#mbaku fanfiction

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Obere Òké

Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader Word Count: 2.4k words Kink: Cunnilingus Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie... A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!

You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.

"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.

He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.

M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.

You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.

You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.

You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.

You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.

With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."

He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.

His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…

His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.

He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."

You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.

He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.

You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.

His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.

You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.

He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.

His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.

“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”

He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”

He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.

“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.

He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”

You laugh. “Likewise.”

He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.

You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.

“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.

M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.

You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.

"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.

You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."

You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.

You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.

"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."

Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.

It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.

You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"

You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."

He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.

You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.

"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."

"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.

He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."

Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"

M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.

Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.

"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.

"Emangalisayo," you sigh.

"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.

You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."

He smiles gently, "Hm?"

You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."

He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.

You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."

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[namorslutfanfiction]

Chapter 3 to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.

Part One Part Two

Summary: Wedded life is treating you well. Wakanda is in turmoil. And you're given an ultimatum

Smut, angst, violence.

"Rest, in reina, it has been an eventful day," Namor said to you once you entered your room in the caverns of Talokan. You were confused that he had not brought you to the shared room that he had made up for after the wedding. The one he had so excitedly told you that he was looking forward to sharing with you.

"In ajawo, where are you going?" You asked as Namor turned his back on you. He hesitated then addressed you.

"What happened at the wedding was a show of my devotion to you and this union, but it was also violent and cruel. You were not here during the battle between out countries and this is the first time you have witnessed the worst of me. I do not regret the decision but I know that you need time to process," Namor stayed near the door as he spoke. You stepped closer to him, listening to what he said. "I only wanted today to be full of happiness. I am sorry that I wasn't aware of the treason that was rippling through my people."

He looked guilty and it broke your heart. You reached for him, pulling him into your arms, "In ajawo, I understand what you did. They tried to kill me. To be honest, I was waiting for the day I would finally witness the Namor that attacked Wakanda. I couldn't imagine the Namor I know doing that. But I have seen it now and it is not anything I didn't expect. If anything, I was more surprised that Baku agreed with you. I won't say anything about the sacrifice. It is a lesser used aspect of your culture?"

Namor nodded, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze, "There were stories passed down through the shamans but, until today, we had never considered using it. But in my rage, my fear for you, I turned to the old ways."

"You did it for me, for us. I cannot and will not hold that against you. The gentle Namor who took me in and the ruthless one who killed to protect me are both parts of you. I want all of you, Namor," You kissed the corned of his lips.

"I was worried that you would fear me. Or hate me," His eyes shut in relief.

"You would never direct your ruthlessness at me, my king, and that is all I need to know. I told you I trust you. That hasn't changed," You reassured him, then took his hand. "Will you take me to our shared room now? I don't want to end this day without you next to me."

The soft smile that graced his face brought forth another wave of affection. This wasn't love yet, but it was close and that was all you needed to follow him where ever he led you. It occurred to you then, that if the wedding had been with Baku you would have hidden yourself, avoiding the wedding night like it was a plague. But with Namor you wanted to share that night with him. You weren't sure whether it was your growing affection or that you wanted to wash away his insecurities. Yes, the king had insecurities, you saw them in the way he pulled away from you after the ceremony and you were determined to show him they were unfounded. To truly become bound to him tonight, remind him you chose him, and that you both were determined to make the best of this unplanned union.

The room he brought you to was deeper in the caves, larger, and decorated with more warmth than the rest of the Talokanil caverns. The bed was like a large nest of blankets and pillows. The room was lit, like the rest of the caves, with numerous glow worms that hung from the ceiling. Namor went around lighting candles to warm up the space.

"You should clean up and rest, in reina," Namor said as he approached a large polished slab of obsidian that leant against the wall, serving as a mirror. You approached him slowly as he began unclasping his shin guards and arm guards. You met his gaze as you helped him remove his pauldrons and necklaces. When he was left in just his cloth cape, his jewelry and adornments sitting on a counter, you took his hands and guided them to help you remove your own.

His eyes did not meet yours a he removed hair pins and braids, necklaces and rings, except your newly placed wedding ring. Namor knelt before you and took your foot, methodically untying and slipping off your sandals. When he stood before you you cupped his cheek, relishing in how he leant into your touch. Now that you had both shed the jewelry and markers of your status, you were just a man and woman, wife and husband, on your wedding night.

"Show me how much you'll love me K'uk'ulkan and I will show you the same," You whispered as you pressed up close to him. His eyes grew darker with the realization of what you were asking him. He held your gaze, asking for your permission. When you nodded Namor leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

It was all consuming and held none of the tentative nature of the past week. He pulled you firmly against him, his tongue meeting your own, pulling moans from you in a way that you had never experienced before. When you finally had to come up for air he tilted his forehead against your own. Both of you were panting from the passion of it. You had worried for a moment that any intimacy with the king would trigger you, but now a giddy smile spread across your face.

"If you had kissed me like that before I might have married you the day we went to the council," You teased, pulling back to gaze at Namor, arms slipping down his chest. With a smooth movement you unclasped his cape and pushed it off his shoulders. He stood before you now, golden and naked except for the shorts that didn't hide anything now that he had truly had a taste of you.

Namor let out a full laugh at your teasing and as usual was not at all concerned with his physical nakedness. He grabbed at your skirt in an attempt to help you out of it but you skipped away from his grasp and dove into the nest of bedclothes and pillows. You couldn't help but laugh out loud as Namor followed you into the bed and tickled your sides. You both laughed and wrestled until you were out of breath laying next to each other, staring fondly into each others eyes.

"You are beautiful, in reina," Namor whispered as he turned onto his side and leant his head on his hand. His other hand reached over to your shoulder closest to him. Gently, he pulled your short dress sleeve off your shoulder and began kissing your skin slowly and sensually. You allowed yourself to sink into the soft feeling of his lips on your skin. It wasn't until Namor moved so that he was nearly on top of you, kissing your neck that you began having flash backs.

You knew this wasn't the same, you knew that this was Namor, your husband and not M'baku. But your breathing came faster, and you couldn't stop yourself from shoving Namor off you. He did not protest but instead sat up and away, his hands up in an appeasing stance, "In yakunaj, I'm sorry, I was moving too fast."

You fought back the sob that was tearing its way up your throat. Namor didn't deserve this, "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I know it's not the same but I just got lost. I'm sorry, Namor."

You buried your head in your hands, shoulders weighed down in defeat. But the hesitant touch of his hand on your shoulder made you look up. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. His gaze was soft as he gestured for you to come into his arms. The King pulled you practically on top of him in a warm embrace. You clung to him, listening to his heart beat while your own finally slowed down.

"Do not be sorry, in yakunaj, it has not been long since it happened," Namor kissed your temple, "Let us sleep for now."

You nodded against his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent surrounded you, masculine and clean and fresh. The feel of his strong muscles gently holding you to him did not scare you but instead made you feel secure. In your mind you shook off the memories of that fateful night.

...

You don't know what woke you but you found yourself laying next to Namor, staring up at the ceiling and constellations of glow worms. He was tucked into your side with a leg slung over your own. HIs body radiated heat that among the bedding and pillows was making you uncomfortably warm. Without waking him, you managed to shimmy out of your loose dress leaving you in your underwear and a thin tank top.

You sat and looked down at the King, relaxed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. It was strange to be here next to him already feeling your affection growing rapidly while also remembering how easily he had taken a life. But a part of you was also angry at the woman for ruining your day. You had been happy, you had fully accepted what was happening and seeing the good in it and her vitriol had marred the celebration. A part of you heard her words, her apprehensions and knew that there was some truth there. It did not escape you that becoming queen to a country you could not even spend more than hour in without a special suit was preposterous. And years of Namor and his people hating the surface world and those who dwelled there made the coupling almost hypocritical. But she was gone, and hopefully with her the rest of the naysayers. She had succeeded however in implanting the feeling of foreboding in the people of both countries.

Everyone had been a bit apprehensive, less exuberant, even as the reception and party continued. How could you blame them when someone had been essentially put to death for treason. M'baku had been sure to defend the act a second time and call for celebrations. But you knew that it would not only be Talokanil that whispered of how ill paired you were with the King. Now that he had shown his cruelty once more you did not doubt that the people of Wakanda would be worried about the alliance.

Your eyes focused on the King who mumbled your name in his sleep and unconsciously grasped at the bedclothes for you. Your heart clenched at how much he had already engrained you into his life that he could tell you weren't next to him. You moved slowly to not disturb him and lay by his side, arm slung across his waist, your leg over his, and your lips to his neck.

