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[erikftglitter]

Sorry [e.k]

Erik being a little inconsiderate of your feelings & makes it up to you. [part two]

//

You and Erik got into an argument last night. Instead of you two talking in person like two adults, you ended up making things worst with a phone call. Instead of Erik listening to your concerns and apologizing for his inconsiderate behavior, he attempted to justify his actions.

You couldn’t deal with his lack of self reflection so you hung up on him. He gave it a few minutes before he realized that it was purposeful. You really hung up on him. You two rarely argued so he gave you a couple hours before reaching back out.

1 missed call from Baby🥰

Baby🥰: Soo you just gone hang up? Very mature.

Baby🥰: Man call me back

You seen the notifications and ignored all of them. You even turned your read receipts off before going to sleep. You’ll deal with him when he learns how to apologize.

//

Realization hit you when you woke up the next morning without warm arms around you. You checked your phone and rolled your eyes.

Baby🥰: You turned your read receipts off too?? Fuck are you even on

Baby🥰: So you done with me now? That’s really how you finna solve this shit

You: Don’t you have friends to bother? Leave me alone.

His friends are the reason for this whole thing. You don’t mind him leaving and spending time with his friends because you aren’t controlling. However, instead of communicating that he’d be drunk with his friends on the opposite side of the city he just didn’t say anything.

For thirteen hours, he didn’t reply to any of your messages. You weren’t excessive but you were concerned. Erik doesn’t exactly have a regular 9-5 job so him disappearing for thirteen hours definitely concerned you. When he finally called you back, drunk as can be, he said his boys picked him up and he simply forgot.

You wouldn’t be as pissed if he said he was sorry and that it’d never happen again. Erik was strict on communication because he was extremely protective over you. He usually knows your location and your schedule and it doesn’t bother you because you usually can say the same thing. But that wasn’t the case last night. He had no location available and no one heard from him.

You had every right to be upset is what you kept telling yourself as you got dressed for the day. He was wrong in this situation and you weren’t giving in until he provided a better answer than “I forgot.”

Baby🥰: Leave you alone? what are you even onnnn

You ignored the message and threw your phone across the bed. You were probably being stubborn but he had you really concerned without any explanation. Since the beginning, Erik has told you that anything can happen to him and because you fell in love with him you hid that in the back of your mind.

After getting some household chores done and watching a few hours of Netflix, you drifted off to a deep sleep.

//

You tossed and turned most of night and you know it’s because of Erik. Although you two didn’t live together, it felt like it. You were always together and he was usually the one who comforted you. You thought about giving in but brushed the idea off as quickly as it came.

Baby🥰: I’m not doing this shit no more. You’re mine and I’m not just letting you ignore me or our relationship. I’m coming over

Reading the message several time, you hurried up and got dressed. You weren’t ready to give in that fast and you know you weren’t strong enough to ignore Erik once he’s in your presence.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face while group face timing your friends.

“Ite can one of you hoes come get me before Erik gets here? I’m still mad at him.” You say as your friends laugh.

“Yeah I’m on my way.” Sandra says from her place in the right corner.

“Pack some hoe clothes cause we’re going to the club later.” Jamie adds as you brush your hair into a loose bun.

//

Afrer explaning how you felt to your friends they immediately argreed with you.

“Yeah, he’s in the wrong. A relationship is built off trust and communication and he has to address your concerns.” Sandra says as she zips the back of your dress up.

“100 percent.” Jamie adds. They’d both pick you up around noon and urged you to keep ignoring him to make him “feel” the consequences of his actions. You listened even though the voice in the back of your head told you to hear him out.

You showered at Sandra’s house once you told them everything and got dressed. There was a club not too far from Sandra’s house and your friends convinced you it would make you feel better.

So here you were in a fitted dress and heels with your face beat and your man no where near. You did like to hang out with your friends and get dressed up, but since you’ve been going out with Erik you’ve enjoyed being in the house more.

