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#i just need everyone to know that i would watch a whole movie of mbaku trying to find a way to defeat namor
canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years
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Baby Boy
Summary: Tony always takes care of everyone and it takes a toll on him. You take matters into your own hands and let him know he doesn’t always have to be the big guy.
Requested by: @mbaku-babygirl
Pairing: Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!Black!Reader 18+
WC: 4.1k
Warnings: sub!Tony, pegging, a little angsty, smut. This is after civil war, Infinity war didn’t happen and they’re all back together but there’s still a bit of tension
A/N: I never in my life have been dominant and never will be dominant, I am strictly a sub so I did my best with this request ( this is more soft!Dom than anything) but I hope you guys enjoy this. Please leave feedback💕
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Everyone was back together and it’s been six months since they came out of hiding. The government realized the accords weren’t actually helping and the others were able to come out of hiding. Surprisingly, Tony let them all come back and they all tried to make amends. Bruce and Thor were back. For a long while it was just you, Tony, and Rhodey, he was glad to have everyone back but you could tell he was anxious about it all.
He catered to everyone’s needs just like he always did and barely saved anytime for himself. You weren’t so forgiving though. You tried to avoid Natasha because she wasn’t able of letting go of her double agent persona. Had she just did as asked this all never would have happened. You stayed away from Steve because he was supposed to be Tony’s friend and knew what his old war friend did and that Bucky... sure he didn’t know what he was doing back then but it doesn’t change the fact you never got to meet your in-laws.
Everyone else can suck it except Thor and Bruce, but you stuck around Tony when he wasn’t around them. He would beg you to come to dinner with them all the time and while they all sat at the table, you’d sit on a stool at the island. It was the same thing tonight. Now, you were washing dishes and everyone had dispersed except Natasha. She stood awkwardly in front of the island.
“Y/N/N,” She mumbled
“Y/N,” you corrected, “You know I only allow friends to call me by my nickname,”
She sighed in defeat, “I am your friend, Y/N,”
You shook your head and continued to dry the dishes, “No.. you lost the ability to call yourself my friend the day you let those two leave. The day you let them get into that jet and fly away which in turn caused Rhodey to get paralyzed.” Your tone was low and cold. Yeah Rhodey had gotten better but with no thanks to them.
“Tell me, Natalia,” you spat out her birth name, knowing she hated it, “Does it ever get exhausting having to put makeup on two different faces each morning?” You placed your hands on the counter and looked her, waiting for her to answer.
She sighed and clenched her jaw, “Tony forgave us, why haven’t you?” She wore a small confused frown on her face.
“I’m not Tony. All he ever wanted to was to keep you all together. He was so selfless when it came to you all. Sure he didn’t always go about it the right way but dammit that man cared for you all and you guys just shit on him in return,” You loved Tony more than anything, so you took his feelings and efforts seriously. “You all were the closest thing to a real family he ever had and you betrayed him in the worst way possible. How or why he forgave you? I’m not sure. But don’t expect the same thing from me,”
You finished washing and drying to dishes, she continued to stand there speechless, not sure of what to say. You walked away and found Tony and Bruce in the lab with Vision and Wanda. “Hey Bruce,” you smiled and gave him a side hug. You were okay with him and Thor, he explained where he’d been and why he left in the first place. While the others were in hiding, Vision had evolved and now the science bros were back and trying to figure it out.
You kissed Tony’s cheek and he smiled at you, “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asked while fiddling with something on his computer, “The team wants to start movie night again,”
He sounded so happy and as often as you’d like to be happy for him that he has the team back, you just couldn’t. Your smile drops and you arch an eyebrow, “Whatever you guys want to watch I suppose but I won’t be in attendance ,” you turn and play with his screwdriver, finding it more interesting.
He turns to you and frowns, “Please? For me?,” he used those puppy eyes on you and as hard as it was, you had to say no.
“Sorry, babes. But you know why I won’t,” you saw him nod his head in defeat.
“Maybe it it won’t be that bad, Y/N. It could be fun and bring us back together like old times,” Wanda nervously spoke and lightly shrugged her shoulders.
“Old times are just that, Maximoff,” you kissed Tony’s cheek once more and walked out of the lab, leaving Tony to apologize for you.
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When it came to training you held nothing back. Taking all of your frustrations out on them. Especially Steve. The way you moved against him to attack had taken him by surprise, you’ve changed your techniques. Sam ended up in the infirmary with a concussion, Natasha ended up with a broken clavicle, Wanda wouldn’t even go up against you. Most of Clint’s weapons ended up ruined and Bucky wouldn’t even put up a fight, understanding your place of frustration. He hurt your husband and too many times Thor would have to pull you away.