When you inhaled the scent of him and felt your skin on his, you knew that you wanted him. His arm pulled you closer and he mumbled again, turning away from you. The supple skin of the King's neck was open to you. You scooted up a little so that you could trace your finger along the edge of his pointed ears and down his neck. Namor shifted slightly but did not wake. You did it again and he hummed to himself. Once more and he pulled you closer with a soft moan.

The desire to tease him took over. You braced your hand on his chest and leaned up. You ran the tip of your tongue along the edge of his pointed ear, then trailed it down, laving at the skin right below his lobe. He moaned in his sleep as you began to nip and suck on his neck. You suckled firmly on his pulse point, wanting to mark him.

You caressed his bare chest, experimentally circling his flat nipples with the tips of your fingers. You peppered kisses from his neck down to his chest then back up to his jaw. You giggled to yourself at the contented sighs that emitted from the still slumbering king. You wondered if he was dreaming. You continued to taste his skin when you noticed that his shorts were tented. The heat pooled between your legs at the sight of it.

You leaned back up towards the King's face and held his chin as you kissed his lips softly. Then again and again until Namor finally reciprocated and deepened the kiss, now awake. As you kissed slowly and built up the passion, you moved your body on top of him, your arms holding you up on either side of his head. His hands were at your waist and you could feel his hard on against your stomach.

Namor pulled away and looked up at you, "In reina, while I do enjoy being woken up like this I worry that you haven't been sleeping."

"I slept, in ajawo, and I woke up to find myself in bed with a very handsome king that I wanted to have my way with," You replied between kisses to every part of his face you could reach. He chuckled at your teasing.

Namor allowed for one more deep kiss before he palmed your cheek and asked for you to wait. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I am in no rush if you are uncomfortable."

"I think I'll be fine as long as you stay down there and I stay up here," You smirked at him as you sat up and straddled his waist. He let out a gasp as you rolled your hips against his, brushing your clothed center along the length of his bulge.

You continued to rock your hips you guided Namor's hands beneath your top to cup your breasts. When he rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingers you grinded more firmly. You both moaned breathily as he helped you out of your shirt. Namor sat up and pulled your chest flush to his as he captured your lips.

His hunger was apparent now. The way he nipped at your lips and thrust his tongue into your mouth was making wetness flood between your legs. When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you threw your head back in ecstasy.

"You sound so beautiful, in reina. Hearing you let go while I bring you pleasure. This is how I will love you. This is how I will show you for as long as you let me," Namor whispered his devotions between kisses to your breasts, collar and neck. You cradled his head to your chest, nails trailing through his hair as you rocked against his lap.

"Let me touch you where you need it most, in yakunaj," Namor pleaded for permission and you replied with a strangled affirmation. When his hand slipped between your legs, shoved your underwear aside, and started teasing your clit you moaned his name. You could hear how wet you were from the sound of his fingers teasing your folds and then dipping into your pussy. "Will you love me like this too, my queen? Will you always be this wet for me?"

You mewled as he thrust his fingers into you. You had never felt this way with anyone. As if all your nerve endings were keyed in to every move he made. You were overwhelmed with him. You captured his lips in answer, thrusting your hips against his hand.

"You have all of me, Namor, K'uk'ulkan, in ajawo, in yakunaj," At the use of the epithet you had never said back to him, Namor met your gaze. The softness and affection and desire in his eyes took your breath away. You kissed him, pouring all your trust and care and love into the meeting of lips and tongue. You whispered, "Take me, my love."

Your hands squeezed between the two of you. You found his cock straining against his shorts which were damp from your grinding. You moved his hands and he helped you push his shorts down to release his throbbing cock. Namor laid down at the command of your hand on his chest. His hands found your hips and his eyes did not leave your own as you guided him to your arousal coated center.

You braced yourself with one hand on his chest as you slowly took him inside of you. The both of you gasped and groaned as you fully seated yourself on his hips. He pulled you down to kiss him as you tentatively started to move your hips. Kisses were interrupted by moans as he guided you and built a steady pace. You grappled at his shoulders as he thrust upward impossibly deeper.

You were cheek to cheek as you moved your hips to the rhythm he set, stealing kisses between gasps of pleasure. Nothing mattered now. You were in bed with your husband, taking pleasure and giving it. You admitted to the feelings of love that were bubbling up inside of you so quickly and unexpectedly. Namor, this mighty and cruel king, with eyes soft and touches adoring was yours and you were his.

"In ajawo, I'm close, please," You were nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Overwhelmed by the adoration and the look in his eyes when he pushed you to sit up.

"In reina, show me how you cum," His voice was rough with desire as he thrust into you, the angle making your clit rock against him. You gripped the hands on your hips and squeezed them as your orgasm crested. Namor did not stop his thrusting as you moaned and screamed with the intensity of your pleasure. The wetness between you slickened further as you leant back down to his chest.

Namor held you close as he continued thrusting. The stuttering of his hips was all you needed to know that he was soon going to fill you. You grabbed his face and said against his lips, "Make me yours, K'uk'ulkan. Give me your heir, my love."

Namor practically roared as he came. The heat of his seed inside of you and dripping out from where you were joined was oddly comforting as you both lay limp and satiated. You were both delirious, panting, and unwilling to move. Namor made to move you but you held fast.

He chuckled; deeply, tiredly, but happily. "My love, we should clean up and rest."

You looked up at him with your chin on his chest, "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"

Namor was amused. He tilted his head in thought then replied, "Nothing urgent. Why?"

"Then we can stay this way and clean up in the morning. I would like to have a bath with my husband, but I would also like to lay here and languish in the evidence of our successful first night as husband and wife," You eyed him suggestively.

"So you have no plan of removing yourself from my cock?" Namor asked, grinding up gently, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

"Not yet. Who knows? Maybe we won't have to worry about an heir if one is sired tonight," You teased him.

"Do you really wish to carry a child?" Namor asked, running his hand up and down your arm in an absentminded caress.

"Isn't that what queens do?" You quipped, nuzzling into him.

"A queen is more than an incubator," Namor insisted.

"But it's expected," You replied, eyes growing heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth.

"I will have you again in the morning, even if you have already fallen with child," Namor said before he too yawned.

"I expect you to," You replied, drifting off to sleep. Namor had no other response as he also fell asleep, clinging to you, married to you, already loving you.

...

In Wakanda, a day after the wedding, a council meeting was called. They were enraged at what M'baku had allowed at the wedding.

"Do you want the people of Talokan to think we support such violence when the Black Panther was gracious enough to spare their King when he too deserved death for his crimes?" One of the council members shot at M'baku forcefully.

Another council member joined, "Do you not think it is an omen to have such blood shed at a wedding? Do we even want this alliance at all?"

"Talokan is strong, we know that, and we cannot be so naive to think that the rest of the world will not eventually come for our vibranium," A female council member sagely added.

"But to encourage such violence? M'baku there should have been proper recourse, a trial, that was unnecessarily cruel," The oldest council member added with a tinge of sadness.

"Unnecessary?" M'baku scoffed, "You would have that filth live after they attempted to kill her in front of us? That was not only treason to Talokan but to Wakanda. They attempted to kill a child of Jabariland. If they had been Wakandan I would have killed them myself."

"Do you hear yourself?!" Shuri finally stood, stepping forward from her place to the side of the council. "You allowed a murder! Encouraged it!"

M'baku stood and faced her, "Do not act holier than thou Princess. You may not have had it in you to kill K'uk'ulkan when you should have. Don't be jealous that I didn't hesitate to protect my own, when you couldn't!"

"You are out of line and have been since you took the throne. Allowing you to rise to power was my mistake," Shuri said solemnly. She eyed the council and sized up M'baku. "I didn't want to do this. But I, the Black Panther, challenge you, M'baku, King of Wakanda for my rightful place as queen."

"Shuri, you cannot defeat me without the powers of the Black Panther," M'baku replied, eyeing the genius woman that he considered a sister.

"We will see. I will not stand by as you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Tomorrow I will take the throne back from you, by force," With those parting words Shuri left the council chamber. No one spoke. No one argued. M'baku looked around at the members.

"She has every right to challenge me for the title. It is in her blood, the blood of Bashenga. But one on one, with no powers, she stands no chance," M'baku voiced to the room.

"She is stronger than ever," Okoye spoke, surprising the council, "It is not my place, M'baku, but before this devolves consider that the throne, this palace, has been her home since birth. In her eyes, the legacy of her family sits on her shoulders."

