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lifeisapitch15 · 1 year

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Gara aga, Ugbu a, N'ọdịnihu.(Past, Present, Future.)

Pairing: M’Baku x OC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: P in V, fingering, Oral (female receiving), and Smutty things in general

Summary: Kya finds her self at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunately, M’Baku finds her before the avengers do.

Love, Lust and Dreams

As we walk, the guards give me a look. M’Baku notices. “General, do you have something to say?” He questions him.

“Yes I do, my King. What is this prisoner doing out of her cell?” He steps closer. I think he has a death wish. He pulled me from behind quickly and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“She is the new royal adviser, General Zebokhe” he proudly said. He stepped M’Baku to the side.

“What game are you playing with her?” He loudly whispered.

“None, General.” He smirked.

“Then what happened down there?” He’s about to blow a fuse. M’Baku looks over at me as I look at the snow.

“Nothing! We just came to an understanding.” M’baku brushed him off. “Plus I need to keep an eye on her, she is fiesty.” He pushed the General from in front of him, never taking his eyes off of me.

“That’s exactly your type!!!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. The stress was going to kill him if the intergalactic aliens don't first. M’Baku walks back to me.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“He is worried about you.” M’Baku replied “Let us go to your chambers.” He hurried me along.

The room was beautiful. The wall shined like a dark marble just like M’Baku’s room but the bed wasn’t in the floor like his. The first room had a large living rom with a large circular glass table. The intricate table had just two chairs along with the biggest binder I’ve ever seen. The bookcase that was next to it was twice my size and filled with all the books you can think of. It’s going to be impossible to get me out of this room.

The tv that was on the wall was a hologram. We have these in the future but we could walk through them and be in the tv. I go into the bedroom. The bed was above but on the floor. Beautiful black soft pillows and blankets covered the bed. There was bedside tables, with lamps, and sunflowers…. It’s been a while since I’ve seen regular flowers. They captivate me as I walk towards them. I deeply inhale the scent. They were freshly picked. Even with the snow, there are freshly picked flowers. I realized M’Baku was still there. I giggle and turn to him shyly, picking up a flower.

“Thank you.” I smile sweetly.

“You are welcome.” His lips curled up in the most amazing way. “That binder is a full rundown of the daily routine and you have to attend. Well, I will leave you now. The dressers will be here in the morning. Also There’s a guard outside your door. Let him know if would like more dinner.” He nods his head, turning to leave the room. I don’t want him to go yet but that would be inappropriate. I will see him tomorrow.

I watched the sun set after finding a patio, wrapped in a fluffy blanket . The large wall closes after I come back inside. I light the fireplace in my room, letting that be my only light. I take off my old clothes hopping into the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water would warm up my body and clean the dirt off my ass. Since I was shorter, I’m thicker but curvy. The bathroom was a pearl like stone all around. It was breathtaking. We just had metals in the future and this intricate work was handcrafted. I sing the song of my childhood. The acoustics in this bathroom made me sound godlike. As I applied lotion, I realized I don’t have any clothes to sleep in. I walk out with my towel, walking to my door. My towel dropped as I left my bedroom and went into the living room. As I picked it up, M’Baku appeared out of nowhere placing a set of clothes on my table. We both saw each other, him shirtless with shorts, too long to be underwear and too short to be comfortable. I freeze, holding the towel over my chest and other parts. He froze too, due to his blood going to his pants instead of his head. Impressive~

“Thank you for bringing my clothes, I wonder what took so long.” I chuckled, hair dripping down my shoulders onto my chest. That's not helping. He drinks me in since he didn’t have to undress me with his eyes. As I reach to grab the clothes, he moves them above my head.

“M’Baku, what are you-“ I ask as he grabs my chin, making me look at him. I look into his eyes and instantly feel a deep lust. Was that me that feels this way? He leaned in slowly for a kiss making sure I didn't back away. We lock lips. His lips were softer than the blankets and covers on the bed. The towel drops. We stop kissing. Why we’d stop?

“Is this what you want?” He asked, studying my face. Ah, a consensual King. I nod yes quickly, biting my lip. We kiss again, deeper. He dropped the clothes in hand and picked me up from the front. He’s so warm. Skin to skin feels so good with his soft skin. He places me down onto the bed softly. He treats me as if i will break. Every action feels like he’s holding back. As i sit on the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees. He’s- he’s hugging me. Everything is so unexpected but subtle. He inhales deeply taking in my scent like it was his last breath. He starts to kiss slowly, making my breath hitch. Then he bites and licks my neck finding my spot and teasing it. I whimper a bit as he begins to find my clit at the same time. He grubs slow circles on my clit placing kisses on my check over and over. Come on foreplay! He kisses me while he slides his thick fingers inside of me. He tongues me down as I moan louder into his mouth. I lean back spreading out my legs so he can reach the soft spot inside of me.

“You’re already so wet for me~” he seductively groaned in my ear as he got on the bed holding me closer. I clenched around his fingers and grabbed hold of my leg spreading out better for him. He pumps into me, making my chest bounce against his rhythm. I kiss him roughly trying to breathe so I don’t cum too fast and give him what he wants. He slows down and begins to find that soft and does the infamous “come here” motion. He sees that I'm close and proceeds to bite my neck. I cum hard as he takes out his fingers, watching my slick follow his fingers. His fingers glistened all the way to his palm. He stands up and groans at the sight of my legs open and my slick sliding down. I covered up my privates as he watched.

“I’ve seen you completely. Why are you hiding?” He chuckled walking to the edge of the bed.

“I feel exposed. “ I smiled, sitting up. He laid me back down with a gentle nudge.

“Let me take care of you, ikumkani wam…” as he said, he got on his knees and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, holding me in place. His face was inches away from heat. He licked my heat with his flat tongue making me feel every inch of his rough tongue against my bud. Once he found it, he pushed the skin around my clit from my mound. He begins to suck it lightly making me squirm. He sucked harder wanting to hear my moans. Shit he may have wanted all of Jabari to hear me scream his name. We haven’t even gotten to the main event and I’m about to come twice. Breaking me from my thinking he started moving his tongue around my clit. The sensation makes me close my legs. He catches my legs before they get too close to his head. He grabs the back of legs and pushes them forward. He changes back and forth from his tongue movements all while holding eye contact. Fuck he’s hot. The lewd noises make me wetter. It sounds so amazing. I feel myself getting close and arch my back and try to open my legs. He grabs around my hips tightly, making it hard to grind against his lips. He sucks and snatches my soul as cum twice as hard. I’m loud but I don’t care about holding it back since he’s not holding back. He lets go and lightly kisses my upper thigh as I breathe through my orgasm. He climbs on top of me kissing my neck.

