#dark!m’baku

[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.

Keep reading

[alostlovergirl]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Some or all of these stories may be dark and my dark content contains disturbing material. Minors DNI and proceed at your own risk.

Hi everyone, you can call me stargirl and I am 19 years old. I am coming back after a while off of dark content. I am getting back into marvel stuff and everything may not be accurate. Don't be afraid to ask or request anything from me, just please don't rush me. I am a college student and I work, so I might not be able to work on requests all the times. I hope you all enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes

My Perfect 1950s housewife : Dark Fic with smut

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Open wide : Dark Fic with smut

Tony stark

She is all mines: Dark Fic

Locked in: Dark Fic

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Come back to me part 1 Pulling Back: part 2. Pregnancy Hours: part 3: Dark Fics with smut

Random : smut

Peter Parker

Danger!: Dark Fic

Steve Rogers

Gonna fix her - part 2 : Dark Fic

Obsession: Dark Fic with smut

Pure: Dark Fic with smut

Bruce Banner

Gentle punishments. : smut

Just worried : Dark Fic with smut

Stephen Strange

Drown in it: Dark Fic with smut

Two for the price of one: Dark Fic with smut

Thor Odinson

Embarrassment: Dark Fic with smut

Loki Laufeyson

Marriage of Convenience : Fluff The Marriage: Fluff The Sex: Smut Tease: Smut

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (24.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, mentions of character's death

A/N: This is an interlude chapter.

Indecent Proposal (24)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Now, the mansion…

“You promised to make things up to me,” you pout and give Steve the stinky eye. “Talk is cheap. I want your cocks.”

You wanted to go down and dirty, but Steve and Bucky wished to talk to you first. Now you’re sitting in the armchair at the library, Alpine in your lap, looking like a villain in a movie while patting the cat.

“You will have to make a lot up to me and Alpine,” you hold Bucky’s gaze. “You worried the poor cat. I had to brush their fur and give them a new necklace to calm the Alpine.”

Steve grins at your serious expression. “Doll, we are sorry about worrying you. And I will give you everything you want tomorrow. For tonight, we need to talk about a few things. We promised you to tell you everything.”

“We want nothing more than to ruin you all over again,” Bucky smirks when you start to squirm in your seat. “Steve is right, though. We need to talk about a few things, and after, we need a rest. It was a fucking long week.”

“You’re not hurt, right?” You look Bucky up and down before turning your head toward Steve. “Right? Everyone came home safely. All of your men too.”

“No one got hurt, doll,” Bucky assures you. “Our men know how to handle any situation. Jake localized Brock’s hideout, and we stormed the house. Not a big deal.”

You listen closely, hoping Bucky is telling you the truth. He gives you a soft smile and runs his hand over your head, but you won’t let him distract you this time.

“Is that the truth? We didn’t lose anyone. They are all safe,” you press on. “You won’t lie to me.”

“We swear, no one got hurt but the bastard trying to hurt you and our babies,” Steve softly says. He cups your face to press a kiss on your forehead. “They are having food at the moment. M’Baku was hungry.”

You giggle. M’Baku seems to be always hungry. Ever so often, you made a sandwich for the tall guy too when you sneaked into the kitchen for your nightly cravings.

He’s a giant, but a friendly one. M’Baku told you about his family and the woman he wants to marry. For a member of the mafia, he’s pretty nice.

You sigh, relieved. No one got hurt, everyone came back alive. The danger is over. – For now. You never know. In your husband's line of business, you’ll never not be in danger. They have enemies lurking in the dark, waiting for their chance to get back at Steve and Bucky.

“I want to know it all,” you say. “No more secrets, Steve, Bucky. Please fill me in. I need to know.”

“We killed Rumlow and disposed of his body,” Bucky hastily says. He hopes you do not hate him for killing another man in your name. “He died faster than he deserved.”

“He won’t cause trouble ever again,” Steve clears his throat. He can see the worry in your eyes and tries to assure you no one will ever find out Bucky killed Brock. “Natasha helped cover his death. We made it look like he left town because Natasha found out that he was a corrupt cop. Jake was a big help. Remind me to never mess with Jake Jensen.”

“Jakie is a sweetheart,” you coo. “He distracted me with zombies and explained to me how he hacks into a system.”

“Zombies?” Bucky grunts. “He showed you zombies. Is that a code word for his dick?” He cocks a brow. “Doll, answer me.”

“No, dummy,” you giggle and snort. “He designed a video game. There are zombies, and guns…and stuff. It’s pretty cool. Jake is a smart guy. You should pay him more.”

Steve laughs at his husband’s pissed expression. He can’t bear sharing your attention with someone else but Steve. Bucky hums and plans on having a serious conversation with Jake in the morning.

“Don’t put, Bucky baby,” you hold out your hand for Bucky. “You know I already got my hands full with you and Stevie. I cannot handle another man. Jake is only a nice guy helping not to worry about you.”

“Fine,” Bucky still pouts, but promises you to not hurt Jake.

“How about we forget about Brock and everything else for tonight and,” you smirk at Steve, “in the morning, you can make things up to me…”

Part 25

Tags in reblog.

[juhneenteagues]

And let’s get into the vegetarian King of the thiccums himself…

Erik Killmonger was incredibly hot in Black Panther and it’s really a shame just hope fwoine he was bc he was not a good person (yay trauma)… glad we got a little bit more of him in Wakanda Forever 😭😭😭😭

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being noticeably distracted by M'Baku's good looks during a diplomatic meeting.

The bright blue sky with only a hint of clouds, the sun making everything glow - it did a LOT for M’Baku, shining on just the right spots, shadows in the right places, just damn. It was impossible to look away from him when he took the floor, speaking to everyone in that deep voice of his. Your hands were clasping at your knees, holding on tight, almost white-knuckling while imagining what it would be like to run your hands along his impressive biceps. To taste what his neck is like underneath that fur cape that he wore despite the warm temperatures. And dear God those thighs - Shuri nudged your arm, getting your attention. When you turned to her, she rolled her eyes and then motioned her head over to one of the elders who was speaking now. You hadn’t even noticed that M’Baku now had his mouth closed, though the corners were turned up slightly. You had definitely been caught staring now. You really did attempt to keep your eyes on the elder, to listen to what he was saying. It was most likely important, considering it was a diplomatic meeting and what had happened here today could dictate the future of Wakanda. But like a moth to a flame, your eyes did eventually go back to M’Baku. Good lord that man was fine, his eyes dark and sexy, his facial hair creating a natural contour that did wonders for his face. “You’re drooling,” Shuri whispered to you, making you sit up ramrod straight, and bring your thumb to your bottom lip. When you saw that it was dry, Shuri was silently laughing next to you, her shoulders shaking. “Rude,” You muttered. “If you stopped staring, drooling wouldn’t be a concern,” She shot back. When the meeting ended, you only had a vague idea of what had happened. You’d get the notes from Shuri or Nakia later, but right now - you were intending on following M’Baku out and trying to get a glimpse of what his ass looked like beneath the armor.

Requested by: Anonymous

[sonofarathorn]

Warmth

Pairing: M’Baku x Wakandan!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: Fem!Reader. Black!Reader. Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Dirty Talk. Fluff. 

Summary: Soft morning sex with M’Baku to keep warm. That’s it. That’s the whole fic. 

A/N: Nothing but respect for my king. Hope you all enjoy this smutty fantasy. It’s my first time writing for M’Baku, so I’m a little nervous. I also edited this in like 10 minutes, so all mistakes are my own. 

M’Baku is warm in the mornings. Especially compared to the cold air of the bedroom that surrounds you. 

Being from the River Tribe yourself, you’re still getting used to the permafrost that covers every inch of the Jabari lands. Harsh and unforgiving, it sinks into your skin, and settles deep into your bones. The cold nights and even colder mornings are jarring. And though you probably won’t mention it out loud, though you’re sure your perceptive husband already knows, the endless peaks of snowy mountains sometimes make you miss the warm, flat soil of your old valley home. 

Still, you wouldn’t trade your love for M’Baku for all the endless summers in the world. Even when your toes and fingers feel stiff and frozen, and you never think you’ll be warm again. 

Pale sunlight filters through the skylight above your bed, splintering on the glass and refracting on the walls in little swatches of rainbow. Though it gently strokes your skin, it’s weak and hardly warms you. It does, however, illuminate the hulking form of your husband. Not that the king needs the feeble rays to announce his presence, his snoring does that for him. 

You stretch, stirring your heavy limbs. A bad idea. Freezing air infiltrates the warm nest of furs piled on top of you. You shiver, and your body stiffens in protest. You curse under your breath, the chattering of teeth accompanying the colorful language. 

Bast only knows how the Jabari first survived this all those years ago, with only their hard heads and proud hearts to keep them warm. 

“You would keep the heat in if you stopped moving,” M’Baku mumbles sleepily. You can hear the amusement in his voice, warm and rich like chocolate. “Go back to sleep.” 

You huff under your breath. “I can’t.” You flex your toes, feeling the twist of soft fur. “It’s too cold.” 

M’Baku rolls onto his stomach and wordlessly lifts his arm. You slide into his embrace thankfully. He settles above you, a furnace in his own right. With his weight on top of you and his dewy breath in your ear, you almost allow yourself to sink deep into the syrupy waves of unconsciousness. That is, until your husband decides to open his mouth. 

“How is that?” He asks, body rumbling with the deep vibration of his voice. 

“Better,” you mumble, sleeping tugging heavy on your eyelids. 

“You know, this would be much easier if you were naked,” M’Baku whispers in your ear, voice raspy from the last fading traces of sleep.  