“Sweetheart, I think you should tone it down,” Tony pulled you to the side and you knew your attitude on the whole ordeal wasn’t helping Tony much. He missed them, of course he’d be relieved they were back. You on the other hand had given up on them coming back a year after Steve helped them escape. You let that hurt go.
You unwrapped your hands and threw the tape on the ground, walking out of the training room. You walked into the kitchen and sat down with a protein shake from the fridge. You smoothed out your forehead as you noticed you were frowning.
“You coming to the party tonight?,” Steve slowly crept into the kitchen. You huffed and rolled your eyes and got up, trying to get away, “Y/N, please talk to me. Listen, I know I hurt Tony-,”
“No!,” you pointed your finger angrily, “You clearly don’t Steve because had you known how hurt he was or even would be- you would have been honest with him from the door about everything and you know what I mean!,”
Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, eyeing you like a child who was getting punished.
“You wouldn’t have hurt him the way you did that day! God, the way I found him w-was horrifying,” you swallowed thickly and felt tears well in your eyes, “You will never get my forgiveness. The woman you knew three years ago is not who I am now. You can hide behind a beard and this new tough guy persona but you’re still a coward to me, Steven Grant Rogers, all of you are!!,”
FRIDAY had notified Tony of your accelerated heart rate and he was in the kitchen in no time trying to analyze the situation, “What’s going on?,”
You smugly smile and shook your head, “Nothing, just having a heart-to-heart. Aren’t we Stevie?” You tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. Tony turned to Steve and he just lightly nodded his head.
“What is the party I’m just now hearing about?” You turned your attention back to Tony and he just twiddled his thumbs.
“Just a celebration that we’re all back together, I figured it’d be good since they’ve been back for a while now,” he smiled as if that would make you any less angry. You tried your best to hold in your bitter laugh but you just shook your head. You really tried to empathize with Tony about how good he felt that they were all together again but you cared about him too much to forgive the people that hurt him the way they did.
You saw the hopeful glint in his eyes before swallowing your pride and clenching your jaw. You gave him a half smile, “Well then... what color will the Starks be wearing tonight?,”
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Cerulean. He picked cerulean and while you looked amazing in this color, you wanted to take it off because you didn’t want to go to this damn party in the first place. You walked around with a glass of champagne in you hand, greeting the guests. “Mrs. Stark!, it’s so good to see you. The set up is amazing. How are things with everyone back together?,” A measly interviewer found his way into the venue and you rolled your eyes, “No comment,”
You walked past the chocolate fountain and groaned. Tony hates those things, you know he only did it because Wanda and Sam love them. All the food and little desserts reminded you of the parties from the past and you just frowned. How could anyone expect you to just easily re-adjust to them being back like this? 
“Penny for your thoughts?,” Vision came up beside you and you wanted to walk away but you were here to support Tony so you would be cordial so you wouldn’t made a scene. 
“Tony hates the ahi tuna cucumber bites,” You frowned before putting the appetizer in your mouth. Vision just barely nods, “Yes but Natasha requested them,” 
“Of course she did. I’m sure you all being on the run didn’t necessarily offer you 5 star dinners now did it?,” You kept frowning at the food table. Nothing on this damn table was anything Tony liked. He hated all this shit. The damn fountain, the ahi tuna, the deviled eggs, the certain array of finger sandwiches, the types of steaks being cooked by the hibachi chef, even the damn drinks! Tony friggin hates Veuve Clicquot! He’s a Krug Clos d’Ambonnay kinda guy. He really catered to everyone else with this. Usually he’ll have something here and there that he likes but he strictly ignored his own wants for this and you didn’t really like that.
“We are sorry, Y/N,” Vision spoke, pulling you out of your own head rant. 
“Sure you are. But riddle me this, if you break a glass plate and apologize to it does it get put back together?,” 
Before he can answer you walk away to find Tony with a few of the others as well as a few other businessmen and agents.
“There she goes! The lovely Mrs. Stark,” He was having such a great time and you really tried to as well because this wasn’t about you, it was about him and the team. You loved to see that smile on his face, the tune of his laughter. It was great, so seeing him smile at you tonight in his matching suit, you felt yourself release some tension in your frown and shoulders.
He lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you into him before planting a kiss on your temple. You saw the way Steve, Bucky and Sam avoided eye contact but you just kept it moving. 
