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Who Hurt You
Summary: T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.
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Auld Lang Syne
Pairing: Librarian! M'baku x black reader
Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 1,229 words
Plot: An unexpected surprise threatens to ruin your New Year’s getaway at M’Baku’s cabin.
Warnings: Nothing really, on the spicier end of fluff.
Notes: My last fic of 2023! Thanks for reading! 🥳
Terms used:
sithandwa sam- my love
You and your handsome librarian were spending the New Year in a little mountain cabin. M’Baku had bought it a few years ago and assured you that it had everything you’d need. You were happy that you got to spend another year together.
You spent a day buying groceries, and packed your warmest clothes and hiking boots, along with some festive lingerie as a treat. A small bag of winter florals was also packed, just to make the cabin feel festive for a few days. You filled M’Baku’s car with bags and were soon on your way.
You spent the drive playing Christmas songs. M’Baku would occasionally glance at you as you sang along to Motown songs and newer hits, a gleam of amusement in his eyes.
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Imagine: Erik loves your 4c hair as much as you do
- You'd spend the night at his house but you'd always forget your bonnet. Erik would lend you his durag and tie it for you correctly so it wouldn't leave a crease on your forehead. The delight you felt the next time you came over, when you saw the pillows on your side of the bed were fluffed and lined with pink satin pillow cases was unmatched.
- One time you mentioned not being able to part the back of your hair so he watched YouTube videos to learn how to do crisp parts using the rat tail comb
- As a unexpected gift he brought you 3 different types of mousse and said "I heard they're using this for wash n go's now."
- Once when you were doing mini braids, he brought you food so you wouldn't have to cook. He insisted you should rest your arms.
- Before vacation he made sure you had a visor beach hat with an open top design so you could wear your braids or a puff up while poolside.
- When you talked about different styles, he asked you to send him pictures so he could help you decide.
"Let me know when you're doing your hair I wanna help you dentangle."
"Help me detangle?"
"Yeah, you know I got magic fingers." He winked.
"Erik, you are so corny."
"You the one that's blushing, so what that make you?"
"Anyways, I got you this off Tik Tok Shop and I wanna know if they scammed me or not." He handed you a package. You used your nails to tear through the plastic that revealed an Unbrush.
"These been going crazy on there. Okaaaay, I'm a little excited to do my hair now. Thanks, babe."
You divided your hair into 4 sections and he secured the crocodile clips. You let him began with the sections in the back.
You watched him in the mirror, admiring how he handled the fuzzy coils with care, starting at the ends like you taught him. This was your favorite form of intimacy.
"I think they did they big one. Here try it."
You slid the brush through your stands with no hard pulling or tugging.
"Yeah and look barely any hair came out. I think you did your big one. Here do the rest."
He shook his head. You were too excited to be handing him back the brush.
"Be still then, big head."
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Gara aga, Ugbu a, N'ọdịnihu.(Past, {Present, Future.)
Pairing: M’Baku x OC
Word Count: under 1k
Warnings: None. Yet.
Summary: Kya finds her self at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunately, M’Baku finds her before the avengers do.
A/N: My first real fanfic!🎉. I’m so happy to do this but i have a hectic schedule, so I can’t promise the next chapter will be anytime soon. I love all who read my work and give criticism. I am a fairly new writer so don’t judge to harshly. 😅😆
I’m freezing. My skin is engulfed in snow and all I can see is white the blaring sun. Did it work? Where am i? More like when? Before I could move an arrowhead was pointed toward my face.
“Don’t move” a dark skinned woman with brown breastplate, grass-like skirt with what looks like an animal pelt underneath, and hard looking shin armor with fur wrapped around. The long wooden slender stick pointed at my face. I surrendered with my hands up as they grab me. Probably Taking me to their leader. They look like a strong warrior type. They would have to be to survive just cold. They didn’t put cuffs on me seeing as my ass had been too beaten to walk. The lady on the left pushes me forward and the pain shoots it to my side. I may have broken a rib. I could heal it by that would lead to too much suspicion. I continued walking. They talked in Igbo which my mother spoke to my father. I gathered bits and pieces since my father was the king of Wakanda and needed to know all the different languages. As I wondered who was the current King,the woman next to me hit my side, breaking my train of thought. I bent over in pain as the King of Wakanda looked at me with interest in his eyes. “Do not hurt her. She looks bad enough.” M’Baku spoke his deep, rich voice filling the room, shaking the wooden structure above a bit. “Leave the room. I need to talk to our “prisoner”. He commanded the room, chuckling at last word. He gets up and this man doubles in height. 6’5” was an understatement. I’m 5’5” and towers over me. I looked up and it was never ending. He was big and broad. His armor made him look more intimidating. Remember him from either a meeting with the whole council or in my dreams either way I like what I see.
