#m'baku imagines

[devnicolee]

Impure thoughts were most certainly thought when I saw this pic on Lupita’s Instagram 🥵

#winston duke #why is he doing this to us #m'baku x oc #m'baku x reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagines #black panther fics #m'baku imagines #black panther fandom

[foreverindreamlandd]

Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

Summary: After Namor's attack on the Golden City, you are sent to Jabari for safety. You're not sure if you could ever feel safe again after what you endured a few days ago, until you finally meet the kind eyes of the Jabari Tribe's leader...

Warnings: Reader is claustrophobic, has an episode, mentions of nightmares, almost drowning, loss of loved ones, spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

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Water. There was water everywhere.

Flooding the streets, tidal waves taking people out left and right.

It barreled down each and every pathway, racing toward you as you desperately tried to run towards safety, the splashing sounds taunting you from behind.

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

You woke with a gasp, body covered in sweat, crawling along your skin.

Even though you knew you had just woken up from a nightmare, you couldn’t manage to even out your breathing.

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

It was a memory. From just a few days ago when Wakanda was attacked.

You looked around at all of the sleeping bodies around you, their mats covering nearly every inch of the floor. There was no empty space. Nowhere to breathe. 

The walls of the small refuge created in the caves of the Jabari Tribe headquarters began to close in on you, and the space suddenly became too crowded.

And then you were drowning all over again, chest constricting, air refusing to reach your lungs.

Without thinking, you jumped out of your mat, maneuvering around all of the sleeping Wakandan refugees, black spots forming in your vision as the panic continued to rise in you.

Why did it feel like the path out of this room went on for miles and miles? Why was there no end in sight?

Finally, you made it through the sea of people and toward the dim hallway.

Before you could let out a sigh of relief, you heard it.

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

You turned to look over your shoulder as you picked up your pace, sprinting down the hall to run away from the phantom tidal wave that chased you in your mind-

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

Someone, you gathered - as massive hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from stumbling to the ground. 

You looked up, eyes fighting the black spots to focus on the concerned brown eyes staring down at you.

A small voice in the back of your brain screamed to you that this man was important, a person of great respect, someone who deserved a bow or some sort of recognition.

Lord M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, the Great Gorilla. One of the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda.

But the larger part of your mind was still breaking down, so for right now, he was someone you could cling to for support.

“Outside,” you gasped, your head growing dizzy. You needed to be out in the open fast or else you were going to pass out. “I need to get outside.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. His hands held onto you a little tighter as your legs grew wobbly beneath you.

“Can you walk?” he asked, low voice echoing through the hallway and deep inside your chest. 

You nodded, unable to speak, and it was all he needed. He shifted his hold to grab the small of your back and led you down the hall, holding you closely to his side to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“This way,” he murmured, veering off the main path and down a smaller corridor, and you almost protested being in the more confining space, but something told you to trust the man fighting to keep you upright.

A few seconds later, he was opening a large stone door built into the wall of the mountain. As you felt the cool night air hit your face, your body sagged further into him in relief before running out of his hold and toward the balcony ahead. 

It took a handful of heaving gulps before you managed to put enough air in your lungs to get rid of the black spots. You looked up from the stone below your hands and toward the view in front of you and let out a small gasp.

You must have been close to the peak of the mountain for a view like this, to see the entirety of Jabari, the neighboring mountains glittering with snow, the full moon illuminating every surface with a mesmerizing glow, millions of stars twinkling above.

The sounds of water were gone from your mind, and you were met with the peaceful silence of night.

Even though you had just gotten air back into your lungs, the scene before you momentarily took your breath away again once more, but in a much less terrifying way.

“Here,” M’Baku’s low voice came from behind. You turned around to see a glass of water held out in front of you. Looking up to meet those comforting brown eyes, you nodded a quick thanks and took the glass, knocking half of it back in one go.

When you looked back, you saw two large, empty hands fiddling together in front of the giant warrior, as if anxious.

“What else can I do?” he asked, desperate to help in any way.

Something in the protective tone in his voice put knots in your stomach and you shook your head. “I-I’m f-f-f-fine,” you replied, the shivers escaping from you exposing the fact that your sweat-covered body was now open to the freezing cold air and you were not, in fact, fine.

The lord of the mountain shook his head, a light huff escaping his chest as he took the fur off his back.

“No, n-no, you don’t have to-” you tried to protest, but before you could say another word the wrap was over your shoulders, and the sudden warmth radiating through your body was so  intoxicating that it brought a small smile to your face.

 M’Baku let out a grizzly laugh that brought even more warmth to your insides. “There it is,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

“I was not going to find an ounce of rest this night if I did not get you to smile,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, taking more of him in now that your nerves had settled.

Though he now stood a couple of feet away from you, you still needed to crane your neck back in order to look at his face. The man completely towered over you, his presence commanding the entire space.

And yet, you didn’t feel any fear around him, or like you were being looked down on by someone of high status in these lands.

You felt comforted, protected, safe, which had not been the case in the days since Namor attacked the Golden City. Since then, all you had known was fear.

His dark skin glowed under the moonlight, making his features even more breathtaking. Without the cover of his fur, you could see the bulging muscles from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms.

There had been many times during your time in Wakanda that you heard whispers of the lord of the mountains, and how M’Baku’s strength could only be met with that of the Black Panther themself.

You imagined him lifting your body into the air with complete ease, a thought you never inherently had with any other man you had encountered. 

“How are you not cold right now, Your Lordship?” you asked, shivering at the thought of him being so exposed in such cold weather. 

He tsk’ed, taking a step forward and extending his arm out. “I am the heart of these mountains, my lady. There is a fire in my veins that no cold can put out.”

You rested a hand on his large bicep, the warmth radiating from it sending a shiver down your spine. Had you been able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his smooth, muscled skin, you would have heard the small hitch in his breath from your touch.

“M’Baku,” he said softly, and you looked back up at him. “Call me M’Baku.”

How could you say no to such a request, with the way his eyes bore into yours?

You gave him your name, and he mouthed it to himself, feeling the string of letters along his lips.

“You are not from Wakanda,” he said after a beat. A statement rather than a question.

“I am not,” you still responded.

“You chose a terrible time to visit.” The joking tone in his voice made you laugh.

“I suppose not,” you said, finally noticing that your hand was still on his arm. You forced yourself to remove it. “I’ve been here for a few years, actually. Used to work for Shield as a scientist, and was assigned here by Steve Rogers for a few months to work with the Wakandan scientists and Bucky Barnes. After everything with…Thanos, I was officially out of a job. Bruce Banner pulled a few strings with Shuri and allowed me to continue working here.”

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

Your throat constricted, tears welling in your eyes and you nodded. “Me, too.”

Concern returned to his expression and he rested a hand on your cheek. “What is wrong?”

A scoff escaped from your lips before you could remind yourself that you were speaking with practically royalty. 

“I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip began quivering. “I mean, what isn’t wrong right now? Wakanda is under attack, and I lost friends who have been my family these last few years. I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep without having nightmares of almost drowning ever again-”

Strong arms wrapped around you, cutting off your rambling as they completely consumed you in warmth and security as you cried into the chest of the great leader.

Some unknown number of minutes passed before he pulled away, your composure returning. His hand went back to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“I know things appear grim right now, but I swear on Hanuman himself that I will do everything in my power to protect Wakanda and its people…” his serious expression turned sly and he winked, “especially its visitors with the most radiant of smiles.”

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

With a nod, he lowered his hand to grab yours. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

Panic arose in you once more at the thought of being in the small room with so many other people. “I think I’d rather stay out here-”

“Nonsense. I have a private room in my chambers where you can rest.” He waved his free hand behind him to show off the giant glass window, behind it a cozy bedroom.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, the whole of Wakanda is intruding on my lands this evening. Now, please stop trying to argue with the Great Gorilla before I show you how I got that name.”

Your feet slowed, stomach dropping at the threat. But when he turned around, there was a mischievous look on his face, and a grin from ear to ear. He winked at you again and you found yourself laughing at the powerful warrior before you.

“My apologies, Mr. Great Gorilla,” you retorted, pulling a low, rumbly laugh from him.

He escorted you into the room, remaining at the doorway, his back turned away from you as you sat on the bed.

“I will leave you to rest,” he said, hand going to the door.

“Wait-” you called, unable to stop yourself. His hand paused. “This is definitely too much to ask, and I’m sure you have a million other things to take care of…but is there any chance you could stay?”

M’Baku turned back to you, and you immediately opened your mouth to try and take back your request.

But the look in those kind eyes halted your words, and without hesitation he nodded.

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought. 

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He walked over, sitting on the bed next to you, your backs pressed against the headboard, gazes toward the wall in front of you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, your thumbs twiddling on your lap as a newfound awkwardness slowly ate at you.

M’Baku cleared his throat, clearly in the same state of discomfort as you were.

“So,” you finally said, “how did you earn the title of Great Gorilla?”

His lips curved upward as he looked over at you. “I am so glad you asked. It all started when…”

The two of you stayed awake for hours, sharing stories and asking each other questions.

Finally, as your lids grew heavier and heavier, gravity pulled your head to the muscular shoulder next to you as sleep pulled you under.

When you awoke, the sun was shining, and you felt rested for the first time in days.

You also felt a familiar sturdiness underneath your cheek, as well as a large arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up, you found M’Baku staring down on you, a serious - almost nervous - look on his face.

He smiled. “Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?”

***

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#mbaku x reader #mbaku #wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #mbaku imagine #mbaku comfort #m'baku x reader #m’baku x you #M’Baku x y/n #black panther

[angelltheninth]

Used to This Feeling

Pairing: M'Baku x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, throne room sex, soft kissing, pet names, size difference, gentle dom!M'Baku

Word count: 0.4k

Kinktober Day 2: Cockwaming

Ao3

A/N: Next fic for my kinktober. I really like M'Baku, I hope he has a good role in the next Black Panther movie.

