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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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“Best Baba Ever”

~So, in honor of Father’s Day, this is a one-shot of M’Baku the BaBa. I rarely see any work on M’Baku as a daddy so here it is.

WARNING: Extreme Fluff and some tear jerkers

PAIRING: M’Baku X Black Plus Size Reader

It was cooling Summer’s morning when the Great Lord, M’Baku, was in a deep slumber. He lied in the double king sized bed enjoying his well-deserved sleep when the quiet pitter patter across the floorboard eased into his dream. A tug of his finger got his eyes to flutter to a blurred silhouette. Once his vision was back, he grinned a gap tooth smile at his middle child, Amahra; the three-year-old angel that had his wrapped around his finger. Her oversized brown eyes and set of huge afro puffs was perfect to her cocoa skin, like her father’s. “Good mawning, BaBa. Did you sleep well”, she asked as she climbs onto the matress. He brought her to his chest and said “indeed, I did. And you? How did my princess sleep?”

“Good. Happy baba’s day”, she kissed his cheek and he said “awe, thank you, my dear. She smiled up at him with her little teeth and he did the same like her, eyes shut and all. “Mama is downstaiws. She has a surpwise for you but I am not ‘posed to say anyting”, she said moving as he chuckled. “Ah then I will pretend to be shocked then, yes?” She nodded and ran to the bathroom. “Come, BaBa. You have to get weady” she said running back to grab his hand and making him get out of bed. He sat her on the counter once he started to brush his teeth. “So, I am guessing your oldest brother and youngest are helping as well, yes’ he asked once he spat and started to wash his face. She shook her head while covering a giggle and he slowly put his face to her and started to make gorilla noises making her laugh more. “Siwy, baba” she said still laughing. He picked her up and they made their way down the hall.”

You were in the kitchen making a huge king’s breakfast with your oldest son who was also six years old. “Monte, is all the pineapple cut,” you asked him as he sat in the chair cutting. “Yes, mama. So, is the bananas, melon, apple and kiwi.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and messily tussled his dreads. “That’s my little lord. Okay, help me set this table to please”, you asked and he happily obliged. He placed four plates, cups, and all silverware as you placed the food on the huge table. Your newborn baby boy, Mustafa, was wrapped in a cloth that Queen Mother gifted you so he can be cuddled into your chest.

“Ah, my family is all here,” M’Baku said with his little girl’s legs around his waist. You looked at him as your eldest ran up to him with open arms. “Happy BaBa’s Day.” Monte wrapped his arms around his father’s leg and M’Baku chuckled. He picked him and said “thank you, my son”; Monte kissed his cheek and M’Baku did the same. You leaned against the counter watching them all together. It warmed your heart that you were able to give and have the family that you two always dreamt of. He continued to hold the children as he made his way to the table where you stood. “Happy Father’s Day, my Lord,” you said and he replied “thank you, my Lady”, with a kiss to your lips.

“What do we have here? Hm, vegan bacon & sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, pancakes and waffles, toast and a nice fruit salad with juice and coffee. Well, what would you all eat”, he asked and heard the kids say “baba, you have to share”; he roared with laughter. He sat the children in their seats as you fed the new baby and yourself. He held your hand as you all ate and after breakfast, you all sat together outside to enjoy the fresh air. The kids played in the green meadow as you two sat with Mustafa watching them. “That was a nice surprise. Thank you, my love.” You two kissed but you said, “that was not the surprise.”

“It wasn’t”, he asked with a brow rose up. “You giggled and said “children. It’s time.” The kids ran in the house as you watched and they handed him a leather-wrapped item. “Hm, seems heavy,” he said before unwrapping it and once he did, his lips were parted and his heart felt like it was rapidly breathing. It was a piece of mahogany wood with a carving which said “Wuv you, baba. You r de best baba ever. Love Amahra, Monte and Mustafa.” He held it in his lap as he covered his mouth speechless with one tear dropping. You rubbed the back of his neck and looked up to you then to the children who stood in front waiting for his response. “The kids wrote the message on paper and I engraved into the piece,” you said still waiting. “It’s amazing. Thank you, my family” he said through a few more tears. Amahra wiped his tears and sat between you two while Monte sat on his left. “I love you all so much” he placed a kiss on everyone’s head; first with Monte, Amahra, Mustafa and yourself.

You all spent more time together especially after dinner and before everyone went to bed. He placed Mustafa in his crib in your shared bedroom and looked back at you, sleeping. He hung the new piece to the wall and lied in bed, snuggling up to you. “Best day ever.”

I hope you all enjoyed. Please let me know if I would like to see more M’BaBa work done.

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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What You Deserve

Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Lemon? In other words, SMUT. :) I feel like some of my dialogue is too explicit, but I think I'm overreacting. Cause that's what I do best, overreact.. Enjoy!

Lightning striked across the dimmed sky once again, brightening up the otherwise dark living room. Rain hit against the house in a calming yet steady beat and drummed lightly against the windows. Sitting up from the couch, you turned off the television and tossed the remote into the coffee table before you. Standing with a stretch that reached towards the sky.

Three raps against the front door pulled you from your thoughts. Leaning onto the soft couch, you looked into the driveway to see a familiar truck parked behind your car. With a furrow of your brow, you hurried to the front door. A smile tainted your lips as you opened the door to his large stature.

"It's a little wet out there, huh.." You teased, looking at a soaked Winston. He smiled, giving a playful eye roll as you let him in. "Why are you out in the rain?" The giggle left your lips as he slipped out of his shoes. To prevent tracking wet footprints through your house.

The peach colored material of his shirt clung to his body, showing its definition. Pants only getting a taste of the rain. His beard dripped onto his shirt, adding to its moisture. "I can't come see my baby?" He caught your wrist, smirking as he eased you towards him.

"Unh uh, playboy.." Your hands rested against his wet chest as you laughed. "You not getting me wet."

He laughed at that, nodding as he mumbled 'aight, I see how it is'. Stepping back, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt before lifting it. You nibbled on your bottom lip, watching the movement of his muscles. "Slow it down for me, baby."

He obeyed your wish, taking his time to slip off his shirt. Revealing a smile to you once he'd pulled it off. "You just wanted me shirtless.." Wiping his face, he pulled you to him by your waist. "..sneaky ass." You moaned as he smacked your ass, groping one of your cheeks.

"Can you blame me?" Looking up at him through your lashes, you purred softly. Nails grazing his stomach. "I have you all to myself, and I can't seem to get enough."

He growled as he picked you up with ease, dropping his shirt to the welcome mat below. "You think you can handle more?" Both his hands palmed your backside as he carried you to the couch. Moving through the dark with ease since he'd been there so many times.

"You're real cute, Winny.." Your fingertips massaged his beard, pulling him towards you gently. "You think you stand a chance, huh?" Pecking his lips, you grinned to tease him.

He captured your lips, deepening the kiss as he eased your shorts and panties down. With the help of you lifting your hips. Without looking, he tossed the articles of clothing aside. "You must need a reminder of who I am, baby.."

You moaned softly as he brushed a thumb over your clit. His thumb becoming coated with your arousal. "Because if my memory is correct, the last time you challenged me on my stamina.." He brought his thumb up to his lips, tasting your sweetness. "..I had you trembling beneath me and this sweet little pussy couldn't stop wetting me up."

Propping yourself on your elbows, you watched him as he kissed along your stomach. His soft lips pressing two kisses to your little fupa. He opened your thighs, pressing kisses to the back of them as well until he came face to face with his favorite fruit. "Look at this shit right here.." A growl pushed from his throat, making you bite your lip.

Opening your plump folds, he mumbled to himself with a small smile. Something along the lines of 'Im about to fuck you up'.

Your gasp filled the air as he began his devouring. Lapping up your sweet nectar with desire. His suctioned kisses sparked ecstasy through you, a distraction as his fingers fumbled with your nipples beneath the tank top you wore. Rolling the erect buds gently between his fingers.

