#killmonger

[erikftglitter]

Ch 14| The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Sunlight fell through the partially drawn curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the tangled bedsheets. Erik’s body lay sill next to Kari’s, their legs intertwined in a knot of familiarity. Her breaths were warm against his chest. She’d sleep like that only after she’d been wrung out, reassured, and held.

But Erik couldn’t sleep.

His eyes were open, focused on the ceiling, and he hated the feeling in his chest. He’d wondered why he snapped but the truth was unpleasantly clear. Not nerves, not doubt, and it damn sure wasn’t fear. It was want. It was need. It was love, and that shook the hell out of him.

He had never needed anyone. But Kari? She’d been able to trigger him and relieve him of the same weight. She looked at Erik and it felt like hope, even in his little sadistic mind he was more than fond of Kari. And the way she looked at Andre or just existed near him… it rattled Erik. Did he really need to mix the two distinctly different worlds?

Andre didn’t love people. He used them then he tossed them. He collected memories then he broke them. That’s what he did. Erik helped him on many of those occasions - performing underground surgeries on the people he’d damaged too badly, grant access to records that were confidential, still Erik minded his business. His own demons were the burden of his reality so he couldn’t care less about Andre’s. He settled his debt and moved on.

Andre’s reputation remained the same. Use them and leave them. That’s what he would have done to Kari had she granted the opportunity.

The mere thought made Erik’s jaw clench. He tightened his arms slightly around her, grounding himself in the feel of her — her warmth, the way her body molded to his even in sleep. Erik knew that Kari was his but it didn’t stop his possessive ego from showing up and questioning it.

What are you waiting for? She loves you.

She loves us.

Erik groaned at his thoughts. It needed to wait for the right moment and surely it wasn’t now. A very sober, inquisitive Kari would be awake soon and he could not fuck his way out of it.

Not right now. Not yet. But soon he’d change Kari’s last name.

Kari stirred awake after a while, stretching against him with a sleepy yawn before blinking her eyes open.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She mumbled, her eyes still not being fully adjusted to the sunlight.

He hesitated. Erik wasn’t a hesitant person, intentional, but definitely not hesitant. He owed Kari an explanation and he didn’t need for her to present it first. He wanted to be the one who initiated it.

The hesitation gathered Kari’s attention. Her anxiety was too much for Erik’s hesitation. He was never hesitant and it made her stomach feel like it was full of knots. She sat up slightly, pushing her hair from her face, looking him in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have taken you to that ball Kari.” He admitted.

Kari’s heart dropped but she allowed him to keep speaking.

“I just—” He stopped, then exhaled. “I’ve never been challenged by anyone other than him. The thought of losing you? Of him taking you just to spite me? That was overwhelming.”

Kari was quiet. “You thought I’d let him take me?”

“Not a chance,” Erik said quickly. “But I thought he’d try.” He caught himself before he spoke about his rawer thoughts. It’d been five years since his last body. He’d hate to restart his streak.

She nodded slowly. She understood his jealousy. She can’t say that she’s surprised by his actions at all, but questioning her loyalty and flipping the situation around was completely ludicrous.

“It hurt that you didn’t trust me.” She spoke softly.

“I do,” he said, voice firm. “More than anyone Kari. That’s the problem. You’re just the only thing that I can’t quite control.”

Kari leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I love you.” She repeated for the second time. Erik hadn’t missed the way that his heart skipped.

“I need to feel safe even when you’re challenged Erik.” She was beginning to feel more sure of her own words.

“I could barely recognize you in front of that man. I don’t care about him but I care about how you treated me in front of him.” She added truthfully. Erik sucked in the breath that he’d been holding. She was right and they both knew it.

His hand slid up her back, into her flattened curls. “I would never hurt you kitten. You know that right?” He listened to her heartbeat as he waited on her response.

“Yes. I know that.” She admitted quietly. She wasn’t scared of him, but he couldn’t get all uncontrollable with her when he was supposed to be leading her. All of this was foreign to the educator. All she knew and all that she wanted was Erik.

The bedroom fell silent. Erik drew small shapes up Kari’s back as she drifted back into a slumber. He watched the way her body raised and lowered and he couldn’t ignore the inkling anymore.

