#poly!erik

[chaneajoyyy]

So I wanted to start reading the fics about Erik and his fiftyleven wives, but idk where to start because they’re all over the place. Is there like a combined master list somewhere?

I hope this helps!! No fiftyleven wives😭 but yess!! And keeps him on his toes!

Okay so there’s @thekompound 

https://thekompound.tumblr.com/post/182365990455/a-komplete-kompilation-of-all-of-our-shenanigans (here’s the masterlist-some have left or changed their usernames)

But @hearteyes-for-killmonger (recently updated!) @lovemecharlie @vikkidc (Davina-not a kompund wife but still important) @hennessystevens-udaku @alyshastevens-udaku @thehomiekillmonger @itskimorafireudaku @bastioncarterstevens-udaku (has dope aesthetics as well) @trevantesbrat/@blktinkerbell @poosypoosy/ @theegoldenchild @itsangelaudaku (no longer on here) are the wives!!

[hennessystevens-udaku]

Happy Birthday, Daka

Warnings: This is a tear-jerker, y’all. Please grab some tissues before reading.

Sunlight shined bright into the shared bedroom of the couple’s condo. It’s occupants slept peacefully, their bodies still intertwined from the previous night’s activities. Someone just had to have some birthday sex as soon as the clock struck Midnight.

“Like we always do it this time, I go for mine I got to shine, now throw your hands up in the skyyyy..”

The sounds of Kanye West and T-Pain pulled the young woman from her slumber as her usual 9:45 am alarm went off. She rose with a stretch, a sly smile creeping across her face as she stared back at the sleeping man. Today was her best friend’s birthday and she had an entire itinerary of things planned out for his enjoyment.

“Wake up Fathead!” she yelled, jumping up and down on the bed beside him. He groaned in protest, rolling over on his stomach pulling the pillow over his head. This had become their yearly tradition. Whenever their birthdays rolled around, they made it their mission to give the birthday girl or boy the most obnoxious wake up call ever. She almost always won.

“Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku! Wake yo black ass up!” she exclaims, repeatedly hitting him over the head with her pillow.

“Shyyyyy,” he whined into the mattress. “It’s too early for all this.”

“Fine. I’ll go to iHop by myself,” she teased as she sauntered into the bathroom. He perked up at that.

“Well why didn’t you just say that, Princess? You know a nigga loves pancakes.” He rose from the bed with a few caveman-like grunts, as he shuffled into the bathroom behind her. They stood in comfortable silence as they completed their morning rituals, both of them making silly faces in the mirror as they brushed their teeth.

“Don’t take too long old man,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way to her closet to choose her outfit for the day.

“Whatever lil girl, I’m only 37.”

“Yeah, and in my eyes, that’s an old geezer,” she teased. He gave her a pointed look before closing the bathroom door in her face. He knew that this was only the beginning of her jokes and needed a few moments to mentally prepare for the laughs he knew they were about to share. While he showered, she pulled down two black and gold boxes and stuffed them in her messenger bag. She then grabbed the stack of worn letters and made sure that they were tucked neatly into the pocket on the inside of the bag. Unbeknownst to him, she had done some research and found something that would make this birthday one that he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Hurry up! My stomach is touching my back,” she complained outside of the bathroom door. Though she was the most feminine of the two, he was a diva when it came to getting dressed to go out. There was a brief moment of shuffling before he finally emerged, dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans that were ripped at the knee and a pair of black and white Jordan 12s.

“I could’ve sworn it was my day. Why you rushing me, shawty?”

“Because we’ve got places to be and you taking longer than a bitch heading to a dick appointment.”

“Well excuse me, your highness,” he grumbled as he slipped his Cuban link around his neck. “I see you tryna match my fly or whatever. You just gotta remind everybody know the Queen Bee is, huh?” he taunted as his eyes roamed over her curvy physique dressed in an outfit similar to his.

“Whatever nigga. Let’s go before I die of starvation,” she quipped as she made her way outside. He followed with a shake of his head and a loud barking laugh. Today was gonna be one for the books.

“Do you want your first gift now or later?” she asked as he finished his fourth short stack of pancakes.

“Now please,” he mumbled, flashing his perfect pearly whites. She smiled, reaching into the pocket of her messenger bag. She pulled out the smaller black and gold box and sat it in front of him. He wasted no time tearing open the box, revealing a set of 24-karat gold bottom grillz with a Cuban link accent.

“Yo, this shit is flames! Thank you, Princess.”

“I guess you’re welcome or whatever,” she replied with a smirk. He quickly removed his bottom caps, replacing them with the grill. He smiled and ran his tongue over the metal, eliciting a low groan from her.

“Hey, stop that. We’re in public.” He smirked, flicking his tongue a few more times before stopping completely.

“Nasty ass,” she grumbled.

“I don’t hear you complaining when ya pussy in my mouth.”

“Fuck you!” “After breakfast, ma.”

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The rest of the day played out like a movie. After breakfast the pair went to the arcade and then shopping, spending copious amounts of money on one another. That was one of the traits about Erik that she loved and hated. He had been through so much in his life that he never wanted to be the center of attention. He would always find a way to do or buy something for her on his birthday. Just a token of his appreciation, he would say.

“Where we headed princess?” he asked as she drove near the outskirts of town.

“You’ll find out soon,” she replied as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. She was nervous about how he would react when they reached their destination and could only hope the she was doing the right thing. They drove for about 30 minutes before they reached St. Augustine Cemetery.

“A cemetery?” he asked in confusion. It’s now or never Shy.

