Summary: Naeema Webster is a proud black owner of the cleaning company So-Neat. She’s hired by a boujee assistant that works for a mysterious rich man for her first big cleaning job. Her cryptic client is so pleased with Naeema’s work that he asks if she could be his full-time maid. Not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, Naeema decides to meet with this secretive client, unaware of exactly what she’s getting herself into.
So this is the first fic I’m doing that I wrote a summary for! I just had sudden inspiration for this today and wrote it out. It will definitely be two parts.
Summary: An American space mission lands on Mars; Erik Stevens, the mission commander, collects soil samples. However, a substance in the sample thaws out on the ship, proceeding to infect the astronauts, causing a 7-minute gap in radio contact between Earth. Nonetheless, the mission is still considered a success and the crew safely returns to Earth. Only Dr. Hugo Cromwell, an institutionalized former scientist, reacts violently to their return. Upon return, Stevens, as well as Halle Gamble and John Smith, are examined by the space agency doctor, Dr. Orinsky and quarantined to prevent them from engaging in sexual activity for ten days. Despite the quarantine, Erik, when attending a fundraiser honoring the astronauts, quickly disregards this advice.
Warnings: smut, breeding, sci-fi
This mission required a whole lot of money and the smartest people. Engineers, scientists, and of course, the best astronauts in the USA. Erik Stevens, the mission commander and his team had just come back from a routine mission when another voyage would be happening in less than 24 hours. The new mission consists of going to Mars to collect soil samples. It’s been over three months since Erik Stevens and his usual crew became a part of the Space Station Freedom project that finally saw success after its collapse in 1990.
Chantilly Davenport was struck by tragedy just as adulthood began for her. Numb from the world, a fierce deity takes her under her wing, and Chantilly serves her goddess faithfully with bountiful blessings and power accompanied with her protection. But her goddess wants more. A more substantial sacrifice. A dapper and mysterious gentleman arrives in town and quickly makes a mark on the Holy City. Chantilly is enticed in more than one way and is urged to strike. The perfect sacrifice. Chaos ensues when the ritual goes utterly wrong and the perfect sacrifice is anything but…
Black Panther was really fun, and I especially loved the production design, the music, and the BADASS LADIES. I kept forgetting that the movie was technically about T’Challa to be honest because Okoye, Nakia, and Shuri kept stealing the show <3
A follow up to The Order of The Avengers (availableHEREandHERE). All the outfits are inspired by the ones of various African people (Maasai people, Zulu people, Himba people, etc..) but also by concept art from the book The Art of Black Panther.
Very stunning and breathtaking also rest in peace our king
Summary;ERIK AND HIS FRIENDS VISIT A CLUB, WHICH YOU SO HAPPEN TO BE IN. AFTER SEEING HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN A LONG TIME, HE CAN’T HELP BUT LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOURE DANCING ON SOMEONE ELSE.
“What do you mean?” I questioned, finding myself a little lost at his confession.
“I don’t know” He answered, hanging his head low, with his eyes shut tight. I never seen him in a state like this, let alone know how to react to it.
“H-how? How do you not kn-”
“I just, I JUST DON’T. Okay, I’m… I don’t. Fuck” He turned around slapping the brick wall adjacent to him, curling his hands into fists. He breathed out an exhausted sigh, using his elbows to support him as he held himself up on the alley wall.
“I don’t know Y/N” He opened his eyes to look at me, craning his head to the side. “I don’t know how to- you know. I can’t, not after him” A resilient frown etched upon his lips, while his eyes shone an endless sorrowful blue.
I cautiously ambled over to where he stood, pitying himself, and warily placed a gentle hand on his broad shoulder. I pulled him around, catching his attention briefly before leaning on my tip toes, and gifting him a small kiss on his temple.
I grabbed his wrists, while he refused to meet my gaze. I sneaked closer so I was directly under his head, forcing him to pay attention to me.
“Hey” I started, an apologetic smile on my face. “It’s not your fault, Erik. You need to understand that. It’s also not your responsibility to-”
“Of COURSE it’s my responsibility Y/N. He’s MY dad for fucks sake” He ripped his arms from my wrists, lashing out on reflex. With his agile reflexes, I flinched on instinct backing away from him slightly.
“Fuck I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean-. Fucking shit… Fuck” He let out a frustrated growl, pacing around continuously in a circle, while he gripped at his head in indignation.
“Erik, E-erik. Hold up, Erik. Chill” I tried reassuring, while he continued to beat himself up. I grabbed a hold of his bicep, using all my force to pull him towards me, in which he complied.