So as your friends grinded on the dance floor with some random guys, you quietly made your way to the patio to get some air. It was only a few people out there so you felt at ease.

You selected a small table facing the skyline to sit and recollect your thoughts as the server came with your margarita.

“Beautiful, aint it?” You turned your head so fast you almost spilled the margarita. Instant recognition of his voice made your body shudder.

There he was, dressed in all black and his hair pulled up just like you like it.

“What are you doing here?” you finally say once you’ve admired his full attire.

“To say I’m sorry,” He says. His hand softly touching your thigh as he pauses. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or be inconsiderate to your feelings,” his hand aching higher to your heat. “I had to take care of some business downtown then once I handled that I ended up having too much to drink.” This was the first time y’all made eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” His eyes full of genuineness. “I really am.” He adds while hand manages to snake your panties to the side.

“I-Erik!” You whisper-shout. He looks at you cheekily.

“I just wanna show you how sorry I am.” He smiles as he begins to rub in circular emotions. “You may wanna keep it down.”

Your thights jerked as his fingers never slowed their pace. You attempted to drink the margarita to look normal by the scattered people around but Erik knew you too well.

“Ain’t nobody looking, you may as well and cream on these fingers why you still got the chance.” He says lowly. You nod and he picks up the pace.

“I-ugh, fuck!” you breathe out as you feel your orgasm approaching. He speeds his fingers up to the sound of your breathing and bits his lip as he feels you cum around his fingers.

“Let me take you home and fuck you the right way.” He whispers in your ear once your breathing begins to regulate. You nod and allow him to lead you down the patio stairs and into his car, your pussy just aching to have him inside.

//

[part two]

[artisticestheticreads]

Are y'all over Black Panther fanfics or can I continue to bless y'all with some one shots that I have in my safe?

[velvet4510]

The implications of Rio Vidal/Death’s introduction to the MCU are enormous.

Now we know in retrospect that every single MCU character who has ever died was escorted onward by her.

So it’s not just Nicky, Sharon, Alice, and Lilia.

Abraham Erskine, Meredith Quill, Ho Yinsen, Phil Coulson, Frigga, Pietro Maximoff, Peggy Carter, T’Chaka, Odin, Hela, Erik Killmonger, Heimdall, OG!Loki, OG!Gamora, Thanos, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Aunt May, Jane Foster, T’Challa, Ramonda, Maria Hill … all of them saw her when their time came.

And it makes sense that Marc Spector & Steven Grant never saw her, because it was not their time yet and she knew they’d be sent back.

[jasminekaiser]

Ever wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship with all these men? Me too.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/JKaiser/series

[writerbee-ffs]

Not sure if it’s me remembering that I actually enjoyed writing because I’ve found my love back for reading but I definitely I want to write. NOTHING too big because I’m rusty af so be cool 😅🥲 but my request are open

✨With One Shots I’ll probably base them off a song unless it’s really specific✨

Xoxo

Writer 🐝♥️

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Erik Killmonger…

Would you like to submit a character? Click this link if you do!

[tyrantonutx]

Something about how you write Erik gives morticia addams/sensual deadly & mysterious which always means in my mind that person needs a foolish adoring/doting husband and im not sure if that's on purpose but I love it! 💞

I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR WHAT YOU STARTED (lovingly)

okay listen

I got this notification when I woke up for work, right? And I was like huh that's an interesting thought

this shit percolated in my brain for 75 minutes

let's talk about this.

To me, Gomez Addams and Morticia Addams has always been one of my favorite romantic tropes for a lot of reasons, but the more I thought about it, a lot of it stems from the way that they are different, and love each other differently, but the truth and reliability and strength of that love is never in question.

Gomez Addams, to me, is so very human. He's passionate and he loves things with all of himself. He loves life, he loves everything, no matter how difficult it is or makes his life. I can't canonically think of a single point where Gomez Addams feels anything worse than like, benevolent indifference, right? He's so in love with life, and experiencing it, to the extreme.

