#M’baku fanfiction

[tchallasbabymama]

Y’all ready for this chapter I’m dropping tomorrow??? 👀

The long-awaited Ménage à Trois Part Deux starts 4/9/2023.

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Read the first part here if you haven’t already…

[bloatedandlonly]

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).

[buckets-and-trees]

From beginning to end this had me enthralled.

And this line?

Delivered so perfectly by him.

Dead. I’m deceased. I died a good death.

Title: From on High

Pairing: Soft Dark!M’Baku x Reader

Summary: You forget your place, and your King reminds you.

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Size Kink, Drunkenness, Manipulation, Naive Reader, implied stalking, Dubcon, loss of virginity, Thigh Riding, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: so uh, this was supposed to be a drabble, but i broke 3k words, so… i don’t really think it counts anymore lol. my first M’baku piece! because we all want the great gorilla to ruin us, right? special thanks to @scorpioaes​ and @tumblin-theworldaway​ for inspiring this, lmao.

The lights above you burn bright like the stars, searing new constellations on your already overtaxed retinas. You’d never been in a place like this before, and even as Adiza presses a drink into your hands, your stomach twists with excitement at all the rules you’re breaking. You’re down amongst the people the First Priestess calls unclean, the ones who’ve lost the old ways.

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[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

* indicates smut

The Adored One (Complete)*

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One* | Giving You the Best | Warmth* | What You Won't Do* | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours*

Who Hurt You (One Shot)*

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)*

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)*

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1* | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8* | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)*

Discipline (One Shot)*

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

The Marriage Pact (In Progress)

Honey and Erik make a pact.

Dec 2020 |

[lifeisapitch15]

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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[cantstayawaycani]

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday Posts

My ao3 Bookmarks (if it’s bookmarked, it’s usually a completed fic)

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #1 (04.14.23)

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #2 (04.28.23)

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #3 (06.30.23)

Hello! Because of my love for Wakanda Forever in all of its GLORY, I have been sucked back into the world of fanfiction!

Formerly known as @krockafella, I actually came back to Tumblr after I left all social media over a year ago, because I am truly hyper-fixated on Tenoch Huerta after his turn as Namor in BPWF. Also the performances that Letitia Wright and Angela Bassett gave in this film deserved all of the awards! Those women, along with Danai Gurira and Lupita Nyong’o are the backbone AND the meat of the film, no question. This film, more than even the first, has me thinking about it and consuming content/media about it almost obsessively now days. Y'all know how it goes.

So now, during this phase of hyper-fixation, I am interested in exploring these characters and reading the ways in which others interpret their motivations and arcs in their writing.

Fic writers in this fandom have been FEEDING me, with such amazing content! Every day I am amazed at the creativity and skill people are demonstrating with the fruitful motivation the film provided.

So! Because I’ve been reading and enjoying so many of these gems, I decided that I would do this Fic Rec Friday post every other Friday (that’s what I can commit to right now) where I post the fics that I have read, that I’m currently reading, or re-reading with a brief comment on why I love it.

These will Include, but not limited to:

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Fic

Namor x Shuri

Namor x Reader (preferably Black/of color/Indigenous)*

Namor x OFC (preferably Black/of color/Indigenous)

Namor x Shuri x Attuma

Namor x Ramonda (generally platonic character study, but I’m open to read anything good)

Okoye x Attuma

Okoye x Namor

Okoye x Attuma x Namor

Shuri x Riri Williams

Shuri x Fem!Reader (preferably Black/of color)*

Shuri x OFC (preferably Black/of color)

Aneka x Ayo

Aneka x Ayo x Namora

Namora x Fem!Reader (preferably Black/of color/Indigenous)*

Namora x OFC (preferably Black/of color/Indigenous)

M’Baku x Reader (preferably Black/of color)*

M’Baku x OFC (preferably Black/of color)

Tenoch Huerta Character Fic

Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader (preferably Black/Latina)*

Rafa Caro Quintero x OFC (preferably Black/Latina)

I will read other things, but this is what I am mainly interested in right now, and it’s already a lot.

