#m'baku x plussize!reader

[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 9 (FINAL)

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: Oshun celebrates her 32nd birthday. M’Baku gets some choice words from T’Challa that make him rethink his last conversation with the love of his life. 

Words: 3500+

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is it. The final chapter, y’all! Thank you so much to those who read and re-read this story, even throughout my absence from writing during the lockdown. I have fallen in love with these characters over and over again. I really enjoyed growing with this story as a writer and a sad little slut. Love y’all.

Translations: Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto(you don’t want to repeat that), Intloko (chief), sthandwa (my love), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life), Ikumkani wam (my queen)

Chapter 9

“Hey, Google, play It Gets Better by The Internet.”

The Google home blared music throughout the studio loft as Oshun shuffled to her couch in her brown teddy bear slippers. Plopping down next to her little brown kitten, Curry, she scrolled through her emails and opened one titled ‘Gallery: Final Decisions’. 

Here are the final prints, they’ll be put up this morning before the event tonight. You should be proud of yourself, Oshun. These look amazing. See you tonight!

P.S. Happy birthday, lovely.

Colored prints of her paintings were attached to the body of the message, along with some black and white photos from her film camera. In one of them, a wide gap-toothed smile rests on a man's face; his onyx skin contrasted against the white silk sheets beneath him; his strong hands gripping the thighs of the person sitting atop him, capturing the photo.

This was the first time Oshun had looked at these photos since she found the film canister in an unpacked duffle bag in the back of her closet. After she had returned from St. Lucia, she buried herself in her work. That was the only path she could handle to move forward. Six months can pass so quickly when you bury yourself in the sand. Finishing commissions left and right, and even catching the interest of a famous singer that wanted to use her artwork as inspiration for an album. As time rushed by, Oshun had become a rising star with her art being reposted and purchased by household names. 

“I’m heading out, baby. I’ll see you at your birthday dinner.��� 

But the success of her art could not keep the loneliness from gnawing at her heart. So she backslid, hard. She ran into Yemoya while touring galleries to premiere her art. Yemoya ran the exact gallery that she had set her sights on and they hit it off once again but with more grounding. Yemoya was already in an established relationship but both she and her girlfriend Sage were interested in Oshun. And Oshun was fine with coming and going as she pleased. Their unofficial throuple worked; for now. 

“Alright, please tell Ye to keep it minimal at the gallery. You know how she gets,” Oshun said, leaning her head back against the couch. 

“Hey, I know Ye and I weren’t exactly what you were planning for but thank you for letting us hold place in your life. You’re such a gem, O.”

Oshun stared oddly at Sage, trying to read between the lines of her mystery-laced words. Sage was always more poetic while Yemoya was a bit blunter and to the point. But sometimes, she couldn’t quite place what Sage was trying to say. Or what she was hiding.

“Uh, thank you? Should I be worried?” 

Sage chuckled and leaned down to peck her lips before heading out the door.

“Bye!”

Oshun, more confused than before, continued to scroll through the remaining attachments in the email before locking her phone and throwing it aside. Curry waltzed over and curled up in Oshun’s lap, eliciting an ‘awe, sweet baby’ from her lips. This was all she needed; her cat, a fling with a couple of women, and her first gallery event. But every time she looked at those damn photos, she began to wonder… was this all she needed?

Golden City, Wakanda

Two days prior

“Thank you for your time, this concludes our meeting for today.” 

M’Baku watched the tribal elders walk out of the throne room, chatting about their new exploits and local gossip. He was leaned to the side with his chin in his hand as his mind rested for the first time in weeks. Training new warriors was extensive, collaborating with T’Challa on field missions was tiring, and getting his stubborn people acquainted with the new tech that Shuri invented was anything but a walk in the park. Once the meeting had ended, he felt no need to race back to the mountains that he called home. He just needed to rest. Besides, running back to an empty bed would only cause him more anguish. 

“Lord M’Baku, I am surprised. Most times you would have been the first elder to leave. What keeps you,” T’Challa chuckled, taking a seat in front of M’Baku. 

“I am simply resting my mind before my trek. Is that a crime?”

“Not in this country, at least. But normally you’d be rushing to see who you called ‘the divine feminine’.”

“That is in the past,” M’Baku said matter-of-factly. 

“In the past? And why is that?”

M’Baku sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. He had no interest in opening old wounds and pouring out his heart anywhere, especially not in the Golden City. He had hidden away all thoughts of her. If there was one thing his father had taught him before he left this plane of existence, it was that there is no use in dwelling on matters of the heart. A leader only looks to the past for lessons to avoid future mistakes. 

“It is simple, really. My council did not approve of our courtship so I cut it off. Now if you’ll excuse me, King.”

M’Baku stood and swiftly headed to the doors of the throne room.

“You are many things, Lord M’Baku, but I never pegged you to be a coward,” T’Challa accused, his words stinging the Great Gorilla’s pride. M’Baku stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the King, tightening his hold around his birchwood staff. 

“Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto.”

“You would have me believe that your decision was not made out of cowardice?” 

“T’Challa you try my patience,” M’Bkau grunted, turning to face him, “You may be King but-”

“But what? All this talk for me and yet you probably didn’t object to your council. What else can you call that if not cowardice?” 

“You cannot talk as if you were there. I made a decision for my people and she made hers. What more is there to do?”

“You could fight for her. If this American woman is who your heart has chosen, how can you deny it?” 

M’Baku walked back over to T’Challa and took his seat once again. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. His mind was moving a mile a minute as he repeated the words in his mind. Even if his heart had chosen her, how could he move forward now?

“Hear me when I say this, Your people need to step into the future and embrace those that we have forgotten, those we have abandoned. You need to make it right. If not for her, then for yourself,” T’Challa said with conviction, before walking away. 

M’Baku rolled his eyes as he watched the king saunter away as if he had won their fight all over again. The king stopped in his tracks right as he was exiting. Holding the door with one hand, he turned back to M’Baku with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

“Inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to meet this elusive woman who has softened you.” 

Ifechi and Akunna walked into the birch-laden throne room to see M’Bele and Zoya standing on either side of a sitting M’Baku. He was dressed in civilian clothing which was a rarer sight these days.

“Lord M’Baku, what is the urgent matter you wanted to discuss? Are we to be under attack,” Lady Ifechi questioned. 

“I have an announcement to make. I am leaving tonight to go retrieve my bride and future chieftess in Los Angeles. I will be bringing her back to Jabariland to meet the people. Please prepare the ceremonial rituals.” 

“Intloko, I must protest. The people will not-”

“MY people,” M’Baku said, cutting Ifechi off, “will come to know and love their new chieftess.” 

Lady Ifechi balled up her fists and hit Akunna’s shoulder, signaling for him to step in and say something, anything. 

“Lord M’Baku,” Akunna stuttered, clearing his throat, “you cannot just take her as a wife. We discussed some time ago why…”

Akunna’s speech trailed off as he watched M’Baku swiftly approach and stop just short of his feet. The chief was at least a foot taller than him and Akunna didn’t dare meet his eyes. 

“Did you think I was asking permission? You two may be my council members, yes, but moving forward you will have no say in my personal matters. Is that clear?” M’Baku’s loud commands rang in Akunna’s ears and he simply nodded in silence. M’Baku looked sternly at his two council members and puffed out his chest in preparation.

“I can no longer enable this ignorance. We must welcome the lost tribe with open arms, they have suffered as Wakanda has sat on the sidelines. If you two are not willing to change your way of thinking and follow me into the future, then you will find no place on this council.

I have denied myself love and comfort as I thought that sacrifice was the key to being a great leader. No longer.” 

The council members nodded their heads once more and M’Baku grunted in agreement. He turned away from them, walking back to his throne and taking his seat once more. 

“You may leave. M’Bele will act as chief until I return.”

And with the finality of his commands still buzzing in his chest, the chief of Jabariland smirked as he watched Akunna and Ifechi make a quick exit. 

Downtown Los Angeles

leaving the gallery

Oshun walked out of the bathroom after changing into a completely different outfit than the one she wore whilst working the crowd at her first gallery show. Networking and being introduced to person after person was too much to do in heels. She had kept it casual with a color-blocked boilersuit and chucks. But now that they were headed out to her birthday dinner? She was going all out. Black mesh see-through jumpsuit with a black wrap dress and just enough cleavage on display. She tippy-toed in her chunky black boots to readjust her golden jewelry in the funky mirror on the wall. Her fingers brushed against the long hanging golden cowrie shell necklace that lay between her breasts and she groaned loudly; stomping her foot like a child. Oshun just wanted to not think about him for one night. It was supposed to be a happy night, celebrating her 32nd trip around the sun with friends and lovers and food, divine, delicious food! She thought briefly about taking it off; even throwing it away. But she could never bring herself to do it.

“O, come on, we gone be late, girl,” she heard Megan yell from around the corner. Oshun skipped over to meet her and wrapped her arm around Megan’s. Trying to put her mind on pause, she rested her head on her tall friend’s arm.

“Sorry, I know I’m running on cp time. Thanks for planning this.” 

“Well, there'll be a few surprises at dinner so, don’t thank me just yet,” Megan noted, mumbling at the end of her sentence. 

“What kind of-”

“No time to talk, the car’s here!”

Megan rushed her out of the gallery and into a black SUV where Shellee was already seated in the back. The drive to Baltaire was as busy as it could be, but then again that was Los Angeles. Native Angelenos will leave a half hour early for an event and still resort to checking directions on Maps just to see how much traffic they’d be in. The freeway was bumper to bumper, but Oshun didn’t mind. She was too busy listening to her friends squabble over which male actor was sexier. 

“I can’t help but look at him and think, I just know it’s big. It’s heavy,” Megan almost moaned, fanning herself as Shellee and Oshun laughed at her. 

Once the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, the valet opened the door and helped the three of them out. They headed inside and met up with the rest of their party that was waiting with balloons and presents next to the concierge. 

Baltaire was a chic steakhouse in the heart of Los Angeles that Oshun was introduced to when she sold a painting to her first high-income client. The lighting was low enough to provide a relaxed ambiance but light enough for you to see your food. Their dining room and bar were elegantly decorated. Black leather chairs surrounded each of the white linen-clad tables on the inside portion, while the outdoor area was surrounded by reclaimed wood and large potted plants. The clinking and clanking of glasses and pots and pans drew attention to their kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view into the inner sanctum; one couldn’t help but stare at the chefs and line cooks as they ebbed and flowed from one station to another. 

This night, however, was such a special occasion that Shellee and Megan booked the private Juniper room for Oshun’s birthday dinner. And after everyone had filed in after the concierge, the curtains were closed and Oshun sat at the head of the table. She slouched back in her chair and threw her hands in the air.

“Oh bitch, this is opulence!” 

Two hours into the celebration, empty plates had already been cleared and Oshun was opening prettily wrapped boxes from the small pile of presents that had accumulated in the corner of the room. Just as Oshun was about to thank her friend for the gift, Megan stood up and made her way out.

“Meg, where are you-”

“I’ll be right back!”

Oshun went on opening her next gift and only lifted her head at the sound of the door closing. She looked up to see Megan, who she expected. The person next to her, however, was the last person she expected to walk through that door. 

“M-M’Baku?”

There he was. The sole reason for all her torment; all the countless nights she spent crying herself to sleep. Between the endless tears and her ever-growing need to utilize her art as an outlet for everything she was feeling, Oshun partially felt like she should be thanking M’Baku. Her heartbreak had brought inspiration out of her that she had been searching for since that fateful day in DC. Yes, she wanted to thank him; and then ask him to leave. 

“Megan, what the fuck is going on?”

Oshun’s breathing became uneven as her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if no time had passed. He was still gorgeous and ever regal. With an all-black long-sleeve sweater that hugged his biceps and a gold chain gleaming against his chest, it was easy to see why everyone in the room was now giving him the eye. Oshun looked toward Sage and Yemoya in apology but their faces had a knowing look.

