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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger
A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx
Words: 2k
Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af
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Nothing.
T’Challa Udaku.
Requested: No
synopsis: t’challa has dinner with his girlfriend and he has something important to say
Note: the music would be advised for this imagine. what i listened to whilst writing this: il cielo in una stanza (italian), kissing you
Author’s Note: i’m sorry i was gone for so long x
The doorbell rings two times and startles her, she almost drops the plates in her hands. She fumbles with the fine china, she takes a deep breath and places the plates on the table she set for her and her boyfriend.
She takes a deep breath and checks that everything is set correctly in her dining room, a nervous hand reaches into her hair, fidgeting with it anxiously.
The doorbell sounds again in the quiet apartment. She turns to the door, biting her lip. She clicks the play button for her speaker in the corner and walks briskly to the door. Her shaking hand pauses on the door handle, her teeth still embedded in her glossy bottom lip. She takes one last deep breath and checks her appearance fleetingly in the mirror.
Seeing nothing abnormal, she lowers the door handle and pulls the door open.
The oxygen basically flies out of her lungs when her eyes settle on her lover.
She swoons when he gives the most enchanting smile she’s seen this whole week. “T’Challa,” she breathes, her eyes sparkling like those of a lovesick schoolgirl. Her hand falls from the door handle and quickly finds itself on her lover’s shoulder.
T’Challa looks at her with an easy smile. The sparkle of his teeth reflecting in her irises. His arms embrace her waist, his fingertips dancing shyly against the silk of her dress. “y/n.” He says evenly.
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As he wished.
T’Challa Udaku.
requested: yes - Oh! I don’t know if you do songfic requests but if you do, would you mind doing an Erik or T'Challa fic based off the song ‘Good Man’ by Ne-Yo? I keep smiling at the thought of Erik or T'Challa in a meeting and putting it on hold when they see their lover is calling. - @wakanda-inspired (I couldn’t tag you)
synopsis: t’challa really misses you at his meeting, even though he has just come back from your honeymoon and you were just sleeping together
author’s note: i didn’t know what to do with this one @wakanda-inspired. i’m so sorry but i really wanted to give you something.
warning: Brief Depiction of Nudity, Implied Themes Of A Sexual Nature, Poor Editing
Papers lay strewn over the black vibranium table in the official boardroom of the royal palace of the Golden City. A new session of government was to begin in two weeks and T’Challa was ready for it to end already. His honeymoon had just finished one week ago and he was more than willing and ready to go back to the arms of his wife and his bed.
He was craving the scent of his wife and the blissful comfort of having no demands made of him, other than his wife’s moans for more pleasure.
“My king? King T’Challa?” The river tribe leader leans over the table, attempting to catch his attention.
T’Challa blinks out of his reverie quickly and clears his throat, “Yes, sir?” He puts his index finger against his temple, barely hiding his disinterest.
“We must discuss further the funding for the dam for the river because if we are to receive further tourists we must have the water controlled further.” The tribe leader speaks emotively and T’Challa feels the inklings of a migraine in his temples.
“Of course and we will—“ T’Challa begins, with his eyes focused on the river tribe leader.
“But we must also think about the money for the border tribe’s extension of the…” the border tribe leader trails off his sentence, his lips quickly becoming stationary as T’Challa sends him a stern look.
“As I was saying,” T’Challa resumes as the border tribe leader clears his throat, “Of course the finances for the dam will be cleared. You’ll be pleased to know that I have already sent a proposal draft to my assistant who will then forward it to the minister of the treasury. And then, you shall hopefully accept the proposal.” T’Challa nods to the river tribe leader and he nods his head slowly in compliance.
“That would be most appreciated.” The tribe leader begins a speech about how good the great king T’Challa is, but T’Challa zones out as he feels a vibration in his left pocket. He frowns as he feels his pant pocket and pulls out an iPhone.
An iPhone his wife gave him, he watches his own reflection on the screen but his wife’s name is on the screen. He smiles at the realisation that she is calling him.
“Excuse me,” he pipes up suddenly, “leaders I must ask that we have a small break from this oh so important meeting. I have an important call to take.” T’Challa doesn’t even wait for those at the table to comprehend what he has said and he stands up from the head of the table and moves briskly into the adjacent room which serves as his part-time office.
The call ends just as he closes the door of his office. He sighs in frustration and holds the phone in his hands and looks at in confusion. He knew that accepting this phone was a mistake, outsiders’ technology can be so primal and confusing for him. He squints in absolute confusion as he attempts to make the gadget work, and his wife makes it look so easy.
And then it rings again, just the same as before and T’Challa smiles in delight just from seeing her name on the screen. Now he’s posed with an even more confusing challenge - to answer the call. He recalls his wife answering calls from friends and imitates the motion from his memory.
A small noise indicates the answering of the call and the camera pans to his wife.
His glorious wife, laying on her back with her glorious naked body displayed purposefully on the camera. T’Challa groans as he sees that her nipples are erect and highlighted beautifully by the sunlight in their bedroom.
“Good morning darling.” She says dreamily. She smirks when she notices that he’s wearing his formal attire, and she knows she’s interrupted something important but most importantly he’s stopped to take her call. “You left without saying good morning or telling me where you were going.” She yawns and lifts her hand to cover her mouth.
And T’Challa bites his lip, not understanding why that when she is doing the most mundane things she can still be and look like the most desirable woman in the world. Some would say it’s just a side effect of the honeymoon stage, but he would beg to differ.
“I apologise, my love.” He coos sweetly, taking a seat on his chair behind his vibranium desk. “I couldn’t wake you from such a deep sleep, you seemed quite tired.” He places the phone down on his phone stand. He leans forward on his elbows and sighs in contentment.
She chuckles, “And who’s fault is that?” She smirks and rolls over on the bed. T’Challa shrugs with a giggle and she huffs. “Well, I assume you were in a meeting?”
He nods, with a solemn expression, remembering the dull meeting he was in. “Yes, my darling I was.” He interlocks his fingers in front of his face and sighs.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to that then.” She rolls over again and goes back to laying on her back, and T’Challa dreams of physically being on top of her, and not just watching her on a screen.
Her divine body was so close, yet so far. “No, my love, you must have something else to tell me.” He pleads, attempting to waste time so that the meeting time will end and he’ll be able to go back to her - physically.
She shakes her head and smiles, “No, I have nothing else to say.” She chuckles, understanding what he’s doing.
“Well, what was the first thing you thought about this morning, my love.” He pipes up suddenly causing her to open her sleepy eyes.
“You.” She chortles. “Now, goodbye King T’Challa.” She waves goodbye at him, and his heart flutters at the sweet expression on her face.
“I’ll see you in a moment Queen y/n.” He sighs and she switches off the call.
He stands promptly and heads back into the meeting room, only to be stopped by his assistant.
“Your majesty, I regret to inform that the meeting has to have been adjourned,” The man speaks quietly as T’Challa’s eyes pan over the meeting room noticing that only the mining tribe leader is left around the table, but she is only gathering her documents with her own assistant. “It seems that the river tribe leader and the border tribe are not able to keep their squabbles outside of the royal palace walls; so when you were in your office they had a small spat and we couldn’t keep everyone in the room.” His assistant purses his lips as he watches T’Challa pick up his scarf from the back of his chair.