And how he loves Morticia is loudly and adoringly, which is simply a testament to how he loves.

What makes him strange and weird is that he is unapologetic in how much he loves and expresses that love. He has no shame because that would imply that what he does and who he is is shameful, and that is simply not the Addams way.

Morticia Addams loves very differently. Her love is no less strong, or fierce, but she herself is just simply built different. Gomez Addams is so very expressive and overt and obvious in how he loves. Morticia Addams is not. The affectation she has is cold, and calm, and supernatural. Against Gomez, it might be easy to think that she loves him less because she is not outwardly expressive the way he is, but it's just that she loves him differently. She loves her family differently. She loves them with calm, and grace, and when necessary, with blood.

Gomez Addams, to me, is so very human. Morticia Addams is not. She is a monster, a predator, calm and cool and collected always and fiercely defensive of her family.

Now let's look at Starkmonger with this understanding.

Tony Stark is so very human. He is loudly expressive, sometimes to a fault, sometimes to aggravate people. He grew up in a cut-throat world of business and science and technology, with a father who saw him in the shadow of a (then) dead man and found him wanting, who was so focused on the future that he didn't care about raising it, raising him, right. He learned to put on one mask, and then another, and then another. So Tony is good at acting. He's good at projecting protector, and predator, and cut-throat businessman, but under all of those layers of defense he loves in such a passionately human way.

Tony Stark is Gomez Addams that way. He gives so much of himself, all of himself if he's asked, and while it would be nice to get that back, he doesn't expect it. He loves, and he has learned not to expect it back, but that hasn't stopped him from loving people, even when it hurts him (possibly especially when it hurts him).

Tony Stark is human.

Erik Killmonger is not.

Erik Killmonger is a predator. Even in this AU where he is raised somewhere that loves him, he still carries that cool strength, that confidence, of a predator. He's not a monster here, not in the ways that we think of monsters as antagonists, but he is a killer, and he does not regret or question that. It's simple necessity, man. He does what he has to to survive, and to ensure the people he loves also survives.

But he does love. And he loves in a cool, calm, confident way, the way he does everything. He doesn't do grand gestures. He doesn't do overt displays of affection (unless it's to send a message, that this is his). But he does the things that his people need him to do.

In Tony's case, that's being there, and giving exactly what he needs when he needs it: comfort, strength, logic. He's not loving in the way that Tony is, in that "give them everything whether they ask or not" way that Tony does. But he will give what Tony needs. And like Morticia, he is not opposed to defending his family or his husband with bloodshed.

Tony and Erik are Gomez and Morticia in some very key and important ways, and I didn't think about this at all until you sent me this ask, and now I'm fuckin' obsessed about it.

[kbkirtley]

Let me introduce you to the White Knight’s billionaire supervillain, Matthew Fox, through similar characters/character inspirations!

If you’re a fan of villains like X-Men’s Magneto, Young Justice’s Ra’s al Ghul, Black Panther’s Erik Killmonger, or Renegade’s Ace Anarchy, you might find a new favorite villain in The White Knight!

The White Knight is available for pre-order right now! Learn more at KirtleyBooks.com!

[would-they-be-good-at-asmr]

Propaganda:

He has a nice voice. But lowkey, why do I have the feeling that his ASMR vids will just be him talking about anime lmao.

[tallulahneale]

Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Five

It has been 5 weeks since Lula last saw Vince at the operations apartment and it was her best decision ever. Mind made up and her completion of one year plus at Neales Pharmacy, she informs Baptiste that she will be going to Haiti to visit family.

“Are you resigning?” Baptistse asks in shock.

“Not at all. But I overheard the others mention that Susan is looking to get back to work.”

“Don’t worry about Susan, we prefer you.”

Lula giggles.

“I am sure you don’t mean that Baptiste” She smiles “But home is calling and I need to answer before it stops.”