“It’s alright, O. Don’t freak out,” Sage said in hushed tones while Yemoya nodded. Oshun looked back to the culprits at hand with her palm laying on her abdomen. Nausea had descended upon her and she knew the only remedy would be an explanation. And someone had better start talking soon.

“Oshun, come speak with me for a moment. I won’t keep you long,” M’Baku practically pleaded. 

And as if his command was wired into her body, she stood and walked over to him. Everyone watched her silently with small smiles on their faces and Oshun rolled her eyes. 

“We need to have a conversation about boundaries,” Oshun chided Meg, before walking out behind the man that just rerouted the course of her birthday night.

She followed M’Baku over to the bar and took a seat next to him. The bartender came over to offer drinks and she declined, saying they wouldn’t be there long. Once they were alone, M’Baku reached forward and touched the golden cowrie shell hanging from her necklace. She watched as he rubbed his thumb over the charm and gulped. Her stomach was beginning to knot and she cursed herself; she knew it wasn’t because of the food. The back of his hand had brushed against her chest and she suddenly wanted to be in his arms. To think that her body would react to the slightest touch from him, it was as if she had been starved of human interaction for years. But no, it was just him.

“You’re still wearing it,” he mumbled. Oshun softly pushed his hand away and avoided meeting his eyes.

“M’Baku, you can’t just show up and blow up the spot. Regardless of whatever sneaky plan Megan came up with. You can’t just pop up.”

“You look beautiful as always, sthandwa. I heard the gallery show was a success.” 

“No, we’re not doing this. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I will speak plainly,” M’Baku said, resting a strong hand on her mesh-covered thigh, “I want you.”

Oshun went to move his hand off of her thigh but he held her hand in place, tenderly rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of her knuckles. 

“M’Baku, please don’t. Don’t say that like you mean it.” 

“I have spent months in cowardice, longing for you. Praying to Hanuman and asking for them to take away my memories of you. The pain that I alone caused was too much to bear. I cannot erase those mistakes, thixokazi wam, but I can move forward with purpose. With you.”

Oshun’s vision had begun to get blurry. Her eyes had gotten misty watching the chief lay out his emotions. Of all the things that could happen today, she didn’t expect the greatest love of her life, the one that got away, to be pouring his heart out to her in the middle of a steakhouse on San Vicente. She watched M’Baku stand from his seat and kneel in front of her. 

“Oshun, ukukhanya kobomi bam, I would love nothing more than to take you to Jabariland for you to meet my people and become my wife.”

She gently pushed his shoulder, praying that he would get up. A tear or two had quickly become a river, streaming down her face. M’Baku held her hands to his mouth and peppered kisses along her hands.

“M’Baku you can’t just ask me that, after all this time. I can’t just- I won’t go where I’m not wanted. I can’t do that,” she cried softly, speaking in hushed tones so as not to bring any more attention to them. 

“You are wanted. My people welcome you with open arms, they have no choice but to.”

“But still, Baku you’re a whole chief. I’m just me. Think of your people-”

“I have thought of my people and only my people since I sat on the throne at the age of 19.  Now I am thinking of myself. Ikumkani wam, I cannot rest another night without you by my side,” he cooed, pulling a box from his pocket and setting it on the bar beside them.

She looked over to the now open door of her private dining room to see all her friends and lovers watching. Their smiling faces were mouthing encouragement and Oshun shook her head. She didn’t want to look at either her friends or the man professing his love on one knee in front of her. She wanted to run.

“I can’t.”

In the time between the island and now, Oshun’s only coping mechanism was to blame herself for why it couldn’t work out with M’Baku. That was always her M.O. That was the only way she could control the trajectory of her pain, through blame. Then she could siphon off how much pain she needed to beat into herself with each passing day. Her mind had told her that she was not deserving and she believed it. And yet, the chief of a tribe was on his knees disrupting that thinking process and begging her to be his wife. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kind of love, M’Baku. I can’t be.”

“You are more than deserving, Oshun and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. The question is, sthandwa, will you let me? Hmm?”

Oshun finally let herself do what she could not since he walked through the door of the Juniper room and blew her life wide open. She met his eyes and saw so much warmth and love in them. Honest and pleading eyes looked back at her and she knew this was it. How could she continue to cut off access to her heart when his heart was bleeding for her? A sigh escaped Oshun’s mouth as all the pain she had been holding onto left her body. She nodded her head and chuckled through sobs as she heard Megan yell ‘yes’. M’Baku stood up once again and held Oshun’s tear-streaked face between his large hands. 

“Ndiyakuthanda, thixokazi wam,” he whispered before taking her bottom lip between his. Clapping erupted through the restaurant as he pecked from her lips to her chin and cheeks. 

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Oshun repeated. 

Once all the excitement died down, Oshun sat with M’Baku at the bar, wearing her new ring. 

“So does this make me a chieftess?”

“It does,” M’Baku chuckled. 

“What do we do now?”

“I’m taking you home with me, sthandwa.”

THE END

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[floosies]

floosies mcu masterlist

[Thank you to @indecisivedolly for creating this masterlist all that time ago]

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

Dancing with Bucky May Include

Trouble - mob!bucky x reader (series)

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - bucky x Noctua, avengers x Noctua (series)

Busy Bees - domestic!bucky x reader

Haunted Heart - Bucky x reader

Escapism -��bucky x reader, avengers x reader

Everything Stays - dad!bucky x pre teen!reader

Brooklyn Kids - bucky x poc!reader

She - Sebastian x poc!reader

Postmodern Girl - Sebastian Stan x poc!fem!reader

Celoso - Sebastian Stan x latina!reader

Steve Rogers/Chris Evans + characters

La Muneca del Barrio - mob!steve x reader (series)

Cinderella - steve x reader

Time after Time - steve x reader

Jaripeo - Chris Evans x mexican!reader

Lovely - Chris Evans x poc!fem reader

Here comes the Night - steve x fem!reader

Beyond the Storm - steve x reader

Yes It Is  - steve x reader

Static - au!teen!chris x poc!fem!reader

Artsy Things I Think Steve Rogers is Into

Late Night at the Grocery Store  - Andy Barber

My Blue Heaven - mob!Andy Barber

Sam Wilson

Throw it in the Bag -  sam x reader

Folding Clothes - sam x poc!reader

Rainy Day Rituals - sam x fem!reader

Tiene Tumbao - sam x mob!oc!reader (series) 

A First - sam x poc!reader

daydreaming - sam x poc!reader(fem)

Natasha Romanoff

Girl - Natasha x reader

Fix You - mom!natasha x son/daughter!reader x avengers

On a Morning, in Paris - Natasha x fem!reader

Avengers

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - avengers x Noctua, bucky x Noctua (series)

Escapism - avengers x reader, bucky x reader

An Avengers Christmas - avengers x reader

Gold Medal Ribbon - avengers x reader

Christmas at the Compound - avengers x reader

Some Christmas Cheer - avengers

Could You Imagine? 

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today: Part 2

Tik Tok Trends/Dances I Think the Marvel Cast Would Attempt

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Coffee - Tom x reader

Amorsito - Tom x hispanic!reader

Coffee Bars - Loki x reader

Dead to Me - mob!tom x poc!reader

The Joy You Felt - Loki x poc!reader

Coffee - Tom HIddleston x reader

For So Long - AU!Loki x oc!character x AU!Bucky

Honeymoon - Loki x reader

The Professor and I - Professor!Tom x black!reader (series)

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Omened - Peter x reader

Half a Person - Tom x reader

Puppy Love - peter x poc!plussize!reader

Thanks, Little Sis - Peter x Morgan

Happiness is a Warm Gun - Peter x reader

Mio Amore - mob!Tom x poc!reader

I Only Have Eyes for You  - mob!Tom x poc!reader

Tony Stark

She's Mine - dad!tony x daughter!reader

Sides - tony x poc!reader

It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World - tony x poc!reader

Marvel Ships

Tranquil - Thor x Bruce

Everything Stays - Thor x Bruce

Viral - MJ x Shuri

In Another Life - Steve x Sam

I Like the Way You Love Me - Sam x Bucky

Others Marvel Related:

All the Way - Howard Stark x reader

Ned's Day Out -  Ned x Tony&Bruce

Bambi - M'Baku x black fem!reader

Sweetheart - Pietro x reader

The Holidays - Frank Castle x reader

‘Girlie’ - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Shades of Cool - Stephen Strange x reader

Saviour - Matt Murdock x reader

Personal Jesus - dark!Thor (18+)

Salvatore - mob!Jake Lockley x oc!fem

[supersizemeplz]

Up and Alert

T'Challa x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Enjoy!

Usual morning sounds filled the palace walls. Staff and Doras moving about the halls. Soft footsteps echoed through the halls of the east wing, moving closer to the royal chambers of the King himself. Who you haven't seen in two days and you'd missed. The short train of your dress slid behind you on the polished floors of the palace halls as you approached his doors, dismissing the guards with a pleasant smile.

Pushing open the heavy double doors, you were met with... Darkness?

"Morning, 'Challa.." You slipped into the royal chamber, looking to meet an up and about T'Challa. Being met with a lump in the sheets instead . "..or not." You eased over to the bed. The dimmed lamp in the corner providing enough light to see where you were going.

"Okoye wasn't lying when she said you were out, huh?" The words were more to yourself. He just had to go out with M'Baku for drinks. You tapped his back, gently shaking his shoulder to awaken him from his light slumber. "I leave for a two day trip and come back to a hung over husband. You never cease to amaze me, Udaku.."

You pulled the covers back from him. Only for him to pull them back over him. You raised an arched eyebrow in surprise. "Ten more minutes, Kitten.." He'd grumbled lowly, snuggling into the pillow his head adorned which muffled his voice. You raised an eyebrow, nodding as you mumbled a soft 'okay, plan B' to yourself.

Leaving his side for a moment, you made your way over towards the windows. "Wakey wake, eggs and bakey." The blackout curtains pulled apart, allowing light to spill into the room. Turning back to the bed, you listened to the royal groan. He rolled over to his back, pulling a pillow over his face.

"For Bast sake, woman. Can I not sleep in today?" His voice sounded groggy, barely heard by you. "Just for a while longer.." He didn't attempt to move as you made it to the bed. Or when you'd bunched your dress up enough to crawl onto the bed.

"Unfortunately, my love.." You straddled him with ease, patting his chest. "That you cannot do. You have a meeting in a few hours and you need to be up and alert." Your nails grazed his chest as he sighed. Relaxing under the calming graze of your nails.

"Up and alert?.."

"Up and alert, babe.." You chuckled, smiling down at him. His eyelids low as he looked up at you with a goofy smile, telling you of how pretty you looked. "Thanks babe. It's the new headscarf.. But we'll talk about that in a moment. How can I get you up and out of this bed?" He didn't reply instantly, instead his lips curled into a sly smirk. You squinted your eyes at him in silent question, wondering what the expression meant.

He licked his lips, flipping the both of you over suddenly with ease. Pinning you beneath him as he intertwined your fingers. His soft lips kissed up your neck, moving to your jaw. "I can think of a few ways, Kitten."

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[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 7

SugarDaddy!M'Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: M’Baku takes you on a 2-week excursion to St. Lucia and feelings boil over.

Words: 4600+

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst 18+ only

Author’s Note: Sorry, I know it’s a long one. Let me know what you think!

Suggested Listening: Something Different by Adekunle Gold, Can’t Anymore by Shenseea, Indélébile by Yseult

Translations: uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa (my goddess, you’re amazing), sthandwa (my love), umntu (person), iyinto yam yonke (you are my everything), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life)

Chapter 7

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

M’Baku walked into the loft silently and placed his bag down by the door. The setting sun peered through the curtains on the windows and illuminated the dim room. His eyes closed and he let out a long sigh. This weight of emotion he had been carrying finally rolled off his shoulders as he opened his eyes and took in the surroundings of his second home. After a harrowing time in Jabariland, he only sought your comfort. On the flight over, he found himself anxious to get to you. Wanting, needing to have you in his arms; to hear the melodic tone of your voice as you speak. Finding solace in your being was something he had become accustomed to. But now, it was all he craved. It seemed that being away from you for even a day was too much after the two months he spent trying to instill a sense of security in his people after the coup. He wanted so desperately to make up for the lost time between you, but that was a power M’Baku knew he could never possess. 

