#eric killmonger

[pulchrasilva]

And if I said plural Eric/Killmonger/N'Jadaka? What then?

[nerdby]

[yelenaswift]

me after watching the Wakanda Forever teaser

[shamlesspandanerd]

[valarmorghulisforeva]

Deadliest Assassin in the MCU doesn’t know who she is ⚔️

Crimson Sun

Elektra Natchios awoke to pain. Every nerve in her body screamed as waves lapped at her legs, the salty sting of the ocean seeping into her open wounds. She blinked against the brutal sun, disoriented and weak. Her blood mingled with the wet sand beneath her, forming dark stains that trailed to the surf.

She couldn’t remember how she had gotten there, only the faint echoes of violence—the metallic tang of gunfire, the searing heat of betrayal.

Footsteps approached.

Two men stood over her, their uniforms marking them as local police. Their laughter grated on her raw nerves, low and mocking.

“Looks like she didn’t make it far,” one said, nudging her side with the toe of his boot.

“She’s still alive,” the other murmured, crouching down. His hand brushed her bruised cheek, lingering too long. “Maybe we can help her… after we have some fun.”

Elektra’s heart pounded with fury and fear, but her body refused to move, her muscles locked in exhaustion. The man leaned closer, his hot breath a cruel reminder of her vulnerability.

Something snapped inside her.

With a sharp inhale, Elektra drove her thumb into his eye. He howled in agony, stumbling back as she ripped the rifle from his grip. Before his partner could react, she struck him across the jaw, the butt of the weapon cracking against bone. Pain blurred her vision, but adrenaline carried her forward.

The first man recovered, raising his own weapon. Elektra hurled herself at him, her body screaming in protest. Her fists, her knees, her very bones became weapons until he lay still. Blood spattered her skin, mingling with her own.

Breathing hard, she turned to the second officer, who tried to crawl away. With a cold fury, she kicked his weapon aside and drove his head into the sand.

“Who am i,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “Where am i”, she muffles in her raspy breath.

She staggered to her feet and stumbled into the jungle, the dense foliage swallowing her battered figure whole.

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The Jungle Sanctuary

Elektra woke to the gentle rays of sunlight slowly revealing through the cracks of the wooden doors.

She lay on a bed of woven mats, her wounds cleaned and dressed with earthy pastes that smelled faintly of mint and bark. The morning melody of the birds replaced the crashing waves.

A woman sat beside her, grinding herbs in a stone bowl. Her face was lined with years of wisdom, her dark eyes warm and steady. Elektra tried to speak, but her throat was dry, her words rasping like dead leaves.

The woman hushed her, placing a gentle hand on her forehead. A second figure entered—a young woman carrying a bowl of steaming water. They worked in quiet tandem, nursing her back to life with a tenderness that made Elektra’s throat ache in a different way.

Days passed. The tribe—small, reclusive, and deeply connected to the jungle—taught her the language of the earth. Leaves and roots became her medicine. Kindness became her salve. As her body healed, so did her mind, though it came with a cost.

The dreams began.

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Dreams of a Strange City

They started gently, like whispers on the edge of her consciousness.

She saw a penthouse bathed in golden light, its sleek glass walls framing the Manhattan skyline. She was standing in the kitchen, barefoot on cold marble, slicing vegetables with a blade that moved like an extension of her hand.

Eric Killmonger leaned against the counter, watching her with a half-smile. The golden rings in his dreads caught the light, but it was his eyes that held her captive—warm, knowing, unyielding.

“You know, you’re wasted on this,” he teased, nodding at the knife in her hand.

She smirked, not looking up. “I could say the same about you.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled the space between them. She let herself sink into it, into him.

They had been assassins, partners in both life and death. Their work was brutal, but their moments together were sacred—curling on the couch with the faint hum of jazz in the background as their bodies became one.

But even in dreams, peace was fleeting.

---

Skyfall

The warmth of the penthouse faded, replaced by the sterile hum of a private jet.

Elektra sat across from Eric, the tension between them palpable. Their prisoner—a high-profile target, bound and seething—sat between them, his eyes sharp with hate.