You hissed a curse, resting a leg over his shoulder. "There you go, baby. Do yo thangg.." Grinding your hips to the rhythm he'd created as he replied a teasing 'do my thang?'. Letting your back fall back against the couch, he released your nipples from their sweet torture. "Do yo thangg."

Rubbing a hand over his short coils, your nails massaged his scalp. Evoking a growl as he removed his hands from your breasts, smoothing them both down your sides. He rested his arm over your lower stomach, holding you down from squirming. "Lemme hear those pretty moans of yours.." Two of his fingers slipped into you, finding your spot with ease. As if he'd memorized its location.

"Oh Goddd.." You groaned, arching from the cushions as you came. The man learned all your weaknesses. He chuckled at your outburst, pressing a kiss to your thigh before trailing them back towards your full lips.

"Baby girl, you should know better by now.." He smirked, brushing his lips against your jaw. You felt him pulling himself free, though you couldn't see him doing so. His dark orbs holding yours captive. "..he can't save you from me."

Your lips parted as he massaged his tip against your clit, slow with a few gentle taps. "But you know that.." He pressed a few kisses under your chin as he eased into you, exhaling at the feel of you hugging him. "..don't you?"

Your hands went to his biceps, holding him as you mumbled under your breath. Repeated 'fuck you, Winston's. He started a slow grind, rolling his hips into you. "I love you too, baby.."

His lips caught yours with a few pecks before he chuckled. Letting you get a taste of you from his tongue. You tightened around him, making his hips jerk. He released you from his kisses to stop his stroking. Smirking as you sent him a playful wink. "Keep playing with me.."

You smirked as you rubbed a hand along his body, looking up at him. "And if I do?"

"I need to make you a believer, huh.." He moved you closer to him by your hips before pushing your knees towards your chest. Opening you up to him more. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he began fucking you slowly. The wet sounds of your sex and the soft moans you released made him growl. He pushed a bit deeper, allowing you to rest your hand on his stomach. Just above his navel.

You moaned out, eyes rolling at the slow stretch. "You and this damn voodoo dick. I swear.." Looking down at what had Winston memorized, you bit your lip. Your gloss coated parts of your inner thighs as well as his length, making the vein that ran along his thickness prominent.

He smiled, resting both his hands at either side of your head. Delivering sudden strokes that danced with your soul. "Isn't this what we needed? What you wanted? What you deserve?"

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tallulahchanel · 5 years

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Brown Sugah Baby by @lady-olive-oil

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babygirlofwakanda · 5 years

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With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind. Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste rattled in your throat with every cough and breath you took.

Glancing around the bathroom you could see the floor and bedroom peeking in filled with empty, half-full and even broken bottles of wine. With your ruined marriage lingering on your mind you could only focus on the way your three kids would react. Knowing that they had to depend on you, you knew M’Baku would pay for sacrificing your family for a quick fuck.

Chapter One — The Betrayal

Chapter Two — The Manipulation

Chapter Three — The Consolation

Chapter Four — The Revelation

Chapter Five — The Humiliation

Chapter Six — The Gentleman

Chapter Seven — The Stimulation

Chapter Eight — The Return

Chapter Nine — The Confrontation

Chapter Ten — The Rehabilitation

Chapter Eleven — The Opposition

Chapter Twelve — The Resolution

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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BSB: Chapter 7

[THANK HANUMAN IT’S WORKING. The struggle I went through to get this out. Make sure you share it: like and critique is already appreciated. THANK YOU GUYS!]

Warnings for the sexual encounter, will be in bold black letters leading up to the event itself.

Warnings: sexual themes [wrap it before you tap it] & language

WC: 3.9K [I SNAPPED]

It seemed as though everything around them, seized to stop. The only noise that could be heard, was the sound of their heartbeats and gentle moans. A few soft caresses and effortless tugs on one another, neither of them wanted this moment to stop.

“It’s too quiet in there. They’re either; about to get it on or actually there isn’t anything else they could be doing.” T’Challa always knew when to stop while he was a ahead and most of the time his words come out confusing is stressful times. But then time however, the group agreed with him.

“Finally. The girls on the dance team owe me $20 each for this.” Nattie smirked gently and back away from the door.

Nakia has a mischievous look in her eyes, upon glancing at Erik.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, my love?” Arching her brow, she earned a smirk from him.

“If you’re thinking about going after Sean, then great minds think alike.” Erik pulled her close and kissed her nose.

“Exactly what I was thinking. You guys wanna roll?” Nakia asked and rallied up the troops.

“Hell yeah. We’ll catch em tomorrow.” Nattie grabbed T’Challa’s hand and headed down the hall.

Back in the room, Nefe couldn’t help but love the feeling of M’Baku touching her, admiring the way his tall stature had engulfed hers. Without a shadow of a doubt, she didn’t want to leave. He lifted her off the floor, to hoist her legs around his waist.

“M’Baku!” The squeal that left her lips, was a genuine one. His soft laugh echoed after her, keeping her back angled on the wall, continuing his tender pecks along her neck.

“Yes my love?” He let all his emotion take over and wasn’t ashamed to do so.

His lips trailed kisses up and down her heated neck, receiving compassionate praises from his love. He never thought they’d get to this point. Yet here they were; locked in a tight embrace, bodies shaking in desire and want. Never wanting to let go.

“W-we should stop…” Nefe’s voice betrayed her yearning to be closer to him as much as she wanted. As quick as road runner running away from Wil E. Coyote, M’Baku had pinned his lady against the deep red duvet on her bed.

M’Baku froze in place, glancing into her eyes as they conveyed mixed emotions. He nuzzled his hair against hers, gaining a giggle.

“Are we going too fast? I don’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with-”

“M’Baku, shhh. We can still do this, trust me I’ve been dreaming of it.” She pecks his full wanting lips gently, holding his face to convey her emotions to him.

“As have I, malkia wangu. (My love)” he whispered back before sitting up with her in his lap, holding on tight. After years of just being friends a true and honest kiss happened. One that was better than before.

“I still want you. I will always want you, yet I want to do this the right way. How about a date?” She suggested, tracing his strong jawline with her fingernails.

“A date? I have an even better idea. How about a weekend in New Orleans, just the two of us?” The tone he had whilst suggesting this spontaneous trip, made Nefe purr like a kitten in heat. She never thought she would ever get this point in time with someone she only considered her best friend. This time around she went with her heart.

“Hmm. A mini trip to Nola huh? Sounds wonderful to me, I’d love to go on a trip with you M’Baku.”

“Wait really? Truthfully?” He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. He had a goddess among men in his hands and just enjoyed the moment for as long as he could.

“Why would I lie? I may hide a few things but I’d never lie. This has been a long time coming M’Baku, and I’m going in with my heart. We’d have to take it slow.” Nuzzling into his neck with pleasant gesture, she meant every word.

“Then it’s settled. This weekend, you and me, are going to New Orleans for much...needed...getaway.” Emphasizing each word with a gentle kiss along neck, she erupted in a fit of giggles again.

“Baku! Stop it, that tickles.”

“I could listen to you laugh all day. But we must get back to our friends.”

With a delicate sigh, she nodded and shimmied off his lap, holding out her hand for him to take.

“Come on, great gorilla.”

“Coming, my Queen.”

This man did so much for her and vice versa, that she finally could see her true feelings shining through. Walking out of her room hand in hand, down towards the main foyer of the DST house, their fingers were locked in a sweet embrace. It just felt right for them

It seemed as though the party had died down, and everyone went home. Meeting up with the others at the house pool was convenient. Once everyone met up, the two were met by their group of friends, who all but seemed surprised by the two.

“Oh well lookie lookie.” Nattie grinned at them, while dusting off her silk red pj pants.

“Uh yeah. I’ll explain later, what happened to y’all?” Nefe asked with a quizzical look on her face.

Their friends had dirt patches on them in various places; a few hairs out of place, looking just rough.

