I honestly like writing gay Erik so yeahhhh here's another one
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Erik is absolutely in love with you. You're a curator at an art museum and specialise in African & African-American art. Erik runs to you, hugging you. You have the figure of a football player: tall, broad, and muscular.
"Hello, little king," you murmur, cupping his face as you kiss him.
"Hey, my king."
You chuckle as you kiss your beautiful boyfriend.
"How was work?"
"Good. We got new pieces from Ghana but I have a feeling they are from Wakanda."
"Wakanda?"
"Yes."
Erik knows you are from Wakanda and from the Jabari tribe. You had left Wakanda when you were 16 as a war dog but left the program to live a normal life.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you ever take me there? To wakanda?"
"Of course. My baba wants to meet you and so does my mother. Wants to meet the man who stole my heart."
Erik smiles as he tiptoes to kiss your cheek.
"Love you."
"Love you more."
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You hold Erik's waist as you two stand in the gallery. You two wear matching suits, Erik braiding his dreads back and wrapping a kente cloth around his shoulders and pinned in place. You have a fur pinned to your shoulders.
"And this is curator Kasim Coal and his..."
"Boyfriend," Erik says.
"Boyfriend Erik Stevens. Gentlemen, King T'Chaka and his son, Prince T'Challa."
You raise an eyebrow as Erik presses closer to you, eyeing T'Challa. You feel T'Challa study you and you smile.
"Your majesty."
"I know you...you're father is Dakarai Coal? High Priest of the Jabari?"
"Yes," you say with a broad smile, gently peeling Erik from you much to his displeasure. "How do you know my old man?"
"He went to see Zuri."
"So is it true...? Mother mentioned it but I know she can be quite dramatic."
"That him and Zuri are dating? Yes."
You smile.
"Good."
T'Chaka and T'Challa gave you a questioning look.
"I knew my father loves my mother but he never seemed genuinely...happy. You know as if he was suppressing a part of himself."
"Ah, he does seem happy," T'Chaka says making you smile.
"Now I must go home. I must see this Zuri. He is obviously quite worthy if he can tame a Jabari man. Now if someone would tame my chief."
The two men laugh and Erik walks off. You frown.
"Is he..."
"I'll check on him. I would love to talk again before you leave."
"How about you come to the hotel and talk?"
"I would love that. Here's my—oh. Okay that works too."
T'Challa hands you a bracelet and you smile, saluting him and the king.
"I look forward to seeing you two very soon."
You walk off, looking for Erik.
"Erik."
He turns and you embrace him from the back. He smiles as you kiss his forehead.
"Why did you leave?"
"I needed some air."
You study your boyfriend.
"Did I upset you? You know you can tell me."
"I'm fine my king," Erik says as he hugs you.
You grunt not buying it but letting it go.
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Erik enters the apartment to see you and T'Challa talking, laughing, and two glasses of wine on the table. Milaje, the black pit bull you two adopted, is laying between you two.
"Once when I was younger, my baba threw me into the snow to wake me up."
T'Challa laughs, slapping your knee and you finally notice Erik.
"Babe!"
Erik walks away and you frown.
"Excuse me. I'll be right back."
You follow Erik to the bedroom and close the door.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Lies. You don't say hello. No kiss. No hug. You don't even pet Milaje."
"I'm fine."
You frown.
"Erik..."
He ignores you.
"N'Jadaka."
The name sounds deadly coming from you and Erik freezes as your hand is on his neck, raising his head. Erik moans as you kiss him.
"When he's gone you are being punished."
Erik whines.
"No!"
"Then tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
Your eyes narrow.
"You're being punished and that's final."
You walk off and Erik pants.
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You hug T'Challa goodbye, closing the door as you put Milaje in her room. You enter the bedroom and Erik is sitting on the bed.
"Come here."
Erik hesitates but a sharp look has him scrambling to you. He is in front of you and you look down at him. He feels small.
"Kneel."
Erik lowers himself and you raise his chin.
"Because I'm not a horrible punisher I'll let you pick: 20 hits with my hand or the paddle."
"Hand..."
"Hand who?"
"Hand Master."
"Good boy."
You walk away and sit on the chair. You motion him over and he crawls over.
"Stand and lose your pants and underwear. Matter of fact: strip."
Erik obeys and you lick your lips at the exposed skin. Erik looks so good you can eat him up. He feels shy and goes to cover himself.
"Don't."
He relaxes.
"Over my knees."
Erik obeys.
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"19!"
Erik is crying and you sigh. You gently rub his read cheeks and he moans.
"One more hit."
The smack is loud, hard, and Erik yelps in pain. You gently pull him to straddle your lap. You grab the jar of soothing gel and apply a dollop to your hand. You massage his butt as he holds your neck, crying.
"Now, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Erik shakes his head and you sigh.
"Do you want to go to bed?"
Erik nods, clutching you as you gently pick him up and lay him down. You strip and join him, pulling him on top of you. Erik has calmed down and his breathing has slowed.
What is bothering your love?
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Erik is in awe at Wakanda and you chuckle as he is like a child at Disneyland. You pull him against your chest.
"Behave."
"I will!"
T'Challa walks over and you smile, hugging him. Erik growls. You notice and raise an eyebrow. You smile as T'Challa greets Erik.
"Come! Your baba awaits."
You follow, Erik quiet.
"Baba!"
"My son!"
The tall man hugs you and you smile.
"Baba this is N'Jadaka but he prefers Erik."
"Hello! I am Dakarai."
"Erik."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
You roll your eyes becoming slightly annoyed.
"Let me go say hello to Zuri."
You walk away and Erik frowns as you don't take him with you. He sees T'Challa join you, your arm going around his shoulders. His frown deepens as you two greet the other man and you laugh, ruffling T'Challa's hair.
Erik walks off and Dakarai blinks.
"Where could he be?!" You say with panic.
"We found him. He's in the library."
You dash off, headed to the room. You enter and see him reading, his back to you.
"Erik."
He freezes at the coldness of your voice.
"Bedroom: now."
Erik nods and follows you. You two enter the room and you lock the door.
"What is your problem?"
"I don't—"
You growl, hitting the wall.
"I'm not doing this with you. You have a problem and you won't tell me. I'm trying to fix whatever I did but how can I fix it if you don't tell me?"
Erik is silent.
"Do you even care?"
No reply.
You shake your head, eyes becoming wet. Erik stares. He has never seen you cry.
"Fuck it! I was going to propose to you but you obviously have a problem and I'm the cause. Why ask you for forever?"
You leave the room, running off. Erik stares in shock.
You were going to propose?