*If I specify that Reader fic characters be coded as Black or a Character of Color, it's because a lot of Reader fic tends to be coded white. If the reader fic is written in such a way as to truly be devoid of indicators to race/ethnicity, I will read it.

A few things to know:

I ship both Nashuri and Attoye (among other pairings, some of them are rare pairs). I DO NOT engage in fandom wars or discourse. I do not argue with strangers on the internet at my big age. If either of these pairs doesn’t make sense to you, or weirds you out or makes you uncomfortable or upsets you, it’s OK, but we don’t need to argue about it. If you are an author and your fic is on this list, but you do not wish for it to be included because you don’t want it on a list with the other pairing, just let me know (cordially please, without attitude) and I will remove your fic from the list. No harm, no foul.

That said, if there is anything on the list that you feel is beyond simply nonsensical, but problematic, genuinely offensive, discriminatory, et al, please let me know. I do my best not to read or recommend things that fall on that spectrum, but if you have a genuine concern I of course want to know if there's something I overlooked or didn't consider.

These recs will be posted with the link to the fic on ao3 and if the author has a Tumblr, their @handle. If the author has no Tumblr, but is on some other social platform, I will post that instead.

If the fic is posted on Tumblr, I will ❤️ it first, and then it will be queued to reblog on Fridays. I will usually comment on it, but my comments can mostly be found in the tags. If that is unacceptable to you, I’m sorry, that’s the way I like to run my blog. I like to do a rapid scroll, like, and then go through my likes some time later (days maybe weeks depending on how busy I am) and queue them up for reblogs. If you’d rather I’d reblog as soon as you post your fic or not at all, let me know (cordially please, without attitude) and I will do my best. I have a full time job, and sometimes all I have time for is to scroll and like quickly. Then on the weekends, I sit my old ass down, go through my likes and queue them up. I’m saying this multiple times so that there is no misunderstanding.

If the author has more than one work, not all of them will be listed in one post. I may not have read the others yet, and spreading them out will help keep the list fresh.

I will only recommend what I have read. I can’t recommend something I haven’t read myself, for obvious reasons. If you want me to read something, please ask. However, if it doesn’t end up on this list, please understand. I am open to giving feedback, but I probably won’t recommend something I don’t like.

This is mostly for me to organize the fics I like in a way that’s easy to find for anyone who is interested that may stumble across this blog. It’s useful, but it’s not that serious. If you want to interact with me about it, please do! (be nice tho)

Just to reiterate, SO THERE IS NO MISUNDERSTANDING: if I haven't reblogged or commented on your fic it's for one of these reasons:

I legit haven't seen it. 

I haven't had the chance to read/formulate an opinion on it.

I gave it a ❤️ because I'm bookmarking it for later.

And now I have decided the "later" will be Fic Rec Friday.

It may not be what I'm interested in. I hope you understand.

Here are my current fic sources on Tumblr that I personally follow:

@attoye (fics) <- a treasure trove of Attoye "juice"

@tvreadsandsleep (fics) <- one of the most prolific attoye fic writers in the fandom

@namorslutfanfiction (fics) <- Namor and Tenoch goodness abound, take a swim, get wet

I haven’t read everything on these blogs yet. If I’m missing a fic source and you think it should be included here, please let me know.

These posts will be tagged with their respective fandom pairing tags so people can find the fics. As I said before, I am a multi-shipper and I do not engage in negative fandom discourse or ship wars. Please don’t interact with these posts with any of that. Thank you.

Tags: #ficrecfriday #csaficrecfriday #fiction reccommendation #fic rec friday #fic rec #can't stay away's fic rec friday

I will also tag the date I make the posts so you can find it that way as well.

Enjoy!

[evis-gossip]

I have something to offer you

The first thing you have to know about me, is that I’m obsessed with language. I speak spanish as a native language and english as second. Ever since I was a child I’ve always been fascinated by written and spoken language structure, rules, grammar and such. One of my life dreams is being a writer and /or editor. I did first year of Translation and Interpreting, with this same idea. All this to say I notice typos 99% of the time. I, uncociusly, pay an unheathy amout of attention to it when I read fanfiction, and, as an ocasional writer myself, I know that mistakes happen. We’re all humans. So that’s why I’ve decided to make up this offer, to beta read (and correct if you wish so) your fanfictions.