"Does that feel good my King?" You husk against M'Baku's neck as you sink all the way down on his cock. He wasn't sure about this when you first suggested it but he couldn't argue with it now. The moment you started grinding against his lap, making his cock stir as his hands grabbed your hips firmly, his muscles bulging as much as his cock.

"Can't you tell for yourself?" M'Baku smirked as he leaned up to capture your lips with his, his tongue pushing your lips open and sliding his tongue against yours.

You hum into the kiss, feeling his cock twitch comfortably inside you. M'Baku's lips travel lower, trailing your neck, mapping your bare skin, marking and sucking bruises as he goes. He doesn't normally go for daring things like these, preferring to keep your moans just to himself but he can't help buck buck his hips upwards, his cock dragging against your walls.

A low chuckle escapes him as you lower your head on his shoulder, lightly biting into him as you try to keep quiet. This seemed like a fun challenge for you at first, you thought you'd get him to break first, that he'd lift you up in his arms and flip you around, fuck you senseless. Instead he's smirking at you as you're the one losing composure on top of him as his hands travel across your naked back.

"What's wrong princess, you were so confidant a moment ago." His warm lips return to your neck, making your mind hazy from the warmth of his body against yours and the feeling of being filled to the brim by his dick, more then full, "Maybe this will teach you to try and get the better of me. In my own throne room no less. Don't you know there's only one King here?"

He punctuated that question with a long, deep drag of his cock. It made your eyes roll back as you ground your hips further down into his lap. M'Baku hummed, one hand on your hip and the other coming to rest on your cheek, enveloping almost the entire side of your face.

"I was skeptical before but now, I think I'd very much doing this daily. Just having you on my cock, holding you, kissing you, seeing you squirm in my lap just like this. You're a divine sight to behold darling." Thinking about it now that didn't sound too bad. Maybe you should make this a regular thing.

"As long as you promise to rail me hard later." He didn't need to promise that, it was a given. He always delivered on that front. You just wanted to make him groan and throb. You counted that as a win. For now.

#m'baku #m'baku x reader #m'baku smut #m'baku imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu smut #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #kinktober

[amphitritesmuse]

As you follow closely behind Okoye, you hear someone making loud barking sounds. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn to see M’Baku grinning at you while chewing on a carrot.

You chuckle at his frivolous nature and say, “You do know that is not the way to get a woman’s attention.”

M’Baku approaches you and places his hand on your shoulder as he whispers. “But I did make you smile, did I not?”

As you begin to laugh, little did you know that from afar, Namor looked at the both of you with anger and jealousy seeping through his veins. The only thought that was racing through his mind was how much he was itching to kill M’Baku.

#marvel #mcu namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #black panther 2 #m'baku

[tenochconamor]

Tenoch's character may not have a lot of screen time on Forever Purge but he had his own theme music, a subversion of the "white hero" trope and tenoch in a cowboy hat and that's all we really need.

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta namor #namor of talokan #mcu namor #nashuri #namuri #namor x shuri #agua papi #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x oc #namor imagine #namor x m'baku

[mbakuwife]

I guess nobody writes about Mbaku no more ..

#mbaku imagine #m'baku x black!reader #mbaku smut #mbaku x reader #m’baku imagine #mbaku #m’baku #m’baku x oc

[writingintheshadowsforever]

M'Baku with A S/O Scientist Part 2

After that day M'Baku gets even way more comfortable in the lab with you. Which means he also starting to show his curiosity in everything that you do. Not just armor and weapon related.

At first you didn't seem the harm and found the childlike wonder in his eyes adorable. As he watched you work fuse certain materials and chemicals together.

But then one day he asked you to let him try an experiment out. It was a simple task really just putting two items together. But the material was delicate and explosive. M'Baku didn't have a gentle touch and that resulted in a small explosion from kinetic energy.

It knocked him back a couple of feet in the air.

He was okay but crashed into some pretty expensive lab equipment, and while Shuri found it hilarious and was definitely going to keep the footage. She made it clear he was no longer allowed in her lab.

After all the two of you were close enough that he should be more than comfortable with asking you out.

Indeed M'Baku did right in front of his tribe when you came to pay him a visit while on guarding duty. The next day and they celebrated with a woo.

M'Baku took you out into the mountains for a picnic on the top of a mountain with a great view.

Despite living in Wakanda your entire life it wasn't a sight that you got to appreciate nearly enough. Since you were always so obsessed with your work.

When the sunset hit it was almost time for the end of the date. M'Baku wanted nothing more to kiss you, but was trying to be a gentleman.

So you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. In a slow and passionate kiss.

M'Baku was the happiest man alive after that night.

Everyone got the memo the next day when he came into the lab planting a kiss on your cheek while bringing you lunch.

You come to find out things about him that you never would've expected.

Like for one he is an excellent cook which makes sense when you think of how different the Jabbari's lifestyle is from yours.

Speaking of his lifestyle now that you're officially together. M'Baku wants nothing more than to whisk you off to the Jabbari Mountains to show you his home and way of living.

Of course you agree and take a few days off to go with him.

This time it's your turn to stand back and watch him work and teach you the way of things.

The adjustment isn't easy and there's a few times M'Baku finds you try to cheat by using some tech. You managed to sneak in your bags.

M'Baku will confiscate the tech with a grin kissing you on the lips when you try to protest.

"Y/N there is more to the world than technology just allow me to show you" He tells you.

Eventually you give in and actually start having fun in the mountains.

Your favorite thing is to cuddle with him which happens alot considering how cold it is, and you're not use to.

Still you could be laying by a raging fire and will still insists that he holds you. M'Baku gives in instantly.

He's a big softie when it comes to his science nerd.

The two of are polar opposites in so many ways, but nevertheless the relationship works.

There are times where frustration for him will kick in whenever you get really absorbed into a project. Especially if you're working with another scientist.

That's the only time he feels even slightly jealous. It will sometimes make M'Baku wonder if he's good enough for you, or at least smart enough.

In the beginning he would pull away and just return to the home to the Jabbari mountains.

It's when you make the journey to him by yourself and settle yourself into his lap, and tell him. "You know I love you right"

M"Baku realizes he has nothing worry about and says it back.

Eventually Shuri lifts his banishment from her lab under the strict guideline that he is to not touch anything.

The only time M'Baku breaks the rule is to touch you.

Whenever you're not taking care of yourself and overworked. M'Baku will just throw you over his shoulder unfazed by your struggles, and take you home.

He makes sure you're well fed and rested letting you fall asleep on his chest.

M'Baku also makes sure you loosen up every now and then and have fun.

The next time T'Challa teases him about being a puppy in love instead of getting offended. M'Baku just nods while staring at you from a distance. Where you're hanging out with Nakia.

M'Baku pulls out a ring to show T'Challa with an adoring look on his face.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #m'baku x reader #m'baku imagine

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Sleep In

AN: Hello friends! This is 2/2 of the requests I received. I haven't written anything for M’baku in SOOOOO long so it was nice to jump back into writing about him again lol. I was listening to my playlist before writing this and this song came on and I literally was like oh I have to write something based on this. Hope you enjoy it!

Request: “Maybe you can make a m’baku x reader fluff. - anon” 

Pairing: M’bakuxFem!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, I don’t even think I cursed #miracle 

Word count: 707

Suggested listening: Foggy - Leslie Odom Junior

“Foggy, sun peeking through the gray

It's foggy, smoke rising on the day

And baby, I can't pry myself out of your arms” 

The soft pitter-patter of rain threatened to wake you from your sleep but the warm arm that was wrapped around your waist pulled you back into slumber. You glanced up at your bedside table and saw the time “8:30 AM”. You groaned lightly, now thirty minutes behind schedule. M’baku had undoubtedly heard your 8 am alarm go off before you and snoozed it. 

You glanced over to your sleeping husband and couldn’t help but let out a smile. He looked like a child, so peaceful and calm when he slept. He was M’baku The Great Gorilla to the outside world, but here, when it was just the two of you, he was just M’baku, your husband. 

You reached your hand across and delicately placed it on his face, massaging his beard with your thumb. His eyes fluttered open and a smile slowly came across his face to match yours. 

“Good morning sleepy.” You said. M’baku placed a kiss on the inside of your hand that was on his face before speaking. 

“It is not morning my love.” 

You laughed slightly at M’baku’s comment. “It was surely morning when you turned off my alarm wasn’t it?” 

M’baku looked like a little kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before recomposing himself and feigning a look of betrayal. “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

You rolled your eyes and shimmied out of M’baku’s grasp flipping the covers off of you so your feet could dangle off the edge of the bed. 

“I have to go to work and you see this weather M’baku, it's going to take me forever to get to the Golden City.” You turned over your shoulder to look at M’baku, his arms were wide open, his bare chest exposed to the cold. It took everything in you not to crawl back into his arms and spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together. Sensing the way you were staring at him M’baku made a move and reached out to pull you back into himself, but you two had played this game before. You dodged away from his arms and stood from the bed turning to face him. 

M’baku sat up in bed and a smirk appeared on his face. “Is this how we’re doing this today? Do I have to bring you back into bed to convince you to stay with me?” 

You laughed at M’baku’s antics, he always knew how to keep your relationship fun and playful. “I’d say that sounds like a fair trade, no? Only if the Great Gorilla thinks he can beat me.” 

That brought M’baku out of bed and onto his feet, the smirk still plastered on his face. With the bed in between you it was all about who made the first move. M’baku had the upper hand as you had to get past him to reach your closet but still, you were determined not to lose this battle. Your eyes flashed to his left, a clear open path towards the closet, the obvious choice. M’baku figured out what you were up to and waited for your move. 