“Okay, okay I hear you. Stay safe out there. You’re welcome back whenever Lula”.

She smiles, waving at Baptiste. The team throw her a mini party and gift her trinkets, a bottle of champagne and a ‘best pharmacist mug’. She hugs them all, including the nosy stout man.

“I think I will miss you the most Gavin” He blushes bright red and smiles back longingly. Wait…No damn way, she thinks to herself, All this time he had a crush?!

—

Lula prepares for her trip to Haiti, making sure everything is in order; rent paid, bills paid for the next two years and perishable foods donated. She books a business class ticket before heading to see Aunty Anita. Even though Vince and her hadn’t spoken in a while, Anita still keeps in touch. She calls Lula to collect some items to drop off with relatives once she reaches Port-au-prince.

As Lula drives up Anita’s driveway, she sees Vince’s car across the street. “Really universe?” She mutters to herself. Or maybe Aunty is tryna play, she thinks, Either way we can’t avoid each other.

She steps out her car, brushes down her sundress, walking to the front door and knocks.

Vince opens the door.

“…”

“…”

“Who is it Vince?” Anita shouts from the living room. I know she’s acting right now, Lula says to herself. Vince doesn’t respond back.

“Lula… come in” He said, stepping aside.

“Thank you, Vince. Hey Aunty” Lula calls excitedly as she walks towards the living room.

“You really know your way around here huh?” Vince mutters loud enough for them all to hear. Lula laughs and rolls her eyes, focusing on the instruction from Anita.

“So the blue goes to Jerome. Don’t give it to his wife or she will give it to her brother. The light blue goes to Gregory and his wife. The purples goes to-”

“Ma why are you giving Lula a bunch of things for people in Haiti?”

“Boy don’t interrupt my process” Anita continues, telling Lula who should get what and where to drop it off. “FYI Son, she is visiting Haiti this weekend.”

Vince looks at Lula and she looks back at him.

“Well this is awkward” Anita mutters leaving the room.

“I would have told yo-”

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” Vince asks.

“Yes, please” She replies.

“Alright. Call me the morning of your flight.”

“Okay, I will. I would have told you sooner but I thought you were upset that I left.”

“I was. Obviously. But that was for 2 days. We’re cool boubout.”

Lula smiles, “I need to finish packing. I’ll call you over the weekend.”

—

As agreed, Vince picks Lula from her house and drops her off at the airport.

“Are you coming back to Cali?” He asks, almost predicting her answer.

“Maybe” she says. Giving him a gentle smile “For real bro, don’t be a stranger.” They laugh, she goes to check-in, waves goodbye to Vince and waits at her gate.

“Going to Haiti too?” Lula looks to her left, to find a tall dark man with a fade smiling at her. She nods smiling back but doesn’t respond.

As she boards the flight and settles in her seat, she sees the same man from earlier.

“I guess we are buddies for the next 10 hours” he says settling across the aisle from her.

“I guess we are” She giggles back.

“Is that man you were with at check-in your partner?”

“Nope, a work colleague.” She laughs “Nosy.”

“Hey, I’m Pierre” he chuckles charmingly.

“I’m Tallulah. Lula for short”

“Nice to meet you, Lula” Pierre grins before settling back to his seat.

—

Halfway through the flight, Pierre makes small talk with Lula. She entertains him, impressed with his craft. He’s also a native of Haiti, just visiting Cali for business and vacation.

“I’d love to show you around and get you settled in, if that’s okay with you?” Pierre insists.

Lula beams at him “Really?!”

“Yes Lula, your love for Haiti has me feeling all sorts and I want to be here to support you.” Damn, this man is laying it on thickkk, she says to herself. “If you say so… but don’t be making empty promises!”

“To you Lula, never.” She smiles looking away.

“Once we land, I’ll get you a SIM card, a second phone and you can use my chauffeur while you’re out and about. How’s that?” Lula stares blankly at him.

“Earth to Lula?”