“Gentlemen,” you nodded to the other men and agents.
“Y/N! It’s good to see you. How great is it to have everyone back like before?,” one of the agents asked before sipping his drink.
You spared Tony a glance and carefully thought about what you were about to say next, “I... I’m just glad Tony is at ease again. His feelings matter to me so despite what I might really think and feel... it’s him that matters to me,” you shuttered out a breath and felt Tony pull you more into his side in comfort. He smiled down at you and admired you. He knew this was hard for you but he was glad you still stood by him. Without you, he would have become a complete and utter, unfixable mess.
“I’m gonna make you some food after this, okay? You don’t eat a single thing on that table over there and I know you’re starving and need real food,” 
He shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, “Eh, the ahi tuna bites aren’t that bad,” 
“Anthony,” you said his name sternly and you saw the way he froze up at your use of his full name, “You’re not going to sacrifice your comfort for this party, you hear me?,”
Tony felt a shiver run down his spine at how you spoke to him and he hesitantly nodded his head, “Y-yes. Yeah. I hear you,”
You patted his cheek and kissed his lips, “That’s my boy. I’ll be roaming around greeting our guests. Have fun, don’t drink too much or stay up too late. End this at a reasonable time,”
He just slightly smiled at you and nodded. You talking to him like that had him blushing and feeling small but he wasn’t against that feeling. He enjoyed it and it confused him a little.
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You had retired the party early to clean yourself up and cook him something for him to eat. With a clean face and wearing nothing but his Black Sabbath shirt, you danced around the kitchen listening to his playlist while he wrapped up the party and sent everyone home with a taxi or designated driver. The team went to bed and he came to find you in the kitchen. You nodded your head and swayed your hips to the guitar riffs of Into the Void. He watched you from the kitchen doorway, loving the way you looked in his shirt and bare faced.
“I see my music taste has rubbed off on you,” He came to the island as you finished putting his meal on a plate. Of course you’d gone out the way to give him his protein, veggies and starch.
“Eh, just a bit,” you winked and told him to sit down, giving him his plate and giving him a bottle of water to which he frowned at, “You’re gonna drink that water, Tony. You drank enough tonight,” 
He just loved when you talked to him like that. He quickly opened the bottle and took a big gulp from it and started eating as you cleaned up the kitchen of the little mess you made. Once you were finished you sat close beside him, rubbing his leg.
“Is it good, baby?,” you ran your hands through his hair and he lulled his head back into your touch.
“Yes, thank you so much,”
“Anything for you, baby boy,” you kissed his cheek as he finished up. He felt that same chill run down his spine and he stiffened up in his seat.
“Y/N,” He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Yes?,”
“I uh... I have a request,”
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You were right beside Tony soothing him as he trusted you to do this for him. Tony loves being babied but his job as Tony Stark and Iron Man took that from him and you were more than willing to do this for him. It’s been a fantasy of yours for a while anyway, which is how this beginners strap on came into play. You laid beside Tony, kissing his cheek and slowly jerking him off with lube.
“You like that, baby? Like the way I use my hand to please you?,” 
Tony’s head fell to the side and a little moan escaped his lips, “More, please,” he sounded so helpless and it was the cutest yet hottest thing ever. You went a little faster and he started bucking his hips, “Stay still for me, baby boy. Just relax. I got you,” you whispered in his ear and focused on the head of his dick, making him dig his heels into the mattress.
“Oh, please can I cum?,” The way he looked into your eyes was a different look than he’s ever given you and it only encouraged you to continue with your actions, “please, Y/N,” 
The begging, the panting, his little whines had urged you to pump your hand faster.
“Cum for me. Go ahead and make a mess,” you saw the way his stomach muscles tensed as you continued pumping, long white ropes on his cum landing on is lower stomach, “There you go baby,” you encouraged and praised, “Good boy, baby,” you kissed his cheek and crawled in between his legs to lick all of his seed off his stomach. Hearing hims mewl at the feeling. You kissed the head of his dick and swirled your tongue around it, making him call out lightly.
You removed the vibrating toy from his little hole and massaged more lube into it. You and Tony had spent some time cleaning him out so you know he was ready for you. Adding some lube to the strap on, you took his dick in your other hand, stroking him once again, “You ready for me, baby? It’s gonna feel so good,” you lifted his legs around your waist and leaned forward.
“Look at me, baby. Do you trust me?,” You held the head of the dildo against him and his breath shuttered.