“Well isn’t that good news then.” T’Challa smiles victoriously. He places his scarf around his shoulders and pats his assistant on the shoulder. “Isn’t B’ast good?” He asks rhetorically as he leaves the room with a victorious chuckle.
And he finds himself on his way to a very sleepy wife to lay in her arms and lay in his bed as he wished.
Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)
Word Count: 2,677
Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW
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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger
A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx
Words: 2k
Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af
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Nothing.
T’Challa Udaku.
Requested: No
synopsis: t’challa has dinner with his girlfriend and he has something important to say
Note: the music would be advised for this imagine. what i listened to whilst writing this: il cielo in una stanza (italian), kissing you
Author’s Note: i’m sorry i was gone for so long x
The doorbell rings two times and startles her, she almost drops the plates in her hands. She fumbles with the fine china, she takes a deep breath and places the plates on the table she set for her and her boyfriend.
She takes a deep breath and checks that everything is set correctly in her dining room, a nervous hand reaches into her hair, fidgeting with it anxiously.
The doorbell sounds again in the quiet apartment. She turns to the door, biting her lip. She clicks the play button for her speaker in the corner and walks briskly to the door. Her shaking hand pauses on the door handle, her teeth still embedded in her glossy bottom lip. She takes one last deep breath and checks her appearance fleetingly in the mirror.
Seeing nothing abnormal, she lowers the door handle and pulls the door open.
The oxygen basically flies out of her lungs when her eyes settle on her lover.
She swoons when he gives the most enchanting smile she’s seen this whole week. “T’Challa,” she breathes, her eyes sparkling like those of a lovesick schoolgirl. Her hand falls from the door handle and quickly finds itself on her lover’s shoulder.
T’Challa looks at her with an easy smile. The sparkle of his teeth reflecting in her irises. His arms embrace her waist, his fingertips dancing shyly against the silk of her dress. “y/n.” He says evenly.
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As he wished.
T’Challa Udaku.
requested: yes - Oh! I don’t know if you do songfic requests but if you do, would you mind doing an Erik or T'Challa fic based off the song ‘Good Man’ by Ne-Yo? I keep smiling at the thought of Erik or T'Challa in a meeting and putting it on hold when they see their lover is calling. - @wakanda-inspired (I couldn’t tag you)
synopsis: t’challa really misses you at his meeting, even though he has just come back from your honeymoon and you were just sleeping together
author’s note: i didn’t know what to do with this one @wakanda-inspired. i’m so sorry but i really wanted to give you something.
warning: Brief Depiction of Nudity, Implied Themes Of A Sexual Nature, Poor Editing
Papers lay strewn over the black vibranium table in the official boardroom of the royal palace of the Golden City. A new session of government was to begin in two weeks and T’Challa was ready for it to end already. His honeymoon had just finished one week ago and he was more than willing and ready to go back to the arms of his wife and his bed.
He was craving the scent of his wife and the blissful comfort of having no demands made of him, other than his wife’s moans for more pleasure.
“My king? King T’Challa?” The river tribe leader leans over the table, attempting to catch his attention.
T’Challa blinks out of his reverie quickly and clears his throat, “Yes, sir?” He puts his index finger against his temple, barely hiding his disinterest.
“We must discuss further the funding for the dam for the river because if we are to receive further tourists we must have the water controlled further.” The tribe leader speaks emotively and T’Challa feels the inklings of a migraine in his temples.
“Of course and we will—“ T’Challa begins, with his eyes focused on the river tribe leader.
“But we must also think about the money for the border tribe’s extension of the…” the border tribe leader trails off his sentence, his lips quickly becoming stationary as T’Challa sends him a stern look.
“As I was saying,” T’Challa resumes as the border tribe leader clears his throat, “Of course the finances for the dam will be cleared. You’ll be pleased to know that I have already sent a proposal draft to my assistant who will then forward it to the minister of the treasury. And then, you shall hopefully accept the proposal.” T’Challa nods to the river tribe leader and he nods his head slowly in compliance.
“That would be most appreciated.” The tribe leader begins a speech about how good the great king T’Challa is, but T’Challa zones out as he feels a vibration in his left pocket. He frowns as he feels his pant pocket and pulls out an iPhone.
An iPhone his wife gave him, he watches his own reflection on the screen but his wife’s name is on the screen. He smiles at the realisation that she is calling him.
“Excuse me,” he pipes up suddenly, “leaders I must ask that we have a small break from this oh so important meeting. I have an important call to take.” T’Challa doesn’t even wait for those at the table to comprehend what he has said and he stands up from the head of the table and moves briskly into the adjacent room which serves as his part-time office.
The call ends just as he closes the door of his office. He sighs in frustration and holds the phone in his hands and looks at in confusion. He knew that accepting this phone was a mistake, outsiders’ technology can be so primal and confusing for him. He squints in absolute confusion as he attempts to make the gadget work, and his wife makes it look so easy.
And then it rings again, just the same as before and T’Challa smiles in delight just from seeing her name on the screen. Now he’s posed with an even more confusing challenge - to answer the call. He recalls his wife answering calls from friends and imitates the motion from his memory.
A small noise indicates the answering of the call and the camera pans to his wife.
His glorious wife, laying on her back with her glorious naked body displayed purposefully on the camera. T’Challa groans as he sees that her nipples are erect and highlighted beautifully by the sunlight in their bedroom.
“Good morning darling.” She says dreamily. She smirks when she notices that he’s wearing his formal attire, and she knows she’s interrupted something important but most importantly he’s stopped to take her call. “You left without saying good morning or telling me where you were going.” She yawns and lifts her hand to cover her mouth.
And T’Challa bites his lip, not understanding why that when she is doing the most mundane things she can still be and look like the most desirable woman in the world. Some would say it’s just a side effect of the honeymoon stage, but he would beg to differ.
“I apologise, my love.” He coos sweetly, taking a seat on his chair behind his vibranium desk. “I couldn’t wake you from such a deep sleep, you seemed quite tired.” He places the phone down on his phone stand. He leans forward on his elbows and sighs in contentment.
She chuckles, “And who’s fault is that?” She smirks and rolls over on the bed. T’Challa shrugs with a giggle and she huffs. “Well, I assume you were in a meeting?”
He nods, with a solemn expression, remembering the dull meeting he was in. “Yes, my darling I was.” He interlocks his fingers in front of his face and sighs.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to that then.” She rolls over again and goes back to laying on her back, and T’Challa dreams of physically being on top of her, and not just watching her on a screen.
Her divine body was so close, yet so far. “No, my love, you must have something else to tell me.” He pleads, attempting to waste time so that the meeting time will end and he’ll be able to go back to her - physically.
She shakes her head and smiles, “No, I have nothing else to say.” She chuckles, understanding what he’s doing.
“Well, what was the first thing you thought about this morning, my love.” He pipes up suddenly causing her to open her sleepy eyes.
“You.” She chortles. “Now, goodbye King T’Challa.” She waves goodbye at him, and his heart flutters at the sweet expression on her face.
“I’ll see you in a moment Queen y/n.” He sighs and she switches off the call.
He stands promptly and heads back into the meeting room, only to be stopped by his assistant.
