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I Want You to Choose Me (Drabble Request)

Request: #99- “After everything… I’d still choose you.”

Pairing: T'Challa x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1138 (I didn’t mean to make it so long it just happened)

Warnings: Angst, some violence

A/N: I’m Baaaaaaccccckkkk! I’ve been working on this forever and now that I’m on summer break I can write a bit more. Requests aren’t open yet, but they will be soon I just want finish a couple more prompts and I will reopen them. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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   “Shuri, where is T’Challa?” You search around the lab even though you knew this was the last place he would be.

   “What do I look like, my brother’s keeper? I don’t know where he is more than half the time.” She laughs, but stops once she realizes you weren’t laughing with her. “It’s something serious, isn’t it?”

   “I just haven’t talked to him for the past few days. Something happened during the mission a few days ago. I just need to make sure he’s okay.” You fiddle with your fingers, your nervous tick. Your job for Wakanda was similar to that of Nakia. You too were a spy, but left the missions that required more traveling to Nakia. She enjoyed missions like that, and you weren’t a big fan of planes so the short distance missions were more your speed.

   “I’ll track him for you.” She begins to tap on the beads on her wrist and bring up a diagram of the entire palace, but there was absolutely no sight of T’Challa. “He doesn’t want to be found.”

   “But I have to find him!” you shout and immediately cover your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried, and I just need to make sure he doesn’t hate me, and he knows I don’t hate him.” Your words are ominous, peaking Shuri’s curiosities.

   “What happened out there?” you try hard to deflect the question, but eventually you surrender and tell her the story. The jist of it being that there were two, particularly heavily armed, men that had a couple of Wakanda agents held hostage. You guys got there and realized it was a setup, and as the men started to fire, you quickly rounded up the agents and brought them toward an exit while T’Challa was temporarily fighting them of. Once they were all out you notified T’Challa through the earpiece and as you saw him coming towards you you see one of the men say something to him, you didn’t know what, but it obviously provoked him. He turned back around and began beating that guy senseless, not paying attention to the other one who was loading a gun. You tried to call out to T’Challa, but he was overtaken by blind rage, so you sprint over in enough time to knock the gun from the other guys hand and knock him unconscious.

   “T’Challa we have to go.” You pull at his arm, but he breaks your grasp as he makes his mask disappear, allowing you to see his face. His eyes were dark with anger and his lip was bloody, but his eyes softened once he saw you, but you are now pissed. “Get up and get to the jet.” You stood from your crouched position and practically stomp to the exit.

   “Y/N, please. Wait, I-” you held up your hand, prompting him to stop. You stopped walking but didn’t turn around, but after a few seconds you continued walking out the door.

   In the jet there was a tense air around you two, nothing has been said since you left and you guys are already almost back. You could tell Okoye wanted to say something, but for her own sake waited for one of you to say something.

   “You could have been killed.” You whisper, face in your hands. T’Challa didn’t say anything just stared at you. “Why did you do that? What did that guys say to possess you to do something like that, T’Challa? I need to understand.”

   “You will never understand!” He shouts, startling you and Okoye. “It’s not something that you could understand. Honestly I don’t understand why I bring you on missions if they always end like this!” The jet finally lands, and once it i open, T’Challa rushes out, leaving you sitting there.

   You walk out to an open jungle plain area, similar to that of what T’Challa described the Ancestor Plain of looking like, and he was there, sitting underneath a tree holding something and looking at it. You slowly approach the tree, making sure to make little noise, and as you got behind him you could see that he was twirling his father’s ring around his finger, whispering something. You hesitantly reach and touch his shoulder, making him turn to look at you. He says nothing and watches as you sit near him, close enough to brush your fingers over his.

   “I’m sorry for how I acted a few days ago. It just… if something happened to you back there I wouldn’t know what to do. You’re my best friend.” You lightly grasp his fingers and he does the same to you.

   “He said something about my father… and you.” You left out a soft, slightly confused hum and he turns his head to look at you. “He basically said ‘You couldn’t keep your father alive, so your little girlfriend will be an easy target.’” Your blood runs cold as you nervously look at him. “I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive myself for what happened to my father, and if anything happened to you…” you see a tear roll from him eye so you reach up and bring to his face down to cuddle it against your chest.

  “T’Challa, you put so much pressure on yourself. Ever since we met I could tell that you would never give yourself a rest but now, I’m afraid that your gonna burn yourself out.” You gently pull at the coils in his hair, finding comfort in the texture.