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered. “I did a little research and found somethings I figured you’d want to see. If you don’t want to, tell me now and we can go home.” He searched her face, noting the seriousness of her tone. They sat in silence before he spoke again.

“What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to the black box in her bag. She hesitated before pulling it out and sitting it in his lap. She watched as his fingers slowly traced the box before he removed the lid and peered inside.

“How did you..”

“It wasn’t easy, but I called every prison in California to see if any of them had any records of a Sylvia Stevens. I finally found one just outside of Oakland. I went by and picked up everything she had in her possession when she died.” A lone tear fell down his cheek as he pulled out various items. There were photos of him as a baby, pictures of them when he and N’Jobu would come to visit, and a necklace with a ring, similar to the one that he wore around his neck in honor of his late father. They sat in silence as he immersed himself in the memories of his late mother.

“These were there too,” she said as she pulled out the stack of envelopes. His hands trembled as he held the letters, each one addressed to him.

“S-She responded,” he said in a whisper. “I was so angry because I wrote her every chance I got, but never received a response. I thought she forgot about me, but she responded to every one.”

“Do you want to get out?”

“Yeah.”

The pair made the short journey up the hill before stopping at a large oak tree.

“She didn’t have a headstone, so I bought one,” Hennessy confessed. Erik was silent as he gazed over the sight when his mother laid. His hand shakily reached out and touched the granite headstone.

“I miss you Mama,” was all he said before he fell to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks in streams. “I hope you can see me up there. I hope I’m making you proud. I’ve been so lost without you, yet you’ve been here this whole time. I wish you were here to see your grandchildren. They’re the most precious little things ever. Your daughter-in-laws are amazing too. I swear I don’t know where I would be without them.” Hennessy walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Shy. This means more to me than you’ll ever know,” he said as he wiped his tears on his shirt.

“I was nervous about bringing you here. I didn’t know how you would feel having to relive that pain again.” “Thank you, Princess. Now that I know where she is, I can finally get some closure. This was the best birthday gift ever.” The two shared a passionate kiss before sitting down under the oak tree. They sat for hours as Erik told the story of how he went to Wakanda and how he came to have 9 wives to the headstone as though her mother-in-law was right there. They finally headed back to the car when night fell, not wanting to be caught in a cemetery after dark. They spent the rest of the night in her greenhouse, getting high and reading the letters that Sylvia wrote to her son while she was incarcerated.

“I love you, Princess.” “I love you too, Daka. Happy birthday.”

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[theethighpriestess]

Carry On

My submission for the With Love, From Wakanda fic fest. This story has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally figured out a way to end it. It’s set back when Hennessy and Erik were at MIT and is written from her POV.

Warning: Fluffy Angst? Is that a thing? Just go with it. Brief, and somewhat graphic description of a miscarriage. Also, the photos used below are not my own.

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The Kompound was all abuzz as Erik ushered Angel and the twins into the house. The birth of the prince and princess was a bittersweet moment for me. Though I was ecstatic for our new additions and I was happy for my sister wife and Erik, I couldn’t get over the slight bit of jealousy I felt towards her. While the rest of the family surrounded Angél, each one fighting over who would hold the twins first, I retired to my bedroom, not wanting to appear bitter. As I lay across my bed staring up at the ceiling, the soft pads of footsteps attracted my attention. He never could sneak up on me.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“It’s your house, Daka.”

“Come on now, don’t be like that. I just came to check on you.”

I shrugged, turning so that I was facing away from him.

“I’ll be alright, I just needed a little time to myself. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.” He crawled into my bed, pulling me into his massive arms.

“Talk to me, Princess.”

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It was an awkwardly warm day in Cambridge, Massachusetts and instead of enjoying the warm weather at the annual campus pool party, I was in my apartment throwing up my entire existence for the 3rd time today. What the hell is wrong with me?

The sickness began right after Christmas, but I hadn’t thought much of it. That is, until I missed my period. I can’t possibly be...

I gagged and heaved until my throat burned before finally settling on the floor beside the toilet. I opened the cabinet under the sink and retrieved the pink box that I had thrown under there for such an occasion. I reluctantly pulled the test out and followed the instructions printed on the box. After waiting the suggested 5 minutes, I looked down at the stick in horror.

“Pregnant,” I whispered out loud. I had just begun the first year of my graduate program and my “partner” for lack of a better term, was in and out of town with the Navy. I sold weed to make a living and he was a mercenary for the US government, neither of which screamed ideal parents for an unborn human. Nope, it had to be a fluke, a false positive. I was in the process of banging my head against the wall of the bathroom when a pair of perfectly pearly white teeth and gold canines filled my phone screen.

“Yes my love?”

“Wassup Princess, still not feeling good?” I could hear laughing and water splashing in the background, a tell-tell sign that he was at the party and wanted me to join him.

“Nah, I just threw up again.”

“Aight that’s it, we going to the hospital.”

“No! That’s really not necessary. It’s probably just a stomach virus.”

“All the more reason for me to take you to the doctor. You not getting me sick. Put some clothes on, I’ll be there in 10.”

The line disconnected before I could utter another word of protest. Though I was thankful to have someone like Erik in my life that cared for my physical well-being, I knew I wasn’t ready to have my worst fears confirmed by an official test. I slowly stood up from the floor and made my way to my bedroom. I pulled on one of his wife beaters and a pair of his basketball shorts, my go-to choice when I wanted to be comfortable. True to his word, he pulled up 10 minutes later and helped me down the stairs and into his NSX.

