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let-them-fight · 2 months
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Okay since this has suddenly blown up over the last 3 days, I want to make a post discussing what I meant by it. Because I have shit to say.
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Fiction doesn’t affect reality, but fiction can affect people. For better or for worse.
You might read a book and some random line might inspire you enough to want to live by it.
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You might play a video game and come away questioning about something you’ve never really thought about before.
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(also, just to get this out of the way)
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And in regards to the original post— yes, there have been cases in which groups advocating for change have been taken advantage of by bad people. To ignore that would be to ignore history.
But the thing is, that is a real life example. Real people, places, organizations and concepts are and will always be impossible to convey in fictional media because those things are always changing. They are never just black and white, never.
Meanwhile, fiction is different. Whether it’s a book, game, movie, tv show— even the most complex of media will never truly be as “complex” as reality.
Because fiction is written. Scripted, animated. Filmed. Programmed, sculpted, published.
Reality isn’t any of those things. What a person feels, does, says, thinks, isn’t written down, isn’t predestined by some script or line of code— the closest way I can describe it is that it’s dictated by 1,000 hands doing a coin flip at the same time with a 3-sided penny that immediately falls into a hole before a winner can be discerned.
Anyways. I’m off topic.
What I’m trying to get at is that no fictional character has the agency that a real person has. We cannot interview a fictional character and get an idea of how their thought process works, or hell what they had for breakfast or something. No.
Because the extent to which a fictional character, setting, etc. exists— is between the time the opening title fades out and the credits fade in. The time between you clicking new game & when you’ve reached the true ending. When you open page 1 and end page 200.
But like I said. Fiction can have an effect on real people’s minds, for better… or for worse.
You are a viewer who might not know any better. You might not be well informed on history, and may easily have your mind shaped by whatever you consume.
You turn on a show, plug into a game, open a book, grab your popcorn and watch a movie. And in this media, there’s a character, or maybe multiple characters— and their cause is laid out, plain and simple.
Maybe they’re apart of some oppressed group, fictional or nonfictional, who wants change in society. Who wants their oppressors to just stop oppressing them, and has been pushed to the extent in which the only way their voices can be heard is through violence. Most likely they are already “antagonists” of the narrative, but that their goals are treated as being… “understandable”… by either that narrative, or the main cast.
At least, to the extent that these protagonists can still gleefully beat the shit out of them without anyone batting an eye.
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And you continue watching, playing, reading, etc. And most likely at this point, the narrative has begun to portray these particular antagonists in a different light.
Perhaps they’ve begun upholding the goals they said they had less and less. They’re becoming more violent just for the sake of it.
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And also at this point it is likely that the narrative is… silently… treating this character’s/group’s initial goals with less and less favorability. Key word, silently.
“Oh, this character is fighting back against oppressors… but now they’re killing people? How evil, surely pushback against oppressive groups can never be achieved.”
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“Oh, this fictional group/organization wants to fix their society? Their society which has displaced them without care? …Oh, but they’re bombing buildings now, surely we could never take their displacement seriously.”
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And eventually as you near the end of this narrative, the slippery slope has been slipped upon. In an instant, the character(s) whose goals were at least given a shred of sympathy at the beginning of this story
suddenly end up killing thousands of people.
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Or maybe, they suddenly turn out to be apart of the very group they’re trying to combat against.
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Or maybe, they’re a Holocaust survivor.
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Another thing you might see the narrative start to do at this point is suddenly reveal the backstory of this character/organization— and most likely, it’s something sad, upsetting, angering. But it rings hollow, it’s meant to ring hollow. Because when you give a character(s) you’ve already assigned the hatesink role to, that backstory will be disregarded in the instant if never explored upon. And in most instances… it’s not explored upon. It’s shock value.
And while this might not be the case for the character above, as my knowledge of X-Men is fairly limited… I can say that this is the case for another character:
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This character was branded.
This character who, in universe, is apart of a fictitious minority group, is revealed to have been branded and enslaved by a company run by his oppressors, with outside material implying this was possibly done while he was a minor.
Good thing this was revealed after he turned out to be a genocidal terrorist & abuser! Who cares that he was branded? I bet whoever did it just really “let him have it.” (Writer’s own words!) Please don’t look up the fact that Adam is a Hebrew name! Please also don’t realize that the initials he was branded with & the company he was enslaved by had a German name!
And most likely at this point, the character(s) have two routes to go down.
They die graphically. Maybe not in a big bloody gorebath, but they’re not given the same amount of liberty in death that other villains in this media might get. Bonus points if it’s on-screen. However, you’ll have the main character “mourning the loss” of them, or rather, what they could’ve been, if only they’d not gone so far!
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2. Or just take what I said in 1 but without the last sentence.
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And then, credits roll. You’ve reached the true ending. Page 200. Final episode. Whatever. And if you’re the viewer I mentioned at the beginning of all of this, who might not know any better—
who takes what they see in fiction and applies it to the world around them…
You’ll think. “Are people/groups like that in the real world this dangerous, too?” (especially if it’s used in media meant for children.)