“Erik… look” I pointed to the stars, glancing up as he did. “Your father is there, watching you; observing you. He’s not gone, and he never will” I stared deeply into his broken irises, resting my palm on his moonlit cheek. He curved a reluctant arm around my waist, securing our intimate position before locking his gaze with mine.
“Your father had spontaneous ideas, and beliefs similar to yours. You share the same determination, persistence, and passion; even a blind person would be able to tell you came from the same blood” He chuckled lightly, a grin I haven’t seen in a while make an appearance on his lips. “But your father knew how to love. He never let his disagreement, his work, his pain and trauma define his love” I explained, remembering all the stories Erik would tell me about his father while we were laying in bed.
“How would you know that Y/N?” He doubted, shaking his head in apprehension.
“I know that because…” I reached up, drawing his face closer to mine and placing a delicate, but long kiss on his chapped lips. “Your father loved you. Just like the way I love you”
He took my hands in his, looking like mouse and an elephant in size comparison, peering into my eyes in uncertainty and boldness. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, appearing as if he has having a troubling battle occurring inside of him.
“Y/N I can’t love you… now” He began, delaying his words. “But I promise you. When I can, I’ll give youlove galore”
WARNINGS: A WHOLE TON OF CURSING, SO GET YA BIBLES, ANGST
Summary; ERIK AND HIS FRIENDS VISIT A CLUB, WHICH YOU SO HAPPEN TO BE IN. AFTER SEEING HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN A LONG TIME, HE CAN’T HELP BUT LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOURE DANCING ON SOMEONE ELSE.
I licked my lips in hesitance, attempting to lose myself into the music once again. I felt his hands rile up and down the curves of my waist, dancing along them like tidal waves.
I swung around sensually, facing him. I brought him into the crevice of my neck; cradling him in my arms, as I worked on his neck, taking in the small groans that would emit from his mouth.
I locked eyes with Erik, and I stared at him with an antagonizing stare, showcasing what he could’ve had.
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“When will you get that through your thick skull Y/N” He seethed, pushing my rested hand off of his tense shoulder. I cowered in front of him, minimizing my body so I would believe I wasn’t there.
“Erik, a-all I was, um… asking was th-” I muttered almost silently, clutching my folded palms in my arms.
“I don’t fucking care Y/N. I told you, I don’t have time for this bullshit” He spitted, cutting me off, and facing the other way as if I wasn’t worth reasoning with.
“All I was asking why we never go out anymore” I stated, compensating with him, although I knew there was no way to do that, especially with his attitude.
“Y/N are you fucking deaf? or retarded?” He chuckled sarcastically, flaring his hands in the air. “I just said I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU”
My blood began to grow thick, and boil with anger. I could feel the adrenaline resonate in the very walls of my veins, and the trapped air getting caught in my throat as I bit my tongue.
“Just drop it Y/N. Go back to cleaning or some shit; matter of a fact, go make me a san-” He growled, waving me away while he walked casually back to his desk.
“Do you even love me” I questioned, cutting him off from continuing his extremely sexist command. I put my foot down, staring him directly in the pools of abyss he has as eyes.
“Didn’t I fucking tell you to drop it-”
“Answer. The. Fucking Question. Erik” I fumed, wearing nothing but a blank, empty stare with a matching scowl.
“No. I can’t don’t love you”
-
I brought the stranger’s face back to get a better look at him, when I realized it was one of Erik’s little sidemen. In bewilderment, I stepped away from him, contemplating whether I should continue.
“Hey, are you okay?” He spoke softly, leaning into my ear as he clutched onto my waist.
“Yeah I’m okay” I reassured, placing my palm on top of his hand.
“What’s your name?”
He displayed a bright grin, giving off a warm and gentle feeling, as if the sun was radiating on your cheeks during the mid-summer. I smiled back, noticing small dimples that dug into the sides of his upper chin.
“Y/N, and yours?”
From behind him, I noticed Erik slip away into the bar behind me, with an empty Hennessy bottle gripped tightly in his right hand.
“M’baku. So, what’s a beautiful woman do-” He began, before getting cut short.
“So is this what you’re doing now?”
Erik appeared from behind me, stepping in front of me, blocking my view of M’baku. He gritted his teeth while he started his second bottle of Hennessy, his veins were apparent in his temple, and forearms as he seethed heavily through his drink.