Mostly I read Spencer Reid (Criminal minds), Bucky Barnes (MCU) and Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society), and occasionally Wanda Maximoff or M’Baku (MCU). I only read self insert, but i don’t mind veering off or doing other characters within those fandoms.

Edit: if anyone’s interested, my massages are open ;)

After everything I just said, just hope at least one person takes up my offer. Have a great day:). Lots of love <333

(a lil gif as my gift for u)

[chaneajoyyy]

Y’all are writing plumbler!m’baku?

[tchallasbabymama]

I need vampire M’Baku in my life NOW 😤

Risky Dreams

(Vampire!M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 8.6K (I feel like it goes quick though)

Warnings: S’mut

Synopsis: A few bad dates have you in the blues, but a stranger comes to you at night when you are most vulnerable, giving you everything you desire in the real world.  But at what cost is his affection? 

A/N:  This is one fanfic of a few I plan to put out in theme with the spooky holiday coming up.  I love Halloween and everything tied to it, so I figure writing my Black Panther characters as different horror movie tropes would be fun to do!  

“So, then I told the guy, ‘Hey, if you wanted to find holes in the merger, we should swing a few on the green at my local country club.’  I mean, get real, right?”  

You smiled modestly as you drank your fourth cocktail for dinner.  You’ve been on the app life of dating for a couple months now, and getting matched wasn’t the issue, but the quality of the product once received was highly lacking.  Your girlfriends had finally convinced you to expand your horizons to the dairy aisle, and as you knew good and gatdamn well, you were left feeling cold.  

This guy, Brody, was one of the few white guys that didn’t have a hunting photo as their primary avi, or a group photo with sorority girls at a kegger.  He did have the obligatory activity photos: walking on hikes, climbing a mock rock wall at a gym, sitting contemplatively on a cliff staring at the sunset.  You usually swipe left on those because that just wasn’t your life, but he was cute, had a funny A Different World quote in his bio, and didn’t come off referring you to a dessert that he would love to ruin with his white cock.

So, you gave him a shot, talking to him about his job, social life, hobbies.  But you just couldn’t click with him on a molecular level.  He didn’t ask anything about you, first of all, a sure sign that this was as tedious an ordeal for him as it was for you; or he just was that narcissistic not to notice.  He was a suburban White statistic walking and breathing.  The polo shirt and khakis with Sperrys just made you want to throw your wine at him for indecent basicness.

Your eyes start to cross from his marathon mouth as your vision veers off to the restaurant space behind him.  If he was really paying attention he would notice, but nope, it worked in your favor.

You stare at a TV playing in the bar section, some sports team playing in some final round.  You could care less but it cleansed your metal palette to think of a way to get outta there.  Your instincts send your eyes down to meet the gaze of a rather juicy looking barfly.  His look locked your gaze in place as you admired him from afar.  His expression was ferocious, like killer level ferocious.  But you couldn’t look away, and you didn’t feel scared at all.  His fresh cut, frames his face while giving him a devilish vibe.  And although the bar area was low lit, his skin had a glow that made him appear ethereal.  All the light caught the angles of his face and you would risk life and limb to touch on.  

“And then, I did a kind of work study in Tibet…”

As he is describing a moment he had with a monk on a mission trip, you pull your phone out discreetly to open an app to call you.  The call came 30 seconds later.

You get your phone looking at it curiously.  “I’m so sorry, I have to take this.”  You hold a finger up as you listen closely to the automated voice on the other side.  

“Ohh, really?  When did this happen?  I told Mark to honor the deadline, what was he thinking??”  You get up with the phone still in your ear.  “I’m sorry Brody, work stuff.  I’ll have to take this, maybe I’ll call you to pick up where we left off?”

Before he could confirm or deny the invitation you left urgently for your ‘work stuff’.  The exit was near the bar, and as you walked into the area, your eyes caught the mysterious patron again.  You wink at him, smiling to yourself as you continue to leave out of the restaurant.  

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[playbucky]

Study.

