The Chosen Ones (M’Baku x Asha): Princess Asha is the reclusive third child of King T’Chaka and Queen Ramonda. Happy and content with isolation, which helps her hide her darkest secret, she lives her life in the shadows. However, after a series of tragic events, she meets an equally reclusive chief, who makes her question everything.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
New: Into the Light (M’Baku x Wesley): Wesley Parker is a smart, political genius with years of policy experience. After working at the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland for over a year, Erik Stevens, Wesley’s longtime friend, offers her the opportunity of a lifetime: move to Wakanda and serve as an international policy advisor to King T’Challa alongside him. For reasons even Erik doesn’t know, she jumps at the chance and immediately leaves her Oakland life behind for a new one in the elusive, secretive nation. Like her friend Erik, she is a recluse and a loner, determined to focus on rebuilding her life and keeping her secrets her own. However, when she meets a certain Mountain king, she realizes that her life in the darkness doesn’t always have to be so. But is stepping into her light that easy? Or will the fear of trusting others keep her stuck?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
New: The Sweetest Thing (M’Baku x Amara): Amara has lived in Jabariland her entire life, has a loving family and a successful business. Everything seems to be falling in place for her, yet she constantly feels like something is missing. When she meets Chief M'Baku, she begins to wonder if he holds the missing piece.
Chapter 1
Snowfall (M’Baku x Zarah): As chieftess and chief of Jabariland, Zarah and M'Baku have led their people to new heights. However, when Zarah is kidnapped, they realize that not everyone in Jabariland can be trusted. As they struggle to find the forces threatening their standing in the tribe, they also must figure out a way to save their marriage.
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ok so i do enjoy okoye x attuma let me just start there lol. but i made a little funny post (at least i thought it was funny 🤣) about how w'kabi has been erased by the okoye x attuma fandom and one of the responses was "okoye deserves better than w'kabi" and like...TRUE! but in what way is attuma better? he's literally not lmao. the two of them are actually very similar like okoye fought against both of them to protect wakanda which they BOTH tried to destroy. idk that response is not sitting well with me lol
op is so right because the way neither of them are the standard for who she SHOULD be with😭🤣canonically they're just not right for my good sis. canonically, w'kabi betrayed her knowing damn well she wasn't bout to let that foolishness continue. canonically, attuma dislocated her shoulder and bodyslammed her on the ground using her own staff (he may be a lil worse than w'kabi oop🫣). maybe it is canon that neither of them are good for my queen but, in headcannons anything is possible😭😭
im pissed all over again bc shuri confided in namor about her inner turmoils over her brothers death just for him to kill her mother like NIGGA FUCK YOU
Imagine showing a princess kindness and respect, having a special garment made for her (respecting her royal blood) , showing her your home, your people, confiding in her about your origins, and giving her your deceased mother's bracelet, and possibly getting ready to start mutually beneficial alliance, only for one of HER people to kill two of your people in your own home.
Are you reacting with violence or are you running to your room, slamming the door, turning on some Sade and writing about what happened in your journal?
Shuri said she wanted to burn the world too, Namor was just provoked enough to take it a step further. If the script had been flipped, would you have backed her play?
imagine a man inviting himself into your home country, without permission, then proceeding to send u off on a hitman of a sorts errand, as if you are not royalty n hes not trespassing in your country. then as if that's not enough, he threatens you, the queen of that same nation hes trespassing on, with an unimaginable army, i believe his exact words were "i have more soldiers than this place has blades of grass", should u refuse to do his bidding.
sure, he then proceeds to show you his nation, at your request, which, gentle reminder; he didnt think to do before inviting himself into your nation. then at your attempts to reach a civil alliance like a dutiful leader would want to, he reveals that killing this innocent girl is only a scapegoat to his grand plan to wage war on an unknowing world that harbors millions of lives. at your disbelief n respectful refusal but genuine want to come to a different n more diplomatic agreement, he condescendingly proceeds to threaten your nation once again, i believe the words he uses were "wakanda will be the first nation to fall". (how many times is that now?)