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But anyways.
It’s propaganda dipped in flashing lights or likable characters. It’s propaganda that’s hidden under cool set pieces, beautiful cinematography, “good writing.”
I wanna reiterate what I said earlier in this post.
“What I’m trying to get at is that no fictional character has the agency that a real person has. We cannot interview a fictional character and get an idea of how their thought process works, or hell what they had for breakfast or something. No. Because the extent to which a fictional character, setting, etc. exists— is between the time the opening title fades out and the credits fade in. The time between you clicking new game & when you’ve reached the true ending. When you open page 1 and end page 200.”
When a character advocating for justice or freedom or something noble and good, suddenly ends up murdering babies or bombing hospitals, they loose the “advocating for justice or freedom” part. They’ve shifted from one part of their written arc to the next.
We only see what the narrative allows us to. So when the narrative only allows us to see these character(s) do horrific things, we subconsciously interpret that these things were their main goals all along. And most often, this kind of narrative will prove you right on that front. Sadly.
And again. If you’re “that viewer”— you’ll apply that logic to the world around you. You’ll grow into that logic. You’ll see news reporters regard people protesting a genocide as “needing to be put in insane asylums” and nod your head. You’ll see podcasters tout a group fighting against police brutality and racism as terrorists and agree with them.
Maybe I’m being exaggerative. It’s 12 am here. But what I’m really trying to emphasize here is that this trope is propaganda. Yes, there are real world examples of bad people taking over good organizations. But when you present a scenario like that in fiction, you subtract the nuances and complexities that real life has.
And it becomes propaganda. Propaganda that no one is immune to, and anyone can be susceptible to.
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It’s propaganda when Bioshock’s Daisy Fitzroy, a black revolutionary & former slave who wanted freedom for her people, has her goals invalidated time & time again and is portrayed as just as evil as the system itself.
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It’s propaganda when The Legend of Korra’s Zaheer, who wanted to destroy the authority figures of the world so that all people could be free, ends up torturing the main protagonist on screen.
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It’s propaganda when Star Wars’ Barriss Offee, who wanted the Jedi to return to being peacekeepers, not warmongers, and then bombing their temple. (Didn’t help that she’s heavily Muslim coded.)
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It’s propaganda when Game of Throne’s Daenerys Targaryen goes from being a victim of abuse who wanted to liberate the oppressed and destroy their oppressors, to becoming a murderer of thousands because “she was mean to some slavers.”
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It’s propaganda when RWBY’s White Fang, a group made up of members of an in-universe minority race, are never once given a shred of sympathy, becoming nothing more than evil terrorists wanting to take over the world, and are even blamed as “the cause of their own racism.”
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It’s propaganda when Marvel’s Erik Killmonger wants to continue what his father wanted and empower black people around the world to fight against their oppression, “overthrow their oppressors”, but then just… actually wants to conquer the entire world.
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And it’s propaganda when Magneto, a Jewish man, a survivor of the holocaust… is written to be an advocate for genocide.
TL;DR:
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migosis · 7 months
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One story, six prompts (erik killmonger x reader short)
i came out of retirement and challenged myself using prompts from @eye-raq's post here.
Synopsis: Erik is getting serious with a girl who is scared to love him b/c of past trauma. What happens when he breaks her trust?
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You were in the kitchen preparing a snack before you sat down to watch television. The distraction of being entertained by drama that wasn’t yours was exactly what you needed this evening. Even though this was your second time watching Insecure, you still couldn’t decide if you were Team Issa or Team Molly. Your phone chimed, notifying you there was motion detected on your front door step and moments later you heard a few knocks. You scoffed once you saw the footage of Erik waiting impatiently, checking to see if there was a key under a planter nearby. You barely cracked the door open before walking back in the house towards the kitchen. You heard him smack his lips, but you were genuinely unconcerned in the moment about his frustration. He was hot on your tail following you into the kitchen where you faced away from him and continued cutting your pineapple.
“I don’t like being hung up on, that’s some grimy shit.” He declared.
“Unfortunately for you Erik, I dont really give a fuck about what you like right now. I told you I wanted space so I’m not sure why you’re here.”
“Y/n, that was 4 days ago. I'm tired of this, all you do is shut down. It would be one thing if you actually moved on, but you're still mad about the same shit four days later. Like where does that leave me?"
"I don't know." You said nonchalantly. 
"See this what the fuck I be talking about. Is this a relationship or not?"
"Erik, I don't know what you want from me.”
"I want you to stop fucking running and talk to me so we can get past this. I want more than this, I’m tired of playing games."
"I don't want to get past it. I just want to be heard. And clearly you couldn't do that so I hung up."
"Babe, I heard you. I told you I was sorry and I even understood where you was coming from. I told you how I could’ve handled it better, but why am I the only one that has to be accountable? You went thru my phone and found something you shouldn't have been looking for in the first place. Why you can't admit that? Why you can't admit that you didn't trust me in the first place?"
