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Michael B. Jordan & Sterling K. Brown ๐ค
(another erik & n'jobu reunion moment!)
๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ย ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ค ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ธ: ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened ย 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:ย ๐Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below
โฅ ๐ถ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ฅ โฅ || || โฅ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก โฅ
A/N: ๐๐พHi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf ๐โจ
๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ธ: ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐
Making cupcakes for a block party wasnโt exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. Youโd begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.
It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You mightโve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadnโt really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.
You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you werenโt so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you wouldโve loved Sarahโs company, it didnโt sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You werenโt sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.
You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, itโs only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.
A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. โHey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on thingsโฆHow you holding up?โ
โฅ ๐น๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ โฅ
Feel it
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: NโJadaka x fem!reader.
Word count: 300.
Content: Smut (cowgirl, cervix kisses, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms).
A/N: Weโve reached the 14th of September and with that the prompt โYouโre going to make me cum againโ from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesnโt work like the others! Hereโs my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then thereโs the S3 compilation!
Feel it
Youโre riding NโJadaka. Sheets strewn to all sides, back slick with sweat. Large hands reaching up to knead at your breasts, pinching the nipples which only serves to make your cunt clamp down harder around him. Then those strong hands slide down your body, caressing your waist and squeezing your hips where one settles. Just one โ guiding your motion to grind rather than bounce.
And the other hand?
Snug between your bodies, calloused pad rubbing against your clit.
โThatโs it, baby,โ he purrs, โfeel that?โ
You let out a little whine, rubbing yourself against him. With each grind, his cock slides against the perfect spot, making you lose your senses. Bucking up into you, NโJadaka is making sure you are full, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Itโs too much.
โFuck,โ you gasp, thighs shaking.
โThatโs it. Feel it...take what you want, baby.โ
His voice is sin. The long finger that curls and rubs around your clit is sin. His cock is sin too but at least you had expected that when he planted the first kiss on your throat that evening.
โCum for me,โ he urges.
You canโt stop the swell of the tide if you had wanted to: with a shout, you arch your back as the heat of your orgasm rushes through you. You faintly feel your nails dig into his scarred chest but youโre too far gone to worry if it hurts โ all you can do is being consumed.
Then you slouch, head hanging, shoulders pulling you forward until you rest on NโJadaka who kisses every inch of skin he can reach.
The finger on your clit is still moving. Lazily. Sending jolts of overstimulation through you.
โY-youโre going to m-make me cum again,โ you whimper, feeling the built-up.
โGood,โ he just grins wickedly.
the way he grabs her up like that and growls in her ear.... mike you ain't slick WE KNOW HOW YOU GET DOWN
Are y'all over Black Panther fanfics or can I continue to bless y'all with some one shots that I have in my safe?
N'jadaka (f.k.a. Erik Stevens?) is a Black antagonist, a master strategist & relentless warrior, the cruel conqueror, Killmonger; he survived a threat against his native Wakanda in his youth, but at the cost of being lost to exile; growing up w/ a grudge against the throne & the nation, he honed his body & mind into deadly weapons, even seeking supernatural aid to exact revenge against them (on Earth, then later among the stars); even death has never been a permanent foil for his ambitions, to take the throne of Wakanda & the Black Panther mantle from T'Challa!