#erik killmonger drabble

[oklcmc]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

#┃⠀･ ｡ﾟ☆⠀〝i just want some dick.〞⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀꒰⠀𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬╱𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬╱𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬╱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬╱𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬. #erik killmonger #njadaka #n'jadaka #n’jadaka #black panther #tchalla #t'challa #t’challa #mcu #marvel #erik stevens #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x oc #chaka khan #drabble #black author #black writers #poc authors #poc writers #black authors

[hennyjwrites]

Guys if you can remember any of my old fics pls tell me a brief description so I can’t rewrite them

Also guys pls send all your request again🙄

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[nysrage]

Masterlist!

aran ojiro

— distracted from the plan

— morning wood

— spa day

— options

onyankopon

— the jackson ranch

one / two / three / four

— play wit it

— behind the mask

— views

— the good girl

— 4 your eyes only

— the house party

connie springer

— trigger fingers

— college daze

— homemade ass shots drabble

— midnight snack

— perfect fit

— next 2 you

erik ‘killmonger’ stevens

— “Killmonger” nfsw links drabble.

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[kittybeewillows]

Collision Course Part 2 (A Modern AU Fic with Artist! Namor and Scientist! Shuri). Part 1 here.

Edit: got my ao3 account!! All updates will be there from now on. See the story here.

"Where the hell have you been?" Erik called out from under the aircraft's belly.

Shuri rolled her eyes. Her cousin had grown up in the United States, which explained a lot of his manners. 

Then again, he was right. She was indeed late. 

Shuri had promised him that she would help him fix his aircraft, which he affectionately called Killmonger. She hated the name and she never failed to remind him of how dark it is. 

"Cousin, you are not in a rush to go anywhere are you?" Shuri teased. If anyone else tried to make light of Erik's sentence, they would be met with her cousin's fists. 

Instead, Erik rolled out from beneath the machine and threw an oily rag at her. She swatted it away and smiled, getting to work. 

Erik was to remain landlocked in Wakanda after being caught smuggling vibranium out of the country. It was a political nightmare for T'challa, but deep down, Shuri understood why Erik did it. It would help countless other countries in need. In the end, T'challa also understood this eventually and initiated programs to help the outside world while keeping the world's only vibranium deposit secure. 

Shuri's thoughts trailed back to Namor. He was obviously not Wakandan, therefore he must have been one of the recipients of her brother's program. Which means he was a brilliant man in his field. 

She remembered his art. Scenes of a beautiful island with brilliant colors adorned the pages. Shuri has never seen color used that way.  There was no doubt that he was worthy to be one of the selected outsiders to visit Wakanda, for the betterment of both of their countries. Shuri allowed her thoughts to linger on his face a little more. His ears and nostrils were both pierced, adorned with jade of all things. He was a beautiful man.  A smile crept across her face without her noticing.

"You seem a little too happy today, cuz," said Erik, peaking from the window.

Shuri ignored his jab, but wanted to learn more about their nation's guests. 

"Did you see the cultural exchange fellows?" she asked, trying to remain as neutral as possible. 

"Nah, I don't have time for that," said Erik.

"You were supposed to be a consultant for the project remember? You're also partially the reason that they are here, cousin," replied Shuri. 

Erik smiled a little bit at that, but chose to reply with a question instead. 

"Someone new caught your eye?" he said. 

Shuri blushed, suddenly remembering a crooked smile and a fleeting handshake. Erik laughed. For one of the most brilliant minds in the world, Shuri was easy to read. Not that she made any effort to conceal herself or her feelings. 

But she will not have it from Erik today. 

Shuri raised a blowtorch and lit it. "Mind your business or Killmonger gets burn marks," she warned. 

That shut Erik up for once. 

As Shuri worked, she suddenly remembered that T'challa had invited her to the ceremonial dinner welcoming the foreigners. Shuri did not think much of it at first, as she usually did not like attending her brother's political engagements.