“This doesn’t feel right,” she murmured, her fingers brushing the hilt of the blade hidden beneath her jacket.

Eric shrugged, leaning back as if they weren’t flying toward their next storm. “We’re almost there habibti. Just another job.” He looked out the window as a lightning flashed.

It wasn’t like Eric to utter his sweet nickname for her outside of the confines of their bedroom.

The lightning flashed again and this time it struck the right wing of the jet, prompting Eric’s gun to hit the floor, and go off.

Elektra acts quick, but the prisoner was faster with the turbulence in his favor. He grabs the gun from the floor as Elektra lunges at him, and tries to restrain him.

The emergency exit has been blasted off by the gunshot and Eric is holding to a seat to prevent being pulled apart by the velocity of a jet in mid air with the door blown apart.

Eric uses all of his strength to get closer to Elektra and the prisoner and the gun they are toying with.

Another lightning strikes and this time Elektra and prisoner fumble closer to the edge of the exit.

Eric releases his cold grip and falls on top of the prisoner as he fights him off his partner in crime.

Elektra stands up and cracks her neck with her raven black hair flying uncontrollably and blending in with the night sky behind her.

Another lighting strikes and Eric looks up with a jolt in his chest. Elektra’s mane parts for a second and reveals her hazel green eyes. He can never get enough of staring into those starry eyes.

He almost lifted his hand out to part her hair fully as he would when they are at home with each other. In those moments of pure bliss where their body, mind, soul and spirit are tangled with each other. Each fighting for dominance and giving into submission at the same time.

BANG.

Elektra hears Eric screaming her name, as she drops into the void.

Her last sight is Eric crushing the prisoners skull with his bare hands as he chucks him out the same exit she fell out of.

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Rebirth

Elektra woke gasping, her hands clutching at the air. The jungle was there to meet her—a reminder of where she was, and what she had lost.

The woman from the tribe sat beside her, wiping the sweat from her brow. She whispered soothing words Elektra didn’t understand, her touch grounding her in the present.

The memories didn’t fade this time. They burned, raw and relentless. Eric. The penthouse. The fallout on the plane. The life she had come to love and lost.

The tribe’s leader approached her one morning, their hands cradling an obsidian blade.

Elektra took the blade, its weight anchoring her trembling hands.

The leader informs her of a body that washed up on the shore, this one lifeless.

Elektra’s mind races through the unknown and images of a past she is only putting together through grainy images from her dreams and absolute nightmares

She whispers “Eric” as she clutches her chest.

THE END.

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[luckycheesefoodie321]

Trying to figure out if the kid that approached Queen Ramonda when she first visited Nakia in Haiti was the same actor who plays Toussaint

Kinda like when they introduced kid-N’Jadaka as one of the kids playing basketball in Oakland and close up on him watching the Wakandan ship fly away before you ever realise he was significant…

[morganhopesmith1996]

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[sebastianstansqueen]

He Rescues Her Right Back 1

A/N: My first part to this story I hope you guys like it! As always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,918

Warnings: Smut, little angst, fluff, and I think that's it? I missed any thing tell me pleas!

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You were a woman who had everything but you didn’t have one thing that everyone else did which was a partner, your lawyer Val was a hit with women and men, her wife Carol was often jealous though put up with her wifes antics, they threw a party in honor of you, but you were hidden up stairs on the phone with your date, and current fling? “Y/n you can’t expect me to be at your beck and call.” He told you through the phone. 

“Come on, Eric, I really need you here.” You begged the man on the other end of the phone call.

“Y/n, no, I’m done, you're always too busy to actually go on dates, I still don’t understand why my cousin thought we would be a good couple.” The man said with irritation. 

“Eric, if you come I’ll buy you anything you want.” You state to the man. 

You could hear the sigh he released, making you think he’d give in and head over. “No, you can’t just buy me off Y/n, bye.” You heard the disconnecting sound of the man.

You rolled your eyes, walking out of the private room, you then bumped into an ex of yours, the two of you were still friends so you were comfortable talking to him. “Loki, do you think that I tried buying you off, or that you had to be at my beck and call?” 