   “I’ve felt obligated to protect you. When I met you that’s all I’ve wanted. For you to be safe, and maybe if I did you would feel about me the way I feel about you.” He sits back up and focuses his attention back on the ring , eventually looking at you, realizing your need for clarification. “You are constantly chased by many eligible suitors and I have been working so hard to even stay in the running to be chosen by you. I just hope that-” you couldn’t help but accidentally let out a chuckle, stopping T’Challa’s words and watch as his face morphs into something more hurt.

   “No, I don’t mean to laugh at what you said. I actually love that your not afraid to show your feelings. I’m laughing because you thought you had to fight so hard for me. I’ve felt the way you have this entire time.” You turn towards him and grin. “I know you’ve done some crazy things for me, and I know you’ve made bad decisions because of me. I just want you to know that even after everything… I’d still choose you. Now just kiss me.” You beam and embrace him as he leans in to share with you a sweet, loving kiss, one he’s been waiting to give you.

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Obere Òké

Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader Word Count: 2.4k words Kink: Cunnilingus Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie... A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!

You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.

"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.

He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.

M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.

You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.

You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.

You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.

You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.

With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."

He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.

His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…

His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.

He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."

You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.

He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.

You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.

His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.

You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.

He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.

His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.

“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”

He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”

He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.

“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.

He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”

You laugh. “Likewise.”

He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.

You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.

“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.

M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.

You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.

"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.

You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."

You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.

You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.

"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."

Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.

It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.

You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"

You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."

He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.

You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.

"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."

"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.

He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."

Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"

M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.

Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.

"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.

"Emangalisayo," you sigh.

"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.

You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."

He smiles gently, "Hm?"

You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."

He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.

You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."

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Gained another sister-in-law today! Congrats to my brother Marcus and Tracy

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caught a body

summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating

word count: 2.6k

pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator

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Still high off happiness for my brother and my new sister!

Congrats to my brother and my sis-in-law Kevin & Khiara!

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Not Gon Cry | Chapter 1

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Your marriage with your husband, M’Baku comes to a stand still as you discover his infidelities.

Inspired by the song, Not Gon Cry X Mary J. Blige.

NARRATIVE — Gulping your red wine down your throat with tears burning against your crimson colored eyes you abruptly slammed the glass down on the granite countertop. As dreading and sickening memories of you and M’Baku spewing curses towards eachother played in your mind like a bitter after taste while the soothing voice of a scorned women comforted you.

“—while all the time that I was loving you, you were busy loving yourself, I would stop breathing if you told me to now you’re busy loving someone else..”

Holding your gaze counting the drops of the wine left in your glass you abruptly slid the chair back creating an obnoxious screeched before you quickly flexed your arm and threw the glass against the wall.

Hearing the scattering of the glass breaking did little to ease the scorch in your throat and the deafening words of M’Baku repeating in your ear. Feeling the raw emotion behind his disgraceful words you felt the salty drips slid down your cheek before swiftly wiping underneath your eyes before yanking the opened bottle of wine towards your mouth.

Roughly exhaling you stood up and slowly trailed towards the hotel balcony. Completely disregarding if you were leaking drops of the expensive beverage in the hotel’s carpet you stumbled barefoot and half naked towards the doors before weakly pulling them open. Stepping outside into the warm breeze you felt the loosely tied silk robe you were wearing blow open as the early morning air of the city of love blew.

Reaching the thick balcony you briefly looked at the skyline of Paris before shamefully shaking your head as you lifted the rim of the bottle to your lips one last time before setting it on the edge of the balcony.

With your hands resting on the ledge and your head tilted almost mockingly at the Eiffel Tower you let the complete release of tears cascaded down your face.

As your vision blurred you looked down at your fingers and started toying with the sacred band around your finger; were you ready to give it all up?

“—no, I’m not gon’ cry it’s not the time ’cause you’re not worth my tears..”

Feeling Mary’s words speaking to your soul, you sniffed as you swiped the fallen tears from your face refusing to spend another second crying over the big bastard who mistakenly held your heart. All that time you spent with him felt like a waste and the love you gave him felt useless if it couldn’t keep him faithful.

With today being your eleventh anniversary with M’Baku, you decided to go the extra mile and fly out and surprise your husband instead of waiting for him to give you some weak apology about his schedule.

Planning out the occasion you packed white lingerie that left very little to the imagination and a matching pair of Louboutin complimenting the look. Your plan was coming into fruition as you flew out and booked the best rated hotel in the heart of Paris looking over the historical landmarks the city had to offer. Plus, it was in the same hotel the business meeting was to be held in from what your husband told you.

Arriving at the hotel, you laid down half naked and horny on the luxurious sheets as you took in the view of the city of love and sipped on wine as you waited.