“I love you Kari.” He finally released. Half asleep-half satisfied, Kari nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

What a weekend.

__

Erik had been thinking of ways to buy Kari’s forgiveness back for the last week. She’d already forgiven him but he couldn’t ignore the small feeling that lingered inside his heart on the possibility that she didn’t.

Kari had no choice, for he and his ego were deeply in favor of Kari and remained deeply possessive of the girl. That’s how he found himself renting out yet another exorbitant restaurant.

Kari came home to a fresh bouquet of peonies and a small white card that read:

“Love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within..

Meet me at Theresa’s at 8.

-E”

They sat on a rooftop, the city skyline glowing below them. Erik had pulled together a private dinner. This came as no surprise to Kari. The aura of it all was something she’d always dreamed of. How could this man be so cold and so romantic?

Aged wine, string lights, low, melodic jazz filled the rooftop. Kari had worn something that Erik hadn’t bought and it made him question his restraint. Dressed in a backless, black satin dress and metallic heels, she knew that she looked as good as she felt. Maybe it’s because she had something to share as well.

Between bites and laughter, she couldn’t help but to think of what’s been going through her mind since last week.

“Hey.” She looked up trying to find her words carefully. “Can I ask you something?” She finally asked after he nodded. Surely anything that she wanted was hers so Erik had a feeling it wasn’t something he could buy.

“Andre mentioned something to me and I just wanted to know…” she trailed off looking away from his face. It was a less intimidating question when she practiced it in the mirror. His jaw clenching was not in the trial run, still Erik signaled for her to continue.

“Did you two share women?” Her words were quick but Erik heard them clearly.

He stifled the chuckle that crept up and his jaw relaxed.

“He just had a nasty habit of going for the ones who I already had, Kari. That’s behind me now, of course.” Erik shook his head in disbelief. “He said we shared them? Unbelievable.”

Kari was still unconvinced. Andre being a liar didn’t come as a surprise but that didn’t answer their impromptu sextape.

“So why did we make a tape?” She asked, not even realizing that she’d asked aloud until she heard her own voice.

“Truthfully,” Erik answered. “It’s an old military trick. My eyes can’t be everywhere at once. I wanted to watch you later. Watch your eyes, admire your mouth, and decipher if you were telling the truth.”

“So you watched it back?” Kari’s skin began to warm up in both embarrassment and curiosity.

“I knew that you were telling the truth, but no need to let the tape go to waste right?” She could just roll her eyes at his arrogance. He was unbelievable.

“I am sorry though kitten.” He quickly followed up his remarks. It was difficult for him to control what they both knew was true, but for the sake of earning Kari’s trust back one hundred percent, he would put forward the effort.

Their night went as planned. Kari was gushed over her kids’ draft proposals for the middle school elections and Erik listened to every single word. It was hard to believe that this is how they lived their lives separately and how much better the quality of their lives improved since finding each other.

Kari thought it was a good time to finally tell Erik about the invitation. She slid a folded paper across the table.

“What’s this?” he asked as he opened the paper up.

“I’m speaking on the behalf of my school at the semiannual teacher’s conference.” She smiled modestly. “Principal Grant felt that I was the most qualified.”

Erik smiled. “That’s incredible, baby.”

“I’ll only be gone three days. It’s in Washington.” She smiled nervously.

She’d been a bit nervous about going alone and if she expressed that to Erik then he’d probably come in an instant. She couldn’t do that to him or his staff. Her trauma of being in vehicles for a while had to go one day.

His smile dimmed. His mind spiraled before he caught himself. Three days of not knowing who she was talking to, if anyone was looking at her the way only he should. It angered him and it pained him to ignore, but she earned this. She deserved the opportunity and he didn’t want to compromise their relationship again.

“I’m excited for you to go,” he said finally. “I hate the distance. But I want you to and I want to hear all about it.”

Kari reached across the table and took his hand. She couldn’t escape her subconscious and the more understanding that he was, the more she felt the need to submit to him. “You’ve never let me out of your sight before.”

“No,” Erik admitted. “And I don’t like the thought of you being that far without me. But I want you to go.”