“Alright I must ask this, who won?” M’Baku broke the silence and saw two hands raise up. Who did the hands belong to? None other than Erik and Nakia.

“Who was the fight with anyway?” Asked a perplexed Nefe, who rested her head on M’Baku’s shoulder.

“I’ll give you a guess..” Nattie mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Dragging the girls to the edge of the pool to just let their feet dangle in the water.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh but they did. They wiped the floor with his scrawny ass.” Nattie nodded in encouragement.

“He got knocked the fuck out!” Erik exclaimed in hysterics, still high from his recent escapades.

“Y’all are something else. Let’s just hope he won’t press charges.” Nefe pointed out as she felt a sudden change in heat by her right side.

“Y’all look cozy after all.” Okoye smiled happily.

“Mhm, too cozy. Spill it!” Nakia nugged Nefe and caused the group to erupt in laughter.

“Well we came to an agreement, a very hot agreement.” Nefe rolled her eyes and playfully hit M’Baku on his knee.

“It got quiet in there and we were worried-” T’Challa was cut off by Nattie hitting his arm.

“Y’all were by the door?! I can not believe y’all.” Nefe couldn’t help but picture her friends on the other side of the door, while softly laughing.

“But y’all did make up though right? You’re welcome.” Erik winked at Nefe and gained an eye roll, before M’Baku kissed her gently in front of them.

The whole group broke out in cheers and applause, causing the new couple to feel the heat rush to their faces.

��It may take some time to say it, but I know I feel it.” M’Baku admitted to Nefe, prompting her to hide her face in his neck.

“I know. I feel it too, don’t worry.”

“Now that’s that’s settled, what are everyone’s plans for this weekend?” T’Challa questioned as Nattie hands him another beer.

“Well, Nefe an di are going to New Orleans for the weekend. To you know, get to know each other more.” The cunning smirk that was etched M’Baku’s face was full of triumph and accomplishment.

“You don’t say? Well g’head playa.” Erik gave M’Baku a fist bump and T’Challa gave him a high five.

The girls giggled at Nefe and caused her to do the same.

He had earned his alone time with Nefe more than ever. It had been years leading up to this important weekend. From Friday to Monday, they’d be alone. In another city; in a hotel, surrounded and emerged in the love that is New Orleans. Nothing is going to ruin this trip.

“Little vacation ain’t hurt nobody. We’ll be back Monday night, right?” Nefe looked at M’Baku for confirmation.

Nodding at her with sincerity, he couldn’t get enough of how elegant she looked at this very moment. He was truly in love with how this gorgeous woman, had escaped her binds and fell into his arms. He thought he was in a deep slumber, but it was all reality.

“Make sure to take lots of pictures too.” Nattie reminded her.

“Can’t say you’ve been somewhere if you don’t take pictures.” Okoye pointed out as well.

As the height died down, the story of how Erik and Nakia got their hands on Sean was the biggest highlight of the night.

“So we just found him with Melanie, near the hookah machine right? Erik grabbed him and was like, ‘listen man. I don’t like how you’ve been treating my sister like you have.’ He was just going in.” Nattie explained

“And wasn’t having Erik be all in his face and shit either. So Sean was like ‘I don’t give a fuck. She’s my girl anyway. She’ll do as I tell her to. When you see her, tell her that a real man is looking for her’ and Erik just pushed him. Rammed him into the nearest tree and wailed on him.” Nakia exclaimed, the group chuckled at her impression of Sean.

“Next thing we know, he was fighting him near the fountain. Driving punches to his face left and right, like Adonis Creed. Sean tried to choke him out, but with the strength of the Black Panther-” T’Challa couldn’t help but laugh too hard, while explaining his part, that it caused him to start snorting.

“He winded up holding him underwater for a few seconds, before campus security came to tear them apart. That’s how we all ended up back here, along with a warning.” Okoye finished it off with grace.

“Y’all are wild. I can’t have a moment without y’all getting into something.”

“You have M’Baku to keep you happy now hun. We can handle ourselves.”

Nattie did have a point, even when Nefe didn’t want to admit it.

“I guess you’re right. Well, we all have to get up in the morning. Gotta leave early to head to Nola, y’all have volunteer hours. Tell professor Cunningham I’ll be gone and email me the assignments. My other professors know I’ll be gone.” Nefe dusted her shorts off, before kissing M’Baku’s head.

“We’ll keep y’all posted soon enough. If Erik goes to jail, we’ll bail him out.” Nakia made a promise and Erik scoffed, laying his arm around her neck.

“Good.”

The next few hours were restless for Nefe. She could hardly sleep and it was driving her mad. After a midnight snack, double stuffed Oreos and milk, she finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

-Next Morning-

“Ok. So I got at least four outfits just in case I decide to switch it up. Along with 3 pairs of shoes, one pair of heels that go with everything. Body stuff and I’m good.” Nefe was going through her weekend bag and noted everything she had and needed.

“Come on Nefe. We gotta go! Slow as shit.” M’Baku called up from the car, which was a black Tahoe.

“Boy if you don’t quit rushing me! I’m coming damnit!”

That’s how it went on for the next hour or so on the way up. Nefe was sound asleep in the passenger, the motion of the car lulled her to sleep. With a gentle smile, M’Baku moved a braid away from her face. Admiring her facial structure and how lucky he is to have her. After calling they’re friends to let them know that they’d made it safe to their hotel, M’Baku tucked Nefe into bed.

(Warning #1: Dirty part coming up soon)

The next few days were pure joy. From going down to the French Quarter; eating jambalaya, taking in a few live jazz shows, touring the bayou and enjoy all that New Orleans had to offer.

On their last night, they decided to have a romantic dinner. Brennan’s was recommended by Nefe’s parents highly. It had an amazing view of the street with all lights glistening in the southern sunset.

The dress Nefe wore, was a sleek golden yellow bodycon dress that left nothing to imagination. The sleeves accentuated her elongated arms; the bodice stuck to her curves in all the right places and angles. Making it appear to be painted on, the ruffles made her god given assets look glorious. Her shoes, were to die for. The black heels and gold accents made her look taller than before. M’Baku wore a matching golden yellow long sleeve shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a slick pair of yellow Stacy Adams to match.

“Damn we look good, but you my love are breathtaking.” He whispered gently in her ear, as they both took a picture together in the floor to ceiling mirror. The soft gesture caused the nubian goddess to chuckle elegantly. He half of the silver gorilla necklace was tucked into his shirt, so it wouldn’t make much noise.

“M’Baku my love, this is only the beginning of what is to come if you play your cards right.” Placing a delightful kiss upon his cheek, she dusted off his shoulders from any possible lint that was caught on his shoulders.

“Oh? You see more for us from here?” He watched her drift away from, bending over to grab her clutch. Great Hanuman, he thought to himself watching her more with grace and elegance.

“Why of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Adjusting her half of the silver gorilla necklace, that was gracefully placed upon her bosom, Nefe smiled at her dear friend.

“Well, you know my secret and why I am here. You don’t want me for my titles; my notoriety, the money. What do you desire from me?” The question hung in the air as gentle as a feather drifting in the breeze. The look on her face was unreadable, then shifted to a soft one.

Caressing his cheeks with her thumbs, she looked into his eyes with sincerity. Feeling the pain of his past wash over his face. Nefe could tell that M’Baku had been severely hurt by the women he’s dated in the past. Especially Melanie, which she depicted herself that she didn’t know he was a prince. That was just the icing on the cake.

“M’Baku, my forever love, we’ve known each other for years. My views on you haven’t changed then, and they won’t now. Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean I expect anything less of you. You’ll always be my best friend no matter what, and if the timing is right maybe even your girlfriend. So on and so forth.” The way she explained made his heart flutter against his chest as he held her close.

“That makes me happy to hear you say that. Truthfully, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. Now how should I ask you to be mine?” taking her hands in his, he led her out of their hotel room, towards their car waiting for them to take them to Brennan’s.