“Lula is experiencing some technical difficulties, please try again after Lula naps” she replies nerd-like. Pierre belly laughs and nods.

Pierre keeps his promise and Lula is settled within 10 days of arrival. She calls Anita and Vince to check in, drop off the gifts to their relatives and tours Haiti with Pierre.

“It feels amazing to be home” Lula says gently.

“Your presence makes me feel amazing Lula.” Pierre replies passionately. She giggles as they head to the next store to buy furniture for her new apartment.

---------

It’s been 2 months since Lula left for Haiti and even longer since she left p-p with Vince to handle. How tf did she grow this so quickly? he asks himself. P-P had become a six figure profit business and Vince was having trouble keeping it organised. New clients came in weekly, new drop off points were made and the joining fee was more of an incentive for them.

He gets a call from his mom.

“Hey Mom”

“Hi Son. How’s everything going?”

“Not great Ma.”

Vince explains the situation to her with hopes of advice on how to manage the business.

“Son, you know what you need to do.”

“I don’t want to bother her. We spoke last week and she’s having a great time over there.”

“Who else knows how to handle it better than Lula? Y’all were partners before said she was done.”

“I know, but-“

“Vincent just speak to her. In person preferably. You remember when I told you that you’ll-”

“Ma I’m not tryna hear that righ-“. Anita cuts the call before he finishes but sends a text;

‘Just go Vince’

Time is of the essence, so Vince books his flight for the next day. Time is money and I can’t waste it, he reminds himself. He post an update on the forums to his clientele, informing them of a temporary hiatus which will be sorted out by next week earliest.

Packing light, he heads to the airport sending a text to Lula.

‘Hey boubout, I’ll be flying in tomorrow night. Need to run something by you’

She replies almost immediately.

‘Hey Vince! Omg, for real?! That’s amazing!! Aunty called me and explained everything, don’t sweat it. Also… you can’t be calling me boubout anymore 🤭’

He replies back.

‘Yes, I expect you to be my tour guide too. Y’know I’ve never been there before. And why not? You got a Haitian nigga or something?’

She responds

‘It’s a surpriseee! I’ll see you tomorrow!’

Vince laughs and puts his phone on airplane mode, No way she already has a nigga he snickers to himself before closing his eyes.

—

He lands in Port-au-Prince around 7pm. Damn Cali heat has nothing on Haiti, he said to himself. The scenery is beautiful, from the scent of the water and plantation to the smiles on the faces of citizen and the few tourist. He collects his check-in luggage, his mom had more gifts for the family, and walks to the pathway for arrivals. He gets a few stares and smiles “Women are super fine too” he said smiling back at them. He reaches the immigration border, shows his visa and keeps going till he gets to the exit where family members are waiting for their loved ones.

“VINCENT!” Lula shouts excitedly, she sees him before he sees her. Next to her is a man holding a sign board ‘Mr. Staples’, Of course her bougie ass got a chauffeur, he laughs as he waves walking down towards her.

“Hey Lula Tallulah” he smiles hugging her.

“Look at you! Have you been hitting the gym or is your grown man body just getting here? You look buff!”

“You a trip.” He says shaking his head. “You’ve put on a few pounds too, but inna good way.”

“Right! Work stress did not have me glowing this hard.”

The chauffeur takes his luggage and they follow towards the car.

“So you got a chauffeur now? You living good out here cuh.”

“Yes, I am!” She beams “Did your mum give you the snacks and froot loops that I like?”

“Wait that was for you?!” He snickers “I should have known with your sweet-tooth self. Everything’s in the checked luggage.” He reassures you.

Once they settle in the car, Lula points out a few historical facts and tourist attractions around Haiti that they were going to visit. As she reaches for a pack of chips, Vince glimpses at her left hand.

“Wait… you actually got yourself a nigga!” He does a double take.

“Huh?” Lula looks at her hand “Oh yeah! I forgot to mention” she giggles “Your girl got engaged!!!”

