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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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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31

Part 31: Girl on Fire

Series Masterlist

Words: 6.7k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number… They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s three favorite qualities in a soldier.

Erik’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw him coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Erik asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Erik said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulina’s room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.

Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.

“We went shopping,” Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. “Our car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then… I w-went home.”

“So she was attacked in her apartment?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Kat went on. “But she didn’t make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway… One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.”

Great. More people in his business.

“My number was the emergency contact on her phone,” Kat went on. “They called me.”

“I’m sorry this happened, Kat,” Bucky said, his patience slipping. “But you didn’t need me to come down here to pay the bill.”

“What if this wasn’t random?” Kat asked.

“What else would it be?” he countered.

“Steve,” she said. “I think Steve is behind this.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why would you think Steve had anything to do with this?”’

“Why?” Kat threw her hands up. “Isn’t it obvious? With everything you’ve done to him? With you taking me away from him? He’s hitting back.”

That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, he’d put Rogers through some things. And it wouldn’t be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.

“Yeah, he’ll try.” Bucky stared her down. “But what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didn’t take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.”

Kat looked affronted. “You took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.”

“Still not seeing a connection,” Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.

Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t need Kat.

“Banner betrayed him,” she said. “Maybe that’s why they went after Paulina.”

It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Banner’s side piece. Banner was out of the Rogers’ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Banner’s mistress after the fact? It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t Rogers’ style.

That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Stark’s turf after Rogers ousted him. Then he’d disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Erik asked. “Did the neighbor see anything?”

“No,” Kat told them. “They just found her. Beaten… Don’t you understand? She wasn’t robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?”

Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.

“Pain and death are always the point,” Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. “But Steve’s not after you, Katerina. He’s not after you sister.”

Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.

“When Rogers strikes at me,” he explained, “he’ll make it hurt. He’ll make it personal.”

“This is personal,” her voice was rising. “This does hurt.”

“You and your sister maybe,” Bucky told her. “It’s not personal for me. It doesn’t hurt. I’d have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I don’t.”

Tears slid from her eyes now. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.

Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?

Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.

Paulina’s arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the woman’s back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.

Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and she’d be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating she’d taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankle…

Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.

“Still think this is random?” she asked, still swiping away tears.

Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. “I’ll handle the billing,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldn’t get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?

Was it a message for him?

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After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.

“Bucky?”

He jumped at how off-guard she’d caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked irritably. He didn’t like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.

“I’m sorry.” She looked it.

As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.

“It’s for you,” she said forlornly. “Thank you for helping Paulina.”

Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. “She out of the hospital yet?”

Kat nodded. “She’s home. Resting. I’m staying with her since we don’t know who did this… or why.”

Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right… “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?”

“And mine?” she asked, flashing him a smile.

“You said you were staying with her,” he pointed out. “You stay with her, someone’s looking after you too.”

The smile faded and he couldn’t even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. He’d had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasn’t unique. She wouldn’t even be memorable.

And she’d served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadn’t succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadn’t been hurt.

No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.

Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what he’d always been told about the old boss’s surviving child. His bitch wife, who’d ripped Bucky’s family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the man’s son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.

Even so, Bucky hated her. He’d been glad she was disfigured, glad she’d never be out in the world. He’d even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.

Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that she’s engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.

When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasn’t likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore mother’s face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogers’ kitchen.

Rogers knew what he was doing. He didn’t care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didn’t care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided he’d do whatever it took to take Rogers’ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.

But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.

Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.

Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.

By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.

But he’d never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogers’ bride wasn’t just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his men’s loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.

And she would be Bucky’s at the end of this. It was going to happen.

Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But he’d wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then he’d drop the hammer.

“Do you really care so little about me?” Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

It wasn’t a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.

“Do we really care about each other?” he wanted to know. “Relationships aren’t based solely on love. That’s the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Don’t make this something more than it really is.”

Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.

Kat watched him expectantly.

Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.

He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.

“These are nice,” he told her with a grin. “Thank you… What else do we have here?”

Kat’s brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.

“There was nothing else,” she said, looking confused.

But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers – five human fingers – he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, staring at those digits.

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I feel sick.”

Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.

Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogers’ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.

Fuck.

Bucky hadn’t ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadn’t known a thing about it until after Rogers’ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.

Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansen’s? He didn’t think so. Hansen had big hands, he didn’t remember the fingers being slender.

Well, they’d find out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.

Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?

It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasn’t usually so theatrical. He’d hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.

This? It was puzzling. And not Rogers’ style at all.

What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?

***

The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasn’t on it. He’d been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.

Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead man’s fingers still had him rattled.

“Found out who those fingers belonged to,” Erik got right into it. “Belonged to one of Hansen’s men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.”

Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didn’t get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something he’d do.

The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.

“Hansen’s still alive,” Buck said flatly.

Erik nodded. “There’s no proof he’s not.”

“Anything else?”

His man’s dark-eyed gaze met his. “I sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.”

A wise move on the man’s part.

“You don’t think he targeted Paulina, do you?” Erik asked.

Bucky shook his head. “Not with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. He’d make sure she knew it was him.”

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. “Any word on Rogers?”

“You knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,” Erik said.

“Frankenstein?” Bucky asked.

“Neal Logiudice,” Erik explained. “Pop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.”

Bucky snorted. He could see that.

“Then he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,” Erik continued. “Grab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.”

Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dyson’s loss on top of Logiudice’s betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.

Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansen’s hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.

“Does anyone know?” Bucky pressed. “Was Rogers shot?”

“Most likely,” Erik told him. “There’s different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didn’t get shot in Hansen’s grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. He’d apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnes’ family.

There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathers’ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.

Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then he’d found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didn’t last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldn’t make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?

Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansen’s men in Kat’s little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Kat’s sister.

While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sister’s place and there she would stay under close watch. He didn’t think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But he’d keep them under glass for now to make sure.

Rogers?

There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead man’s fingers. It wasn’t just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that she’d been taken under Bucky’s command even if it wasn’t his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.

It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.

And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldn’t slow down now. He couldn’t let Rogers even the score.

“My Vinny’s gotten here yet?” Bucky asked. He’d sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinny’s was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Bucky’s best soldiers.

“I’ll go check,” Erik said, heading off to do that.

It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie he’d been wanting to watch. His meal didn’t disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what he’d wanted.

After he’d digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.

Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in there…

Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found… meat?

He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.

“What the fuck?” Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.

Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.

It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroom…

***

“I am so sorry,” Erik said for the hundredth time. “I looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.”

Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinny’s, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And he’d specifically requested that Zemo take Vinny’s brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.

Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.

Was it Rogers? If so, he didn’t like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.

“We’ll try to figure out who those…” Erik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. “That’s all I’ve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?”

Erik didn’t drop his gaze, didn’t back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.

But it wasn’t exclusively Erik’s fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.

“Boss,” Zemo called, walking into his living room.

Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasn’t going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.

“We went through Vinny’s, and we found this in Vinny’s office,” Zemo explained carefully. “It’s for you. Vinny swears he didn’t see who left it and he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“You believe him?” It was an honest question.

Zemo nodded.

Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, “Hint: It’s not Snow White’s.”

Bucky really shouldn’t have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldn’t have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadn’t done in years.

It’s not Snow White’s.

Erik looked concerned. “I’ll get on figuring out who that is,” he offered.

Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didn’t have a human heart in it.

“I think… I might know who this is,” Bucky said when he caught his breath. “It’s not Snow White’s. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.” Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. “This is the heart of a pig.”

His men didn’t speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.

“This is making a little sense now,” Bucky told them. “Erik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.”

The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.

“Who do you think that is?” Erik asked.

“That?” Bucky pointed to the carton. “That’s the heart of a pig. I’ll be really fucking surprised if it’s not Bruce Banner.”

Zemo’s brows shot up. Neither man spoke.

“Kat was right,” Bucky said. “This is Rogers hitting back. But… it isn’t.”

Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.

“Think about each incident,” Bucky told them as he paced. “Paulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of it’s personal. It’s very, very personal.”

“Personal?” Zemo asked.

That stopped Bucky. “Don’t you see? Paulina was Banner’s side piece. Someone did a number on her.”

“In a way that could be covered up,” Erik muttered.

“Yes!” Bucky pointed to him. “Exactly. Hold that thought… And now, here’s the cheating, deceitful pig’s heart.” He continued pacing. “The tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.”

Understanding lit up Erik’s face. “What about the fingers? That guy?”

Bucky shook his head. “The guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, boss?” Zemo asked.

“Each of these messages were sent on Rogers’ behalf,” Bucky explained. “But I don’t think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else… All three messages have one thing in common… A woman scorned.”

Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.

“Bruce Banner was married to Rogers’ sister, but she didn’t love him,” Bucky told them. “She loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why he’d beat his wife where it didn’t show. It's why he shot Barton.”

“Then,” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. “Hansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansen’s order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.”

“Explain Logiudice,” Erik said.

Bucky smirked at him. “Oh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..” An idea with merit.

“You think a woman gave these orders?” Zemo looked puzzled.

“Maybe,” Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. “I need to talk to one of these women first.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“I need you to find the girl from the donut shop,” Bucky told them. “I need to see if she knows anything we don’t before I make any decisions.”

***

Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.

When he walked around, she didn’t look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didn’t mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and he’d help her find her way out of his world.

Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.

She didn’t look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. She’d made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.

He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didn’t intend to keep her long.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“I want to apologize to you for what happened,” he said without preamble. “The man who… While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasn’t an order I gave. I know that doesn’t change a lot for you. But you should know that.”

Again, she just nodded.

“And I do want to help you,” Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. “I’ve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.”

“What do you want?” she asked quietly.

Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “There is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing he’d framed the question in a different way. But it was out now so…

“Do you know his name?” Bucky asked her.

“Lloyd,” she said. “Sir.”

Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloyd’s kinks or hangups.

“He didn’t give you any other names?”

“No,” she said.

“Another man brought you to Lloyd’s house,” Bucky said quietly. “Did you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Tell me about the day you got out,” Bucky said.

She shrugged nervously. “A man broke down the door and helped me out,” she said. “That’s all.”

Bucky frowned. That didn’t sound right. “You didn’t hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?”

After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. “It was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. Guns…”

So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasn’t happy about that. None of his men swept the house?

“Where did the other man take you once he got you out?” Bucky asked.

The young woman blew out a long sigh. “To a friend’s,” she said slowly.

He nodded. “I don’t need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?”

She shook her head.

He hated to ask. “Did he let anyone else…”

“No,” she said quickly.

“All right,” Bucky said in a kinder tone. “What can you tell me about the guy who got you out?”

She was still for a moment, before shrugging. “Not much. I wasn’t… trying to look at him.”

“Did you see any women?” Bucky asked. “Any other younger women like yourself, about your size?“ Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?

“No,” she said after a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.

“Ask about other women?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you'd seen someone I’m interested in,” Bucky said simply.

“Why are you interested in her?” the young woman asked.

“For many reasons,” Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. “For our purposes here, I’m curious about the part she played in the last few days.”

She sighed again but didn’t move as he stood above her.

Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.

“Take this and make a fresh start,” he told her. “But this talk didn't take place. You understand?”

Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but she’d stopped moving.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t…”

She couldn't take the money?

“I’ve got it,” another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?

The pain didn’t subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.

Was the blade coated in poison?

The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.

Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“You!” he managed. “You fucking bitch! You’re… You did this?!”

Her eyes were fierce on him. “I did,” she said.

"Evil bitch," he hissed.

"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."

His gaze darted to the backpack and back.

“And you’re taking the fucking money… too?”

Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.

“I’m giving it to her,” she said as Belova pulled her away. “Just like you wanted.”

Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?

"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.

She held his gaze. "He is."

"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."

"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.

“I’m… I'll get you!” Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"

"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."

Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.

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nareyacute101 · 1 year

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I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 10 months

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Imagine Part 4:

Rapper Erik and Y/N are official. How are they handling the new relationship?

“Tell us your name, gorgeous, and where you’re from and how we can connect with you.”

She blushed into the camcorder with a bright white smile and dark brown eyes.

“My name is Tasia. I’m from Houston. You can follow me on Instagram at Tasia Marie.”

The videographer panned Tasia’s body with the camcorder. Tasia gave him a sexy pose while seated in the back of a bright yellow 2023 Porsche 718 Cayman. She’s wearing a sage halter dress and her hair is styled in large knotless braids with sleek edges.

“Tell us a little bit about Tasia.”

Tasia pondered with a cute smirk on her face. She giggled and licked her glossy lips before speaking.

“I’m twenty eight years old. I love to dance and model. I’m a great cook. My sign is a Scorpio. I love to have fun and just…see the world, you know? Let’s get some stamps on our passports together.”

“I hear that! Now, you’re on set of E-rratic’s highly anticipated video shoot. He hand picked you to be his leading lady. How does that make you feel? Let the people know!”

“I feel special. Not everyday an opportunity like this comes your way. I’ve been waiting for the moment to star in a video with GRIZZLEY. And plus, backseat interlude is on rotation right now so it’s only right.”

The video set had a late night, city vibe with wet pavements and a low ambiance from the many colorful lights that illuminated the city of Tokyo. E-rratic wanted to take it up a notch and shoot his video in Tokyo, Japan; one of the places on his bucket list to travel to. He had an entire script to make it like a movie. KILL-OCHO is a wanted man by the Yakuza who wants revenge for coming into Tokyo and making a name for himself. He steals the lead member’s woman (Tasia) just because he could. It’s Tokyo drift meets street fighter.

The first two days on set were about filming for his hit single titled ‘punisher’ and now he was ready to give a little sexy, steamy realness with back seat interlude. The fans were begging him to make a video for the short song so he secretly decided to add it in the video to please his fans. It was never his intention but he’s glad that he did it anyway.

“Speak of the devil…”

E-rratic slid into the back seat of the Porsche next to Tasia with no shirt on, flaunting his muscular strength by picking her up and placing her within his lap. Tasia giggled and draped her slender arms around his neck. E-rratic smiled into the camcorder with his diamond-encrusted canines and dimples on display. Tasia couldn’t focus on anything around her except E-rratic. He had her in a trance. Thick, diamond chains hung from his tattoo-covered neck and diamond rings decorated his thick fingers. He smelled like money and looked like money. In Tasia’s mind, she couldn’t wait to taste the money on his plump lips. To even be within his personal space took a lot of strength to keep it together. In her mind, don’t no bitch want E-rratic as bad as she does.

Not even his girl friend Y/N.

“What are we about to get into KING KILLMONGER? Let the fans know.”

E-rratic gave a deep chuckle that vibrated his chest. Tasia could feel the rumble and she shivered in his grasp. E-rratic turned to look at her, his obsidian eyes low and wanton.

“This lucky girl gettin’ that exclusive treatment. We about to film back seat interlude. Gotta give the fans what they want, feel me?”

“And what’s that?” The videographer asked.

“Straight sexiness.” E-rratic replied.

Tasia blushes before pressing her face into E-rratic’s neck taking in a whiff of his Versace Dylan Blue cologne. He tapped the side of her hip to get her attention and Tasia discreetly gripped his hand to try and place it on her ass. This isn’t the first time she tried to get him to do something in between takes.

“Looks like everything is a go. Y’all ready?”

Hype Williams walked over to the car to make sure everything was good to go before he called action. E-rratic gave him a thumbs up while positioning Tasia to straddle his lap. She playfully bounced on him, her ass jiggling out of control.

“Aye, chill out,” E-rratic gave her a smirk but his tone was icy, “just do your part, girl. Sit and be pretty.”

Hype Williams walked away laughing.

“That’s no fun,” Tasia whispered, “You know what I want.”

“Yeah, I know. And you ain’t getting it.” E-rratic replied with a hushed tone.

“Not fair. I want what you gave that groupie on your tour bus…”

E-rratic ignored her and Tasia didn’t like that. She was going to get it out of him one way or another.

“ACTION!”

We gon’ fuck for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seat…

The water on set came pouring down like rain over the car. A neon blue light covered their bodies causing the white of their teeth, the diamonds they were wearing, and the green of Tasia’s dress to pop. Kill pressed his lips against Tasia’s ear as if he were sensually whispering the lyrics of the song to her. As if it were his own words serenading her. Tasia arched her back and combed her nails through E-rratic’s locs.

Watch how I blow that back out make yo’ pretty ass tap out…

Tasia looked into the camera with a seductive gaze while E-rratic continued to spit his explicit lyrics. His hands dragged from her back to her ass where he cuffed her booty for extra emphasis on the back he was going to blow out. Tasia started grinding her hips in E-rratics lap and biting her lip.

Fat ass on you girl I had to take that pussy in the back of my Audi

Got your face down and that ass to the north (damn that arch is nice)

“CUT!”