“You want me to be honest?” He asked, you nodded in response. “I mean this with no offense, but yeah, I care for you but you need to work on learning how to work and love someone.” 

“Meaning there’s possibly no way for me to actually find love.” You sighed. 

Loki looked down at you. “No, that's not what I’m saying, just make work less your life, I’ve got to go, but Y/n I’m sure you will eventually find someone.” He patted your shoulder before walking away. 

You walked out of the nice house in irritation, you tried getting an uber but that wasn’t really a option, because it would have taken over an hour for one to get here, you stood out front just waiting, until it was over to see if you could get someone to take you back to your hotel, you sat down on the steps, smoking a cigarette, Val came out front. “What’s going on?” She asked. “This is a party in your honor, and you're not even there?” 

“I just want to leave, I don’t have a date so what's the point?” You sighed, while blowing out smoke. 

“I’m sorry, take one of my cars to your hotel Y/n.” She told you. 

“I-I couldn’t.” You shook your head, not really wanting to add that you didn’t exactly remember how to drive because you hadn’t had to do it since you were in your late teens and early twenties, your still decently young, twenty-seven but you hadn’t needed to drive yourself in years, because back in california you never needed to you had a driver for it there. 

The woman shook her head. “No, I insist, let me go get you the keys.” She headed back inside to grab the keys. Once she came back outside she handed you the keys, and headed back to the party, you cringed at yourself as you backed out of the driveway, almost hitting Val’s garbage cans. You got lost in the unfamiliar city even when following the map on your phone.

Meanwhile in a very different part of town, Bucky, was getting ready to go ‘out’ he knew he was a good looking man, and that he could make money simply by just using his body, so that’s what he chose to do, he could still look sort of professional, and still get paid plenty of money, by average or rich women, and even also did online camera work most of the time. He walked about a block away from his apartment, when an expensive car abruptly stopped passed him. 

You stopped by a curb, you held the steering wheel and took deep breaths to calm yourself down repeating in a whisper. ‘Your going to be fine you're doing fine’ you were about to start the car again when there was a soft knock on the window, you sighed and rolled down the window. “Hey you lookin’ for a date?” The man asked. 

“Not at the moment, but it would have been good about six hours ago.” You sighed. “I do need help getting to Staten island.” “Ten bucks, and I’ll get you there as fast as possible.” He smirked.

You scoffed at the man. “Ten dollars for a way to get to where I need to go?” 

“Moved up to twenty.” He said cockly.

You huffed. “You can't do that.” 

“Hey baby, I can do whatever I want when I know where to go.” He shrugged, turning around to leave.

“Hey, don’t leave, fine fine you live, I only have fifty, you got change?” You asked with an arched brow. 

He got into the car, taking the fifty dollar bill. “Nope but for that, I’ll give you personal.” You started to go driving once again now with the guy in the passenger. “Light’s on, lights on.” He said repetitively, you turned on the lights. “Turn right.” At one point he had you pull over for him to take over driving. 

He pulled up to the hotel's underground parking. “Come up, I'll get you an uber.” You offered him. 

He gave her a uh-hu. “Sure, and uber.” He nodded. 

You and he rode up in the elevator. “So how much are your type of workers making nowadays?” You asked him. 

“Three hundred.” He replied. 

You arched a brow. “A night wow Impressive.” It came out more sarcastic than you meant it to. 

“An hour.” He smirked, your eyes widened. “So who are you, and why are you in the penthouse suite?” He arched his brow.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” She introduced. “I’m a-”

He cut you off.“CEO of the engineering company located in California.” 

“Yeah uh, Y/l/n Engineering.” You corrected it. “And who are you?”

“James Barnes, call me Bucky, or Buck, and you already know what I-” He cut himself off upon seeing the elevator doors open. “What the hell? I've never seen something like this, how can you- what the hell this is a mansion on top of a hotel?” 

“That’s kinda what a penthouse is.” You shrugged with a small laugh, pulling out your phone to get an uber for Bucky. “Fuck.” You said with slight irritation. “I hate this city.” You huffed. 