The lights of the hospital were bright and unnerving as we sat in the waiting room.

“Chiron? Hennessy Chiron?”

“That’s me,” I called as I followed the woman to the exam room. We went through the usual hospital semantics before she gave me a small plastic cup to pee in. Well, no turning back now.

Much to my dismay, Erik sat in the exam room the entire time, wanting to know every detail of what was said firsthand. I hated it, how protective he was over me. This was one instance I wished he treated me like his usual smash and dash hoes. He held my hand as the doctor entered the room, smiling bright.

“Congratulations, according to our tests, you’re about 8 weeks pregnant!” I groaned loudly and I just knew that Erik was having a mental breakdown until his deep voice broke the silence.

“I’m gonna be a daddy?”

“Yes sir, you’re gonna be a daddy. Mom doesn’t look too thrilled about the news, though.”

“N-No I’m fine. I’m just processing everything,” I replied with a shaky voice. He could tell I was lying, but chose to kept quiet. He knew I’d speak up when I was ready and I knew he’d be ok with whatever decision I made moving forward.

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“You know you cute as fuck carrying my baby,” Erik’s deep voice called from the phone that was propped up on my nightstand. He was away on another JSOC mission, but facetimed me nightly to check on me and our unborn baby. I was only 3 ½ months, but he swore my skin was glowing and my face was getting fatter. I hated it.

“Well you better enjoy this one, because this the only one you getting from me,” I pouted, looking down at my hardening stomach. I never admitted it to Erik, but I was terrified. How could someone that didn’t have a family, raise a child? I didn’t want our baby to grow up with the same questions and fears that I had.

“Get out ya head, Princess. You’re gonna be a great mother.”

“How do you always do that?”

“You’re my best friend, Sunshine. I always know what you’re thinking, especially since you can’t control your facial expressions for shit,” he grinned, flashing that smile I loved so much.

“We miss you,” I confessed.

“I miss y’all too, but Daddy will be home next week.” I smiled at that. The apartment was too quiet without him there and I missed my nightly belly rubs.

“Get some rest, Princess. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Yes Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you more.” He blew a kiss at the screen before disconnecting the line. I snuggled deeper into the covers, wrapped myself in one of his hoodies and dozed off, dreaming about what life would be like once the little bean was born.

Pain. A sharp, piercing pain in my lower abdomen that was so strong it woke me from my sleep. I lifted myself from the bed and made the short journey to the bathroom. I fumbled for the lightswitch and gripped the edge of the sink as the cramps became more and more intense. I was mortified when I pulled down my panties to see them soaked with blood.

“This can’t be happening,” I thought aloud. I had just recently come to terms with the fact that there was a life growing inside of me only for the universe to decide that I didn’t need it. As I sat on the toilet and my body expelled the remaining parts of my unborn child, I began to weep. I was hurt, both mentally and physically and to make matters worse, my comforter was somewhere on the other side of the world defending a country that didn’t give a damn about us. I was angry, more angry than I had been in a long time and although I knew that situations like this happen for a number of reasons, I couldn’t help but feel like this was completely my fault. Like the universe was punishing me for being so ungrateful for such a precious gift.

“Princess, I’m home.” Oh now you’re just fucking with me, Bastet. As usual, I heard him before I saw him, his combat boots pounding heavily on the hardwood floors of the apartment. His expression quickly turned to panic when he entered the bathroom and saw the blood all over the floor.

“What happened?”

“I lost it, E. I lost our baby,” I wept into the bend of his neck. He didn’t speak, but stroked my back in comfort.

“It’s ok, baby,” he finally said after a while. “It’s ok. We have the rest of our lives to try again.”

“Who said I wanted to deal with you for that long?” I asked, chuckling through my tears.

“Girl please, you know you ain’t going nowhere,” he replied with a swift kiss to my forehead. I couldn’t argue with that logic. He was a permanent fixture of my life that I couldn’t possibly imagine living without. “Why don’t I run you a hot bath and get you cleaned up? I’ll even add that milk and honey bubble bath you like so much.”

“I’d like that a lot. Thanks, Erik.”

“Aye, just because you ain’t carrying my baby no more don’t mean you gotta stop calling me Daddy. I like that shit,” he said with a wide grin.

“Of course you do.”

--

We had been lying together so long that I didn’t even realize that I was crying until I felt his hand brush away a tear.

“You remember what I told you back then?” he asked as he placed a kiss to the top of my head.

“You said that you’d love me forever, with or without a baby.”

“And I meant that shit. Angel and I know how you feel about the twins, baby girl. We all know it’s going to be a bit of an adjustment, but don’t ever hide your feelings from me, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” he responded before licking a long stripe from my chin to my forehead.

“Nigga did you just lick me?”

“Yes I did, now bring ya fine ass downstairs and meet our kids.”

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[hennessystevens-udaku]

For Everybody

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Summary: This story is what happens when @eriknutinthispoosy wants a fic of Erik cheating and @allhailnjadaka wants some ratchet shit to take place. The First Lady is all type of outta character in this one.

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“Aww hell nah, this nigga got me 50 shades of fucked up,” Hennessy exclaimed as she watched the surveillance camera set up in Erik’s room. She never saw the point of them, but he and Charlie insisted, for security purposes. Just when she thought her idiot husband couldn’t get any stupider, he proved her wrong yet again.

“So 9 vaginas ain’t enough for him? His Braille-backed ass had to go get some random bitch from off the street? And his stupid ass brought her in our house?!” The Princess was fuming.