"Erik, stop. I really don't wanna do this." Here you were trying to stave off the immense emotion you felt in that moment. You could place it, but your chest was tight, palms hot, and you used the back of your hand to stave off tears that threatened to fall. 
Erik's chest ached when he heard your voice crack. He hated to see you cry, and even more for him to be at the source of it. He was truly apprehensive in trying to soothe you. He knew you were asking for space, but who else was going to do the work of soothing you and earning your trust back. In a group chat, his friends commented on y/n’s “standoff-ish” demeanor and implying that she was insecure in her looks and suggested that he could do better. Y/n’s heart sank when Erik did not defend her, but only replied insisting they mind their business and making several jokes about their failed relationships. 
He stepped closer from behind. He placed his hand over yours gently, prying the knife out of her and sitting it down.
"Listen y/n, this love shit is scary as hell but I'm willing to accept it. Are you?"
Love? You questioned internally, had he meant to say that. It felt unreal, but not unreal enough for you to deny it. When you thought about how Erik treated you, you could tell he loved you. And even though you had labeled the relationship you and him had kindled everything else under the sun it was only in this moment you realized what you two had cultivated was love. 
Even despite this realization, some wounded part in you needed to push back. "Erik, I don't think you know what you're saying." You shook your head. You could feel his hands around your waist now, making you tense up. But when he rested his head on your shoulder, you began to breathe again. If you could so casually let him in, it also meant that letting him go wouldn’t be so easy. You needed to make a fight, construct walls, not allow yourself to get used to his love because the love you were used to was unstable, unreliable, and unsafe. In reality Erik had been the opposite of all of those things to you, so this was the moment you understood the problem all along was not that you needed to let him in like he’d been pleading for. You needed to let you out. This solitary confinement was making your love for Erik complicated. It was making his love for you hard, while it could be so easy. His love truly swept you up and held you tight. It was hard to breathe his air, but with all of these realizations flooding your mind, you know you could not keep suffocating yourself with burdens of the past or concerns of the future.
His lips found your neck and he promptly turned you around to face him. Gently, he brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks.
"You know how I feel about you, it's already apparent. Please don’t cry baby."
He kissed you again and your hand grabbed onto the front of his shirt holding him there. You pulled him deeper into your mouth. Tasting him again felt amazing and the way his hands grazed your hips made you want him in other ways. You hummed into his mouth out of pure impulse. When you pulled away, you turned leaning over the counter and pressed your backside into him. You grinded against him, tempting him to palm your ass. His hand continued up your back, grabbing you up against his chest by your ponytail. She quickly went to untie the elastic on her pajama shorts and pull them down but Erik's hand stopped her. 
"Wait."
"What?" She questioned as he stepped back from her painstakingly slow.
"Erik c’mooon." She whined at him. Once she actually looked back at him, she could see the pensive look he had on his face which made her fill with concern.
"Sex isn't going to make this go away.”
"I know that, Erik." She nearly rolled her eyes, but she was trying her best to be earnest.
"I want you to talk to someone baby.”
Off rip, you were immediately embarrassed at the thought of him telling you that you needed some type of help. 
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Well you’re not talking to me and I’m trying to stay together, so am I worthy enough to change your mind?”
“Can you be flexible? How about we talk to someone?”
“Couples therapy? I never thought I’d need that corny ass shit.” He muttered the last part quietly. “But I love you and I know you do too, so you’re really gonna have to convince me otherwise.”
It was hard to bring yourself to say those words so you simply stated. "I do." He smirked and lifted you on the counter. He looked you over and told you how much he missed you. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. You held his scruffy jaw, beckoning him closer to you. You barely flinched when his hand crept around your neck, and finally found home grasping your chest.
"I thought you said no sex." You said breathlessly.
"That was before, now I'm about to make love to you."
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imperfectlyxangelic · 3 months
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This guy named Doc on All The Queen’s Men gave me all the Erik vibes while being interrogated by this detective 🤣 pulled his junk out while talking all that shit about having her bent over and calling him daddy… I am WEAK! 🤣
The episode is called “Cloak and Dagger” if you wanna watch it. I think this is season 2 and should already be on BET+
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killslumflower · 5 months
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F U R A H A K L A N
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MUTANT: WEREKAT
ELDEST ALPHA
N’JADKA FURAHA
rapper,
poet
Forensic science major
[1/3 alternative r&b band the pact]
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MIDDLE LIONESS
SHANI FURAHA
singer, dance major
[2/3 of alternative r&b band the pact]
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YOUNGEST CUB
ASANI FURAHA
singer, art major, writer
[1/3 of alternative r&b band the pact]
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phenomenal1500 · 2 years
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Toxic Love | Erik Killmonger
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Chapter 3: ~Never Listen To Demons~
For Chapter 2: ~Imagination VS Reality~ click here.