You can’t help the shudder that goes down your spine. “I doubt that.” You try to keep your tone even, but you suspect your husband heard the slight hitch in your voice from the grin pressed against your cheek. 

“No, no. Skin to skin is very effective,” he insists, one large hand sliding under the bottom of your nightgown. 

The corners of your lips tug upwards. “And how would you know that, Lord M’Baku? Who have you kept warm with this, hm, skin to skin method?” 

M’Baku clears his throat. “I’ve heard about it. The, uh soldiers…they talk.” He kisses the skin behind your ear. “Shall we give it a try? Hm, ikumkani wam?” He slips one of the straps from your shoulder and presses a kiss there as well. The scrape of his beard against your skin has your mind slipping to other things, though you’re sure M’Baku’s mind has wandered there as well. 

“And if I’m still cold afterwards?” You ask, the words saccharine and coy, dripping off of your tongue like honey.

He lifts his head so you can see the glimmer in the depths of his dark eyes. “Then I suppose we would have to try a different tactic.” 

You sit up to let him pull the nightgown over your head and fall back against the soft bed. M’Baku’s eyes roam over the soft curves of your body, lit by the gentle sunlight. Your skin looks like honeyed whiskey. Like onyx glinting at noon. Polished mahogany and clay. He drinks you in, and you do the same. 

Your gaze sliding over the rounded peaks of his shoulders. Down the expanse of his chest to his belly, and then dipping further still. To the hard flesh of his cock, stiff against your inner thigh. 

M’Baku likes to sleep naked. The way Hanuman intended, he says, and you’re not complaining. It gives you easy access. Easy access for your eyes to gawk at him. To appreciate the way his shoulders roll when he stretches. Easy access for your fingers to skim over his soft skin. To feel the heat of his body pressed tightly against yours.  

Easy access to do other things, like slide your hand down his stomach and wrap around his cock. 

“What are you doing, my love?” He murmurs, eyelids sliding shut. 

“Keeping you warm.” 

“Mm, I thought that was supposed to be my job.” 

You look up at him, a smile growing on your face. “Then come keep me warm, my king.” 

M’Baku lowers himself over you with a short snort of laughter. “Yes, ikumkani wam.” 

His lips meet yours, slow and sweet at first. Bringing a warmth that unfurls in your belly like the comfort of the first sip of tea. The rich, sharp taste of wine after a long day. His warrior’s hands are gentle on your body, calloused fingertips skimming over your jaw. Tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, press his tongue into the seam of your mouth. 

And then the kiss grows faster, heated. The press of his lips more insistent. The warmth of his tongue fills you, eagerly tasting each and every moan that bubbles up from your throat. The press of his fingers hard against your skin. Stripping you down, squeezing and pulling you closer. A hand over your breast, palm scraping your nipple. The other gripping your thigh, using it for leverage to rut against your stomach. 

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and let M’Baku press you deeper into the bed. 

His lips leave yours and carve a path over your body. Down your throat. Across your shoulder. Over the peaks of your breasts, with a detour to suck on your puckered nipples. His tongue laves over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and wetness pooling between your thighs. 

M’Baku fits his hand between your legs, and plays with your folds. “Glory to Hanuman,” he breathes against your chest. “An offering all for me?” His fingers swirl around your clit, then dip to press against your entrance. 

You arch your back, legs spreading of their own accord. An invitation. One he accepts willingly. 

He slides a finger into your cunt, breaking you open for him. You mewl, a heady warmth sliding through you at the slow press of his fingers. His name falls off of your lips. A quiet puff of air in the vast expanse of the room. 

M’Baku curls his finger, fucking you open in broad strokes. His thumb circles your clit at a leisurely pace. He’s in no hurry. Content to watch you twitch and shudder under his touch. To behold the display of hedonism splayed out across furs and cotton. He would much rather pass the day with you, tangled in the sheets. Taking his time to unravel you bit by bit, over and over again. 

Let the council wait. They couldn’t do anything without him.

He is king, after all. And as king, his job was to take care of his queen. 

“Are you feeling warm yet, my love?” Your husband asks, sliding a second finger inside of you.  

The burn of the stretch is intoxicating. In no time, you feel as though you are floating on clouds. Ascending to the heavens. 

You want more. You need more. You need him. His weight on top of you. His cock inside of you. Pushing and pushing, taking and taking. Giving until you’re spent. 

“I’m still a little cold,” you say, and though you try to play it coy, the desire is embarrassingly clear in your voice. 

M’Baku chuckles. “Well, we cannot have that, can we?” He asks. “How should I warm you?”

“Make love to me, M’Baku” you whisper, wrapping your hand around his cock again. You guide him towards the wanting warmth of your cunt. 

“Mm. Yes, my queen.” M’Baku spreads your legs wider and situates himself between your thighs.

His lips brush over yours as he thrusts forward, letting the head of his cock slide against your clit. He groans at the warmth of you coating his aching cock; the soft skin of your thighs caging him in, urging him closer. His hips roll forward again, and again, and again, until he’s completely covered in you. 

You sigh against his parted mouth, lifting your hips up to meet his next thrust. “Please,” you beg. You long to feel him move inside you. To be joined, one body, one soul. 

M’Baku shushes you, his hand sliding down  your stomach. He holds you in place as he fills you with one slow stroke. 

Your jaw drops, and you choke at the sensation. So full. Of love. Of him. The air in your lungs exits in a pitiful whine as M’Baku pushes into you completely. You scratch at his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him closer. 

M’Baku moans, low and gravelly, as the warmth of your cunt envelopes him. The hand not holding you still fists into the pillow beside your head. An anchor keeping him present. Keeping him contained. He curses quietly, eyes screwing shut. 

“Bast,” you pant. “You feel so good inside me, kumkani wam.” 

M’Baku’s hips snap forward at the sound of his official title falling from your lips. “Be careful, my love, or this will be over much sooner than we’d want.”

“I don’t care.” You grab his hip, trying to urge him forward. “I want you. All of you.” 

He kisses your chin, but doesn’t budge. “And I want you.” 

“Then take me.” You grind your own hips upwards, desperate for some kind of friction. “I’m yours.”

“Relax, my love.” M’Baku draws his hips backwards. “I will take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. His thrusts, though languid at first, are hard and deep. They would have pushed you up the bed if your lover hadn’t been holding you in place. M’Baku curls his body over you, pinning you down so that all you can do is take all that he gives. And he gives so much. 

He is all around you. Warm like the summer rains of your homeland. His lips caressing your skin. Sweeping down your neck and across your shoulders. His skin pressed against yours. Heat burrowing its way into your skin. Magma settling low in your stomach, spreading into your veins, bursting on the tip of your tongue. His body rolls against yours like ocean waves. Threatening to capsize you. To drown you. 

M’Baku is grinding now, just the way you like it. He hooks his arm under your leg. Spreading you apart so his hips can brush your clit with every thrust. Now the fire burns over your skin. Leaving uncontrollable decimation in its wake.  

You cry out, nails scratching against his arms, and M’Baku smiles. 

“There you are.” He kisses you messily. “Is this what you wanted, my queen?” 

You nod. “Don’t stop.” 

“Oh, I won’t stop, my love.” His hips speed up a little. “Not when you’re so close. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock. I want all of Jabari Land, all of Wakanda, to know how their king pleasures his queen. Will you tell them, my love? Hm? Will you shout my name for all to hear?” 

“Yes. Oh yes. Just–ah– just don’t stop. I’m going to come.” You arch into his touch, your orgasm so maddeningly close. 

“Show me,” he murmurs, lifting your leg higher to change the angle, and it’s all over.

Light bursts behind your eyelids. Static fills your senses. You come with a broken wail, sharp cries of fuckfuckfuck and M’Baku and kumkani wam filling the air. M’Baku fucks you through your orgasm steadily, not stopping, even when the peak of your first crests into a smaller, but still earth-shattering, second. 

His voice fills your ear. Gentle praises of how beautiful you are when you come, of how good your cunt feels squeezing around him. Filthy promises of his own impending orgasm– to fill you up until you were dripping, to keep it there inside of you, to watch it slide onto the sheets, and to fuck it back inside of you. 

“I want it,” you say desperately. “I want all of it. Please, M’Baku. I want to feel you inside of me.” 

M’Baku groans, fingers digging into your thigh. He kisses you deeply, burying his own strangled cry in your mouth. His hips stutter, hard thrusts growing sloppy. He can only grunt out a warning before he’s spilling his warmth inside of you. 

It feels never ending. Your body seizes, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him there. M’Baku rocks against you, riding out the wave of his orgasm. His lips brush your cheek, muttering nonsensical phrases against your skin. He sags on top of you, holding you close as your heartbeats return to normal. 

“Do you think they heard us?” M’Baku grins sheepishly. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You tease, limbs relaxing as the world begins to fade around you. 

“Mmm,” he answers. “How are you, my love? Do you think you could sleep now?” 

You nod weakly. Exhaustion already tugs heavily at your eyelids. Between the sex and the comforting weight of his body, you could be out in mere seconds. 

“Good,” he whispers. “Sleep. And when you wake I promise I will be ready to make love to you again.” 

“What about your council meeting?” You ask. “Your duties as king?” 

“My duty as king is to keep you happy and warm.” He yawns, and rests his chin against the top of your head. “The council will just have to wait until we are done.” He says, sleep already lacing into the edges of his voice.  

M’Baku makes good on his word when you awake some few hours later. Several times, in fact.  

He is king after all. And a good king always keeps his promises.

