#m'baku x black!oc

[fictioninmyblood]

Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Eight

Note: I apologize for how long it has been since I’ve updated this fic or any of my fics (If anybody is even reading this). Thank you for your patience. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: language/smut, 18+, angst

umfana wam omncinane - my little warrior

sithandwa sam - my love

Omncinci - little one

onye ndu ya - his soulmate

obere eze nwanyi - little queen

umphefumulo wami - my soul

A/N: some words are zulu, others are igbo.

Previous Chapter

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

If there is one thing Elinora knew she would never be able to doubt after this day - it was that no other person could evoke the concurrent silence of the world and resonance of her innermost desires like M’Baku. That man could open boxes that had been buried in different dimensions and lock up the ones she kept open with just a fucking whisper of a touch and it was driving Nora wild. She had to draw on years of practiced control to contain the tsunami he was creating. Watching M’Baku expertly throw axes and knives for an entire day gave her no choice but to acknowledge this, even if she only admitted it to herself. 

He made it difficult to keep denying her feelings every time he wrapped his body around hers to show her how to properly position her body to aim and throw. Every graze of his fingers, skin, or lips tossed her entire being beneath a drowning wave of surrender that was wailing for her to give into the effects he was eliciting. His fiery gaze that maintained eye contact with her as much as possible and the endless teasing! His clear goal of showing her how natural it would be to accept this swift and solid connection was becoming too much. It was hard to remember why it was bad for her to give in.

If he did one more thing that drew her gaze and made her thirst for something that water couldn’t quench, licked and smirked those angelic lips, and told her, “eyes on the lesson umfana wam omncinane, we want to keep you safe,” she might combust from the volcanic eruption he was stirring.

It took every ounce of remaining energy she had not to cave under his smoldering stares that held the depth of his desires which he seemed to be emanating tenfold. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was doing it on purpose. If she did know better, she would know without a shadow of a doubt that he was. This was a man in tune with nature, his nature to be exact, and he knew what he wanted. What he needed.

Her.

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M’Baku was determined to break down her defenses. From his time learning and meditating with spiritual advisors, he had learned the power of spirit, thought, and emotions, slowly mastering them over the last decade and change. From those teachings coupled with that he got from his baba and grandbaba, the former chiefs, he knew that mind, body, and soul were three parts of a whole, just like a king, his queen, and their seed. She was his queen, his anchor to the infinite possibilities the universe has to offer him, the half of his heart that he not only desired but genuinely needed. So he was not letting her go, in fact he planned on using his entire life experience to pass this test which he knew would determine the fate of the rest of his life.

He recognized and used her yearning for skin-to-skin contact to his advantage and thought of nothing, but having her completely in every way. He manifested their every possibility. Every kiss, every embrace, every fruit that could and would bear from the tree of their love and interconnectedness. He painted vivid pictures in his mind of their union and let it wash over him as they interacted. It brought back the feeling of Hanuman taking the reigns, but the more skittish Nora became, the more he realized it was probably best he continue to let Hanuman guide his actions, no matter how afraid he was of losing control. M’Baku knew that he and his god would walk on burning coals before either intentionally hurt Nora.

Anytime he was demonstrating for her, he would softly tell her to stand back a little out of the way, “just in case, sithwanda sam,” and then with all of his pent up sexual aggression he hit the bullseye with a resounding thump. For the life of him, he could not help but picture how she'd look taking him slow and deep with the way her chest jumped with a hitch in her breath. That’s exactly how he wanted to have her gasping for breath when she was taking all of him, like her body was too enraptured in the moment to remember the rhythm of her breath.

When it was time to physically move her into understanding how to better maneuver her throws he would do his best to wrap himself around her without resting all the way against her like he wanted. To get the results he needed without crossing the new boundary he had set for himself, he rested one hand on her waist and grabbed her wrist with the other to rest arm against arm with her to maneuver her body into the perfect movement. And just when she would stop holding her breath and let out a sigh of relief at him just showing her to throw better, he’d get real close to her ear, a hair’s breathe from her neck, and softly say, “juuuuussst like that omcinci.”

He had to be careful with that though cause the little noises it would elicit from her had him damn near weeping in his briefs. Every. Damn. Time. His obere eze nwanyi had the biggest depth for passion he’d ever seen, in all things. He saw how she trained, determined to be able to protect her new team as much as they did her. Not to mention her cooking showed just how endless her ocean of love reached. She thought she was hiding the depth of all that encompasses who she is, but to him, every layer was his to thoroughly examine. So, he was determined to mine the caverns of her heart, convinced there would never be a nobler pursuit in his lifetime.

She needed to admit to herself first and then him what they were, soulmates. That she was his in every manner of the word, onye ndu ya. Not to own, but to protect, to love, to honor, to respect, to battle the world so she could walk on roses. Either they knew each other from the ancestral plane or a past life or something, regardless she was his and he was hers. She just had to say it out loud. Then and only then would he sit her on her rightful throne. 

Him.

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After he could tell she was way past her breaking point, he called the end of their session. It was for the best cause he had also been pushed past his own limits and she looked a little beat and definitely uncomfortable. He could deduce from the most seductive aroma that has recently become his favorite drug and her pointed nipples despite their sweating that she was embarrassed and horny. He had her right where he wanted her and was going to take this time to seize the opportunity.

Nora was indeed horny and embarassed about being so fucking turned on from one training session. He was stern and teasing at the same time which had given her brain and body whiplash. One second scolding her for not listening to his instruction properly, with a ‘I know you can do much better than that omcinci,’ and the next just shy of wrapping himself around her and whispering his instructions to her as if they were making love. She was never going to forget the lesson and with a new fire inducing memory to add to the flames it was her stubborn brain that made her next decision.

Once she was showered and redressed, Nora found her way to what could easily be considered her favorite place on the whole compound, the swimming area. More like a complete gymnasium with a standard olympic pool, several jacuzzis, and a heated saltwater infinity pool, separate from the basketball court, work out rooms, saunas, tennis courts, and volleyball courts. When she first got here, she had to do her best not to geek out when Sam showed it to her. He had made a joke about him barely using the pools only the jacuzzis cause you know, he was black, so she hadn’t been sure whether he would judge her for basically being a fish. 

Imagine her surprise when he accosted her with puppy eyes talking about, “why didn’t you tell me? I thought you was gonna be like the little sister I always wanted and I find out you’re closer to Buckwad!”

It had actually been her intention to get to know the black Avengers first, mainly Sam since he was the only one on the compound really, but Bucky was one of the few people that caught her just existing without all of her usual emotional and mental masks and safeguards, having either a similar sleep pattern to her or none at all. The dude just appeared everywhere all the time. Fortunately unfortunately it kind of forced her to open up a little quicker than she had wanted to with certain things. She was glad cause it seemed like out of everyone there, no matter how nice they seemed, he understood most and empathized with what she was going through besides Wanda.

Everyone there had Bucky to thank for what they did know about her, especially things about loving to swim and being pretty awesome at it too. Now M’Baku was another thankful knower of all things Elinora, having ran into him after his own shower and asking for more information he could use to his advantage. He seriously owed the infamous white wolf several big favors for all of his help getting closer to his Nora.

“Her go to when she’s full of emotion that she’s afraid to let out is the swimming pools, especially the infinity pool.” Once again, Bucky’s advice couldn’t have been more spot on. He leaned against the entrance and watched her float in the center of the pool, staring up through the glass ceiling at the stars that were clearly visible thanks to the specialty lighting all throughout the compound.

When she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dived backwards into the depths of the pool he made his way into the private area, placing his things next to hers on a nearby bench. She was slowly making her way back to the surface and opposite end of where she started, at the steps. He watched and walked with her, meeting her at the steps entrance when she surfaced all the way, letting her fall right into his embrace.

Nora was letting the deafening silence of the water soothe the turmoil and discord this connection to M’Baku mustered up. Yes, she was horny around him and wanted to let him ravage her in every manner of the word, but past the carnal desires and raging hormones, she was terrified. She could imagine herself crying into his chest, being soothed by his words, resting in his embrace, and creating a life of love and laughter. But life taught her early on that when it came to being loved in return, no matter how much she anticipated someone’s needs or gave them her love and attention and care, she was disposable. In fact, she had become certain that she was only meant to love others, never to really receive love in the way she so freely and deeply gave it. Wasn’t that why she was the strongest empath around?

