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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31

Part 31: Girl on Fire

Series Masterlist

Words: 6.7k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number… They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s three favorite qualities in a soldier.

Erik’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw him coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Erik asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Erik said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulina’s room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.

Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.

“We went shopping,” Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. “Our car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then… I w-went home.”

“So she was attacked in her apartment?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Kat went on. “But she didn’t make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway… One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.”

Great. More people in his business.

“My number was the emergency contact on her phone,” Kat went on. “They called me.”

“I’m sorry this happened, Kat,” Bucky said, his patience slipping. “But you didn’t need me to come down here to pay the bill.”

“What if this wasn’t random?” Kat asked.

“What else would it be?” he countered.

“Steve,” she said. “I think Steve is behind this.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why would you think Steve had anything to do with this?”’

“Why?” Kat threw her hands up. “Isn’t it obvious? With everything you’ve done to him? With you taking me away from him? He’s hitting back.”

That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, he’d put Rogers through some things. And it wouldn’t be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.

“Yeah, he’ll try.” Bucky stared her down. “But what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didn’t take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.”

Kat looked affronted. “You took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.”

“Still not seeing a connection,” Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.

Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t need Kat.

“Banner betrayed him,” she said. “Maybe that’s why they went after Paulina.”

It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Banner’s side piece. Banner was out of the Rogers’ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Banner’s mistress after the fact? It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t Rogers’ style.

That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Stark’s turf after Rogers ousted him. Then he’d disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Erik asked. “Did the neighbor see anything?”

“No,” Kat told them. “They just found her. Beaten… Don’t you understand? She wasn’t robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?”

Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.

“Pain and death are always the point,” Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. “But Steve’s not after you, Katerina. He’s not after you sister.”

Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.

“When Rogers strikes at me,” he explained, “he’ll make it hurt. He’ll make it personal.”

“This is personal,” her voice was rising. “This does hurt.”

“You and your sister maybe,” Bucky told her. “It’s not personal for me. It doesn’t hurt. I’d have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I don’t.”

Tears slid from her eyes now. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.

Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?

Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.

Paulina’s arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the woman’s back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.

Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and she’d be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating she’d taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankle…

Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.

“Still think this is random?” she asked, still swiping away tears.

Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. “I’ll handle the billing,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldn’t get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?

Was it a message for him?

***

After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.

“Bucky?”

He jumped at how off-guard she’d caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked irritably. He didn’t like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.

“I’m sorry.” She looked it.

As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.

“It’s for you,” she said forlornly. “Thank you for helping Paulina.”

Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. “She out of the hospital yet?”

Kat nodded. “She’s home. Resting. I’m staying with her since we don’t know who did this… or why.”

Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right… “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?”

“And mine?” she asked, flashing him a smile.

“You said you were staying with her,” he pointed out. “You stay with her, someone’s looking after you too.”

The smile faded and he couldn’t even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. He’d had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasn’t unique. She wouldn’t even be memorable.

And she’d served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadn’t succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadn’t been hurt.

No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.

Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what he’d always been told about the old boss’s surviving child. His bitch wife, who’d ripped Bucky’s family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the man’s son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.

Even so, Bucky hated her. He’d been glad she was disfigured, glad she’d never be out in the world. He’d even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.

Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that she’s engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.

When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasn’t likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore mother’s face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogers’ kitchen.

Rogers knew what he was doing. He didn’t care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didn’t care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided he’d do whatever it took to take Rogers’ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.

But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.

Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.

Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.

By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.

But he’d never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogers’ bride wasn’t just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his men’s loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.

And she would be Bucky’s at the end of this. It was going to happen.

Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But he’d wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then he’d drop the hammer.

“Do you really care so little about me?” Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

It wasn’t a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.

“Do we really care about each other?” he wanted to know. “Relationships aren’t based solely on love. That’s the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Don’t make this something more than it really is.”

Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.

Kat watched him expectantly.

Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.

He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.

“These are nice,” he told her with a grin. “Thank you… What else do we have here?”

Kat’s brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.

“There was nothing else,” she said, looking confused.

But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers – five human fingers – he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, staring at those digits.

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I feel sick.”

Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.

Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogers’ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.

Fuck.

Bucky hadn’t ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadn’t known a thing about it until after Rogers’ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.

Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansen’s? He didn’t think so. Hansen had big hands, he didn’t remember the fingers being slender.

Well, they’d find out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.

Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?

It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasn’t usually so theatrical. He’d hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.

This? It was puzzling. And not Rogers’ style at all.

What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?

***

The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasn’t on it. He’d been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.

Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead man’s fingers still had him rattled.

“Found out who those fingers belonged to,” Erik got right into it. “Belonged to one of Hansen’s men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.”

Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didn’t get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something he’d do.

The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.

“Hansen’s still alive,” Buck said flatly.

Erik nodded. “There’s no proof he’s not.”

“Anything else?”

His man’s dark-eyed gaze met his. “I sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.”

A wise move on the man’s part.

“You don’t think he targeted Paulina, do you?” Erik asked.

Bucky shook his head. “Not with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. He’d make sure she knew it was him.”

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. “Any word on Rogers?”

“You knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,” Erik said.

“Frankenstein?” Bucky asked.

“Neal Logiudice,” Erik explained. “Pop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.”

Bucky snorted. He could see that.

“Then he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,” Erik continued. “Grab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.”

Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dyson’s loss on top of Logiudice’s betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.

Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansen’s hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.

“Does anyone know?” Bucky pressed. “Was Rogers shot?”

“Most likely,” Erik told him. “There’s different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didn’t get shot in Hansen’s grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. He’d apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnes’ family.

There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathers’ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.

Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then he’d found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didn’t last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldn’t make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?

Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansen’s men in Kat’s little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Kat’s sister.

While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sister’s place and there she would stay under close watch. He didn’t think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But he’d keep them under glass for now to make sure.

Rogers?

There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead man’s fingers. It wasn’t just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that she’d been taken under Bucky’s command even if it wasn’t his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.

It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.

And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldn’t slow down now. He couldn’t let Rogers even the score.

“My Vinny’s gotten here yet?” Bucky asked. He’d sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinny’s was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Bucky’s best soldiers.

“I’ll go check,” Erik said, heading off to do that.

It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie he’d been wanting to watch. His meal didn’t disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what he’d wanted.

After he’d digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.

Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in there…

Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found… meat?

He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.

“What the fuck?” Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.

Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.

It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroom…

***

“I am so sorry,” Erik said for the hundredth time. “I looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.”

Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinny’s, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And he’d specifically requested that Zemo take Vinny’s brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.

Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.

Was it Rogers? If so, he didn’t like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.

“We’ll try to figure out who those…” Erik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. “That’s all I’ve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?”

Erik didn’t drop his gaze, didn’t back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.

But it wasn’t exclusively Erik’s fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.

“Boss,” Zemo called, walking into his living room.

Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasn’t going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.

“We went through Vinny’s, and we found this in Vinny’s office,” Zemo explained carefully. “It’s for you. Vinny swears he didn’t see who left it and he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“You believe him?” It was an honest question.

Zemo nodded.

Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, “Hint: It’s not Snow White’s.”

Bucky really shouldn’t have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldn’t have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadn’t done in years.

It’s not Snow White’s.

Erik looked concerned. “I’ll get on figuring out who that is,” he offered.

Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didn’t have a human heart in it.

“I think… I might know who this is,” Bucky said when he caught his breath. “It’s not Snow White’s. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.” Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. “This is the heart of a pig.”

His men didn’t speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.

“This is making a little sense now,” Bucky told them. “Erik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.”

The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.

“Who do you think that is?” Erik asked.

“That?” Bucky pointed to the carton. “That’s the heart of a pig. I’ll be really fucking surprised if it’s not Bruce Banner.”

Zemo’s brows shot up. Neither man spoke.

“Kat was right,” Bucky said. “This is Rogers hitting back. But… it isn’t.”

Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.

“Think about each incident,” Bucky told them as he paced. “Paulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of it’s personal. It’s very, very personal.”

“Personal?” Zemo asked.

That stopped Bucky. “Don’t you see? Paulina was Banner’s side piece. Someone did a number on her.”

“In a way that could be covered up,” Erik muttered.

“Yes!” Bucky pointed to him. “Exactly. Hold that thought… And now, here’s the cheating, deceitful pig’s heart.” He continued pacing. “The tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.”

Understanding lit up Erik’s face. “What about the fingers? That guy?”

Bucky shook his head. “The guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, boss?” Zemo asked.

“Each of these messages were sent on Rogers’ behalf,” Bucky explained. “But I don’t think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else… All three messages have one thing in common… A woman scorned.”

Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.

“Bruce Banner was married to Rogers’ sister, but she didn’t love him,” Bucky told them. “She loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why he’d beat his wife where it didn’t show. It's why he shot Barton.”

“Then,” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. “Hansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansen’s order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.”

“Explain Logiudice,” Erik said.

Bucky smirked at him. “Oh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..” An idea with merit.

“You think a woman gave these orders?” Zemo looked puzzled.

“Maybe,” Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. “I need to talk to one of these women first.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“I need you to find the girl from the donut shop,” Bucky told them. “I need to see if she knows anything we don’t before I make any decisions.”

***

Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.

When he walked around, she didn’t look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didn’t mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and he’d help her find her way out of his world.

Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.

She didn’t look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. She’d made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.

He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didn’t intend to keep her long.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“I want to apologize to you for what happened,” he said without preamble. “The man who… While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasn’t an order I gave. I know that doesn’t change a lot for you. But you should know that.”

Again, she just nodded.

“And I do want to help you,” Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. “I’ve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.”

“What do you want?” she asked quietly.

Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “There is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing he’d framed the question in a different way. But it was out now so…

“Do you know his name?” Bucky asked her.

“Lloyd,” she said. “Sir.”

Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloyd’s kinks or hangups.

“He didn’t give you any other names?”

“No,” she said.

“Another man brought you to Lloyd’s house,” Bucky said quietly. “Did you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Tell me about the day you got out,” Bucky said.

She shrugged nervously. “A man broke down the door and helped me out,” she said. “That’s all.”

Bucky frowned. That didn’t sound right. “You didn’t hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?”

After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. “It was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. Guns…”

So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasn’t happy about that. None of his men swept the house?

“Where did the other man take you once he got you out?” Bucky asked.

The young woman blew out a long sigh. “To a friend’s,” she said slowly.

He nodded. “I don’t need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?”

She shook her head.

He hated to ask. “Did he let anyone else…”

“No,” she said quickly.

“All right,” Bucky said in a kinder tone. “What can you tell me about the guy who got you out?”

She was still for a moment, before shrugging. “Not much. I wasn’t… trying to look at him.”

“Did you see any women?” Bucky asked. “Any other younger women like yourself, about your size?“ Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?

“No,” she said after a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.

“Ask about other women?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you'd seen someone I’m interested in,” Bucky said simply.

“Why are you interested in her?” the young woman asked.

“For many reasons,” Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. “For our purposes here, I’m curious about the part she played in the last few days.”

She sighed again but didn’t move as he stood above her.

Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.

“Take this and make a fresh start,” he told her. “But this talk didn't take place. You understand?”

Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but she’d stopped moving.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t…”

She couldn't take the money?

“I’ve got it,” another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?

The pain didn’t subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.

Was the blade coated in poison?

The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.

Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“You!” he managed. “You fucking bitch! You’re… You did this?!”

Her eyes were fierce on him. “I did,” she said.

"Evil bitch," he hissed.

"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."

His gaze darted to the backpack and back.

“And you’re taking the fucking money… too?”

Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.

“I’m giving it to her,” she said as Belova pulled her away. “Just like you wanted.”

Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?

"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.

She held his gaze. "He is."

"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."

"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.

“I’m… I'll get you!” Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"

"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."

Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.

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#His Inheritance #Bucky Barnes #Yelena Belova #Erik Killmonger #Zemo #Mafia AU #Mob Boss!Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x you

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ghostsprettymama · 1 year

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MONA LISA.

“ i want you to give in”

Warnings: smut,bullying,panick attacks,alcohol and possible drug use, anxiety, talks of suicide,toxic relationships,fatphobia,gun violence, throw up. MDNI.