"What are you saying, Okoye?" M'baku asked, ignoring the expectant looks from the council.

"Abdicate the throne. It is that or one of you will die tomorrow. She will go into that fight and show you that she too can show no mercy," Okoye explained.

"Then one of us will die," M'baku said bluntly then waved a dismissal to the council who were speechless.

...

You sat with Namor's head in your lap, hair still damp from the bath. You had spent the last day and night together in bed enjoying each other and not thinking about the outside world. You both only wore robes as there hadn't been much need for anything more unless a maid was dropping off food.

"In yakunaj, do you think I could become like your people?" You asked, tracing the bridge of his nose as he popped a grape into his mouth.

"Our people, in reina. What do you mean become like them?" Namor asked, sitting up feeling that this was an important conversation.

"The way that your mother and the other Talokanil took the potion to become what they are. Do you think I could do that?" You reasoned, "I don't know how it works but it should be the same right. We just have to mix the potion and I can become like them."

"There are a few problems with that. One, that recipe has been lost to time. Two, I do not want you to change. If this is because of the traitors I beg you to remove them from your mind," He grasped your hands tightly, "No one will hurt you, I promise."

"But they are right. How can I be Queen when I cannot even spend time there? Their misgivings are not unfounded, my love. They may have been extreme but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them didn't continue to resent me," You added thoughtfully.

Namor cupped your cheek, a fierceness in his eyes, "If they wish to share the same fate as that other traitor they will voice their opinions. But no one will harm you and you do not need to be among them if they wish to be so disrespectful."

The ferocity of his rage and protectiveness was unsurprising. You kissed his palm and you watched the stress melt away.

"You're getting bristly again, my love. I know this is a sore subject but we should consider a way for me to be part of the people the way a queen should. Maybe develop a better suit or see if Shuri can bio-engineer an herb," You rattled off.

"You would do that?" Namor asked, taking your hand. He was looking at you thoughtfully, as if he was surprised by the measures you were willing to take.

"This may not have been the original plan. But I'm not going to half ass being the queen of a powerful nation next to a god-like husband. I want the Talokanil to respect me and trust me. It will take time to earn it but I can do it," You finished confidently, munching on some fruit. There was an oddly bitter taste to the familiar berry but you paid it no mind. One of the maids had said they were a special harvest for fertility. Who were you to send back a gift just because it was an acquired taste.

"Sour?" Namor asked as he finally stood up and began dressing.

"Bitter," You replied following suit.

"Bare with it, in yakunaj, at least we can say that the maids and farmers are already favoring you. Even I am not allowed to try that fruit as it is reserved for the 'queen to ensure an heir'." Namor chuckled as he pulled some shorts and a longer tunic with open sides.

"That's why I'm eating it, in ajawo. Otherwise I would leave it on my plate the way I do with eggplants," You grimaced at the thought of the purple vegetable. You donned similar clothing to your husband. Shorts, a thick bandeau top, and a lighter cloak-like tunic that was open in the front.

As if you had been doing it all your lives, you helped the other with jewelry, arm and leg adornments, sandals, and for you, braids. Once dressed you stood in front of the obsidian mirror, Namor standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Although your clothes were simple, the vibranium jewelry told of your status. You smiled at your reflections, wondering how you could be so content when your life was completely different than it had been almost two weeks ago.

There was a knock at the entrance way and Namor called out for them to enter. You were both surprised to see Attuma's hulking form rush in.

"What is it?" Namor asked, already feeling the tension.

"The Princess has challenges M'baku for the throne of Wakanda. They are nearly at Warrior Falls now to fight for the crown," Attuma hastily informed the royals.

"No," You breathed out, "We have to stop them."

"It is within her rights to fight for the throne that she allowed him to have," Namor tried to reason, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Namor, you don't get it. One of them will die! Shuri will not yield now, not after all she has been through. And Baku? Either he will defend his honor or he will let her kill him. After all that has happened these past couple weeks, those are the only outcomes. They must be stopped," You implored him.

...

M'baku dodged a swift thrust and twirl of Shuri's spear. She had already cut his leg and torn a gash into his back. Without her Black Panther powers he had thought she would be an easy foe, but he had underestimated her. Shuri was faster and more blood thirsty than he had ever seen her. There was rage in her eyes and pain that M'baku knew his own mirrored.

"You've become a decent warrior since your brother's passing, he would be proud," M'baku spoke. The brotherly tone he reserved for her was gone. He had told himself he would make her regret challenging him, but it finally occurred to him that he may lose the throne. The only thing he really had left to lose.

"You don't deserve to talk about my brother," Shuri shot back as she landed a hard punch into M'baku's side, making him stumble. "He would be ashamed that he trusted you if he saw what you've done."

"I did what was necessary!" M'baku roared as he tackled Shuri into the water.

"Was violating your dearest friend necessary?!" Shuri shot back, hitting an internal wound that made M'baku see red.

They tumbled and fought for dominance and when he had her pinned to the ground he met her eyes and saw a different set looking back at him. Suddenly, his mind flashed to darkness, being in bed, laying on top of someone and holding them down. His ears rang with cries and pleas for help.

Shuri took her moment and palmed a sharp rock and stabbed it into M'baku's shoulder as she leveraged him off of herself. He yelled as she twisted the rock and pushed him to the ground. M'baku was shaking the memories from his mind, anger and disgust bubbling up within himself. Shuri stood above him with a sword in her hand, swinging from over her head.

It was like time stood still as he watched her heavy blade swing through the air. Shuri, his adopted sister, angry tears leaking from her eyes as she lent the killing blow. Shuri who should have taken the throne to begin with. Shuri who was the Black Panther and the rightful ruler of Wakanda. Shuri who needed to release this rage before it consumed her.

M'baku closed his eyes.

"No Shuri!" Your familiar voice rang out as Namor dropped you from the air and you landed just in time to stop Shuri's blade with your own.

Shuri roared and broke the connection of your blades before lifting her own to point at you. Namor dropped down next to you but stood in a defensive position. "You shouldn't have come. This has nothing to do with you. These are Wakandan affairs!"

"These are family affairs, Shuri. Did you think that my marrying into Talokan would stop me from protecting my family?" You shot back. Your hands were shaking with emotion but you ignored it.

"You have interrupted a sacred ceremony. Or have you already forgotten our traditions in the face of new ones involving barbaric sacrifice?" Shuri raged.

"Like this is any better? Shuri, please, we can talk this out. There doesn't need to be any blood shed," You tried to appease her, lowering your weapon. Behind you Namor helped M'baku to his feet.

"According to the rules of ritual combat, outside intervention in favor of one candidate is cause for forfeit. M'baku son of the Jabari Tribe, you have forfeited your right to the throne. Shuri, daughter of T'chaka, the Black Panther, you are now queen of Wakanda," A council member's voice boomed across the cliffs.

"Wait! No that isn't fair," You pleaded. You turned to M'baku who shook his head.

"They are right. You saved me from certain death but I lose the crown. It is how it has always been," M'baku's voice was weary and blood dripped from his body and mixed with the water.

"Shuri," You turned to the new queen who was already gathering her weapons, "Were you really going to kill M'baku?"

When Namor had flown you towards the falls you had been surprised to see the rage and blood lust that your two friends displayed. It sent shivers down your spine and made you cling to your husband. The king had encouraged you to watch the fight unravel, explaining to you that the two needed to release their pent up pain and grief. But at the sight of Shuri about to kill M'baku, you had immediately went to his defense.

"You are welcome to come to the medi-bay in my lab to get cleaned up. M'baku will need some medical attention," Shuri avoided your question and led the way.

"Shuri, this isn't like you," You called out to her. You ignored the dizziness that was blurring your vision.

Shuri turned to look at you, scoffing at first but then looking concerned. You met her gaze just as you blacked out.

...

You woke in the medi-bay, groggy, with an IV and a monitor stuck to your chest. You ripped everything off, setting off a soft alarm as you sat up on the examination table. You had a headache and your mouth was dry but you felt decently rested and the bitter taste in your mouth that had lingered since breakfast was finally gone.

Namor ran into the room and took you into his arms. He peppered your face with kisses and checked you over, "In reina, you need to rest. Why did you take off the monitors?"

"Namor, what happened? Why am I here?" You asked as the King helped you back onto the table.

Shuri appeared, lab coat and casual clothes on, like she hadn't just won the crown, "The Talokanil are still after your life. Someone tried to poison you before you were even married a week."

"Wait, who would do that? The ones serving us, you trusted them," You turned to Namor who looked guilty and ashamed.

