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soufcakmistress · 10 months

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Temptress

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

The intricate oil painting hanging on the wall threatened to fall by the incessant pounding of the bed frame. “I wonder what they’re serving at the pub tonight…” Sybil Freeman pondered as this sad soul rutted away between her legs. The Viscount Peters was one of her frequent visitors, and always tipped well. A lackluster lover, but always super sweet. The viscount shuddered and finally expelled into the sheepskin condom, with sighs of much awaited relief. Her corset has her abundant breasts grazing her chin, which have now spilled out from the romp that just ensued.

This is the part that the men come for. “Ooooh, the Viscount is feeling very frisky this evening. I’ll be sure to put those juniper berries in your wine every time we meet, sugar.” The short and dumpy nobleman always moseyed down her street for a bit of loving. Black and white men alike patronized the house—a house of nothing but Black bawds and whores.

London is a long way from colonial Charleston. Sybil Ravenel was one of eleven children to an enslaved couple working the indigo crop on Edisto Island. Keen on her surroundings and fierce about her family, one particular overseer would always harass her. She was very shapely and purposely wore baggier clothes to conceal her body. She’d managed to make it this far without getting whipped or separated from her family. The overseer was tired of Sybil spurning him. Easter Day came and the slaves were able to take the day off for once. While everyone was congregated by the fire, Sybil was caught off guard and gagged and pulled around the tobacco barn. Little did that overseer know that Sybil had been preparing for that day.

She sharpened this stick every day and hid it in the waistline of her skirt. Today, she made good on her intentions and shoved the stick into his neck. “I the last Negro woman you try to push up on. Bastard.” Blood drenched her apron and bonnet, and she wrenched them off and hid them under her skirt. Scrambling to the slave quarters, she gathered up the few clothes she had, tied them up and ran towards the harbor with all of her might in the dead of night.

Sybil understood sex and how easy men were guiled once it entered a dynamic. Men had few motivations and if it didn’t involve money, food or sex, Sybil found they didn’t have much use past that. She wasn’t entirely sure of her age, but she was a woman full grown. She had no education but she had the will to live and extremely limited means to do so. Offering what she had between her legs was how she was able to convince the captain of a nearby merchant ship not to ring the alarm for a fugitive slave on the run. She sucked his pecker so good as a matter of fact, he gave her her own cabin, left to be undisturbed until the ship docked.

The manifest was set for London Harbor, with a large store of indigo posed for shipping to the British Isles. England outlawed slavery years ago and all Sybil can remember being in awe of how Black folks roamed so freely. London was expansive, a different feeling versus Charleston. Attempting to navigate the streets, she bumped into a striking woman, with incredible cheek bones and dwarfed almost every man. “Careful, darling. Yuh ‘ave to actually look where yuh walk in this city. Before yuh get trampled.”

Needless to say, her life was changed from then on out. Bellemere Almodovar. Born in Jamaica, she was purchased by Spanish spice traders in exchange for bushels of saffron. She was so beautiful that she was whisked away from the auction block to accompany a lord in the Spanish court in the Spanish royal seat in Madrid.

Bellemere took Sybil under her wing. Showed her the ropes, how to keep herself safe, how to articulate herself, and recognize what the means to the end was. Fuck the frogs until you find the prince. A marquis or a lord having you for his mistress meant security and stability. A binding contract between the two of you kept the relationship mutually beneficial at all times. You provide the cunny and ego stroking, he provides the lifestyle. It’s plain and simple as that.

Until then, Sybil would stack her money. Her and Bellemere have expanded their stable, with an extremely diverse group of Black women with various treasures to offer. Lola and Liza Ibeji, the Sierra Leonan twin Amazons liked to play with the kinky politicians on Downing street on every bank holiday who liked to be tied up and degraded. Sarah Macenroe was a biracial beauty from Ireland, looking for a new home since her last bawd kicked her out. She was a contortionist, and petite like a nymph who loved to stick her finger up a John’s bum. And Sybil’s best friend Janie Smith from Trinidad, always quick to cuss her in patois. She was plump and shaped like you and that brought you both closer. Janie learned that she did not have a gag reflex, allowing any man to aim his prick down her endless throat with no resistance.

And Sybil. Sybil’s prized possession was between her legs. It was wetter and tighter than anyone around, and was guaranteed to make any man lose his pride before he wanted to. Her blue fingertips were a marvel to gaze upon and added to the fantasy. These English nobles ached for the chance of sleeping with a liberated Negro woman from the colonies. Her life was easy now. Fuck her regulars, and live good. She was free. Free to eat in any cafe of her choosing. Led her girls into any social gathering with their heads high and guaranteed to garner whispers and gasps. Music to her ears.

As of late, Sybil had been bored to tears of the social scene. Janie had just snagged her keeper, and she’d been whisked to the northern countryside for the next month. On this particular occasion, Sybil’s carob skin emitted radiance unknown to this world with the midnight blue gown hugging her body close. Her scalp itched under the powdered wig, and she daintily threw back her 6th drink of the night. Her girls worked the room as always, prowling for the next kill, and yet Sybil couldn’t give a fuck about any of these men.

She grabbed her sachet, picked up the ends of her dress and sashayed to the terrace. Some fresh air was needed. A cigarette she already rolled was pulled out and heavy footsteps lurked behind her. “Is this seat taken?”

A puff of tobacco smoke billowed in front of her cherubic face. A pleasant surprise that a Black man with a familiar accent met her. “Do as you like.”

The strange man quietly observes Sybil’s appearance. Their eyes finally meet and she’s enraptured and forgets to mask her intent. He’s very handsome, with a sterling smile and dashing garments. And an American accent. Interesting. “What’s a southern Belle doing mingling with English society?”

“I could ask the same of you. You’re like a fly in a glass of milk with this crowd. American?”

The gentleman wore his own hair out, a beautiful tangle of curls, and an emerald green suit that was immaculately crafted. His scent was alluring, and made Sybil want to know how deep his pockets went. “Yes. I was formerly enslaved, just like you. My father was African however and fell in love with my mother on a trip to the colonies. He bought us and we went back to his country to live. I grew up and wanted to explore this world. So for the moment, here I am..”

He took her cigarette out of her hand and began to puff on it himself. “And how would you know that I was enslaved? I could have been born free for all you know.”

The gentleman blew out the tobacco smoke, and gently placed her hand in his. The indigo dye. Permanently marking her as a piece of chattel. A former piece of chattel, for that matter. He kissed every fingertip on her left hand, and Sybil gulped. Her eyes became glassy, and she pulled away. She adjusted her dress, and stabilized her towering wig. “I didn’t catch your name, miss.”

Sybil took the cigarette back from him, taking a harsh pull. Why did this man make her feel like this? “Sybil. Sybil Freeman.” She had to get out of there. As seemingly progressive as London purported itself to be, Black men were almost never gentlemen and of the ton. He exuded high levels of breeding and class. His skin was gorgeous and he had piercing eyes that never left her….and roamed all over her body. He was clearly different.

“Good evening, sir.” Sybil gave the stiffest curtsy and zoomed away, flustered and confused. Something told her that that wouldn’t be the last she saw of him..

A/N: I totally forgot that I had most of this written up already LMAO. Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. Pleaseeee reblog and comment, love yall!!!

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apocalypse-shuffle · 10 months

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ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.

There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.

There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.

Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.

And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.

But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.

You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.

All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.

During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.

Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.

He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.

Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.

Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.

The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.

It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.

So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.

You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.

A half a year from then and here you were.

With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.

What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”

So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.

Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.

As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.

You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.

Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.

Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.

Until now that is.

You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.

Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.

You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.

But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.

Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.

You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.

You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.

“You shaking all that for me?”

You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.

He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.

You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.

“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.

You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.

“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”

You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.

“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”

Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”

“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.

“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”

He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.

“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”

Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.

“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.

What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.

“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”

You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.

You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.

You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.

You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.

He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”

You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.

“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”

He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.

“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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tom-whore-dleston · 24 days

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jordan turns 25

hey siri, play my birthday playlist...

hello and welcome to my online 25th birthday party!! I hope you all got your dancing shoes on bc we're gonna party like it's 1999 iykyk xD we all know how much I love to party, but even the life of the party has to lay down some rules. Please click the keep reading button for more party information:

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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Updated 1/2/24

Black Panther fanfiction featuring Black OCs for the 18+ crowd. [Minors DNI]

Officially on hiatus until Spring 2024. I’ve been working on a lot of my original stories, and can’t do both at this time.

Also on AO3!

Here's my other Tumblr where I'll be keeping y'all updated on my original, non-fanfic works. I'm in the process of self-publishing an erotic novella at the moment. Stay tuned for updates!

All works are mine and may not be reposted anywhere. However, I live for feedback, so I ask that you leave comments on and reblog my stories as you read them.

Fanfics below the cut. Enjoy 😘

📚= complete series

📖= series in progress

📓=oneshot

🚧= coming soon

Characters listed in alphabetic order:

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens, A.K.A. Prince N'Jadaka

All For Us 📚

Erik Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Erik x Samira (OC)

angst

The Temple 📚

Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.

N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)

smut

Black Lace 📓

Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.

Erik x Quinn (OC)

smut

Baby Body📓

New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.

Erik x Destiny (OC)

fluff, smut

Don’t Forget About Us 📓

Erik and his ex get that old thang back.

Erik x Kayla (OC)

smut

The Wedding Guest 📓

A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.

Erik x Stevie (OC)

smut

Teamwork 📓

Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.

Erik x Raven (OC)

smut

M'Baku

Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

M’Baku x Amita (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

M’Baku’s Love 📚

Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.

M’Baku x Monae (OC)

fluff, smut

Used ��

M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.

M’Baku x Akila (OC)

smut

Tea and Tattoos 📓

M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.

M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)

smut

Ready📓

M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.

M’Baku x Rada (OC)

smut

Girl of His Dreams📓

M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.

M’Baku x Akeza (OC)

smut

Her Throne📓

A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.

M’Baku x Zora (OC)

smut

Ramonda

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 📖

Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.

Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)

fluff, smut

Shuri

Queen Shuri📓

Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.

angst

T'Challa

Troubled Waters 📚

When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.