“Are you ready, sithandwa sam?” He asked. I realized his pants were still on. Even in the future, men can be dickheads.

“As I’ll ever be.” I replied, kissing his lips softly. I go in for another kiss using tongue. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. It tastes sweet. He breaks the kiss to stand up and takes his pants off. The print was impressive but when its out? That was a gift from any god you could name and thank. It was long and girthy. The member curves upward, bouncing light as he moves toward me. I imagine it being big but it was so much girth. He kisses my lips as he watches my eyes. Pulling him into an even more lustful state. He lines himself up and he studies my face as he slides it in. The sensation of it sliding in makes us both groan out. We hold an intense eye connection while we take it all. Literally.

So warm. He thought.

I feel full he sat still inside taking it all in. Now I see why he got me so ready. He drops his head and grabs my leg pressing it closer to him.

“Glory to Hanuman…” my inside making him melt. He looks up again, nodding his head to me to make sure I'm ready. I nod back ready for him and only him. He starts to move at a slow pace. As he testing the waters, I grab his face, making him focus on me. He goes faster but trying to not to cum.

So wet. Her face makes me want to faster but I don’t want to hurt her.

He kisses me all while hooking my head on his arms.

Deeper. Go deeper.

He moves at a faster pace, making my chest bounce against his rhythm. He feels something take over him as he goes at brutal pace. Our moans and groans kept everyone up that night.

He grabbed the back of arms trying to steady myself from his brutal pounding. He pulls out only to take his hand, grab my ankles, and place my legs on his shoulder. It felt even better than before. He hits the soft spot since he moved my legs.

“Ahh, ohh baby! I’m close!” I nearly screamed.

“Good job my sweet girl. Ah,I’m almost there. I’m al—most there.” He moans out holding my hands. I felt as if I was about to come undone, floating off the ground as he ground me with his kisses. I felt love and lust at the same time.

Is this love? I feel…. Different. This feels different. Better. M’Baku questioned.

“I’m about to cum for you, sithandwa sam.” He looked to see her holding her breath with an open mouth. We came at the same time as he spilled his seed into me as I squeezed every drop. We try to catch our breath as he lets me go. He rolls over onto the bed. We get under the covers due to the freezing weather. I laid on his chest and listened to his heart beat slow down. I watch him as he falls asleep. I find my hopeless thinking of a future with him even if it costs me my future. I have to leave. Quick but I will watch him sleep and imagine what simply cannot be.

Side note: holy shit that took forever to write 😩😂. The next chapters won’t as smut heavy but i will have chapters of just that so if you like that be on the look out!😆

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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AN: Here is the third part of my M’Baku and Reader (Sabi Star) story. It also serves as my entry for @fluffyprettykitty ‘s 1k writing challenge. My dialogue prompt is in bold.

This story can be read on it’s own, with M’Baku and Sabi being an established relationship, but you will enjoy it more if you read the first two parts.

Find the series masterlist here and my main masterlist here

Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard by me

Pairing: M’Baku x Journalist! Reader (Sabi)

WC: 2.7k

CW: Angst, soft smut (oral - f receiving and PinV sex - no condom, reader on BC) M’Baku’s thighs, arms and chest.

As you sat with your notebook and pencil, desperately trying to write notes for your next article, you attempted to not think of him. Attempted to not think about your feelings for him. But how could you manage that, when you were literally sitting in his room, mere feet away from the bed where he took you apart and put you back together each night? In the place where he made you laugh and smile, and you made him laugh in return?

Leaving the room wouldn’t help much; there weren’t really any other suitable places where you could sit and be alone with your thoughts. The throne room was out, because even if M’Baku wasn’t there with his advisors, it was the seat of his power, a symbol of everything he was. In your mind’s eye you could just imagine him sitting there, covered in his leather and furs, powerful thighs spread wide, his forefingers stroking his chin as he listened to his advisors and pondered what he needed to do next to solve whatever the current problem was.

Sighing, you put down your pencil and looked at what you’d managed to write, which was so far a few bullet points about how the Jabari used the natural geothermal springs in the mountain to heat their city without the advanced technology of the rest of Wakanda. You were due to go to the capital next week for a day or two so you could type up your notes and email them to your editor. Maybe those few days away would help you calm your mind?

You pushed back the wooden chair, wincing slightly as it scraped over the floor. Picking up your traitorous stationery (how rude of them just to not write out things themselves!) you shoved them in your small holdall, along with your small camera. You reached for one of the spare fur cloaks that your royal lover kept here for you, but decided that wearing it wasn’t going to help take your mind off of him. Instead, you dug through the wooden chest at the end of the bed for your own clothes, the ones you’d brought with you for what you thought was going to be a short research trip of only a week or two.

You pulled out your big duffle coat, woolly hat and walking boots, hastily putting them on, and then made your way out of the private quarters, through the royal palace and out into the exterior part of the city. The bitter cold wind blasted you in the face and you pulled your hat further down onto your head. You could see some Jabari giving you, or rather your attire, strange looks. Part of you knew you were being ridiculous; your mass produced, synthetic clothing was nowhere near as warm and practical as the furs and other natural fibres used by the people you currently lived with, but you wanted as few links to your lover on and about your person as humanly possible.

Clambering up one of the mountainous paths, you gave wan smiles to those you passed on the way. While you were obviously no prisoner, free to come and go in the city as you please, you didn’t come this way often, and even then it was rarer still for you to be alone. You knew where you were headed though; a sheltered outcrop, with a view across the snow covered slopes. It was a great place to escape the hustle bustle of the city and just, well, be. As you ducked down, and squeezed yourself into the small space, the wind died away.

You shuffled around, getting as comfortable as possible on the hard ground, before pulling out your notepad.The spiral bound sheath of papers lay in your lax grip, as you breathed in the cool, crisp air and enjoyed the quiet sereneness of your hiding place. You almost didn’t want to ruminate on your feelings - your inner turmoil.