Word count: 4,274 words 22,560 characters

pairings: Riri williams x Black! Reader fluff, shuri x Black! reader, top!black reader x gang member ! Shuri udaku

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ UNLESS MENTIONED OTHERWISE

A/N: NAUR BC I WAS WORKING ON TS IN MY DRAFTS AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT 😭😭 BUT TYSM FOR SM LOVE ON THE LAST POST HERES PART 2.

part one part three

blue text = whispering.

Y/N pov

You woke up in your room . With no collection on how you ended up there, but you do remember why you have this massive ass hangover, you checked your phone seeing Shuri’s message on instagram.

you squinted at the messages smiling, but your momment got ruined by your Brother “ wake yo ass up or T and all of us are leaving yo blackass home and you're gonna miss your first day" Said Erik on the other side.

You groaned getting up from your bed charging your phone while you went to the shower "siri play my song. " you said in your gentle morning voice.

Your phone responded automatically playing your song while you showered putting on your F/s bodywash, taking care of yourself in the shower, stepping out when youre squeaky clean and smelling good.

Youd put on your fit for the day stopping the music, taking your phone and charger with you, along with your purse so you have other mecessarities with you.

you went downstairs heading outside while Erik was waiting for you, he looked you up and down "Fuck you goin lookin like that" Erik said glaring down at you, the 6'2 man said looking down at you "take ya blackass back and change, my sister aint going out like no whore" he said.

A whore? You're dressed like a whore.. you look at him your pretty eyes threatened tears, your pretty makeup threatening to be ruined. "nono please, bee I promise you can go like that you aren't a whore" Erik said to you, your tears no longer threatening to come out.

You both headed to the car and the Udaku sibblings followed behind, shuri looked you up and down Before smacking your ass when the older brothers arent looking.

"SHURI-"

you yelped and the men turned around looking like someone was about to be murdered, both of them reaching for their hips, shuri motioned for them not to and you didnt understand why.

"sorry saw a spider" the two tall dudes sighed shaking their heads "dont do that shit again unless you want us to make sure someones not breathing anymore" said T'challa shaking his head getting in the drivers seat after unlocking one of his many cars, but he only used this one for school. you reached for shuris' hand but she shook her head " youre big now, you dont need to hold my hand" She obviously teased,

You just got in the backseat of the car with shuri, the two men sitting up front. you thought about what she had said, it made you upset either way, but you shook your head listening to one of your second favorite songs

SHURI POV

she looked at instagram going to her dms, seeing one unread dm from Riri, a close friend of hers, they werent at all interested in eachother but here and there theyd joke like they were.

She looked at the previous convo trying to remember what and who they were talking about and why, these two werre notorius shit talkers, but aint nobody stopped them, even if they can they cant.

Ohhh... she thought ttyping fast with her digits trying to carry on with the conversation hoping Riri isnt mad,Not that Shuri needs her, she js enjoys her prescense as a friend, she held Riri dearly to her.

She rolled her eyes turning her phone off, Shuri knew Riri was just concerned about Y/n, after all the school they go to is fucked up, but its the closest and least expensive one.

T'challa pulled up to the school everyone but Y/n getting out, Shuri decided to show out and open y/ns door helping her out the car. She held her hand as they walked into ths school, everyone looking Y/n up and down

"Why are they looking at me shuri.." she said to shuri in a whisper, "well maybe because youre a woman thats fine as fuck coming to a bigass school, and holding my hand?" Y/n bobbed for the answer and got the wrong apple, Shuri took the ' sarcastic asshole ' response in return for a dumb question.

T'challa pov

"You two already got your schedule right?" T'challa said turning to them, hoping to god they didnt forget the schedules at home or theyre gonna have to drive back. Even if T' challa seemed to be some ' big scary gangsta ' as titled by peers. He rather not be late to class.

"yeah, i got me and i put Y/n's schedule in her purse so we good." Erik said, T'challa got closer to erik when he pulled schedule out, shit was so crumbled you could barely read the words on there. "My nigga what the FUCK is this??" t'challa looked at him with his signature look on his face.

"Bro leave me alone i was rushing" said Erik looking back at him as if he got hit in the head with a hot comb. they both broke out into laughter not being able to take looking at eachother like that. "anyways we got the same schedule, what about you two?" T'challa looked at the girls who were already gone.

"did they ju- " T'challa turned to erik and he nodded, both of them shook their head in sync. "kids these days.."he said causing erik to chuckle.

They hated eachother but still kept the unremovable bond of their good friendship, who even knows why they arent actually friends anymore. The tale is like a mystery to people. Neither T'challa or Erik open up about it, but only shuri and the udaku sibblings mother Ramonda knew.

homeroom period bell rings

Y/N pov

She sat by Shuri and her friend Riri we met while walking around,both were on each sides of me and it mad me feel safe, she adjusted her braclets bracelets, some teachers gave her work the students were already working on,i only had gotten it due to the fact that shes a " hard worker".

Riri nudged me motioning me to pull my jacket up and cover my chest, I raised my eyebrows looking down, shit...she left hickeys on my chest you thought to yourself zipping up your jacket "Thanks Riri..." you smiled at her and she gave you a fist bump. "its nothin, a sista helps a sista out" she said as the bell rang your homeroom teacher coming in, damn she was fine.

RIRI POV

Shuri better not let this one go, i actually like her. She sighed to herself after fist-bumping her, Watching Miss Romanoff come in Rolling her eyes, she desperately loathed that woman with everything in her damn body.

“Good morning class we have a new student today, could you stand up” said Natasha,Riri glanced at her and she got up walking to the front,

I dont got a good feelin about this, She looked at shuri and shuri nodded feeling the exact feelings

Y/n POV

She got up, coming to the front of the classroom waiting for it to go silent. She gave her usual pretty smile. “ Hello im Y/n L/n and i hope this school treats me right”. She was going for her seat before Romanoff said something.

“ any facts? Like your family or you” She said to Y/n as she sat down, she looked at shuri before looking at riri, both of them shook their heads. “I Rather not, thats not anyones buisness in here anyway” you shrugged sitting back down, finishing the papers you had gotten.

Romanoff's eyebrow raised before she went to her desk handing you a paper and book. Youd put it aside before putting the papers in youur pink folder putting it in your folder.

you felt eyes on you, when you turned you looked at a white boy with brown hair and dark eyes trying to uncover who you are.

But his friend next to him calling him, causing the boy to look away.

You raised an eyebrow at his actions, a weird one you thought. Maybe he wanted to play a game, but you werent interested in some white boy with a staring problems games.

After class

you and your two friends left first standing by the lockers and talking about what had happened, shuri paid attention to your body language taking note of Peter, if he made you uncomfy she would do something about it, if he didn't then he was fine.

“Yeah, the weird guy? Peter, he’s usually talking to ned in their world, I don't know what's up with me today.” Riri said shrugging it off, you dismissed it too not caring about him either way, shuri looked at Peter and ned while you two talked. “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” you said uncomfy with what he did. “Hold that thought” riri and shuri went over to the two guys.

you were on your phone as you suddenly looked up seeing two red marks on peters face.

Shuri POV

She was paying attention to her friends body language “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” said y/n shifting her body showjng she was uncomfy. almost immediantly the two girls looked at eachother nodding oou im gonna beat this dough boy colored bitches ass. shuri thought " hold that thought" she said as she moved off the wall going over to Peter and ned, they wanted nothing with ned he was cool for now.

"What the fuck is your problem," Riri said staring up at Peter. She didn't care at all about the height difference in height, after all the bigger they are the harder they fall. Riri put her finger in the middle of his chest roughly pressing it against the middle as if it was a knife. “So you just gon’ creep my friend out and stare at her? We know the shit you're trying to pull Peter and stop digging for shit you shouldn't even know” said shuri spitting venom at the male before giving him a big smack to the face

“Hey man in sorry for him, he was j-” ned tried to defend his friend but Riri interrupted him "Shut the fuck up ned, this dont involve you" she stared at him as if the poor boy committed an act of murder to her friend. "if you wanna keep ya girl mj, even if that bitch is yours, leave Y/n alone" said Shuri walking away with Riri.

"does she even know why shes not at that school anymore? or about the shit both of your familys do huh?" Peter said as he was trying to anger Shuri and Riri more. “Its none of her buisness” said shuri as they kept walking .

“What does he-”dont worry about it” Shuri interrupted as they continued walking, Y/n looked at them before catching up to the others

LATER

Y/n pov

you sat on the bleachers watching the two play basketball for gym class recording it to watch later on my camera, when the bell rang shuri lifed her shirt whiping her sweat off, her sports bra and v line showing, along with the lovebites and kisses from lastnight on her body. you stopped filming putting the camera in your purse staring at her body.

"you like her ? " a voice said to her causing her to jump, her purse being sent all the way to shuri from her jumping so much . you turned around looking at the pretty girl beside of you "kiana" she said to you, her name so you nodded saying yours "Y/n" you said smiling to her. Her entourage was behind her watching the two of her “oou shes pretty... Is that Shuri's girlfriend?” said one of the girls “Thats Mariana, ignore her” you nodded “so what was your question” you adjusted yourself looking at Kiana, you weren't scared of her and you knew what she was trying to do. “a statement actually, You shouldn't like shuri, shes like of dem playgirls” she looked at your hickeys and kisses shuri left on you. You nodded getting up “mmh. Kiana rii? Yeah. Just because you were one of her hoes or rejected by her, dont mean you get you and ur friends to scare me away from my childhood bestie, i know her more then you ever would” you declared showing no form of emotion, Riri and Shuri called for you as they came out the lockerooms.

“It's ‘ight, she doesn't like fat bitches ‘nyway,” said Mariana, causing you to turn around and stare “ that's crazy becausee... She didnt say that last night. “ you shrugged it off walking past your bag, and giving shuri a little kiss on the lips, you dont know what fueled you but you did it anyways.

“What's with the sudden kiss?” shuri stared then looked up to see Kiana and Mariana then back to y/n who bent down to pick her bag up causing her to stare.

“Mmh y/n..” she stared for the longest time before smacking it, loud enough for the gym to hear. You flinched turning to shuri with a face red as a tomato. “Payback” she’d say smiling, Mariana and Kiana walked over to shuri putting their arms around her.

“Hey, baby. Why are you fucking around with someone like her I thought you liked us” Mariana said her acrylics Circling them on her chest. Shuri smiled at her getting lost in the momment " you know its not like that ma im up for anyone i can do what i want, nobody gon' hold me down anytime soon." she used the same nickname and voice she used for you. "shuri." said riri and kiana hushed her.

you had a “ did this bitch really just...” face on offended at how your two faced friend was acting"Nah Riri let's go. let shuri fuck around with her hoes like she always does" Youd say leaving and not waiting for riri, the bell rang for lunch, you were hurt bad.

Riri POV

" you said you wouldnt play her Shuri, i knew you were a damn lie" Riri said spitting venom at her as she got her bag leaving " like you said her soft ass wasnt gonna last here" Riri turned around staring up at shuri. "yknow what.." she clocked both of the thots on shuris dead in the nose. " fuck you and your thots, you know i dont fuck with this playgirl shit" she said leaving.

Riri saw the girls go the same way y/n went as she looked both at Kiana and Mariana "oou im sick of yall." she ran after them following them to the bathroom

Shuri looked at the two , realising what she did and said was wrong, "fuck." she sighed movinf past them and going to the lunchroom to get Erik.

Riri on the other hand came in the bathroom seeing the other 4 girls bang on the stall Y/n was in . she heard her crying and hyperventilating, she was havinqg "either yall gon' get the fuck out or im airing this bitch out right now." Riri reached for under her shirt, the girls stopped running out as she sighed, sitting by the stall

"Hey Y/n you 'ight ?" she leaned against the stall listening to her cry." Shuri probably didnt mean it, she was lo- " she got interrupted by the sounds of her throwing up and the toilet flushing. soon y/n came out, sitting on the counter in the bathroom.