T’Challa x Nia (OC)

angst, smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

smut, fluff

Playlist 📚

On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.

T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Swimming in Denial 📚

Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?

T’Challa x Kali (OC)

fluff, smut, angst

Polaroids📓

Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.

T’Challa x Tasha (OC)

fluff, smut

Potential Breakup Fic 📓

T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.

T’Challa x Kiana (OC)

angst

Thunderstorm📓

The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.

T’Challa x Ororo

smut

Homecoming📓

When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.

T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)

smut

Instinct📓

The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.

T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)

smut

Crossroads Blues📓

A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.

T’Challa x Monica Lynne

angst, fluff, smut

Thank you for reading and reblogging 💕

Masterlist graphic by @griot-of-wakanda.

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babygorewhore · 5 months

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“And all this death, just so I can kill you.”

Erik Steven’s. Aka Killmonger moodboard. One of my favorite onscreen marvel movie villains! And Michael b Jordan is a little kind on the eyes too 😏

#my moodboard #erik killmonger #Erik killmonger moodboard #marvel moodboard #black panther moodboard

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supersizemeplz · 1 year

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Don’t Mute Me

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic based on the photo below. Excuse any typos and I hope you enjoy! ❤️

The mass of crossed conversations filled the air between the people that weaved in and out of the stores filling the mall. A light chill was in the air of the current shop that the gleeful woman occupied. Moniece grinned as she accepted the receipt from the cashier of the boutique before wishing them a quick and calm shift. Her booted heels aided her in her quick steps as she exited the door and back into the crowd. She was thankful that she went with the shorter heeled booties instead of the heels she first looked at this morning.

Vibrations in her pocket caught her attention and she balanced the bags in her hand to answer the call. "Good morning, Stevensss." She sang out as she adjusted her airpod in her ear, smiling at the screen as he adjusted his phone. "Don't you look handsome in your turtleneck."

He adjusted the dark fabric around his neck, chuckling. The gold watch on his wrist caught the sunlight as well as the chain around his neck. "Thank you, thank you. I only wore it because I know you like it when I do." She does.

"I'm glad you know. Professionalism fits you well, Mr. Stevens. I love a versatile man." She took a moment to look away from the screen. Her eyes searched for her favorite wing spot. Just Wing It. Erik showed her the place a few months prior and she found herself having to get something from there every time she visited the food court. "How did the presentation go at the office?"

She watched as he focused on turning before he glanced at her again. "It went really, baby. You know how persuasive your man can be." He sent her a wink as he spoke. "And we'll be starting their new development a little after the spring. We just have a few revisions to get approved and then we wait."

"That's amazing, E! I told you that everything would go smoothly." She beamed with genuine excitement. "Now you can relax a little. Maybe we can try out that new restaurant that you've been wanting to try. It's been a minute since our schedules have allowed us to have a date night. With her shopping bags in her left hand, she walked up to the counter and gifted the older woman at the register a soft smile. "Hold on real quick, babe." She spoke to Erik before she muted the microphone. He replied to her a relaxed, "Aight, baby".

"Hey, sweetie. What can I get for you?" The woman greeted, tapping the screen as she awaited her order. Moniece looked up to the menu as if she didn't already know what she was going to order. Today, she hadn't had breakfast so she could go for a little extra in her meal. Her phone vibrated in her hand with a notification that Erik sent her enough money to cover her meal. And possibly go back and get those shoes to match the bag she just bought.

She ordered her usual with a little extra on the side, handing over her card with a smile before she accepted her large lemonade. "You made it a large, huh? Extra wet and double fries?" He suddenly spoke, making her eyes snap to down to look at him on the screen. He gave her a big, dimpled smile that was contagious. She didn't speak up at first and he chuckled at her silence. "Don't put me on mute, girl. I don't care that you ordered a little extra. I eat more than that all the time."

"I didn't order a large, if you must know.." She spoke with a faux attitude, rolling her eyes playfully. "I supersized it and added lemon pepper sprinkles." A smile spread across her lips as he laughed. He was so goofy. "I can't stand you. And I can pay for my own food, sir."

He turned off the engine of his car, finally picking up his phone to admire her closer. "Now you know I take care of my baby and I don't wanna hear your pretty ass getting on to me for it.. And I just know you smell as good as you look." He was right. The soft groan he let out was enough for you to know that he could envision your scent from memory. "Warm and sweet, just lik-"

"Alright, sir. Don't get yourself worked up before you are in those folks faces." She couldn't help her giggle that escaped. He found that so cute about her.

"You wouldn't help your man out?" The sounds of the door opening and his keys jingling as he got out took over. Two beeps indicated his car locking as he made his way back to the office. "I could be a little late coming back."

"Baby, help you do what? All I can do is pray for you." He smacked his lips at that response, trying to hide his smile. She laughed at him pursing his lips. Her ticket number was called and she thanked the cashier as she accepted the bag of food. "I'm sorry, babe. It was the perfect set up."

"You always have a tik tok reference for everything." He smirked, shaking his head as he gave a passing wave to one of his coworkers. "But I'm about to walk back in so I'll see your fine ass at home. Maybe you can try on all your new outfits and model them for me?"

"Of course, baby. Me and my outfits will be waiting for you when you get home. I might even make your favorite meal tonight." She sent him a wink of her own and he grinned.

"You keep winking at me and that ain't the only thing I'll be eating." The laugh she let out at that made him chuckle.

"Bye, Stevens. Because you are acting up right now." She started the car before resting back against the driver's seat. He licked his lips before nodding.

"Alright, baby. Getting home to you will be what gets me through the day." She smiled at his words. "Now gimme kisses so I can go make us some more money."

#black woman #oneshot #black panther #black reader #erik stevens #erik x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #supersizedfic

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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clearlydiamondz · 2 years

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Mr. and Mrs. Coleman

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

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Erik and (Y/N) are assassins for opposite quarters. The two are paired together to kill each other, but love and lust has snuck it’s way into the two relationship.

Warning: Fighting, strong language, SMUT

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Nicole and Dereck Coleman were the new couple on the block. All of the surrounding neighbors enjoyed their presence. Even though they only known each other for over a year, they decided to get married and move in with each other. Some might say that they were moving too fast, but there is no such thing as moving fast if you aren’t in love. Oh so they thought.

The big hand hit 6 on the analog clock that hang over the arch way of the kitchen. She took the glazed ham out of the over, placing it on the stove as she took off her red mittens. She sighed looking at the watch on her wrist. He should've been here an hour ago. Paranoia ran through out her body, making sure she had a gun in close distance of her person.

This mission was one of her longest missions she has ever taken. It was pitiful really. She was suppose to get information on him about a year and a half ago. She knew that this particular mission was going to be one of her hardest. He was good and could be a great manipulator. Everyone either feared him or was obsessed. But there was just something about him that she couldn't just shake off. Maybe it was the way he could silence a room just by his presence. Or even just the way he looked at her like she was on the only girl in the world. And God knows how handsome he made this man. She could just stare at him all day and be content. She couldn't bring herself to kill him.

Yes, after the information was received he was supposed to be killed. She already received it, but she didn't turn it in or killed him. It was like everyday that passed it was harder for her to complete it. How could she?

But today was going to be the day. She was going to finally kill Erik. She just didn't know how or when. But she was going to do it one way or another.

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Erik sat in front of the grocery store, listening to the rain hit the roof of the car. He looked at the pistol that he had in his lap. His jaw clenched in frustration that he couldn't manage to do it. He has never had an issue with getting a mission done. There was just something about her that he couldn’t get out of his head to let him finish.

It could be how confident she was, it was in her voice and the way she walked. How gorgeous she was, even when she thought it was her worse he swore she gets more gorgeous by the day. Maybe how smart she was. She was always reading some new article about what was happening in the science community, standing on the porch with her telescope looking at the different planets and constellations.

The mission was simple. Get information, and kill her. Be her husband for a certain amount of time then kill her. Everyone at the quarters told him that it was gonna be one of the hardest missions of his life, due to the fact that she was one of the best. She was known in every district around the world.

He heard his phone ringing, grabbing it from the cup holder he saw it was her name. He answered it and put his airpods in. “Hi Gorgeous, what’s up?” he asked her.

“Nothing much. I just finished cook and was wondering when you were coming home. I was a little worried.” she said to him. He smiled, knowing that their was a bit of truth in it. But not that truth. Maybe it was, he could old hope.

“I’m on my way now, they needed me to stay in for an extra moment and I got caught up in the rain.” he reassured her.

“Oh, I was worried. Don’t be on the phone though. Ion need you to get hurt.” she said as he chuckled.

“Okay mother.”

“Boy bye. Love you.”

“Love you too.” the phone hang up as he looked at the screen go black.

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She placed her gun under the seat next to where he usually sat then walked to the sink. (Y/N) starred at him through the kitchen window, wondering what he was going to do. It was complete paranoia with these two. Always wondering if they other was going out. She heard the front door open. “Nicole!” he heard her ‘name’ being yelled. “Dereck is that you?” she yelled from the kitchen. He walked in smelling the nice smelling dinner.

“Smells good.” he came behind her kissing her shoulder as she smiled. She hated that she enjoyed any type of contact with him.

“I made your favorite.” he looked over the pot to see that it was gumbo. He smiled. To be a skilled assassin, this woman sure knew how to throw down in the kitchen.

“You go get yourself situated and I’ll make you a plate.” she kissed his cheek. His cheek heated up.

“Fuck.” he said to himself.

“You said something baby?” (Y/N) asked him.

“Nope.”

The two of them sat in the dining room eating as no one said a word. The only sounds being heard was the sounds of their spoons and forks hitting the glass bowls. The both of them kept sneaking glances of the other one in hopes that the other one spoke. But it was just quiet.

The two of them were finished. (Y/N) stood up, about to grab his plate but her grabbed her arm. Immediately she was alerted. “What’s wrong my love?” she said. He chuckled. He loved when she called him that.

“I know who you are... (Y/N).”

It took her three seconds to process what he said, but only a split one to pull her gun with a silencer from her side dropping the glass on the floor. He was quicker though, grabbing his gun placing it between her eyes. He smirked.

“Finally, I wonder what is taking you so long to kill me.”