E-rratic gave Tasia a little push and she slid off of his lap and to the seat next to him. E-rratic climbed out and walked off for a smoke break so Tasia could have some screen time alone. She’s supposed to flaunt in front of the camera while the song plays in the background for added sexiness. As the camera zoomed in to her, Tasia moved her body in time to the lyrics. When E-rratic said to arch your back, she was face down, ass up in the back seat with her tiny dress almost revealing the lack of underwear.

E-rratic entered his trailer and cracked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of his vanity where his weed and pre-rolled blunts are. After taking a swig of alkaline water, Erratic sparked up a blunt. Blunt hanging between his thick lips, he pulled up his special girl’s number and FaceTimed her back at the hotel. After the third ring, she answered with a towel wrapped around her body and her expensive bundles clipped to the top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”

“Mhm. Not enough if you’re not here with me right now.” Y/N replied.

E-rratic’s eyes roamed over her body covered in a fluffy white towel. The amount of soft, brown skin that teased him was enough to make him go back to her. She gave him a look with an arched brow, challenging him to come to her and that was E-rratic’s favorite look. He loved it when Y/N got sassy with him. It let him know she wanted to get fucked harder. Longer. With his long dick. He chuckled when she turned around to tease him, bending over in the camera and shaking her ass from left to right.

“You know daddy got work to do. I thought you said you love that I’m a hard worker?”

“I do, but it’s going on day three of this shit and I haven’t been able to properly enjoy you.”

“Whatchu ‘bout to do?” E-rratic leaned into the camera with his blunt between his fingers, “Don’t do nothing that’s gonna get you in trouble, sexy. Thought I told you that pussy is off limits when I’m away? Don’t be hard headed.”

“Or what?” Y/N spoke defiantly, “Because you’re all the way over there, and I’m here. Can’t discipline me through the phone, Erik.”

“You talk so much shit and when I show up you sing a different tune. But I love it though, you real cute, baby.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of their hotel bed to apply some vanilla oil to her skin.

“Is that chick behaving herself or do I have to pull up?”

E-rratic’s intense stare and slight smirk distracted her for a second. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss and licking her top lip lustily.

“I got it under control. You know the ladies love E-rratic. How do you think I got you?”

He gave her a charming, dimpled smile.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me now and those bitches don’t stand a chance?”

“You right. And you already know where I stand. So don’t waste your energy on these hoes. It’s me and you.”

“Actions speak louder than words…”

E-rratic could sense the lack of confidence in her voice. Clearly, no amount of words will make her feel any better. It’s what comes with the lifestyle. E-rratic is a wanted man. No matter where he goes, some chick will throw themselves at him. They drop the panties for him, take off their bras for him, cheat on their men for him, risk it all to get some of that dick from him. That’s just how it is. It’s been years since he’d been in a committed relationship. He never imagined himself being where he is right now with Y/N; a fan. Respectfully, she’s more than a fan to him. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about her. She had something that he couldn’t resist.

“And haven’t I proven to you that I’m all about you?” E-rratic said, tilting his head into the camera.

“Yes,” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, “Maybe I still can’t believe that I’m with you.”

“You’re rare, baby. I can’t believe the hold you have on me too. You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

Y/N got comfortable on her side, one hand holding the front of her towel while the other propped her head up. The curve of her hip beneath that towel had E-rratic’s mouth watering.

“What’s that?”

“…How you woke me up this morning with my dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes staring up at me.”

“I could use some dick in my mouth right now if you were here with me,” Y/N said.

“Just your mouth?” E-rratic replied with faux shock, voice holding a bit of rasp.

“Of course not. That’s just the beginning. This pussy too.”

“Mhm,” E-rratic took a hit from his blunt, allowing the purple haze strain to crowd his senses, “Daddy’s pretty pussy?”

Y/N gave him a sluggish nod of her head with a tantalizing bite of her lower lip.

“I’ve been thinking about that phat pussy all day. That shit is mine.”

“All yours,” Y/N said with a giggle.

“I got some time to kill, take that towel off and show me that pussy.”

E-rratic didn’t waste time. He sat up in his seat, pecks jumping and ab muscles flexing. Y/N couldn’t see his lower half that well, only the band to his white Calvin Klein’s. That brought her back to his recent Calvin Klein ad. Y/N made herself comfortable on her back facing the camera. She took the towel off and spread her legs to reveal her wet pussy to E-rratic. His deep grunt sent shivers down her spine.

“I want that pussy in my mouth so bad right now. First thing ima do when I get back is stick my tongue so far up your pussy…Fuuck.”

Y/N spread her lips for him so he could get a better look at how soaked she is for him. The contrast of her designer acrylics against the smooth, glistening flesh of her folds almost had him foaming at the mouth.

“When I get to you, I’m a have you crying.”

“You know I can’t wait for that. You can find me ready and in position on the couch as soon as you get here.”

“Hmm…it’s like that?” E-rratic grabbed his crotch.

“All for you, Erik.”

“I love it when you say my name…it just rolls off your tongue all sexy and shit,” E-rratic smirked, “You gon’ moan my name?”

“Moan, sing, shout, all that,” Y/N replied.

“That’s a good girl—give me a second, I’m coming—they want me back on set—”

“They can wait.”

Y/N brought two wet fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. E-rratic watched her with so much concentration. He slowly licked his lips as if he were the one enjoying her taste. If he could lick the screen and sample a taste, he would.

“Aren’t you so lucky that you get to have all of this?” Y/N said.

“Shit, aren’t you so lucky that you get to sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

The thought alone had Y/N rubbing circles on her clit. Her head went back and she let out soft moans that bounced off of the walls of his trailer.

“Can’t believe your favorite rapper eats that pussy up, huh?” E-rratic strained his neck to see if anyone was waiting outside of his trailer, “Got me talkin’ crazy right now…”

“Please hurry up, I need you,” Y/N moaned.

“I promise…hey…look at me…get your fingers off my pussy…I promise I’ll come straight to you when I’m done.”

Y/N kisses her teeth and to both of their disappointment, she closes her legs and sits up on the bed. Full titties with stiff nipples met his eyes and it didn’t make things better. The way his dick throbbed, you would think it was ready to burst through his zipper. The ache was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how he was going to be able to conceal a brick hard dick from Tasia. Have her thinking a torpedo is ready to blast off up her pussy with how hard he is.

“Aight, we gotta behave ourselves. Go put on a robe and order yourself something to eat. Give me another hour and I’ll be right to you, baby girl. We can fuck with Joshi Luck on in the background.”

Y/N gave E-rratic an adorable pout with sad eyes. He picked up his phone and puckered his lips to give her a couple kisses through the phone. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he came back to that hotel. He already knew that she was going to make herself cum at least twice.

“You’re gon’ be a good girl for me?” E-rratic questioned.

“I promise.” Y/N replied innocently.

“Aight, we’ll see. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way.”

E-rratic ended the FaceTime and left his trailer so he could get this shit over with. As he walked back to set, he had to keep internally reminding himself to get Y/N off his brain until this was all over.

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How could Y/N describe what being with E-rratic felt like?

Euphoric

Like a dream

Perfect

Her fantasy made into reality

The greatest feeling in the world

Not one word could perfectly express how she felt being with Erik. Her Erik. E-rratic Leader was her man. Saying that felt so unreal. Thinking about it felt like she was living a fictional life. She couldn’t begin to explain how happy she was. She never thought she’d see herself laid up in his hotel bed in another country wearing an iced-out Cuban link with her name on it or a diamond tennis anklet with his given name on it.

Just three months after the tour, everything happened so fast. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this what God had planned for her? Y/N resigned from her full time job, packed her bags—even though he got her a whole new wardrobe—and moved to LA. After the first half of the tour leg, Erik asked her to be his official girl. Y/N said yes before he could even get his words out. She told her family and friends, despite some of their disappointment. Her mother was the hardest to convince. Her father’s opinion didn’t really matter to her since he’s hardly in her life. Her sisters and cousins were nothing but judgmental, and her friends were protective.

Still, every morning when she wakes up in his California king bed wrapped in luxury sheets with the highest thread count, she can’t believe that she’s sleeping next to E-rratic. Sharing a home with E-rratic. Driving his cars, eating food prepared by his personal chef, working out with his personal trainer, meeting his celebrity friends, and shopping with his money. She didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her set with racks. She could wake up and find five bands sitting on the side table next to the bed for her. He loved giving her bouquets of roses in different colors wrapped with individual bills.

Whatever Erik wanted, she gave him no questions asked. That’s what comes with treating your woman right. Dick in mouth, ass in the air, pussy for the taking. She wore what he liked, styled her hair how he liked, got her nails done how he liked. Before their trip to Tokyo, Y/N got his name tatted on her hip and her clit pierced with a golden topaz and titanium ring to match the nipple piercings. She planned to do her tongue next.

Everywhere they went, he would assert his dominance with his arm around her waist and his hand resting on her hip. He’d introduce her as his woman with such confidence and the biggest ego. So why did Y/N feel like it was all temporary? That he would find interest in some other girl and drop her back off to Detroit. It was all too surreal to believe it would last. Y/N dreamed of this. She was satisfied with just one opportunity with him, but to have him every single day, whenever and wherever, it blew her fucking mind.

With new fame came controversy. Y/N went from 2K followers on Instagram to 1.5 million. She had to limit her comments to avoid an influx of rude, nasty people and she had to stay off of Twitter. Don’t even get her started on the blogs. The blogs were eating her up. Groupie. Hoe. One of many to have E-rratic. Some say it won’t last, others say she won’t be the same when her heart gets broken. She had to block all of them too.

“When you let the shit people say get to you, it controls your life. You gotta ignore the bullshit.”

E-rratic knew first hand what it was like. He had to learn to live his life the way he wanted and not how people watching him wanted him to be. He wanted the same for Y/N.

“This shit is new for me too. I want it to work. I really like you, Y/N. Hell, I think I love you. It feels like love. You love me?”

The feelings she felt for him ran deeper than him being her favorite rapper. She felt as if he were her soulmate. That God sent him to her. It was more than being with her celebrity crush. She got to know him. Not E-rratic. Erik. Erik Stevens. Born and raised in Oakland, CA. A parentless child at the age of twelve. Living with his grandparents and getting into trouble. In and out of jail. So smart he got a full ride to M.I.T. How he met the love of his life in school and how she was going to have his baby before it was all taken away from him. How he turned to music as an outlet to keep his mind right. She felt honored and special to know all of that about him.

After eating her Japanese wagyu steak dinner and drinking some of Erik’s Japanese Whiskey, she fixed her hair and put on her YSL Cassandra Sandals in black patent. Y/N put on a little makeup with a bold red lip and put on Erik’s new album. She loved it. He was in his producer bag for sure. Some of the best music to come out recently. She already knew he was going to sweep at the Grammys. The imposing beats that gave way to nostalgic bops and transitioned into sexy instrumentals just showed how diverse he was. The lyrics hit every time for her. This was true art to her.

Take off the top, baby let’s ride

She want the boss, the one own the tribe

Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride….

His voice, the energy he was giving off, the sexy beat, the background vocals of a woman moaning. It was all too much.

I told her “I ain’t GRIZZLEY, baby, call me SEX.”

If you my hoe, I call you sexy (yeahhh)

I wanna see what you got inside

Can you make it say ahhh

Turn on yo side

While I switch lanes to pull over to the side

I promise it won’t hurt

Unless you make it hurt (yeahhh)

You know them other niggas can’t do it like this (yeahhh)

The lyrics to backseat interlude had her feeling herself. She knew that she was supposed to wait for him to get there, but she was naked and horny and listening to his voice couldn’t keep her under control. Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her glass of whiskey on the table. She got down on her back with her legs spread open and resumed rubbing her clit. To her surprise, she was still wet from their FaceTime. The song had slowly faded in the background and Y/N paused to play it again.

Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She closed her eyes. If Erik were there with her, he would be instructing her on how to touch herself. He’d tell her to start off slow and steady while rubbing her clit. To follow the speed of his soothing voice. She mimicked the speed of his voice on backseat interlude. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the cool air of the hotel room. In her mind, she was envisioning herself sitting between his legs in front of a mirror while his hand did all the work and she sat there like a good girl.

“Erik…Erik…Erik…”

Two fingers slipped inside and with her other hand she continued to rub her clit. She brought her knees to her chest and moaned his name over and over again. The song had stopped but she was already close to cumming so it didn’t matter anymore.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your big dick inside of me…”

The anticipation was killing her. Every time with Erik felt like the first time. He was made to control her body. The way they’re bodies are in sync is both scary and amazing. He didn’t have to tell her how he liked it anymore, she knew what to do. From the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the floor, to the bed, she knew how to take his dick in every position possible.

“I’m so wet…I can’t believe how wet I am…”

Hee fingers were damn near slipping into a puddle of arousal whenever her fingers would pump inside of her. Her clit was so ridged beneath the pads of her fingers. She desperately needs his tongue to replace all of this.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, shit…”

Hee inner thighs began to quake out of control and her body seized up like she was frozen in ice. Her mouth fell open with surprise and all she could feel seeping between her meaty thighs was her cum. A small puddle formed beneath her. Y/N inspected her fingers and there was cum dripping down to the palm of her hand. She cleaned her digits off and sat up on the couch, tacky skin sticking to the leather sofa.

Hee phone vibrated next to her and when she noticed his name she picked it up and answered.

“Open the door for daddy.”

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E-rratic gave BIG WILL the evening off and sent him to his room. There was no need for him to guard the door. E-rratic was rummaging in his jeans pockets, he realized that he left his key card back at the trailer on set. E-rratic pulled out his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the first ring.

“Open the door for daddy.”

She hung up in his ear and E-rratic could hear her foot steps rushing to the door. She opened it wearing a robe and E-rratic rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his much larger body against her small, soft one and Y/N ended up with her back against the wall across from the door and her arms above her head. E-rratic interlocked his fingers with hers to keep her in place while his skillful tongue slithered into her mouth hot and heavy. E-rratic brought one hand down to open her robe while the other hand gripped both of her hands.

“You smell like sugar and sweat…you played with my pussy while I was gone?”

Y/N was so enraptured with him being there that she didn’t respond. E-rratic smoothed his hand down her stomach until his fingers were separating her outer lips to investigate for himself. He smiled slightly as his eyes bore into hers.

“And I can taste that Suntory Hibiki on your tongue. Turning up without daddy?”

E-rratic removed his fingers from between her legs and gripped her chin.

“You can’t speak now?” He said with an arch of his brow.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She finally spoke.

“What I tell you? Hm?”

Y/N looked E-rratic up and down.

“Okay…okay…I see what you want…let’s go.”

E-rratic grabbed Y/N by the waist and they walked to the bathroom. Inside, E-rratic instructed Y/N to take off her robe and undress him. She removed her fluffy robe and walked up to him, taking off his white T-shirt first. She noticed a lipstick stain on it and her eyes locked with his. He followed her finger and when he saw the stain he kissed his teeth.

“From set. She must’ve done that while we were filming in the car.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Lil mama. You know I ain’t get down like that.”

E-rratic planted a kiss to her cheek.

“You tryna ruin the moment. I ain’t seen you all day.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, “Maybe I should have been your video girl instead…”

E-rratic smirked at her before lifting her chin so she could look up at him.

“Say the word and I’ll do this shit all over again. I’ll make you the leading lady.”

Y/N took a moment to think about it, but ultimately she shook her head.

“Nah, that’s more money and time put in. She just better watch herself before I snatch her ass up.”

“You sure?” E-rratic tucked his chin and gave her a serious look, “I’m good for it, you already know that.”

“I’m sure. Now, where were we?”

E-rratic licked his lips, “That’s my baby girl. Finish what you started…”

Y/N continued to remove E-rratic’s T-shirt. The more skin revealed, the more she would kiss and lick him all over. When the shirt fell to the floor, Y/N locked eyes with E-rratic while taking off his pants. He watched her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her up. When his briefs were the last to go, Y/N cupped his sack in her hand and got onto her top toes to get a kiss. Their tongues danced and their lips made sloppy wet noises the more they molded into each other.

Y/N took off his briefs and the way his dick was looking semi hard had her ready to suck it until it was fully solid in her jaws. E-rratic chuckled at her expression and turned to get into the standing shower with multiple jets. Y/N grabbed her claw clip and joined him, not caring that she had already taken a shower before. The warm water painted their skin and Y/N grabbed a soap sponge to clean him off. She started with his back, sudsing him up real good, amazed at how the soap tricked down his spine to his toned ass.