“Your majesty, I regret to inform that the meeting has to have been adjourned,” The man speaks quietly as T’Challa’s eyes pan over the meeting room noticing that only the mining tribe leader is left around the table, but she is only gathering her documents with her own assistant. “It seems that the river tribe leader and the border tribe are not able to keep their squabbles outside of the royal palace walls; so when you were in your office they had a small spat and we couldn’t keep everyone in the room.” His assistant purses his lips as he watches T’Challa pick up his scarf from the back of his chair.
“Well isn’t that good news then.” T’Challa smiles victoriously. He places his scarf around his shoulders and pats his assistant on the shoulder. “Isn’t B’ast good?” He asks rhetorically as he leaves the room with a victorious chuckle.
And he finds himself on his way to a very sleepy wife to lay in her arms and lay in his bed as he wished.
Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)
Word Count: 2,677
Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW
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As we all predicted, I just saw black panther and I freaking LOVED IT. *makes grabby hands for requests and beta readers*
What do I mean by beta readers, you ask? Good question.
As a half asian, half ... well, basically everything in Europe, woman - I want to make 100% sure my portrayal of POCS and their culture(s) is accurate. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know squat. And reading a guide just isn’t the right approach in my opinion. So I’m looking for some lovely POC readers (African American/Black) to proof read my works before I post them, to make sure I don’t make mistakes. Send me an instant message if you’re interested, and keep an eye out for some content to come your way!
Its also of note that i WILL NOT WRITE any of the black panther characters with a white reader. I’m sorry, but I won’t do it.
anyway - send requests my way pretty please!
Dating T’Challa Would Include...
Thank you to my lovely beta readers for going over this with me! This is also my first Black Panther content, hooray! I hope you all enjoy! gif credit (x)
You know that the young prince completely froze the second he saw you for the first time. Mid-sentence, he had trailed off in a conversation with his father when you had approached him for an introduction.
It took an elbow to the ribs from Shuri to snap him out of it.
Speaking of Shuri - the two of you are best friends. Other than T’Challa of course. At least a quarter of the practical jokes she plays on her brother were your idea in the first place.
T’Challa is an expert when it comes to your hair. However long it takes you to tame, wash, detangle and style your locks - your lover can get it done in half the time with zero fuss or painful yanks. Something about the way his fingers would work through the strands and his soft kisses to your neck was so relaxing.
So. Many. Forehead. Kisses! Being the King and future Queen of Wakanda meant you two had to be diplomatic whenever you were in public. Instead of full on make out sessions whenever you made his heart flutter, he’ll cup your face and place a tender kiss on your forehead instead.
On that note - you two are known for ‘disappearing’ every once in a while. It’s not unusual for someone to find you in an abandoned closet or an empty hallway being very... undiplomatic.
Whenever T’Challa has to leave you - he always brings you something back. Even if it was simply to visit the border tribe, your lover would return with at a fresh flower or a treat from the market that he knew you loved.
The longer he’s gone, the bigger the souvenir you receive upon his homecoming. You can still remember the first time he had gone on a cross country mission for three weeks, he had stumbled out of the aircraft with a giant stuffed teddy bear as big as he was for you. Even the Queen Mother was in stitches from laughing so hard.
You’ve developed a habit of playing with his hands when he’s upset. Experience has told you that T’Challa needs some quiet time to think when he’s angry, you’re the only one he’ll allow within arms reach until he’s calmed down. You had taken his hand in yours for comfort at first, but soon enough you were gently stroking his fingers and massaging his palms. You know he’s back to normal when he brings your joined hands to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
You guys are such cuddlers. You can’t help it. There’s a spot on his chest that was built for you to rest on, telling each other about your day or exchanging slow kisses in lieu of words. Even if everything goes wrong with your day, you can count on T’Challa’s arms being open for you at the end of the day.
Want NSFW headcanons? Or maybe headcanons for someone else? Let me know! I’ll see you guys next time!
Long Live the Queen
Requested by Anonymous: Can I request a fic where the reader (who is a bit younger than T’Challa) is now the Queen and is a little nervous to leave Wakanda for the first time? Sorry that’s not really much of a plot. Pairing: T’Challa x Black!Female Reader Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, the sweetest newlyweds acting like children. Vague NSFW references, but no actual smut. Word Count: 1.3K Translations: Sithandwa sam - my darling. Umhle - beautiful. A/N: I am hardly fluent in Xhosa, so I used google translate to help me out. I apologize if anything is incorrect! gif credit.
“- Sithandwa sam? Are you ready to go?”
Blissfully unaware of your husband’s presence, you continued to sort through the ever expanding collection of jewelry you had acquired over your lifetime. You and T’Challa would be leaving for a week in France today, spending half the morning fretting of your wardrobe and what to bring. For fear of accidental injury or some kind of public incident, you had already ruled out the pieces given to you by an exuberant Shuri. You were still getting used to the beautiful wedding band she had designed for you and T’Challa, littered with your favorite stones while also connected to your Kimoyo Beads ‘just in case’. At least the family engagement ring had remained untouched, passed from the Queen Mother Ramonda to you with great pride. The ring had meant so much to your mother in law, especially after the death of her husband. Yet according to the wedding toasts you heard over a week ago, she had forbidden to allow her son to propose marriage with any other ring.
“You should take these,” T’Challa murmured in your ear. If it wasn’t for the warm hand on the small of your back, you would have leapt right out of your new dress. He was holding one of your favourite earrings aloft, a present he’d given you after a year of being together. “You see? They’re perfect to complement those beautiful eyes of yours,” You tried and failed to hide the smile he brought upon you, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes before nodding decisively. “Wonderful choice, handsome. And a completely unbiased one, I trust?”
“Of course!” He laughed, trading the earring in his hand in exchange for a gentle kiss from his new bride. Unable to stop smiling since the day you were married, you ended up stifling your laughter against T’Challa’s mouth. As if he had been offended, he broke away from the kiss to fix you with a small pout that ended up making you laugh even harder. “What is it? What’s so funny?” He prodded, chasing you around in circles while you tried to escape the vicious circle of giggles.
Neither of you had realized how loud your squeals and his laughter had been until someone cleared their throat from the doorway of your shared bedroom. Your beloved General Okoye had been waiting outside in the hall, skittering to a stop once you saw the unimpressed expression on her face.
“For Bast’s sake!” she groaned, rolling her eyes as her head hit the solid wood of your door with a dull thunk. “Here I thought that the King and Queen were packing for their trip, instead I come to find you chasing your tails!”
“I am sorry if we startled you, Okoye. I was just -” before T’Challa could speak further, the General had straightened to her impeccable posture once again. “Playing children’s games? I haven’t seen you do that since you were four years old.”
“I would have been only one at that time!” You protested with a huff. “Aye – I didn’t mean you!” Okoye made a vague gesture towards your husband at that. “Either way, we were meant to leave in less than an hour. Will you be ready to leave by then, Your Highnesses?” Like children who had been caught playing after bed time, you and T’Challa moved as one to finish packing and zipping up your suitcases. With a firm nod, Okoye turned on her heel and headed for the door.
You were beyond grateful that the head of your husband’s personal security was such a dear friend to both of you. Okoye had been more like a big sister to you than an intimidating warrior, treating you no differently when you were with friends or family now that you were her Queen. A grand total of thirty seconds passed after she left before the Black Panther finally spoke up. “You know – she really does spoil all of our fun.”