“I guess we are both on the same page.” she told him. He furrowed his eyebrows together before she said, “You can’t kill me.” she said. “You don’t want to.” he took the safety off.

“You must not know me.” he said his tone now deadly. “I’ll leave your ass for-”

“I guess I don’t know you. The stories I hear about Killmonger is more ruthless.” she smirked at him. She was trying to get under his skin. Bruise his ego just a little bit.

“I will kill you.” he snapped. There was silence. She started to whistle looking everywhere but his eyes.

“If you can’t I’ll do it.” she trailed off.

“(Y/N) shut the fuck-: She brought her hand up moving it out of her face. She grabbed it, but he had grabbed her by the throat, slamming her on the table as she gasped. His grip became tighter as she grabbed his wrist. She left her legs, draping them over his shoulders.

She turned her weight as he fell onto the floor, wincing from the glass she dropped earlier. She caught herself before placing her foot on his neck and pointing the gun at him. “I’m going to kill you now so-” she yelled out in pain wen a piece of glass was shoved into her calve.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed falling onto the floor. He got on top of her, pulling the gun out of her grip, pointing it at her. She saw her gun under the chair. She grabbed it shooting him in his side, trying not to fatally shoot him. He yelled in agony, grabbing the gun from her throwing it so she couldn’t get to it. The both of them went for each other throat, chocking each other out. Considering she was smaller, her air flow was low. She became dizzy so she leaned up a bit him in arm and wouldn’t let go till he did.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. She gasped as she was finally able to breath. “Did you just fucking bite me!?”

“You were choking me! What else was I suppose to do?”

“You’re a trained assassin. Probably one of the best and you’re go to move is to fucking bit me!?” he exclaimed she rolled her eyes sitting up.

“In all honesty, there really is no rules for fighting.”

“I know for a fact that’s not how you fight.” he said. “Biting and shit, and you don’t want to kill me either.” She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t argue about that. Even if she lied, he’d know.

She sat up looking at the puddle of blood that they were in. It was a mixture of both of their blood but more his than hers.

“We should probably clean ourselves.”

After bandaging herself, she was helping Erik stitch up his wonders. He sat shirtless, on the bathroom counter. “What gave it away that I was trying to kill you?” he asked her. She looked at him.

“When you were eager to move in with me after only knowing me for three months.” she said wrapping the bandage around a few more times. He took a sip from the Jack Daniels bottle before looking at her.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked her. She chuckled looking at him.

“Who said I wasn’t?” she walked out the bathroom with a limp. He followed her.

“Excuse- wait. So are you really considering killing me? Are you fuck-”

“It’s either you or me. And it’s not going to be me.” she told him.

Now it was his turn to get underneath her skin. He smirked, “You’re afraid aren’t you.” she stopped in her tracks, turning around quickly.

“Scared? Scared of who?” she asked him as he chuckled. “It’s okay (Y/N). But if you even try to step at me I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Hesitate to kill me again. Admit it, you wanna kill me but you’re. a. bitch.: she said stabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger making him scoff.

“I ain’t no bitch. If you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t have helped me.”

“And how do you know I wasn’t trying to kill when I shot you?” she asked him.

“Once you grabbed the gun you could’ve shot me anywhere. You chose my side because it was the most safe and convenient.” he said. She didn’t say nothing. “So who’s the-: she squeezed his side, as he yelled out in pain.

“I suggest you shut up now.”

Erik was officially done with her shit. He grabbed her by the neck, pushing her into the wall as she groaned.

“Admit it. You’re either scared, you really do want me or it’s both.” he said smirking at her.

“This was the worst time to be getting turned on. He noticed the shift in her attitude. They've never had sex, but they have fooled around with each other. Enough for him to pick up signs when she’s turned on. He wasn’t sure if this was a play for her to catch him off guard, but then he realized if she truly wanted him dead he would have been dead.

He kissed her as she him back. He let go, lifting her up the wall by her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. The two of them kissed with so much dominance, neither of them was letting up. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her more into the wall. She bit his lip pulling away as she slowly opened her eyes. He walked her to their bed, throwing her on it.

She sat up taking off her silk tank top, throwing it across the room showing him her bare chest as he licked his lips at her. She grabbed the waistline of his bottoms, pulling him closer as he grabbed her face.

“Yeah, I’ma fix your ass.” he whispered to her. He pushed her onto the bed, grabbing her matching shorts ripping them off of her body. She laid naked, anticipating his next move. He placed kisses in her inner thigh, every few seconds biting it softly.

A soft moaned escaped her lips, as her hands found his way to the top of his head. “You want something from me?” he asked her looking her dead in the eye.

“Yeah and you know exactly what it is, so stop fuck-” he bit her again as she gasped at the pain then moaned. Erik could damn near smell her arousal. He looked down at it, seeing her wetness on her lips. Some of it smeared on her inner thighs. With his index and middle fingers, he separated her lips watching her get wetter. She sat up on her elbows, biting her lip at the sensation.

“First thing first, watch your fuckin mouth or you ain’t getting nothing.” he told her. She stayed silent, her eyes clouded with lust. He smirked at her. “So that’s what I gotta do to your fine ass. Don’t come unless I say.” Before she could say okay, his tongue laid flat on her clit then took a long lick tasting her sweetness. She gasped looking down at him.

“So wet and sweet.” he whispered to himself. His thumb went into her entrance as she looked at him desperately. He pulled it out, his thumb so wet that it dripped down his palm. “Pussy so tight. If I know this is what you had sitting between ya legs I would’ve been fucked you.” he said. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it like it was his own personal pacifier.

“Oooh fuck!” she moaned closing her eyes and biting her lips.

“Open your fucking eyes.” he told her. Slowly she opened it to see him staring up at her, a dangerous but a sexiest look. His tongue trailed down to her entrance, her bucking her hips to allow her to fuck his tongue.

“Yes, letting me fuck your tongue? Nasty ass nigga.” she groaned. Her wetness dripped down between her ass cheeks.

“Use my mouth bitch.”

That’s all he had to say. She grabbed the back of his head, whining her hips against his tongue. His nose rubbed against her clit, causing a friction against it.

“Mmm baby.” With her other hand she played with her nipples, Erik reaching up playing with the other one. Her eye started to twitch, thinking she was about to cum, he pulled away using her ring and middle finger he placed them inside of her making a come here motion with his fingers.

“Right there! Fuck don’t s-stop.” her head threw back as he smirked at her.

“You better not cum. What the fuck did I tell you?” he asked, bringing his tongue to lick her clit.

“I wanna cum all over your tongue. I’m so fucking close.” she begged him. Oh he liked this. All his actions stopped. He sat up as she looked at him in shock. His fingers stayed still and her clit throbbed. He could physically see it, wanting more than to just put it back.

“What the fuck?” she asked him.

“Beg me.” was all he said before she bit her lip.

“Please daddy. Can I cum please? I just wanna cum on your tongue.” she said as he shook his head.

“You must not want it that bad. That ain’t shit.” he said to her, about to take his fingers out but she grabbed his wrist making him stare at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me..” she whispered. That peaked his interest.

“Oh yeah..” his finger slowly started to thrust into her as she moaned.

“Yess daddy. Whatever you want.” she moaned. Before he could say anything, her mount opened but nothing came out. She came all over his lips.

“Shit!” she moaned out. She tried pushing him away but he wouldn’t let up.

“Fuck you taste so good.” he moaned continuing to eat her. She attempted to push him away, her clit being sensitive just by the tip of his nose, but he pulled away slapping her clit.

“Move your fucking hand. I wanna eat it.” he said, continuing to eat her.

“Erik!” she gasped bucking her hips. He finally pulled away, lips and beard wet with wetness, him looking happy and content. She sat up grabbing his jaw before licking her juices from his lips before kissing him again. Her tongue rolled against his, tasting herself as she moaned. He pulled away to look at her.

“You know what you asking for girl. I do whatever I wanna do, you gonna be in some trouble.” he told her tracing her lip with his thumb. She leaned down, rubbing his dick through his basketball shorts.

“I know that you know that I love trouble, Erik.” she whispered, grabbing it tighter. His jaw clenched as she smirked from his reaction

The way she said his name and they was she was looking at him should be a sin.

She looked down, pulling the waist band down for his dick to spring out, moving up and down from being freed. She looked at his dick licking her lips.

She wasn’t surprised at the size of it because she happen to see it sometimes if he was in the shower or sometimes through his basketball shorts or sweatpants. But she was more surprised by how beautiful it looked.

“Damn... all this dick just for me?” she asked him, stroking him a bit. His tongue licked his bottom lip staring at her were low doughy eyes. Her other hand trailed behind the back of his neck before she smashed her lips into his.

The two kissed passionately as she stroked him off harder. “Fuck you’re too fucking sexy.” he said pulling away. “Gone head and get on your knees.” he stepped back to give her some room and to kick of his shorts that were on his mid thigh.

She stood up, getting off the bed before she got on her knees with her knees spread apart. “You have such a beautiful dick Erik.” she said playing with her nipple, and holding him at the base.

“Yeah? You gonna make this dick cum, huh?”

She kissed the tip, looking him straight in the eye daring not to break contact. She wrapped her lips around the sip suck it and twirling her tongue around it. Erik winced at the sensitivity, loving and hating the feeling. ‘

“Daddy tryna feed you the dick mamas, don’t play with it.” he told her after a minute. She finally decided to take him all the way down in a slow motion to throw him off. His dick hit the back of her throat each time as he moaned loudly.

“Fuck.. like that? You don’t even have to warn up for this dick.” he whispered astonished. She added her hand, moving it in a twisting motion and twisting her head. Her speed got faster, as her saliva dripped down her chin and down her bare chest.

His eyes was closed and his face was towards the ceiling. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing her faster but she kept up not even gagging. All through out the room you can only hear the gawk sound from her slurping.

He pulled away before bending down, grabbing her jaw and kissing him. The head was so good, he had to kiss her midway though.

The kiss was nice and sloppy, her clit damn near throbbing. His tongue swirling around hers not caring about the saliva around her mouth. She moaned in the kiss, as he pulled away looking at her rub her clit. She looked at him. “Did I say you could fuck yourself?” he asked her.