“I come in peace.” I lift up my hands and try to put up my hand with the broken rib. I can't wait to heal myself.
“I can see that.” He stated walking around looking at my injuries. “How did you get inside Wakanda?” He walked in front of me grabbing my face to still inspecting if I was okay. He has a certain gentleness to him I admire.
“I am a Wakandan.” I confirmed. He let go and I grabbed my lip, pulling out so he could see the tattoo on the inside. It glowed white which I forgot and quickly let go before he inspected that too. If my white hair didn’t give me away. Has my mom been here yet? What year is it?
“What year- where am i?” I questioned as what I said out loud and my thoughts had intertwined with themselves.
“It is 2025 and you are in my home of the Jabari. That is all you need to know since you are my prisoner” he was suspicious, but he brushed it off.I stayed quiet trying to remember him and his powers.
“You are no threat to me.” He admitted. “You will stay here and heal and then you will become a servant. Guards!”
“What! No!! I have to get home! Please!” I screamed as the guards flooded the room. He got down to my level, anger written all over his face.
“Do not argue with your King. Take her to the healers” he spoke firmly. They picked me up as I tried to wiggled my way out despite my side hurting like hell. They dropped me in front of five women as I looked up and the man knocked me unconscious. So it begins.
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Her mom taught her the ancient lore. This is good.
I learned dances like this from a book.
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Neighbors 🩵 Lovers
What if Erik was your sneaky link and your neighbor?
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Pov…
M’baku mini shot
Anya wakes up slowly but gasps when she realizes she doesn’t hear her baby cry, she looks at the bed and the bed was empty both M’baku and the baby was missing, she stood up as quickly put on her furs till she stops when she hears water splashing from the bathroom, she raises brow a walks over peaking and M’baku was bathing our daughter, I sighed in relief “good morning dear,” he says he looks back and snorts with laughter seeing me half dressed in my furs and clothing. I grumble “you gave me a heart attack,” She said, he dried her gently “well my love she is just fine with her daddy,” he pecks her lips taking her into their room real quick dressing her and putting her in her crib, before Anya could walk out he already came back in taking her clothes off stripping her naked “your turn” he says she giggles then squeals when he picks her up “hun I’m not a child,” she says, it’s apparent she is when he sets her in the tub.
He chuckles and lathering her body in skin healing soap with a beautiful coconut hazel scent, she sighs resting her head on her arms, she forgot how good this felt, feeling special and pampered, she love show her husband would take care of her even before and especially during he waisted no time running to her aid when she calls, he was extremely protective and nervous with his first child. She looks up at him with a smile, she pulls herself up to peck his lips a few times. “I love you so much my love,” he says “I love you way more,” she nuzzles her nose up against his. After sometimes anya is breastfeeding their babygirl, she has a couple of struggles with latching but overtime she’s starting to latch alot faster. Once she got done she headed to the throne room while burping her, he was talking to a few people over some new construction in jabariland, M’baku kindly spreader his legs a little more allowing me to sit on his lap.
Even though She has her own throne next to his he loves when she sits on his lap, usually never lets me sit anywhere else. He never had shame in worshiping her nor showing possession in the public eye, he in fact loves it it boosts his ego up even more when he sees some of the tribes men flaunting over her. While he would talk she would play with his ear and his beard, she will put her inputs in but one of the tribesmen got smart and caused m’baku to bark up a grunt making him shut up. Knowing he just interrupted her, M’baku’s wife and Queen you’re asking for a death wish that he won’t hesitate to give you. After the meeting m’baku was holding his babygirl in his arm holding her little finger, “glory to hanuman, she’s so beautiful, yess yess you are,” he smiled at her, Anya smiles at them. “You are so beautiful, just like your mother, if she wasn’t so stubborn,” she gasps offended, he chuckles when she slaps his arm “eh! She’s even laughing,” he bursts out in laughter seeing his baby smile a little, “ughh whatever,” she rolls her eyes.