“And you” He pointed his finger at M’baku, digging his hand into his chest, getting close and personal to hisfriend. “Get the fuck outta here” He barked, pushing him to the side.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Er-” He attempted to protest, smoothing down the wrinkles Erik produced on his shirt.
“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT” Erik screamed, not caring if he gathered some negative attention from the audience around him.
M’baku glared at him in disbelief, standing there deciding whether to start something or walk away. But from the ember in Erik’s eyes, he chose to leave the scene.
I stayed silent, feeling moths soaring in my stomach. I say moths because they’re like butterflies, similar to what Erik use to make me feel, but now it’s slightly less colorful than before.
“This is what you’re doing now Y/N? You’re hoeing around with my friends?” He thundered, his tone laced with venom and spite. His voiced boomed like the insides of hell.
“As if you’d considered him your friend, after telling him to fuck off” I retorted, folding my arms together.
“Why the fuck do you car Y/N? You caught feelings for him? Cause he ain’t the person he say-” He began to degrade his ‘friend’, trying to reason for his actions.
“Shut the fuck up Erik. You’re one to talk. After all the bullshit you left me through, you shouldn’t even start with me” I spitted. Usually when Erik would try and justify his claim, no matter how much I disagreed with it, I would usually attempt to compromise. But I’m not that bitch anymore.
“You’re still on that Y/N? You’re still butthurt cause I hurt your school girl feelings?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at me immaturely.
“You know what fuck this?” I turned to leave, but he clutched onto my wrists, pulling me into him. I flipped against his chest, our proximity closing in as I felt the too familiar sensation of his breath fanning over me.
“Don’t leave when I’m talking to you. Y/N” He asserted.
I tore my arm out of his grasp, rubbing away the redness that began to from around my wrists. I glowered at him incredulously, I guess change isn’t an aspect in his life.
“I don’t have time for you” I spat, referencing the same words he threw at me, before he ended any chance he ever had with me.
He seemingly winced at my words, but still held his tough composure. He emitted a soft sigh, looking at me with a mix of an apologetic and hesitant gaze. He bit the outer corner of his bottom lip, and looked sideways, scouting something.
“Come with me”
“No Erik, why the fu-” I answered, shaking my head at him.
“Please” He pleaded in a soft voice, one my ears have never comprehended.
I nodded my head, letting him pull me away into a secluded back alley of the club. You could still hear the thumping of the beat through the walls, but it was a better environment to continue our conversation.
“Can you at least let me explain myself?”
I pondered whether I should grant him the privilege of explaining, twiddling with the bottom of my blouse. I wasn’t going lie, I was curious of his reason, but then again I didn’t want to revisit that wretched night.
I nodded my head; encouraging him to continue, while I avoided his eyes.
“I told you I didn’t love you” He started
I felt my heart cringe at his words, and my fingers wrench as I heard that sentence slip from his mouth.
“It was slightly true, I’m not going to lie. You know me Y/N. You know how I like my eggs in the morning, you know of what I want to do in Wakanda. Hell you know my favorite sex position” He explained, looking down at me with desperate eyes.
I continued with my silent treatment, wanting to block out the words entering my ears. I wanted to scream and shout, to spit in face. But I knew I couldn’t, not with him.
“Can you at least look at me” He reached over, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes, and I nearly lost it. His eyes told a different story from before, I knew he had three masks on, but what I didn’t know was that there was a person behind those masks.
I knew the man who controlled those disguises, the masks he chooses to wear everyday. But, this was the first time I saw the young boy who lost his father due to a king, I saw the determined teenager fighting for a place in M.I.T, and I saw the strength of a man willing to sacrifice his weakness, for the hope of his people.
“I lied when I said I don’t love you Y/N” He spoke again, barely whispering.
“I just can’t love you” He admitted.
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Should I make a PT 3, or just leave it like this???
THIS IS MORE OF A PERSONAL KIND OF IMAGINE (cause it happened irl), CAUSE I REALLY LIKE THIS GUY AT MY HS, AND HE LIKES ME BACK. AND WE HAD THIS PARTY WE WENT TO (BUT NOT TOGETHER) HE WAS WITH HIS FOOTBALL TEAM, I WAS WITH MY FRIENDS, BUT I ENDED UP GRINDING ON HIS TEAM MATES….oops
WARNINGS: ANGST, GRINDING
Summary: ERIK AND HIS FRIENDS VISIT A CLUB, WHICH YOU SO HAPPEN TO BE IN. AFTER SEEING HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME, IN A LONG TIME, HE CAN’T HELP BUT LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOURE DANCING ON SOMEONE ELSE.