"I did and I shouldn't have. They have already been dealt with. Namora and Attuma sent word yesterday that the one's responsible were sentenced to death for treason. In yakunaj, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been more careful," Namor held your hands in his and bent his head down in shame.

"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" You looked between Shuri and Namor.

"It's been four days since the ritual combat. M'baku is fine. He has taken a voluntary banishment to Jabariland for the foreseeable futue," Shuri replied, answering your unasked question.

"Four days? Banishment?" You mumbled to yourself.

"The poison was in the fruit that was brought to us that morning. The one I wasn't allowed to eat. I never thought they would go that far," Namor cupped your face and the slight watering of his eyes tore at your heart.

You pressed your forehead to his and gripped his hands, "I am alright, in ajawo. I feel fine, whatever they did didnt' work."

"It didn't work because you happened to be here in Wakanda and one of the Dora who's expertise is in poisons recognized your symptoms. If she hadn't been able to treat you as quickly as she had you would be dead," Shuri spoke bluntly as she looked down upon you. Her eyes roamed your joined hands and the obvious intimacy with the Talokan King.

"And we will forever be in your debt. I do not know what would have happened if we hadn't been here in Wakanda," Namor had stood and was bowing to the Princess who only made a fist at her side.

"Do you care about her Namor?" Shuri was blunt, her tone severe.

Namor was taken aback at the vitriol but replied honestly, "I love her."

"You would do anything for the people you love, right Namor?" Shuri asked, glancing at you as you sat up.

"I would. What do you really want to ask?" Namor felt his stomach sinking as he watched Shuri approach you. She examined you and you let her.

"She is healthy and safe now but you cannot guarantee to me that one of ours, that my friend will be safe in your care. That much has been made obvious. Truthfully, and you know this, I didn't want an alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. So I ask you, Namor, King of Talokan, for the safety of the one you love and her future, will you annul this marriage to maintain the alliance?" Shuri's question left you both speechless.

"Shuri, what are you talking about?" You asked, now scared of what the new Queen of Wakanda had in mind. "Our marriage was made to maintain the alliance."

"Under M'baku it was. But now the conditions have changed. To ensure your safety I will not let him take you. That was M'baku's last request of me before he took his banishment. He said to make sure you were safe and that you would not be harmed again," Shuri paced slowly, "That is why, Namor, to ensure that Wakanda and Talokan remain allies, we request the return of our own. This farce of a marriage will end and your people can go about their lives without worrying about the surface. Unless, of course, war comes for either of us and we will aid each other."

Namor was silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the Princess pace languidly. He turned to you with a stormy look on his face, that dissipated as he took in the sight of you, remembering why you were brought there. The King stepped closer and took your hands in his, "In reina, the princess, no, the Queen is right."

"In yakunaj, don't say that," You held his face in your hands and then turned to Shuri, "This isn't right."

"What isn't right is that your life has been in jeopardy twice since you married less than a week ago," Shuri snapped.

"That wasn't his fault!" You ground out in frustration, standing from the hard bed.

Shuri stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Namor who tried to speak, "The great K'uk'ulkan, the man who nearly wiped out Wakanda and killed my mother! His job was to protect you and he couldn't. This is your out. You never wanted to get married, I know you. You wanted to live freely and explore the outreaches and make your mark. Not languish away in the ocean in a country that hates you and a king you don't love!"

"But I do love him!" You yelled, tears fell quickly after. "I do love him, Shuri. It doesn't make sense but I do. I want to be his queen. I want to be his wife, even if I'm in danger."

Namor moved forward and embraced you, kissing your temple and whispering words of comfort and love. Shuri looked on, surprised at the tenderness and the resolution in your words. Her eyes hardened.

"Then I suggest you go and don't come back," Shuri backed away and turned towards the doors, "Namor can return for diplomatic meetings and planning, but you are banished from Wakanda. Stay in the ocean where you so wish to be. Leave my lab and go straight back to your new home. You are no longer a part of Wakanda."

"Shuri," You breathed out, shocked.

"Leave. When I can forgive you for abandoning your home I will send word. But do not expect it to be soon," Then she left through the doors.

"In reina," Namor whispered as your legs gave out and he caught you. Your sobs rang out through the medi-bay.

...

There's an epilogue coming as well.

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EPILOGUE

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Accepting His Advances

A/N: Suggestive content ahead. Please Enjoy <3

Accepting his advances on Ao3

Awkward was not the word. More so humiliating, embarrassing, beyond return. I mean if Okoye could launch herself out of the window of the throne room and survive, she would.

“Do either of you want to explain?” M’Baku, suppressing his laughter behind an authoritative statement. Namor on his right side, doing the same.

She could rip their throats out now. Luckily it was only them to witness such a thing and not the elders. Oh if it had been the elders, she’d be named whore across the billboards.

Attuma clearing his throat beside her grounded her thoughts to reality. The two spared a glance at each other before he started.

“Okoye and I have been seeing each other.”

“Glory to Hanuman.” M’baku chuckled. “Tell me. What brought on this little arrangement eh?”

His gaze was locked on Okoye who had not let up her sharp glare since they were summoned.

If Attuma could explain it, he would lay it there but his words caught and he looked at the woman for clarification. “My love.” He nudged her to speak but instead was met with a glare.

“It was just a couple of training matches. That is all.”

“Looked a lot more to me. How about you Kukulkan?”

“I’d say the same Lord M’baku.”

Okoye rolled her eyes and Attuma lowered his head as he smirked.

“I am attempting to pursue the general, though she is a stubborn woman. I wish nothing more than for her to be open to accept me.” Attuma made it sound as simple and clean as he could.

Okoye could feel her chest tighten as Attuma spoke his words in front of their leaders. She wanted to punch him in his chest, to kick him in his side. Anything really to shut him up.

“Okoye! Do you accept this man and his advances?”

M’baku was having too much fun with this and she was not happy about having their relationship somewhat exposed to outsiders. “Answer me quick general.”

“Yes. I-“ She rolled her eyes. “I accept him.”

“And his advanc-“

“Yes! By Bast and his advances.” She pouted like a child who was forced to apologize by their parents. She felt like a child right about now.

Attuma had always been so straight forward with her and yet she was equally as shy. It was hard to let him into her life even in little bits. And when they got caught, it was like everything became real.

“Good! Then this shall be the first example of a strong alliance between Talokan and Wakanda.”

“Wait! You’re not telling the elders are you?!” Okoye stepped forward.

“I must tell them Okoye. Would you rather them find out by mere village talk? At least through me they will take it seriously.”

The woman took a deep breath, already preparing herself for the endless knocks on her door and curious stares she would get when visiting the market. Everyone would know within days.

She hadn’t noticed Attuma standing so close to her until his fingers threaded in between hers, locking their hands together.

“Okoye.” He spoke softly.

“You know, you’re not exactly the king of subtle.” She chuckled nervously.

“I never intended to be. Only to love you. Be honest, is this not what you want?”

“Attuma, I want this. I swear I do but I wanted it to be just about us for a little longer. Do you understand?”

The man nodded. “You wanted privacy. Away from the eyes of our countries.”

M’baku shrugged. “You seemed to care a lot less about privacy on that beach then.”

Ah yes. The reason they were here in the first place, discussing the terms to their relationship.

When his courtship first began, Attuma gifted her a conch. One to call on him from Wakanda to Talokan.

Every night along the river border, and fairly late into the night, she would call him and he would come. They would eat and talk, lay on the sand, or each other.

And there would be times when they would indulge on the beach. Wandering hands and soft skin met more often then Okoye would like to admit.

That particular night, Attuma had taken his time to break her out of her hard exterior. His mouth latched to her neck as soft whines spilled from her lips.

“Attuma..It’s getting late.” She gripped his arms as he growled against her.

“It had always been late, my love. You need to better your excuses.”

His hands moved to hook under her thighs and hoist her up around his waist. “How do you feel?” He asked.

Okoye nodded. “I’m fine. I just- what if some one sees?”

With his body as a distraction, her senses were not as keen on her surroundings. Attuma smiled as he looked around the small patch of land.

“You mean Aneka?” He nodded towards the bushes, just as the girl stumbled out, her kimoyo beads flashing as they produced pictures of the night.

Okoye freed herself from his hold and sent an elbow to his nose in shock.

“Oh my Bast.” She huffed. “Aneka what are you doing?!”

The girl just stood looking between the general and Attuma’s bleeding nose. “Lord M’baku had some suspicions.”

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Gara aga, Ugbu a, N'ọdịnihu.(Past, Present, Future.)

