Here’s a little taste of angst from my upcoming fic “Faded” (Bi!Erik Killmonger):
And just when Brent thought he had Erik once more, had him in the palm of his hand like some substantial tactile thing he could capture and hold onto, Erik became smoke, a fleeting nebulous being that floated away from his fingertips. Whoever had a hold of him on that phone would have Brent tossing and turning all night, bitter with disappointment. Regret. Once again, Erik Stevens had come into his world like a tornado smashing to bits the precarious tender heart Brent had been nursing for years. He was still in love with this self-centered man. The gravitational pull was too strong. He was swept back into the black hole of nothingness and all things. Erik was all things to Brent, but Brent was nothing to him in return. He fisted his left hand on his pillow and openly wept.
Crying over this fuck nigga yet again.
Now a little bit of sexy times with…
Big lips, big teeth, big wide tongue…God in heaven, Erik’s hot
tongue dragged slowly across her vulva and she saw all of her cream slather the
muscle in his mouth. She gasped and his dimples teased her eyes as well as his
smile. His lips were glazed with her generous wet offerings, and when he
twisted his tongue to the side of his lips displaying controlled dexterity, she
knew her pussy was done for. The tip of his tongue glided around her engorged
inner lips for a long time, and when it darted fast to flick just under her
clit, she knew the demon in him was coming out. Her pussy was dripping
like a running faucet. She yelped and he pressed down on her stomach to force
her back down from the levitation she was about to perform off the bed. He lapped up so much stickiness from her folds
that it looked like he had poured a whole bottle of lube all over his mouth and
“Damn baby…wet as fuck…you ready for this dick. I’ma be slippin and slidin all in you.”
The loud exhale from her mouth made him grin and her arms kept
reaching back to grab onto something to anchor her body to the bed, but they
could find nothing to grasp with no headboard. Her disruptive wiggling annoyed
him. He spanked her slick mound with his hand.
“Calm your ass down. I ain’t even done nothin’ yet.”
Erik “Killmonger” Stevens takes a gap year from M.I.T. and stays with his former foster family in Oakland while he thinks about dropping out of school. With an ex-boyfriend making overtures to rekindle a situationship of some kind, Erik also has his eyes on a no-nonsense artsy Black Goth girl who wants Erik for herself with no strings attached.
In this new upcoming fic, Erik Stevens is a bisexual twenty-three-year-old, raised in foster care after the death of his parents when he was nine. He aged out of foster care at the age of eighteen and went to the Naval Academy at the age of nineteen. He is in his final year at M.I.T., but doesn’t like it, feeling homesick for the streets of Oakland and his friends. His passion is lowriders, hot girls and boys, and staying on that street bullshit. Although he is accepting of his sexuality, he’s very cautious about letting people outside of his inner circle know about his preference for men and women. He’s still that nigga, but his sexuality can be very fluid given his moods.
Layla Maree is twenty-one and one of the O.G. Black Goths in her hood. A Mills College undergrad, she works at an adult bookstore/porn shop. Erik was her neighbor growing up. They were friendly but not very close because he was always in trouble at school for fighting and getting involved in gang activity. She runs with an eclectic crowd because of her affiliations with various Black subcultures in the city. Running into Erik again creates an itch she wants him to scratch.
Brent Stapleson is twenty-three and Erik’s ex-boyfriend from Richmond. They’ve always had a rocky relationship because Erik is a fuckboi of the worst kind–serves good dick, but always unfaithful, and always unavailable. When Erik returns to Oakland, Brent thinks they can rekindle a new and mature relationship. But he soon finds out that Erik hasn’t changed his ways and a new woman in his hoe ass life is running interference and preventing the reconciliation Brent desires.
My goal is to keep this at around fifty pages max, a long one-shot just to see if I can do it! However, if people like it enough and comment on it enough, it has the potential to be a series. This particular Erik will not be connected to my Pantherverse books. It is still part of the Black Panther movie universe, but this Erik was not born from Califia and N'Jobu, or have any connections to the other fics I’ve written. It’s a stand-alone world with a sexually fluid Erik Killmonger. He will still become that badass who shows out in Wakanda. But another incarnation.
(Final one shot will be updated asap, so hopefully this will tide you all over as I finish some other fics at the same time! Enjoy what is to come!)
The invitation came to Erik Stevens from out of the blue.
A text on his cell that was part of a group thread chirped to life as he boarded a plane to San Jose from Boston. Erik had planned to spend some quiet relaxation alone in his hotel room prior to the Futurists Conference he was booked to attend, but a note in the text message that came from his former foster brother Royal made him pause and reconsider.