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[lady-olive-oil]

BSB: Chapter 7

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Warnings for the sexual encounter, will be in bold black letters leading up to the event itself. 

Warnings: sexual themes [wrap it before you tap it] & language

WC: 3.9K [I SNAPPED]

It seemed as though everything around them, seized to stop. The only noise that could be heard, was the sound of their heartbeats and gentle moans. A few soft caresses and effortless tugs on one another, neither of them wanted this moment to stop.

“It’s too quiet in there. They’re either; about to get it on or actually there isn’t anything else they could be doing.” T’Challa always knew when to stop while he was a ahead and most of the time his words come out confusing is stressful times. But then time however, the group agreed with him.

“Finally. The girls on the dance team owe me $20 each for this.” Nattie smirked gently and back away from the door.

Nakia has a mischievous look in her eyes, upon glancing at Erik.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, my love?” Arching her brow, she earned a smirk from him.

“If you’re thinking about going after Sean, then great minds think alike.” Erik pulled her close and kissed her nose.

“Exactly what I was thinking. You guys wanna roll?” Nakia asked and rallied up the troops.

“Hell yeah. We’ll catch em tomorrow.” Nattie grabbed T’Challa’s hand and headed down the hall.

Back in the room, Nefe couldn’t help but love the feeling of M’Baku touching her, admiring the way his tall stature had engulfed hers. Without a shadow of a doubt, she didn’t want to leave. He lifted her off the floor, to hoist her legs around his waist.

“M’Baku!” The squeal that left her lips, was a genuine one. His soft laugh echoed after her, keeping her back angled on the wall, continuing his tender pecks along her neck.

“Yes my love?” He let all his emotion take over and wasn’t ashamed to do so.

His lips trailed kisses up and down her heated neck, receiving compassionate praises from his love. He never thought they’d get to this point. Yet here they were; locked in a tight embrace, bodies shaking in desire and want. Never wanting to let go.

“W-we should stop…” Nefe’s voice betrayed her yearning to be closer to him as much as she wanted. As quick as road runner running away from Wil E. Coyote, M’Baku had pinned his lady against the deep red duvet on her bed.

M’Baku froze in place, glancing into her eyes as they conveyed mixed emotions. He nuzzled his hair against hers, gaining a giggle.

“Are we going too fast? I don’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with-”

“M’Baku, shhh. We can still do this, trust me I’ve been dreaming of it.” She pecks his full wanting lips gently, holding his face to convey her emotions to him.

“As have I, malkia wangu. (My love)” he whispered back before sitting up with her in his lap, holding on tight. After years of just being friends a true and honest kiss happened. One that was better than before.

“I still want you. I will always want you, yet I want to do this the right way. How about a date?” She suggested, tracing his strong jawline with her fingernails.

“A date? I have an even better idea. How about a weekend in New Orleans, just the two of us?” The tone he had whilst suggesting this spontaneous trip, made Nefe purr like a kitten in heat. She never thought she would ever get this point in time with someone she only considered her best friend. This time around she went with her heart.

“Hmm. A mini trip to Nola huh? Sounds wonderful to me, I’d love to go on a trip with you M’Baku.”

“Wait really? Truthfully?” He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. He had a goddess among men in his hands and just enjoyed the moment for as long as he could.

“Why would I lie? I may hide a few things but I’d never lie. This has been a long time coming M’Baku, and I’m going in with my heart. We’d have to take it slow.” Nuzzling into his neck with pleasant gesture, she meant every word.

“Then it’s settled. This weekend, you and me, are going to New Orleans for much...needed...getaway.” Emphasizing each word with a gentle kiss along neck, she erupted in a fit of giggles again.

“Baku! Stop it, that tickles.”

“I could listen to you laugh all day. But we must get back to our friends.”

With a delicate sigh, she nodded and shimmied off his lap, holding out her hand for him to take.

“Come on, great gorilla.”

“Coming, my Queen.”

This man did so much for her and vice versa, that she finally could see her true feelings shining through. Walking out of her room hand in hand, down towards the main foyer of the DST house, their fingers were locked in a sweet embrace. It just felt right for them

It seemed as though the party had died down, and everyone went home. Meeting up with the others at the house pool was convenient. Once everyone met up, the two were met by their group of friends, who all but seemed surprised by the two.

“Oh well lookie lookie.” Nattie grinned at them, while dusting off her silk red pj pants.

“Uh yeah. I’ll explain later, what happened to y’all?” Nefe asked with a quizzical look on her face.

Their friends had dirt patches on them in various places; a few hairs out of place, looking just rough.

“Alright I must ask this, who won?” M’Baku broke the silence and saw two hands raise up. Who did the hands belong to? None other than Erik and Nakia.

“Who was the fight with anyway?” Asked a perplexed Nefe, who rested her head on M’Baku’s shoulder.

“I’ll give you a guess..” Nattie mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Dragging the girls to the edge of the pool to just let their feet dangle in the water.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh but they did. They wiped the floor with his scrawny ass.” Nattie nodded in encouragement.

“He got knocked the fuck out!” Erik exclaimed in hysterics, still high from his recent escapades.

“Y’all are something else. Let’s just hope he won’t press charges.” Nefe pointed out as she felt a sudden change in heat by her right side.

“Y’all look cozy after all.” Okoye smiled happily.

“Mhm, too cozy. Spill it!” Nakia nugged Nefe and caused the group to erupt in laughter.

“Well we came to an agreement, a very hot agreement.” Nefe rolled her eyes and playfully hit M’Baku on his knee.

“It got quiet in there and we were worried-” T’Challa was cut off by Nattie hitting his arm.

“Y’all were by the door?! I can not believe y’all.” Nefe couldn’t help but picture her friends on the other side of the door, while softly laughing.

“But y’all did make up though right? You’re welcome.” Erik winked at Nefe and gained an eye roll, before M’Baku kissed her gently in front of them.

The whole group broke out in cheers and applause, causing the new couple to feel the heat rush to their faces.

“It may take some time to say it, but I know I feel it.” M’Baku admitted to Nefe, prompting her to hide her face in his neck.

“I know. I feel it too, don’t worry.”

“Now that’s that’s settled, what are everyone’s plans for this weekend?” T’Challa questioned as Nattie hands him another beer.

“Well, Nefe an di are going to New Orleans for the weekend. To you know, get to know each other more.” The cunning smirk that was etched M’Baku’s face was full of triumph and accomplishment.

“You don’t say? Well g’head playa.” Erik gave M’Baku a fist bump and T’Challa gave him a high five.

The girls giggled at Nefe and caused her to do the same.

He had earned his alone time with Nefe more than ever. It had been years leading up to this important weekend. From Friday to Monday, they’d be alone. In another city; in a hotel, surrounded and emerged in the love that is New Orleans. Nothing is going to ruin this trip.

“Little vacation ain’t hurt nobody. We’ll be back Monday night, right?” Nefe looked at M’Baku for confirmation.

Nodding at her with sincerity, he couldn’t get enough of how elegant she looked at this very moment. He was truly in love with how this gorgeous woman, had escaped her binds and fell into his arms. He thought he was in a deep slumber, but it was all reality.

“Make sure to take lots of pictures too.” Nattie reminded her.

“Can’t say you’ve been somewhere if you don’t take pictures.” Okoye pointed out as well.

As the height died down, the story of how Erik and Nakia got their hands on Sean was the biggest highlight of the night.

“So we just found him with Melanie, near the hookah machine right? Erik grabbed him and was like, ‘listen man. I don’t like how you’ve been treating my sister like you have.’ He was just going in.” Nattie explained

“And wasn’t having Erik be all in his face and shit either. So Sean was like ‘I don’t give a fuck. She’s my girl anyway. She’ll do as I tell her to. When you see her, tell her that a real man is looking for her’ and Erik just pushed him. Rammed him into the nearest tree and wailed on him.”  Nakia exclaimed, the group chuckled at her impression of Sean.

“Next thing we know, he was fighting him near the fountain. Driving punches to his face left and right, like Adonis Creed. Sean tried to choke him out, but with the strength of the Black Panther-” T’Challa couldn’t help but laugh too hard, while explaining his part, that it caused him to start snorting.

“He winded up holding him underwater for a few seconds, before campus security came to tear them apart. That’s how we all ended up back here, along with a warning.” Okoye finished it off with grace.

“Y’all are wild. I can’t have a moment without y’all getting into something.”

“You have M’Baku to keep you happy now hun. We can handle ourselves.”

Nattie did have a point, even when Nefe didn’t want to admit it.

“I guess you’re right. Well, we all have to get up in the morning. Gotta leave early to head to Nola, y’all have volunteer hours. Tell professor Cunningham I’ll be gone and email me the assignments. My other professors know I’ll be gone.” Nefe dusted her shorts off, before kissing M’Baku’s head.

“We’ll keep y’all posted soon enough. If Erik goes to jail, we’ll bail him out.” Nakia made a promise and Erik scoffed, laying his arm around her neck.

“Good.”

The next few hours were restless for Nefe. She could hardly sleep and it was driving her mad. After a midnight snack, double stuffed Oreos and milk, she finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

-Next Morning-

“Ok. So I got at least four outfits just in case I decide to switch it up. Along with 3 pairs of shoes, one pair of heels that go with everything. Body stuff and I’m good.” Nefe was going through her weekend bag and noted everything she had and needed.

“Come on Nefe. We gotta go! Slow as shit.” M’Baku called up from the car, which was a black Tahoe.

“Boy if you don’t quit rushing me! I’m coming damnit!”

That’s how it went on for the next hour or so on the way up. Nefe was sound asleep in the passenger, the motion of the car lulled her to sleep. With a gentle smile, M’Baku moved a braid away from her face. Admiring her facial structure and how lucky he is to have her. After calling they’re friends to let them know that they’d made it safe to their hotel, M’Baku tucked Nefe into bed.

(Warning #1: Dirty part coming up soon)

The next few days were pure joy. From going down to the French Quarter; eating jambalaya, taking in a few live jazz shows, touring the bayou and enjoy all that New Orleans had to offer.

On their last night, they decided to have a romantic dinner. Brennan’s was recommended by Nefe’s parents highly. It had an amazing view of the street with all lights glistening in the southern sunset.

The dress Nefe wore, was a sleek golden yellow bodycon dress that left nothing to imagination. The sleeves accentuated her elongated arms; the bodice stuck to her curves in all the right places and angles. Making it appear to be painted on, the ruffles made her god given assets look glorious. Her shoes, were to die for. The black heels and gold accents made her look taller than before. M’Baku wore a matching golden yellow long sleeve shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a slick pair of yellow Stacy Adams to match.

“Damn we look good, but you my love are breathtaking.” He whispered gently in her ear, as they both took a picture together in the floor to ceiling mirror. The soft gesture caused the nubian goddess to chuckle elegantly. He half of the silver gorilla necklace was tucked into his shirt, so it wouldn’t make much noise.

“M’Baku my love, this is only the beginning of what is to come if you play your cards right.” Placing a delightful kiss upon his cheek, she dusted off his shoulders from any possible lint that was caught on his shoulders.

“Oh? You see more for us from here?” He watched her drift away from, bending over to grab her clutch. Great Hanuman, he thought to himself watching her more with grace and elegance.

“Why of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Adjusting her half of the silver gorilla necklace, that was gracefully placed upon her bosom, Nefe smiled at her dear friend.

“Well, you know my secret and why I am here. You don’t want me for my titles; my notoriety, the money. What do you desire from me?” The question hung in the air as gentle as a feather drifting in the breeze. The look on her face was unreadable, then shifted to a soft one.

Caressing his cheeks with her thumbs, she looked into his eyes with sincerity. Feeling the pain of his past wash over his face. Nefe could tell that M’Baku had been severely hurt by the women he’s dated in the past. Especially Melanie, which she depicted herself that she didn’t know he was a prince. That was just the icing on the cake.

“M’Baku, my forever love, we’ve known each other for years. My views on you haven’t changed then, and they won’t now. Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean I expect anything less of you. You’ll always be my best friend no matter what, and if the timing is right maybe even your girlfriend. So on and so forth.” The way she explained made his heart flutter against his chest as he held her close.

“That makes me happy to hear you say that. Truthfully, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. Now how should I ask you to be mine?” taking her hands in his, he led her out of their hotel room, towards their car waiting for them to take them to Brennan’s.

“Depends on how you do after dinner.” with a sly smirk in his direction, M’baku was up for the challenge.

(Warning #2: Dirty part coming)

Dinner was absolutely amazing. The atmosphere; the company, the food was to die for. The icing on the cake was the dessert. M’Baku couldn’t wait to have Nefe all to himself on their king sized bed, back at the hotel.

He picked her up with ease, before getting into the elevator. Their hands were clawing at each other, for release. He hiked up her right leg around his waist and rolled his hips into hers, trailing his full thick lips against her heated neck.

“M’Baku…” Nefe groaned in a hushed tone, feeling her skin overheat in desire. Hearing the elevator ding, the two pulled apart and ran towards their room to continue their rendezvous.

Locking the door behind him M’Baku had sauntered over towards Nefe; unzipping her dress from the back. The fabric fell down her shoulders and pooled around her dainty feet. Leaving her in an all black silk and lace lingerie, that highlighted her curvaceous figure. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight of the French doors.

Facing him, she unbuttoned his yellow shirt and let it fall to the ground as well. Discarding the rest of their clothes, she pulled him closer to her body.

(Warning #3: Dirty part!!! Count to 60 or skip)

“My my. Aren’t you a sight behold. Glory to Hanuman..” M’Baku picked her up once more, pulling her into a lustful kiss that was knee buckling. Her moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear a symphony. Their actions were breathtaking even, and they didn’t come up but a few second before going back at it.

With the help of his phone, the soft melody of Floetry, Say Yes, played through the room as a soundtrack to the perfect night. Amongst other 90’s R&B jams to help set the mood.

Grinding her hips against him, he moaned against her lips, falling back on the bed between her delectable thighs. She looked down at him with a mischievous smile  but it soon shifted when he flipped them over, having him on top.