Comments/Reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

Tags: @flightlessangelwings​ @luxuryberzatto​

[szagaloree]

Like ice

Dom! Fem x m’baku x t’challa

Consists: size kink/belly bulge/ throat bulge/daddy&mommy kink/ foreplay/anal kink/breeding kink/ pain kink/ rough play/ degrading kink/overstimulation/ and cum kink (just when a person is covered in loads of cum I can’t think of the name of the kink😭)

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M’baku and t’challa have been discussing their plan to get their girl to literally take control of both of them, yea both! Even M’baku this was his idea first, knowing M’baku intimidating nature he IS dominant, t’challa he’s a mix of both, but to think M’baku would be submissive with his girl is kinda wow. During the day both the men were very busy, of course due to them both being king’s they are working, she was left to do her own thing but the thing is she had nothing to do, she was completely bored.

She groans laying in her bed tossing and turning and flipping, she looks at the time and she only had two hours left till her boys come home. She was so anxious and ready for them to come home to her, by the time it came it’s been two hours after and she was irritated, where were they?! She taps her kimoyo beads calling M’baku but he didn’t answer nor did t’challa and there what pisses her off is when they don’t answer. Once she walks down the steps she hears a deep chuckle coming from the hallway “oh my little snowflake,” M’baku said, “M’baku where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for you both-" she stops when t’challa walks out the darkness as well with a smirk on his face, something told her it was a set up, “you’ve been waiting hm?” He spoke “yes I have! You’re both late!” She scolds but their smirk never left their face.

“Well… maybe our beautiful babygirl can give us a good punishment for being late,”t’challa said, her eyes go wide looking at both of you, “w-what are you talking about?” She asks, “oh you know exaactly what we’re talking about,” M’baku smirked walking up to her taunting her, her breath bitches which is something he always does to her, “we want our babygirl to take control, hmph… it seems this is the right occasion for it,” t’challa spoke leaning into her neck.

“You want me to take control?” She asks.

They both nodded, “we do what mommy says eh?” M’baku asked t’challa he chuckles nodding “mhm” she quirks a brow feeling a smirk come up on her face as the confidence rises, “hmph what should I do with the both of you?” She tilts her head, M’baku grabs her waist kissing her neck but she pushes him away a little “you don’t get to touch me, boys who are late don’t deserve it,” she said, she glances at the stairs “bedroom” she said and they waisted no time with that heading straight up to the bedroom. Once they got up into the bedroom she smirks “clothes off” she demanded, they begin stripping of their clothing, staring deeply at her, their hard erects got her attention boy did she love it, their size makes her legs shrivel everytime.

“Why do you insist on being late hm? I would love to hear this,” she spoke kissing along M’baku’s chest, “a last meeting popped up, we couldn’t miss it,” t’challa said “but couldn’t answer my call hm what a shame,” she grabs t’challa hard dick making him walk closer to her, she strokes his erect making hum from the feeling, his eyes close as he leans his head back, she didn’t want to leave M’baku out on the phone “strip me of my clothes M’baku,” she tells him, he waisted no time taking off her close he rips her favorite panties off making her suck her teeth slaps his arm “that was my favorite,” she said “I can but you a hundred more,” he said.

I continue to stroke t’challa, while nibbling at m’baku’s lips, he grunts needy as he kisses her lustfully she kisses back, stroking t’challa faster “ohhh mommy-ughh” t’challa grunts, she pulls away dropping down to her knees, she flicks her tongue on M’baku’s tip staring up at him, “oh baby” he mumbles, she brings both of them closer to her face flicking her tongue in the middle so the sides of her tongue touches the their tips, she takes m’baku’s dick first swallowing him whole, did i forget to mention she barley has a gag reflex, she moans deep throating him leaving him on cloud nine.

He grunted grabbing her hair guiding her to go faster till she slaps his hand away, giving him that warning glare he pouted but that pout turned into a moan soon after. T’challa’s hips thrusted eagerly wanting his turn, she pulls away with ‘pop’ looking into t’challa’s dark eyes “you want your turn baby boy hm?” He nodded immediately “yes mommy,ughhh” he groans she plays with his tip,”lays your ass on the bed,” she said to m’baku she stood up as m’baku lays on the bed, staring at her ass he begins stroking himself to relief some of the tension ins his body, “Aht aht i didn’t say you can stroke yourself,” she said he grunted knowing it irked his nerve, she chuckles “is that attitude I hear?” He huffs “no mommy,” he says, she walks around the bed crawling over to him till her pussy was right in front of him, as he goes to pick she pulls up “you don’t get to eat yet, since you wanna have a attitude,” she said, she grabs t’challa’s waist pulling him closer to give him head, meanwhile m’baku’s member keeps poking at her chest, “please let me eat… fuck” he grunted, “you wannna eat it?” She looks back “mhmm,” she then goes to sit on his face and boy that man went to town devouring her.

“Ouuu fuck yess-eat this pussy baby mmm” She moans rolling her hips as his tongue swirls around clit. She’s stares up at T’challa with a smirk, “mommy please touch me,” he pleaded, his needy eyes said it, she moans taking him in her mouth, she swirls her tongue engulfing his girth in tight throat, he leans his head back moaning the vibrations from her moaning because of m’baku made him almost cum, “mmm fuck yesss… awww-bast!” She squealed m’baku slaps her ass squeezing it. “I’m bout to cum baku, mmm-you betta make me cum,” she whimpered, he pulled her down farther sucking and licking till she cummed on his tongue, she moans and moves out the way “since t’challa didn’t get nun he goes first, go sit down and be a good boy and stroke yourself,” she said.

He did as told sitting down with big thigh spread apart, stroking his big member t’challa pushes me down smacking my ass “hmm, this dom you is not so bad, it’s intriguing,” he smirks “you both told me to take control, shouldn’t be expecting anything less,” she said confidently “ohh this dominant her is torturing, mmm how I want to demolish that pussy you got,” M’baku spoke, she gasps when t’challa’s member slides in thanks to her wetness. “Oh fuck daddy! Mmm yes fuck me goood,” she moans, his hip thrusts hard with no remorse, he wanted her to feel every single bit of him, he grabs her neck pulling her upwards. “Babyyy fuck-you feel so good in my pussy-yesss!” She yells, she stares at m’baku stroking himself even faster, “daddy! I know you wanna cum, come here,” she moans m’baku stood up stroking faster as his grunts get louder and harder, “yess yes yess!” She yelled she opens her mouth for him allowing his seed to spill in to her mouth he pulls away a little to let his cum spill over he face, he bites down on his lip looking down at her cum covered face, “ohhh-t’challa! Please I’m gonna cum,” that man went faster catching her off guard, “look at you taking his dick, I wonder if you can take two,” m’baku smirked mischievously, he stands up fully as t’challa pulls out.

She whines as she looks back at him they switched sides and this t’challa got on the bed and brought her on top of him, M’baku’s thumb rubs circles around her right hole making her whimper, “uhhhnnn stop teasing me baku” she whines, t’challa grips her cheeks spreading them wide for m’baku, m’baku grabs the lub lubricating his dick before aligning himself to go inside, but he teased by poking at her “baku” she said looking back at him wanting him to stop.

He chuckles slowly going in her, she let outs mute gasp feeling his thick member stretch her all the way out right after t’challa stretched her pussy out, she couldn’t get nothing out but broken whimpers, “ughhh! FUCK!” M’baku grunted he slaps her “you’re doing to good my love.. look at you, taking our dicks like a good girl,” t’challa gives her kisses, tears fill her eyes when both of them started fucking her st the same flow, the pleasure and high she was feeling was over the top. Her eyes went back, mind going into a daze when the pleasure reaches her limit she screamed clenching t’challa’s arm and the covers “I can take it I caannnt! Fuck y’all are so big-uhhhh!” She ends up creaming leaving t’challa grunting sucking on her neck “you are taking us so good mami, being s good fucking slut” M’baku slaps her as hard, M’baku grunts said he filled her up with his seed.

His thigh twitch as her overcome his high, t’challa was still going, she felt like she was going to pass out at any second the way they had her overstimulated, “please cum-p-please please!” She begs and that’s what he did, he deeply kisses her while m’baku planted love bites on her skin, “I…I can’t feel my pussy,” she stutters out of breath “nor my ass fuck” M’baku chuckles, t’challa pulls out “I think it’s time we have our futures royalties to our heir come,” he said, “I’m not on the pill so you getting what you wish for,” t’challa smirk standing up holding me up.

“I won’t be able to even stand up no more,” she mumbled. “M’baku can carry you around,” t’challa said while m’baku snickers as he pecks her lips.

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She Doesn't Play About Hers (Shuri x Reader)

There was a knock on your door.

“Aw, man,” you groaned, not keen that your virtual reality session was interrupted. 

“It’s okay, I’ll get it,” Shuri laughingly assured you, holding your waist. “Don’t move too much.” The last thing she wanted was for you to get into an accident, seeing as you couldn’t see your actual surroundings due to the virtual headset.

Shuri went to answer your door like she co-owned the place.

She was met with a tall girl with brunette wavy strands covering the side of her face. The young lady’s astonishment was replaced with a polite smile. Though the reaction was quick, Shuri noticed it—and she disliked it. Why did this girl seemed surprised to see her at her own girlfriend’s house? 

“Hi, is Y/N here?” She asked, uncertain. Her disappointment was undeniable, like her day was ruined because another woman had answered your door. 

“Who are you and why are you here?”

The girl blinked before simpering. “My bad, I’m MJ, Y/N’s study partner.” She watched confusion etch onto Shuri’s face, which she found odd. Had she never heard of a study partner? 

“Study partner?” Shuri repeated bitingly. “I’ve heard of study groups.”

