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Michael B. Jordan & Sterling K. Brown 🤍
(another erik & n'jobu reunion moment!)
𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 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 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit 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
❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥
A/N: 👋🏾Hi, 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 💕✨
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t 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. You’d 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 might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadn’t 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 weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t 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, it’s 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. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”
❥ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑨𝑶𝟑 ❥
Feel it
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: N’Jadaka x fem!reader.
Word count: 300.
Content: Smut (cowgirl, cervix kisses, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms).
A/N: We’ve reached the 14th of September and with that the prompt “You’re going to make me cum again” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then there’s the S3 compilation!
Feel it
You’re riding N’Jadaka. 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 – guiding your motion to grind rather than bounce.
And the other hand?
Snug between your bodies, calloused pad rubbing against your clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, “feel that?”
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, N’Jadaka is making sure you are full, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s too much.
“Fuck,” you gasp, thighs shaking.
“That’s it. Feel it...take what you want, baby.”
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.
“Cum for me,” he urges.
You can’t 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 you’re too far gone to worry if it hurts – all you can do is being consumed.
Then you slouch, head hanging, shoulders pulling you forward until you rest on N’Jadaka who kisses every inch of skin he can reach.
The finger on your clit is still moving. Lazily. Sending jolts of overstimulation through you.
“Y-you’re going to m-make me cum again,” you whimper, feeling the built-up.
“Good,” 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!