“My love you are beautiful, you are a beautiful strong Queen,” he pecks my lips, “don’t feel like it,” she said, “ah see, there’s the stubbornness stop it now, you are everything, beautiful and sexy, rawr,” he teases She laughs as he pulled me up against his chest “you gave me a beautiful daughter who looks just like her mother, beautiful, sun kissed skin I love so much, a sexy body,” he smirks. Anya kisses him softly.
I’ll make something better I really couldn’t think of a good mini shot or story for this but here’s a little fluff😭
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Muse’s Masterlist
Last Update: 12/23/2022
Works include:
M’Baku (Black Panther)
Erik/Killmonger/N’Jadaka (Black Panther)
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Cornbread (2)
Killmonger x pregnant!reader part two
Warnings: none
“(Y/n), dear, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Queen Romanda asked, having put the pan of cornbread batter into the oven. You were sitting at a table only a few feet away as she refused to let you be on your feet. As well as having had you change into a long, beautifully patterned blue and yellow robe she had had made for you when you gave birth, but seeing as she underestimated the size of your coming child, decided you should be given the gift ahead of time to be comfy until the birth of her grandchild.
You were grateful for the gift, it represented a part of your culture you weren’t able to be indulged in, a distant part but it was still a part of you seeing as your ancestors had been twisted and traded with other racial DNA over the generations. You loved every part of yourself of course, but it was nice to be in touch with a specific part, like you belonged somewhere besides being from “everywhere”.
As for the question of your current state, the way you were bouncing your left leg and your hands unknowingly tense around the glass of water you had been given gave more than just the impression of uncomfortableness.
“Oh yes, Queen Romanda,I’m kakuhle ngokupheleleyo.(“perfectly fine”)”You replied, God, those Duolingo lessons really paid off. That, and Erik helping you himself.
Romanda smiled, she loved how you embraced her kingdom’s culture as your own, as it was anyway. “Kuyaqondwa, ntombi.” She replied.
“Queen Mother!” One of the Dora Milaje cried, rushing into the room, the Queen immediately on her guard. “There seems to be an uproar in the capital, citizens are protesting what they have found to be an unfair merchant.” She explained, spear at her side in attention.
“Take me. I must apologize, ntombi, but I must attend to this.” She said, speed walking up to you and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before going with the warrior.
This left you alone in the kitchen, the gorgeous vibranium and black titanium of the tiles and counters made the entire room feel clean and sleek. You imagined having this for you and Erik’s home, although you knew it’d cost an arm and a leg to install, let alone maintain.
After just a few minutes in silence, you got up to your feet, mouthing a small apology to Queen Romanda, as you had broken you unspoken promise to stay off your feet. Walking the hallways, the cup of water in your hands seemed to be weightless as you looked at the many tapestries and paintings, the tall doors that were patterned so nicely it made you wonder how much time each one took to make.
Letting your mind wander was a speciality of yours, it’s how you passed most of the time when you were by yourself. Creating stories and characters and scenarios in your head and playing them out how you saw fit, if the characters didn’t act on their own anyway.
As you started imagining yourself as queen, keeping the ideas to yourself as you were afraid even speaking something like that completely alone would risk treason, you felt your phone buzz in the back pocket of your shorts, the shorts you had left in the guest room you’d stayed in the last time you were in the castle.
Erik’s contact name “Husband🖤” showed on your phone, along with the blurry contact photos of his butt you’d taken while he slept on his stomach on the couch a few months ago.
“Hello, my love.” You answered, stopping in your tracks and leaning against the wall of the hallway, holding the glass and your hand on your belly.
“Hello, Beautiful, I’m here, I’m just outside by the landing deck, where are you in the castle?” He asked, you could hear the deafening sounds of helicopters in the background until they stopped and the sound of a door closing could be here from the phone and from down the hall.
As you turned your head and saw him come around the corner, you immediately hung up the phone and grinned. You couldn’t run, but you quickly walked up to your fiancé, who’s smile couldn’t be contained as he met you 3/4 the way, he hated seeing you going around with that beach ball in your belly.