Her eyes widened when the mystery woman, standing at 5’10 with lean sun kissed legs and a face just as gorgeous as any of the other women in the house, walked to the middle of the room and looked directly in the camera. As if she knew it was there...as if she knew someone would be watching.

The time stamp on the recording read last Wednesday, 12:43 pm. That sneaky bastard. Wednesday was the day that all nine wives plus Little Bee wenr to brunch, catching up and bonding in sisterly fellowship. It was few and far between that they were all free at the same time and when those rare moments came they took advantage. Erik was filled in on this brunch at a few of the ladies favorite French bistro a day prior and he took advantage as well.

“Guess this nigga didn’t think we’d catch him.” Ryley’s long matte black nails tapped against the vast mahogany oak desk. She sat beside Henny as her eyes bore into the pretty face on the screen. “Bold one, she is.”

“Very bold.” Henny folded her arms and fell back into her seat. Her brows stitched together and her pouty lips were set in a thin line, emotions etched all over her face. To say she was hurt was an understatement. It hurt her so much she couldn’t produce a single tear.

“Am I not enough? Are we not enough?” her voice was soft and shaky.

“Nah, don’t even think like that sis. That nigga stupid and he gone get what’s coming to him.” A few moments later, Charlie sauntered into Henny’s office looking almost as upset as the other two women. Her usual Charming demeanor had switched to something more cold and devious.

“Henny, I love you, but y’all need to come with me.” Without question, the three women made the short trek to Ryley’s G Wagon and sped towards their shared abode. When they were a safe distance from the greenhouse, Charlie pulled up the surveillance footage on her iPhone X.

“THIS BITCH IS STILL IN MY HOUSE?!”

“I didn’t wanna tell you in your office for the sake of the plants, but yeah she’s still there and is making herself real comfortable.” They both watched as the mystery woman sauntered from room to room, touching and trying on their precious jewels and clothes. Hennessy began to see red. It had been a while since she’d gotten this upset and of course it would be Mr. Stevens-Udaku to bring her inner beast out of retirement.

“Hennessy?” Ryley questioned when she noticed the head brat had become a little too quiet for comfort. She remained silent.

“Henny?” she tried again. Silence.

“Kitana?” Charlie tried. Suddenly, the small woman turned and flashed a sly smile, her rose gold fronts gleaming in the twilight. Her usually happy, doe eyes and turned an eerie black and her whole face was turned into an evil grimace.

“Aww shit!” Ryley and Charlie exclaimed in unison.

--

“N’Jadaka! Bring your crusty ass out here!” Kitana screamed as she, Ryley, and Charlie walked back into The Kompound.

“Wait, what we miss?” Angel questioned, confusion etched all over her face. She and Little Bee were seated on the couch, Princess Nya bouncing happily between them. Kimora and Josephine were in the kitchen baking, while Homie sat comfortably on the counter acting as taste tester. Per usual, Aly’Sha was in her room, probably tired from football practice.

“Mr. Stevens-Udaku isn’t available right now,” the mystery woman called from the grand staircase. “However, I’ll be more than happy to answer whatever questions you may have.”

Everything was silent as all eyes fell on her.

“Ericka,” Kitana snarled.

“Nice to meet you in person, Kitana, I’ve heard so much about you.”

As the two exchanged looks, Kimora emerged from the kitchen.

“I’m glad y’all know of each other and whatnot, but who are you and why you in our house?”

“I’m the woman who just fucked y’all husband. Now since there’s so many of you I’m not sure whose room it was but it was real nice. I was thinking of doing some wandering since Daddy is asleep.”

“Bitch I swear to Jesus, Mary, Joseph and Bast herself, I will drag yo rusty, dusty, crusty, broke back, uneven frontal headass down this entire gahdamn hallway. And trust me, there's a lot of fucking hallway in this big ass house.” Josephine perked up at her tone.

“Aww shit, Demon Henny, yeee!” As the rest of the harem attempted to understand what was going on downstairs, Aly’Sha had heard just enough to take matters into her own hands in regards to the punishment of their husband.

“Aye Nigga! Wake the fuck up!” Aly’sha growled as she shot a hollow point 9mm bullet on the headboard above their husband, who she affectionately referred to as a beginners tutorial for the blind. Her voice echoed from the enormous room. Guess she wasn't too tired from practice.

“Aly'sha…” The beast growled, sitting up slowly. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“NAH WHAT THE ABSOLUTE DUMB NIGGA FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Another bullet whizzed past Erik's head and for the first time in a long while, he flinched.

“ALY’SHA I GOT IT!” the small woman screamed upstairs. “I just gotta take care of this bitch first.”

Grumbling to herself, Aly’sha exited the room, putting the gun back in the waist of her shorts. This nigga was really about to die die.

“That must be your little errand girl, hmm?” Erika hissed a giggled as she watched the rage in Kitana’s eyes grow.

Upon hearing all the commotion from her studio, Bastion emerges in her Moschino sweatsuit and fluffy mink slides.

“What in the Christian Louboutin is going on in here?”

“Don’t worry about it babygirl, go back to work. Mama’s just gotta take out some trash.”

“Oh well that means I must stay. That’s one of my specialities. Now who is this woman, why is she in my house and why are there gunshots being fired? I thought we weren't doing firearms in the house after the last time I got too drunk.”

“Because your husband is an idiotic dipshit.” Aly'sha growled, standing behind Kitana as if she was one of Charlie's angels.

“Well I knew that when I married him, but Harpo who dis woman?”

“A dead bitch,” Kitana hissed as she wielded the katana blade that was hidden in the intricately carved bracelet on her wrist. A birthday present from Shuri.