“No daddy, but my pussy is just so wet.” she said. “See?” she took her fingers out, her middle finger and index finger covered in her juices. She took her index finger and tasted her self. Before she could do the same, he grabbed her hand so that he could suck her finger.

She bit her lip looking at him and when he was finished, she grabbed his face kissing him again.He pulled away before saying, “Close your legs and put your hands in your lap. All I want is your neck and your mouth bitch.” he said.

She closed her legs, her thighs rubbing together for friction. She placed her hands on her thick thighs, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. He entered her, holding her in place as he used her mouth.

Tears rolled down her face as she had the back of her throat attacked. She never knew she would want to be used like this but she loved it. He pushed her head against the bed, before shoving his dick all the way down her throat, her not making a noise.

“Fuck.. you gonna make me c-cum down your throat.” he moaned out, thrusting his hips. She moaned, sending the vibrations through her suck. And just like that he emptied himself all in her mouth. When he pulled out, his dick was covered in cum and saliva as it trailed down her chest.

Erik looked down at her, smiling at the way she looked. He was used to her looking clean and precise even when she went to sleep wearing expensive PJ’s, eye masks, specialized bonnets. Not a hair out of place.

Right now, she looked properly used. Her hair was a mess, her eyes watered making her mascara run down her face, and her lips were nice and swollen from sucking his dick.

“You look gorgeous all ways but right now you look so beautiful, baby girl.” he said. “I can’t kill you now, head too good to kill you.” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. He picked her up, putting her on the bed as she scooted back to the middle. He climbed on top, settling between her legs. He grabbed his dick slapping it against her clit.

Her eyes locked with his as he placed his tip at the entrace slowly entering. He saw her reaction as he slipped in, her gasping at the feeling of him stretching her. “Fuck, she’s just eating this dick up ain’t she?” Erik said, leaning down and moving slowly. She moaned, closing her eyes. Erik placed his arms on the tip of her head while the other one held himself up.

“Open your eyes. I wanna see how good I’m fucking you.” he said. She slowly opened her eyes, as her jaw dropped. It was like his dick was getting bigger inside her and messaging her walls at the same time. His whole dick was wet with her juices. She was speechless.

“Goddamn this pussy so fucking good. This what you been hiding from me huh? Keeping this good pussy away from me.” he asked her in an aggressive tone making her clench him.

“Take your pussy daddy. This your pussy baby.” she said, looking him in the face. He smiled. Genuinely smiled. He knew at that moment, she was dick whipped. Hell he was pussy whipped even before he got in her shit.

“I know.” he kissed up her jaw as his pace started to get faster. “Ooh fuck. My pussy so wet for you.” she whimpered. He pulled out, standing up on the side of the bed. He grabbed her ankles pulling her to the edge and entering her again. He wrapped his hands around her neck, as he fucked her.

“Shit! Erik...” she moaned rubbing her clit.

“Such a good girl letting me do whatever I want to you. Your my slut ain’t you?” he asked her as she nodded. His hands tightened. “Speak.”

“Yes daddy. I’m your slut.” she said through her breaths. He leaned down kissing her, her rubbing harder as her toes curled in the air. “Daddy, I’m going to cum.” she said. She rubbed her clit faster as she squirted all over her torso.

“Yeahhh that’s it. Squirt on my dick you slutty bitch.” he pulled out, moving her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her clit placing his two fingers, fucking her just like that.

Her eyes clenched, and her mouth opened, she squirted in his mouth, him drinking it all. “Fuck you nasty ass nigga!” she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably. He stood up, picking her up as she wrapped his arms around his neck. He pushed them against the wall, lightning himself up with her again before slamming into her.

“Fuck!” They said in unison.

“I love this pussy. I’m taking this whenever I want you understand.”

“Please daddy...” she whispered with her head in the crook of his neck. Everything about this man et her whole body on fire. He was making her body do things that she didn’t know was possible. “I love this big ass dick. It makes my pussy feel so good.” she whimpered.

“Oh really?”

“And it looks so good going in and out of me. That’s my dick.” The feeling of this position and her dirty talk was getting him close.

After a couple more thrusts, he pulled out, the cum dripping down to the floor as he moaned. His dick was still hard. He took her to the bed, pushing her onto bed, he turned around so that she was on her stomach.

“Arch your fucking back. I ain’t done with your ass yet.” he warned her. She followed his instructions as he slapped her ass.

“Fuck. Shit so beautiful.” he whispered lining himself up behind her. He pushed all the way in as she dug her nails into the blanket.

“Mmm Erik. Fuck me just like that.” she met his slow thrusts as he messaged both of her ass cheeks. His pace went fastened, her ass clapping back at him.

“Damn girl, wet ass pussy.” he whispered. He went faster and harder, her feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her moans were so loud, he fell in love with the sound.

He stood still, smacking her ass again. “Gone head and fuck this dick all by yourself. I know you can.”

Without a second though, she started to throw her ass back on him. All he could do was look at his dick covered in her cream and the way her ass bounced back on him.

He reached over, grabbing her neck pulling up, her back touching his check. One of his wrapped around the neck as the other one trailed in the front of her.He messaged her boobs as he continued to fuck her.

“Tell daddy you’re sorry for shooting him. Go head.” he whispered to her. She could barely get a word out. His hands went further down before they were at her clit rubbing it as she moaned.

“D-Daddy I’m sorry. F-Fuck!” she yelled, as she squirted once again. He held her in place, fucking her through her orgasm.

“You still wanna kill me? I should take this dick away for saying some dumb ass shit like that.” he grunted tightening her hands around him.

“Please no. I don’t wanna kill you. I want that dick.” she begged him as he smirked.

“I know you do bitch. I been knew that. Can I cum in that pussy?” he asked her as she nodded. He moved his hand to slap her on the ass with this hand he was rubbing her clit with. “What did I say? You answer me when I’m talking to you.” he slowed down to tease her as she moaned.

“Yes baby, cum all in it please.” she whispered. Erik kissed her, as her head was bent all the way back for him to kiss.

“I’m cumming..” he whispered as she gasped as he went faster.

“I’m cumming again!” she yelled, cumming all over again.

“F-uck...” he moaned out, his cum filling her up. He let her go as she fell onto the bed in a backshot position. She gave him a view of her pussy filled with his cum as he licked his lip.

“I got something for your ass.”

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There was a knock on the door, Erik opening it up to see two police officers standing in front of him. An a man with a younger female. “Can I help you?” Erik asked confused.

“Hello, we have had some noise complaints. Something about fighting.” The man said as Erik chuckled.

“Oh no sir. No fighting.” Erik told him. The female officer didn’t believe him saying,

“So how did you get those bruises on your neck?” Right on cue, (Y/N) came from around the corner.

“Everything alright- oh no. What happened?” she said. The police officers looked at her to see her neck and thighs looked exactly like his.

“We were checking up, neighbors heard what sounded like fighting.”

“Oh.. um we weren’t fighting.” (Y/N) said as the police officer cleared her throat.

“Well we see the bruises mam.” she said as (Y/N) pretended to blush.

“Oh well see, my husband and I can get a little... aggressive when we have relations with each other. If you know what I mean.” she said as the man cleared his throat and the officer blushed.

“O-Oh. Well be more quieter guys. Sorry to bother you.” They dismissed themselves as Erik shut the door. Erik turned to look at her before laughing.

“It’s not funny Erik.”

“It kinda is.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Dark Magik, Part III

Lani, a teenage witch trapped in the spirit world, must escape and stop her powerful warlock of an ancestor (Erik Stevens) from wreaking havoc.

Part 2

Tags: Non-con & Light Smut

Having left the home of his descendants, Erik happened upon a black couple laughing together as they exited a black corvette that was nothing he'd ever seen. It was sleek, curvy, and low to the ground like something a Sci-Fi book would conjure. Was it fast? It looked fast.

"Nice wheels. What year is it," he asked, unsure of the modern lingo, but ever dapper.

"Oh, it's a 2020. We got it right in the middle of covid." The guy was eager to talk cars with Erik, but Erik didn't have the time.

"Damn. The 2020s, huh?" He'd been dead since 1963, born at the end of the 1920s. "I see a lot's changed."

He could also see it in their clothing. They were styled in a way that dated him. He looked to be from a different era, which meant he needed a new look, but not until he got out to see more of the town. This wasn't New Orleans where his roots were. It couldn't have been. It didn't look or smell the same. The family had migrated, likely to escape the voodoo culture he was a fixture in.

"What state am I in," he asked the male of the couple.

"You seem like you might be kinda lit, I don't know," he responded, trying to determine if Erik was under the influence.

"The state. Where am I?"

"Oh, Brooklyn."

"New York," his partner corrected.

It was a long way to go. Erik wasn't shocked, just a little disappointed, but the emotion was short-lived.

"Hand me your keys," he reached, receiving them in his hand. All it took was the power of suggestion to enchant the owners. After all, his iwa lived for the trickery. They loved a good finesse. "I'm in need of some adult entertainment, some liquor, and a nice cigar. Any worthwhile suggestions?"

"Idk, but Times Square is the top tourist spot," said the man. "You'll find something."

"Sapphic," the woman interjected. "It's a strip club.. little on the bougie side."

"Interesting.. You folks enjoy your night," Erik dismissed, starting the car. He took a moment to examine the corvette interior, familiarizing himself with the controls before driving off.

Everything was so different. New technology, integration, and the futuristic cityscape had him wandering, taking it all in. There were crowds of people in mixed company, and so much to see that made him hungry to sin. He had vices to feed.

Sapphic was lit clearly for him as if it were ordained for him to be there. On entry, he could only describe it as alluring. There was everything he'd asked for and more, and all it took to obtain whatever he wanted was a simple suggestion. That was the strength of his magic. Anything he wanted was always at his fingertips.

Erik glanced around the club, making eye contact with a deep skinned half-naked dancer on stage with huge breasts covered in glittering stones like a showgirl. He sat an a table next to the stage, ordering a Hurricane from the cocktail waitress.

"I love that zoot suit," she stalled by his table even after taking his order. "The 20s to 40s are my favorite era."

Erik smirked, recognizing game.