She’d come to let the pressure of the water push her doubt and yearning back down into her pandora’s box. No matter how much it seemed this was one of those fairytale endings, Nora was convinced that this was just another trick to get her to lower her defenses and willingly give her heart over to be pulverized. ‘Fool me once shame on you, and I shan’t be fooled again,’ she thought. She swam back towards the steps staying under as long as possible so she could come up gasping. There was this unmatched feeling she loved that came with pushing herself past her physical limits and having to catch her breathe again.

The towering presence she basically swam into refilled her toe to head with that anxious yearning feeling she’d just pushed down. Right into the arms she desperately wanted to relax into and run from, unable to exert any real energy towards either decision since she was trying to catch the breath she just was so excited to lose. Trapped. Exactly where she didn’t want to be and he knew she needed to be.

“Hello sithandwa sam, I was just praying to Hanuman that I be granted with a chance to catch a bit of your time and attention outside of work and look…” he had her wrapped up in his arms so quick and with a gentle squeeze, pulled her impossibly closer, “I literally caught you!” 

Nora was practically vibrating from the rumble of his words as they traveled from his chest to hers and left the livewire feeling she was suddenly encompassed with. Paired with his mischievous grin that held the map to her future she was weak-kneed and panty soaked. This man was here to burn down anything in his way and like a lightening bolt he struck again and again.

M’Baku reached down to grasp Nora by her thighs right where her ass met them and wrapped her legs around him, easing them into a sitting position halfway in the water.

“What are you do-?” M’Baku silenced her question by grasping the nape of her neck and softly drawing her further into his spell. He kissed her sweetly and slowly, memorizing the curve of her lips and the sounds certain actions produced.

Like when he’d pull back to softly suck on her bottom lip, she did this little pant and whine with a small wiggle combo. When he’d lighten the pressure to lay the softest pecks on the corners of her lips, one after another, and she’d try to pull him closer, practically begging for more. Or when he tongued her down and she couldn’t help but moan and scoot in his lap, trying to get closer, holding him like a boa constrictor, allowing him to adjust his grasp on her to that of her cloud-like soft cheeks. His favorite part of kissing her though? When she’d let her true desires take control, gripping his copper curls and carrying out her own assault on his bottom lip. They spent what felt like an eternity exploring each other’s lips and responses.

When M’Baku finally leaned back, giving them a reprieve to help catch their breaths, Nora was deep in the Jabari Chief’s haze. Eyes glazed over, lips parted as if to ask for another kiss, fingers mindlessly playing with the curls at the base of his neck, Elinora was in bliss. There wasn’t any thought of her traumatic past or fear of the hope she had for a future with M’baku, just the moment. A pause in her day that was full of all the peace and serenity she’d been praying for these last two decades.

M’Baku hated to break her out of the peaceful fog, but knew it was vital they communicate with more than their spirits. Still wanting to savor the moment, he brushed a stray curl that’d escaped from her messy bun, cupping her face in his hand so that he could tilt it, exposing more of her neck. After a few moments savoring the beauty of such an angelic face, he marked her soul some more. Planting kiss after kiss along her collarbone, up her neck and face, making sure to drag his lips across her jawline and behind her ear before working his way over her cheekbone and resting his lips against her closed eyelid. Satisfied, he switched his hold on her face from one hand to the other so he could repeat his actions on her other side.

After he’d deemed his work momentarily complete, he’d grasped the nape of her neck with both hands, slowly massaging the underside of her face where her jaw met her neck.

“Sithwanda sam? My love?” M’Baku used a little more pressure when all he got in response was a nonsensical moan. “Omncinci, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Mmmmdontwanna,” she mumbled back.

Keeping one hand on her nape, M’Baku used his other hand to cup her ass again, squeezing both firmly. “Open them now or I’ll make you.”

Nora whined, but she complied, peeling her eyelids back open despite feeling like they had been glued shut.

M’Baku placed the hand that was on her face to the small of her back, softly stroking it with just his thumb as he spoke.

“Can you see how much we’ve been pulled towards each other? Ever since I laid eyes on you, hell, even since I stepped foot on this compound, I’ve felt this energy drawing me to you and I know you feel it too. I can literally feel how much more intense it is for you than me, so don’t lie to me. Don’t let another untrue word cross your lips when we both have known since day 1 that as far as this universe is concerned, you are bound to me and I to you. I am doing my best to be patient my love, but it is not in my nature, especially when the answer is so clear, when our connection is so clear.”

Nora pulled her hands from his neck and placed them in their laps, breaking her gaze from M’Baku to look at them as she fiddled.

“Sithwanda sam?”

“Hmm?” she hummed back, not willing to speak past the growing lump in her throat and the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

M’Baku used a forefinger to lift her gaze back to his.

“Oh sithwanda sam, tell me who hurt you so deep. Tell me who I must kill in order to give you your smile back.”

Nora lowered her gaze again shaking her head as a few rogue tears slipped past her closed lids, doing her best to sniffle quietly as she ever so faintly said, “I already killed them. It’s how I found out about my powers.”

M’Baku grasped her face in both hands, lifting it for him to place gentle kisses over her lids, down her cheeks over her tears, and a few pecks to her lips. “Let me love the pain away. Please omcinci.”

Nora shook her head again, pressing her lips into a thin line and trying to remove herself from M’Baku’s hold, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Elinora,” his voice boomed with his determination.

She whimpered.

“Please umphefumulo wami. Please, please please please please please please, please,” he begged and he kissed her over and over.

“Let me try, let me prove that my love is capable of wiping this despair away,” he said as he gazed in her eyes.

By now Nora couldnt stop her tears from flowing freely and that last statement tore a sob from her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nodded once, and let the decades of loneliness and deep anguish out.

M’Baku held her for what felt like an eternity, holding her close and stroking her back as she calmed back down. Even after she stopped crying he continued to hold and caress her, showing her better than he could tell her that he would always be there for her. 

She would always be able to find comfort and solace in his arms.

Chapter 9...on the way

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[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know of any Halloween/fall M’Baku or T’Challa fics?

M'BAKU / T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

M'BAKU HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

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risky dreams- @eerythingisshaka

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the arrival series- @muse-of-mbaku

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T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

three king of dreams (ft. erik and m’baku (for christmas but still a little spooky), a single prick series- @supersizemeplz

fictober 27 “remember, you have to remember”;  “fictober 29″ at least it can’t get any worse”- @eerythingisshaka

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[tchallasbabymama]

Blossoming Ashes

[Coming 2024, 18+]

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory, or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

This story is set in the same universe as Troubled Waters. You can absolutely read it without reading the first, but I suggest doing so anyway.

M'Baku x Amita (OC)

angst, smut

Be sure to check out my full masterlist and let me know if you want to be tagged!

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[simplesisypheantask]

Study Buddy

M'Baku x black!oc

She couldn't tell if he was even okay with being partners, but they were stuck together, and she was determined to get a good grade. Nevertheless, it would help to have him be open and forthright for once about how he felt about her...

~*~*~*~*~*~

If there was ever a moment where he hadn't had the biggest crush on her, he could not for the very life of him, remember it.

#m'baku #m'baku x black!oc #black original character #high school au

[umber-cinders]

Mount Jabari

Relationships: M’Baku x Black!FemReader

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Summary: M’Baku, Leader of the Jabari Tribe is one of the most frustrating people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He’s as annoying as he is strong and good looking. That alone should be enough to keep you from wanting to do anything more than bicker with him whenever you meet, right? You definitely haven’t developed any sort of feelings for him…right? Lol-  WRONG!

Feel free to Reblog and Comment ❥ This should go without saying but DO NOT republish this somewhere else. Or I'll send The Dora Miljae after you.

Warnings: 🔞Mature Content ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Explicit Sexual Content, Cussing/Bad Language, Shameless Smut, Porn with a bit of plot, Some light choking, Sex, Enemies to Lovers if you squint, Size Difference, Overstimulation, A bit of fighting, A bit of fucking, Mild Spanking

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Okoye was right. M’Baku was an oaf; a big stupid musclebrained oaf- From the day that he came down from the Jabari Mountains to challenge T’Challa, to the day after the battle with Killmonger and the Border Tribe turncoats. As you’d come to tend to his wounds in the infirmary, he’d slowly looked you over and deemed you cute. It had to have been meant offensively because you had been glaring at him as you treated him for the minor cuts and bruising he had received. Your narrow-eyed glower of disapproval had only prompted a smirk from him before you went back to your task of stitching his shoulder.

“You can glare at me but you cannot speak your mind? What? Are you without your tongue?” He chuckled sarcastically.