“Yes, I trust you,”
“What was the safe word we agreed on?,”
“Nanotech”
“Good boy,” you kissed his lips and littered kisses all over his neck and chest, calming him down before you took care of him like he’s been scared to ask for all these years. You pressed the tip of your strap into him and he tensed up, “Be still baby, if you want this I’m gonna need you to relax,”
You ran your hands along his chest and he melded into the bed and peered up at you through half closed eyes. You slowly pushed in inch by inch and he relaxed completely. He softly panted at the pleasure and he finally let go. Your rolled your hips and he held onto the back of his thighs while you held his legs up by his calves.
“Look at you, baby. Opening right up for me,” You cooed to him and he just whined back up to you. The pillow he had under the small of his back helped you get the right angle so you can get that special spot within him. “Feel good, baby? Glad you finally spoke up like a big boy and asked for what you wanted?,” You so easily got into this role of being dominant, this was your thing and you’re glad he was okay with admitting he needed it.
“Y/N, oh my God, baby,” Tony gasped and started jerking himself off as you slowly thrust deep in him, picking up the pace, “Fuck, that’s so good, sooo good,” his eyes were squeezed shut and he started moving his hips against you.
“Don’t get greedy, Tony. Take what I give you like a good boy then maybe I’ll give you some more,” 
His whines were only fueling you more but he loved that you didn’t give into him easily. He loved that you made him work for it. He stroked himself faster and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Y/N,” he dragged out your name in pleasure and you felt your clit throb. You turned on the vibrator that was built into the strap on and felt your own pleasure setting in.
“Want more, baby. Please,” he begged, your smiled down at him and hooked his legs on your shoulder before leaning forward and placing your hands by his head.
“Want me to fuck you faster, baby? Need me to give it to you harder and fuck you like the good boy you are? Bet you wanna let go of all the stuff that runs around in that head of yours, let go and lemme fuck all of that out of you, baby. You trust me to do that for you?,” You smiled down at his state and he feverishly nods his head.
“Yes, yes. Please please,” you were infatuated with how desperate he sounded. You bit your lip and braced yourself, withdrawing your hips from his body, you thrusted hard and a groan got caught in his throat, usually the sound of your skins slapping came from him fucking you and that turned you on, but this time, the sound intoxicated you and had you moaning against his lips.
“Look at me and tell me how good it feels to have me inside you like this, baby. Deep in you, hitting that special spot, bet you’re ready to cum already, aren’t you?,”
His eyes snapped open but had a hard time staying that way from the intensity at which you were fucking him with, “It feels so good, Y/N. Almost too good,” his voice was so small. You attached your lips to his. The kiss didn’t match the way you were fucking him. It was slow and smooth, a way to tell him how much you love him and how good he was doing. He pulled back for air and held onto your forearms by his head
“Y/N, please... choke me please. I need it,” He needed it to let go completely and you happy obliged. You pulled back a bit and placed your dominant hand around his neck, softly squeezing at the sides as he told you to squeeze harder, “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. I need it, I’ll be fine. I trust you,” Him saying he trusted you had filled you up like fuel to a gas tank. You squeezed at the sides and felt his pulse pound against your fingers and you felt yourself turn feral. 
You fucked into him faster as you felt yourself about to cum from the vibrator attacking your clit.
“Fuck, Tony,” you moaned and he gasped for air and moved against you, “You’re doing such a good job taking me in your little hole like this,”
“O-oh my God,” you felt his thighs wrap tighter around you. You started jerking him off with your other hand and you knew that would be his end. With you hitting his special spot over and over along with you choking him and jerking him off, he was being stimulated in many ways and wasn’t sure which sensation to focus on, he was becoming overwhelmed and you could tell.
“Please, Y/N, may I cum?,” 
You cooed at him and smiled, “My sweet boy. You don’t have to ask tonight. You’ve been such a sweet boy to everyone. Always taking care of them, putting them before you. You don’t have to worry about that tonight, baby. Cum all you want. Take it like a good boy and cum, you deserve it,”
Your praise had pushed him over the edge and he had cum so much more than the first time. You were milking him of his cum and his body was lightly shaking while he called out your name along with swears. You were so proud of him and how well he did and how well he took you, well, your strap, but either way, he did so good. He truly was your good boy.
“O-oh God, I-, Y/N,” his words were chopped and his eyes were fluttering as you continue to fuck into him, coaxing the rest of his orgasm out of him as you chased yours, you were so close. 