"This is my era. I'll take the 2020s any day, but anything you wanna know about back in the day, you just ask your Uncle Erik."

She couldn't have been more than 21, but Erik didn't mind at all. Like he didn't mind that the dancer was on stage with her routine, he used his subtle power of persuasion to disrupt her show and lure her from the stage and onto his lap, planting his hands on her breasts to squeeze. They were grade A plump and soft in his grasp.

"No touching the strippers," security threatened to no avail. Erik always knew what he wanted and never stopped until he got it.

The cocktail waitress brought his drink, standing there in surprise as he drained the glass like it was water and he'd been in a drought. "Another one," he handed the glass back. From the outside, he was building the start of a small harem. He was an attractive guy with a mysterious and confident air. He was a threat to the male ego.

He continued to grope the dancer, reaching into her panties for a feel. There were no more warnings. Security pulled them apart, which pissed Erik off. A 200-something lb Mexican man with pitbull attitude telling him to leave the club didn't scare him. He grabbed for his preference once more, and when Security intervened, Erik hit him in the face, starting a brawl. Erik couldn't be pinned down. He found space to down another Hurricane like an energy drink between hits.

"Been a minute since I beat somebody's ass," Erik grunted, lifting the 200+ lb man over his head and throwing him over the bar, smashing the back mirror. "This is fun."

Security hadn't only blacked out.. He was dead.

"Move on," Erik instructed his audience, basking in his win. "You," he pointed to the cocktail waitress. "Keep the Hurricanes coming."

"You," he pointed the the DJ, "Gimme something with some drums, some bass."

"You," he pointed, walking back to his pick of strippers. "Give me the godliest head that I deserve and then fuck me until your entire body goes numb."

"I'm just a dancer," she said quickly, hands up in defense, "And I'm married."

That didn't mean a damn thing to Erik. "Is he here?" He closed in on her, taking her hand to lead her back to his lap, but she was hesitant.

"Yes, actually, he's a cook here."

"Oh yeah? I don't believe you," Erik teased. "Go get him."

He watched her, amused as she looked back at him, rushing off into the kitchen like she'd make a break for it. She came back with a white man who smelled like meat. Erik wrinkled his nose.

"He don't count. You got another husband back there or is this it?"

"What's this about," the husband asked, defensive in front of his woman.

"Hurricane," the cocktail waitress appeared.

"Thank ya, sweetheart," Erik took a large gulp, setting down the glass and looking back to ol'man. "Well, you sure know to pick'em. You bagged a pretty lil thing," Erik sized him up. "I asked your wife to give me the godliest head followed by sex to rival my ex-wife. She had a realllll wet pussy. I'm tryna see if your wife can compare. She felt like I needed to ask you.

As expected, the man was willing to fight for his wife's honor even knowing he'd lose. Erik didn't beat him, he merely sat him down at a table near the stage.

"Come here lil thang," he gestured for the dancer, using his power. She sat on his lap in a neighboring seat. "Tell me, what's ya name man?"

"Vince," he blurted with no control.

"Vince... What does your wife do in bed that drives you absolutely wild?"

Despite resisting, Vince was forced to comply, and Erik took great humor in his humiliation.

"Go on, Vince... Where does her talent lie? What is it that makes yo toes cuuurl?"

"When she rides reverse cowgirl and has me finish in her mouth," he admitted painfully.

"Well then. That's a lovely recommendation. Young lady, will you do me the honor?" It wasn't a question, and she didn't have a choice. She immediately began riding him, lost in the sweet fantasy Erik gave her. In her mind, she was fucking her husband in the safety and privacy of her home. In reality, she was fuckin the shit out of Erik in the open. It was a special sort of hypnosis Erik had learned. It was quick and subtle but extremely efficient. She was bouncing off of his bare dick, covering it in her essence as Erik held onto her for her own balance.

"You were right," Erik bragged. "Your wife can really ride a dick. I can feel her pussy gripping me warmly like a catcher's mit. Look at my dick disappearing in that pussy, sliding into home. Open your eyes and have a look. That good black pussy sliding down this big black dick? You could never please a pussy like this. You see that pussy opening up on my dick? It's because you don't be getting in there right to hit all the jazzy spots. Look at it. You should see it. You ever seen your wife this wet? You see all that creamy residue left behind?"

Vince looked sick to his stomach, but Erik wasn't done torturing him. He nutted in her and smiled at Vince's pain.

"That's a full negro baby in ya lil lady like it should be... Let me do you the honor now," Erik threw his head back, glowing in his nut. "You tell her to clean it off... Come on," he sat back up. "Don't leave me hanging!"

Vince fought as hard as possible against the hypnosis but couldn't resist. On his command, his wife sucked Erik off, locked in her own fantasy world. Erik busted once more in her mouth and relaxed himself to enjoy the afterglow.

"I'm tired of looking at you. Walk into the road and stand there until you get hit," he ordered, dismissing him. He released the stripper from her fantasy, watching her face change to shock and embarrassment as she quickly removed herself from him. Erik caught her arm. "Serve me now. Only me."

She looked around, the look on her face frightened. All around her, people were trapped by his whims, told to basically mind their business and shut up.

"Where's Vince," she asked. Erik rolled his eyes, tired of Vince.

"Come on, it's time to move. Don't nobody care about your husband. He dead."

The woman became so unbearable about it, in grief and anger, Erik had to put her under once more.

"There you go. You're so much better when you shut the fuck up. Peck me a kiss," he pointed to his cheek, jumping up when she happily did so. "Alright!"

He moved to the gambling tables, talking shit in good humor, ignoring the fearful side-eyes as he clapped the man beside him on the back.

"Sup, brotha... I gotta have some chips to start with," he scooped the man's chips. "Cuz I'm betting it all on black!"

All night, he gambled for glory, drinking with a harem of four women surrounding him and doing shots. He'd been drinking liquor out of every nook and cranny on their lithe bodies, and he didn't even have to hyponotize them all. It only built his ego. They hung around his neck and shoulders, decorating him like a fur and and when the club closed at 4, they were each ready and willing to go anywhere he went. He had all the money.

Erik had them lead him to the finest hotel, and he was pleasantly surprised by the quality. It was so rich that he felt like he belonged. He let them negotiate the presidential suite while he paid and went up with them in the elevator. He lived for the envy on other men's faces and flaunted his women with his arms around them.

Once in his suite, he indulged in the views. He had amenities at his fingertips and how he'd missed baths and showers with women. There was no way Erik wouldn't live in luxury if he were only alive for a day. He crossed his ankles, naked and glistening on the bed having been rubbed down in oil by his women who were enjoying the room, room service, and watching him watch television. This wasn't the Lone Ranger or black and white tv, it was Escaping Polygamy and I Killed My BFF.

Erik was enthralled, focused on the show more than the building number of women in his bed. They were burying him in the heat of their nude bodies, taking turns riding him raw. Anything for the cash. On commercial breaks, Erik rolled over, taking turns breaking their backs. They were insatiable. Even the recent widow was getting her back beat in.

Then the day broke. Erik was still enraptured in TV while the women were fast asleep on him. When his show was over, he carefully peeled himself from the jenga cube arrangement of women and took a leak, looking in the mirror. He missed seeing his own reflection.

He missed causing chaos.

His features darkened with mischief.

In fervent prayer, he called upon the spirits within himself, summoning them as he watched his reflection, the white of his eyes going full black. The spirits heard his foreign chanting and quiet singing. He tip-toed to the bed of sleeping women, his words increasing in ferver as shadows danced and leaped mischievously on the walls, fencing the women in.

"DO YOU BELIEVE," Erik yelled, beating his chest rhythmically as they woke fearfully. His eyes were pure black, and shadows swirled around them, demonic faces appearing right before their eyes. "DO YOU BELIEVE THAT SPIRITS CAN ENTER YOUR BODIES?! LET THEM IN!"

They could hear the skittering. The scratching and the whispers grew louder and closer. The women began to seize, jerk, and shake uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in their sockets. A couple fell and rolled to the ground. One sizzled on her belly in a fit of foreign chanting. Their bodies were no longer their own.

For the past few hours, random spirits who bled through Lani's rip in the veil had been searching for bodies to inhabit. Some were deranged and murderous. Some were skilled in trickery and deception. Some were vengeful spirits looking for a way back to the human world. Erik couldn't pass on the allure of giving them a hand for the sake of his own whims. He'd already used the women.

"Lead me someplace worthwhile," Erik demanded. One thing about Erik was that he had the tendency to lean into darkness. If there was trouble to get into, he'd surely find it. "And clean yourselves up. Your bodies look like shit."

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Erik coming back from Wakanda to tell reader he’s a prince

a/n; I love this idea sm, did a little self indulgent while writing this but i hope you enjoy

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x black!fem!reader

TW: mentioning of injuries, slight angst, over all just fluff

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Seven months. It had been seven months since Erik had left with a word. You were aware of his plans to take over Wakanda as the rightful heir to the throne, but for him to leave, pack all his things without a goodbye? It hurt you.

You and Erik had known each other ever since you were kids. He was placed in the same foster home after his father passed, and y’all just clicked. Erik was always a hotheaded kid who couldn’t express his feelings correctly while you were sweet and understanding, taking the time to listen to him. You understood why he was angry and you were there for him as he was there for you. When you guys got to your sophomore year of high school you decided to try dating, and it was the best decision ever.

Or so you thought.

You were always the first person he said hi to at the beginning of the day and the first person he said goodnight to at night. He told you that you were his world and that he couldn’t wait to live a long life with you. But now, you couldn’t believe a word he said. You were beyond heartbroken and depressed.

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“Your majesty, we have arrived “ Ayo said from the front of the all black Rolls Royce.

“ Thank you Ayo” Erik said, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out the car. Erik already knew and had came to terms with the fact that he royally fucked up. He knew how you must have been angry and sad. Erik thought it was best to not tell you when he was leaving in fear you would try to stop him.

With two Dora Milaje at his side, he fixed his chain around his neck, adjusting his shades and walked into your apartment building.

Erik was beyond anxious. Had you had moved? Did you find someone new? Were you going to not going to want to talk to him? So many thoughts went through his head as he had made it up to your floor and stood in front of your door.