“Depends on how you do after dinner.” with a sly smirk in his direction, M’baku was up for the challenge.

(Warning #2: Dirty part coming)

Dinner was absolutely amazing. The atmosphere; the company, the food was to die for. The icing on the cake was the dessert. M’Baku couldn’t wait to have Nefe all to himself on their king sized bed, back at the hotel.

He picked her up with ease, before getting into the elevator. Their hands were clawing at each other, for release. He hiked up her right leg around his waist and rolled his hips into hers, trailing his full thick lips against her heated neck.

“M’Baku…” Nefe groaned in a hushed tone, feeling her skin overheat in desire. Hearing the elevator ding, the two pulled apart and ran towards their room to continue their rendezvous.

Locking the door behind him M’Baku had sauntered over towards Nefe; unzipping her dress from the back. The fabric fell down her shoulders and pooled around her dainty feet. Leaving her in an all black silk and lace lingerie, that highlighted her curvaceous figure. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight of the French doors.

Facing him, she unbuttoned his yellow shirt and let it fall to the ground as well. Discarding the rest of their clothes, she pulled him closer to her body.

(Warning #3: Dirty part!!! Count to 60 or skip)

“My my. Aren’t you a sight behold. Glory to Hanuman..” M’Baku picked her up once more, pulling her into a lustful kiss that was knee buckling. Her moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear a symphony. Their actions were breathtaking even, and they didn’t come up but a few second before going back at it.

With the help of his phone, the soft melody of Floetry, Say Yes, played through the room as a soundtrack to the perfect night. Amongst other 90’s R&B jams to help set the mood.

Grinding her hips against him, he moaned against her lips, falling back on the bed between her delectable thighs. She looked down at him with a mischievous smile but it soon shifted when he flipped them over, having him on top.

As the kissing commenced, his lips traveled down her body. Making sure no skin was unkissed or groped.

“M’Baku you tease…ohh” her breathing was heavy and wanting, it hitched when she felt his tongue upon her bundle of nerve. Tugging and sucking relentlessly, as her nimble fingers gripped the back of his neck.

Her back arched like a bow, waiting to release its arrow, just as his tongue flickered with a swiftness and dipped in her heated treasure. Making her yelp in ecstasy, his digits moved faster and faster, her hips rotated against his skillful mouth. Changing her orgasm she finally calmed down, catching her breath.

“You-you’re too good at that.”

“I’m better at other’s things as well, my queen.” Licking his fingers clean of her essence, they eyed each other like lions in heat.

She beckoned him to come closer with her hooked index finger, and he obliged.

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked once more to make sure he didn't overstep her boundaries. Her consent was important to him above of all, next to pleasing her. She nodded her head gently.

“Yes my love. I need you.” Her body shook with desire and he was going to give it to her.

He made sure that the condom was on at least 3-4 times, you can never be too careful. He positioned himself at her heated entrance, holding her hips to glide in slowly to get her to adjust. It wa obvious that she hadn’t had a man the size of M’Baku before, it showed on her heated face as her eyes closed tight.

“Look at me, I need to see the elegant faces you make when you scream out into the heavens.” his lips ghosted against hers, her muscles adjusted to his size as she pulled him down to a hot searing kiss. He was sheathed fully inside of her, taking in the warmth of her body as they rocked back and forth under the royal purple silk sheets.

“Glory to Hanuman, you are tight.” Lacing their fingers together, placing her hands above her head, his speed increased.

The faces she made were indescribable. She kept her eyes on his like a pro, moving her hips with his in tandem. Once he let her hands go, they found purchase on his ebony skin and her nails clawed down his back. It motivated him to go harder and faster. They both earned this moment more than ever.

“Nefertiti…” He groaned out this time, and it stirred something deep within her that caused a rift. Her muscles contracted around him again, milking him for everything had.

There was a sudden empty feeling and it caused her pout. She was dripping literal honey and the scene before him caused M’Baku to grow harder. Flipping her over, her ass in the air and her face in the pillows, her expression changed quick. He slid into her again in this new position and went harder.

The noises that left her swollen lips, filled the room. Sure enough to alert their neighbors, but they didn’t care. Pushing her hips back on him, twerking a bit earned her a smack on her rounded ass.

“Shit!” She squealed and moaned again, leaning her head back. Letting her braids dance along her back, she glanced back at M’Baku like a cheetah on the hunt.

“You like that?” He whispered hotly in her ear, as he went faster. The movement she made, made him moan this time. Pure music to her ears, holding the back of his head close to her neck. They seemed to move closer by the second.

His chest was to her back, the both sat up and faced the mirror so strategically placed by the bathroom.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be squeezing you like a python right now, now would I?” Her voice was strained as her head was on his shoulder, his lips were on her neck. Their bodies moved in sync, as both their highs approached. Watching him move in and out of her, covered in her essence, made her body grow hotter.

“A python has nothing on you, cause dear god woman you are exquisite.” His rough hands squeezed her heaving breasts, pinching her nipples to get her over faster. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a handful of his ass, clutching on to him for dear life. Sweat glistening their bodies as the euphoric ambiance took over them.

His rhythm was like poetry. Drawing her in like a Shakespearean sonnet on a hot summer day. His body fit against hers like a glove, snug and secure. Wrapping his arms around her fully, turning her head to kiss her with such force and heated tension. It was now his job to be her protector, and he was willing to take on the job.

He felt her body shake, a clear sign that she was close to her release.

“M’Baku, I can't hold it anymore.” She whined, her voice strained against his lips once more.

“Let go. I’m right behind you.” He gave her the clear to let go and once she did, he followed suit. Filling up the condom as much as he could. He slid out gently, tying the condom and tossing it away.

(You can come back now!!!)

Nefe laid there in pure bliss, and closed her eyes to feel her body tingling. She was still burning and the cool sheets made it better. She snuggled up against M’Baku, once he came back from the bathroom. The sheet stayed at their waists, as the sounds of soothing R&B careered the perfect atmosphere. She traced shapes on his chest, heading his heartbeat.

“That was better than I expected.” He finally spoke.

“Better than your expectations?” The gleaming look in her eye, was a pleasant one. Kissing her head, she felt prideful and full of love. Finally, she felt as though she was a woman.

“Way better. You, my queen, exceeded them. In fact, how about a second round?” Kissing her softly, she draped her leg around his waist and straddle him.

“This time, I lead~” Kissing him back with so much love and adoration, she trailed kisses down his body in return.

“Dear Hanuman…” He groaned, and kept his eyes on her the whole time.This was going to be a long hot night.

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kkeidawrites · 5 years

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Still beautiful

M’baku x black!reader

Reader has recently given birth and is starting to feel like her body will never return to being beautiful, her hubby has other ideas.

Imani tiredly put down Atsu in his crib, after finally getting him to stop crying. It has been a few days since the twins birth and quite a surprise that she was having twins but all a blessing in the end. However, Imani wished she could say the same for her body earlier she walked pass the mirror in her and M’baku’s bedroom and looked at her stretch on her thighs. She ran her hands over her marks and sighed sadly wishing they would go away that instant. Apparently, her glum mood had her babies begin to fuss and she sighed in frustration of just getting them to sleep.

Gently shushing them, she rubbed Adongo’s stomach and kissed their heads as they quieted their whining. Kissing their heads for a final time, Imani tip toed out the room and closed the door behind her sighing softly. Heading to her bedroom she saw her full length mirror again and grabbed a blanket from a chair throwing it over the mirror to hide her reflection.

“My love, what are you doing?” Her husbands voice started her and she turned to look at his hulking figure at the doorway with his arms crossed. It always seemed to amaze her how handsome her husband was, his intimidating stance made him look 10x sexier.

“As much as I enjoy you gauking over me, you have yet to answer my question.” He said as he stepped closer and pulled her to his chest, kissing her. Imani smiles in the kiss and pulled back to hug him.

