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Top 5 smuttiest killmonger fics you’ve ever read?

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@suburbanblackhoe she has a series called iight fam i can only find part 5 but maybe you can find it

my wife @thehomierobbstark she got some good shit. just look at the masterlist

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just look at the material @eye-raq

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Toxic Love | Erik Killmonger

Summary: 'There are devilish thoughts even in the most angelic minds.' 

Delaney Delcour, an infamous mobster's daughter, has always been isolated from the outside world. Danger and threats lurked from the shadows everywhere and after the loss of her mother, her father surrounded her with his bodyguards to protect her.... her privacy completely shattered by her father's fear of losing her, but what would happen if the woman decides to sneak around at her father's business party and accidentally comes into contact with something that someone could never protect her from, not even her father? Something way worse than the dangers and threats her father had warned her about when she was little.... 

Relationship: Incubus!Erik Killmonger x Delaney Delcour [OC] 

Fandom: Black Panther [Marvel]

AU: Maffia AU

Chapter 1: ~The Grim Reaper~

1980– The golden year of mobster Isaiah Delcour aka the grim reaper, a merciless man. A man so cruel he took life from his own brothers to achieve the title he now wore with pride. Nobody dared to speak of his name or even think about him, yet everyone did because of the constant assaults. Kill after kill entered the news like it was some casual Friday evening gossip on tv and new nemeses were created in no time.... Nemeses just as bloodthirsty as Mr. Delcour himself. It even came as a surprised that the man managed to stay alive for so long and even bring a daughter into his murderous world with his beautiful wife. Delaney Delcour came into the world on 14 December 1994, the same year her mother lost her life as a result of torture at the hands of another Maffia family for information.

Delaney's gray eyes never left her reflection in the mirror as her friend continued warning her about their future plans. Not that she cared though, she was too busy adjusting her cat-like eyeliner that perfectly matched her eye shape while sipping from her champagne.

"Figuratively kill me? Yes I know." Delaney answered shortly, looking up at her friend once with a raised brow before continuing with her eyeliner. "But what's life without a little bit of risk and danger?" She let the eye pencil wave through the air in an elegant way and smirked before drawing the last line to connect it with the black wing she made.

"Death. It's death, Delaney. You know what happened to your moth-...." Reyna was stopped by a sharp finger being pointed at her and Delaney slowly turned her head her way.

"Don't you dare bring her up." She hissed and squinted her anger-filled eyes, her not-pointing hand clenched in a fist. It left her knuckles white and her eye pencil almost broke, yet she managed to control her urge to snap it in half right in time.

"But...." Reyna tried again, knowing that it wouldn't help but she really wanted to warn her best friend about the risks she was going to take disobeying her father's orders.

"No, that won't happen, Reyna. I know the consequences and how to deal with them. I was born with them and I'm a grown up woman now. It'll be all fine and besides, we're staying close to my father so.... technically I'm not breaking any rules."

"No, that won't happen, Reyna. I know the consequences and how to deal with them. I was born with them and I'm a grown up woman now. It'll be all fine and besides, we're staying close to my father so.... technically I'm not breaking any rules."

She was right.

She grew up with her father's saying so she knew exactly how to deal with every single rule and what was on the border of anger or crossing it. The plan was to creep around the business party, not go to a forbidden part of the city so it couldn't really go wrong and Reyna knew that too so worrying made no sense.

Reyna sighed and scrunched her black kinky curls to create more volume with one hand while sipping from her red wine like it was limonade. "You know what? Fine. Let's have some fun. There better be some hot men." She giggled and put down her now empty glass, a maiden filling it up right away again.

"There's my wild friend." She chuckled and lifted her soft ash brown curls into a bun, letting some loose curls cover her face to create a messy yet still fancy effect. After that she held her tight dress at the hem so she could get up from her vanity without it gliding up and then she pulled up the top of her dress to make sure everything was hugging her body perfectly. She always had to be careful with moving too much in this dress or else her breasts would bounce out of the cups of her low cut dress, but it suited her perfectly and so she always took the risk. Twirling around in the mirror one last time, she admired her wide hips, round breasts and slim waist one last time before watching her friend. "Ready?"