after you confide in him about your brothers death, he then latches on to a declaration u made in a fit of hurt and anger, n manipulates it to fit the narrative he wants. taking ur grief n trying to use it as a tool in his ego fueled plan to destabilise the planet.
said man then proceeds to tell the queen, a mother looking for her child, that should she look for her daughter, who was within his possession, said daughter shall be murdered by his own hand n so will this scientist. as push comes to shove, the queen sends one person after the only family she has left. this sole person encounters the resistance of two guards who yell out n make move to kill the princess she is meant to save, one going as far as holding a blade to said princess' throat.
despite the threats on her life, the princess tries to save the person who had just laid a threat on her life, knowing that the man they are dealing with is dangerous n unrelenting, but also not wanting to take life away from anyone from his nation (beyond empathetic given that, despite the princess coming to his nation willingly, he would not let her leave willingly even laying a threat to her life n her nation's)
after returning to your homeland, despite all the threats this man has made on your country, you make no move to attack him or his nation only upping your own defenses (says a lot about his character vs theirs, do u agree?).
despite the princess confiding in him about the turmoils she faces after her brothers death, he continued to lay waste to tens of innocent wakandan lives including the queen, whom the nation views as their mother. n as if this is not enough he threatens to return with a much larger attack in a weeks time (not even respecting your mourning period) if said nation does not agree to his own terms. (new challenge: take a shot every time this nigga threatens wakanda)
at the murder of her mother, right in front of her by the man who has continously threatened both her, and her nation and the scientist who she has come to view as a friend as well as the world she resides in, the princess is lost to vengeance.
however, given the opportunity to kill this man (mirroring the violence you so speak of that was justified when namor carried it out) she does not kill him and in addition to showing him mercy, she promises to protect the same nation that led to the death of the one family she had left, the same nation that was responsible for the damages to her country, the same nation that killed a whole ship of people n left wakanda to take the blame knowing that they r currently being targeted by the social powers of the world.
given that both characters had a pivotal moment of violence but only one was able to empathise, n the other turns around to learn from her while simultaneously calling her the most "powerful person in the world", i am sure we can both agree which character's "play" is valid. thanks !
Thank you. I love Namor (Tenoch Huerta is daddy ok), but he was wrong. He was a straight up villain from the jump. Like his threat is what started the confrontation and it seems like people conveniently forget that in order to defend him. Even if Nakia hadn’t killed those Talokanil women to rescue Shuri and Riri, Namor was going to attack Wakanda regardless. He literally said it more than once before that scene. There is literally no justification for him killing her mother.
Watching Wakanda Forever and my hot take is that, while Queen Angela KILLED the throne room scene, Ramonda was COMPLETELY wrong for firing Okoye… all of her criticisms were off base.
First, yes - it was Okoye’s idea to bring Shuri but it was a good idea and Shuri was needed with Ross and RiRi. Okoye has no bedside manner lol she wouldn’t have gotten that info from Ross to even find RiRi in the first place and Shuri was able to relate to RiRi more. But it was Shuri’s idea to go with Namor’s people after Okoye single-handedly took down like 3-4 people before they blasted her to high hell in a lake. Okoye didn’t lose her - Shuri chose to go. And Ramonda would’ve known that had she asked Griot, Shuri’s AI, before jumping to conclusions.
Second, while I didn’t agree with Okoye’s actions in the first movie, being upset at her for siding with Killmonger was completely wrong. Whether she liked it or not, whether it was fair or not, Killmonger did “win” the challenge so she had no choice but to serve him because that is her duty. I think the deciding moment was when T’Challa returned and Okoye made the right decision then and sided with T’Challa because the challenge wasn’t over. Further proof that Okoye serves the throne and its traditions - not the individual siting in it (which is her damn job).
And last but not least, I don’t even need to explain why questioning Okoye’s loyalty to the throne, her family/daughter, and Wakanda was just wrong wrong wrong lol like let’s get serious… Okoye is the most loyal AND BEST fighter Wakanda’s got. And if I were her, I would’ve wanted Okoye and Nakia out looking for my daughter - the best of the best.