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Warning: Daddy Kink, Finger Fucking. 
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"If you want something, then yes." He whispered back to her and the whole group turned silent when they heard her question. Like they were all programmed to listen to the one who wanted to use it.
"Um, okay, well." She scooted closer to the ouija board. "I want.... uh.... I want to give permission to a certain man who asked for it."
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Delaney waited nervously for something to happen or something to even perhaps answer her permission, but nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.... it kinda disappointed her actually, but she shrugged it off and got up. "Never mind. I'm going downstairs again before my father finds me joining a fucking creepy cult up here." Delaney whispered to Reyna as softly as possible in the hope no one heard her, but suddenly the whole group looked up in sync.
"What did you say?" A tall but skinny boy slowly raised from a cross-legged sitting position.
He had a dark shadow covering his tilted head while his body straightened itself in a very strange way. It honestly looked like his bones were breaking and adjusting in his back to stand straight.
The sight instantly sent shivers up her spine, the bad kind of shivers, and she backed off, tripping over her own feet while the boy walked through the circle like a snake. "Say it louder so everyone can hear it."
"I prefer not to." She rubbed her back that hurt pretty badly while she also tried to get up without flashing anyone with her dress.
"Tell us." He ordered and hovered over her with his slender body so she couldn't get up.
"No." Her voice was shaky, but she wasn't going to let a guy she didn't even know control her so she kept a straight face and even tried to push him away.
"TELL US NOW!!" The boy shouted at the top of his lungs, the sounds blowing all the candles out.
It went all black after that.
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Delaney slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a little to get used to the bright light that shone through her bedroom curtains while she shifted in her bed. Was she home?
She couldn't remember coming home at all.
Confusion and curiosity getting the best of her to check what had happened yesterday, she got dressed in a simple pair of grey sweats and a white crop top before she walked down the stairs of her father's mansion. With her hand gliding over the railing of the marble stairs, she stopped herself when she suddenly spotted her dad standing at the end of the hallway with an angry face. "Dad...." She began, but he already cut her off with a sharp pointing finger.
"How could you?! I was so fucking worried about you, Delaney Delcour!" He started to yell at the woman in front of him, throwing all his frustration and anger into every word that left his mouth. "They scooped you up from the fucking attic floor drunk!"
Drunk? She hadn't drank anything before she went up there.... but perhaps this was way better than trying to explain to her dad she was in the attic talking to an Ouija Board and almost getting attacked by a cult.
"I'm sorry dad, I just wanted to have some fun with Reyna." She shrugged and rubbed the back of her neck, trying to deal with his shouting even with her terrible headache.
"Fun huh?! YOU CALL THAT FUN?! BLACKED OUT ON THE COLD ATTIC FLOOR?!" He shouted so hard all their maidens had quietly left the scene out of fear and she could swear the mirrors and windows would break any minute if he kept his voice raised like this. "YOU COULD'VE BEEN RAPED OR MURDERED!"
"I'm fine, I feel fine and I look fine. I'm sorry for just trying to be my own person last night, but I'm a grown up woman and I deserve to have some freedom too sometimes." She shrugged, finally talking back calmly, unlike her father, while she crossed her arms and her back leaned against the white marble wall behind her.
Her father, however, stared at her with a red flushed face, his eyes filled with fire and his upper lip had a twitch because of his rage burning up, but she stood her ground nonetheless.
Normally she would've gotten on her knees and listened to her father like the good daughter she usually was, but this time it was different.
This time she wasn't going to be the good obedient little girl. She was sick of acting like she didn't want her own life and she was content with the rules and routine she had to follow every single day.
Even when she clearly wasn't.
"Get to your fucking room and make sure you get your fucking head straight before you talk to me again today. The maidens will call you when breakfast is ready." Her father spoke more cooled down now too, but Delaney knew he was not even close to being calm and collected. If she wasn't his daughter the woman knew for sure he would've killed her by now. She had seen it happen before. Everyone that talked back ended up with a bullet between their eyes and that was a fact when it came down to her dear old dad.
After she rolled her eyes at her raging father, she turned her back to him and walked up the stairs again.
She needed a long hot shower after all this.
She let her clothes drop to the floor as she undressed in front of her big mirror, smiling a bit at her body until she noticed the big bruises on her spine and hips. She vaguely remembered falling down on the hard floor last night, but that had nothing to do with her hips.... The bruises even looked like hand prints. Resting her hands on both sides of her hips, the handprints were twice the size of her hands and she swallowed. Whatever happened, it must have hurt.... Confused, Delaney tried to ignore it for a minute to not freak herself out and she got into her steamy hot shower to start cleaning herself. What if her father was right though? What if someone had touched her against her will....?
No one you didn't give permission to touched you.
The woman's eyes widened, but her body immediately relaxed by the hot voice that whispered into her ear and the hot breath that brushed against her bare shoulder. "Wh.... what?"
I touched you, ma. You wanted that shit. You gave me permission yesterday, remember?