You let out a war cry before running full speed towards the left side. M’baku, already knowing your movements, placed himself in between you and the path. What M’baku failed to remember is that you were just as cunning as he was, at the last second you juked out of his way and ran to his right. You made it just past him before yelling out a “Home free!” as you neared the closet. Of course, M’baku did always say that gloating was your worst habit…

Before you could enter the closet you felt your body lift from the ground and immediately knew you had lost the battle. “Not fair!” You whined out as M’baku walked you back to the bed. He laid you down first on your back before laying between your legs and placing his head on your chest. As much as you loved this position, you knew M’baku partly did it so that you couldn’t leave. He placed a delicate kiss on your chest before speaking. 

“Sleep in with me my love.” 

#m'baku x reader #M'Baku #m'baku imagine #M'Baku x Black!reader #m'baku x you #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagine #black panther fic #black panther fandom

[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 9 (FINAL)

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: Oshun celebrates her 32nd birthday. M’Baku gets some choice words from T’Challa that make him rethink his last conversation with the love of his life. 

Words: 3500+

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is it. The final chapter, y’all! Thank you so much to those who read and re-read this story, even throughout my absence from writing during the lockdown. I have fallen in love with these characters over and over again. I really enjoyed growing with this story as a writer and a sad little slut. Love y’all.

Translations: Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto(you don’t want to repeat that), Intloko (chief), sthandwa (my love), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life), Ikumkani wam (my queen)

Chapter 9

“Hey, Google, play It Gets Better by The Internet.”

The Google home blared music throughout the studio loft as Oshun shuffled to her couch in her brown teddy bear slippers. Plopping down next to her little brown kitten, Curry, she scrolled through her emails and opened one titled ‘Gallery: Final Decisions’. 

Here are the final prints, they’ll be put up this morning before the event tonight. You should be proud of yourself, Oshun. These look amazing. See you tonight!

P.S. Happy birthday, lovely.

Colored prints of her paintings were attached to the body of the message, along with some black and white photos from her film camera. In one of them, a wide gap-toothed smile rests on a man's face; his onyx skin contrasted against the white silk sheets beneath him; his strong hands gripping the thighs of the person sitting atop him, capturing the photo.

This was the first time Oshun had looked at these photos since she found the film canister in an unpacked duffle bag in the back of her closet. After she had returned from St. Lucia, she buried herself in her work. That was the only path she could handle to move forward. Six months can pass so quickly when you bury yourself in the sand. Finishing commissions left and right, and even catching the interest of a famous singer that wanted to use her artwork as inspiration for an album. As time rushed by, Oshun had become a rising star with her art being reposted and purchased by household names. 

“I’m heading out, baby. I’ll see you at your birthday dinner.” 

But the success of her art could not keep the loneliness from gnawing at her heart. So she backslid, hard. She ran into Yemoya while touring galleries to premiere her art. Yemoya ran the exact gallery that she had set her sights on and they hit it off once again but with more grounding. Yemoya was already in an established relationship but both she and her girlfriend Sage were interested in Oshun. And Oshun was fine with coming and going as she pleased. Their unofficial throuple worked; for now. 

“Alright, please tell Ye to keep it minimal at the gallery. You know how she gets,” Oshun said, leaning her head back against the couch. 

“Hey, I know Ye and I weren’t exactly what you were planning for but thank you for letting us hold place in your life. You’re such a gem, O.”

Oshun stared oddly at Sage, trying to read between the lines of her mystery-laced words. Sage was always more poetic while Yemoya was a bit blunter and to the point. But sometimes, she couldn’t quite place what Sage was trying to say. Or what she was hiding.

“Uh, thank you? Should I be worried?” 

Sage chuckled and leaned down to peck her lips before heading out the door.

“Bye!”

Oshun, more confused than before, continued to scroll through the remaining attachments in the email before locking her phone and throwing it aside. Curry waltzed over and curled up in Oshun’s lap, eliciting an ‘awe, sweet baby’ from her lips. This was all she needed; her cat, a fling with a couple of women, and her first gallery event. But every time she looked at those damn photos, she began to wonder… was this all she needed?

Golden City, Wakanda

Two days prior

“Thank you for your time, this concludes our meeting for today.” 

M’Baku watched the tribal elders walk out of the throne room, chatting about their new exploits and local gossip. He was leaned to the side with his chin in his hand as his mind rested for the first time in weeks. Training new warriors was extensive, collaborating with T’Challa on field missions was tiring, and getting his stubborn people acquainted with the new tech that Shuri invented was anything but a walk in the park. Once the meeting had ended, he felt no need to race back to the mountains that he called home. He just needed to rest. Besides, running back to an empty bed would only cause him more anguish. 

“Lord M’Baku, I am surprised. Most times you would have been the first elder to leave. What keeps you,” T’Challa chuckled, taking a seat in front of M’Baku. 

“I am simply resting my mind before my trek. Is that a crime?”

“Not in this country, at least. But normally you’d be rushing to see who you called ‘the divine feminine’.”

“That is in the past,” M’Baku said matter-of-factly. 

“In the past? And why is that?”

M’Baku sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. He had no interest in opening old wounds and pouring out his heart anywhere, especially not in the Golden City. He had hidden away all thoughts of her. If there was one thing his father had taught him before he left this plane of existence, it was that there is no use in dwelling on matters of the heart. A leader only looks to the past for lessons to avoid future mistakes. 

“It is simple, really. My council did not approve of our courtship so I cut it off. Now if you’ll excuse me, King.”

M’Baku stood and swiftly headed to the doors of the throne room.

“You are many things, Lord M’Baku, but I never pegged you to be a coward,” T’Challa accused, his words stinging the Great Gorilla’s pride. M’Baku stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the King, tightening his hold around his birchwood staff. 

“Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto.”

“You would have me believe that your decision was not made out of cowardice?” 

“T’Challa you try my patience,” M’Bkau grunted, turning to face him, “You may be King but-”

“But what? All this talk for me and yet you probably didn’t object to your council. What else can you call that if not cowardice?” 

“You cannot talk as if you were there. I made a decision for my people and she made hers. What more is there to do?”

“You could fight for her. If this American woman is who your heart has chosen, how can you deny it?” 

M’Baku walked back over to T’Challa and took his seat once again. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. His mind was moving a mile a minute as he repeated the words in his mind. Even if his heart had chosen her, how could he move forward now?

“Hear me when I say this, Your people need to step into the future and embrace those that we have forgotten, those we have abandoned. You need to make it right. If not for her, then for yourself,” T’Challa said with conviction, before walking away. 

M’Baku rolled his eyes as he watched the king saunter away as if he had won their fight all over again. The king stopped in his tracks right as he was exiting. Holding the door with one hand, he turned back to M’Baku with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

“Inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to meet this elusive woman who has softened you.” 

Ifechi and Akunna walked into the birch-laden throne room to see M’Bele and Zoya standing on either side of a sitting M’Baku. He was dressed in civilian clothing which was a rarer sight these days.

“Lord M’Baku, what is the urgent matter you wanted to discuss? Are we to be under attack,” Lady Ifechi questioned. 

“I have an announcement to make. I am leaving tonight to go retrieve my bride and future chieftess in Los Angeles. I will be bringing her back to Jabariland to meet the people. Please prepare the ceremonial rituals.” 

“Intloko, I must protest. The people will not-”

“MY people,” M’Baku said, cutting Ifechi off, “will come to know and love their new chieftess.” 

Lady Ifechi balled up her fists and hit Akunna’s shoulder, signaling for him to step in and say something, anything. 

“Lord M’Baku,” Akunna stuttered, clearing his throat, “you cannot just take her as a wife. We discussed some time ago why…”

Akunna’s speech trailed off as he watched M’Baku swiftly approach and stop just short of his feet. The chief was at least a foot taller than him and Akunna didn’t dare meet his eyes. 

“Did you think I was asking permission? You two may be my council members, yes, but moving forward you will have no say in my personal matters. Is that clear?” M’Baku’s loud commands rang in Akunna’s ears and he simply nodded in silence. M’Baku looked sternly at his two council members and puffed out his chest in preparation.

“I can no longer enable this ignorance. We must welcome the lost tribe with open arms, they have suffered as Wakanda has sat on the sidelines. If you two are not willing to change your way of thinking and follow me into the future, then you will find no place on this council.

I have denied myself love and comfort as I thought that sacrifice was the key to being a great leader. No longer.” 

The council members nodded their heads once more and M’Baku grunted in agreement. He turned away from them, walking back to his throne and taking his seat once more. 

“You may leave. M’Bele will act as chief until I return.”

And with the finality of his commands still buzzing in his chest, the chief of Jabariland smirked as he watched Akunna and Ifechi make a quick exit. 

Downtown Los Angeles

leaving the gallery

Oshun walked out of the bathroom after changing into a completely different outfit than the one she wore whilst working the crowd at her first gallery show. Networking and being introduced to person after person was too much to do in heels. She had kept it casual with a color-blocked boilersuit and chucks. But now that they were headed out to her birthday dinner? She was going all out. Black mesh see-through jumpsuit with a black wrap dress and just enough cleavage on display. She tippy-toed in her chunky black boots to readjust her golden jewelry in the funky mirror on the wall. Her fingers brushed against the long hanging golden cowrie shell necklace that lay between her breasts and she groaned loudly; stomping her foot like a child. Oshun just wanted to not think about him for one night. It was supposed to be a happy night, celebrating her 32nd trip around the sun with friends and lovers and food, divine, delicious food! She thought briefly about taking it off; even throwing it away. But she could never bring herself to do it.