How had it gotten to this? How had the attraction you had felt for M’Baku morphed into these feelings you now had?

Feelings that brought you both joy and anguish in equal measure.

Antagonistic attraction had made you two lovers, and your constant push and pull kept things interesting between you. M’Baku was a generous man, despite his gruff exterior, and no less generous a lover.

Your pleasure was his top priority in the bedroom, he loved to tease, but it wasn’t in his nature to be cruel. Every time he tried to be stern he’d only manage a few seconds before he’d get a fit of the giggles, which in turn made you laugh. You’d cup his face in your hands and pepper him with kisses until your mutual playfulness turned heated and he reduced you to a writhing mess on his bed. Or his floor. Or his throne.

Days had morphed into weeks. You’d put in for leave from your news agency, having not had a proper vacation in years and you were having too much fun to stop yet. Now weeks had turned into two months and you had realised that somewhere along the way, in this ‘holiday romance’ that you were having, that feelings, on your side at least, had become involved.

You loved him. You loved M’Baku leader of the Jabari tribe of Wakanda.

He lived in a world so very different from your own, but he thought your country the uncivilised one, and you had to admit that, in regards to some things, he was absolutely correct.

What were you gonna do?

Okay, you knew what you should do; you should sit down with him and talk. Talk about what this thing between you actually was, where he saw it all leading, because you were starting to think that the best thing to do would be to end it all now - rip off the proverbial band-aid. You couldn’t see this relationship, affair, whatever it was, having any kind of longevity. Did you want to live in another country - live on another continent? And the Jabari - they accepted you as their leader’s lover, but would they accept you, an outsider, as something more? Did you want more? All you knew was that now, in this moment, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be loved by him and openly love him in return.

You wanted to worship at the altar that was M’Baku and show him with all you were that you thought him the most wonderful man on this earth.

Letting out a groan of frustration you thrust your useless notepad back on your bag and pulled out your camera instead, deciding to busy yourself and settle your thoughts by concentrating on something else. It worked, you lost yourself in the sound of your camera shutter, in the shifting of the lens as you focused on different images, capturing the majesty of the land that was, for the time being at least, your home. It was only when you realised you were having more and more difficulty getting a good shot that you realised that the cold had settled into you. When a large shiver hit your body, you bowed to the inevitable, packed your camera away and started your walk back to the palace and M’Baku’s quarters.

By the time you made it back inside, your teeth were chattering. As you pushed open the door to your chambers, you could feel the wall of heat hit you, but it seemed to have no effect. As your eyes adjusted to the change in light, you saw him there, crouched down by the fire, feeding it. His body glowed golden in the firelight, his impressive muscles even more defined by the light and shadow. He turned his head as you entered and then rose up to his impressive height.

“There you are, Sabi. I was getting worried.”

He crossed the space in a few strides and placed his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of them against your chilled skin made you sigh and your eyelids flutter.

“My flower, you’re freezing.”

His arms moved to embrace you and pressed in to steal his warmth.

“I’m not freezing.”

M’Baku chuckled at your assertion, that deep, rich rumble that made your heart beat just a little faster.

“You’re an awful liar.”

He moved you away slightly, and pulled your hat from your head, a small smile on his face.

“What are you wearing, ododo mi? This idoti is no good. The furs were right here.”

His fingers, so dexterous, despite their size, undid the fastenings down the front of your coat. Your mouth went dry as he pushed the fabric from your shoulders. He guided you to sit on the side of the bed and bent down to unlace your walking boots.

“And these, these are an abomination!”

He pulled them off in turn, throwing them over his shoulders and you hid your smile with your hand as they thudded off the wall, one after the other. He continued to grumble in Yoruba as he divested you of your sweater and thermal pants. Once satisfied, he climbed up onto the bed, easily man-handling you to sit, legs splayed over his lap, facing him.

“There, Sabi. That’s a lot better.”

M’Baku took hold of one of the furs laying across the bed, throwing it around his shoulders, before draping the ends over your shoulders, and holding it closed with one of his hands. Your own were resting on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. There was a comfortable silence between you, only punctuated by the crackles and pops of the fire. The chill receded from your body as you soaked in the warmth of your lover, his regular breathing relaxing you.

“Are you alright, my desert rose? You have been quiet recently.”

You drew your lower lip between your teeth, chewing it for a few moments, as you pondered your answer. This was your opening, your chance to bring up your concerns and questions about your relationship. Were you brave enough?

“I have been thinking.”

“Mmmhhmm.” His free hand rubbed gently up and down your back. “Thinking about what?”

“Me. My life. Being here. My job.” You hesitated for a moment. “Us.”

“That’s a lot of thinking. No wonder you have been so reserved of late.”

Removing his hand from your back, he tipped your chin up so he could look down at you. The firelight reflected in his eyes, making him look more ‘other-worldly’ than usual.

“Sabi, ododo mi. You are so very precious to me. Do you doubt the depth of my feelings for you?”

You tried hard for a nonchalant shrug, but could feel the tears gathering in your eyes.

“It’s just… just that… I don’t know what this is - this thing between us. And I’m worried that when it’s over I’m going to walk away with a broken heart.”

M’Baku looked at, quizzically. Removing the fur blanket from around you, he shuffled you back slightly, before wrapping back around you.

“This is my fault, for not talking to you sooner.”

Your head dipped down, your lip back between your teeth and your face turned away, so he couldn’t see the glassiness of your eyes. However, his fingers came up to your chin, holding it lightly and turning you back to face him. His other hand covered yours where they now sat in your lap, gripping each other.

“You, my beautiful flower, are like no woman, no person, I have ever met before. You may not be of the Jabari Tribe, or even Wakanda, but your heart, your soul… well Hanuman resides in them. I believe it, because how else would you explain the spark, the fire that you possess? You drive me to distraction.”

His hand left your chin to cup your face again, his thumb rubbing over your cheek bone

“You are amazing. You have learnt so much. And my people, they adore you, Sabi.”

M’Baku’s face came closer to yours and he dusted kisses over your brow.

“And I… I also adore you. I have thought on all of this too, but I realised an important thing - if she were still around, despite being the leader here, my mother, she would clip me around the ear and call me aṣiwere, a fool.”

“For getting involved with a foreign woman?”