Beside him, on the next bed, his lieutenant Kelechi and a few other Jabari warriors sounded off with low laughter as well. You always found it mildly aggravating how much they seemed to follow his lead in jokes without a single thought going on in their own heads.

You gave the Jabari leader a tight, forced smile. “I am not talking- Jabari-man- because I am trying to concentrate on my work so that you- and the rest of your coconut friends- can get back to the snowy mountains where you belong.”

“Ah, she speaks!” M’Baku crooned.

More laughter. Ugh.

“You need to work on your insults. Calling someone a coconut is hardly a good comeback.” He declared.

You rolled your eyes and spoke immediately without thinking, “I think that calling you a coconut is a perfectly valid insult considering your head is empty like one.”

⇈ Read The Rest On Ao3 ⇈

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[mbakuwife]

I guess nobody writes about Mbaku no more ..

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[devnicolee]

Impure thoughts were most certainly thought when I saw this pic on Lupita’s Instagram 🥵

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[mickimomo]

Late Night Thoughts with a Sleep Deprived Attoye Chef

Attuma's Indecent Exposure Citation

@umber-cinders birthed this idea. I just wrote it. 🤣

This is what I'm seeing:

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows as he settled down on the throne. He recalled coming to an agreement with everyone that he wouldn't be holding any more meetings after the last one they had discussing the plans for Shuri's coronation ceremony.

The council, however, had called an emergency meeting.

Something about indecent exposure of a talokanil warrior and mortified people at a restaurant in the capital of Wakanda.

It only took him ten seconds to realize it had something to do with:

A. Okoye

because she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Okoye was the legendary bald-headed demon of Wakanda. She did not cower before anyone.

and

B. Attuma

because if Okoye was acting odd. It probably had something to do with her talokanil warrior.

And if he had to make a wild guess, it probably had to do with the dinner he had attended a few days ago.

"Glory to Hanuman." He grunted as he pinched the bridge of his nose as everyone stood and sat in their respective spots. "Why am I looking at you all while sitting on this throne?" He frowned. "Did you all forget that Shuri should be here and I should be sitting with the uptight people? Was that not our goal for our next meeting?"

Zawavari wrinkled her nose. "We would not be here if there were not reports of a certain blue man pummeling one of Wakanda's greatest disappointments into a table."

Attuma launched his axe at the council woman, intentionally missing her person by two centimeters before it got stuck in the floor.

The entire room was silent as they looked at the warrior in shock.

"I apologize. My axe fell." He feigned a smile before moving forward to retrieve it. Namor grunted something, forcing him to remain by his side.

"Fell!?" Zawavari snapped. "It flew!" She screamed. "He just tried to kill me!"

"Perhaps we should discuss this matter without referring to Okoye as a disappointment." M'Baku offered. "The people of Talokan tend to get violent when it comes to defending their lover's honor."

"She does not have honor!"

"And that axe did not kill you." He warned her.

Zawavari opened her mouth in shock before clenching her hands into tight fists. "He was pummeling Okoye into a table!" She snapped.

"Pummeling?"

"My king." She frowned.

"Pummeling implies fighting." He kissed his teeth. "Am I supposed to punish the shark man for sparring with his midnight angel?"

M'Kathu clicked his tongue. "That big blue man-" he pointed at Attuma. "-was being intimate with my niece."

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows. "Define intimate."

"My king!" Zawavari cried out again.

"Intimate could be kissing and holding hands. Am I supposed to lock them up for being a couple?"

Aj K'uk'ulkan hid his smile behind his hand at the king's teasing.

Zawavari took a deep breath. "My king, I am trying to hold a proper discussion."

"Well, the properness is not making things clear."

She narrowed her eyes. "That blue man had sex with Okoye on a table at a local restaurant."

M'Baku tilted his head. "Is that so?"

"Yes, my king."

"And what do you suggest I do to punish them?"

"We would like to request that blue man be given a citation for indecent exposure."

"And what will a piece of paper do? Mm?" He arched a brow before looking to Namor. "Are you scared of paper?"

"No." He chuckled.

"The King of Talokan said no."

"Then kick him out!" The head of the River Tribe huffed. "I have been rather quiet about my opinion on the shark warrior, but this is too much!" He straightened up in his seat. "If we let him get away this, others will start. People who are eating and drinking do not want to see them in this manner!"

M'Baku rubbed his temples before looking at Namor.

He arched a brow.

The god king only shrugged.

He looked at Okoye.

"Did you actively participate in this?"

"Please don't make me speak on this matter."

"Ah?" He arched a brow. "Then you will be punished too."

"I will accept whatever punishment you give."

"Alright." He hummed. "I will banish Attuma of Talokan and Okoye of Wakanda from Wakanda for a week to atone for this crime. They will also be expected to apologize to the owners of the restaurant and assist with repairing any damages they may have caused." He looked to the council. "Does that sound good?"

They all nodded in consensus.

"Alright. The decision has been made. Can I end this meeting?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alright. Meeting adjourned-"

"-Aht. Aht!" Zawavari bolted up. "If they are both banished from Wakanda. They will be together!"

"Whatever happens outside of Wakanda is not of my concern." M'Baku waved off the woman before getting up.

"My king!" She scowled.

"It is outside my jurisdiction-o! Do not pester me!" He grunted. "I am tired."

Aneka and Oni looked at each other before exchanging a handshake and whisper.

"They about to be in Talokan hitting it back to back to- OW!" Aneka whined as Okoye smacked her over the head. "What was that for!"

She gave her a knowing look before walking away with a huff.

She was pissed, but relieved to have gotten off with such a light punishment.

Attuma wasn't going to get any affection during their punishment, and he knew it.

It was only fair since he had gotten her in trouble.

He could only help that after everything was over and they had completed their punishment, she'd be extremely needy for his touch.

After all, distance made the heart grow fonder.

And scene.

I kept it sweet, simple, and short.

But y'all. I'm getting kinda feral about that crack ship I was talking about the other day. 👀 I was trying not to let it show between the two kings. But I'm struggling. 🫣 Might have to write something.

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[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

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

The Adored One (Complete)

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

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

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

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

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

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

Promises (Complete)

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

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

Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

#erik killmonger x poc #erik killmonger fic #erik kilmonger x reader #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa x poc #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku fic #erik killmonger x black!oc #erik stevens #t'challa udaku #mbaku x black!oc #m'baku x reader #m'baku #m'baku fanfiction

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Under The Influence | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 11: ~Lost Boy~

For Chapter 10: ~Please Don’t Leave~ click here.

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“But I do have to go talk to him now then." He stroked a piece of her hair back that had escaped from her bun and she nodded, letting her arms fall to each side of her body weakly again. "I'll be back, beautiful."

"Okay, Baku. I'll stay around the palace."

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She kissed his cheek one more time before she wandered off into the palace to do her daily tasks as usual. M'Baku had waited until she was completely out of his sight in the meantime before he slowly turned around, his eyes landing on the dark ones he could feel burning into his back from the shadows. "I can't seem to ever truly win, can I?" The king asked and stepped in front of M'Baku, leaving the trusted shadows to show himself standing tall and powerful.

"I see you've been watching us. If you're talking about Ms. Gold, she's all yours." He calmly stated, his heart aching at the words that left his mouth. He never talked about a woman like she was an object or someone's property, and yet what he had said sounded exactly like it. He felt disgusted with himself.

"She doesn't hold me the way she holds you." He answered sharply and M'Baku lifted his shoulders.

"It'll come. Just give her time."

"I gave her plenty of time."

"Have you ever noticed how she looks at you? How she talks about you?" M'Baku tilted his head, back straightened. "She is willing to risk her job, willing to commit to you, willing to give her heart and her body to you. She had sex with me for a reason, lost boy. She doesn't trust people easily and if she gave herself to you that's already a huge step for her."

"What did you call me?" Erik turned more aggressive, but it didn't affect M'Baku at all.

"Have you even heard a word I said?" He slowly folded his hands in front of his broad body, putting on a stern facial expression.

"I heard you fucking called me a lost boy."

"Because you are. You're mentally not prepared to be a king, you don't know what you're doing and your negative emotions are all over the place. You're not an outsider anymore, you're accepted by most of Wakanda thanks to your advisor and so there is no reason to hold onto your hatred. Act like a king if you want to be seen as one." He advised and turned his back to him. He wasn't going to work together with him anymore, and he definitely wasn't going to let go of Ven yet, not when she was with such a still unstable man, but he did believe he could help. Erik needed guidance and M'Baku could perhaps push him into the direction he needed to go in as a new king of Wakanda. "And as long as you don't, I won't back away from spending time with Ms. Gold."