“You sure?”

“No.” He grinned. “But I know how big this is kitten.”

—

That night, wrapped in sheets and each other again after dinner, Erik lay awake once more. Only this time, he couldn’t stop thinking about Kari’s trip. Work was good for the both of them, or at least that’s what he told himself.

Kari had taken care of herself and she was extremely intelligent - that was something that was undeniably true. But she was also a beautiful, beautiful klutz. A clumsy woman who could trip on just about any and everything. This would be her first time traveling since she’s met Erik. The first time that she’d be independent after not having to lift a finger in months.

He kissed the back of her shoulder, whispering against her sleeping body, “You’re gonna be my wife someday, Kari. I just hope you know that I’ll make all of this better for you. For us.”

Kari, half-asleep, mumbled back: “No I want cheese on mine.”

He shook his head and kissed her shoulder once more. What you won’t do for love.,,,

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[dailymarvelstudios]

Black Panther (2018), dir. Ryan Coogler

[jbbmylove]

How I love tragic men

[why-i-love-comics]

Ultimate Black Panther #13 (2025)

written by Bryan Hill art by Stefano Caselli & David Curiel

[blubird91]

Story Prompt:

Hunter-B15/Annie x Killmonger/Smoke

Multiverse AU

[livingfiction]

Okay Aarons Angels and Pierre princesses (just came up with those- they sounded cute ☺️) our love is a hot topic on Twitter (X-I will never call it that) right now because of his J HUD tunnel video and of course while all of us are salivating at how good he looks and his third leg here comes some annoying ass bitch(s) trying to ruin the fun 🙄 first off ppl saw ONE picture of this man with a white woman (the 2nd pic) and all of a sudden he doesn’t like black women. Like I understand that’s it’s annoying and tiring seeing celebrity black men, whether they be actors, athletes, singers, etc., primarily with non black women. And I get that even in tv shows and media it’s hard to find a black woman that’s not biracial or ambiguous looking as love internet or main character (that’s a whole other story) but I wish ppl would stop projecting this on to every black male celebrity we find attractive. I’m not naive. I know that if you look through a man’s dating history (which I have no desire to do with Aaron tbh) or even his likes and follows on social media you can tell his preference. But making assumptions like that off of ONE picture is just ridiculous. And also it really seems like ppl get a kick out of telling black women that the BLACK man they’re thirsting after would never look their (our) way. It’s like “ha ha y’all think a good looking black man would actually like you black bitches” and honestly it’s so disheartening. Like we’re not delusional (I am a little for this man but I still got my sanity 🤭) we know that we will never meet or date this man but damn why can’t we enjoy shit in peace as black women. I could understand if he was saying negative shit about black women specifically or seemed to go out of his way to exclude black women but I haven’t seen that from him. It’s like ppl can’t wait to tell black women that we are no more than support tokens or meal tickets to our race of men and that the only interest they have in us is “pandering” so that we’ll support them and give them money. Plus I haven’t seen Aaron do any “pandering”. He’s just been doing regular interviews and talking about his work. He hasn’t went out of his way to “cater” to any particular group in my opinion 🤷🏽‍♀️ I know this is a lot but this shit just really annoyed me man.

[artbyblastweave]

“Monger” is just such a great suffix for supervillains

[erikftglitter]

Sorry [e.k] [two]

Erik is truly sorry. 2/3. [part one]

You felt your entire body shudder as Erik pulled up to the familiar black gate. You felt a small tingling inside of your stomach on the entire way here. You and Erik rarely argued so you were a bit anxious about what he had planned for tonight.

Erik is a natural dominant man. Prior to Erik, sure you had guys who could choke you, or make you feel good sometimes, but they were not the dominant that Erik was. Come to think of it that is probably why you two rarely argued. The last argument ended up with you crying on your knees as Erik fucked your face.

You felt the tip of his dick repeatedly slam to the back of your throat. Fresh tears were running down your cheeks but his movements did not halt. He knew your limit and this was not it. Maybe, just maybe, if you had not called him a “B.A.N” under your breath then you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

You were used to your previous unhealthy relationship and Erik stopped that shit once and for all. In the beginning he knew the small stuff that was clearly coming from a place of prior mistreatment. He was patient and that’s how you two ended up being together. However, what you said to him was not warranted and he wasn’t going to be sweet about it.