“That’s what’s up. Congratulations sè.”

“Thank you Vince! This was meant to be the surprise but hey.”

“I don’t think you know how surprises work” she rolls her eyes at him.

“Anyway, we’re heading to our place for the night. You can stay at the other house in the yard or my apartment if you want.”

“Whatever, I don’t mind” He shrugs “As long as we have a private place to talk. You know why am here, Lula.”

“Damn nigga take a break and enjoy the sights! You’ve been working so hard and so much.”

He nods, she’s right. He has not been on a vacation in over two years.

—

They pull up to a huge yard with three house and a security quarter round the front. A shirtless man dressed in black linen pants walks down as the car parks.

“Mon kè” He says opening the door for Lula. “And you must be Vince Staples.”

“Yeah. Hey.” Vince replies stepping out to get his luggage.

“I remember you from the airport when Lula first flew in” he says. So that’s how they met Vince thinks to himself, how convenient.

“I’m Pierre. Don’t worry about your luggage, the girls will take it.” He says inviting Vince inside the main house “Come, Lula made some food before she left.”

She giggles knowing Vince will have something to say.

“If it’s BBQ anything, I’m taking her off your hands.”

“Try and die.” Pierre laughs.

“Amou!” Lula cautions “No swinging dicks will be tolerated. Souple e Mèsi.”

Lula walks to the kitchen to make a plate for Pierre and Vince serving them, before making a plate for herself.

Once they’re done eating, Vince and Lula walk around the yard as he explains his reason for visiting.

“To put is simply Lula… I can’t run p-p alone.”

Lula freezes.

“Vince…”

“I’m not asking to you join just want you to demonstrate how I can manage it better.” She nods.

“Tomorrow. It’s already late.”

“Alright.”

She gives him a hug as she walks towards the main house, leaving Vince in his thoughts.

Next Part

~~

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Boubout = Sweetheart

Sè = Sister

Mon kè = My heart

Amou = My love

Souple e Mèsi = Please and thanks

~~

[erikftglitter]

Sorry. [e.k] [final]

Maybe you should be sorry too. 3/3. [part two]

“Now arch that back.”

"Yes daddy." You respond instinctively. Although your legs were shaky and debilitated, you knew better to not listen even if you were delirious. When you turned around you made sure to arch your back as far as you could. You were secure in your relationship with Erik but you found yourself feeling inexperienced compared to his mastery. This was something that you kept to yourself, as no one wants a woman who is constantly trying to prove herself. You just simply got better. Erik never complained about you and didn't play about you regardless. Nonetheless you remember when you two first started having sex and his small adjustments to your arch had you determined to fix it. He didn't fix it tonight and that gave you all the satisfaction you needed.

"Just how I need you baby." You hummed at the praise of approval. Any kind of doubt that you felt previously was now replaced with ease. You began to wiggle your ass in anticipation when you didn't feel Erik's presence. What was taking him so long?

"Babyyy." You whine out. A quick strike to your left cheek caused you to jolt forward.

“You think you can just ignore daddy and wear what the fuck you want to?" He continued and chuckled to himself. "Not today and not ever in this lifetime sweetheart." You pondered if you should reason with him but knowing Erik, he planned every single second of this night and there is nothing you could do to avoid the incoming punishment.

"Now I am sorry baby. But don't think that you're off the hook." Your heart sank. That arrogance that was present not even a minute ago was replaced with sheer humility. This man was not playing with you.

When the second strike came down you stayed in place. Erik grinned at the response. "Good girl. Keep it like that and I just might change my mind." You knew he was just talking shit and that he would continue as planned, but you were determined to not fold, well not as quickly as you always do.

Erik was pleased with you. With only a few unavoidable jolts you kept your arch at the same position. The groans of both pain and pleasure only encourage Erik more. Honestly he lost count of how many you were supposed to have and you weren't complaining. There wasn't much of a warning when Erik lined himself up to you. He rubbed the tip of his shaft on your swollen clit and you drowned further in bed in pleasure. This was a game to him. He loved how much your legs trembled when he teased your swollen bud.