The kitchen and living room were empty but he knew exactly where you’d be at this time. If there was one thing he had learned over the past six months he had known you, it was that you rose with the sun. And surely he’d find you behind a canvas as you always were. M’Baku followed the sounds of soft music dancing through the air and stopped just short of the source. He rested his towering frame against the doorframe of your art room when he saw you working, still in your pajamas. Not wanting to be a distraction, he watched you for a moment as you moved your hand up and down the canvas in a circular motion. Fragments of gold flew away with each movement; streaks of sunlight catching each piece and reflecting its light onto the walls. The cowrie shells in your braids clicked and clacked against one another as they sway across your back; this moment in time was one that he would cherish till the end of his days.

“Uthixokazi wam, uyamangalisa.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see the gentle giant smiling at you, his cute little gap on display. Rubbing your hands together to rid them of the excess gold flakes, you stood up and walked over to hug his waist. 

“I missed you,” you muttered into his chest. He rubbed your back and chuckled.

“I told you I’d return in a day's time, sthandwa. Show me what you’ve made.” 

Leading him by his hand, you positioned him in front of the canvas resting on your easel. A twilight-skinned woman with stars for freckles held her palms together over her chest and golden adornments sat upon her chest and wrists; a golden halo surrounded her. It was your first commission and it felt so good to finally be done with it. You watched as M’Baku’s hand traced the edges of the painting slowly. 

“You’re torturing me, Emby. Tell me what you think.”

“I think..,” M’Baku trailed off. “I think I must have it.”

“What? No, this is a commission that someone paid for! You can’t just have it,” you chuckled as his face turned from wonder to annoyance. 

“Nonsense. How much did this umntu pay you? I have $10,000 American dollars in my bag, surely that will be suitable!” You couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that was spilling out of you. You were aware that M’Baku was as serious as could be but his face when you told him ‘no’ was priceless. Giggles echoed through the room and you could tell he was taking none of your shit. 

“I can’t, daddy. But I will make a painting just for you. Wait, why do you have so much cash on your person?” The question came out as a shout and he shook his head at you, waving off your concerns.

“We have a flight soon. Are you packed?”

“Yes, my bags are on the bed,” you noted, picking up a drop sheet, “Can I ask where we’re going?”  

“Of course. We are going to St. Lucia for two weeks,” he smiled, holding the other end of the drop sheet and helping you cover your masterpiece. He laughed when your face lit up at the mention of the destination. Your excitement always pleased him.

“Two whole weeks? Someone must miss me.” 

“I don’t know what you speak of, Oshun.” He shrugged his shoulders and you chuckled, lightly hitting his thick abdomen. 

“You play too much.”

“Come. Knowing you, you most likely ran to this room at first light rather than having any sustenance. I will make us something to carry us through the journey,” he muttered, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“You’re always trying to feed me. ‘Baku, you don’t have to-”

“Hush. Let me care for you.” M’Baku’s hands squeezed your shoulders gently and he leaned down to press a kiss onto your temple. You could only smile as words left your mind and you followed him to the kitchen. 

Kalinago Beach, St. Lucia, Caribbean

The island was lush with mountainous greenery and the sweet sounds of technicolored birds speaking to each other in the trees. It was the most beautiful place you had seen and also the hottest. The sweltering heat made you thankful for the protective style you asked Meg to put in last week. But the view of the Kalinago Beach resort made you forget the heat as you walked hand in hand with M’Baku. The resort was nestled between the two towering dormant volcanoes and had clear, crystal-blue waves crashing upon the private beach. 

This resort had been at the top of your list for a long time. It was the only resort in St. Lucia that was owned by descendants of the slaves that worked on the sugar plantation that stood here years ago. When you first told M’Baku you wanted to go there, you made it known that you only wanted him to spend money at Black Saint Lucian-owned places. St. Lucia’s history was tainted with France’s colonial bullshit, but you still wanted to see it. You were eager to see everything the island had to offer. Where would you go first? Embark on the Chocolate Heritage Tour? Experience the Diamond Falls? Maybe visit the bird sanctuary? You couldn’t make up your mind but before you could do anything, you’d need to rid yourself of your luggage. 

Once you stepped onto the checkered floor of the lobby, M’Baku instructed you to sit whilst he checked in. You sat under a palm leaf-shaped fan and your eyes wandered until you caught sight of a gift shop in the corner. The trinkets and oddities that filled the windows piqued your interest and yet, you did not leave your seat. After all, he did tell you to rest. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. Your room isn’t ready yet. We weren’t expecting you for another hour or so.” 

“Hmm, are there no other rooms available?” 

The woman’s thick accent was all you knew of her as M’Baku’s height was blocking any view of her. You shifted in your seat and fully turned your body to peek into the shop. A film camera sat in the window and felt that familiar tingle of inspiration calling you to it. It was a new medium but you’d welcome the challenge. You turned back to see that M’Baku was still preoccupied.

“We have a couple of beach bungalows available but they are expensi-” 

“Money is no object. How quickly can you have our things moved there?” You shook your head in amusement at M’Baku’s antics with the check-in clerk. How he came into such money was a question that never left your mind, but you wouldn’t dare ask him. Why ruin a good thing?

You stood from your seat and as your curiosity got the best of you, you waltzed over into the gift shop. Name keychains, sunglasses, and chocolate bars filled the stands of the shop. But only one vintage camera sat on the checkout stand. Making quick about asking your questions, you decided to purchase it. There were so many ideas you wanted to fulfill through the lens of this camera and you couldn’t wait to use up all of the film the gift shop could sell you. Just as you began to pull out your card to pay, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your whole body froze up when you heard his voice. 

“I was just paying for-”

“Paying for what,” M’Baku grunted, pulling cash out of his pocket, “I will not have it. Surely you know better than that.” 

He handed the clerk the money and squeezed your hips and belly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully but relished in his touch. 

“Newlyweds? We get a lot of them here,” the clerk cleared his throat, securing the camera in wrapping paper before putting it in the bag. 

“Something like that,” M’Baku answered, smiling down at you as he grabbed the bag. You couldn’t help the grin at his infectious smile. 

The Beach Bungalow

This is luxury. That was all you could think of while the ‘lifestyle assistant’, Georgie, assigned to your bungalow guided you and M’Baku to your home for the next two weeks. The walkway was shaded by towering greenery with peaks of light and small glimpses of the pitons peeking through. The bungalow was slightly secluded and right on the beach, with a wading pool on the side and a sitting patio around back. The hushed tones of the crashing waves could be heard from your front door and you wondered how you would be able to leave once your baecation was over. 

“Here are your door keys. Should you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact me. You can reach me from the bungalow’s iPad.” You whispered a thank you and walked into the living room while M’Baku helped bring in the luggage.

You placed your sandals in the corner of the foyer and set off to explore your new digs. The dark wooden floors were cool beneath your feet and set a stark contrast to the white walls of the residence. The same palm leaf fans from the lobby made an appearance in the living room and hall. Pictures of modern art lined the walls. The decor was simple but beautiful. 

Once you opened the door to the primary bedroom, you found it littered with gifts. Christian Louboutin boxes on the floor and the easily recognizable blue coloring of the Tiffany boxes on the bed. Stunned, you walked over and swiped your hand over the bows, feeling the ribbons against your palm. A pop of red caught your eye and you turned to see giant bouquets of red roses on the dresser. You stood in awe, holding your hands to your cheeks. You had never seen so many gifts at once. Thoughts of whether or not you deserved all these gifts flashed in your mind and you shooed them away, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Doubt would not get the best of you now. You wanted to savor this moment of pure bliss. 

“That look on your face is one I will keep with me for my darkest days,” M’Baku cooed, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Emby, there’s so much. Why all the gifts?” 

“I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me, enhle. But if you don’t want the gifts…” He trailed off, chuckling at the look on your face.

“You know I want them!” 

“Then open one so that I can put this old tech to good use.” 

You shook your head at him as he unwrapped your film camera. You chose a large Tiffany gift bag and flung the tissue paper out of the way. Underneath all the wrapping sat a pink leather crossbody bag with a heart pendant. ‘Please Return To Tiffany & Co. New York’ was written on the front and a silver chain hung below it. Your eyes widened at the sight of it and you heard a click of the camera. 

“Open another one!” 

You and M’Baku had spent an entire week exploring the island. He had created an all-encompassing itinerary full of adventurous activities that absolutely wore you out. Just today, you toured a reclaimed chocolate plantation and saw the most majestic waterfalls. You got into the water at your own pace as you had yet to learn how to even doggy-paddle. But M’Baku was slowly teaching you to swim and though you were a difficult student, he insisted to help you overcome the feat and finally learn. And who were you to say no? You loved being in his strong, burly arms and would jump at the chance to be in them once again. 

With every outing came the heat of the island. And the heat always resulted in M’Baku shedding layers to keep cool in the sun. It took everything in you to not want to run your hands up and down his sweat-glistened chest on your hike this morning. Or when you visited the cacao factory and watched him rip open a cacao pod with his bare hands, his biceps flexing and catching the attention of other women on the tour. Audible gasps sounded as another group thirsted over him, but you couldn’t care less. The lewd sounds he made when he sucked the flesh off of the seeds made your insides writhe and you swore that you could have creamed your shorts right then and there. But M’Baku, being the ever-observant man he was, immediately saw your body language and knew where your mind was; your thighs clasped together, biting your bottom lip and wringing out your hands. He knew exactly what was going on in that pretty little head of yours and had lectured you about ‘undressing him with your eyes’. Being a good sugar baby, you listened and nodded your head in agreeance. Yet, that didn’t stop you from ogling his 6’5 frame for the rest of the afternoon; hell, most of the photos you had taken on your new film camera were of him. Or of you on top of him.

That night, you and M’Baku had dinner plans at a Saint Lucian restaurant called Montie’s. The beautiful eatery sat on the beach covered with palm fronds. When you walked up, a live band was performing on the open-air deck. The sounds of steel drums and rich tones of singing swam through the tables of people and your body couldn’t help but dance to the beat as the two of you walked hand in hand to your table. He pulled out your chair before taking his own and ordered drinks for the table. You clapped along with the rest of the patrons once the band finished their song and the waiter left to grab your refreshments. Turning your attention back to M’Baku, you caught him staring at you. Your face started to heat up under his gaze and you looked down at your hands, smiling. 

“What are you staring at ‘Baku?”

“I’m simply admiring the beauty on this island, thixokazi wam. Are you enjoying our time here?” 

You nodded, sighing in contentment. He pulled a red Cartier box out of his pocket and placed it on the table. 

“I have also enjoyed my time with you, Oshun,” he said, sliding the box to you, “you have truly filled my days with joy. Please, open it.”

Opening the box with slightly shaky hands, you found a small gold cowrie shell on a thin chain. The shells that were in your hair. You gently lifted it and watched it turn and shine in the light as it dangled. M’Baku stood from his seat to come behind you. After handing him the necklace, you lifted your hair to aid his view and he placed the chain around your neck; securing the clasp. His hands lingered at the nape of your neck before returning your shell-adorned braids to their original resting place. Your hand shot to your chest and felt the cold metal shell that had made its new home there. Now it was your turn to stare at him in wonderment as he returned to his seat. 

His smile lit up the room and for a moment, you felt as if the two of you were the only people in the world. The lights were bright but nothing could shine as he did. You had met M’Baku during your search for inspiration and understanding. But you had found so much more. He had become your muse in such a short span of time and in some ways, you became his. Somehow, this man sitting before you, that you barely knew, had stolen your heart; and you could only wonder if you had stolen his in return. Was his tenderness and affection a ploy of the contract that now guided your life? Or could it be something more? You desperately wanted it to be something more and prayed to someone, anyone, that Shellee wasn’t right. It wasn’t the trips, the gifts, or the allowance that kept you in his grasp. It was him. And as M’Baku sat there, smugly smiling, knowing he had you; you wanted him too. 