Whatever higher power there is, Gods, Angels, The Universe, Fairies, they tend to have impeccable timing with certain events.
Here I am, standing in the middle of the dance floor of an infamous club; frozen. I felt his icy glare, nipping at the back of my neck, although he was standing a hundred feet away from me. I remembered the hotness of his breath, clinging onto my skin as he dejected me, and the coldness of his exterior.
It’s been long since our interaction back in Massachusetts. Been long since I threw away who, or what I was supposed to be.
I had dreams, aspiring goals, valid qualities. But they’re all nothing now, except a reminder shaped into a man named Erik Killmonger. He only valued three things in his life, one of them including me, but that never prevented him from throwing me to the curb.
Now he stands in the same building, breathing the same oxygen. He had a dark skinned man standing next to him, and two others trailing behind wearing casual attire. One of the men leaned over to whisper in his ear, but he strongly held our gaze.
I quickly shook my head, drifting my attention away from him. I shuffled through the sea of intoxicated people, attempting to find my friend. I crashed against some of the people, almost doubling over this couple practically having sex.
I huffed in annoyance, struggling to get by, until I found Leyah. I noticed the colored lights reflecting off of her dyed hair; her side to me as she grinded on a stranger.
I tapped her shoulder, capturing her attention, before dragging her away. “Hey girl hey, what’s up?” She was slightly tipsy after drinking 2 shots of fireball. She placed her hand on my shoulder, steadying herself and breathing through her words.
“Guess who showed up?” I grimaced, holding her elbow to keep her from falling.
“Is it Chadwick Boseman?! OOH HE’s GoRgEoUs” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like fireflies. “Chadwick?! BABY I’m free” She shot up, detaching herself from me, and began to yell.
I pressed a firm hand over her mouth, stopping her from embarrassing herself even more. I let out a breath of relief, as the confused stares from people began to disperse.
“No Leyah. Although I’d rather have him right now” I sighed, nudging her in the direction of Erik. Her eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement, until she caught the view of Erik.
“Wait, isn’t that your ex?” She exaggeratedly whispered, pulling me down beside her. A look of shock fabricating on her face.
“Unfortunately” I admitted.
“SIS, he’s sexy. Look at his build” She began to gawk at him in awe, while Erik caught her and began to stare back also. Typical.
I rolled my eyes, pushing her away from his gaze and led her back to the guy she was previously on. “See you later Leyah” I left her alone once again, knowing she wasn’t in the right state to give me one of her motherly talks.
After a while, I began to feel the drum of the music in my hips, and the alcohol sink into my veins. My vision was quite blurry, masked in a flare of confidence.
I began to back up on a man, swaying my hips into rough motions, before he gripped onto my waist. Once I got into the rhythm, I slung one arm around his neck, pulling him towards me.
The fumes of alcohol escaped from the strangers mouth, as he mumbled something incoherent in my lower earlobe. He feverishly kissed a path from my ear to my neck, repeating those steps like a simple dance.
We turned in harmony, letting the music of Travis Scott and SZA to flow through us. Until something, or someone caught my attention. In my peripheral view, I noticed Erik sitting down in one of the red-leather booths, a half filled bottle of Hennessy in his hand, while the other arm laid leisurely on the top of the seat.
But his eyes, spoke everything he needed to say, without even opening his mouth. His irises were charcoal back, but exploded in the color of red. A sizzling eye of seduction, and anger were coming off from his demeanor as he examined me and the other man. His stare could stop a bullet train, yet could nurture a baby bird, it was like Pandora’s box.
He had everything and nothing. Although through all that, he still never had me.
Can you do another imagine on micheal b Jordan and the reader both in the black Panther movie and now they are red carpet together!! Pls
Word Count: 649
“The one and only Y/N L/N. First of all, huge fan of your work” A female interviewer rushed up to me, fumbling with her microphone as her eyes lit up in excitement.
“Thank you so much, it’s a pleasure to entertain you guys” I humbly thanked, chuckling lightly at her enthusiasm. I smoothed down the wrinkles, that ran on the front of my dress, as the camera man began to focus in on me.
“So Ms. L/N-”
“Please, call me Y/N” I lightheartedly interjected. “I’m not that old yet” I laughed off, showing off that Hollywood grin.
“Y/N, I’ve heard so many things about this movie. How do you feel about your character, Luwna Ugendja?” She asked curiously, unintentionally cramming the microphone towards my face.