“Has she always had that?” Homie inquired.

“I don’t think I wanna find out,” Kristina said as she carried little Nya away from all of the commotion.

“Care to give me the information on her astronomical indiscretion?” Bastion inquires with a perfectly orchestrated eyebrow raised.

“It’s simple really,” Ericka began to explain. “While the cats were away, Daddy Jaguar decided to play. And who am I to deny the Prince of Wakanda?”

“As I said before, A dead bitch.” Kitana twirling the blade between her nimble fingers as she stared Erika down.

“I’m sorry let me see if I can comprehend this simpleton’s language. So you’re telling me that my husband, who has a plethora of pussy to use and abuse at his discretion, was intimate with you? Of his own free will? As though he wasn’t just shot at for not giving his last wife enough attention? He fucked you freely? Ha! Ok my darling please have yourself admitted to the nearest psychiatric ward. I’ll even recommend a wonderful therapist and even better medication. My mother knows them well.”

Ericka stared her, grin wide as ever but not quite making it to her eyes. They were steely, dark and deep. She’d seen and experienced a lot. It was in the way she moved…spoke. “You’re so entertaining, no wonder he stopped at you. You were the icing on the spoiled ass cake, huh?” She let out a chuckle. “Pipe down, little bitch, before I make you. I’m here to speak with the real wife, the first lady. All you other hoes sit down and watch me defeat your beloved head Princess Hennessy Chiron.”

Her eyes moved back to Kitana, looking over her frame before she met her fiery gaze.

“Let me give you the play by play. First, I took a seat on my new throne, you know those lips you love? Made him hit it from the back then from the side. Asked him what’s your favorite position and then made him look in my eyes while I took all that dick. He promised to make me wifey number twelve.”

Slice. The blade moved so fast no one could process the action. Ericka’s pink peplum blouse was now in shreds at her feet and blood oozed from the long cut across her chest. Before she could react, Kitana had the blade above her head and was bringing it down again, this time digging it into the flesh of her abdomen.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that dick because that’s the last one you’ll ever hop on,” Kitana snarled as she threw her blade down and went straight for Ericka’s neck. What she lacked in height, the small woman definitely made up for in brute strength and speed.

“Damn, she really is the female Erik,” Kimora noted as the two women wrestled in the foyer. Though Henny was much shorter than Ericka, she easily overpowered the outsider.

“No one can dethrone me, bitch,” Hennessy snarled with a sharp jab to Ericka’s face.

Ericka growled, her whole body throbbing. First it was the wound to her chest, causing pain to spread through her body like wildfire. Her tolerance was higher than many. She should’ve been on the floor begging for mercy. Her mission, however, was not done.

“I-I did you one better.” She spoke softly, low but audible enough for Kitana to hear. The venom in her bite had disappeared. “There’s a crack in your foundation. You’re relationship isn’t as perfect as you thought it was. N’Jadaka found ten wives after you and still can’t be loyal. I can’t take your spot but my actions will make you want to give it up.”

Just then the blade appeared from the small of Erika’s back, piercing a few vital organs and killing her instantly. The princess removed her blade and headed for the staircase. The wrath of Hennessy Monaé Chiron Stevens-Udaku had only just begun.

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[hennessystevens-udaku]

When Mama’s Away (2)

Not exactly a continuation of this fic by @itsangeludaku, but another scenario in which mommy leaves the twins for some grown up time with Ryley. This is fluffy as hell, y’all.

“Are you sure you guys will be ok?” Angel asked for the 20th time in 10 minutes. She was in the process of getting dressed and had began to have second thoughts about leaving the twins alone.

“Angéle Divine Stevens-Udaku, get out my face and out my room. Nya and N’Jadaka will be fine for a few hours,” Hennessy replied with a roll of her eyes. It was a Friday night, the one night a week that everyone chose to unwind and let go of all the stress from the week. After noticing how tired Angél had been from working and being super mom to the twins, Hennessy suggested that Angél take the night off and spend some time with Ryley. It took some convincing, with Angél still being super attached to her babies, but she finally conceded.

“I just don’t want to inconvenience you, Shy. I know how busy you’ve been with your latest strain. I don’t want them to be in your way.”

“You can’t inconvenience me if I offered, now go on somewhere. If I really need anything, your husband is in his office.”

Angél pouted in protest, but made her way to the front door. Henny followed behind with the twins in her arms.

“Ya mama acting like this is my first rodeo with tiny humans,” she said with a smirk. Nya flashed a gummy smile, cooing at the sound of her voice.

“That’s right. Tell her Mama Shy got this.” N’Jadaka squirmed in her arms, cuddling closer to her bosom. He was a breast man like his father.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Angél pouted. She knew that her babies were in the best care, but she was still learning to detach. She kissed them both several more times before she climbed into the car with Ryley.

—

The trio spent majority of the night in Hennessy’s home office. The New Orleans Bounce version of Baby Shark distracted the twins, allowing Henny to finish the last little bit of her experiment. The only version of the song Angél allowed her children to listen to. Once she was done, they ventured to the kitchen for something to eat. Henny was thankful that Angél stocked the fridge with freshly pumped milk before she left, although baby Daka attempted to latch onto her chest several time.

“Sorry mon cher, these canons are shooting blanks,” she teased as he sucked the nipple of the bottle. Erik emerged from his office around 11:00, noticing how quiet the house was.