However, time wasn’t in your favor as it started ticking making a one hour soon turned into two and eventually a three hour wait. While you waited, you felt a nagging shift in your soul that threw you off, but you couldn’t exactly pin point what it was.

If you knew M’Baku like you claimed then you knew that he was a man of his word, but where was he?

No verbal contact was made, no phone calls or even a text message was sent. Where the hell is M’Baku?

However, while you were drowning your liver with a large amount of alcohol your subconscious wouldn’t take a break. Over the last few hours you waited you couldn’t help but to hear your neighbors one floor up having a pleasurable time as the faint moans could be heard from a floor below and with your soul still not resting something told you to check it out.

Standing up from your relaxed state on the bed you placed a silk robe on and slid your foot into your fur slippers before standing up. Walking out of the suite you went into the elevator still conscious of the low groans, moans and faint sounds of the headboard hitting against the wall.

Within seconds, you reached the top floor before following the sounds as you pressed your ear against the door before instinctively hearing a familiar gruttle that you’ve heard ring in your ears plenty of times.

Instantly furrowing your eyebrows, you stepped back from your slanted position as your heart began to pound and increase by the second.

Puzzled and distracted by your small panic attack you didn’t realize that the hotel door wasn’t closed until you heard an audible whimper. With your mind racing with great uncertainty, sparked curiosity and growing rage you took a step forward placing a hand on the door before peeping through the slim crack.

Identifying a figure gyrating ontop a hidden figure you couldn’t identify, you shook your head in great confusion. Pulling back thinking you were delusional you were about to walk away until you heard a weak female voice call out, “—M’Baku.” following a moan.

However, your mind had no time to process it as you heard a native baritone voice grumble, “Keep moving just like that, mnandi.” out loud. Abruptly feeling your knees buckle you stumbled back from the door and pressed against the opposite wall as your chest rose and fell rapidly and body shivered with intensity.

“—swallowed my fears, stood by your side I should have left your ass a thousand times..”

This distinct feeling could only be characterized as having your emotions overpowering your body. With every nerve-ending feeling the impact of this effect, your emotions began to open up it’s flood gates.

Everything from sorrow, humiliation to manipulation and the most prominent vengefulness. The emotions dominating your character caused you to silently tap your foot against the carpet as you thought of a plan.

However, with the bed obnoxiously squeaking you broke out of focus before hearing the female voice exclaim, “Oh baby, I’m about to cum!”

The little control in your grasp suddenly left your body as you darted into the room after kicking the door before spotting and grabbing a bottle of wine.

Hearing the screams from the female amongst your entrance only fueled the fire burning in your eyes.

“Y/N! Usana! What are you doing here?” You heard the Great Gorilla asked, before he quickly tossed the naked female onto the floor.

“What am I doing here? No, nigga what are you doing here cheating on me with this bitch?!” You yelled, as your anger coursed through your body like a rapid wildfire. Watching M’Baku stand up, you saw the covers fall off before he weakly tried to hide his hardened manhood with his hands.

“Mnandi, please I can ex—“ He started off, before you quickly cut his ass off.

“Don’t call me that! You don’t call me the same name you addressed your whore with!” You yelled, before you abruptly busted the wine bottle against the wall.

Creating a loudly noise as it shattered the dark juice ran down the wall and the hotel’s carpet leaving the bottle halfway intact with the shard pieces of glass raggedly poke out. Seeing M’Baku slid on his boxers drawers he attempted to speak out again, “Y/N! Just hear me out, please put the bottle down!” He spoke.

Striding towards him while pointing the bottle at his beloved jewels resting in spandex you said, “M’Baku if you love parading your dick around I suggest you keep your fucking mouth shut!” You exclaimed.

“Besides, we have a guest here and I wanna find out every single detail.” You spoke softly, before walking over to the girl clutching onto her rib visibly in pain.

Crouching down, “So, your the girl who’s been taking all of my husband’s time?” You asked, as you studied her face clenching up. Nodding her head, “Pathetic.” You spat, as you looked over the girl’s aching body.

“Well, you can have his cheating ass maybe you’ll be the next chieftess of the Jabari because that position just became available.” You stated, as a dramatic but faint gasp escaped from M’Baku.

“Sithandwa sa, please think this through!”

Holding up a hand briskly silencing his pleads you continue to speak. “You have two seconds to grab your clothes and get out of this room before I give you a reason to really be battered and bruised.”

“Your seconds start right now.” You threatened, as you stood up. Watching the woman stand up and wobble out of the room you threw the bottle at the wall and humored the increase her slow ass pace.