When he turned to face her, she got down on her knees and dragged the sponge down his torso and then squeezed soap all over his thick pole. She went to clean his legs and feet and when she came back up to his dick and balls, she used the sponge first to clean him, then she used her hands to stroke the soap all over his shaft. E-rratic looked down at her through the curtain of locs that framed his forehead. Water trickled down his body tantalizingly until his dick was free of soap.

“Suck this dick,” E-rratic commanded.

Y/N opened her mouth and wrapped her greedy lips around the tip of his dick. She went lower, her eyes never leaving his, until he was at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears and removed her mouth, his dick with a string of spit dangling in front of her. She used her tongue to massage the sides of his shaft. She used her lips like a suction for his nut sack just so she could hear him groan.

“This my fucking dick,” She moaned.

“Then make your dick cum,” E-rratic spoke with a gruff tone, “Do what I like. No hands, all mouth, lots of spit. Make that shit nasty.”

Y/N engulfed his dick again and started bobbing her head up and down while her hand massaged his heavy sack. She squeezed his sack to keep him still and the more she did that, the harder he became in her mouth. So hard to the point where she couldn’t suck him all the way down with ease anymore. The vein on the underside of his shaft made it more difficult. She used her tongue to flick the deep vein and he hissed.

“Do that shit, baby, Gahdamn,” E-rratic’s brows drew together, “Fuuck, I’m gonna bust…”

Y/N was showing out. The slurping grew louder and E-rratic’s thighs started shaking. His fingers turned into fists and he threw his head back. All she could see was that perfect body and the length of his neck. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva covered his dick and she would slurp it up and spit it back out to make it as sloppy as she could.

“Stay on that tip…just like that…I’m gonna fuck you so good…SHITTTT!”

His ass muscles tightened and a stream of cum hit the back of her throat. He stared down at her with disbelief.

“You the only bitch to make a nigga nut like he been backed up for days…where you been all my life? Wish I would’ve wifed you up…”

Her eyes sparkled when he said that. He avoided touching her hair and reached for her hands. He helped her to her feet and immediately pressed his lips against hers.

“Let me wash you off now…”

E-rratic took the sponge and applied soap to it. He made her turn around so that her back was facing him and she placed her hands on the shower wall. He started at her shoulders, then he rubbed circles into her back with the sponge. His dick was sitting between her cheeks and his lips were pressed against her ear. After he washed her ass and then dragged the sponge around to the front, cleaning her breasts and squeezing the sponge so that soap could run down her body.

“You look good with my name tatted on your hip.” E-rratic whispered, “That let’s me know that it’s real.”

Y/N released a sigh of pleasure when E-rratic replaced the sponge with a soft rag and some sensitive wash to clean her pussy. With one hand he held her lips open while he gently cleansed her inner folds, careful not to get her piercing caught on the rag. When he was finished, he placed the rag on the side of the shower and turned her around to face him.

“Get your pretty ass in the room so I can have my way with you,” E-rratic whispered against her lips, “All night long, girl.”

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E-rratic had turned the lights off in the room and on the flat screen, wall-mounted TV, he resumed the Hentai they were watching the night before. Joshi Luck episode four titled ‘raw’. That’s how he was getting into that pussy tonight. The episode started off with big anime titties. E-rratic, still wearing his chains, was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Y/N who has her ass in the air. She’s looking back at him over her shoulder, bouncing her ass in his face.

He got behind her and put his face in her pussy from behind. Not wasting any time, E-rratic started sucking her pussy from the back with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The sound of slurping and sucking from the hentai and E-rratic had Y/N dripping on his tongue like she sprung a leak. She sat up on one hand and reached behind her to grab the back of his head. She dragged her ass up and down his face and he poked his tongue out so she could ride his tongue.

He could never get over the taste of her. That’s why any chance he gets, he has his mouth between her legs.

I want it like this now,” E-rratic got down on his back, “Get up here.”

Giggling, Y/N climbed over his face and dropped her pussy into his mouth. His eyes never left hers and she loved the way he looked below her. Y/N gripped him by his locs and started grinding her hips in slow motion. E-rratic followed her movements with his tongue all over her slit. She bounced her titties in her hands to give him a show and moaned his name. Behind her, his dick was saluted to the ceiling. A hard pipe to sink onto. She reached behind her to stroke him.

“That dick is so hard. You gonna fuck me good with this, daddy?”

He responded with his lips sucking her jeweled clit between his lips. Y/N let out a string of loud moans.

“The wetter I am, the better it will feel when I’m on that dick,” Y/N looked down at him, “Hurry up and make me cum.”

E-rratic frowned at her and Y/N knew what that look meant. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted and she better not run. He could feel her body tightening up above him. He couldn’t speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she knew to stay right on his mouth. Her beautiful face contorted with uncontrollable emotions and the hold he had on her hips took a lot of strength. His biceps flexed and the veins in his hands almost popped.

“FUCK DADDY!”

He finally let her go and she fell to her back. Wet beard and all, E-rratic stood up and cuffed her legs over his shoulders, dragging her along the bed, taking the sheets with him. Wet, pounding sounds from the hentai caught their attention briefly. When he turned back to look at her, a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed his big dick at the base and thrust into her.

“You cum in my mouth like that? Huh?!”

“Shit!” Y/N shouted.

“It’s wet just how I like it,” E-rratic snapped his hips into hers repeatedly.

The overwhelming pleasure had her lost for words. E-rratic didn’t let up. His dick was hitting spots inside of her she couldn’t explain.

“Oh, daddy, fuck, how did it get so far inside of me?!”

“Look for yourself, lift your head up and look!”

She tried but it was too much. The muscles in her body seemed to shut down. She felt tingly and weak all over.

“Hard headed, I said look,” E-rratic cuffed the back of her head, “You listen when I tell you to do something!”

She did her best, lip quivering and all. He would put all that dick inside of her and whenever he pulled out, it would only be a little bit so she could still feel his length. His many iced-out chains clattered against each other with his movements. Whenever he leaned over her body to suck her nipples, her knees would be to her ears and that dick would be balls deep.

The girth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her pussy, his halls slapping her ass, the way he moved his hips, she couldn’t take it all at once.

“Squeeze this dick like that again,” E-rratic spoke close to her ear, “I’ll fuck this hole all night just to feel that shit again.”

“I’m gonna squirt!”

“Oh yeah?!”

He sat up so he could see for himself. Y/N slapped his chest to get him to slow down because the constant in and out over her g-spot was too much for her. It started sounding like he was splashing into a puddle and then soon she was squirting all over him. He withdrew his hips and replaced them with his fingers. Up and down he stroked that spot to get her to squirt again and this time she went into a shaking fit.

“Mm-Mm,” E-rratic maneuvered her body so she was arched, “Ass up. Don’t act like you can’t take any more dick.”

She got on her hands and knees and arched as best as she could. E-rratic smoothed her hair from her face so he could watch her expressions.

“Don’t run. Y/N…ASS-UP.”

He was growing impatient. Groaning and all.

“What I say?” He chuckled but it was out of frustration, “Girl…I wore you out that much? I’m just getting started. One squirt got you tapping out? You should see your back right now…”

She started straight ahead at her reflection.

“Let me get the whiskey.”

She collapsed onto her stomach. E-rratic laughed the whole way into the lounge area to grab a couple of glasses and the bottle of Japanese whiskey. Back in the room, he tapped her on the ass to sit up and he poured her a fresh glass of whiskey. He looked from the glass in his hand to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders and drinking straight from the bottle.

“Drink it all the way down, that’s it,” E-rratic bent his head down and stuck his tongue out to lick her neck, “mmmm…you want some more?”

“Yes,” She held her glass up.

“Daddy was deep in that pussy for real?”

Y/N nodded her head.

“I’m taking it from the back now.”

Y/N finished her second glass, “I think I’m good and turnt now for more.” She smiled up at him.

E-rratic took one more swig of his whiskey and he sat the bottle down next to the TV. Y/N got into position with her back arched low and E-rratic inspected her position, deeming it good enough with a slap to her ass.

“You know your back arched deep when that pussy open from the back,” E-rratic tapped his dick on Y/N’s clit, “You know I wrote a song about you, right?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when he entered her from behind. She gripped the sheets and looked back at him. He locked eyes with her and with only his hips he fucked her, her ass moving like a tidal wave. She could feel him in her stomach. Her eyes went low and she spaced out. E-rratic pressed both hands into her back and cranked that pussy from behind. She could feel the pressure from his hands deep against her back and she couldn’t move.

“I got you now,” He bit down on his lip, “Keep that pussy in the air just like that.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes, “You fuck me so good I swear.”

E-rratic smiled at her with his canines gleaming in the dark.

“You throwing it back now? Ahhh shit,” E-rratic slapped her ass from one cheek to the next, “Bounce that ass!”

She couldn’t see the mess she was making on his dick and he wished she could. It was beautiful.

“I love you,” Y/N said between moans.

“I love you too, mamas,” E-rratic replied.

He meant it.

“Aight, daddy ‘bout to cum. Fuck the tip.”

His hands gripped her ass tightly while she slowly bounced on just the tip.

“Shiittt, got my shit leaking, ugh,” E-rratic thrust all the way inside of her, “Take all that nut.”

He groaned and Y/N could feel him throbbing inside of her. As her pussy throbbed, his dick was doing the same. He slowly slipped out and Y/N pushed his cum out so he could see how much he’d emptied inside of her. He used his fingers to push it back in before Y/N grabbed him by the wrist to lick them clean.

“Tell me about this song you wrote?” She batted her lashes at him while licking his fingers.

“It’s called my only fan. You really emptied the clip!” E-rratic laughed in disbelief.

Y/N sat up and grabbed E-rratic by the hips. He looked down at her and stroked her hair from her face with his knuckles, the cold diamonds of his rings causing her to shiver.

“I’m you’re number one?” Y/N asked.

“My one and only.”

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“The video shoot was cool. Y’all saw the pictures. It was giving relationship!”

“Listen, the amount of tea I have on E-rratic and how he was all over me in Tokyo. His girlfriend won’t know what hit her.”

Tasia Marie was trending all over social media with the piping hot tea she spilled on E-rratic Leader. Her Instagram live went viral along with a few photos from Tokyo. The first photo that she posted was of her straddling E-rratic’s lap in the back of the Porsche. The second photo was of her holding his room key card. The final photo was of her laying on her back inside of his trailer.

“He brought his girl to Tokyo and kept her inside that hotel the entire time. While I was on set getting it in with her man, she was at that hotel crying for help.”

“It’s like she forgot who her man is. The ladies love E-rratic. Why do y’all think he hand picked me to be in the video and not her?”

A popular podcast was trending on social media as well. The podcast is called Bri and Summer. Bri and Summer are two influencers and models who are best friends and came together to start a podcast discussing current topics. It’s nothing original about it, but as soon as the topic became about E-rratic, everyone wanted to know what they had to say:

“This your girl Brianna here!”

“And this is summer!”

“And welcome to Bri and Summer Podcast!”

Brianna kicked it off and didn’t hold back.

“Let’s get into the tea! Y’all know I don’t play around, I get straight to the mess. So, E-rratic is being E-rratic once again, chile! What’s new? He’s a hoe.”

Summer started laughing.

“You can’t tell me his girlfriend—if that’s even what you want to call her—thought that she was special? Somebody give her a hug!”

Summer chimed in, “Your man not too long ago was doing a fan like Melvin did Juanita!”

“He has community dick!,” Brianna argued, “That nigga got y’all bitches reciting lyrics to backseat interlude with y’all pussies barking. I would never let that nigga hit!”

“Hold on now, hold on,” Their male guest from time to time, DJ Quick, cut Brianna off, “Weren’t you one of those girls? Didn’t you go on a date with OCHO some years back?”

“Okay, okay! Let me clear the air! I did go on ONE date with him. ONE. It was cool, I guess. He took me to this fancy Korean barbecue spot in Atlanta and then we went for a drive in one of his sports cars. Wasn’t nothing happening. That was it.”

“Nah,” DJ Quick laughed, “You are really giving off salty vibes, Bri! Did that man diss you or something? He wasn’t feeling it the way you were so now you’re out for blood?”

“Quick, first of all, it’s definitely the other way around. He wanted some of this ass and I said no. He wasn’t feeling it so he dropped me off back at my hotel and blocked me.”

“Damn, that’s messed up,” Summer said.

“Right?! And yet, y’all acting so surprised by the tea Tasia is spilling! Granted, yes, she a groupie just like the next bitch, but I wish y’all beautiful black women would wake the fuck up! E-rratic is not the end all be all.”

“Brianna, if E-rratic and you were in a room by yourself, you telling me that you wouldn’t fold?” DJ Quick argued.

“NO! I’d rather swallow glass before I let that man hit.”

“I heard he was a great lover,” Summer giggled, “I don’t know… I’d let him hit.”

“There you go! Y’all gotta let go of the fantasy. This girlfriend of his from what I gathered, was another crazed fan who got a lucky opportunity to go on tour with him. He’s having fun with her now, but it won’t last. It never does…

If things could take a turn for the worse, it would happen to Y/N. The Tokyo trip was a dream turned into a nightmare as soon as she touched back down in LA. That bitch from her man’s video went to the internet to spread tea about hooking up with Erik. At first, Y/N didn’t believe it, but the pressure got to her, and she started to question everything. Where he was going and with whom? Why was that lipstick stain really on his T-shirt? Is it more than one girl or just her?

Of course he’s pissed. The music video was out and at 100 million views in less than five days, but he knew most of those views were because of the drama. This one proved hard to debunk because he has a reputation of being a ladies man. Before Y/N, he was single and free to do whatever he wanted, SAFELY. All that mess about raw sex with different women was an absolute lie. All the other chicks except for Brianna had never badmouthed him. And Brianna is just a bitter bitch who didn’t get a taste. Now Tasia is spreading lies just because she took a few photos.

He wasn’t going to feed into her trap. She knew he could air her shit out but he chose to ignore her childish antics and press on. The old E-rratic would have been the real villain and ruined her life. Despite her opinion of him, Erik’s fame continued to grow. Y/N didn’t think she would find herself getting into heated arguments with Erik about his whereabouts but here she was on set of a photo shoot sitting in a chair and keeping an eye on him. She never thought she would come to this, but the level of embarrassment she felt from what people were saying about her online got to her.

She couldn’t avoid her friends and family calling her to check in on her. Her mother kept questioning if she was making the right decision being with Erik. As soon as her mother starts to come around, this drama pops up.

“Miss Y/N, can I get you anything to drink?”

Erik’s assistant, Kiesha, a fine ass full-figured woman walked over to her with a bottle of alkaline water, a brand that E-rratic had a partnership with.

“Thank you, Kiesha.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. E told me to keep an eye on you.”

Y/N looked at Kiesha with a curious look, “Why’d he tell you to do that?”

“I don’t know. Just Erik being Erik.” Kiesha laughs.

Oh, so he’s Erik to you now?

“Oh, okay,” Y/N placed the unopened bottle on a table next to her, “Thanks.”

Kiesha smiled at her before walking away. Y/N glared at the back of her head. Why was she acting so fucking weird? Ever since Y/N started coming on video and photo shoot sets with Erik, Kiesha has been moving funny. That bitch better get it together before she ends up on her ass.

Erik was currently doing a shoot for his collaboration with Nike. In just a couple of months, his own Nike Dunk shoe will drop. Y/N was currently wearing a pair with a brown, blue, and green colorway.

Erik was looking too good. Fresh retwist, skin smooth and covered in tattoos, dimples deep whenever he cracked a smile, dressed down in the best shit his stylist could pull together. Y/N couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. Or could she?

Here comes Kiesha with water for Erik. She even unscrewed the cap for him and fed him some water. Erik thanked her and went back to posing. Y/N sat up in her seat and her eyes were on Kiesha like a hawk. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

“Let me know when you need something, E!!”

E? Bitch…

“Kiesha! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/N’s blood was boiling.

Kiesha sauntered over to her with that same smile she wanted to slap off her face.

“Yes, sweetie?”

Y/N did a double take.

“It’s Y/N. Uhhh, what’s this with you feeding Erik water?”

“Oh, aha, you know, just helping him out,” Kiesha smirked, “Why?”

“Why? Because I don’t like you doing that. He has two hands. He can do it himself.”

“Not while holding the merchandise. Erik—”

“E-rratic.”

Kiesha chuckles, “Mr. E-rratic gets the utmost treatment. I’m just being a good assistant.”

“You don’t need to do all of that. If he wants water fed to him, I’ll do it.”

They started gaining attention from other people on set. Y/N was past the point of giving a fuck. Too often these bitches stepped out of line. And the nerve of Kiesha to do it in front of her.

“He instructed you to stay here. Are you sure that’s okay?”

Y/N blinked at Kiesha like she lost her damn mind. Kiesha raised her brows at Y/N as if she were over exaggerating.