“O, come on, we gone be late, girl,” she heard Megan yell from around the corner. Oshun skipped over to meet her and wrapped her arm around Megan’s. Trying to put her mind on pause, she rested her head on her tall friend’s arm.

“Sorry, I know I’m running on cp time. Thanks for planning this.” 

“Well, there'll be a few surprises at dinner so, don’t thank me just yet,” Megan noted, mumbling at the end of her sentence. 

“What kind of-”

“No time to talk, the car’s here!”

Megan rushed her out of the gallery and into a black SUV where Shellee was already seated in the back. The drive to Baltaire was as busy as it could be, but then again that was Los Angeles. Native Angelenos will leave a half hour early for an event and still resort to checking directions on Maps just to see how much traffic they’d be in. The freeway was bumper to bumper, but Oshun didn’t mind. She was too busy listening to her friends squabble over which male actor was sexier. 

“I can’t help but look at him and think, I just know it’s big. It’s heavy,” Megan almost moaned, fanning herself as Shellee and Oshun laughed at her. 

Once the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, the valet opened the door and helped the three of them out. They headed inside and met up with the rest of their party that was waiting with balloons and presents next to the concierge. 

Baltaire was a chic steakhouse in the heart of Los Angeles that Oshun was introduced to when she sold a painting to her first high-income client. The lighting was low enough to provide a relaxed ambiance but light enough for you to see your food. Their dining room and bar were elegantly decorated. Black leather chairs surrounded each of the white linen-clad tables on the inside portion, while the outdoor area was surrounded by reclaimed wood and large potted plants. The clinking and clanking of glasses and pots and pans drew attention to their kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view into the inner sanctum; one couldn’t help but stare at the chefs and line cooks as they ebbed and flowed from one station to another. 

This night, however, was such a special occasion that Shellee and Megan booked the private Juniper room for Oshun’s birthday dinner. And after everyone had filed in after the concierge, the curtains were closed and Oshun sat at the head of the table. She slouched back in her chair and threw her hands in the air.

“Oh bitch, this is opulence!” 

Two hours into the celebration, empty plates had already been cleared and Oshun was opening prettily wrapped boxes from the small pile of presents that had accumulated in the corner of the room. Just as Oshun was about to thank her friend for the gift, Megan stood up and made her way out.

“Meg, where are you-”

“I’ll be right back!”

Oshun went on opening her next gift and only lifted her head at the sound of the door closing. She looked up to see Megan, who she expected. The person next to her, however, was the last person she expected to walk through that door. 

“M-M’Baku?”

There he was. The sole reason for all her torment; all the countless nights she spent crying herself to sleep. Between the endless tears and her ever-growing need to utilize her art as an outlet for everything she was feeling, Oshun partially felt like she should be thanking M’Baku. Her heartbreak had brought inspiration out of her that she had been searching for since that fateful day in DC. Yes, she wanted to thank him; and then ask him to leave. 

“Megan, what the fuck is going on?”

Oshun’s breathing became uneven as her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if no time had passed. He was still gorgeous and ever regal. With an all-black long-sleeve sweater that hugged his biceps and a gold chain gleaming against his chest, it was easy to see why everyone in the room was now giving him the eye. Oshun looked toward Sage and Yemoya in apology but their faces had a knowing look.

“It’s alright, O. Don’t freak out,” Sage said in hushed tones while Yemoya nodded. Oshun looked back to the culprits at hand with her palm laying on her abdomen. Nausea had descended upon her and she knew the only remedy would be an explanation. And someone had better start talking soon.

“Oshun, come speak with me for a moment. I won’t keep you long,” M’Baku practically pleaded. 

And as if his command was wired into her body, she stood and walked over to him. Everyone watched her silently with small smiles on their faces and Oshun rolled her eyes. 

“We need to have a conversation about boundaries,” Oshun chided Meg, before walking out behind the man that just rerouted the course of her birthday night.

She followed M’Baku over to the bar and took a seat next to him. The bartender came over to offer drinks and she declined, saying they wouldn’t be there long. Once they were alone, M’Baku reached forward and touched the golden cowrie shell hanging from her necklace. She watched as he rubbed his thumb over the charm and gulped. Her stomach was beginning to knot and she cursed herself; she knew it wasn’t because of the food. The back of his hand had brushed against her chest and she suddenly wanted to be in his arms. To think that her body would react to the slightest touch from him, it was as if she had been starved of human interaction for years. But no, it was just him.

“You’re still wearing it,” he mumbled. Oshun softly pushed his hand away and avoided meeting his eyes.

“M’Baku, you can’t just show up and blow up the spot. Regardless of whatever sneaky plan Megan came up with. You can’t just pop up.”

“You look beautiful as always, sthandwa. I heard the gallery show was a success.” 

“No, we’re not doing this. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I will speak plainly,” M’Baku said, resting a strong hand on her mesh-covered thigh, “I want you.”

Oshun went to move his hand off of her thigh but he held her hand in place, tenderly rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of her knuckles. 

“M’Baku, please don’t. Don’t say that like you mean it.” 

“I have spent months in cowardice, longing for you. Praying to Hanuman and asking for them to take away my memories of you. The pain that I alone caused was too much to bear. I cannot erase those mistakes, thixokazi wam, but I can move forward with purpose. With you.”

Oshun’s vision had begun to get blurry. Her eyes had gotten misty watching the chief lay out his emotions. Of all the things that could happen today, she didn’t expect the greatest love of her life, the one that got away, to be pouring his heart out to her in the middle of a steakhouse on San Vicente. She watched M’Baku stand from his seat and kneel in front of her. 

“Oshun, ukukhanya kobomi bam, I would love nothing more than to take you to Jabariland for you to meet my people and become my wife.”

She gently pushed his shoulder, praying that he would get up. A tear or two had quickly become a river, streaming down her face. M’Baku held her hands to his mouth and peppered kisses along her hands.

“M’Baku you can’t just ask me that, after all this time. I can’t just- I won’t go where I’m not wanted. I can’t do that,” she cried softly, speaking in hushed tones so as not to bring any more attention to them. 

“You are wanted. My people welcome you with open arms, they have no choice but to.”

“But still, Baku you’re a whole chief. I’m just me. Think of your people-”

“I have thought of my people and only my people since I sat on the throne at the age of 19.  Now I am thinking of myself. Ikumkani wam, I cannot rest another night without you by my side,” he cooed, pulling a box from his pocket and setting it on the bar beside them.

She looked over to the now open door of her private dining room to see all her friends and lovers watching. Their smiling faces were mouthing encouragement and Oshun shook her head. She didn’t want to look at either her friends or the man professing his love on one knee in front of her. She wanted to run.

“I can’t.”

In the time between the island and now, Oshun’s only coping mechanism was to blame herself for why it couldn’t work out with M’Baku. That was always her M.O. That was the only way she could control the trajectory of her pain, through blame. Then she could siphon off how much pain she needed to beat into herself with each passing day. Her mind had told her that she was not deserving and she believed it. And yet, the chief of a tribe was on his knees disrupting that thinking process and begging her to be his wife. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kind of love, M’Baku. I can’t be.”

“You are more than deserving, Oshun and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. The question is, sthandwa, will you let me? Hmm?”

Oshun finally let herself do what she could not since he walked through the door of the Juniper room and blew her life wide open. She met his eyes and saw so much warmth and love in them. Honest and pleading eyes looked back at her and she knew this was it. How could she continue to cut off access to her heart when his heart was bleeding for her? A sigh escaped Oshun’s mouth as all the pain she had been holding onto left her body. She nodded her head and chuckled through sobs as she heard Megan yell ‘yes’. M’Baku stood up once again and held Oshun’s tear-streaked face between his large hands. 

“Ndiyakuthanda, thixokazi wam,” he whispered before taking her bottom lip between his. Clapping erupted through the restaurant as he pecked from her lips to her chin and cheeks. 

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Oshun repeated. 

Once all the excitement died down, Oshun sat with M’Baku at the bar, wearing her new ring. 

“So does this make me a chieftess?”

“It does,” M’Baku chuckled. 

“What do we do now?”

“I’m taking you home with me, sthandwa.”

THE END

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[prettykittycastle]

Who do you want?

Summary: M'Baku teaches a Jabari guard a lesson about who you belong to.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Squirting, praise, multiple orgasms, voyeurism)

(E/C) = Eye Color

Xhosa translations:

Sithwanda sam - my love

Ikumkani sam - my queen

Umntwana - baby

"Is this what you wanted," M'Baku asked, a big grin on his face as he watched you slowly sink down onto his cock. "You wanted attention, did you not, sithandwa sam?"

You wanted to answer, but found that you couldn't. His cock was already big and stretching your walls, but then the feeling of the Jabari guards' gazes on you was too strong to ignore. Letting out a gasp as you sunk lower, you opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a whimper.

"Oh come on, ikumkani wam," he chuckled, placing a hand on your hip and another on your cheek, caressing it lovingly. "You barely have it in you? You can take more."

Nodding your head, you lowered yourself slowly, letting out more whimpers the more you went down till finally you were seated right on his pelvis, his pubic hair slightly tickling your clit. Other times when you two were together, he would have prepped you more and helped you out with taking all of him, but it was obvious he wanted to prove to the guards that you were his and his alone.

This is all began because one of his guards had found you attractive. You had noticed his attention on you for a while but never said anything, not wanting to get him in trouble. Today you had made the mistake of finding yourself alone with him and talking to him. He was quite flirty with you, despite knowing that you were M'Baku's wife, but you had ignored that and made the second mistake which was playfully flirting back with him. You were flirting with each other for a good little while when M'Baku had entered the throne room, wanting to make an announcement. When he saw how close you two were and how you were laughing with each other, he decided that it was best to postpone the announcement and instead make it clear whose queen you were and how no one could take you from him.

"Go on," he told you smugly, "Ride your king."