The waiter placing your chocolate martini in front of you brought you back to the present. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you wiped the singular tear that hadn’t noticed fall. 

“Did you not like it? Are you alright,” M’Baku questioned with worry overtaking his face. Leaning forward, you held his hand from across the table.

“No, I love it. I’m more than alright. This is- everything is perfect.” 

After showering, all M’Baku mentioned was that all he wanted to do was rest after dinner. But you had other things in mind. 

You laid on the couch in your sleep dress with your head on M’Baku’s lap while he got lost in a book. Brown Sugar played on the tv but you found it hard to pay attention to the movie. His hand was rubbing your belly incessantly as he delved more into his story and you could only think about his hand being somewhere else. Shifting underneath his hand, you watched to see if he would somehow read your mind and do as you pleased. And still, his attention stayed on his book. With a small sigh, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Pulling his hand away from your stomach, you placed it on your chest, peering up at him to see how he’d respond. He offered you a quick glance before kneading your breast through the fabric. His book could not cover his smirk when he felt your nipple hard underneath his touch. But you needed more. 

You sat up with a huff and scooched back until you were seated in his lap. Pecking his lips, you trailed kisses down to his neck, softly biting and nipping at the sensitive area. A content hum left his lips as he continued to read, trying to ignore the uncomfortable strain against his pants as he hardened beneath you. Not letting up from his neck, you moved his free hand underneath your dress and pressed his hand onto your pussy. Desperation overtook your movements as you quickly spread your lips. He felt how wet you were and quickly moved his digits around your clit. 

“You just won’t leave me be will you?” M’Baku chuckled as you moaned ‘no’ and placed his book down. He held you close to his chest and you rested your cheek against his. 

“I know exactly what you need, sthandwa.”

He shoved three fingers into your soaking entrance and covered your moans with his lips. His kiss was intoxicating and you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for him to grant you access. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he pressed his thumb against your clit and you threw your head back in ecstasy. The action threw your body into hyper drive and you could feel your stomach tightening; steadily building a climax...

“Fuuuuuck, ‘Baku, please,” you whimpered. You were practically begging for release as his fingers fucked you dumb. The only thing that existed in your brain at this moment was the man beneath you, whispering praises into your ear. 

“Iyinto yam yonke. Ndiyakuthanda.” 

The more he spoke to you in his native tongue, the closer you were. His words felt like a spell he had cast to excise this vivacious coil tightening deep within you; to pleasure you beyond belief. And he was determined to help you release. 

He held you firmly as he felt your body seize up. One more stroke of his fingers and you were squirting into his hand. The build-up from all the exchanged lustful gazes and loving caresses of the trip was spilling out of you in waves. As your breathing slowed, you watched  M’Baku slide his fingers out of you and place them into his mouth, licking the taste of you off of his digits. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again and again.

“M’Baku,” you moaned, dragging out the last syllable in his name. He hooked his arm underneath your knees and stood, effortlessly carrying you as he walked towards the bedroom of the bungalow. 

“Keep moaning my name like that and we won’t leave this room for the rest of the week.” 

“I never get to see stars like this,” you whispered, leaning back into your patio chair; shimmering lights dancing across your vision. 

The sky was a black canvas and the stars were glittering against it like it was their last chance. M’Baku only hummed in accordance. He had been oddly quiet since you two had finished a third round in the primary room. It was out of character for him and you did your best to lighten the mood. 

“You talk to me in your mother tongue a lot. I can’t always remember the words but I remember some. What does ‘izo-kazi wam’ mean?”

M’Baku chuckled and you felt a tinge of embarrassment hearing the words come out of your mouth. You were sure you just butchered the hell out of whatever you just said.

“Thixokazi wam,” he corrected, moving his chair closer to yours, “means ‘my goddess’. And that is what you are to me, a goddess.” A blush made its way to your face and now you were even more curious.

“What about sthandwa, does it mean like baby or something?”

“It means ‘my love’.” He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it, sending a chill through your body.

“Okay, one more. On the couch earlier, you said something, I know this going to sound horrible. Uh, ndi-ya-ku-thanda?” 

M’Baku turned his whole body toward you and sat there with his mouth agape before closing and opening once more; had you butchered it that badly?

“It means ‘I love you’, Oshun.” 

Your heart skipped a couple of beats as it sounded loudly in your ears. Looking at the man next to you, you sat there in bewilderment. He took your hand into his and brought it up to his face, placing the sweetest kiss over your knuckles. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you watched him intently. 

“M’Baku…” 

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done, sthandwa. I love you with all my being. Please, omncinci, please tell me you love me as well.” 

Standing from your chair you watched as he held his arms out to you, welcoming you in. You fell into him and took what felt like your first breath in months. The shoulder of his shirt was soon becoming soaked from your endless tears but you couldn’t help it. The light of your life just professed his love to you and was awaiting a response. 

“I love you too! I was so afraid to tell you,” you sighed into him. M’Baku rubbed large circles into your back, soothing your soft cries.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how you feel. I want to know your thoughts, always.” 

You sat like that for a few minutes. Wrapped in the embrace of a man that had fallen in love with you, under the stars on an island that you could never have imagined you would be able to visit. 

“Wait, so what happens to the contract? It’s done, right? Are you moving in full-time?” Your excited questions were met with silence and you sat up to look at his face; to search for answers in his eyes when his mouth had yet to answer. 

“The contract would have to be in place for as long as you would have me. With my company, in my home country, I cannot commit to a relationship because of it. But, enhle, when I saw you for the first time I knew that I needed you in my life which is why I pursued the contract,” M’Baku trailed off, watching you stand from his lap. 

“But why does your company have anything to do with us? That doesn’t make sense, what aren’t you telling me,” you questioned in confusion. 

“This is all I can give. I could not… I cannot give you the loving relationship you desire. The one you deserve. It cannot be enough.” 

You held his large face in your hands and wiped away the tear that had escaped from his eye. 

“It will, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Everything will be okay. We can just keep the contract.” Your words spilled out in nervous haste as the tears began to stream again. M’Baku brought his hands to hold yours. 

“Ukukhanya kobomi bam, how long will it be enough?” 

You couldn’t answer. You didn’t know how long this contract would be enough to satisfy you after the confession he’d just made. How could he expect you to respond? You could lie to yourself. But after looking into his eyes once more, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. 

“Do not rush yourself. We can speak more about this in the morning. Come.” 

The next morning, M’Baku stirred awake and felt around the bed for you, wanting to pull you in close and lull himself back to sleep. But when he couldn’t find you by touch, he opened his eyes to find an empty side of the bed. He sat up slowly, stretching his wide arms with a yawn. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he slipped on his shorts and got up to find you. 

After checking every inch of the bungalow, he looked out past the porch and saw you sitting near the soft waves of the beach. He walked over and sat down in the sand next to you silently, not wanting to disturb your thoughts. You immediately reached for his hand and he intertwined his large hand with yours. 

“I think you’re right,” you whisper with a quivering voice, “I think I deserve something more. I didn’t want you to be right.” 

Wrapping his arm around you, M’Baku pulled you closer, allowing you to cry into him. He recognized that this may be the last time he gets to hold you; there was so much he wanted to say, but he settled on silence. Words could not change the outcome. Not this time.

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Warm Colors: Chapter 8

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: After leaving St. Lucia, Oshun stays at Megan's house to nurse her heartache; but a moment of weakness changes the tides. 

Words: 2400+

Warnings: A bit of smut, 18+ only

Author’s Note: After this chapter, there will only be two chapters left y’all! Thanks for reading this far!

Translations: sthandwa (my love), thixokazi wam (my goddess), ndiyakuthanda (i love you), omncinci (little one), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life)

Recommended listening: Nobody Gets Me by SZA, BAD BOY by Yseult

Chapter 8

Megan’s Home, Pasadena

It had been weeks since you’d left your small haven on the white sands of the Saint Lucian beach. Your concept of time was shot in the wake of your grief and you weren’t sure of just how many weeks it had been. Maybe two and a half, but no more than 4. Once you arrived home, you saw the usual guards were no longer standing in their place and Zoya was nowhere to be seen. Would his things be gone? The emptiness had begun to set in and you couldn’t even bring yourself to open the door of the loft. The loft that he had paid for. And so, you rushed to the only place that was not yet tainted with heartache, Megan’s house. 

“You need to get up. You haven’t even eaten since yesterday, O.” 

You had gone to Megan’s to lean on her emotionally, but she was visibly more heartbroken than you were. With the dissolution of the contract between you and M’Baku came the end of Megan x Zoya. He couldn't stay behind to be with her and she knew that. But that knowledge didn’t stop her from wishing their time spent together was longer. Meg was carrying on with her sobbing and crying and you were just.. there. You didn’t want to cry or pout or talk about your feelings. You just wanted to push the fast-forward button on this series of feelings that were trying to bubble out of you and get to the point where you no longer missed M’Baku; a timeline where you weren’t in love with him anymore. 

Sitting up on the couch, you lazily held the remote and let it dangle between your fingers. You clicked through the channels aimlessly until you landed on HGTV. Satisfied with the show, you leaned back into the indent your body had made on the couch. Meg passed you on the sofa and stood in front of the tv. 

“Meg, I just found this channel. Move, please.”

“You need to get up. All you do all day is watch tv. I haven’t seen you sketch or paint anything since you got here. I know you and M’B-”

“Please don’t say his name.”

“Fine. I know you and him parted ways but you still need to be you. Maybe if we went back to the loft, you could get some painting done.” 

“I can’t. Artists block.” 

You shifted your weight on the couch and returned your attention to the interior design show on the tv. Megan sighed, leaving the room in a huff and returning with the jingle of her keys sounding in the room. 

“Let’s go. Now.” 

In the car, you stared out the window at the high rises as you entered downtown Los Angeles once again. A twinge in your chest signaled the incoming heartache but you ignored it. You weren’t allowing yourself to feel right now, and a silly little building would not be the cause of your first breakdown in weeks. 

“So.. How long do you get to stay in the loft?” 

“The rent is paid through the end of the year so I’ve some months,” you sighed and placed a hand on Megan’s thigh as she drove.

“I’m sorry about Zoya. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.” 

She shook her head and placed her hand on top of yours, granting you a comforting squeeze. 

“Don’t do that. We knew the risks.”

A sad moment of silence passed before she returned her hand to the steering wheel. You looked through your phone, contemplating if you should delete his number.

“You gotta get a job now, huh? My job is looking for a project coordinator.”

“Actually, no. In our newer contract, there was a clause saying that money would be given to me if our thing ended.” 

“Well, that can’t possibly get you through the rest of the year. How much are we talking about?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t read too much into it. Hold on.”

Megan pulled into the garage of the loft and parked in your assigned spot. You unbuckled yourself and then pulled up the contract on your phone. Leaning against her shoulder, you read aloud as she followed along.

“In the event of dissolution of this contract and relationship, a sum of money will be wired into Oshun Jones’ account in the amount of-”

“One hundred thousand dollars?!” 

You and Megan looked at each other in shock. Scrambling to open your banking app with shaky hands, you logged in and waited for the loading spinning wheel of death to reveal the amount. And there it was, $105,836.72. Your heartbeat in your chest pounded as memories of M’Baku’s solemn face watching you leave St. Lucia flooded your mind; his furrowed brow and the way he held onto your hand as you slipped away. When you leave, you take my heart with you, Oshun. I have no use for it now, he told you before your final embrace. He wanted to take care of you even before you knew he was in love with you. He wanted to care for you even in his absence, even after whatever was between you was no longer thriving. The familiar twinge of pain returned and you opened his contact ID once more, pressing the text icon. Your thumbs moved before you could think and suddenly, you had the need to feel. 