“Yeah, well, you can ask Y/N.” Relief showed in her eyes when your figure slid next to Shuri, who then turned to look at you. 

“Hey MJ,” you greeted until realization promptly set in. You gasped. “MJ, I completely forgot!”

MJ chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “I texted you an hour ago.”

“You did? I never got it…” You furrowed your brows and instinctively reached for your pocket before remembering that your phone wasn’t on you right now. “Ah, you know what, I was too busy playing Virtual Reality. I’m so sorry. Come on in.” You noticed an appalled Shuri and put your arm around her. “I see you met my friend MJ.”

“I thought she was your study partner,” Shuri said with heavy with sarcasm. MJ rolled her eyes and went inside. Shuri was tempted to block her. Or something worse. 

You gave your girlfriend a look. 

“You’re letting this unexpected visitor interrupt our time?” Shuri asked, baffled, and unconcerned about her loud volume.

“It’s technically not unexpected because we did make plans to study. I just forgot.” You closed the door and pulled Shuri by her waist. “I know what this is about, and it’s unnecessary.” Shuri continued to sulk. “Stop… being…jealous,” you said, punctuating each word with a peck on her lips. “Two hours will go by just like that.” You snapped your finger for good measure. “Two hours?!”

“A lot less than your study time, huh?”

You chuckled at Shuri’s expression and walked off, not wanting to keep your friend waiting any longer. 

“MJ, feel free to help yourself,” You offered when you reached her. 

She nodded, thanking you, and entered the kitchen. You noticed Shuri glaring after her retreating frame. You placed your hands on your hips with a stern look of your own. 

“You know I can help you,” Shuri insisted. “Just tell me the subject.”

Shuri didn’t stop there. She stayed in the room as you and MJ studied until she had to reluctantly take M’baku’s call. 

“Is your girl okay?” MJ said.

You couldn’t help to laugh. 

“No, seriously, do you need help? ’Cause it’s giving blink twice…” MJ continued. 

That sobered you up. It wasn't funny that she was implying that you were in danger. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. She’s a little overprotective, but that’s it.”

“Does she do this with all your friends or just me?”

Shuri didn’t have any problems with your friends. 

“Just me?” MJ figured. 

“She has to get to know you.”

MJ looked down at the text, smirking to herself. I’m good on that, she thought.

The conversation with M’baku must’ve been important because Shuri didn’t come down for the next half hour. You adored your girlfriend, but you had to admit that her absence made it tension free. 

“Experience is our teacher,” You said of the philosophical text. “Right?”

You looked up, not hearing MJ respond. Her eyes were dark now and glued to you, well the one you could see. 

You recognized that gaze. Your study partner wanted you. 

MJ traced her short fingernails over your hand, slowly smiling at you. 

You called her name, sighing and pulling your hand away. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly. “I can’t help it. You’re so fine. And smart, and kind, and cool—“ She yelped as her nape was claimed in a tight grip from behind. Your eyes widened at Shuri, who choked the girl, her light skin changing colors. 

“Shuri, stop! Stop!” You tried to tug her off MJ, but to no avail due to the panther strength. 

“I was right! I knew she desired you and couldn’t be trusted!” Shuri looked crazed, though she did eventually release her prey. You gave a wheezing MJ the water bottle she had retrieved earlier. She coughed and grabbed it before running out of your home. 

“She had it coming,” Shuri broke the stretch of silence. You could only agree. “She’s lucky I let her go.”

“I can’t have you killing people over me, now.”

“She’s alive, isn’t she?” 

You drew closer to Shuri, putting your arms around her neck. “You know what I mean."

She picked you up, your legs encasing her. “No one comes for you, sexually or otherwise. You know who it belongs to.”

You wriggled your eyebrows and cupped her cheeks, your lips meeting in a hot and heavy kiss. 

[boxofbonesfic]

𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒰𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒…

I’m Bones, and I’m celebrating a huge milestone—10k followers! I am so honored that so many people enjoy my work, and I am so grateful for the friends and relationships I have cultivated here, and what better way to celebrate those things than with a challenge? I think we all know that the sanitized, kid-friendly version of most fairytales are nowhere near their grim, grisly original tellings. For this challenge, I would like to return to those bleak, terrifying roots, and come up with something darkly fantastical! 

For this challenge, I would like to both pay homage to my own roots, and the theme of my blog. Participants will pick one of the following 10 fairytales (or, to be fancy, you can use the spinner I made!) and then turn out the lights. This is a dark challenge, and, more than their originals, your entries should have a dark twist. Use your imaginations! Maybe Cinderella doesn’t get what she hoped for in her Prince Charming, or perhaps the story of Rapunzel that we know is not how things truly happened—it’s up to you! But your story must be dark—whether that is explicit, or revealed slowly through the events of your story, is, again, completely up to you! You can use the Roster of Accepted Characters to choose your fighter (lol)! Now, onto the rules!

 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈: 

18+ ONLY. This is a dark challenge, and while smut is not a requirement, I think the general subject matter, as well as the themes, will be inappropriate for minors. Smut is not necessary, but it is encouraged. 😏

Challenge opens 4/01/23, and will continue until the end of summer! September 1st! end on my birthday! 06/09/23! (The first of April to the ninth of June for my folks who do D/M/Y instead of M/D/Y lol)

YOUR WORK MUST MEET THE CHALLENGE BRIEF. If your work does not meet the challenge brief (A DARK retelling of a classic fairytale) I will not be reblogging it, and it will not be included in the challenge masterlist. I will not be making exceptions ❤️

You must place your work under a cut at 350 words. 

There is a 10k word limit. Go crazy!

You ARE allowed to use fairytales not included on this list, please just let me know in my inbox! 

Tag and warn appropriately. It is exceedingly important that we tag and warn our works to best of our ability, so that readers know what they are getting into. (Obviously don’t tag to the point where you spoil your plot, but, you know. Use your best judgement.)

Please, no: DD/LG, RPF, Toilet-play, Bestiality (but monsterfucking is a-okay), and no minors in sexual situations.

This must be new and original work. You may not submit previously written work, or work written for other challenges. It’s fine if this is part of a pre-existing series, but this specific piece must be a stand-alone, able to be read and understood without reading any previous work.

Three entries per person. You can submit three separate entries, or a mini-series with three chapters, but each piece must be beneath the 10k word limit.

Please use the roster to select an MMC. It’s okay if you want to use a character who isn’t listed, but please just check in to make sure it’s a fandom I’m actually into 😅

We are all working underneath the same constraints. It is not plagiarism for another author to use the same fairytale, or similar tropes as you. I will not tolerate false accusations, and will block anyone who makes them. 

Have fun! This rule is non-negotiable. If this challenge is not sparking joy, it’s okay to sit it out, there will be more!

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈

✨Rapunzel ✨Little Red Riding Hood ✨Beauty and the Beast ✨The Little Mermaid ✨Peter Pan ✨Sleeping Beauty ✨Cinderella ✨Rumplestiltskin ✨Goldilocks ✨Snow White

𝑅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇:  (Or spin the wheel here)

Steve Rogers

Joel Miller

Ari Levinson

Eddie Munson

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Eddie Brock

Namor

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

T’Challa

M’Baku

Kang

Dennis Baker

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Andy Barber

Steve Kemp

Nick Fowler

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russel

Clark Kent

Geralt of Rivia

Have fun everyone!

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Title: 𝐼𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐼𝐼

Pairing: Alpha!M’Baku x Black!OmegaReader

Chapter 2/ 2: The Final Vow

Summary: You experience your first ever Jabari wedding in 4K HD, first person point of view. You can't believe you went from bastard child to royal bride in a matter of days. You're expecting the worst, but only the prophecy can determine your fate tonight. At the end of it all, will you still be whole?

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Warnings: 🔞This is the first part of my finale to the original story. It is a Dark Fairy Tale retelling of Cinderella 🔞 ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Threats and talks of violence/murder, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Asshole Family, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting,

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Once again, the comforting feelings of validation and righteousness don’t last. The day of your wedding, all you can do is cry silent sorrowful tears as you’re woken and made to get dressed and ready. The beta woman doing your makeup had given up trying to work around your tears, applying a much lighter application than what she thought was necessary for such a prestigious event. Farai was trying to be cheerful, but she was at a loss of what to do to console you as well. Your only saving grace is that you had most of the day to sulk in misery by yourself. Tradition dictated the ceremony be in the late evening under a full moon.

It had to be some form of cruel and unusual punishment from the universe that everyone but you was buzzing around like happy little butterflies. Even when the tears stopped and you were shown the final result of everyone’s diligent work, you could only stare back at the reflection of the pretty girl draped in Jabari finery and decorated with carefully painted bridal markings.

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Aight, this is the End

[starshooter-1004]

The Little Mermaid

@deliciousfestsalad​

ART IS NOT MINE!

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“Ni Ajaw, the Wakandians are at the surface requesting to meet with you,” Atuma alerted. Namor nodded collecting his spear and swimming from the city to the surface. Namor soared out of the water into the sky; he landed onto the short walking toward Shuri and M’Baku. Both stood with two members of the Dora Milajae and Jabari members at their sides. 

Namor’s generals Atuma and Namora stood on his side as well as they approached. Namor nodded to both of them in welcome; M’Baku grasping Namor’s arm. 

“What brings you here today,” Namor asked.

“We wanted to inform you on the news from one of our operatives on the inside in the US,” said M’Baku.

“Word on the street is there planning a attack on Wakanda sometime in the near future. Unfortunately his position has been compromised and he is being transported here for safety,” M’baku replied.

“So, already the wolves come,” Namor grinned. Shuri took a step forward the kinetic energy in her suit rippled purple.