The feeling of your walls being stretched around him was too good, and you let out another whimper at the thought of his guards watching you ride their king like this.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered what little strength you still had in you and slowly lifted yourself.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, feeling the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls beautifully. Once you felt only his tip sitting inside you was when you sunk back down on him, taking all of his length quickly back inside you, causing you to let out a yelp.

"Oh," he groaned, closing his eyes. The feel of your walls squeezing him almost made him want to pick you up and fuck you senseless but he tried to resist the urge, having a point to prove. "Go on, Sithandwa," he told you, removing the hand on your cheek and placing it on your other hip, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Knowing what that squeeze meant, you tried to ignore the burn already beginning in your legs and placed both hands on the sides of his throne. Faster than before, you lifted your hips, moaning at the feel of him rubbing against your walls, then quickly sat back down, taking all of his length back in you again. After that, you quickly found a rhythm, going up and down his cock, moaning and whimpering as you felt the familiar sensations of an orgasm beginning.

"How's it feel, Ikumkani wam," he spoke, giving your hips another squeeze to which you responded to by going up and down faster. "How do I feel inside you?"

"So good," you whimpered out, getting closer to your orgasm, already feeling it warm your body. "You feel so good."

He moved his hand from your hip to your ass, grabbing one of your cheeks and squeezing it firmly. "Cum for me, (Y/N)."

Going down again, you followed his command and with a loud moan that ranged through out the room, you came on his cock. The orgasm felt too good and too strong that you couldn't help closing your eyes from it, continuing to ride him through it, letting out loud whimpers.

"Good girl," you heard him tell you, before you felt his lips touching yours, giving a gentle kiss. "Keep going."

Following his command, you began lifting and dropping your hips faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, your walls squeezing him.

"Look at yourself," you heard him say, hearing slight amusement in his voice.

Wondering why he was amused, you opened your eyes and looked down between you two and saw why. Your pussy juices were leaking out of you and running down his length. The sight almost made you cum again.

"Come here," he said, and you looked up to see that he was looking behind you to one of the guards. At that realization, you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment, but you still continued to bounce on him. You were so far gone in riding him that you forgot about the Jabari guards watching you two.

It was hard to hear them over the sound of your moans and whimpers, but you quickly heard the loud footsteps of the guard making his way over to the throne. You didn’t have to look over at him to know that it was the guard you were flirting with.

"Umntwana," he said softly, moving one of his hands from your hip and placing it on your cheek, meeting your gaze. His soft, brown eyes met your (E/C) ones and you could feel a warmth in your heart of how, despite this display of dominance, his gaze was full of so much love for you.

"Tell me-"

Suddenly you felt him thrust up into you, his cock going deeper inside you. The action made you let out a yelp and you closed your eyes in pleasure.

"Do you want him-"

He thrusted up again and you quickly felt the beginning of another and perhaps stronger orgasm starting. The feeling of it made you take quick breaths.

"Or do you want me? Hm?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly he moved both of his hands back to your ass and began thrusting up into you, knocking the tiny bit of breath that you still had in you, completely out.

"M'Baku," you screamed out, his cock going in and out of you fast, driving you crazy and making you hold on to the sides of his throne harder.

"Who do you want," he grunted out, squeezing your ass cheeks harder.

"You, baby," you yelled, your orgasm finally hitting you and hitting you extremely hard, your pussy spasming crazily around him.

"You belong to me, correct?" Even as you came around him, he continued to thrust up into you, making your orgasm last longer.

"Yes! Yes sir!"

You could feel your pussy becoming overstimulated from his cock and you let out a whimper feeling another orgasm quickly coming up.

"Cum again," he ordered and your body happily followed his order. You let out a scream as your pussy began squirting liquid onto him and soaking his lap. Your legs couldn't hold you up any longer and you let yourself fall onto his body, his hands still holding you.

"Oh yes," he groaned, thrusting his cock into you one last time, before shooting his cum deep into you, filling you up as much as he can.

You tried to lift yourself off of him, but you were too tired and worn out to lift yourself up.

"Was I too rough, sweetheart?" He asked, rubbing a hand up and down your back. Even though, he wasn't trying to, the sensation of his hand on your skin was too much and you couldn't help the whimper that slipped out of you.

"No, I'm fine. You were great."

"Good," he said, smiling down at you. "You may leave," he told the guards, still keeping a concerned and protective look on you.

The guards did not need to be told twice and they quickly exited the room, hurrying to go to who knew where, just as long as it wasn't in the room with you two.

The room was filled with peaceful silence as you both sat on his throne, your head laying happily on his shoulder and your arms were wrapped around him, while he continued to rub your back and hold you in his lap.

"M'Baku," you interrupted the silence. "You're not gonna punish that guard or do anything to him, right?"

"No," he told you. "But he will need to know and remember that you are mine, my love."

"Trust me. He will always remember." You didn't say anything else and let yourself drift off into a nap, while M'Baku continued to rub your back.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Christmas is tomorrow. Can you believe it???

Missed yesterday, so today is a double-up day. Here's 1.

M'Baku's Christmas Proposal

Imagine: It's just that.. M'Baku's Christmas proposal. Very short.

You've been dating the new King of Wakanda since the days when nations avoided the Jabari. It's been a long time, yet M'Baku has not made you his wife. Now, he's too busy to think of a wedding.

"My king," you approach his throne for an audience. He looks confused that you're there, but he waves you on to speak. "I have a pressing question, and I'm sure all of Jabari Land wonders the same.. when will we have a queen?"

"Ah, you think we need one, eh? So soon."

"There's no one.. you plan to marry???"

"Perhaps.. In time."

You knew he wasn't ready to settle down even with his age. He was dedicated to war and scholarly research, and now he had another role. Being a husband was the last thing on his mind.

You would have moved on if he was disloyal or someone regular, but instead, you've been hopefully waiting.. in hopes it would pay off. You could be the next queen.

On Christmas, there's a ceremony where elders and leaders gather among the people in Jabari land to exchange gifts. A home-fashioned knobkerrie here, a whittled gorilla there, traps for hunting, lures for fishing, baked goodies, flowers, etc. You whittle a tall M'Baku and wrapped it in a cut of a fur pelt.

Presenting it to your leader, he graciously accepts.

"Look at him," his voice deepens excitedly, "Look at this handsome face, eh? Such handsome robes! Hm? He's gorgeous!"

You bow gently and present a second gift, raising the mistletoe that was hidden behind your back, over his head.

"What is this?"

"Mistletoe.. You're meant to kiss whoever holds it and I'm holding it over you."

"It's herbs in a ribbon, it belongs in my tea."

"My king.. It is tradition."

"Not in Jabari Land. Kiss? What is this, kiss.. I don't know it."

Angered and embarrassed you leave, and once you're out M'Baku kisses his teeth. He was never a fan of PDA, even from the start.

"Bring her back," he requests watching others turn you around and push you back to where where M'Baku waits. "You want to kiss the great gorilla?"

"No."

"No?"

"Not anymore!"

He kisses his teeth. "Come here. Approach me, let me look upon you. In your eyes, usom."

You're irritated, but you've come this far, and you don't plan to give up.

"Yes," he stares, "What do you know of diplomacy."

"I have helped you tackle disputes within Jabari Land. We have talked."

"And what of your people skills?"

"I'm very charming," your arms fold. "People like me."

"Ah," he nods seriously. "Then it's settled. You will be the new queen in 2 weeks time. Prepare the arrangements," he claps. Immediately, the seamstress and decoraters leave to go into action.

"My king!"

"Yes, yes, prepare yourself, usom."

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[devnicolee]

Punishment (M’Baku x OC)

A/N: Had a lot of half written stories and most of them are angsty lol but this one is fun and random. First story back in a longggg time. Used an OC (my fav - Asha) but feel free to read it as a reader x M’Baku story as well. Enjoy!

NSFW Warning: BDSM

***

Asha kept her eyes trained on the floor as M'Baku circled her like a predator after trapping its prey. She had failed him… disobeyed him. She knew trying to talk herself out of her punishment would be futile and only serve to upset him farther. So she stood, stripped bare, waiting for him to make his move. 

Her voice hitched as she felt him press up against her back, his rock hard member pressed against her ass cheeks. She wanted to beg him for it, just a taste… a quickie. Anything. Her hips lightly swayed against him, her not-so-subtle attempt to distract him. He had had her on edge all evening, enjoying her torture throughout her date. And she only slipped up, given into her own pleasure, once. But it was enough for her to end up here completely at his mercy. 

“That’s not gonna work tonight, usana. You know why you are being punished, right slut?” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, his hot breath tickling her neck as he spoke to her. God this feels like torture, she thought to herself. But she knew this is exactly what he wanted. For her to ache for him so much so that she would take anything he offered, including this punishment. And she hated him for it, but he was right. At this point, she would gladly take as many spankings as he doled out as long as his hands were on her body some way, somehow. 

“Tell me.” 

“I c-came,” she whispered, her voice laced with guilt. “Without your permission.” 

“That’s right. Next time, you won’t make that mistake again, will you baby?” 

“No sir, I promise.” She still held some small ray of hope that the sincerity in her voice coupled with her ready and willing body would convince him to forgo the punishment and just fuck her brains out. But he snuffed out that light as quickly as it brewed. 

“Get on the bed. How I like it,” he smacked her ass lightly, propelling her forward. 

She scrambled to meet his order, sexily crawling to his bed and climbing on, giving him the deep arch in her back he enjoyed. M’Baku licked his lips as he stared at her perfect ass. He almost wanted to forgo her punishment and fuck her himself. But he knew that was what she wanted. 

“20. Count them out,” he ordered. 