Jabariland, Wakanda

The hot springs of Jabariland held a sacred place in each warrior’s heart. The nature-made pools were hidden between the birch trees below the throne room, on the back of a mountain. The salt-laden warm water was thought to be blessed by Hanuman themself as a haven for worn muscles, wounds from war, and aching bones. After a grueling day of training new warriors, M’Baku slipped away from the snow-covered training arena in search of the only thing that could grant him solace. A good soak in these waters aided in healing most ailments. Perhaps even a broken heart. 

“I just need a moment.” 

He dismissed Zoya and M’Bele so he could have time to reflect privately. He laid his staff down before slipping off his sandals. Shrugging off his wooden armor and fur-lined adornments, he stripped down and took his time getting into the water. The initial sting of warmth against his skin caught his breath before he fully sat and relaxed in the water. But his mind refused to quiet his thoughts and join his body in relaxation. Too many things were going through his mind. Ifechi’s constant suggestions for wives. Training younglings to fight. Requests from villagers. The love of his life leaving him behind. 

No, he gave you that choice. He would only keep you if he could offer what you needed. You deserved more and he was aware of that. He sacrificed his pride and let you choose for both of you. And he would spend the rest of his days trying to convince himself that this decision was best for everyone.

“Lord M’Baku, there’s been-”

“Did I not ask you to give me a moment? What is so urgent that you must interrupt my quiet,” M’Baku asked, cutting off M’Bele’s message.

“It is urgent, brother.” 

M’Bele handed him a small phone with the text screen lit up. He’d only used this tech to contact you and had set it aside once he returned to Jabariland, thinking he wouldn’t need it again. Yet, in one glance at the screen, M’Baku had almost leaped out of the water; all the pain from training was forgotten in an instant. He swiftly collected his armor and began his trek back to his bed chambers, grunting instructions to M’Bele about securing a transport. 

I need you - O

The Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles

The next night, you paced in the foyer of the loft, wringing out your hands repeatedly. Now that you had a reply, you were regretting sending that text. A singular moment of weakness was threatening to break down all the walls you had built over the last few weeks. I need you. What did you need? Did you need attention or affection? The feeling of him filling you up as only he could? That’s it, you thought, I just need one last fuck and I can forget everything. 

A knock sounded at the door and you took a deep breath before opening the door. There he was. The one man that had caused all of your happiness and anguish in the memories that you wrestled with nightly. Before he even had the chance to speak, you pulled him down by his collar and crashed your lips into him. The kiss was all-encompassing, it felt like you could breathe for the first time in days. His soft lips resting on yours were enough to clear your mind of all your previous worries.  Your body was pressed against his but you needed to be closer. As if M’Baku could sense your desires, he picked you up and cradled the plush of your thighs in his hands. You practically melted into him as he carried you to the bedroom. 

He sat on the bed with you straddling his thighs and you unbuttoned his shirt. He took his lips from yours and placed butterfly kisses and bites down your neck and across your chest. You bit your lip as he whispered praises in between his kisses. 

Such a good girl, sthandwa 

Thixokazi wam

How I’ve missed you

His words were tightening the coil beneath your tummy and it was getting to be too much. You placed his hand in your shorts where you needed it most and guided his fingers around your clit. Desperation took over as he sped up the strumming motion on your hardened bead and you rested your head on his shoulder trying to hold the incoming rush of arousal. You were almost embarrassed at how quickly he could undue you with just his words and his fingers. 

You’re close, my love, I can feel it

Be good for me

Ndiyakuthanda, Oshun

Like a dam bursting, your release quaked through you while you orgasmed. Satisfaction and relief should have washed over you as you came, but a sudden sadness broke through instead. Your moans turned into sobs as you collapsed your body weight onto him and cried into the crook of his neck. Everything you had been holding in since you left the island poured out of you as he held you in his arms. 

“I know, sthandwa, I know.” 

Once the sobs had subsided, you clung to him as you both sat in bed with your backs against the headboard. No one had said a word but he was still rubbing soft circles onto your lower back. The sadness loomed over you but you had no more tears to cry. 

“Oshun,” M’Baku cooed, “ are you still awake, omncinci?” 

You only nodded into his chest and felt the rise and fall against your cheek when he sighed. 

“I need to be honest with you. What do you know of Wakanda?” 

“The country? Not much, besides that one UN speech on the news. Is that where you’re from?”

“Yes. But I am not from the main part of the country where the king resides.” 

You straightened your body and sat up to look at him with confusion on your face.

“I don’t work for a company there. I am the leader and chief of the Jabari tribe. We have resided in the mountains of Wakanda since Bashenga discovered the great mound and I oversee the lives of about 400 of my people.”

He watched you go through the motions as you processed the information he had given you. There were so many questions you wanted to ask. 

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, uthando. I just needed to ensure the safety of my people.” 

“So you’re a whole king?” 

“If that’s what you’d like to call me.”

“If you hold this position of power, why can’t we be together?”

M’Baku shifted his position to face you completely and held your hands. You watched as he looked down and kissed the tops of your hands, holding his lips there for a moment. His momentary silence was worrying and no amount of kisses would make it better. 

“I have a council that advises me in making decisions for my people and they did not grant their blessing to us.”

“Well, maybe if you take me, I can talk to them. I could try to persuade them.” 

“They will not let me take a black American chieftess, let alone bring you to Jabarliland,” he said flatly. 

You were taken aback by the harshness of his words and you removed your hands from his. Anger and confusion started to boil in your chest and you got up from the bed. Holding your hands in a prayer formation, you glared at him as you gathered your thoughts. 

“Let me get this straight. Because I’m black but not Wakandan black, we can’t be together. I didn’t ask to be born here, M’Baku!”

“I know, Oshun, I-”

“Do you know? You’ve been surrounded by your people your entire life. You weren’t given fewer opportunities because of your dark skin and forced to assimilate in a country that doesn’t give a shit about you! Your ancestors weren’t enslaved and mutilated or taken against their will. And because I have the unfortunate circumstance of coming from that, I’m not enough for them? For you?” 

The tears had begun once and again and you rubbed your chest, trying to soothe yourself through this completely new wave of heartache. You turned to look out of the window as you could no longer bare to look at him. M’Baku made quick of coming to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You grimaced at the weight of it all but brought your hands to his arms nonetheless. 

“Of course, you’re enough. You are more than enough. Sthandwa just give me some time, please,” M’Baku begged, his tone low so as not to frighten you. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this. This was a mistake, asking you to come.”

He held on to you tighter, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

“Ukukhanya kobomi bam, do not shut me out.”

“Please, just go,” you cried, shutting your eyes tight. 

“I love you.”

His hold on you loosened and you held your breath as he rubbed your arms and kissed your head once more; you felt the cold set in once he was no longer touching you. With the front door closed, you sat on your bed and stared out the window, letting the time pass. 

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I Wouldn't Mind

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. In an AU where the reader is a healer and M'Baku is trying to catch her eye. Enjoy!

The double doors of the master bathroom were opened wide. Allowing heat to flow from the bedroom into the spacious area. Sharp inhales filled the air as the Jabari royal winced. His large hands rested on either side of tub, holding onto the edge as he was submerged into the warm water. Filled with calming salts and healing flower petals. You chuckled as M'Baku groaned from the alcohol you dabbed on his wound.

"I'm sorry, my Lord, but I had to disinfect the area.." You giggled lightly, rubbing a small amount of a healing herbal ointment onto the gash that adorned the right cheek of his face. "Was today not meant for rest?" You rose an eyebrow, teasingly. He gave a small smile, chuckling as you tended to the cut on his shoulder.

"Eh. It is, but you know how stubborn I can be." He relaxed against the tub, laying his head back and closing his eyes. He was right about that. The man was as stubborn as a mule, aside from the occasional moments with you.

Though you were his personal healer, he'd yearned for a deeper relationship.

You sat the wooden bowl of ointment aside, moving to grab a sponge. Your steps were soft against the tiled floors, yet he'd heard them. He turned his head to watch the switch of your hips, his head still resting against the tub. A lazy smirk in his lips. When you turned back to him, a sponge in hand, you caught his gaze.

"What?" You chuckled as you walked back to the tub, gifting him a smile. The small trail of your dress dragging behind you. He licked his lips as you'd gathered the dress up enough that you could rest on your knees at the tub's side. The water sounded through the room as you dunked the sponge into the bath.

"Can I not take the time to admire the beauty that Hanuman is so gracious to allow me to witness?" His soothing voice spoke in his native tongue. The dampness of his fingertips tainted your skin, caressing along your jaw. "I thank him for you everyday.."

You found yourself smiling shyly, focusing on washing away the impurities of the outside world from his skin. Thanking him softly. He chuckled as you focused on cleaning him, feeling the gentle scrub you were giving him.

"Have I made my sweet chieftess nervous?" He ignored the dwindling ache of his side, focusing on the features of your face. Every curve and detail. "There's no need to be shy with me, my love."

"There's those sweet names again.." You chuckled, sparing him a glance. "You're very persistent, you know.." Amusement dripped from your words, making him grin. You stood from your knees, ringing the sponge free of soap and water.

Turning away to put the sponge in its appropriate place, you listened to him laugh. Full and genuine. "There's nothing wrong with having a little hope, usana.." The swishing around of water sounded with his words. If you turned to him now, you'd be met by him in all his glory. "Maybe one day you'll awaken and open your eyes to see my charm un-resisting. Possibly even allow me to treat you to a proper date, and treat you as the queen you are."

You couldn't help the smirk that teased your lips. "That isn't the problem at all, my Lord. I am very aware that you are quite the charmer." Looking over your shoulder, you watched as he secured his towel. Though it didn't hide the print of him against the cotton towel, not that you didn't enjoy the sight. "But I am not one for being in the public eye. And you sir, are very to the public."

He took a slow stride to reach you, licking his lips once again. You turned to him fully as he looked down at you. Water droplets rolling down his chest and arms. "You need not worry of the public eye.." Before you could protest, he'd engulfed you in a hug. "..they have no say so in my love life." His muscular arms held you close in a bear hug.

"Bakuu.." You groaned playfully, rolling your eyes as you laid your head on his chest. Giving in to his affection, as you often did. "You're getting me and my clothes wet. I can't walk around like this. What will everyone think?" Workers of the palace already suspected that the royal had taken liking to you. Bringing about assumptions of a relationship between you and M'Baku.

He buried his nose into your coils, smiling as he spoke. Taking in the faint scent of the oils he'd imprinted into memory. "I'll send your clothes off to be tended to and you can lounge with me and wear one of my sweaters until they're finished." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "& Let them think what they choose, usana. Though I wouldn't mind having you as mine.."

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Long Days & Longer Nights

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Requested by the lovely @yaachtynoboat711. Hope you like it, love. SMUT ahead. Enjoy!

The sound of swishing water filled the bathroom. Almost as loud as the soothing R&B in the background. You relaxed against the cold surface of the tub, melting into the warmth of the bubbles. After a stressful day at work dealing with the attitudes of your coworkers, it felt good to come home to a loving husband.

Winston knelt at the side of the tub, lathering up the white towel in his hand. He washed over your skin, humming along to whatever song played on the radio. Holding out an arm for him, you allowed him to wash away the impurities of the day. Sipping your flute of wine with the other.

You watched him as he focused on washing you with gentle strokes. His facial features were relaxed for the most part. Those brown orbs of his gave you small glances when he'd felt your stare. "What?" He smiled, showing you that gapped smile that reeled you in years ago.

"Nothing.." You shrugged shyly. "Just wondering how I got so lucky.." Holding the glass of wine out for him to taste, he accepted the offer. Following it with a kiss to your lips because he said they were as sweet as fruit.

After he'd finished rinsing you off, he wrapped a large fluffy towel around your body. Deciding to carry you so you wouldn't have to walk on the cold tiled floor. You jumped into his arms, grinning as he caught you by your thighs. He chuckled as you gave him a smile. "You just want to get me wet, huh.." His hands squeezed your thighs gently, making you giggle.

You hit the bed with a soft bounce as he dropped, your arm holding the towel in place. "I do.." Giving him a innocent bat of your lashes, you licked your lips. Pressing a foot to his chest. "In more ways than one." He grinned at the double meaning.