"Hmmm. Your shit so wet, ma. Fuck." He pushed in slowly until he completely bottomed out. His hands gathered on each side of your hips. He paced himself to the sounds of your breathless moans. "Mhmm yesss baby. Wet this dick up babygirl." He rolled his and you gave up trying to prove yourself. If he wasn't holding your hips you would've fell into the sheets a long time ago. Your orgasm was building up by the second and as if Erik was reading your mind, he reached one of his hands down to rub your clit.

"F-fuck!" You started to launch your body forward to escape the overwhelming feeling, but he was not having it. In an instant you were grabbed by the throat and pushed so that your back was collided with his chest. There were no gaps and nowhere for you to run. Once you were skin to skin you had no choice but to cum with a tumultuous moan.

Erik dropped his hand from your throat and you silently thanked him for the gesture so that could breathe normally again. That lasted all of thirty seconds before he completely collapsed on top of you and drilled into you.

“I’m sorrryyyyyy”

This man had you hysterical. If he wanted you to admit to anything he knew that this position was the way to go. Collapsed doggystyle had you seeing stars and soon you would be fast asleep counting sheep.

“Yea. For what??” He growled into your ear, fisting a chunk of your hair to lift your head from its place in the pillow.

“For wearing that little ass dress. Huh?” His thrusts were so strong that you were certain that he was pissed all over again.

“Or for letting ya little friends talk you into going to a fucking club.” He definitely was pissed. “Do you fucking see them living like you. Huh?” You were too weak to even think straight, let alone muster up a response good enough to justify ignoring your boyfriend for days.

“You mine princess and I didn’t like that shit one bit.” You were cumming again. Once you realized that he wasn’t slowing his thrusts down anytime soon, you needed to apologize and fast if you wanted to walk in this lifetime.

“I’m sorrrryyy daddy!” You screamed out, your hands reached back to slow down his hips, but he grabbed them and held them together.

The echoes of skin slapping was the only other thing that rang throughout the house other than the incoherent sounds of your half babbling and half apologizing.

"Shit here it comes baby." With a final thrust he pulled out and nutted on your back. You knew that he could've went longer and stalled the time of his orgasm, but thankfully he knew that you needed a break. Between the breathlessness and tears he knew that you could use the rest. Especially because this entire night was unexpected for you. He, on the other hand, was very intentional about it.

You felt the bed lighten as Erik disappeared into another room. You were temporarily trapped by weakness that your back to back orgasms provided that you didn’t bother to move.

When Erik returned he wiped your face then down your back. You were thankful for the aftercare gesture and Erik was always sure to take extraordinary care of you.

He discarded the towel and joined you in the bed. He pulled you closer and drew gentle small shapes on your body as you fell asleep.

“Good night baby.”

[part one] [part two]

[artisticestheticreads]

A SNEAK PEEK!?!?!?!

Hello, my sweet babies. Here is a sneak peek of our favorite Wakandan prince. Tehehe. ENJOY!!!! (Once you read a long then you will understand why I chose this gif.)

“Man, all these cracka muthafuckas know are microchips and microaggressions. It went numbers to ‘wow, you are so smart for a black man’. Like, these bitches don’t know how to be decent for more than three minutes. I swear I can’t stand these overly white ass bitches, man”, Erik said as he dug his spoon into the tub again without looking but to his surprise, the spoon didn’t feel like it had hit a soft liquidy substance but instead into a thick piece of smooth, silky material…or flesh. Once he looked over, he noticed his spoon was in nothing but in between his friend’s double d breasts inside her thin fabric of a tank. He noticed how her nipples were so erect and the fabric was still wet to the point he could see the color of her nipples and how big her areolas were; even if he could lie to himself, he wouldn’t mind to have both of her pierced nipples in her mouth while he made his self explode.