As the kissing commenced, his lips traveled down her body. Making sure no skin was unkissed or groped.

“M’Baku you tease…ohh” her breathing was heavy and wanting, it hitched when she felt his tongue upon her bundle of nerve. Tugging and sucking relentlessly, as her nimble fingers gripped the back of his neck.

Her back arched like a bow, waiting to release its arrow, just as his tongue flickered with a swiftness and dipped in her heated treasure. Making her yelp in ecstasy, his digits moved faster and faster, her hips rotated against his skillful mouth. Changing her orgasm she finally calmed down, catching her breath.

“You-you’re too good at that.”

“I’m better at other’s things as well, my queen.” Licking his fingers clean of her essence, they eyed each other like lions in heat.

She beckoned him to come closer with her hooked index finger, and he obliged.

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked once more to make sure he didn't overstep her boundaries. Her consent was important to him above of all, next to pleasing her. She nodded her head gently.

“Yes my love. I need you.” Her body shook with desire and he was going to give it to her.

He made sure that the condom was on at least 3-4 times, you can never be too careful. He positioned himself at her heated entrance, holding her hips to glide in slowly to get her to adjust. It wa obvious that she hadn’t had a man the size of M’Baku before, it showed on her heated face as her eyes closed tight.

“Look at me, I need to see the elegant faces you make when you scream out into the heavens.” his lips ghosted against hers, her muscles adjusted to his size as she pulled him down to a hot searing kiss. He was sheathed fully inside of her, taking in the warmth of her body as they rocked back and forth under the royal purple silk sheets.  

“Glory to Hanuman, you are tight.” Lacing their fingers together, placing her hands above her head, his speed increased.

The faces she made were indescribable. She kept her eyes on his like a pro, moving her hips with his in tandem. Once he let her hands go, they found purchase on his ebony skin and her nails clawed down his back. It motivated him to go harder and faster. They both earned this moment more than ever.

“Nefertiti…” He groaned out this time, and it stirred something deep within her that caused a rift. Her muscles contracted around him again, milking him for everything had.

There was a sudden empty feeling and it caused her pout. She was dripping literal honey and the scene before him caused M’Baku to grow harder. Flipping her over, her ass in the air and her face in the pillows, her expression changed quick. He slid into her again in this new position and went harder.

The noises that left her swollen lips, filled the room. Sure enough to alert their neighbors, but they didn’t care. Pushing her hips back on him, twerking a bit earned her a smack on her rounded ass.

“Shit!” She squealed and moaned again, leaning her head back. Letting her braids dance along her back, she glanced back at M’Baku like a cheetah on the hunt.

“You like that?” He whispered hotly in her ear, as he went faster. The movement she made, made him moan this time. Pure music to her ears, holding the back of his head close to her neck. They seemed to move closer by the second.

His chest was to her back, the both sat up and faced the mirror so strategically placed by the bathroom.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be squeezing you like a python right now, now would I?” Her voice was strained as her head was on his shoulder, his lips were on her neck. Their bodies moved in sync, as both their highs approached. Watching him move in and out of her, covered in her essence, made her body grow hotter.

“A python has nothing on you, cause dear god woman you are exquisite.” His rough hands squeezed her heaving breasts, pinching her nipples to get her over faster. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a handful of his ass, clutching on to him for dear life. Sweat glistening their bodies as the euphoric ambiance took over them.

His rhythm was like poetry. Drawing her in like a Shakespearean sonnet on a hot summer day. His body fit against hers like a glove, snug and secure. Wrapping his arms around her fully, turning her head to kiss her with such force and heated tension. It was now his job to be her protector, and he was willing to take on the job.

He felt her body shake, a clear sign that she was close to her release.

“M’Baku, I can't hold it anymore.” She whined, her voice strained against his lips once more.

“Let go. I’m right behind you.” He gave her the clear to let go and once she did, he followed suit. Filling up the condom as much as he could. He slid out gently, tying the condom and tossing it away.

(You can come back now!!!)

Nefe laid there in pure bliss, and closed her eyes to feel her body tingling. She was still burning and the cool sheets made it better. She snuggled up against M’Baku, once he came back from the bathroom. The sheet stayed at their waists, as the sounds of soothing R&B careered the perfect atmosphere. She traced shapes on his chest, heading his heartbeat.

“That was better than I expected.” He finally spoke.

“Better than your expectations?” The gleaming look in her eye, was a pleasant one. Kissing her head, she felt prideful and full of love. Finally, she felt as though she was a woman.

“Way better. You, my queen, exceeded them. In fact, how about a second round?” Kissing her softly, she draped her leg around his waist and straddle him.

“This time, I lead~” Kissing him back with so much love and adoration, she trailed kisses down his body in return.

“Dear Hanuman…” He groaned, and kept his eyes on her the whole time.This was going to be a long hot night.

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[supersizemeplz]

Just A Bit Longer

CountryBoy!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short for my girl's who love Southern Erik. Happy National Black Family Cookout Day, as I seen some one post here. I hope this doesn't feel rushed y'all. Enjoy!

A wooden picnic table sat off to the right of the barn. Several plates, silverware, and pieces of decor adorned the table. Music played from the speakers balanced on the fence posts, flowing over the handful of people at the small gathering. Your dust covered boots were your guide as you approached the decorated area.

A small group of men and their wives stood in separate groups around the grill, talking amongst each other. A few kids playing with the horses in the gated area beside the barn. You smiled as Erik's younger cousin shouted her hello, running over to give you a hug before she went back to the horses. When your eyes found Erik's, he was already looking at you.

He tucked both his hands in his pockets as you eased over to him, trying to hold back his smile. Dimples giving him away. You chuckled as you came to a stop before him. Raising an eyebrow, your lips gifted him a teasing smirk. "Always being the perfect nephew. It fits you, Stevens."

He let his smile break through fully, shoulders bouncing. "That's true, but I'd be the perfect husband too" Wiggling his eyebrows, he caught both your hands with his. Bringing them to his pillow lips to allow them to press a kiss to your soft skin.

You felt your body heat up, butterflies in your stomach beginning to flutter. The smile on your lips became larger and you allowed him to pull you into a hug. "I missed you, thickems." His voice seemed to growl in appreciation, humming to send a vibration through you and straight to yo-

"Erik and his princess, sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G." You both looked to the singing trio of girls, giggling as they sang. From across the yard, Aunt Nina called for them to leave her love birds alone. Which pulled a few teasing whistles from uncles in the group she stood by.

One of the little girls stuck their tongue out at Erik and he did it back, making all of them laugh before they ran off. You watched them, smiling softly as they left. "They're so cute."

Erik laughed as he lead you both to the table, "Cute as hell until they don't get their way. Then it's another story. I learned that the hard way." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for the story. "I watched them once when my aunt and uncle went out of town for work. Since I'm good with kids and I didn't mind. The youngest one, Bri-Bri, ain't like when I told her she couldn't get another cookie.. let's just say she got her cookie."

You laughed at that, imagining how Erik looked when she threw a tantrum. He could barely tell you no, so it wasn't a surprise that he gave into her. A part of you wished you could've seen him with them, watching him show off his fatherly potential.

"Dance with me?" His voice broke your thoughts, making you look to him. He stood before you with a grin as he held out a hand.

"You know I can't dance.." You pouted, looking up at him from your seat at the table. He let out a laugh, lifting you from the bench with a laugh. Holding his hand, you kept his gaze as he walked backwards from the tables and people that surrounded them.

"Come on. I'll take it easy on you." He teased with a little shoulder dance as he backed you both onto the dusty dance floor. "You trust me, right? Relax.."

He wiggled his thick eyebrows, smiling big enough to show a glimpse of his golden caps. Pulling you closer, he swayed you both to the music. You looked up at him, playfully rolling your eyes as you relaxed.

His hands fell to your hips, sitting appropriately on your hips. Though you wouldn't mind if they slipped a bit lower. "I know you can loosen up more than that, sweetness. I've seen your dancing sessions when you're cooking."

You chuckled at that, moving your hips a bit more. "First of all, Stevens, you weren't supposed to be seeing that. I specifically told you to watch the food, not me." Stepping back from him, you danced a little to a familiar beat that came from the speakers. Erik licked his lips at that memory, remembering the jiggle of your thighs and back side that night. Since that night he's offered to come over and help with dinner more often.

He shrugged, dancing around you as your eyes followed him. Once he disappeared behind you, his hands found your hips again. "Maybe I liked the view. You're very attractive, if I haven't told you before.." He had, many times whether boldly or slyly.

The scent of his cologne caught your nose and you hummed softly at its aroma. Erik always smelt good. You allowed him to dance behind you a while longer, just to enjoy his addictive scent and his warmth. Finally nudging him gently away with a nudge from your backside, you threw a wink to him over your shoulder.

A song or two passed before some of the older couples joined you both, dancing only the entertaining way old heads could as the sun began to dim. You had stopped your dancing to cheer on Aunt Nina, watching her get down with her husband. She held her red solo cup high, shaking her hips to the beat.

Erik found himself behind you again, watching his aunt and uncle do their dance. Matching outfits and all. He chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder as he swayed you both once again. "If we ever got married, you think that'd be us?"

The question caught you off guard a bit, but you smiled at hearing him ask it. His voice was quiet as if he was envisioning it. You nodded, giggling before you replied. "That'd definitely be us."

You felt his smile as the dancing died down, his aunt confessing that she was tired. And she was ready to eat.

Everyone started heading towards the table except for you two, Erik catching your hand to make you stay. "Have I told you how pretty you are?"

You grinned, "Yes sir, you have. But I don't mind hearing it again." He chuckled, telling you how pretty you were a bit slower as he pulled you back to him. Looking up at him, you placed your hands on his chest. "Are you trying to keep me all to yourself, Stevens?"

He did a cute crunching of his nose, "Just a little bit longer. My aunt loves taking you away from me."

"The food's done you two. Come get a plate so I can talk to my future niece." Aunt Nina called out, making you chuckle. Erik calling out to say that you both were coming, giving you a 'see what I'm saying' look.

You poked your lip out, cooing at him as you leaned closer. Much to his surprise, you kissed his cheek then the corner of his lips. Pulling back, you patted his chest twice as you found the daze in his face. You stepped away, turning to him one more time with an innocent smile. "Be nice, Erik. She is my future aunt, after all. And if that's the case, you'll have me to yourself more often."

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[hennessystevens-udaku]

Happy Birthday, Daka

Warnings: This is a tear-jerker, y’all. Please grab some tissues before reading.

Sunlight shined bright into the shared bedroom of the couple’s condo. It’s occupants slept peacefully, their bodies still intertwined from the previous night’s activities. Someone just had to have some birthday sex as soon as the clock struck Midnight.

“Like we always do it this time, I go for mine I got to shine, now throw your hands up in the skyyyy..”

The sounds of Kanye West and T-Pain pulled the young woman from her slumber as her usual 9:45 am alarm went off. She rose with a stretch, a sly smile creeping across her face as she stared back at the sleeping man. Today was her best friend’s birthday and she had an entire itinerary of things planned out for his enjoyment.

“Wake up Fathead!” she yelled, jumping up and down on the bed beside him. He groaned in protest, rolling over on his stomach pulling the pillow over his head. This had become their yearly tradition. Whenever their birthdays rolled around, they made it their mission to give the birthday girl or boy the most obnoxious wake up call ever. She almost always won.

“Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku! Wake yo black ass up!” she exclaims, repeatedly hitting him over the head with her pillow.

“Shyyyyy,” he whined into the mattress. “It’s too early for all this.”

“Fine. I’ll go to iHop by myself,” she teased as she sauntered into the bathroom. He perked up at that.

“Well why didn’t you just say that, Princess? You know a nigga loves pancakes.” He rose from the bed with a few caveman-like grunts, as he shuffled into the bathroom behind her. They stood in comfortable silence as they completed their morning rituals, both of them making silly faces in the mirror as they brushed their teeth.

“Don’t take too long old man,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way to her closet to choose her outfit for the day.

“Whatever lil girl, I’m only 37.”

“Yeah, and in my eyes, that’s an old geezer,” she teased. He gave her a pointed look before closing the bathroom door in her face. He knew that this was only the beginning of her jokes and needed a few moments to mentally prepare for the laughs he knew they were about to share. While he showered, she pulled down two black and gold boxes and stuffed them in her messenger bag. She then grabbed the stack of worn letters and made sure that they were tucked neatly into the pocket on the inside of the bag. Unbeknownst to him, she had done some research and found something that would make this birthday one that he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Hurry up! My stomach is touching my back,” she complained outside of the bathroom door. Though she was the most feminine of the two, he was a diva when it came to getting dressed to go out. There was a brief moment of shuffling before he finally emerged, dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans that were ripped at the knee and a pair of black and white Jordan 12s.

“I could’ve sworn it was my day. Why you rushing me, shawty?”

“Because we’ve got places to be and you taking longer than a bitch heading to a dick appointment.”

“Well excuse me, your highness,” he grumbled as he slipped his Cuban link around his neck. “I see you tryna match my fly or whatever. You just gotta remind everybody know the Queen Bee is, huh?” he taunted as his eyes roamed over her curvy physique dressed in an outfit similar to his.

“Whatever nigga. Let’s go before I die of starvation,” she quipped as she made her way outside. He followed with a shake of his head and a loud barking laugh. Today was gonna be one for the books.

“Do you want your first gift now or later?” she asked as he finished his fourth short stack of pancakes.

“Now please,” he mumbled, flashing his perfect pearly whites. She smiled, reaching into the pocket of her messenger bag. She pulled out the smaller black and gold box and sat it in front of him. He wasted no time tearing open the box, revealing a set of 24-karat gold bottom grillz with a Cuban link accent.

“Yo, this shit is flames! Thank you, Princess.”

“I guess you’re welcome or whatever,” she replied with a smirk. He quickly removed his bottom caps, replacing them with the grill. He smiled and ran his tongue over the metal, eliciting a low groan from her.