“I was doing nothing, I had returned from tending to our sons. They are so stubborn to fall asleep I blame you for it.” Imani teases as M’baku laughed.

“I believe their stubbornness is more of your trait my love, but, why did you put a blanket over the mirror?” He asked. She looked down at his chest and M’baku gently gripped her chin to look up at him.

“Baku...do you still find me beautiful? After birth?” She asked. M’baku’s eyes widened at her question and began to rub her back.

“Of course I do, why would you ask such a thing?” He asked incredulously.

“Well I do not think so.” Pulling away from him, she untied her skirt, the fabric pooled around her feet as she showed him her thighs that showed her long stretch marks, they ran from her lower stomach to almost the back of her butt.

“These marks are so ugly I feel that I am not beautiful with these horrid stripes on my body. I feel that you will lose interest in me if we make love.” She whimpered feeling tears in her eyes.

M’baku was quiet for a moment, until he paced over to the blanket covered mirror removing the blanket and throwing it somewhere. Imani watched her husband quietly and saw him turn to her gently grabbing her by the hips and walking her over to the mirror to stand in front of. “How could you say such things?” He said to her rubbing over her stretch marks on her stomach.

“You are still beautiful to me with these marks because they have meaning behind them. These tiger stripes show how stubborn, fierce, and headstrong you are. You are a leader to your people, a queen, a healer, and a mother. They show that you had my children, that you carried them for so long that have been marked to be a mother, a great mother in fact. You have blessed us, Me, with children that I love so much as I love you.” He continued rub her marks that were on her thighs then back up to her stomach kissing her shoulder.

“If I ever hear you say your marks are ugly again...trust me, usana, you won’t like the outcome...well you may since you like when I’m a bit rough with you.” He smirked in her shoulder and Imani giggled feeling more uplifted than she did earlier. M’baku turned her around to face him and kissed her roaming his hands over her curves lovingly.

“I love you.” Imani whispered.

“I love you.” He said back. Just as they were going to continue they heard the whimpers from their sons on the holographic baby monitor and sighed, chuckling.

“Shall we attend to our sons?” M’baku asked. Imani nodded to him and they walked hand and hand out their bedroom.

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Twisted: Gangster!M’Baku/ Dom!Erik

Thirst 💦👅 Day requests for you! I have never written slap kink but hey, first time for everything. Triggers are in the tags! If you like my work reblog/like/comment lol Thank you! I have two more left!!!!! I know I’m bugging yall! my bad!

Requests:

Coming for the kinks, you say??? Well can I request a dub con fic with my beloved Killmonger? Lol - @vanitykocaine

Hey. I'm currently on vacation but I'm using the little ounce of free wifi that I can't get to send in a kink request 😂😂😂😂 Can I get a Erik with a praise kink? Either him praising the reader or the other way around but i need some nice Erik to even out all these good nigga Erik's 😂🤣 thanks love 😘❤❤❤ - @valynsia

Office sex with Erik? - @yaachtynoboat711

I don't really have a kink to be honest. But maybe super possessive mob boss where he dated the reader and had a daddy type of relationship. They break up but he spots the reader out with a new boyfriend? Maybe super hot smutty public you will always belong to me sex? - @scumyeol

Yay! I would die for some face/ass/titty slappin and biting with Erik. I dont care who's doin the slapping i just need a pain kink fic tbh.if you do this I'll be eternally grateful, if u dont i still love you dear!!! - Anon

Sooooo for that thirstday post....... all i can think of right now is m'baku and just straight up rough sex 😁😁😁 like the "you are being annoying because you haven't gotten any in a while so I gotta help you" type of sex - @pebblesz892

So, thirst day? I’d like to request M’Baku with hair pulling and dirty talk. Please and thank you 😈 - @muse-of-mbaku

Mbaku smut- @mbakuwifey

You and Erik had been together for nine months and you didn’t want anyone else, even your ex M’Baku. Some things were not meant to be and that just happened to be one. Erik had his ways… Selfish. Loud and arrogant but when all the bullshit washed away you saw the real him. The him that truly wanted this to work with you. He opens the door for you and your Manalo heels hit the floor.

“We ain’t gotta stay long if you don’t want to.” Erik places his hand at the nape of your back and ushers you into the club with him. This was his scene. Always being seen talking to everyone and he had you right there with him introducing you like the Queen he claimed you to be. “This is my girl Y/N, Y/N this is Mike.”

You wave at him and talk casually then slip away from Erik dying for a drink and a moment to take it all in. You sit at the bar with your legs crossed. “Shot of Jack, please.”

“Sure thing.” The brown headed bartender said winking at you.

You shake your head knocking back the shot and watching your surroundings entertained. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Enjoying yourself.” M’Baku whispers in your ear taking the barstool next to you for himself.

Your heart is heavy for a moment remembering how sultry that voice was and how it had the power to make you weak. “What do you want?”

“This is my spot.”

“Oh, you still illegally winning I see.” You roll your eyes and stand up from the bar. He’s in front of you shaking his head. “Can we talk for a minute? Five minutes?”

“About what?”

“You’ll know when we start talking.” M’Baku leads you out of the main area to a room overlooking the dancefloor. The music still loud but you were able to speak without yelling. “New guy?”

“yeah, he’s cool.”

“A fuck boy, but if that’s what you consider cool then okay.” M’Baku lights his blunt inhaling for a moment and sitting on the couch in front of you. “you moved on quick.” He slowly blows out the smoke leaving the room in a haze for a moment.

“It’s been almost a year. Who all have you fucked hmmm, big thug nasty M’Baku. I left you because you didn’t want to grow up or live in the real world. You wanted to sit up here and play all these fucking games and honestly I don’t have time for that shit.”

“Who are you talking to?” he stand placing the blunt in the ashtray and pulling you closer to him. “Perhaps this new man has given you some type of power that makes you think you can address me like you’re crazy but no. you could be fucking the entire squad and you’re still fucking mine. I think it’s time your remembered.”

“M’Baku, he’s looking for…” He’s before you shaking his head flipping you around so that your chest is flush against the glass. “M’Baku…”

“Keep saying my name.” He says with his hands traveling up your legs. You moan as he pushes into you with his thick fingers once and then again. The crowd below you can’t see you at all but the thought of Erik watching you fuck another man makes you wet. “Does he fuck you like I do?” M’Baku whispers in your ear aligning himself up quickly thrusting into you. You’d forgot his power. His hands wrap around your ponytail and your head is against his chest as he pounds into you. “I don’t care who you have on your arm.” He grunts thrusting into you and pulling out slowly only to fill you again.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp hearing the smack of your skin together. You grab onto the bar as he increases his speed biting his lip while gripping your hair so hard it hurts. “I can’t breathe.” You scream. “I’m fucking coming.”

“Then come, what you holding that shit for?” M’Baku smiles slamming into you so hard you do come. You see fireworks explode around you as your snap your eyes shut. Your knees are weak barely holding you up and you feel him lift you up still fucking you over and over. “I want you to go home tonight and fucking feel me when you sleep.” He growled. “fuck that other nigga.” M’Baku feels you clutching around him and it triggers his own release. He spills into the condom with a roar that for sure could be heard downstairs and lowers you to the ground. “You better get dressed. Old dude probably on the hunt.” He picks up his blunt and tucks himself back into his pats leaving the room.

Erik was insistent on you going home with him tonight and you didn’t want to, you wanted to wash M’Baku off your body. You wanted to cry in the shower and try to push out all the get good shit you and M’Baku had in the past, because he was not for you. You grab your overnight bag from the car following him into the house. Erik’s house was lavish like him.

“Baby, I sweated at that damn club all damn night. You mind if I get clean and I’ll be right up.”