T'challa did not admit this outright but the dinner, and the program as a whole, was still political in essence. Her brother was pushing for an inclusive, open door policy, which was controversial in their once-hidden nation. If the program was successful, her brother could enact even more positive changes to the world, not just Wakanda.  

Of course then, it was suddenly clear to Shuri that she must go to the party. She must support her brother. 

It definitely did not have anything with the  man who had the most piercing brown eyes she had ever seen. 

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(You guys, thanks so much to the positive response to my first drabble!!! I didn't expect it much from it. This time I wanted to explore Shuri's feelings. She is definitely more logical and rational than Namor, whereas Namor is rash and passionate. She is still a brilliant scientist who just happens to have mechanic skills on the side ofc. Some things don't change across the multiverse methinks. I also have loose ideas in my head of what I want to happen to certain characters other than Namor and Shuri but long story short, no one is dead here and everyone is a normal person trying their best in this version!!)

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[pantherandtheseagod]

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[myriadimagines]

Characters: Reader x Erik Killmonger

Warnings: mentions of death & violence

Gif credit: brolinjosh

Spotify Prompt: 12. Not What I Meant (feat. Lewis Watson) by dodie: “Will I have grown a little empire, or made a fucking mess?”

Word Count: 460

A/N: i really love this lyric but i don’t think i did it justice. anyway........ i miss him (spotify prompts are not open)

He was always hungry. It was all he ever could be, devouring everything in his path despite it never being enough. He’d grind his jaw together, gnaw on every morsel of power he could get his hands on, but it’d disappear into the black hole inside of him, wasted on a body that would just keep eating and eating and get hungrier and hungrier. He grew so used to the emptiness that made a home in his organs, he didn’t even realise it had completely taken over him.

You knew you would never ben enough for him. You were a pit stop on his much longer journey, a journey which would end with him on a throne he believed belonged to him. He didn’t care how many bodies he needed to get through to make it to the top. It’d be just another mark on his skin, another notch amongst many others he had already forgotten. He was so used to trekking over bones as a shortcut, it didn’t matter if his throne was bloody by the time he got to it, didn’t care if his crown was stained. What mattered was that it was on his head, and no one else’s. 

You matched his ambition in the beginning, the both of you hungry for power — and you were starving. The two of you were unstoppable, merciless, took no prisoners and showed no sympathy. He had a goal, and you were his loyal partner in crime. You loved him to the point where it consumed you, where life without him seemed impossible.

Until it all became to be too much. Erik overtook you in every way, pushed you in ways you had never imagined yourself going down. You followed his orders at first, even had fun with it, but it became messy. He wasn’t focused anymore, ruthless violence as he got closer and closer to achieving what he wanted to achieve. The more he tasted the power he craved, the more ravenous he got, and you couldn’t follow him down a path you never meant to step foot on.

When it came time to it, it was easy for Erik to toss you aside, to advance onto the next step of his plan without you. It stung, as if he’d press his fingers directly into your wounds that he inflicted. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming, but you let your love blind you, delude yourself into thinking that it would always be the two of you, even though Erik’s throne only has space for one.

You always told Erik he deserved an empire. And he’d believe the same. But he’d burn the whole world down to get it if he needed to, and he’d burn you with everyone else. 

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[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Submitted by Anon

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A/N: umakazi=aunt. Umzala=cousin.

“You have to leave now, umakazi, umzala. You too, Nakia” you took them to a secret passageway.

“What about you? He’ll kill you” Ramonda said.

“No, he won’t. I’m not T’challa’s mother or sister. I’m his cousin, which means I’m as much related to him as I am to T’challa. I will convince him, don’t worry about me. Besides, someone has to stay to look after our people”.

“Where are they? I want them found” Killmonger ordered his new counsil.

“My king, may I speak? I have information that may be of use to you” A memeber of the counsil came forward, shaking.

“What is it?”.

“I saw princess Y/n leaving with them and now is back alone”.

“Bring her to me!”.