"Ready." Reyna repeated, putting her hands in the pockets of her crème colored pants after checking if she had her phone.

~~~

Pushing the heavy door of the black limo open, Delaney stepped out of the vehicle and into the 24 degrees weather. Normally it would've been way warmer, but there was a strange atmosphere at the place they were. It wasn't too warm outside that day nor was it cold and there were almost no shadows because of the bright sun. Delaney pushed up her octagon sunglasses to shield her sensitive eyes from the sun. Waiting for her father to leave the limo as well, she leaned against it with a very relaxed and uninterested body posture. She never cared about business meetings like this. She knew there wasn't anything interesting about them and she wasn't allowed to do anything either so she hated it.

However, this time it would all be different.

The woman looked around for a bit as her father joined her right side, pushing her sunglasses down a bit to focus on different groups of people. Drug dealers, politicians, Business CEOs, associates. Everyone came together at these type of events.... even the assassins.... not that she cared though. She wasn't afraid of any of them. At first she was, but the more she was exposed to death around her, it didn't even give her the slightest bit of fear. With her chin up and her back straight, she followed her father inside the tall, castle-like mansion.

"I need you to wait here until I get back, after that we will join the rest, alright?" They moved through the stone hallways, her father turning his back to her and speaking to her from over his shoulder.

"Alright." She closed her eyes and gave a single nod, playing the obedient girl she always was once again before her father disappeared. Delaney knew it however wasn't time to carry out her plan yet and crossed her arms, leaning back against the wall.

This was going to be a long day....

Perhaps.... Perhaps not. It's all up to you, ma.

The woman's head shot up from up from watching her heels, shocked to see a random dude leaning against the wall on the opposite side. He had his simple black Jordan 1 covering his feet, wearing simple black cargo pants with golden chains hanging from it and an oversized off-white sweater on top of that too. She hadn't noticed him before. The stranger was handsome for sure and she would've definitely noticed him at her arrival so where did he come from? She also hadn't heard his footsteps.... and did he just speak to her through her mind?

She shook the thoughts away, no one could do that.

The stranger's nut brown eyes swept over her body with lust before he pushed his body away from the wall and towards her. Delaney never got anyones attention like this, perhaps also because they knew she was off limits, but that only made this more exciting cause he didn't seem to care at all.

His gaze met hers.... step for step was he narrowing the gap between them until he was so close she could inhale his sweet and strong cologne. "Who are you?" She managed to speak with a desperate sigh, her heart beating so loud she was afraid he could hear it.

"Does it really matter?" He whispered into her ear with the most lustful voice she had ever heard and right when she got the urge to hold onto him- touch him- feel him, she could hear her father's voice yell out for her. Her head shot to the side, afraid she would get caught with a man standing this close to her and she wanted to push the stranger away only to find out he was gone.... completely gone. There were no trails of anyone being with her at all.

Was she going crazy?

#Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #erik killmonger x oc #Delaney Delcour #oc #demons #incubus #next episode smut #short story #marvel #marvel one shot #black panther #romance #heavy smut story #lemon #maffia #Maffia AU #toxic love

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Forbidden

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, slight Dom!Erik

Part II Part III Part IV

You weren’t even sure how it had happened…nor why. Sure, you had always found him attractive. After all, you weren’t blind, but that didn’t change the fact that, to put it simply, he was an asshole. He was an attractive asshole who happened to be your best friend’s brother. Your best friend’s brother who, somehow over the years, had become your brother’s best friend. Maybe the forced babysitting and carpool rides to the mall had made them see that they actually had shit in common besides their younger sisters being best friends.

All of that was what made it so…wrong. All of that was what made you feel so guilty.

Erik was a ho, always had been, but you’d never thought that he’d even attempt to cross the line with you. There had to be some sort of rule for that, some code that he was breaking.

~

The beginning of the end happened on a Saturday night. You had just broken up with your boyfriend the previous Friday night, something that affected you more than you were letting on. You had thought you loved him, and you’d also thought that he felt the same way. You had been in for a rude awakening as soon as he’d gotten what he wanted.

He was your first serious boyfriend, and you had stupidly thought that you were one of the lucky ones. Y’all had met during your orientation. He, being a sophomore, had been there to sort some things out with financial aid, and the rest had been history. The two of you had dated for almost a year, and that had erased any doubts about how serious he was about you, but you didn’t realize how patient scheming niggas could be.

You were in the kitchen in the middle of the night, texting your other best friend about the break-up. It was normal ranting shit about how stupid you were and how trash he was. Spirit was helping you vent. Everybody was home from college for the summer. Mylene was upstairs in her room knocked out. You had tried to sleep, but eventually gave up. Your brother Hakeem was downstairs in the basement playing some game with Erik. Probably 2K or some shit, you had thought. All niggas do is lie and play 2K. The thought made you giggle, a first since yesterday, and you texted it to Spirit.

You never got the chance to see her reply before your phone was snatched out of your hand.

“What the fuck, Erik?”

The words were out of your mouth before you even turned around. You didn’t need to turn around to know that it was him. Mylene was asleep and your brother hardly messed with you. He honestly acted like you didn’t exist half the time.

“What you in here akekeke’n about?”

“None of your business. Give me my phone back,” you snapped, jumping out of your chair.

He held it out of arms reach above his head as he read your texts. You crossed your arms over your chest, not even in the mood to entertain his bullshit. You eyed his large frame as he leaned against the counter, grey sweatpants hugging his legs and dark tee stretching over him.

“Careful, Erik. Your nosey ass might read sum’ you won’t like.”

“What, you talkin’ shit about me?”

“I don’t talk about you,” you immediately replied.

He grinned, those annoying ass gold fangs on display in the low light.

“It’s okay, ma. I know you think I’m cute…”

“I don’t think of you.”

He didn’t reply, and you huffed as you realized that he was still scrolling through your texts.

“Damn, what nigga pissed you off?” he suddenly asked, lowering his arms in surprise at what he was reading.

You took the opportunity to snatch your phone back, turning away from him.

“It’s none of your business.”

“All niggas do is lie and play 2K,” he mocked. “What dusty ass nigga got you so heated?”

You opted to ignore him, refusing to repeat yourself and instead opened the fridge, looking for something to eat.

“Sound like somebody hit it and quit it,” he joked.

You froze, the joke hitting a little too close to home. Your reaction must have been plain as day, because it sounded like Erik even stopped breathing for a moment. You stared into the fridge for a minute, throat thick and eyes watering. That was exactly what had happened.

He had hit it and quit it.

Hearing Erik say it out loud made you feel even cheaper than you did yesterday.

You slammed the fridge shut, walking out of the kitchen and towards the hall when your movements were halted by a hand.

“(Y/N)-.”

“Don’t tell Hakeem,” you whispered without looking at him.

While your brother liked to ignore you half the time, the other half of the time, he paid a little too much attention to you as if he was just remembering that you were there. He had a habit of asking too many questions about “who that nigga is?” and “ma wanted to know why you came home so late”? The worst was the few occasions he’d caught you hanging out somewhere you weren’t supposed to be with somebody he didn’t recognize. The stupid questions had always been endless.

“Nah, you can’t just drop some shit like that and expect me not to say sum,” he finally said.

You rounded on him, eyes hard.

“…and why the fuck not, Erik? It’s none of his damn business,” you almost yelled.

“Some nigga played the fuck out of you, probably some bitch who goes to the same school we do, and you don’t want Hakeem to run them hands?”

“No! It ain’t got shit to do with him. Or you.”

Erik didn’t say anything for a while, just stared at you with an expression that you couldn’t figure out. He eventually crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his shirt pulling taught around his muscles.

“Look, you can either tell me ‘bout it, or I’m tellin him,” he finally said.

You frowned at him, angry and annoyed and heartbroken all at once.

“What is there to tell? I dated him for damn near a year, finally gave it up, and he left cause he got what he wanted.”

You shrugged it off, but the way your voice broke at the end gave you away.

“I ain’t even know you was datin’…”

“It wasn’t for you to know, Erik. None of you.”

The only ones who knew were your best friends. You didn’t want to bring him around your family until you figured it was time, and you sure as well wasn’t mentioning him around your brother and his friends. They were all nosey and annoyingly protective of you. Case in point, you thought, glaring at Erik.

“Niggas ain’t shit,” you finally said.

 “Chill-.”

“It’s the truth,” you interrupted before he could start to defend himself. “You’re a ho, too. Why y’all gone beat him up for doing the same shit y’all do? You and Hakeem. All of y’all are trash.”

Erik stepped towards you, forcing you to take a step back, your butt brushing along the arm of the couch.

“Aye. Don’t compare me to that nigga, alright? I don’t lie to girls. Every bitch I slept with knew what was up. No lying, no scheming, no empty promises. Every one of ‘em knew that they was in, and then they asses was out.”

You scoffed.

“Oh yeah? Then what about Mya? You remember Mya, right?”

Mya was a girl you knew your sophomore year of high school. Long story short, Erik dated her long enough to get what he wanted and humiliated her so badly that she switched schools.

“That was different,” he started.

“How?”

“Mya was a bet, and I was 16,” he defended.

You rolled your eyes, waving your hands in dismissal.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, turning to move away.

Erik stepped closer, blocking you in, and you turned your head away.

“I don’t want you walkin’ around hatin’ every nigga you see because some bitch did you wrong, (Y/N). You gotta know-.”

“How would I know? It’s not like I have anyone else to compare him to,” you threw out, jaw clenching.

Erik took a step back, but he didn’t say anything, and you chanced a glance at him. He was looking at you with a stricken look on his face, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Come on, Erik. You know how my brother can be. It shouldn’t shock you that it took me 19 years to finally have sex,” you scoffed.

“Well, I know all about Spirit, and I pretend not to cause that’s nasty as hell, but I know Mylene-.”

“Soo…because my two best friends got started early that means…”

“Look, I just assumed, ‘aight? That’s some foul shit, (Y/N),” he finally commented.

“Honestly, I’m not tryna hear anything you have to say. You did it to Mya, and I’m sure you’ve done it to other girls that I don’t even know about. Why am I any different, cause you know me? Don’t be one of those men, Erik,” you complained.

He frowned that dramatic frown he always does when he’s offended, rearing back.

“One of what men?”

“One of those men that start seeing women as, I don’t know, people, because you had a daughter or because someone did your sister or mom or female friend wrong. It shouldn’t take shit like that for you to treat women with some fuckin’ respect,” you spat.

It was quiet for a few minutes, you wallowing in your own anger, and Erik thinking about what you said, no doubt. You didn’t realize your eyes were watering again until a tear skipped down your cheek. You wiped your face with a humorless chuckle.

“I can’t even say it was worth the heartbreak. I didn’t even come-.”

Your words were cut off.

Erik had grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours before you knew what was happening. You reached up towards his chest, pressing your hands against him and pushing.

“What the fuck, Erik?” you asked for the second time that night.

“I’ve been wantin’ you for a minute, (Y/N),” he answered, and your eyes widened at this new information. “Hell, all of your brother’s friends have been eyein’ the fuck outta you for years.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just stared at him.

“Hakeem wasn’t stupid. He knows how thirsty ass niggas think. He told all of us to keep the fuck away, or he’d beat the shit outta us, and we listened.”

“Then what are you doing now?”

Erik licked his lips, dark eyes staring you down in a way that you’d never seen before. It made you feel…hot.

“Imma be real with you. The thought of you beneath some other nigga bothers me, cause I’ve been feelin’ you for a while, but… The thought of your first time being trash cause some boy was only thinking about himself in every way possible bothers me even more.”

You swallowed as you realized what he was hinting at.

“I may have done Mya and a whole bunch of other girls dirty, but at least they could say it was worth it.”

His large hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up onto the arm of the couch. He stepped closer, sliding himself in between your parted thighs and resting his hand on your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw as he tilted your head back.

“Let me make you forget that nigga and his weak ass stroke game…”

“Erik…”

You started, tempted to voice all of the reasons why you should refuse, starting with calling him an asshole, but all you said was:

“Mylene is my best friend…and Hakeem will kill you.”

He pressed both of his hands down beside you, practically caging you in as he hovered over you. He leaned in, nose brushing against yours, lips a hair’s width away. You released a shaky breath, chest in sync with his as you breathed.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

You stared at him for what felt like forever before giving a hesitant nod. To your surprise he dropped, reaching under your oversized t-shirt and dragging your underwear off with a quickness that startled you. Before you could say anything though, his mouth was on you, and your head was falling back. Antonio hadn’t done shit. He had given you five minutes of some lame excuse for foreplay before he was pulling his pants down.

Erik was shoving his entire tongue inside of you, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Your hand flew down to tangle into his locs, tugging on them just as his head tilted, teeth tugging on the inside skin of your thigh. A hiss threatened to escape your mouth, and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. Erik pushed you back until you were completely laying on the couch, his tall form leaning over the arm of the chair to continue eating you out.

One of his hands was digging into your thigh as he buried his head between your legs, the other was crawling up your stomach to squeeze your chest, fingers playing with your hardened nipple.

“Erik,” you whispered.

The praise must have egged him on, because he moved closer, moving both hands to press against the back of your knees, pushing your legs back until they were almost beside your head. He licked and sucked at you, the obscene noises echoing in the quiet living room. Your chest was heaving, stomach and lower lips clenching as you fought to make sense of the sensations overtaking you.