“No, Sabi. For not telling that foreign woman that I love her. Because she believed that love was the most precious thing in this life, the greatest gift the gods bestowed on man.”

You looked at him, eyes wide and disbelieving.

“You love me?”

“I do. I love your fierceness and passion.”

He kissed each cheek in turn as you blinked at him, still trying to process what he was saying.

“I love your smile and your laugh. The way you make me smile and laugh.”

More kisses dropped gently onto your lips.

“I love this body of yours, how it fits in my arms as though it were sculpted to match.”

He tilted you back, so his lips could trail down your neck and across your decolletage.

“I love you, my Sabi Star. If I had my way I would keep you here with me forever. But I mustn’t be selfish. I know you have your life back in your country and your job.”

“M’Baku…” your heart was full, beating hard in your chest.

“What would you have me do, my love? If you want it, it is yours.”

“Make love to me, please.”

He grinned, the joy shining in his eyes, before his lips captured yours.

“All you ever have to do is ask. I will make love to you all day and all night, whenever you wish it of me.”

You both lost your clothes in haste, your naked bodies pressed together as you kissed and touched each other. M’Baku turned you, pressed you into the furs as he travelled down your body. You sighed as you relaxed into the sensual pleasure, your thighs opening for him. He gazed up at you, your eyes locked together as his large, strong hands lifted up your buttocks and brought you to his mouth. He feasted on you, drawing more and more slick from your body as you sank into bliss. One of your hands ran over his cropped hair, whilst you massaged your breasts in turn with the other.

Your lover pressed one finger inside you, and then another, your body so aroused it welcomed him with ease, as he sucked on your clit. Pleasurable pressure built up inside your abdomen, winding you tighter and tighter, until you cracked, and broke, waves of ecstasy carrying you away on a cry. Your thighs trembled and your heart soared as M’Baku slowed his ministrations, knowing your body so well and not wanting you too overstimulated.

As you recovered your breath he made his way back up your body, his smile still broad and his beard shining wetly. Your leg hitched over his hip as he moved, and as he kissed you, transferring your own essence to you, he slid home, filling you to the point of delicious fullness.

He rocked his pelvis against yours, stealing the air from your lungs with each movement. He pressed kisses to every part of your skin that he could reach, and with each caress you heard him mumble.

“Mo ni ife re. I love you.”

You reciprocated, your lips moving between his and sweat slicked skin of his neck and chest.

“I love you too, ọba mi. So much.”

He built you up higher, and as you felt his rhythm faltering, you slipped your hand between you and took his lips with yours - you wanted to feel as connected as possible with him when you both came.

A few more deep and firm thrusts and you felt him swell inside you and tremble above you. You quickened the pace of your own touch and cried out into his mouth, clenching around him as he spilt into you. Without any hesitation, M’Baku wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and rolling over, so you lay, splayed, over him. He stroked your back and kissed your forehead, all the while still telling you how much he loved you. You smiled sleepily and your eyes closed, your anxiety gone and your soul enriched.

“Ma ni ife re lailai”

Ododo mi - my flower

Idoti - rubbish

Aṣiwere - fool

Mo ni ife re - I love you

Ọba mi - my king

Ma ni ife re lailai - I will love you forever

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mermaidchansons · 1 year

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Warm Colors: Chapter 6

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: M’Baku has a future-determining meeting whilst Oshun reveals secrets to a friend.

Words: 2800+

Warnings: None

A/N: YERRRRRRRRR! Hi, lol thanks for reading!

Translations: irhamncwa (monster), inkosikazi (wife), umntakwethu (brother)

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Chapter 6:

Jabariland

A familiar icy wind brushed against M’Baku’s arms as he trekked to his throne room for a meeting with the Jabari council; Lady Ifechi and Akunna; heads of two of the Jabari’s eldest families. This meeting was one that had weighed heavy on his mind. When he first met you, he never had any intentions to let it draw out this far; to allow your courtship to gain meaning. Yet, as time wore on, he found that when he left you behind in the Americas, he had left a piece of himself with you. To feel as if something was missing in his homeland was a foreign notion. He chided himself at the idea of it, a sense of betrayal to his people creeping up his back. But there was no shaking this warmth that you had stirred within him. You had done what countless women had failed to achieve in the past. Capturing the Great Gorilla’s heart and mind was a feat that you accomplished gracefully. Now, he had to approach the council with this fact.

Hanging birch logs illuminated by lights greeted M’Baku as he entered the throne room. Jabari warriors nodded their heads toward him as he passed. He sunk down into his masterfully crafted throne and assumed his usual widened position. M’Bele, one of his most trusted friends, soon took his place beside him as the council funneled into the room.

“Thank you all for meeting on such short notice. I have made a decision regarding Ochuko’s treason and treachery. Banishment seems a worthy punishment,” M’Baku declared.

“You would let this irhamncwa live after he injured one of our people and attempted to kill many others in your absence?” Lady Ifechi had been beside herself ever since M’Baku formed an alliance with King T’Challa. She didn’t approve of the time he spent away from Jabariland as an ambassador for a king who only ‘welcomed the Jabari in when they needed our help’ she’d said.

“I will not send him to the ancestors before his time. It is their decision when he has served his purpose on this plane. Akunna?”

“Though trying as it might have been to witness a betrayal on our own land,” Akunna uttered, shutting his eyes at the thought of what could have been. “Taking a Jabari life would not sit well with our people.”

“So it is settled. Ochuko will live the remainder of his days past the borderlands of Wakanda. I have already spoken with the Border tribe leader and he will put him to work. In my future absences, M’Bele will step in as second in command,” M’Baku noted.

Ifechi nodded in agreement knowing that she was outnumbered. When it came to the safety of his people, it was hard for anyone to speak against him. Though he was revered as their leader and chief, the council would always contribute to the finality of each decision; which only made him all the more apprehensive. Puffing out his chest, M’Baku gathered himself in preparation.

“Before we end, I have a proposition of sorts. I have spent too long guiding our people with no one by my side. I would like to take on an inkosikazi.”

“Lord M’Baku, what a wonderful sentiment. Our people need a chieftess and now is the perfect time to do it. To produce heirs to lead the Jabari. Glory to Hanuman.” Lady Ifechi waxed poetically, as she had been waiting for him to bring this up for quite some time. Though never to his face, she never failed to ‘mention’ M’Baku’s need for a wife and that he wasn’t getting any younger.