Asha took in a deep breath, bracing herself. However, the hits did not come. Instead, she felt a finger dip into her pussy, which was dripping down with need. The threat of the spanking had turned her on more than she would ever admit. His dominance, his control over her - it was intoxicating. She moaned lightly as he pumped one finger in and out of her, his finger curling into her g-spot with every stroke. His thumb flicked her sensitive bud as he worked, pushing her up a mountain of desire as he went. 

“F-fuck. T-that feels s-so good. D-Don’t stop. P-please don’t stop,” she called out to him, her words punctuated by moans and pants. She was so wrapped up in her pleasure that she forgot about her impending punishment. But M'Baku certainly hadn’t. 

They had not been together long but he already knew her body like his own, which buttons to press and when she was close to her peak. And he felt it, her pussy clenching around his finger, the sign he needed that she was seconds away from asking for his permission to orgasm. And before she could open her mouth to ask, he removed his finger, taking her orgasm with him. 

Asha could feel the pleasure slipping through her hands like sand, a frustrated groan escaping her lips as all the sensors in her body screamed at her for ending their pleasure early. 

“Why did you st- OW!” She cried out as M'Baku interrupted her question with a loud and painful swat to her ass. “Fuck!” 

“Count. It. Out. Or I start over and you do not want to test your king, do you?” he asked her as he brought his hand down again. 

“No, daddy. I’m sorry! One!” She managed to say through gritted teeth. M'Baku’s physical strength and power showed with every single hit. He alternated ass cheeks and placement, ensuring every inch of her ass stung, that every inch felt his power. She steadily counted, her brain trying to focus on counting as pleasure overtook her. 

By the time she uttered the word “twenty,” she was pleading to be filled. Like a starving woman waiting for her next meal, she felt she would die if he didn’t fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” 

She nodded quickly, “Y-Yes, sir.” 

“I knew you would, my love. I think you’ve earned a treat. Tell me what you want, baby?” 

She felt his dick against her entrance, her mind almost willing him to ram it into her. She wanted to be fucked. Rough. Hard. Now. 

“P-please… fuck me. I’ll do a-anything. Please,” she panted out. 

“Anything?” He repeated as he lined himself up with her pussy. “I like the sound of that.” Without ceremony or warning, he rammed his cock into her, Asha letting out a loud scream, pushing her face into the comforter as he filled her. 

He was not gentle. This M’Baku never was. His strokes were fast and rough, the lewd sounds of Asha’s moans and his body smacking into hers filling his bedroom. 

“You like how I’m fucking this pussy, slut?” He demanded as his nails dug into the soft skin of her hips, knowing her skin would bruise, if only for a few hours. 

Asha struggled to answer or even form words as he fucked her viciously. Her mind was a fog of pleasure and all she could do was beg for more, pant her thanks or moan in ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck!” She cried out as his hand slapped her already-bruised ass, his silent demand for an answer.. “Y-Yes I l-love it. Harder!” She demanded as her orgasm built in her belly. “C-can I come, baby? P-please. I-it feels so good, please!” She pleaded with him. 

M'Baku was no fool, he knew she was going to cum without or without his permission so he decided to just grant her her wish. She had taken him so well today after all. 

“Cum,” he instructed, her body responding to his order as if he controlled it, her pussy immediately clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. 

“That’s it, baby… you look so good cumming on my dick.” 

Her body writhed beneath him as he continued fucking her at superhuman speed through her orgasm. 

“Whose pussy is this??” He demanded.

“It’s yours!” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she became overwhelmed by pleasure. 

“Whose slut are you?” He asked. 

“I’m yours!” She screamed as she tried to muffle her moans and pants into the fur of their comforter. “I-it’s too much, d-daddy… p-please,” she begged, tears sparking up in her eyes from being overwhelmed by pleasure. Her hand reached behind him and pushed on his chest. 

M'Baku laughed, “You have one more in you, slut. I know you do,” he remarked as he swatted her hands away and angled his strokes so he could hit her g-spot every single time. 

A thin layer of sweat covered her body as her pleasure crescendoed yet again far faster than she was used to. Her fingers gripped onto the comforter as if her life depended on it. She loved it when he fucked her like this, fast and furious from behind. But it felt like M'Baku was intent on not playing fair that night, intent on pushing her to her body’s limits. And that was saying something as her body did not have the limitations of a regular person. Soon, she found herself knocking on the door of yet another orgasm, this time too fast to even bother asking for permission. 

M'Baku could see all the tell tale signs of her orgasm, her breaths had turned into pants, her toes curled, and her pussy clenched around his thick cock pushing him that much closer to his own climax. As he neared the finish, he reached around and rubbed her clit, Asha immediately dissolving in his arms. 

Asha’s world went black as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced hit her, her body giving out from the overwhelming pleasure. She did not even feel M'Baku cum with her as he filled her pussy with his cum. 

When she finally opened her eyes again, M'Baku was sitting watching her with a smirk. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“Welcome back, almost had me worried about you for a minute.” 

She laughed, “I don’t think I knew you could make me black out like that.” 

He smirked, “First time for everything. Come on,” he held out his hand. “I ran you a bath.” 

Asha smiled at his thoughtfulness, slowly sitting up before he swept her into his arms and carried her into their bathroom. He helped her into the hot water, the smell of eucalyptus and smoke - her favorite - filling her nose. 

“This is very sweet,” she said, her voice raspy from their activities. “Thank you.” She settled into the bathtub, her head lulling back and her eyes falling closed. The warm water felt like heaven.

“How was that? Was I too rough?” he asked softly. The newly engaged couple were still getting to know each other, still testing each other’s limits and having fun doing so. Though M’Baku loved this particular fantasy and every moment of exploring it with his future wife, he wanted to make sure he had not taken it too far. 

She let her head lazily fall in his direction, a content smile on her face. “Never. It was amazing. You are amazing. We should do that more often.” 

“Good. We should explore that fantasy more often then,” he whispered as he kissed her sensually on the neck.

She laughed, “I very much like the sound of that. Thank Bast, we have all the time in the world.” 

“Glory to Hanuman.” He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll go make you some tea for your throat. I love you, usana.” 

“I love you more.”

***

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Exploring the idea of doing a short Dom!M'Baku series. Let me know if you're interested in being tagged. Thanks for reading!

#black panther fanfiction #m'baku x oc #m'baku x reader #m'baku imagine #black panther imagines #black panther fics #black panther #m'baku imagines #black panther fandom #m'baku smut #dom m'baku

[late-to-the-party-81]

Jen! Can I have E for extra info 🥹

And you know if I get a chance I'm going to ask about my fellow vegetarian M'Baku! Apart from eating carrots and hummus, what else are we getting up to?

Thank you, Elsie! A thousand kisses for you! This is, of course, M’Baku from [River Deep] Mountain High.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

What can we say about this man? This fucking beast of a man? To be honest I could write the whole A-Z, ya feel? So what can I say outside of all the other letters? Well start with he is obsessed with you, and I mean obsessed. You don’t quite realise how much this man, this leader, this King wants and needs you. And for that reason he loves that the way he dresses not only gives the pair of you easy access, but allows you to hold on when you’re trying to sneak in a quickie. The way your delicate fingers wrap around the leather straps that criss-cross his massive body emphasising the size difference between the pair of you. He’s a sucker for that size disparity. You are his delicate flower after all.

He also loves the simplicity of fucking you in his bed, illuminated only by the glow of the fire, watching the reflection of the flames in your eyes and seeing how your skin is brought to life by the light. It’s his one regret about having to move to the Birnin Zana - less fires needed.

But as for fantasies that you haven’t tried out yet? On the theme of clothing, you’ve taken on a lot of Wakandan traditional dress since your stay started, it’s only practical after all, especially when you were up in the mountains, but there is one outfit he is dying to see you  - and then fuck you - in. The regalia of a Queen. When If that day comes, how he’s going to hold his primal self back he doesn’t know. But even then, he will treat you, and your clothes with the deference you deserve.

Find the link to the ask list here!

#m'baku headcanon #m'baku imagine #dirty a-z #asks answered #[river deep] mountain high #m'baku x reader #m'baku x you #m'baku x female reader #elsie

[angelltheninth]

Heyy! I would like to request smut including M'baku using his fingers please

I love your writing sm!

M'Baku Spreading You on His Fingers

Sitting on his throne with your legs spread for new King of Wakanda was an honor, you knew, but more then that it was about the way he smiled at you while he worked two thick, so damn thick fingers in and out of your pussy

It wasn't his status or his authority that got you to submit to his every whim like it, it was how good he was at what he did, at making you come like it was second nature

His other hand kept you still, hovering just above his leg so his fingers had plenty of room to move in and out as he pleased, as you pleased

You should have said no to this the first time, it was beyond embarrassing that you were on display in the throne room like this moaning your King's name like a bitch in heat

No, there was never any chance of you resisting his charm, his smiles, his jokes, his slightly goofy attitude and the smoldering eyes that followed you around

Fuck it felt good, knowing that you shouldn't be like this with him yet neither of you ever wanted to stop

M'Baku curled his fingers inside you, scratching along your front wall before he pushed you backwards, a high pitched moan escaping your mouth as you wrapped your legs around him, two fingers full as he lay you across the floor

He was determined to make you fuck yourself on his fingers just like this, just like you would fuck yourself on his cock

As you felt your orgasm building he added a third finger, your pussyhole stuffed full, fucked stupid and coming all over his hand and thighs

#m'baku #m'baku x reader #m'baku smut #m'baku imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu smut

[superhoeva-archived]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 || 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐" (𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we’ve made it to the smut! i'm so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek​)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in one day!)

“There she is!”

Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.

“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”

Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”

You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.

Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.