He brought one of his hands down to press his thumb against your clit, tongue sweeping back and forth while the digit made circular motions on your bundle of nerves. You bit your tongue, certain you could taste blood, as you swallowed the scream that had begun to bubble up inside of you. He wrapped his entire mouth around you, sucking and tongue swirling, and you were gone.

You couldn’t figure out what was up and what was down, a rush swirling behind your ears as you clenched around his fingers that he’d slid inside of you. Your legs were shaking, heart racing as you rode out the wave of pleasure that he’d given you. You only came to when you felt him on top of you, hand pressed over your mouth. The unspoken question must have been in your eyes when you finally pried them open, because he answered.

“You started making noise, and the last thing I want is your brother to come up here and find my face between your legs,” he whispered.

You nodded in agreement, finally taking note of his bare chest. He removed his hand, sitting up on his knees and pulling his sweatpants down. It was dark, but you could see the outline of him, and your heart began to race for a different reason.

“Erik,” you started, unsure of how to voice your fears.

No, it wasn’t your first time, but your first time was so short, and Antonio was so small, that it hardly counted. Erik pressed his lips to yours, nothing more than a peck, but it silenced you, nonetheless.

“I got you,” was all he said.

You nodded, resting your hands on his arms as he reached down. He slid inside of you with ease, but it was a tight fit, and Erik was the one to hiss this time. Your eyes were wide in shock. You felt so…full, and you couldn’t figure out if that was a good or bad thing. However, once Erik finally decided to move, you decided that it was a good thing.

You gripped his hair, twisting your fingers in his locs as he rocked against you. His hips were rolling against yours in a way that had your toes curling, and the simultaneous pleasure and pain from the feeling of being stretched was too much. You felt your eyes water from the sensory overload.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed, breath hitching as he hooked his knees under your thighs, pressing you back in a way that allowed for him to penetrate deeper.

You gasped, hands gripping at his back, nails digging into his skin. You felt like he was everywhere. The only thing you could feel inside of you was him, and his frame spread over you so much that you felt like you were caged in. All you could smell was him, the scent of his body wash invading your senses, the sound of his ragged breathing and harsh curses filling your ears. In this moment, all you could think about was Erik, and you thought to yourself that this was what a first time was supposed to be like.

You weren’t bored or disassociating, wondering when it would be over. For a moment, you even forgot your ex-boyfriend’s name, and somehow, you just knew that when you looked back on this years later, the only first time you’d recall is the one where Erik shook you to your core.

His lips ran over your jaw, teeth grazing your skin before nipping at where your shoulder and neck met. He reached down, brushing his thumb over your clit, and you shuddered.

“Yeah, there we go…”

He did it again, rolling his pelvis into yours, the sounds of him fucking you turning you on more than you thought possible. A hiss escaped your lips, both hands digging into his back, now. You looked down to where the both of you met, and almost came on the spot. Almost.

Erik took care of that.

“Look at me. I wanna see what you look like when you come,” he demanded.

You clenched around him, body trembling.

“Fuck,” you cursed.

“Say that shit again,” he said, slamming into you.

You cursed again and again, feeling your oncoming climax.

“I’m making you shake like this. I’m the only nigga to make you shake like this. That other bitch? We don’t know him… We not gone mention that nigga again, because guess what? He ain’t me.”

You shook your head in agreement, throwing your head back.

“Nah, look at me. That’s it… Look right at me.”

His thrusts were sloppy, now, but no less intense, and you could feel your stomach tightening.

“Come for me, baby. Make me proud…”

You dragged your nails down his back, your own arching into him as your chest heaved at a frantic rate. You locked your ankles behind him, whimpers and mewls escaping your lips as you came around him. It was the longest orgasm you ever had, surpassing even his own as he came inside of you, body still trembling long after he pulled out.

You were hot and sweaty and your head was fuzzy as you came down from the adrenaline high.

Erik helped you get dressed, resting his hand on your head as he stood over your still sitting frame. His fingers danced along your cheek, before gripping your chin and tilting your head up.

“Our little secret?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

He leaned down, lips descending over yours in a heated post-sex kiss that left your head spinning. He walked you to his sister’s room, waiting until you got inside before making his way back downstairs.

That was the beginning of the end.

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[clearlydiamondz]

Who Are You?

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik have known each other since they were kids, they have been fooling around with each for the past few years. After leaving her for months with no contact, he pops up with a not so settling surprise. 

Warnings: Blood, Cursing

(Y/M/F/N) : Your moms full name

(Y/D/F/N): Your dad’s full name

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Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

“It was a nice time seeing you again.” Sean said licking his lips at her as she smiled at him. This was the 4th date they been on, things starting to get a little more serious with him and honestly she was enjoying herself. It’s been five months since she broke up with Erik, and honestly she was enjoying herself. Sure, she missed him. Wondered where he went. She warned him the next time he up and left her, she would move on. She stood by her word.

“Thanks Sean, I really enjoyed myself.” she said biting her bottom lip. “Maybe next time we can have a little more fun.” she said stepping a little further towards him. She most definitely hit the jack pot with him. He owned two dealer ships out in L.A and two in Oakland. He was a gentlemen, kind, freaky. Didn’t leave her on read, it was like he was sent down from heaven.

“What kind of fun you tryna have lil mama?” he said gripping her waist and pulling him towards her as she giggled. “Lemme come in now, show you something real?” he said as she rolled her eyes pushing him away as he smacked his teeth.

“Boy I have work in the morning. I have to be at the office at like 8 in the morning.” she said as he shook his head.

“Yeah, I’ll let you get away with it this time but next time that ass is mine, you understand me?” he said biting her exposed shoulder as she moaned a bit.

“Yes sir.” she said. After they said their goodbyes, she walked inside the house with a huge grin on her face as she took off her heels.

“Who the fuck is that nigga?” she heard. Her head shot up, as she slowly turned around and saw Erik walking towards her with a glass of, assuming Crown Royal. His favorite drink. Next to Hennessey.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked walking past him, His head turned towards her direction as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. His eye twitched when he saw that she wasn’t excited to see him. 

“(Y/N), answer my fucking question. Who the fuck is-”

“He’s my boyfriend.” she snapped turning around looking at him. Erik busted out laughing, putting his hand out on the counter closing his eyes. 

“Yeah okay. I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga, (Y/N)?” he snapped as (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

“That’s my boyfriend, Erik.” she said taking off her heels. “You know, significant other. Lover. Someone I fuck on the regular.” she said looking at him dead in the eye. Erik soon saw that she was serious. 

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“As a heart attack. I don’t know what you expected. I warned you that this was going to happen. So you can kindly get the hell out.” she said pointing towards the front door. “And leave the key.” 

“You must have lost your mind.” he whispered. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I left. Really. You know I can’t tell you where I go and-”

“And you know what? That’s fine. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me shit because I don’t want anything to do with you, or whatever the fuck you’re doing.” she snapped at him. “Just-Just leave. Now.” she said.

“You know I can’t do that.” 

“Why not?” she said walking over to him pointing her finger into her chest. “You do it all the fucking time. Months on end. Well I’m putting my foot down. Maybe some other bitch can deal with it but I can’t.” she said to him, her nostrils flaring in anger.

“I understand. I really do but-”

“If you understood like you say you do, you would understand why I cut you loose and moved on. I played along with this for way too long and I need to look out for myself.” she said. Something that she said triggered something in him. 

“(Y/N), no offense but I have a lot of shit in my life personally. I have shit to do and you can’t know that. Yes, I be gone. For a long time. But what I do I can’t just, just say out and about because I-” he stopped himself before saying something. 

“Because you what?” she backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I know damn well you’re not going to say because you don’t trust me because I’ve known you since we were kids.” she said shaking her head. She was hoping that he would contradict but he just sat there looking at her. 

“You really don’t trust me.” she said quietly, looking at him with so much defeat it almost broke him in half. “Get out, Erik. Or I’m calling the police.” 

“(Y/N) wait.”

“Erik! Just shut up! You don’t understand how hard and stressful it is not to hear or speak to you, thinking that you moved on with someone else, or hurt or even worse! That shit took so much of my mental state that I couldn’t eat or sleep. You don’t understand! You think that you can come up in here, dick me down, buy me some shit and tell me what I want to hear and all will be well but no. I can’t do it anymore. And if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck you have going on then I don’t want nothing to do with you or whatever the fuck you have going on!” she yelled at him. 

“(Y/N), listen to me.” he said grabbing her hands. “Look, I know what I do to you ain’t right. You don’t have to tell me because I already know it’s true. There are so many things that I want to tell you  but I can’t.” he said as she looked down sighing. 

“I can’t, do this.” she let his hands go. “Just go, please.” she said, tears rushing down her face. 

“(Y/N) please. I-”

“No Erik. Just go.” 

He gave her one last look before walking out.

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“Good morning everyone!” she exclaimed to her staff. “So as you all know, I will be opening a store in Miami. That means that I’m going to need a manager there to run the store. So I am sending out an email, you can apply and we’ll go from there.” she announced to everyone. Chatter spread through out the room, as she made her way to her office. 

“Hey, so I sent out the invoice about inventory check list. They should be emailing it to you by the end of the week.” her assistant Tonya said. 

“Thanks.” She walked into her office going to her desk and opening up her Desktop. 

“Also, Erik came by this morning.” she said as her hands clenched into a fist. “He said to call him when you get the chance.” she said as she rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah right.” she laughed to herself before opening her email. 

“Everything alright? It’s been a while since he stopped by the office.” she said as (Y/N) looked up at her. 

“That’s because I haven’t seen him since June.” (Y/N) told her. “No text, no call, no nothing.” she snapped. 

“Jesus, that’s five months...” she trailed off as she nodded. 

“He came to my house last night when Sean dropped me off. Questioning me about Sean and shit. Like nigga you have no room to be questioning me, questioning me in my house at that.” she scoffed, hearing her phone ding to see it was Sean texting her. 

“Forreal? The audacity.” she chuckled sitting on the seats that sat in front of the desk. 

Sean: Hey, you free for lunch this afternoon? I know you said you wanted to try out that new BBQ place on 21st street...

She smiled at the text before texting him back. 

(Y/N): Yeah, I’ll meet you there around 1:00?

Sean: Sure thing beautiful.

“Anyways.” she closed her phone placing it on the desk. “Erik came by the house last night, telling me he couldn’t tell me because he didn’t trust me. A-And that he wanted to tell me but he couldn’t tell me. Like what am I suppose to think about that? It makes him looks sneaky.” she admitted as Erik nodded. 

“Have you ever thought about him being like a... you know. Drug Lord? Or like, a gang member or something?” he said as (Y/N) paused, than laughed. 

“A drug dealer? That’s a good one. I’ve known Erik my entire life and trust me, I would’ve noticed if he was hiding something like that from me.” she said shaking her head. 

“I mean- think about it? Do you know what he does? Like, career wise. Nigga be driving the newest cars, dripped down in designers, spoiling you with money and shit and you haven’t even thought about it just once.” she said as (Y/N) sat back in her chair. 

“I mean, it’s crossed my mind but like I said, it’s just so far from what I know.” she said as Tonya stood up. 

“Well, just a thought to think about. I’m going to go down to customer service and get their weekly review.” she said as she nodded.

There is no way that he could be a drug dealer...

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(Y/N) walked into the restaurant, looking around and seeing Sean sitting there looking at the menu. She walked over to him as he saw her, smiling at her. “Look at you, you look good.” he smirked standing up as she smiled. She gave him a hug, and pecked his lips as she smiled. 

“Thank you, same to you. Sorry I was late, my last meeting with a little longer than I wanted too.” she said sitting down on the other side of the booth. 

“No worries, I ordered you a sweet tea with a slice of lemon.” he said to her as she smiled at him. 

“Thank you.” he nodded closing the menu. 

“There is something that I actually wanted to tell you.” he said as she nodded. “Someone reached out to me, by the name of... Killmonger? Said that he knew you.” he said as she tilted her head to the side.

“Killmonger...” she trailed off before shaking her head. “I’ve never heard of them before.” she said as he nodded sitting in his back. 

“Really?’

“Nope.” she said shaking her head. “That’s a cool name though..” she trailed off looking at her own menu. 

“That’s interesting.. because he said you were his ex.” he said as she put the menu down on the table looking at him. “He knew a lot of things about you, that you lived on South Viker Elm,  what cars you drive, your full name...” he trailed off as she looked up at him, scared to death. 

“What the fuck..” she whispered. 

“You sure you don’t know who that is? Because I’m having a hard time believing you.” he said to her leaning forward as she thought about it before her eye twitched.

“What did he say?”

“He knew your mom name was (Y/M/F/N) and your dad’s name is (Y/D/F/N),  you were born in (H/C).” she was freaked out until she realized it was most likely Erik. “Hell I didn’t even know you’re parents name was-”

“Actually, I might have an idea. We aren’t really exes. Just.. just someone that I used to mess around with. He left me a couple of months ago.” she said to him. 

“Oh.. it’s that dude.” he said as she nodded. 

“Yeah. I swear I don’t mean to put you through this. He came by the house last night and we got into an argument, but that’s about it. I have no idea how he got your number.” she said as he chuckled. 

“He didn’t only know my number. He knew my name too.” he said looking at her.

“Sean, I swear. I don’t know how the hell he got that information. I would never do that to you. Did he threaten you?” she asked him as he chuckled.  

“Something along that line.” he said taking his drink to his lips. “But don’t worry about that, I handled myself. I just want you to know that ya little ex-fling is tryna check me and that just don’t sit right with me.” he said as she sighed closing her temples. 