She swallowed and looked behind her, but no one was there. Not a single person. Quickly she rinsed the shampoo still left in her hair out of her hair and turned off the shower. "So.... it worked? Why can't I remember anything from it? What did you do?" She wrapped a towel around her body to cover herself up, but the man wasn't agreeing with it at all and pulled her towel to the floor just as quickly as she had tried to cover her body up for him.
She couldn't see him, but he could definitely see her and he wasn't going to agree with her hiding her gorgeous body he had marked from him.
She was his until her death.
Delaney furrowed her brows and watched the towel on the floor until she felt two strong hands grab her hips that caught her attention, especially since they grabbed her right at the same places of her bruises.
"That hurts...."
"You moaned something else yesterday." The man lifted her chin so she would look into the mirror.
There he finally was.
The tall handsome stranger that had followed and joined her at the gathering yesterday. His dark eyes were glowing with lust as he inhaled her scent and nuzzled her neck, never breaking eye contact with her as he did so. His dreads were all messy and partly covering those sexy eyes and then she noticed his naked body too. God, he looked so fucking good. Muscles perfectly sculpted and a 9 inch thick cock in his possession, perhaps even bigger, she had no idea. What she did know a 100% certain was that that man could probably fuck real good with such a cock.
"Ma, stop the dirty thoughts before I break some rules and I know we both don't want that." He laughed in a sexy way that made her knees grow weak, but she kept herself strong beneath his touch.
"Why's that?" She curiously asked, her hands going down to rest on his on her hips while she bit her lip.
"Because it can kill you and I prefer to enjoy you a bit longer than just one night." He growled in her ear lowly, lifting his hands to run his thumbs over her nipples before he caressed her breasts and gently moulded them too.
"Mmm.... kill me huh? Sex can't kill." She leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"It can kitten, trust me." He trailed one hand down to palm her pussy. "With me it can be deadly."
"But I asked for it yesterday, didn't I?" She moaned softly at the warmth of his hand palm.
"You did and I already gave this dick to you last night." He wanted to move his hands away from her, but she grabbed onto them and gave him a begging glare through the mirror. "Ya wanna know what happened last night, huh?"
"Please." She panted softly, the please not only for what he asked her and he knew it.
"After my little one gave me permission, she angered the group before she could even leave and I had to get her out of there." He growled, his fingers finding her throbbing clit and slowly rubbing it in circles. "Daddy then had to make everyone disappear and make her father and his men believe they found her drunk in the attic which she clearly wasn't."
"Go on, please." She closed her eyes, moaned softly while his fingers danced around on her bundle of pleasure.
"I was the one to bring her home and to her bed." He sped up a bit and slowly pushed a finger into her wet tight pussy. "But before you could go to sleep, daddy had picked you up, ripped your clothes off of you and fucked you against the wall all night long. Your nails digging into my back while my hands squeezed your hips hard enough to keep you steady while I pounded into your spot so hard you were screaming of the pain and pleasure mixing." He pressed against her spot with his finger before he slid another finger in and began massaging her spot gently.
"Fuck, daddy." She bit her lip harder, trying her best to stay quiet.
"That's exactly what you screamed last night." He smirked and pressed a kiss to her neck. "But I wore you out so I won't take any more energy away from you today. It's a wonder you're not sick right now."
"I'm tough when I want something." Her black-painted nails dug into his wrist while she started to shake.
"I know you are~ but daddy won't give you his dick today." He rapidly finger fucked her, his digits working in and out of her as fast and hard as he could. "Now I want you to cum for me, ma."
"Only if you~ fuck~ make me remember the next time we fuck."
"Promised." He hummed in her ear and she finally let go, cumming all over his fingers as she turned weak in his arms.
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ethereal-tempest · 1 year
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Thinking about dumping my Killmonger, Sam Wilson, and T’challa fics on AO3 (complete and incomplete) to celebrate the rest of black history month
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yasminsqueendom · 8 months
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I was digging through an old drive and found 80+ pages of Erik "Killmonger" Stevens fan fiction I wrote shortly after the first movie came out. I wanna share it, but like.....I'm shy.
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theeangeleudaku · 2 years
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🦋 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 🦋
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Welcome to the Kompound Multiverse!
Join five exceptional black women as we write 5 separate love stories between our own original characters & the one and only Erik Killmonger. In this universe, not only does Killmonger live, he goes on to marry 5 women. That’s right, Killmonger is a polygamist. My original character in particular is Angèle Lianne Duplessis and you can read her bio by clicking “HERE.”
For those of you familiar with the original The Kompound universe, The Kompound Multiverse is simply a revamp of the original with new faces and new stories. You need not read the old stories in order to keep up with the new fics.
I hope you enjoy our universe! 💙
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wickedgamesfanfic · 1 year
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Shani
"What makes you think I'm going to be safe here?" I scuffed stepping past him and into his house. 