" im Fine, i know sex doesnt mean you love them its whatever, we were drunk" y/n said i saw her try to keep a straight face, but she failed crying her eyes out again, her makeup was ruined, you signed hugging her, she burried her head into riri's shoulder as she patted and rubbed y/n's back to soothe her. "lets get you prettied up again yeah?" said Riri as she used makeup wipes from her gym bags cleaning y/n's face. "you know how to do make up?" Y/n sniffled asking you. "girl hell yeah i do? ion got lucious lashes like you do but shiit i got the falsies that look like yours. I wish i had your features" Riri said with a smile, doing y/n's makeup for her.

"Why'd you say that? youre so pretty and strong Ri, and you stand up for your friends ." She smiled. wow shes so pretty, why does she play games with shuri.. id deffinently treat her right. Riri shook her head as she didnt know why she had these thoughts, she wasnt going to act on it either, shes not that kind of person. "thanks." she smiled

Y/n pov

She was so nice to me and i dont know why, Riri turned my face to the mirror, i smiled seeing my new makeup i hopped down giving her a kiss on her head hugging her . " thank you so much Ri!"

Erik, T'challa and Shuri came busting in and we both sighed turning to them. "what the hell happened in here?" T'challa said , Shuri looked at you hoping you returned contact, still hurt by what you said you didnt look at her. your focus was on T'Challa, " nothing. it isnt important " you said turning back to them going back to talking yo Riri.

Erik came over putting his hand on your shoulder, thinking its shuri's you smack it off turning around " the fuck do you want?? didnt you already do en- you turned to eriks face staring you dead in the eyes. " Were serious y/n. what the fuck happened." He said trying to intimidate the answers out of you, well not trying you already are.

"If i said its nothing then its nothing micheal! im sure you know because the captain of hoes over there already ran her mouth. instead of fucking helping me from her sillicone dick crazed hoes." you screamed starting to go off because you were getting overstimulated. "i dont need a damn knight right now because i got fucked over five minutes ago just because one of Shuri's crazy ass fans" you pushed past them leaving , you decided to hide in the darker part of the schools library.

The lights were busted here, you curled up into a ball sighing, your eyes felt heavy, and behan to close, eventually closing for a good time.

you got woken up by someone moving your head to their lap, you open your eyes trying to see who it was shuri. you were too tired to argue so you just sat up sighing.

"what time is it," you asked her as she looked at you, she had a look you saw the look on her face that you never saw throughout the 13 years you knew her. "its 4th period, almost over but why the hell are you hiding here." said shuri looking at me with a cigarette in her mouth.

“Number one.” you said as you took the cigarette from her mouth. Stomping on it, "two if you wanna talk to me do it respectfully" you straddled her lap looking her in the eyes you got close to her almost close enough to kiss her " you can speak now, and dont use nicknames" you said crossing your arms.

Shuri Pov

Shuri blew the smoke away from your face fanning it before diverting her attention back to you " why are you jealous if we arent dating" i said rasing a brow trying to get the answers out of her

Y/n hesitated before huffing, her cold breath blowing on my face. " Because you make my heart race, you give me butterflies and just make me wanna do things to you.. " she got close to my lips and my heart began to race, but she pulled away, her eyes looking at me full of lust and anger. " then why dont you act on them ma." i said smirking knowing that'd set her her off.

"I said no names," Y/n said yanking my hair back and causing me to look up. "you already pissed me off acting like a player, I know damn well you arent one" she’d positioned herself to be looking down at me. “ i want you to myself shuri, im not sharing you, i want you to give in “ she said, her lips kissing mine.

her lips went to attack my neck leaving love bites, and bite marks. The arousal this woman is causing me will be the death of me, part of me wants to make her work, and another just wants her so bad, but i deffinently cant do this relationshp shit, its scary.

“How about you work for it? Yeah?” i said mocking her but Y/N absolutely didnt like that,she yanked my hair causing me to moan. “Okay okay, fuckbuddies yeah? How about tha -

“stop fucking talking.” she took my shirt off of me. She sucked and kissed my collar bone causing tiny moans to escape my mouth, her tongue swirled and flicked on my nipples, and I heard the librarian nearby. Oh fuck. Please baby don't do this right now. “Shut the fuck up then” Y/n whispered before going back to attacking my breasts, her fingers sliding to my pussy, her digits Massaging my clit in a circular motion.

god damn she was so sexy like this. I moaned in her ear causing her to bite my nipple, the pain causing my pussy to get wetter, her fingers entered my pussy fingering me nice and slow, the squelching being able to be heard.

Shuri tried to speak but got interrupted by Y/n’s thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, She felt so good right now, Finally, y/n would let go of Shuri's hair .

Peter and neds voice was heard and that made y/n smile, “ma, no. We can continue late-” she whispered to the angered y/n pulling her pants down. She yoinked her panties down not even giving shuri a second to speak, immediately eating her pussy out. She blew cold air against Shuri's’s pretty soaked cunt, she used her tongue to explore her pretty cunny(cunt,pussy). Shuri gasped for air her hips rocking against her face riding her high.

Peter and Ned slowly got closer and closer. “Baby I'm gonna cum fuck, please me just like that I'm so proud of you” Shuri would say keeping their eye contact with y/n. “mmh cum in my mouth, please i wanna taste you “ said Y/n.

Shuri bit her lips as she squirted in Y/ns mouth,Shuri panted then moaned louder when y/n was licking her clean.

Y/n licked my thighs clean before fixing my pants and underwear, i stood up fixing it myself.

“do you forgive me?” Y/n Nodded turning to shuri “cmon were gonna be late” i said going down the stairs holding her hand.

Y/n pov

I smiled to myself, that didnt settle the jealously but i knew I did what those hoes couldn't. Pride filled my stomach as we went down the stairs facing Ned and Peter who had shocked faces on.

“well.. We were sent to look for you” said ned beginning to turn around to the entrance of the library, walking away.

Peter sighed rubbing his temples. “in a school...” he said with disappointment in his voice Shaking his head “could you two like?? Not wait to fuck at home?” he said stating the fact that we have a problem.

"you mad i got to her first peter?" said Shuri getting in his face. "see thats your problem. you assume i want her because i was staring, i was only doing so because shes pretty and i was curious" said peter looking down at shuri.

"So you hit him for no reason Shuri?" I said turning to her with an eyebrow raised. "well he made my friend uncomfy, so i fixed it Udaku style fym?" she said acting as if she didnt assault a man because he made me uncomfy. i shook my head .

"well we gotta go peter last period of the day." i said skipping on to the next class.

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CLASS STARTS

I wrote notes down in my notebook for history, since its black history month today they were studying Marsha p. Johnson, i paid close attention the whole class.

i had sat next to erik,shuri and riri. T'challa didnt have this class anymore since he passed the test with full credit.

Erik had his glasses on since we sat far and he needed to see desperately, sometimes I’d et him copy my notes as long as he changed it up, Mariana and Kiana came in with busted noses and black eyes.

my phone dinged and in sync we all checked the gc.

i looked at riri and she whistled looking at the sky, we all laughed as the bell rang, all of us going outside to the car.

Eventually we made it home in time for my rest,i went on the steps and felt shuri turn me around giving me a deep and long kiss. evemtually i pulled away before it lead to anything else due to me being tired. "thanks ma, for coming back" she smiled smacking my ass before she left.

i smiled at her watching her till she went inside, going inside myself getting ready to sleep

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A/N: this took long as hell to write my fingers hurt 😒. LEAVE A LIKE BELOW IF YOUD WAANT MORE

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soranatus · 6 months

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Black Panthers By WenWu | 간계밥

#marvel movies #mcu #black panther #Black Panther Wakanda Forever #wakanda forever #Shuri #princess shuri #t’challa #t'challa #tchalla #n’jadaka #erik killmonger #au

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livstarlight · 1 year

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Modern AU-no powers-just everyone being regular people type of shit, and it’s christmas because I said so and because everything is more fun at christmas:

Namor (like I said before) is N'Jadaka's best friend, they get along like an hamster on a wheel (except the wheel is on fire, and the hamster is on the highway) ANYWAY they have been best friends for ages but Namor has never actually met Erik's family, if not his father once when he was alive, and Erik always talks shit about the rest of them, especially his insufferably perfect cousin T'Challa and his annoying younger cousin Shuri, and usually Namor tends to believe him because he is... you know, his best friend, and you are supposed to believe and support your friends when they tell you something and because okay they do sound like excessively good to the point of boring people

Except that one day during the holidays Erik asks Namor to come pick him up by his uncle's house and he ends up actually meeting the infamous family, but especially Shuri and okay, when Erik said young, Namor was expecting a child, not a 22 years old beautiful woman with eyes so sharp they could cut him. And there is nothing annoying about her, she is spirited... alright he is probably gone, down so bad and so fast he's already trying to come up with a plausible excuse to see her again soon. 13 years of difference is not that much right? Right? He doesn’t care, he is too whipped to care.

(If in his mind he's already trying to decipher which color should he have to mix to get the perfect shade to paint her eyes that's between him and his canvas... and possibly his roommate Attuma and his cousin Namora who unfortunately share the apartment with him and have to endure him raving about this girl 24/7 day and night for the foreseeable future) [Pray for them]

No matter she seems to have the most overprotective family around her that could rival with the Great Wall of China, or that N'Jadaka would tease him mercilessly if he knew how down bad he was for his cousin (he doesn’t hold that much love for her anyway, so if it ended bad nothing would happen between them, but Namor won’t, absolutely won’t let that happen, she is too special to lose)

She's apparently also a genius and a know it all who wouldn’t hesitate to shut him down faster than the time it would get him to say hi? Fine by him. She can dissect him to pieces with that wonder of a brain she has for all he cares.

Shuri on her part has already heard about him, and decided to despise him by principle because he's her devil-spawn-cousin's best friend so he must be awful too and who the hell decides to call himself Namor if not a deranged egomaniac person.

Except she doesn’t expect him to look like that or have that voice, or to sound way more deeper than she gave him credit for... and alright, he is intense, and stubborn to-the-point-of-idiocy when he wants to. But he can actually make a lot of sense about a lot of things, and they do have a lot in common, and he challenges her, doesn’t let her win easily, she wants to know more about him oh no he is not that bad at all what now

#thank you for staying with me with this deranged rollercoaster of a musing #I'll be here whole week #obsessing like a maniac over a ship #and creating fake scenarios about them that satisfy no one but me #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #namor #shuri #n'jadaka #erik killmonger #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #fanfic aus #namuri christmas au

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Dark Therapy

Imagine: Erik is your therapist encouraging you to get in touch with your inner villain.

Something was off about your therapist and his methods. Three months ago you were a people pleasing approval seeker. Gradually, with his help, you changed. Typically, that would be an ideal step in the right direction, but when you brought up your NEW tendency to seek revenge, his response was for you to explore it.. Give into in to impulse.

"Revenge is valid," he'd said. "Perhaps your catharsis is on the other side. Let the injured you heal however it must. You owe that to yourself. "

After sleeping with your co-worker's husband and breaking up their family on some petty shit, you felt bad. It didn't fix anything. She pissed you off before you did it and after.

"You just need to think bigger," Dr. Stevens said. "Your revenge wasn’t an act FOR you, it was an act AGAINST her. Finding the midpoint would ensure that you walk away better than how you walked in."

You knew something was wrong then. Still.. You found yourself plotting in the journal he'd told you to keep. You planned the ultimate tour of vengeance against your co-worker, your boss, and your step-dad. Step by step you carried out your plan and recorded it all, bringing the journal back to your therapist who read it like it was a New York Best Seller, laughing at spots in between

"You really pissed in your boss' coffee and served it," he grinned. "HE LIKED IT..."

"He wants it prepared that way every morning. Said whatever shot I added made me good for something."

"Attagirl." He reads on. "You blackmailed your co-worker's husband and finessed money for your car payment, that's what I'm talking about," he reached out to give you dap. "And gluing your step-dad's dick-hole shut? That's already genius but the GERBIL!"

"Was kinda hard to get in him while he was sleep."

"This is amazing.. You did amazing. How do you feel?"

"Evil.. I don't know if I can keep this up. I don't like being the bad person."