“I heard that!”
As King and newly crowned Queen of Wakanda, you had spent the first week of your honeymoon in the best country in the world. Your country – it was your home. One you had never set foot outside of in your entire life. You were the one who had told your then-fiancé that you had always wanted to travel the world one day – Paris was the perfect destination for a honeymoon, no?
You were starting to think that perhaps it was a perfect destination for someone else, someone who was not so anxious that she was currently pacing a hole in the floor of the aircraft. T’Challa had watched you for the past ten minutes, waiting for the right opportunity to step in if need be. When you finally glanced up at your husband from what must have been your two hundredth lap, he opened his arms without missing a beat. “Come, umhle. Tell me what is troubling you.”
Thankfully the Dora Milaje gave you privacy on such a long flight, immediately climbing into his lap without the necessary decorum. Instinctively T’Challa rests his chin atop your head, holding you close and waiting patiently for you to speak when you were ready.
“I… I’m scared T’Challa,” you admitted with a gulp. “I’ve never left Wakanda before. What if everyone stares at us? What if I make a fool of myself and bring shame to our country? How does one even act like a Queen in France? What if -” Any further protests from you were silenced when his hand tilted your chin upwards, free hand still supporting your back while he kissed you deeply. Sensually. His tongue smoothed over your bottom lip, making you moan and re-adjust in his lap.
“Y/N, I love you with all of my heart. But this trip is for celebrating our marriage, not representing our country. There are no press conferences to appear at, no council meetings to attend. Everything will be all right – I promise. Have I ever let you down before?” As you shook your head no, the realization dawned on you that the majority of the tension you were feeling had disappeared. “Well… other than kissing me like that and not finishing what you started?” A deliberate movement of your hips had T’Challa moaning low in his throat. “My apologies, Mrs. Udaku. Allow me to make it up to you?”
If married life meant working through problems together with a ‘special’ treatment afterword? You could get used to this.
When the aircraft touched down an hour later, you and T’Challa had to scramble to get yourselves together. Your escorts both had a knowing look on their faces when the door opened, eager to get out of the plane and stretch your legs. Even from your distance, the bright lights of the Eiffel Tour were a sight to behold. Ayo and Okoye stepped off the aircraft first, the two of you following close behind. You had almost reached the end of the ramp when your body froze, hesitating to step down onto the dewy grass.
T’Challa felt the slight tug of you holding back, turning to face you with an encouraging smile on his face. “Remember what I said, umhle. Everything will be all right.” Instead of letting you step off of the ramp by yourself, he picked you up bridal style and swept you in a circle.
Satisfied that you were no longer nervous, the King of Wakanda set you down gently onto foreign soil for the first time. It didn’t feel any different than African soil, wiggling your toes just to make sure. You turned to face your husband with an elated grin, eyes shining brighter than the lights of the city.
“Bude bukumkanikazi, my love. Long live the queen.”
Thank you very much to my beta @panthergoddessbast for reading this over for me. Would you like to be tagged in my T’Challa content? Or content for a specific Black Panther character? Send me an ask! (An ask please, that way I can post it on my blog for reference.)
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Coming Up Next....
two days of writing sin! I’m ironing out the details of of T’Challa’s NSFW headcanons, and working on an Erik smut oneshot. And quite possibly a series that will remain a surprise until it’s posted! Are you excited? I am!
Do you have any other requests you’d like to see? Send them in!
Sex With T’Challa Would Include...
I just couldn’t stop myself, and I apologize. The content underneath the cut is extremely NSFW, so DO NOT read unless you are of the age of consent. gif credit.
Let’s just get it out there... Bast has blessed him in more ways than one. You’d been fantasizing about his body since the first fitting for his Black Panther suit. Okoye said your eyes had bugged out of your head and zoomed in on the impressive outline taunting you. The disappointment from the adjustment of the suit makes no difference to you now - you know what’s underneath.
& What’s underneath the suit has ruined you for other men. T’Challa is incredibly thick, veins and ridges perfect for driving you crazy with every thrust. If you have any dildos, you threw them out or abandoned them completely. An artificial version of the “perfect” cock is no match for the real life version.
Compliant with his personality, T’Challa treasures you. Even when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, he will whisper in your ear how much he loves you. How good you make him feel. You’re the love of his life, and he never passes up the opportunity to remind you.
He’s not as submissive as everyone thinks. He’s romantic, yes. But he still loves to talk dirty to you in his own special way. “Does that feel good umhle?” “Answer me when I speak to you, darling.”
If it’s what you want, T’Challa is willing to dominate you even further. If you love being bent over his knee and spanked as punishment, he’ll do it. If you cum harder with his hand wrapped around your that, he’ll do it.
And if he does, you know he checks on you to make sure you’re okay. His smooth voice and authoritarian tone will tell you anything you want to hear - but he’d ask you quietly if he hurt you and were you all right. You’d establish safe words together if needed, but it never ceases to amaze you how much he loves you.
He is downright addicted to eating you out, and he’s so fucking good at it. Unless you two are having a quickie - he’ll always get a taste of you first. His eyes are always locked on your body, watching you writhe and moan is the best reward T’Challa can think of.
He didn’t even realize he had a praise kink until you pointed it out. Your lover had been comfortably tucked between your thighs, driving you crazy with soft kitten licks and driving his fingers deep inside you. All you had said was “Oh - you’re doing so well,” and he downright growled against your folds.
He also may have a kink for over-stimulation. You both found out the same night his praise kink was realized - he fucked you so long and hard you passed right out. That orgasm is very high on your list of ‘Best Ever’.
Aftercare is second nature. He’ll pull you close and press gentle kisses to your skin, burying his face in your neck until you both can breathe normally. You’ll be drawn a nice relaxing bath, which he will carry you to bridal style. When you’re too exhausted to even lift your head, he’ll gently cool you off with the softest towels you’ve ever felt in your life. He never falls asleep before you, especially after sex. If you fall asleep with a content smile on your face, he can relax. He hates leaving you unsatisfied.
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Requested by Anonymous: So we all agree that Erik is a Dom. A piece with the reader being an innocent bystander of the museum and she’s looking at the same artifacts as Erik and she’s utterly captivated by him and doesn’t want him to notice. He approaches real smooth like starts to talking about colonization and such then gets real close to her ear whispering how he knows she’s been watching him and he can spot a Sub from a mile away then smut ensues. Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Female Reader Warnings: NSFW, tons of smut! And I do mean tons. Fingering, fellatio (male receiving), choking, protected sex (use a condom, kids!), along with a mildly unhealthy one night stand. And Erik being... well, Erik. Enjoy! Word Count: 3.4k. If you like to read a quick smut fic, this is not for you. Grab a glass of wine and hunker down, readers! This took almost a week to write. A/N: The biggest thank you I can extend goes to @panthergoddessbast. She’s been a constant help with my recent writing, and for this one shot she went above and beyond. gif credit.
Upon entering the museum’s exhibit, you had contemplated if paying good money out of your own pocket to view a diluted display of African Culture was worth it.
- Until you saw him.
He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen.