He hugged you gently, doing his best not to squeeze too hard before kissing your lips and smiling, he stared happily into your eyes and rubbed your hips gently, your hands on his shoulders before they trailed down to his chest.
“You’re finally here..!” You cheered quietly, hugging him once more, not being able to be as close as you wanted to be.
He let out a soft chuckle and held the back of your head and kissed the opposite side. “Yes, I am, I couldn’t miss seeing your cute ass.” He smirked, tapping your butt.
With a roll of your eyes you stole another kiss. “Yeah yeah, as if that’s not the reason I’m even in this position.” You joked, tapping your belly gently until you buckled your knees, grabbing onto his forearms immediately.
“(Y/n)?!” Erik jumped, grabbing your arms as well to hold you up. “What’s the matter with you?”
You gulped and looked up at him shakily, clearing your throat and climbing up his arms and gaining back your composure. You have a shaky nod that made you feel like your brains had been turned to mush, and with the roll of your eyes to the back of your head and the last sight you saw being your worried fiancé, you blacked out.
~~~
You awoke to the soft sounds of wind, lying on your back and surrounded by what looked like purple and violet blades of tall grass. You laid under an Acadia tree, the low hanging and outstretched branches hovered over you, as if shielding you from the setting sun. The sky was beautiful, if you hadn’t noticed the tiny biting sensation on your calve you could have stared at it for hours.
With a small yelp, you looked down for the source of the biting, a small black panther cub the culprit. You cocked your head to the side. Wondering how in the world it even got here. Then again, how in the world did you get here?
You got up to your feet, using the tree behind you to help you, despite feeling somewhat weightless in this new place, the mound on your belly still kept you aware of how silly that feeling was.
Trying to look around, it seemed as though you were somewhere in the wild, free from the fingertips of civilization and untouched by that of humans even. All that lived in your line of sight was you, your growing baby, and the panther cub that suddenly stood on its two back legs in front of you.
As surreal and entirely unnatural such a thing was, you weren’t afraid, as if something inside you was telling you not to be scared. The cub slowly changed before you, you didn’t even remember blinking, but you suddenly saw a baby in front of you, sitting on the ground.
It looked eerily familiar, from its curly topped head to the dark brown eyes in its head. As you studied the child even more, you eventually bent down to be face to face, this bend having turned immediately into a sit of course.
“What are you doing here..?” You said, your voice no more than a whisper.
‘Do not speak to him.’ A voice told you.
You froze, the voice wasn’t familiar at all, and it didn’t even feel like it was around you, like someone had played it in your head. You didn’t jump either, everything that would have had your head spinning and think nig you were going crazy around you only made you feel as though it was natural. That this was all meant to happen.
You only nodded to the voice, turning your attention back to the child, who had slowly turned into someone who seemed to be 13-14. He looked like Erik, in an eerily similar kinda way. Was this him as a child? No, it couldn’t be, the child’s hair was different than Erik’s, and a different color.
Taking a second, it hit you, he had your hair. And your nose, and even your face shape. While he had Erik’s eyes, lips, and skin tone, he even had a birthmark on his arm that resembled the one you had.
This was your child. The same one brewing in your belly. You reached a hand down to your stomach only to hit the ground, looking down, your stomach was flatter, not completely but enough to show the absence of a pregnancy. You looked back up at the child who now looked 18.
You scrambled back a bit but immediately calmed down. He looked like you, he’d grown into his features and had locs, one in particular had the tip colored white, with face paint adorning his features. He extended a hand to you, his face still neutral.
Taking his hand, you could feel the calluses, he obviously had some kind of training as he grew. They reminded you of Erik’s. As you stood to your feet, the robe you once wore was gone and you were suddenly in a much fancier attire, you examined yourself and saw how the fabric fell perfectly over your curves and how well it fit your body shape. The glimmering gold and black accents could only shine in the permanent sunset in front of you.
Looking up once more, your son had become grown, you couldn’t even assume the age he’d turned into. He had Erik’s build, and what you could guess to have grown to 6’3 or so. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose and one down the side of his mouth. He gave you a smile and bent down to kiss the top of your hand, it was then that you saw the throne that had been hidden behind his large build. Your son released your hand and stood straight, walking backwards with his hands behind him to the throne, stopping just before it and sitting down, either hand on the arm rests of the throne.