"Okay.. but what is evil? Who defines evil and to what gain? Instead of thinking in terms that do not serve you, try thinking in a way that will. Good and evil are not polar opposites, they are shades of grey."

You thought about what he said. You took it home and milled over it until your next session which brings us into the present.

"I don't think I can see you again."

"Why not?

"I started seeing you three months ago for my childhood trauma and instead of healing, I've never been angrier."

"Anger is an emotion that you meet on your way to healing. The process takes time."

"Right now, more than anything I need time to get away and think," you sigh. "I asked my boss-"

"Don't ask- take."

"Right... Look, this isn't working out for me. Do you have a referral?"

"I do, but that's not what you need. You still have these rigid rules in your mind and if you could blur them, you'd learn what your boss and his boss already know.. what I'm trying to show you.. there is no evil, no black and white, no reason for you to be under this much duress.. Free yourself."

"I don't know if I can be so FREE."

"It's easy. Turn it off, the fear, the second thoughts, the what ifs, the doubt, the caring too much. Turn it all off and see what you do. Come back next week with your journal. I wanna read it all.."

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #erik killmonger imagine #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #wakanda forever fanfic #wakanda forever #erik killmonger fics #killmonger fic #erik killmonger black reader #killmonger!blackreader #killmonger imagine

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fuckitwhenifeelit · 1 year

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In Normal au, it'd be hilarious if Erik, Attuma and Namor were roommates/friends.

Because I 100% just imagine Erik and Attuma doing this when Namor finally brings home the girl he's been "courting like a gentleman"/he thinks is the love of his life for montys.

Namor is torn between embarrassed, laughing and wanting to kill his friends. Shuri thankfully thinks its hilarious. So they got dressed and opened the door.

Erik stops dancing when he sees Shuri

"SHURI!"

"N'Jadaka!" Shuri looks like she's seen a ghost, Namor completely misreads what is happening.

"How does she know your birth name?" Namor pinning Erik to the wall. Not realizing, Erik can't explain with a tight hand on his windpipe. Attuma grabs Namor trying to keep him from breaking Eriks neck. (Erik guards his birth name to avoid dealing with his dad's family. So Namor only knows it because he's been friends with him for seven years. So Namor assumes they had to be close lovers.)

"Namor let him go, we're blood cousins he's turning Blue!"

Namor let's go.

"Oh....sorry."

"I'm just surprised you're cradlerobbing Namor. Thought you'd have taste for older ladies or at least your age."

"What are you talking about? She's in a masters program." (Namors in his early 30s, and assumed Shuri was like 27-29)

"A program she's been in since she was 17. She's not even 22 yet."

*Namor flustered and looks like a soul left his body. Because this means Shuri's rhe same age as his baby cousin Namora. He's overthinking so hard , smoke might come out his ears. But looking at Shuri , he still had deep feelings. But holy hell he feels like a creepy old guy hitting on a college freshman.

Attuma is just quietly watching this live soap opera now the fighting stopped.

"Sooo, Shuri hows auntie?"

"N'Jadaka for the love of Bast, shut up."

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OP, Namor doesn't know how to move forward with this scene either 😭

#submission #i made myself laugh #njadaka #erik killmonger #namor x shuri #au!normal #idk how to move forward with the scene

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laiqualaurelote · 7 months

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chapter three - raise hell as I roll along

“Is it so inconceivable that I might have a conscience?” said Tony.

“Yes,” said Steve, perplexed, “yes, because everything about who you say you are implies otherwise—”

“And you don’t know what to make of it.”

“I don’t know what to make of you.”

Tony’s eyes glittered. “You can make of me what you will, Steve.”

In Jazz Age New York, aspiring artist Steve Rogers, in search of his missing friend, enters a glittering underworld of speakeasies, gangsters and spies, presided over by the maddeningly enigmatic Tony Stark. 1920s Prohibition era!AU

#marvel cinematic universe #avengers #mcu fic #steve rogers #tony stark #stony #steve x tony #1920s au #gangsters au #erik killmonger #wilson fisk #xu wenwu #marvel trumps hate #mth 2022

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superhoeva-archived · 2 years

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 || 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐" (𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we’ve made it to the smut! i'm so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in one day!)

“There she is!”

Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.

“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”

Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”

You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.

Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.

“I know this room can feel like… a lot… but it’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he promises in a delicate tone. “And I know that’s pretty easy for me to see, but don’t worry. If you have any questions at all, just ask me or Doctor Banner or Doctor, Rhodes, okay? Any questions at all.”

Kingo’s reassuring words allow you to finally let out the deep breath you’ve been holding in since you rolled out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, your breath gets caught again when Kingo places a warm hand on your back before returning to the microscope he was readying when you came in.

Shaking off the shivers and tingling skin, you turn to your laptop––newly provided after M.T. Rogers sent the bi-weekly request form to the mainland––and open it.

“Ready?” Dr. Banner calls out after watching you get settled. Looking up from the newly opened document, you give him a bright smile and thumbs up. “Alright,” he nods with a grin threatening to break out on his face.

Come one, Bruce. Get it together.

“So today, Doctor Rhodes and I are going to start analyzing some soil samples collected by our people on the ground. While we get everything set up and started, I think it would be best to start with Doctor Kingo. He’s finishing up his study of a dead rhinovirus from a sample we collected from Barnes after he fell ill a couple of weeks ago.”

Kingo winks at you playfully from behind the microscope at Banner’s directions, and both you and Rhodes let out a laugh.

“Hey,” Rhodes calls out, “if he starts to bother you, just let me know. I’ll take care of him, alright sweetheart?”

The playful threat put a grin on everyone’s face, and the sight warms your heart. You’re definitely going to have some fun in here.

It’s dinner time.

Almost everyone, except Loki (for obvious reasons) and yourself (since you’re just now finishing up your laundry), is scattered around the living room or kitchen. M.T. Rogers sits on the couch with Erik and Barnes, Wilson and Pietro in the recliners across from them.

The both of them pass a large blunt back and forth, happy to be able to relax after a long day of working to fix one of the heaters.

Thor is busy finishing up dinner for everyone with the help of M’Baku, (the only other person willing to help out in the kitchen for the moment) who has to keep talking Thor out of adding extra salt to Banner’s plate just to see the look on his face.

Speaking of Banner, he just so happens to be at the end of a tense match of pool against Rhodes. Kingo watches with a frown on his face, regretting putting tonight’s money on the self-proclaimed pool great: Rhodes.

Druig is already seated at the table, nose deep in one of his books that he’s read at least twenty times.

It’s only when you walk into the room that everyone’s attention is drawn from whatever they’re doing. You met with a bombardment of warm greetings from all but one; Thor. The blond stares at you for half of a second before whipping back around to stir the large pots of soup (you all had the choice of chicken noodle or tortilla), only one thing on his mind.

You don’t get a chance to formally part with Erik before a booming voice forces the majority of your attention.

“And she has arrived! Welcome, new archivist!”

The voice is revealed to belong to Thor once he enters the room. His arms are spread out wide and inviting, as is the warm smile that sits across his face. You let out a small squeak when he envelops you in a tight hug, raising you a few inches off the ground before he decides to let go. Once he pulls away and gets a good look at your face, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring until Wilson, rather loudly, clears his throat.

“My apologies,” Thor starts lowly, “it’s just that... no one told me that you’d be so lovely.”

Your eyebrows raise at his statement, now wanting nothing more than to get out from all of the (what you now realize are) heated gazes around you. You barely find the strength to stutter out an answer.

“Um, thank you,” you breathe out quietly, eyes not able to leave Thor’s. “You know what, I should probably go ahead and unpack. I have a feeling that jetlag is gonna set in pretty soon, and I wanted to finish before I crash for the night.”

You’re too focused on the act of grabbing your bag to notice how Thor’s expression drops into one of regret. Your eagerness to leave the room after his remark has him feeling that he’s crossed a line, and he suddenly fills with the urge to leave you be.

“If everyone will excuse me, I should be getting back to the kitchen.”

That moment has played over and over again in his head for the entirety of your stay, the man unable to notice that, not only did you enjoy the warm welcome but also that your eagerness to get away had nothing to do with him.

“Thor,” M’Baku calls out (unknowingly to Thor for the third time), finally catching the attention of a distracted Thor. The pilot holds a large stack of bowls and stares at him along with everyone else, who is already seated at the table.

Thor clears his throat, mumbling out a quick, “sorry.”

“Thor, why don’t you serve our newest member first?” Pietro suggests smugly from his seat next to you, arm hanging against the back of your chair. “She is the lady of the house after all.”

“Oh, please don’t feel like you have to do that,” you laugh nervously to Pietro, but M’Baku is speaking before anyone else gets the chance to say anything.

“Very well,” he nods, looking over at you. “Which would you like?”

With all of the attention in the room now on you, this decision becomes one of the hardest you’ve ever made in your life. “Um, I don’t know. They both smell so good––”

“Chicken noodle or tortilla soup? It’s not that hard of a decision.”

Everyone freezes at the tone of Thor’s voice, turning and gazing at him like he’s grown a few extra heads. M.T. Rogers and Druig, in particular, look at him with a certain disdain.

You have to swallow before meekly answering,” tortilla, please.”

For some reason, Thor hasn’t taken the time to realize his unnecessarily rough tone of voice. He’s too preoccupied with getting this interaction with you out of the way so he can’t embarrass himself like he did when meeting you any further.

Great job, Thor.

He scoops the soup into the bowl, quite messily due to his shaking hands. However, you, along with every other person in the room (except Erik) mistake his vigor as something with malicious intent as payback for whatever you’ve done to offend the man.

Barnes hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, his heart breaking at the deflated look on your face. He becomes even more confused when Thor marches over and forcefully sets the bowl in front of you, who flinches slightly at the drops that splash out and hit the table.

Wide eyes and irate expressions fill the room, all of which you ignore as you stand. “I think I’ll eat in my room tonight.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Rogers attempts to assure, standing as well with a kind outstretch of the hand. “Why doesn’t everyone just––”

“No, it’s alright, sir,” you nod, quickly grabbing your bowl of soup and a nearby spoon. “I have some work to finish typing up anyway.”

And just like that, you’re gone before anyone else could try and convince you to stay. The rest of dinner is silent for the most part, not even Pietro having anything to lighten the mood with.

Only Wilson, Erik, and Barnes notice how little M.T. Rogers eats at dinner tonight, but they don’t say anything about it. Thor doesn’t each much either, mentally preparing himself for the one-on-one meeting he already knows he’s going to have in Rogers’ office later on tonight.

It’s only an hour later that Erik finds the time to check on you.

You’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice when he eases open your door. Erik stares with sad eyes at the way you’re curled into yourself. After a few moments, you still don’t move. Erik sighs.

“Did you know that there used to be dinosaurs here?”

You don’t respond to Erik’s question, busying yourself with picking at a loose thread on your thick sweatshirt. He smiles a little to himself before continuing.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Millions of years ago, the piece of land we now call Antarctica was as hot as Melbourne, and it was inhabited by dinosaurs.” It takes a long second, but you finally look over at Erik with curious eyes. He celebrates the victory silently.

“There was no ice… no penguins. Just a bunch of forests and some big ass dinosaurs.”

“Really?”

Your question is quiet, voice slightly wobbly as you wipe away the last of your tears. Erik nods, closing the door and taking a gentle seat on the side of your bed. “Yeah. There are even fossils under all this ice that proves it.”

Erik lets his words sit with you for a moment, taking the chance to look around your room. His eyes run over the small trinkets of your personality scattered around the room.

A tiny portable radio sits next to a few CDs. (A few hits from Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, and Olivia-Newton John from what he could tell.) A print of Darth Vader on an old TIME magazine cover. A Rubik’s cube that’s a long way from being solved.

He doesn’t mention your unopened laptop. Or the now-cold bowl of should that sits on your desk.

“Can you tell me more facts about Antarctica?”

Erik looks at you before carefully scooting closer to where you are still scrunched up near the head of your bed. You don’t flinch when he moves, which he takes as an invitation to stay.

“On average, Antarctica is the windiest place on Earth,” he rattles off, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.