“I’ll speak to him myself to confirm that.” Y/N said with a faux chipper tone.

Kiesha walked away without another word and Y/N sat in her seat fuming. She needed to take a second before she did something reckless. Climbing out of her seat, Y/N walked off set. As she was leaving, she spotted Kiesha talking closely with Erik. Erik looked up and caught Y/N’s eye, his face holding a stony expression. She picked up the pace of her movements and entered his trailer. Taking a seat at his vanity, she exhaled and closed her eyes.

Did she over exaggerate? Was Keisha just doing her job? Whenever Erik does his boxing sessions with his personal trainer, there’s a woman who feeds him water through a squirt bottle. Maybe she was being overly paranoid. Maybe Kiesha wasn’t trying to hit on her man. After all, Kiesha knew Erik before Y/N. She’s his assistant. That has to be enough to be on a first name basis right?

“You got something you wanna tell me, Y/N?”

Y/N opened her eyes to find Erik staring at her through the vanity with his arms folded across his chest. He looked pissed.

“Not really if Kiesha already told you everything.”

“I wanna hear it from you.”

“Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Because I said so. And because we need to talk.”

Y/N avoided his gaze. Erik walked up to her and placed his hands on the back of the chair. He leaned forward so that his lips were directly next to her ear.

“Well? What’s up?”

Y/N jerked her knee frustratingly, “I didn’t like the way she fed you water.”

“My hands were tied up, Y/N. How was I supposed to drink the water?” Erik questioned.

“And she's going to you saying shit like I’m some child. All I did was tell her I didn’t like it and if you wanted water I could do it.”

“You’re not always on set with me, Kiesha is. Kiesha been my assistant since day one. We grew up together, I trust her.”

Y/N clicked her tongue, “She wanna be more than your assistant.”

Erik clenched his jaw, “How you figure that?”

“She just acts too giddy around you. I don’t like it. It drives me crazy.”

“You ain’t have a problem with it before.”

Y/N shook her head, “You’re missing my point.”

“Who do you really have a problem with? Me or Kiesha?”

Y/N finally looked up at Erik. He was staring her down through the mirror with his black eyes.

“Ever since all this shit with Tasia happened you’ve been on my back. What I gotta do to prove to you that it’s only you?”

“Nothing, you ain’t gotta do shit,” Y/N stood up, “I’ll see you when you get home—”

“Nah, uh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere. We ain’t finished.”

Erik blocked her from getting out of her seat. Y/N tilted her head away from him.

“Talk to me,” Erik followed her movements, “I’m serious, open your mouth and talk.”

“…I just feel like you're gonna get tired of me.”

Y/N looked up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying.

“I got my mom in my ear and everybody else. This shit is just too much. I’m trying to be Ray Charles to the bullshit but I can’t stop thinking the worst.”

Erik closed his eyes for a second before he placed one hand on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. She rests her cheek on his bare chest, her ear directly over his heart. He wrapped both of his arms around her and kissed the top of her head repeatedly.

“You can’t let what people think get to you. I’m not leaving you. You gotta have faith in that, mamas. I ain’t say this shit was gonna be easy, did I? I don’t want nobody but you. The only one I wanna see laying next to me at night is you. The only face I wanna see when I wake up is yours. What I gotta do to cheer you up?”

Erik gripped Y/N by the chin with his hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes and a pout. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik still had her chin so he could control her movements. The kiss turned heated and now Erik is sitting in the chair while Y/N is on his lap. He broke the kiss and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Like I said, me and you…”

“Forever?” Y/N pressed her forehead against Erik’s. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides.

“I want this shit forever.” Erik said.

Soon, his hands were doing the same to her ass. Y/N started sucking on Erik’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started thrusting his hips upward. He shut his eyes and moaned in her ear. She was attacking the spot behind his ear with her tongue.

“Why would I fuck this up? You're special to me,” Erik lifts Y/N’s cropped shirt over her head.

“None of those bitches matter. Not Tasia, not the chick from the tour bus, not Kiesha…”

He unclamped Y/N’s bra and smoothed it from her shoulders. Her warm breasts touched his chest and he hissed with pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breasts and brought them together. Erik rubbed his face all over her breasts back and forth. He spread each breast and rested his face between them. Y/N reached between his legs to stroke him to stiffness.

“I knew that’s what you wanted. You were acting up just so I could fuck you.”

Erik started sucking on Y/N’s nipples one by one. She placed her hands over his hands and watched him enjoy her breasts. He would swipe his tongue between the heft of her breasts and then over each areola.

“Won’t everyone hear us?” Y/N whispered.

“I don’t give a fuck. You know I don’t give a fuck…”

Y/N was wearing a denim skirt so Erik could easily lift it up to her waist and slip her panties to the side.

“Lift up…”

She raised her hips so that Erik could free his dick.

“Fuck me just like this, daddy,” Y/N teased him with a bite of her lip.

With one arm around her waist, Erik tilted his hips up and Y/N sank down on him. Connected, Erik gripped her sides and with his powerful arms, he bounced Y/N at a moderate pace. She braced herself on his shoulders while he controlled her body to drop down on him. Erik would look from the mirror to her face.

“I got that ass clapping…wet fuckin’ pussy…”

“Ooo,” Y/N moaned.

“This ain’t doing it,” Erik picked Y/N up and sat her on the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs and continued to fuck her. She gripped the edge of the vanity when he lifted her hips up. The vanity shook a little and Erik had to keep his eyes on the door. Y/N took one hand to grip him by his chains. He looked back at her, biting down on his lip. When she started to moan louder, Erik stuffed his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on and to keep her quiet.

He looked from her pussy to her face and opened his mouth to spit on his dick.

“Why every time I fuck you, your pussy get wetter and wetter?” Erik questioned with low eyes.

He brought one leg up to his shoulder and leaned in to pound her. Erik covered her mouth with his hand and locked eyes with her.

“What?” Erik raised a brow, “Too much?”

Y/N whimpered when Erik started stroking her clit with his thumb.

Erik’s eyes fluttered shut and then he opened them again to look at the door, “if somebody walk in on us I’m not stopping.”

Y/N’s walls clenched Erik’s girth and he smiled, showing off his gold canines.

“Do it again and watch how I put you next.”

She couldn’t control it. Every time they had sex, she couldn’t control what her pussy did. He blamed her for the spasms her slick walls were doing but it’s because of him that it’s happening.

“Time to put you on your stomach,” Erik slipped out of her and turned her around, “Bend the fuck over.” He said through clenched teeth.

Y/N went flat against the vanity and she could feel Erik lift her denim skirt and rip her panties off. He tossed the shreds onto the vanity and spread her cheeks with one hand. Dipping his hips because she’s much shorter than him, Erik found her entrance and pushed up, slipping inside with ease because of how creamy and wet she is.

“Fuck this dick. Make this dick cum.” He commanded.

Y/N threw it back on him as best as she could.

“For somebody that doesn't wanna get caught, you ain’t following directions,” Erik gripped her by her arms, “You ‘bout to have me blowing your back out in this trailer…”

Erik started pounding Y/N while holding her by the arms. Her head fell forward against the mirror from the force of Erik’s hips. On set, the music was loud so Y/N hoped no one could hear, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they did.

“Damn, this pussy is so good,” Erik let go of her arms and brought one hand around the front of her neck, “Don’t you ever question what we got. It’s me and you, and that’s my last time saying it.”

“I’m gonna cum—”

“Hold that shit in!”

“I can’t! I—ohhhh shit—”

Y/N had Erik’s dick in a vice grip. He groaned and pushed her head forward against the mirror. He could feel warm liquid on his dick and he smiled with satisfaction.

“That’s strike two. When we get home, best believe I’m gonna tear that ass up. I told you not to cum on my dick.”

He slapped her ass rough and brought her to her knees. Erik took it up a notch and slapped her in the face with his dick before smearing his shaft covered in her cum all over her lips.

“Put this dick in your mouth. Teach you a lesson to follow orders…”

Y/N tried to grip his dick but Erik slapped her hand away.

“Mouth. All mouth. That’s what you’ve been giving me lately anyway. Use that mouth to suck this dick.”

She lowered her mouth onto his dick and started sucking. Pussy dripping to the floor and not fully satisfied, Y/N was all jaws and neck. Erik would look from the door, to her, trying his best to keep his composure. Y/N pulled out all the tricks to get him to moan.

“You tryna make me moan, ain’t you? You know I like it when you suck my dick like this…FUCK.”

She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Erik took control with a hand to the back of her head, feeding his dick into her mouth.

“Just like that…just like that…mmm…eat this dick up…Fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Erik’s hand shook on the back of her head. Y/N stayed on that dick until she had the last drop of cum. When she finished, Y/N swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. Erik helped her to her feet and he excused himself to the bathroom to clean his dick off before heading back to the shoot. Y/N looked disheveled and she didn’t want to stay on set so she decided to leave.

“Here, take this,” Erik gave her the keys to his Ferrari, “And here’s some money, “Erik dropped a stack into her hand from his duffel bag, “Go get you something sexy to wear for dinner tonight and something lacy. Get yourself a new pair of stilettos too…those red ones with the skinny heel…yeah, the Louis Vouitton pair. Spend this on whatever you want. I’ll have my driver pick me up. We got a special night planned.”

Erik gave Y/N one final kiss. He stopped her before she left to fix her hair and her clothes. Satisfied he popped her on the ass and let her leave.

“I love you!” Erik yelled after her retreating frame.

“I love you too!”

Erik crossed his pointer and middle finger, signaling to her that he was locked in with her and he meant it. Y/N smiled, doing the same with her fingers, before leaving the set completely. Y/N may have thought that Erik would grow tired of her, but he only hoped that she wouldn’t.

She finally filled the emptiness he felt since the first woman to ever steal his heart left this earth. Maybe he could finally start the family he always wanted.

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(HCs) The first time they come to your movie premiere

joel miller, miguel o'hara, bucky barnes, jake lockley, erik killmonger

reader is: female, actress

a/n: Imagine joel cleaning up and in a suit -- LORD.

Joel Miller

To say he was nervous was an understatement. It'd been the thousandth time that he fixed his tie, and somehow he could never get it right. To be honest, he thought the idea was stupid. Movie premieres, they're for movie stars, not a contractor like him. He wanted to try and fit in though, for you. Didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb and have you deal with the criticism the next day. "How you doin', handsome?" You had begged him to come with you, because you wanted the world to know this amazing man who's been making your world go crazy. Joel sighed. "I still think I shouldn't be doin' this, sweetheart." You stood next to Joel in your gown and took his arm. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw you. "You think I look good?" You asked. "Always." He smirked, "But I really can't wait to go home and take it off, darlin'."

Miguel O'Hara

Also a grumpy one here. He had a frown for the entire premiere. You're actually sure that your manager didn't give you more interviews because of how intimidating he looked. But you also couldn't deny how good he looked in that suit. All black, tailored, and hugged his figure just right. "Hermosa, are you going to drool all over me for the entire night?" He smirked, whispering very closely to your ear while your pictures were taken together. "H-huh?" Miguel's arm around your waist reached lower and was now resting on your ass. "Miguel!" "Can't help it, you look too good." He kept an innocent smile. "Especially when you're looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you want me to fuck you right here while everyone else watches."

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was more scared than nervous. What if people started talking about his metal arm? What if they saw him as a monster? What if they started saying you didn't deserve him? What if you believed it? Bucky's suit covered his metal arm completely, and he decided to wear leather gloves to cover the rest. He didn't look happy at all, and it made you feel guilty for asking him to come. You approached him when you heard him sigh one more time. "Bucky," You held his gloved hand. "We can go, you know." He nodded, "Alright, I'm ready." "No, Buck, I mean we can leave." You looked into his eyes. Bucky was surprised. "Doll, what are you talking about? This is your movie premiere, we have to-" "I know, but.. I can see how this is worrying you. And you just recovered, so I don't want to put you in a compromising position." He then smiled, realizing he's the luckiest man in the world. To be able to have someone as incredible as you, who'd throw away something important just so he wouldn't get hurt. He truly didn't deserve you, but he saw that in a different light now. "I am so in love with you, doll."

Jake Lockley

You were nervous. Jake had a tendency to be... rough around the edges. And the fact that he had bruises from working for Khonshu the other night didn't help either. He looked like he got into a bar fight. "Amor, please." Jake stopped your hands trying to fix his hair. "I just.." You sighed. "I'm scared people might be scared of you." Jake chuckled. "Good. I want them to be." You had fully given up at that moment. Jake was being broody, dark, and just obviously in a terrible mood, while you tried your best to keep it cheerful. Especially since it's a happy occasion. What you didn't expect was the media calling you two Hades and Persephone the next day. "Looks like your plan to make the media dislike you didn't work, Jake -- oh sorry, Hades." Jake rolled his eyes but silently hid a smile. He kinda liked the attention, but he'd never admit it to you.

Erik Killmonger

He loved it. He loved the media, the attention, the flashes of the camera. He knew he looked good, and honestly he kinda stole your thunder. It made you slightly jealous, but damn, cameras just love him. Erik owned his look -- it was very... Killmonger. He promoted his Wakandan culture, included a few elements of the Black Panther, and he was getting interviews after interviews. You weren't sure you were there for your movie premiere anymore. "And this is your girlfriend?" The interviewer asked. "Yeah, this is my beloved." Erik pulled you closer to him. "Doesn't she look amazing?" "Yes, she does-" The interviewer paused. "Wait, aren't you the main character of this movie?" Your lips pressed into a thin line. "Yep. That's me. But somehow, my boyfriend here has done way more interviews than I have." Erik smirked. "Sorry babe, can't help it. I just look good."

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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.

#masterlist #cecewritessometimes #black panther fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #m'baku fanfiction #ramonda fanfiction #shuri fanfiction #okoye fanfiction #nakia fanfiction #t'challa fanfiction #smut #fluff #angst #18+ only

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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Masterlist

JC’s Masterlist.

AN: This AN used to say something SOOO different LMAO but I wanted to update it. I’ve only got Shuri x Reader stuff tagged on this masterlist. If you’re looking for Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens or M’baku fics, search their name x reader in my works and they should come up. But tbh most of those are from YEARS ago and I really don’t like their quality anymore, hence them no longer being listed. I don’t really have any rules, I’m a student so pestering me about updates really isn’t gonna result in that update coming any sooner. My requests are always open, but I don’t always do them and they’re mainly just there for inspo. With all that being said, hope you enjoy my dear <3 Updated: 05/03/23

Currently: On a semi permanent hiatus <3

My lover Shuri:

Back to Black:

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Love for Duty’s Sake:

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

Anything but Love:

Part 1. Part 2.

A Betting Woman Timeline/Series (?):

Part 1. Part 2.

The Secret Princess Timeline/Series (?):

Part 1.

T-Shirt Timeline:

Part 1. Part 2.

From My Headphones (One Shot Pack):

Part 1. Part 2.

The Only Logical Thing to Do:

Part 1.

The Garden:

Part 1.

Club Red:

x. (One Shot)

Everything You Come With:

x. (One Shot)

Migraines:

x. (One Shot)

One Last Time:

x. (One Shot)

Out of the Darkness:

x. (One Shot)

#my masterlist #masterlist #jc writes

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idkaguyorsomething · 2 months

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Why you should read god loves everyone, don’t remind me

As Black History Month draws to a close, here’s an overdue fic rec for one of the most significant films in the past decade about black people, Black Panther. ¡¡Starring everyone’s favorite former Human Torch turned well-written character (one of them, at least)!!

The Premise- Erik Killmonger fights his cousin T’Challa for the throne of Wakanda, eventually loses, and dies. He wakes up in a motel room with his girlfriend right before they pull off the museum heist, miraculously alive again. ¡That’s right, Killmonger’s in the time loop! Now it’s up to him to figure out the cause, figure out how he can take over Wakanda for realsies this time around, and maybe process his daddy issues along the way.

Why You Should Read This- hands down, this is one of the best Killmonger redemption arcs ever written. The author has a very good handle on his character, making sure to explore all the baggage he carries while not ignoring how vicious he can be. His path to finding his a way out of the cycle he’s trapped in doesn’t feel rushed in the slightest, and we get to explore various facets of his personality, from the strategist to the scared child to the soldier. The influences that shaped him beyond Wakanda are explored as well, such as his schoolteachers and the multiple faces of the eldritch horror that is the United States government. Even his girlfriend, a character who hardly ever gets any attention from fans (or got, back when people gave a shit about the MCU) gets a proper scene that gives her some interesting stuff. Additionally, although they’re not the central focus, the royal family all get some very powerful scenes that really shows off there characters. In some ways, this even predicted how Shuri’s character turned out in Wakanda Forever.