"She's not yours anymore." Erik growled, but calmed down his anger right away.

"She never was, but as long as she isn't your queen, she isn't yours either." He watched him from over his shoulder, trying to see if his words were getting through him, and ordered his guards to start returning to the mountains again. He wasn't planning to stick around. If Ven wanted to see him again the only thing she had to do was contact him, but he had to return home to his people too. He was an important leader too after all.

Erik, however, was enraged. He couldn't believe M'Baku dared to talk to him like that.

It made his blood boil and he stormed back inside the palace, all the guards on purposely avoiding him not to anger him more on the way to his throne room. Still no one dared to cross him even though he had shown extreme care for his people.

Erik dropped himself onto his throne, his eyes scanning the place as he thought to himself.

He did what was best for his people, right? He made sure they were safe. He made sure people outside of Wakanda could ask for help too. What else did they want from him?

M'Baku's words really got to him and he had no idea why.... normally he was able to turn off caring what people said, caring only about his own plan....

What happened to him....?

"My king?" Ven quietly questioned as she walked in, pulling him back from his self doubting thoughts.

"Erik to you, princess."

"What happened, Erik?" She stood before him, back straight and hands neatly folded behind her back.

"Nothing for you to worry about, mama. I had a little talk with Lord M'Baku. That's all." He ran his hands through his dreads and took in a deep breath, trying to forget about it.

"About what?" She tilted her head, wondering how the conversation went if he was so quiet and one-toned.

"You already know about what." He leaned forward, legs wide as he leaned on them with his elbows. He had a dangerous glare in his eyes, but it didn't affect Ven much. She wasn't scared of him, they were surrounded by Dora Milaje who would protect her.

"Well, I'm curious how it went, so please tell me what you said." She turned back to her advisor act, not showing him any friendliness or love either. Actually anything besides seriousness and stern she didn't show.

"That you were mine and he was never allowed to see you again." He lied and watched her poker face turn to sadness instantly.

"Yes, my king." She bowed her head, also to hide her tears bottling up and turned around. "I'll see you at dinner...."

"See ya later, princess."

She shivered at the cold tone in his voice.... no love, no warmth, no nothing.

She walked away, turning around to take him in one more time as the guards closed the doors of the throne room. That wasn't the Erik she knew. He was quiet and emotionless. Slouched and uninterested. It looked to her as if he was covering up some emotions he felt and she wondered what really went down back when they talked.

She grabbed one of her Kimoyo Beads to contact M'Baku as soon as she was out of everyone's sight.

"Hey beautiful, what is it you want to talk about?"

"What happened when you two talked? Erik changed and his posture is different too. I have never seen him like this, not even before he had killed King T'Challa."

"He's confused with himself and he's working through some issues I had to point out to him, love. He won't be himself for a long time until he understands what I meant." He gave her a comforting smile and she nodded.

"He told me you weren't allowed to see me again."

"Even if he did tell me that, you know he doesn't have a real say in that. Until he has worked on himself, I won't let him take care of you too so I can offer you to stay with me until he's ready to take you back."

"You think he would hurt me if I stayed?"

"I can't say for sure, but he won't be there for you the way he was now he himself is lost. Let him calmly fix himself, calmly become the king he needs to be, and then go back to him. I will send him my advisor if you decide to stay with me so he still has all the help he needs. It's saver, beautiful."

"I know, you promise you will send him your advisor right away? I don't want him to feel even more lost."

"I promise he will have all the help he can get. I will see him every week too."

"You still have my extra stuff at your place?"

"It's still here and all washed. There are some guards waiting in the garden for you if you decide to come. They have warm clothing for you with them too."

"Thank you, Baku. I'll see you soon."

"Okay, love. I'll make sure your room is ready."

They hang up and she put the Kimoyo Bead back into her bracelet.

Was she really going to leave without telling Erik....? Or was she willing to take the risk and announce her leaving....

"Jesus, what do I do....?" She whispered and watched the garden from her window.

#venery gold #black panther #M'Baku #m'baku x oc #Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger x oc #n'jadaka #under the influence #angst

[blackqueengold]

The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior

A/N: Hello everyone :) I have updated the first chapter of The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior.... Pls don't come at me that I have taken a long time to come back to writing, I had to come back for y'all ❤️. And now.... Ladies & Gens... Enjoy the ride 😈 *blows out a candle*

Chapter 1

After Wakanda and Talokan have gone into war, both sides had to mourn for the loses of their people, buried the love ones, and had to rebuild. Okoye is the general of the midnight angels with Aneka. M’Baku is Regent king until Shuri comes back from Haiti, but he has been hiding someone from the whole world.

“There you go buddy, swim carefuly, alright?” the woman smiles as she pats the whale and swims away as her tail shines as the sunlight seeps into the ocean.

“Well time to go, M’Baku and Umama must be waiting for me in river tribe borders”, she made her way up to the surface, swam towards her paddle boards and sat on it to let her tail dry but also looked around to check if no one has seen her as she stood up and paddled her way to the border of the river tribe in her paddle board.

She had a beautiful and rare tail for a siren, the only one in the Atlantic Ocean, and had a beauty like no one else that could compare.

“Brother, Umama I’m back from my swim”, she announced herself as she stopped her board at the edge of the entrace of the River tribe. She looked for her brother but he wasn’t there.

“Ah jonga obuyileyo”, Okoye gave the woman a kind smile as they talked in Xhosa.

“Ewe Umama”, they hugged and thanked the river tribe for letting her swim from their borders.

“Umama, where’s M’Baku?” she asks.

“At the palace”, the woman hummed in understanding.

“Tell me Aiyana, how’s the whale doing?” Okoye asks.

“It’s doing well, poor baby I couldn’t find the mother anywhere”, she looked down as they enter the palace and Okoye hummed to understand her sadness.

“Aiyana, we’re having a meeting as your brother is king and we’re meeting with the Serpent god king of Talokan”, Okoye wanted to dismember all of them from what they have done to Wakanda.

“Umama umonde”, Aiyana patted her mother's back to calm her down.

“How can you be so calm if you weren’t at war?” Aiyana could’ve swear she saw fumes coming out of her mother’s ears.

“Umama, when you all told me what has happened to Wakanda and the war, yes I was mad at the king and it’s people from Talokan. But if you want peace, you need to let go as the waves in the ocean”, she turned around looking at her mother as she dries the rest of her hair.

Okoye looked at her daughter figure seriously as she wanted to burn holes into her daughter’s skull.

“Umama, if you keep looking at me like this you’re gonna make me faint”, Aiyana arched an eyebrow as she looked at her mother.

“You’re keen in thinking and strong and wise in words and behavior”, Okoye patted her cheek.

“Enkosi Umama”, she saluted her arms in respect.

Aiyana went up to her house to bath and change into a (dress) that was adorned with jewels she got from trading some of the medicine she made and did her hair into a braid lower ponytail. She then went down to the throne room where the meeting was taking place. Once she entered, everyone stopped talking and stared at her as she made her way to her brother.

“Brother M’Baku”, she bowed.

“Rise sister, sit”, he smiled at his sister having almost everyone in shock, only the river representative smiled at Aiyana as she sat next to her brother and the other representatives.

“M’Baku, you never told us you had a sister”, the border tribe representative held in his shocked face as he looked at Aiyana.

“I’ve kept my sister away from the horrors of this past war? yes, was it beneficial? Also yes”, M’Baku smiled.

“She could’ve help us to win the war—”, spears were slammed into the floor by the Dora Milaje.

"Enough, I will not sit here and listen to your complaint", M'Baku added calmy interrupting the border tribe.

“Well I—”, he got interrupted a second time was mad.

“Are we gonna talk about me or the problem at hand today?” Aiyana looked at the man’s eye for a good second before looking away to see the other representatives and the Talokanil king. She also noticed he was with two other people of high status.

‘Maybe generals?’ she thought as she looked at the tall one with the hammerhead shark skull on his head.

Attuma stole a look of Aiyana when they looked eye to eye as everyone around them were talking about the problem at hand.

“Queen Shuri wants us to make an alliance with Talokan”, M’Baku looked around the room.

“We won’t make an alliance with this….fish people who brought us into war and destroyed our home”, the mining tribe expressed.