“I could have guessed that one,” you tell Erik,” I thought I was gonna get picked up and blown away if M’Baku wasn’t holding onto me on our way inside.”

A small laugh leaves the geologist, his smile working as the perfect distraction from Thor’s unexplainably cold attitude. “Another, please.”

Erik thinks before stating, “15,750 feet under the ice is a buried mountain range; the Gamburtsev Mountains, to be specific, and it stretches across the entire continent.”

As the geologist continues to oblige your request, a small spark of courage strikes your chest somewhere between Erik’s ramblings about the discovery of Antarctica and diamond dust. It’s probably the passion in his voice that draws you in close enough to touch his thigh with yours, or maybe something else you’re too inattentive to attempt to figure out.

Erik doesn’t realize how close the two of you are until he catches your warm gaze. Pausing his sentence surrounding how Antarctica can be classified as a desert, Erik turns to you with a sheepish smile.

“I started rambling, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I liked it,” you grin, bumping your shoulder with his. “Helped me feel better and I learned some new facts about Antarctica that I can trick the other guys into thinking I know all on my own.”

This pulls a chuckle from Erik, but your mentioning of the other men quickly reminds him of why he came to check on you in the first place.

“I feel like I should tell you that Thor isn’t usually like that,” Erik starts, almost stopping when he sees you deflate into the sad version of yourself he was met with when he arrived. “He only acts like that when he’s up in his head, worrying about something. It ain’t have nothing to do with you personally.”

While Erik’s words should be reassuring, they aren’t.

“I haven’t even spoken to the guy on more than three occasions, and he already hates me…” you laugh bitterly, nearly turning back to the loose string as an even more terrible thought pops into your head. “And, after today, I’m pretty sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t really like me.”

Erik’s eyebrows furrow at your sentence, and he finds himself turning to get a better look at you. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

You sigh, thinking back to the day’s earlier events. “Nothing, never mind.”

The pointed look you earn from Erik has you whining out another, “nothing, I swear. It’s just… apart from Thor, everyone has been really nice to me, but after tonight I can’t help but think they’re faking it. I mean, you saw how Thor was when we met, right?”

Erik nods, mind filling with the memory of a warm and flirty Thor.

“And then tonight, as you know, he was practically the complete opposite. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”

“Not following, baby girl,” Erik breaths out, but you’re too overwhelmed to even notice the nickname. “Why would you think someone else doesn’t like you––”

“It’s not just someone else, it’s everyone,” you exclaim worriedly. “What if, for the entire time that I’ve been here, all of you were just pretending to be super kind because, instead of me applying for myself, Fury was the one that sent down my application? And now, not only do you not like me because I’ve intruded on the unit you all have got down here, but you have to fake actually liking me because you’re afraid I might run back a tattle-tale to our boss’ boss––”

“Hey.”

The word was short quiet, but commanding enough for you to stop. A second goes by before Erik breathes out a laugh with a shake of his head.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

You furrow your eyebrows at Erik, unsure of what he means. “What?”

“I said you’re crazy and you wanna know why?”

A nod from you has Erik taking a long sigh. “I can wholeheartedly assure you that there isn’t a single dude down here that doesn’t like you. Trust me. Even Loki, which says a lot. Nobody’s faking that shit, I promise you that.”

Your eyes are wide and innocent as you look at Erik, a hint of relief in them as well.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah,” he nods, not noticing that he’s inching closer. “You’re obviously well equipped for the job, whether Fury was the one who sent in your papers or not. And you’re actually pleasant to be around. You’re helpful and attentive, which only makes everyone’s job easier.”

At this point, Erik’s voice has worked its way down to a horse rasp, and you’re hanging on to every letter. While your hands stand in your lap, they can’t help but fiddle with the bottom hem of your sweatshirt. You seem to be under some kind of spell as Erik continues, his lips now only a breath away from yours.

“Your presence is new and refreshing, in a way that makes people like you as soon as you step into the room. Everything about you shines with a light that brightens up this little hole in the ground that we gotta work in. Not to mention that… you’re beautiful, and, even in these big ass sweatshirts you wear, sexy as fuck.”

You don’t have the strength to look away from Erik’s face, and if you did it would only be to peek down at his lips.

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper back. It’s clearly a lie and not a good one, but the tension is clouding your judgment.

A short chuckle leaves Erik and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“For real?” He questions and you shake your head. “Then can I show you?”

You don’t even pretend to think about your answer, quickly nodding at the request. A breath of chilly air fills up your chest when Erik delicately reaches under both your sweatshirt and undershirt, his cold fingers caressing the warmed skin.

“Can you lay back for me, baby?”

Erik keeps his hand on your stomach as you lean back onto your head, his dick twitching at how easily you obey. He looks over you with a bite of his lip, the sight of you stretched out for him even better than he could have imagined. His fingers fell like something close to feathers as they trail from under your shirt to the hem of your pants.

Your body forces you to inhale when he shuffles the material down your legs and peels off your socks, all the while never breaking the intense eye contact. A long shiver runs through you when the frosty air of the base envelopes your exposed skin, but it’s quickly dampened when Erik runs his large hands over your naked things.

A quiet hiss leaves you when Erik then removes your panties and he smirks at the sound. Your disrobed lips squeeze around nothing, clit jumping when Erik leys out the tiniest of groans.

“Damn,” he whispers, effectively bewitched at how the very middle of your pussy glistens, even in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs that hang from the ceiling of your room. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”

A tiny smile falls across your face at his words, the compliment causing you to clench again. Erik glances up at you one last time before taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it directly onto your clit.

Your mouth falls open at the feeling that shoots throughout your core, a heavy breath leaving you when he begins to circle his thumb. “Ah…”

“Look at you,” Erik grins, returning his other hand to your thigh. Pushing your legs open a little further, he teases, “I ain’t even done nothing yet, and you’re already squirming and shit.”

Your heart speeds up even more when Erik lowers his lips just outside your slit, pressing a gentle kiss onto the slick skin. His tongue then slides out of his mouth, wetly massaging one side of your clit while his thumb works the other side. Both of you moan when you grind your hips up into his mouth, Erik taking the reaction as a sign to keep going.

You whine when Erik removes his thumb, but he quickly makes up for it with a long, broad lick over your clit. Erik’s breaths are short and heavy as his mouth sinks into you, and he only pulls away to push the tip of his tongue inside you.

The moans that pour out of you bounce off the concrete walls surrounding you, your back arching and lifting from the mattress as his tongue speeds up.

“Right there,” you wail, Erik chuckling when he has to use a hand to press you back down. He continues pleasuring the same spot for a few more moments before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your soaking center.

“So fucking messy,” Erik admires, giving another sucking peck to your clit before taking one of his hands and running them up and down just outside your slit. “Fucking love it.”

Another long, waning moan leaves you when two thick fingers slowly push inside of you, Erik letting out a sound of his own at the noise your pussy makes. “Oh, my God.”

When his hand bottoms out, you can’t help but try to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling.

“Stay still for me, okay? Unless you want me to stop…”

A quick shake of your head has Erik laughing as he leans back down to circle your clit with his tongue. His fingers slide in and out of you easily, wet squelching noises signally just how wet he’s making you.

Erik’s tongue and fingers soon fall into a beautiful rhythm, the way your mewls and moans grow in volume proving how good it feels. You don’t remember when your hips begin to move back and forth, but you’re now fucking himself on his face and fingers.

The burn from his mustache and beard is the best kind and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of the feeling.

“Doing so good for me,” Erik mumbles against your pussy, ignoring how hard he’s become at the sight and sounds of you. “So fucking good, baby.”

You groan at the praise, but don’t have the chance to respond before you’re cut off by Erik’s fingers finally grazing that special spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you attempt to grind on his fingers harder.

His name sounds something of a chant as it repeatedly falls from your lips, Erik falling in love with the way it sounds coming from you. He finds himself unable to contain his moans, especially when he feels your pull of his short locks.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls out, your intense squeezing around him signaling that you are getting close.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper out, involuntarily pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Erik obeys the command wordlessly, speeding both his tongue and fingers. Breath speeding and head thrown back, it’s the slight suction Erik creates with his mouth that finally pushes you over the edge.

The sounds that fill the room––moans from you and Erik, the smacking of his tongue and lips, the squelching––only inflate the rush of pleasure causing your entire body to jerk and shake. Erik finds himself having to hold back his own orgasm that threatens to leak out of him, wanting this moment to be only about you. Making you feel good.

“Shit, just like that, baby girl,” Erik whispers, the slowed movements of his fingers helping you ride out your high. “Fucking beautiful.”

It’s only when your breaths have slowed that Erik pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy, A short gasp leaves your lips at the emptiness. You take a few more seconds to lie still, drunk on the floaty feeling that currently casts your body.

“Come here,” you whisper to Erik, who raises over you immediately. Your hands reach out to sit on both of his cheeks as you pull him into a wet kiss. Both of your tongues dance beautifully together, and you can’t find yourself to be bothered by the traces of yourself that still sit atop his tongue. Erik deepens the kiss and groans when he feels you reach down and squeeze his aching cock through his sweatpants.

“Nah,” Erik breathes out after pulling away from the kiss, “don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of that later. Right now’s about you, baby.”

You think for a moment before sighing, “fine. But you have to promise to let me make it up to you later.”

Erik’s voice gets caught in his chest when you don’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing the fingers that had previously been inside of you and sticking them into your mouth. Erik watches with hooded eyes are you suck off your juices, having to take a long breath when he feels your tongue ring back and forth around the digits.

You give him one last suck before letting go with a pop, giving him the most intense puppy dog eyes you can muster in your post-orgasm haze.

“Pretty please?”

Erik licks his lips, quietly whispering back, “fuck yeah. Just tell me when and where.”

You smile at his answer, giving him one last peck before laying back down on the bed. “Do you have any more weird facts about Antarctica?”

Erik grins.

#marvel #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger imagine #steve rogers x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki odinson x reader #m'baku x reader #bruce banner x reader #james rhodes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #druig x reader #kingo x reader #warmth #au: warmth #simone writes

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galatially · 1 year

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fingering (f receiving)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — just for tonight, let me be someone else. someone larger than life and impervious to pain like the pain he gave me; what's a few drinks and a chance encounter with a familiar stranger to a heartbroken girl?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.3K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

The bass thrummed through your veins.

Tequila and whiskey emboldened you as you swayed your hips in time to the beat, your hands high above your head. You felt the stares from the men and women around you, basking in them.

Tonight, you transcended.

Beneath the red and blue lights, you were a different person. You weren't the girl that found her boyfriend screwing another girl on your living room couch. You weren’t heartbroken and you weren’t angry. No, in the heart of the dance floor, curls wild and free, Y/N Y/L/N was invincible.

An ethereal being amongst humans.

You felt a presence behind you, hands finding yours hips. Warm air tickled the shell of your ear. “What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ dancin’ alone?”

A breathy giggle bubbled from your lips, one of your hands reaching behind to cup a broad shoulder. “I’m not ‘lone. You’re here.” You ground your ass against the front of his jeans, the skirt of your skintight dress cresting above your hips. His cologne made your head spin and your belly flip.

His teeth caught your earlobe. “Keep grindin’ like that and I’ll take you right here. People be damned.”

The warning sent a delicious shudder up your spine. “Promise?”

His chuckle rumbled low in his chest, reverberating against your back. Lips trailed the curve of your neck and hands held you firm against the growing tent nestled between your barely covered ass. “That turn you on, baby girl?” Teeth nipped at your sensitive skin. “You want me to fuck you in front of all of these people? Ruin this pretty pussy?”

A thick digit wedged between your thighs, playing at the soaked thong clinging to your lower lips. A strained groan left his mouth.

“You’re soaked, baby. That all for me?”

Your breath caught. When the last time someone turned you on like this? Had anyone ever turned you on like this? You bucked your hips back against his hand, soft mewls tumbling from your plump lips.

“Want me to fuck you with my fingers, pretty girl?” He pushed the fabric to the side and pushed three digits into your sopping cunt. The strangled moan lodged in your throat was guttural, almost pained. He wrapped his free arm around your front and held you firm against his chest. “Be cool, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole club knowin’ I’m knuckles deep inside you.”