Watching your chest heavily rise and fall, M’Baku called your name, “Y/N..” He mumbled. Collecting your thoughts you turned on heels facing the large man who so proudly deceived your trust and boldly claimed he loved you more than the Jabari, itself.

All you could see was the father of your kids and a man who betrayed your vows to you and the great Hanuman. “How long M’Baku?” You asked, as you watched his face distort in guilt. “Six months.” He responded, in a shameful tone.

“—through sickness and health, ‘til death do us part those were the words that we said from our hearts, so now when you say that you’re leaving me I don’t get that part..”

Hearing the words escape from his lips caused you to temporarily lose the function of your respiratory as you felt the wind being knocked from you.

Swallowing your gulp you felt the burning sensation in your eyes threatening to spill tears. Sniffling, “Well then, I strongly advise you to find a new wife.”

“NO! You CAN’T do this Y/N!” He shouted, before he dropped down to his knees infront of you with tears pooling up in his eyes. “Ndiyacela, ungafuni kuyenza oku!” He exclaimed, as he pleaded.

“I didn’t do this, you did. Now you have to face the consequences M’Baku.” You shrugged, not showing him how much his tears were stripping away at your hard exterior. “Ndiyaxolisa! Ndiyacela, usana!” He begged, with tears now streaming down his face.

You looked down at the weeping man as he cradled your legs with his face now pressed against them as you felt his tears cascading down your leg.

M’Baku was tugging onto your heart strings as he continued to speak apologetically through his heavy sobbing. With this continuing on for a couple of more minutes before he was just clinging on your legs you just looked at him pathetically and with no remorse.

With his eyes puffy from all of the crying, M’Baku was silent as he realized you were firm on leaving him. “—we will discuss the matter of our children when I return home to Wakanda.” You spoke, breaking the silence.

Tilting his head up to looking into your eyes as the tears resurfaced once he saw your emotionless face.

“I must go..” You started, but got cut off by the Great Gorilla tightening his arms around your lower half.

“Please, stop. You brought this upon this family and now you want to cling to me, please go cling onto your whore before she leaves. Goodbye, M’Baku.” You concluded, as you felt his grip loosen.

Walking to the hotel door you briefly stopped as you scanned the torn up room gazing at the stained wall and carpet to the broken glass and the broken man in the middle of floor bawling his eyes out in regret.

Shutting the door behind you, you walked away from the room leaving behind your husband and heart.

“—no, I’m not gon’ cry it’s not the time ’cause you’re not worth my tears..”

TRANSLATIONS —

“Nobusi.” means honey “Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Ndiyaxolisa.” means i’m sorry “Ndiyacela, ungafuni kuyenza oku.” means please, don’t do this

AUTHOR’S NOTE — My first angst w/ M’Baku! Let me know if y’all are feeling it so far. Much love.

TAGLIST — @blackpanthersmut @leahnicole1219 @imgabbyrae @90sinspiredgirl @minyara-kun @lalapalooza718 @barely-emily @mysticbrownie @siriuslycollins @therevolution-willbelive @xbreakingmidnightx @texasbama @imagine-mbaku @thiccdaddy-mbaku @muse-of-mbaku

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This will be updated frequently.

T’Challa / Chadwick Headcanons—

Meeting T’Challa For The First Time

Dripping With T’Challa

T’Challa / Chadwick Imagines & Short Stories—

Newlyweds

Insatiable

Never Ending Cycle

Never Ending Cycle Bonus

Influences

Two Cats w/ @blackpanthersmut

Chapter One Chapter Two

For Now And Eternity

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Magic City

Chapter One Chapter Two

M’Baku / Winston Headcanons—

Meeting M’Baku For The First Time

Yearning For M’Baku

Teasing M’Baku

M’Baku / Winston Imagines & Short Stories—

Wedding Night

Bali, Indonesia

Bruised and Breathless

Not Gon Cry

Baby, It’s Yours

Thor / Chris Imagines & Short Stories—

Calm Before The Storm

Miracles

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chiron / Trevante Imagines & Short Stories—

Passion, Making Love

Erik / Michael Imagines & Short Stories—

Old Friends

Sweet Treats

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Tina Turner November 26, 1939 – May 24, 2023

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As It Seems

✦ Summary: They say you never forget your first love.

✦ Pairings: Sam Wilson x Female Reader

✦ Word Count: 2.1k

✦ Author’s Note: Somehow, watching Endings, Beginnings today made me want to write a story for Sam, of all people. Because… reasons. Title inspired by “Dreams” by The Cranberries.

Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen in the most mundane places. For example, the cereal aisle - somewhere between the Frosted Mini-Wheats and the limited time offer Jolly Rancher cereal. Seriously, when did that even become an option? What moderately sane person requires that to start their day? 