Pairing: M’Baku x OC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: P in V, fingering, Oral (female receiving), and Smutty things in general

Summary: Kya finds her self at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunately, M’Baku finds her before the avengers do.

Love, Lust and Dreams

As we walk, the guards give me a look. M’Baku notices. “General, do you have something to say?” He questions him.

“Yes I do, my King. What is this prisoner doing out of her cell?” He steps closer. I think he has a death wish. He pulled me from behind quickly and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“She is the new royal adviser, General Zebokhe” he proudly said. He stepped M’Baku to the side.

“What game are you playing with her?” He loudly whispered.

“None, General.” He smirked.

“Then what happened down there?” He’s about to blow a fuse. M’Baku looks over at me as I look at the snow.

“Nothing! We just came to an understanding.” M’baku brushed him off. “Plus I need to keep an eye on her, she is fiesty.” He pushed the General from in front of him, never taking his eyes off of me.

“That’s exactly your type!!!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. The stress was going to kill him if the intergalactic aliens don't first. M’Baku walks back to me.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“He is worried about you.” M’Baku replied “Let us go to your chambers.” He hurried me along.

The room was beautiful. The wall shined like a dark marble just like M’Baku’s room but the bed wasn’t in the floor like his. The first room had a large living rom with a large circular glass table. The intricate table had just two chairs along with the biggest binder I’ve ever seen. The bookcase that was next to it was twice my size and filled with all the books you can think of. It’s going to be impossible to get me out of this room.

The tv that was on the wall was a hologram. We have these in the future but we could walk through them and be in the tv. I go into the bedroom. The bed was above but on the floor. Beautiful black soft pillows and blankets covered the bed. There was bedside tables, with lamps, and sunflowers…. It’s been a while since I’ve seen regular flowers. They captivate me as I walk towards them. I deeply inhale the scent. They were freshly picked. Even with the snow, there are freshly picked flowers. I realized M’Baku was still there. I giggle and turn to him shyly, picking up a flower.

“Thank you.” I smile sweetly.

“You are welcome.” His lips curled up in the most amazing way. “That binder is a full rundown of the daily routine and you have to attend. Well, I will leave you now. The dressers will be here in the morning. Also There’s a guard outside your door. Let him know if would like more dinner.” He nods his head, turning to leave the room. I don’t want him to go yet but that would be inappropriate. I will see him tomorrow.

I watched the sun set after finding a patio, wrapped in a fluffy blanket . The large wall closes after I come back inside. I light the fireplace in my room, letting that be my only light. I take off my old clothes hopping into the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water would warm up my body and clean the dirt off my ass. Since I was shorter, I’m thicker but curvy. The bathroom was a pearl like stone all around. It was breathtaking. We just had metals in the future and this intricate work was handcrafted. I sing the song of my childhood. The acoustics in this bathroom made me sound godlike. As I applied lotion, I realized I don’t have any clothes to sleep in. I walk out with my towel, walking to my door. My towel dropped as I left my bedroom and went into the living room. As I picked it up, M’Baku appeared out of nowhere placing a set of clothes on my table. We both saw each other, him shirtless with shorts, too long to be underwear and too short to be comfortable. I freeze, holding the towel over my chest and other parts. He froze too, due to his blood going to his pants instead of his head. Impressive~

“Thank you for bringing my clothes, I wonder what took so long.” I chuckled, hair dripping down my shoulders onto my chest. That's not helping. He drinks me in since he didn’t have to undress me with his eyes. As I reach to grab the clothes, he moves them above my head.

“M’Baku, what are you-“ I ask as he grabs my chin, making me look at him. I look into his eyes and instantly feel a deep lust. Was that me that feels this way? He leaned in slowly for a kiss making sure I didn't back away. We lock lips. His lips were softer than the blankets and covers on the bed. The towel drops. We stop kissing. Why we’d stop?

“Is this what you want?” He asked, studying my face. Ah, a consensual King. I nod yes quickly, biting my lip. We kiss again, deeper. He dropped the clothes in hand and picked me up from the front. He’s so warm. Skin to skin feels so good with his soft skin. He places me down onto the bed softly. He treats me as if i will break. Every action feels like he’s holding back. As i sit on the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees. He’s- he’s hugging me. Everything is so unexpected but subtle. He inhales deeply taking in my scent like it was his last breath. He starts to kiss slowly, making my breath hitch. Then he bites and licks my neck finding my spot and teasing it. I whimper a bit as he begins to find my clit at the same time. He grubs slow circles on my clit placing kisses on my check over and over. Come on foreplay! He kisses me while he slides his thick fingers inside of me. He tongues me down as I moan louder into his mouth. I lean back spreading out my legs so he can reach the soft spot inside of me.

“You’re already so wet for me~” he seductively groaned in my ear as he got on the bed holding me closer. I clenched around his fingers and grabbed hold of my leg spreading out better for him. He pumps into me, making my chest bounce against his rhythm. I kiss him roughly trying to breathe so I don’t cum too fast and give him what he wants. He slows down and begins to find that soft and does the infamous “come here” motion. He sees that I'm close and proceeds to bite my neck. I cum hard as he takes out his fingers, watching my slick follow his fingers. His fingers glistened all the way to his palm. He stands up and groans at the sight of my legs open and my slick sliding down. I covered up my privates as he watched.

“I’ve seen you completely. Why are you hiding?” He chuckled walking to the edge of the bed.

“I feel exposed. “ I smiled, sitting up. He laid me back down with a gentle nudge.

“Let me take care of you, ikumkani wam…” as he said, he got on his knees and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, holding me in place. His face was inches away from heat. He licked my heat with his flat tongue making me feel every inch of his rough tongue against my bud. Once he found it, he pushed the skin around my clit from my mound. He begins to suck it lightly making me squirm. He sucked harder wanting to hear my moans. Shit he may have wanted all of Jabari to hear me scream his name. We haven’t even gotten to the main event and I’m about to come twice. Breaking me from my thinking he started moving his tongue around my clit. The sensation makes me close my legs. He catches my legs before they get too close to his head. He grabs the back of legs and pushes them forward. He changes back and forth from his tongue movements all while holding eye contact. Fuck he’s hot. The lewd noises make me wetter. It sounds so amazing. I feel myself getting close and arch my back and try to open my legs. He grabs around my hips tightly, making it hard to grind against his lips. He sucks and snatches my soul as cum twice as hard. I’m loud but I don’t care about holding it back since he’s not holding back. He lets go and lightly kisses my upper thigh as I breathe through my orgasm. He climbs on top of me kissing my neck.

“Are you ready, sithandwa sam?” He asked. I realized his pants were still on. Even in the future, men can be dickheads.

“As I’ll ever be.” I replied, kissing his lips softly. I go in for another kiss using tongue. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. It tastes sweet. He breaks the kiss to stand up and takes his pants off. The print was impressive but when its out? That was a gift from any god you could name and thank. It was long and girthy. The member curves upward, bouncing light as he moves toward me. I imagine it being big but it was so much girth. He kisses my lips as he watches my eyes. Pulling him into an even more lustful state. He lines himself up and he studies my face as he slides it in. The sensation of it sliding in makes us both groan out. We hold an intense eye connection while we take it all. Literally.

So warm. He thought.

I feel full he sat still inside taking it all in. Now I see why he got me so ready. He drops his head and grabs my leg pressing it closer to him.

“Glory to Hanuman…” my inside making him melt. He looks up again, nodding his head to me to make sure I'm ready. I nod back ready for him and only him. He starts to move at a slow pace. As he testing the waters, I grab his face, making him focus on me. He goes faster but trying to not to cum.

So wet. Her face makes me want to faster but I don’t want to hurt her.

He kisses me all while hooking my head on his arms.

Deeper. Go deeper.

He moves at a faster pace, making my chest bounce against his rhythm. He feels something take over him as he goes at brutal pace. Our moans and groans kept everyone up that night.

He grabbed the back of arms trying to steady myself from his brutal pounding. He pulls out only to take his hand, grab my ankles, and place my legs on his shoulder. It felt even better than before. He hits the soft spot since he moved my legs.

“Ahh, ohh baby! I’m close!” I nearly screamed.

“Good job my sweet girl. Ah,I’m almost there. I’m al—most there.” He moans out holding my hands. I felt as if I was about to come undone, floating off the ground as he ground me with his kisses. I felt love and lust at the same time.

Is this love? I feel…. Different. This feels different. Better. M’Baku questioned.