You tucked her bottom lip between your teeth and gave a weak nod. Your skin was on fire and you could feel your nipples stiffen. “Fuck.”

He worked you slow, his thrusts slow and tortuous, stretching you out deliciously. Your first orgasm slammed into you and made your knees buckle.

You put a hand against his chest. “Wait, wait. We need to stop.”

“You sure?” He removed his fingers, leaving you hollow. “We could take this somewhere private, if you want.”

The invitation was tempting. Damn near irresistible, even. You could be this girl for tonight and in the morning, you’d turn back into a pumpkin. No longer the enigmatic princess in the wild, but the pauper that had to figure who she was again.

Who were you now that everything you knew was a lie?

You turned to face your sexy stranger, your features canting into confusion.

“Erik?”

His brown eyes widened. “Y/N?”

Even through post-orgasm hazy eyes, Erik Stevens looked like a god, as if deities bore him from sculpted clay. You went to the same university, shared some Gen Ed classes your freshman and sophomore year. Sometimes you even struck up conversations about classes. His reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type far preceded him, but, at least with you, he was smart and sweet and funny.

Besides, you were already spoken for at the time. But it didn’t mean that you never noticed him.

Your face warmed and canted into a frown. “Fuck.” You pulled down the hem of your dress and pulled a fallen strap back up your shoulder before turning on your heel. If you weren’t sober before, you sure as hell were now.

“Y/N! Wait!”

You cut through the crowd, quickly dodging curious drunken glances as you hurried to the bar. You put a hand up to signal to the bartender, Scott.

He tipped his chin and leaned over the edge of the bar, yelling over the booming bass. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Can you cash me out and grab my stuff for me?”

Scott gave you a thumbs up and disappeared to the other end of the bar. Before you could look over your shoulder for Erik’s tall frame, the bartender reappeared, your items in tow.

You slammed down a few notes and threw him a two finger salute.

“Whoa, whoa, Y/N! Everything okay?”

You hoped the smile you gave was convincing enough as you hurried out of the club. The cool breeze kissed your cheeks, carrying the loose curls framing your face in its wake. Tears burned in your eyes, your chest heaving painfully. “Fuck!”

Of course.

Of fucking course!

Of all the people you could’ve rebounded with, it just had to be Erik, one of your ex’s friends.

Your mind raced with questions: did he know the girl Theo was with? Was she around when you weren’t, draped over his lap while he hung out with his boys?

Were you really the last person to know?

You pulled out your phone and started requesting an Uber.

NOTIFICATION: Your driver, Amelia, will be arriving at 1:45 AM

“Y/N!”

You held in a groan, not sparing him a glance as you spoke. “Nope. We’re not doing this.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend nothin’ happened in there?” His hand curled around your bicep. “Look at me.”

You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned to face him. The quick movement made your world tilt and your legs buckled. Where you expected to be intimately introduced with the asphalt, you felt a warm mass against your shoulder. You took in a deep breath and looked to Erik, your face warm. “Thank you.”

He nodded and helped steady you. “You gon’ stop runnin’ now?”

“Erik, we can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you deadpanned. “Theo’s your friend.”

Erik tightened his jaw.

You crossed your arms and turned away from him. “Just forget what happened. Please.”

“Can I wait with you until your ride gets here, at least?”

You lifted a shoulder and kept your gaze on the street. You anxiously glanced down at your smartwatch for notifications, debating whether you should’ve called your friends to come get you instead.

“I’m not his friend.”

You blinked and turned to him, startled by the sudden conversation. “What?”

“Theo,” Erik clarified, “I’m not his friend. More like a friend of one of his other friends.”

You looked over at him. “Why are you telling me this?”’

“Because you’re actin’ like I knew what he was doin’.”

NOTIFICATION:Your driver, Amelia, is pulling up now. You will have five minutes before Uber charges you a waiting fee

“I don’t care if you did or didn’t know about Theo cheating on me, Erik. I don’t care if y’all are friends. The fact that we almost — ” You blew out a breath. “You’re an adult, Erik. We both are. So whatever we do or don’t do shouldn’t concern the other.”

“I’m just sayin’ that — ”

A black Sedan pulled up in front of the both of you, cutting off his words.

You glanced at Erik over your shoulder. “Thanks for hanging back with me.”

He nodded, a tight smile on his lips. “Get home safe, yeah?”

You nodded and ducked into the back driver’s side seat. As the driver pulled off from the curb, you stole one last glance of Erik standing on the sidewalk.

“He a friend of yours, ma’am?”

“No. Just someone that I know.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — to date, the beginning of this fic is the most out of pocket i've ever been and i'm proud of that lol

#galatially #want u around #want u around series #situations #erik stevens #erik stevens x black!reader #killmonger #killmonger x black!reader #college!au

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satashiiwrites · 9 months

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Snippet Sunday

Tagged by @outtoshatter for a snippet sunday. Thanks lovely!

Tagging @monsterrae1 @tkwritesdumbassassins @quietborderline @butterflydm @westernlarch @rosieposiepuddingnpie @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy @megasaurus-regina with no pressure. This is only for fun!

Title: Scintillation

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Winteriron, Erik Killmonger/T’Challa, one sided Stucky, Tony & Yinsen

Tags/warnings: canon typical events and violence. Sentinel/guide bonding with some not-completely consensual bonding. Erik is an angry man with reasons™️. Everyone needs therapy. Wandering POVs. First draft.

T’Challa wakes before Erik. He exhausted his Sentinel last night, pushing them both to the point where there hadn’t been any residual resistance in their bond which hums strongly between them.

That lingering resistance had been maddening. A constant tug and irritation that he didn’t have his Sentinel fully because they’d been interrupted before they could complete the bond like they had last night.

He shouldn’t have listened to his mother or Zuri for so long—he’d hurt his Sentinel with his reticence. The one thing an orphan from California hadn’t needed from his true-match Guide was hesitance because he wasn’t one of them.

Erik has long been unwanted and he, T’Challa, had made his Sentinel feel that way.

No wonder Erik has so much anger about them sitting here safe in Africa with anything and everything they could possibly want while he grew up in foster homes and never had anything after his father passed. His sentinel had aged out of the system and managed to support himself, seen some of the ugliest poverty in the western world and emerged with a chip on his shoulder the size of a continent. A black man in a world where one in every three spends time in prison.

T’Challa fears he has built a beautiful gilded cage for his Sentinel without meaning to by tying them together. Erik had called their bond a leash that led him wherever T’Challa wanted when they first were bound.

He swears he will do better by his mate. He is not his Sentinel’s jailer and he will not let anyone else be either.

#snippet sunday #scintillation #erik killmonger/t’challa #winteriron #first draft #rough trade july 2023 #sentinel/guide au

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killslumflower · 6 months

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A F T E R M I D N I G H T

full story coming to wattpad

(Killmonger AU)

FURAHA KLAN

AFOLABI TRIBE

MORTALS

1:11

Ever since you were girl, your mother always spoke of the gift an innate ability to see “what no one else can.” Is what she called it, and sure..you knew every time it would pour rain and you saved Anthony from a moving bus that time in kindergarten. But it wasn’t until you enrolled into morehouse for your first term that you really understood what she meant, thrilling night terrors of blood thirsty mythical beings bringing mayhem have reoccurred every night you’ve spent on campus.

On one particular faithful night, you attend to an annual Halloween party held by the infamous furaha siblings to which you were personally invited to by your heartthrob, university fuck boy and eldest of the klan N’Jadka

Which answers all the questions you had previously, but create so many more..

#kinktober #erik killmonger au #18+ post #black!reader #michael b jordan #michaelbjordanxblack!reader #fanfiction #hoodoo heritage month #vampires #werewolf #mythical #mythical creatures #black!oc #halloween #thriller

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mickimomo · 1 year

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In Another Life

AU where Oni and Killmonger are siblings instead of enemies

Imagine how giddy I felt when I saw an image of KiKi and Michael. I just knew that I had to write this after that. 🥹 (source: just jared)

So, in this AU, Zuri adopts Erik after his father is killed, and he properly explains what happened and why his father died. And instead of abandoning him in the US, he takes him to Wakanda and raises him with his wife, who he was arranged to marry and eventually passes after having Oni due to complications a few years later. In the end, there's never a coup for the throne, and Erik is just eager to serve Wakanda and take care of his family. Maybe he eventually goes off to become a War Dog and then works with T'Challa and Nakia to start a program to help members of the Lost Tribe. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I'm just spilling my brain.

Here's what I wrote:

"Erik."

"Yeah, Uncle James?"

"Where's Oni?" He arched a brow as his adopted son walked into the Temple of Bast, covered in sweat and grit from all the chores he had been working on outside.

"Huh?"

"Where's Oni?"

"She's not in here with you?"

Zuri gave him a fatherly look as he plucked one last yellow leaf from the herb plant he was tending to and got up. "It's almost noon. I assumed she was with you." He furrowed his eyebrows.

A light bulb went off in his head when he realized what might be going on. "Ah. Well. She was." He laughed softly. "I forgot I sent her off to run a small errand earlier."

"A small errand?"

"To get some water from the river for the herbs."

Cebisa's eyes became saucers at the news. "On her own!?!"

"She's fine. She said she could handle it."

The short plump woman scolded the tall man with a few motherly pinches. "I swear, the two of you are the reasons my hairs are turning white."

"That's not our fault."

"Oh?"

"It's because you're getting old."

"Old eh? I only look old from all this stress!" She smacked him. "After all I do. I tell you. The children of this world are getting more disrespectful."

"I'm grown."

"You're not grown if you do not respect your elders."

"Now you know I don't believe that bullshit-"

"AH! AH!"

Zuri closed his eyes as Cebisa began to shout at his son in xhosa and dust him with red sand for cursing.

Erik took it like be always did.

A shit eating grin and a few chuckles that earned him more sand and a threat to wash his mouth out with soap.

Cebisa stormed as the young man bit back a chuckle.

"You need to do better." He opened his eyes to look at Erik. "Next time she will use your mouth as a soap mold."

"What about Oni?" He joked.

"It is your fault that she even knows profanity."

"My fault? She's in her 20s, Uncle James."

"Who was it that made Oni's first word a curse word?"

Erik bit his tongue when he recalled his little sister as a baby, casually dropping the f bomb and giving almost everyone in the room a heart attack.

And babies being babies.

She just kept saying it.

And he was the #1 suspect.

Uncle James never put his hands on him before, but he was really worried when that happened.

It took an entire month of learning other words to get that word out of her vocabulary, and curse words were forbidden from then on out.

"It's a sentence enhancer."

Zuri shook his head before waving him off. "Go help Oni, before I enhance you with more work. You know she's probably struggling making her way back in her gown and veil."

"Alright." He offered a small nod before retreating.

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Erik found Oni cursing under her breath as she struggled to carry a vibranium pole with four large buckets of water up a hill.

Her lilac dress was soaked, slightly tattered, and the bottom was filthy with mud.

Her veil stuck to face with sweat, and her breath was labored as she slowly journeyed upwards.

"Did I just hear the Vessel of Bast curse?"

"Don't fucking start." She snapped.

"Ooooh. Wait till Uncle James finds out."

"N'Jadaka, I am too tired to argue with you."

"Well, you look like you went through hell." Erik chuckled.

"Victory doesn't always look pretty." She grunted as she slowly made her way towards him.

"I don't get why you always insist on taking the hard route." He moved forward to help. "I sent you off to do this hours ago. How long did you fight to get four buckets balanced on your shoulders instead of taking four trips?"

"All morning." She huffed before growling at his assistance. "I don't need your help!"

"Yes. Yes. You are strong and mighty." He imitated her voice before he poked her forehead. "But you're also soft and fragile."

"I don't like that." She huffed.

"It's called balance, sis. You can't be strong without weakness." He scolded her softly.

"I'm training to be strong. I can't afford to be weak."

"Yes, you can. You don't have to be strong all the time. You got the best big brother in the world. You know I'll fight the wind for you, if you ask me to." He laughed softly before sighing when he noticed her hands were bleeding. "But you have to give yourself breaks and ask for help before you hurt yourself."