You didn’t know that he heard you until you heard his game console power off. Not pause but completely power off. You felt like a piece of tuna cornered by a shark. But you attempted to play it cool and simply ask, “what’s up?”

Erik shook his head and finally approached you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading you back to the living room area. You understood his urging and slowly got to your knees. Of course you’ve sucked his dick in this position many times before, but this was different. There wasn’t going to be any encouragement. He sat his arms up on the back of the couch and pulled his pants down.

“I’m a what sweetheart? Let me hear you say it on this dick since you so bold. And take that shirt off too.”

So here you were shirtless, titties bouncing, as Erik pushed your head further and further down his dick. Spit, tears, and slobber gathered all around his dick and you began to use your hands to stroke him as you sucked. No other man in the world would’ve had the upper hand to do this to you, but then there was Erik.

The tears this time were from embarrassment. You knew he didn’t play that so you had nobody else to blame. Almost as if he read your thoughts he spoke quick after. He fisted a good chunk of your hair to pull you off of him.

“We don’t do that shit. Okay?”

You nodded your head and even though you were a nasty mess, Erik still looked at you with those alluring eyes. This time you were the one to start it back up. You wanted to apologize for the error and the low moans coming from his mouth encouraged you to go on. He came soon afterwards with long ropes of cum lubricating the back of your throat and you swallowed it all.

“Get upstairs.”

The sound of the car doors unlocking stopped your flashback. You didn’t do anything wrong but your natural submission to Erik conflicted your feelings. Still, you didn’t open the door, as there’s a whole other story about what happened when you did that.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence to the his front door. He had to let your hand go in order to unlock the door and you frowned at the lack of warmth. That’s when it hit you. You loved Erik. Yeah you two were together for a little while and were committed to each other, but the sudden realization that you haven’t seen or felt his warmth for days troubled you.

“Come on.”

Erik’s voice stopped your thoughts and you reattached your hand to his. You glanced down your hands and back to your eyes. You couldn’t read his expression but you know that he read yours. Erik always knew what you wanted and how you felt, so this entire argument was his fault for being too stubborn to admit his wrongdoing. However, he was confident that after tonight you would forget all about it.

You walked to his bedroom and gasped at the rose pedals and flowers laid out. Heart shaped chocolate, wine, fresh fruit, and candy covered the bed. You felt your bottom lip begin to poke out and you knew the tears would soon follow. Erik watched you closely, stepping out of his shoes in the process.

You practically jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Your man. Your man. Your man.

“Don’t do that again. I was so worried about you!” You scolded in the midst of your tears. You patted your face in attempt not to drag your makeup down.

“I won’t baby and I’m sorry. There’s no excuse to make you sit up and worry about me. Not talking and seeing you for days hurt a nigga’s soul. We can’t be doing that shit.” His arms wrapped around you tightly. He’s just happy that he got his baby back. You had no clue the lengths he was going through just to make sure he was forgiven.

He softly placed you down in the one corner of the bed that wasn’t completely decorated. He bent down to give you a quick kiss before taking your heels and panties off. You felt the sudden cool breeze on your heat and began to squirm. He lifted the dress up and grunted once he finally seen what rightfully belonged to him.

This time Erik fell to his knees.

You could already feel the electrifying feeling in your spine as you waited on him to get closer. Erik did not fall restless so you knew that if he was going to apologize that you were gonna be here for a while.

In one motion you felt his thick lips place a kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help the moan that followed. Erik’s lips curled into a smile when he felt your body shudder. He used his hands to expose the skin of your clit and began to lick and suck on it. In a couple of minutes you were already a withering, squirting mess.

He was far from finished. “That’s one.” You heard him growl. Realization hit you that he was not leaving your legs until you got nine more out. By your second orgasm you began to cream. Erik’s tongue was lapping your clit over and over again and when you tried to push him away he tightened his grip on you.