“You promised me that you would be there if we ever need you, take this as us cashing in that promise,” Shuri said. Namor looked at Shuri and then to M’Baku. Namor slammed his spear into the sand. The Dora Milajae and Jabari suddenly standing in attention. Namor looked between the soldiers and smirked then extending his hand to Atuma. He handed Namor a shell.

“Just like the last, blow into this and place it into the water; my army and I will come to the call,” he paced it into Shuri’s hands. Shuri turned and walked away from the men. M’Baku stood a few moments later and nodded his head in thanks walking away in tow. 

Namor watched as their backs disappeared in the tall grass they're steps disappearing. He turned and dove back into the water straight to the way home. Once Namor arrived home it was dark; he was greeted by servants who offered him clothing and refreshments. Namor walked toward the family hut expecting to see his wife. To his surprise and worry she was not in; all was quiet inside. Namor quickly exited asking one of the guards where she was; he pointed towards the third level library.

Namor flew up to the level slowly approaching the door and placing his ear against it. He didn’t hear a thing and opened the door; he took in the sight before him. He saw his pegnant wife sleeping on the library couch with a book open on her upper belly. She was using her bump as a reading table; Namor smiled placing his hand gently on her belly.

He kneeled placing a kiss on her belly and placing his ear against it. His child’s heart was strong as was there kicks as he felt the pressure on his cheek. He pulled his head away looking at the book. Picking it up and examining he saw that she was reading ‘The Little Mermaid.’ Namor smiled it was one of her favorites and remembered her telling him she would have it be their childs favorite as well. 

He found it to be a peculiar story, a mermaid falling in love with a human man. Instead of he man becoming one of her people she bargained with a sea witch to be with him. Flipping through the pages Namor thought that this scenario was similar to him and his wife; except she didn’t give anything to be with him. Namor sometimes wondered if he had the ability to give up his powers to be a human would he? If it was what his queen wanted, for her… He would.

Namor placed the book on the table next to the coach and lifted his queen into his arms. he stirred and repositioned so she was on her side. Wrapping an arm around Namor he made his way to the door exiting and then flying carefully down. He landed at the entrance of their family hut entering and placing his wife onto the bed. He took off her jewels and shoes placing a pillow between her legs and beneath her head. He bent down placing a kiss to her head.

“Goodnight Ni Reina,” he whispered before blowing the candle out. 

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Three

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Angst.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.7k

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You didn’t have much choice in dressing up for the council meeting, but for once your mind was too distracted to care. So walking into the throne room wearing your official royal dress and Xhosa beaded head veil, you calmly walked over to Okoye and pursed your lips.

“Have you found anything regarding our uninvited… guest?” You softly questioned, looking at the faces of the elders already in attendance. There was an air of tension, like thick smog, it was uncomfortable to say the least. Okoye’s forehead scrunched in distaste.

“No, my princess,” She answered, dark eyes meeting yours with a thunderous clash. There was nothing Okoye hated more than being out of the loop, or having a potential threat and enemy, breach Wakandan borders without knowledge. “There was no breach from the skies or land, we would have detected it.”

“He came from the water, Okoye, I suspect that is how he was able to enter undetected.” You pointed out. “Do we have any security or defense measures in place regarding our rivers and streams? They are connected to the ocean.”

“None at the moment, there was never a need.” Okoye grudgingly admitted. You hummed in response before hearing Ramonda approach, turning in place, you looked to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything yet?” Ramonda sighed and shook her head.

“She is still looking into it, I suspect we shall have more answers soon enough.” She told you before sweeping around and elegantly sitting down on her throne. Sighing at the lack of new information, you took your seat on her right and folded your hands in your lap. Ramonda lifted her gaze to Okoye. “Have you done what I requested?”

“Thrice,” Okoye answered, her lips pressing together. “Heaven Scrapes had no evidence of any activity at all.” As she spoke the ceremonial doors boomed open and M’Baku entered flanked by four of his strongest warriors. Everyone in the room let out a collective sigh, knowing his proclivity to be prideful and, well, for lack of a more eloquent answer: blunt and a bit crude.

“So our river border has been breached? I once more offer the support of my Jabari Hell screamers. If my soldiers were present this... fish man, would be bound before us as we speak.” M’Baku spoke out, taking bite out of the carrot he held. Your eyebrow rose and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. The naval officers bristled at his tone and criticism of their duty.

“If your muscle brains were present, they would still be there choking on their fuzzy adornments.” Okoye cooly returned, her lips sneering. M’Baku glared at her and raised his carrot in her direction.

“You bald-headed demon—“

“Enough you two, show some respect,” Ramonda enunciated, shutting down the short quip between Okoye and M’Baku.

“Respect?” M’Baku repeated before rounding on the Naval officers. “Why are they guarding the river anyway? Because they did well in swimming school? These men should be ashamed to show their faces!”

“Watch your tone, Jabari!” The captain snapped back. The Jabari started to hoot, imitating their ancestral god, Hanuman.

“Elder M’Baku,” You voiced loudly, cutting the deep calls off. “Would you please take a seat so the council may convene?” M’Baku glanced at you for a brief moment, before huffing and taking a loud bite from his carrot, grudgingly sitting down. “Thank you.”

Clearing her throat, Okoye began reiterating all surveillance that had been reviewed since Namor had appeared.

“There is no aerial surveillance footage of him.”

“And nothing on radar as well.” The naval captain contributed, causing unrest to bloom among the council. The River Tribe Elder tilted his head.

“So he swam underwater for 60 miles?” It was nigh unbelievable, even with the many gifted individuals within Wakanda. No one had that ability. The elder turned to you. “And have you, princess, seen any visual of this man? You live on the fringes of our society along the river linked to the sea. Surely if anyone was to have seen him before he made his presence known, it would be you.”

You went to reply but found your throat freezing up and no words emerging. You were certain you had seen Namor two months past, hovering in the distance and watching. But he hadn’t approached you, or threatened you, and you were fairly certain that all Namor wished was for his people to be protected. Just like Ramonda. You made the hard decision to hold your tongue.

“No, Elder, I have not seen him before. I believe I would remember seeing a man with wings on his ankles. I’m sure it is not a sight one forgets.” You replied, letting your eyes drift to your lap. “If I saw what I perceived to be a threat to my home and country, I would not hesitate to inform the queen mother.”

The Elders all hummed in agreement, knowing that your undying loyalty to your home was unflappable and unwavering.

“He claims to command a massive army. I know a threat when I hear one.”

“He is trying to protect his people and his nation, queen mother,” You reminded her.

“And he is still a threat, Y/N.” She returned, giving you a stern look. “He came into my country, unannounced and unwelcome. You are soft hearted, my daughter, and your preference for diplomacy is valued beyond compare, but not in this moment.” Her words stung, but they were true. You didn’t back down from her gaze.

“So you believe that handing over the scientist to Namor is our only option? That the hands of our great country Wakanda have been tied!?” Ramonda’s stare into your eyes was hard for a few moments, you were talking to the queen, not your mother. “You know that he will probably kill them, is that what you want? Blood on our hands?”

“Blood on our hands will be the least of worries if he chooses violence, my child,” It was a loosing battle, certainly with this council. The Mining Tribe Elder shifted in her seat and chose to speak her thoughts

“We have never faced an enemy with access to Vibranium before, and we have no Black Panther to protect us.” Not this again. As you sighed and rubbed your forehead, M’Baku made a sound of sarcasm.

“Because this wise council allowed Killmonger to take the throne and burn up all of your precious Heart- Shaped Herb.””

“What would you have us do?” Ramonda questioned, waving her hand. M’baku snorted.

“We find the fish man and kill him.” You muttered several curses beneath your breath, earning a disapproving look from your mother while the Border Tribe Elder exhaled harshly.

“Who is being foolish now? You would have us make war with a man we know nothing about. At least we have intelligence on the Americans.” M’Baku countered just as strong.

“If we do what he wants now what’s to prevent him from coming back and asking for more?”

You hated that he was right.

The council had dispersed and you stood in front of the grand windows overlooking the city, your arms crossed. It was decided that the scientist would be located, but you weren’t sure what your mother would do once the scientist was in Wakandan control. At the very least you could take comfort in knowing that there still would be several weeks before any action would take place.

“Y/N,” Looking over your shoulder, your eyes watched as your mother slowly walked over to you, hands clutched in front of her. “I know you do not care for the decision made by this council…”

“Have we not lost enough family members to violence and ilk?” You softly spoke, underlying pain echoing in your eyes and voice. Ramonda’s gaze softened and she let out a breath, reaching out to lay a hand on your arm.

“That is precisely why I must protect Wakanda, protect you and Shuri,” Ramonda enunciated. “You and her are all I have left of my family and I do not want anything to happen to you.” She stroked your face, remembering your child self, broken and despondent after the death of your biological parents’ death, and the promise she had made. Ramonda had promised to protect you and never let any thing happen to you, she wasn’t about to break that promise now.

You looked down and pursed your lips.

“Regardless of the council’s decision, I would like to be updated on the situation with Namor.” Ramonda’s eyes tightened at the underlying message within your words. You were not staying within the city walls.

“You’re going back to your beach,”

“I am still finding myself, mother, and until I feel that I have a purpose within my nation, I would like to stay there.” Your decision hurt her as a mother, but as the queen, she understood your reasoning.

The ride back to your beach hut was quiet despite Shuri sitting across from you, staring at you. You knew that she was itching to question you about the council meeting, itching to question your opinion on Namor. Shuri didn’t care for being subtle when she wanted to know something. Like a dog with a bone.

