the voice called again as she began to stir.

“Ndilinde wena…”

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Somebody pop all day (hol’ up)

Somebody on they way (hol’ up)

I wore the crown all day (hol’ up)

Somebody can’t relate (hol’ up)

Stay down with no fakin’ (go up)

Top-down, I’ve been racin’ (go up)

She wild and been dangerous (go up)

My crown in rotation, yeah

The sounds of X by Kendrick Lamar filled the room as the alarm blared. Once again Alisha was awakened before she could get a good look at the man that the dark voice belonged to. The only thing she could make out in the darkness were long, neatly braided dreads and glowing amber eyes. She had tried researching on her own to determine the origin of the language the dark figure spoke, but so far was having no luck. She decided to question her friend Skylar, thankful that she knew someone that specialized in linguistics.

Skylar looked at the poorly spelled words for all of five minutes before she spoke.

“This looks like Xhosa, although you spelled a few of the words wrong,” the young woman states, pulling off her glasses.

“What the hell is Xhosa and how did you..” Alisha’s words trail off as she stares at her friend.

“It’s my job love,” Skylar replies with a smile, sipping her white chocolate mocha from Starbucks. Sensing more questions coming, she decides to continue.

“It’s most commonly spoken in South Africa, Zimbabwe, and Wakanda.” Alisha raised an eyebrow, staring at her best friend incredulously. She vaguely remembered Erik talking about Wakanda once or twice but had assumed that it was merely a fairytale.

“So you telling me some African nigga is visiting me in my dreams?” Skylar could only laugh at her friend’s exasperated tone.

“Seems that way my love.”

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“Are you coming my Halloween party or not?” Zara’s small voice called from Alisha’s headphones. Spooky Season as she referred to it was Zara’s favorite time of year and every year she threw the most extravagant Halloween party Oakland had ever seen. Alisha had been going over the idea of social interaction for the last few days. Being the extroverted introvert she was, she wanted to go, but knew she’d regret it as soon as she got there. 

“Come on bitch,” Zara yelled as she came back into view on the screen. “You’ve been cooped up in the house ever since Erik left, you need to have some fun.”

“What I need to do is mind my business and wait for my boyfriend to come back from SEAL training.”

“I told you she’d say no,” Skylar’s voice called from somewhere offscreen.

“You bitches really don’t have any faith in me, do you?”

“It’s not that we don’t have faith in you,” Zara began.

“We just know you,” Skylar finished.

“Fiiiiine,” Alisha groaned, knowing her friends would never let her live it down if she stayed inside. “I’ll go, but I’m not dressing as a sexy nothing,” she scolded.

“Oh we don’t expect you to. Neither of us want to face the wrath of Erik Stevens when it comes to his ‘princess’,” Skylar called back. The three women share a laugh before ending the FaceTime call. Alisha finished her nightly rituals before climbing into bed, cuddling with Bruce, the stuffed Batman bear Erik had gifted her for her birthday. She turned on her favorite ASMR video on YouTube and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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“Tu es mon chéri,” the same dark voice from her previous dreams called out to her.

“Je pensais que tu étais Africain,” she called back, searching the darkness for the owner of the voice.

“Je parle plusieurs langues,” the voice admits, seeming to come somewhere from her left. She changed directions, allowing herself to be pulled towards a golden light at the end of the dark tunnel. She stops dead in her tracks when she’s face to face with the man of her dreams.

“E-Erik?”

“Ce n’est pas mon nom, princesse.”

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Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol’ up)

“Gahdammit!” Alisha screams into the darkness as her alarm once again interrupts her dream. She turned on the lamp beside her bed, staring hard at the picture of her beloved boyfriend. Why was he visiting her in her dreams and why would he say that Erik wasn’t his name? Her mind continued to swirl with questions as she dressed for the day and headed to class. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she was sure gonna find out.

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Halloween Night

Alisha’s Costume

“This bitch really dressed as her man for Halloween,” Cruella de Zara remarked as Alisha made her way towards her friends through the crowded party.

“I like it. It’s different,” Skylar perked, twirling around in her Gryffindor costume.

“I told y’all I wasn’t dressing as the typical “sexy” whatever for Halloween, besides, I think I look good.”

“Oh you most definitely do,” a familiar deep voice called from behind her. She turns on her heels to face the “stranger” and felt a wave of relief when she saw who it was.

“Erik!” She exclaimed, throwing her plush body into his. He caught her in one fluid motion, burying his face in her neck.

“Guess that’s our cue to leave,” Zara says to Skylar. Both women finish their drinks and move deeper into the party, leaving Alisha to enjoy her reunion with her favorite Seaman.

“I missed you so much,” she hummed against his skin. He didn’t respond but held her close, inhaling the intoxicating scent of mango and Shea butter that coated her neat, shoulder length dreads.

“Encore mieux que ce que j'avais imaginé,” the man said and she froze. She pulled back from the hug only to be met with the same glowing amber eyes from her dream. His dreads were braided neatly to the back and he wore nothing but a long black cardigan and black slacks. Thousands of keloid scars littered his skin and a thick gold necklace with what appeared to be panther teeth decorating it replaced the chain that held his father’s ring on his neck.