“Glory to Hanuman,” the room erupted.

“One of our fisherman’s daughters, Imani, is of age. She would make a great chieftess,” Akunna informed the council.

“I’m sure Imani is beautiful but I’ve already found someone. While I’ve been away, I have been courting a black American woman and I wish to take her as my wife.”

M’Baku watched as the smiles dropped around him. His brows furrowed as he watched Ifechi and Akunna's faces contort with disapproval.

“I’m sorry but I must vote against this request. Black Americans have brought no good to this country. Look what happened when they let a child without a tribe sit on the throne in the Golden City,” Lady Ifechi reproached.

“Council, if I may, Lord M’Baku has given so much to us as a people. He has always had our best interest at hand. He has led us in battle and in life. M’Baku sacrificed his pride so that he could provide for our people. I beg’o, when will enough be enough? How much more will you have him sacrifice?”

M’Bele’s query to the council was met with silence. Rarely did he talk out of turn but he knew what needed to be said at this moment. M’Baku quietly thanked him for his words and returned his attention to his council. Tightening his fingers around his staff, he watched Ifechi and Akunna gather their answers.

“We cannot allow it. We must learn from the Golden Tribe’s mistakes. The border tribe has still yet to recover their forces. The general’s own husband taking up a sword against her over a black American with no past and no future. Is this what you wish for our people?” Akunna’s question echoed in the room and M’Baku sat defeated. How could the council ask him to choose between his heart and his people? He simply grunted in response and the council took it as his answer. They knew what kind of leader he was. His people would always come first, even if it meant sacrificing his happiness.

“It is resolved. If you want a good wife and a chieftess for our people, we will find one here. One of our own,” Lady Ifechi says before leaving the throne room, with Akunna in tow.

Disappointment swelled in M’Baku’s chest. This answer was the one he expected but not the one he hoped for. The Jabari had come so far in their joining of the other tribes. He himself sat on the elder council in The Golden City and provided efforts to ensure the future of all the tribes represented there. And yet it was not enough for some Jabari. Just as he had refused the need for technological advancements in the past, some of his people hesitated in walking into this new future of acceptance. His council included.

M’Baku rose from his throne and rolled his shoulders back, trying to elude the building grief within him. He turned to face M’Bele and placed his hand on the warrior’s armored shoulder.

“I will be gone for a week, please ensure that no mischief arises. Though you are in command, try not to imbibe on the job,” he joked half-heartedly. M’Bele chuckled but saw through his friend’s need to lighten the unfortunate situation.

“My comfort for you, umntakwethu. I know you care for this woman deeply.” M’Bele bowed his head in shared sadness and M’Baku patted his shoulder once more.

“Unfortunately, it is much more than that. I thank you for your words of comfort, my friend. I must go prepare for my trip.”

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

Megan was rolling pieces of prosciutto for the charcuterie board while you and her chatted. You groaned, standing on your toes to grab three wine glasses from the cabinet. You, Megan, and Shellee had planned a girls' night to catch up but Shellee was late as usual. Being an entrepreneur with singular control over 3 luxury nail salon locations couldn’t be easy and you knew that. But you couldn’t ignore that it was taking a toll on your friendship with her. Check-ins were sparse even during your two-month ‘break’ from sugaring. And in the times that she did call, she was hard to talk to. She was overly critical about your choices in life and was iffy at best when it came to pursuing art. Your situation had afforded you all this freedom and Shelle was always busy. You simply chalked it up to being a product of adulthood and tried not to dwell on it too much.

“So when’s M’Baku coming back? Is everything alright between y’all?”

“Things are good. We revised our contract. He’s coming back tomorrow night and then we’re leaving for a week,” you answered, walking over to the living room and placing the glasses next to a bottle of Veuve Clicquot.

“Not you getting flewed out right after punishment sex. Where’s sugar daddy taking you this time?”

You smiled as the butterflies in your tummy stirred at the thought of going away with M’Baku again. It had been a while and you couldn’t wait to make up for the lost time. Megan watched as you melted and you both erupted in giggles.

“I’m not really sure, Meg,” you beamed, placing a few pillows on the floor, “when we first made our little agreement, he asked me to make a list of places I wanted to visit. He just chooses from there.”

“That’s cute as hell. He must really like you, O.” Shrugging your shoulders, you helped her bring the food over to the coffee table.

“I don’t know about alladat. He’s just fulfilling his end of the deal.”

“Oh please,” Megan dismissed your minimization. “It’s giving Pretty Woman.”

A knock at the door interrupted you and Megan’s gushing session. Standing, you pulled your pajama shirt down and sighed.

“Okay, don’t mention you know who when she comes in. You already know what she be on,” you warned before heading to open the door.

2 Hours and a Few Drinks Later

Shellee had brought a few pre-rolls to relax with you and Meg and it didn’t take long for the stress of the day to escape her. All three of you ate, laughed, and drank. And for a moment, through the haze of smoke and champagne bubbles, it felt like old times.

You leaned your back against the newly clean couch and gave into the heaviness of your eyelids. Flashbacks of why the sofa needed to be cleaned came with each blink. His hands squeezing and kneading your hips and thighs; the gushing noises your body made every time he stroked in and out of you; his deep, rough voice singing your praises in your ear. Both your mind and your body ached for him. Getting lost in your thoughts was far too easy when it came to him.

“It’s so nice to finally be with y’all. This place is gorgeous, Oshun,” Shellee complimented, raising her glass to you. Her compliment drove you back to the present and you clasped your legs together in an attempt to distinguish the fire M’Baku continued to set even in his absence.

“It really is gorgeous, which is why I’ve been meaning to ask; can I use your loft while you’re gone?” Both you and Shellee looked at Megan in confusion.

“Meg, you have a whole ass apartment and a man,” you chuckled, “why you wanna stay here?”

“Wait, you’re leaving somewhere, O?”

“Her man is taking her on a trip, she won’t know where till tomorrow,” Megan spilled before taking another puff of the indica pre-roll. You hit her stomach and Megan coughed wildly, realizing what she had just said.

“You have a whole boyfriend, and you didn’t tell me,” Shellee questioned. Both you and Megan looked at each other and back at Shellee.