“What is it, Shuri?” You questioned, finally addressing the elephant in the talon fighter. She made a face at you and crossed her arms.

“Why are you still insisting staying in that shack,” She asked with a wrinkle in her nose. The beads of your head veil jangled together when you shook your head.

“I’m not arguing with you on this Shuri,” You murmured, looking down at your hands and wishing that she wouldn’t continually pick fights with you about your choices to stay away from the citadel.

“So you are just going to ignore me then?”

“I said I’m not doing this with you Shuri,” You repeated firmly, your hands clenching. “Because you and I? We’d obliterate this universe with our anger and pain, and I refuse to take you down with me.”

Before Shuri had a chance to retort or counter your words, Okoye, who had been flying the talon, announced your arrival.

“We have arrived, princess.” You stood up and addressed Okoye before she landed the ship.

“I’ll take the beam,” You announced, hitting the open button for the tractor beam. The circular doors retracted and Okoye looked over her shoulder with a disapproving look. You gave her one last look before stepping over the edge and falling from the ship. It was only about ten feet you fell, your body gracefully folding and absorbing the impact like you had been taught, all too easily. Bouncing back to your full height, you held your hand up over your shoulder in a goodbye. The talon’s retreat was quiet and soon you were standing alone on your beach with the breeze softly blowing your dress and head veil.

You found yourself staring out across the water, a sourness in your stomach and an ache at your temple. Reaching up, you pulled the head veil down and held it tight in your hand. You thought you had been feeling better, but now you felt just as lost as when you had first come to this beach. Sighing deeply, you turned to your hut. It was time to change and start your dinner.

After changing into a cropped banded top that left your midriff free and a pair of loose pants, you carefully folded your dress and placed it into your dresser for safekeeping until someone came to visit and could take it back to the citadel. It was time to get back to your simple life. Rolling up the ends of your pants, you retrieved your weighted fishing net, put your pack on your back and departed your hut to fish for your dinner.

You had decided on a fish and corn chowder for dinner this night, needing something to take your mind off the politics of Wakanda. You had goats milk in your cold storage that needed using and your corn supply was plentiful. Not to mention potatoes grew like weeds in your farming patch in back of your hut. Slinging the fishing net over your shoulder, you carefully picked your way down the path to a fishing spot you knew would prove to be fruitful.

Reaching the spot, you carefully waded into the water and wiped your brow of sweat before readying the weighted net. Your fingers curled around the net and with a twist you let the net go flying. The weights hit the water and sank deep, and hopefully, catching your dinner. You repeated the process, slowly filling your pack with nile perch. Walking back to your beach, you scratched your sweaty neck and groaned. Feeling clean was one luxury you did miss.

The sun was setting when you had all the ingredients in the pot over the fire, bubbling and emitting smells that made your stomach rumble. All you had to do was wait for it to finish cooking. You took to looking skyward at the stars sparkling overhead, the sun only just illuminating the horizon and the bush nightlife coming to life.

“I can see why you like it here,” Gasping at the soft words breaking the peaceful silence, your hand dove for the vibranium knife at your hip and you twisted on the sand, moving into a defensive crouch. Namor stood a couple of meters from you, head turned to the sky.

“Ngqundu wako, Namor!” (You ass) You hissed sharply, your left eye twitching as your mind wondered if he had really, once again, snuck into Wakanda. The man eyed you with a charming smile.

“Ma'lob ak'ab, princesa,” (Good evening) You scowled at him and sunk your knife into the sand next to you.

“You can’t just go sneaking into Wakanda!” You exclaimed while clambering to your feet in a huff. Namor stepped to the side to face you, and a lopsided grin appeared. You felt like tearing your hair out. “Do you not understand how angry my mother is that you snuck in once! Why did you come back!?”

“Call it… curiosity?” He offered, as if he hadn’t thought of that reason himself.

“Your curiosity is going to get yourself killed, Namor,” You huffed at him. His eyebrow arched at you and amusement flickered within his brown eyes.

“Have you decided that I am your enemy, princesa?” You snorted in disbelief and looked around you, waving a hand.

“I don’t know you!” You answered him, eyeing him up and down and noting how relaxed he seemed. “And I doubt my mother would approve of me speaking with someone such as you with intimate names.”

“Would she?” Namor mused, stepped closer to you. You wanted to step backward, keep the distance between you and him. But the fire was directly behind you, you had nowhere to go. You could hear Okoye’s lecturing voice in your mind, telling you how foolish it was of you to get into vulnerable position. You lifted your chin and stood your ground.

“I’ll tell her that you came again.” You warned. He appeared to be amused by your threat, and a knowing smile stretched across his lips.

“You had an infinite amount of chances to tell her about my appearance two months past,” Namor reminded you. “Yet here we are.”

The look in his eyes told you everything. He knew that if you had told her, you would have never been allowed to return home to such a remote place without guard.

“What do you want from me?” You asked, deciding to just get answers. Another boyish smile appeared and he raised a hand, brushing his knuckles against your jaw before taking one of the braids framing your face and examining the beads braided there.

“I want to know more about you,” Namor explained honestly with a shrug. Behind you came the furious boiling of your dinner, but you didn’t dare move your eyes from his.

“My dinner is about to over boil so I think I will have to say goodnight to you, Namor,” You stated firmly. Namor smiled once more and reached for your hand. Your fingers twitched in his grasp and it took everything you had not to blanche and yank your hand back when he bowed his head and pressed his lips against the back of your hand.

“Ku méejtech uutsil, princesa,” (Have a nice meal) He murmured, maintaining and electrifying eye contact with you. Your fingers were released and Namor stepped back. Then with the grace of dolphin, dove into the water and disappeared. You turned and looked at your bubbling stew, bending down to remove it from the heat.

“Saved by the stew.”

Date Published: 3/19/23

Last Edit: 4/2/23

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[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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[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Adun

Adun in Yoruba language by definition means “Sweetness”

Plot: Y/n is angry With M’baku and all of Wakanda can feel her anger especially him.

Kinks:Breathplay/Fingering

Smut 18+

Y/n was sitting at the window, seething with anger, trying to control her temper by reading her book. In the castle library. She was trying to focus on her story, but she kept coming back to M’baku and Wakanda. M’baku is a very hard-headed and stubborn leader. He doesn’t listen when someone is advising him. To him, now being the new leader of Wakanda is throwing off his community because he’s not listening or making plans. He’s simply being foolish.“What is this commotion about!” said M’baku walking through the door with a glare. And a vigorous walk. “My Queen, just this morning, it was snowing. Now the rivers are unthawing, and the plants are withering.” If you have something to say, say it! Before we turn into a part of the ocean, eh”.You’re probably wondering what snow and rivers have to do with you. Well, they have a lot to do with you. See, y/n is an outsider to Wakanda. She fought alongside the Avengers.

Y/n meet M’baku when it will at the time to help fight Killimonger. Tachalla asked for your help, so you came to Wakanda to help fight the battle against the enemies, and while in Wakanda, you caught the eye of the “great gorilla.” Your power was Atomokineses. Y/n could control the weather. She could make the sun dry out the humans and plants, and she could make tides wash them away, but Y/n is very balanced. She prides herself on being grounded with herself and the earth. At least, she tries to be. She turns nature upside down when she fights herself and her inner thoughts. Most of the time, you wouldn't even know those powers belonged to her.“Maybe mother nature is making you count her blessings,” said y/n in a colder voice.

“Your voice sounds colder than Ice caps,” said M’baku as he strode over to y/n and bent down to be in her face. “My queen, tell me what seems to be the problem so I can fix it and my crops can thrive again, eh,” M’baku said this with a calm tone and a calm demeanor, which he always seems to have when talking to you. “My problem is that the Leader of Jabari and now the newfound Black Panther will not listen to his people who are telling them they don't want war! ”You yell, feeling anger remembering how you felt in that council room and looking at all the council speak their truth.

A flashing white light passed across the library window. It will not be surprising to you because you know that you are angry, and soon Jabari nation and Wakanda will feel the shift in the weather. They will feel the change in you.

Your outburst did not surprise M’baku. He's been told many moons that he has done something wrong, but M’baku also knows that nothing will get done if his people do not fight.

“I know what my nation needs. My nation is getting attacked daily by your people for something sacred that belongs to us! And we have to fight back! That is the only way!” M’baku now yelled, rising from being crouched over. His posture was rigid, and his tone was serious. His eyes were dark, and his Jaw tight. You could tell he was angry and conflicted just by the glare he held and how heavily he was breathing. “My People! Let's not forget you married an outsider, so you now have an affiliation with my people!” you yelled, now seeing red. All you felt was anger. “ Your people, the council, and The community have lost Their king, their queen, and the princess gave up their throne! Your community was overflowed with water and agony! But they haven't felt enough,” You yelled. You were angry but quiet and kept only saying what you heard from the council. You were in America when the war with the water people happened.

”This is where I have lived my entire life. I know what happened to my people. I saw it hit after hit,” said M’baku hitting his hands “you were brought into this land. You have met my people. You fought along with Tachalla and Shuri and bowed to the queen, but you will never get the pain we have felt, eh, so dont act like you do. I'm doing what is best for Wakanda” He said this, and his voice cracked. You knew M’baku was right. You knew you would never feel the pain the way he did. You knew he meant well. You just had to make him see another way to fight. “your community deserves to rest and peace, as an outsider I can say that they will never stop, but that means we need a plan that doesn't involve running into a war we need to come up with a treaty or agreement” You said now with a calm voice “hear the council listen to them talk to them, that's all I ask” you said voice soft and eager hoping he would hear you.

