Automaticdragonmugalien - Queen Mother Medusa

guess it’s time to post this again:

To Being Mrs.Barber | Moodboard

You wasn’t in love with him at all

You couldn’t see yourself falling for him but for the first time

You saw him in a different light as your fingers traced his tattoos on his chest. “Y/N, honey.” He leaned in closer toward you, his lips hovers yours.

“Andy..” your voice was low.

His gaze slowly met yours as his tattoo palm cupped your cheeks. “You don’t have to pretend anymore with me. Let your heart accept me,”

~ To Being Mrs.Barber 

Marvel really said we gave you the big three (aliens, androids,wizards) now we giving you homegrown people to hate. The flag smashers are there too.

Black girls deserve to see themselves in soft aesthetics too. We like Royalcore, Matcha dates, picnics, soft dances, book shopping with our lovers, and even more! We want to be embraced. That’s the types of content I’m making <3

Can I get some Sam Wilson, Bucky, or Thor recs? I need a good series/fic to read lol

Black!Reader preferably

i’m honestly very tired of seeing White writers festishize Black and POC characters in smut fics and talk down upon Black writers and their creations on here.

“Messy Boots”

For the Anonymous who asked me about considering a Storm x Killmonger pairing. Here ya go!

Pairing: Storm (Ororo Munroe) x Erik Killmonger

Warnings: NSFW. Mature Audience. 18+. CW: Some violence.

If you enjoy the story, Please Reblog! Comment! Like! All that good stuff.

Summary:

Fresh on the heels of a contentious divorce from King T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda, Ororo “Storm” Munroe attends a U.N. function honoring the work of the Avengers golden boy, Captain America. She invites the Wakandan Ambassador, and Head Petty King, Prince Erik Killmonger to be her date and pretend boyfriend knowing full well that her ex-husband T’Challa and his new girlfriend Nakia will be there. During a formal dinner, enemies of Captain America attack the function forcing Ororo, T’Challa, Killmonger, Nakia, Cap, and the Dora Milaje to work together to save civilian guests and international dignitaries. In the middle of the chaos, Storm realizes that Erik Killmonger might actually be the one…

“See I know what we’ve got to do You let go (you let go), and I’ll let go too (and I’ll let go) ‘Cause no one’s hurt me more than you And no one ever will…”

Lauryn Hill – “Ex-Factor”

Ororo Munroe pulled down on her white off-the-shoulder dress to make sure that her thighs weren’t too revealing. She purposely chose the Kenyan couture look because it made her silky dark mahogany skin pop with her silvery-white hair. She flat-ironed her curly mane before braiding it into several long braids the week before. When she undid her handiwork, her tresses cascaded down her back like a soft cloudy dream.

“I hope these damn speeches don’t drag on tonight,” a gruff voice said next to her.

Ororo glanced to her left in the back of the private SUV.

Prince Erik Udaku…actually, Ambassador Erik Udaku-Stevens, sat next to her with his lip twisted into a scowl as he stared out of his passenger side window. Erik’s dark locs were twisted in three thick cornrows tied in the back. His suit was tailor-made by the finest sartorial hands in Birnin Bashenga, an eastern city in Wakanda. He sat his right hand on his knee and she saw the onyx and vibranium ring on his finger that once belonged to his father, the beloved N'Jobu Udaku. The Rebel War Dog. Erik’s feral eyes met hers and a sly smile crept over his lush lips as he took in her dress.

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