“What’s the wait time?” He asked, still looking amazed at the ceiling.

“Almost three hours.” You rolled your eyes. 

Bucky huffed. “I can stay on the couch.” 

“Bucky there’s multiple room’s, and since you have to stay I’ll pay you for a full eight hours, so a full night of sleep.” You offered softly.

Bucky nodded.“Yeah that seems fair.”

“I’ll get us some room service, uh what do you like?” You questioned as you walked to the phone in the living room section of the room. 

“Get what you like, I’ll eat and drink anything.” Bucky said passively. 

You glared at him. “I’m not your ‘client’ so tell me what you liked, for real, and I’ll get us anything.” 

His lips pierced. “Steak or Ribs but I don’t know.”

“Why not both.” You shrugged. 

Bucky shook his head. “No, I couldn’t ask for you to do that.” 

“It’s nothin’.” You shrugged, then called the font desk. “Um hi I wanna order two medium rare steaks, a full rack of ribs, and a bottle of the finest red wine.” Once off the phone you turned back to him. “It’ll be up in a little while.” 

The two of you sat down. “Tell me more about yourself, Bucky.” 

“Well I currently have two roommates.” He said.

“Are they aware of what you do?” You asked. 

He nodded. “They kinda have to, plus we know who’s paying most of the rent, also I bring work home.”

“You bring the women back to the apartment?” You said with furrowed brows. 

He laughed and shook his head. “No, I do cam work online too.”

“Oh.” You say. 

He looked at you. “Tell me about you.”

“I’m really not that interesting.” You laughed softly, he looked at you pointedly, then the elevator doors opened. 

“Miss. Y/l/n?” The hotel staff asked, looking for you. 

“Uh in the living room.” You say aloud. The man pushed a cart into the room. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“Call if you need anything Miss.” He turned to leave. 

You and Bucky ate the food brought up, along with drinking the wine. “This time really tell me about yourself.” Bucky pushed. 

“Alright.” You mumbled. “I live alone, just as of…” You looked at the time on your phone reading 1:47 A.M. “Yesterday, my most recent boyfriend broke up with me, and work is very important.” 

“That’s lonely, you’ve gotta have friends.” Bucky said looking kinda pitiful of you. 

You took a sip of the red wine. “I never said I didn’t have friends, I do, I just don’t work well in relationships.”

“Can’t get wet?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t seem to actually love.” You shrugged. 

“What about your family?” Bucky asked. “Surely you love your family.” 

“Of course I do, but I’m so focused on my work when I am in a relationship, I tend to uh as both of my ex’s said buy them off, or think that I only want them there at my beck and call.” You shrugged. 

Bucky smiled and chuckled softly. “Well baby, I wouldn’t mind being bought stuff and at someone's beck and call, I mean yeah you’d expect me to say something like that since I do what I do, but I literally haven't had a girlfriend or anything like that in years, I don’t think I could actually love someone like in a relationship like you feel, also sort of work oriented if you can say that, and if you think about it we’re similar people.”

“Your a sex adict, thats why your work orented.” You laughed with him at the sly joke. 

He shrugged. “Just maybe, but I know I can make you feel good baby.” He smirked, then he leaned over, and kissed up your leg and your inner thigh, then he took your lips in a deep kiss, he undid the belt that kept the white ‘dress’ which was an oversized pantsuit jacket, with a thick white leather belt, you’d already kicked off the white stilettos you wore earlier, he pulled your panties down, and slowly rubbed at your clit, making you moan out. 

Bucky hadn’t felt this way in along time, he felt a connection with you, and also lust, this wasn’t a fuck like usual this was a form of love. You pulled at the shirt he wore, and pulled it over his head, and undid his pants, he kissed at the place in between your shoulder and neck, while he still continued rubbing slowly at your clit, you pulled his pants and boxers you pulled forward slowly sitting on his erect dick, you moved slowly against him you kissed at his lips, yours slightly swollen, both of you combed your fingers though one another's hair, the low crackle of the fire in the background.