But that’s the thing, that right there is rather extraordinary. Maybe not earth-shattering in the same sense as a life-changing moment. But it’s something, worthy enough of pausing your shopping to stare at the brightly colored box of mind-numbing flavor combinations.

A single moment can change everything though.

One minute you’re scrolling through your shopping list and the next you’re hearing your name in the middle of the cereal aisle.

There’s a pause between the words being spoken and your brain fully establishing that yes, in fact, that is your name being called by someone who sounds surprised to have found you here of all places.

And when you turn to confront the man - because that voice had to be coming from someone with at least some testosterone coursing through their veins - it takes another moment for the facial recognition to kick in. Fluorescent lighting and color-popping breakfast products can affect that sort of thing, you know. 

And so, he says it again. Basket in one hand, the beginnings of a smirk playing at his lips. It must be the beard and the baseball hat throwing you through a loop because you just don’t recognize this handsome stranger standing in front of you - fully blocking the aisle from the impatient nana behind him.

But sometimes, the most extraordinary things can occur in a place like this. Running into your high school boyfriend is the least likely of those possibilities, but not impossible, apparently. Because here stands - 

“Sam Wilson.”

- in all his muscled glory. An approving grin when you finally click the name to the person as he saunters over to you.

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#sam wilson x female reader

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈𝐈: 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fingering (f receiving)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — who are you to make my heart flutter? who am i to be affected; mornings after aren't all they crack up to be

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.6K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

Dull pain housed itself behind your eyes. 

The sun was too bright and were the birds louder this morning or did they know you were in pain?

You groaned, your hand exploring the expanse of sheets and pillows to find your phone. When sleep dissipated from your vision, you saw four voicemails: three from Theo and one from Erik.

The previous night’s events played in your mind’s eyes like hazy vignettes, fractals of whiskey-sodden movements and hot skin scorched with callused pads of fingers. You shook off the memories and played the first voicemail. 

“Y/N, baby. Pick up.” 

Your throat seized at how bored Theo’s tone was. Like he was speaking to a child throwing a tantrum. 

“You know that we can’t work through this if you don’t answer when I call.”

“Where are you? Your car wasn’t in its spot in the parking space and no one’s heard from you. Call me back.”

“If you want to be a bitch about all of this, fine.”

Wetness hit your collarbone and your free hand wiped at your cheek. You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t break. Not over him. 

Your thumb hovered over Erik’s voicemail; just ten seconds. You took your lip between your teeth. If you were honest, you’d forgotten that you’d had each other’s numbers. Probably one of those cordial things that friends of the other’s partner does. You let out a shallow breath and pressed play.

“Hey, uh, it’s me. Erik. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay. If you ever want to talk about, y’know, anythin’, I’m here.” He blew out a breath. “Bye, Y/N.” 

His voice, whiskey-warm and low, made your belly tighten. Again, your mind’s eye played back the events of last night. How his breath against your ear made your knees weak and your body shudder. How his skin on your sweat-slick skin felt like delicious flames. Your thighs clenched and your mouth watered at the memory of him stretching you out. You pinched the front of your shirt between your forefinger and thumb, circulating some much needed air between your hot skin and the the thin fabric. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed Erik before now. You’d even made a few offhanded comments that caused several petty fights between you and Theo to the point he’d stopped inviting you to functions where Erik could be present. But last night was different. You hadn’t been alone with Erik before and you were ready to have him take you in the middle of a dance floor. With other half-drunk patrons on all sides. You’d never been that reckless with Theo, never even wanted to be that reckless with him. 

Your phone chimed and you jumped; it was a text from Erik. 

Did you make it home okay? I didn’t hear back and got worried

Emotion lodged itself in your throat. 

Some small, deprecating part of you wanted to denigrate the feeling, chalk it up to jumping into the first physical intimacy you’d had in what seemed like ages. Another wanted to fall — fall so hard, so fast, that you wouldn’t recognize yourself after the impact. You’d become a stranger, a woman consumed. 

Before you could stop yourself, you drafted out a text. Your eyes flitted from left to right, surveying the blue bubble for any signs of overeagerness. Before you could second guess yourself further, you hit the blue arrow. 

Meet me for coffee at Jeannie’s?

You chewed your thumb nail, your eyes glued to the café entrance. 

Your knee bobbed in time with your thoughts, errant and sedentary, flitting between focused and dissociative. You’d tugged at one of your plaits a few times without even noticing. Fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweater and adjusted the rings on your fingers. Your eyes flitted around the café, half-recognizing classmates and friends of friends. You looked down at your watch again; half past nine. 