“I’m about to cum for you, sithandwa sam.” He looked to see her holding her breath with an open mouth. We came at the same time as he spilled his seed into me as I squeezed every drop. We try to catch our breath as he lets me go. He rolls over onto the bed. We get under the covers due to the freezing weather. I laid on his chest and listened to his heart beat slow down. I watch him as he falls asleep. I find my hopeless thinking of a future with him even if it costs me my future. I have to leave. Quick but I will watch him sleep and imagine what simply cannot be.

Side note: holy shit that took forever to write 😩😂. The next chapters won’t as smut heavy but i will have chapters of just that so if you like that be on the look out!😆

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[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

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[attoye]

Okoye Takes M’baku and Attuma’s order 🤣🤣💀

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Christmas is tomorrow. Can you believe it???

Missed yesterday, so today is a double-up day. Here's 1.

M'Baku's Christmas Proposal

Imagine: It's just that.. M'Baku's Christmas proposal. Very short.

You've been dating the new King of Wakanda since the days when nations avoided the Jabari. It's been a long time, yet M'Baku has not made you his wife. Now, he's too busy to think of a wedding.

"My king," you approach his throne for an audience. He looks confused that you're there, but he waves you on to speak. "I have a pressing question, and I'm sure all of Jabari Land wonders the same.. when will we have a queen?"

"Ah, you think we need one, eh? So soon."

"There's no one.. you plan to marry???"

"Perhaps.. In time."

You knew he wasn't ready to settle down even with his age. He was dedicated to war and scholarly research, and now he had another role. Being a husband was the last thing on his mind.

You would have moved on if he was disloyal or someone regular, but instead, you've been hopefully waiting.. in hopes it would pay off. You could be the next queen.

On Christmas, there's a ceremony where elders and leaders gather among the people in Jabari land to exchange gifts. A home-fashioned knobkerrie here, a whittled gorilla there, traps for hunting, lures for fishing, baked goodies, flowers, etc. You whittle a tall M'Baku and wrapped it in a cut of a fur pelt.

Presenting it to your leader, he graciously accepts.

"Look at him," his voice deepens excitedly, "Look at this handsome face, eh? Such handsome robes! Hm? He's gorgeous!"

You bow gently and present a second gift, raising the mistletoe that was hidden behind your back, over his head.

"What is this?"

"Mistletoe.. You're meant to kiss whoever holds it and I'm holding it over you."

"It's herbs in a ribbon, it belongs in my tea."

"My king.. It is tradition."

"Not in Jabari Land. Kiss? What is this, kiss.. I don't know it."

Angered and embarrassed you leave, and once you're out M'Baku kisses his teeth. He was never a fan of PDA, even from the start.

"Bring her back," he requests watching others turn you around and push you back to where where M'Baku waits. "You want to kiss the great gorilla?"

"No."

"No?"

"Not anymore!"

He kisses his teeth. "Come here. Approach me, let me look upon you. In your eyes, usom."

You're irritated, but you've come this far, and you don't plan to give up.

"Yes," he stares, "What do you know of diplomacy."

"I have helped you tackle disputes within Jabari Land. We have talked."

"And what of your people skills?"

"I'm very charming," your arms fold. "People like me."

"Ah," he nods seriously. "Then it's settled. You will be the new queen in 2 weeks time. Prepare the arrangements," he claps. Immediately, the seamstress and decoraters leave to go into action.

"My king!"

"Yes, yes, prepare yourself, usom."

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

Soon come... “The Ice King”

Summary:

Look y’all, I have no idea what I’ma write, but he deserves a story from me wearing this coat. I’ll figure it out! Lol!

#M'Baku #mbaku #M'Baku Fanfiction #black panther smut #Wakanda Forever #wakanda forever smut #Uzumaki Rebellion Writes #Uzumaki Rebellion #Black Panther Wakanda Forever

[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 4: Celebrations and Worries

A year later after the airport fight, Nakia had disappeared and T'Kia felt more and more distant toward the woman.

She wasn't often there to see her daughter grow as she let the Dora Milaje raise her.

It upset T'Kia but not as much. She had her Aunt Shuri and Okoye and her grandmother, after all. Nakia trusted Okoye to treat the girl like family and so she did.

Speaking of Okoye, T'Challa finally decided to let the girl come with him on a mission since his general would be accompanying them. T'Kia couldn't argue much on that.

The only downside, the general was taking them to see T'Kia's mother who was being held captive.

It irritated T'Kia. She trained for so long as a spy to get captured?? What was the point of missing out on so much of her life if she'd let something as a measly kidnapping get to her?

"My Prince... coming up on them now.", Okoye announces, bringing the princess out of her thoughts.

T'Challa's face slowly grows into a smile. He had missed his lover despite their falling out. Unlike T'Kia, the man had full faith in Nakia and her actions. Though, if she needed a little help, who was he to say no?

"No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone. I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible.", he says.

"Just don't freeze when you see her.", Okoye warns.

He scoffs and looks at her. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."

T'Kia smiled as she and her father jumped out of the helicarrier and headed opposite ways, taking the captors out one by one.

T'Kia came across a commotion, hearing a familiar voice as she hid in a tree.

"T'Challa, no! This one's just a boy. He got kidnapped as well.", T'Kia looked down from a tree to see a woman dressed up like the captured ones.

Was that her mother....?

T'Challa indeed froze, his heart stuttering at the sight of his lover.

"Nakia... I... I wanted...", he started, walking over to her. Suddenly a guard stood, pointing a gun at them. "Hey! I have her! Don't move! I will shoot! I will shoot her right now!"

T'Kia frowned and dropped down from the tree, kicking the  guard in the back as Okoye knocked him out. They nodded at each other before they walked up to him.

"You froze.", Okoye scolded the prince.

"Ah...", T'Challa looks down, flustered.

Nakia watched as her daughter shook her head at her father and caught her eyes.

She was silent. "T'Kia....", Nakia started, but the girl stayed by her father.

Nakia shook her head, turning to the man instead. "Why are you here? You've ruined my mission.", she told T'Challa.

"My father is dead, Nakia. Remember? I will be crowned king tomorrow and I wish for you to be there.", he explains.

She sighed and looked at the man before looking at her daughter. T'Kia only glared back. She wouldn't have cared if the woman missed out on her accomplishments at the moment, but this was a big thing that was happening.

Her father was going to be crowned king tomorrow. She needed to be there. She'd drag the woman there if she had to.

Nakia sighed. "Fine. I will come.", she says and looks at the captured women. "Carry yourselves home now."

"Thank you.", one of them spoke up. "And take the boy. Get him to his people.", Nakia orders. "You will speak nothing of this day."

The women nodded, grabbing hold of the captured boy. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you."

The Wakandans all climb back on the helicarrier after letting them go.

T'Kia stood by Okoye as her mother and father talked. Okoye noticed the princess's behavior toward the spy.

She… felt bad. She remembered years of the girl asking where her mother was and when she'd be back. Okoye could only promise that it'd be soon every time.

Eventually, that wouldn't have slid past the girl. Seems now it wouldn't have worked anyways. The girl had gotten old enough to understand.

The two warriors watched as the sun rose, the light kissing their skin with a warmth they knew so well.

Okoye smiled. "Sister Nakia... My Prince...", she looked at T'Kia who seemed to be half asleep. "Princess. We are home."

"This never gets old.", T'Challa mutters in amazement.

As they landed on the launchpad, they climbed out of the helicarrier approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri.

"Queen Mother... Shuri... My comfort for your loss.", Nakia speaks up.

"Thank you, Nakia. It is so good to have you back with us. Take her to the River Province.", Queen Ramonda says and looks at her granddaughter with a sweet smile.

The girl was tired and needed rest soon but fought her sleep with irritation. Queen Ramonda easily brought the girl in her arms as Okoye had Nakia ushered off to get comfortable.

Shuri smirks suddenly, watching her brother's gaze.

"Did he freeze?", Shuri asks Okoye, making T'Kia smile at her.

Okoye's smile widened, "Like an antelope in headlights.", Okoye says, egging her on.

The women laugh at him as he crosses his arms as he looks at his general whose grin never leaves her face.

"Are you finished?", he asks, fed up and watches as the Dora Milaje walks away.

He shakes his head and looks at Shuri. "So surprised my little sister came to see me off before our big day."

She scoffs. "You wish! I'm here for the EMP beads. I've developed an update."

"Update? No.", he says, shaking his head fast. "It worked perfectly."

"How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved.", she says.

"You are teaching me? What do you know?", he asks, taking off his beads and handing them to her.

"More than you.", she boasts and walks off.