Reluctantly, he knocked on your door, hoping you would answer and hear him out.

You had just been laying on your couch, hardly paying attention to whatever show was on your TV. You hear the knock and got up, confused as you were not expecting any company.

Without looking through your peephole, you opened the door, and was welcomed with the sight of Erik, with Ayo and Aneka by his side. To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“ I know I fucked up princess, you have every right to be angry with me. You can scream and hit me all you want but please hear me out.” that was the first thing he said while he stood before you. His beard was trimmed, his dreads were a little longer, freshly retwisted and braided back.

“ You have ten minutes to explain” you said with a stern tone, letting him and the Dora inside your apartment.

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You guys had sat down on your king sized bed in your bedroom, while Aneka and Ayo waited outside the door, spears in hand.

“ Baby, I know you’re upset, and I don’t blame you, but I did this to protect you” he said, slowly grabbing your hand and interlocking it with his. You stayed quiet, looking at him with glossy eyes. You were so close to bursting into tears but you just couldn’t.

“ When i went to Wakanda to claim my place as king, a lot went down. I was stabbed, hospitalized for a while. And after some time of proving myself, my Auntie made me prince” he didn’t want to go into detail about how he almost killed T’Challa and almost started a war with American.

Finally, giving his hand a light squeeze, you let the tears flow. You hugged him close, sobbing silently into his neck. His held you close, rubbing slow circles on your back.

“ I thought that if you didn’t know when I would be leaving you wouldn’t be able to try and stop me. So many people died because of my actions, and the last thing I ever want is for one of those lost lives to have been yours.” He finally calmed you down, cradling your face in his hand.

“ Erik, please don’t leave again, I can’t do it without you. Ever since you left everything has been awful. Even getting out of bed had been a challenge for me. I needed you. And you weren’t there “ you said, your voice cracking a little from crying.

“ I’m not leaving you ever princess, that’s actually another reason why I’m here, I want you to come back to Wakanda with me, to be my real princess and live the long life I promised you “ he said, holding both your hands in his.

“ You want me to come with you?” You said, only questioning it cause it’s so hard to believe. You were still mad, rightfully so, but whats the worst thing that could happen if you gave him a second chance.

Before he could answer the question, you pulled him into a kiss, a passionate yet soft kiss. He finally broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“ You gon’ be my princess, no one is ever taking me from you” he mumbles, looking into your eyes as you finally smile, and oh how he missed at smile. He was so ready for Romanda to finally meet the woman who kept her nephew safe all this time.

A/Not : should i make a P2? Lmk if yall liked this?

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soufcakmistress · 10 months

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Unveil

Part IV

A/N: I know yall wanna fight me LOL I couldn’t figure this next part out to save my life. But my brain is working a little better now, and I wanted to get this out. Not me posting two fics two days in a row! Don’t get comfortable because this is out of the norm LOL stay tuned boos!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

Snoring peacefully in the king bed of the guest house with an open window, the loud buzz of a lawnmower startled you almost to death. Erik’s baritone carried over to the guesthouse, guiding the landscaper while giving him notes. Rolling your eyes internally at the thought of Erik, you gather up the courage to roll over and pick up the burner Erik gave you. It was time to let your best friend know what’s up. Knowing her cell number by heart, your fingers tremble as you input the digits. It only rings once.

“Y/N???? Y/N? Sis is that you??” Denitra sounded like she had been waiting by the phone the whole time for a call from a number she wouldn’t even recognize. You immediately burst into tears. Everything from the past is flooding back. You and Nitra busting ass for midterms. You supporting her when she crossed and wrangling all the balloons at her probate. Y’all squealing over the gigantic engagement ring Eddie proposed to you with. The last embrace you guys ever had before you left behind all that you ever knew.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry. It’s just so good to hear your voice. I’m okay! I’m okay.”

Denitra shut her office door closed, and paced back and forth nervously. “Where are you, Y/N? Are you alone??? Do you still have money? Has he tried to still—“

You give a good belly laugh with your face still wet with tears because that’s how your best friend is. Making sure A and B equal C. “Nitra, take a breath sis. I promise I’m okay. I’m not gonna tell you where I am, so do not ask. Just know that I’m being taken care of properly.”

Nitra looked at her phone like it had three heads. “Bitch, who is taking care of you???” More belly laughs from you. Y’all chat it up for the next 30 minutes. You’re very careful about revealing any info to your best friend. If there’s anything you know about your ex fiancé, it’s that he will stop at nothing for information. Giving her plausible deniability could save Nitra from his wrath. Or push him further into mania. You had to believe in your heart of hearts she would be safe if she didn’t know anything, for your own sanity.

“Miss Y/N, I have prepared breakfast for the house in the dining room. I would love for you to join us!” Leah, Erik’s middle aged housekeeper, spoke over the intercom to make you aware. Maybe you and her could spend some time alone today.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there!” You finish up with your best friend, shower and cross the pool to the house. The house smells absolutely amazing— a spread was made of scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey sausage, and homemade biscuits. “Leah, this is awesome! Thank you so much!!”

Leah was definitely one of those Black women who could throw down in the kitchen and cherished when people enjoyed her food. She leaned back on the island and sipped her coffee with pride. It was only you and Leah downstairs, but you did happen to peep some luggage by the front door. Who’s leaving? Black Barbie? Or Black Ken?

Holding no qualms about your outer appearance, you dug in. You were starving, and Leah put a hurting on them biscuits. Light steps are heard coming from the upper floor and Monica appeared looking completely ethereal. “Good morning everyone!!”

It was still a bit early for her to be elongating her vowels but you greeted her accordingly. Leah didn’t speak, just peeping over her coffee mug. “I unfortunately have a day trip to Cali—Christopher John Rogers’ publicist has been incessant about me modeling their new spring collection. I’ll be back tomorrow evening though! You ladies have a splendid time!!” Monica split a biscuit in half, gave you an unexpected bear hug, and traipsed out the door.

“Thank God. I’ll at least have one person to talk to with more than half a brain cell.” Leah washed out her mug, and you snickered when she said that. It was petty. But, oh well. Leah winked at you, when Erik decided to show up.

“Ladies. Good morning.” He typed away at his phone while he made himself some coffee. Leah responded. But not you. What could you say to him now that you seen what that dick was hitting for? It’s evident he caught you looking last night and he wanted you to look….right? Not stopping to sit down at the table with you, he picked up a biscuit and headed back upstairs. From the bannister on the upper floor, Erik could look into the kitchen from above. You lost the fight not to gaze at him. Looking up, he was already staring at you before going into his office and shutting the door. Why is this man so intense…

Leah began clearing the table since you were done eating and cut her eyes at you. Something was up between you two, but she didn’t push. Erik told her everything about your situation and how you both came to meet. Leah was trustworthy and lived a lot of life before working full time with Erik. She empathized with you wholly, seeing that you were lost in the world. She was proud of Erik for doing the right thing—the boy was certain he was damned to hell. This was proof he wasn’t.

“I’ll wash if you dry.” You offered. Leah accepted happily, nice to have someone who didn’t act like she was a personal maid. You noticed that Leah didn’t say much. She was always watching though.

“Leah, what do you have planned for today?” Putting your hand on your hip, you turn to her with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I do need to coordinate with the pool boy, wash a couple loads, vacuum the guest rooms, start on lunch—“

“Ehhhh, that can wait. Let’s go shopping. I gotta get off this property or I’m gonna go postal. Erik’s a big boy, he’ll be all right for a few hours. I’ll go tell Caleb to start the car.” You leave to let the driver know, not even allowing her to respond. Fun was majorly needed.

Meeting Leah at the front door, you pile in the expedition to head to the nearest mall. Scratching your veve tattoo on your side, your thumb scrolls through the mall directory when you get an iMessage from an unknown number.

“Going somewhere?”

Who else would it be but him? It was purposeful to leave without telling him. Erik had you twisted all the way up inside…….it wasn’t totally smart but this gave you some semblance of control back into the dynamic. Being a helpless damsel in distress wasn’t a good look on you and you didn’t want it to start now….even if you really did need all the support you could get. You weren’t gonna pass this moment of brief freedom up. “Yes I need things. And I need some fresh air.”

“This ain’t no damn vacation. Get what you need, and have Caleb return you ladies back to the property.”

Oh? He is feeling very jazzy this afternoon. You leave him on read, and hop out with Leah. She’s very patient and a very good listener. She can sense the wheels turning in your head, sorting what to do and what’s already been done.

The two of you scoured through Old Navy, Five Below, Rainbow, Bath and Body Works, Aldo, and left a whirlwind in Macy’s. Caleb fought his frustration watching you traipse from store to store. Retail therapy was a balm to your open wounds. The cares of your world fell away trying on different jeans and comfortable jumpsuits while you reconciled everything. A blessing also came in the form of companionship with Leah.

Widowed at 45, the Nashville native was blessed to have two pensions and an empty nest. She let you in on how her and Erik met and how he was like a son to her now more than anything. The two of you conversed over piping hot Japanese teriyaki in the food court surrounded by department store bags. “He reminded me of my son Travis. His father died when he was so young, and it was an uphill battle to wrangle him back from the dark side. Erik has his demons and yet he still has a code. I could never deny that boy.”

You listened intently and soaked it in. Demons huh? You figured he had access and resources being an alleged government contractor but it appears his baggage is a bit more nuanced. What had Erik seen and done? Why go out of his way to help a stranger? You had more questions than answers but were still somehow pleased with the new info.

Caleb had been staring a hole in your head for the last half hour. You put him out of his misery and he comes to gather your bags. Leah squeezed your arm and y’all headed to the car. The mean grinch awaits you both and had lashings for you for sure.

“Split up. Go. Ven allá!” Eddie directed his goons to search the town square in the sleepy little town of Randolph, Vermont. Two guys took the north end, while three guys took the south end. They questioned jewelers, shoe repairmen, butchers, ski shop owners, hotel clerks, etc. Nothing revealed any inkling of you. Eddie himself called every single roach motel in the surrounding area and nobody by the name of Y/N Nazario. He even asked if you went by your maiden name, and still nothing. “Something’s not right.”