“What is the meaning of this?” You removed your arms from the guards that brought you to him.

“Is that how you greet your new king?” He stood up from his throne and started walking towards you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you want me to bow to you?” You mocked.

“Where are they?”.

“Who?”.

“You know who I’m talking about”.

“No, I don’t. There are thousands of people in Wakanda”.

“My aunt and my cousin”.

“They are not here”.

“I know that. Where did they go?”.

“Hmm... I can’t tell you that, sorry”.

“So you’d rather die?” He raised his eyebrows in a surprise.

“Listen, cousin” you started taking a few steps toward him “They are my family and I had to protect them. I could’ve gone with them, but I didn’t. Because, you are my family to and I want to help you” you manipulated him.

“And just like that I’m supposed to trust you? Like you said, they are your family and I just killed T’challa”.

“T’challa was my cousin, but so are you. You don’t have to trust me immediately, but I can assure you that you will with time” you smiled.

“There’s something about you that I can’t quite figure out. You can stay for now, but you will be guarded at all times”.

“Really? Where am I going to go? If I wanted to escape I would have escaped with them and if I wanted to kill you, I could’ve just done it now” you removed a dagger from your chest and he took a few steps back “but I didn’t, because as I said you are my family”.

“Very well then, but I’ll have someone watch you”.

“Fine” you turned your back on him and started walking away.

“Where are you going?”.

“Haven’t decided yet. Maybe the person watching me will tell you” you smirked.

“Oh, right I almost forgot. What should I call you? Erik? N’jadaka? Killmonger? King?” You teased.

“It doesn’t matter. I have more pressing matters at the moment”.

“Right, I’ll leave you to it then, Erik”.

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[akamaiden]

Maryyy, parabéns pelos seus 700 seguidores ♥♥♥ I would like to make a request with 1, 9, 26, 41 and 34 from the sarcasm list and 15, 21 24, 32 and 60 from the NSFW with Killmonger, a warrior girl from Wakanda is designated to care the safety of King Erik as a bodyguard, at the beginning she hates the new king, but with the time, who knows how the tables turn...

A/N: I know I said that you can choose until two prompts per request, but fuck off, I just want to celebrate. 

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

Words: 883.

It's been three months that you were the personal bodyguard of King Killmonger and only God knew how you hated this, how you hated him and everything.

You missed T'Challa so much, you still didn't believe that he was gone. He would be such a great King. 

Shuri even tried to made your mind for you run away with here, Queen Ramonda and Nakia. But you had swore fidelity to the throne, even that you hated the actual King.

Today Erik decided to take a walk in the streets of Wakanda and even that you said that it was not a good idea, he insisted. 

Everything was really calm until one of the people threw a stone at Erik, but you shoved him to the floor so the object found your forehead instead of his.

“You're not my King!” the man said and started running.

“You crazy?” Erik said and then he looked around and quickly understood what was going on. “Arrest this man!” he said and the other guards started chasing the man. 

“Shit!” you said when you touched your forehead and saw your fingers glistening with your own blood. 

“Hey, Y/N, come. We need to stich you up,” he said and holding your arm he guided you back to the compound.

Once your wound was cleaned the doctor stiched you, in fact. And you were ready to go back to your position as personal bodyguard of the King but he stopped you.

“What are you doing? Get your ass back in the bed, now!” he commanded.

“I have to fulfill my job,” you said.

“No way, get some rest on the next few days and then you can come back. I'm sorry for this,” he said so lowly that you kept asking yourself if he really said that.

“All due respect, but that's a bunch of crap. I told you that it was not a good idea. Also, remind me to kill you. Please,” you said to him.

“You were right, after all. This stone was for me,” he said.

“Well, what can I say? I'm a badass,” you said shrugging.

“You know I'm really concerned about you so don't die okay? I'd never find a bodyguard like you,” he said.

“When my head stop spinning I swear that I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy,” you said.

“I was kidding, but you know, I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned,” he said.