T'Challa shakes his head as he watches his baby sister walk away. "I can't wait to see what kind of update you make... to your ceremonial outfit.", he calls, and she flips him off.

Both T'Challa and T'Kia's jaws drop, making Queen Ramonda scold her daughter. "Shuri!", she warns. "Sorry, Mother!", Shuri apologizes.

"How are you feeling today, Mama?", T'Challa asks, smiling. 

"Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us…", she glanced at the young princess. "All of us. And it is your time to be king.", she says.

Despite the early morning, the time for celebration came. Shuri made sure T'Kia had her correct tribal ceremonial clothing on before it started, her excitement bouncing off of the girl.

The time for celebration was among them and celebrate, they did. The chants, the music, the dancing and smiles excited T'Kia and filled her with warmth.

She never got to be a part of something like this before, let alone smile so much, now knowing she'd be a big part of her father's life.

As they made it to the watery cliffs, Shuri and T'Kia stood by Queen Ramonda waiting for T'Challa to arrive.

Once he did, Zuri held the Spear of Bashenga, calling to the audience. "I, Zuri, Son of Badu, give to you, Prince T'Challa! The Black Panther!", he announced.

The Elders watch as Zuri holds up a ceremonial vessel containing a mysterious concoction that T'Kia had never seen.

"The prince will now have the strength of the Black Panther stripped away.", Zuri explains and pours the liquid into T'Challa's mouth.

T'Challa reacts violently, nearly choking on the red fluid. He spasms, his veins expanding and his muscles contracting as the poisonous liquid expands through his body.

T'Kia looked at her aunt and grandmother in worry, but they gave her reassuring looks in return. The prince's eyes become red before he calms, his trembling coming to a stop, and he exhales as he stands.

Pleased, Zuri turns to the audience. "Damaku!"

"The Border Tribe will not challenge today.", others yell.

The crowd repeats. "Damaku!"

"Victory in ritual combat comes by yield or death. If any tribe wishes to put forth a warrior, I now offer a path to the throne.", Zuri exclaims.

The Merchant Tribe Warrior calls out, "The Merchant Tribe will not challenge today."

"Yibambe!", Nakia yelled, receiving the same chant in return.

"The River Tribe will not challenge today!", the River elder announced.

"The Mining Tribe will not challenge today.", the mining elder announced.

"Is there any member of royal blood... who wishes to challenge for the throne?", Zuri asked.

Shuri raised her hand, making everyone look at her in shock.

"This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?", Shuri says, clapping. T'Kia shakes her head as Queen Ramonda pinches Shuri in exasperation. "Mother!", Shuri whines.

T'Challa, amused, shakes his head at his sister's antics before pausing as he and the others hear a familiar chant.

"Are they Jabari?", Shuri asks. "Yes.", Queen Mother responds. T'Kia frowned. She'd heard of the Jabari, but never got close to seeing any of them.

A huge man with a monkey skull over his face enters from the darkness.

"M'Baku, what are you doing here?", Zuri asks.

He shrugs with a tilt of his head. "It's Challenge Day. We have watched... and listened from the mountains! We have watched with disgust... as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child!", he yells pointing at Shuri, making the Dora Milaje and T'Kia step in front of her.

M'Baku's head tilts once more in curiosity as he looks at the girl who glared back at the man. "New. You're new. And younger.", he turns to the Queen. "Are you allowing children to fight now?"

Queen Ramonda doesn't say anything before T'Challa steps up. "Address me, not my mother.", he says, making the taller man turn to him.

The warning look in his eyes sends a message that M'Baku caught onto quickly. A laugh escapes him as he looks back at the girl.

"You're the child.", he says, another laugh ripping from his gut. 

He continues, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child. Who scoffs at tradition!", he finishes, as his newfound irritation rises again before he turns to the prince.

"And now you want to hand the nation over to this prince...", he says, standing over T'Challa. "Who could not keep his own father safe. Mmm? We will not have it. I said, we will not have it, oh! I, M'Baku... leader of the Jabari..."

"I accept your challenge, M'Baku.", T'Challa cuts him off.

M'Baku's shoulders square back. "Glory to Hanuman."

They've already started their fighting and M'baku kicks T'Challa down after so many impacts.

Through the loud drumming, M'Baku yells, "Stand up!"

"Where is your god now!?", he shouts.

T'Challa gets up and gives him an over kick. He punches M'Baku in his sides as M'Baku swings aimlessly.

"Yes!", Nakia and T'Kia cheer.

M'Baku takes his staff and picks up T'Challa with it, crushing him with his bare weight. T'Challa is now bleeding from his face, almost dizzy and tired. 

"No powers!", M'Baku headbutts him. "No claws!" He gives him another. "No special suit! Just a boy!"

T'Challa's head dangles back and catches T'Kia's glossy eyes.

"Tell him who you are!!", his mother yells.

T'Challa quickly leans up to punch M'Baku back. T'Kia cheered on in hope as he cracked open M'Baku's mask.

M'Baku, shocked at the sight of blood coming from his own face, screams in anger and stabs T'Challa right where his heart should be, leaving the Udaku family in shock.

T'Challa's eyes widen as he shouts in pain, gripping onto the staff.

"Baba!!", T'Kia rushes to move, but Shuri holds her back.

T'Challa takes a quick glance at his daughter before glaring at M'Baku, his bloody teeth gritting. "I am Prince T'Challa... son of King T'Chaka!!", he yells.

"You can do this, T'Challa!", Shuri yells.

T'Challa pulls out the pointed edge and dodges as M'Baku swings to stab him again, kicking him into the water.

He wraps his legs around his neck, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Yes!", T'Kia cheered. 

"Come on!", Nakia yells.

"Yield! Don't make me kill you!", T'Challa yells as M'Baku's face swells with the lack of oxygen.

"I'd rather die!", M'Baku yells.

Others start chanting T'Challa's name.

"You have fought with honor. Now, yield! Your people need you.", he says. Worry almost wracks T'Challa's body. Was M'Baku really going to let his pride in the way of living? M'Baku glances at his own warriors.

"Yield, man!", T'Challa yells. Cheers erupt as M'Baku taps out.

T'Kia sighs in relief and smiles at her father as he stands, watching as the Jabari warriors pull the bigger man up.

Zuri walks over to him. "I now present to you, King T'Challa. The Black Panther."

T'Challa nods to him. "Zuri."

"My King.", he only nods back.

"Wakanda Forever!!", the tribes yell simultaneously.

T'Challa is moved on to the Hall of Kings, an ancient place that represented the past kings of Wakanda.

He watches as his daughter's eyes sparkle with wonder. How long had this been here, she thought.

The place was huge.

As they stopped, T'Challa was placed onto the red soil, ready to be buried. T'Kia kneels by his head as he gives her a smile of reassurance.

Zuri walks up, his hands holding the liquidized herd.

"Allow the Heart-Shaped Herb... to restore the powers of the Black Panther... and take you to the Ancestral Plane." Zuri feeds him the fluid of the herb.

T'Challa's body shivers as he lets out a groan, swallowing the liquid.

"T'Chaka, we call on you. Come here to your son.", Zuri calls. The crowd watches as T'Challa's veins pulsate throughout his body.

T'Challa's eyes shut and pop open as he wakes up in a grassy plain, with the sky a purple-ish hue. It was beautiful, almost cold. He felt… free.

He heard a familiar voice behind him, a laugh following the voice. He turned around to see his father smiling at him proudly.

"Baba."

"My son.", T'Chaka responds. T'Challa quickly kneeled in front of him.

"Stand.", T'Chaka says. "You are a King now."

T'Challa looks up at him. A frown dropped his face as he shook his head and stood up, his head hanging low.

T'Chaka frowns as well, worried. "What's wrong, my son?", he asks.

"I am not ready.", T'Challa confesses.

He never imagined the sudden pressure of being king. It was happening and now he just wanted to run. To be what he used to be.

He always wondered how his father managed to do it. To balance and juggle responsibilities as if it was nothing.

"Have you not prepared to be King your whole life? Have you not trained and studied been by my side?"

T'Challa shook his head, clenching his fists. "I am not ready to be without you.", T'Challa says.

He frowns. "A man who has not prepared his children for his own death, has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you....?"

T'Challa looks up, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Never."

T'Chaka hugs his son in a warm hold he hasn't had in so long. T'Challa felt like a little boy again, scared and vulnerable.

He lets out a sigh. "Tell me how to protect Wakanda. To protect my family. My daughter. I want to be a great King, Baba. Just like you."