“Not exactly. It’s more of a situationship.”

“A situationship and he’s flying you out places? Nah, be fucking foreal. You got this new loft, and new clothes, you handed me silk pajamas when I walked in. What is going on, O?” You sat with Shellee’s inquiry for a moment to gather your thoughts and took a long drag from your blunt. If she really wanted to know, you’d tell her.

“You remember when Meg and I went to DC like 5 months ago? I met someone that weekend and we hit it off. But he doesn’t have the freedom to have a normal relationship so we made a sugaring contract that works for both of us and-,” you were cut off by the sound of Shellee chuckling. Your face dropped and you rolled your eyes at her.

“Why are you laughing, Shellee? You asked her to tell you,” Megan said, coming to your defense.

“I’m sorry, I just... I thought you were smarter than this, O?”

“Smarter than what? You always so damn judgemental,” you scoffed.

“Oshun, what do you know about this man, really? What does he do for work? Where does he live full-time? Who is he around when you’re not with him?” You leaned back into your pillows, looking down into your glass. You couldn’t answer any of her questions.

“You don’t even know anything about him. You can’t honestly think that this is going to last. I hope you’re at least saving whatever allowance he’s giving you. Maybe then you can actually do something with your life instead of scribbling and being some man’s pet.” Her words shot through you and blinked wildly at her.

“Oh, so I’m a pet now? This is exactly why I don’t be telling you shit. Excuse me if I don’t have my master's in business or manage multiple locations. Not everyone wants to live your #girlboss life, damn,” you shut your eyes and took a deep breath, trying your best to keep calm.

“And what, being easily expendable is better? This can’t be all that you really want, O. What do YOU want?”

“I want him! I want to paint and fuck and be happy with him and be able to breathe in this claustrophobic, capitalistic, bullshit-ass country. Is that so bad,” you yelled back, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. Shellee immediately regretted her words as soon as she saw you cry. She knew she could be harsh but seeing you visibly hurt was eye-opening.

“Shells, let’s just table it for now,” Megan muttered while rubbing your shoulders and telling you to take a couple of deep breaths.

All the previous comfort had been sucked out of the room like a vacuum. What started out as a relaxing girls' night quickly went left and Shellee knew she had caused this. It wouldn’t be the first time her words had brought down the vibe. You thought you’d be used to it by now. But seeing your position with M’Baku through Shellee’s perspective took her over the edge. It was too much for you to bear.

“Listen, I just want more for her. I’ve sugared in the past, I know how this ends. He got me through undergrad and right as I began to fall in love with him, I found out he had a whole wife and kids. He supported me for 3 and a half years and fell for him like a fool. Not realizing I was just the hired help,” Shellee sighed. She tucked a loose loc behind her ear and wiped a sole tear from her cheek.

“I know I can’t stop you from making your own decisions. And I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come at you like that. But just be careful. Try not to fall in love just because he’s showering you with lofts and trips. He could take it away at any time.”

“Too late,” you chimed.

“M’Baku wouldn’t do that, Shells. I’ve seen the way he looks at O. It’s not just a contract like they say it is. Even if it took til now for Oshun to admit it.” Megan had pointed out your lackluster confession and you groaned in despair.

“So everybody knows about this M’Baku except for me? The fuck is-” You and Megan’s pointed glares made her stop talking and she put her hands up in defeat. Shellee would just have to meet M’Baku at a later date. She grabbed your free hand and rubbed her thumb across your knuckles.

“I love you, O. And if this is what you want, I’ll support you. Regardless of the outcome, I’ll be here,” Shellee said before placing a kiss on your cheek. You silently thanked her and leaned into your two friend’s embrace.

“So can I show Shellee the painting that you did of M’Baku? He really is fine as hell, you gotta let me show her.” Megan’s request disrupted your group hug and shook your head in disapproval, chuckling.

“Oh my god, Meg. Be serious for once!”

“Nah, if he’s as fine as she says he is, I’ma need to see. To the painting!” Shellee and Megan ‘wooed’ as they left your embrace to go to your painting room. You shook your head and laughed at your friends’ antics. A chime drew your attention to the phone sitting in your lap. Unlocking your phone, you saw a new text from M’Baku.

I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Time away from you is never easy - M

I can’t wait to see you either. - O

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#m’baku imagine #m’baku x plussize!reader #m’baku x reader #m’baku x black!reader #sugardaddy!m’baku #sugar daddy fanfic #black panther fic #bpwf #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #winston duke

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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after exactly five minutes of deliberation, i have decided to open requests for namor (and possibly m’baku, if anyone requests a fic w/him)

i don’t write smut so plz respect that when requesting but i do write everything else and your requests do not have to be romantic in nature!!

#namor #namor x you #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor imagine #m’baku #m’baku x reader #m’baku x you #m’baku x y/n

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szagaloree · 1 year

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Master list?👀

Im thinking of making a master list and will be taking requests for oneshots😌🎧

#mbaku x reader #m’baku #m’baku love story #wakanda forever #black panther #king of wakanda #mbaku smut #mbaku can blow my m’back out anydayy #m’baku short story #m’baku is my baby daddy #mbaku x you #m’baku x reader

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wakandanwritings · 1 year

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meeting m’baku part two

i’m so sorry this took ages to post, my wi-fi has been giving me hell lately. but thank you for all the kind words on my debut piece, it means the absolute world to me that there are people who enjoy my midnight thoughts!

part one

warnings : none :)

side note, this man is so unbelievably beautiful 🫶🏽

ever since you first ran into m’baku (literally) you saw him at the palace more often. and even though you didn’t find it odd because you’re relatively new to wakanda, t’challa and shuri definitely found it interesting that m’baku’s visits became more frequent after your unexpected meeting.

m’baku on the other hand, found himself to be uncomfortably irritable whenever he graced the palace with his presence only to find bucky by your side. obviously the two of you were just friends but i don’t think the jabari leader knew that. shuri being the genius that she is, noticed the jealousy that painted his face every time you and buck were together.

enough time had passed and almost the whole castle noticed his stolen glances, and the softness that takes over his features when he looks at you and the bitterness that surfaced when you’re not alone. obviously you’re blind to it all and so shuri decided to intervene despite t’challa and ramonda’s disapproval.