"Excuse me? if it wasn't for Wakanda sending one of their people to our nation for taking the scientist to kill her and killing one of ours to take both the princess and scientist then the war wouldn't have happened for your incompetence", soon the whole room was full of yelling to one another, and Aiyana sighed as the high pitch of the screams were bothering ger ears.

“There’s a saying that goes ‘Once an enemy, ALWAYS an ally’", she stood up and walked around the tribes representtives and the talokanil king with his generals, "so if both kingdoms want peace, what’s there to lose through this alliance? Both kingdoms suffered from loss of their people because recent war from both sides that are at fault, not just one but both. Both kingdoms suffered the consequence. From this, both kingdoms would be ready to protect each other if there’s something coming in the future and can get know each other as well”, Aiyana held her head high as she was explaining everything.

“Leti’ jach na’atja’an”, the male general whispered to his king.

“I agree with your sister, King M’Baku. She’s keen at thought and wise as she speaks, Talokan would be ready to protect Wakanda from any future attacks and would always be here to give guidance”, K’uk’ulkan said while looking at Aiyana as he expresses himself to the council.

“Itshiwo kakuhle”, Ayo whispered and Aiyana smiled.

“Do we all agree with Aiayana?” almost all the tribes agreed to the plan.

“Alright Wakanda and Talokan will sign the peace treaty”, which it has been signed by shuri and now by M’Baku and K’uk’ulkan.

“Well this meeting is adjourned”, they all bow to both kings to take their leave first and then Aiyana left with the Dora Milaje.

“Sister”, M’Baku called out to Aiyana to come to him.

“Yes brother?” she ask.

“Meet the King of Talokan, K’uk’ulkan and his generals”, M’Baku introducing them.

“King K’uk’ulkan and generals, it’s an honor to meet you”, she bowed and looked at her brother.

“I must go, I have to go to my study and have training with Umama later on”, she started to walk away but soon got stopped.

"K'uk'ulkan do forgive my rudeness in the throne room, both kingdoms need strengthed the union for both sides to be at peace with each other in the near future", Aiyana advised and took a look at Attuma once more before she turned around and left.

After Aiyana left, Attuma kept looking at where she walked still amazed by her beauty.

“Leti’e jach ki’ichpam”, Attuma declared as he remembers Aiyana, the way she spoked in the meeting. Enchanting. While Namora was looking at Attuma in disgust and wanted to stick her spear into his chest to put him in place. K’uk’ulkan just looked at him with a smile.

“Choko poolech, ku ts’aik asco”, Namora said as she made her way outside to go home. Then Attuma and K’uk’ulkan left after her. He wanted to know more about Aiyana, he was mesmerized by her beauty and how she held herself together in the midst of problems of the council.

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Translations:

Ah jonga obuyileyo- Look who came back

Ewe Umama- Yes mom

Umama- mom or mother

Umama umonde- Mom patience

Enkosi Umama- Thank you mom

Leti’ jach na’atja’an- she's smart

Itshiwo kakuhle- Well said

Leti’e jach ki’ichpam- She’s so beautiful

Choko poolech, ku ts’aik asco- You're crazy, it disgusts me

#HOT ATTUMA #Attuma #Liikik Talokan #Wakanda forever #HOT DADDY ATTUMA DONT GET IT TWISTED #attuma x OC #namora of talokan #k'uk'ulkan #shuri udaku #m'baku #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

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Ménage à Trois Part Deux: Chapter One

Hey there! Mholo! Sawubona! What’s been up??? I know y’all missed me, and I missed y’all too. I think I’m figuring out the whole work/life balance thing a little better, but I still have less time to write than I used to. That being said, it might take longer than before, but I just couldn’t wait to start this series finally! For those of you who are new here, welcome, and check out the first part of this series HERE before you read part 2. Also, check out my masterlist HERE to see my other stories.

Your feedback is always appreciated, so leave comments and please, please, PLEASE reblog if you like what you read. As always, just let me know if you want to be added to this taglist, and ENJOY!😘 

Word count: 5,023

T’Challa looked out over the bustling Golden City and tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg. An annoyed grimace tightened his handsome face while his eyes frantically searched the skies for even the tiniest hint of movement from the west. Even though the king desperately wanted to pace around the room, he stood still while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night. His agitation grew as the time ticked on, but despite his less-than-pleasant mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The embroidered black ensemble he chose for the occasion covered his streamlined body like running water. The locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bejeweled bun, and he looked every bit a king.

A knock at the door eased T’Challa’s anxious mind for a second until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a silky golden scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he pivoted to positivity quickly enough for Shuri to miss his initial reaction. 

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but she still dapped him up in their special way. He was still her favorite person, no matter how much he annoyed her. 

“Whatever,” she sucked her teeth. “I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Zora. And she’s about as honest as they come!”

T’Challa’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late,” grumbled the king. 

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She also never gets anywhere on time.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro. She’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, they just could not pull her away from conversing with the crowd.”

The princess smiled.

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” she asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest. 

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged as she plopped down on the end of the bed and began picking at her fingernails–an anxious habit that she rarely resorted to. T’Challa immediately caught on to her discomfort, and his overprotective nature flared in his chest. He hated when Shuri wasn’t her normal bubbly self.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed away the tension that had built in his shoulders just that quickly.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The exasperated younger sibling groaned as she fell backward onto the bed, “She won’t stop trying to set me up!”

“Who is it now?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest to look at Shuri in disbelief before continuing his job. 

“She’s not your type,” T’Challa stated as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother!”

“I will talk to her,” the king chuckled at her dramatics.

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and the communication bead rolled down into his palm. 

“Speak, and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-”

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?” T’Challa asked with an accusatory tone, his eyes squinting curiously.

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a two-hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening. 

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to. And need I remind y’all I’m not even that late? We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.” 

“It’s because she listens.”

“She’s paid to listen; I’m not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression. 

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing T’Challa’s nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra. Still, she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred students of all ages, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora, would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking who she thought would benefit most from the carefully crafted program. Now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome. 

As excited as Zora was for her exchange program to begin, she was running on fumes and needed time to relax and refuel. Not only had she just left Ghana, but she and T’Challa had just visited several Outreach Centers before that. Their trip started in Oakland at the very first Outreach Center. Then, they made stops in Houston, New Orleans, Chicago, D.C., and Atlanta before finishing their rounds in Charleston, where they met their goddaughter for the first time. Unfortunately, T’Challa couldn’t visit long because the elders called him away to handle a security problem near the southern border, but what little time he spent with the new addition to their extended family was more than enough to make an impact on Zora.

Indigo Ayers-Odun, daughter of Keisha and Dakarai, absolutely took Zora’s breath away. She was the best of both her parents, with her mother’s catlike eyes and her father’s broad smile. Zora and T’Challa were both tickled by how cautious the little girl was with them initially. Dakarai’s cautious nature shone through her before Keisha’s bubbly personality took over once she determined they were trustworthy enough for her to bless them with her laughter. She was a little miracle. One that captured the attention of everyone around her and made them wonder about making little miracles of their own. 

Zora got caught up in the magic. As soon as she observed T’Challa playing with the infant, she began wondering if maybe the time was right to try for one. She thought of her belly stretching and her hips cracking to make way for a baby that she hoped looked like her twin, and a warmth filled her chest. Those thoughts didn't stick around long, though. They were quickly shot down by her logical mind telling her she was too busy for babies, but they still lingered in the back of her consciousness like a dull headache.

T’Challa noticed the way Zora’s eyes seemed to look past Indigo into the potential future, and M’Baku saw it when she called him on her kimoyo beads so he could see the baby while stuck in Jabariland. Neither man mentioned their observation, but they both held onto hope that they could become parents soon. They tried to hide their baby fever from Zora so she wouldn’t feel pressured, but she knew what they wanted. And as the days passed by, she wanted it more and more, too…

The thought of a tiny hand wrapping around her tattooed finger made Zora sigh as her eyes examined the design, and Bahati smiled knowingly at her friend. 

“Missing your Jabari man?” she asked.

Zora simply nodded, not wanting to get too deep into the true reason for her melancholy. 

“The gala will fly by, and you can be together after.”

“I know,” Zora sighed again. “I just hate having to treat him like a spare.”

“Zora, I’m sure he knows he’s not a spare. This is all just for show. It’s all politics.”

Zora glanced at herself in the full-body mirror, and a sense of déjà vu washed over her as she found herself transported back to her first morning waking up in Wakanda. She’d never forget the day that Bahati first gave her, Keisha, and that incompetent ambassador a tour of the country that she now called home. She had come a long way in just two, almost three short years. Zora was just an ambassador’s assistant when she first came to Wakanda. So much had changed in her life with that trip to Wakanda. It was supposed to be for a few short weeks, and she ended up falling in love with the country and two of its sons and sticking around. Now, Zora couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.