The way the stranger held himself exuded smooth confidence like a cat on the prowl. His posture reminded you of someone who had once been in the military, hands tucked behind him with his back as straight as a board. He walked slow circles around the same display of what looked like a handmade hatchet. This loop gave you enough time to rake your eyes over his figure, taking in the broad shoulders covered in denim as you wondered how wide your legs would have to spread to accommodate them. You could feel yourself growing wet at the thought, glancing back up to get another look at his face. At least – until you accidentally made eye contact.
So you did an intelligent thing. Immediately look in the opposite direction and pretend to be absorbed in another display. Maybe if you looked away long enough he would forget about you.
Despite your unshakable logic, the reflection in the glass display in front of you showed a handsome form gradually advancing towards you from behind. Taking deep breaths were supposed to steady your heart rate, instead you caught the undertone of his musky cologne. Rich enough to make your knees weak with undertones that were strictly his.
The second he caught your eye, Erik couldn’t stop himself from smirking. Your expression may as well have been one of total submission for him – and he fucking loved submissive women. Nothing got his motor running quite like ruining a sexy girl like you with his cock. Would you be the type to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans? Or would you be the type to test his patience, mouthing off to him until your quips turn to screams? There’s only one way to find out, he thought, closing the distance between the two of you within a matter of seconds.
“It’s fucked up,” he finally spoke. He was close enough to you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. “This place is a joke… a shrine to ‘history’ for the white man. They got white washed exhibits of the Natives and African tribes, ain’t nobody told em how they been ripped out of the hands of the people that made em.”
“All for the sake of a dollar,” you added. It was the first time you had spoken to each other, and yet you had more in common than anyone else in the entire museum. “They forced our families apart, sold us like cattle and treated us like dogs. We fought fifty times harder for a tenth of the respect owed to us. Our ancestors went through more abuse than any white person can imagine, and we’re still afraid for our lives… even now.”
Unbeknownst to you, Erik’s eyes had remained on you the entire time you spoke. Some men may share in the emotional resonance of your words, and he knew you were right, but he would much prefer a passionate fuck than a passionate conversation. Unless said conversation took place while he had you spread out over the surface of one of these damn displays while he fucked you raw. His dick was already pressed against the confines of his jeans, leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
You tensed up the second you felt his feather light touch, unsure if what he had done was intentional or not. You turned your head towards the stranger to see if maybe it was your imagination, only to stop short mere centimetres from this man’s mouth.
“Oh,” you gulped. Was he trying to kiss you? Should you lean forward and make the first move? Or simply melt into a puddle on the floor? Only you know which direction you were leaning in when Erik finally spoke.
“Ain’t nothin’ I can say to top that, babygirl. But I can show you something.” Before you could even react Erik’s hands were on your hips, holding you steady while he pressed his erection against your ass. You held perfectly still, afraid that if you moved in the slightest he’d evaporate into thin air.
He must have sensed your internal conflict; you could feel the vibrations of his chest when he chuckled softly in your ear. “Don’t think I ain’t seen you undressing me with your eyes over here. Made me wanna use that open mouth for something else.”
You didn’t need to even think about articulating a response to that.
“I’m staying at the Raddison,” you purred softly, timed with a bold roll of your hips that made Erik’s grip tighten. “Room 442. Care to join me?”
Judging from the way he yanked you away from the display and towards the front door – the answer was yes.
The five minute walk to your hotel turned into a two and a half minute sprint, taking turns tugging each other by the hand in the race to reach your room as fast as possible. If it wasn’t for the erection he was sporting, Erik would have led the charge the entire way. Instead it was you who reached the glass doors of the Raddison first, bursting through the door and racing towards the elevators.
It wasn’t until you were shuffling impatiently in front of the elevators that something dawned on you. “I… I forgot to ask you your name,” you said sheepishly. The corner of his mouth twitched upward just the slightest, but his gaze remained unwavering on the set of elevators in front of you.
“Erik. Name’s Erik.”
- Erik kissed you for the first time once the two of you made it inside the elevator. He pinned you against the nearest wall, sucking briefly on your lower lip before you drew him closer. His tongue brushed briefly against yours, warm hands sliding to the small of your back to press you closer. Neither of you noticed the elevator had slowed down, too lost in each other and the depth of your kiss. If it hadn’t been for the automated voice announcing your arrival, you may have ended up forgoing the bedroom in the first place.
“Almost there,” you huffed, locating your key card with slightly shaking hands. Upon your arrival at the hotel, you had scrunched your nose at the pack of condoms in your welcome gift. Maybe you would be able to make use of everything after all…
“You need the tour?” You asked once you were inside, never breaking eye contact with Erik.
“Nah.”
“Good.”
Moving together as one, you hopped up to latch your legs around his hips and your arms around his waist. Erik ‘supported’ you with a firm grip on your ass, his breath hitching when you kissed the skin directly underneath his ear. He dumped you rather unceremoniously onto your bed, making you yelp in protest to the sudden change in elevation.
You had every intention to fix Erik with a very stern look, once you could tell which way was up again. Instead any protests you had died down because of the now shirtless man at the end of your bed. His entire torso was littered with small, raised scars that you’d never seen before. Something in his gaze told you there was no room for discussion, keeping your mouth closed and ogling the definition of his muscles instead.
“Take it off,” Erik grunted. He jutted his chin towards your dress, palming himself as best he could through the denim of his jeans. You unzipped the material just enough to be able to pull the dress up over your head, not wanting to miss the look on Erik’s face when he saw you clad in your bra and panties that complimented your skin tone perfectly.
“God damn. Look at you. Flip over, babygirl.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you obediently propped yourself up on all fours. Erik’s eyes were practically glued to your ass, unzipping and stepping out of his jeans without looking away for a second.
“You gon be good?” he asked, trailing the pad of his finger from the sole of your foot to the back of your knee. When he was met with nothing but silence on your end, the sharp crack of his hand coming down on your ass cheek startled you out of your trance. “Ah! Y-yes, I’ll be good for you.”
You’re yanked back by your hair as Erik kisses you forcefully, his free hand unlatching your bra and tugging the material over your shoulders and away from your chest. Your nipples were already pebbled from arousal, shivering from the intensity of his kiss and the breeze on your skin.
“Look at these fucking tits,” he grunts once the kiss is broken, weighing one heavily in his hand before giving it a squeeze. Erik smirks when you inhale sharply, but still allow him to explore your body. He was in charge – you were along for the ride. “Lay down for me princess. Spread those legs nice and wide.”
No sooner does he let go of your hair do you flip back over as sensually as you could, Erik’s mouth immediately attaching itself to the side of your neck. “Oh…” you hummed, tilting your head further back to allow him more access.
The mattress sinks as Erik lowers himself down next to you. Unsure of where to place your hands, you settle for a loose grip on his dreads and another on the bedsheets beneath you. Erik trailed open mouthed kisses from your neck to your sternum, veering right to seal his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned low in your throat, feeling his free hand continue the descent towards the apex of your thighs. Instead of removing the material from around your hips, Erik shifts your panties aside to gain access to his meal for the night.
Erik made no attempt to stifle his moan when he felt your juices coat his fingers, breaking away from your breast to rest his forehead against your shoulder. If it wasn’t for your grip on his hair he would have sat himself up to get a better look… but he had all night. And there was another position he could think of for a close up view.