“Nah ma, take your time I gotta finish some shit from the Outreach.” He kisses you on the lips softly and you go head up the spiral staircase. You bathe taking your hair down from the ponytail and slipping on one of Erik’s shirts. He was a hard worker. He was always in that office doing something. You head down the steps to his office where he is typing a few things into the computer. He had changed to, he was shirtless and smiling. “You done washing that nigga off?”

Your heart drops for the second time tonight into your stomach. “What?”

“You heard me…” He stands up from the desk and in three strides is in front of you. “You up there fucking yo ex like I don’t have people every fucking where watching you. So did you wash that nigga off?”

“Yes.”

“Nah, we at home now….” He raises his eyebrow at you awaiting your tone to change.

“Yes N’jadaka.” You look up at him with your mouth slightly parted trying to remember to breathe. “I’m sorry N’Jadaka.” You whimper. “Baby…”

He rubs your face softly and then his three fingers hit your face sending a zing pleasure below. “what are you sorry for?” Erik says rubbing your face again then he hits again and his hands down to the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. “Tell your Prince what you sorry for?”

“Fucking M’Baku.”

“Giving another motherfucker what’s mine.” He growled. “Hmmm?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl, I like when you’re honest… sit on the desk. I didn’t get to eat today and I’m fucking starved.” He sucks air in through his teeth and you see those gold canines. “You’re not to come when I do this? You hear me?” He slaps your thighs crouching down in front of you, his eyes looking like they had seen a god. Erik laps his tongue over your clit and then sucks for a second. You were already sensitive and yearning but the teasing of him didn’t make it easy to not cum. You closed your mind off as he sucked and twirled down below pushing your lips firm against the cold wooden desk and taking his sweet time. Each time he licked your heart spiked and your breathing became more labored.

“N’Jadka please.” You moaned. “Please.”

“You don’t deserve that shit.” He said against your thigh. He raises from the ground leaves you aching. “What do you think you deserve?” he asks.

“To cum.”

“Nah, next…”

“Your dick.” You plea kissing him tasting yourself on his lips.

“Good as answer baby girl, drop to them knees for me.” You do in front of him and you stroke him in your hands. Then he knocks your hands down tapping the side of your face with his fingers again. “Suck.” He pushes to the back of your throat nearly suffocating you and then pulls out and then he’s back again causing your eyes to well. Erik slaps the side of your face over and over with his hand and you can’t take it. You want him inside of you and you try to pull away, but he has grasped the back of your head thrusting into you nonstop until your saliva is trailing from his dick. “Take it.” He growls and you do bobbing your head until he’s nearly there then he stops you. “Good girl. You wanna come?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please N’Jadaka let me come.” He shakes his head and you can see the demon in him rising up. He grabs both of your breast gripping and twisting until it hurts then slapping and you feel yourself nearly come from the pleasure of it. He knew how to do those things to you. Erik places you back on the desk.

“What if I went around giving your dick away huh?” You don’t answer so he spreads your legs. “I told you I don’t like that sharing shit.” He smiles against your neck and lifts you just so he can slide into you. He pounds you for a few seconds and then slows when he feels your body tensing near a climax. “Nah, you don’t deserve to come. You ain’t sorry.” He slides out and your legs clamp around his waist. “What?”

“I am sorry.” You plea. “Please…”

“I ain’t convinced ma.” His tip toys at your entrance and you thrust forward and he moves teasing you. “You don’t run this shit.” Erik leans in and sucks on your neck and your throw your head back. “Next time, I will fucking kill him.” He says in your ear as he pushes back into you. Erik grips your hips bringing you to meet him at every thrust and your breathless scratching down his back and your boy starts to shake when the euphoria hits you in waves.

“Yesssssss.” You hiss. “fucking yessss N’Jadaka.”

“You gone see that nigga again…” He asks through clenched teeth.

“No baby.”

“That’s fucking right.” He growls tapping your face before he kisses you again. “Good fucking girl coming on daddy’s dick like that, god damn.” He chants in your ear licking from your earlobe to your neck. You come again as his pace quickens and you feel him swell inside of you. “God damn!” He pants withdrawing from you and sending his cum down your legs.

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umber-cinders · 4 days

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YEssSSSSIiirRRR!

Was going through the pics on my computer for reference to draw him again I just

This is why M'Baku is my muse!

#I need to lie down it is 2am #I'm not sorry to anyone who sees this though #M'Baku #Winston Duke #M'Baku x Reader #M'Baku x BlackReader #M'Baku x OC #Black Panther #Black Panther Wakanda Forever #BPWF #Jabari #Jabari Tribe #My Fics #Marvel #MCU

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devnicolee · 2 years

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Survival (4)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Word Count: 2,900

Enjoy!

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Medusa stared at the jagged cave walls as M’Baku’s deep breaths from his own pallet faintly reached her ears. She hadn’t truly valued what his presence here was doing for her up until now. She closed her eyes and focused on his breaths, deep and soothing. He was slowly becoming her anchor, keeping her from drifting out too far into the sea.

This made it twice, twice he had saved her without a reason to. She did not understand it, did not understand him. She was certain he would want to kill her, welcomed it even. And yet, he continued to offer her empathy, compassion she did not feel she deserved.

When she saved him, she hadn’t anticipated falling in love with him. No… she never thought love was in the cards for her in this life. She used to scoff at the ladies of court and how they drowned on and on about the men stumbling over themselves to court them. Medusa did not care about that, not in the slightest. She was her happiest alone.

That was until she met M’Baku. He was one of two people in this world whose presence she actually craved. They kept growing closer and closer and with it, her attraction for him grew. She knew it wouldn’t last - it couldn’t. He would return home, his life would return to normal and she would stay here. She could not tell if he reciprocated her feelings, if he loved her too. She hoped he didn’t. For it would make leaving that much harder. And he had to leave, return to his life before she came into it and shook it to its core. This path she chose wasn’t for him. They weren't meant to be. But if she was to spend the rest of her life alone, she was thankful the Gods sent him for a time, allowed her to experience love once in her life.

She could not decide if she was happy he refused to kill her. On the one hand, who was angry about being alive? On the other though, the weight of her pain still crushed her spirit. She hadn’t lied when she said she wasn’t sure if she could live with it. He refused to kill her but that did not erase those feelings.

You could talk about it. He wants to listen, a small voice urged her. She knew that was the only way, truly. To finally admit what she had done, this wrenched decision that caused all this ruin.

Medusa sat up gingerly, her eyes trained on him as he stoked the flames of a small fire for them. She stared at him for a few more moments, her eyes sweeping over the way his biceps flexed lightly as he worked. It only took a few minutes for him to feel her eyes on him and turn in her direction.

He stood up immediately, gingerly approaching her cot. “You are awake. How are you?”

“I have seen better days, I suppose,” she rubbed her eyes like a tired child before pushing herself to her feet. “May we speak?” she asked timidly.

“Of course.”

She quickly joined him by the fire, her hands wringing together as she thought of what to say next.

“I-I do not even know where to begin,” she muttered.

M’Baku grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly, flushing Medusa’s body with warm from that simple gesture. “Well, I am here as long as it takes. Start where you feel comfortable.”

“I… I had this friend in the palace, Olivia. She was my handmaiden. She and I would sit up in my room for hours and discuss literature and the women of court,” Medusa chuckled lightly, “She loved to talk about everyone in the Palace. We both did. I taught her how to read when we were young, snuck her books from our library. Her mother would remind her that we were not true friends, she was my handmaiden first and foremost. My parents, too, truthfully. They always felt as though consorting with the servants was beneath us. But I did not feel that way. She was a friend… the closest thing to a true friend I would ever have.”

“W-what happened to her?”

A single tear started to fall down Medusa’s cheek. She looked up at the ceiling, a desperate attempt to stop more from following it. But it was a fool’s errand. Soon, she felt as if rivers were racing down her cheek, her sorrow finally flowing from her as she reckoned with her true sin. The one mistake she could never undo.