“Well, Luwna is certainly a female you definitely don’t want to be in conflict with. She holds this strength to her, similar to Killmonger, but unlike Erik, instead of fighting with an unrequited vendetta or honor of their country, she fights to prove that any female can be just as smart, and just as strong, as men are stereo-typically represented to be” I expressed confidently, explaining the motive of my character.
“Speaking of Killmonger. What is the relationship between Luwna, and him? Is it platonic? Romantic?” She ushered, humorously winking at me.
I giggled at her actions, tucking a stray hair away from my face. “I’d have to say Luwna and Erik share one of the more ‘interesting’ relationships. There’s definitely tension between the two, but they also have this teenager-angsty kind of thing, due to their different opinions”.
The interviewer chuckled profusely at my analogy of Erik and Luwna, the camera man joining her laugh fest. She rested her hand on my shoulder, looking into the camera; asking more of the simple questions, before asking a question, that caught my attention.
“You’ve got to tell us, how is it working beside a man as sexy as Michael B. Jordan?” An undetectable rosy blush painted my cheeks. I looked down hiding a cheesy grin, and folded my hands together.
“He’s actually one of my favorite people to work with. He certainly brings something different on set” I passionately answered, careful not to expose anything, that doesn’t need public attention.
“So there’s a little rumor going around the cast- I actually asked Chadwick about this, and apparently there’s a connection between you and Mr. Jordan”
W-well- wow, um… you see” I began to nervously stutter, biting the inside of my cheek as I cringed.
A warm and firm arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to it’s side comfortably. I looked up, only to see the man of the hour, Mikey. The same blush, returning to my face, only this time it wasn’t as obscure.
“You see, me and Y/N over here have a similar relationship to Killmonger and Ugenja. We’re both opinionated, strong individuals. But the only difference is that I’m not hesistant to ask a gorgeous girl, to give me the honor of going out with me” He replied smoothly, adoringly glancing down at me.
I hid myself in his arm, as the contagious feeling of warmth and butterflies intensified in my stomach. His proclamation sounding like sweet nectar, in my ears.
The interviewer wore shocked eyes, pointing the microphone towards me once again. “Wow so what do you say, Ms. Y/N?” She questioned, onlookers who overheard Michael, looking over in anticipation.
“Yeah what do you say, Ms. Y/N” Michael repeated, loosening his grip on my side, so he could look at me better. His eyes held so much hope, and anxiety at the same time, gradually increasing as I prolonged my gaze.
“Well who am I to not grant you the honor” I ardently replied, giving him a small peck on the cheek, as we continued to drink each others appearance, conserving this special moment.
“YOU heard it here folks. #Your/Ship/Name is OFFCIAL!”
Summary: NOW WORKING FOR S.H.E.I.L.D, YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A PREDICAMENT, AFTER RUNNING INTO YOUR EX-PARTNER, FRATERNIZING WITH ANOTHER GIRL IN THE INTERNATIONAL GALA.
Word Count: 1531
My lips twitched, as I bit the inside of my cheek; folding my arms together. I imagined piercing daggers, cutting through the thick skin of that, classless phony, attempting to seduce my ex-partner, Killmonger.
I scoffed in annoyance, observing her plain tactics, she’s used to appear as flirtatious.The blood rushing through my veins, made it seemingly difficult to recuperate, but I managed.
I grabbed one of the champagne glasses, stacked neatly on the tray, that the waiters were carrying around throughout the Gala. I took the glass to my lips, taking a long swig of the drink, tasting the clash of aged grape, and pomegranate.
I set my drink to the side, diverting my gaze away from the two imbeciles before me, and watched the event unfold. There were people chatting among themselves, poised guests elegantly chowing down on their food, and the diplomatic representatives greeting each other with professional grace.
Between the crowd, I saw Rogers give me signal, initiating our operation. Natasha sat a few stray tables away from him, pretending to check her makeup, in a small compact. She gave me a side eye look, indicating her part was done.
On this specific night, we were ordered to gather central Intel, on Klaue’s recent arrangement with Killmonger. It was a surprise when they let me proceed with this mission, considering I use to associate with Erik myself.
I swayed away, from where I was standing and sauntered over to where one of Klaue’s henchmen stood. During this time, I mentally went over the information I was given, in my head.
“Franklyn James Castro, 34 years old; Domican and Nigerian, with a known alliance with Klaue in illegal transport of goods. Trained in the arts of Masangwe, and Jujitsu”.