“Hey, stop that. We’re in public.” He smirked, flicking his tongue a few more times before stopping completely.

“Nasty ass,” she grumbled.

“I don’t hear you complaining when ya pussy in my mouth.”

“Fuck you!” “After breakfast, ma.”

--

The rest of the day played out like a movie. After breakfast the pair went to the arcade and then shopping, spending copious amounts of money on one another. That was one of the traits about Erik that she loved and hated. He had been through so much in his life that he never wanted to be the center of attention. He would always find a way to do or buy something for her on his birthday. Just a token of his appreciation, he would say.

“Where we headed princess?” he asked as she drove near the outskirts of town.

“You’ll find out soon,” she replied as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. She was nervous about how he would react when they reached their destination and could only hope the she was doing the right thing. They drove for about 30 minutes before they reached St. Augustine Cemetery.

“A cemetery?” he asked in confusion. It’s now or never Shy.

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered. “I did a little research and found somethings I figured you’d want to see. If you don’t want to, tell me now and we can go home.” He searched her face, noting the seriousness of her tone. They sat in silence before he spoke again.

“What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to the black box in her bag. She hesitated before pulling it out and sitting it in his lap. She watched as his fingers slowly traced the box before he removed the lid and peered inside.

“How did you..”

“It wasn’t easy, but I called every prison in California to see if any of them had any records of a Sylvia Stevens. I finally found one just outside of Oakland. I went by and picked up everything she had in her possession when she died.” A lone tear fell down his cheek as he pulled out various items. There were photos of him as a baby, pictures of them when he and N’Jobu would come to visit, and a necklace with a ring, similar to the one that he wore around his neck in honor of his late father. They sat in silence as he immersed himself in the memories of his late mother.

“These were there too,” she said as she pulled out the stack of envelopes. His hands trembled as he held the letters, each one addressed to him.

“S-She responded,” he said in a whisper. “I was so angry because I wrote her every chance I got, but never received a response. I thought she forgot about me, but she responded to every one.”

“Do you want to get out?”

“Yeah.”

The pair made the short journey up the hill before stopping at a large oak tree.

“She didn’t have a headstone, so I bought one,” Hennessy confessed. Erik was silent as he gazed over the sight when his mother laid. His hand shakily reached out and touched the granite headstone.

“I miss you Mama,” was all he said before he fell to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks in streams. “I hope you can see me up there. I hope I’m making you proud. I’ve been so lost without you, yet you’ve been here this whole time. I wish you were here to see your grandchildren. They’re the most precious little things ever. Your daughter-in-laws are amazing too. I swear I don’t know where I would be without them.” Hennessy walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Shy. This means more to me than you’ll ever know,” he said as he wiped his tears on his shirt.

“I was nervous about bringing you here. I didn’t know how you would feel having to relive that pain again.” “Thank you, Princess. Now that I know where she is, I can finally get some closure. This was the best birthday gift ever.” The two shared a passionate kiss before sitting down under the oak tree. They sat for hours as Erik told the story of how he went to Wakanda and how he came to have 9 wives to the headstone as though her mother-in-law was right there. They finally headed back to the car when night fell, not wanting to be caught in a cemetery after dark. They spent the rest of the night in her greenhouse, getting high and reading the letters that Sylvia wrote to her son while she was incarcerated.

“I love you, Princess.” “I love you too, Daka. Happy birthday.”

********************

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[goddessofthundathighs]

Naked Cuddles

Pairing: Poly!Erik x Black OC

Word Count: 1,200

Premise: After being away from home for a month, Bastion just wants some loving that only Daddy can give..

A/N: This was written for my baby love @bastioncarterstevens-udaku because she’s a precious lamb & I like her most of the time.

After a 6 hour flight, 5 model breakdowns, 4 tiresome weeks, 3 stressful runway shows, 2 major design releases, and 1 career changing photoshoot, Bastion Stevens-Udaku was finally back to her Westcoast home. She’d been in New York City collaborating with Jeremy Scott for her Bastion 2018 fashion line and working with Donatella Versace for a photoshoot dedicated to her and the rest of the Stevens-Udaku klan. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement.

When she crossed the threshold of the condo, she was met with the sight of her partners in crime, Aly’Sha and Hennessy. Hennessy was seated at the kitchen table going over what looked to be formulas while Aly’Sha sat on the couch engaged in a heated game of Mafia III.

“Wassup bitches,” she called out, making her way down the hall.

“Wassup, lil nigga,” Aly’Sha called over her shoulder, not wanting to break her focus from the game. Hennessy only hummed in greeting, too preoccupied with the work in front of her. Bastion walked over to each woman, hugging them as much as either of them would allow before turning her attention to the object of her affection.

“Where’s—”

Before she could finish her question, both women pointed toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. Damn, am I really that thirsty? She asked herself before turning to walk down the hall.

“Yes,” both women replied in unison. What could they say, they knew her a little better than she knew herself sometimes.

She stopped just outside his bedroom before peeking her head inside.

“Hiiiii,” her small voice called out from the doorway. He chuckled in response before holding his arms out to her. She was the smallest, brattiest, and most annoying of the klan, but she was also the most affectionate, and he loved that the most. When he was having a bad day, he knew that he could curl up to her like the big cat that he is and stay wrapped in her embrace for as long as he pleased.

“Hey babygirl,” he responded when she finally reached him. She positioned herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I missed you Daddy Boo,” she stated as she cuddled deep into his neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was New York?”

“Long, tiresome, and necessary! The Bastion Collection will be Jeremy’s biggest release to date and the photos with Donatella turned out beautifully, I just hate that you guys had to leave so soon.”

“I know babygirl, but Henny and I had some stuff to take care of here that couldn’t wait,” he replied, rubbing small circles in her back. These were the moments she craved the most, his softness and overall affection. Unfortunately for her, she was a spoiled brat that only seemed to react in the key of temper tantrum whenever things didn’t go her way.

“So like, what are you doing for the rest of the night?” she asked in her most innocent voice.

“Why? You need something?” he asked teasingly. He knew how long it had been since they’d spent time with one another and that her little bratty ass was more than a little touch starved.

“Well, yeah… I thought that maybe I could sleep in here tonight.. Or the rest of the week.. Haven’t made my mind up yet,” she said with a smile. He laughed, cradling her in his arms. He positioned himself to sit against the headboard while she straddled his lap.

“Take your shirt off, I want to feel the texture,” she stated, looking at him like a lioness stalking her prey. He happily obliged, without hesitation. That was something that all of his wives had in common; they all loved the way his scars felt against their skin and he didn’t mind endulging.

She cuddled deep into his arms, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his scent. She lifted her head briefly to look into his warm onyx eyes.

“Damn nigga, who told you to be this fine? Like I’m not understanding.”

His hearty laugh made his chest shake beneath her head. Satisfied with his reaction, she continued.

“It honestly makes me mad. Like you don’t need to be this fine, sir.” He only shrugged in response, still laughing at her antics. He placed a finger under her chin, pulling her face up into a chaste kiss that she instantly melted into. His calloused hands gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting it collect at her hips.

“I thought we were cuddling Daddy Boo,” she stated, feeling the heat in her Nani rising.

“We can still cuddle without clothes,” he replied, peppering her neck with soft kisses.

She relented easily, after all, it had been a month since she’d felt his touch. Her tiny hands caressed his broad arms and shoulders, tracing the intricate scaring she loved so much. Their lips found one another again as he maneuvered her to lie on her back. He kisses a slow trail from her throat to her breasts, and then down her stomach to her aching Nani. She whined in need as he nipped at the insides of her thighs, knowing how much she hated to be teased.

“You missed Daddy, Princess?” he asked, still teasing her inner thighs with light nips and kisses.

“Yes Daddy,” she responded breathlessly, attempting to push herself onto his face to speed this process along. His rough hands on her hips stopped her movements.

“Whatchu running, Princess? Did you forget who I was?” his voice had reduced to the deep gravel that made her sugar walls quake.

“N-no Daddy,” she whimpered, as his thick tongue finally made contact with her dripping core. He licked and slurped like he’d been dehydrated for days. His expert tongue poked and prodded her center like he was digging for treasure and her throbbing nub was the x that marked the spot. Her tiny fingers secured his dreads in a tight vice grip as he continued to lap up her sweet nectar. Her juices tasted as though they flowed directly from the Ancestral Plane; she was a literal goddess on earth. When he looked up to see her coming undone from his ministrations, he was edged to continue. He slipped two fingers into her slickness, pumping slowly. Her hips slowly rolled against him, anxiously chasing her release.

“Look at you, whimpering and shit. I see you’ve found your place in this relationship. What’s your name, baby?” he purred into her center.

“Nasty Bitch,” she whined, still grinding herself on his thick fingers.

“You Daddy’s Little Nasty Bitch, Bastion?”

Her screams reverberated off the walls as her orgasm washed over her. Her body quaked with aftershock as he cleaned her up and pulled her into his arms.

“What about you Daddy Boo?” she asked sleepily into his chest.

“I’m good babygirl, get your rest. You’re gonna need it for the rest of the week.”

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[kumkaniudaku]

FRIENDS (Three)

ONE. TWO.

The remainder of the trip felt like a dream for both couples as they reveled in time set aside to be carefree adults for the first time in months. Tasha and Maya spent hours in the bazaar, choosing fabrics and local jewelry from the finest designers. T’Challa and Chadwick spent time roaming the historical portions of Wakanda, including a few places that normal tourists were not privy to. Chadwick appreciated the lessons surrounding not only Wakandan culture and history but of the continent in general. T’Challa was excited to share the knowledge that he’d gained over his years as a student abroad and an ambassador for his beloved country.

In an effort to appease T’Challa and Chadwick’s desire for more “manly” activities, Maya and Tasha reluctantly slipped into workout gear to follow their husbands on a light hike through the Woods of Solitude. A light hike for the men turned into a jog while their wives chose to lag behind and enjoy the scenery.

Tasha stole glances at Maya and her barely-there bump and smiled, “I’m so happy for you, Star. How you feeling? Getting the Mommy butterflies yet?”

“I don’t know. I go back and forth between being excited and a little scared.”

“Because of the…” Tasha’s voice trailed as she gestured toward her stomach, earning a solemn nod from Maya. “It’ll be okay. The possibility is there, but don’t worry yourself about it. Plus, I ordered some stuff for them last night. How do you feel about a portrait of your sonogram?”

“Is this what having Auntie CoCo on board is like,” Maya laughed with her eyebrows raised.

“Sis, I’m literally just getting started. Count yourself lucky that I don’t just move into a spare room in the palace and annoy you for the next 8 months.”

“Trust me, I would welcome you with open arms. I could use another sane person around here.”

“Girl, tell me about it! Who knew a one-year-old could cause so much trouble?”

While Tasha and Maya exchanged stories of their children’s mischief, T’Challa and Chadwick brought their run to an end. Chest heaving and short of breath, Chadwick could only stare at the vast waterfall and lake at the end of their journey. The soft crashing of the rushing water drowned out the harsh thud of his heart in his ears as he quietly surveyed the nature around him.

“The stories of its beauty do not compare to the real thing.” T’Challa’s baritone shook Chadwick from his trance. “My wife did just as you when I brought her here for the first time.”

“You gotta understand, man. We don’t have much like this in the States,” Chadwick laughed.

T’Challa joined Chadwick in his laughter, patting his back as they took in the scenery together. A few moments of silence settled between the two before the King spoke up.

“You know, it is not often that I make friends. I don’t get out much if you can not tell. The country requires a lot.”

Chadwick nodded, unsure if he should add to the conversation or allow T’Challa to finish his thought.  

“Before my wife, I would rarely leave my office. And, even though she forces me to interact with others and I have my cousin, it has been difficult to have a friend that understands me.”

“You’re preaching to the choir man,” Chadwick chuckled. “If it isn’t with T or the kids, I don’t see much.”

“The mantle of husband and father consumes us both,” T’Challa laughed. “I consider you a friend, Chadwick. A brother, even.”

“I appreciate that man. The feeling is mutual.”

The two exchanged a handshake and hug before turning to the extensive, beautiful forest in front of them.

“A tradition Maya brought here with her is the idea of godparents,” T’Challa started. “Both of our children have an entire village behind them. The twins have room for one more set. If you and Tasha are interested…”

T’Challa looked at Chadwick from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction. The long silence and unreadable facial expression resting on Chadwick’s face made the king wish he’d waited for his wife like they had originally planned instead of jumping the gun in the heat of the moment.

“You being serious man? Of course, we’ll be their godparents!”

T’Challa let go of a huge breath of relief, “Oh thank Bast. Maya would’ve killed me if you said no. She told me to wait.”

“Man, we’d never say no to that. Mala and Abdul already feel like our niece and nephew. Why not add another set to the bunch.”

Loud laughter approaching their location signaled Maya and Tasha’s presence and started the wheels of mischief inside of their husbands’ minds.

“You wanna do a little acting, man,” Chadwick asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“I have learned a thing or two from Maya. What did you have in mind?”

Like two school children plotting trouble in the back of the classroom, Chadwick and T’Challa finalized a plan in time to find their wives walking into the clearing while having a spirited conversation of their own.

“Girl, we had sex up until the very end with Micah. I was insatiable!”

“You?! I was calling ‘Challa up out of meetings all day. I’m pretty sure he was hiding from me at one point.” The ladies shared a round of laughter that came to an abrupt when they noticed the forlorn expressions resting on nearly identical faces. “What’s going on with you two? Both of y’all standing there with long giraffe faces.”

“Wow, I tell him all the time he looks like a baby giraffe! He and Noah even have th-”

“Tasha,” Chadwick interrupted, shooting his wife a warning look that stopped her from speaking. “Now isn’t the time.”

CoCo threw up her hands in surrender before mumbling a quiet ‘my bad.’

Maya, who had rarely seen her man so upset, captured his face in her hands to examine his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

“I, I did not list listen to you, Kitten.” T’Challa stole a moment to look at Chadwick for approval, earning a concealed thumbs up in response. “I asked Chadwick if he and Tasha would like to be godparents for the twins and...he said no.”