"Relax. This is just temporary. I gotta make a few calls." He offered closing the door behind him. I watched as he walked over to retrieve an iPad that seemingly controlled the lighting amongst other things. "Besides this is a gated community."
My eyes softly bulged. He couldn't be serious. At this rate we'd both be dead by the end of the week. Niggas like Dani don't care about gates. "Are we talking about the same gates that couldn't keep that bimbo out? Asking for a friend." I rolled my eyes wondering if I had made the right decision by accepting his offer to help me. 
"HaHaHa!" He faked laughed stepping towards me. He snatched the handle of my bag away from my hand and nodded for me to follow him. I giggled to myself knowing I had gotten under his skin. 
"Should we be expecting the lady of the house any time soon?" I asked placing my handbag on the bed of the guest room he had led me to. "Or have hoeing hours been extended." 
"Wowww!" He said causing me to turn towards him in amusement. "I thought we were past this." 
"We are." I offered taking a seat on the bed and crossing my legs. "Almost." I mumbled as he turned away. He quickly turned back toward me.
"What was that?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Oh nothing." I shrugged my shoulders. 
"Listen Lydia is not something you need to worry about. Okay. Let me worry about her." I nodded my head dismissively. Which seemed to be enough for him. I admired his wide shoulders as he headed for the door. He reached the entrance and turned to me again. "Can you fight?" He asked tilting his head. 
"What?"
"What?" He repeated in an almost identical tone. "You know what. Don't worry about it. I got it. I'll figure something else out." He joked pulling the door up behind him. 
"You're not funny!" I yelled behind him. 
"Never said I was!" He yelled back causing me to smile for a moment. Until I realized he had left me alone with my thoughts. 
I shook my head before standing to my feet and grabbing my luggage full of clothes. I rummaged through it aimlessly for a moment. In search of nothing in particular. I came across the one physical photo I had left of my grandmother and took a moment to hold it close to my heart before thanking  her for her guidance. It didn't all make sense right now but I knew she had led me here. And if she saw something in the pretty boy downstairs that could help me then I'd stick around until shown otherwise. 
I pulled out some lounge wear before walking over to my handbag and unzipping it. I rubbed my hand across all the bills that lay just beneath. 
Flash Back
"A book deal." He repeated as if I were speaking some kind of foreign language. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Toni Morrison." He joked before laughing. I rolled my eyes as his loyal band of ignorant followers followed suit. 
"I wouldn't expect any of you guys to understand. Especially seeing as how most of you can barely even fucking read." I grumbled snatching my contract from his hands and storming off to our bedroom. 
I flopped onto the bed barely managing to contain the tears that threatened to fall. 
I hated how he always managed to do this. Why couldn't he just be happy for me for once?
I heard the door open and quickly rose to a sitting position. He slammed the door in anger and I somehow managed to scoot myself up against the head board. "What the fuck was that?" He asked. His words covered in a thick Spanish accent. "Do you think you're funny? Huh?" He gritted climbing onto the bed and making his way over to me. He placed his face directly in front of mine. My breathing became shallow in anticipation. "You're already letting this writing shit get to your head. Aren't you!" He yelled as pieces of spit flew from his mouth and onto my face. "So now you don't wanna talk." He chuckled into his shoulder. "What happened to all that mouth you had just a minute ago? Huh?!" He yelled once more causing me to sink beneath him. 
"Dani I'm ..." I started to apologize before quickly being cut off. 
"Let me guess. You're sorry. Shani I ... " He placed his palm to his forehead as if he were growing even more frustrated. "I'm growing tired of you're apologies." He growled lowering his face into mine. "You begged me to stop hitting you ...  but then you turn around and continue to give me reasons to." His pupils burned holes into mine. "I'm starting to think you actually like the shit. Why else would you continue to try me?" He placed his hand around my neck.
"No!" I yelled just as his grip tightened. I scratched and clawed at his face only to have him quickly move away. The more I fought the harder he squeezed until a certain darkness swept over me. 
Flash Back x2 
I packed my things as my grandmother watched from the door way. 
"Grandma it's going to be okay." I offered as she wiped yet another fallen tear from her eyes. 
"No it's not." She said causing me to stop packing and walk over to her. 
"Dani loves me. Can't you see that?" I asked placing my hands on her shoulders. 
"Girl that boy can only love you as much as you love yourself." She said growing frustrated." If he really loved you he'd support you going off to college to pursue your writing. He wouldn't have guilt tripped you into to staying here with his rotten ass." 
"It's not like that." I shrugged dismissing her words. She was so used to having me up under her that the thought of me loving someone else seemed to scare her. 
"Just promise me this." She said grabbing my shoulders. I allowed my eyes to fall to the floor. "Promise me that no matter what bullshit he pumps into your head that you won't let your dreams die in vein."
"Grandma." I whined.
"Grandma my ass." She huffed. "I've spent my better years looking after you. Attempting to right my wrongs and give you the life I should have given your father." She admitted as her voice cracked. "Break this curse." She begged wrapping her hands around my face. 