Grabbing the small bottle of oil he'd had prepared, he opened your towel with a gentle tug. Exposing your brown skin to him once again. "Tonight isn't about me.." His words were soft as he drank you in. He poured a bit of oil in his palm before sitting the bottle aside. "Its about you." His large hands started their massaging at your thighs. Rubbing up both thighs slowly.

Allowing them to spread, you seen him swallow as he caught sight of your plump folds. You smirked, deciding not to reply. Closing your thighs to let him continue his massage.

You relaxed against the cool sheets of the king sized bed. His hands moving upwards along your body. The oil made your skin shine, tempting him as he cupped your breasts. They weighed heavy in his hands and he groaned as he gave them a soft squeeze. Releasing them with a gentle pinch to both your nipples.

You took a deep breath as he rubbed his hands along your arms. His fingers massaging each hand when he reached it. Moving pass your shoulders, his long fingers found their place around your neck. Your eyes fell closed at the touch, hoping that he applied the pressure you yearned. He licked his lips as you arched from the bed at the slight tightening of his fingers. Bringing his lips down to place a wet, suctioned kiss to the skin of your neck that was exposed.

"You're starting, Winston.." He chuckled at your soft moan. Placing a second kiss to your skin. "..and you know I'll finish if you won't." Your nails grazed the back of his neck, sending a chill down his spine. Bringing a smile to your lips at the quick shiver of his body.

His hand disappeared from your neck as he chuckled. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling him place his third kiss between your breasts. "That almost sounded like a threat, little one.." He raised an eyebrow as his kisses began to trail along your stomach.

You lifted to rest on your elbows, watching to watch him. "Its more of a promise." Voice sultry. Lifting your legs, you opened your thighs wider for him. "But I'm sure you know that. Don't you.." He met your gaze as he reached your inner thighs. Groaning when you winked at him.

He rubbed a hand up the back of your thigh, breaking his gaze from you to admire your center peeking at him. You grinned. "Isnt she pretty, baby?.." Using two fingers, you opened your folds to give him a better view. His mouth watered at the slick gloss that made it shine. All wet and pink.

"I believe you like tempting me.." He gave your clit two kisses. Listening to you exhale. "..just because you know I'll put you in your place. Is that it, little one?" His thumb brushed over the bundle of nerves before he gave it a few flicks of his tongue.

You didn't voice your pleasure until his lips latched on. "Yessss.." Your head fell back as he showed special attention to your center. His middle and index fingers slipped into you, curving as they fucked you. Your lips parted as you cursed low.

The sounds of his slurping got louder the sloppier he became. Soaking his beard as he focused on your pleasure. "Look at me, baby." His voice was low and firm. You hadn't even realized your eyes were closed. He chuckled as you looked down at him through low eyelids.

Your hands palmed your breasts, giving them a light squeeze. Winston sucked on your pearl, catching it before he releases it again. For a reason he couldn't explain, you'd reacted well to that. "Fuckkk."

He grinned as he relaxed his flicking tongue with the tip of his nose. You moaned, mumbling to yourself as your fingers found his hair. His tongue replacing his fingers. Gasping, your thighs clenched. That familiar tingle alerted you of what was coming.

He knew too. "Don't hold it. Let me taste you.." He groaned, lifting his head to watch your face. You groaned, feeling the tremble of your legs as you lifted from the bed. Spilling over his fingers with ease.

He'd dived in as soon as you finished, pulling another shiver from you.

You moaned his name, fisting his coils as you arched from the bed. Trying to escape his mouth. He chuckled, letting you catch your breath as he stood. "Nah, baby girl. Keep those eyes open.." He smirked, rubbing your clit to tart up your moans again. "I'm still hungry.."

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Big Baby

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Enjoy!

Muffled cries spilled from the nursery at the end of the lengthy hall. Dim light rolled from beneath the closed wooden door, most likely from the lamp that's kept on during night hours. M'Baku stalked closer to the room. Following the sudden melody of your voice. He felt the corner of his lips twitch as his body warmed.

He'd awakened moments prior, having realized that your warm body wasn't there when he went to place his arm over you. His eyes had searched the room sleepily before he heard whining from the holographic monitor on the nightstand. A gift from the young Wakandan princess. You'd appeared on screen inching towards the large crib, pulling your robe a little tighter as your voice called to the newborn.

That brought him to this moment.

His bare feet padded against the cold hardwood floors, approaching the dark blue painted door of his son's room. M'Badu painted in a lighter shade of blue across it. Rubbing his shirtless chest, M'Baku pushed opened the door quietly. It silently exposed the room, comfortable warmth welcomed him.

You sat in the large rocking chair at the corner of the room, using the balls of your feet to help rock both you and M'Badu. The infant was nestled closely to you, latched to one of your exposed breast as he ate quietly. His big brown eyes watched you as he did so. M'Baku smiled at the sight.

The Jabari Chief would never grow tired of watching you care for you both's children though this was your first. You were so patient and attentive when it came to M'Badu. Much like his mother was with him and his siblings. Your skin glowed throughout your pregnancy and your hormones had tested his sexual stamina to the fullest. Not that he was complaining. Though time seemed to pass quickly while awaiting the arrival of M'Badu, he'd make sure you'd have many more children to follow. As many as you'd allow.

Looking up to your husband, your full lips spread into a grin. "Did we wake the handsome beast from his slumber?" M'Baku chuckled at the inside joke, mumbling an amused 'very funny, beauty'. His lips spread into a smile of their own.

He closed the door behind him before slipping his hands into his pockets. "I just felt you were gone and wanted to come help.." His eyes went to M'Badu, brightening at the sight of him. "..andd I might've missed you." You chuckled as he sent you a wink.

"Well, I had to tend to my baby.." You cooed at your son, watching him smile as your nipple fell from his mouth. "Isn't that right, Badu?" He babbled his agreement as he looked to M'Baku. Who'd came to stand by your side, towering over you both like the protective giant he was.

He squatted down to eye level with M'Badu, allowing the child to take a hold of his finger. "I'm still your baby too though, aren't I?" M'Baku glanced at you as you allowed M'Badu to latch to your nipple once again. The large male dramatically pouted his lips like a toddler.

You laughed as you reached your free hand to massage his scalp. It smelled fresh and of citrus. He let out a low growl of approval as you toyed with his coils. "Yes, my love. You're mama's baby too.."

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It's Time?

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Hope y'all like it because I was questioning if I should post it. Enjoy!

The snow hadn't made its appearance for two days now. Instead, the sun shined bright and brought a bit of warmth to the Jabari city. Despite the familiar frosted chill in the air, it was a warm day for the mountain people.

At the palace, things were going as usual. Guards roamed the outside and the halls, workers made sure that the large home was clean, and you found yourself in the nursery. As you'd been every morning since it was finished.

Running your fingertips along the soft blanket that was draped over the railing of the crib, you smiled. Your little Jabari prince would be here any day now. Many different scenarios had went through your head of how he'd look. You'd wondered if he'd have his father's handsome features and house your personality. Or maybe vice versa.

Chuckling to yourself, you'd kind of hoped he'd had your personality. M'Baku was a very stubborn man at times. You don't know how you'd deal with two of him. Leaning a bit over the railing, straightened up the stuffed gorilla M'Baku had placed days prior. It was actually cute, almost cartoon like and you were sure it would be too big to keep in the crib when the heir was finally born.

Smoothing your hands over your dress, you took a deep breath. Placing a hand on your stomach. M'Badu -that's the name you and M'Baku had chosen- had been kicking all morning it seemed. A bit harsher than usual. Maybe he was as excited as you about his arrival. Resting a hand on the railing of the crib, you took another deep breath to relax. You figured you just needed to rest in the rocking chair across the room.

But when liquid rushed down your leg that theory flew out the window.

"Mala? Can you come here a moment?" You called to your female guard, watching as she peeked into the room. Her eyes widened as she seen the puddle beneath you, and hurried to your side. "I think it's time.." You chuckled, allowing her to escort you out the room. She called to a worker in the hall, sending them to find M'Baku while she helped you to the car.

"Wait. Can you grab the stuffed animal in the crib for me?" Mala nodded, making sure you were ok before she ran back to get the gorilla. She made it back to your quickly, handing you the animal before continuing in her slow stride beside you. Not trying to rush your easy pace.

"Where is she? Usana?" You'd heard him before you seen him. His large frame hurried around the corner, quickly walking to you. He took your free hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. "Your water broke? Are you alright?" You winced as another contraction hit you, sucking a breath. "I'll go get the bags, ok?"

He let go of your hand, rushing off to get the bags. "M'Baku?" His head whipped to you in high alert. You giggled, pointing the other way. "The bedroom is this way, love." He nodded in realization, giving a nervous smile before he changed directions.

You'd to the front entrance of the palace when he'd returned to you. A fur had sat atop your head and you were slipping on your coat. You did the breathing techniques the doctor had shown you, happy that they were actually easing the pain. M'Baku jogged past you with the bags you'd packed weeks before and the car seat, leaving out the door in a hurry.

You stared at the door in shock, he'd forgotten you. Shaking your head, you fought a giggle. "Good Hanuman, 'Baku.." You rolled your eyes as Mala chuckled. As she'd healed you to the door, M'Baku was making his way back.

Her scratched the back of his neck, mumbling an apology to you and a thanks to Mala. He placed a hand at the small of your back as the other took your hand in his. "I'm just a little nervous, usana. Excuse my absent mindedness.." You gave him a small squeeze of your hand to accept his apology.

You could only imagine how'd he react to you giving labor.

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Three Kings of Dreams

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Last installment to this series. There's light SMUT even though it wasn't intended. Merry Christmas!! Enjoy!

Part Three

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Elf played on the television, casting it's glare to illuminate your snug figure in between the sheets. It's volume low as to not bother you. The time was half past midnight and you were both afraid and anxious to fall asleep.

Who would come to you in tonight's slumber? Erik? T'Challa? Either didn't matter to you as long as you got your second moment with them. And with that in mind, you'd fallen asleep ten minutes til midnight.

When you'd awakened this time, you were nestled in thick sheets. Resting on the softest bed you'd ever felt. You rose from the bed, looking around to see who'd meet you. Realizing no one was there, you slipped out of the bed and took in the scenery around you.

Your feet padded against the cold hardwood floor, walking to the massive floor to wall windows. glass so clean you thought there was none there at all. On the other side of it, you'd looked over the lights of a small city. Snow covered almost everything, including the mountains in the distance. You could see a few people out in the cold, but not many. Their bodies bundled up to fight against the cold.

Pressing your hand against the glass, you could feel just how cold it was out there. It sent a shiver down your spine. That drew you to the warmth of the fire across the room. A large fireplace with three logs of wood and a controlled fire inside. Your feet met the softness of the fur rug placed safely away from the flames, welcoming the warmth it brought your cold toes.

"I figured you'd be a little cold when you awakened.." A sultry voice startled you, coming from the doorway. "..So I added another log as you slept." He stepped into the room, closing the double doors behind him. His face wasn't familiar, but you didn't mind it.

He stepped into the rug to join you. His broad shoulders and upper body were bare. Used to the chill of the mountain air. Reaching out, his fingers brushed against your skin. It's warmth sent chills down your spine before he smiled softly. "I'm glad to see that you're finally awake, usana.." He brushed a coil from your forehead. "As beautiful as you are when you're sleeping, I also want to marvel in your beauty while your awake."

You stepped closer to him, looking up at him through your lashes. His thick brow rose in amusement as you took a deep breath, taking in his scent. He smelled manly, if that makes sense, like a faint scent of cologne. "And who are you?" You rose a hand to trail a single acrylic nail down his chest. He growled in response. "Other than a figment of my imagination.."

He caught your wrist, stopping your innocent teasing. Hoping to calm the tingles your touch created. "I am M'Baku, my love.." He mumbled, lifted your chin with a single finger. "..And I was created from your desire of wanting someone to dominate you sexually.." You hadn't realized you held your breath as his nose brushed against yours. His lips teasing yours as he smiled instead of giving the kiss you yearned.