“This all for me?” He prompted, dragging a finger between your folds. There was something almost tender about the way Erik nuzzled your jaw to draw your attention. “Yes… all for you, baby.” Pleased with your answer, he laved his tongue over your pulse point before plunging two of his fingers inside you without warning. “Oh, fuck!”
You arched off the mattress with a gasp, straining to get a glimpse of his fingers in your pussy. The rhythm he set alternated between scissoring motions and deep thrusts, curving his fingers up to hit a spot that made you see stars. “Gotta open you up,” Erik huffed under his breath. Clearly this had an effect on both of you, moving his hips to grind against you like a teenage boy. You had just moved your hand to help him relieve some of the tension when you felt Erik work a third finger inside you.
“Son of a…” you started, walls stretching to accommodate a new girth. The ability to hold yourself up was overwhelmed by the pressure you felt coiling in your belly. You fell back against the pillows with a mewl, head lulling towards Erik instinctively. His gaze was laser focused on your face, seemingly using zero effort to milk your cunt for everything it was worth.
You’ve never felt like this before - it was different than any orgasm you’ve ever had. There wasn’t enough notice or warning for you to cry out when the pressure hit its peak. You clawed desperately at the hand between your legs as you gush and come hard around Erik’s fingers. The ability for you to whimper or moan was lost to the intensity of your orgasm, burying your face in the crook of Erik’s shoulder. “Fuck yeah… gimme it, girl. All of it.”
Roughly a minute later the tremors had subsided, dimly aware of the fact that Erik’s fingers were no longer inside of you. Instead you saw them being sucked clean by the cocky motherfucker beside you, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream. No pun intended.
Without any of the grand theatrics, Erik patted your thigh once before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. He took his time to slide off your completely ruined panties, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans when he thought you weren’t looking. You took the opportunity to fumble around in the bedside table for the complimentary condoms you’d received. As handsome as Erik was – he was a complete stranger. No glove no love.
From the foot of the bed, Erik glances briefly at the foil packet between your fingers before scoffing. “That ain’t gon fit.” He told you so matter of fact, double checking yourself that the package didn’t say small of some variation. When your gaze returned to Erik, he was already pulling out a different condom from his wallet to use. He had also dropped the jeans he’d been holding over his waist, your eyes widening when you realized he had already yanked off his boxers.
“That ain’t gonna fit either,” you muttered shakily. You swore you could have seen the slightest hint of a smile cross his face, taking his time kneeling on the bed so you could admire him. Magnificent didn’t even begin to do him justice – Erik was easily nine inches long, the tip of his cock arching towards you invitingly.
You dropped the useless condom to the floor.
“On all fours, babygirl. Wanna watch that ass bounce while I fuck you.” Far past the point of desperation to feel you wrapped around his cock, Erik tore the foil of the condom open with his teeth. He almost tore through the condom itself when you obediently presented yourself on your hands and knees before him, giving him a perfect view of your glistening juices coating the inside of your thighs. You made him break his own record for ‘fastest condom application’, scooting forward to line himself up.
Despite having used your juices to slick himself up - you instinctively tensed as Erik nudged your folds open with the tip of his cock. “Shit, relax! You tight enough as is.” You inhaled deeply, reminding yourself that three of his thick fingers had stretched you out only moments before. You could take this… right?
He didn’t give you the chance to sit smug in your own prowess for long, you’d taken the head of his cock without as much as a peep. A slow pace was definitely not his speed, drawing his hips back once before snapping forward and filling you to the hilt. You almost blew out his eardrums with the scream you let out, collapsing forward and face first into the mattress. You were hurting – but he didn’t care. Hell – he’d made you squirt with just his fingers. Imagine what his dick was going to do.
“Nngh…” you groaned, still limp from the waist up. Erik was obviously an alpha male and a bad boy – it shouldn’t have surprised you that he liked it rough. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to be split open without warning, bypassing the ‘breaking in’ stage and diving headfirst into fucking your brains out. Your hips twitched of their own accord, tilting back towards Erik and earning you a firm slap on the ass.
“Oh yeah, you like this shit? Huh?” He swats you again for good measure, gaze focused on the way your ass shook from the force of his thrusts. “Get the fuck up.” Something about the ice in his voice had you scrambling to push yourself back up, glancing back over your shoulder for approval. Erik surges to pull you closer, your back to his chest and his hand around your throat. You whimper softly, grip tightening around your neck.
“Take it…” he hisses, strumming your clit with his free hand. The chemistry between the two of you crackles, electricity sending your heart into overdrive with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck – you gonna make me cum so hard.” This hotel was definitely going to charge you for the bedsheets, you can tell from the obscene noises your pussy is making – you’ve made a complete mess. You’re unable to control the sounds you’re making, Erik reciprocates with animalistic grunts in your ear. The high you’re feeling isn’t kindled slowly into a roaring flame like you’re used to. Being fucked by this man was like throwing gasoline into an inferno, burning bright and fast and so damned good. The ever mouthy Erik has even stopped his soliloquy, moaning louder and louder until –
“I-I’m coming! Oh my…!” Black spots dance around the edge of your vision as your walls clamp and flutter for Erik. He lets you go just in time before you pass out, eyes rolling back while you gasp for air. Somehow the second orgasm is more powerful than the first – a talented dom and a fantastic cock were your bread and butter. You’ve barely come back down from your high when he tosses on your stomach like a ragdoll, hopping off the bed and moving to kneel by your face. Erik makes quick work of the condom, tossing it onto the floor without care. He was too close to care about where it ended up – it’s not like he’d be cleaning this room anyway. You’ve propped yourself up and opened your mouth obediently, all the permission he needs to slide his cock into your mouth.
“C’mon, make me cum,” he prompts, holding your hair tight and fucking your face like he’d wanted to from the second he saw you. You sputter and choke around his girth, fat tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depended on it coaxed a constant stream of “fuck, fuck, fuck!” from Erik. Within seconds he had forced the entire length of his cock past your lips, your nose flush with the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. A firm squeeze of his balls pushed him over the edge, flooding your mouth with his seed with a growl. You happily swallowed every drop, your hands finding purchase on his thighs while he calmed down.
“Shit baby, you done so good.” He praised, swiping away the moisture on your cheeks with his thumb. You almost fight him to keep his softening cock in your mouth, seems you just didn’t want to give it up. - Alas, all good things come to an end. You clear your throat a few times while Erik strolls back to the pile of his clothing on the floor. “T-that was amazing,” you tell him with a wince. You had a feeling you’d lose your voice over the next day or so. “Am… am I ever going to see you again?”
“I’mma put my digits in your phone.” He told you quickly. You can’t bear to watch him get dressed so quickly, still bare as the day you were born on the bed. What did you expect? You took him to your room for a one night stand, no strings attached. But the sadness you felt wasn’t your brain mourning a white picket fence and two kids – you just weren’t sure you’d ever find a fuck quite like him. You brace yourself to say goodbye as he approaches you, if he was quick to leave now there was no way he was going to ever contact you again. Instead he grabs your chin and turns your face towards him, the evidence of the end of his resting period is standing proud before you.
“Whatchu sad for?” Erik chuckles, dumping the handful of condoms he’d collected on the end table. “Sexy girl like you? We ain’t nearly done yet.”
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Sex Getting Fucked by M’Baku Would Include....