shuri took one for the team and volunteered m’baku’s services as a tour guide for the rest of wakanda. as expected, being the drama queen he is, he grunted and rolled his eyes and begrudgingly agreed, secretly excited to show you not just his home but also the most important parts of it, far far away from the man with a metal arm.

the next morning you wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, not wanting to keep m’baku waiting. you decided on a yellow sundress that complimented your melanated skin in the loveliest way possible.

for someone who always has a smart ass remark or comment, m’baku was speechless when he saw you. during your previous meetings, he was always taken aback by your beauty but almost all of those instances included you in an oversized hoodie and while he adored the way you look in literally anything, he couldn’t deny that there’s something about the way you looked right now, in a pretty little sun dress that made him feel absolutely feral.

surprising you and everyone else in the room, he took your hand and escorted you away from the palace as you waved goodbye to shuri and t’challa, buck still asleep, shuri sporting a suspicious smile on her face and t’challa playfully rolling his eyes at his sister.

you looked up at him and smiled (even though his eyes refused to meet yours), excited and ready for what the day holds, more importantly, for what m’baku has planned.

part three soon 💜

#mcu imagines #m’baku x reader #m’baku imagine #m’baku #marvel imagines #marvel cinematic universe #wakanda forever #winston duke #mcu fanfic

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bloatedandlonly · 1 year

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Where can I find good m’baku x non specific reader fics?

All the good ones are black reader and I feel like I don’t have the right to read them (I’m poc but not black).

#m’baku #m’baku x reader #m’baku fanfiction #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther fanfiction #jabari

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stargirlfics · 1 year

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does anyone write for the black men of marvel like omg :/ i see nothing. i’m just tryna read and mbaku eating it from the back but noooooo. nothing

I don’t know of any writers off the top of my head, @chaneajoyyy will probably definitely know of some writers!

Also wait the image of him eating it from the back I….need a second cause you know he buries his entire face in it like he’s not gonna be shy about it!!!!

But um 👀 I could definitely write for M’Baku because I know that man can do it all so well like hello!!! I’m open to asks for him! I still need to see Wakanda Forever but yeah I’m a writer you can add to the list for him! I think I’ve written a few blurbs here and there but it’s been a minute and he deserves more love!!!

#m’baku more like m’blow my back out #m’baku x reader #asks

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shurishoe · 1 year

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Prompt lists

Bc why not

Ps.My cousin made this bc she said I was too boring 😒🙄

Characters: Shuri, Riri, Jamie, Scotty, Peter, T’Challa, Erik, M’Baku.

(Learning when it comes to guys)

Smut

(learning)

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“You make a sound and it’s game over.”

“No touching.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Let’s take this outside.”

“We’ll have to make it quick.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Choke me.”

“Are you just gonna stare?”

“Please, please let me come.”

“If you want it, beg for it.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Come sit on my lap.”

“God, you look good.”

“I could really use a fuck right now.”

“We can take a quick shower.”

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

“Are you sure you want to do this in the car?”

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Where are your manners?”

“Louder.”

“I bet you want me pretty bad right now, huh?”

“Are we really gonna do this in public?”

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”

“You’ve got too many clothes on.”

“Have you been good?”

“I want you so badly.”

“I can’t wait any longer.”

“Someone’s gonna hear you.”

Fluff

“I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

“I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

“I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

“You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting too.”

“I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

"All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

“They don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you.”

“No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.”

“I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You brought me breakfast?” “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I’d make sure you ate something.”

“Everything feels right when you are with me.”

“I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

“I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

“You owe me.” “I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your boy/girl-friend to get your parents off you’re back.”

“I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

“I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “'l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

“You are my family.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I’ll be right here.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

“You came all the way here for me?”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

“What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“The world gets a little brighter when your around.”

“They say we wont last.” “Then lets prove them wrong.”

Angst

(love that sad shit)

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Just please open your eyes.”

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

“Just please, don’t leave me.”

“When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?”

“Why does everyone always leave?”

“It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop.”

“Forget it. Just like you forget everything else.”

“I never ask for help because I’m not sure I know how.”

“It’s alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart.”

“What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

“I wish I was brave.”

“Whats the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?”

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t need you to tell me who I am!”

“I don’t miss you. I miss us.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Will you even miss me at all?”

‘“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy.“

“If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

"Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“You said we’d be together forever, but I guess forever really isn’t that long.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“You left without saying goodbye.”

“For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

“Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”

“Whatever you do, do not turn around.”

“No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave, and then you did.”

“I’m a fool for believing you meant what you said.”

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

“You are not your past.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“This is the third time you’ve broken a promise to me, I’m starting to think you are doing it on purpose.”

“Whatever you do, do not close your eyes.”

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.”

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

“I’m just tired of being tired.”

“Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

“I always said I’d die for you.” “I didn’t think you meant literally.”

Random

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

“I’ve never told you that before.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“Next problem… we might die.“

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

“At least I kept my promise.”

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

“…Did you just sniff me?”

“I hope you find it someday.” “Find what?” “Whatever it is you’re looking for.”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

“Are you alright?” “Yeah, why?” “You look mad.” “That’s just my face…”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Since when did you open a bakery in your house?” “Since I got bored.”

“Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” “Why didn’t you text?”

“You’re bleeding.” “No shit.”

“In case you haven’t heard, there is a bounty on your head.” “Is that why you’re here? To kill me and take the bounty?” “No. I’m here to protect you.”

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

“I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

“We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!”

“Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

“What are you doing here?” “I got locked out of my house.” “Again?”

“Run.”

“I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

“You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

“I like being wanted.” “You should NOT like be wanted by the police!”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

“What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

“Are we all on the same page?” “Yes. Just of different books.”

“Why did you break up with them?” My dog didn’t like them, and that is never a good sign.“

"I’m sorry were you talking to me? I tend to zone out whenever you stark speaking.”

“What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

“If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

#shuriri #shuri x reader #riri williams #black panther #wakanda forever #jamie urban hymn #jamie harrison #scotty x reader #king killmonger #m’baku x reader #izogie #t’challa #nakia black panther #okoye imagine #peter parker

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lifeisapitch15 · 1 year

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Gara aga, Ugbu a, N'ọdịnihu.(Past, Present, Future.)

Pairing: M’Baku x OC

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None. Yet

Summary: Kya finds her self at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunately, M’Baku finds her before the avengers do.