Requested by Anon - Awesome. May I request a M'baku au, where he's attending a university and he bumps into the reader. Dropping her books and they notices each other from class and they have cute study dates, they quiz each other giving cute rewards when they get it right.  Lots of fluffy flirting. Please and Thank you. Characters – Reader, M’Baku, T’Challa, Shuri. Word Count – 1016.

‘I’ll see you at lunch.’ You told Shuri as she quickly took off in the opposite direction, running as not to be late for her class. Turning around you fixed your bag on your shoulder before you started walking towards your class, when you bumped into someone and paper dropped to the ground. ‘Oh sorry.’ You said, dropping down to start picking up the pieces of paper that had fallen. ‘Let me help.’ You said, he grumbled something that sounded like a thanks before you looked at him. ‘M’Baku right?’ You asked as you both stood up you handed him the papers back, he kept on going and towered over you as he looked confused. ‘Y/N, I think we have a few of the same class together.’ You told him, his brows furrowed before his scowl turned into a bright smile. ‘Yeah, you sit behind me I think.’ He said, you nodded.

‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ M’Baku asked, you shook your head. ‘Go ahead.’ You said, moving some of your books over. ‘So why are you ditching your T’Challa for me, he looks heartbroken?’ You asked, he looked at you shocked. ‘I’m friends with his little sister.’ You told him, he nodded his head slowly.

‘The party is in a week.’ M’Baku stated as you casually entered his room, you groaned and flopped down on his bed. ‘Don’t remind me.’ You groaned. ‘I thought you’d be happy.’ He said, glancing away from the papers to look at you. ‘Happy, ehh, but the exams will be done so I can get drunk.’ You said, sounding happier about that than the actual dance. ‘Have you asked anyone yet?’ You turned your head to look at him, he was focused on the paper in front of him. ‘No.’ He grumbled. ‘Seriously, all the girls are queueing up hoping you ask them.’ You commented, he lifted his head and your could see his eyes rolling. ‘Y/N.’ He groaned, your lifted your head. ‘What can you not see them out your window?’ You asked, he pushed you back down before dropping the book on you. You let out a groan before sitting up. ‘We need to study.’ He stated, you let out a sigh ‘No, I need to know who you’re asking to the dance.’ You asked. ‘No one.’ He said. ‘No one, but you’re just as excited about it as a teenage girl going to their prom.’ You said, he turned and glared at you. ‘Okay, I give up.’ You admitted. ‘How are we studying?’ You questioned. ‘Strip study, mind you that’s more distracting.’ You commented, not noticing how his head turned to you and practically undressed you then and there. ‘How about, you ask me a question and I answer it correctly.’ He said, you looked at him before sighing and opening the book.

‘MB.’ You called out, he turned to you and smiled. ‘So about the party.’ You said, he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘What about it?’ He asked, already regretting it before he said it. ‘Eric was asking me about it and I kinda said I was going with you.’ You said, his jaw dropped before he shut his mouth. ‘What happened to just getting drunk?’ He asked, you rolled your eyes. ‘Well its other sitting in my room drinking cheap vodka or spending the night dancing with you.’ You said, he shut his eyes and sighed. ‘You know its tomorrow?’ He said, you nodded. ‘Yup, I’ll come get you at seven.’ You asked, he shook his head. ‘No, since it’s a party I’ll come and get you.’ He informed you. ‘Oh what a gentleman.’ You said, he tolled his head. ‘I try my hardest.’ He commented, you laughed before you both started walking.