Why You Might Want to Avoid It- as with most time loop stories, a lot of death occurs, and there are some very dark timelines where nobody gets a happy ending. Institutionalized racism, especially as it occurs in the United States, is also central to the story, but I’d highly recommend reading it even if you’re uncomfortable with the topic to expand your horizons. The topic is very well-handled and certain plot beats might even teach you something new. Finally, if you’re a stickler for canon, the ending doesn’t entirely mesh with lore established years after the fic was completed in Thor: Love and Thunder, but that’s honestly quite a nitpick.

TL;DR- Erik timeloop redemption arc that’s a perfect study of his character. Even if you fell out of love with the MCU, as most of us have, there is still an undeniable heart to this that tells a powerful story about a man who has all the time in the world after living a life on fire.

#sorry for mcuposting in 2024 but this one’s really good i promise #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #black panther #erik killmonger #fic rec #ao3 #time loop #black history month

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mickimomo · 10 months

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Attoye-Week Snippets (Part 2)

Ok! So, I decided to not be a chaotic soul today and release the snippet for Day 1 of Attoye-Week. I’ll try to be good and work on Day 2 next. 💀 Enjoy the snippet and keep an eye out for my stuff when @attoye-week starts!

Moonlight (First Kiss Prompt)

Whispers filled the gilded throne room as large holograms displayed several clips of masked people bursting into various facilities to steal misplaced pieces of vibranium.

“These are who… exactly?”

“They call themselves the Wrath of Killmonger.” Shuri spoke up, her dark brown eyes flickered over the many moving images as she sat on her throne.

“As in Erik?” Zawavari tilted her head. “N’Jadaka?”

Namor arched a brow as he glanced at the queen who sat beside him. “N’Jadaka?”

“Yes. He is a traitor of Wakanda. My brother handled him. He is dead.” She offered before tapping a few of her kimoyo beads to pull up a large map with several red dots. “Unfortunately, his dreams of unifying and bringing home the Lost Tribe did not die with him.” She sighed. “There are people out there working together to start an uprising to finish what he started.” She pointed at the map. “These are all of the facilities they’ve attacked so far to gather vibranium.”

“How much vibranium do you think they have?” The Merchant tribe elder looked at all the points.

“Just bits and pieces. Little scraps. Maybe enough to make another Captain America if they truly wished to.” Shuri offered. “It’s not like that Ultron incident where a mass of stolen vibranium was painfully obtained from a criminal we were trying to hunt down.”

M’Kathu scoffed. “Klaw.”

“Yes.”

Namor arched a brow. “Did your brother handle him as well?”

“No. Another traitor did.” She sighed. “He will be in prison until he dies of old age.”

“Ah.”

“Do you think this situation is serious enough for us to deploy the Dora Milaje?” The River tribe elder furrowed his eyebrows. “Or do you think the War Dogs will be sufficient?”

Shuri shook her head. “We must keep our defenses here strong, but I don’t think we should leave the War Dogs to their own defenses. We should treat these people as seriously as they appear. We do not want to repeat the mistakes we made with the people of Talokan.”

“I agree with the Queen.” M’Baku nodded. “If they are simply weeds that can become something harder to kill, we should wipe them out with our heaviest hitters and leave the Dora here to keep the people safe.”

“Then we should send what? The Late Night Angles?” Zawavari arched a brow.

Okoye rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You mean the Midnight Angels?”

“Yes. That.” The elder stared at the former general with narrowed eyes. “Do you think you can handle this situation on your own? I know Aneka is currently recovering from a mission. It may be too much for one teal demon who has a reputation of failing.”

Okoye buried the urge to erupt by forcing on a hard smile.

“If the Queen commands it, it will happen without hesitation or failure.”

Dark brown eyes moved to Shuri with a question resting in them.

What do you want me to do?

Shuri stared at her for a moment before speaking. “Wipe them from the earth.”

Okoye crossed her arms across her chest in salute. “Ndiyabulela.” (Thank you.)

“I would like to offer a warrior to assist with this matter.” Namor spoke up. “I do not feel comfortable only sending one warrior out to fight an army.”

Okoye frowned. “Do you think I’m inadequate?”

“I do not see the point in burning you out. You do not know what you’re up against.”

“Anarchists with vibranium.” She shrugged. “I promise you, it’s nothing new.”

His gaze hardened. “Taking a comrade from Talokan will benefit you.”

“They will slow me down.”

“Attuma will not slow you down.”

The warrior went rigid before looking across the gilded throne room to see the mighty General looking her over.

“He will slow me down.” She corrected before glaring holes up at the king before looking at Shuri for help.

The king spoke before Shuri could open her mouth. “Attuma is the warrior that bested you-”

“-Once.”

“Once.” Namor nodded. “You know his ways and you know him well. Take him with you.”

“I do not know him.”

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.) Attuma frowned.

Okoye ignored him before looking at Shuri once more. “Ukumkanikazi…” She called out to her.

Shuri allowed a sisterly look to slip through the cracks of her hardened gaze.

Okoye knew what it meant.

She didn’t want to see her getting hurt while trying to be mighty.

And for that reason, she’d have to suck it up and work with Attuma.

The midnight angel offered a firm, yet disappointed nod before curling a finger at Attuma.

“Ko’oten waye’.” She beckoned.

Whispers fell from the council at her use of the Talokanil’s mother tongue.

“How did she learn their language?”

“Is he truly a stranger to her?”

“Okoye is very odd.”

“Well, Okoye is always enthusiastic about learning new languages. Let’s not start claiming treason.”

“Shut up M’Kathu.”

M’Baku barked and they all fell silent.

Attuma approached the Wakandan slowly before stopping beside her.

His eyes rolled over her slowly before her he offered a nod as a greeting.

She didn’t even acknowledge his presence as she turned back to the royals.

“I will take him with me. We will be back once the mission is complete.” Okoye kept her expression devoid of her ever-growing irritation.

“May Bast give you strength.” Shuri offered.

Okoye saluted once more as she crossed her arms across her chest before turning around and walking out of the throne room with Attuma following quietly.

A/N: Alrighty! I’ll drop the rest when Day 1 of Attoye-Week gets here. Check out @attoye-week for the deets on when that is and all the other info if you wish to participate or read what other people have created thus far!

I hope to see you then and stay tuned for other snippets! <3

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 10 months

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Heyyy could you write where Erik obviously takes over the throne & gains the queen ( tchallas wife) in the process, after weeks of disdain for Erik.. she caves in/let him have his way with her

To everyone else, T'Challa was the King. He was the Black Panther, beloved by all and adored. Honest, brave, elegant, and caring. He put the welfare of his people before his very life. That was the miracle of T'Challa's rule.

To you, he was your life. He was your partner, your teammate, your support, your lover, your husband. Photos and mementos lay scattered before you as you reminisce, bitterness and twisting thoughts causing you to sear in your anger. You can't help but think that he should still be here. There's no good reason why he isn't.

There's a knock on the door that you ignore. Every time someone in the palace speaks to you, it pisses you off. They are traitors, living comfortably in a palace they don't deserve, serving a murderer.

They knock again, asking if you'd like to come out for dinner with the new King. Everyone seems to have moved on, you think angrily. Everyone but you.

"I'll come to dinner when that imposter you call a king is in chains and beheaded. Serve me his head on a platter and my appetite will have returned sevenfold."

You pick up a polaroid you took of T'Challa and look at the date. It hasn't even been a month since it was taken, only 9 days since T'Challa's death.

When the news travels back to Erik that you still refuse to comply with his requests, he isn't surprised.

"Who's been giving her food behind my back?"

You should've been crawling to him, begging for something to eat.

"If I ask again, none of you, including your families, will eat. I'll make sure of that."

Erik noticed the chef look at a Dora.

"You."

His finger curved, beckoning her near to his throne. When she was close enough, he threw a blade, striking her directly in the forehead. Her body thudded to the ground.

"And that wasn't even vibranium."

The cook lowered his eyes in horror. The Dora couldn't decide whether to hold their positions or fight back. The palace staff was broken.

"What," Erik challenged. "Y'all look like y'all wanna do something! Come'on," his lip curled under ferociously, bearing gold fangs.

No one stepped forward.

"The next person I hear stepping foot near Ms. Queen without my permission? You can look forward to joining your friend in the afterlife. Am I CLEAR?"

Typically, Asira would sneak into your corridor, and you'd unlock your bedroom quarters to accept fresh and sweet warm yeast bread and water, but she hasn't shown in two days. You're famished, sleeping it off between bouts of mourning.

Finally, there's a quiet knock. You rush to unlock and open the bedroom door, but it's not Asira. Killmonger pushes the door wide.

"So this is the king's suite."

You start to walk out, but remember your chest of memories and dive to gather the scattered photos, putting them back inside. He steps on one as you grab it.

"You really loved him, huh."

You freeze, weighing your response.

"I used to have love in my life. It was taken from me. Three times. First time, it was my father. Airships from Wakanda came down from the sky, and by the time I made it in the house... he was dead. I'd never seen so much as a sign of visitation before then. Lost my uncle in the same night. Of course, you called him Zuri."

Your lip twitches, the hint of a snarl forming.

"Uncle James was a traitor just like his nation. Just like all of you. You're all cowards!"

One drag of his boot rips the photo.

"Why should you be happy..."

Angrily, he pulls you up by your shoulder and captures your ornately twisted afro bun in his grip, turning your face so he can look at your cowardice up close.

"You married into a family of murderers and you have the nerve to judge me?! Look up at me!"

Something sharp plunges into his chest, piercing him with familiar pain.

Your dark brown eyes are vengeful and shining with all the grief and fury you've felt the past few days. Killmonger took your husband, your shared dreams, and the one true king.

You look directly into his eyes, your face scrunching while you push your letter opener into his heart with all your strength. Panting, you look down on him as he labors.

"For my husband."

Turning your nose up at his dying gasps, you turn away. The Dora should've done this. Anyone with allegiance to Wakanda should've done this.

With labored breathing, Erik looks down at the blood around the jeweled letter opener lodged in his chest cavity. Direct hit.

You step back slowly, thinking you've done something, but all you've done is turn a battle into an all-out war. Not a war between territories, but a war between his will and yours.

"You think you can kill me?"

His eyes on you, he chuckles.

"Cute."

This is the first pushback he's gotten since T'Challa. He watches you closely, grimacing and sweating as he pulls the letter opener from his chest. It's costed in blood, but thanks to the powers bestowed on him by the herb, he'll heal.

Pulling himself to his feet, he goes to take the corner of your pure white duvet, cleaning the blood from the small blade. He pants silently, still in recovery.

"You understand why I killed him..."

He swings the knife low with his gait as he approaches you. "Up until now, your leaders have been content in doing nothing, at peace with the bare minimum. T'Challa-"

"Don't you DARE insult T'Challa in MY presence," you point, stopping him in his tracks.

"T'Challa," Erik stresses, looking you in the eye. "As noble as he was, he needed to be replaced by someone with some real fire."

"You can go to hell," you nearly whisper, enraged.

He steps forward.

"There's one person in this entire palace with the guts to oppose me, and you’re not even a trained fighter... I can take you down at any point. You and I both know that."

"So why don't you?"

"I have other plans. I'd like you to remain Queen to convince our citizens to trust in my efforts. I'd like you to join me as an advisor at my side. Afterall, everything I do as King is for the advancement of Wakanda and the African diaspora."

"I'll never join you. You may as well kill me."

"Tempting," Erik's eyes narrow. "But no. I believe in my vision, and that vision includes you. You have the opportunity to use that anger to help a lot of people. I believe... after you've spent a few more days in here without food or water, you'll either come to the same conclusion or you'll waste away quietly. Either way."

He looks you up and down. Whatever you choose, he's prepared.

"As long as I live, so will his legacy. I will never stop fighting you."

"I believe you," he nods. "Even as I approach you with a knife, you don't run. You're not suicidal. You've been planning your next attempt on my life."

He stops inches from you and trails the bejeweled letter opener from your cleavage up your open and smooth brown chest, up your neck.

"I like it. You tough."

The light bounces off of your supple skin. It looks soft and bouncy, covered in a layer of raw shea butter.

He brings his face close enough to your neck to smell your gentle fragrance.

He doesn't acknowledge the sound of your gurgling stomach or your glare of hate as he dangles the blade in front of your face.

"Whether you join me or die is completely in your hands, but as for this? I'm keeping this."

He leaves, and the door closes behind him. When you open it, the Dora you once loved are blocking you in. They stand firm with their spears, shame on their faces as they avoid your look of judgment.

Asira isn't among them, which means she's probably dead.

You close yourself back into the room as you resign yourself to join her and your husband.

The hours are long. The hunger and thirst is strong. You patch the ripped photo and stash it safely with the other memorabilia, meditating and sleeping as a distraction. It's already been a couple of days with no food or water. Still, you hold out.

Four days in, you're dying slowly in a torture that feels unbearable. As honorable as your intentions are, T'Challa wouldn't want to see you suffer this way. You imagine he's with you, lying next to you. Right after teasing you about your body temperature being too high for cuddling only to bring you in closer, he'd tell you to take the food. Live at any cost. It feels selfish when you know T'Challa can no longer enjoy these things with you, but you know it's not. You're doing it FOR HIM.

If you're going to kill Killmonger. You have to eat.

When the news travels to Erik that you've finally come to your senses, his elbows prop on the dining table in wait of what's sure to be another interesting encounter.

You arrive in a modest white dress and matching headwrap, the traditional mourning color. He killed your man, and you want him to feel guilty seeing you as widow. He doesn't. He doesn't even really care.

"Sit closer."

He stares, watching you play musical chairs to keep your distance until you're right beside him. You look perfectly weak, tired, and hungry... More willing.

He doesn't miss the hesitation as you consider using the dinner knife as a weapon. Part of him hopes you'll give him a reason.

"I'm not your enemy."

The subdued murderous rage seeping from you despite your exhaustion is admirable.

"You are my sole enemy as far as I'm concerned," you mutter.

He turns to you fully, having been thinking about telling you something specific since he last saw you.

"I've done nothing but try to show you a system that's been broken from the start. I didn't SNEAK into the borders, though I could have. I EARNED passage by killing the black market arms dealer who murdered Wakandans and somehow eluded not one but two of your black panthers. I did that, and I didn't SEIZE the palace, though I could have. I followed your protocol and let you arrest me, taking me straight to the King who I defeated by YOUR OWN customs. You wanna vilify me? Go ahead. I didn't start this. You did when you killed my parents. I'm finishing it."

You stab at the food as he watches the conflict in your mind. His words are reaching you even if you hate him.

"I haven't been challenged in my power and authority since T'Challa," he repeats. "You're the only one who seems to give a damn that he's dead."

You look up quickly.

"-and that's a broken system. I've been where you are. Even being from the Panther Tribe, these people destroyed my family, betrayed my father's memory, and abandoned me. They are the weak links who, out of fear and tradition, won't challenge authority. They won't stand up for what's right. They wouldn't know right from wrong. They are selfish, and they are cowards. They are the traitors."

His words reflect how you feel. Everyone has fallen in line to the new regime as if T'Challa wasn't just here a couple of weeks ago, walking the halls. They smiled to his face then, but act now as if he never existed.

"We're not so different." He holds up a finger for you to listen. "Our responses have been to rebel. To honor the memory of our loved ones. But this goes deeper than us and our pain. I'm asking you, will you remain Queen and fight alongside me to change this broken system for good?"

You hesitate, wondering how it would look. Despite that, having the power to supervise Killmonger and affect change is appealing.

"As long as it's made clear that we are not together, I will agree... to keep an eye on you."

You watch him closely as he's watching you.

"What is your plan?"

"First, we have to unite the tribes," he says without thought, but the tribes are already united as much as they can be. The council exists. You kiss your teeth.

"There's tension with the border tribe... You haven't had contact with the Jabari in decades."

You look him up and down, rolling your eyes back to your food. You wonder about his approach to politics.

"How would you unite the tribes?"

Days turn into weeks as you listen to Killmonger's wild ideas that border on treason. He seeks power, that much is clear, but he has a plan for reform that you're beginning to believe in. You've been walking the palace and even traveling the country alongside him, training and directing him, showing him the ropes. He's adapting quickly and surprisingly open to your suggestions, quick to adapt your corrections.

"Yes, queen," has been his public response when you've chastised him. He's made good progress. It almost makes you not want to kill him anymore... Almost.

"When are we doing something about the ritualistic combat component in the road to becoming king?"

"I'll let you think of that," he says, leaving it to you. You'll have to think about it and come back.