"I don't need anyone's help, Erik." She huffed. "Okoye didn't get help when working to become General of the Dora Milaje. She worked hard and denied her weaknesses until she got it."

"Whoever told you that forgot to mention the parts where Okoye was sore and tired and wanted to quit and human." He narrowed his eyes. "And although you're a little different with Bast and shit. You need to remember that you are still human. At the end of the day, we all die, and we all have to go to the ancestral plane." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you trying to train so hard that you wake up with the ancestors?"

"No."

"Then you need to take breaks and ask for help. Got it?"

"Got it."

He grabbed two buckets off from each end of the pole before refocusing on her. "I promise, you've trained enough for the day. You need to sit down and smell some flowers or something." He glanced at her. "Something those colonizers do in those cheesy movies you and Shuri make me watch."

Oni snorted before smiling. "Like what? Bake a cake? Paint my nails? Go to the club?"

"The first two sound phenomenal."

"Hypocrite."

"Hey. I'm not the Vessel of Bast."

"And if I wasn't?"

"You still wouldn't be going."

"What!? Why not?"

"I promise, you will not find the love of your life in the club."

"I'm just going there for a good time."

"You won't find a good time there." He joked. "It's just a bunch of sweaty, musty, tipsy, horny, and high people." He wrinkled his nose. "Ever smelled vomit after someone crossed their liquor or urine because someone couldn't make it to the bathroom in time after drinking all night?"

Oni rolled her eyes. "Thank you for that. You somehow made the club sound less fun."

"As your big bro, it's my job to look out for you, annoy you, and kick ass when people try to come for you."

Oni took a deep breath and shook her head. "You say that all the time."

"Because it's true." He grinned. "Now come on. Uncle James was looking for you, and Auntie Cebisa was pressed."

"Pressed? What happened?"

"Dunno." He lied.

"I'm screwed."

"You won't be if we swing home first and get you patched and cleaned up."

Oni began to walk. "Then we better hurry."

He offered a nod before following after her. "I mean, that'll require you to shower quickly and not have a concert singing your little heart out for five hours."

"I do not spend five hours in the shower!"

"You're right. I shoulda said 10."

"It wasn't 10 either! It's always 30 minutes max, 10 minutes minimum!"

"Let me move away-"

"Move away!?"

"Bast will surely strike you down for lying-"

"N'Jadaka I swear-" She took a deep breath as he laughed at her irritation. "I'll be fast." She grumbled.

"How does that song you alway play on your speaker go-?" He arched a brow before he began to sing intentionally off key. "We be all night- looooooooooOooooovvvEeeee."

"Shuuut uppppp, N'Jadaka!"

"LooooooOoooooooveeEeee."

She attempted a fast, but hard sweeping kick to his ankles and moved when he attempted to kick her back.

They both laughed and ran back home carefully (but intentionally), trying to trip one another.

Erik in this AU:

#erik killmonger #if zuri had adopted erik #black panther happy ending #oni daughter of zuri #zuri #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #big brother erik killmonger #in another life au #oni is still chasing her dreams #family au #black panther fanfiction #black panther oc

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livstarlight · 1 year

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I see all your modern au takes on the Black Panther characters who are just regular people with no powers, where Namor is one of T’Challa’s friends and this is how he comes to meet Shuri and they fall for each other while trying to hide it from him and everyone else, and I love them, but I offer you instead Namor as N’Jadaka best friend

Imagine the potential of Shuri, who can’t stand her cousin, tolerates him at best, despising everything he does and of course thinking that the people he surrounds himself with must be absolute douchebags too to put up with him, but then she bumps into Namor who is yes an arrogant smug bastard but he is also different, like charming-different, deep-different. Devastatingly handsome and challenging-different and oh no maybe she kinda likes her awful cousin’s best friend

#my mind is a costant forge of nonsense and aus #will i ever stop?#the world may have to wait and see #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #namor #shuri #erik killmonger #n'jadaka #t'challa #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #fanfic aus

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Blindfold Me

It's the SP00KY SZN and in honor of my good good Judy @nahimjustfeelingit-writes we're gonna kick this Kinktober off right. PRE-GAME! Shout out to the twin @theegoldenchild

Stay kinky 💦👻 Part 2 HERE

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Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Sensation Play, Nipple Play, Helplessness

Only in the dark and comfort of your bedroom can you feel comfortable watching and masturbating to questionable hentai though it’s on mute. Erik is sleeping beside you and you blame Ash, your bestie for flooding the groupchat with gifs and links to her favorites. Curiosity has you watching an anime girl with a fat oily ass get rawed on a bus seat by the busdriver on her back with her legs in the air, then doggystyle as she holds onto the back of the seat. She sucks her juices off his dick, him pushing into her mouth with her glowy asscheeks pressing against the window.

Even though the driver is ugly, you imagine your man’s face on him and you’re the one getting your bare asscheeks pressed against the glass for everyone outside to see as he uses your throat. In your fantasy, your wetness coats his hard throbbing dick like it coats your fingers and your nearly silent Lilo Soraya vibrator. You look over at him in a deep sleep beside you on his side, facing away. You don’t want to wake him up by moaning or moving too much since this is your private time to enjoy your more private kinks, but both the video and the vibrator are doing what they’re meant to do. You close your eyes briefly and look back at your screen. Fantasy Erik is thrusting inside you so deep that only his nuts are left out and you’re bouncing so hard on his thick veiny dick taking all of him. Your titties bounce like in the anime and his cum is warm inside you, seeping down your thighs and dripping from your pussy.

The vibrator has you dampening the seat of your panties and making a small wet spot on your side of the sheet. You turn over on your stomach and go to the next link watching a girl with large gravity defying jello knockers get abducted into a public shower by a faceless man who gets her alone and holds her down forcing her to recieve oral until she squirts everywhere over him and herself, panting with her release. It’s so bad, but he’s so dominant and it looks like it feels good. You almost moan with her, but remember Erik is asleep beside you. Only in a hentai does this shit happen which is definitely for the best, but now you’re cumming on your wet panties and pruney fingers and wetting up your sheet even more. One more video..

“Nasty lil bitch,” he mumbles. Immediately you look over and switch the vibrator off, closing the tab, but it’s just him talking in his sleep. He better be dreaming about you.

You wait, watching him in still silence as he breathes in and out. He doesn’t speak again but his breathing gets deeper. What kind of wet dream is he having, you wonder. You wanna see his face. Quietly and carefully you sit up on your knees and lean over his shoulder catching the second he taps the power button on his phone, darkening the screen and hiding his phone under him.

“UH UH! ERIK!” You push at him. He was watching some dark and blurry ass porn, you saw it and it looked like hentai. “GET UP!” Sitting back, you grab a pillow to beat his head with. “What you up looking at, porn?”

Wait. You look up remembering the mirrored ceiling.

“Yeah, same shit you lookin at. I ain’t stopping you, it’s what you like, right?”

“I thought you were sleep,” you gasp, covering your mouth in shock when you can see his eyes in the mirror as clearly as he can see you.

“I know. You like some freaky shit.”

You drop the pillow and think back to all the kinky nasty porn you’ve masturbated to right beside him thinking he was asleep. Whole time he was probably zooming in using the camera and the mirror to spy, even when you’d stopped and closed your tab thinking he’d woken up. Even when you were still and working hard to not moan, he’d been watching and zooming in on your body and your filthy ass screen. Shit you would never show him.

Violation! You hit him with the pillow again and he grabs it, throwing it on the floor. “What sketch ass hentai was that?”

“Whatever, you're so vanilla,” you glare and climb off the bed to hide your face.

“Vanilla?” He sits up watching you snatch up your pillow from the floor and sit the vibrator on your nightstand while you act busy. “Just how hardcore are you ya lil booger?”

“Hmm. Harder than you lil daddy.”

“I’m open-minded,” he says defensively. You smirk. He is. He’s open to a lot, but he’s also shut to a lot, arguably more than he’s open to. Anytime you bring up anal or using toys, for example, he shuts down or it doesn’t turn him on and you’ve wanted to experiment with those things for a while.

“Still vanilla,” you plop back on the bed.

“I have my kinks.”

“Your kinks are straight dick to pussy penetration and getting your dick sucked. That’s about it.”

“You want me to stick my dick in ya ass, I’m not doin it.”

“You don’t have to, that’s not even what I was-” You sigh, calming yourself. Why are you even explaining yourself?

“I do have kinks, I just don’t tell you.. But I have fantasies about fucking in public where we could get caught. I would fuck you in a bus.. Or in the parking lot or in the movie theater.”

“Really?” You’re starting to picture it, stroking his thick hard cock as you’re side by side in a dark theater surrounded by unsuspecting people who’re paying attention to the movie, not your hand sliding up and down his length. “I’d like that..”

“I’m horny right now,” he announces. “My dick is hard as fuck, come ride it and let me suck your titties.”

“Oh you ain’t said nothing,” you chuckle leaning back to throw your leg over his head and bring it down on the other side of him, sliding into his lap. He grabs your hips and puts you where he wants you to sit, holding onto you while you get stable on your knees.

“I believe you mean, yes daddy.”

You pull your wet panties to the side and guide him into your already wet and pulsing pussy grinding your hips in a circle to get the full sweet feeling of this dick touching every wall. “Yes daddy,” you moan, bouncing your full weight on his lap up and down with him sandwiching himself between your boobs and hugging them to the sides of his face. He sticks his tongue to your chest between them and motorboats, coming out to squeeze them together and pepper kisses on your areolas. “Mm, keep sucking em.” You hold his head as he alternates sucking your nipples while you grind, getting clit and nipple stimulation with penetration all at once.

“I love your titties,” he says between brief sucks that you feel in your clit. "Your titties so pretty." You’re squeezing him and grinding in circles, panting in his ear that you're about to cum. “Go 'head, cum on my dick.”

“Uhn, yes daddy,” you moan doing just that while he thrusts up so you don’t stop cumming. He pulls your hips thrusting deeper inside. “This some good dick baby,” you sigh feeling it touch your soul. “Oh god..”

“Cum, but don't stop fuckin me.”

“Yes daddy,” you breathe into his neck feeling his grip on your your hips, there to ensure you don't stop. "Fuck me," you moan grinding desperately and already on the edge again.

He rolls you over to get on top with his elbows at your ears and your thighs parted wide letting him deep.

"Fuck me, daddy please," you pant covering your sensitive clit while his dick glides in and out of your sloppy hole. You love that it's so wet and covered in your juices. You like watching it go in and out and feeling it slide deep inside as your toes curl.

He loves eye contact so you look back up into his lust-filled eyes. Your arms latch around his neck and he dives down kissing you open-mouthed, your tongue in his mouth and his in yours while he delivers his signature deep strokes.

"Cum," he whispers into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue while you pant on the edge once more. It's him squeezing your titty and pinching your nipple that sends you over. "Good girl.. guess vanilla ain't so bad huh?"

"Goodbye," you laugh still in your after glow. "It never was bad," you sigh staring at him through the mirror above. "Sometimes I'd like to try new things though."

"And we will.. who knows I might kidnap you and drag you to a motel.. fuck you till you cry. You like that?" He finger enters your pussy and you clench pressing your knees together. "You nasty little slut," he sings in a higher pitch rubbing your sensitive clit. "You really want me to kidnap you? What would you do?"

"Whatever you want," you writhe. "I'll do anything," you moan, letting out another orgasm.

"Suck my dick right now. Make me nut on them pretty titties."

That was last night's activities, two nights before Halloween.

As a natural early riser, Erik wakes up bright and early some Sunday mornings to mow the lawn and rake leaves if they need raking. He may wash or detail the car, anything really, but that's his personal time. Today it's the lawn. Tthe sound of the riding lawnmower wakes you up giving you time to shower, change the sheets, make a quick breakfast for two, and clean your vibrator.

The two of you then go your individual ways for a few hours until lunch where you meet up at Cheesecake Factory around 2 PM, leaving your purse behind on the floor of your locked Volvo. He already has a table in front of the window with bread and your drink, having ordered it and your food for you.