“You probably know how I feel about you,” you said. 

“So do you feel something after all?” he asked.

“Yes, despise,” you said rolling your eyes. 

“You know it'd be much more easy for you to work so close to me if you be a good girl,” he said.

Good girl. His words sent goosebumps through your body, but you pretended that nothing happened.

“Or we can simply don't talk,” you said.

“Yes but where's the fun if we don't talk?” he said getting close to you. 

“I'm not understanding this. You spent the last three months without even talk to me and now you want us to be friends or some shit like that?” you said.

“I want you. Do you want me?” he said.

“What?” you said. 

He nestled himself between your legs, guided his hands to your hips and you froze. You knew perfectly that you shoved him off or something but you simply couldn't move. 

When you finally recovered the ability to talk you said, “This never will happen,”

“Wanna bet?” he said.

Before you could answer he pressed your lips with his own, silencing you with a kiss. He licked your lips asking for permission that you gave to him.

He could be an asshole, but he was hot and you weren't blind. You hugged him and scratched the back of his neck while you locked him next to you with your legs on his waist.

Everything after this happened real quick, before you could think coherent, you two were already naked trying desperately to devour each other. 

He was laying in the narrow bed of the infirmary, his hard cock was pressing your entrance and God, you wanted him, you wanted him badly.

“Erik,” you said between moans while he was sucking and biting your nipples.

“What?” he said.

“Please, ruin me,” you said.

And he ruined you. He penetrated you at once and without giving you more than seconds to adjust to his size, he started thrusting into you.

His pace was savage, he was fucking you deep and hard. You were already too lost in pleasure to try to control yourself. You moaned his name louder and louder.

“Scream for me,” he commanded while he hips.

It was a matter of seconds to him found your g-spot and started hitting it repeatedly making you yell his name.

When he felt your legs trembling and your inner “Cum for me,”

And you came hard moaning his name so loudly that probably won't he entire compound heard you. He came right after you and the he started dressing his clothes. 

“Get well soon so we can repeat this,” he said winking at you and giving a kiss on your forehead and leaving you alone.

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[romeulusroy]

Nicknames (Erik Killmonger Drabble)

Character/s: Erik Killmonger

Word Count: 552

Inspired By: Heartbreak Hotel by Sabby Sousa

A/N: Ah okay it’s been forever since I’ve written anything, and though I was hoping this would be longer than it is, I’m gonna post it anyways :) I was hoping I’d feel more confident in my writing too, but if I only posted writing I felt 100% confident with nothing would ever be posted 💜

Mellis, meaning all the thing he’d ever called you. Honey. Sweetness. Darling. Those words the wet plaster over every crack in the wall, a lazy attempt at fixing himself. He never called you by your real name, a rare occurrence, instead calling out every other word he’d ever learned to say to someone he knew he didn’t deserve

Honey. Sweet, yellow, sticky. Trapped. You’d always been a sucker for a little extra sugar. You found yourself day in and day out stuck to the floorboards, honey changing so quickly to cement shackles, the door just out of reach. The bags you’d packed so furiously, clothes spilling out, weighed down. You could hear the bees inside. Some things were too sentimental to leave behind. Dumb things, you’d realized, dead weight. A card. Buzz. A ring. Buzz. It always happened like this. An awful sweet tooth took its toll. Honey. He called you, suddenly washing away all of his faults. Buzz. What were you doing? Unpack, shove the suitcase under the bed, no the closet. The buzzing hushed. Honey. Life was good in the hive, it always was for a while. Then the stings would welt up, tiny dots growing. Allergies. Screw a suitcase, you needed an Epipen.