‘King M’Jabe.’ The voice said.
~~~
You woke up with a gasp, sitting up too quickly until four hands held you, one on either arm and two on your back. Your breathing quickened as you looked around yourself, the ringing in your ears and the sounds of monitors beeping out of control filled your ears, slowly fading until you heard voices.
Erik was on your left and T’Challa was on your right, you looked at both of them and put a hand over your chest, doing your best to catch your breath as Erik asked you what happened, his voice obviously snitched on his current state, he’d cried, at least once. His voice was shaky and desperate, as if he’d waited ages for you to wake up.
It felt like you hadn’t been gone more than five minutes.
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Royal Love +epilogue 👑❤️
Summary: M'baku is a 19 year old prince who will soon take the throne of jabariland. His father has arranged a marriage for him as it has been a tradition for years but, Mbaku is not happy. One day he meets a stunning girl named y/n and his life changes in the blink of an eye.
Mbaku Pov🤎:
I was awakened by the voice of my two guards Amina and Imani. "My prince, wake up. We have very important things scheduled for today." Amina said. "I've already sent for your breakfast to be prepared. It should be done by the time you finish getting ready." Imani added. "Thank you Amina and Imani." I thanked them. They nodded in response. They left my room so that I could get ready. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a shower and got dressed in my royal attire for today. I've just turned 19 only two weeks ago and my father is already hassling me about an arranged marriage. I wish to find my own wife but no matter how many times I bring it up he doesn't listen. I made my way downstairs and ate breakfast with my parents. "Mbaku I've found a wife for you. Her name is princess Sarai from the merchant tribe." my dad told me happily. *here we go again* I thought. "Father I've already told you. I'm not marrying her." I said annoyed. "It's tradition. You're about to become king, no? You can't become king without a wife. "IM NOT MARRYING HER!" I yelled. I'm so angry at my father all he seems to care about is the throne and to him, anything outside of that is irrelevant. "Ay you dare to speak to your father this way eh? The marriage is happening in three days end of discussion." My father spat.
When nightfall came I packed all of my things and brought along food and weapons. I planned to run away from the palace. *i can't be forced to marry someone if I'm not here* I thought.
*timeskip for 1 hour*
By now, I was long gone from my kingdom leaving behind my family, tribe, and the throne. I needed to make a point to my father that he can't control me. I'm 19 I should have the right to make MY own decisions especially when it comes to marriage. It was nightfall when I saw a girl walking through the village. Her s/c( skin color) glistened in the moonlight. Her long locs of hair touched all the way to the middle of her back. "Can I help you?" She asked knocking me out of my trance. "Y-yeah. Can you tell me where I am? I've come from jabariland." I asked her. "Sure. You're in the mahi village which is not too far from the molwheni clan" the mystery girl replied. ( A/N: not sure if that's real it's the first thing I thought of 💀). "Do you have anywhere to stay?" She added. "No. Can you tell me the directions to a place?" I asked. I didn't want to trouble her but I also needed somewhere to stay. "Come." The girl replied while offering her hand. I took it and she led us to a large hut house near a waterfall. "This is my house. If you wish, You may stay here for however long you need. I don't want you going off by yourself this late at night." The girl told me. "Thank you. My name is Mbaku. What's yours?" I asked her. "My name is y/n nice to meet you." Y/n replied. "Nice to meet you as well" I told her. We were getting to know each other and I explained why I'd come here.
Y/n pov✨: i normally don't let people stay with me but Mbaku seems nice and I didn't want him out this late at night. When it gets late it's very dangerous and I wouldn't want him to get hurt. We talked for a little and I learned that he was a prince. We talked and eventually fell asleep.