“Don’t worry. Tonight will be a breeze,” Bahati reassured Zora as she gave her one last glance over to check for anything out of place.

Zora smiled at her friend and let the optimistic words wash over her. Tonight would be a breeze…

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Black students and their chaperones, journalists, and government officials from across the diaspora flew into Birnin Zana earlier that day, and each member of the royal family greeted them with a welcoming speech when they arrived. Shuri spoke of her excitement about sharing her technology with the brilliant young minds that had come to Wakanda. Ramonda spoke of how her travels with her late husband only gave her a taste of the outside world but encouraged the young Wakandans that would spend time beyond their borders to truly appreciate the cultural exchange. T’Challa ended the welcome brunch by telling them how the program came to be: Zora. He explained her absence and promised she’d grace them with her presence at the gala when she returned that evening. 

Zora ensured each guest received a kimoyo bracelet complete with translator capabilities, and Wakandan tour guides were assigned to small groups of five to ten people. The following day, they’d all receive the same tour that Bahati and T’Challa gave Zora and Keisha when they arrived, plus more specialized tours based on academic focus. The Wakandan students would be greeted by their host communities in their own unique but similar ways. They mingled with their visitors with ease, and by the start of the gala, the only thing that separated them was the culturally specific styles of their formal attire.

The event was held in the palace courtyard, with the setting sun front and center for the guests to marvel at while they trickled into the space from their lodgings across the city. Zora had spent months working with a team of artists, contractors, and craftspeople to make sure the courtyard (as well as the entire palace and the visitor’s apartments) was perfect and to her liking for her visitors. Drummers struck their instruments with their palms in a high-energy rhythm that got the guests dancing before the event began. By the time the guests spotted the Royal Talon descending from the sky on the other side of the palace spires, spirits were so high that they erupted into applause that rang out loud enough for Zora to hear inside the aircraft. 

She was a vision in black when T’Challa laid eyes on her as she came down the ramp, and as soon as she saw him, her face lit up. Zora ran to T’Challa and jumped into his arms, not caring about messing up their formal attire or makeup. Their lips locked in a wet embrace they had longed for over the past two weeks, and their bodies came alive at the other’s touch. His firm hands held her up and grabbed her cheeks to pull her body closer to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tongues explored mouths, and they breathed as one again.

Being apart for the past two weeks was rough for Zora and T’Challa. Seeing Indigo brought up a lot of emotions for them both, and being without their loves during that time made for some lonely nights. Kimoyo chats can only do so much, especially when Zora loved taking every opportunity she could to tease her man. Her fingers would explore her depths while she panted and moaned and called his name, wishing her walls were contracting around his girth, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself until he overflowed with passion watching her performance. He’d tell her what to do, and she’d become her bratty self instantly, forcing him to keep a running tab of her infractions.

There were eight.

Half of those infractions come from her insistence on not calling him by whatever name he allows her to at the time. Sometimes he wants to hear her call him the same name as the rest of the world, and other times he only allows “Sir.” When she wants to get under his skin, she’s always resorted to calling him by his title, and T’Challa kept count of four times when she chose to push that button.

Another three came from her refusal to take his directions. He told her to remove her panties; she pushed them to the side. He ordered her to stop rubbing her clit when she seemed like she was about to climax, but Zora did it anyway, a satisfied smirk on her face as her juices dripped down on her hand. Then, her striptease while the king was in a meeting with the council. Every few seconds, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads dinged with a picture that he dared not open until after the meeting, each one of her in fewer clothes than the one before. By the time he called her after the meeting ended, she was cumming all over her favorite vibrator and screaming his name in her soundproof suite on the Talon while he tried his best to maintain composure in the two free minutes he had in his schedule.

The last infraction was when Zora’s bratty side got out of hand. T’Challa had missed her usual before-bedtime call, and when he called her back twenty minutes later, Zora was tired and cranky from a long day of global politicking. Her attitude made her mouthy, and when she accused him of sleeping with his assistant, he’d had enough. The following day, she didn’t even remember their conversation, but the king had already begun plotting revenge. 

Those thoughts of punishment disappeared from T’Challa’s mind when he saw Zora in the flesh again. His heart nearly stopped as he took in her curves, from the royal purple polish on her stubby toes to the tip of the beaded halo resting comfortably in her curls. His hands felt like they were glued to her ass, and he couldn’t help but squeeze it tighter and test the jiggle in his hands to make sure it was all still there.

Zora whimpered against T’Challa’s mouth when his fingertips got dangerously close to her lower lips, and his body responded with a rush of blood between his legs. He pressed his pelvis into her warmth and held her tighter while she gripped him as if he would ever drop her.

“Oh, my Bast!”

Zora pried her eyes open at the interruption and saw T’Challa’s new assistant trying her best to remain professional. The rest of the staff was used to their displays of affection and worked around them like it was nothing, but poor Kidada looked stunned to see her boss and king in such a precarious position. 

“Uxolo kumkani–”

The two lovers cooled down and pulled apart with a chuckle, and the king waved off her nervous ramblings.

“No need to apologize, Kidada.”

She nodded and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her round nose, looking away nervously while Zora and T’Challa were both swarmed by their stylists. 

“How’s it looking out there?” Zora asked the assistant while the makeup artist touched up her lipstick.

“The visitors saw the Talon arrive, and they’ve begun asking for you.”

“We won’t keep them waiting much longer.”

“We?” T’Challa scoffed, and Zora cut her eyes at him, forcing Bahati to stifle a giggle.

“We’re a unit now, T’Challa, or have you forgotten your vows?” Zora teased, and it became T’Challa’s turn to cut his eyes.

“As if I could ever do such a thing.”

“I know, baby. You love me too much.”

“That and the eidetic memory,” T’Challa smirked, his eyes trailing up to the isicholo on Zora’s head. 

His mind traveled back to the day he first placed it there as vividly as if he still existed in that very moment. The procession through Birnin Zana was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen until they made it to the palace steps, and he was allowed to turn around and face his future wife. The brightly colored flower petals that filled the air and covered the ground they walked on as they made their way through the city streets had nothing on Zora in her intricately woven purple robes and stark white wedding paint. Ramonda comforted Cheryl as they gave their children away to be married on the palace steps, and both mothers had tearfully proud smiles on their faces as the priestess declared their union to be blessed by Bast. T’Challa remembered hearing slight sniffles coming from Shuri’s direction, but he was too busy gazing into his new wife’s twinkling eyes as he secured her crown.

Zora caught him staring, but she knew where his memory had taken him. She reached out her hand to intertwine their fingers, and the swirling patterns that the tattooist etched into their skin the day they were wed completed the design in the way they intended. 

“Let’s go,” she said with a soft smile.

T’Challa brought her hand to his lips and led the way out of the dressing room with Kidada, Bahati, and their Dora Milaje detail on their heels.

“My king, my queen,” Kidada rushed out as she followed behind them. “The queen mothers and the princess are already seated at the table, as are the council members, and the-”

“M’Baku?” Zora stopped walking and looked back at the assistant expectantly, but Kidada deferred to T’Challa.

“Zora,” he began, “he decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He sent Dembe in his absence.”

“Oh.” Disappointment weighed on Zora’s vocal cords like the heaviest boulder. “Is he ok?”

T’Challa sweetly cupped Zora’s face with the hand not interwoven with hers.

“He knew he could not remain professional in front of our guests.”

Zora nodded solemnly, and took a step forward, only to be pulled back into T’Challa’s embrace.

“My love, he-”

“I understand… it’s hard for me, too.”

He kissed her forehead, and the two of them took off again towards the courtyard with their entourage in tow. 

Zora tried to go over her speech, but her mind kept wandering back to M’Baku. She couldn’t help but feel a little hollow inside every time he came up. That emptiness came not just from missing her Jabari man, but because, in order to build relationships with foreign dignitaries, Zora had to become something she despised: dishonest. More than telling simple lies, she had to hide a piece of herself because of her global peers’ conservative sensibilities surrounding non-traditional relationships. 

Wakanda was already under so much scrutiny from the global press. The country’s name was being dragged through the mud by conservatives and liberals alike for their exclusionary practices, neither side of the political spectrum truly grasping the concept of reparations for descendants of chattel slavery. The United Nations was breathing down their necks for a taste of vibranium. Zora specifically had become the target of many a smear campaign calling her every foul name under the sun for “sleeping her way into the palace”—a sentiment that lost a news reporter in the UK his job when his boss mysteriously received pictures of said reporter in blackface taken just two years prior. 