Sweetness. Enough sugar could turn any flash of anger in his eyes into a romantic gesture. He could be so red, so sour. Obsessive. Nothing could change his mind. They called you crazy for seeing his sweeter side. Someone so caring it was hard to believe he’d spent so much of his life plotting this fantadtic revenge. The sweetness so blinding. What after? He never liked that question. What the hell are you thinking? Nothing, not really. He didn’t have to think when it came to the violence, it came so naturally. There was no changing his mind. Erik had one goal in life. Wather or not you were going along with it didn’t change a thing. Sweetness. The sugar rush always felt so good in the moment, it was hard to keep up the high.

Darling. He only called you that when he knew he was in trouble. When he’d let you down one too many times, too focused on this idea instead of the person right in front of him. Datling. He pulled it out like a loaded gun and placed it on the table. Something about it always made you stop. It gave him time to beg, to apologize, to pull you close and ask for understanding. Time to change your mind, second guess the situation, see him in a far better light than he deserved. Darling. So many times before you’d gone to bed angry, starring at the closet doors, at the front door, searching for any exit plan. Darling. So patronizing. A weakness he exploited to make up for being a poor partner. Darling. Too many chances for someone who’d never put you first.

He never called you by your real name. It was always something cute, something he knew you wanted to hear. Erik realized he’d messed up too many times as the door slammed shut behinf you. It was only then he knew it was too late he called you by your name. When the bees stopped stinging, when the sugar wore off, when the chances finally ran out.

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[breanime]

Please and thank you 🤗

*warning: steamy*

"Get your ass over here and take this dick," Erik commanded you, already taking his shirt off.

You took a breath, deciding if you were going to be a good girl or a brat.

The brat won out.

"Nah," you replied casually, feigning like you weren't wet from his words alone, "I'm good."

"Nah?" He repeated. "Girl, what you just say to me?"

You licked your lips; you loved when he got like this, loved pushing his buttons. Erik was a Prince of Wakanda now, but to you, he'd always be that brash, cocky kid from Oakland that would kill for you.

"I said," you spoke slowly, a smirk growing on your lips, "Make me."

Erik stomped over to you, and you could see the panther in him--those dark predator eyes locking in on you, his willing prey. "Oh, you just said the magic words, baby," he spoke lowly, calmly, but when he got to you, he took your shirt in his hands and ripped it open, the sound of fabric tearing drowned out by your excited gasp. He turned you around, pushing you up against the wall, his hands slapping against it, boxing you in.

You felt his teeth on the back of your neck, and you moaned. He wasn't kissing you, no. He was marking you, running his teeth against your skin, pressing his diamond fangs into your shoulder before moving down your back. He bit your bra off, opening the clasp with his teeth before turning pulling your pants down to your ankles.

"I ain't gonna ask again," he purred against your ear, "Take. This. Dick."

You could feel how hard he was behind you, and you knew how this game went. You'd be a brat, teasing and pushing Erik all day, then you'd come home so he could destroy you, but only if you gave him the okay.

You spread your legs, knowing you were wet, but not wet enough to grant him easy passage (this, too, was part of the game). "Fuck me, Erik."

He wasted no time, pulling his pants down before slamming into you, the force of his entry pushing you further into the wall. There was a flash of heat between your legs, the stretch of him making you cry out with pleasure. "Fuckin' brat," he growled, pulling out just to slam back into you again, "Gonna be the Princess of Wakanda and you still act up," he bit your shoulder, and you gasped. The sound of ass smacking filled the room, and you closed your eyes, drowning in the painful pleasure of it all. "Gettin' nice and wet," he noted, still pumping in and out of you, "You like when I fuck you like this, huh?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Prince N'Jadaka," you cried, your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you.

Erik laughed, fucking you even as you convulsed around him, coating his thickness in your cum. "Yeah," he pushed all the way in, seating himself in your tummy as you whined, overly stimulated, "that's what the fuck I thought you said," he slapped your ass, making it jump with the action, "Now get comfy, girl...

...I promised to fuck the attitude out of you, so this'll take a while."

You nodded, already fucked well into submission. Sometimes it paid to be a brat.

#killmonger fic #bre does gif drabbles #erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger imagine

[brattyfics]

8. homecoming 

“Surprise!”