*timeskip to one week*
Mbaku has been staying here with me for a week now and I enjoy his company. I've always lived alone and it was nice to have someone to talk and spend time with. Unfortunately, he is leaving to go back with his kingdom. I have developed strong feelings for him but I feel its way too early for a relationship at the moment. I helped mbaku pack his things and got ready to walk him out. "Y/n Wait i have to talk to you before I go" he spoke. "I'm listening" I told him. "It's only been a week but it feels like I've known you forever. I have strong feelings for you and you're the only person who has made me feel this much happiness in a long time. Would you like to come back to jabariland with me?" Mbaku spoke. I thought about it for a second while taking everything in. "Yes I'd love to come with you under one condition" I responded. He looked up at me to let me know he was listening. "Can we get to know each other more before any relationship between us? I don't want us to move too fast." I added. "Yes princess anything for you. I need a wife to become king but that is the least of my concern right now. I genuinely want to be with you and Im willing to wait however long it takes until you're ready." Mbaku replied. The both of started to walk back to jabariland as we held hands and talked.
Mbaku Pov🤎:
*Timeskip*
By now y/n and I had made it back to jabariland. She suggested that we both share a room due to her not being familiar with the palace (a/n: y/n didn't want to be by herself) and of course I agreed. While y/n was preparing for bed I went to go speak with my mother. I didn't even want to look at my father let alone speak to him. When it came to marriage and things in general, my mother has always been more understanding than my father. When we talked, I explained to her where I went, why I left, and the reason I didn't want to marry princess Sarai. She understood where I was coming from and she agreed to talk to my father about it. I made my way back to me and y/n's room where I found her already asleep. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and face, and changed into my sleepwear. Afterwards, I got in the bed and snuggled close to y/n and dozed off to sleep.
A/n: i don't feel like putting a bunch of different pov's and time skips and I also didn't wanna leave y'all on a cliffhanger so i wrote a epilogue😭
Epilogue: y/n and mbaku dated for about 2 years and 6 months before they got married. M'baku's mom talked to his dad and after some time he agreed to call off the planned wedding for princess Saraí and mbaku. Instead, mbaku and y:n got married and a bunch of gifts were given to them by the people of their tribe. They received clothes, jewelry, etc. about 6 months after their wedding y/n discovered that she was pregnant. She had birthed one girl and one boy. Mbaku and y/n named them g/n and b/n( girl name and boy name. it can be any name you want btw). Y/n and mbaku both ruled as king and queen until their son b/n became old enough to inherit the throne. Their daughter was next in line but she had chosen to be a warrior instead of a ruler.
A/n: thats it for this imagine but the next one will be about tchalla since I haven't done anything about him yet so stay tuned! Hopefully you enjoyed this imagine and let me know what you would like to see more of, comments, etc.
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Cornbread Pt. 3
Killmonger x pregnant! reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, bodily fluids, mentions of C-Section
As the people around you hustled you for information, it felt like needles had been stuck into your back. Down your spine and into your pelvis, you must have sat up too fast.
You looked down at your hands for a moment and could’ve sworn you faintly felt where your hand had been kissed. It felt surreal, like just closing your eyes would bring you back to it. But a feeling deep in your gut told you it was much much deeper than that.
Your fiancé eventually calmed himself down and grabbed you by your face, fed up with the lack of answers and how he wasn’t used to this silence of yours. Even early in the morning seven months pregnant you would be loud enough for your neighbors to hear.
He held your face in his calloused, colossal hands and made you look at him, drawing you from your thoughts that had caged you.
“(Y/n). I need you to answer me now.” He began, taking a breath and removing his hands from your face to your hands. “What the hell happened to you?”
You stared at him for a moment before taking a breath.
“You really needed a breath mint.”
Several check ups and ultrasounds later, Shuri deemed your perfectly okay, you had no internal issues besides the compression of important organs due to the size of your baby. The lack of bladder control had told you months ago. But you and Erik were more than happy to hear your child was in good health, and Erik made it his mission to make sure you never forgot the face you made before you passed out. “You looked like a ghost being sucked into a vacuum.” He says.
“Hopefully you don’t pass that face into my son, Ma.” He added, walking with you on his arm through the capital of Wakanda, enjoying the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery and shops.
“I hope you don’t pass on those pubes on your upper lip to my son, ‘Pa’.” You shot back, smirking softly as you bumped his hip.
He let out a laugh and went to do it back, but you pulled yourself back which only sent him too far to the left, putting him in front of you. You let out a hearty laugh and put your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward with your head down and bent over.