“What! Why wouldn’t you wait on me to ask, ‘Challa?!”

“I thought I could handle it alone, Kitten.”

Maya took in T’Challa’s explanation with wide, angry eyes before turning to CoCo who was already fixated on her husband.

“I wanted to be the one to tell her, Aaron.” Chadwick was caught off guard and visibly shaken by Tasha’s answer. Everyone shared his shock as all eye turned to CoCo, waiting for an explanation.

Turning to Maya, Tasha’s eyes went sad, “We just have a lot going on, Star. Micah’s getting more involved, Noah is turning one and-”

“So you...don’t want to be our children’s godparents. Is that what you’re saying to me, Co?”

“No, no, no,” Chadwick interrupted once he noticed the tears welling in Maya’s eyes. “That’s not what you mean, T, right? Right?”

Thick tension hung in the air for several long seconds has the couples tried to avoid eye contact. T’Challa pulled Maya to his side just as the tears began to fall, earning an apologetic look from Chadwick. When they planned to prank their wives, this wasn’t the way they intended it to go.

“Maya,” CoCo whispered to get her friends attention. The queen looked up at the sound of her name, wiping her tears while appearing to stifle an audible cry.

“Yes, Tasha.”

“I think we got ‘em.”

As if a switch was flipped, the once sullen atmosphere was filled with girlish giggles between Maya and Tasha as the husbands looked on in confusion.

“Wait. Hold on.”

“Was this a prank, Kitten,” T’Challa asked, finishing Chadwick’s sentence.

Their obvious and animated confusion only fueled another round of laughter that had both women doubled over in tears. Maya could see through T’Challa’s antics any day of the week, and all it took was a subtle hand gesture from one queen to another to put on a master in pranking your spouse.

Maya took a pause from her laughter to dab the tears from her eyes and grab T’Challa’s hand. “It sure as hell was. We got y’all good! I told you to leave the acting up to me, Challa. You’re getting better though. C’mon, Co. I have some facials planned for us and all the girls.”

“Ooh, the one with the little flecks of gold in them?”

“Flecks? Girl, we don’t do flecks. We’re putting that whole mug in 24 karats.”

“Is this what being a rich bitch feels like? Because I am here for it!”

As the women walked off, sharing the excitement of having much needed “mommy down time”, their husband’s were left gobsmacked in their dust.

“Chad.”

“Yeah, man.”

T’Challa turned to him, mouth still ajar in an effort to find the right words to convey his disbelief. “In America, there is a phrase you use. ‘Got played’ is it?”

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

“I believe that is what has happened. We just-”

“Got played. The sooner we act like it didn’t happen the better.”

“They will use this against us forever, huh?”

“You know it,” Chadwick answered, rocking back and forth on his heels. “C’mon, man. Race you back to the palace. Last one there is the one that takes the fall for this.”

“Wait! You forget I am the superhero! You just play one on television!”

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[jellybean531]

Warrior Spirit

Setting: M’Baku x Plus-sized reader on the eve of battle. She is a modern-day woman learning to love her traditional warrior king. It’s more fluffy than erotic. It’s softer than my last two “Coming Home” and “What’s for Dessert?”

Warnings: a little soft-core

In Preparation

He was ready for battle and, as always, her heart was in her stomach. She couldn't bear to see him go off to war and leave her stranded. It was too much, just too much.

The night before he was to head to war camp, she made sure that they spent time together. Her handmaids cooked for her and ensured that everything was in order. The Jabari warriors spent time together the night before any battle chanting and praying to Hanuman to bring them strength in battle and fortify them for the journey into war. 

The warriors gathered together pre-battle. There was loud grunting and shouting. The drums were loud and the prayers were fierce. As mother of the tribe, she joined in a circle of hands with the other Jabari women as they swayed back and forth -trancelike in tune with the rhythm surrounding their warriors. They were in white robes with fur, hers being the largest and grandest to match M’Baku, her love. The next morning they would see their warriors off and life would never be the same again. As the sun set, the warriors continued their chant and the next steps would be for the warriors, one-by-one, to be led to their tents by their women.

The Last Night 

You locked eyes with M’Baku across the large bonfire in the center of the tent. He never looked so good as before he went to war. His brow was furrowed and beaded with sweat. His eyes held a wildness in them that excited you, and his lips were chanting in unison with the other Jabari. You knew there was a long night ahead. Nothing was more intense and incredible than seeing your warrior king in his element - the only thing he loved more than a good battle was his time with you. 

Before his warriors left with their wives, M’Baku strode across the ceremonial fire and the Jabari met him in their chant. This went on for 10 minutes until the entire tribe pulsated like one heartbeat. M’Baku yelled one final “Yibambe” and tribe barked in unison. “Enough.” he said. “Tomorrow, we fight, but tonight we first conquer our women. Hoo.” “Hoo. hoo” “Now, my Queen and I will retire, but all we could ever want is here in Jabari-land. “May Hanuman Protect you.” “Glory to Hanuman,” they all shouted in unison.  

He strode out of the tent and took your hand, pulling you outside. He picked you up with ease, which you loved. Being the curvy woman that you are, it was delightful when a man could easily pick you up. Nothing made you giggle as much, although this was a serious event. 

Back in your tent, M’Baku had a small fire burning, but it was known to all exactly what was about to happen. He was worried. “I don’t know what we’re facing, Y/N.” “But, you are strong.” “I am strong, but I am almost tired of the fight. Something about tomorrow feels strange. I cannot name it, my love.” “I’m sure you will return victorious, M’Baku. You always do.” He looked at you, his eyes held deep terror, but also deep calm. “Tell me it will be alright” his eyes dark with concern.

“It will be alright.” you said and you took his face in your hands and brought him in close to your bosom. You then gently rubbed his temples and scratched the back of his neck. Then, he kissed you passionately. This was a hungry kiss -a precursor to something else. This was the kiss of a man who you may never see again -a thought you couldn’t bear. 

He gently unhooked your dress and looked deeply in your eyes. “I love you, Y/N, so much more than you can ever know” “When Hanuman brings me back to you, will you stay”? “Yes. I will stay. I will never leave you again.”

“In that case,” tonight I’m going to ensure you never forget me, even if tomorrow is unfortunate for me. “

“You will come back to me, my love. I can feel it. But, tonight...love me like there’s no tomorrow.”

M’Baku did exactly as you asked. For a moment, you two gazed at each other, still sweating from the ceremony and caring nothing for the outside world. You climbed up on him and straddled his strong legs and big thighs. Sitting like this, you could see him in the moment, which only make your lovemaking more intense. 

You rocked your hips back and forth and he pulled you in closely, letting out a low, carnal growl. You whispered in his ear, “this is all yours, my love” and he pulled you even closer. “I will take you as many times as I can tonight, but I will also need rest,” he said. You unhooked his belt and reached your hand down to find what was already ready for you -his other staff...ready and waiting.  

“Being together with you is the best thing, M’Baku. You are my king and my everything.” 

“I know, love,” he said. You could feel a small tear coming down his face. For such a strong warrior, he is very sensitive. Only you knew that about your warrior -his need for love and kindness and his sensitivity after the toughest battles. He loved his people and would do anything for them, even give up all that he had earned.

You looked back at him with a tear in your eye as you were both in the heat of the moment. “Don’t leave me” you whispered to him. “The two of us, here together, are all that matters.” He pulled you closer enveloping your mouth in his. He was hungry for you and hiked up your skirt. You raked your fingers along his back, a signal that he knew meant he was doing the right thing. He didn’t let up...at all. 

The next few moments were indescribable, but M’Baku finally ripped off all of your clothes entirely. “This is all mine.” he said. He ravished you, touching your ample love handles gently, palming your curves and grunting repeatedly. Where he was often sweet, tonight he was merciless -and you liked it. He pulled your hair, bit your neck and enveloped you with his tall, muscular embrace.

He didn’t spare you and rounds and rounds later, he barked his pleasure. Your king grunted and moaned as you both climaxed together, then he was exhausted -he needed to save his strength for battle.

Naked except for the waist beads that circled your ample stomach, you rose up from your warrior. You brought him water and a sweet snack for all the energy he exerted -knowing he loves dessert. You wanted him to preserve his energy for this battle.

You were wrapped in fur, accented with cowrie shells. “You went to wash your face and saw your small tears in the mirror.” “Don’t break, you said to herself. Be strong for him.”

Back in bed, she put her head on his chest and could hear his heartbeat as he ran his fingers through twists. You knew that he was still wide awake, you could sense his anxiety. “What is it, my love”? you asked, wrapping your thigh around him. “I’ve never felt so nervous.” he said. “This could be the end of Wakanda..of all we had worked for.”

“My love. You are the protector that we all need. I believe in you so much.” you tell him. “Come here.” You wrapped her arms around him and he felt the warm and soft flesh -a comfort he needed in this moment. With his head on your chest, his snoring began and he finally relaxed. “Protect him, Hanuman” you prayed over him rubbing his back. “Keep him safe from whatever is out there. Bring him back to me.”

As you finished her prayer, you slowly drifted off to sleep, matching your breathing with his. You felt peace mixed with dread and knew, in your soul, that he would be back..or so you prayed.

S/O to @muse-of-mbaku, @sweettea-and-honeybutter @thejabaritribe @mbakusthrone @mbakuwifey @great-neckpectations @thiccdaddy-mbaku @blackpanthersmut @naturallyqueenie and many others for reblogging my last fiction. 

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Brown Sugah Baby: Chapter 6

Here we go with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! I only own the OCs in this story and the events. There is a hint of abuse mentioned in here, I was once a victim of mental abuse and I’ve gotten better. If you need someone to talk to, my box is always open. Without further ado, here we go! Let me know if you wanna be in the tag squad! Feedback is always appreciated!

Word Count: 3,434

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse and language

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic || @terrablaze514 || @themyscxiras || @sirenmouths || @chaneajoyyy

In the midst of everything going on, winter break finally made its way to Southern University. This game of ‘not talking’ between M’Baku and Nefe, went on longer than anticipated. But for the holidays, Nefe to Miami for Christmas and Nattie went to Wakanda with T’Challa. At this point in time, he told her his true identity and what he was doing at an HBCU for.

Nattie didn’t know how to take it at all. She did however pass out in the middle of the throne room and hadn’t woken up for a good few hours or so.

“So you mean to tell me that, you’re about to become king of Wakanda. The most technologically advanced country in the world?”

She asked with a questionable expression on her face, sitting next to T’Challa as he held an ice pack on her head, on his bed. His room had overlooked the city below that was breathtaking.

“Yes I am. Nakia is a war dog, she presented the idea to go to school in America. I hope this doesn’t change anything about how yuh feel about me.”

Placing a hand on her cheek to ease her pain, Nattie placed hers on top and smiled sweetly. Breathing evenly before responding.

“It’ll take me some getting used to, but I also know that I have to tell Nefe. We promised no more secrets after the whole Sean and Melanie thing. She chewed my ass out over that and I hate myself for it.”  

“You did what you had to do. She is your best friend, and sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.” Holding her close to him, a gentle kiss was laid.

“Oh and about telling Nefe, you can't tell her anything. At least not yet.”

“Ok pause. What do you mean I can’t? You know how she gets T’Challa, I can’t hide shit from her anymore.”

Feeling her head throb in pain, she laid back down to close her eyes and center her breathing more.

“You can’t say anything because,” T’Challa sighed heavily and closed his eyes before continuing on.

“Because what-”

“Because M’Baku has to tell her. That’s why.”

What was he talking about now? None of this made sense at all and she needed to to know more.

“What does that have to do with M’Baku? It’s not like he’s detained to be king too.”

There was a poignant silence in the air, as her eyes got wide in astonishment.

“No way. You mean to tell me that M’Baku is going to become-”

“King of the mountains. Jabari Land to be more accurate.”

All of this didn’t make sense to Nattie at all, but then a thought came to mind. She remembered the metal looking bracelets she saw on Nakia and Okoye’s wrists at a party one time, but never questioned them.

“You guys have these thick metal bracelets right? Y’all never leave the house without it.”

“These are kimoyo beads. Made out of vibranium and somewhat holographic.” T’Challa explains as he tapped on the bracelet and a hologram of his sister popped up.

“Brother, is everything ok- oh my. You told her!” Shuri shrieked through the projection, causing Nattie to chuckle a bit.

“Yeah he uh- finally told me. I now have to keep it a secret from Nefe. Which will be hard to do, seeing as though she scares the hell outta me and we promised to not keep secrets anymore.” She directed her attention towards T’Challa who looked apologetic for all of it.

“If I know my brother well, he’ll let you know when to tell her. Or have M’Baku do it. Has he told her yet, after finding out they’ve known each other since they were kids?”

Nattie rolled her eyes at T’Challa, knowing he told his sister.

“You really can’t hold water can you?”

“You told me, so I told my sister. Who I’m sure told all of Wakanda.”

Shuri shrugged, waving goodbye to them both before disappearing.

“We have to get back to school tomorrow, and I want a bracelet.” Nattie looked at T’Challa with a sweet expression, causing him to smile and chuckle.

“Are you indicating, that you see a future with me already?” The soft caress on her cheek made her look into his eyes lovingly.

“Maybe. Only time will tell, my Prince.” She kisses him sweetly, holding his face in her hands before breaking it.

“Time to pack?”

“Time to pack.”

-24 Hours Later-

Nefe made it back to Shreveport safe and sound, with focus on finishing junior year strong. Only one more yet left and she couldn’t handle all the pressure of drama; boys and possibly failing classes. She needed this degree in science of music. At least she’d have something to fall back on.

Before everyone left for Christmas break, Nefe made sure to talk to Nattie about not keeping secrets from each, other or the crew ever again. To be completely honest, Nefe was already breaking it by not telling anyone that Sean had hit her a few times. The only person who probably noticed the marks under the makeup, which was hidden very well with an untrained eye, was M’Baku.