“Princess?” he called. She didn’t answer, but he could hear singing coming from the twins’ bedroom. He followed the sound until he found Hennessy sitting in the rocking chair with the twins in her lap as she sang softly.

🎶🎵A prayer for you

A prayer to you

(I Pray for you)

A prayer for you

I'll do my best to be there for you everyday

To be what my father wished he was to me

Babies I got you

Mama Shy will be there🎶🎵

He watched with a smile as they drifted off to sleep in her arms, finally entering the room when she moved to lay them in their crib.

“How come you don’t sing to me anymore, Princess?” he asked with a slight pout as he helped lower Nya into the crib.

“Because you’re always getting serenaded by Angél,” she teased as she sat back down in the rocking chair.

“Touché, but I love your voice too,” he confessed as he came to stand in front of her.

“What you tryna say? You want me to sing to you?”

“Please Mama?” he begged with a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She rolled her eyes before motioning for him to sit down on the floor. Her fingers gently massaged his scalp as he rested his head in her lap.

🎶🎵You're just too good to be true

I can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you🎵🎶

He yawned as the soft sound of her voice began to lull him to sleep. He was instantly transported back to MIT when she would sing him through his nightmares.

🎶🎵Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that is real

You're just too good to be true

I can't take my eyes off you🎶🎵

—

“Henny, we’re back!” Angél called as she and Ryley made their way back into the house. When she didn’t receive an answer, she made her way to the twins’ room. She and Ryley smiled as they took in the sight before them. Erik was sound asleep in Henny’s lap while the twins rested on her chest. She stirred at the feeling of being watched.

“We didn’t mean to wake you,” Ryley whispered.

“It’s fine, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. Nya woke up fussing about two hours ago, which in turn work Daka up so I just put them both on my chest.”

“Were they any trouble?”

“Of course they weren’t and I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Henny admitted.

“Thank you, Shy. I really appreciate this.”

“Anytime wifey.”

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[theethighpriestess]

Naked Cuddles

Pairing: Poly!Erik x Black OC

Word Count: 1,200

Premise: After being away from home for a month, Bastion just wants some loving that only Daddy can give..

A/N: This was written for my baby love @bastioncarterstevens-udaku because she’s a precious lamb & I like her most of the time.

After a 6 hour flight, 5 model breakdowns, 4 tiresome weeks, 3 stressful runway shows, 2 major design releases, and 1 career changing photoshoot, Bastion Stevens-Udaku was finally back to her Westcoast home. She’d been in New York City collaborating with Jeremy Scott for her Bastion 2018 fashion line and working with Donatella Versace for a photoshoot dedicated to her and the rest of the Stevens-Udaku klan. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement.

When she crossed the threshold of the condo, she was met with the sight of her partners in crime, Aly’Sha and Hennessy. Hennessy was seated at the kitchen table going over what looked to be formulas while Aly’Sha sat on the couch engaged in a heated game of Mafia III.

“Wassup bitches,” she called out, making her way down the hall.

“Wassup, lil nigga,” Aly’Sha called over her shoulder, not wanting to break her focus from the game. Hennessy only hummed in greeting, too preoccupied with the work in front of her. Bastion walked over to each woman, hugging them as much as either of them would allow before turning her attention to the object of her affection.

“Where’s—”

Before she could finish her question, both women pointed toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. Damn, am I really that thirsty? She asked herself before turning to walk down the hall.

“Yes,” both women replied in unison. What could they say, they knew her a little better than she knew herself sometimes.

She stopped just outside his bedroom before peeking her head inside.

“Hiiiii,” her small voice called out from the doorway. He chuckled in response before holding his arms out to her. She was the smallest, brattiest, and most annoying of the klan, but she was also the most affectionate, and he loved that the most. When he was having a bad day, he knew that he could curl up to her like the big cat that he is and stay wrapped in her embrace for as long as he pleased.

“Hey babygirl,” he responded when she finally reached him. She positioned herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I missed you Daddy Boo,” she stated as she cuddled deep into his neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was New York?”

“Long, tiresome, and necessary! The Bastion Collection will be Jeremy’s biggest release to date and the photos with Donatella turned out beautifully, I just hate that you guys had to leave so soon.”

“I know babygirl, but Henny and I had some stuff to take care of here that couldn’t wait,” he replied, rubbing small circles in her back. These were the moments she craved the most, his softness and overall affection. Unfortunately for her, she was a spoiled brat that only seemed to react in the key of temper tantrum whenever things didn’t go her way.

“So like, what are you doing for the rest of the night?” she asked in her most innocent voice.

“Why? You need something?” he asked teasingly. He knew how long it had been since they’d spent time with one another and that her little bratty ass was more than a little touch starved.

“Well, yeah… I thought that maybe I could sleep in here tonight.. Or the rest of the week.. Haven’t made my mind up yet,” she said with a smile. He laughed, cradling her in his arms. He positioned himself to sit against the headboard while she straddled his lap.

“Take your shirt off, I want to feel the texture,” she stated, looking at him like a lioness stalking her prey. He happily obliged, without hesitation. That was something that all of his wives had in common; they all loved the way his scars felt against their skin and he didn’t mind endulging.

She cuddled deep into his arms, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his scent. She lifted her head briefly to look into his warm onyx eyes.

“Damn nigga, who told you to be this fine? Like I’m not understanding.”

His hearty laugh made his chest shake beneath her head. Satisfied with his reaction, she continued.

“It honestly makes me mad. Like you don’t need to be this fine, sir.” He only shrugged in response, still laughing at her antics. He placed a finger under her chin, pulling her face up into a chaste kiss that she instantly melted into. His calloused hands gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting it collect at her hips.