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m just fucking with you ma.” he said as she threw a napkin at him as he laughed. “But I’m serious about the ex thing.”

“Don’t worry, I got something for him.” 

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She walked into the building, to not only be surprised to see Erik reading one of the magazines that was in the waiting area. ‘(Y/N) can we-”

“You. In my office, Now!” she exclaimed quietly. He looked shocked about her outburst, confused she followed her instructions. She put the stuff on the table before looking at him. 

“The fuck is wrong with you!?” she yelled at him as he stared at her. 

“There are a lot of things wrong with me. For starters-”

“Erik, I’m serious. Why the fuck are you calling him threatening him?” she asked as he still stared at her confused. 

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Sean! He told me you called him using this name Killmonger, a-and that you were telling him shit about me?” she snapped. “Now I don’t know what the fuck you have going on but leave me and him alone.” she said pointing a finger at him. 

It felt like his entire heart stopped. “(Y/N), I swear on my mother I didn’t call no one. What’s his name?”

“Are you seriously going to sit there and play stupid?” she laughed shaking her head. “Erik he knew my mom and dads name! The only person in my life who knows that is you!” she exclaimed. 

“Fuck!” 

“(Y/N), listen. You can be mad at me for whatever reason. I don’t care about that right now? Tell me what his name is?” he said walking over to her. If there was something about (Y/N), she knew when Erik was in distress. Or scared. The look on his face showed nothing but pure fear. 

“Erik, what is it that you’re not telling me?” she asked him. It looked as if he was in deep thought about something, something in which had his mind racing. Like he was debating. “Erik, please talk to me. Be honest. I need to know because if it’s not you someone out there knows shit about me and I need to get that shit dealt with. ASAP.” she said as Erik looked at the door biting him lip. 

“Lock the door.” he said as she nodded. She walked to the door locking it before walking back to him.

“The reason why I go out for months at end isn’t because I’m cheating on you, or I’m hiding from you. I get paid.. to do things. Bad things to people.” he said as she backed up a little. 

“Do what?” she asked him as he sighed. 

“People pay me to handle their dirty work. They pay me to top people off.” she stared at him in complete shock. “Look, it’s not just random people. It’s people that do bad things.” he said as she looked at him. “So all this time, I’ve been fucking a murderer.” she said as he groaned rubbing his handsome his face. 

“It’s not like that I swear, it’s just- you know my background. I was good in the military and now I’m good and it pays good.” he said as she scoffed. 

“Yeah it pays good until you mess with the wrong people. Erik, some dude name Killmonger got ahold of my shit and-” 

“Killmonger is me. That’s what I’m called.” he said as she scoffed. 

“So you did call Sean, right? Wow-”

“No, can you shut up? Let me talk.” he said to her. She was taken back by the outburst but he continued. “Whoever that is knows about me, and knows enough about me to get to you. This dude you been messing with, knows too much information (Y/N).” he said stepping in front of her. 

“You need to trust me, I need to know everything. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad at me or you never want to see me again. I just need to know you are safe.”  he told her. She was scared shitless out of her mind. There was so much on her mind at the moment that she couldn’t quite gasp the fact that someone was out to get her. Never mind Erik being an assassin. 

“(Y/N), look at me.” he grabbed her chin to make him look at me. “Please, you need to trust me.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he lie about that if he knew I was going to confront you about it..” she trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Maybe to throw it in my face...” he said as he looked at her. “But I gotta plan for his ass.”

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“Come in.” She smiled at Sean grabbing his hand. He looked her up and down licking his lips. 

“All this for  me..” he whispered looking at her. It was a new set she bought a couple of weeks ago, it was emerald green with rhinestones along the bands, her hair was in a slick back bun, her makeup was perfectly done. 

“Yup. I told you I wanted to have a little fun.” she whispered starting to unbutton his shirt. 

“Sheesh, you ain’t gotta tell me.” he said as she smirked at him. She grabbed his hand leading him to the spare room as he stared at her ass the entire time. “You got in touch with that nigga yet?”

“Killmonger?” she asked tilting her head. 

“Yeah.. him.” he said rolling his eyes as she chuckled. 

“No. Not yet. I tried to but he ain’t answering my phone calls.” she said as she pushed him on the chair that she had in the room. “But let’s not worry about him... I want my focus all. On. You.” she said pecking his chest. She got on her knees in front of him.

“Oh you a nasty lil bitch ain’t you...” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. She grabbed the handcuffs as he looked at it laughing. “Oh shit..” he whispered. (Y/N) handcuffed him to the chair. That’s when she saw Erik come out of the closet, putting the pistol to his head. 

“So your Sean.” he said as (Y/N) stood up. She grabbed her black robe slipping it over her body as she looked at Sean, Sean giving her the dirtiest glare. 

“You been working with this nigga the entire time?”

“Actually no. She cussed me out thinking I called yo bitch ass.” Erik said. “But don’t worry about my girl. Worry-”

“Um, I’m not your girl.” (Y/N) cut in as Erik looked at her. “What? You think you can just say that shit after everything. No.. hell no.” she said looking back at Sean shaking her hand. “I don’t want a relationship with no one.. at all.” she said. 

“We’ll talk about that. You.” he said looking back at Sean. “Talk.” 

“Man fuck you, ain’t saying-” Erik punched him in the nose, knocking the chair over as she gasped. 

“Erik chill!” she yelled as he turned to look at her. “That chair was hella expensive. You think I want his blood all over my shit.” 

“Bruh, I’ll buy you another one.”

She rolled her eyes sitting on the bed. Erik sat the chair back up. “Talk nigga.” 

“You remember Kingston?” he said as Erik nodded. “That was my brother.”

“Kingston don’t have no brother named Sean.”

“No shit dumbass. You think I’ma use my real name fucking with y’all. I wanted you dead. And it seems like the only family you got is her.” he said nodding his head towards (Y/N). “By the way, (Y/N), at first it was just a get up to get to him but I really do like-” And another punch sent to his face. 

“You really think you can just sit up here and confess your feelings to her in my face nigga!” he yelled at him as he coughed up blood. All over her floor. 

“Who is Kingston?” (Y/N) asked Erik as Erik sighed. 

“A target. He was trafficking girls in Uganda. One of the girls died and the mother offered to pay me a good 10 Thousand to get his ass. Guess what?” Erik said lifting that nigga off the floor. 

“I did that shit for free.” he laughed in front of Sean or whatever his name was.

“You get paid that much?” she asked as Erik laughed. 

“Nah, that’s probably one of the lowest bids I’ve gotten. The highest I’ve had was like... 10 Million plus an extra 2  million if I could get the target and his crew.” he said as she looked at him in shock. 

“Anyways, just know that I killed that bitch ass nigga with no price.” he said. “Like I’m gonna do you.” he said taking off the safety on his pistol making her flinch.

She was scared out of her mind to see him like this. Was he really about to kill him in her house? All that blood and-

BANG!

She looked to see Sean's body lumped over in the chair as she stared at him in shock. “Well we don’t have to worry about that nigga no more.” he said putting the gun in his waist band. “I know some people who’ll come and clean this up. Make it look like someone was never killed here before.” he chuckled. He noticed she wasn’t saying anything before looking at her as she stared at the dead body in horror. 

“Oh fuck. I should’ve done this without you in the room..” he trailed off. “Let’s go.” he said grabbing her as he took her to her room. 

Erik saw this look before. He knew what was happening. She was going to be scared of him. “You want me to run you a bath?” he asked her as she looked outside the window. 

He went to her bathroom, filling the bathtub with bubbles and water. After setting it up he walked to the room to see in her in the same position. He took her undergarments' off before carrying her to the bathtub and placing her in. He bathed her as she stood at the wall. 

“(Y/N), baby. Look at me.” They heard the people coming in making her jump as he grabbed her. “(Y/N), it’s just the people here to clean up the mess.” he comforted her as she relaxed some more. He grabbed her make up towel, putting on some of the makeup removal solution she has and rubber the makeup off her face. 

About an hour later, she was in the bed as Erik was out in the hallway talking to the people. “Aye, thanks man. I owe you.” he heard Erik say. 

“No worries. We gonna cremate the body and throw the ashes somewhere along the river downtown. So don’t worry about it, okay?” he heard a voice say. After a few more minutes before he came back into the room, as she laid in the bed. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ma give you some space.” she heard him say. She sat up before looking at him. 

“Can you, can you stay please?” she asked him as he nodded. He stripped from his clothes getting into the bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, tracing her arms. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her. 

“No.. I don’t.” 

“Fair enough.”

#erik kilmonger x reader #eriksteven #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger #erik stevens

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?

Part 21: Introduction

Should I download Tinder?

Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.

I should.

Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.

"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.

No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.

You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.

Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.

Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.

But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..

Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.

Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.

Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.

Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.

Bored, watching movies. You?

You gotta fat ass

Um. Thanks?

Netflix and chill?🙈

Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..

So no chill

No sex, but we can hang out and do something else

After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.

Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.

Erik S, 28

Fucc around and find out

Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.

"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."

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Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.

Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.

Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.

Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."

Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.

Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.

He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"

"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.

"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"

"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"

"My bad. Lil Bitch."

"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."

"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"

"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.

"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.

"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"

"Damn crush my dream."

"Anyway!"

"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.

"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.

He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.

"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.

Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.

So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.

"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."

Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"

He smirked hitting his super like.

"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.

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Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.

Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.

Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.

How are you tonight ? Why you up ?

Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.

Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?

The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀

You think you that spicy? 👀

You wanna taste me and see?

Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.

Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.

Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.

You can come, but bring food.

Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈

What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.

What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.

No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.

Maybe you should get a cat..

Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.

Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.

Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.

40 minutes. You like wings?

Parmesan

🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.

Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.

Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie 

Uh uh, you smirk.

We nuh ave dat

That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅

He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.

Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue.  Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.

Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!

"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."

You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.

"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.

"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind.  He talks a lot.

You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..

"Y/N.."

Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.

"Aye..," he waves.

"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.

"You gone let me in?"

"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.

You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.

Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.

You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.

"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.

"You know exactly what I want."

"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.

"Mmm... You got Henny?"

"I have apple juice, tea, water.."

"Ciroc?"

Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."

"Ever?"

You shake your head.

"Damn, Apple Juice."

Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.

"Here ya go."

You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.

"You look uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."

He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"

"I've heard the title!"

"Well pull it up, let's watch it."

Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.

---

"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.

"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.

"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.

"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.

Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.

"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.

Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.

"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."

"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.

"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."

Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.

"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."

"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.