Here it is, as requested! NSFW headcanons with this beautiful human being. The content underneath the cut is NSFW. Do not read if you are a minor. gif credit
Coming as no surprise to anyone, M’Baku is thick and powerful all over. It’s physically impossible for you to take his dick without at least one orgasm or a quarter of a bottle of lube.
When the two of you first started dating you’d tried to take the quick and easy route. He had warned you over and over to give him some time to work you up, but you’d been desperate.
You damn near tore yourself in half that night.
Any position that allows M’Baku to see the changes in your expression are in your weekly repertoire. He can tell exactly what you’re thinking from the smallest movement of your facial muscles, catering to your every whim both inside and outside of the bedroom.
Oh! By the way - when I said weekly, don’t think that means you only have sex once a week. You are getting fucked on a frequent basis, six days a week and twice a day.
If it were up to your Lord it would be seven days a week - but you need at least one day off to give your body some to recuperate.
Your version of ‘quickies’ are nowhere near as quick as it is for other couples. He is just too big and too handsome to resort to a ten minute limbo in a cramped room. No matter what you always make plenty of time for each other.
Survival of the fittest has led to you becoming as flexible as you can possibly be for M’Baku. Being half his size means that you have to twist, turn and bend to fit into different positions. Your possible fall back careers behind Queen of the Jabari are porn star and an acrobat.
Eating you out is therapeutic for him. After a particularly rough day he will track you down immediately, rip off your skirts and feast on you until you’re begging him to stop. The simple act of giving pleasure to the love of his life clears his mind and brings him back to reality.
M’Baku is also an extremely messy eater. He has zero qualms about getting your juices all over his face and beard, using his nose to stimulate your clit while he fucks you with his tongue.
You know that he’s bent you over his throne and fucked you senseless. In fact, you’ve been fucked in nearly every position you can think of on said throne. To this day you can’t help but smile mischievously every time you see it, vividly remembering the time you had sucked him dry on that very seat.
He never makes an effort to muffle the sounds he makes when he fucks you. Hearing his moans and grunts are his way of letting you know how good you make him feel - and it’s definitely the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.
There are two things you can always count on from M’Baku - a good dicking and his sense of humor. He has absolutely no filter when it comes to his jokes. Sometimes he’ll make you laugh so hard you have to stop mid-fuck because neither of you can contain your hysteria.
"I cannot help myself, zithandwa zam (my beloved). I am a vagitarian, after all.”
Anyone in the Jabari knows not to look at you the same way that he does. One flinch from M’Baku can send any admirers fleeing for their lives. You had better be ready to only be with one sexual partner for the rest of your life - you belong to him and he belongs to you.
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Lord M’Baku of the Jabari Tribe has produced not one, not two, but five young heirs to his title. Five small boys growing steadily into five young men. Rumor has it that a man so strong is genetically incapable of conceiving a daughter. Ergo: when the Queen of the Mountain Tribe finds herself pregnant for a sixth time, another male heir is on the way, right?
Wrong.
Inspired by (and written with permission from @pocmarvelworks) comes my first ever series! Get ready for an eventful and tooth rotting series from yours truly, introducing you to your life as Mrs. M’Baku and your family.
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Chapter One.
Summary: A typical morning in the home of the King and Queen of the Jabari. M’Baku seems to be sticking with the tradition of having a child every two years - but are you willing to have a sixth child? Pairing: M’Baku x Female Reader
Warnings: Slight NSFW reference (The full on smut will start in Chapter 3!), four little mini-M’Baku’s and one Momma’s Boy toddler. Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of my new series! This first part will be mainly an introduction to the hoard of new characters and the pace of your family. I will have a reference post up soon so you can keep track of which child is which, etc. I hope you enjoy!
One has no need for an alarm clock when you’re a mother of five.
Living in the heart of Gorilla City meant your home was seated comfortably at the peak of the mountains, giving you a beautiful and unobstructed view of the sunrise each morning. You had become accustomed to waking in the middle of the night to feed a screaming child, opening your eyes each morning when the first ray of light landed on your face. And as always – the first thing you saw was your handsome husband in the utmost state of relaxation.
While you had to design and create a giant mattress for your giant lover - somehow you always ended up curled up in the crook of his elbow. Even subconsciously while he slept, your husband kept you protectively close. And while you adored his vigilant nature towards you and your family… it did make it much harder to get out of bed in the mornings.
“M’Baku… my love. Time to start our day.” you whispered, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. Instead of loosening his grip like you hoped he would, M’Baku only pulled you closer to his chest.
“Can our day not wait?” His deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. “Better yet – can we simply stay in bed all day?” You knew there was no way you could ignore either of your duties to the Jabari, and it was much easier to sleep in before you had children.
“You and I both know that ‘staying in bed’ only results in procreation,” you chided him. The logical point you made fell on deaf ears, his free hand landing on the stretch mark on your hip. “Ah - but don’t you like the sound of that Y/N? Six is a nice, even number.”
“And what about the other five we have now? Best tend to them first before you want another.”
M’Baku had always been eager to have a large family; it came as no surprise to you that he wanted a sixth child. It seemed every year and a half one or both of you would catch baby fever, and before you knew it your womb became home to another energetic little boy. Your sons grew more and more each day – and you did your best to provide them each with the attention and care every child needs.
“What can I do to convince you, my Queen?” M’Baku’s hand travelled south further down the length of your body, instinctively arching into his touch. His mouth was mere centimetres away from yours when he froze, giving you an apologetic smile as he scrambled to right himself.
Your husband’s hearing was as accurate as ever. Not two seconds later did the doors of your bedroom opened with a start, a flying ball of energy landing knee-first on your husband’s chest.
“Oof! What is this, mi ọmọkunrin (my son)? A surprise attack?” Bright eyed and bushy tailed as ever, your son Mobo grinned his spacy grin at the two of you. “No, Baba! Wake up time!”
Mobo bounces in place once or twice, snatched up by two large hands and deposited in the middle of the mattress. You watch with a fond smile as the impending sense of doom registers in his dark eyes, his father’s hands digging into his sides without mercy.
“Aah! Iya (mother) ! Iya, help!” The four year old pleads, only to have you stroke your chin in mock contemplation.
“I don’t know… I hate picking sides between my boys.” Mobo’s peals of laughter are met with deep chuckles from M’Baku, blowing raspberries on your son’s belly for good measure. “Baba, stop! No more tickle monster please!”
“Oh – I suppose I could stop. The tickle monster thought he heard your stomach rumbling.” M’Baku chuckles, tugging Mobo’s sleeping shirt back into place. The poor boy was too winded to confirm or deny his father’s implication, flopping back onto your bed to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry, Iya.” A familiar voice spoke from your doorway. “I tried to tell him not to barge in.” Your eldest son stood in the doorway, stepping inside only once you beckoned him closer.
At ten years old Aremo was on the verge of puberty, slightly more reluctant to receive affection like the rest of your children. It was only a matter of time before your darling baby boy became a cauldron of rage and hormones – and would undoubtedly grow taller than you within the next year. But that didn’t stop you from sliding out from between the sheets, meeting your son halfway for a hug.