He knew but didn’t say anything because he knew how much she loved Sean, yet saw his true colors a few months ago. All that is behind everyone now, and everything should go back on track. The weather is nice out, the crew is back to normal or so they thought.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Nefe mumbles to herself as she unravels a scene before her very eyes.

Melanie all over M’Baku again, in the courtyard, even after the whole fight that broke out. She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn’t do any of that because it would be held over her head. She had feelings for M’Baku and didn’t know how to tell him at all. It broke her down so much.

Shooting a quick text to Nattie to meet her in the yard, she could’ve sworn Melanie looked at her. For a split second she sent a menacing smile and wink, towards Nefe, and kissed M’Baku. She couldn’t look or think straight, the rage boiled up in her with rage and fury as she stormed off.

Nattie came once she saw her best friend walk off in tears. Curiously over the scene 20 feet away, she saw the beginning of the fight between the two. She couldn’t tell her best friend yet till she was calm and ready. So she comforted her with buying her lunch and decided to have a sleepover with the Deltas.

“Melanie! What the fuck was that?!” M’Baku growled in rage as he pushed her off him, wiping his mouth off in disgust.

“Giving you what you missed all winter break, baby.” She placed her arms around his neck, and was pushed off once more.

“I told you once, and imma tell you again: I don’t want you anymore. We are done. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” M’Baku was beyond pissed off at this point.

“Why do you like her?! I don’t fucking get it! What does she have that I don’t?!”

Giving Melanie a once over, he scoffed while rubbing his chin. Shaking his head before responding, he arched a brow at her.

“Self respect and integrity for one. You just get on my nerves. I put up with your shit for too long, just go to Sean. He knows how to deal with you better than I can.”

He stormed off leaving Melanie in shock and embarrassment, causing her to storm off as well in anger.

Meanwhile, M’Baku took his anger out at the gym like always. He couldn’t stand the fact that Melanie didn’t understand that he wasn’t into her like that anymore.

“Girl troubles I see?” T’Challa asked as he leaned on the weight bar, occasionally spotting M’Baku to help out.

“You have no idea. She won’t leave me alone at all.” M’Baku didn’t know what to do anymore about Melanie, and it put a strain on his friendship with Nefe. Which frightened him.

“Forget about her. You need to focus on Nefertiti, mainly because she saw you earlier.” Erik chimed in, taking his Beats out of his ears.

“Damn it. I’m gonna have to talk to her.”

“I’d rather you let her cool off. She looked pretty peeved about it. It might’ve been karma? Which is a bad example and imma shut up now.”

“At least you tried T’Challa.” Erik snickered a bit, causing M’Baku to join in. He sighed gently and rubbed his face with a tired expression.

“Are the girls busy tonight?” He asked with caution.

“Yeah they’re having a pj party, tonight. The welcome back bash.” T’Challa responded while getting his stuff to head to his Greek house.

“I’ll probably talk to her tomorrow then. Cause I saw Sean with her earlier too. This can’t go on forever.”

M’Baku left the gym with god boys with determination on his mind to talk to his best friend.

-PJ Bash-

“Nefe! Can you grab the China Glaze polish case please?” It was the annual DST pj bash, as an event to say welcome back to school. Knowing that Nefe wasn’t in any mood to talk about what had transpired over the last few hours or so, she faced the music anyway.

“Yeah I got it.” Getting up from her spot on the couch, after deleting all her pictures of her and Sean from her phone, she grabbed the polish bucket from the cabinet.

The bash was going outside in the grand hall building, where every party was held and was occupied by many students for the bash. Not just the divine nine. Heading down to the bash with the girls, with the supplies, she felt comfy yet sexy in her pajamas. The were a simple silk tank top and shorts set with a matching robe, that floated behind her every time she walked. Her hair was in a high puff ball, in all its wash day glory. She saw M’Baku walk in with his friends and immediately felt her heart beat out of her chest.

She wanted to talk to him. No she needed to and now was a good time as any. ‘Man he looks good’ she thought to herself. She watched as his dri fit white shirt cling to his muscles, as his grey sweatpants accentuated his ass like a god that he is.

“Damn..” she mumbled to herself eyeing him over and over again. Thinking about the possible things she wouldn’t mind doing to him.

“Hey sis. I gotta talk to you about something.” Nattie grabbed the polish box, breaking her friend’s concentration, and guided Nefe towards the balcony.

“Uh sure. What’s up?”

“Well you know how over winter break I went to Wakanda with T’Challa? And before when we promised we wouldn’t hide anything from each other?” Nattie started off shakily and fiddled with her red robe string.

“Yeah. What about it? Need to tell me something don’t you?” With an arched brow, Nefe leaned against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes yes I do.” Nattie sighs gently and braces herself. “Over winter break I was Wakanda, obviously, and T’Challa had mentioned something to me. Something important.”

Nefe furrowed her brows and was waiting for her friend to finish.

“Go on.” She urged her.

“He told me he’s next in line for the Wakanda throne, Nefe. He and Shuri are royals; Nakia and Erik are war dogs, Okoye is his badass general and M’Baku is a royal too. But he’s next in line for the Jabari Land throne.”

Once she got it all out in one breath, the space between then two was silent. Nothing but silence and it was broken by Nefe laughing. She held her sides as she continued on.

“Oh that’s a good one. An African prince coming to America for school, that’s rich. On top of that, his friends coming along as well.” Nefe couldn’t believe her friend at all. What would a prince come to America for school?

“You think- you think I’m lying? You’ve really gone down to that point in our friendship. Wow, can not believe that my best friend is calling me a liar.” Nattie shook her head in disbelief at her friends accusation.

“I’m not calling you a liar. I would never do that to you. We’ve been through too much growing up and I would never, I swear on my Nikes.” If she swore in her Nike’s, she meant business.

“Why would royalty come to America for school? They’re from one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world, and they came here. That doesn’t make sense to me.” Nefe felt out of place and not in the right space.

“Listen, I accept your apology if we go get gelato tomorrow. Who you need to talk to is him.” Nattie moved her head in M’Baku’s general direction, to where he was at the party.

“Deal on the gelato. I’m so very sorry for accusing you and I appreciate you for telling me the truth. I’ll talk to him about it soon, along with something important.” Nefe hugged her best friend tightly before heading downstairs.

Making her way towards the dance floor, in a busy sea of college kids it their pajamas, Melanie and Nefertiti glanced at each other for a split second before minding their own business. Feeling her nerves rush towards her again, as she journeyed closer to him.

“H-hey, ahem. Can we go somewhere and talk?” Tapping his shoulder gently, Nefe saw his smiling face for the first time in a month since they last talked. Receiving a gentle nod from him, she took his hand and headed towards the door to head her sorority house. Which was literally next door.

“Uh where you think you’re going?” Melanie stood in front of them, blocking their way.

Nefe didn’t have time for this again. She got in her face and was real personal about it.

“Move, or be moved.” She gritted her teeth and flared her nostrils. Making her fear her. Melanie gulped and moved out the way.

With a roll of her eyes Nefe continued her path with M’Baku in tow. Heading upstairs to her room, and locking the door just in case.

“What do you see in her? Honestly that’s got to be one of the dumbest choices you’ve made.” Nefe scoffed and walked around the room with her hands on her hips.

“Oh my dumbest choice? That’s funny coming from someone who dated the score keeper.” This was the chance M’Baku has waited for. He wanted to tell her off but also express his feelings.

“Score keeper? What are you talking about? You went out with Melanie and watched her make my life hell cause I’m friends with you!”

“Nefertiti you went out with Sean, that was the stupidest shit you’ve ever done. We’ve tried to tell you over and over again, he was using you!” He never called her by her full first name and it scared her. Yet she was never one to back down.

“I know how to handle my goddamn battles M’Baku. You know me, damn it! Melanie thrives on making my life hell-”

“Sean tried to make mine hell but I beat him to it every time.”

The tension could be cut with a knife between theses two and their bickering. Nattie and the gang had followed them of course to be nosy, trying to listen against the door and the walls.

“You need to make a god damn choice, M’Baku! I’m not gonna be waiting forever.” Nefe was fuming mad over all of this and needed to get it through his head that he needed to make an choice.

“I have to make a choice now? What about you? This isn’t just on me Nefertiti! Me or Sean?” Once he got in her face, his voice dropped a few octaves, making it extremely hard for her to focus.

It took her a minute to collect her bearings; felt her rage build up all at once, and had the courage to talk back to him.

”Me or Melanie? Take your pick, because at this rate I’m done playing charades with you. Your highness.” The grit in teeth and the emphasis on highness, made it worse.

The color seemed to drain from his face as he looked into her eyes, when the moon reflected upon them. His breathing was heavy and caught in his throat. Who told her?

“How do you know about that? How told you?” He was more worried than he should be.

“Nattie did. Told me all about her winter vacation to Wakanda, to meet his mother. I’m surprised Melanie doesn’t know. Ha, she’d go through hell or high water just to keep your demanding ass.” The snarl didn’t help her case anyhow.

“My demanding ass? Wow ok. You’re the one whose demanding, you’re the one who was stuck up so far Sean’s fake ass that you couldn’t see the truth. You couldn’t tell anyone, expect me, as to why he hit you!”

“He what?! Imma kill his ass.” Erik mumbled in a whisper on the other side of the door.

“Not until I get him first.” Nattie added with him. No one hurts her best friend and gets away with it.

This time Nefe’s face fell in embarrassment and regret.

“I-” her words were choked up.

“Nothing to say huh? It hurt me when you said it. My best friend, from childhood I might add, was being hit because she told him no. But when shit hit the fan, you finally left and let go.” His voice was softer and soothing. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes, to make sure she heard every word.

“I didn’t know what to do after the third time. It was all a shock that it happened to me. When I told him I needed a break he wasn’t happy and stormed out. He tried to get me back that day before our date, and I told him that we’re done. He gave me one last hug and I guess you saw that.” She explained and then remembered all of it, scene for scene.

“I did and that’s why I broke our date. I thought he got you back.” His thumb caressed her high cheekbone, as her eyes shifted.

“I was gonna talk to you too, but Melanie kissed you earlier and just infuriates me how much she craves-”

M’Baku couldn’t take it anymore with their constant bickering, so he took matters into his own hands, and just pinned her to the wall kissing her with everything in him.

The sudden gasp that left her lips, as they kissed, made her light headed. She didn’t know what to think or do, so she just went with her gut and returned the kiss in all its entirety.

“You...you just kissed me.” Her voice was hushed. Their breaths mingling in synchronization with their heavy breathing, as the kiss was broken. The shear moment alone took her breath away, freezing the muscles in her body as he kept her hands on his biceps. Having dreamt of this moment for years but never thought it would happen. Thankful to the gods that it is.

“And uh, I’m about to do it again.” He whispers against her full lips, pulling her curvy body closer to his rigid torso. Letting his rough hands take their perspective journey along her back, as if they were destined to be there. Her hands were locked around his neck, debating on what to do next. Throwing caution to the wind, going with what her heart wanted, she looked up into his soft loving brown eyes with her golden brown ones, and bit her lip.

“What’s stopping you?” She whispered back, kissing him harder than he did before. A pleased groan escaped from both of them, all the pent up frustration leaving their bodies into the atmosphere. Their lips fit together like a puzzle piece as the moves in sync, holding on to each other for dear life. Her nimble fingers moved under his shirt, tracing the hard working muscles. His hands traveled as well, from her hips to over her voluptuous ass and gave a hard squeeze. Earning a shaky moan from her, while she dragged her nails against the back of his neck. There was no turning back now, and neither of them cared.

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My Funny Valentine

Hey everybody! it’s ya girl Livvy here with a Black Panther fic, for With Love From Wakanda. I am honored to be able to collaborate with you this group of lovely Queens. Hope you all enjoy it, feedback is greatly appreciated and i will be sure to follow you all as well. Thank you to @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots for this amazing opportunity!! 

My prompt: “Did you just call me, ‘my love’?”

Warnings: heated make-out session, nothing too bad.

Relationship: M’Baku x Zoya 

Word count: under 2k [1,892 to be exact, i got a bit carried away]

Translations: ngelosi; angel

What was the purpose of bachelor parties anyway? It all seemed extremely boring to M’Baku at this point. Going out to a strip club with his friends, he used the term loosely, to celebrate T’Challa’s engagement to Naomi.  

The club was Erik’s idea of course, but none of them impressed M’Baku in the slightest. He was on his 3rd glass of Hennessy, and it don’t phase him one bit.   “Ayo, Baku!” Erik approached the Jabari king with a swag in his step. Looking him over and rubbing his chin, he snickered.   “Why you look bored? There are plenty of honeys to choose from. Have some fun and get outcha head.” M’Baku glanced at his gold fanged friend and scoffed a bit.   “None of this fun to me. They are all gorgeous, yes, but not my cup of tea.” “Man you trippin trippin. Imma go have fun with T’Challa, never thought I’d hear my damn self say that. Talk to ya later.”

To say he was in a funk was an understatement. What caused it? How I would’ve wrote it: It was probably the fight between him and his lady friend, Zoya, that caused them to not speak for weeks.

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t make it any better, seeing as how he had the week planned out months before the fight. To say he was whipped over Zoya wasn’t a lie. She treated him no different, and saw

him for who he was. Not just the king of Jabari Land, but M’Baku. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel. I’ll see you guys later.” Upon departing from the group to head home, he got a text that made his heart beat like a djembe drum in a tribal dance.   {Come by my hotel, the Manhattan. We need to talk. Room 214}

He thought long and hard about how to respond. Once he got his bearings together, he replied.

[Oh? So what do I owe the pleasure of gracing the queen of my presence?]

{I don’t need the sarcasm.} she replied. {Just get your ass here before I change my mind.}

“At least I can get away from the party.”

[Fine. I’ll be there soon]

Catching a cab to clear his thoughts a bit, he replayed the fight in his head.

[several hours earlier]

“You can’t even take one day off. One day off to spend time with me.” The ruby red haired queen huffed at the tall Jabari king. They had been at it for hours.