Shock turned to twinkling warmth as Erik took in the Welcome Home banner strung across the entryway. His expression was priceless.

You tucked yourself into his warmth after his aging grandparents and little cousins all had their turns. 

“Missed you so much.” Erik whispered, squeezing your waist as if to confirm you were real. “‘Preciate you.”

Not for the homecoming party, but for picking up his slack. For being the only stable thing he could depend on when he was going through turmoil on a daily basis overseas. For loving him.

You understood, kissing him tenderly. “Anything for you.”

Notes: More May drabbles.

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[taint3dvirgin]

Like the Sun, You Slowly Slip Away

Drabble: Angst| Reemed!Erik| what if things weren't going so well in you in Erik's relationship

You were suspended in bliss.....

the moment you first realized the distance between you and Erik. You were in the kitchen, sifting through the refrigerator. Strutting back and forth to bring food to the stove. You were rambling on about something, nothing, everything. You couldn't even process the words as they came--just enchanted in the moment.

But, then you looked back at him, who normally would be smiling up at you and enamored in your presence.

This time though, when you turned around, you'd almost been knocked off your balance by the tightness in his eyes which were black and hollow. His mouth was held in a straight line. He looked as if he were staring past a stranger on the street.

And when he noticed you noticing him, you thought you might become undone from the way he tried to recover. Twitching while trying to find that look that he knew you expected. It came down to a contorted grin, a patronizing stare, and furrowed eyebrows that had him all twisted in the face. That lost grin made its way into a pitiful smile and you could feel the floor open up underneath you. That's when the falling began.

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That was just the first moment, that you could remember, before you world was upended.

The second time you felt a wretchedness was on a measly Wednesday night. On Wednesday's, you had pasta for dinner. Either of you would spend hours on end cooking; coming home early if needed. But the world was heavy. So, you'd ordered out.

You didn't cook but you set the table beautifully. A nice bottle of wine on chill. Jazz playing. You wanted the night to feel like comfort.

The hours became spent. When Erik came in, he limped in on a stiff back. You were putting on earrings as he was taking off his boots. You looked back at him even though, he didn't greet you. You spoke and he turned to you.

The place shook. There was the sound of thudding from the furniture crashing as the ground opened up.

This time when you looked at him, he was the antithesis of the person you saw at breakfast. Betrayal held in his eyes. There was a glow on his being, a calm on his clothes, a satisfaction in his posture, his eyes still kept the goddamned smile and the secrets of his spent laughter from the day; taunting you and ready to lie. They shun through those orbs with reticent embarrassment.

Where were you?

My family had a dinner tonight. Please tell me you didn't wait to eat?

Flashes of all those times you'd sat at the family table, arm to arm with him, knowing they regarded you as one of their own. He just sat there, as those memories were stolen from you.

And silence might have befallen if not for the wickedness of the rumbling below.

---- The lies have taken over. You were stuck in a perpetual winter, in a gray skied, suffocating sphere.

But at least, you both were no longer collapsing into the floor.

It was just you now.

Because.......

the third time, and the last time you looked back at him, you saw this heat that threatened to spill its way out of his eyes like a hot spring. There it was again, joy restored to his body, as he thanked you over and over again for trying it out this way. He was moving out, but he swore the two of you would work things out.

According to him, space was the answer.

Convinced on his lies, or half-truths, as he fumbled around the kitchen, going back and forth to take his boxes of memories and new beginnings to the door.

You were going to work this out cried the assuredness of the back touches he paid you as he moved himself out. The moment almost had you.

But at last.....

as he walked down the steps to his car, he looked back at you. And that pitiful, lying grin returned.

You knew that he was not coming back.

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[laketaj24]

The Erik Drabble pic is coming tonight..... any thoughts on which one to serve as inspiration... I had a black suit theme in mind but then I remembered this gif of him in the kitchen??