“I’m close, baby,” you stilled your hips and the vibrator hit your clit at the perfect angle at the right time and you felt your cum running down your legs. You rutted into Tony a few times, earning yourself a few more grunts from him.
You kissed his lips softly and he barely returned it from his fucked out state but you were okay with that. You slowly withdrew the strap from him and he whined like a kitten, “S’okay, relax. I’ll be right back, okay?,”
He barely gave you a nod as you took the toys you used tonight and removed the batteries as well as the dildo from the holder in the strap harness. You went to the kitchen, filling a pot full of water and throwing them in there and turning on the stove for them to boil. Proper toy cleaning etiquette. You took a water bottle from the pantry and rushed back to the bedroom. Finding Tony had not moved a muscle. You quickly got two warm, wet rags from the bathroom and cleaned him up and used the other for yourself. You crawled in bed with him, helping him sit up so he could drink some water.
“How you feeling?,” You kissed his cheek and held him in your arms.
“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he lightly laughed.
“I’m glad you finally spoke up about your needs, Tony. Don’t be afraid to put yourself first, okay?,” 
He kissed your lips softly and curled down further into the bed and your side.
“Will you just try to be nicer to everyone else?,” 
You sighed and knew that that’s all he wanted from you with them back and working through things. You could do this, not because you missed them, but for Tony. He was the priority.
“Of course. I’ll do anything for you, baby boy,”
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Okay I hope this wasn’t as bad as I feel it is. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I will get better with my Dom!Reader fics, I promise. 
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The Weight of Love
An M’BakuXReader, ya’ll!!  
At first I thought to have an Erik, T’Challa and M’Baku version of this story but for some reason I think this topic fits better with M’Baku so here is it!!  This is technically a two parter though each story is a stand alone. The second part will be called The Weight of Groceries and is actually mentioned it as a flashback in this story. 
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You sat on the plush furs of your shared bed as M’Baku continued to do push-ups on the floor. He was only wearing his night shorts sans a shirt and wanted to get in a few rounds before turning in as was his custom. 
You were minding your own business, engrossed in your book, when suddenly a voice asked,
“How much do you weigh?”
You blinked as the words took time to register. Once they did your head snapped up, “Uh-uh!! You don’t ask a woman that!” you cried.
M’Baku stopped his pushups and plopped down on the ground, hands on both of his knees. He forked an eyebrow at you, “And why not, dear wife? It was just a question. I don’t ask idly, you know. I need some weight to make this harder. So I was wondering how much you weighed.”
You twitched and twitched again, “Enough I’m sure!”
M’Baku cocked his head as you stabbed your gazed back into the book.  Your hands were holding it tightly as your gaze burned a hole into the pages not actually reading anymore.
He might have accidently made his new wife angry, he realized. The two of you had been married for only three months and there were some things that the both of you were still learning.
“I have angered you somehow. I apologize. That was not my intent.” he said softly.
He saw your fingers loosen but not enough.
You only muttered but did not look at him, “I’m not angry.”
M’Baku stood up from the floor and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, “You clearly are, Y/N. Please tell me what it is about my words that incited such a strong reaction.”
You still didn’t look at him but did you answer, “Nothing. It’s just impolite to ask a woman what her weight is, that’s all.”
Surprise colored his voice, “Even my own wife?”
You gave a strong nod, “Definitely.”
“Might I inquire as to why?”
You looked at him then and found it hard to stay mad. Your new husband looked genuinely confused and his question was nothing but an honest one. There was no maliciousness behind them. There were times you had to remind yourself that he was not American.
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You gave a soft sigh and dropped your book into your lap, “Honestly….” Your words hanged for a long moment before you murmured, “.....I’m considered obese.”
M’Baku stared at you, “Obese?”
“Yeah, you know. Overweight. Some might even call me fat.”
M’Baku blinked and his eyes roved your figure. You were obviously big-boned, with curves and assets to match. You were 5’7 to his 6’3. However he was trying to figure out where you got the idea that you were fat. In fact, compared to some of the Jabari women, you were smaller than they were.
You were healthy and took care of your eating. Even before the two of you met, you had become a stickler for healthy eating and exercise and had a mild obsession with taking care of yourself. You weren’t vegetarian before meeting him because you weren’t convinced that you could get all the nutrients that you needed without actual meat and still be full and satisfied. However, he taught you beyond anything that you would have been able to find out on your own or from the TV and Internet on how to eat such a way and feel full and satisfied.