You head back to your quarters to think alone, passing the treacherous Dora who only guard the throne. You haven't forgotten. Turning your nose, you close yourself into your vast bedroom and sigh, removing your dress and headdress. Lying down, you're in your thoughts for a while until you fall asleep with dreams of T'Challa.

You've been away for a couple of hours, and it's time for dinner. Erik looks up from his work load. You haven't returned to the discussion. He needs you to look over a new idea regarding vibranium, and you can do that over dinner, so he goes to your door and knocks.

When you don't respond, he confirms with the Dora that you are in fact in there. They unlock the door with a spare key. Clearly, he announces himself on his entrance.

It's not enough. You're asleep in lingerie, a peaceful expression on your face. He's never seen you without lines in your forehead.

Sitting on your bed, he strokes your face, watching it turn more and more angelic. You must be having a good dream. Slowly, he leans and kisses your lips. You'll never know it when you wake. He leans off of the bed, but in your sleep, you reach out, so he sits back down.

"Ms. Queen," he whispers, trying to wake you before deciding, "Fuck it."

He pulls off his black robe that he'd been sitting in all day along with his black pants and loafers. Sliding under your duvet, he lays in what must've been his cousin's spot, holding you against his chest. Your skin is soft and the gentle smell he's gotten accustomed to fills his nostrils.

He remains awake, lying there through dinner until he realizes you're not getting up. Then he can sleep.

Something suddenly doesn't feel right. He feels your body shift from his arms. At this point, he's been asleep a few hours. Instead of opening his eyes, he waits. He can feel you hover as if you're hesitating. You're probably going to stab him. He prepares mentally to sense where your blade might go. How big is it this time? Is it a kitchen blade? Did you get your hands on a spear? You're stronger now. Still not strong enough to actually kill him.

He waits and waits, but the blow doesn't strike. Opening his eyes, he finds you sitting on the side of the bed with a defeated look in your eye. When he sighs, you flinch and look over. You thought he was still asleep.

"Well... Don't feel bad," he grumbles, still groggy. "It's always harder to kill someone at their most vulnerable."

"That's not it..."

Oh? He waits for you to elaborate, but he can see it the more he looks at you and tries to put himself in your shoes. You're conflicted about more than just killing him.

"There was so much life left in him; so many dreams we shared and planned to live out. I wanted children. I wanted to travel the world with him as parents. I wanted us to grow old together. I never once considered that I'd lose him so soon. I thought you had time. And YOU killed him," she looks back suddenly with a growl. "You took that from me."

He lays still, watching your expressions as tears drop from your eyes. Either you're venting or having second thoughts. If it's the latter, it means damage control.

"So then... why," you gasp. "Why do I feel like this? I should hate you."

It wouldn't be wise to move. Letting you vent would be best. Again, he'd been there to know exactly how you feel.

"Look at me!"

He's already looking. His eyes widen in apology. He can't give you the one you want and you know why. He isn't sorry for killing T'Challa. He'd do it again if he could.

Your face scrunches as you crawl back in the bed, and after assessing the situation, he decides to put his hand on your arm to show you you're not alone.

To his surprise, you pull his arm to hold you for comfort. He does and for a while the two of you lie there until you turn over, seeking something more to dull the ache in your heart.

He knows exactly what he can offer for that. Gently, he kisses your expose skin. Your shoulder, your arm, your stomach, your thigh, your knee, your leg. When your thighs fall open, he kisses up the inside of your leg and thigh up to the outline of your panties. He looks up to check in.

"You sure?"

'Cause ain't no going back. You grab his locs, guiding him down and he pulls your panties off, tossing them off the bed. With one last look, he goes down.

You sigh and moan under him, ultimately whispering T'Challa's name. You must be thinking of him, but Erik doesn't care. Not yet.

Right now, it's T'Challa, but with time, it'll change. With careful guidance, YOU will change... just like everyone else in this palace who's come under his submission.

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Darkness Into Light ['Layton Road' bka Fireworks Part VII] [FINALE]| Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Gun violence (no mentions of blood), language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts)

Peace! We're at the end of Layton Road better known as "Fireworks". I will be posting this on Wattpad for all of my Wattpad girlies. Check my masterlist for the link. Thanks for hanging on for the ride with Kill. He's a fave. Much love :)

"...You’ve reached the voicemail box of 41.."

That salutation became a common occurrence since the last night you saw Kill. In the middle of the romance session you both wished for, a phone call of another sort kept breaking up the fun. Unlike you, they wouldn’t leave a voicemail. They called and called, pace after pace, second after second, in hopes that Kill would pick up the phone. It wasn’t until you pleaded with Kill to kill the noise of his phone that you would hear the news you were afraid of: that somebody almost killed his cousin, King.

The static you felt at The Luxe was real, live and uncut. The dudes Kill and King both told you not to worry about couldn’t believe those dudes from 40th had the gall to step into their spot, or what became of it that night. King’s royal demeanor rubbed them the wrong way, originally not enough to ruffle feathers. Peace was kept enough on the inside but once the club let out and one of the young soldiers from 43rd – reveling in the past with several axes to grind – almost hit Bast, the triple OG of the 40th, with his car that all hell broke loose.

The crews from 40th and 43rd, who could see the static brewing, tried to keep it peaceful and begged the young guys from both sides to relax. Truthfully, the rivalry between the blocks was of the past; marriages, babies and business between both neighborhoods came to be since the OGs of both crews went onto the ancestral plane. The young ones – souped up on Durk and Lil' Baby, brown liquor and ignorant nostalgia – wanted to resurrect old scores despite everyone, including Kill and King, telling them to chill out.

The parking lot sparked their fervor to remember a past they weren't around for.

So not-so-pleasantries were thrown, threats were made, trunks were popped and shots were fired. King got hit trying to rush his date-for-the-night into his car. He wasn't the intended target but that didn't matter. A dude from 40th got hit and a dude from 43rd wanted so badly to be seen as responsible.

"Hey, Erik. It’s [y/n]. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. Uh … no pressure. We’ll talk when we can. Peace."

You didn’t want to pressure him into returning your texts or calls. That felt rude. Injecting your own feelings into the moments where Kill’s feelings were paramount felt callous. Missing him didn’t equate to Kill almost missing his cousin in the physical sense. So you fell back out of what-you-felt-like was respect. Even as you wished to complete you and Erik’s love story.

That night still feels surreal. Kill’s eyes transformed into bleak darkness, leaving you to peer into the depths of someone controlling their rage so as to not scare the people around them. You didn’t know what to do. Filled with compassion, you wanted to hug Kill and tell him that it’s going to be okay. You gave good hugs too. Such an inert Christian response; Moms and Pops unfortunately taught you well. That didn’t feel right at the moment, though. You didn’t know the status of King’s life. You, again, didn’t want to disrespect. Kill almost leaned into his vault of ungraciousness. Ignoring your stoic and shocked face and tone, he told you, “you gotta leave.”

The mole hill in your throat turned into a mountain. Snapping your neck back in good Black-woman fashion, you hastily grab your heels and fasten the ties around your ankles boiling with your own waters of rage. You never paid for a Lyft so fast, damn the surcharge.

No thanks for getting him out of The Luxe in time. No thanks for making him answer the phone. Again, selfish responses in a moment where it was okay for Kill to think about self. Kill felt guilty for leaving but he couldn’t tell you that. He didn’t want the guilt to imprint on you.

But something told you to stop. Something told you to lead with empathy. Something – or maybe Someone – said to slow down and show love even if Kill’s curt-ass didn’t-but-did deserve it.

“You okay to drive to the hospital?”

Kill snapped out of his inward fury. He felt you shut down, felt you afraid. Everyone is always afraid of Kill. He didn’t want you to follow their direction. “I’m cool. I’ll drop you off at your house though.”

“It’s okay. The Lyft is two minutes away. I don’t want to take you out your way.” Coogler Hospital was just a mile away from your house. It wasn’t out of the way but you wanted to get out of the way of Kill’s grief.

Before Kill could petition you to change your mind, your phone vibrated from the alert that your carriage awaits you outside. You didn’t hold on for Kill to hug you or say sorry. You walked out the door and sent a kite his way.

I’m close to Coogler if you need anything. LMK.

Months later, you guessed that he didn’t. You hadn’t heard from him since.

Kill’s IG post saluting his cousin’s recovery signaled that everything was okay. You double-tapped your support and kept scrolling. Then the right corner of your screen lit up with the number one. Kill wanted to see how his should’ve-been-number-one was doing.

Hey. How you been?

Okay. How are you though?

Kill feared you asking that question. That’s why he’s been ducking and dodging your texts and calls. Equal parts him not wanting to recount that night and equal parts having to answer why he ducked out on you, he comes up with a skin tight response.

I’m cool. Not much going on over here.

What a lie. There’s lots going on, lots left to discuss. But you play it cool. Hopefully this reintroduction into your life will mean conversations about what happened in the future. No need to maybe-trigger Kill.

Word. Good to see King is doing well. And you too.

Kill wasn’t doing okay. Super protective of family, he thought of all the bloody things he could do to those cats just a mere few blocks away. The intense scene at the hospital felt like a murder plot. Police cars were called. The hospital feared for the worse. Kill didn’t want you to drive him to the hospital because he knew that would happen. You didn’t need to witness all of that. He wanted to protect you from a scene you didn’t need to see.

Erik felt your care through your message. He owed you a thanks and an acknowledgement. Bracing his heart for a response not-so-kind, he sends a note of gratitude for that night. You respond in-kind.

I’m just glad y’all are okay.

What else was there to say beyond those words? It felt wrong to flirt, it felt wrong to lust after him. Since that night, he’d been posting his escapades from the gym. You really wanted Kill to bench press you into submission. All you could do is like his stories, which he peeped every time. It signaled to him that you were still on his bumper, thankful he didn’t lose you in his gnarly traffic of his own guilt, grief and shame. Truthfully he thought about crunching and curling your body too, remembering that he was so damn close that night until the reason for the distance happened.

Erik's heart begged that every song you would post on your IG stories as a sign that you were leaving the porch light on for him. "I Miss You (Come Back Home)" by Monifah. "One Mo' Gin" by D'Angelo. "Come Over" by Faith Evans. "Can't Stay Away" by Bootsy Collins. He wasn't the type of dickhead who only reappeared when he wanted some ass. He knew better. Didn't erase the desire or the fire to get to know more about you. He felt your goodness. More conversation would confirm it.

He didn’t want distance anymore. Feeling as if you would still be down to get to know him, with seconds of the clock, he aims for the basket.

I’m off tomorrow. You wanna grab dinner or something? Just to catch up. I’m sorry for disappearing. Shit was just rough.

A sly smile forms on your face.

I know it did. I understand. That night was a lot.

You wait to confirm for tomorrow. He has to sweat just a bit.

I’m down. I rather talk in person anyway :)

You needed to see that face and get that hug. Hugs that swallowed you into the craters of his heart. You really missed those.

Walk around Care after?

You couldn’t contain the fireworks going off inside of your heart. Here’s to a second chance.

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satashiiwrites · 9 months

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Snippet sunday/wip whenever

tagged by @outtoshatter for a wip whenever/snippet sunday. Tagging the usual suspects: @monsterrae1 @missanniewhimsy @quietborderline @westernlarch @rosieposiepuddingnpie @whimsyswastry @tkwritesdumbassassins @alyxmastershipper with no pressure tagging—this is just for fun.

From my July Rough Trade.

Title: Scintillation, chapter 4B

Pairing: main Winteriron, one sided Stucky, Erik Killmonger/T’Challa

Fandom: MCU

tags/warnings: canon typical violence, covers a lot of the events of Iron Man 2 with Tony’s inner commentary. First draft. Non-linear storytelling. Sentinel/guide AU. Tony is not a fan of Natasha atm.

Someone goes through a lot of effort to break Vanko out and make it look like he died.

Tony’s money is split between Senator Dickwad and North Korea—he’s leaning toward Stern, with maybe someone like Justin Hammer whispering bad ideas in his ear.

Rhodey is smarter than doing something this dangerous and stupid, and he immediately messages saying it wasn’t him. Unfortunately, Rhodey also has zero idea which dark and damp hole Vanko has disappeared into.

Tony instructs Jarvis to keep digging. Eventually, someone will make a mistake, and he’ll know where the Russian is. In the meantime, Tony gathers as much information as possible on Ivan and Anton Vanko. It turns out dear old Dad had known Anton, but the son is a thief and sold weapons to terrorists—even the Russians felt he deserved to be locked up and the key tossed away.

Russian prisons are brutal. Tony’s been around the block before and met former prisoners, but Vanko makes his skin crawl more than usual.

His data mining is interrupted by Rhodey warning him that he’s on thin ice with the military. Stern is doing everything in his not-inconsiderable power to try and force the turnover of Tony’s suits to the military, which Tony’s been trying to prevent for the last year.

When will everyone understand that it’s the man within the suit that makes Iron Man special—not the prosthetics he wears? He wasn’t kidding in his senate testimony when he called the suit a prosthetic. It’s an extension of him and gives him possibilities, but it’s still his decision to pull the trigger and his brain marking targets.

Take away the human element, and you’re looking at something worse than what happened in Gulmira.

He won’t let that happen.

So… he maybe wrecks his own party and house—it’ll make it easier for Pep to redecorate later so she can remove the parts that are too painful to remember about him. He has to push Rhodey to do what Tony needs him to do. If he just asked Rhodey, the man would focus too much on trying to save Tony that he’d defer taking what Tony wants him to have.

He’s known Rhodey for a long time, and Tony is very aware of exactly when he crosses the line and can’t be ignored anymore.

Tony needs to know Rhodey will take the shot when it matters.

Rhodey does, and he takes the suit—or, as Rhodey later puts it, commandeers it.

You stole it, Honey Bear, and I let you.

Tony is sleeping off the battle and maybe has a slight hangover when he wakes with a craving for donuts. His donut time is interrupted by none other than his royal sneakiness and wannabe pirate, Nick Fury.

Fury gets in his face and is unimpressed by Tony’s chatter that’s designed to irritate and confuse.

“I’m the realest person you’re ever going to meet,” Fury insists, but the effect is ruined by the smell of cherries coming from his mouth from the donut he’d just eaten.

He’s also infuriatingly observant and points out the taint from the palladium that’s starting to creep up Tony’s neck. “What is that? It doesn’t look good.”

Tony is maybe hiding behind his sunglasses like a petulant child. He has a plan and wants to die in peace without being hassled by the spy of spies.

“I’ve been worse.” He means hangovers, but Fury doesn’t take the line he’s selling.

Of course, that’s when Natalie Rushman—I’m sorry, Natasha Romanoff—makes her presence known. She’s one of Fury’s pets. He should have known. That’s why she felt like silk stretched over solid steel.

Tony thinks her ass looks good in her leather suit, but the hair hanging loose in curls is impractical. Pep would be on his side and snarkily observe that capes and long hair are terrible if you’re going to be in the superhero business. She-spy should take note.

“We’ve secured the perimeter, but I don’t think we should hold it for too much longer,” she informs Fury, ignoring Tony.

He immediately fires her, which she smugly informs him isn’t up to him, sitting next to Fury and snagging one of Tony’s donuts.

Uncharitably, Tony hopes she chokes on it.

#scintillation #snippet sunday #wip whenever #first draft #Winteriron

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lambtotheslaughterr · 15 days

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

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CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot

7. ex!reader x rafe cameron one shot (on the run w kid)

8. virgin!reader x stalker!rafe cameron one shot

10.

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

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melishade · 1 year

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Final Black Panther Shit (because I’m sure everyone else has said their peace about the other stuff I want to talk about) Namor topic here. And let’s talk about *drumroll*

Erik Killmonger coming back and being a fucking menace. Because there’s NO WAY!!!!

First things first: shout out to Michael B. Jordan for returning to reprise his role for Wakanda Forever. He did say that playing Killmonger required him to go to dark places and he had to go to therapy for it. So Jordan, you’re a real one.

But, in regards to the ancestral plane scene, I really like how the music cues you in to realizing that’s not Ramonda sitting on the throne. Shuri’s calling out for her mother, but it’s unsettling when the music is being played. You know it’s not going to be a good experience going forward.

And when the greetings happen, the disrespect that Erik shows to everyone around him is hilarious. His ‘Hey Auntie’, “Wass’up’ to T’Challa after the dramatic entrance. Again, full blown menace.

But as to why Erik was there, it makes sense. Erik was the last person to take the heart-shaped herb. T’Challa can’t be there for obvious reasons. And if Shuri’s heart in that moment is fueled by anger and revenge, of course Erik, someone who was also consumed and fueled by vengeance is going to show up.

I like how Shuri calls him out for taking the herb and then destroying it because he was afraid that someone would usurped him. And the way that Erik twitches at that; it’s like he doesn’t want to admit that Shuri’s right and justifies his actions by changing Wakanda.