“I know this room can feel like… a lot… but it’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he promises in a delicate tone. “And I know that’s pretty easy for me to see, but don’t worry. If you have any questions at all, just ask me or Doctor Banner or Doctor, Rhodes, okay? Any questions at all.”

Kingo’s reassuring words allow you to finally let out the deep breath you’ve been holding in since you rolled out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, your breath gets caught again when Kingo places a warm hand on your back before returning to the microscope he was readying when you came in.

Shaking off the shivers and tingling skin, you turn to your laptop––newly provided after M.T. Rogers sent the bi-weekly request form to the mainland––and open it.

“Ready?” Dr. Banner calls out after watching you get settled. Looking up from the newly opened document, you give him a bright smile and thumbs up. “Alright,” he nods with a grin threatening to break out on his face.

Come one, Bruce. Get it together.

“So today, Doctor Rhodes and I are going to start analyzing some soil samples collected by our people on the ground. While we get everything set up and started, I think it would be best to start with Doctor Kingo. He’s finishing up his study of a dead rhinovirus from a sample we collected from Barnes after he fell ill a couple of weeks ago.”

Kingo winks at you playfully from behind the microscope at Banner’s directions, and both you and Rhodes let out a laugh.

“Hey,” Rhodes calls out, “if he starts to bother you, just let me know. I’ll take care of him, alright sweetheart?”

The playful threat put a grin on everyone’s face, and the sight warms your heart. You’re definitely going to have some fun in here.

It’s dinner time.

Almost everyone, except Loki (for obvious reasons) and yourself (since you’re just now finishing up your laundry), is scattered around the living room or kitchen. M.T. Rogers sits on the couch with Erik and Barnes, Wilson and Pietro in the recliners across from them.

The both of them pass a large blunt back and forth, happy to be able to relax after a long day of working to fix one of the heaters.

Thor is busy finishing up dinner for everyone with the help of M’Baku, (the only other person willing to help out in the kitchen for the moment) who has to keep talking Thor out of adding extra salt to Banner’s plate just to see the look on his face.

Speaking of Banner, he just so happens to be at the end of a tense match of pool against Rhodes. Kingo watches with a frown on his face, regretting putting tonight’s money on the self-proclaimed pool great: Rhodes.

Druig is already seated at the table, nose deep in one of his books that he’s read at least twenty times.

It’s only when you walk into the room that everyone’s attention is drawn from whatever they’re doing. You met with a bombardment of warm greetings from all but one; Thor. The blond stares at you for half of a second before whipping back around to stir the large pots of soup (you all had the choice of chicken noodle or tortilla), only one thing on his mind.

You don’t get a chance to formally part with Erik before a booming voice forces the majority of your attention.

“And she has arrived! Welcome, new archivist!”

The voice is revealed to belong to Thor once he enters the room. His arms are spread out wide and inviting, as is the warm smile that sits across his face. You let out a small squeak when he envelops you in a tight hug, raising you a few inches off the ground before he decides to let go. Once he pulls away and gets a good look at your face, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring until Wilson, rather loudly, clears his throat.

“My apologies,” Thor starts lowly, “it’s just that... no one told me that you’d be so lovely.”

Your eyebrows raise at his statement, now wanting nothing more than to get out from all of the (what you now realize are) heated gazes around you. You barely find the strength to stutter out an answer.

“Um, thank you,” you breathe out quietly, eyes not able to leave Thor’s. “You know what, I should probably go ahead and unpack. I have a feeling that jetlag is gonna set in pretty soon, and I wanted to finish before I crash for the night.”

You’re too focused on the act of grabbing your bag to notice how Thor’s expression drops into one of regret. Your eagerness to leave the room after his remark has him feeling that he’s crossed a line, and he suddenly fills with the urge to leave you be.

“If everyone will excuse me, I should be getting back to the kitchen.”

That moment has played over and over again in his head for the entirety of your stay, the man unable to notice that, not only did you enjoy the warm welcome but also that your eagerness to get away had nothing to do with him.

“Thor,” M’Baku calls out (unknowingly to Thor for the third time), finally catching the attention of a distracted Thor. The pilot holds a large stack of bowls and stares at him along with everyone else, who is already seated at the table.

Thor clears his throat, mumbling out a quick, “sorry.”

“Thor, why don’t you serve our newest member first?” Pietro suggests smugly from his seat next to you, arm hanging against the back of your chair. “She is the lady of the house after all.”

“Oh, please don’t feel like you have to do that,” you laugh nervously to Pietro, but M’Baku is speaking before anyone else gets the chance to say anything.

“Very well,” he nods, looking over at you. “Which would you like?”

With all of the attention in the room now on you, this decision becomes one of the hardest you’ve ever made in your life. “Um, I don’t know. They both smell so good––”

“Chicken noodle or tortilla soup? It’s not that hard of a decision.”

Everyone freezes at the tone of Thor’s voice, turning and gazing at him like he’s grown a few extra heads. M.T. Rogers and Druig, in particular, look at him with a certain disdain.

You have to swallow before meekly answering,” tortilla, please.”

For some reason, Thor hasn’t taken the time to realize his unnecessarily rough tone of voice. He’s too preoccupied with getting this interaction with you out of the way so he can’t embarrass himself like he did when meeting you any further.

Great job, Thor.

He scoops the soup into the bowl, quite messily due to his shaking hands. However, you, along with every other person in the room (except Erik) mistake his vigor as something with malicious intent as payback for whatever you’ve done to offend the man.

Barnes hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, his heart breaking at the deflated look on your face. He becomes even more confused when Thor marches over and forcefully sets the bowl in front of you, who flinches slightly at the drops that splash out and hit the table.

Wide eyes and irate expressions fill the room, all of which you ignore as you stand. “I think I’ll eat in my room tonight.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Rogers attempts to assure, standing as well with a kind outstretch of the hand. “Why doesn’t everyone just––”

“No, it’s alright, sir,” you nod, quickly grabbing your bowl of soup and a nearby spoon. “I have some work to finish typing up anyway.”

And just like that, you’re gone before anyone else could try and convince you to stay. The rest of dinner is silent for the most part, not even Pietro having anything to lighten the mood with.

Only Wilson, Erik, and Barnes notice how little M.T. Rogers eats at dinner tonight, but they don’t say anything about it. Thor doesn’t each much either, mentally preparing himself for the one-on-one meeting he already knows he’s going to have in Rogers’ office later on tonight.

It’s only an hour later that Erik finds the time to check on you.

You’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice when he eases open your door. Erik stares with sad eyes at the way you’re curled into yourself. After a few moments, you still don’t move. Erik sighs.

“Did you know that there used to be dinosaurs here?”

You don’t respond to Erik’s question, busying yourself with picking at a loose thread on your thick sweatshirt. He smiles a little to himself before continuing.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Millions of years ago, the piece of land we now call Antarctica was as hot as Melbourne, and it was inhabited by dinosaurs.” It takes a long second, but you finally look over at Erik with curious eyes. He celebrates the victory silently.

“There was no ice… no penguins. Just a bunch of forests and some big ass dinosaurs.”

“Really?”

Your question is quiet, voice slightly wobbly as you wipe away the last of your tears. Erik nods, closing the door and taking a gentle seat on the side of your bed. “Yeah. There are even fossils under all this ice that proves it.”

Erik lets his words sit with you for a moment, taking the chance to look around your room. His eyes run over the small trinkets of your personality scattered around the room.

A tiny portable radio sits next to a few CDs. (A few hits from Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, and Olivia-Newton John from what he could tell.) A print of Darth Vader on an old TIME magazine cover. A Rubik’s cube that’s a long way from being solved.

He doesn’t mention your unopened laptop. Or the now-cold bowl of should that sits on your desk.

“Can you tell me more facts about Antarctica?”

Erik looks at you before carefully scooting closer to where you are still scrunched up near the head of your bed. You don’t flinch when he moves, which he takes as an invitation to stay.

“On average, Antarctica is the windiest place on Earth,” he rattles off, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.

“I could have guessed that one,” you tell Erik,” I thought I was gonna get picked up and blown away if M’Baku wasn’t holding onto me on our way inside.”

A small laugh leaves the geologist, his smile working as the perfect distraction from Thor’s unexplainably cold attitude. “Another, please.”

Erik thinks before stating, “15,750 feet under the ice is a buried mountain range; the Gamburtsev Mountains, to be specific, and it stretches across the entire continent.”

As the geologist continues to oblige your request, a small spark of courage strikes your chest somewhere between Erik’s ramblings about the discovery of Antarctica and diamond dust. It’s probably the passion in his voice that draws you in close enough to touch his thigh with yours, or maybe something else you’re too inattentive to attempt to figure out.

Erik doesn’t realize how close the two of you are until he catches your warm gaze. Pausing his sentence surrounding how Antarctica can be classified as a desert, Erik turns to you with a sheepish smile.

“I started rambling, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I liked it,” you grin, bumping your shoulder with his. “Helped me feel better and I learned some new facts about Antarctica that I can trick the other guys into thinking I know all on my own.”

This pulls a chuckle from Erik, but your mentioning of the other men quickly reminds him of why he came to check on you in the first place.

“I feel like I should tell you that Thor isn’t usually like that,” Erik starts, almost stopping when he sees you deflate into the sad version of yourself he was met with when he arrived. “He only acts like that when he’s up in his head, worrying about something. It ain’t have nothing to do with you personally.”

While Erik’s words should be reassuring, they aren’t.

“I haven’t even spoken to the guy on more than three occasions, and he already hates me…” you laugh bitterly, nearly turning back to the loose string as an even more terrible thought pops into your head. “And, after today, I’m pretty sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t really like me.”

Erik’s eyebrows furrow at your sentence, and he finds himself turning to get a better look at you. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

You sigh, thinking back to the day’s earlier events. “Nothing, never mind.”