I was due to be back with information, immediately reporting it to Natasha or Rogers. I smoothed the slight wrinkles of my dress, fixing the slit that went from my upper thigh, to the floor. I also shifted the deep V-neck, careful on not exposing the wire, that ran underneath the cloth.
I tucked my flowing hair, behind my ear, and seductively walked towards the man. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t blessed with attractiveness, he resembled a similar face to the king himself, T’challa, but his eyes were a shade of light hazel, equivalent to autumn leaves.
I captured his gaze from a mile away, his eyes twinkled, engrossed at my appearance. I licked my lips seductively, staring back at him with the same look, a mischievous smirk etching itself onto my face.
He looked to the side in hesitance, before ambling towards me, with a charming grin. From my peripheral view, I noticed Steve walking towards the back, proceeding with his role in the assignment.
“Hey beautiful, I couldn’t help but notice such a pretty girl, by herself” He flirted, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, basically devouring the sight before him.
“Hey there handsome, I was just trying to look for my friend. He seems to always be off somewhere, without notifying me” I responded, a fake giggle, made to sound graceful and attractive, slipped my mouth, while I maintained eye contact, and came closer.
His breath hitched, as our proximity decreased, unveiling my exposed cleavage, awakening a new sort of attentiveness from him.
“Well as a civic duty, I’ll accompany you while you wait” He flirted, slipping his hand on the small of my back, confidently pulling me towards him.
“So are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to get it out of you, myself” I teased.
“Franklyn. But I might’ve taken you up on that offer, if I knew you sooner" He chuckled flirtatiously, slyly winking at me.
A rosy blush crept onto my cheeks, emitting a soft glow. My hands timidly placing them on my sides, creating a vulnerable and believable display.
“So how about you? You have to enlighten me with your name, unless you prefer me calling you beautiful” He offered, his arm drifting further down south.
As I was to respond, a familiar tone cut through the air. Almost immediately Franklyn’s arm was forcefully nudged off of my waist, and replaced with a much firm grasp.
“Actually, you wouldn’t need to call her anything. Franklyn. Now get your ass back to your position, before I tell Klaue about your little rendezvous with women, rather than doing your job” Erik threatened, a fiery glare directed towards Franklyn.
Franklyn soon sped off in cowardice, and returned to his designated location. I turned around facing Erik, a grimace plastered on my face. “What the actual fuck Erik?” I snarled, stepping away from his hold.
“Well nice to see you too, Y/N” He retorted, reclaiming his position by my side. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”
“More like, not long enough” I grumbled, crossing my arms together tightly, not bothering to shove him off of me, knowing that he will willingly come back anyway.
“Looks like you’re a bit rusty in the field, darling” He said, staring at me with a twisted excitement in his eyes. I stared at him incredulously, baffled at his statement, before his palm began to travel down the side of my chest, an into the slip of my V-neck.
“Erik-” A whispered shrill, slipped from my mouth in surprise.
He easily pulled out the wire underneath my dress, and pulled out the small microphone, and diminished it in his fingers; completely destroying the device. “It was obvious you had a wire underneath your dress. Rule number one in scheming; never hide your paraphernalia under an apparel, that is eye catching, and you definitely caught my eye, Babygirl”.
“I am not, and never have been you Babygirl” I snapped, resisting the urge to spit in his disgusting, yet charming face. I attempted to walk away from him, and the entirety of our conversation, but he blocked my path by jumping in front of me.
“So is this what S.H.E.I.L.D’s put you up to? You know they don’t really care about you Y/N, T’challa doesn’t need you either. They just want you for your knowledge” He stated, clawing at my last nerves.
“You could help me, and Klaue-”
“Cut the bullshit Erik. Why don’t you ask that girl you were fraternizing with earlier to join your shit team” I fired back, gritting my teeth as my patience was beginning to spread thin.
“Well, she was going to be part of my weekly hookups, but something else caught my eye” He dangerously, closed up on our space, using his arm to trap me into him.
He still wore the same deceiving eyes, and delectable lips. His gaze was dark, but his irises held an ember, igniting an old spark I had proudly shown in the past.
I glanced away, averting my attention to the beautifully decorated tables of the Gala, anything but his eyes. He pressed his fingers to the side of my chin, fondly tracing shapes on my cheek, before forcing me to look up at him.
“Stop Er-” I was cut off by him, practically dragging me off to a more secluded area. We ended up in a balcony, decently lit, courtesy of the moon, with huge floral vases placed delicately in the corners.