You also had diabetes on both sides of your family and was trying everything to make sure that you didn’t get it when you were older. For all intents and purposes, the doctor would consider that you were doing everything right yet they would be concerned about your number on the scale.
M’Baku finally gave a shake of his head, “I don’t understand why you were call yourself fat. I know you are still toning up but I would not call you fat by any means.”
You grumbled as you poked yourself in the stomach, “I’m still working on my stomach. I still got a pouch.”
M’Baku resisted the urge to smile at your pout. He sensed it wouldn’t be welcomed right now. Instead he asked, “Where did you get this ridiculous idea to begin with?”
You looked at him, “The same place that would tell you that you are obese as well....”
You burst out laughing when you saw M’Baku’s mouth fall open and he just stared at you for a long moment.
Finally he managed to sputter, “Me? Obese? Me?”
You grinned, “Yep!! I know you are over two-hundred and something pounds. They’d tell you to lose some weight.”
M’Baku placed his hand on his chest, “Me? Where?”
Your eyes took him in then.
Where indeed?
There was not an ounce of fat on him. He was pure muscle, steel running through his veins. He picked up things that you thought ordinary men that worked out where you were from would have to pause and reflect.
And M’Baku did it without a thought.
He was obviously a big man at 6’3 but he kept himself in shape as well as eating right. However, he was a warrior and leader of the Jabari clan but then again, all Jabari was warriors to some degree.
“You shouldn’t feel bad…” you said reaching out to lay your hand over his bicep. You couldn’t help but to flex your hand feeling the muscle there.
M’Baku was still staring into space when he finally murmured, “I don’t feel bad…....I feel confused…..that’s what I feel…..”
You hit his arm once before retracting it, “Do you remember that movie, we watched, the one with the Rock, Scorpion King?”
M’Baku grinned then, “Ahh, yes. I really enjoyed that movie..."Then he let out a sigh, "Though the series got progressively worse the longer it went on but the Rock was magnificent as a warrior. And a sense of humor to boot.” he chuckled then and nodded to himself. 
You giggled, “He’s considered obese.”
M’Baku looked at you like you scandalized him.
You nodded, “Seriously. All those muscles and not an ounce of fat on him and he’s considered obese. There are several men like him who are of similar build and they are considered obese. In fact I bet that if they looked at the Jabari clan as a whole, they’d think you’d promote obesity.” 
M’Baku shot to his feet and with hard glare down at you.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Shoot the message!” you cried with a wave of your hands, “I know better obviously, but you know that’s what they’d say.”
M’Baku’s nose widen as he crossed his arms, “And if you know how utterly stupid this...wherever you got this stupidity from, why do you listen?”
You slowly sunk down into yourself.
That was a good question. Why did you listen to a rule that was obviously malfunctioned?  In fact research was beginning to realize how ridiculous the BMI chart was yet no one has made a move to correct it. It didn’t even take into account muscle mass or bone density. It just categorizes everyone as being one thing when most people wouldn’t even fit that at a skeletal stage.
Not everyone can be Miss Twiggy.
You shuddered at the thought. And frankly not everyone wanted to be that skinny. You shook your head coming out of it.
You folded your arms and looked wide-eyed up at him, “Well, I don’t pay attention to the scale anymore! I stopped weighing and looking at the number long ago. In fact, the only time I know my number is when I go to the doctor. Instead I go by inches and how my clothes fit.”
Your so-called triumph didn’t seem to be shared by your husband as he just stared down at you. You were unsettled by M’Baku’s probing eyes the longer he looked at you. It was the way he was looking at you, as if trying to see into you.  Finally you swallowed and gave a lopsided smile with a nervous chuckle.
“And knowing all of that, you are still sensitive about your weight? You just said that you stop looking at the number but it still sounds to me like you still care about said number. Whatever that is…”
You fidgeted and mumbled lowering your eyes, “Well, you know how it is…..”
“Actually I don’t…” came the deep grumble.
You gave a shrug and began twiddling your fingers, “Well, you just want to fit in. We all want to be accepted and….you know be ‘beautiful.’” Here you did beautiful in air quotes.
There was a long bout of silence. The longer it went on the more uncomfortable you became. How did you even get to this conversation?  Finally you felt the bed dip and looked up to see that M’Baku was leaning into his palms pressed in the mattress. He moved his head closer to yours, coal eyes unblinking. You blinked and moved your head back.
He was looking at you unblinking and you couldn’t fathom what was going on in his mind at all at the moment.
He stared at you for so long you finally asked softly, “What...what is it?”