The pointed look you earn from Erik has you whining out another, “nothing, I swear. It’s just… apart from Thor, everyone has been really nice to me, but after tonight I can’t help but think they’re faking it. I mean, you saw how Thor was when we met, right?”

Erik nods, mind filling with the memory of a warm and flirty Thor.

“And then tonight, as you know, he was practically the complete opposite. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”

“Not following, baby girl,” Erik breaths out, but you’re too overwhelmed to even notice the nickname. “Why would you think someone else doesn’t like you––”

“It’s not just someone else, it’s everyone,” you exclaim worriedly. “What if, for the entire time that I’ve been here, all of you were just pretending to be super kind because, instead of me applying for myself, Fury was the one that sent down my application? And now, not only do you not like me because I’ve intruded on the unit you all have got down here, but you have to fake actually liking me because you’re afraid I might run back a tattle-tale to our boss’ boss––”

“Hey.”

The word was short quiet, but commanding enough for you to stop. A second goes by before Erik breathes out a laugh with a shake of his head.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

You furrow your eyebrows at Erik, unsure of what he means. “What?”

“I said you’re crazy and you wanna know why?”

A nod from you has Erik taking a long sigh.  “I can wholeheartedly assure you that there isn’t a single dude down here that doesn’t like you. Trust me. Even Loki, which says a lot. Nobody’s faking that shit, I promise you that.”

Your eyes are wide and innocent as you look at Erik, a hint of relief in them as well.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah,” he nods, not noticing that he’s inching closer. “You’re obviously well equipped for the job, whether Fury was the one who sent in your papers or not. And you’re actually pleasant to be around. You’re helpful and attentive, which only makes everyone’s job easier.”

At this point, Erik’s voice has worked its way down to a horse rasp, and you’re hanging on to every letter. While your hands stand in your lap, they can’t help but fiddle with the bottom hem of your sweatshirt. You seem to be under some kind of spell as Erik continues, his lips now only a breath away from yours.

“Your presence is new and refreshing, in a way that makes people like you as soon as you step into the room. Everything about you shines with a light that brightens up this little hole in the ground that we gotta work in. Not to mention that… you’re beautiful, and, even in these big ass sweatshirts you wear, sexy as fuck.”

You don’t have the strength to look away from Erik’s face, and if you did it would only be to peek down at his lips.

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper back. It’s clearly a lie and not a good one, but the tension is clouding your judgment.

A short chuckle leaves Erik and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“For real?” He questions and you shake your head. “Then can I show you?”

You don’t even pretend to think about your answer, quickly nodding at the request. A breath of chilly air fills up your chest when Erik delicately reaches under both your sweatshirt and undershirt, his cold fingers caressing the warmed skin.

“Can you lay back for me, baby?”

Erik keeps his hand on your stomach as you lean back onto your head, his dick twitching at how easily you obey. He looks over you with a bite of his lip, the sight of you stretched out for him even better than he could have imagined. His fingers fell like something close to feathers as they trail from under your shirt to the hem of your pants.

Your body forces you to inhale when he shuffles the material down your legs and peels off your socks, all the while never breaking the intense eye contact. A long shiver runs through you when the frosty air of the base envelopes your exposed skin, but it’s quickly dampened when Erik runs his large hands over your naked things.

A quiet hiss leaves you when Erik then removes your panties and he smirks at the sound. Your disrobed lips squeeze around nothing, clit jumping when Erik leys out the tiniest of groans.

“Damn,” he whispers, effectively bewitched at how the very middle of your pussy glistens, even in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs that hang from the ceiling of your room. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”

A tiny smile falls across your face at his words, the compliment causing you to clench again. Erik glances up at you one last time before taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it directly onto your clit.

Your mouth falls open at the feeling that shoots throughout your core, a heavy breath leaving you when he begins to circle his thumb. “Ah…”

“Look at you,” Erik grins, returning his other hand to your thigh. Pushing your legs open a little further, he teases, “I ain’t even done nothing yet, and you’re already squirming and shit.”

Your heart speeds up even more when Erik lowers his lips just outside your slit, pressing a gentle kiss onto the slick skin. His tongue then slides out of his mouth, wetly massaging one side of your clit while his thumb works the other side. Both of you moan when you grind your hips up into his mouth, Erik taking the reaction as a sign to keep going.

You whine when Erik removes his thumb, but he quickly makes up for it with a long, broad lick over your clit. Erik’s breaths are short and heavy as his mouth sinks into you, and he only pulls away to push the tip of his tongue inside you.

The moans that pour out of you bounce off the concrete walls surrounding you, your back arching and lifting from the mattress as his tongue speeds up.

“Right there,” you wail, Erik chuckling when he has to use a hand to press you back down. He continues pleasuring the same spot for a few more moments before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your soaking center.

“So fucking messy,” Erik admires, giving another sucking peck to your clit before taking one of his hands and running them up and down just outside your slit. “Fucking love it.”

Another long, waning moan leaves you when two thick fingers slowly push inside of you, Erik letting out a sound of his own at the noise your pussy makes. “Oh, my God.”

When his hand bottoms out, you can’t help but try to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling.

“Stay still for me, okay? Unless you want me to stop…”

A quick shake of your head has Erik laughing as he leans back down to circle your clit with his tongue. His fingers slide in and out of you easily, wet squelching noises signally just how wet he’s making you.

Erik’s tongue and fingers soon fall into a beautiful rhythm, the way your mewls and moans grow in volume proving how good it feels. You don’t remember when your hips begin to move back and forth, but you’re now fucking himself on his face and fingers.

The burn from his mustache and beard is the best kind and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of the feeling.

“Doing so good for me,” Erik mumbles against your pussy, ignoring how hard he’s become at the sight and sounds of you. “So fucking good, baby.”

You groan at the praise, but don’t have the chance to respond before you’re cut off by Erik’s fingers finally grazing that special spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you attempt to grind on his fingers harder.

His name sounds something of a chant as it repeatedly falls from your lips, Erik falling in love with the way it sounds coming from you. He finds himself unable to contain his moans, especially when he feels your pull of his short locks.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls out, your intense squeezing around him signaling that you are getting close.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper out, involuntarily pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Erik obeys the command wordlessly, speeding both his tongue and fingers. Breath speeding and head thrown back, it’s the slight suction Erik creates with his mouth that finally pushes you over the edge.

The sounds that fill the room––moans from you and Erik, the smacking of his tongue and lips, the squelching––only inflate the rush of pleasure causing your entire body to jerk and shake. Erik finds himself having to hold back his own orgasm that threatens to leak out of him, wanting this moment to be only about you. Making you feel good.

“Shit, just like that, baby girl,” Erik whispers, the slowed movements of his fingers helping you ride out your high. “Fucking beautiful.”

It’s only when your breaths have slowed that Erik pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy, A short gasp leaves your lips at the emptiness. You take a few more seconds to lie still, drunk on the floaty feeling that currently casts your body.

“Come here,” you whisper to Erik, who raises over you immediately. Your hands reach out to sit on both of his cheeks as you pull him into a wet kiss. Both of your tongues dance beautifully together, and you can’t find yourself to be bothered by the traces of yourself that still sit atop his tongue. Erik deepens the kiss and groans when he feels you reach down and squeeze his aching cock through his sweatpants.

“Nah,” Erik breathes out after pulling away from the kiss, “don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of that later. Right now’s about you, baby.”

You think for a moment before sighing, “fine. But you have to promise to let me make it up to you later.”

Erik’s voice gets caught in his chest when you don’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing the fingers that had previously been inside of you and sticking them into your mouth. Erik watches with hooded eyes are you suck off your juices, having to take a long breath when he feels your tongue ring back and forth around the digits.

You give him one last suck before letting go with a pop, giving him the most intense puppy dog eyes you can muster in your post-orgasm haze.

“Pretty please?”

Erik licks his lips, quietly whispering back, “fuck yeah. Just tell me when and where.”

You smile at his answer, giving him one last peck before laying back down on the bed. “Do you  have any more weird facts about Antarctica?”

Erik grins.

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So i have a black panther request, now king. M'baku has to spend more time in the golden city and decided to bring his wife along and everyone is surprised at how...petite, shy yet beautiful she is.

OH FUCK YEA. Spoiler warning! This is set after Wakanda Forever!

M'Baku x Petite!Reader

God he is so fine-

Being that the Wakandan Royal family spent next to no time getting to know the Jabari clan, when they learned of your existence it surprised the shit out of them.

"Wait wait wait... you are MARRIED?" Shuri yelled in confusion. M'baku looked at her, puzzled "Of course I am? What, you didn't know?" He asked her. Shuri shook her head, looking at a now giggling Okoye. "What? I knew. It is my job!" She shrugged. Shuri pouted "Nobody tells me anything.."

With that out of the way, everyone wants to meet you. They're all excited to host you and your husband at the palace. Shuri is pretty much only hosting because "Who would marry an oaf like him?" She's just curious.

When you and your husband arrive at the Wakandan palace, Shuri's eyes turn massive as she looks at you.

M'baku has dressed you in the finest pelts he could get from his hunts, making sure you were both warm and comfortable. Despite being a hard-ass, he was a sweet heart to you. You can't ask for a more loving husband.

But that's not what surprises everyone. Despite hearing about you, nobody had actually SEEN you. And you're so... small?

Not like it's a bad thing. They just expected someone similar in stature to M'Baku. Everyone begins to introduce themselves to you, but you keep it short and simple. Odd, knowing M'Baku's personality.

you're smaller, shy, and on the quiet side. I suppose opposites truly do attract.

"Okay, I have to ask. What sparked you to court.. this man?" Shuri asked curiously, emphasis on this. All you could do was shrug. After explaining how the two of you met, it made sense. A match made by the ancestors, truly!

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