To Wakandans, and many people around the world with liberated mindsets, polyamory is just another way of life; there are also many who see it as unacceptable, especially when a woman has more than one man. The woman is considered loose and therefore unworthy of respect, and the men are seen as weak for allowing such a thing to transpire. As incorrect as that thinking is, Zora knew all too well the ass-backward logic of the colonized world, and it was her decision to keep the true nature of her relationship with M’Baku under wraps to be taken seriously. The world would at least halfway respect a gold-digger, but a whore, especially when in the body of a Black woman, was seen as nothing more than an object to be used. To only speak when spoken to and to not demand the respect said whore deserves. 

That meant that while the visitors were inside Wakanda, the throuple was to act as a couple in public, and that M’Baku didn’t join Zora and T’Challa for diplomatic trips to foreign countries. However, when Zora chose to keep her other man from the world, she quickly learned that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. In fact, it downright ripped her apart every time she had to restrain herself from holding his hand or planting a kiss on his cheek in specific settings. Every time Zora had to lie about their relationship or stop herself from touching him, her stomach churned at the lack of affection, but she’d always more than make up for it later.

Zora gave up on practicing her speech and let her mind wander to after the gala when the three of them would be together for the first time in weeks. She knew her guilt would make it difficult for her to accept the intimacy that M’Baku and T’Challa were undoubtedly about to lay on her for both her successful event and to celebrate their reuniting after her travels. She’d have to pay extra close attention to M’Baku, but as soon as she began planning all the things she wanted to do to him, the group arrived at the final set of double doors leading to the courtyard. 

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The king and queen of Wakanda smiled so wide their cheeks hurt as they took picture after picture with their guests, much to Okoye’s dismay. She was on high alert, having so many foreigners in her home country, and although she loved the idea of the children coming to visit, she loathed the politicians and journalists that followed them. She didn’t trust them one bit, so she had her Dora Milaje, the palace guards, and the tribal warriors, on guard. Of course, each person had been vetted, and no weapons were brought into the country, but the warriors remained ready just in case something popped off. 

The general scanned the crowd while Zora spoke to a twelve-year-old girl who was interested in design and had complimented her isicholo when she noticed the entrance to the gardens darken, and a prominent figure appeared from the shadows. Okoye fought a smirk as she continued to survey the space, and as soon as the young girl left Zora’s side, she leaned in close to whisper a message to her queen.

“Your husband is here, kumkanikazi wam.”

Zora’s face lit up, and she instantly began searching the crowd for his figure until she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked T’Challa’s way, and his eyes darted to the back corner as he nodded in that direction, having heard Okoye’s whisper with ease. Zora’s gaze followed his lead, and not a second later, her body felt flush as she laid her eyes on none other than the chief of the Jabari himself. 

M’Baku stood near the entrance to the gardens wearing his chief furs, his large arm guards filling out his already massive silhouette in a way that made Zora’s mind go straight to the gutter. She felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of parading around his room in his furs while he was naked and tied down to his bed. The queen tried in vain to fight the urge to stare, but she was too weakened by his presence. He felt her gaze from across the room and looked away from his conversation with his liaison Dembe. Their eyes met, and it was as if the entire room had melted away. All that mattered was the man by her side and the man yards away from her. The only thing she felt was T’Challa’s warm arm sliding around her waist and the icy chill of M’Baku’s absence from her other side. 

Always knowing exactly what Zora was feeling, T’Challa leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now would be a good time for you to stretch your legs if you’d like.”

Zora tore her eyes away from M’Baku, and they landed square on the only man the entire world knew to be hers, a knowing and thankful smile gracing her plump lips before she met him for a chaste kiss. 

“I’ll be back.”

T’Challa unhanded her waist and let her slip from his side, his eyes slyly taking in her figure in her jumpsuit as she sashayed toward the gardens with Ayo not far behind. He didn’t have time to daydream about what lay beneath the dark fabric because the U.S. Secretary of State dampened his mood by stepping into his line of vision. 

While T’Challa was being hounded by Secretary Ross yet again, Zora slowly made her way through the room, stopping every few steps to mingle while she monitored M’Baku as she grew closer and closer to his warmth. When she stopped just four feet away from him to applaud a blended group of teenagers dancing together, he slipped away from Dembe and back into the gardens, causing Zora to smirk. So, he wanted to play games?

Zora glanced at T’Challa across the room to check in, and his slight nod gave her all the approval she needed.

“Ayo, please make sure we are undisturbed.”

“Ewe, kumkanikazi wam,” the lieutenant nodded and stood guard at the garden entrance. 

Zora winked at Dembe as she slipped through the gate, and they sent back a knowing little wave as she disappeared into the shrubbery. The sounds of the party grew fainter with every step she took into the depths of the lush gardens until her stilettos became louder against the stone path than the drums in the distance. Zora’s feet carried her all the way there on autopilot, and when she rounded the last corner, her body came alive when a warm presence engulfed her.

It was a presence she knew all too well, one she had joined with before Hanuman in a ceremony that brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down at the large hands that had taken hold of her waist, a smile took over her face at the black ink embedded in the skin. His and her hands marked forever to solidify their union, just as her right hand held the same marks that decorated T’Challa’s skin. Her smile grew wider when he pulled her in tight and kissed her neck, his hands gripping the two strands of beads that decorated her waist given to her by her two husbands in a much more intimate exchange within the confines of her bedroom.

“You were great up there, my sweet,” M’Baku rumbled into the crook of her neck, and Zora sighed into the deep vibrations.

“How would you know? You missed my speech.”

“Dembe recorded on their beads so I could still watch you.”

Zora turned around in his arms and cupped his bearded face in her hands.

“I wish you could’ve been there with me.”

M’Baku kissed her deeply.

“I do, too.”

Zora reached for his hand and led him to her favorite bench in the entire garden. It had been carved from the trunk of an ancient tree that fell during an unseasonably powerful storm that blew through the night Shuri was born and placed in a secluded corner of the gardens. The carpenter paid extra close attention to detail when they made it, and Zora couldn’t help but feel drawn to it every time she entered the green space. So much so that M’Baku and T’Challa regularly found her escaping her duties by reclining on that very bench and soaking up the fresh air in silence. 

“I have missed you, Zora,” M’Baku mumbled, his lips dusting over Zora’s knuckles as he planted soft kisses on her inked skin.

Zora’s lips met his before she could even think to preserve her makeup, and not seconds later, she was straddling his lap… until the sound of a shutter pierced the air, and a rustling of leaves forced them apart.

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Title: 𝐼𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑠

Pairing: Alpha!M’Baku x Black!OmegaReader

Summary: It has come time for Alpha M’Baku to cede his father in the role of packleader. You're well were aware of the so-called prophecy that was was given to Alpha M’Baku’s parents before he was born: To keep their lineage and pack strong and successful for generations to come, their first born son would have to find and mate with his soulmate. The entire concept is only vaguely interesting to you. You're not fond of the idea of prophecies and fates, but they sure are fond of you.

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Warnings: 🔞Dub-Con Elements🔞, ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Threats and talks or violence/murder, Implied Sexual Content, Asshole Family

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You honestly don’t understand what all the fuss is about. M’Baku is lord and leader of Pack Jabari; he throws parties and formal events all the damn time. And yet your stepmother, Ifeoma, and her daughters are all in a tizzy as if the world was about to end when they received word of this one. It didn’t take long to find out why. As you were sweeping the floor between the kitchen and dining room, it took about five seconds for Ifeoma’s eldest daughter, Ngozi, to run her mouth.

“Lord M’Baku is looking for a mate!” She squealed excitedly. “This is going to be the biggest party of my entire life!”

“Yeah, but all omegas of the pack are invited.” Uloma told her sister serenely.

Ngozi narrowed her eyes. “So?”

“So—” Uloma smiles. “I’d hate for my only sister to get her feelings hurt when he ends up choosing me instead.”

“In your dreams, Lolo!” Ngozi snorts. “He doesn’t want a little girl, he wants a woman—An omega that will be able to stand by his side and rule the pack with him!”

“I am twenty-one! That is hardly a little girl! I am of mating age! Besides, a lot of alphas like fresh omegas to shape into their wives.” Uloma declared.

“We’re two years apart! I’m not stale goods yet!” Ngozi snapped.