He could’ve decided not come. It’s not like he owed you anything. 

You shook your head; barring what happened at the club, why were you nervous? You’d been around Erik plenty of times before. 

Except back then, you were with Theo. And one of the times that he caught wind of you and Erik being “familiar”, he stopped inviting you out with him. That was probably one of the nastiest fights you’d had with Theo. You rubbed at the skin of your wrist at the memory.

The bell above the door rang and your vision fixed on the form coming inside. 

His locs were plaited in two braids to the back, bringing his sharp jawline into focus. The scruff of his cheeks ghosted at the back of your neck. He wore a denim jacket over a sinfully fitted black turtleneck and matching jeans, a gold chain hanging loose around his neck. When Erik’s gaze found yours, you sucked in a breath. His hand rose in a half wave and he started towards you. 

“Sorry I’m late.” He sat down across from you, a small smile on his lips. “Lecture ran late.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t been here long.”

Erik snorted. “You’re early to everything, Y/N. What time you get here? Eight forty-five? Eight forty?”

“Eight thirty,” you murmured, narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t want to order until you got here. I don’t know what you like.”

“Coffee, two sugars, splash of oat milk.”

You raised a brow. “Oat milk?”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” he said, a smile quirking up at the corners of his mouth. 

“Huh. I never knew that.” You motioned to the server and put in your drink orders. “Did you want something to eat?”

“Nah.” Erik’s eyes burned into yours. “I’m not hungry right now.”

You cleared your throat and politely sent the server off. “So, about last night.”

“What about it?”

“We can’t do that again.”

Erik frowned. “If you think I’m expectin’ anythin’ — ”

“I’m not! I just wanted to make sure that we were both on the same page. I just got out of my thing with Theo and even though you say y’all aren’t friends, y’all have mutual friends and float in the same circles. I can’t jump into something with you when I’ll have to keep seeing him.”

“I’m not tryin’ to push you into somethin’, Y/N. I genuinely didn’t know that was you last night.”

“So, it’s normal for you to go around finger fucking girls in clubs?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” he said, mirroring your bold tone. “You let strange men finger fuck you in dark clubs often?”

“The Y/N you met and the Y/N in front of you are two different people. I can’t speak to her intentions.” 

“Word?” Erik laughed, pretty white teeth on display. “She seemed fun.”

“If you like drunk Y/N more, just say that,” you teased, rolling your eyes. 

“I like any Y/N you’ll give me.”

“Even if it’s platonic?”

“If you just want to be friends, Y/N, we can be just friends. I’m not gon’ rush you into anythin’ just because we happened to be physical one night.”

You smiled. “Thank you. I didn’t want to make this any more awkward than it already is and push you away without an explanation.”

“So this is goodbye?”

You furrowed your brows. “No?”

“No?” 

“I want us to start over.” You held out your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Erik smiled a dimpled smile and reached forward. You tried to ignore how his hand swallowed yours whole, leaving nothing to the imagination of what they’d look like molded to your body like a sculptor working clay. 

“I’m Erik Stevens. We had a few classes together freshman year, right? I think you stole one of my nice ballpoint pens.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t steal it! You gave it to me and I handed it to back to you!”

The corners of Erik’s mouth curled. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Erik Stevens.”

The brisk October air cut against your skin and you shuddered. 

“You cold?”

You rubbed your hands together. “I should’ve worn a jacket over this sweater but it wasn’t this cold this morning.” 

Heaviness sunk onto your shoulders and the heady scent of Erik’s cologne hit you nose. Your wide-eyed gaze flitted to him. 

“You cold right?” 

“What about you?”

He lifted a shoulder and put his hands in his pockets. “I’m cool.”

Your brows creased. “Erik.”

“Y/N,” he mocked, a smirk playing at his lips. 

You rolled your eyes. “You play too much.”

“I’m not playin’. I gave you my jacket to wear ‘cause you’re cold. That’s what friends do, right?” He moved in front of you and nodded to the jacket. “Put your arms out.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me, Y/N.” 

You didn’t mean to hesitate, but this was all happening too fast. Erik fell into being your friend too quickly, barely reacting to the pull he had on you if he even noticed at all. Were you really so different from Erik? Did you feel too deeply, too passionately? Conflated the small physical intimacy between you into something more?

“Hey.” Erik waved his hands in front of your face. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged out of his jacket and held it out to him. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

He took hold of his jacket, his features canted into a frown. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Everything.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i'm such a slow burn enthusiast and for no goddamn reason lol

#galatially #want u around #want u around series #erik kilmonger x reader

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐈: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fingering (f receiving)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — just for tonight, let me be someone else. someone larger than life and impervious to pain like the pain he gave me; what's a few drinks and a chance encounter with a familiar stranger to a heartbroken girl?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.3K

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i was rereading this and got nostalgic so here y'all go lol

The bass thrummed through your veins.