“I am a king. My duties are to myself and my country. Not some whiny little-“

“Finish that sentence. I dare you. One more word I will feed your ass to your tribe. All I’m asking from you, is spend a little time with me that’s all.”

He had, had enough of their arguing and needed to breath. The elongated sigh left his full lips, as he rubbed his face.

“I can’t be at your beck and call every minute of the day, Zozo. You know that.”

“You sure did spend a lot of time with that other chick at the bar, a few times this week I might add.”

“Are you jealous of Megan? She’s our guide around New York. I can sense something these in you Zoya. You want me. Don’t you?” The smirk shone on his face with pride. He knew just how to push her buttons.

“Hell no. Go enjoy your little Little Havana Barbie Doll, of a guide. Any of the Avengers could’ve given y’all a tour.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance and prepared a bath for herself.

“That’s it!” He exclaimed and got in her face. “Until you come to your senses about how you feel, I’ll be with the boys.” Leaving her there to contemplate what just happened, she growled lowly full of rage.

“I could ask you the same damn thing!” Zoya exclaimed in fury as she heard the door slam after M’Baku’s departure.

[Flashback over]

What flower shops are open this late? Maybe her favorite ice cream will do? The process to make it right and apologize for what he had done, was in full swing.

Fifteen minutes alter, after gathering that items he needed, he felt the hairs in the back of his neck rise due to anxiousness. Knocking on the door waiting with anticipation, it opened to a glorious sight.

“Zoya. I just-“

“I know. Come in before you draw attention to yourself.” Pulling him inside the room, she checked for any onlookers.

The room was dimly lit; held electric candles all over the place, soft jazz music playing, his pride and joy in front of him in a crisp white lace lingerie set and a matching silk white robe.

“Dear Hanuman you look good enough to eat.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her for one second. The white lace looked as if it were painted on her skin, making it rove seem envious of what it was on.

“Oh I know. I’ve been blessed with a glorious purpose.” She began, and smirked slyly up at him, before putting the flowers in whatever she could find in the kitchenette of the room.

“And that purpose is to apologize for how I’ve been reacting towards you.”

Taking his hands in hers as the moved towards the couch, she sat on her knees and breathed evenly.

“M’Baku, it doesn’t take much to make me feel good. And yet you do the bare minimum and it means the world to me. I shouldn’t take your kindness for granted and what we have, I don’t know what to call it at all.”

Her palms were aching; heart pounding against her chest at rate that felt like a jackhammer on the pavement.

“ngelosi. What are you saying?” The tone of M’Baku’s voice was unwavering. He didn't know to expect next.

“Please don’t call me that unless you’re being truthful.” She sniffled at the thought of possibly losing him for what she was about to say.

“I am being truthful here. Where are you getting at?”

“What am I to you?” The words rushed out of her like a bullet train and caught M’Baku by surprise.

“I don’t want to just be your fling whenever, you or I, need to get off. I know this was the arrangement but it’s getting less fulfilling. I don’t want to be a fuck buddy, when I know I’m wife material.”

The tears that slid down her high mocha sunkissed cheekbones, fell into her lap. All the while, sniffling slightly while avoiding eye contact. Feeling a warm gentle hand, lift her chin up to look him in the eye, he spoke with sincerity. 

“Zoya. My love, I was afraid to tell you how I felt. I truthfully only thought you’d want this arrangement, after all was said and done. The first time was magical of course but, as it continued I finally saw the woman I want by my side.” Lacing their fingers together, he kissed the back of her hand.

“I want this to be more than just a fling between us.” Resting his head on hers, looking into her eyes softly, he was being sincere.

Was she hearing him correctly? Did he want her for real. The tears that shed this time, were happy one's, as she let out a sweet chuckle.

“Wait, wait. Did you call me, ‘my love’?” She was in awe and shock. “M’Baku, are you sure? Am I even fit to rule?”

“My love,” he repeated with a smile and caressed her cheek gently. “Without you, I am nothing but an empty shell of a man. With you, you make me better; stronger even. Beside every great man, is an even greater woman.”

All her bottled up emotions, that she held in for so  long over the last four years, were rushing out with pure happiness.

She didn’t know how to respond. Not sure what to do, letting her body do the work, she kissed him with so much love and passion. This kiss felt real and not forced; it was genuine and filled with heat.

His soft, thick lips engulfed hers with an intensity like no other. Tilting his head to the left slightly, to deepen the kiss, he held her face in his strong hands. All the while of taking in her sent, that was like fresh oranges infused with vanilla. It must’ve been the perfume he got her for her birthday, because it was heaven on earth to him.

The kiss itself was hotter than ever before. Dragging her nails down his firm chest, moaning shakily against his lips as it intensified even more, she had a thought. Upon breaking the kiss, she was caught off guard, by his lightning speed reflexes.

“M’Baku..” Zoya groaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck in ecstasy, causing her heart to beat faster in want and need. Feeling a little daring, Zoya draped her left thick thigh across his lap, while M’Baku caressed it and tugged at it. Of all the times he's been in between them, he’s taking his time to enjoy it more than ever.

“Yes my Queen?” He was too focused to on her pleasure to even talk.

“You didn’t ask me to be yours. You simply implied.” Her elegant voice stopped his motions, gazing into her eyes once more and pulled her closer to his chest that’s as just as burning in desire as her own.

“Zoya Janelle Okafor,” He began, as he picked her up and locked her ankles behind his back, caring her to the bathroom that she had set up for them.

“You’ve thought this out haven’t you?” He loved the gesture wholeheartedly.

“I did. Because kitten felt bad, for how she treated the gorilla.” The elegant smirk that was etched on her face, as she rubbed her nose against his affectionately.

“The gorilla loves this, just as much as he loves you. Yet, I have a proposal to ask of you.”

Placing her on the counter; watching in amazement as the candles illuminated her heated skin, to give her a golden glow, he was at a loss for words. Then found them again.

“My love, will you be mine? For all eternity, in all the possible realms that are out there? I don't have a ring yet, but there might be one in the future.”

“Yes M’Baku. I’ve waited long enough.”

With the finale words leaving her breath, she pulled him closer to her body and kissed him with everything she had in her. Gripping her hips just as rough, and rolling his into hers. The white lace, that graced her supple hips, were soon ripped from her and throw behind him without a care.

“I just bought this!” She whined but was cut off by a sudden slap to her voluptuous backside.

“I’ll buy you more than your hearts desire.” His deep baritone voice awoken the chills in her body, biting her plump bottom lip as she unbuttoned his shirt.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She whispered ever so lightly, against his lips, pulling his pants down as well.

“I love you, too.” He responded softly and went backing to kissing his future Queen. Holding her close as much as he could, with the sound of the city drowning out in the background.

#mbaku x oc #wives of mbaku #winston duke #black panther fanfiction #black panther fic fest #withlovefromwakanda #Zoya Okafor #mbaku #shantania beckford

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Chapter 3

|| Characters || Intro || Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3

A/N: Hey everybody!! So here’s the next installment of Brown Sugah Baby. The events in this story are complete imagination, and I don’t own the characters of BP. Nor do I own the Divine Nine; Southern University or the Fabulous Dancing Dolls, I only own the OCs. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more!

Word Count: 2,506 [had to get in the details hunny]

Warnings: nothing really besides harsh banter.

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @destinio1 (I need extra help so gotta tag my girls) @designerwriterchic @terrablaze514

[let me know if you’s like to be apart of the tag squad]

It was another scorching humid day at Southern University, and everyone had their hands full. Tailgating, getting the team ready for the game, the band tuning their instruments for the halftime show, the majorette team stretching and making sure the speakers were loud enough. The whole campus was on fire about the homecoming game against Alabama. One thing's for sure though, M’Baku could not focus for the life of him.

“Dude. You playin or not?” Erik nudged his teammate to get him out of the trance he was in.

“Huh? Uh y-yeah. Sorry man, I was just distracted. Let’s play.” Getting refocused on the plays for the game, he glance back at her occasionally.

What caught his eye you may ask? His best friend in her dark blue leggings and an SU tank top, practicing with the majorette team. The SU Fabulous Dancing Dolls, were one of the best in the land; and everyone knew it.

Once Nefe became captain, she made them even better. She lead the team to nationals her first year. It was like the music was in her blood, and she could throw out a stand like nobody’s business.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were checking out your so called best friend. Who I might add, was -“

“Sean, think about what your gonna say. Choose wisely before I send you to Jesus early.” M’Baku stopped him before he could even finish. These two were like bulls in a China shop.

They were constantly butting heads over Nefe and it didn’t make sense. One was only with her for the sex but she didn’t see it like that; the other was  her best friend and would do anything to protect her. Which mad shin want to go the extra mile to make sure she was safe at all costs. Yet it made Sean want to work harder to keep her.

“Or what? You gonna stomp me into the ground like a elephant?” The joking tone was paired with a sickening smirk. Sean wouldn’t let up with the Africa jokes and it made the situation worse.

“At it again with the African jokes I see.” The disapproving chuckle that left M’Baku’s lips, was a rare one because Erik was eating this up with a shit eating grin.

“What are you gonna do about then, huh? As far as I’m concerned you don’t have feelings for her, or do you? Cause either way, I’m gonna be the one she wakes up to every night till senior year.”

Now he was just taunting him. The low growl that erupted from his chest was loud enough for both men to hear.

“Man you straight up buggin. Even I know that ain’t right, and I was just like you.” Both of them looked towards where to voice came from. Erik of all people got over his old ways once he met Nakia. She put him in his place and he never left since.

“Your only chance of getting laid again, Sean, is crawling up a chickens ass and waiting.” M’Baku eyed him up and down and smirked a bit at his own roast, upon hearing the football team egging him on.

“Whatever man.” With that Sean just backed off, going back to stretching.

“Never in my years of living, would I be around to see you stand up for me. Of all people really.”

“Man, you’ve been there for my shit. I gotta be there for you. We boys, we gotta stick together.”

Erik was right. In this world all they had was each other, and for him to stand up for M’Baku like that was eye opening.

“I wonder what that was all about.” Nefe being an on looker to what just happened, taking a break from practice and all. Nattie knew exactly what it was about and Nakia pointed it out first.

“The boys were arguing over you. I’m so close to beating the hell out of Sean.”

Nefe sighed at what her friend was saying and didn’t even wanna ask as to why. She was tired of the boys fighting, yet was ecstatic for Erik breaking it up.

“Ya boy stopped em too. I don’t know how you got him to draw back is gangsta ways, but I gotta hand it to ya Kia.”

“He’s still like that, just a bit toned down. I love me some Erik though.” Nakia was smitten over Erik just the same. Them two, along with T’Challa and Nattie, were what Nefe wanted in a real relationship.

What she had with Sean, was just for fun. Did she tell Sean that? Nope. She couldn’t because she was afraid he’d hurt her again, and by hurt her that meant grabbing her. She only told Nattie and the girls, mortified about how M’Baku would feel. He’s very protective over her, along with her brothers too.

“Oh please. That fine ass man with locs can have any woman he wants. Even me, I have the body; mind and skills to prove it. I’m surprised he’s even dating you. You have less hair than he does.”

Nakia nearly lunge for her, but Okoye grabbed her before she could claw her face.

Melanie couldn’t stand anyone else’s happiness but her own. Tearing others down was her thing, and she never got tired of it.

“Listen here med school,” Nefe got tired of her whack behind and was about to give her a piece of her mind.

“Save it. If only you were on the cheer team. Because as captain I wish I could kick your as off the squad.” She got in Nefe’s face, at a comfortable distance.

“As a 2nd degree black belt, I can just kick your ass.” Nefe sucks her teeth and looked her up and down.

“I’d like to see you try-” Melanie was off till the coach called her back, and she gave them a sinister look before sassaying away.

“Count ya blessing bruja! You better be lucky she’s holding me back!” Nakia growled in rage and Melanie smirked before going back with the cheer team.

Ain’t no way in hell, was Nefertiti about to have her on the majorette team and not think about choking her.

“Alright y’all. Save the fight for the parties tomorrow. We have a game to practice for. Nakia, good job on your Spanish.” Nefe winked at her friend, who then gave her a hug.

“Nefe’s right. Come on.” Nattie rallied them all together, with the rest of the team, and got into formation.

“We doing Formation or Dose?” Nattie asked before pressing play on the laptop, that was plugged in near the stands.

The smirk laced that Nefe’s face, was a triumphant one.

“Let’s switch it up. We’re doing Dose.”

~The Game: Southern University vs Alabama A&M~

The game was close. It was 77 to 76 with SU in the lead so far. M’Baku has scored the touchdown and the field goal kick. Only 2 more quarters left to go and the crowd was hyped, with a sea of sky blue, yellow and white. Nefe gathered up the girls in a huddle one last time for a prayer. A Southern University tradition.

“Alright girls, one shoe in.” All the girls places their right foot in the circle and Nefe led the prayer. They all held each other’s waists and bowed their heads.

“Father god, I ask that you cover and protect us as you always do going into these life changing moments. We ask that you guide our senior girls to victory and cover them with your hedge of protection, dear lord. Marchbus into victory, in your name we pray..”

“Amen.”

Sending off with a proper SU chant, getting into position and putting on smiles was what the girls were used to. Down south with an HBCU halftime was a goldmine. It was like watching the history of black rhythm come alive.

“Nattie. There go ya boy.” Nefe nugged her best friend nodding in the direction of T’Challa, dressed in his drum major outfit, practicing.

Anyone who knows Nattie and T’Challa is that, she’s the dancer one of the two. Even though he tries his best, he knows he’s enjoying himself. Who else would be best as drum major?

“This fool here knows how to make people laugh. He loves what he does and that all I can hope for.”

Nefe could see the love in her best friends eyes, as she gazed at the goofy man with the feather hat. That’s what she truly wanted and needed in life; an honest and loving relationship. She kept battling with her herself on it and couldn’t decide when it was time to be upfront with Sean about it.