I also like how Erik does respect T’Challa. He does call him out for being too noble a little later and letting his father’s murderer go free. But T’Challa was willing to save him. And if Erik was watching what happened after his death, he sees Wakanda opening up to the rest of the world, and sees T’Challa start an outreach in his hometown, and Erik must know that his actions did change something. It wasn’t all in vain, even if he himself would’ve taken a more violent approach. That’s why he call previous kings cowards, excluding him and T’Challa.

Also, also, I like how Erik is telling Shuri to not blame him for event that he didn’t have a part in (even though he was a catalyst for it canon wise). Also to not take away her mother’s sacrifice and disrespect it. Then he calls her father a hypocrite and her brother too noble. Then he asks her are you going to choose nobility or vengeance. We know she chooses nobility in the end, but I’m kind of curious to what Erik thought when she chose mercy.

#black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #black panther #black panther spoilers #bpwf #bpwf spoilers #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #shuri #erik killmonger #t'challa

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loving-barnes · 2 years

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Vendetta - Vendetta (19)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: some fluff, angst, dark themes (murder torture, mention of sexual assault, violence, blood, mocking etc.), smut (unprotected sex, oral, praising etc.), this is a ride

Autor’s note: We are almost done. This one is again longer and weirder and I put there some sexy times. I think this chapter is overall weaker but I did my best. It could have been better, I guess.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 7200+

Chapter eighteen

Vendetta Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Vendetta (19)

“Can you tell me? Please can you tell me about the surprise?” Y/N kept asking with a wide smile on her face as Bucky was driving them to the warehouse where they locked up Erik.

Bucky shook his head, not giving away anything. “Honey, you need to be patient.” His eyes never left the road. “But I have some spare clothes for us. I don’t want you to get that pretty dress messy.”

She kinked a brow and licked her lips. “Spare of clothes, you say?” Y/N started to think out loud. “Well, we are on our way to kill Erik. I believe that we will change into something more comfortable because it is going to be a massacre,” she clapped her hands excitedly. “But wait,” she stopped, “Strange is coming with us.” She turned around and looked at the car following behind them. “And he’s a doctor which means… Will we be taking out Erik’s organs?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Bucky laughed. “You just have to wait.”

She kept quiet for a few minutes before she started to talk again. “You know, tonight was fun. And you said such sweet words about me, it made my heart melt.”

Without breaking his gaze on the road, he grabbed her hand gently and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. “You deserve nothing but the best, Y/N. I must say, your entrance was spectacular. You made me hard, honey.”

“Good to know,” she said. “I hope later tonight we will be able to celebrate, just the two of us, in our own way,” she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned closer to him and kissed him under his ear. It didn’t stop there. Her lips moved to his jaw, nibbling on it.

He hummed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Fuck, Y/N, if you keep doing this, we will end in an accident. I believe you don’t want that.”

She hummed and pulled away. “Once this is done, can we go to the apartment where I was hidden these last few days?” she asked him as her finger kept stroking his chin.

“Sure,” he nodded. As she was about to sit back, Bucky quickly turned his head to her and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. “No more teasing, gorgeous.”

“I can’t help it,” she put back her seatbelt. “If you must know, it is your fault.”

Bucky took out his phone and dialled a number. As he put the phone to his ear, he replied to Y/N. “My fault, you say?”

Clint: Boss?

Bucky: I’m going to need you in the warehouse once you are done at the restaurant.

Clint: Which warehouse do you have in mind?

Bucky: I will text you the exact location. Once you are there, wait outside until we are done. It might take an hour or two. It all depends on how things will go.

Clint: Sure thing. We are finishing here.

Bucky: Good. I’ll send you the address. See you later.

When the call was done, he handed the phone to Y/N. “Could you please write Clint the address of the warehouse we are heading to?” he asked her politely.

She took the phone and typed the message. Her eyes landed on the picture he had put as the background. It still seemed surreal that it was her who he kept looking at every time he unlocked his phone.

Less than thirty minutes later, they arrived at the warehouse. There was only one black van present and that belonged to Bucky’s men. The outside area was quiet and covered in darkness. When they stepped out of the car, Bucky went into the boot of the car, taking out a black travel bag. He then approached his girl and took her hand into his, helping her out. “Are you ready?”

“Ending Killmonger’s life? Hell yeah,” she said excitedly. “That fucker deserves it.”

“Alright,” Bucky nodded and pulled her body closer to his. His left arm wrapped around her waist and his lips pressed against her temple. “But there is something I need you to know about the surprise.”

“Alright,” it sounded more like a question.

“I need you to know that the moment you feel uncomfortable or don’t want to proceed, you just say the word and I will take care of everything.”

Her eyes widened and fear ran down her body. “Uh,” she couldn’t muster a word. “O-Okay. W-What is it, Buck?”

They entered the building and headed straight to an old office. It was empty. There was a couch a table with an older computer and a rustic chair. He threw the bag on top of the table next to the big monitor. The place smelled like mustiness and mould. “We should renovate this place,” she said mostly to herself. “Wait, we got rid of this place a long time ago,” she shook her head.

Bucky handed her the clothes he brought her. Simple black leggings, shirt and converse shoes. Without asking, he approached her from behind, unzipping the dress on the back. He breathed in her sweet scent, smiling. He desired her. Like a magnet, he leaned to her neck, kissing it. “You are driving me crazy,” he whispered.

His fingers slipped under the straps and pushed them off her shoulders, letting the fabric slip down off her body. Y/N stood in front of him in nothing but high heels and matching lacy underwear. “Fuck,” he licked a stripe over her pulse and hummed. “I’m going to cum in my pants if I don’t let you go.”

She reached for the black leggings and started to put them on. When her ass brushed gently against his crotch, he moaned. “Baby, we have to wait just a tiny bit longer.”

Bucky took off his fancy suit, folding it over the chair. He too brought himself some spare shoes and jeans. But he decided to keep on the white button-up shirt. He turned around just in time. Y/N was about to put on the shirt. “No, no, wait,” he stopped her urgently.

“What? What!” she lowered the shirt and looked down at her stomach and breasts. She didn’t see anything unusual there.

He scanned her body carefully and then with a wide smile said “okay, you good.”

“What the fuck, Barnes?” she laughed and put on the shirt. Then, she rolled up the sleeves. “Sexual harassment at work? That’s very unprofessional.” She turned around as if she was trying to find something. “Any weapons?”

He smiled. “It has been set in the main room,” he fixed his clothing and took off his expensive watch. Bucky put them into the travel bag. He kept his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. “Are you ready?”

When she nodded in agreement, once again, he pulled her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Together, they walked out of the office. “Again, Y/N, I want you to know that whenever you want to stop, or you don’t want to do anything at all, you just tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, even though I realize you might be the moment you see what I got for you.”

Y/N had many questions on her mind. She kept staring at him like an idiot, not having a single idea what that speech was about. “Bucky, baby, if this is some kind of sexual thing then I…”

Her breath got stuck in her throat when her eyes found two men tied to metal chairs in nothing but their briefs. She knew them both. Her stomach twisted and turned and immediately, she took a step back. She had trouble breathing. It all came rushing back to her. All those memories were back and suddenly, she was back in the showers, on the cold floor, naked as the men were standing above her when they were done.

Bucky’s head appeared in front of her and his hands gently caressed her cheeks. “Breathe for me,” she heard him say. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“Why did you bring them here?” she whispered. Her voice was shaking.

“They’ve hurt you,” he started to talk softly. “When I heard what they did to you, I promised that I would do everything in my power to hunt these fuckers down and bring them to you, so you can have your revenge.” There was something in his voice she hadn’t seen or heard before. Pain and sorrow. The way his eyes were staring at her, was filled with love but also with anger. “With the help of my men, we were able to bring them here. This is my gift to you,” he stepped aside and pointed at those two men.

Now she noticed that their mouths were stuffed with a piece of black fabric. They couldn’t talk or scream. Only whining could be heard.

“Wow,” was all she managed to say.

“Before we get rid of Erik, I want you to have a go at these two if you want,” he offered. “It’s all up to you, honey. Just know that they can’t hurt you now. If they try to escape, there will be a bullet between their eyes in a millisecond.”

“This is my surprise?” said Y/N quietly, as if she didn’t want them to hear her. “Revenge?”

Bucky closed the gap between them by resting his forehead against hers. One of his hands was on the back of her neck and the other on her hip. “It is killing me to know what those assholes, those animals did to you. I want them to suffer; I want them dead. I want them to pay for what they had done to you. And I want them to feel nothing but pain before their lives will end tonight,” a growl escaped his throat.

With a loud sigh, she brought his lips to hers, kissing him with everything she got. It was filled with many unspoken emotions and he could feel it. “I love you, James.” When she looked back at him, she noticed his eyes were glossy. “Why did you bring Strange here?” she tilted her head to the side and locked eyes with the doctor who was standing not far from them, with carry-on fridges and medical utensils.

“Eh, business,” he said with a smile. “Before they die, maybe we could get some of their organs.”

That single sentence brought out another set of loud whines from the men. No one gave them any reaction.

“Oh, I like that idea,” and the wide, beautiful smile was back on her face. “Extra coin would be good. Have you settled on the percentages with Strange? I mean, he’ll be the one doing the procedure, which means that he too should get something out of it.”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered.”

Y/N walked around her husband and approached both men. The whining didn’t stop. As if they were trying to tell her something but she didn’t give a shit. “I love the sounds you make,” she used the same sentence they once did. “So helpless, so vulnerable. No one is going to hear you here. No one is going to help you, boys.”

Bucky brought a folding chair that was next to the door. More of them were lying around the whole room. He sat down and put one leg over the other. He wanted to enjoy the show.

“Let me tell you a secret,” Y/N leaned forward, being closer to them. “I won’t be the one to kill you tonight. I won’t be the one who will harm you in any way.”

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Both men stopped whining for a moment and stared at her with wide eyes. One of them even had tears running down his cheeks.

“I will let my husband take charge and do as he pleases,” she informed them. “And believe me, he will do a great number on you two. He can use his wild imagination and harm you in any way he wants. And at the very end, when your life is barely hanging on a thread, Doctor Strange will get inside you and take some of your beautiful organs that will help good people to survive in this rotten world.”

That’s when the real muffled screaming started. Both men were trashing the chairs, trying their hardest to escape but to no avail. It was like music to her ears.

“Damn,” said Bucky under his nose. “My wife is hot when she’s angry and dark.”

She walked to him, hips swaying from side to side. “Make me proud, love.”

“Always.” They switched places. Y/N sat down on the chair and Bucky hopped on his feet, ready to have some fun. Before he left, he kissed her cheek. “Enjoy the show.”

“I will. You can enjoy the show later when I am taking life from Erik Stevens.”

The show started. At first, Bucky took out the fabric off their mouths so he could hear them scream and cry. He enjoyed punching the shit out of both men. Their faces were swelling up, bruising and bleeding from mouths and noses. One of them lost his teeth during the process. The way Bucky’s back and biceps flexed made Y/N cross her legs. He was so damn hot.

Bucky grabbed forceps from Strange’s table and walked back to the first man. He grabbed him by his short hair and pulled back. “You know, it was nice watching those teeth fly out of your mouth. How about we get rid of some more?”

Y/N was surprised to see Bucky forcefully open the man’s mouth and pull out several of his front teeth. It must have hurt like a bitch when she listened to the painful scream. Then again, it was in a twisted way beautiful. It was only a fraction of the pain she felt that night.

“I could make a necklace out of your teeth,” Bucky commented once he scanned the tooth he was holding with the forceps. “Although, good thing you are here because this one has a cavity.”

“Has your husband been this crazy even before?” Strange asked Y/N when he approached her. His hands were covered in white rubber gloves and wore a medical robe.

“His crazy matches my crazy,” she winked at the doctor.

It was like a live horror story happening in front of their eyes. As if she was in a theatre and there was a bloody and disgusting scene happening. Bucky approached the other man and with a knife carved on his forehead the word rapist. The blood was running down his face, covering his neck and shoulders. He made the cuts deep and painful.

“I’ve heard that you have a fiancé. How would she feel if she knew what kind of a pig you are,” said Bucky as he finished the word. “What do you say if we send her a picture?”

“Just kill me already,” said the man, tired from it all. “Let my fiancé be, please.”

“Ah, already begging,” Bucky kept that wicked smile on his face. “Does she know what you have done in the past? Does she know how you treat women? She’d be shocked to learn the truth.”

There were no words, just whining and moaning from all the pain.

“Such pussies,” Y/N scoffed. “They deserve to be beaten to death.”

“If we want to take some organs, we should not harm their stomachs and all,” said Steven nonchalantly. “Otherwise we won’t be able to take them. One kidney would give us so much money. Imagine what we can get for a heart. Bruised organs won’t do the trick.”

Her eyes focused back on Bucky who was throwing punches. The men’s faces were unrecognizable. They were swollen and covered in blood. And when he wasn’t punching them, he was breaking their bones. First the fingers, then the bigger bones. One of the men had a shoulder dislocated.

Suddenly, Y/N started to clap her hands, bringing Bucky’s attention to her.

“Yes, darling?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Why won’t we leave these two to Doctor Strange and have his fun while we move to the main event?” she asked lovingly. “I can’t wait to get my hands on Killmonger and end his life. This was nice. You did an amazing number on them.”

Taking a step back, Bucky turned his gaze at the two beaten-up men. One was missing teeth and the other one had a beautiful bloody sign on his forehead. It was a masterpiece. “Well, gentlemen, I think it’s time to say goodbye. You are in good hands with Doctor Strange and our men,” and he whistled loudly.

Another entrance door opened and four men walked in, dressed in black. Each one of them had black leather gloves on their hands and was ready to assist the doctor with the surgeries he was about to perform.

Bucky grabbed Y/N by the hand and helped her stand up from the chair. She didn’t mind that his hands were covered in blood. It looked how which might have sounded wrong.

“Beautiful,” she said with a smile.

Together, they walked into the old hall where there used to be cargo, machines and other equipment. Now, it was empty, spacious and covered in rust. There were puddles of water that didn’t get the chance to dry. In the very middle of the warehouse, there were two pillars and from them were hanging chains. Those chains were wrapped around Killmonger’s weak body.

Their men were pointing guns at him the whole time as they were ordered. If Erik tried something, they were allowed to inject him with some sedatives. That man was dangerous and therefore they had to take precautions. They knew he’d be able to escape the chains if he saw a tiny opportunity.

“Bucky,” she moaned into his ear. “You were so hot out there. I love that you did that for me.”

“Anything for you, honey.”

With a sweet kiss, they stopped in front of Killmonger who seemed out at the moment. “Rise and shine, dickhead,” Y/N called loudly. Her voice echoed around the hall and it did the trick to bring the man out of his slumber. His eyes crossed and he licked his dry lips. It seemed he wasn’t drinking for at least two days.

Screams could be heard from the other side of the warehouse, making everyone alert. “Ah, it has started,” Bucky said with a hint of happiness. “Your friends are in the hands of our doctor. You know, simple procedure – taking out their kidneys, livers, hearts and everything that can be sold to people in need.”

“What the fuck?” he mumbled when his head tilted up to see both Y/N and Bucky standing above him. He noticed Bucky’s hands covered in blood. Some of it even got on his white fancy shirt. “I see you enjoyed some fun time,” he commented.

“That was just foreplay,” Bucky laughed.

“Now, it’s time for the main event,” said Y/N and without waiting, she lunged at him, hitting his jaw with a fist. She got him good as blood splashed out of his mouth.

Bucky snapped his fingers and stepped aside. One of his men brought him a chair and sat on it. He had a beautiful view of the scene unfolding in front of him, as well as the gorgeous view of Y/N’s ass. Bucky didn’t need to establish who was doing what. His woman was in charge and he let her.

“I was waiting for this the moment we took you here,” she said. “Honestly, you are an imbecile, you know that? How could you fall for that stupid trick?” and she started to laugh. Suddenly, the men behind her laughed too. Turning around, Bucky was whispering to them how they managed to kidnap him.

“Well played,” said Erik as he took a deep breath. “So what are you going to do, little girl? Are you going to beat me up?” he mocked her by changing his voice to a baby one.

“I’m going to kill you,” she replied.

“And don’t you think this is unfair? I’m all tied up and can’t protect myself while you are having your fun.”

She squatted down to be at the same eye level as him. “And do you think it was fair when you assaulted me back in the military? Of course, it wasn’t. You just wanted to have your fun. Well, now I’m going have my.”

She stood up and took a step back, turning to the men. “Boys, I need you to put him higher so he’s standing up. It’s better to work on a bigger canvas. This won’t do the trick.”