Melting

The next morning

I find myself waking up to Kya. Still sleep and her white hair wrapped up in a wrap. I sit up, trying to wake up. I pick her up to put her across my lap and hold her the big baby she is. She’s heavier than usual. I throw the covers off, trying to make sense of it all. She’s….. pregnant? That was fast.

“You’re up early, ukumkai wam.” She whispered. Her words made me melt. She was breathtaking. Swollen with child but still glowed brighter than the sun itself.

“I…. Ngowam?” I questioned. She laughed and hit my shoulder.

“Of course it's yours, idiot!” Her smile warmed something in me I could not explain. I’ve had many women but this one….. everything about her shined.

Wait.

Please don’t let this be a dream. I touched her belly and kissed her lips. Soft as I remember.

Then everything went dark.

Damn it was a dream.

I woke up and she was gone. I jolt up, throwing the covers off my legs. I frantically searched her bathroom. The dream threw me for a loop. She’s not there. I open the door to her living room.

“M’Baku? Everything okay?” She said before she took a bite of something in her bowl. I let out the breath I’ve been holding for what seemed like forever.

“I am…. Fine.” I walk over to her.

“Bast sake, put something on that tree trunk.” She laughed, holding out her hand, acting like she hasn’t seen it before.

“I am King of Wakanda, i will do as i please.” I smiled, holding out my arms out like i was on display. I sit on the cold chair. I shudder, hoping she didn’t notice. Her eyes never left me. Those same eyes. Her smile. I think…. It can't be.

“I got us breakfast. Hopefully its still warm.” She spoke.

“Thank you, my royal advisor. Who will I be seeing today?”

“ you have a meeting with-“ suddenly the door swings open.

Great, the dressers are here.

They walk in and move the food. Placing all sorts of pants and dresses on the table

“Hey! I wasn’t finished.” she yelped. I get up ,knowing the routine. They put my clothes on quickly and took me to the bathroom. They all tried to fit but couldn’t due to the smaller bathroom. They’re job was to dress me quickly before my day starts. Before my life begins. One stays while the others rush to

Kya. Turn my head to make sure they don’t leave and to see her get dressed. The woman cuts the middle of my eyebrow on the right. She begins to cuss me out, I apologize but my head never moves.

She was struggling. It was hilarious. She couldn’t stand still. They put on one outfit. Didn’t fit or it didn’t go together. They place a black cloth to pull her hair back but keep her bangs out. They place an off-the-shoulder top with a black corset on top. Her chest is almost on full display. The woman shoves a toothbrush into my mouth. I forgot where i was.

“I can brush my own teeth. Thank you.” I say.

Overstepping as usual.

I brush my teeth and spit. The sink was nearly below my waist. I looked at my cut in my eyebrow, I realized how different I looked.

The same but…… different.

Better somehow.

They try to push me out of the bathroom so they can groom her but I sit on the toilet. They ignore me as they brush her teeth. She can't keep up. She just looks adorable as she tries to find herself in many hands. They add finishing touches as they put on her sandals.

“Is she to your liking, my King?” They all present her to me.

“She is beautiful.” I said, astonished. The rest of her outfit consists of an off the shoulder black dress with long sleeves that flare out. A corset that had a brown wrap around it. The dress touched her beautiful feet.

How did they put black polish on her feet and nails?

They rush out.

“Do you do this every morning?” She snickered.

“Every day.“

She turns to walk out but turns around to me

“We have work to do, my King.” She grabs the binder,flipping through the pages and finds what she needs to see.

“The council is to see you first and then the tribe's people. They have a multitude of problems they need you to sort.” She reads and reads.

As we walk, she still reads. I thought since she was from the future she know what was going to happen in the future. What was her role? Was she a peasant?

We get many looks as she walks next to me. The whispers grow as I walk up to the throne.

“Silence!! Whispers behind the Kings back lead to treason!” I said loudly. Making sure they get the message.” Let’s get on with it.”

They talk about trades and other things. Boring in it own right. I nod off to sleep. Feel a pitch on my arm, waking me up. Whoops.

They conclude.

“That is all my King.” The leader of the Dora milaje bows and hits her staff on the ground twice. No one gets up. They all look at Kya and at each other.

“You look as if there is an elephant in the middle of the room. SPEAK UP.” I yell. An elder spoke.

“My king. Who is she?” All eyes turn to her. As they should be.

“My royal adviser.” A Dora Milaje speaks up

“Was she not your prisoner?” They asked, making everyone in the room erupt.

“SILENCE! Please…” I gulped. Why am I nervous?

“She is no longer a threat. She seems to be organized and smart in her own right. I need help since I’ve never run a kingdom before. I did not feel the need to run it by you since I am King. All of you dismissed.” No further questions were asked. Everyone cleared out. Even my advisor.

“I- I am sorry for today” I speak softly, being apologetic, catching her before she walked out.

“It’s okay. I’m used to royal speculation.” She giggles. Her laugh. Her face. Her smile. Perfection.

Wait

“ What do you mean by that?”

“I am the daughter of King t’challa.” She said boldly.

“You cannot be! He is dead!”

“He had a child before he passed.” She said quietly.

I wasn’t upset. How could I not know this?! We could be training his offspring? I’m not fit to rule… let him take my place.

“We are right where we need to be. For right now.” That broke me out of my thoughts.

“Ah! What do you mean?” I stand up and walk towards her. “After all this you do not want to stay?!”

“Yes! I need to go home!”

“How will you get there? By hopes and dreams? You are safe here.”

“But my family?! They miss me, my mother misses me. I miss home!….” She started tearing up.

“I could make this home for you…” I grabbed her hands, placing her hands on my chest.

“I’m sorry.. we don’t know what will happen if I stay too long where I don’t belong.”

Then we will find a way home for you and maybe test to make sure you are safe, okay?”

She nodded and pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek.

“You are too kind M’baku.” Her sweet voice fills my ears. She brings me a joy I’ve never felt before. I pull her in tighter, trying not to break her as if she was glass.

“Let us make our leave. We start immediately.” I said. I don’t want her to leave but I will not deny her. It will break my heart but seeing her happy is all I need.

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Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

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

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

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Water. There was water everywhere.

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

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

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

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

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

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

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

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am not,” you still responded.

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

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

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

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

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

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

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought.

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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