Him and his goons reconvened at a late night diner. They couldn’t look more out of place—Cuban and Haitian American men with no sense of humor being served by lily white folks whose most lively occurrence were a cat getting stuck in a tree. “Boss, could she have been tipped off?”

Eddie ran through the scenario again and again in his mind. There should have been no time that you would have known he was coming. “Are you guys sure that she didn’t see Arturo at the train station? If she saw his fuckin face, she would have been spooked.”

Eddie’s lieutenant, Carmen insisted personally that he didn’t. Arturo wouldn’t be able to eat without a feeding tube for a while to make sure of that. “Let’s go. We need to pay a visit.”

Back at the ranch, you and Leah have situated all of your new purchases in the closet and bathroom in the guest house. No more living out of a purse. To end the night, you guys head back to the main house while Leah popped the cork on a Merlot that was to die for while some smooth jazz played on Erik’s surround sound.

He comes from his garage after playing around with a transmission for an old school Chevelle he’s been restoring, to see you two cozied up. At least you found someone to confide in. “Thelma and Louise have returned I see.” You both cackle and pour him a glass.

“Better watch your wallet!” You bust out laughing, clearly tipsy.

“Wel I’m glad you had fun but can you please let me know that you’ve left the house before you just duck off like that? We’re trying to keep you safe remember? I can’t do that if I don’t know where you are.” Erik gives the warning tenderly but with some steel as well. Leah says nothing and sips more of her wine, secretly amused at his overprotective nature. She knows he means well.

You drain your glass and go to pour another one. “Yes Dad. I’ll always check in before curfew.” Red wine always does this to you.

“Well kids, I’m going to lay down for the night. I’ll see you both bright and early for breakfast.” Leah rinsed her glass out and placed it in the sink and kissed Erik on his cheek. “Good night, son.”

“Good night, Leah.” His dimples make another appearance and your stomach does a hurdle. She squeezes your shoulder and heads upstairs. You take your glass and the whole bottle to the couch, and you feel his eyes on your back the whole time. How was this going to work?

The wine fills your mouth adding to your buzz and your eyes close as you bob your head to the jazz. You feel the couch dip as Erik sits right next to you. “I see someone ran it up today.”

“I deserve it, don’t I? With all things considered..”

His eyebrow raised and he inhaled more of the Merlot. “No complaints from me, Y/N. Just pointing out the obvious. I see you and Leah have gotten close. She’s an outstanding woman.”

“Yes she really is. So sweet and so wise. I enjoy her company. Reminds me of my mom..” Damn. How long has it been since you’ve spoken with her?

“Have you used the burner phone yet? I hope you have, I told you it can’t be traced.”

“Yes, I reached out to my best friend. She’s sworn to secrecy. Not my parents though. One word from me and Eddie would absolutely know something right away, they can’t hold water.”

Erik drained his Merlot and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. “Well at least you know who to trust with certain information. Can I ask you a question?”

Your heart fell in your butt when he said that. Oh God. You weren’t ready to reveal that you been daydreaming about his bare body all day. “Shoot.”

“Your tattoo. It’s a Haitian veve with a Kongo cosmogram around it. Does it mean something?” Erik was fishing for info for sure. How could someone so sweet and tender as you get caught up in such an evil force as Mr. Nazario?

“We’re gonna need more wine, if we’re going to get into that.” Erik immediately got up and got another bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew and poured generously for the both of you.

Words start pouring out of you. The whirlwind of you and Eddie’s romance and how intense and handsome he was had you under a spell. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to become his queen of his empire. Erik listened intently and engaged with you. It’s no wonder why Monica is head over heels. He’s fine as fuck, incredibly sharp and got bank. But he’s holding something back.

Him and Eddie weren’t that different in that regard you found. Erik revealed very little about himself yet was able to extract information from you with ease. Too easily, for that matter. Eventually, you were all talked out, and fell asleep on the couch. Erik was comfortable himself and didn’t want to move. He pulled the throw blanket over the both of you, whispered “sweet dreams” in your ear, and dozed off himself.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Just Thinking” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik’s watching you…hard (and not in the sexy way).

| SFW, fluff/angst, chronic pain, someone’s gonna start crying

| picture source: Black Panther (2018) movie

| 1k+ words

Erik is watching you.

To be fair the man nearly never didn’t have his eyes glued to you, but his gaze feels new tonight.

Erik liked to claim that he wasn’t introspective because he was sure of his every move from day one but the look he was hitting you with sure seemed introspective.

You're in your bedroom, Erik having come over after work, getting ready to go to sleep. You’re bouncing around your room getting all your medicine together in one place so you can try to rest a little easier when you get in bed.

Erik’s sitting one his side of the mattress, feet planted firmly onto your carpet as he rests his arms on his legs and tracks you with his eyes.

“Do you remember where I put the stuff for my arms?”

At your question his eyes actually briefly rise to meet yours before he nods to the bathroom.

“In that green bag under the sink,” he murmurs.

You nod and immediately start moving to get it. Your body was always hurting you, that was a factor of life you just had to learn to deal with, but your nightly routine was sacred for a reason.

The pain you felt on a “good day” didn’t compare to the liquid fire in your veins and the way you wouldn’t be able to feel your legs as you walked (if you were even able to) on a bad one. Erik knew how you got too, so whenever you did this he tended to stay out of your way.

Sometimes you felt bad about how you’d often keep him up at night because of how inescapable and overwhelming the pain could get but Erik never complained in real time.

He’d bitch and moan about being tired in the morning while pressing a kiss to your forehead and still waking up early to go for his morning run and make breakfast.

Erik liked to complain but he never complained about you.

You grab the green bag from the cabinet and a pack of alcohol wipes then come back into the room.

He still hasn’t stopped looking.

You make eye contact with him every once in a while as you start measuring things out while you wait for your cold injection to warm up enough that you can inject it into your stomach. He doesn’t not keep your gaze, he just doesn’t respond to the inquiring looks you throw at him. You leave it alone for the time being. If Erik wanted to talk to you he would in his own time, the man didn’t like to keep shit in and let it fester with you if he could help it.

It’s as you’re checking your blood pressure that he finally starts moving. He gets up and holds his hand out to you when you’re about to open the little black carrying case that has your monitor inside.

There’s a question there that you answer by placing it atop his open palm.

When he brings it closer he doesn’t let go of your hand where you’re also holding it and so you offer him your own appendage right then. You can check your pressure just fine by yourself but if he wanted to do this for you you wouldn’t deny him it. At least today.

If it was a bad day and you were in way more pain than usual you tended to get short with him and didn’t like accepting his help. That would probably always be a work in progress since you didn’t like feeling reliant on anyone.

You’re doing pretty well now though. Your pain is reduced to just pin pricks all over your skin and some stiffness in your joints, the medicine taking effect to its best.

Standing in front of you Erik unzips the bag and starts putting everything together with deft fingers. He’s got the whole process over for you in two minutes. You smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth with a thank you before putting the case away.

He doesn’t move back to the bed when he’s done with that but he doesn’t try to offer to give you your shot either. You had to take it every two days and never during the duration of your relationship had you once reacted positively to him (or anyone who wasn’t your doctor) wanting to do it for you. Erik always left you to it like you wanted now, no fuss.

He sighs and then he’s finally looking into your eyes. “Do you ever regret any of it?”

Cooled down medicine in your hand you only half turn to give him your attention.

“Hmm?”

He shakes his head.

“Never mind it’s nothing.”

You narrow your eyes at him but let the silence envelop you briefly in favor of readying yourself. An injection wasn’t exactly something you could afford giving partial attention to. You glance up at him, now sitting against the headboard as his eyes bore into you. Hm.

“You gonna say what’s bothering you?”

“I’m just thinking.”

You raise an eyebrow as you attach the needle to the medicine vial and pull on the plunger to extract its contents.

“Let me go buy a lottery ticket then.”

Your delivery is dry but Erik huffs out a laugh anyway. He rubs his hands down his face.

“I’m being serious though. I mean- you don’t regret me moving you around so often?”

You wipe off underneath your stomach with rubbing alcohol as you ponder what he’s not asking you.

“You mean do I regret marrying you when you're so busy and I’m so sick?”

Erik’s lips purse and he looks away from you.

Huh.

“Erik, you’re the Wakandan Ambassador now and I knew that when we got back together. You can’t be here all the time,” you shrug. “Which is fine because I was taking care of myself before you and that hasn’t changed.”

You stop talking as you administer the shot with furrowed brows; Erik doesn’t speak. You ignore both the breaking of skin and the feel of the injection with the ease of practice, pull the needle out and then wipe it clean with another alcohol wipe.

When you look up at your husband he seems to still be thinking so you hum and start cleaning up. Band Aid first, properly dispose of everything used, pack all the medicinal stuff up, and hide it back away in the cabinet. Or the fridge.

“I could help you,” Erik punches out unprompted. He seems pained, voice constricted.

“Erik,” you gasp out as you turn to him. The implications of his words don’t even fully hit you; it's the way his hands are fisted so tight they’re shaking.

“Wakanda, they have resources. They’re the most medically advanced place in the world.”

“Erik please,”

He ignores you.

“They could help you. I could-” he takes a harsh breath and looks up to you. Your stomach flips at the look in his eyes, red and brimming with unshed tears. “All it would take is a fucking week. Baby one damned week and you wouldn’t have to do none of this shit no more and you know what they’re telling me?”

He’s not yelling, though even if he was it wouldn’t really be aimed at you, but his voice carries the weight of a scream. You know it’s only not that because it’s you he’s talking to. Your heart has also dropped out of your body.

“They said no, I couldn’t bring you to Wakanda and I couldn’t bring anything from there to you. I was out voted. I am a prince and I’m still just as useless at helping you as before-”

“Erik stop.”

His blurring form in the bed tenses as he listens and you're almost panting, chest tight. He is too. You can see his chest heaving with the pressure of his words even as a tear rolls down your cheeks. You rub it away with a sigh.

“Babe,” You crawl onto the bed with a small groan that you move right past before you're over him. You plant his face with kisses.

Erik huffs out a laugh, arms circling around your middle, but it’s reluctant.

“Yeah baby?”