T'Chaka rubs his back. "You will struggle. That is inevitable. So you'll need to surround yourself with people you trust. You have your sister, your mother, your love, and...your daughter.", he says, making T'Challa eyes widen.

"You must prepare her like I did for you and your sister. You're a good man with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king.", he says.

T'Challa suddenly jolted awake, out of breath as he felt someone pulled him up.

"Breathe, T'Challa. Breathe. Breathe.", Zuri tells him.

He takes calming deep breaths and looks around, smiling at T'Kia and Zuri who look at him worriedly.

"You're okay.", T'Kia says, more to her beating, worrying heart than him. She knew he'd be okay. He fought off poisoning and a stab close to the heart. He was strong.

"He was there.", T'Challa chuckled, as Zuri pulled him up. "He was there. My father."

T'Challa felt a bursting sense of confidence and took T'Kia to walk in the city once more with Nakia. He wanted to spend time with them as a family. He had his own family. It was still a little hard to get used to, knowing he was a father now.

He loved it.

T'Kia, however, didn't mind following along with her father. It was just her mother that was the problem.

Though, a conflicting thought crossed her mind. Maybe she was being childish for letting her feelings get the better of her. She shouldn't feel resentful toward her mother for not being around. 

She was busy. Parents get busy. It happens.

She knew that, but…

"Come home, Nakia.", she hears her father say.

"I'm right here.", Nakia says, looking at T'Challa incredulously.

His eyes softened, pleading. "Stay."

"I came to support you and to honor your father, but I can't stay. I found my calling out there. I've seen too many in need just to turn a blind eye.", Nakia says, sighing.

T'Challa frowns, glancing back at his daughter who looked around, waving and smiling at other civilians before turning to his lover.

"Then, what about T'Kia? What about her? Will you stay for her?", T'Challa whispers.

Nakia frowns. "I just can't be happy here knowing that there's people out there who have nothing.", she says and glanced at T'Kia. "Besides, she hates me."

T'Challa looked at her in disbelief. "She does not."

Nakia fixes him a look. "You didn't see the look she gave me. She doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."

T'Challa frowns. He noticed, just chose not to say anything. It was true she hadn't been around, and maybe T'Kia missed her a lot, but after seeing her again, she must feel torn.

He shakes his head, moving on. "Then, what would you have Wakanda do about it?", he asks.

"Share what we have. We could provide aid...and access to technology and refuge to those who need it. Other countries do it, we could do it better.", Nakia says, enthusiastically.

"We are not like these other countries, Nakia. If the world found out what we truly are, what we possess, we could lose our way of life.", T'Challa says.

"For once, I agree.", T'Kia speaks up.

She didn't want to meet any colonizers right now, let alone trust them not to steal anything from her home.

She learned a lot from her aunt, seeing that Vibranium was being used for weapons outside of its native habitat and people. It wasn't right.

"Wakanda is strong enough to help others and protect ourselves at the same time.", Nakia argued.

T'Challa sighs and gives her a look. "If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great Queen."

"I would make a great Queen, because I am so stubborn.", Nakia counters, sassily.

"So, you admit it!", he exclaims.

"I did not say that."

T'Kia smiles to herself.

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[sharonrb]

Death is Only the Beginning: New chapters 49 & 50

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[xblackreader]

Attuma x Okoye x M’ baku 18+

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Now …. You know I gotta see a part two of her ruining them … this was insane. Whiny power bottom attuma is a dynamic I didn’t know I needed but now cannot live without.

Those two sluts have a long night of tears and begging coming up and I would like to read it 🤭 NEED IT

Thank you @mickimomo

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[creamecafe]

Nope I'll leave that to you!

Ok got it! Tysm for requesting! I should get to writing it soon maybe before Christmas week!

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[mermaidchansons]

So…

I know I haven’t written any BP fanfiction in quite some time. The pandemic has definitely set me back quite a lot. But I just wanted to tell you guys not only how much BP means to me, but also how much our community on this labrynth of bullshit means to me!

I never really felt comfortable or accepted as a fanfic/romance writer before BP came out. And y’all were so open and welcoming and supportive. I’ve not only grown as a writer but also just as a person. And this community that we’ve found played a part in that. I can’t wait for Wakanda Forever to come out. And I can’t wait to share endless theories, emotions, stories, fanfics, and jokes with y’all. Y’all are the best. Thanks for being you.

Sorry, I’m feeling suuuuuper mushy after last night so take all of this love!

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[jellybean531]

Our King

You walked in the throne room to find your king, M’Baku sitting distraught. He was hunched over his throne, his eyes a deep red from crying. His shoulders slumped heavily as he looked out over Wakanda, in the direction of the capital. He couldn’t form any words. He simply stared in the distance. 

The entire Jabari kingdom was suddenly overtaken with a thunderstorm. Being this high in the mountains, the weather shifted from a beautiful, snowy day to rain and torrential winds suddenly. There was lightning and thunder and the storm seemed never-ending. This weather only happened when a king was welcomed suddenly into the kingdom of the ancestors, but you knew that Queen Storm was grieving her king T’Challa.

Your king was a mighty warrior. Your connection was “just natural” and you were in love with him in a way that was beyond spiritual. His deep pain radiated from every pore of his body. The sadness and grief took up the entire room. You, in flowing white robes, watched from the distance. The Jabari guards had let you in, knowing that you were the only one who could console your king. Strong men were your specialty, since you could understand their delicate emotions and still honor their strength.

You bowed your head. Tears had been flowing from your eyes all morning. You woke up and knew your king was grieving, as he had slipped out in the middle of the night. One of your hand-maidens had told you the sad news as you awoke to find M’Baku gone from his usual place-beside you. The room was cold, awash with a feeling of deep pain.

Watching him now, you knew what you had to do. Only you could comfort him. The loss of king T’Challa was too great. He had unified Wakanda -and the world -in a way that only he could. His grace was something to behold. To lose him so young, only 43, when he had finally stepped into his power, was heart-wrenching. T’Challa was known worldwide as an incredible hero, earnest diplomat, and kind and thoughtful king and leader. Your mind raced with all the things to come, but standing in the shadow of M’Baku’s grief, you couldn’t get to all of these things.

You sent the guards away and approached M’Baku on his throne. “My love, you whispered.” He didn’t say anything, just made a gentle nod of his head. You moved closer, your robes fluttering with the speed of your walk. You walked up and bowed before him, then stood and embraced him. M’Baku enveloped you so tightly that you felt crushed with the weight of his grief. He buried his head in your shoulder and cried. It was a deep, guttural cry that shook the wooden throne. Your king’s wails could be heard throughout the land. His deep sadness alternated between the howls of a gorilla and the cries of a man.

You held him tightly. In true Jabari fashion, once he had finished crying and looking vacantly in the distance, you both knocked out - you fell asleep curled in his arms. Your head was throbbing in pain and you felt foggy. You could see the pain in M’Baku’s eyes. “I should have helped him,” he said. “We could have done more together.”  “Yes, my love,” but you did all you could while he was here. You two united Jabari-land and Wakanda. You held reverence for one another. The king has done what he needed to do and so have you.

“My queen,” he said, looking deeply in your eyes. “Thank you for your wisdom.” He bent down and kissed you on the forehead. It was time for you to go. He said to you, “go rest. We have much to attend to in the coming weeks.” You knew what came next. Jabari men and warriors had to gather to perform their own signs of respect. Before you joined the tribal cry, you knew that you needed your strength.

As you left the throne room, you nodded to the Jabari guard outside, “it is time.” With the new dawn after news of the king’s passing, the men of the tribe would gather at first light. As king T’Challa was welcomed by the ancestors, each tribe would pay homage. The Jabari did this, led by your love, the alpha male of the tribe. You had arrived to your quarters to pray at first light. Just as you finished your prayers, the wooden doors of your room shook. You heard the Jabari grunting so loudly that the kingdom vibrated. Every Jabari grunted in a primordial grunt and scream that could be heard in the heavens. The cries and screams of the tribe could be head throughout Wakanda.

As you looked from the window of your quarters, you saw a giant rainbow. It greeted the dawn. The mournful wails of the Jabari turned to howls. You and the women of the Jabari ululated alongside the men. The rainbow was a sign that T’Challa had ascended and was letting us know that all was well. Rest well, king. 

Note: Since the passing of Chadwick Boseman, who played King T’Challa, I sense many of us have been grieving. This was my contribution and way to process the sadness that so many of us feel. It feels so soon and so sudden, and I hope that this is received with the love and in the spirit in which it was intended. Rest well, king. Let those of us whose friends and families are touched by cancer keep fighting this good fight.

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