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[pantherandtheseagod]

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[welcometohellweofferimagines]

Marvel Universe | Black Panther Erik Stevens [ N’Jadaka ]

He hasn’t had a true friend in a while. No companionship; only his hunger for vengeance; his missions to kill before he can take the throne of his father’s home. Erik figured he didn’t need it, not when he’d been without love since losing his father as a child. No. Erik – Killmonger – didn’t want a friend.  Then why did he not assert himself when you trailed behind him? He’d been aggressive with civilians before. Toppling governments for the U.S. never required him to be warm to the people of developing nations; but you were so like a lost puppy, so like, if he dared admit, him, after finding his father dead, that he just couldn’t. So he bit his tongue and endured your presence. Endured – that was what he called it. You were a nuisance after all, no? You had no training to protect yourself, nothing to help him and his colleagues in their mission. You had nothing that Erik could respect. Right? Wrong. In the face of his coldness, you’d never failed to be kind. Perhaps you had no idea what he was there to do – the chaos he and his colleagues were sent to create. He had half a mind to tell you just to be rid of you. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Erik didn’t want to. He’d forgotten what it was like to have someone he could die for. More than that, he’d forgotten the warmth of caring about someone one could live for. Erik had forgotten entirely how to live. But not when he was around you. He had a friend again, at last. Maybe one day he could shoot some hoops with you and just... relax. But not someday soon. He still had his father to avenge.

I claim no credit for the gif. All credit goes to its wonderful creator. xx

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[tjadakaa]

-:- I am... -:-

Erik doesn't like when T'Challa calls him N'Jadaka. It's his name yes, the one his father gave him, the one he held in his heart till he could declare it at a time when it would matter. But coming from T'Challa it irks him. Especially when it's attached to the patent, 'notable face of disapproval.' It feels like his cousin is trying to make up for how they met, amongst other things. It feels like overcompensating.

Yet the name, 'Erik' coming out T'Challa's mouth doesn't sound right either. Erik is the name he associates most with himself. It's the name most people from before call him, the name on his birth certificate, the name he carried while he was working as a tool for the state, while he was dreaming of a day that would never come. It's his government name, but it's not what T'Challa or Shuri or really anyone in Wakanda call him.

No one calls him Killmonger anymore. Like the mask he stole from the museum that faithful day, he's since discarded it. He thinks about the name of course, and it comes to him in dreams, nightmares and the odd memory. His platoon would call him 'Killmonger' back then it was a sign of pride, respect for Erik's seniority and skill. Now it's just a reminder of things he'd rather forget.

Erik likes when T'Challa calls him an annoyance, it means he's doing his job right. Keeping T'Challa on his toes, giving him a different perspective from the hoity toity Wakandan one T'Challa and everyone else around him held.

Erik likes when T'Challa calls him an asshole, it means T'Challa

agrees with him but would have stated things in nicer terms. Occasionally it means Erik is going too far and needs to fall back, as much as he hates the reminder of how 'wild' Wakanda considers him it's a useful warning.

Erik likes when T'Challa calls him 'Lieutenant.' It's missing the 'Colonel' from his days running around doing the U.S.'s dirty work but it's still a nod to his ability as a tactical leader and military man. The effect is ruined somewhat when T'Challa uses it right after suggesting something incredibly stupid or daring. Like allowing his pet white C.I.A agent to continue living or tanking the stock markets in a couple european countries so they'll forgive the debts being collected from former colonies.

Erik likes when T'Challa calls him cousin. Their daddies might have denied them the chance to grow up as real cousins, but T'Challa has never denied that bond once discovered and it's something Erik never forgets.

Erik likes when T'Challa calls him 'dear,' 'love' and when he's high and feeling cuddly, 'baby boy.' Sometimes he drags T'Challa for it, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't, but the endearments are like liquid gold, said in T'Challa's voice, in T'Challa's manner occasionally with a tinge of exasperation.

The names keep growing and as time passes, he likes more of them than he hates.

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#1 in a series of drabbles.

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