"What curse grandma?" I asked shaking my head. 
End of Flash back x2 
I awoke half dressed and dazed. My eyes scanned over the room and I quickly realized Dani wasn't home. I sighed in relief before pulling the covers over my chest. I closed my eyes and tried once again to remember the conversation my grandmother and I had the night I left. 
What was she trying to tell me? What had I missed? What curse? 
I groaned before throwing the sheets away. I sat at the edge of the bed and placed my head into my hands. "What curse?!" I yelled into the air. 
My phone began to ring on the night stand. I stared at it for a moment. Before hesitantly grabbing it as if it were my dead grandmother calling from the other side. "Hello." I said finally answering it. 
"Well it's about time you answered one of these damn numbers I've been calling you from." Imena chimed into the phone catching me off guard. 
"Imena ... Hi." I gushed. Not really sure of how to react. 
"Hey there big time!" She gushed. "I heard you got a book deal." She chimed into the phone almost child like. 
"Yeah ... Wait how did you ..." I started shaking my head. 
"Never mind that silly." She seemed so light hearted and free. A long cry from the girl I had grew up with. "You've got to fly out here. You can stay with me until you get on your feet." 
"Don't be silly." I said dismissively before standing to my feet and heading over to our walk in closest. I rummaged through my clothes as she continued to speak. 
"I'm sooo serious. Girl you got next." She said making me roll my eyes. Maybe Dani was right. Hollywood was just full of Holly-weirdos. 
"I can't afford that." I shrugged pushing through my clothes. "Besides it's just in writing. Doesn't mean anything until it's in dollar bills." I laughed pushing aside all of Dani's clothes that threatened to touch mine. Causing a few wads of hundreds to fall onto the floor just beside me. 
I took them into my hand before realizing that he had went into his safe at some point and neglected to close it. "Generational Curses!" A voice boomed from no where almost knocking me on my ass. I looked around as if caught before realizing it was my own mind playing tricks on me. "What's your address?" I asked surprising even myself. 
End of flash back
"I brought you some clean towels." He said barging into the room and scarring the shit out of me. 
I quickly attempted to close my bag. Only to have him step over to me. "Damn." He said swatting my hand away. "Damn." 
A/N 
I'm posting this as is tonight. Probably a shit load of editing to do as well as explaining but hoewell
Regardless this chapter is very important to the story line. 
Questions/Comments/Concerns
Thanks for reading 
No really 
Thank you
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henneseyhoe · 1 year
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MASTERLIST
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( smut= R , angst= ~ , fluff= +)
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MICHAEL B. JORDAN
Unexpected Expected Guest (R) (Halloween special)
P POWER (R)
Erik takes readers virginity (R)
KILLA HOTLINE | CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO
NEW RULES (~)
Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby (+)
My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)
The Return Of Killjoy (R) (Halloween Special)
YAHYA ABDUL MATEEN II
Interrupted quickie (R+)
“Tell daddy you sorry”(request) (R)
My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)
TREVANTE RHODES
WORKOUT (R)
Country lovin’ | Teaser | intro | Cookin’ Soul | Trial And Error (R)(~)(+)
My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)
SMILE FOR ME, DADDY | BEDROOM BULLY (R)
KOFI SIRIBOE
USE ME (R)
GREG TARZAN DAVIS
Pillow Talk (+)
KEITH POWERS
You deserve it (R)
DAMSON IDRIS
Next lifetime (request) (R)(~)
JOHN BOYEGA
Freaky Girl (R)
Blurb. (R)
Still Mine. (R)
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✮OTHERS✮
JOEY BADA$$
THROW AWAY (R~)
LAMELO BALL
Creepin’ (R)
OCs
I think she like me. (R)
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More coming soon…<3
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pantherclawz · 1 year
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It’s really important to ask a gif maker if you want to use their gif . I see fan fiction all the time not giving credit to my things. Gifs to be credit because they are constantly stolen and not supported in reblogs
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starcrossedxwriter · 8 months
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New Fic Alert: Unbreakable (Erik Killmonger x Black Wakandan OC)
Listen. I have 0 self control lol so here we are with another oneeee. This is a Black Panther AU in which Erik was raised alongside T'Challa in Wakanda after his father died and returned to America at 18. And Nakia has a sister (our OC).
Summary:
Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.
So because these folks are actually fictional lol I have a face claim for our OC for once! But like all my OCs, you should picture yourself if you want.
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This is for my Erik Killmonger girliesssssss! Trying my hand at something new (we'll see how it goes lol) Let me know if you want to be tagged.