Between the heated words, you didn't even realize you heard Raindrops hitting the window. You felt your body become intense. You were now standing in front of M’baku. His posture was becoming less rigid, and his eyes returned to a softer state. He let out a breath and walked past me to the chair, and sat down.”My heart is heavy for my people, and I hear you; I will talk to my council,” He said, now looking at me, his demeanor calm. He held out his hand to me. “Come to me, adun.” You walk over to him slowly in your white nightgown. It sits loosely over your curves, and it hides enough so You can be modest for the server, and it makes M’baku imagine things even though he's seen your body thousands of times.

As you walk to him, you feel your body shift back to normal you feel lighter. You can also hear the rain slowing down. As you sat on his lap, you saw him smile, and you felt the warmth of his body on your side. “My queen, you are everything to me,” he said. Mbaku was very blunt regarding how he talked and handled situations, but with you, he was different Mbaku had a softness to him that you know he would never show anyone else. You felt his nose lightly touch your neck, his lips on your neck, and his hand wrapped around your waist while his hand moved your hair from one side. You felt your core tighten, your breath hitch as he bit on your neck. “My king don’t you think you should be attending to your kingdom or plans,” you said in a breathless voice. “My plans can wait. I need peace right now. You’re my peace,” M’baku said, his voice becoming huskier. M’baku grabbed your face and kissed you. His lips were soft against yours. You felt his hands hold the back of your head as he depends the kiss. M’baku is a man of many words, but he knows when he has said too much, so he always finds himself apologizing to you this way. You don’t know how but the strings on your gown were undone, and your dress was now pushed up to your hips.

You felt M’baku grab your breast while teasing your breast with one hand. You could feel him rubbing your inner thigh. As he held your nipple, ready it till it was provided, you thought your core had become wet. His lips are still kissing your neck and back. Your body was buzzing all over. You feel like running away from the sensation. You needed to feel more. You started to grind on him. His breath started to become rigid.”Open your legs for me, adun” So you did. All you felt was the stickiness between your thighs and the cool air on your inner things. His rough hands slid up your thighs. Your back was still facing him while your legs were spread across his thighs. His other hand left your breast and went to your neck. His hand rested on your neck while the other toyed with your core. Rubbing your clit up and down, his fingers felt rough, and that’s precisely what you needed. You let out a gasp as he entered you. You thought yourself tightening. “Breath,” M’baku said with a gentle voice, his finger rubbing the side of your neck.

Hearing those words made your body relax. You felt his finger go out of you, and in you, you felt the rhythm of his hands. You knew that you were dripping like honey from his fingers. You felt his fingers start slow and then start to speed up with each motion. You thought your body was beginning to tingle, and your body ached.

And he could tell, too, as he curled his finger to hit your spot. You felt your legs starting to shake and tight. All you did was let out a string of Moan's. Your body was tightening. You were so close, and as your body was arriving, you felt his hand around your neck tighten. “Give it to me. My queen,” M’baku said, kissing your shoulder. As those words were spoken, a release washed over your body, mixed between you holding your orgasm and he holding your body and neck. It felt like your body could finally breathe once again. When you looked outside, the rain had stopped, and the sun had risen over the nation of Wakanda.

[mickimomo]

Attoye-Week Snippets (Part 2)

Ok! So, I decided to not be a chaotic soul today and release the snippet for Day 1 of Attoye-Week. I’ll try to be good and work on Day 2 next. 💀 Enjoy the snippet and keep an eye out for my stuff when @attoye-week​ starts! 

Moonlight (First Kiss Prompt)

Whispers filled the gilded throne room as large holograms displayed several clips of masked people bursting into various facilities to steal misplaced pieces of vibranium.

“These are who… exactly?”

“They call themselves the Wrath of Killmonger.” Shuri spoke up, her dark brown eyes flickered over the many moving images as she sat on her throne.

“As in Erik?” Zawavari tilted her head. “N’Jadaka?”

Namor arched a brow as he glanced at the queen who sat beside him. “N’Jadaka?”

“Yes. He is a traitor of Wakanda. My brother handled him. He is dead.” She offered before tapping a few of her kimoyo beads to pull up a large map with several red dots. “Unfortunately, his dreams of unifying and bringing home the Lost Tribe did not die with him.” She sighed. “There are people out there working together to start an uprising to finish what he started.” She pointed at the map. “These are all of the facilities they’ve attacked so far to gather vibranium.”

“How much vibranium do you think they have?” The Merchant tribe elder looked at all the points.

“Just bits and pieces. Little scraps. Maybe enough to make another Captain America if they truly wished to.” Shuri offered. “It’s not like that Ultron incident where a mass of stolen vibranium was painfully obtained from a criminal we were trying to hunt down.”

M’Kathu scoffed. “Klaw.”

“Yes.”

Namor arched a brow. “Did your brother handle him as well?”

“No. Another traitor did.” She sighed. “He will be in prison until he dies of old age.”

“Ah.”

“Do you think this situation is serious enough for us to deploy the Dora Milaje?” The River tribe elder furrowed his eyebrows. “Or do you think the War Dogs will be sufficient?”

Shuri shook her head. “We must keep our defenses here strong, but I don’t think we should leave the War Dogs to their own defenses. We should treat these people as seriously as they appear. We do not want to repeat the mistakes we made with the people of Talokan.”

“I agree with the Queen.” M’Baku nodded. “If they are simply weeds that can become something harder to kill, we should wipe them out with our heaviest hitters and leave the Dora here to keep the people safe.”

“Then we should send what? The Late Night Angles?” Zawavari arched a brow.

Okoye rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You mean the Midnight Angels?”

“Yes. That.” The elder stared at the former general with narrowed eyes. “Do you think you can handle this situation on your own? I know Aneka is currently recovering from a mission. It may be too much for one teal demon who has a reputation of failing.”

Okoye buried the urge to erupt by forcing on a hard smile.

“If the Queen commands it, it will happen without hesitation or failure.”

Dark brown eyes moved to Shuri with a question resting in them.

What do you want me to do?

Shuri stared at her for a moment before speaking. “Wipe them from the earth.”

Okoye crossed her arms across her chest in salute. “Ndiyabulela.” (Thank you.)

“I would like to offer a warrior to assist with this matter.” Namor spoke up. “I do not feel comfortable only sending one warrior out to fight an army.”

Okoye frowned. “Do you think I’m inadequate?”

“I do not see the point in burning you out. You do not know what you’re up against.”

“Anarchists with vibranium.” She shrugged. “I promise you, it’s nothing new.”

His gaze hardened. “Taking a comrade from Talokan will benefit you.”

“They will slow me down.”

“Attuma will not slow you down.”

The warrior went rigid before looking across the gilded throne room to see the mighty General looking her over.

“He will slow me down.” She corrected before glaring holes up at the king before looking at Shuri for help.

The king spoke before Shuri could open her mouth. “Attuma is the warrior that bested you-”

“-Once.”

“Once.” Namor nodded. “You know his ways and you know him well. Take him with you.”

“I do not know him.”

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.) Attuma frowned.

Okoye ignored him before looking at Shuri once more. “Ukumkanikazi…” She called out to her.

Shuri allowed a sisterly look to slip through the cracks of her hardened gaze.

Okoye knew what it meant.

She didn’t want to see her getting hurt while trying to be mighty.

And for that reason, she’d have to suck it up and work with Attuma.

The midnight angel offered a firm, yet disappointed nod before curling a finger at Attuma.

“Ko’oten waye’.” She beckoned.

Whispers fell from the council at her use of the Talokanil’s mother tongue.

“How did she learn their language?”

“Is he truly a stranger to her?”

“Okoye is very odd.”

“Well, Okoye is always enthusiastic about learning new languages. Let’s not start claiming treason.”

“Shut up M’Kathu.”

M’Baku barked and they all fell silent.

Attuma approached the Wakandan slowly before stopping beside her.

His eyes rolled over her slowly before her he offered a nod as a greeting.

She didn’t even acknowledge his presence as she turned back to the royals.

“I will take him with me. We will be back once the mission is complete.” Okoye kept her expression devoid of her ever-growing irritation.

“May Bast give you strength.” Shuri offered.

Okoye saluted once more as she crossed her arms across her chest before turning around and walking out of the throne room with Attuma following quietly.

A/N: Alrighty! I’ll drop the rest when Day 1 of Attoye-Week gets here. Check out @attoye-week​ for the deets on when that is and all the other info if you wish to participate or read what other people have created thus far!

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓’𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖗𝖎

"I am the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world, and my entire family is gone. Have I not given everything?"

summary: Shuri is to be enthroned as Queen of Wakanda and doesn’t know if she will be able to bare the weight of the crown without her mother’s wisdom. She seeks out Riri’s guidance and warmth to thaw her frigid heart.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: death, grief, angst, hurt!shuri, loss, hint of friends to lovers, fluff, anxiety, wakanda forever spoilers. 

a/n: This is definitely something that I’m not used to writing. But I hope y’all like it as much as you like my other fics! I’ve been struggling with major writer's block :|

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RIRI’S POV

I stared after her as she glided down the staircase. Shuri’s dress cascaded behind her like a black pool of water. It was made of the finest silks, held by gold rings and an encrusted black panther head with fangs on her chest. The dipped fang dangled in between her breasts against her bare skin. I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat, but my mouth became dry when I focused on the cutouts that exposed her dark skin. Okoye sure knew how to pick a dress. Shuri had tried her best to fight her way out of it, but it was clear that this was the dress. She had exclaimed that the outfit had fit too tight, too provocative, just too much for her. Yet as I watched her approach her subjects, all the nerves she had exhibited earlier were untraceable across Shuri’s posture. Her stride was regal, almost identical to Queen Ramonda. The people of Wakanda silently watched Shuri in awe. They had never seen the Princess in this light. No, not their Princess, their Queen. I was not able to be in attendance during Shuri’s inauguration amongst the Wakanda Council. Not only because I had school, but I wasn’t allowed. The ritual had been private, a sacred ceremony to officiate Shuri’s place on the Wakanda throne. Outsiders were not welcome. However, when Shuri insisted I attend the Public Crowning of the Wakandan Queen, I couldn’t refuse.