The railings were made of some expensive marble, sculpted into a shape, you would only see in Greece. I still kept an unnerved facial expression, but my heart beat gave it away. I was internally nervous, this was definitely not part of the plan.
“Erik, you can’t just-”
I was pushed back against the glass doors of the balcony, lips feverishly glued onto mine, hastily maneuvering in rough motions. I knew it was a trap to fall into, it had been the same trap I fell into months ago. But it is the same trap, I’ll willingly fall into now.
We pulled apart, Erik still pressing me against the glass. “Baby you talk to much” He commented, brushing my hair to the side.
I smiled reluctantly in return. “Maybe if you stopped cutting me off, I wouldn’t have to” I reasoned, snaking my arms around his neck.
He bent down nipping at my collarbone. “After all this time, even after you left, I can still make you melt under me just by kissing you, my love”. He traveled back up, landing a kiss on my nose.
“I’m stand guilty” I admitted, enclosing our space with a small peck on his, slightly swollen lips. “But you know I still can’t be with you Erik. I made a deal with S.H.E.I.L.D, and T’challa”.
“Fuck them Y/N. Especially T’challa. They’re all some white crackers, with a brother working with them, who have egos the size of their organization. If they want anything to do with you, they’ll have to go through me first” He said in a confident, yet serious tone.
“But what about your ‘weekly hookups’?” I questioned, trailing my ring finger down his sharp jawline.
“All for you baby” He responded, taking my hand and directing it down his chest, over the regal ensemble he was wearing.
“Well…I wouldn’t want to starve you from your weekly dose, would I?”
Summary: YOU ARE KLAUE’S BABY NIECE, AND YOU AND ERIK ARE FRATERNIZING WITH EACH OTHER, WITHOUT YOUR UNCLE’S ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.
Word Count: 1304
Erik’s POV
I rolled on 3 sets of 15kg weights on the bar, and securely balanced it in between each other, so it wouldn’t tip over. I screwed on the metal stopper to keep it in place, and laid down on the leather bench.
I cracked the bones of my knuckles, before wiping my palms on my gym shorts. I set my calloused palms on the metal bar, and inhaled.
As I began my sets, I could see Y/N in the corner of my eye. She was in her tight volleyball shorts, and her camo sports bra; sweating bullets, as she powered through the treadmill.
The nights I had her in the same situation, hair pulled back, and skin glistening, entered my thoughts, although our circumstances were much different, and rather intimate.
I licked my lips at the sight, squaring my eyes at her curved body, as her chest heaved up and down, with every intake of air. Her delectable thighs pulsating in exhaustion, and her angelic face contorted in concentration.
I remember when I’d have her thighs pulsating like that, or her features painted in a expression of euphoria and concentration. While Klaue was away for work, not obsessing over his innocent baby niece, little did he know, her childlike smile was deceiving. Her breasts bounced while she ran, sending my impure mind into a frenzy, and giving my lower abdomen certain difficulties .
I shook off those thoughts, resisting a smirk from forming on my lips. I focused on the movement of my arms, as I carried the heavy barbell. But my tempting eyes, kept training off to her alluring appearance.
I almost lost it, when she began to let sweet little moans of exhaustion, escape through her open mouth. I hesitated a bit, taking a small break to compose myself, before bringing myself back to my routine.
Y/N’s POV
I was completely burned out, nearing the end of my session on the treadmill. I noticed the little lustful glances from Erik, but I choose to ignore it. Until he began to grunt deeply, with erotic huffs coming from the back of his throat.
His biceps were glowing, from the sweat traveling down his arm. He had his head tilted back, every time he would lower the weight. His muscles would involuntarily contract, when he lifted, giving him a godlike appearance.
I bit my lip lightly, before sauntering over towards him. I planted my hands on his flexed shoulders, massaging the tendon, and snaking it down his chest. He stopped his actions, and exhaled a long shaky breath, softly pushing my hands to the side.
“Baby not now” His tone was serious, but his eyes told a different story. His irises flared in enticement, transforming into a darker shade of black, which mimicked an endless abyss.
He bit the inside of his cheek, which was an obvious sign, of self control, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold up long. It felt like he had the angel, and the devil looming over his shoulder. The devil being myself.
“But my love, I’m bored. Don’t you wanna do something, play some video games?” I suggested, sensually placing my hands back down on his chest.
I bent down on my knees, so I was right next to his head, and whispered in his ear. “Don’t you want to play with me, Erik?”