Sitting on your couch, you don’t know why your belly was doing flips, backwards and forward. Twisting and turning as you played with your hair again, before glancing at the time. Jumping when the door was knocked. Quickly standing you made your way over, the small heels clicked on the ground before you opened the door. Your chest tightened when you saw M’Baku standing there, having ditched the large knitted jumpers and hoodies for the white shirt that was tight, showing off the muscles he had earned. ‘Hi.’ You said, watching as his eyes took you in. ‘Hi.’ He replied, his eyes glancing backdown to your outfit, you were glad you had decided to go with the trousers and white lace bodysuit. ‘You ready to go?’ He asked, clearing his throat, you nodded before stepping out and letting the door shut behind you. ‘You’re gonna have a hard time keeping all the people of your tonight.’ You commented as he took your hand in his. ‘I’m only interested in one.’ He stated, you looked at him shocked ad then your stomach dropped. He liked someone. Both of your feel silent as you walked down the street, the music from the frat house getting louder and louder with every step before they were greeted with other students, who were doing a double take when they saw M’Baku. ‘Wanna place a bet on how many people hit on you?’ You asked him, he opened his mouth to say something but then he turned to you. ‘Fine.’ He agreed, suddenly getting a boost of confidence that he wasn’t going to go to waste. ‘Twenty people, and yo come home with me tonight.’ He said, you jaw dropped. ‘Shouldn’t you be going home with one of them?’ You asked, he shook his head before using his free arm and placing it around your waist before pulling you to his chest, bringing up your clasped hand between you. ‘I’ve only wanted you. I only want you.’ He said, pointing at you with a finger. ‘MB.’ You breathed out. ‘Since you walked into me.’ He stated, you Jae slacked even more. ‘You walked into me.’ You retorted, he smiled before bending down and capturing your lips, your both let go of each other’s hands before his tangled in your hair, and your pulled him closer.

[babygirlofwakanda]

This will be updated frequently.

T’Challa / Chadwick Headcanons—

Meeting T’Challa

Drippin’ With T’Challa

T’Challa / Chadwick Imagines & Short Stories—

Insatiable

Never Ending Cycle

Never Ending Cycle Bonus

Influences

Two Cats w/ @blackpanthersmut

Chapter One Chapter Two

Magic City

Chapter One Chapter Two

M’Baku / Winston Headcanons—

Meeting M’Baku

Yearning For M’Baku

Teasing M’Baku

M’Baku / Winston Imagines & Short Stories—

Wedding Night

Bali, Indonesia

Bruised and Breathless

Not Gon Cry

Baby, It’s Yours

Thor / Chris Imagines & Short Stories—

Calm Before The Storm

Miracles

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chiron / Trevante Imagines & Short Stories—

Passion, Making Love

Erik / Michael Imagines & Short Stories—

Old Friends

Sweet Treats

[sonofnjobu]

I’ve been super busy, but I haven’t forgotten. What do you want to see first?

[chaneajoyyy]

Got you!! I been tagging you in fics

Where everybody at?? Nobody posting MBJ, M’Baku, or Killmonger fics? I need something to read ☺️ 😜😂

@hearteyes-for-killmonger @chaneajoyyy @mbakusthrone

[lifeisapitch15]

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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[sisterwifeudaku]

King’s Trip

T’Challa , M’Baku, Redeemed! Erik

Warning: Mention of death, slight cursing

Word count: 1,914+ words

Note: This is part one to a fandom collab started by @royallyprincesslilly !! @blackandfair I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

"I'm just asking you both the same question I did in family counseling...how are you two going to run Wakanda if you can not get along?" The therapist posed the question making the cousins sit back and digest what was said.

A technique that they had learned during one of their many sessions. Erik was the first to speak up and voice his opinion.

"You right Iyanla. We gotta do better in order to be better for all these nigg- the citizens of Wakanda".

The therapist, actually named Fundiswa laughed lightly at the joke Erik threw her way. After knowing her and sharing his darkest secrets with the woman he felt comfortable enough to crack a little joke here and there. At first she thought he just didn't want to say her name but he later explained why he called her that, "she fixes and saves lives and that's what you're doing. I never had anyone to talk about my feelings with", so you gladly excepted it as a way of him showing that he cares.

T'Challa looked at his cousin and smiled. He had witnessed him battle with his demons from the moment he stepped foot on Wakanda soil and he had come so far.

"My dear cousin you have taken the words out of my mouth. I agree we must do this for not only our Citizens but ourselves as well" the two slapped hands as they sat on the couch.

"Great! Now if I recall M'Baku was a problem for you N'Jadaka correct?" The man nodded and ran a hand over his lowcut fade.