"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.

"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.

"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."

"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.

"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.

"I ask you for one thing."

"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.

He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.

"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.

"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.

She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.

"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.

"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.

"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."

He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.

"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.

"How I'm l-"

"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.

"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."

"I'm not that far."

"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."

Her eyes rolled.

"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"

"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.

He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.

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[stripper-patrick]

Can I come over🏘 Erik Killmonger

Warnings: smut, angst, n word use, fingering

Relationship: Erik Killmonger x black plus sized reader

“Gotdamn” Y/N steps out and smiles at me shaking her head. To be honest with you me and her are talking nothin more nothin less. We’re best friends who talk slightly.

“Boy please this is nothin” she blushes. She got on this body fitting sundress. I thought the point of a sundress was so that it could flow nahhhh lil one got on a fucking baby makin dress.

“All we doing is going to the bar with the boys what the hell”

“What’s wrong with it”

“We are going with the guys they already wanna get at you”

“E what do you care we not together” she’s wanted to get together with me for a while and make it official but I don’t know.

I sigh watching as she grabs some sandals and her purse.

“Ready”

“Yea”

“Can I Drive?” She asks

“Hell to the nah” I smile grabbing the keys. We walk out to the dark blue Aston Martin waiting for me.

I open up her door for her smacking her ass as she gets in.

“Don’t think you getting a piece of this tonight” she roll her eyes with a smile

“Princess I get what I want” I wink jogging to the drivers side.

I start the engine and drive to the bar called Bangers.

Me and Y/N walk through and see the boys at the bar. It’s Chris, Marcel and Jordan standing there’s talking with beers already. They spot us and smile.

“Yo wassup nigga” Marcel daps me up and hands me a cold one.

“Shit I can’t call it” they all hug Y/N and eye her like hungry wolves.

“Y’all niggas wanna sit down and eat or y’all wanna keep staring at Y/N like she finna be y’all meal cause a nigga is hungry” I say.

“Yea me too” Jordan looks at her up and down and she giggles.

“Don’t get punched in ya neck” I say seriously. We all move to a table and Y/N sits next to me cross her leg over the other. There’s a real high slit in the dress which exposes her thick thighs and I don’t know if I can contain myself. She know her thighs are my weakness.

“Have you been here before” I snap my eyes up to meet hers

“Yea they got good chicken” I look at the menu and see a porterhouse steak. That sounds good.

I lean over to Y/N and whisper in her ear “do you have on panties?”

She looks at me with a smirk “nope I had to let her breathe”

I groan and nod.

“Why you scared one of ya boys gon slip they fingers inside of me” she’s testing my patience “or better yet they dick”

“Don’t keep trying me lil mama” I warn with a side eye

“I bet they got better dick than you do Erik shit they at least take some type of interest in me” I roll my eyes and look at the menu.

“Hi what can I get you guys”

“Can I have the New Orleans pasta” Jordan asks

“Lemme do the New York strip” Marcel says putting down the menu

“I’ll have the stuffed mushrooms” Chris says

“Ok and for you two”

“I’ll have the porterhouse steak and whatchu getting ma”

“I’ll get the lemon pepper chicken” the waitress writes that down and grabs our menus leaving us.

“So Y/N whats been going on with you” Jordan asks

“I’m just chilling working my ass off” I run my hand up her thigh wasting no time to meet her shaved pussy. I circle middle finger over her clit and feel her shudder in her seat. She tries to move my hand and glares at me. I smirk and she continues with the conversation.

I feel her getting wetter with each circle I make. She tries to close her legs but I keep them open. I move my fingers down to her juicy hole. I tease her slit then finally push it open sliding my middle finger.

I watch as she trips up on her words and she’s trying very hard to contain her moans. I add another slowly stretching her out.

Y/N moves her hands to the seat attempting to run away from me but I keep that ass on lock. She ends up riding my fingers.

“I just started this new position” she starts and goes on. I tease my thumb on her clit and she moves one hand into mine holding it.

I curl my fingers to hit her g-spot hearing her moan lightly.

“Are you ok?”

“Y-Yea headache anyways what were you saying“ I tune Marcel out watching her movements. Her legs begin to shake and her hips twirl in the seat riding my fingers again.

“Come on mama” she holds my hand riding herself to her orgasm. Her bottom lip pulls between her teeth as she grips my wrist. Her other hand squeezes my thigh as she succumbs to her climax.

“Here you are” the waitress brings our food and sets mine in front of me. I bring my hand from under her dress. I grab a fry and place my fingers in my mouth tasting her sweet juices.

She watches me biting her lips in the process.

“Y/N you sure you were ok you were shaking a lot” Chris asks

“Y-“

“I was fingering her and she came on my hand anymore questions?”

They all look at me in disbelief, even Y/N.

“Damn E I ain’t know you was hitting that”

“She’s my girl so don’t try her anymore” I cut my steak continuing my dinner. Y/N smiles and I smile lightly.

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[onesmallspark]

Workout

Today I missed my workout but it worked out.

Erik Killmonger x OC 

First time writing in a while, sorry if it’s trash. Just a little something.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, fluff, minimal dialogue, smut

“The fuck you doing?” Erik asked, eyes bugged out as he stepped into the open garage, Lia bent over at the waist, hands on her ankles. He was sure he hadn’t seen that outfit in the dresser before.

Sunshine yellow Nike pros and a matching sports top clung to her skin the same way he did after a couple drinks on a Friday night. Last night, to be exact, and it was way too damn early for this - the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“Li,” he all but growled.

Straightening her posture, she pulled one earbud from the side of her head.

“What?” She frowned. His most commonly-used tone was pissed-off. She, on the other hand, was having a good morning, and wasn’t going to let his sour face ruin her mood. It was entirely too early in the morning for all of that.

“Where you goin’?” He gestured at her body.

“Running.” She replied, crossing one arm over the front of her body.

“Outside?” He replied, acting as if she told him she was going to take a quick jog to New Zealand.

“Nah, thought I’d run in place right here for 30 minutes or so,” she rolled her eyes.

“You can’t be runnin’ around out here wearin’ that.” He ticked his head.

“I’m wearing sunscreen,” she replied, switching arms. “We live in a good neighborhood,” she shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” he all but snarled. 

“What are you going to do?” She smiled sweetly, “stop me? I run this route every day when you’re gone.”

Normally, Erik would never let it fly. He’d snatch her up and toss her right back where she belonged - inside their damn house with him. But for now, he thought he’d let her think she got away with something. Honestly, he just wasn’t feeling the cardio today, but now he had a point to prove.

“Fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” he mumbled, stepping back into the house and upstairs to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts out of the dresser. He was tying the drawstring when he heard the garage door closing. “Aye!” He shouted, stuffing his feet into a pair of Nikes. Tearing out the front door, he caught a glimpse of the yellow rounding the corner four blocks down.

This would be too fun for him. He loved the damn girl, but right now, he was going to have some fun at her expense.

Lia was making good time. She’d done a few 10K races before, but she was working her way up to a half marathon this summer. When she ran early in the morning, the chill kept her from overheating. This morning, she was planning on tapering down to three, maybe three and a half miles.

It wasn’t until about her first mile down that she caught a glimpse of her psycho boyfriend. A whisper of his appearance caught the corner of her eye as she doubled around the block once, heading further toward the running trails ensconced by woods.

“I see you, Erik!” She shouted, answered by silence. 

The run wasn’t enough to exhilarate Erik, but the chase kept a smirk pulled across his full lips. The chase would always get his heart pounding more quickly than any workout could. Plus he loved those yellow pants, making her ass look like a thick lemon he wanted to sink his teeth into.

The streetlights were slowly dimming as sunrise approached and Lia could hear footfalls approaching that were just heavy enough to notice. Turning her head, she saw Erik closing in.

“Erik!” She shouted with a laugh, picking up her speed. She knew he could catch her if he really wanted.

Erik was approaching all cylinders and she was still a few beats ahead of him. She was getting fast. He was just about to extend an arm to reach out and grab her before she took a deep cut left, heading right into the thick of a neighborhood, weaving through backyards. This would be fun.

It wasn’t how Lia saw her morning run going, but she could appreciate the challenge as she ducked under newborn trees and weaved through open gates.

If nothing else, Erik always kept her on her toes.

“Where’s the speed, Lia?” He taunted, not even sounding winded.

“You know I go for distance, asshole!” She laughed, launching herself over a short fence with the help of a Fisher Price slide.

Landing hard on the ground, she collected herself as quickly as possible, turning her head to see Erik land quietly with all the grace in thew world.

“Don’t think about it, Stevens,” She barely dodged his fingertips as she took off again, heart pounding in her ears. 

“Your last name, too, in case you forgot!” He shouted. She wasn’t going to win this.

Their neighbors wouldn’t appreciate the shouting before seven in the morning on a Saturday, but s at the moment, she didn’t seem to care.

Lia could see the facaded fencing lining the entire Stevens property. It looked like any other fence you’d see in suburbia, but with a 12,000 volt charge weaved throughout. 

“You think you’re safe there?” Erik called, grinning. He was close to his prize.

Lia fumbled with her phone to open the garage door that had been closed not 20 minutes earlier, trying to remember if she left the back patio door unlocked after she and Erik pulled themselves from the jacuzzi the night before.

Tearing into their home, she dodged around no less than three pairs of shoes, the sliding glass doors in sight and just out of reach as an arm looped around her waist and effectively killed any momentum she had been building that morning.

“Erik!” She squealed a laugh, “put me down!” She insisted, a rush of air leaving her lungs as his other arm scooped around her the underside of her legs, carrying her like a small child.

“Where you think you goin’ with my breakfast, huh?” He chided. 

“Baby, please, I - ” Lia Stevens landed, with all the grace of a sack of potatoes on their bed, sure she could still feel the warmth from their skin that morning.

“Lookin’ like a goddamn lemon drop,” he mumbled, curling his fingers into the tight elastic waistband of her pants and damn near ripping them down her legs. “How you about to run through this neighborhood with no fuckin’ panties on under this?” He asked - it had been a while since he felt moderately scandalized.

Lia had to keep from laughing in his face.

“Can’t believe you,” he mumbled, running his hands up her stomach and sliding them under her bra, palming her breasts greedily. “Arms up,” he commanded. She was a willing prisoner at this point as he removed the offending article of clothing. “You cute thinkin’ you can run away from me,” he crawled on top of her, pressing a few kisses into her neck as his hips dragged down against her body.

Lia moaned out something unintelligible, feeling the cool cotton of his shorts against the heat of her sex.

“Let’s see you escape me now.”

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[vibranium-chakra]

Developing

One Shot

Erik Killmonger x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Don typa stuff

A/N: So this is my first time posting my work anywhere, wow. I’ve kinda already accepted it’s not the best lol and that’s it’s not done properly, but I wanted to post and hopefully just get better over time. A writing sample if you will. This is an excerpt from a story I was writing manually that wasn’t even an Erik story at first, and it just has flipped and flopped over into it. So it’s in the middle of the story, and incomplete at the end lol. So here we go!

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You heard the running of the sink water and quickly sat back up in place. Now that the liquor was wearing off a little, you thought back to all you’d done up to this point. This wasn’t Erik and yours first time hanging out, but it was your first serious date. He took you a reserved fancy dinner, and your favorite lounge nearby for dancing, which turned into a heated tension-filled session of flirting and grinding. A few drinks and lap dances later, here you were. And now you were signing up to do God knows what with him.

Erik walked back into the room, his suave date outfit replaced with a hoodie and loose sweats. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more attractive.. He sat next to where you were laying, propped against the headboard and legs extended. He patted his thigh, which you took as a signal to straddle and sit across his lap.He pushed your hair back behind your ear, deliberately examining your face and eyes.

“You’re so beautiful you know that?” You blushed and smiled against your will, overwhelmed by all of his compliments and admiration.

“Erik…”. His lips met sweetly against your left shoulder, and peppered across to the right.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, thank you. I loved everything Mr. Stevens.” He silently laughed at the new nickname he’d come to love, especially when it left your lips.

“It was nice to be...pampered for once you know?”

“I know, that’s what your hard headed ass needs.” You scoffed and pushed off of him, the friction against him causing him to bite his lip and pull you back in.

“But you remember what I said, right?”

“No?”

“I said it was all about you *kiss* and to enjoy it *kiss* as long as you can.” He finished with a long tender kiss against your collarbone that almost took your breath away.

“But it’s Daddy’s turn now.”

His eyes went dark as yours lit up with too many emotions to choose from. His voice was now more pronounced and distinct.

“Go get the bags from the front.” he asserted, referring to the bag of toys he’d help you pick out during your “experimental” trip to the adult store the weekend before. You quickly got up and teetered towards the living room, a little dizzy from the kiss and the height of your shoes. You grabbed the bag and more calmly walked back into the room.

“Lock it.” He gestured towards the door. You obeyed and turned around again, met with his deep eyes. He got up towards you and walked around surveying your body, taking the bags from your fingers smoothly.

“Undress.”

You purposefully slipped your sleeves down before sliding the rest down your hips, the whole dress falling to your feet. You looked back up for his approval and more direction. He nodded slightly.