I heard his breath hitch, and his hands flinch slightly, before reluctantly shaking his head and sighing. “Baby, you know that Klaue is coming home-” He looked at his phone, to the right of him, checking the time, “Any minute”.
“But Erik, I’m soooo bored. We have a bit of time Baby, let’s not waste it” I pleaded, staring into his eyes, with the most convincing look, I could pull off.
He shook his head, and leaned up to give me a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Baby. Later”. He plugged in his headphones, and continued his sets.
I let out an exasperated sigh, and waltzed over to the 5kg dumbbells. I bent over, stretching my legs out, and started on squats, intentionally performing them in front of Erik.
I maneuvered the best I can, to make this experience much more salaciousforhim, I looked straight into the wall mirror, observing Erik drinking in my workout routine.
I bit my tongue in between the top and bottom of my teeth, to stifle a laugh of victory, sensing a tent, gradually forming in his shorts.
Not long after, I heard a loud clank from behind me. But before I could look up, I felt a rough pair of arms, grab the curves of my waist, jerking me against a growing sensation, that was rock hard.
I stared at Erik through the mirror; him reciprocating the same desirous look I wore. He grinded against my ass, pressing his member against my tight shorts. He dove into my neck, pepper kissing the back of my ear, to the top of my shoulder.
An inaudible groan, slipped past my damp lips, as I felt a warming sensation beginning to fabricate itself in my underwear. “You think you can rebel against my wishes, my Darling” He whispered intensely, nibbling on the soft surface of my earlobe.
He swiveled his arm around my body, dipping his hand down my shorts, rubbing my sweet spot. He watched me express my reaction through the large mirror, he watched me fall into pieces, just by the art of his fingers.
He used his other hands, and laced his fingers in mine, thinking it was a romantic gesture, but only to be swung around, and drilled into the wall.
“Fu-fuck, Erik. Do something” I moaned, attempting to grind my hips onto his pelvis faster.
He kept me restrained, keeping my neediness at bay. He pressed his forehead against my own, keeping trained eyes at me. “Beg”.
“What?” I asked, completely flabbergasted, yet heavily turned on.
He slipped a finger inside my lace undergarment, and slipped his ring finger inside me, curling it moderately. “I said. Beg” He growled carnally, quickening his pace.
I could barely bring a word out, as I was busy being cut off by my own, satisfactory moans. He slowed down his finger, teasing me, when I didn’t perform his command.
“Please Erik. Please. Oh f-fuck” A pornographic whine escaping my lips.
He doubled his fingers, going in an inhumane pace, sucking and nipping at my skin, as if it was a 5 course meal. I wrapped arms around his chest, gripping onto his muscled back.
As I began to feel a bubble form inside my stomach, he completely pulled out his fingers, and licked them clean. The ampted build up of pleasure, slowly burning out.
“WHAT THE FUCK ERIK!” I barked.
He stepped back, wiping his damp hand against my shorts, leaving me bothered and horny, like a cat in heat. I felt the still buzzing in between my legs, as if I could feel the vibrating thumps from my heart, beat through my unsatisfied insides.
“Baby, you really thought I would let you cum?” He chuckled.
I gave him the most icy glare I could manifest, crossing my arms against my chest, breathing through my nose, as I came down from my semi-high. “Erik you’d be mistaken, if you think I ain’t coming for your ass” I spitted out.
“Y/N, you’re always coming for me anyways” He retorted, a seductive smirk forming on his lips.
A deep blush, flourished on my cheeks, shaking my head at him. “I swear to you Erik, I’m g-” I began, before being cut short.
“Do what Baby? I did nothing wrong, I was just getting even” He explained, trying to justify his profane actions.
“What do you mean Erik, you didn’t let me finish my high”
“Well you didn’t let me finish my sets”
HOPE YALL ENJOYED THAT.
SHIT DEFINITELY TURNED ME ON, AND I WAS THE ONE WRITING IT
A follow up to The Order of The Avengers (availableHEREandHERE). All the outfits are inspired by the ones of various African people (Maasai people, Zulu people, Himba people, etc..) but also by concept art from the book The Art of Black Panther.
eyyy, killmonger #fan art, he’s one of the best villains although I’m not a pro at marvel villains through the comics but i love how micheal jordan potraited erik killmonger :)
SomeBlack Panther studies!Follow my Instagram for progress shots and more sketches, I’m gonna draw every character eventually because they were all FIRE. WAKANDA FOREVER