"Ok so why don't you two invite him and go on some type of trip perhaps? That way you can bond and talk about whatever issues that are bothering you." Fundiswa suggested. The royal family did group sessions as well as individual sessions which showed her that they all had secrets that they have yet to share with one another.

" So you saying we should have a guys trip?" Erik spoke rubbing his chin hairs.

"I like it. E it sounds very interesting." T'Challa spoke up before standing and looking at the time.

"Ms. Fundiswa thank you for this suggestion. We might need a How people say brocation-" T'Challa stated only to be cut off.

"Nigga I know you didn't just say brocation. We need a cooler name like Kingcation or some shit." Erik said as he stood up and stretched his limbs.

The two men bid the therapist farewell as they began to walk down the hall towards T'Challa's office.

"Inform Lord M'Baku that I would like to meet with him." T'Challa told his assistant as she nodded and ran off to do what she was told.

"Thank you" he yelled out as she sped walked down the long hallway.

The following day the Royal Family stood waiting for the Great Gorilla to exit the vibranium ship. Being the man that he is, M'Baku chose to make a grand entrance having his soldiers chant and bang on drums.

Shuri and Queen Mother looked at one another with questioning gazes before looking to T'Challa whose face held a smirk as his hands stayed behind his back.

"Brother why is it that every time Lord M'Baku comes to the palace he does something this extra?"

"Well princess" a beat "I am a big man and a big man deserves an even bigger entrance" M'Baku answered walking on the rose petals that were thrown at his feet.

As the large man greeted the Udaku family he stopped at Erik.

"Outsider" he stated with a small nod.

"Mr.T" Erik stated back curtly

Before M'Baku could say anything else T'Challa stepped in and began to talk.

"Before the two of you start to argue let us talk in my office"

Once they made it to the room the two male's bodies possessed the seats on the opposite side of the vibranium desk facing the King. It was quiet as he observed the two in front of him. Sure he had his issues with them both but after a year of therapy and coming to terms with everything that had transpired since he became the king he learned to let go of any and all animosity towards them, mostly his cousin.

"M'Baku" a beat " For years you have been voicing your opinion on how we run things here and once you decided to no longer isolate your people from the rest of us I noticed the hostility towards others." The king spoke as he sat back in his seat.

"Well we believe now that in order for us all to move forward we must put the ill feelings aside. And what better way than to learn more about one another"

"That is not the worst idea I have heard but why is he here" M'Baku asked, pointing to Erik who sat beside him mugging him.

"He is here because he will be learning more about us and vice versa" he responded in a matter of fact tone.

"I see" a few seconds passed before he finished his statement.

"You make a valid point. A true warrior and king must put his feelings to the side and focus on his people". It was silent before he spoke up again.

"So how exactly are we going to do this?"

"N'Jadaka go on and tell him" T'Challa spoke. He had no time to plan anything with his busy schedule so he gave Erik that task along with his trust to ensure that he would make the right decisions for the mini vacation.

"Ok so peep this shit" the man stated as he stood up and clapped his hands.

"So we going on a lil kingcation for 10 days. Starting off in Cali for numerous reasons" he stated before bringing in a chart and laser pointer.

" To show you all where I'm from, California knows how to party, and lastly we can do something at the outreach center so it's not just all play" he listed off folding his arms once he was complete.

"I for one find that to be a good plan. Count me in cousin" the king stated pulling at his father's necklace.

"Perhaps I can attend. Just keep Agent Ross' people away from me" M'Baku stated.

"So that settles it huh? Kings take LA" Erik stated with a smile. He missed home just a little. It wasn't better than Wakanda but it was all he knew for so long.

"Kings take Los Angeles" T'Challa and M'Baku reiterated before M'Baku started to bark.

Here all three of them were walking off the ship with the a decent amount of Dora Milaje and Jabari warriors for protection walking into the outreach center in California.

"Better to get it over with now than to wait until I get you two fucked up off the Henny" Erik said when in reality he just wanted to see the place where his father took his last breath.

The whole time T'Challa showed the two around Erik's mind was racing and when they got to the exact area of where the worst day of his life had happened so did his heartbeat.

He stood there in the entrance as everyone else piled into the room reliving the tragedy.