Instead of allowing you to rest he pushed in two fingers and watched as your pussy opened up to them. He thrusted them upwards in the motion that he learned made your back arch and kissed your pussy lips as he did so. You were melting underneath him. Yelling out all types of obscenities. By orgasm four you squirted again, thanks to his fingers curling up repeatedly. He wasn’t satisfied even though he heard the screams leaving your mouth.

Again, this was your fault. You told him that you never came from oral sex once you two began dating and having open conversations. By the next day Erik had made you squirt all over his backseat. His detailer never asked any questions, but your face still flushed when Erik made you ride with him to pick the car up. “Look at how much he scrubbing. You soaked them seats mama.”

So every time that Erik ate you out he took it to the extreme. You were not allowed one or two orgasms. He praised you and that meant that you needed to cum on his tongue at least five times. But if he was counting then you can expect that number to double.

You looked down to see Erik’s eyes closed as he pushed you to your limit. His tongue darting in and out of your folds, arms keeping you still, and your clit was damn near swollen from the attention. You were never ignoring this man again. Your body jerked when you felt an unknown feeling at your entrance. That wasn’t daddy.

In a swift second the object began to vibrate and your body thrashed.

“E-Erik! I can’t!” You yell at him and he just smiles. Your body arching up to the vibrator thrusting in and out of you got his dick rock hard. He was enjoying the view.

“I’m just trying to say I’m sorry baby.” He said smugly. He knew that you were putty in his hands and he loved every second of it.

“Just cum one more time for me.” And you did just that. With two more thrusts from the white toy you were a mess. Nipples protruded, tears freshly falling down your face, and pussy completely drenched. You knew that Erik loved to eat your pussy but tonight had your thoughts so slurred that you weren’t making any sense.

“Now arch that back.”

[part three]

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Ultimate Black Panther (2024-) #14-18 variant covers by Rod Reis

[halfreal-and-halffiction]

Words can not describe how much I fucking love ya'll and the art ( YES ART!) that you beautiful women create!!! Ya'll are really serving and feeding an ignored demographic that never gets to see themselves written in a variety of ways. You guys are so fucking creative and you take time out of your real lives when you have work, family, friends, school, events, sickness, and struggles to write and post content for FREE. And all you ever ask for is reblogs and comments. It might sound corny and extreme, but I really am grateful for you guys and I hope you're having a merry Christmas!!!! (I'm in marketing, but I swear ya'll make me want to go to a publishing company or some shit and get ya'll some book deals worth some big bucks cause the talent is un-fucking- real😂😂😂 )

Gonna post this on both of my blogs cause I honestly don't know which one some of you know me as 🤭🤭🤭

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Every Black Character's Hair Style Lately - @ richguy on Youtube

WE WERE ALL THINKING IT OKAY WE ALL KNOW WHAT HE MEANS

THE KILLMONGER CUT.

[why-i-love-comics]

Ultimate Black Panther #6 (2024)

written by Bryan Hill art by Carlos Nieto & David Curiel

[bennie-jerry]

My Beef with Killmonger - An MCU Rant

I think people struggle to understand that not ALL villains are misunderstood—they’re choosing to be evil and that's it. 

Take Killmonger for example (I’m doing the MCU specifically because I haven’t read the comics—cry about it). 

Besides committing the atrocity of making those half dreads the Frank’s Red Hot for every media with black characters lately, there's aspects I don’t hear people touch on when it comes to Killmonger as a character. And if there are, I sure haven’t heard it yet---so I really hope there's some info on this man I'm missing here. But if no one's gonna call out this man’s BS, I will.

I definitely comprehend that Erik losing his dad was extremely traumatic for him to experience as a child. But Killmonger was only focused on revenge and power alone. Because of the fact that T’Chaka was dead, Erik couldn’t take it out on him and instead decided to channel his anger towards the entirety of the Wakandan royalty—even towards T’CHALLA (even though T’Challa had NOTHING to do with it). 

Even then, T’Challa was MORE than kind enough to let Erik see a Wakandan sunset BEFORE he died. 

“I’m sorry my father was a POS. Here’s a sunset, bro.” 

I get he's played by the oh-so handsome Michael B. Jordan, but let's remove the rose-colored lenses and consider something here.