~ See? Because he look like he is looking at ya titties. Tehehe. This will be up in less than 24 hours. Stay tunedddd

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[billfinarts]

Lineart of a project I'm working on!

Did I mention I'm a Marvel fan, btw? Giving Erik Killmonger a little bit of a makeover 🤭

I'll be dropping the finished version soon!

[westleywithatea]

ok. I know i shouldn't be surprised to see "Erik Stevens/ T'Challa " tagged fanfics on AO3 (b/c it's ao3. it has lots dark and heavy stuff.) , but PLEASE INCLUDE "COUSIN INCEST" AS A TAG AND WARNING!!!

I see over 500 "Erik Stevens/ T'Challa " tagged fanfics but only about 100 of them include the "cousin incest" tag.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

EVENT POLL: ROAD TO FICTIONAL WRESTLEMANIA

MATCH 10: THE SQUASH MATCH

Storyline so far

Joffrey Baratheon has been talking a lot of crap these past few episodes of Monday Night Fresh. For weeks, he has been issuing an open challenge to anyone for a match at Fictional Wrestlemania. He claims that he’ll beat any challenger in under 3 minutes.

[tyrantonutx]

Something something Tony adopts a kid while Erik is away and Peter meets his step-dad on Skype

“What?” Peter asked, shoulders raising defensively as he shuffled into his spot on the bed next to Tony. 

“Say hi, Roo.” Tony said, nodding to the tablet in front of him. Peter jumped, looking from Tony to the tablet – to the man on the tablet, who looked just as amused as Tony did at Peter.

“Oh– oh, crap, oh I’m so sorry Mr. Stark sir I didn’t know you were on call!” Peter started to push himself off the bed and off the camera. “I can come back, or– or I can go to the lab and do stuff until you’re done? I can totally get started on the upgrades to the s-u-i-t–” 

“He can spell, kid.” 

“Or like–” Peter ran his hands through his hair, spinning until he spotted his backpack. “Homework! I can totally just. Sit quietly and do homework, I won’t even interrupt anymore I promise–” 

“Roo–” Tony tried to interject, grinning. 

“I mean it, Mr. Stark, really, you just do what you gotta–” 

“Peter–”

“It’s totally okay–!”

The voice that finally cut through Peter’s rambling wasn’t Tony’s. Tony had given up, judging by the way he rolled his eyes and smiled. No, it had come from the tablet. First, there was a sharp whistle that made Peter jerk to a stand-still. 

“That my kid, then?” The Tablet Man asked. Tony scoffed, loudly. 

“Uh. No. That’s my kid. You get your own.” There was a laugh from the tablet. 

“What’s yours is mine, baby.” 

“Nope, not this time.” Tony argued, grinning as he looked at Peter. Peter, who was a genius, even if he got in his own head about it. Peter, who was quickly connecting dots. Peter, who suddenly realized–

“Oh my gosh! That’s! Is that–? Mr. Stark, is that Mr. Stark?” Peter stared at Tony, and then the tablet, and then back again, mouth working. “I’m so sorry!” 

“Relax, Underoos.” Tony grinned tiredly, reaching over to haul Peter back onto the bed with him. “Come on, come up. Come say hi. He won’t bite, there’s some five thousand miles between us, you’re fine.” 

Peter let himself be dragged back onto the bed, shy and sheepish, until he was back on camera, tucked up next to Tony so Tablet Man – Mr. Stark!!! – could see him. 

“Um. Hi.” Peter said, lamely. 

The smile returned to him from Tablet Man Mr. Stark other Mr. Stark was wide, and dazzling, and so sharp Peter felt a fissure of dread drip down his spine. That was the smile of someone who would kill for his people. He knew that. Tony told him that, like it was one of Mr. Other Stark's best and worst qualities rolled up into one.

Tony didn't tell him that Mr. Other Stark considered Peter one of his people now, too.

"S'up."