His chest got tight as he looked over at his cousin who had been trying to get his attention for the last few minutes.

"N'Jadaka what is wrong?" T'Challa questioned as he observed his odd behavior before it clicked in his mind. This must be where his father, T'Chaka, had taken the life of his own baby brother. 

"This is where I became an orphan. Where I saw my father laying in a pool of his own blood." He spoke up as the room fell silent and he continued. He didn’t want to keep talking about the issue but the large range of emotion he felt at the moment made him just blurt everything out. Perhaps it’s what he needed.

"Sometimes Iay awake at night thinking about that day. What time I woke up to my father making me breakfast, he hated cereal and refused to let me eat it. And how we watched Saturday morning cartoons together before he sent me to get dressed and play outside with some kids from the building. That night he let me stay out a little later since Uncle Ja- Zuri came over to talk to him. I was usually asleep when this happened but this time he let me play. I always think of that day and how I wish I was in my bedroom. That way he could have killed me too, taken me with him, or I could have protected my daddy since nobody else would" by the end of his little speech everyone had a sympathetic look on their face and some were even wiping tears.

He didn’t feel completely better but it was a start. He had explained his sorrow infront of his cousin one time and that was when he took the throne in ritual combat. Yet this was the first time Erik noticed how the king and his people cringed at the thought of the previous King’s actions.

"Shit coulda been different man" he spoke before a few tears fell from his eyes. T'Challa looked at him before wrapping an arm around his shoulders leading him to a corner so they could talk.

" I know you are in pain now and this pain may never end but you must know your baba is no longer suffering. I too have lost my baba to a senseless act of violence but I know I must keep moving on, it is fine to cry and express that pain but life must still go on" he spoke as he rubbed his cousin's back.

"N'Jadaka" M'Baku spoke as he made his way towards them.

"I am sorry if I interrupted however I just wanted to give you my condolences. No child should have to go through what you have went through. I don't want you to take this as pity but you have earned my respect sir. You dealt with that tragedy and still managed to live on"

"Good looks man. 'preciate it" he said extending his right hand for a handshake.

"You know what you a ok nigga" Erik responded as they dapped one another up.

"Aye T y'all niggas got a kitchen in here. Crying made a G hungry as hell" he spoke making some of the employees of the center laugh.

"I believe so. Follow me" the king said leading the group towards the cafeteria area.

"Aweee shit is that fried chicken" Erik said as he looked at the kids plate when they walked past.

On his way to get himself a plate Erik saw a speaker and auxiliary cable sitting on a vacant table. He smiled as he pulled out his phone and connected it to the speaker.

All of a sudden the children jumped up to dance as Tupac Shakur's "California Love" blared through the area. "Now let me welcome everybody to the wild Wild West a state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness" the kids and the adults screamed as they jumped and danced. Erik smiled at the sight of people enjoying life. The place he dreaded and felt unsafe in was a place these people loved and felt safe. The place that took so much from him gave so much to the community. It provides education, jobs, sports, and a place for families to prosper. He could deal with his demons if it meant less problems for the youth to endure.

"So how do you like it N'Jadaka?"

"Man T this shit is dope" he spoke before grabbing his tray.

"So you do not want to leave after we eat? You are fine here today?" M'Baku asked raising his brow.

"I'm a hunnid man we can chill out here. They lit" he responded with a genuine smile watching the kids.

[mbakusthrone]

Fever [M’Baku x Reader]

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You wake up in the middle of the night deathly sick, M’Baku panics.

A/N: Let me know if I should make this a story/series. If i do I’ll probably add another chapter before the end of the day and for the future chapters, smut. For now it’s some angst I guess? Enjoy!

When you woke, the first thing you noticed was the sweat. Even in the frigid Jabari weather, your husband M’Baku’s warmth during the night could make you slightly perspire, but this was different. You were drenched, sweat pooling out of every one of your pores. Confused, you tried to sit up on your elbows. That’s when you noticed the pain. A deep, bruising soreness that felt like a seven ton weight on every inch of your body. Something was obviously very, very wrong. Breathing heavily, you took hold of M’Baku’s wrist. He was sleeping soundly beside you, a peaceful yet solemn look on the Chief’s smooth, dark skin. He was handsome, even in his sleep. You tried to mutter his name, but you were so fatigued it barely came out as a sigh. You felt like you were dying. You needed help. Taking in a slow, shaky breath, you closed your eyes and pushed all your strength to your voice,

“M’BAKU!!”