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he stepped back. "Come, my love.." His hand caught yours, leading you back to the bed you'd awakened in. "I just want you to relax.." He disappeared behind you, but you could still feel his warmth. ".. And let me take care of you.." His fingertips brushed against the skin of your shoulders as he slipped the thin straps of your night gown away.

The cold air met your nude body immediately. Your nipples hardening at the coolness. You breathed out, feeling him a single finger of his to trail along your spine. Looking over your shoulder, you glanced up at him. His eyes admiring your backside before he meet your stare.

He instructed you to lie on the bed, resting on your stomach. You filled your arms in front of you to rest your head. Exhaling as you relaxed against the softness of the mattress. "Let me know if I'm massaging too hard.." M'Baku squeezed the faint scented oil on your back, hearing you mumble a soft Ok.

His large hands began spreading the oil, smoothing it into your brown skin. In slow, small, soothing circles. Your body began to relax under his touch as if his hands were those of a professional. "How does that feel, my love.." You hummed as he used his thumbs to loosen the muscles of your lower back.

"That's feels good, 'Baku.." You moaned softly. "So good.." He chuckled, smoothing his hands up your back. Replying with an amused so good, eh?. You smiled at his teasing, letting your eyes fall closed while he worked on your shoulders.

As he straddled your legs, he made sure to hold up his weight. His dick was definitely freed behind the fabric of his pajama pants. He moved his hands to the back of your thighs, massaging a bit lighter before giving them both a light smack. You moaned as he suddenly placed a suctioned kiss at the center of your back.

You cursed as the kisses continued along your spine, each kiss slower and wetter than the one before. He chuckled as you lifted your ass to push against him. Moaning, you felt his hands rub over you backside before he ran them down the insides of your thighs.

His hands disappeared from your skin and planted on either side of you. Weighing down as he lowered to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "Getting excited, are we?" You could hear the smirk in his words.

Biting your lip, you pushed your ass into him again. Grinding against his clothed length. He gave a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist and allowing his fingers to find your swollen nub. Brushing his fingers lightly, he chuckled. "Such a naughty girl.." He pressed a kiss to your neck, massaging you slowly. "How can I control myself if you tempt me like this?"

Your back arched as he gave two gentle taps to your folds. "Hmm?" He hummed, resuming his blissful assault on your clit. You moaned a little louder this time, lifting onto all fours. Soft fleas fell from your full lips. "Please what, usana?"

When you didn't answer immediately, his hand disappeared. "When I ask a question, I need a verbal answer.." You whimpered softly, hoping he wouldn't make you say it aloud. But he'd wanted to hear you.

You'd mumbled it the first time, squirming to rub you ass against his lower stomach. Giving in when he'd said louder, usana. "Please make me cum." He hummed his approval, returning to his pleasuring.

Your lips parted as he added those wet kisses along your back once again. He'd known your weaknesses and you couldn't help your reactions. In the dream world, it was like their touch was intensified. You'd became a moaning mess beneath him, groaning when a quick shiver shook you.

A high pitched curse broke into the air, making him grin. "How about now, my love?" He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your spine, ending in a kiss at the back of your neck. "Does it still feel good?" His teasing words husky and knowing.

Your cursed again in response, holding the wrist of the hand he used. His massaging never faltered even when your hips jerked. Hushed warnings of your release passed your lips, evoking another growl from M'Baku.

"If I let you cum, do you promise to behave next time you visit me?.." He moaned, giving a sloppy kiss to the exposed skin of your neck. You moaned out a loud yes baby, nodding. "I don't know if I believe that.." He brushed his nose along the side of your neck, groaning at your scent. "I need to hear you say it."

You recited your promise as you came. Thighs trembling as he held you up against him. He cleaned your sweet nectar from his fingers, grabbing your face in his hand when he'd finished. "That's more like it, usana.." He grinned as he turned your head towards him a bit. Enough that you weren't uncomfortable and he could press a kiss to the corner of your lips. "When you return to me. I expect your promise to be kept.."

Your world had fallen black for the third night. Back to slumber you went. Waiting to be awakened to a tingle that would buzz between your thighs and a smile that would reach your eyes.

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T'Challa | Erik

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Three Kings of Dreams

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Part Two of this series. Very light SMUT ahead. Merry Christmas Eve? Enjoy!

Part Two

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

The day had seemed to turned to night slowly. Though the sky looked as if it was night, you couldn't force yourself to fall asleep until ten minutes until midnight. T'Challa had been on your mind all day. And you hoped to see him again.

When you'd awaken this time, you were resting on a cocaine white couch. In fact, most of the room was a really pure white. From the furniture to the walls. You sat up, slipping your bare legs from the couch cushions and resting them in front of you. Rubbing your hands over your soft thighs, you noticed you wore an oversized shirt. The white words Wakandan Outreach were written clearly in white across the chest of the shirt.

"You're up.." A deep voice drifted from what you'd assumed was the kitchen when you seen a peek of the island and a vent mounted on the wall over the stove. As you moved to get up, a man walked around the corner and entered into the living room. "You ain't gotta get up, princess. Just relax.."

Your eyes trailed over him as he walked to place the bowl he held onto the coffee table. His sweats hugged his lower torso, showing the beginning of the v-line of his shirtless body. Hundreds of raised scars littered his upper body, neatly placed and organized on his brown skin. You'd almost wanted to touch them, but decided against it.

He finally took a seat beside you, relaxing into the pillow soft cushions of the couch. His large biceps flexed as he held up the remote to press play on the television you'd failed to notice before. "You want a pineapple?" The bowl now sat in his lap, allowing you to see the diced pineapples. His long arms stretched over the back of the couch as he chewed on one. You shook your head, declining the offer.

With him closer to you, his features were easier to take in. He had clear skin that almost made you jealous, and a beard that looked somewhat decent for the most part. But he was still fine as hell. You could see his lips were plump and moisturized before he'd licked them. He chuckled as you leaned towards him a bit, glancing at you before he looked back to the tv. As he blinked, you noticed the length of his pretty eyelashes. "Who are you?"

He grinned at the question, dimples deepening and you almost melted in your spot. A nice smile and pretty teeth? Swoon. "I'm Erik. A figme-"

"A figment of my imagination.." You mumbled, looking at his lips. He licked them to mess with you. You shifted in your spot, looking up to meet the amused glint in his eyes.

"And I was created due to your desire of wanting someone who worships your body.." He sat up, turning to you fully. Your eyes went to the thin golden chain that bounced against his chest with his movements. ".. every curve and dip.."

His eyes glanced at your exposed thighs, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go."Can I do that for you, baby?"

You felt a tingle trail down your spine. Making you shiver. His eyes darkened with lust as he chuckled. "I just need a taste then I promise to behave.." He flashed the golden caps, making your center tingle with want.

He turned to put a knee on the couch, pulling you flat onto your back. Letting the bottom of your shirt rise up to show anything hidden below your belly button. You licked your lips as he hovered over you. He brought his face to the bend of your neck, kissing on the exposed skin. "'Hmm?"

You relaxed at the feel of his lips, nodding gently. "Just a taste.." Your voice soft. He grinned against you, nibbling at your skin teasingly before he lifted up. His fingertips brushed along your sides, moving up to grab the bottom of your shirt.

Sitting up to help him out, you held up your arms so he could slip the shirt off you. He laid back down, kissing a trail between your breasts. "Just..a..taste.." He moaned as he admired your nude body. You gasped as he gave a suctioned kiss to your left nipple, replicating the action to your right. Moaning softly, your lips parted as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him.

He grabbed his bowl of pineapples, trailing a line of them along your body. When he'd sat the bowl aside, he hovered over you once again. Trailing his tongue, he scooped up the fruit before placing a kiss on your skin.

The lower his kisses got, the wetter you became.

As he ate the pineapple that rested below your belly button, he made eye contact with you. "I don't know what's sweeter, princess..." He groaned, using his thumb to rub over your clit before he gave it a suctioned kiss of its own. "..you or this sweet pussy if yours.." He winked before he lips latched back on.

His arms slipped beneath both of your thighs, hugging them closer to keep them open. He brushed his nose against your clit, pushing his tongue into you. You squealed as he began a sloppy assault, slurping on you hungrily. Your squealed curses made him smirk, motivating him to make you scream his name.

When your legs began to shake, he played with your bundle of nerves. Massaging with a bit of pleasure just like you liked. Your hips lifted from the couch as you came, cursing his name.

He chuckled, lifting up from his place between your thighs and revealing his wet beard. Glittering with your nectar. "As much as I want you to stay.." He pressed a kiss to your lips, finishing with two pecks as tiredness fell over you. ".. I can't keep you away too long."

He'd hugged your body as you slipped back into slumber. You could feel his soft kisses along your jaw as your world faded to once again. His voice faint as he told you 'Dont stay away from daddy too long, baby girl.'

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T'Challa | M'Baku

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Why?

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another random #supersizedfic super short. To take a short break from Erik, if y'all good with that, and because this seems like something M'Baku would do. Inspired by this post. Enjoy!

Water boiled on the stove, cooking the noodles that swam in it. The knife hitting against the wooden chopping board accompanied your soft humming. Diced and sliced vegetables laid in their small piles awaiting their moment to be added to the food. Warmth engulfed the house despite the falling snow outside, enabling you to saunter around in your silk pajamas and lengthy robe. Your slippers shuffled around the floor as you moved about the kitchen.

Your hips swayed to the afrobeats music that played aloud. Ass popping as you dipped down to pick up a dropped towel. The screen of your phone lit up as well as the beads on your left wrist. From Big Baku. You tasted your special sauce that simmered in its pan before bringing up the message that interrupted your dancing. "Moyo, show unread messages.." Your beads lit up before the photos your husband sent appeared.

Grinning, you swiped through them a few times. Admiring how good your man looked. Another ding brought two more pictures and you saved those as well.

Turning down the food, you decided to give the photogenic man a quick visit. You strutted your usual model like walk as you left the kitchen. Robe flying all majestic-like as you made your way down the hall. Soft music played from the office before you gave two quick knocks to the door.

Before he could answer, you entered. Dramatically opening the doors and walking in. You were feeling yourself today. "Baku, honey?" You waltzed into the office, hiding a grin as you seen him place his kimoyo beads on the desk. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up to you, humming in response. Glancing at your exposed legs that escaped the opening of your robe as you walked towards him. You held up your phone, showing him the numerous selfies he'd just sent. "Why are you sending me these?"

He looked at the photos as you sat on his desk. "I thought you'd like them since you like.." His hands immediately went to your thighs as they flattened against the smooth wooden desk. "You do still like me, right?" He stood, hiding his almost nervous face behind that smile.

You chuckled, widening your thighs so he could stand between them. "You know I'm crazy in love with you. Always have been and forever will be.." He smiled bigger as your fingers tugged softly on his full beard. "..My handsome Jabari Chief.." Peppering a few kisses over his face, he growled in approval.

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Change in Schedule

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Light SMUT ahead. Enjoy!

Hushed howls of wind chilled the air, gently swaying the tree branches outside of the large window. Soft sloshing echoed through the room, the warm waters of the hot tub shifting around to accommodate the bodies occupying it. Swallowing the sounds of smacking beneath it before they could escape.

Initially, you'd planned to do your morning schedule. As you did every morning when M'Baku ventured out into the cold to handle business. There'd be breakfast, meditation, and exercises. Yet this morning, your husband decided to take a day off from his duties so your schedule had changed a bit.

You'd skipped breakfast, serving as his when he'd awaken you with the warmth of his tongue. Mediation which usually consisted with a couple minutes alone in the hot tub turned into a soaking for two. And as for exercises, M'Baku was making sure that your thighs were getting a workout.

Your hands were pressed flat against his chest. "Shit!" The curse escaped your parted lips as a hiss, repeatedly. His hand spread heat onto your back, welcomed against the air cooling your dampened skin that escaped the warmth of the water.