M’Baku blinked then and asked his voice husky, “Have I not made you feel beautiful?”
You floundered and sputtered and all the while M’Baku kept his gaze on you. His mouth didn't so much as twitch.  
When you finally could produce a coherent word you were saying, “That isn’t….that’s not…..that’s not the conversation!! Wait, that has nothing to do with this!”
M’Baku voice was even, “It has everything to do with this.”
You shook your head, “I didn’t know you all my life, so it doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
M’Baku lulled his head to the side and gave you a hooded look as he drawled, “Soooo…. you are saying that you felt ugly your entire life up until now?”
You gaped before shaking your head, “No!”
M’Baku raised an eyebrow as his full lips thinning out a bit, “But what I’m hearing is that weight equals beauty.”
You waved a finger, “Hey, we all need to take care of ourselves. We shouldn’t just let ourselves go. Our bodies are a gift and we should take care them as best we can. There can be no excuses about that!!” you said with a firm nod.
M’Baku’s head bobbed lazily, “I agree with you. There is much people can do to help themselves and when they choose not to, that is on them and they have to live with it. Everyone should seek to the have the best body they can have regardless of size. This I agree on but that isn’t the issue. I’m not interested in other women right now. I’m interested in you. Are you saying that you haven’t felt beautiful because of these stupid rules….?”
You shrunk under his gaze, “I didn’t say all that…”
“Then clearly state what you are saying.” M’Baku ordered.
“Shouldn’t we be going to bed?” you asked trying to shift the conversation.
M’Baku glared at you unamused, “No. Now answer the question.”
You looked away. It took a few moments to gather your thoughts, “It’s not like I’ve felt ugly all my life. There were many days I was feeling myself and knew I looked good. But then there were days when, you know, you had body problems. Nothing looks right. Nothing fits right. So I’d say it comes and goes.”
He stared at you a moment longer before straightening to his full height, “I see.”
There was a bout of silence for a bit.
“You Americans complicate things.” you heard him mutter before suddenly you found yourself being picked up bridal style. You gave a little shriek before wrapping your arms around his neck.
You glared at him but his face was impassive. After a moment he spoke softly, “I believe this explains your hesitance when I go to pick you up, especially that first night.”
You mumbled, “No guy has ever picked me up before you.”
Here a small smirk appeared on M’Baku’s face, “So I was the first? I feel honored.”
You sniffed, “Don’t bother. I just didn’t trust no man to pick me up.”
M’Baku stiffened, “You trust me, don’t you?”
You looked at him, “Well, you are holding me. What do you think?”
M’Baku watched you closely, “I meant the first time. Did you trust me then?”
You slowly gave him a side-eye, before slowly dropping your gaze, making his own widen, “You didn’t? You should have said something if it was that uncomfortable.”
He went to set you down but you tighten your arm around his neck so he took as a sign to continue holding you.
You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone making him look at you. You hated that he looked so troubled by this.
You sought to soothe him, “I do trust you. It’s just, well, I’m a big girl and most men where I came from, I didn’t feel comfortable with even the best of them picking me up. I was afraid I’d be too heavy and they would drop me. I didn’t want it to be awkward. Most of them I didn’t trust to pick me up. I always worried if I fell out or something would they be able to pick me up and get me the help I’d need. And I didn’t want everything to be going well and then I’d break their backs or something if they tried. I know I’m a whole lot of woman. Like where am I supposed to put everything so that they’d transport me well…….”
M’Baku couldn’t take it anymore, listening to you talk about yourself like this, so he crashed his lips on yours, effectively silencing you. The kiss was deep and conveyed his feeling of frustration over this issue of yours.
He heard your words but he still could not quite understand them.
In Jabari culture, they were warriors and being in shape was a by-product. But even those that were not full time warriors knew the value of their bodies. They knew that their bodies were a gift and should be treated as such. They were critical of the things that went into their bodies, wanting to lead the best lives with the best bodies they could. As such the concept of being fat didn’t really exist. As far as food, they believe that eating was one of life joys but it should also be done moderately. There were ways to enjoy the finest foods and still maintain the best body. The Jabari perfected it over the centuries and most of them enjoying the art of cooking to some degree.
It seemed to M’Baku that perhaps American society allowed too many liberties to be taken with the gift of their bodies. They did not believe in stringent rules especially when it came to health. They saw it as a hindrance and as such wanted to toss them out.
Only to wonder why they had the consequences of such actions.
Why, M’Baku could never fathom.