He pulls you into his lap and you don’t fight it, smiling and swooping down to press a kiss right in the middle of the crease between his brows. You press two more there until the area smoothes out. You were in a good mood and you did not want to be angry about everything right now.

“I don’t need you to save me.”

“But it’s-”

“Hush,” you hold your index finger up to his mouth and he dutifully quiets. He must be more fucked up about this than you thought. You take your finger away and peck him on the lips. “No buts, alright? Now I’m not saying not to hook me up if you can get access to this treatment, but right now it’s a what if and I can’t bank my life on that.”

He rolls his eyes, “It’s not a what if though.”

“Except at this point it is, E, and the same way I’m not wasting my time on a miracle cure is the same way you shouldn’t be either.”

“Alright I see what you’re saying.” Erik’s nodding but you can tell by the grin on his face he’s got something else in mind. “Or I could steal that shit.”

“And commit treason?”

This time when he laughs it’s full, nearly knocks you from your highly coveted position and everything, and the conversation isn’t done but he’ll drop it for now. Hopefully not becoming a fugitive in the meantime.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I could’ve gone into more detail with this but I simply did not want to. Also this is not proofread yet.

(I don’t like writing Erik because I don’t think I capture him well at all but I’ve been sitting on a few stories with him and decided fuck it on this one cause it’s cute. I also have a pattern to my updates which means either cute/action/angst had to be next so everything worked out well enough.)

It’s black love day so happy that, I guess! This fic is too old for me to claim I wrote it for today but we can pretend.

#erik stevens #erik killmonger #black!reader #black!y/n #erik stevens x black reader #erik stevens x black!reader #killmonger x black!reader #chronically ill reader #killmonger imagine #killmonger fluff #erik stevens fluff #killmonger x reader #erik stevens x reader #killmonger #the golden jaguar

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agerefandom · 11 months

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Agerefandom 2022 Masterpost

This is a belated collection of my content from 2022! If you’re interested, here are the previous years: 2021 and 2020!

In 2020, I wrote eighteen fics: In 2021, I wrote twenty-two. In 2022, I only wrote five full fanfictions, but that’s probably because I was writing so many more headcanons this year! Here are the fanfictions I wrote last year:

Angels At The Window (Hazbin Hotel, caregivers!Charlie and Vaggie, regressor!Reader) As Sleeping Amber (Phantom of the Opera, regressor!Erik, caregiver!Christine) Flourishing In Sunlight (Avatar: The Last Airbender, postcanon, regressor!Katara, careiver!Zuko) Fancy Tuna and Frantic Texts (Ouran High School Host Club, regressor!Haruhi, caregivers!Tamaki and Kyoya) Natasha Is Young (Great Comet of 1812, regressor!Natasha, caregiver!Helene)

In 2020, I wrote thirty-two headcanon posts! In 2021, that went down to nineteen, but in 2022 I wrote forty-three headcanon sets!

regressor!Gary King (World’s End) caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth) regressor!Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) flip!Sans (Horrortale) regressor!Adam/creature (Frankenstein) caregiverse!Sundrop and Moondrop (FNAF Security Breach) regressor!Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) regressor!Severus Snape (Harry Potter) caregiver!Pennywise (It) caregvier!Annabelle Crane (Magnus Archives) regressor!Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice musical) regressor!Jade Harley (Homestuck) caregiver!V (V for Vendetta) caregiver!Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus) regressor!Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls) caregiver!Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!13th Doctor (Doctor Who) regressors!Anna and Elsa (Frozen) regressor!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) caregiver!Count Dooku (Star Wars) caregiver!Caleb Widogast (Critical Role) caregivers!Ruby and Sapphire (Steven Universe) regressor!Dana Scully (X-Files) regressor!Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) regressor!Stevonnie (Steven Universe) caregiver!Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) regressor!Sam Winchester (Supernatural) regressor!10th Doctor with caregiver!Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) regressor!Eleven (Stranger Things) regressor!Bea and caregiver!Mae (Night In The Woods) regressor!Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club) regressor!Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Disney Caregivers Gaston (Beauty and the Beast) Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) Bruno (Encanto) Tiana and Naveen (Princess and the Frog) Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas) Ariel (The Little Mermaid) Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Under the ‘keep reading’ I’ve collected links to my thirteen favourite moodboards from the seventy-three I made in 2023, and some of my favourite art and edits as well!

Favourite Moodboards:

caregiver!V

regressor!Will Graham

regressor!Dipper Pines

regressor!Erik/Phantom

regressor!Peter Parker

regressor!Kylo Ren

caregiver!Count Dooku

regressor!Charles Xavier

regressor!Cal Strider

caregiver!Bakugou

regressor!Shigaraki

regressor!Noah Czerny

caregiver!Jasper Cullen

Favourite Art/Edits:

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow

regressor!Jade Harley

regressor!Angel and regressor!Charlie edits

regressor!Himiko Toga

regressors!Mae and Gregg

regressor!Ashton and cg!FCG

regressor!Bruno Madrigal

#this was in my drafts from before my hiatus!!#i was supposed to put it out in january #but that's when i dropped off the map whoops #anyways here it is now!!!#sfw agere #fandom agere #misc fandoms #agere writing #masterpost #agere headcanons #regression headcanons #my writing #2022 masterpost

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renmackree · 9 months

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For the prompt game - 126 for college!Stiles using Derek's insta DMs as a notes app

I was a Teenaged Mothman part 4 of ???? One day, one day this will be a fic.

Prompt me up!: Open

126. “we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

Stiles was laying on his bed with the packet of paper in front of him. He flipped another page open and began circling words in bright red ink and adding little notations on the edge of the paper. He glanced up at the clock, sighing even deeper as he tapped the pen against his lips. It was nearly midnight and he still hadn't heard anything from Lydia on if she was coming home tonight. His roommate had found a new 'fresh face' at the bar and was trying them out before seeing if they were worthy of the great Lydia Martin ride. He had been thinking about just texting her, but the last time that happened the partner she was with had suggested a threesome.

Stiles loves Lydia to death, but no. He was far more interested in someone else right now anyways.

"We’re quite literally fugitives of the state," Steven Dex said on the TV, Stiles' eyes moving to the screen. He had put on one of the Mothman movies (specifically I Was a Teenaged Mothman Too) and couldn't help but smile as Derek Hale's character came on screen.

"So no pizza?" Erik Weizer asked, Stiles mouthing the line along with the actor.

Stiles tossed the Dissertation from one of their potential candidates to the side and grabbed his phone. While he might not be able to text Lydia, there was someone else he could try. He wasn't sure if the man would even answer, they had only just began texting in some strange turn of events.

SS: Why did Erik Weizer always want Pizza? Did the writers just say hey, that's your one trait? Like pizza and get slammed into walls by Steven?

Stiles went back to watching the scene where Steven and Erik were tracking down where the Alpha moth had gone. It was one of the most quoted Sterik scenes in the franchise and had actually been the part where Stiles himself had started shipping them. He had actually been a little jealous of Jared Ormly who played Erik. To be that close to Derek Hale at ALL times? Yeah, that was the dream.

He heard his phone go off, checking to see if it was Lydia. Stiles jumped up in surprise, seeing Derek had texted him back. He rolled over his bed clutching his phone and kicking his feet in the most awkward and foolish way he possibly could before reading through the texts.

DH: Jared actually said a lot of those lines off the cuff. Most of our lines were improv between the two of us. DH: What movie are you watching?

Stiles grinned, typing back as fast as his fingers could go.

SS: I was a Teenaged Mothman too.

DH: Gross, that's the one where they used Jello instead of fake blood.

SS: I couldn't eat my dad's Jello salad for a year without thinking about it. He stopped making it because I laughed too hard every time he brought it out. I kept thinking about that stupid line.

DH: "His weakness is the light, quick shine it on his blood?"

SS: That's the one. Do you remember every movie's script?

The phone started to ring, Stiles sitting up and holding it out in front of him with an almost confused look. "Oh my god, who the hell calls in the year 2023?!" The name read "Derek Hale FOR REAL" and Stiles cleared his throat as he answered the phone.

"H-hey, what's up?"

"What was the last line?" Derek's voice was soft, almost like he was trying to keep quiet while talking to Stiles.

"Uh, Erik just said 'I hope you know what you're doing.'" Stiles looked up to the movie, watching as the scene shifted to a close up of Derek's character contemplating.

"I don't think any of us know what we're doing." Derek was saying the line in almost perfect sync with the TV, Stiles hearing the young 19 year old and the now 30 something murmuring in his ear. "We're teenagers, Erik. We shouldn't have to deal with this. But we will. And come morning, there will only be one Mothman left. It's him or me, and right now, I'm going to do my damndest to make sure it's me."

Stiles whistled low, letting out a chuckle. "Bravo. You're truly a thespian. Such a riveting line."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic, but thank you." Derek chuckled. God it was like bells ringing on a clear day and stars falling from the sky. Stiles was a fucking mess when it came to Derek Hale. "It's not the first time you've said that."

"I'll tell you you're a good actor every day. Not many people stick through a series like this and come back from the grave with a new boyfriend."

"I made them write that in to my contract. If Steven Dex is resurrected, he has to end up with Erik." Derek's phone rustled a little and he sighed. "Just like I made them remove my social media restrictions so I could answer you."

Stiles swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he licked his lips. "You.., did what?"

There was silence on the other end for a moment, then Derek sighed. "I couldn't respond to you because my original contract I signed when I was 15 said I couldn't respond to private DMs on social media. Laura thought it was a good idea since underage and in Hollywood, but I really was glad you found me again. I didn't think you would remember."

Again. Found him AGAIN? Stiles wracked his brain, trying to remember when in his whole life he had met Derek Hale. Wait. He met Derek Hale?? Derek Hale knew who he was the whole time???

"Uh, yeah! Of course. I was wondering why you weren't responding but. Glad we could talk now."

"I have to go, we have a press conference tomorrow. Hope you finish your paper."

"Yep! Have a good night, thanks for the call!" Stiles hung up the phone and stared at it, looking over the screen. "When the fuck did I meet Derek Hale?"

#i was a teenaged mothman #welcome to the hale mouth #inbox fanfiction #sterek #yes yes we are now getting into meat and potatoes

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