"It's drizzling," you say sitting across from him and adjusting your seat. You can't really see it through the glass. "How are you? How you doing?"

"You wouldn't believe my day today," he starts in. "So first, I'm on my way to Lowes when this truck merges and almost hits my car just to speed and cut me off."

"Wow!"

"So then I see them turn on my exit and I'm still behind them. We both get to Lowe's and they fuckin wreck in the parking lot. They hit this other car, I saw it and braked and because of the petty nigga I am, I parked and gave the other car my contact. Afterall, I did see the whole thing."

"And you got a fiance whose dad is a lawyer."

"That's what I told him."

"Well I hit the post office to mail some things for my granny and student loans.. filled my tank.. Then I went in the Spirit of Halloween to look around." You tap your nails together with an impish grin. "I got the fake blood but idk if I should use it."

His friend Meech is hosting an adult Halloween party tonight and you've been itching to go since you heard of it in early September. You and Erik already have costumes. You're Akasha Queen of the Damned and he's Blade.

"I don't think you need the blood if you're doing your makeup."

"I think you're right but also, vampire with no blood??"

"Your call," he sighs as the food comes. For a while you both just eat and chill, then he checks his phone and you check yours.

"I'm excited for tonight," you smile getting his eye contact. "And before I get too fall down drunk to say this, I plan to get you pregnant in your Blade costume."

His brow raises. "It's like that?"

"It's like that, baby."

"You gonna talk that crazy to me when we're at Cheesecake?"

"I don't know what it is, Erik, but it's something about," you hiss, rubbing your hands all over your chest and neck imagining him being rough with need, doing anything he pleases. He's looking at you like he wants to jump across the table and grab you out the seat. You can feel it in your stomach and between your thighs. "I just- It's sexy to me."

"Nasty, nasty bitch," he whispers glancing over your shoulder. "I'll fuck you in the Blade costume long as you keep the Akasha cosplay after tonight."

"Deal," you grin. "Be careful lil daddy, I might just bite if you keep turning me on like this.."

"I'm built for it, baby. Bite me, scratch me.. I can take it," he stares. "Can you?"

"Oo-hoo," you shiver feeling a threat laced in his words. "Getting a lil zesty ain't you? I like it." You sip your drink with your eyes still caught on his, neither of you breaking.

"Told you I have my kinks.. I just don't typically share'em."

"You should, I wanna know. Maybe we could uh.. Do something about it." You bite your lip wondering what possibilities lie ahead and he smirks.

"Ok. Hold that thought."

He slips under the table but it's open and anyone who's looking could see him down there.

"What are you doing," you whisper looking around subtly as his hand goes up your dress.

"Dropped my airpod."

"It's not in there, I swear," you laugh feeling his fingers burrow past your panties to rub your slit. You let your legs open a bit more to give him room to work despite the feeling of eyes on you. "Stop," you whisper, swatting at him. "People are looking."

He pats the ground and climbs back up to his chair, "Found it," he announces.

"You already knew where the clit was," you joke but he still looks like he's feenin.

"Baby I'm a be real right now," he leans in. "I'm horny as fuck and I need you to do something for me. Go wait in the car, I'm a pay and then I'm a come eat ya pussy in the backseat."

"Right now?!"

"Right now, baby. Get up. Go to the car."

You float straight to the door, not passing go. Then you wonder which car he meant, his or yours. Where is he parked?

You hit the extra keyfob on your keychain that's synced to his red BMW and head in the direction of the beep, finding him parked a few rows behind your car, between another red car and a black van. The backseat is clean and inviting. The grass seed and mulch he bought from Lowes must be in his trunk.

You suddenly hear a click and sliding door behind you and a man grabs you, pulling you backwards into the sus black van and closing you in. Nobody saw. You kick, but don't even get to scream because it happens so fast, one masked man muffling your mouth with a cloth in his hand that's clamped over your face. Another is squeezing your arms at your side and restraining you. They ballgag your mouth, put a blindfold on you, and zip tie your wrists behind you. They're silent and don't speak otherwise. It’s eerie, but luckily Erik is smart and tech savvy. He also doesn't play about his woman. He can track your phone and he's coming. He's gonna realize you've been taken and know what to do to find you quickly. They probably think you're alone.

Your job is to delay them for Erik. You struggle knowing you have no chance against two tall muscular men but they hold onto you as the van takes off, driven by a third to a second location approximately ten minutes away. They then pull you from the van, holding you up as you stumble in your heels, blinded. You're sat in and tied roughly to a chair with your hands still behind you as a gloved masculine hand wraps your jaw, you can feel the texture of the softened leather, but what does he want?

"I'll get you my pretty," he growls in your ear going down your spine and into your vagina deep inside. He takes the gag from your mouth.

“Erik, I oughta kill you. You scared the hell outta me! Feel my heart!” He’s laughing but your heart is legit racing. “Is that Meech behind me? Come here Meech so I can–OOH! Can’t stand you niggas!”

“Damn lil booger, you harder than I thought. I thought you’d be whimperin and snottin by now. You ain’t break a sweat.”

“Nah, she struggled but she was a G about it,” says Meech as Erik snickers.

“Uh guh-guh,” you mock. “Untie me now fuckin dickheads. MEECH! I was NICE to you! What the FUCK?!”

“Bye Meech!” Erik grips your thighs. You feel his minty breath on your face. “It's you and me, kid. All alone in a room. What exactly should I do to you?”

"Free my hands real quick, I wanna see somethin.."

"Cute," he pats your head. "Hold that thought."

He walks away briefly and when he comes back you holds something to your nose. You smell it, it smells like Lavender. You love lavender and the fact that he knows that.. one point for him.

He switches the smell. Vanilla. One more point. Your eyes roll in pleasure from the combination, it smells so clean and cozy and good.

He massages a hot liquid that smells like a mix of the Lavender and Vanilla deep into the muscles of your neck and shoulders rubbing out all the tension as if saying to your body 'relaaaax'.

"Mm. More of this," your head rolls, your neck feeling loose. "Oh god yes..Right in there."

Now the wonderful smell is staying with you because it's in your skin and you're feeling relaxed as you can with your hands tied, your waist tied to the chair, and your eyes covered.

You're not mad anymore. In fact, now that you know it's your goofy ah fiance and not some psycho you're a little stimulated by this naughty game. You didn't think he had it in him. "You can take the kink out of the shoulders, but you can't take it out of the girl. I'm still super turned on."

"Because you're a pervert.. But that's okay, I like a nasty, nasty lil slut. Long as you my nasty, nasty lil slut. I'm the only one who can kidnap you."

"You can do more than that."

You flinch the slightest amount when you feel a cold sensation on the side of your neck. It’s wet. It's ice and it slides spreading a chill over your skin wherever he moves it.

You feel his tongue on your neck where the ice was, licking the water droplets. "Let me finish what we started at Cheesecake, I've been craving you. I'm a untie you and I want you to strip for me, but keep the blindfold."

You stand with his help and he unzips the dress helping you so you can remove it. You can do the bra on your own, teasing it off slowly and your panties.

"Put your arms up."

You don't ask, you just do. Your arms are up. He ties your wrists once more and hooks the binding to something that makes it impossible for your arms to drop.

Another cold chunk of wet ice trails over your legs and up your thighs as you pick your leg up flamingo-style. It sounds like he's getting it from his drink or a cup of water. You hear his fingers slosh for the cubes wishing it was you he was fingering. The ice swipes up your spine and you get taller. His gloves are wet and ice cold touching your back. He uses those cold wet gloves to cup your breasts from behind, letting ice melt on both your rapidly hardening nipples as he kisses between your neck and shoulder. They feel frozen and too erect, a feeling that's both uncomfortable, mildly painful, and erotic.

"You smell.. delicious," he whispers. Your thighs squeeze together and you moan when he pinches your overly sensitive nipples, following with a simultaneous lil slap on both tits. You still have goosebumps everywhere.

He moves away and returns with ice in his mouth pushing it into yours when he kisses you, the both of you tonguing it until it melts. A new sensation tickles your bellybutton while his tongue is in your mouth. The soft tickling is then briefly on the side of your neck and inside your ear. You break the kiss hiding your ear on your shoulder. It felt like something crawling but it was Erik. You know it was.

"I don't like that one," you cringe as he teases you with it once more on your leg. He grabs your ankle and pulls up your foot, pulling off your heel just to tickle the bottom on your foot and snicker as you kick trying to make him let go. He knows you're very ticklish. "Stooop," you kick. You can feel it's a feather when he brushes the whole thing across your foot. He tickles the tip of it on your pussy next and you quickly close your thighs.

"Oh," he teases. "Sensitive are we? Let me bring you back down."

His follow-up is the hot liquid that you've determined is oil and you can't be anymore happy with this decision. He massages it into your entire body from your arms and your titties on down, spending extra time on your titties, molding and squeezing. You're still relaxed when he takes a fistful of your hair and gently tugs your head back, his other hand sliding down your stomach to your mound for a pussy massage. It feels so much different with a soft leather glove and you like it.

"Freaky lil slut," he moans. "Just for me though. Right?"

"Yes daddy."

His thick gloved finger slips inside of you. "Good girl."

He pulls that finger and it immediately pushes against your lips which you part to let it in your mouth. His other hand squeezes the sides of your neck with gradual pressure. Your hips roll in the air, your coochie aching for something to grind against. You want his face down there, but you also need him inside. You're starting to feel a little lightheaded, meanwhile his leather coated wet finger rubs, rolls and presses the distinct taste of your arousal on your tongue causing you to salivate. Drool leaks down your chin.

You like the intoxicating flavor and you make it hard for him to take his finger from your vacuum sealed lips. "Delicious," you smirk. He licks your chin collecting the spit and drooling it back into your mouth, sucking it right back off your tongue. can feel his touch on your waist and then your thighs.

He picks up your thigh and does what you've been waiting on, buries his lips into your cavern, moaning and licking you out as you grind his face, eyelids fluttering behind the blindfold. He drags his tongue to suck on your clit and pinches your nipple at the same time while you grind in his face. As you moan with him your muscles pulse with your orgasm. He continues as if you didn't just nut. You can picture his bearded, handsome face sticky with your juices. It's when he looks the sexiest, when he's coated in your fluids. You wish you could see him drowning in them.

When he's had enough you're still craving dick and he stands and wraps both of your legs around his waist supporting your full weight. Providing premium Grade A beef he bounces you up and down on his BBC as he grunts into you like a savage forcing you to cum all over his dick again and again.

"You're making a mess of me, I can't stop cumming," you whine. With wrists bound above all you can do is take it and love it, feeling your pussy stretch and slam on that thick pole.

"I love it when you fuck me like this daddy," you grit taking him with no choice, the thought has you cumming again, whimpering as you unravel in his arms. Meanwhile he sucks on your nipple because it's what he loves to do.

By the time he's satisfied with his orgasm that he loves to withhold to bust on your body, you're a mess. He stands you up and unbinds you, freeing you to sit in the chair to gather yourself, breathe, and remove your blindfold. There he is, face still dewy and beard juicy. You appreciate his dick, so beautiful and covered in you. Your reaction is to pull it to you and suck it, getting your flavor and his mixed in a tantalizing fusion. Your hand swirls on his shaft like your pussy and you replace it with your warm mouth. You swirl and spit and lick watching his dick jerk on its own and swallowing it up into your mouth again. When you rub his balls and do it, he cums again, this time in your mouth and you show it to him before you swallow.

He bends, kissing you open-mouthed once more.

"We still got the Halloween party tonight..," he says turning to find his pants on the bed. You finally look around and peep the location.

"Oh no. Speaking of a trick or treat. This is both, baby, I don't do motels. We can talk about this outside," you point getting up to put your dress back on. He zips you.

"It was just for the act babe."

"Yeaugh," you shiver in paranoia leading the way out and waiting for him to show you to his car so you can get in and relax for real. You fasten your seatbelt and turn down his radio a couple notches. "Did you pack up my food?"

"Yeees," he groans playfully. "Lil gremlin.. It's in the back."

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