I stood off in the distance at the side of the balcony with Agent Ross to obtain the perfect view for the event. Out of sight from curious onlookers but close enough to make out every detail. M’Baku held the crown in his hands as if it was a delicate flower, and tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he walked towards Shuri. He had argued with Okoye for days that placing the crown on Shuri’s head should be him. Shuri told me that he yelled at Okoye and told her “she hadn’t become the general again until a couple of weeks ago.” This struck a chord with the Dora Milaje, leading to both groups almost getting into a physical altercation. Shuri had to break it up in the end. They settled it over a coin toss. I couldn’t hold in my laughter at the audacity of it all when we’d been on the phone. Imagining the mighty M’Baku keeled over a coin in anticipation was enough to elicit a giggle out of her.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

The sea of people began to bow down to one knee, row by row, like a wave. I was in complete awe to see the power that Shuri held. She was now the sole leader of a whole country. I fell to my knees but kept my head raised to see only Shuri left standing and staring at me. A hint of a smile on her lips. She was breathtakingly draped in black and gold. I couldn’t help but feel special amongst all the people in front of her. She chose to steal a glance at me before she bellowed for everyone to rise.

The Dora Milaje raised their spears, and the Jabari tribe beat their chests in triumph, celebrating the new ruler of Wakanda. Shuri placed her arms over her chest as an “X,” yelling, “Wakanda forever,” and it wasn’t until she did so that I saw the tears flow from her eyes. They were leaving a streak down her perfected makeup—a sign of the girl who had nearly lost everything.

Shortly after the public inauguration, I returned to Shuri’s headquarters, where I stayed for the week. Desperate to change out of my heels, I mindlessly flung them on the floor to walk barefoot on the black marbled floors. My feet instantly felt soothed by the contact of the cold tiles. The only sound echoing is the soft padding of the soles of my feet, walking to sit at Shuri’s vanity overlooking the city of Wakanda. Shuri’s room was quiet and sombre. I bet I could hear a pin drop. At times it felt surreal to be in Wakanda, miles away from the loud streets of Chicago and the MIT students' crowds. When I first met Shuri and Okoye, I had been ready to throw anything to keep them from taking me away from the familiarity of my dorms. Although it had been months ago, I could recall the memory like it was yesterday. One would find it difficult to forget. When I first set eyes upon Okoye, she appeared viperous and ready to strike at any moment’s notice. I’m still surprised I was able to gain her respect. Okoye does not offer that to just anyone. Then again, I’m astonished about many things that have occurred these past few months.

The sweltering heat and sun from the ceremony had caused my dress to stick uncomfortably against my skin. I desperately needed to change into an outfit that allowed me to breathe. I fumbled with the zipper behind my neck, and my fingers struggled to pull down the clasp lock that kept the fabrics mended together. I am to be a scientist, and I still couldn’t figure out the intricacies of a simple dress zipper. Midway through my struggle, I heard my phone ping from a text by Shuri. We had unique ringtones for each other.

Meet me in the lab.

I looked at the clock to see not much time had passed since the public inauguration. Shuri should have been on the road for the parade throughout the city. That was the plan; she shouldn’t be in the lab. I made my way to the familiar doors I’d entered countless times to find Shuri sitting on the floor. Her dress puddled around her in a great heap of black silk. Once we made eye contact, Shuri was unrecognizable. The gold crown was still pinned to her head, and Shuri’s makeup remained perfectly painted on her face regardless of the tear stains. It pained me to see the softness in her eyes become cold and void. I’ve wished to keep the tenderness alive within Shuri, but since the murder of her Mother, Queen Ramonda, she hasn’t been the same. Shuri had become quick to irritate and rash. She still refused to tell anyone about the family member she had encountered in the ancestral plane. I knew better than to ask. The question always triggered an argument.

“Shuri, what’s wrong? What are you doing here? You should be with your people.”

“You are my people. That’s why I called you.” Her eyes remained trained on the ground. I’m convinced her glare could bore a hole in the laboratory floor if she wished. I couldn’t find the words to respond, unsure if I should correct her or scold her that she knew what I meant when I first said it. Deciding to remain quiet and listen was a safer option; once Shuri overcame her grief and anger, it was best to stay silent. I lowered myself to the ground to sit patiently in front of Shuri. Finally, Shuri released her lips from the tight line to speak again.

“Bury your dead. Mourn your losses. You are Queen now. Those words have haunted me for days as a prophecy I wished would not come true. I walked down these hallways a million times, feeling like a ghost in a shell. My insides cried for anyone to reach out and extract the pain that held my heart. But, instead, I’ve spent the remaining months making myself digestible for others to the extent that I no longer know what is left of me.

“The tears that have escaped me since that day felt like they would choke the life out of my soul. I would force myself to scream out from the empty cavern of my chest, yet no matter what I do, it’s as if it will never end. I wake up overtaken by a body that no longer knows rest, Riri. I don’t know how to cultivate the strength to be a Queen for Wakanda.” Shuri’s voice remained bleak as she spoke. I noticed the changes that had come over Shuri for quite some time but did not dare to look deeper. It wasn't easy to find the right words to provide comfort.

“To understand the depths of mourning, you must know love. The feeling you are experiencing is your yearning for your Mother with nowhere to go. It’s the final act of love. But she is still a part of you. Although she may not be present in the physical plane, she lives on with your ancestors. Or at least, that’s what Okoye has told me. She was quite brief with answering my questions.”

“Okoye has time to talk to you about Wakanda history?” Shuri asked.

“She doesn’t. I annoy her enough until she spares me some details.” The comment gained a full smile from Shuri. Her body language shifted slightly to face me onward, our knees lightly brushing against each other. I took this as a chance to use the light fabric of her dress to dab at her wet eyes, careful not to smudge her mascara. Thankfully her dress was black, and the action didn’t ruin it.

“That’s the thing about grief. It’s messy, and it gets everywhere,” I whispered.

As I was about to retrieve my hand back to my side, Shuri grabbed it to encase it into her own. Her skin was soft and warm while she traced circles on the back of my hand. She’s held my hand countless times, but the way she grasped it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I didn’t have to look up to know that Shuri was now staring at me.

“I’ve prayed to feel a release, and at times it felt like no one was truly listening. So, Riri, I’m thankful I have you in my life, especially now when I need to bring myself back to Earth.”

“I think this is the first time you’ve admitted that you like me around.” Then, slowly raising my head, I offered Shuri a toothy grin.

“But there’s no need to thank me, that’s what friends are for!”

Shuri’s lips pursed when I said “friend,” as if the word tasted sour on her tongue.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” I felt worried that I may have ruined the moment. It wouldn't have been the first time. Shuri’s mood has been unpredictable, and I could never be sure what I might have said to trigger a reaction.

“No, not at all. It’s just…”

“Just what? Come on; you know that you can tell me anything.” Shuri broke eye contact to watch our intertwined hands, twiddling her fingers as she did so. She often did this when she was nervous or agitated. I wanted her to spit it out, but considering she finally stopped crying, I didn’t want to welcome another onset of tears.

“I don't want to ruin the friendship that we have together. Still, I want to be honest with you and myself. I like you, Riri, more than a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while now. I guess by saying this, I’m wondering if you feel the same way.” Shuri stumbled over her words. They all seemed to come out quickly and jumbled.

I wasn’t oblivious to how close Shuri and I had become. I held her down when she took the heart-shaped herb. I have never been much of a fighter, but I fought for her and would do it again if I had to. She never had to ask because I would always be there without a second thought or doubt. Thinking back, Shuri has done the same. I can’t remember a night without not talking to her on the phone. I never thought about her busy schedule as an upcoming Queen because Shuri made time to pick up my calls. The stolen glances and shy touches were not in vain. Shuri had become a part of my world. Of course, I felt the same way.

Wrapping my arms around Shuri, I brought her close to my heart and said just that. Her body fit perfectly against my own. As I held Shuri close to my chest, Shuri began whispering a song. I didn’t understand the Xhosa language but a deep understanding capsuled in my mind of memories that would never be erased. Almost ancestral to a place that I felt akin to. It offered a tiny bit of abreaction that denied us. I felt her breath on my neck as she sang; it left goosebumps and a fluttering feeling in my stomach. Numerous thoughts clouded my mind. The outstanding one was the desire and fantasy of what it’ll feel like to have Shuri’s lips against my own. However, this was not the time. Not when she had a duty to fulfill. As if the Universe had heard her, Okoye burst through the laboratory doors.

“What is the meaning of this? Queen Shuri, the people of Wakanda await.” Okoye’s eyes were ablaze, and darted between the two of them. I became increasingly aware of how we must’ve looked at that moment. I opened my mouth to say something, yet Shuri beat me.

“I’ll only go if Riri comes with me.”

I attempted to separate myself from Shuri, but she didn’t budge. Okoye looked as if she was at a loss for words. Unsure if she should risk her position to oppose the new Queen. When she didn’t immediately speak it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. The seconds felt like hours as I watched Okoye’s face slowly morph into a soft expression.

“As you wish, my Queen,” she sighed.

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