“T-The day I left the Palace, General Alec found me in one of the studies. I would hide away in there, by myself or with Olivia and read. That day, Olivia and I were supposed to be reading a Shakespeare play before her evening chores. H-he seemed u-unlike himself, skittish in ways he usually is not. W-we talked a-and h-he confessed that he was in love with me.” Medusa felt M’Baku tense up beside her but now that her lips were moving, she could not stop - even to ponder why he would react that way.

“I always believed love was not in the Gods’ plan for me, given my affliction,” she gestured toward her hair. “When I told him such, he ignored it and kissed me. I was shocked and I-I pushed him away immediately. Told him under no uncertain terms would we ever be together. He began ranting about the Gods’ plan for his life, how he was fit and deserved to be King and courting me was the only way he could achieve such a dream.” She laughed bitterly. “Of course, the first man to express such affections for me only desired my crown. But I should have known. No man would actually care for me, it is their ambition to seize that chair my father sits on.”

She paused, her eyes watching the dancing flames before she started up again. “I rejected him, as anyone would. A-And that is when he pulled out his sword. He was mad with anger, almost unrecognizable.”

“Why did you not pull down your hair to stop him?” M’Baku asked.

Medusa shook her head, “At first, I did not even consider it. I vowed to never purposefully use my powers. It is a terrible fate for anyone, even someone as wicked as he. The Gods gave me this power, for reasons I will never know. To be a weapon. I refused to be a pawn in their games.”

M’Baku nodded. “Few have the strength and compassion you do, to believe that and have lived by it as long as you did.”

Medusa scoffed. “I am not sure I would call it strength. I suppose I believed I could reason with him. But I could not get through to him, my words were meaningless. Finally, he threw me down to the ground and raised his sword. And that is the cruelest joke the Gods could ever have played. Years of vowing to never use them to hurt someone. And in those last moments, I did not think of a vow, did not think of the greater good or compassion. I merely thought of saving myself. I let selfishness consume me. So I reached up and started to pull my headdress off…” she let out a small sob as she struggled to find the rest of the words, the most important words in the story she had just told. “J-just a-as Olivia entered.”

Quiet sobs ran through her as she mourned her friend, a young woman whose life was just beginning… who she had murdered.

Medusa felt she would never get the image out of her head, watching Olivia’s body slowly turn to stone. Olivia had never been afraid of Medusa, never worried about her hurting her after she found out the truth. And Medusa had destroyed her.

“W-watching h-her d-die, I-I l-lost it. I b-begged the Gods to undo what I had done, I h-held her st-stone body in my arms. B-but there w-was n-nothing to be done. A-After, I r-ran down t-to the shore, the w-water to mourn before I was to confess what I had done to my f-father. He followed me. I h-had not even realized he survived, I suppose he knew enough to look away. O-or the Gods offered him a stroke of luck.”

“What did he do?”

“I think I was expecting him to execute me on the spot b-but instead, he pointed at a sail boat and told me to go and to d-disappear. He would kill me and my parents if I dared return.”

She sighed. “You wanted to know what fateful tale brought me here, that is it. I am a murderer.”

M’Baku

“Medusa… I am so sorry. You have to know that is not your fault though?” M’Baku implored as the pair sat around the fire in their cave.

He was shocked at the General’s actions. Where power and greed that blinding? He wondered to himself. Blinding enough to try to murder an innocent girl and then drive her from her home when the plan fails. All he felt was sadness and anger… and an intense desire to rip the General limb from limb.

“S-she would still be alive if it were not for me. If I had j-just let him kill me, they all would still be alive.” Medusa wiped her face with the palm of her hand. “I vowed to never use those powers and this is why. I tried to harm someone who was about to murder me and ended up destroying someone I loved. What kind of person could do such a thing? It is true what they say… you cannot defy the Gods.”

“Look at me,” M’Baku’s hand guided her chin upward and toward his eyes. He hated the seas of shame and embarrassment he saw in them - things she didn’t deserve. “They would still be alive if it were not for him. He did this. You are human, Medusa. You did the only thing you could do. He has already drove you from your home, do not give him your soul as well. Return home and fight for what is rightfully yours, Medusa. Do not let him win.”

Medusa scoffed, “If I return, he will kill my parents. I cannot have anymore blood on my hands, M’Baku. He wants the throne and I, as the only heir, am the only thing in his way. Perhaps it is better this way, given my actions, I am not fit to be queen.”

“I disagree,” M’Baku declared. Vehemently he disagreed. Her father was not a bad king by any stretch. He simply did not care - not of the poor or the wealthy or anyone that was not him. Medusa cared for everyone, her compassion and empathy was limitless. That was exactly the kind of queen their people needed. General Alec would just be more of the same.

“You would be the queen the people need, Medusa. Compassionate but fair, wise and empathetic. A curse from the Gods does not change who you are. They tried to mold you into a weapon but you refused to play into those expectations. You fought against it your entire life.”

“Yes and I lost, M’Baku! When the true test came, I lost!”

“You lost a battle, yes. But who is to say you cannot win the war? You will lose if you stay here and leave your people and your parents to the whims of that man. Who is to say he will not kill your parents anyway to steal the kingdom? I believe you can win, Medusa. Without your powers.”

“I-I am not a fighter, M’Baku.”

M’Baku shook his head, “Yes, you are. Let me ask you, if there was a way to remove General Alec from power and protect your parents, you would return home, yes?”

M’Baku waited with bated breath for her answer. A small flicker of hope had blossomed inside him. He did not want to get his hopes up too high but he could not help it. He wanted so desperately to help this woman right the wrongs in her life.

Medusa glanced at him, “Yes. I do not wish to stay here. But I-I just do not believe there is a choice.”

M’Baku stood up, an air of determination now circling him. “Do you trust me?”

He watched as her eyes grew for a moment at his question before she stood to match his height.

“With my life,” she responded.

“Then by all the Gods, I swear to you, Medusa, I will find a way for you to return. There is a path forward for you that does not include dying alone on this island. We will find it, together.”

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“My King, may I speak freely?” Alec asked as he approached the throne. Unlike the last time he tried this, he had a plan, a plan that would secure his rightful place in their world.

King Gorgon examined him with a bored expression for a few moments before nodding lazily.

“It is about the missing Princess Medusa, my king.”

At his words, the king’s body perked up immediately.

“Is there news?”

Alec shook his head, “The last platoon we sent has yet to return. It has been almost two moons since Medusa disappeared. While I and my advisors are still searching and pray to the Gods for her safe return, as your chief counsel, I must suggest we begin thinking of our path forward, should she not return.”

“I will hear no more of this,” Gorgon demand immediately.

“Please, my King! If you will allow me to advise you just for a few moments and then I will take my leave?” Alec prompted. He watched as the King turned it over in his mind before nodding, allowing the man to proceed.

“The longer the Princess is missing, the more vulnerable this country is to our enemies. Word will soon spread to our neighboring countries that you are without an heir to the throne. The crown… the country require the utmost stability to ensure our enemies do not see any indication of weakness. You need a new heir, my King. Even just for a time until the Princess returns.”

King Gorgon scoffed. “What is it that you suggest, General? My wife and I’s season for producing heirs has long passed. Medusa is all we have.”

Alec took a deep breath and a step toward the throne. This was it. He always knew he was built for more than advising militaries and risking his life. No, he was fit… born to rule. There was a small part of him that felt concern that the Platoon never returned and could not bring him Medusa’s head as proof. However, he squashed those doubts. The girl was not foolish enough to return, he knew that much.

“Perhaps a man of court? With a station high enough to learn at your behest until she returns?” He prompted.

The King scoffed, “There is no one with the station high enough to step into her role…” he paused, “Except you.”

Alec couldn’t have scripted this better himself. He did not even have to plant the idea as he originally intended. The King reached the conclusion himself. Alec tried to hide his jubilation, his glee.

“Oh my King, I could never. My place is advising our military. There must be another,” he bowed lightly, humility dripping off of his words.