“E-E — ,” she began, but a thick finger against her lips and another in her pants stopped her sentence. Two of his thick fingers slowly massaged her clit as he continue to hold her close. He placed soft kisses behind her ear before he spoke again.

“You might wanna keep quiet, unless you want all of your friends to know what a dirty little slut you are.”

Alisha moaned softly, thankful for how dark the room was that way she could continue to fuck herself on his fingers in peace.

“Let’s go somewhere more quiet,” he spoke again. With a snap of his thick fingers they had been transported to the same dark room from her dream, a large throne like chair in the middle of the space. He stood before her, dressed this time in a solid black bodysuit with gold detailing, the thick panther teeth necklace still around his neck. He smiled a sinister smile, the gold bottom fangs she loved so much gleaming in the dim light of the room.

“Eri —,” she tried again, but was cut off by his soft lips engulfing hers in a heated kiss. Her entire body heated as he trailed soft kisses down her neck, stripping her of the armor that donned her chest, revealing her ample breasts. He took turns suckling her round nipples in his mouth, teasing and nipping at them ever so gently.

“You look good dressed like that nigga,” he stated as he slowly undressed her. The sensible side of her wanted to question what was going on and why he was referring to himself in the third person, but as always, he knew her body and he knew how to completely scramble her brain to the point that nothing made sense.

“Umhle kakhulu,” he cooed against her skin, lowering himself so that he was face to face with her heated love cave. With one hard tug, he had ripped the camouflage cargo pants at the seam and had her bent over the throne, drinking her essence as though it were his life source. Her hands gripped the arms of the throne tightly as she rolled her hips so that his tongue reached every inch of her dripping sex. Her moans echoed throughout the space as she rode his face and he feasted from her with a vigor that he’d never had before. He sucked and licked until her moans became a jumble of incoherent squeaks and squeals as her orgasm washed over her. He slurped and slurped until he’s successfully cleaned his plate, his beard soaked with her juices. He lifted her from his face and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself as he had just done.

“Ungowami,” he growled as he sat on the throne, positioning her so that she straddled his lap. He wasted no time thrusting into her slickness, causing her to gasp loudly as she struggled to adjust to his size. Though he had been gone a little over a month, he seemed bigger than she remembered and she moaned her appreciation as he stretched her. Her soft voice sang him praises as he touched spots only he knew existed within her. His hands on her waist brought her down harder on him as he worked to bring them both to their releases.

“Dis mon nom,” he growled as he stroked her gspot in the most delicious way, making her walls clench and squeeze him tightly.

“Mon roi,” she whispered as her orgasm threatened to consume her.

“Laisse le sortir,” he growled once more as they spilled their love onto one another. She panted softly as she tried to bring herself back to the present.

“Je reviendrai,” he whispered into her skin as the throne room morphed back into Zara’s bedroom and she drifted off to sleep.

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Are you on ten yet? (hol’ up)

Are you on ten yet? (hol’ up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Alisha groaned as her alarm blared through the darkness. She rolled out of bed and was about to make her way to the bathroom to start her morning rituals when she heard voices coming from her living room. She quietly shuffled into the room where she was greeted by Zara, Skylar and —

“ERIK!” she exclaimed as she jumped in his arms the same way she had done the night before.

Speaking of the night before..

“You good, Princess? Skylar and Zara told me they had to bring you home because you passed out at the party last night.

Well that explains why my head hurts so damn bad, she thought to herself.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she finally spoke. She and Erik quickly settled into their usual routine of discussing his mission and cracking jokes with Zara and Skylar that the man on the couch was soon forgotten. After a beat, Erik got up from the table and walked over to him.

“Hey Princess, come here for a second,” Erik called to Alisha. She walked over to where the men stood and opened her mouth to speak, but her words died in her throat. Standing before her was the man from last night, the same man that had been invading her dreams ever since Erik left for training. His long dreads were braided to the back as they had been in each encounter and his usually amber eyes were now a bright hazel.

“Alisha, this is my twin brother, D’Erik. D’Erik, this is my girlfriend Alisha.”

Alisha paled as D’Erik stretched his hand out to her.

“Je vous ai dit que je reviendrais.”

TRANSLATIONS

Yiza kum - come to me

Yiza kum Princess - come to me Princess

Ndilinde wena - I’ll be waiting

Tu es mon chéri - You’re my darling

Je pensais que tu étais Africain - I thought you were African

Je parle plusieurs langues - I speak many languages

Ce n’est pas mon nom, princesse - That’s not my name, Princess

Encore mieux que ce que j'avais imaginé - Even better than I had imagined

Umhle kakhulu - You are so beautiful

Ungowami - You’re mine

Dis mon nom - Say my name

Mon roi - My king

Je reviendrai - I’ll be back

Je vous ai dit que je reviendrais - I told you I’d come back

A/N: If any of these translations are incorrect, please blame Google Translate and not me.

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Ok Mr Semantics 🙄

Like how she has your hoodie so do you have any of her clothes?

Or I know you guys cook for each other so do you have any of her pots or Tupperware?

Do you have any of Ari's stuff at your place Erik?

Erik: like what?

My Fed bitch must be leaking live footage of my life cause the way this burns...

me: *says “guess I’ll just die then” 24/7 at any slight inconvenience *

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