When her eyes met with Bucky’s he was grinning at her like a maniac. His legs were spread wide as he sat on the chair comfortably. They kept staring at each other until there was creaking coming from behind her. And that’s when she noticed the tent forming inside his pants. She kinked a brow, chuckling. “Mr Barnes,” she said suggestively.

Without any shame, he stroked his semi-hard cock as he kept staring directly into her eyes. “If only you could see what I see, Mrs Barnes.”

Before she could continue her work, she quickly walked to Bucky and leaned in for a sloppy kiss. Her hand replaced his for a brief moment, just to feel how hard he was. “Stop, or I will fuck you in front of everyone. You know how I am… once I get a taste…”

“I can see that,” she bit his lower lip. “I saw what you did yesterday.”

“Mhm, but that was our first time together. Tonight, it won’t be our first time and I want to fuck you really good,” he whispered so only she could hear him. “Well, if you are up for it.”

“Are you two done?” Erik shouted from behind. “I can hear you here. You’d never be able to fuck her the way I and the boys did.”

“I know you can hear. I just want you to know what consent is,” Y/N rolled her eyes and straightened her back. Bucky almost whined when her hand left his crotch. “But then again, you are about to die so why bother and react to your stupid insults.”

He was about to say something but Y/N didn’t give him a chance. Like a train, she approached him and hit his nose with all the force she had. Her ears registered the sound of cracking. Blood started to pour down his nostrils. And then, a few more strikes followed, hitting his cheeks and jaw. She tore the skin under his eye. But that was just the beginning.

With a brisk walk, she came to one of the men that kept aiming at Erik and she took his knife. “I need this,” she said mostly to herself and walked back to her victim.

The tip of the blade started to trail over his neck, where his pulse was. Carefully, she nicked the skin to make him bleed. It wasn’t anything dangerous. And then she dragged it lower over his exposed muscular chest until it reached his briefs. Luckily, she still had those white rubber gloves, otherwise, she wouldn’t proceed. With a swift move, she cut them in half and exposed his penis to everyone present.

“You fucking bitch,” he hissed.

“What? Suddenly it is not okay if you are exposed to an audience?” she tilted her head. “And here I thought you liked exhibitionism.”

“Honey, I don’t want to see his junk,” said Bucky from behind her.

“Ashamed your dick is smaller?” Erik had to tease.

Y/N kept staring into Erik’s eyes when a wild smile appeared on her face, showing him her teeth. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to see it for a second longer.”

“What?” the man in front of her asked with a scream as her left hand grabbed him by the base and the right-hand cut right through it. Luckily, the knife was sharp and with a rapid movement, she got through it quickly, suddenly holding it in her hand. She could see tears coming out of his eyes as he kept shouting profanities at her.

“Holy shit!” Bucky screamed, shocked by what he saw. “Wow.”

Blood was pouring out of his body. Some of it ended on her black clothes and exposed forearms.

“Shit,” the men behind her whispered. One of them even crossed his legs, scared he would too get his dick chopped off.

“I should have killed you!” Erik shouted at Y/N with everything he had. “You fucking cunt! You whore! You fucking cumdump!”

All those insults made Bucky stand up from his chair and head to them. Without a second thought, he threw a punch directly into his face to shut him up. “I’m going to twist your arms and legs and broke every bone in your body if you insult her one more time.”

“Aw,” she smiled at Bucky. “That’s so nice.”

“Fuck you too! You two are the real fucking monsters in here.”

Y/N looked down at the chopped-off organ. “I thought I would feed this to the dogs we have but I like them a lot and wouldn’t give them anything like this.”

Erik was losing colour. The bleeding from his crotch didn’t stop. He was about to die of exsanguination. She had to admit it was a nice view. Dropping the penis on the ground, her hands started to work again. This time, she cut off his balls and let them drop down. “Now that’s what I call a proper castration.”

“Beautiful,” Bucky commented. “Now I know not to piss you off.”

“Let’s end this, shall we?” the grip on the handle tightened and she stabbed the knife right into Erik’s heart, twisting it. His mouth opened and more blood started to pour out of it. “You deserve nothing but painful death, you son-of-a-bitch.”

She kept staring at his face, watching as life was slowly fading away. It was fascinating. She could see the last breath he took; the last movement of his body or even when his head fell down. Dead.

The adrenaline that built inside her body kept decreasing rapidly. When she took in the scent of blood, metal and mould, her legs gave up. Luckily, Bucky was there to catch her. “Honey, are you alright?” Together, they sat down on the cold hard ground, not caring that their clothes were covered in blood and dirt. She took off the white rubber gloves and threw them somewhere beside her. That’s when she realized even Bucky had his gloves gone.

“It’s done,” she whispered. Her head rested on his shoulder as she kept breathing loudly. As if it was all coming together, the reality hit her like a freight car. “It’s all done. It’s over.”

He kissed her temple and smiled. “Yeah, it’s over, Y/N. The enemy is gone and the demons were killed.” Afterwards, he helped her get up on her feet and held her close to his body. When they turned to their men, they all seemed to be scared.

“This is what will happen to you if you betray us,” Y/N informed them with a strict tone. “You know the rules; you know what job you have to do and you know for who you work. If you do your job as expected, you’ll be rewarded. If you betray us or try to kill us, we will kill you – slowly, intimately, in every way possible.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

Barnes was amused and proud. His girl, his wife, was able to do something that no one would have the guts to do. Hell, he was sure Steve or Sam wouldn’t be this brutal.

“Can I ask for a favour?” she asked them all. “I want you to put Killmonger’s body into cement and once it hardens, threw it into the ocean. That way no one will ever find him. It will be just a massive brick sitting on the very bottom of the sea.”

The terror in the men’s eyes was funny. She had to chuckle. “S-sure,” someone dared to say.

“Thank you,” she smiled and together with Bucky, they started to walk back into the old office where they collected their belongings.

Before she could reach for the bag, Bucky grabbed her by the hands and kneeled in front of her. She was confused. What the hell was he doing?

He kept kissing her hands. “I want you to know that you are my Queen.”

“James-“

“You are strong and intelligent and when someone crosses you, you become this fearless warrior, not giving anyone mercy. What you did tonight was spectacular. My father told me that one day, I will need a strong woman by my side. A woman that will be able to deal with the world we live in, and that she’ll be able to bear the heaviness of our world. And I found her,” he gave her hand another kiss. “I know that these last few weeks were crazy. We found out we love each other and suddenly, we got married and overall, it’s been a hell of a ride. We skipped a lot of things – first date, first getaway, engagement and we didn’t even have any of it.”

“Baby,” she tried her best to hold back the tears.

“But in the end, I love being with you, I love doing business with you and working with you. I love you, Y/N.”

In an instant, she was also on her knees, arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him passionately. Y/N wanted nothing more than to remain in this exact position, kissing him until the end of their lives. “When we met at the very beginning, I never thought you’d be this loving and amazing man. I love you, James Barnes.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you too, Y/N Barnes.”

It made her laugh. It seemed all so surreal to have his last name. Hell, she loved it.

A few minutes later, they were walking out of the warehouse back into Bucky’s car when they were met by Clint and his men. “Boss, how was the fun?” he smirked. Clint could see the blood all over their clothes.

“It was a ride, my friend,” said Bucky and patted his shoulder. “My wife was amazing. Oh, if you see a penis resting on the ground, just get rid of it.”

“And balls,” Y/N added.

“What the fuck?” Clint seemed horrified. “You chopped off someone's genitals?”

“No, of course not. I just did a castration but without instructions,” she shrugged and winked at the man. “That should be a new Youtube challenge.”

“Honey, don’t give children any ideas,” Bucky shook his head.

Clint whistled. “Well, shit. Alright, I’m going to clean up after you two lovebirds.”

“Also, Doctor Strange is still there. He might be taking some organs from two more victims that are there,” said Bucky. “Just let him work in peace.”

“Dude,” Clint shook his head. “I have no words. I don’t think I want to know more. I’ll be relieved when the clean-up is done and I get to go to bed after this night.”

Their ways had split. While Clint and the men when inside the warehouse, Bucky and Y/N got in the car, driving back to Bucky’s apartment where his wife was hiding for the past three days. During the ride, they discussed the evening and talked about every detail of the night. It was until Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s crotch again and she could see he was hard again – or still?

She bit her lip and sneaked a glance at him. “Mr Barnes, are you horny again? Even after everything you saw?”

“I am still hard for you, Y/N. When I saw you standing there, beating the shit out of Killmonger, I was close to taking you right there, in front of everyone,” he admitted. “And when you got that knife, oomph, I almost came in my pants.”

She relaxed in her seat and spread her legs apart. Without thinking, she grabbed his right hand and put it high on her thigh. Throughout the whole time, she kept staring at the road. Even when his hand got higher and he started to rub her clothed pussy. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. And when his hand slipped under the waistband of the leggings she wore, her breath hitched.

His fingers got under the panties and found her soft pussy lips. This time, she gasped loudly. “My dirty girl wants to be touched before we get home?” Bucky’s middle fingers went over her clit and followed lower to her entrance, collecting wetness. “Already wet for me,” he stated.

After he played with her pussy a little, he brought the hand back out and licked his fingers, humming delightfully. “You taste divine,” he said. “I can’t wait until I have my head buried between your legs.”

It took them some more time until they arrived back at Bucky’s rental. Like a gentleman, he took the travel bag and opened the door to his lady. She grabbed his free hand and together they walked into the building.

While they were standing in the elevator, he pushed her against the wall, gazing into her eyes. He could get lost in them. Bucky didn’t kiss her or touched her. He had his body pressed against her, breathing in her scent, his nose brushing against her temple. It was her who had to do something. She bit his lower lip and gently pulled on it.

With a ding, they knew it was time to leave the elevator. Both were walking slowly side by side. Once they entered Bucky’s apartment and the door closed, he was immediately on her. His strong arms wrapped around her body and he pushed her against the wall. Their mouths were locked together in a sloppy kiss.

“Can I?” he had to ask between all the kisses.

“Yes,” she smiled at him, loving that he asked again.

Both their shoes were gone as they started to move deeper into the apartment. His hands started to work on her leggings, taking them off. She stepped out of them and Bucky threw them somewhere on the floor in the hallway.

They entered the spacious living room connected with the kitchen. She got rid of his bloody white shirt, letting it fall down. She could never get enough of the sight in front of her. His body was made by gods, she was sure of it.

Bucky got impatient. They neared the dining table. He let her go for a few seconds, only to wipe off everything from the table. The vase with flowers he got her yesterday afternoon broke and the flowers spread around the floor. And then, he was back on his mission to get rid of her tight black shirt. This time it was easier as she held her arms up and helped him with it.

She was in front of him in nothing but matching lacy underwear he salivated over in the warehouse. Bucky grabbed her into his arms and helped her lay down on the table.

“Such beautiful dinner,” he chuckled as he admired her body on the table. She had that smile on that made him melt. “I’m going to have a feast.”

She reached behind her head and took out some of the pins so her hair could fall down and freely frame her face. When he saw that, he moaned. Y/N wanted to get to him to have his lips on her again, but he had a different plan.

He spread her legs and his right arm touched her clothed pussy. After a few rubs hit trailed up until it reached her breasts and squeezed the left one. “I’m going to ruin you, princess. Would you like that?”

Her eyes sparkled from all the lust and excitement. She had learnt that sex could be a pleasurable experience. He proved it last night. This was a whole new level of exploration for her. The way he was standing in front of her, admiring her as if she was a goddess. Something about it all made her whine. The view of a muscular chest, while still wearing the jeans made her roll her eyes as butterflies and shivers run all over her body.

“Bucky,” she whispered his name.

His fingers gripped the hem of the panties and pulled them off her, enjoying how they brushed her soft legs. And there she was, exposed to him and only him. He couldn’t wait any longer as he dove right into her pussy, licking and sucking on it.

The sounds that escaped Y/N’s mouth were music to his ears. She kept writhing under him, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. He was able to find the right spot that made her go crazy. “This pussy is mine only,” he said possessively.

“Yes, all yours,” she managed to say through the moans that were coming out of her.

When she raised her head up, she saw him looking at her while he kept sucking on her clit. She was a goner. That view alone brought her closer to her orgasm. She wasn’t able to tell to him. Suddenly, Y/N’s body was in another world as the orgasm hit her hard. And he continued his ministrations only to hear even louder sounds coming out of her mouth.

“I-“ she had trouble talking. “Sensitive.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed her clit before he pulled from her pussy and kept on that significant smirk of his. “I could watch you all day. Hell, I could eat you out the whole week.”

Y/N sat up, quickly finding his lips in a hungry kiss. She didn’t care she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was hot. As she kept him distracted by the kiss, her hands travelled down his hard abs until she found the zipper of his jeans and unzipped them. Then her hands slipped inside, right under his briefs, taking his hard cock into her hand.

This time it was him who moaned. “Fuck, honey.”

She took him out, her eyes falling down to have a look at him. It was tempting to take his cock into her mouth and reciprocate the same pleasure as he gave to her. His cock looked delicious.

Her other hand pushed his chest and he stepped back. She hopped off the table. He grabbed her by the hand and brought her to the couch. Bucky took off the rest of his clothes, finally being naked. He sat down on the couch. His hands grabbed her smaller one. He was about to pull her on top of him, but instead, she fell down on her knees between his legs.

“Shit, Y/N,” his eyes widened. “You don’t… ahhh,” he gasped as her lips wrapped around the head, tasting him. “Holy shit.”

She chuckled and licked a long stripe from the base until the tip. Watching Bucky being lost in pleasure made her feel powerful. He kept breathing loudly, letting out sweet sounds as she continued giving him head, slowly bobbing her head.

He felt like he died and was in heaven. He didn’t expect to get a blowjob from her. He thought she’d want to wait a bit longer. And here she was, on her knees, making him melt into the couch.

“Come here,” he stopped her, impatient. “I must have you.”

“But-“

“Nah,” he shook his head and helped her up to her feet. “I want you to ride me, sweet girl. Can you do that?”

Her hands reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid down her arms, leaving her finally all naked for her man. Slowly, she crawled on top of him. His right hand brushed her chest and rested on her neck. Their lips met again, tongues battling as they made out for another minute.

Taking him into her hand, she lined it with her entrance. Carefully, she lowered herself, feeling his cock stretching her out. The sound that escaped her mouth only made him smile. “So tight,” he said.

The slapping sound of skin could be heard around the living room. Bucky kept his hand on her neck, squeezing it lightly just to put some pressure. He was testing the waters. He noticed she liked being choked during sex.

“Fuck,” she hissed under her nose as she tried to speed up the pace. “Bucky, you are so big.”

He grinned at her. Both of his hands found her ass and squeezed it tightly. “Am I filling you well?” he asked. “Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. Can you do that?”

She shook her head. “I need you to play with my clit,” she admitted shamelessly.

His mouth found one of her nipples and sucked on it hard. “As you wish.” His fingers found her little bundle of nerves and started to toy with it. It brought out a new set of moans and he could cum just from hearing them.

“Please, keep going,” she whispered as she felt his digit on her clit, circling it. “That’s it, James.”

“Love when you, ah, say my name,” his eyes rolled when he felt her walls squeezing him tightly. “Fuck, Y/N, come with me,” he stopped his ministrations and grabbed her by the waist.

Before she could process what happened, he was holding her tightly and her legs wrapped around his waist. Somehow he managed to be buried deep inside her.

Bucky took them into the bedroom where he gently put her on the bed and kissed her lips. “Can we continue?” he asked, just in case she didn’t want to proceed.

“Please, I want to cum on your cock,” she whined.

As she wished, he went in, fucking her deep and fast. The way her eyes rolled and she was mumbling incoherent words, let him know that she was lost in pleasure. Her heels were digging deep into his lower back. “Come on, let me hear you.”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” her voice was high-pitched. One of her hands went between their bodies, stroking her clit. “I’m so close.”

He smacked her hand, making her take it away and switched it with his. As he did it, her back arched. “Fuck,” he smiled. “Look how pretty you are. Cum, Y/N. I want to you cum around my cock.”

And she did. Just like the first time, the orgasm was intense. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her mouth was wide open as her walls were swallowing his thick length deep inside her. Y/N was out. Somewhere in the back, she could hear his muffled sounds floating around her.

When she opened her eyes, Bucky had his closed as he reached his peak, spilling his seed deep inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept mumbling. “I’m cumming.”

That sight alone made her squeeze his cock one more time until he emptied himself.

And then there was nothing but heavy breathing. When he rolled down, he brought Y/N with him, making her body press against his naked one. “Such good girl,” he praised her. “I love you.”

"I love you too, Buck."

Chapter Twenty

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