“I see you love. Good luck out there like always.” He cape over to give her a hug, the girls and the band all made noise with the sign of affection between the two.

“You two are cute. Ok Drumline, we gotta go. Lead us on Udaku.” Nefe smirked and gave him a fist bump, sharing a quick laugh, before watching him leave to start the whistle to let the girls go.

Their outfits were jumpsuits with sheer tights, that were a lustrous jet black; with cut out parts. The ensemble hugged every curt and left little to no imagination, as the girls sashayed from the outside of the field to the field. Hearing the crowd cheering them on as they lead the band in all their glory.

They all had their hair down and pressed out, in order off them to whip them back and forth. Except for Nefe because she refused to take her braids out, since she just got them done.

M’Baku knew where to look, as he glance at the field watching his best friend move with grace and elegance, to the music of the band. That was until his coach told him to come back and was embarrassed, causing Erik to laugh a bit.

T’Challa was doing his thing as any great drum major would, and gave the crowd a show. Any HBCU had a great leader, and Southern University had one of the best. Whomever was next in line, had to live up to his expectations.

The music changed quick as Nefe threw out the first stand, everyone in the stands was into the groove with the music as well. Everyone knew the Dolls would be immaculate as whatever song they danced to and didn’t expect less from the team.

The girls followed Nefe’s every move with a smooth nature. Throwing out high kicks; backflips, a few twerking moments and few gyrating movements. The girls felt right at home. Plus adding little bit of Latin flare of course.

Getting the crowd hype was what the Fabulous Dancing Dolls were known for. All the right counts; the formations and the stands were on point. All the way down to the strut back to the stands.

[Watch this to get a visual!!]

As the game went on, the hype never died down. The girls were allowed to stand on the sidelines with the cheerleaders, during the last 5 minutes of the game.

“The suspense is killing me man. Alabama State A&M is gonna probably kick our ass.”

“Come on Nefe. Have a little faith in our boys. They’ve never disappointed us and won’t now.”

Nattie tried her best to calm her friend down as they watched the game. This M’Baku’s first game as a running back and it was only his junior year. He had strived to be quarterback by time senior year came, and would never back down from striving to get there.

“I just hope he doesn’t miss this. This could be his big break for the head spot next year.” Nefe couldn’t hold in her excitement as much as she’d like to, and Melanie scoffed at her in annoyance.

“Oh please. Why are you so worried about M’Baku’s chances of being quarterback for? He’s got me as his good luck charm to worry for him.”

“Listen here Med School, I had a enough of your shit for one lifetime let alone in practice. I’m his best friend and I have a right to worry.” With as much fire to throw back at her, Nefe snarled and gave a once over.

“Why do you care? It’s not like-”

“Shut the hell up before I herky you in the throat.”

Nefe cut her off before she could ever start, and paid attention to the game. Getting antsy with anticipation.

“M’Baku, this is all you my dude. Score it for us, better you than Sean.” Erik encourages him as he glances his way, receiving a head nod and a smile.

“I got you.” With a gentle smirk towards him, and a wave to the Nefe but Melanie took it as one to her. He shook his head in defeat and got back in the game. As the call was heard he caught the ball from David, and ran for the end zone from the 40 yard line.

“Go M’Baku!” Nefe and her girls cheered him on along with the crowd.

Melanie had had enough and decided to speak up.

“Why are you so into his future, not like he likes you or whatever.”

“I’m into his future as much as he is into mine. That’s what friends do. Scouts are out here tonight, like they are at every game so they look out for him. I’m his friend and he is mine. Whomever he dates has to deal with it.”

Nefe didn’t even have to look at her to explain her reasoning. Hell, she didn’t need to and yet still did. Receiving a high five from Nattie, she got back into the game and was on the screaming happily when M’Baku scored the winning touchdown. Making the score 98 to 83.

The crowd's reaction was just like hers, as both majorette and cheer teams ran onto the field with the superfans. Nefe knew who’d she wanted to hug but was stopped by Sean and hugged him anyway.

“Did you see me babe? How’d I do?” He was too prideful in himself to congratulate the rest of his team.

“Uh yeah. You did great. I’ll catch you later ok? I gotta get the girls ready to uh march out.” Placing a kiss on his cheek, earning her a smile before he headed out to talk to his boys. She made a beeline for M’Baku, once they saw each other. He picked her up, spinning her around in glee.

“We did it! That was amazing.” M’Baku smiled as he held her as close as possible.

“I’m so freakin proud of you! You did so well!” Squealing in happiness, holding on tight to him as he spun her. Next thing she knew, she kissed him. It was as if time stood still, and nothing else mattered to either of them. Except for a noise from Sean and Melanie. Once they broke apart, he set her down and a sense of awkwardness filled the air.

“Oh shit..”

#College au #Black Panther college au #Black Panther college #wives of mbaku #mbaku x reader #mbaku x oc #king tchalla #tchalla x reader #tchalla x oc #erik x nakia #erik x reader #erik x oc #mbaku #black panther #winston duke #Amara La Negra #brown sugah baby

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Brown Sugah Baby: Chapter 5

Prologue || MTC || C.1 || C.2 || C.3 || C.4 || C.5

{What’s up everyone! Here is another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! I don’t own the Divine Nine; the Southern University marching band nor the canon characters. I only own the OCs. This is pure fiction and nothin’ but imagination. This upcoming week I will be on vacation, Spring Break, so nothing will come out next week. I’ll be writing stuff yes, but not posting new content. I’ll still be on though. Enjoy!}

Warnings: brief look into Nefe’s past which is slightly dark. Emotional abuse mention and false claims.

Song inspiration[s]: They Don’t Know by Jon B

Word count: 2,813 [it gets deep yall]

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic || @terrablaze514 || @themyscxiras || @sirenmouths || @chaneajoyyy

[Continuation of Chapter 4]

“Oh that’s cute. Real cute.” Melanie scoffed and sighed in a high pitched tone.

“The pink and green will reign supreme, and will be ready to get down, if you know what I mean?” Melanie and her girls went and the crowd loved them, as they sway their hips and act as raunchy as possible.

“Aww that’s cute. Real cute.” Nattie was next and she got a standing ovation, causing her adrenaline to rise up even more. Doing her stomp from pure memory, over having to practice it several times, having the girls follow in pursuit.

“You know we originate, we never duplicate. I am the boss, you can’t get none of this sauce.” Nattie felt in control after her call out and saw Jordana come up.

“I guess we didn’t take out the trash this morning ladies.” Giggling a bit before high fiving Melanie, and flipping her hair as well. Jordana was Melanie’s sidekick and the campus bunny. Being the campus bunny was a good thing, but she claims it is. Adjusting their pearls, she lead them.

“We tried to be nice, we ain’t gone tell you twice. You give us a mean glare, but all the boys love to stare.” The AKA’s riled up the crowd even more and Nefe knew her girls weren’t doing down without a fight. She gave a head nod to her girl Nakia.

“Oh that was cute.” She wipes a fake tear from eye, and glanced around the crowd herself. Taking in the ambiance and feeling loose. Basking in the glory of her achievement.

“Now now, ladies. You all are cute, but there can only be one true crew of the yard. Let me show you.” She started off in a slow, stomp and clap rhythm. Being egged on by her girls, was encouragement enough for her to lead the stomp into full effect.

“Because we ride, and we don’t hide. This ain’t no race, so get out my face. At least you tried, but oops we lied. You can never be me, cause we the queens of DST!” The gauntlet has been thrown and by the noise of the crowd, the Divas has won the yard battle.

“This isn’t over.” Melanie got up too close to Nefe and that was a major issue.

“You lost Med School. Admit defeat and stroll on outta here with ya girls, while you still can.” She was never one to back down from a fight, but only ever used her words and never her hands. This time she got up and personal in her face.

“Or what? You gonna put a curse on me?” Melanie nudged her head back with her manicured index finger, and Nefe saw red.

“Girl, if you don’t get up outta my face, I will slice you like government cheese!” She lunged for her so fast like cheetah in the Sahara, but watched her get pulled back by Sean. It dawned on her that maybe the rumors were true. She didn’t want to believe them, not one bit.

Instead, M’Baku pulled her back and she didn’t know what to believe anymore. What she saw was 2 years worth of heartache; 2 years of anger and frustration, 2 years of verbal assault from this boy who claims to love her and 2 years of believing she was in love all go down the drain. She watched it all go crash and burn over Melanie. He was making sure she was ok and not his actual girlfriend. Well ain’t this some shit.

“So you datin’ her now? Dios, mi padre me advirtió sobre hombres como tú.” She scoffed, getting angrier by the minuet, speaking in her native tongue as she watched Sean slightly lose the color in his face a bit.

“We speak English in this country-“ before Melanie could even finish her sentence even further, Nefe smacked her across her face so hard the echo ricocheted off the bricks of the buildings. The whole scene paused in affect; Nefe’s chest was heaving in anger.

You could visibly see the red hand print slowly form on the left side of her face. Melanie held her face and couldn’t believe what just happened.

“I fucking warned your dumbass!” She yelled in pure rage, before watching her leave. “And you!” She turned towards Sean who looked at Melanie leave with his sister, Jordana, but his attention went back to Nefe and he ultimately looked frightened.

“Nefe look-“

“Sean give it up. You’ve been cheating on her with Melanie, for months now. After I broke up with her, you slithered in like a cobra.” M’Baku finally spoke up and the group was in shock, all except their friends.

“Mind your fucking business, son. You don’t know shit.” Sean just confirmed he was cheating right then and there. Once M’Baku let Nefe go she looked the group in disgust.

“Nefe-” Sean started again, but got shut down.

“Cállate! I trusted y’all with everything, and you keep this from me!? This big of a secret, and I thought we were friends. We tell each other everything!” The look on her face was distraught. She was distraught and disappointed at the same time, with all of them.

“You all knew and didn’t say shit to me?! How could you?” The utter disgust and dismay caused her whole world to crash down around her.

It was confirmation enough that he really didn’t want her anymore. What caused him to lose interest in her? Shaking her head in defeat, she chuckled dryly. It brought Nattie to tears to see her best friend this much in pain.

“Nefertiti, you know you can’t hit girls like her. She’ll press charges.” Sean explained as he walked away  from her with Melanie, who turned around and made a face at Nefe. Causing her to run and got caught again by M’Baku.

“fuck her! You all don’t get it! You all do not understand how much I hate her.” Her screams of frustration ripped through her, like a shard of glass. All the while shaking her every foundation, as she clawed at the arms that held her, she soon enough stopped and just broke down. Crying on M’Baku’s sturdy chest.

“She gets everything, and I can not get one good thing to happen to, to me at all. Nothing good has happened to me.”

“That’s not true.” M’Baku lifted her chin up a bit to look into her eyes deeply. “You got your friends and me. You’ll be fine.”

A slight sense is relief washed over her in tranquility, causing her whole body to shiver. That’s when she knew for sure that her mom was right. Trying her very best to calm down, she couldn’t. The tears kept falling down her high cheekbones, giving her an angelic glow. Coming to a grand conclusion, she knew what she had to accomplish.

“I suppose you’re right. I just don’t feel like I’m up to par with all of this. It all just happened all at once, and I feel like I need some time to myself.” They all gave her a sympathetic nod, giving her a group hug before she left with Nattie to go home safely.

“It might be your time Baku. It just might be your time.” T’Challa patted his shoulder, earning him a smile and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“It just might be. But for now, I have to plan to get rid of one more obstacle.” Rubbing his scruffy chin in thought, M’Baku saw Erik and T’Challa smile from the corner of his eye.

“We might be able to help with that, bro.” Erik let out a low chuckle, sighing gently as they all headed back to their respective homes.

M’Baku’s POV

As days turn to weeks; seasons change and the months are new. The fall winter weather, brought on the chilly nature that I was accustomed to back home in Jabari Land. Midterms were long gone and finals were approaching, turning everyone into panic mode.

I had a major project due in my African history class, the irony of it all, and I needed some help with it. Okoye and Nakia did their part, I just needed a dancer for the presentation. I knew just who to ask, and it wasn’t going to be an easy task.

Liking someone you’ve known for years can either go two ways; a long time of living in every stage or staying in the friend zone. With what I’m going through right now, let’s just hope it’s the first option.

Hearing swing music playing from the dance room; the tapping of dance shoes and the twirl of ebony colored locks in a frenzy. I knew she was back to her old self again. Leaning against the door frame to watch her dance was like watching a symphony orchestra perform before my very eyes.

“You coming in here to dance, or stand there like a weed in the swamp?” Nefe’s angelic voice broke my concentration, causing my face to heat up in embarrassment. Earning a smile from her was rewarding enough.

“Ah well I’m not much of a dancer, Nefe.”

“That’s too bad. Because I was just about to look for a partner for my music history project. I could ask-”

“Say no more. I’d rather you not kill anyone.”

“That’s what I thought. You got on good shoes, and I suppose I owe you a talk.” Turning on the salsa music track list and letting it play, Nefe pulled her hair up into a bun. Looking even more graceful as ever. Man I got it bad.

“Suppose? Darling you owe the whole tribe a dinner.” The deep baritone voice of mine, entranced her ears as I looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked dazed and in a trance that couldn’t be broken. The hold she had on my waist and my left hand, was foreign but felt right at the same time. As if we were meant touch, in a never ending battle that our souls were meant to be together.

“I can see why the ladies love you, M’Baku. You’re a sweet talker.” The way she maneuvered her body around to face me, with the twist of her hips and a spin, send chills up my spine. She was trying to kill me.

“I was raised to treat a woman with respect and not take foolishness from no one. I was mistreated by a she who shall not be named, because she took advantage of my generosity.” Moving to the beat of the music was effortless, when it came to her.

Something about dancing with Nefe felt like it was second nature. Focusing on both our feet to not collide, it was a smooth pivot and a few twists, that had her back against my chest. My hands were placed on her hips in a manor, that would be forbidden in so many ways, but yet it wasn’t in this case. The way she moved them, was sinful.

“She did take advantage of you. It hurt me to see you like that.” She admitted softly, not taking her eyes off of mine.