On top of being a complete narcissist (who killed his GIRLFRIEND by the way), the guy also was just never EVER fit to hold power in ANY capacity to begin with. When the guy did kill (or believe he killed) T’Challa, what was the first thing he wanted to do? 

Did he try to help other poor children in the neighborhood he grew up in?

Did he make a memorial for his dead father?

Did he start a program for fatherless children (like HE was)?

Did he even TRY to do ANYTHING of value that would’ve been beneficial to others in ANY way shape or form?

Newsflash: The answer to all of that is NO.

The FIRST thing this man does as KING is start a WAR between Wakanda and the United States.

Literally his FIRST act as king is to begin an event that could very well have left so many of his people to DIE and cause mass amounts of generational trauma. Meaning there'd potentially be a bunch of children in Wakanda that ALSO won't have their fathers should they die in the war. Is that NOT a major red flag? 

The guy didn’t even DRESS like a king, he just walked around shirtless with a jacket like he was an NYC pimp. 

Even pre-kingship, he already killed LOADS of people before he got to that point. Sure, you could argue that it was in order for him to reach Wakanda or what he planned to do. But does that not raise MORE red flags about his original intent, then? 

Killmonger has a scar on his body for every person that he’s ever killed. The man’s torso is covered top to bottom in scars, meaning he has a major body count. So you’re telling me that this dude's okay with murdering innocent people just to get to a goal that was gonna lead him to kill more people ANYWAY?

Yes, I understand his trauma. Yes, I understand why he's angry at the world. Yes, I do think he's a great villain because every good story needs a good villain. But one thing I'll NOT do is act like this man's actions are justified when they're not. His conquest to create conflict highlights a SEVERE lack of genuine care for the very people he CLAIMS to wanna help.

He's a grown man who had every chance and choice to become better and he never took it because he chose to take his anger out on everyone else since the one who ACTUALLY committed sin against him had already DIED.

And when the “What If” series came out, Killmonger turned on EVERYONE he worked with, took the gauntlets for himself, and tried to reset reality.

Sure, you could say that Killmonger is a representation of black rage and on some level, I'd agree with you in terms of a story telling perspective. But storytelling dynamics don't change the fact this man is a piece of crap.

Don't EVEN try lying to me. The only reason this man has simps on Tumblr is because he's played by someone who's attractive. I bet if he was played by Steve Harvey, you'd all change your tune. 

Trauma never is/will be an excuse to do horrible stuff. Once again, trauma can make a good villain and good villains are necessary. My ONLY issue with Killmonger is that he has a railroad of fans that try to justify his actions.

It's one thing to like a horrible character. And it's another thing to say a horrible character is justified in what they do. The reason why I think it's so dangerous to do that is because it CAN (not that it always does, but CAN) translate into real life instances where people defend ACTUAL human-shaped monsters for things they do as well (ie they're traumatized and/or attractive). That's why we have hybristophilic fangirls slobbering over Wade Wilson (if you know, you know).

But at the end of the day, everyone has choices. Killmonger made his.

Even Killmonger's FATHER was saddened by what his son became while speaking to him on the ancestral plane.

N’Jobu: No tears for me? Killmonger: Everyone dies. It's just life around here. N’Jobu: Well, look at what I have done.

DAWG, WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU NEED—

[livingfiction]

LOVE MY BLACK WOMEN WRITERS!

Words can not describe how much I fucking love ya'll and the art ( YES ART!) that you beautiful women create!!! Ya'll are really serving and feeding an ignored demographic that never gets to see themselves written in a variety of ways. You guys are so fucking creative and you take time out of your real lives when you have work, family, friends, school, events, sickness, and struggles to write and post content for FREE. And all you ever ask for is reblogs and comments. It might sound corny and extreme, but I really am grateful for you guys and I hope you're having a merry Christmas!!!! (I'm in marketing, but I swear ya'll make me want to go to a publishing company or some shit and get ya'll some book deals worth some big bucks cause the talent is un-fucking- real😂😂😂 )

Gonna post this on both of my blogs cause I honestly don't know which one some of you know me as 🤭🤭🤭

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @uzumaki-rebellion @megamindsecretlair @blackgurlnhermoods @keyaho

[melaninpov]

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