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bebx · 1 year
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“How could you like this fictional character? They’re a bad person!” — “How could you ship this fictional character with this other fictional character? That character is disgusting and a bad person while the character you ship them with is a good person and they hate each other in canon” are such funny takes because the whole point is that they’re fictional & you already lost the argument the second you say something like this, because by saying it, you imply that you think real people’s morality should be judged based on how they consume fictional media and in result, you end up implying other people, or you yourself, cannot separate fiction from reality. It’s okay to like a villain, fictional psychopath because you think their character is neat or well written or for whatever reason as long as your brain knows what the difference between fiction and reality is, and as long as you don’t go kill people in real life. I won’t think you’re a bad person just because you like a fictional character who, according to the fandom police, is disgusting.
“That character is dead” — and???? My brother in Christ they were never real to begin with. Joke’s on you if you think a character’s being canonically dead means people will automatically stop liking them when there’re thousands of fanarts, fanfics they can enjoy in which said character is alive and well. Or they can stay dead, the angst is just as delicious.
“This character is disgusting and a bad person” — again, you already lost the second you imply you think a person’s morality can be judged based on whether or not they like a fictional villain who’s “disgusting and messed up”
“These characters canonically hate each other so you can’t ship them” — there’re thousands of well written fics where characters who hate each other go from enemies to lovers, people can enjoy these. Or they can stay enemies, it’s so sexy when they try to unalive each other, actually.
They’re characters I don’t like, and there’re ships that make me uncomfortable, and I’ll admit there were times in the past where I got into arguments with people who have different opinions regarding which characters they hate or stan, or who they ship, etc, but I’ve never harassed people over fictional characters and I’ve learned to no longer engage with things I don’t like/ don’t agree with/ things that make me uncomfortable or are triggering to me, instead of interacting with them. I don’t go out of my way to tell other people how they can or can’t enjoy characters from movies or tv shows.
And since we’re at it, I’m shamelessly promoting characters who, according to the Fandom Police with High Moral Standards, are fvcked up and disgusting. Some of them are dead. You can either hate them or root for them, I don’t really care how you enjoy fictional characters, but here ya go:
Art the Clown from Terrifier franchise
Sweeney Todd from Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Vecna from Stranger Things
Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things
Patrick Bateman from American Psycho
Norman Bates from Psycho and Bates Motel
Hannibal Lecter from NBC Hannibal, The Silence of the Lamb
Loki from Marvel
Hela from Marvel
Namor from Marvel
Thanos from Marvel
Erik Killmonger from Marvel
Joker from DC
Pennywise from IT
Michael Myers from Halloween franchise
Freddy Krueger from A Nightmare on Elm Street
Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise
Morgana Pendragon from BBC Merlin
Michael Langdon from American Horror Story
Tate Langdon from American Horror Story
Ghostface from Scream franchise
Joe Goldberg from Netflix’s YOU
Love Quinn from Netflix’s YOU
Feel free to add your Blorbo to the list, and let people enjoy fandom(s) however they want; how strangers enjoy fiction is not your business.
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Pandora’s Box Masterlist
By: @eye-raq | @nahimjustfeelingit-writes
Summary: Raven was a true “LA girl” millennial going through your typical fuck boy relationship problems until she receives advice that takes her to a place she’s never been before. In turn, she meets the one person that will change her life forever. ⚠️18+ Only
Note: Pandora’s Box was not only the series that introduced me to Epiphany’s work as THEE queen of Erik Killmonger fan fiction (it was also her very first), it’s also one of my favorite series of hers. The master list for the series on her blog is unfortunately filled with broken links, so I tracked all the chapters down so I could reread the series after seeing Wakanda Forever. Then I figured why not share the links so that everybody could as well! I love you, Piff, and it’s such an honor and privilege to know someone as kind, so bright, and so loving!
Without further ado, please enjoy the magic:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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sonofnjobu · 1 year
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Finishing Fics
Trying to get back in the groove of writing and I'm sitting here running my characters through simulations in my head until something works... Forgot how frustrating this is.
But also, I plan on finishing the following fics from 2020:
The Garden - Smut. M'Baku seeks anonymity with a sex worker at the bottom of the mountain as he processes grief and responsibility. (Please notes that the death of M'Baku's mother refers to the fictional character which I wrote in 2020, and has NO relation whatsoever to the very real grief Winston Duke is experiencing with the loss of his mother last month.)
The Experiment - Angst/Violence. The First Purge was considered a success. Erik finds his neighborhood is the testing site for the next round of experiments. Will Erik fall in line with his killer nature, or will his higher purpose have a chance to reveal itself ahead of schedule?
The Walk - Angst. Erik's soul must walk through the afterlife, reckoning with the people he's killed, the people he lost, and the person he used to be.
Have Mercy - Angst/Violence. Mercy Hodges is the ex girlfriend of Erik Killmonger Stevens and the daughter of an international conman/absent father. When she is kidnapped, is Erik in on it? Or is he trying to help her?
Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any of these fics as they are resurrected. And as always, my inbox is open for requests.
[masterlist]
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blessedwithpolls · 1 year
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Just a few more I thought of. Maybe I’ll think of even more, and then I’ll make a part 4 lol:) but hey, remember, no judgement🫵
Part 1 | Part 2
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