“I thought we were cuddling Daddy Boo,” she stated, feeling the heat in her Nani rising.

“We can still cuddle without clothes,” he replied, peppering her neck with soft kisses.

She relented easily, after all, it had been a month since she’d felt his touch. Her tiny hands caressed his broad arms and shoulders, tracing the intricate scaring she loved so much. Their lips found one another again as he maneuvered her to lie on her back. He kisses a slow trail from her throat to her breasts, and then down her stomach to her aching Nani. She whined in need as he nipped at the insides of her thighs, knowing how much she hated to be teased.

“You missed Daddy, Princess?” he asked, still teasing her inner thighs with light nips and kisses.

“Yes Daddy,” she responded breathlessly, attempting to push herself onto his face to speed this process along. His rough hands on her hips stopped her movements.

“Whatchu running, Princess? Did you forget who I was?” his voice had reduced to the deep gravel that made her sugar walls quake.

“N-no Daddy,” she whimpered, as his thick tongue finally made contact with her dripping core. He licked and slurped like he’d been dehydrated for days. His expert tongue poked and prodded her center like he was digging for treasure and her throbbing nub was the x that marked the spot. Her tiny fingers secured his dreads in a tight vice grip as he continued to lap up her sweet nectar. Her juices tasted as though they flowed directly from the Ancestral Plane; she was a literal goddess on earth. When he looked up to see her coming undone from his ministrations, he was edged to continue. He slipped two fingers into her slickness, pumping slowly. Her hips slowly rolled against him, anxiously chasing her release.

“Look at you, whimpering and shit. I see you’ve found your place in this relationship. What’s your name, baby?” he purred into her center.

“Nasty Bitch,” she whined, still grinding herself on his thick fingers.

“You Daddy’s Little Nasty Bitch, Bastion?”

Her screams reverberated off the walls as her orgasm washed over her. Her body quaked with aftershock as he cleaned her up and pulled her into his arms.

“What about you Daddy Boo?” she asked sleepily into his chest.

“I’m good babygirl, get your rest. You’re gonna need it for the rest of the week.”

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[thekompound]

Issa Masterlist

A komplete kompilation of all of our shenanigans in order by wife. Fics that include multiple wives will be listed down below under Other Adventures..

😢=Angst 😏= Slight Smut 😈= Smutty Smut

😊= Fluff

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Hennessy’s Aesthetics  (2)

@hennessystevens-udaku

LA PREMIÉRE DAME

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Aly’Sha’s Aesthetics

@alyshastevens-udaku

GANGSTA WIFE

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Ryley’s Aesthetics

@thereturnofbadazz

THE REBEL

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Angel’s Aesthetics  Angel’s Push Gifts  The Twins

@itsangeludaku

LE ROMANTIQUE

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Homie’s Aesthetics

@thehomiekillmonger

THE ARTIST

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Kimora’s Aesthetics

@itskimorafireudaku

Kimora Chronicles  (2)  (3)  (4) (5) Hotlanta (6)

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Charlie’s Aesthetics

@lovemecharlie

THE THERAPIST

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Josephine’s Aesthetics

@poosypoosy

His Wifey: The Intro   Til Death Do Us Part   How Josephine Stole Christmas😊 Pink is for Poosy😈

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Bastion’s Aesthetics

@bastioncarterstevens-udaku

PRINCESS MOREBUCKS

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Kristina’s Aesthetics

@trevantesbrat

The FreakyThief Strikes  (2)

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Other Miscellaneous Adventures

The Aftermath Summer Eighteen Confessions of a Dirty Little Slut 😈 Lucid Bed  😈Excuse Me? 😈

For Everybody  Leave Me Alone.mp3

[hennessystevens-udaku]

The Proposal

Premise: What happens when Erik brings up the idea of wanting a polyamorous marriage.

A/N: Special thanks to the beautiful @dynastylnoire for her contribution to this story. Make sure you guys follow her & check out her work!

“Just promise me you’ll think about it Princess.”

There’s nothing to think about, the answer is no!”

I’d paced the floor so long, the carpet was becoming worn beneath my feet. My eyes were red and puffy and my throat was raw from crying. To say that I was heartbroken was an understatement. It had only been 11 months since we pledged our love to one another before God and our loved ones and here he was asking if he could add someone else to our union. I mentally chastised myself. I had been naive to think that I could tame him. To think that by some miracle his insatiable desire to copulate with whoever he pleased whenever he pleased would be curbed once we tied the knot. For the first time in our seven year stint, I hated him. I hated myself for allowing him to disrupt the delicate balance of my life and take shelter in the fragments of my heart.

“Am I not enough?”

The question had been burning in the back of my mind since the conversation began. He didn’t answer, only looking at me with pleading eyes as he continued to pack his duffle. Leave to Erik to pull some shit like this the night before he left for a mission. I knew that his mind was already made up, he was just asking me as a courtesy.

“Hennessy..”

“No Erik! I finally let myself fall for you after being alone for all these years. I believed what you said when you said I was your one, and now this?!”

The tears were back to flowing in streams as I continued my rant.

“You know what, you claim you’re so different from how you were back in college, but you’re still an overindulgent hotep ass nigga!”

I let the last tear fall before slipping the wedding band from my finger.

“You can have your fucking ring back. Feel free to give it to the next bitch. Oh, I’m sorry, bitches,” I snapped as I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. I needed to be away from this conversation and from him. I stayed at the bar around the corner from our condo for what seemed like an eternity. When I returned home, Erik and his duffle were gone and my heart was gone with him.