Your face visibly scrunched up into an annoyed grimace. Not only was their bickering headache-inducing, but the subject matter was cringeworthy.

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Punishment (M’Baku x OC)

A/N: Had a lot of half written stories and most of them are angsty lol but this one is fun and random. First story back in a longggg time. Used an OC (my fav - Asha) but feel free to read it as a reader x M’Baku story as well. Enjoy!

NSFW Warning: BDSM

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Asha kept her eyes trained on the floor as M'Baku circled her like a predator after trapping its prey. She had failed him… disobeyed him. She knew trying to talk herself out of her punishment would be futile and only serve to upset him farther. So she stood, stripped bare, waiting for him to make his move. 

Her voice hitched as she felt him press up against her back, his rock hard member pressed against her ass cheeks. She wanted to beg him for it, just a taste… a quickie. Anything. Her hips lightly swayed against him, her not-so-subtle attempt to distract him. He had had her on edge all evening, enjoying her torture throughout her date. And she only slipped up, given into her own pleasure, once. But it was enough for her to end up here completely at his mercy. 

“That’s not gonna work tonight, usana. You know why you are being punished, right slut?” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, his hot breath tickling her neck as he spoke to her. God this feels like torture, she thought to herself. But she knew this is exactly what he wanted. For her to ache for him so much so that she would take anything he offered, including this punishment. And she hated him for it, but he was right. At this point, she would gladly take as many spankings as he doled out as long as his hands were on her body some way, somehow. 

“Tell me.” 

“I c-came,” she whispered, her voice laced with guilt. “Without your permission.” 

“That’s right. Next time, you won’t make that mistake again, will you baby?” 

“No sir, I promise.” She still held some small ray of hope that the sincerity in her voice coupled with her ready and willing body would convince him to forgo the punishment and just fuck her brains out. But he snuffed out that light as quickly as it brewed. 

“Get on the bed. How I like it,” he smacked her ass lightly, propelling her forward. 

She scrambled to meet his order, sexily crawling to his bed and climbing on, giving him the deep arch in her back he enjoyed. M’Baku licked his lips as he stared at her perfect ass. He almost wanted to forgo her punishment and fuck her himself. But he knew that was what she wanted. 

“20. Count them out,” he ordered. 

Asha took in a deep breath, bracing herself. However, the hits did not come. Instead, she felt a finger dip into her pussy, which was dripping down with need. The threat of the spanking had turned her on more than she would ever admit. His dominance, his control over her - it was intoxicating. She moaned lightly as he pumped one finger in and out of her, his finger curling into her g-spot with every stroke. His thumb flicked her sensitive bud as he worked, pushing her up a mountain of desire as he went. 

“F-fuck. T-that feels s-so good. D-Don’t stop. P-please don’t stop,” she called out to him, her words punctuated by moans and pants. She was so wrapped up in her pleasure that she forgot about her impending punishment. But M'Baku certainly hadn’t. 

They had not been together long but he already knew her body like his own, which buttons to press and when she was close to her peak. And he felt it, her pussy clenching around his finger, the sign he needed that she was seconds away from asking for his permission to orgasm. And before she could open her mouth to ask, he removed his finger, taking her orgasm with him. 

Asha could feel the pleasure slipping through her hands like sand, a frustrated groan escaping her lips as all the sensors in her body screamed at her for ending their pleasure early. 

“Why did you st- OW!” She cried out as M'Baku interrupted her question with a loud and painful swat to her ass. “Fuck!” 

“Count. It. Out. Or I start over and you do not want to test your king, do you?” he asked her as he brought his hand down again. 

“No, daddy. I’m sorry! One!” She managed to say through gritted teeth. M'Baku’s physical strength and power showed with every single hit. He alternated ass cheeks and placement, ensuring every inch of her ass stung, that every inch felt his power. She steadily counted, her brain trying to focus on counting as pleasure overtook her. 

By the time she uttered the word “twenty,” she was pleading to be filled. Like a starving woman waiting for her next meal, she felt she would die if he didn’t fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” 

She nodded quickly, “Y-Yes, sir.” 

“I knew you would, my love. I think you’ve earned a treat. Tell me what you want, baby?” 

She felt his dick against her entrance, her mind almost willing him to ram it into her. She wanted to be fucked. Rough. Hard. Now. 

“P-please… fuck me. I’ll do a-anything. Please,” she panted out. 

“Anything?” He repeated as he lined himself up with her pussy. “I like the sound of that.” Without ceremony or warning, he rammed his cock into her, Asha letting out a loud scream, pushing her face into the comforter as he filled her. 

He was not gentle. This M’Baku never was. His strokes were fast and rough, the lewd sounds of Asha’s moans and his body smacking into hers filling his bedroom. 

“You like how I’m fucking this pussy, slut?” He demanded as his nails dug into the soft skin of her hips, knowing her skin would bruise, if only for a few hours. 

Asha struggled to answer or even form words as he fucked her viciously. Her mind was a fog of pleasure and all she could do was beg for more, pant her thanks or moan in ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck!” She cried out as his hand slapped her already-bruised ass, his silent demand for an answer.. “Y-Yes I l-love it. Harder!” She demanded as her orgasm built in her belly. “C-can I come, baby? P-please. I-it feels so good, please!” She pleaded with him. 

M'Baku was no fool, he knew she was going to cum without or without his permission so he decided to just grant her her wish. She had taken him so well today after all. 

“Cum,” he instructed, her body responding to his order as if he controlled it, her pussy immediately clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. 

“That’s it, baby… you look so good cumming on my dick.” 

Her body writhed beneath him as he continued fucking her at superhuman speed through her orgasm. 

“Whose pussy is this??” He demanded.

“It’s yours!” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she became overwhelmed by pleasure. 

“Whose slut are you?” He asked. 

“I’m yours!” She screamed as she tried to muffle her moans and pants into the fur of their comforter. “I-it’s too much, d-daddy… p-please,” she begged, tears sparking up in her eyes from being overwhelmed by pleasure. Her hand reached behind him and pushed on his chest. 

M'Baku laughed, “You have one more in you, slut. I know you do,” he remarked as he swatted her hands away and angled his strokes so he could hit her g-spot every single time. 

A thin layer of sweat covered her body as her pleasure crescendoed yet again far faster than she was used to. Her fingers gripped onto the comforter as if her life depended on it. She loved it when he fucked her like this, fast and furious from behind. But it felt like M'Baku was intent on not playing fair that night, intent on pushing her to her body’s limits. And that was saying something as her body did not have the limitations of a regular person. Soon, she found herself knocking on the door of yet another orgasm, this time too fast to even bother asking for permission. 

M'Baku could see all the tell tale signs of her orgasm, her breaths had turned into pants, her toes curled, and her pussy clenched around his thick cock pushing him that much closer to his own climax. As he neared the finish, he reached around and rubbed her clit, Asha immediately dissolving in his arms. 

Asha’s world went black as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced hit her, her body giving out from the overwhelming pleasure. She did not even feel M'Baku cum with her as he filled her pussy with his cum. 

When she finally opened her eyes again, M'Baku was sitting watching her with a smirk. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“Welcome back, almost had me worried about you for a minute.” 

She laughed, “I don’t think I knew you could make me black out like that.” 

He smirked, “First time for everything. Come on,” he held out his hand. “I ran you a bath.” 

Asha smiled at his thoughtfulness, slowly sitting up before he swept her into his arms and carried her into their bathroom. He helped her into the hot water, the smell of eucalyptus and smoke - her favorite - filling her nose. 

“This is very sweet,” she said, her voice raspy from their activities. “Thank you.” She settled into the bathtub, her head lulling back and her eyes falling closed. The warm water felt like heaven.

“How was that? Was I too rough?” he asked softly. The newly engaged couple were still getting to know each other, still testing each other’s limits and having fun doing so. Though M’Baku loved this particular fantasy and every moment of exploring it with his future wife, he wanted to make sure he had not taken it too far. 

She let her head lazily fall in his direction, a content smile on her face. “Never. It was amazing. You are amazing. We should do that more often.” 

“Good. We should explore that fantasy more often then,” he whispered as he kissed her sensually on the neck.

She laughed, “I very much like the sound of that. Thank Bast, we have all the time in the world.” 

“Glory to Hanuman.” He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll go make you some tea for your throat. I love you, usana.” 

“I love you more.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Exploring the idea of doing a short Dom!M'Baku series. Let me know if you're interested in being tagged. Thanks for reading!

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