He turned around and grabbed your hands until you let out a gasp and he immediately became serious, thinking he grabbed your hands too tight he released them. But the sudden splash on the paved street between your legs, dousing the robe you wore and your legs in fluid told him his grip on your hands was the last of your worries.
“Erik—“ you began, cutting yourself off with a pained groan. You grabbed under your stomach and let out an even more pitiful whine, your fiancé frozen for a split second before he bent down and picked you up bridal style.
“Shit you do this now?” He asked, walking quickly against the crowds and back to the castle, using his kimono bracelet to call his cousins and Aunt.
You gave him a glare and grabbed his hair. You’d have cursed him out if your lower back and stomach didn’t feel like you were going to burst.
You’d always known Erik was squeamish to bodily fluids outside of orgasms and blood. Your morning sickness in the toilet bowl when he would accidentally walk in unannounced to brush his teeth taught him that quickly. So despite his over coming of disgust as he carried you which you appreciated, he couldn’t help but make faces at the sticky wet sounds from your robe and the fluid against his skin.
The Dora Milage eventually came to his rescue, taking you safely and onto a bed that would be rushed into the hospital and nursery rooms of the castle. T’Challa was the first to catch up, as he had been in a meeting that he was able to wrap up in order to not miss the delivery of his nephew. Shuri and Romanda were busy with the border tribe and M’Baku. Official business you assumed. Well, before the delivery of your child and the pain throughout your body and the sudden sensory issues you had with the robe sticking to your wet skin filled your head.
Erik followed despite the attempts of the Dora Milage to stop him from entering the hospital.
“Let him in!!” You cried, letting out a cry of pain right after as you were put onto a new bed and nurses rushed in. They prepped you quickly, giving you fluid after fluid to drink and to have injected. Epidural wasn’t on your mind unfortunately, but it didn’t really matter either, as after you were prepped, the doctor could tell by previous ultrasounds and the state you were in that a C-Section was needed.
You felt uneasy at the idea of being cut open, sitting yourself up on the last bit of adrenaline you had left.
Erik rushed to your side, fear in his eyes and his sleeve drenched. He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest as his other hand gently pushed you back to lay down. “No, no, lay your ass down.” He told you. “It’s gonna be okay, Babygirl, please, don’t overexert yourself. We can make another baby but no one can make another you. If a c-section is what you need then I’ll be damned before I let any doctor fuck that up.” He grabbed your hand with both of his hand kissed the back of it, putting your hand to his forehead and mumbling. Praying to Bast you assumed.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, grabbing his hand back as your other hand gripped the sheets, squeezing his hands as pained cries filled the room.
Erik couldn’t help but let out tears, you were in pain. He couldn’t stand it no matter how much he knew he couldn’t do anything to help. He kisses your hand over and over again until a mask was put over your nose and mouth.
Geez, if you were a member of the Avengers, your name would definitely hav to be black out.
Hours- no, days passed. Your son was delivered safely and you had been successfully sewn up, with some proper healing, the scar would never be visible. And seeing as you hadn’t woken up just yet, you definitely gave yourself a headstart on the recovery.
Erik sat at your bedside, holding M’Jabe to his chest in one arm as the other held up his tired head. He was clean, free from your broken water and in an outfit you’d have guessed T’Challa gave him to wear. M’Jabe was much like his father already, he was born 9 pounds 2 ounces and with a full head of curly brown hair. He was brown skin, but of course, when he first popped out Erik questioned if it was really his child. He’d be damned before he was that light skinned.
Aside from the outspoken features, M’Jabe was born with your nose and Erik’s eyebrows and lips. He’d even developed a birth mark on his arm similar to the one on yours. He was Erik’s mini him with the love of his life mixed in, he couldn’t have been happier.
“M’Jabe, tell your mother to wake up, already.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh as the heave of his chest made his son stir. He rubbed his back gently to calm him back down again.
“Don’t…” you mumbled, making your fiancé jump and whip his head in your direction, you looked back at him with tired eyes and a matching tired smile on your face. “… tell me what to do, Erik… or M’Jabe…” you chuckled.
With a quick sloppy, wet and much needed kiss planted on your dry lips, Erik laughed and called in nurses to look you over, putting his son back into his crib and waited patiently for you to be taken care of.