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“Still no word?” Aly’Sha asked as she finished the last braid of my hair. It had been two weeks since Erik left, and he’d been completely silent. No phone calls, no cryptic emails, nothing. I shook my head ‘no’ as I continued to stare into space. She cradled my head in her lap as I allowed another wave of tears to rush over me. I hadn’t cried this much since I was a child and I hated that I’d given him so much control over my life that my heart ached for him. My entire being yearned to be smothered by those huge arms while his deep baritone voice soothed me, telling me that everything would be ok and that we’d make it through this like we’d done everything else. Aly’Sha let me cry a little longer before she spoke.

“Didn’t you say that you guys’ relationship started out as a open one?”

“Yeah, we started off as just friends with benefits but after a while, Erik became possessive. He got jealous whenever I told him that I was going out with anyone that wasn’t him. After the whole Ares situation, we both decided that we’d make it official and it would be just us.”

The memory of that conversation started another crying fit. I was back to feeling inadequate and unloved by the man that promised me that we’d be together forever.

“Have you researched it at all?” Aly’Sha asked, attempting to find the bright side in this horrendous situation.

“No, but I know that I don’t want any parts of it.”

“How can you know that for sure if you don’t know exactly what you’d be getting yourself into?”

I wasn’t hearing it. I’d worked too hard to establish the relationship and trust that he and I shared to have it devalued and broken up by someone else.

“Just think about it Shy,” she encouraged, still gently stroking my hair. It amazed me that she, like Erik, always knew what to do to calm my nerves whenever I began to overthink myself to death.  

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I woke to find Aly’Sha curled up beside me on Erik’s side of the bed. I’d never noticed how gorgeous she was when she wasn’t scowling at someone until now. She was breathtaking without even trying. I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, thanking her for staying with me for the last two weeks before I rolled out of bed. Out of habit, I checked my phone to see if Erik had tried to contact me, but his end was still silent. Taking Aly’s advice, I went to my desk and fired up my macbook. I needed to know everything there was to know about these types of relationships before I completely closed my mind to it.

Polyamory is the ability or capability to love more than one person at a time. It is the practice of, or desire for intimate relationships with more than one partner with the knowledge of all partners involved.

I turned my nose up in disgust and almost turned the computer back off before another part of the article caught my eye.

Polyfidelity is a subcategory of polyamory. It is an intimate relationship structure where all members are considered equal partners and agree to restrict sexual activity to only other members of the group.

I sat at my computer for hours reading and educating myself on polyfidelity and other forms of polyamory. For the first time in two weeks, my mind was clear and I was prepared to face Erik and this situation headon whenever the opportunity presented itself.

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Aly’Sha and I were curled up in the middle of the king sized bed watching reruns of Martin when we heard the front door slam. She moved to get up to investigate, but I pulled her back, holding her close to me. I already knew who it was. The heavy booted gait had been embedded in my mind since he joined the SEALS and it wasn’t long before he crossed the threshold. He tilted his head in confusion, seeing as how he’d never seen us so close. Her grey eyes narrowed in anger as the short girl rage built inside of her. Before she could pop off like the firecracker she was, I turned my head to address him.

“I want Aly’Sha.”

They both stared at me as though I’d spoken a foreign language. I used the silence as permission to continue my speech.

“You asked me to think about it and I did. I’ve spent the last two weeks researching and learning about the dynamics of the situation and I’m willing to give it a try, but under certain conditions.”

He placed his bag down and moved to sit at the foot of the bed, eying me intensely. Instinctively, I sat straight up, pulling my knees to my chest, a defence mechanism I developed in my youth.

“Whatever you want, Princess.”

“First, you have to promise me that no matter what, I’ll never be placed on the backburner.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that, babygirl. You’re my first lady. We’ve been through too much shit for me to just toss you to the side because there’s new pussy around.”

“Second, I want to pick each girl. If you’re bringing someone new into our home, I have to have the final say.”

“Done.”

“Last, once this is completely established and you have the desired number of women in your harem, we’re practicing polyfidelity. I don’t want any outside influences on what we have.”

“I can work with that,” he replied with a smile.

“Nobody asked me how I felt about all of this,” Aly’Sha chimed in.

“Shut yo ass up! You’ve been around us this long, you might as well be my wife too,” Erik retorted, reaching into the pocket of his camo jeans. He pulled out my wedding ring, along with a Cartier ring box.

“I was gonna wait until our actual anniversary to do this, but I think now would be appropriate.”

He stood from his position at the foot of the bed and got down on one knee, motioning Aly’Sha and I towards him. He opened the Cartier box and pulled the stunning ring out before turning to face me.

“Hennessy Monaé Chiron-Stevens, would you take this upgraded ring as a peace offering for your husband being a complete jackass and not taking the time to fully discuss his decisions with you before he does some stupid shit?” I laughed at his honesty before holding my left hand out.

“Yes, I’ll take you back Erik,” I replied as he slipped the ring on my finger. He then turned to Aly’Sha, clutching my old wedding ring in his hands. He glanced at me, seemingly asking for permission.

“Oh, I see how it is. I get the hand-me-downs,” Aly’Sha joked. Erik and I both shared a laugh before he continued.

“Man you gone marry us or what? We can get your spoiled ass a new ring later.”

Aly’Sha put on her best fake thinking face before accepting the ring. She turned to me with a smile before she spoke again.

“Yes Hennessy, I’ll marry you and your pet pitbull.”

And thus The Kompound was formed.

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