Tequila and whiskey emboldened you as you swayed your hips in time to the beat, your hands high above your head. You felt the stares from the men and women around you, basking in them. 

Tonight, you transcended. 

Beneath the red and blue lights, you were a different person. You weren't the girl that found her boyfriend screwing another girl on your living room couch. You weren’t heartbroken and you weren’t angry. No, in the heart of the dance floor, curls wild and free, Y/N Y/L/N was invincible. 

An ethereal being amongst humans. 

You felt a presence behind you, hands finding yours hips. Warm air tickled the shell of your ear. “What’s a sweet thing like you doin’ dancin’ alone?”

A breathy giggle bubbled from your lips, one of your hands reaching behind to cup a broad shoulder. “I’m not ‘lone. You’re here.” You ground your ass against the front of his jeans, the skirt of your skintight dress cresting above your hips. His cologne made your head spin and your belly flip. 

His teeth caught your earlobe. “Keep grindin’ like that and I’ll take you right here. People be damned.”

The warning sent a delicious shudder up your spine. “Promise?”

His chuckle rumbled low in his chest, reverberating against your back. Lips trailed the curve of your neck and hands held you firm against the growing tent nestled between your barely covered ass. “That turn you on, baby girl?” Teeth nipped at your sensitive skin. “You want me to fuck you in front of all of these people? Ruin this pretty pussy?” 

A thick digit wedged between your thighs, playing at the soaked thong clinging to your lower lips. A strained groan left his mouth. 

“You’re soaked, baby. That all for me?”

Your breath caught. When the last time someone turned you on like this? Had anyone ever turned you on like this? You bucked your hips back against his hand, soft mewls tumbling from your plump lips. 

“Want me to fuck you with my fingers, pretty girl?” He pushed the fabric to the side and pushed three digits into your sopping cunt. The strangled moan lodged in your throat was guttural, almost pained. He wrapped his free arm around your front and held you firm against his chest. “Be cool, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole club knowin’ I’m knuckles deep inside you.”

You tucked her bottom lip between your teeth and gave a weak nod. Your skin was on fire and you could feel your nipples stiffen. “Fuck.”

He worked you slow, his thrusts slow and tortuous, stretching you out deliciously. Your first orgasm slammed into you and made your knees buckle. 

You put a hand against his chest. “Wait, wait. We need to stop.”

“You sure?” He removed his fingers, leaving you hollow. “We could take this somewhere private, if you want.”

The invitation was tempting. Damn near irresistible, even. You could be this girl for tonight and in the morning, you’d turn back into a pumpkin. No longer the enigmatic princess in the wild, but the pauper that had to figure who she was again. 

Who were you now that everything you knew was a lie?

You turned to face your sexy stranger, your features canting into confusion. 

“Erik?”

His brown eyes widened. “Y/N?”

Even through post-orgasm hazy eyes, Erik Stevens looked like a god, as if deities bore him from sculpted clay. You went to the same university, shared some Gen Ed classes your freshman and sophomore year. Sometimes you even struck up conversations about classes. His reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type far preceded him, but, at least with you, he was smart and sweet and funny.

Besides, you were already spoken for at the time. But it didn’t mean that you never noticed him.

Your face warmed and canted into a frown. “Fuck.” You pulled down the hem of your dress and pulled a fallen strap back up your shoulder before turning on your heel. If you weren’t sober before, you sure as hell were now.

“Y/N! Wait!”

You cut through the crowd, quickly dodging curious drunken glances as you hurried to the bar. You put a hand up to signal to the bartender, Scott.

He tipped his chin and leaned over the edge of the bar, yelling over the booming bass. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Can you cash me out and grab my stuff for me?”

Scott gave you a thumbs up and disappeared to the other end of the bar. Before you could look over your shoulder for Erik’s tall frame, the bartender reappeared, your items in tow. 

You slammed down a few notes and threw him a two finger salute.

“Whoa, whoa, Y/N! Everything okay?”

You hoped the smile you gave was convincing enough as you hurried out of the club. The cool breeze kissed your cheeks, carrying the loose curls framing your face in its wake. Tears burned in your eyes, your chest heaving painfully. “Fuck!”

Of course. 

Of fucking course!

Of all the people you could’ve rebounded with, it just had to be Erik, one of your ex’s friends.