You continued by unclamping your strapless bra, immediately cupping your breasts together for coverage as it hit the floor. You’d been naked before in front of someone, but never this intimately.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. Move it.” You reluctantly dropped your arm, your breasts falling at ease. The unfamiliarity of being so vulnerable made you anxious under his gaze. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when he watched how your pierced nipples hardened, reacting to the sensation of cold air. They were the most sensitive part of you.

“You’re beautiful. Don’t you ever cover yourself from me, you understand? Look at me.”

He demanded your attention. You shot up. “Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what? And this my last time telling you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now keep going. Turn around.”

You turned you back towards him and pulled at the sides of your grey panties, making sure to remove the material that rode up between your cheeks. Erik enjoyed watching your stretch marked ass jiggle when you bent over, as to not get the panties stuck to your heels. He also couldn’t help but notice the darkened moist spot in the middle of them, and couldn’t wait to touch the thing that caused it. But this wasn’t about him right now. Even though he was in control, he wanted this to be his opportunity to learn about you and what makes you tick. As horny as he was, his needs would have to wait for you.

You were now clad in front of the man, body at full attention. He stepped closer and walked behind you painfully close.

“You comfortable?” He asked in your left ear.

“Yes sir.”

He walked over to the smaller bag and poured the contents onto the edge of the bed. He sifted through deciding what he wanted to try first.

“Can I ask one thing?” you faintly called out to him.

“Wassup?”

“Please, don’t go easy on me.” You wanted to experience this full out, if this is what was important to him. His body language changed, more erect than before.

“Trust me.” he said plopping down into his original position. I stood patiently with my arms at my side, not knowing what to do with my hands. He spread his legs slightly, the left leg dangling off the bed. He snaked his fingers towards himself, telling me to come to him. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I sat with his chest against my back.

“First rule, you call me Daddy or Sir in here. Anything else, you get punished. Second, you don’t cum without my permission. If you do, you get punished. Third, your safe word is Lemon. If you ever need me to stop, or anything, use that.”

“Why can’t I just ask you to stop?” he chuckled confidently.

“You’re not gonna want me to stop. But I need to know for sure if you do.”

The idea alone soaked you.

“We clear on that?”

“Yes sir.”

He trickled his fingers up and down your shoulders and arms. “I wanna try something for your first go around. A good way to learn more about you and train you a little, okay?”

“Yes sir. Training me to do what?” you turned your head towards him.

“To obey.”

You turned back around, hearing him shuffling through items and packaging.

“Pull your hair back for me.”

You pulled the long hair to the side and away from your face, met with a shoulder kiss from Erik. Suddenly you felt his arms come around the front of you and snap a handle on one of your wrists, then the other. The cuffs. He tugged on them to check for security and comfort.

“Feel okay?”

“Yes sir.” He nodded in approval into the large dresser mirror that sat across from you all. Seeing yourself cuffed in the front and feeling the resistance of them sped up your heartbeat.. Next, he clicked a collar-like attachment to your neck with a heavy pendant. “Open” he grabbed your chin. You opened your mouth and the air was replaced with the rubber ball, wedged between your teeth and lips uncomfortably. You rolled your tongue around the ball, getting accustomed to the taste and feeling. Drool lingered on the corner of your lips.

“You comfortable Princess?”

You nodded. “Yes sir,” You murmured out over the ball unintelligently. He groaned, looking in the mirror at you both. It was quite the sight, especially with Erik’s face perched next to you. His hands roamed every part of your body he could immediately reach: shoulders, thighs, stomach, breasts, and lastly a ghostly skim over your nipples. All while peppering kisses over your shoulders. You sung out small moans and whimpers, too stimulated from the sensation of not being able to move much or touch back.

“Open, we gon pick up right where we left off.” he motioned my thighs open and lifted my right one up where my foot was rested and I was angled. He had unforgiving access to my center, just like at the pool party. His hand familiarly found its way to my warm pussy, his two middle fingers digging in immediately. I sighed in satisfaction and relief, releasing a moan.

“Fuck baby, this wet all for me?” he hissed out. His prodding fingers pressed deeper when you didn’t answer.

“Yes sir.” You all but clearly let out. He switched between poking slowly inside you and rubbing your clit. You twitched at every touch.

“You been teasing me all night, you been wanting Daddy in this pussy huh?”

Your eyes squinted tightly and you involuntarily clenched forcefully around his hand. Dirty talk like this? You’d never tried it. You weren’t into using vulgar language yourself. But coming from someone else lit you aflame. Your moans increased and you started to grind against his hand in search of more relief. It went on for a few seconds until Erik pulled from you and slapped your clit with a sting.

“Keep my shit still.” he spoke through gritted teeth. Damnit. He continued his exploration, bringing you painfully closer to an orgasm. Your skin was hot, fingers continuously clutching in and out in desperation. You were no match for his voice murmuring brazen praises to you. His strong forearms kept your legs in place; otherwise, they would be sprawled all over. You had never felt this much intense pleasure at once, with no way of controlling it. The squelching of your juices echoed into the moment of silence, your moan hitched in your throat. You were so close.

“You cummin’Princess?” you nodded frantically, not caring about his wishes of keeping still. “Without permission?” Your throat was so dry now you weren’t sure if you could form the sentence, but you tried anyway.

“C-Can I please cum Sir?! Please!” you blurted out in mumbles over the ball. Erik went faster for a split second. “Nope.” he pulled out abruptly, causing you to exhale a huge breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The next noise following was a weak cry.

“That pussy only cums when I say so no matter how close you are.” you nodded and responded shamefully. Never had you been denied like that. Though usually unsuccessful, men you’d dated made it their mission to make you cum and never stop. How was he getting a kick out of this? You didn’t quite understand the logic. When he said you needed to relinquish control , he meant it. Erik let your breathing slow for about a full minute before starting up again. He started slowly with just his finger pads rubbing against your swollen clit. The heat started up again. You twitched upon feeling his other hand reach around to pinch and roll your nipple between rough fingers. Your moans and groans started up again.

“Fuu-uuuckkkk,” you let out, looking in the mirror. Erik had his eyes right on yours, bottom lip wedged between his teeth.

He kissed your cheek deeply. “You’re doing so good Princess.” His praise made you feel a little more at ease. You were so at ease that you closed your eyes and slumped back against Erik’s chest. As long as he kept this pace, you were able to handle this.

So much for that.

He immediately got back to plunging into your warmth, drawing out long and unintelligent groans from you. He was more than enjoying how receptive you were to him, your body opening up to him in every way possible. You were a better submissive than he thought.

After a couple more close calls, you were at a point of no return. You needed to come, and were willing to face the consequences. Erik was now at his fastest pace, groping your breast with his idle hand and sucking against your neck. He knew how close you were and he wanted this orgasm to feel like one you’d never had.

“Erik please!” the words came out so desperately.

“Come on Princess, give it to me.”

You anxiously held your breath, letting the sounds of his speedy fingers against your wetness fill the room. Your legs spasmed and tightened in place. The silence was broken by the splattering of your waters spewing out like a fire hydrant. It wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck baby yes! Yes that’s it!” Erik praised you continuously as your spasmed. The gag was the only thing stopping you from possibly biting your own cheek or tongue in two. The squirting stopped dramatically, allowing you to scream out in anguish. You were absolutely spent.

*******

I know you all didn’t ask, but I’m just gonna tag some of my favorite and most inspirational BP writers here.

@princessstevens @supersizemeplz @amethyst1993 @wakandas-vibranium @erikslulbaby @thehomierobbstark

#erik killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader

[phenomenal1500]

~Roommates~

Masterlist

Summary: Kira and Erik have been mixed-gender roommates at the MIT for almost a year now and it seems they both have some bottled up emotions they have to let go off.

Timeline: Before he joined the United States Navy SEALs.

Pairing: Dom!Student!Erik x Kira (OC) Warning: Smut, Oral, Spanking, Daddy kink, Doggy style.

Kira strolled through the wide hallways of her university, thinking about how yet another rough day had finally ended at the MIT. If she was really honest with herself, she would even admit it was always tough and exhausting for her because she understood almost nothing, but she didn't want to be that negative person again. She knew she was just as smart as everyone else in her class, but she could barely keep up with everything because her mind just couldn't focus on the boring classes anymore and that just didn't sit right with her.

She used to love learning new things.

With a sigh, she opened the heavy door to her shared dorm and threw her backpack to the side before her jaw dropped in jealousy.

"How the fuck?! I had a whole day planned in with classes and here you are, sitting on the couch all relaxed- nah." Kira whined at the smirking man ahead of her who was slouching on the sofa with his black sweats on, no shirt, and the golden chain that he never took off hanging around his muscled neck.

"You've ever relax yourself?" He leaned his arm over the backrest so he could watch the woman over his shoulder.

"You can't relax when you're studying all day and night. Why are you suddenly so relaxed?" She crossed her arms as she walked closer to him. "Professor sick?"

"Mhuh." He hummed and closed his eyes. "And I finished everything already." He bragged and lifted his chin up before watching her again.

"Smart ass." She laughed, shoving his arm away so she could lean over the couch to see what he was doing. "Really, you're watching that? Since when do you not play those video games anymore?"

"Since when did you become my mom? Huh? It's a cool movie, aight?" He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a defensive manner, but she knew he was playing with her.

"Alright, sure~ Don't have to be so defensive about it, I simply just wondered." She giggled as she jumped over the backrest of the couch to sit beside him. "Come on, turn that Ps4 on. I wanna destroy you in a game of COD." She elbowed him softly to get his eyes off of the screen so either one of them could start the game console.

"Fine, but if I win, I'm allowed to destroy you in my bed." He rubbed his hands together and moved his head closer to hers to whisper into her ear, his voice huskier than before. "Just a quick fuck~...."

"E!" She pushed him away gently. "House rule number one; we're the only mixed-gender dorm so no fucking." She eyed Erik up and down sternly while holding up a finger to sign to him to keep his distance. "And no, because I sometimes shower with the door open doesn't mean that that rule doesn't count anymore."

It was true. She showered with the door open most of the time, but it wasn't to tease him or with any sexual intentions. It simply was to ventilate her damp and hot bathroom.

Their shared dorm was massive. They all were at the MIT to give the students space to study. The moment you'd walk through the large and heavy front door you would enter an open space with a very modern aesthetic, white and gray walls and black curtains decorating the enormous windows. To the right was a gray industrial kitchen with a cooking island that you could also use as a dinner table. The rest of the space was used for a living room with a TV, a huge comfy black sofa and a few more pieces of furniture and decorations that belonged to the students themselves to make it feel more like home. Both the left and right walls had two doors.

On the right was a door next to where the kitchen ended that led to Kira's bathroom, which had no ventilation, and next to that door was the door to her bedroom.

On the left was the exact same thing, but Erik's bedroom and bathroom door were a bit closer to the front door and his bathroom did have ventilation.

"Kinda does, Kira."

"You watch me? Thought you were too busy with those other girls you always bring home." It wasn't that she cared about it at all, they were just close friends and they both could do what they had the urge for, but it surprised her he paid attention to her in such a manner. She didn't want to show him she was very surprised though and in the meantime laid her hands on the black PS4 controller and disturbed his crime movie to turn on the PS4 itself.

"Why do you think those chicks are always coming over? To distract me from ya fine ass."

"It's that bad? I could also close the door next time." She shoved him to the side so she could sit in front of the screen as she chuckled softly, starting up COD.

"Who said it's just the showers, ma?" Kira knew Erik was raising one of his eyebrows in a cocky manner, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen as it loaded. After the home screen popped up and she could start a game, she pushed the second controller in his hands and still tried to avoid eye contact with him. "You ain't gonna talk to me anymore now?"

"I watched you once." She shrugged and glared up at him for a second. "It was by accident and just a brief moment."

"When?" He seemed very interested, particularly in what she saw.

"That dark haired girl from last week that left you alone because of an important phone call.... you decided to jerk off with your room door still ajar." The woman laughed a little to make it less uncomfortable for the both of them and he laughed with her. The two were never shy when it came down to joking or talking about sex, but never in such a personal way or about each other. "I spotted you jerking when I wanted to get some food at night."

"You liked it? Liked watching me?" He licked his full lips as he stared at the girl while she killed his ass a few times without him noticing it.

"You're hot, but that's a fact we all knew was true." She pointed at his muscular body before returning to play the game. "You know that's not why we're friends though.... right E? You know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're friends with me for me and not the fuck boy side in me and the hot body." He mocked her a bit and threw his white controller onto the soft carpet as the screen showed she indeed won from him this time. "You fucking distractor!"

"Told you I would fucking destroy you! I've always been better than you in this game." She jumped up and cheered in victory, but was until she was yanked into Erik's lap, forced to straddle it.

The controller fell out of her hand as she was stunned and he glared up at the woman.

Surely she had been in his lap before, especially if the two watched a movie or played a calm video game and she decided to lay her head there, but this felt completely different, less like friends.

She bit her lip and rested her forearms on his shoulders.

"How late is it?" She questioned him quickly so he couldn't make another move with his nasty comments that had been going on since she came home.

"6:30."

"Fuck, I thought I could dodge this awkward situation with sleeping." She sighed before climbing off of him. "Guess not.... what do you want to order for food?"

"Nothing, rather want you on my face right now-...."

"Seriously?! Pizza?" Kira tried again. "Fuck it, I'm going to choose because you can't act normal. Pizza it is."