“It’s no trouble ololufe (sweetheart). We are having a slow start to the morning.” Your husband sat up with Mobo just in time to catch the pointed glare you shot at him. “Can you do your mother a favor and make sure these two monkeys get out of bed? You and your brothers need to be at your lessons in an hour.” Aremo straightens and nods, moving to your side of the bed to scoop up his brother.
“All right, my love.” M’Baku finally concedes. “We will meet you in the kitchen.”
With your husband keeping an eye on two of your sons, you wrap yourself in your robe and pad across the hall to the small nursery. Upon opening the door you’re immediately greeted by the sight of your youngest son hoisting himself into a standing position in his crib with his chubby little arms.
“Iya!” He chirrups, immediately making grabby hands in your direction.
Your four other sons will flock to you whenever they scrape their knee or need a comforting hug - but otherwise worship the ground their father walks on. Little Tayo has remained the only true Momma’s Boy, excited to see you every morning and always wanting to be around you.
“Good morning my beautiful boy!” You scoop him into your arms with a flourish. “Are you ready to go see Baba and your brothers?” Tayo was still too little to fully understand everything people said to him, but the words ‘Baba’ and ‘brothers’ were familiar enough.
“Baba!” He repeats, leaning eagerly in the direction of the open door. “Oh no - not so fast! First we have some duties to attend to here.” You carefully move your little boy onto the changing table, a little pout identical to your own staring back up at you.
“Boo.” Tayo huffs glumly. “I feel the same way, my boy.”
Ten minutes later you stood at the island of your kitchen, Tayo peacefully picking at his tray of blueberries. He didn’t need the extra protein you had prepared for the rest of your family, scattering an array of fruit atop yogurt and granola clusters in their bowls. Now that Mobo had reached the age where he could attend morning lessons, you were finally at the point where you could achieve some peace and quiet in your household.
- Some.
“Hurry along, boys!” Tayo perked up at the sound of his father’s voice. “Iya has breakfast waiting for you!” M’Baku’s voice is followed quickly by the man himself, ushering his dressed sons along. An overlap of morning greetings accompanied your children, each taking their favorite place at the table.
“Is that everyone?” You ask your husband, who bent down to give Tayo’s little cheeks a kiss. “Yes my love, that is everyone.”
Aremo was already downing the contents of his glass of milk. Naade still appeared to be half asleep. Mobo was happily accepting one of the blueberries that Tayo offered, while M’Baku began to pass out the bowls of yogurt.
That added up to five boys total, leaving two chairs empty. It seemed you were the only one who noticed there was still someone missing for breakfast.
“Baba?” You giggled. “I do believe you’ve forgotten someone.” The gears in his head began to churn while he set the bowls down, counting his sons down on one hand. Aremo came first, then Naade, and then the major oversight on his part.
“Oh no,” he groaned, hurrying as fast as he dared back down the hallway. “Seye? It’s time to get up!” While your husband tried to wrangle your middle child away from one of his books, you set the remainder of the table and joined your family.
“Eat up everyone.” You encouraged, scooping up an adult sized clump of granola and chewing loudly. Maybe if you crunched hard enough you would be able to solve the problem plaguing your mind.
Would your family be able to handle a sixth child?
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Chapter Two.
Summary: You and M’Baku will take whatever ‘alone time’ you can get as parents, even if it includes a rather unpleasant parenting task.
Pairing: M’Baku x Female* Reader
Word Count: 800
A/N: First off, I want to apologize for this being very late and very short. Things have been absolutely nuts for me the last week, and will continue to be for another week after now. This chapter is more of a filler to get from point A to point B. The next chapter will be NSFW, juicier and much longer. Thank you for your patience!
* As with all of my Black Panther content, the reader is black.
Enjoy!
“Ololufemi (my darling) - I fear I may have underestimated our enemy,” M’Baku reports, squaring his shoulders in the face of adversity.
“Nonsense,” you cluck. “You are the King of the mountains. There is nothing you cannot handle.” You do your best to wrap your arms around his waist, coming up short by several inches.
“This is like any other battle we have faced. And, as always, the secret to any battle is -”
“- Obobo!” A small foot kicks aimlessly into the air. “Iya, obobo!”
M’Baku’s hand dwarfs Tayo’s small chest, resting lightly on his son’s chest to keep him in place on the changing table. It wasn’t long after you had dropped your children off at their lessons that Tayo began to fuss, wafting a particular odor that told you to hurry back home.
The downside of being a vegetarian meant a high fiber diet. And a high fiber diet meant lots of diaper changes from all of your children, none particularly pleasant once they’ve begun to eat solids. As long as your husband was home – he made a point to change your children’s diapers himself. Judging from the way his nose was scrunched up, M’Baku was definitely regretting that choice in the face of this particularly stinky diaper.
“Easy, mi omokunrin (my son). Baba can help too.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the slight twinge of jealousy in his voice, unused to not being the favorite. M’Baku moved his free hand to reach for a clean diaper, first taking the opportunity to pinch one of your ass cheeks in retaliation for your laughter.
“Hey!” you yelped, taking the hint and peeling yourself away from your boys. Waste basket in hand, you returned just in time to provide the method of disposal.
“Four more months, my love. Then he will be ready for potty training.” Your comfort may have had more effect if not for your nasally tone, giving away the fact that you were holding your breath in order to speak. The look M’Baku gave you was unimpressed to say the least.
“Baba, obobo?” Tayo asked hopefully. “Pease?”
Now that you had weaned Tayo off of his first nap of the day, the mid-morning snack of ‘obobo’ was not to be overlooked. You disposed of the baby garbage and met your husband mid-way, exchanging a freshly changed toddler for the empty waste basket.
“Thank you Baba.” You praised, having to meet him halfway a second time to give him a kiss on the cheek. It was hard to tell who looked more pleased with themselves – M’Baku or Tayo.
“Would you like something to eat before you leave?” You offered, strapping your youngest into his high chair and moving to wash your hands. You felt more than heard M’Baku settle behind you, reaching around your frame to steal some of the soap and water for his own hands.
“No thank you, beautiful.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “I will only be gone for an hour or so. Then I will be home to help you with our boys – and tomorrow you’ll have me all to yourself.”
His tone prompted a familiar flutter inside your chest – among another part of your anatomy. After the battle against Killmonger two weeks ago, the subsequent changes had kept both of you extremely busy on the political front. Two weeks ago your children had gotten their first taste at the world outside Jabari Land, and they’d been itching for more ever since.
Of course – your sons loved their home. But you would be remised to deny them a chance to further explore beyond the confines that used to exist between the Jabari and the rest of Wakanda. Especially if that meant Zoputan, your most trusted advisor and best friend, taking your sons off your hands for a day to tour further with T’Challa and Nakia.
“An entire day with the love of my life? Whatever will we do?” You teased, smiling fondly when M’Baku used the towel to dry your hands for you. “That is your decision. But I’m confident I will thoroughly enjoy whatever choice you make.”
Before your banter could continue any further a small whimper reminded you of your poor boy still waiting for his snack. Eyes widening, you moved towards the refrigerator to retrieve the pineapple – obobo – Tayo had patiently waited for. M’Baku distracted your son by peppering kisses to his chubby little cheeks in an effort to stop any potential tears.
“I’ll see you for lunch?” he offered, leaning down to give you a kiss now that your baby was occupied. “I can’t wait.”
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