Your mind raced with questions: did he know the girl Theo was with? Was she around when you weren’t, draped over his lap while he hung out with his boys?

Were you really the last person to know?

You pulled out your phone and started requesting an Uber.

NOTIFICATION: Your driver, Amelia, will be arriving at 1:45 AM

“Y/N!”

You held in a groan, not sparing him a glance as you spoke. “Nope. We’re not doing this.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend nothin’ happened in there?” His hand curled around your bicep. “Look at me.”

You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned to face him. The quick movement made your world tilt and your legs buckled. Where you expected to be intimately introduced with the asphalt, you felt a warm mass against your shoulder. You took in a deep breath and looked to Erik, your face warm. “Thank you.”

He nodded and helped steady you. “You gon’ stop runnin’ now?”

“Erik, we can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you deadpanned. “Theo’s your friend.”

Erik tightened his jaw. 

You crossed your arms and turned away from him. “Just forget what happened. Please.”

“Can I wait with you until your ride gets here, at least?”

You lifted a shoulder and kept your gaze on the street. You anxiously glanced down at your smartwatch for notifications, debating whether you should’ve called your friends to come get you instead. 

“I’m not his friend.”

You blinked and turned to him, startled by the sudden conversation. “What?”

“Theo,” Erik clarified, “I’m not his friend. More like a friend of one of his other friends.”

You looked over at him. “Why are you telling me this?”’

“Because you’re actin’ like I knew what he was doin’.”

NOTIFICATION:Your driver, Amelia, is pulling up now. You will have five minutes before Uber charges you a waiting fee

“I don’t care if you did or didn’t know about Theo cheating on me, Erik. I don’t care if y’all are friends. The fact that we almost — ” You blew out a breath. “You’re an adult, Erik. We both are. So whatever we do or don’t do shouldn’t concern the other.”

“I’m just sayin’ that — ” 

A black Sedan pulled up in front of the both of you, cutting off his words. 

You glanced at Erik over your shoulder. “Thanks for hanging back with me.”

He nodded, a tight smile on his lips. “Get home safe, yeah?” 

You nodded and ducked into the back driver’s side seat. As the driver pulled off from the curb, you stole one last glance of Erik standing on the sidewalk. 

“He a friend of yours, ma’am?”

“No. Just someone that I know.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — to date, the beginning of this fic is the most out of pocket i've ever been and i'm proud of that lol

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Sugar Babe Chapter 4

We’re back y’all!

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Texts

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Texts

Word Count: 3,018

Synopsis: Things are spicing up with our favorite duo

Warnings: slight smut

Luxury.

Never before have you been introduced to such nice things. Even when you travelled with Erik before for smaller trips, the hotels were nice but they weren’t this nice. Hell most of the time you had to get in a smelly ass taxi to get to the hotel. 

But not here, here the two of you were picked up in the nicest car you’ve seen on the road and taken to the nicest hotel you’ve seen in your life. You felt like Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday, and you had to try your hardest not to gawk at the beautiful ceilings. You clenched your jaw to keep from gasping at the stunning interior decor that the hotel had. 

The wife of Erik Stevens could not gawk at some really nice ceramic tiles. She had to act like she’d seen it ten times before!

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#erik kilmonger x reader #bookmarked for later chapters

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OnlyFans: M’Baku

-He doesn’t need the money. He’s more interested in the experience and the freedom of it. Anything he makes goes to charity. He openly speaks of its advantages and wants it be a safe and respected platform. 

-He’s charging a reasonable monthly subscription fee, but enough to make you know what he’s giving is quality.

-And if you’re lucky enough to get on his DM list? Hanuman has blessed you!

-He posts on a regular schedule, but far enough apart to build thirst and need from those subscribed.

-But this isn’t just flesh and lust. M’Baku wants to make sure your heart, eyes, and ears are all occupied. So, there are audio only posts that let his fans’ imaginations run wild, video clips of him cooking and being domestic to show he’s a catch in and out of the bed, and lots of lives where he interacts with fans on a personal level. 

-His visual content? Well produced, high quality, tasteful but he knows when to get dirty. Backgrounds are always beautiful. Peeks of the mountains behind his throne. Lush foliage in his private garden. Fireplaces. Hot springs. 

-There’s no cookie cutter DMs either. He takes pride in crafting an experience with his fans and doesn’t use stock message or images. It’s all personalized.

-He’s not shy about showing his face because he’s very comfortable in his sexual cravings and sees no shame or harm in what he’s doing. He wants to be empowered to explore his own desires and give people permission to do the same for themselves.

#mbaku headcanon #black panther fanfiction

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I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

#black reader #black panther #erik x reader #erik stevens