~~~

After the two ate dinner together, she kissed his jaw to say goodnight and disappeared in her bathroom to make herself ready to go to bed like always.

She had taken a fresh shower and wrapped her wet body in a clean white towel as she walked to her bedroom, jumping on her bed and arguing wether she'd fuck herself before she went to sleep or not.

Erik was exactly on the same mission, though he had already decided what to do.

It took a while before she groaned in frustration, defeated by her choice of not doing it herself and she put her long black robe on before knocking on Erik's door. If she was going to ask for his help, she was going to do it in style. "E? You in there alone?" The woman asked softly and Erik took his time covering himself up before laying back down. He couldn't really care if she saw him or not. "You're okay with me coming in?"

"Yeah, I'm good with that, baby girl." She rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and carefully opened his door.

"I couldn't sleep so.... I thought why not join you~...." She lied and stared at her feet for a moment before looking back up at him. She couldn't really see him properly because of the lack of light in his room, but she could make out from his silhouette that he had already made a place for her next to him.

"Stop the lying and get your ass in this bed already, Kira." He commanded and she obeyed instantly, closing the door behind her and releasing her body from her black see through robe as Erik immediately turned on a small black lamp that was standing on his white nightstand. He eyed her up and down lustfully and offered her his strong hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto the bed with him. His lips instantly connected with hers when she came close and he bit her lower lip before sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

He wanted to taste all of her tonight.

This was what he had been craving for all those months.... he wanted to see that pretty pink pussy cream itself for him and only for him.

Still in a deep kiss, Erik forced her flat on her back as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. He then finally broke the kiss and hooked her legs over his shoulders while he got on his knees so he would get full access and control over her body. She was at his mercy tonight and nothing was going to change that. He could hear the woman gasp at his action and see her chest going up and down heavily as he spread her already dripping and swollen lips with his fingers, licking her moist and warm folds open.

"Fuck~ E." Kira couldn't suppress her moan and bit her plump bottom lip hard as his mouth closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling it gently.

Her just manicured nails dug into the white and black sheets when his tongue thrusted in and out of her slowly and licked her dripping juices up in the meantime. "Mmhhppp, baby~ oh my god. Eat my pussy just like that." She whined and her body shivered when Erik pressed his thumb against her hardened and throbbing clit and he let his husky growls vibrate over her core.

Oh, this man was already driving her body crazy.

After a few more thrusts with his devilish tongue, she arched her back from the bed and grabbed a hold of his dreads as she came in his mouth.

"That's it. Rain down on me, baby girl~...." He groaned deeply as he licked her clean, loving the sight of his spit and her cum mixing and dripping down her thighs.

"Now, turn around for Daddy." He ordered and let go of her legs. "I want to see that phat pussy from behind, girl."

Kira, still panting, obeyed immediately and turned around to position herself on all fours, a whine escaping her lips because of the cold air that hit her wet pussy. He made sure to warm it up again though and cupped her pussy, rubbing it slowly with the palm of his hand while spreading her legs as well. The woman could already feel his evil smirk glide over her back before a hard sound of ass cheeks clapping filled the room and it released a quick and short moan from down her throat.

That smack had most definitely created a handprint on her pretty ass.

Kira teasingly wiggled her ass in front of his eyes to trigger another one and he did it again, even harder this time. "Mmm~ daddy."

"My nasty slut likes that? Huh?" Erik pushed her down into the mattress with an arched back so she was forced to lay with her face into the pillows, her ass up and spread open.

"Yes." She answered shortly as she felt his hard and big cock resting in between her soaked pussy lips and her heartbeat sped up while his cock rubbed between her slick folds, her knees growing weak.

"You want this, don't you?" He smacked her ass again. "Beg for this big cock, baby."

"Please, daddy, please give it to me. I need your cock inside of me." She moaned it all on purpose and pushed her ass into him some more which stole a groan out of him.

"You're such a good girl for me." With that said he harshly pushed inside, going as far into her that she swore she could feel him in her stomach right away.

"God~ you're huge." She whimpered as felt herself being stretched out by him and she let her face fall forward into his pillow again.

"Fuck." Erik groaned at her tightening around him and it increased the friction between his cock and her sensitive spot as he thrusted into her deeply. Her breath hitched and his hand went around and under her body to mould those clapping breasts as he fucked her good and fast.

The way he slightly bend over her back made his expensive cologne scent and the hot sex scent emerge and fill her nostrils and she closed her eyes in enjoyment.

God.... how horribly much she loved those smells combined.

It didn't take long after that before her body pushed back into him in response, her thrusts meeting his in a perfect rhythm.

Kira was a moaning mess; her hair wildly hovering over her sweaty face, marks created by his fingers and teeth that covered her soft skin and words not being able to form by her throat because of the satisfaction that filled her whole body. She wanted him, no, needed him and that feeling of her arousal that was burning inside her lower stomach couldn't take it much longer. She forgot to breathe as he grabbed her hips violently and pushed his fingers into her skin while he guided her. The woman then tried to muster as much strength as she could to push her shaking body up so that she was on all fours again and she grabbed the man's muscular arm holding her hip with one hand for stability.