Your husband shot up in bed, and in a confused panic, grabbed his bedside spear and pointed it at nothing, eyes still half open in a daze.

“WHAT IS IT? WHO IS THERE?”

You hadn’t meant to scream that loud, if you weren’t ill, you might have laughed. You squeezed your trembling hand around his broad wrist, unable to use any more energy to talk.

“Y/N,” He said in a soft, yet fearful voice. He reached for the bedside lantern and turned it towards your face and cursed. Your rich, brown skin had turned pale, deep, black rings circled your sunken eyes. You were shaking, somehow freezing under the sea of sweat. M’Baku immediately swept you up and covered you in a fur blanket, his large, strong arms locking you in place. You weren’t sure if it was a relief or a discomfort with your body battling the extreme temperatures. Sprinting at an impossible speed, M’Baku frantically went about the palace, only stopping to lift a heavily muscled thigh to KICK through any door in your way. A familiar, burnt copper taste crawled up your throat and you coughed into the blanket, your mouth filling with saliva and blood. Burying your head against M’Baku’s wide chest, you prayed to Hanuman that you would make it through the night. M’Baku stopped at a small house, a place you almost recognized.

“MEDIC!!” M’Baku half barked half yelped, like a wounded animal, “I NEED A MEDIC!!”

You lifted a hand to M’Baku’s cheek, he looked down at you with dark, terrified eyes.

“I need you to stay with me, Y/N, help is here. She’ll help you and you are going to be okay. You will be fine, my love. You will be fine.” You knew he was reassuring himself rather than you. You stroked your thumb across his cheek as your response. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain shot through your stomach. Before you could react, you turned from M’Baku and puked, dark red blood covering the snow. M’Baku started breathing heavily, almost deep sobs coming from his sighs.

“CEBISA!! CEBISA!! I NEED YOUR HELP!” M’Baku bellowed. Just as he did, the door slowly creaked open and out wobbled an old, seasoned woman balancing herself on a twisted cane. Cebisa.

“What is all the screaming about!! Boy it’s the middle of the night! Chief or no chief, i should knock-“ Cebisa stopped in her tracks once she saw you, trembling and pale wrapped in your blanket, blood stains on your lips and cheeks. “C’mon now, bring her in, quickly!”

M’Baku desperately moved past her and ducked under her door, bringing you both in to the warmth of her house. The smell in the air was like a sweet medicine, it gave you a sickly feeling and you could feel more vomit rising in your belly. Cebisa could almost read your thoughts.

“Don’t you throw up on my hardwood floors now. Here, I’ll clear the table, set her down here.”

M’Baku slowly set you down on the cool, Jabari wooden table. The table was small, so your legs dangled at the bottom. The piercing pain still jabbing at your side, you began to cry. You didn’t mean to make yourself look weak in front of your husband, but the pain...you felt like a child. Helpless and suffering. M’Baku tightly held your hand while Cebisa held a cool washcloth to your forehead.

“What’s wrong with you? What happened?”

“I don’t think she can talk...she threw up so much blood. Is she going to be okay? Cebisa?”

Cebisa stayed silent while she worked, checking your temperature and your pulse, her old knotted hands wavering around you as she grabbed herbs and bowls. M’Baku stood over you, his massive frame seemingly taking up half the room. He was too tall for the house, his head bent down, watching you intently, eyes flickering around you in a panic.

Cebisa held a bowl to your lips, in your pain and fatigue, it was all you could do to open your lips and drink the dark green, bitter liquid. It hardly went down before it came up again, you were throwing up on Cebisa’s hardwood floors, blood and medicine pooling the ground. Cebisa didn’t seem to care. She turned to M’Baku, her face darkened,

“M’Baku....I think Y/N has been poisoned...”

With that, your world faded to black.