Now do I blame Ramonda? No, I totally understand where her anger came from. She lost her husband, lost her son and daughter and had to grieve them for 5 years, got them back, lost her son again, and then thought she lost her daughter again. I would be pissed at everyone too. I would probs misdirect that anger and guilt for agreeing to let Shuri go and fire someone as well.
But this is an Okoye stan account and she didn’t deserve this treatment!! And I don’t think we are talking about it enough!! Lol #JusticeForOkoye lol
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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
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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.”
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.”
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.”
A/N: Had a lot of Asha x M'Baku half written stories and most of them are angsty lol but this one is fun and random. First story back in a longggg time. 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.”
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.”
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Yeah, this is long but these thoughts hit me hard this morning and I gotta let it out.
Angela Bassett did it. When I first saw the throne room scene where she stripped Okoye of her titles, I knew she was giving us an award-winning performance. Some will see this end result of her claiming her Golden Globe as black excellence...and it is. But black excellence is displayed by the hard work and commitment that began 2+ years ago when a heartbroken cast and crew worked through the devastation of losing Chadwick. That is who my people are...we persevere. The excellence is in creators and artists who dig deep to build worlds that ring true on the screen. So that those communities who are starving for true representation can take pride in what they are consuming; instead of feeding us the same old caricatures that some think should satisfy the call for inclusion and representation.
I think about the brilliance of Ryan Coogler. How he puts in the work, how he listens, how he INCORPORATES the feedback he receives, how he is a true CO-LLAB-O-RA-TOR. He didn't create the Talokanil salute, others did. But some would have brushed it aside because it wasn't their idea. He listened when Tenoch told him he didn't look Mayan and took the time to incorporate Tenoch's heritage into his script (we need that extended cut, y'all!). And I think about how during the filming of this very production, Ryan was subjected to racial profiling when he attempted to withdraw money from his own bank account. Cops called out and handcuffed (don’t get me started). Still, they continued. Through a pandemic, they stayed on course. Through Letitia's injury, they plowed through. THAT IS BLACK EXCELLENCE AND THAT IS WHAT WE DO.
Movies like this hit different for POC... they just do. On some level, they go beyond entertainment for us. Someone who has not suffered the exhaustion of getting beat up by society just for existing may not understand. It is a fucking breath of fresh air to look up at the screen and see cultures that have been shit upon--and in some cases exterminated--presented with the utmost respect. We hold them high as banners of pride. We don't want to go to the movies only to get beat up again by images the only denegrate vs uplifting our people.
I love the MCU. I've been there since the first available screening of IRON MAN. Can't tell you how many midnight showings I've attended. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel a little (ok, a lot) more special that the first major acting award for an MCU film was from the BLACK PANTHER franchise.
Summary: Just a fun oneshot about a Dora Milaje-in-training who manages to slip up on the one day the Jabari Lord is in town. What is she going to have to do for redemption?
**Smut Warning**
M’Baku x Reader
“Now remember, all you need to do is stand still and follow the others around.” Your cousin Okoye hissed. “No funny business.”
“Yes yes I know I KNOW. Haven’t I proven myself by going through your rigorous training?”
“You may know the golden city, but you have no experience with the Jabari.”
“Oh come on. I made it into the Dora Milaje, I can make it through one ceremony.” You giggled, Okoye sighing and shaking her head with a grin she couldn’t hold back. You were a wild card who had managed to reign herself in enough to rise through the ranks and at 20 become one of the youngest recruits of all time.
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Summary: The day that Okoye is stripped from her title as general, you, who has been away to the Jabari-Lands for meetings with M'baku, come home and comfort her.
Hurt and Comfort, Ends in Fluff
Warnings: none (unless you consider domestic fluff as something to warn you of)
Alright people, this idea has been in my head and even though I've tried to ignore it...it won't go away. So...i have a story in mind, rough idea of a storyboard above but...yeah, its answers the question for me of why we didn't see this man's wife all this time. So look out for it very soon!
Shoutout to lovely ladies @mbakusthrone , @devnicolee @chaneajoyyy @great-neckpectations @mbakuwife @sonofnjobu and more for your wonderful stories.