"Fuck~ N'jadaka. I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, baby, clench ya tight ass pussy around this dick." She came loudly as his dirty talk reached her ears and he followed closely with his orgasm, coming deep inside her. Erik swore she was sucking his whole soul out of him as her tight walls milked him and his cum painted her insides deeply. "Damn, ma~ Can't let you go now, can I? You're mine." He smiled at Kira who had moved her head to the side to smile back, his sweet smile revealing his dimples before he pulled out. Her pussy automatically clenched before his eyes again as his cum dripped out of her and he would have dived into her deep and warm waters one more time if he hadn't restrained himself and laid beside her instead. The sight of her sweating body, leaking and stretched pussy and shaking body simply made him so wild. "God, that's a sight I'd love to see some more, Kira."

"You will." Those words were all the exhausted woman could get out of her mouth while she snuggled into his side, falling asleep in his protective and strong arms afterwards.

#all marvel characters #angst #erik killmonger #N'jadaka #Being roommates with Erik Killmonger #fluff #fluffiness #lemon #smut #marvel #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #requests open #x readers #erik killmonger x oc

[ina-bon]

RULES: Answer the eleven questions you were asked, write your own eleven questions, and tag eleven people

Thank you for tagging me @madara-fate.

1.) Sweet food or salty food?

Sweet food.

2.) If you had to live the rest of your life only drinking 3 different drinks, what would they be?

Let’s see, I would pick green tea, mocha latte, and lemon water.

3.) If you could have any super power, what would it be?

The ability to control time, including going forward, backwards, and freezing time.

4.) When was your last visit to the Dentist?

I believe I went to the dentist in August 2018.

5.) If you were an athlete, which discipline would be your area of expertise?

I would pick badminton, I loved playing this sport back in high school.

6.) What are some of your favourite video games?

I really love playing the mainstream Pokemon games. Right now I’m playing Sun and Ultra Sun. I also love playing Okami and Puzzle and Dragons.

7.) Who is your favourite super hero and villain from both the Marvel and DC Universes?

From the Marvel Universe, my favorite super hero and villain would be Black Panther and Erik Killmonger respectably. As for the DC Universe, my favorite super hero is Batman and my favorite villain is Deathstroke, also known as Slade.

8.) If you could go back in time to change one thing about your past, what would it be?

I suppose it would be the friends, or should I say “friends” I picked in middle school. I would not have picked them and picked better ones because these folks were just using me and when I was down, none of them were there for me, even though I tried to be there for them.

9.) Which birthday would you say was your favourite?

I would say the one I had last week. I went to Atlantic City with my family and we all tried our hand at the slot machines in one of their famous casinos. We also walked around the boardwalk and at at a really nice restaurant.

10.) What was the closest you’ve ever come to losing your life?

I think the closest was when when I was five and I tried to swim out into the ocean and I couldn’t. I ended up at the bottom but luckily my dad got me out in time.

11.) If you could make any wish, what would it be?

My wish would be to get my dream job, which is a veterinary technician.

My 11 questions:

Have you ever seen a musical? If yes, which one?

Are you a day person or a night person?

Do you prefer the beach or the amusement park?

Do you have pets? If yes, what kind?

If you are in college or already graduated, what is/was your major?

Selkies or fairies?

What T.V. shows are you watching right now? It could be live-action, documentary, or animation, any is fine.

What is your favorite holiday?

If you were to be reincarnated as an animal and you had the power to choose, which one would you choose?

If you could spend one day with any person you like, can be real or fictional, who would you choose?

What was the last present you received? It could be from a friend or a family member, as well as from any occasion.

I will tag the following 11 people. You may do them if you want and you may take your time.

@the-yugioh-theorist, @breakdawn-avenue, @whitewolf-7, @herprettysmile, @sabakunoyodo, @mycherryqueen, @roraewrites, @flying-with-dragons, @bitchymuggle, @arekushisu1, and @rinn-crft.

#tag game #tag meme

[buckysbombyard]

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Killmonger - To match T'Challa’s Black Panther suit, this Erik Killmonger inspired bath bomb is black with shimmering golden claw marks across the top. The scent is a clever and enthralling mixture of Sandalwood Vanilla and Cedarwood. As this bomb dissolves you’ll be surprised by a burst of mica that matches the claw marks from the top!

Okoye - This rich red bath bomb is topped with an aged golden mica, to match the uniform of the Dora Milaje. A strong, fearless warrior and general of the royal guard deserves a scent as powerful and you won’t be disappointed. This scent is like a rigorous early morning training session alongside a breathtaking Wakandan lake in the middle of the forest. ( Scent used: Mountain Lake )

Nakia - Green and gold with a swirl of ancient golden mica to match, this bath bomb is as bold as Nakia herself. The scent that accompanies is a Lemon Lavender blend to give it an earthy, comforting smell, as well as a few drops of tangerine essential oil to bring out an adventurous undertone.

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[thekrazykeke]

I’m going to catch up on last two episodes of Black Lightning then I’ll be back to write the next chapter of the Erik Killmonger x gamer!reader I’ve been fighting myself about posting. I always freak out about how thirsty I’ll look if I post too quickly but whatever. Y’all deserve nice things. You might not get the full lemon, there might be lime. I don’t know. I never really know when I write.

#out of context

[transgirl-zelda]

oh @leafmutual tagged me in one of these and i can’t shut up about myself so

The rule is to tag people you want to know better after you finish with the answers.

Relationship Status: never not happy to be with @zigmata!

Favorite color: purple mostly, though i do like red and teal a lot (yes teal is mostly due to terezi let me be valid)

Lipstick or chapstick: i hate the way chapstick feels but it’s a necessary evil. on the other hand tho i look pretty killer with black lipstick on so

Last song I listened to: in terms of legit song, some old remix of “Gun” by chvrches that i thought i lost when i wiped my computer ages ago, turns out it was in a forgotten corner of my phone! in actually tho i was listening to this song from the kirby 64 soundtrack

Last movie I watched: black panther! it was really really good and not to be bi but erik killmonger is? kind of attractive

Top 3 Bands/artists: chvrches, lemon demon, aaaand i’d say garoad (they did the soundtrack to the game VA-11 HALL-A and i can’t get enough of it)

Top 3 TV shows: avatar: the last airbender, the office, and cowboy bebop. i know two of those are animated and i don’t care

Books I’m currently reading: other than the phil/psych stuff i’ve been reading, i’ve been reading a big lovecraft collection my girlfriend lent me ages ago

i’ll tag @zigmata @mysticphysicist @persondudeman and anyone else who wants to do it <3

#lyn speaks

[aficionadosdofantastico]

MATÉRIA EM COLUNA PARA O BLOG LITERÁRIO AFICIONADOS DO FANTÁSTICO - Parte 5 ⠀ Jodie teve participação em figurinos de diversas produções audiovisuais, desde alguns curtas até séries famosas, como "True Blood" @truebloodhbo e “Nightflyers”@nightflyerssyfy , da Netflix @netflixbrasil @netflix , cerne desta matéria. ⠀ Dentre os títulos mais famosos em que marcou presença, receberam destaque “Demônio de Neon” e “Lemon”. ⠀ Uma vez que tenha trilhado o início de sua carreira atuando como figurante em filmes de cinema e séries televisionadas, foi anunciada como a atriz revelação de “Queen & Slim” @queenandslim protagonizando ao lado do ator Daniel Kaluuya @danielkaluuya . ⠀ Ultimamente, Jodie @jodiesmith estampou duas capas de revista para divulgar o filme. Em uma delas, é descrita como “a nova força de Hollywood" @hollywood e na outra destaca-se do lado de Melina e Lena. ⠀ Mostra contudo que sua carreira ainda está no início e será muito próspera! Depois de “Queen & Slim", Jodie já finalizou as gravações de seu segundo filme chamado "After Yang", com Haley Lu Richardson @haleyluhoo e Colin Farrell no elenco, e ainda, muito recentemente, já antecipou o início de gravações para estelar em um terceiro filme, o "Without Remorse" @withoutremorsemovie , ao lado de Michael B. Jordan @michaelbjordan , conhecido por atuar no filme afrofuturista Pantera Negra @blackpanther como o personagem Erik Killmonger. ⠀ Jodi desponta em Hollywood @hollywoodlife @hollywoodnetflix @hollywoodreporter e mostra que veio para ficar. A representatividade das mulheres negras e empoderadas em todos os formatos da mídia veiculada importa muito e todos almejamos vê-la brilhar cada vez mais com uma linda coroa 👑 na cabeça, semelhante a aurora da manhã, vista como a flor negra de tons místicos 🌹🖤que abre tuas pétalas para o mundo! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #jodiesmith #jodieturnersmith #mulheresnegras #mulheresnegrasdecidem #mulherespretas #pretasempoderadas #negrasempoderadas #atrizesnegras #negraspoderosas #representatividadepreta #representatividadenegra #protagonismonegro #protagonistanegra #personagemnegra #queenandslim (em Flor Negra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCtIpJJDxhI/?igshid=1nxmsgv5ckydn

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[tonystarkbingo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Black Panther (2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Erik Killmonger/Tony Stark Characters: Erik Killmonger, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel) Additional Tags: First Meetings, Explicit Sexual Content, Erik has Issues, Erik Killmonger Lives, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Ambiguous/Open Ending Series: Part 16 of Tony Stark Bingo 2019: Round 2 Summary:

Tony meets Erik at a MIT bar in 2004, after the roaring success of an alumni speech to the engineering department and the offer of scholarships to members who meet means-tests by the Maria Stark Foundation.

He’s sitting in a booth, when a handsome man, tall and lithe, slips into the seat on the other side, dreads curling over his face like a fringe, dark eyes flashing.

“Hey,” he says, smoothly.

“Hi,” Tony says, pleasantly, leaning back in his chair.

It’s not his first time, being approached like this in a bar.

The man takes a long drag of his beer, his throat flexing. “You’re Tony Stark.”

Tony’s mouth twists. “If I have to be, sure,” he says, casually.

  Written for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019, "on opposing sides" square (K3)

#tonystarkbingo2019 #tonystarkbingo #bingo fill #deathsweetqueen #erik killmonger/tony stark #lemon