M'Baku hummed in satisfaction as he admired your lips. Shining from whatever you used on them. He took your chin in his fingers, pulling them closer to him. His tongue ran across his lips as he yearned to kiss you. "My beautiful chieftess.."

A chill ran down your spine as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. His dark eyes seeped into your soul, faltering your bouncing. Almost as if you both were becoming one. He gently pulled you closer, capturing your lips as he groaned. His fingers pressed into your smooth skin as his large hand held your neck.

His girth stretched you, massaging your walls with each fall of your hips. You groaned as your eyes rolled back, struggling to stay open. Yes, you were doing most of the work but that always made your climax all the more orgasmic. Besides, you liked when he allowed you the control of your own pleasure. The pace was your decision, as well as the choice of when he could release.

You pressed your forehead against his, panting softly as you began grinding. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried your face in the bend of his neck. "You're so good to me, baby.." Your words were muffled, but you knew he'd heard them when he growled in response. His dick was doing wonders.

You felt him tense as you slowly began to lift your hips again. His grip on your waist tightened. Your walls hugged him in need. Hushed words in his native tongue dripped from his lips. A hushed prayer to Hanuman to give him strength. That made you grin, full lips spreading.

You hoped he'd interrupt your mornings more often..

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Ain't Got No Time

M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. SMUT. Excuse typos. Enjoy!

The green numbers of the digital clock were the only source of light in dark room, other than the moonlight. Fighting his much needed sleep, the cooch deprived male massaged his beard. Light snores were the only sound that served as a background to his thoughts.

M'Baku groaned softly in annoyance, watching the drifting snow fall from through the massive window across the room. His back rested against the wooden headboard as he listened to your light snores. You slept peacefully, one leg hiked up as you rested on your stomach. Your ass poked out from your shorts, showcasing your round backside.

The Jabari royal took the opportunity to let his hand rest on your warm skin. Squeezing lightly, he felt his dick twitch. You'd been so busy lately, your work schedules clashed. No time for some well deserved sexual healing. It'd been a while since he cuddled with you, felt you, fucked you.

He spoke lowly, knowing you couldn't hear him. "You have no idea how much I've missed your touch, usana.." With a smile, he peeled the covers back to expose more of you. His beard tickled your warm skin as he placed kisses against you collar bone, sucking lightly.

You shifted under his body, feeling his hands rub your thighs. Moaning without a second thought, you figured the touches were apart of your wet dream. You'd had plenty of them as of recently. A soft smile graced your full lips as you hummed. Baku slowly opened your legs, parting your soft thighs to place a kiss on each. This couldn't be a dream.

"Baku.. What are you up to? You know that I have to head to the city in an hour, let me rest a bit longer.." Your tired voice groaned as you nudged weakly at his head, trying to get in another 5 minutes of sleep. Barely opening your eyes, you looked at your sneaky husband. His dark eyes looked up to meet yours, determination evident in them.

"Relax, love.." He lifted your squishy thighs with ease. His soft lips pressed gently against your chocolate skin, sucking lightly before he pulled away. "Mr. Jabari wants to take care of you.." A soft moan slipped from you as you relaxed against the sheets. A chill ran down your spine despite the warmth of the fireplace.

Baku took his time as he rolled the tip of his tongue around your clit. Pleasure shot through you, stimulating your nerves. His thick fingers found the insides of your cove, brushing your walls. Your back arched from the soft sheets as you looked down at your bearded lover. His groans of satisfaction sent vibrations through you, bringing you closer to to the edge of ecstasy. "You do not miss my touch, my queen?"

He eased from his position between your thighs to meet your face. A seductive lick of his lips held your focus as he pressed his erection against your thigh. All his sexual frustration was surfacing as he watched you shift beneath him, your wetness on his thigh as you brushed your body against him. Any friction eased your tingling that he ignited. His plump lips pressed against a fresh hickey, thanks to him, on your exposed breasts. Chuckling, he rubbed his length against you teasingly.

"Tell me you miss me.." He pushed into you gently, stretching you slowly. A gasp filled the air as your nails dug into his back. That stretch, a feeling you were once so acquainted had taken your breath away. His hips met the back of your thighs in a soft rhythm as he grinned down at you. "Because I've missed you.." Both his palms forced your fluffy thighs to rest against your sides of her chest.

You moaned softly, lips parting as you heard the wet sounds of your sex. Your nails grazed his sides, making his body shiver in reply. He growled loud at the sensation, working his hips a bit slower. His low curses were barely audible as he closed his eyes, mumbling how good you felt to him.

"Of course I've missed you, baby.." Your purr summoned his gaze. "You don't think I miss claiming your soul.. teasing you into a lust driven beast, just so I can scream your name for all of the Jabari city to hear?"

Your sexual side was something M'Baku loved. His loving wife seemed so shy and reserved to the world, yet she had the ability to fuck him to sleep, blindfolded. Your sex drive was almost as high as his, making you the perfect sexual companion. Many fell to a knee before the handsome chief, yet he worshipped you.

"If you've woken me from my sleep to please me. You better be making up for lost time.." The woven necklace around his neck dangled the crystal attached, it twinkled as it hit against his chest. You rubbed it with your thumb before meeting his dazed gaze. "You think you can do that for your queen, baby boy?" His eyes closed at the warmth of you suddenly squeezing around him. A trick you'd learned from a drunken session with him. Your walls hugged him in hopes of being rewarded with his warm milk.

He answered your question with actions, sending powerful thrusts to show his capability. A veined hand reached out to wrap around your neck, yours resting over his. You encouraged him to tighten his grip, just enough to stimulate the building orgasm. The headboard knocked against the wall as the bed croaked from his movements.

"You prove how much I've missed you, but can you really handle that?.." He spoke in a calm voice, a hint of dominance lacing the words. You would be a little afraid if your mind wasn't clouded with need. Your fingers moved to wrap around his wrist as he rolled his hips into you with skill. With dotted vision, you could feel the intensity of your release before it hit.

Too much. You came to your senses, feeling your legs tremble. Placing a hand at his stomach, you strained to push him from your hypersensitive core. Wet sloshing filled the air as he began to nibble the warm skin of your breast. "Please.." A yelp escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself.

"Uh uhn, usana. You wanted me to prove myself, did you not?" He chuckled as he saw a tear roll down your cheek as you still held a hand to him. Kissing away the tear of too much pleasure, he felt you tap at his toned bicep. You squealed before you spilled over him, dripping around his thick third leg. A smile tugged at his lips in victory.

His thrusts never ceased as you continued to shake beneath him. He was so close to his release, nearing that body numbing experience that only you could give. M'Baku was focused on filling you with his seed so he could then watch it drip from you.

You hugged his neck, whimpering at the work he was putting in. "O-ok, M'Baku. Shit! I-I can't.. Imma cum again, baby." He wrapped an arm around your body, kissing your neck. His body stuck to yours as you both wore a thin layer of sweat.

He hummed as his jerked, "Damn. You gone make me put a baby in you.." You moaned his name in his ear as motivation. Please dripped from your lips multiple times as he buried himself deeper into you. Your water flowed over him a second time and he weakly hovered over you. His weak arms somehow held him over you as he panted, emptying a thick load into your love canal.

As he rolled to your side, you both fought to catch your breaths. M'Bake let out a hearty laughel as he pulled your tired frame to his chest. Your hair stuck to your forehead, but he planted a kiss there regardless.

Lazily, you looked over him to the clock on the dresser. You raised an eyebrow at the time it read.

7:50 a.m.

A curse left your mouth as you tried to lift from the bed. Only to be met with a failed attempt as you back greeted the covers once again.

"Thanks to you I'm late again, and I can't even move to get my ass up.."

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Forever My Chieftess

Young!M'Baku x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. I listened to Chance the Rapper's Juke Jam. Enjoy.

Giggling echoed out into the air, mixing with the crunching of scattered branches. Multiple footsteps crunching the snow beneath. M'Baku held your hand as he lead the pack of teens through the forest he'd knew backwards and forward. His broad shoulders were covered in thick, dark furs and chest shielded in leather against the cold.

You all finally made it to the edge of the trees, steeping into the moonlight. M'Baku glanced back at you as your friends began to set things up. A grin tainting his lips. "Welcome to Thick Ice Lake." You'd stepped forward to stand beside him, looking past the other four bodies that worked on starting a fire to keep warm and roast smores. The lake was as huge as M'Baku had described it. Reaching far to meet the bottom of the mountains that were miles away on the opposite side.

You slowly made your way to the lake, squatting when you reached the line that it joined the land. Ice so thick you almost didn't believe that water rested beneath it. Your fingertips ran along the thick ice, chilling them through the gloves you'd worn. "How'd you find this place?" Standing from the ground, you grinned up at the large royal.

He slipped his bag of blades from his shoulder, sitting to attach them to the bottom of his boots. You'd mirrored his actions. "The guys and I found it a few days ago while we were harvesting wood. We thought it'd be nice to bring you all over to see it." When he'd gotten them on, he stood to help you up. "Plus, it'd be a nice little.. triple date?"

You'd chuckled at that, watching him step onto the ice before he motioned you to follow. Hesitation stilled you as you looked out at the ice. "Dont worry, usana. I won't let you fall.." Taking a deep breath, you nodded as you took his hand. "Just relax.." He glided backwards with ease, keeping his eyes on you until he'd stopped. The sounds of the radio that played on the shore was a soft background.

"See, it isn't so bad.." He smirked, sliding you closer. Your lips spread into a smile as he chuckled softly. "I'd never put you in harm's way." You knew that. Chuckling, you pushed back off his hard chest. His eyes followed you as you moved to skate around him, thick legging covered thighs peeking from the bottom of your skirt.

You squealed as he caught you by your waist, lifting you from the ground with a spin. Calling his name and demanding he put you down before you both busted your ass. He let you down, laughing as you gave a playful hit to his chest. His eyes gave away his amusement with situation as you gave a playful roll of your own.

He followed your movements, pushing off with his left leg to add speed. For someone with such a large frame, he could move with the grace of a falling feather. "I might have doubted you at first, Lord M'Baku.." He grinned at the name, hearing the teasing in your voice. You circled him slowly, hips swaying with your strides. "But maybe.. just maybe.."

His eyebrows rose as he grinned. "Maybe you were wrong?" You rolled your eyes, mumbling a soft maybe I was a little wrong. You held your fingers up to measure how little your wrongness was. "Ahh, we have a confession. From the mouth of my stubborn chieftess.."

His stubborn chieftess.You smiled brightly at that, slowing your skating to chuckle. "You won't stop until we're both in those ugly ass traditional robes, huh?" Allowing him to take your hand, you skated closer to him. Immediately feeling his warmth.

He intertwined your hands, his engulfing yours. Your bright painted nails contrasted against his bare ones. His nails trimmed, clean, and taken care of. "For as long as it takes.." His soft lips pressed against the soft skin of your hand. "And as many times as I have to come up with clever ways to ask for your hand.." He smiled as he pressed his forehead against yours. "You'll always be my chieftess until I make it a reality.."

You looked up at him, knowing just how serious he was. His arms found their place around your waist as you toyed with his thick beard. Nails massaging his skin to make him growl. You pressed your lips against his, catching him off guard. His body melted against you, a smile teasing the corners of his soft lips. Cheers came from the two couples that watched from the shore.

You giggled, finally pulling your lips from his. Your thumb wiping away the gloss that transferred to his lips. "Maybe that'll be sooner than you think.." He gave a goofy smile before cupping his hands around his mouth. You gave another amused eyeroll, chuckling as he howled into the night. Head thrown back as the guys on shore joined in.

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DUDE

Okay, so last night I was looking at @babybluepeaches 's mood board for M'Baku as a sugar daddy and I ended up having this crazy lucid about Winston Duke being my sugar daddy. Taking me away on trips, countless fucking, him texting me 'I need you now' and 'wear the dress I like; and FINALLY confessing his love for me infront of everyone like wtf. I maaaaay write this as an M'Baku x PlusSize!Black!Reader after I'm done with Beauty Unit. Thas a strong MAYBE