Despite having a C-section, your lower region had torn about a centimeter or two and you needed a few stitches. You wondered how early Erik’s beefy gene had occurred in him to have started so early in your son. You were properly cleaned and looked over, deemed needing to stay in the hospital for about a week or so more, just to make sure you were truly okay and for them to give you the green light to walk again and leave.
M’Jabe was beautiful, and tears filled your eyes as you looked him over in your arms, he had Erik’s eyes and what you recognized to be your face shape. You grinned and held your baby close, kissing his forehead gently, it wasn’t long before the room was filled with your in-laws running in.
“Nephew!!” Shuri cheered, standing by your bed with stars in her eyes as she looked down at the baby. She reached to touch his head and Romanda swatted her hand away, giving her a disapproving look and scolding her in Xhosa. You let out a soft laugh as Shuri whined and held her hand, stepping back as T’Challa stepped forward.
“He’s gorgeous.” He said with a smile. “I have no doubt he’ll be powerful like his father. And his Uncle of course.”
“Aye, watch it.” Erik warned him, pointing a finger at him as you laughed.
“Oh he definitely will be, with his father watching over him anyway.” You added, rocking your child softly.
Romanda walked over with a soft smile and a gasp at the sight of her grandchild, looking over his face as she put her hands to hover over his head and say a small prayer over your child. Once she finished, she cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for my first grandchild. He’s beautiful.”
You smiled and nodded to her, more than happy for her words. M’Jabe stirred in your arms and as you looked down at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils slit for what was a split second. But just as fast as they thinned they widened, smiling up at his mother.
You couldn’t have asked for a better title.
(Sorry this took so long! Been busy with personal stuffs lol, next part soon!!! - BIZZYBKD)
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Mr. Black, Part 2
Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, dumbass reader, degradation kink, orgasm control, possession kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.
Summary: The next morning, Tre gives you a special present. It is impossible to focus on work after this.
Word Count: 4,051k
A/N: I have no excuses for myself except that this was so fuckin' hot and I need to go lay down, WHEW. Thank you so much for the support! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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Title: From on High
Pairing: Soft Dark!M’Baku x Reader
Summary: You forget your place, and your King reminds you.
Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Size Kink, Drunkenness, Manipulation, Naive Reader, implied stalking, Dubcon, loss of virginity, Thigh Riding, Dead dove: Do not eat
A/N: so uh, this was supposed to be a drabble, but i broke 3k words, so… i don’t really think it counts anymore lol. my first M’baku piece! because we all want the great gorilla to ruin us, right? special thanks to @scorpioaes and @tumblin-theworldaway for inspiring this, lmao.
The lights above you burn bright like the stars, searing new constellations on your already overtaxed retinas. You’d never been in a place like this before, and even as Adiza presses a drink into your hands, your stomach twists with excitement at all the rules you’re breaking. You’re down amongst the people the First Priestess calls unclean, the ones who’ve lost the old ways.
mbakuwife reblogged
Title: From on High
Pairing: Soft Dark!M’Baku x Reader
Summary: You forget your place, and your King reminds you.
Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Size Kink, Drunkenness, Manipulation, Naive Reader, implied stalking, Dubcon, loss of virginity, Thigh Riding, Dead dove: Do not eat
A/N: so uh, this was supposed to be a drabble, but i broke 3k words, so… i don’t really think it counts anymore lol. my first M’baku piece! because we all want the great gorilla to ruin us, right? special thanks to @scorpioaes and @tumblin-theworldaway for inspiring this, lmao.
The lights above you burn bright like the stars, searing new constellations on your already overtaxed retinas. You’d never been in a place like this before, and even as Adiza presses a drink into your hands, your stomach twists with excitement at all the rules you’re breaking. You’re down amongst the people the First Priestess calls unclean, the ones who’ve lost the old ways.
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mbakuwife reblogged
Mr. Black, Part 1
Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, degradation kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.
Summary: Tre is sick and tired of the countless mistakes you make while performing your work duties. You were recently hired and just trying to do your best, but nothing is ever good enough for him.
Word Count: 4,099k
A/N: Listen, Idk what happened. He's barely in 2 mins of the film and it broke my brain. That outfit and that smile was too much for me to handle! Idk how many parts this will be. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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