“No. There is no one General. We entrust you with our lives, the protection of our country. I dare not think what would happen if my Medusa does not return. But we must think of the people, the safety of the crown.” King Gorgon stood tall, his scepter gripped in his hand. “General Alec, by all the old Gods and the New, I proclaim that you are now heir to the throne and have all rights associated with it.”

Alec dropped to one knee, his armor clinking slightly. “My King bestows upon me a great honor. Thank you.”

He turned to take his leave, a giant sinister smile spreading across his face.

One step closer to throne, he thought to himself. One step closer.

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A/N: Alright so Alec is trash but the cards are falling into place for him… Medusa trusts M'Baku with her life (cue swooning lol) and M'Baku is on his Fix Medusa's Life shit lol I think there are about 3 chapters left? I just want to say @muse-of-mbaku has the patience of a saint lol cause why has it taken me almost 3 months to get this far?? But I am excited to wrap up this story before the end of the year. So yay to that. Also next chapter is Medusa/M'Baku fluff - a little break from the angst lol Thanks as always for reading and staying interested despite my slow writing :)

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years

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Hey boo! I’m looking for a M’Baku fic I started and never finished a couple months ago but I can’t remember who wrote it 😩. Can you help ya girl out? I can’t remember the name either🤦🏾‍♀️ but M’Baku went to Oakland to learn about America and fell in love but she’s engaged...HALP

Hey boo! I sure do! It’s called M’Baku’s Love series by the good sis @tchallasbabymama 😘. I’m adding the masterlist here👇🏾

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asphalt-cocktail · 6 years

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Why is no one talking about Winston Duke being cast as Kimbo Slice? Our mans needs way more praise for this.

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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Can't Get Enough

Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. For my guhh @yofavcocoa. I'll say it again Friday with more expressions of love and support but Happy Birthday boo!! Even though it's too early to say it. SMUTTY, hopefully as much as you wanted. Enjoy!

The television seemed to drone on with its endless episodes of suspense and thrills. Volume so low that it had to be silent for anyone to hear what the characters were saying. Subtitles adorned the screen, appearing and disappearing as fast the characters spoke. Both you and Winston had decided that tonight would be a night in, meaning no contact with the outside world. Only you, him, movies, and snacks.

All the errands for the house had been finished earlier in the day, the two of you riding around to the different places that needed to be visited. Winston had driven his car, his hand resting in its usual place on your lap. Both your hands intertwined and fingers locked. You'd had a habit of admiring him as he drove, etching the scene into your mind for later moments of remembrance.

His body was always relaxed against the seat, most times one arm was propped on the armrest that separated the both of you. Those broad shoulders and chest filling the t-shirt he'd chosen for the day. His toned biceps filling out the sleeves with no problem at all, as well as his thighs when they filled his sweats he'd worn today. Winston had a habit of licking his lips when he focused on the road, and you wondered if he was actually licking them in slow motion. Or if your mind liked playing tricks on you. And when your dazed stare was broken by his chuckle, he'd wink just to mess with you.

You grinned at the recent memory, looking up to the man that starred in the it. Your hand rested on his bare stomach as he watched television, acrylics grazing his skin lightly. A subtle nude that accented his brown skin well. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you shifted beneath the covers at the tingle between your thighs.

Smirking more to yourself, you grazed your nails down his torso. "Winny.." Your voice was soft and alluring, catching his attention as soon as the nickname passed your lips. He raised an eyebrow as you gave a small smile, humming as a reply. The light from the television bright enough to grace your features. You licked your lips, brushing a hand over the print that tainted his sweats. "Can I have a taste?"

He exhaled as you freed him beneath the sheets, meeting your gaze as you sent him a wink. You grinned, moving to rest between his parted legs as they laid against the bed. Bending forward into that arch he liked, you had a hand wrapped around his length. Giving soft, teasing kisses to its head as you hummed. His groan caught your ears before he spoke, giving you the permission you seeked.

His head fell back against the headboard as you wrapped your lips around him, warmth welcoming him. You met his gaze as you ran the flat of your tongue against him. Focusing on the dominant vein that rested on the underside of him. He moaned at the sudden sensation, relaxing as you began stroking him.

Your slurping got louder with the more saliva that covered him. Glossing his dick and making it shine. The hand that held him in place was firm, covered in spit as well. You popped him from your lips, breaking eye contact once again to focus on the task at hand. "This dick so fucking pretty.." He'd caught that, licking his lips at the way it sounded.

"Not as pretty as you right now, baby.." He moaned softly, resting a light hand on your headscarf. Allowing you to do your thing. Controlling himself became harder as the work you were putting in became intense. He tensed each time your lips brushed against that damned vein, so soft he was fighting not to spill all that he'd felt was coming over you and himself.

He whimpered a bit as you used both hands. Stroking him with opposing twists while your mouth focused on his head. "Fuckkk, baby. I'm cumming.." His words sounded airy as his body tensed. You never faltered as he shuddered in your hands, slurping him sloppier before removing your lips. Though he still shuddered a bit, listening to you taunt him with a soft 'you cumming, baby?'.

He released a string of curses as he came. Most praising you. You chuckled, using a single hand to empty him. When he groaned you let up, licking your fingers clean. Like the freak you were, and he loved it.

"Bring your fine ass here." He growled the demand, watching you lick your full lips to rid of the sin that tainted him. His fingers found your chin, pulling your lips to his eagerly. Gifting a kiss that was filled with hunger and passion. "I'm not done with you.."

He pulled your chest against his, smacking your ass with a hand. Feeling the soft poke of your erect nipples against him, thanks to you wearing no bra and the thin tank top you wore. You moaned softly as his finger brushed your clit, lips parted as he toyed with you. He hummed his approval of your soaked center, coating his fingers with your nectar. "You ready for me, huh.."

"Shittt." The curse left your mouth in a whisper. Eyes rolling at the slow stretch he gave.

He chuckled, easing you down onto him. "Look at me, baby.." You obeyed, trying to stay focused on him. "You feel that shit?" Of course you did. Your hands rested against his chest, nails pressing into his skin gently. He pecked kisses to your jaw, palming your backside as you began a slow grind.

Your face hid in the bend of his neck, words muffled as you confessed how good he felt. Hips riding him in a slow rhythm, speeding up gradually. When you were full on bouncing, he'd admired the dance of your breasts. "Too fine for your own good.."

In an instant, you'd switched positions. You on your back and him between your thighs. The new position allowed him to dig deeper, hips sinking to meet yours. "Wait, Win- ughh.." Your words disintegrated to moans, soft and motivating. He smirked as he leaned closer to press a kiss to your lips.

The wetness between your thighs sounded through the room. Wet sloshing that only made you wetter. His thumb found your clit as he straightened up, wanting to enjoy the view. You arched from the sheets, squealing as jolt of pleasure shot through you. Making your thighs quiver.

You slapped your hand to his chest, cursing loudly. A groaned out 'fuck me'. He stilled his thumb, groaning as he admired the cream that coated him. "You love this dick?" You nodded with your moans as he kept up his strokes. He licked his lips, resting a hand by your head. "It loves you more."

Your brows pushed together, lips parting as you felt him roll his strokes into you. He grunted as you tapped his chest, moaning his name out. You began inching away, cursing him out as he followed you.

When you made it to the headboard, your back pressed against it. Forced to take his strokes as his hand found your neck. "You tryna take my shit from me? My sweet little honeypot?" He pinned you against the headboard, fucking into you as his grip on your neck tightened just enough to pleasure you. "Hmm?"

You shook your head, letting out a silent squeal as you came around him. A hand around the wrist that held your neck captive. He kissed you, muffling your loud moans as you trembled. His thrusts halting as he emptied himself into you, kiss deepening until he could give a few last strokes to milk himself.

Your breathing was heavy as he pulled away. Eyes still closed as you calmed yourself. He smiled, pecking your lips twice before he laid beside you. "I can't seem to get enough of you.."

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