He had been shopping with you before in America and it disgust him so badly he came back to your apartment and had to make sure that your food was good. The two of you were engaged to be married by that time and he began to send care packages over with T’Challa or Erik that was filled with “real food.”  
If nothing else than for his peace of mind.
He shuddered as the memory of that shopping trip passed through him.
So because of these things perhaps American society as a whole didn’t see much need to try to have the best bodies they could and it came down to personal choice.
For M’Baku it was simple, if you took care of yourself with all that it encompassed then there was no need to worry about whether you were fat or obese or overweight or whatever other hundred terms they came up with.
But it bothered him that you had to suffer under than that kind of societal rule. He saw your lifestyle even before your marriage. You did everything humanly possible and whatever else that needed to be done, you were working on it. How much would you torture yourself? How much did you torture yourself growing up? Now he realized looking back why there were random times when you went into this, “Is there anything else I can possibly do to be better?” kicks.
M’Baku’s thoughts faded as he lifted his head, his voice was husky as he spoke, “As I said before, you American’s complicate things. You are a lot of woman and I adore all of it. You aren’t heavy to me and I would never drop you. If something happened, I know I would get you the help you needed even if I had to move this mountain myself. This is not something you need to worry about. ”
M’Baku walked a little ways before gently letting you back down on your feet. You felt touched at how careful he was.
“Y/N, you need to cut this out." your husband continued, "Those American rules of yours are a broken system anyway. You said that much, yourself. You eat well. You work out. You know that you are doing all you can do to maintain your best body. You of all people have no reason to doubt yourself. And I don’t want to hear this again. As you said, your body's a gift and you utilize it well.”
Here M’Baku gave a wolfish grin, “Extremely well…..I might add.”
You hit his chest as your eyes slid away from him. He captured your hand and turned it over kissing the inside of the palm. You rocked absently on your feet once, twice.
“Now, that, that’s stupidity is over, I need your help.”
Here M’Baku dropped down to the floor, his back facing you. Your eyes couldn’t help but to rove around his form watching the muscles budge as he laid flat on the ground.
“Sit on my back.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” you cried, “I ain’t trying to break your back.”
You heard M’Baku sigh, “Did you hear nothing I said this evening?”
“I heard you but I’ve only seen this in movies. Does anyone really do this? Can anyone really do this? Do you know how heavy I am? And you want all of my behind to rest on….”
“Oi!!”  M’Baku barked quickly rising so he was resting on his knees glaring up at you, “Are you done? Are...Are...Are you done? You said you trusted me to carry you. Trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m not trying to show off. Trust that my back is strong and sturdy enough to support you.”
You found couldn’t look at him after his words, the emotion in his eyes and his words hitting you hard. You turned your gaze away.
“Now, if you are calm, just sit cross legged in the middle of my back, facing the wall. Then your entire weight will be distributed properly. Make sure to keep your back straight. If anything this will also be beneficial to you and help your balance. Now, are you ready?”
You couldn’t do anything else other than nod. Wordlessly you did what he said after he straightened his body back out. You sat stiff on the middle of his back, hands resting in your lap. You didn’t say anything but your eyes moved to look at him out of your peripheral vision. It took a moment longer before you slowly started to feel yourself rise. You fought not to move or fall off as he rose. Then he went back down.
Slowly, a rhythm was set as you breathed in as he rose up and out as he rose down, your body relaxing. You found it was easy for you to hold your posture and your eyes drifted down as you felt yourself being lulled to a certain degree.
After 20 pumps, M’Baku eased down on the floor and tucked his arms so that his head was laying on them. “Nice, eh?”
You floated out of your revere and looked at him, “Yes, nice motion.”
“Thank you.”
“And I wasn’t h…..?”
“Don’t start!” M’Baku hissed making you clamp your mouth shut.
Fine you wouldn’t ask then, but if he was sore tomorrow, he didn’t need to tell you about it. You warned him. It wasn’t going to be your fault.
After a moment you started to move, however his voice made you freeze, “Don’t remember saying you could move either. After all, your behind is very toasty to my back.”
“You’re an idiot!” you snapped with a laugh.
“Whatever.”
It was still odd to hear M’Baku say such slang. However, he grunted when he felt you stretch out your length over his. “Very nice…very toasty” he mumbled as you nuzzled your face into his neck.
You murmured into his ear, “I’m sure the bed will feel better.”
You saw one coal eye peep out at you, “Oh yeah?”
You grinned.
And what did you know, M’Baku was not sore in the morning.
You however was another story…..
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