“Someone else took advantage of my best friend as well. But she was too blinded by “love” to see it.” The soft tone of my voice made her nervous.

“On another more important note; we need to talk about the night we almost-”

“Kissed? Yeah we do how about tonight? Say dinner at Grub Burger Bar, around 6ish?” Batting her eyelashes ever so gently, caused a smile to appear on my face.

“Sounds good to me. See you around, gorgeous.” I placed a sweet kiss on her cheek, as I always do, before heading out the room.

“Oh and uh, you’re helping with my project as well. See you tonight.” I simply added as I waved goodbye.

“You hustled me. I see you Akinjide.”

While sending a wink in her direction, I finally got a laugh out of her. The first laugh in a while, it was all worth it. Tonight was important and I couldn’t wait.

An hour and 45 minutes go by, of boredom, and I can't get Nefertiti off my mind. On my way to my art class, I see the most predictable event ever. From a comfortable distance, it looked as if Sean was trying to smooth his way back into Nefe’s good graces. Yet by the looks of it, I assume he’s done it. Hugging her while getting a feel along her hips and giving me a greedy smirk. He knew I was there. Seeing her walk away pained me once again, along with being filled with rage.

“Looks like I won again. She’s all mine.” He said while walking towards me.

“Sean, I will literally break you if you mistreat her. You can count on it.” The threat didn’t seem to phase him, as he snickers at me.

“Or what? You gonna-” I pinned him against the wall this time, thankful for no one being in the hall. The panicked look on his face was priceless, seeing as though I was at least 6 inches taller than him to begin with. Not to mention bigger.

“It’s a promise this time. Watch yourself.” I gave him a once over, before letting him go, to head towards my next class. So much for being in a good mood.

Nefe’s POV

Never in my wildest dreams would I be so close to killing someone, on sacred ground, in front of my friends. Melanie took me out of my comfort zone, and my father has always told me; ‘don’t let others break you. They don’t know what you’ve been through.’

He’s right. He, along with my mother, were always right. It took me a moment to be center and get back to myself. But tonight was about remembering the good old times from our childhood. It’s a amazing how much time could be brought back by a simple picture. Looking for the right shirt to along with my black jeans, Nattie came by with a curious expression.

“Where you goin’ miss thang? Looking all curvaceous and shit.”

“Out to dinner with a friend. You seen my aquamarine stud earrings?” Slipping on my olive green ankle boots, i took a look through my closet for a sweater

“On the dresser. Dinner with whom, is what I should be asking. Cause a little birdie told me she saw you hugging Sean earlier.” She didn’t miss a beat with the drop of her facts. Upon hearing the sigh that left my lips, she interrupted me.

“Have you not learned a thing about that boy? Cause that’s what he is; a boy. He only thinks with what’s in his pants and I’m tired of you being hurt over this fast ass hoe.”

“Listen, Natasha-” she grabbed a hold of my arms this time.

“No Nefertiti, you don’t need him! He’s not worthy of you and he’s a piece of shit. You deserve someone like M’Baku, please listen to me. To your tribe-” it was my turn to interrupt her.

“I’m not going out to dinner with Sean. I uh, I’m going to dinner with M’Baku. Just as friends”

The look on her face was priceless. Followed by a sequel of excitement and a tight loving hug.

“Oh my god! I’m so proud of you! Where are y’all going? Is he picking you up? What is he gonna wear?” Nattie was more excited than I was, and I was the one going out to dinner. I’m just nervous because this is a first for us both.

As if on cue, my phone was ringing and it was the man in question.

“Hello? Hi M’Baku, you ready for tonight? Oh, uh I’m sorry. No, no it’s ok. I understand, we can always reschedule. I get it, see you tomorrow. Bye.”

I didn't think I’d be crying over a dinner date but this one, this one hurt like getting burned with a 450 degree flat iron. Letting the tears fall down my face, messing up the foundation in the process, I felt defeated. What happened?

“Nefe. Everything ok?” Nattie asked.

“M’Baku cancelled the dinner. Saying he had to study for his presentation. Which I know is a bold face lie, something must’ve happened before had.”

“Well Sandra did say, she saw Sean and him talking before he had to go to class. This was right after seeing you two hug.” Nattie explained while hugging me. It all made sense. M’Baku wouldn’t have done this if Sean didn’t hug me.

“Fucking hell. He must think we got back together. I gotta fix this ASAP, it’s already late as is. I’ll talk to him sometime eventually, I hope.” Rubbing my temple in frustration and agony, I knew all of this had to be fixed.

Can anything in our lives go right?

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Chapter 1

Prelude || Characters || Chapter 1

{A/N: First chapter of a new series for the new year! Let’s go! Let me know what you think and if you want to be apart of the tag squad! Huge thanks to my sis Maddie, she’s a character in this one by the name of Natasha}

Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines

Word Count: 1,295

Warnings: none

Xhosa Translations; (loosely)

‘Ndifungela ndiya kukubetha ngolunye usuku

- I swear I’m going to hit you one day

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Junior year. Near the final stretch for Nefertiti and her crew. It’s took some time to get here but, with a village she made it through. Getting a degree has always been at the top of her list, alongside becoming a Delta. Becoming a Delta meant that you held yourself to a high standard, a higher caliber of life and was apart of the Divine Nine. This second semester in particular, moving into a better part of the sorority house was the perfect way to start off the year. A room fit for an upcoming big sister.

With some old 80’s and 90’s jams, playing in the background, while sorting the boxes all out, Nefe was just in her element. With the help of her roomie Natasha, fellow Delta herself, she couldn’t help but love the new vibe she felt from Nefe.

“Honey, Chile. I don’t know what got into you, but I’m loving this new attitude of yours. It’s new and vibrant, I wonder what’s gotten into you?”

Natasha, or Nattie, has always been Nefe’s voice of reason along with the party queen. Kind of a contradiction isn’t it? Well that’s how she is: voice of reason and party queen.

“Well what got into me was Sean. Don’t tell M’Baku cause he’ll flip his shit.” A chuckle left her full lips as she opened the box of her room decorations, along with Southern University pennants.

“You mean Mr. Wakanda? Something about him just screams seduction. Why aren’t you with him? Sean isn’t what you need Nefe.”

Nattie did always have a way with words. Maybe she was onto something. But Nefe never really thought of M’Baku that way, and he didn’t think of her that way. Did he?

“Oh so Mr. Wakanda, will have something to say huh?” The infamous thick voice broke the silence, causing the girls to scream.

“Jesus M’Baku! Don’t do that. Ndifungela ndiya kukubetha ngolunye usuku”

To say he wasn’t laughing is an understatement. Along with teaching Nefe Xhosa, which clearly stuck with her like gorilla glue on a boot.

“Your pronunciations are getting better, intyatyambo. That’s flower by the way.”

Sitting on the loveseat by the bay window, giving his ever so sweet smile. He never ceased to amaze them. Okoye and Nakia were in their rooms but knew M’Baku came to visit Nefe. They’d tease her about it occasionally.

“Gee. Thanks great gorilla. I’m sure your home country will be proud.”

The teasing tone in her voice caused him to chuckle and Nattie to shake her head and help finish decorating.

“My parents miss me yes. But they’ll be visiting on parents day in September, along with me going home with you and your family. It’s tradition.”

He shrugged as he grabbed a Velcro command strip to hang up a framed picture. A family portrait that meant the world to Nefertiti. That’s one of the things he loves about her, how family oriented she is.

“Yeah yeah. Ok you two, the jams are on and we all have class in an hour. Gotta start junior year off right, right? So sister Queen Nefertiti, turn up the jams.”

Nattie grabbed another box, as Nefe turned up the song on her Logitech Clock radio, that was currently charging her phone. Prompting M’Baku to either join in or record it.

“I got all this love, waiting just for you I just got to know, that your love is true. Can't keep running boy, in and out my life. Want to be your girl, not cause the mood is right.”

Nefe lip synced into her hair brush, swaying her hips to the beat and making her way to her closet. Pointing to Nattie, and she gladly took the next verse.

“If I let you come inside Tomorrow will you hide? Will you be there for me? When I need someone to hold Baby don't misunderstand. I do want you for my man, I just need a little time, Before I invest my love”

Moments like these were what the group was looking forward to. The late night studying groups, sleepover, Greek recruitment days, parties and most of all graduation coming soon. It was gonna be a grand year.

M’Baku was taping them the whole time and was enjoying being back at SU with his friends. He knew he had to get the group together sooner or later to catch up. But for now he’d settle for this with two of his favorite girls.

“Don't walk away boy, My love won't hurt you. Don't walk away boy, I'll be right there for you!”

The girls sung in unison as they danced around in complete bliss and comfort. The two girls fell on top of a huge bean bag chair, and started laughing The three of them finished decorating and admired their work, ready to take on the year.

The rest of the day was filled with classes, introducing new students to the class; ye old syllabus and requirements to uphold. The old mumbo jumbo. But something in music theory threw Nefertiti off her rocker.

Melanie Davis was her name, being Nefe’s rival was her game. They’ve had it out for each other since high school. Even the delta house denied her application sophomore year, because of how she presented herself. Yet the AKA’s welcomes her greatly.

Sitting next to M’Baku on his left, she batted her falsies at him and smiled.

“So M’Baku, how was your summer? You should’ve went to Jamaica with me and the girls. We would’ve loved to have you there.”

Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to Nefe. Her left eye was twitching and Okoye caught it.

“My summer was great Mel. It was good to be home. I’m sorry I couldn’t. Maybe next spring or summer break.”

He did find Melanie attractive. Who wouldn’t? He just let her down gently and she giggled. She made Nefe’s skin crawl.

“Want me to cut her? I’ll cut her for you.” she mouthed at Nefe which cause her to chuckle and shake her head.

“So the homecoming game is coming up. I’ll be cheering for you in the stands. Plus there’s a party afterwards, wanna go with me?”

He was so uncomfortable, and was about to reply till someone stepped in.

“He has plans already, Davis. Stop trying.” Nefe finally spoke up causing everyone around them to laugh.

“Listen here little miss soul sistah. If M’Baku wants to go with another melanin goddess like me, it’s his choice to go.”

Melanie never ceased to get under Nefe’s skin because she knew it bothered her that she could get to M’Baku. After all they did date before, but she ended the relationship because of his friendship with Nefe.

“No you listen here, Mel. He’s obviously uncomfortable with you still. So why don’t you sit ya ass down and chill. Aight?”

Erik always had Nefe’s back. She was like a sister to him. He’s T’Challa cousin and M’Baku frat brother of Omega Psi Phi.

Melanie scoffed and headed out with her little crew, once class was over.

“So y’all want dinner? Popeye’s or is Nakia making jambalaya?” T’Challa, also one of M’Baku’s friends, had asked the group as they headed out the class.

“I’m feelin Popeye’s. Let’s go.”

Once they agreed to Nefe’s statement, they headed that direction. What happened in the music room played again in Nefe’s head. Part of her knew M’Baku still had feelings for Melanie and that somewhat bothered her.

Nah, not somewhat. It fully bothered her to the fullest extent. This was going to be a long year till graduation.

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Chapter 2

Prelude || Characters || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

{Note: Hello everyone! I am here to bring you chapter 2 of Brown Sugah Baby. Once again like; give feedback and reblog to your heart content. Thank you all for the positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!}

Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines

Word Count: 2,072

Warnings: None...yet

As the first 2 months of their junior year flew by; Nefe and Nattie, had to prepare themselves for a frightening event: Midterms. Midterms were every college kids worst nightmare. Especially before homecoming, yet something made them bearable: Parents Day. Parents Day was a huge event at Southern University, for the students. You can spend the whole day with your parents and show em around campus, or just chill with them for a few hours. Which meant the girls would travel back home to Miami, Florida, along with M’Baku.

“Hey Nattie! You got the dessert for the cookout right? Moms wants pecan and apple.” Walking around the store, Nefe had to make sure she got everything on the list her mom gave her.

“Yep. Both pies. Do we need ice cream too?” Nattie asked while going down the dessert aisle.” She was more than just Nefe’s best friend. She was her sister.

Nattie was officially adopted into Nefe’s family when her parents died, when she was 12. They’ve been best friends ever since. A bond that couldn’t be broken, that was strong than super glue. Growing up in Miami, Hialeah go be exact, wasn’t easy by any means. Natasha’s parents were murdered in a hit and run, while she was at school. The news put her in shock and she didn’t know what to do. So by being so close to Nefe’s family, they took her in with open arms. So parents days meant everything and more to Nattie than ever.

Once the kids were of age, Julian and Regina decided to move the family to Tallahassee for a better life and job opportunities. Nattie’s parents had set aside a growing college fund for her, so Nefe’s parents matched it. There was no way, Regina was going to let her best friends’ only child not live a better life.

“I think dad got it. We just need the ribs; hot dogs and buns. Both burgers and hot dog buns.”

Grabbing what they needed, heading towards the checkout lane, they were stopped when Melanie spotted them.

“Well lookie, lookie. It’s the trash community.” The triumphant smirk on her face shone, with the help of her two side hoes by her sides; Jordana and Stacy. Of all places to go run into them at a time like this. Yeah they grew up together and went to SU. Which meant they too went home.

“I see there’s a mirror there, Melanie. You seein your reflection while talkin out the side of your mouth?” Nattie couldn’t help but chuckle at her best friends comeback.

“Very funny. Listen, when you see M’Baku tell him to come by my dorm tonight. Comprende?”

“Or is that too much for you to understand?” Jordana enunciated each word, trying to be funny.

Nattie and Nefe looked at each other and let out a gut wrenching laugh.

“Comprende? Oh you think you funny huh? I can speak about, 4 different languages, and bitch is one of em. Don’t try me.” Nefe sucked her teeth in annoyance.

Eyeing them all up and down, Nattie scoffed and spoke up.

“Why do you even torture yourself, Melanie? No guy really sees anything with you. Oh yeah, and M’Baku wants nothing to do with you either.” Both of them moved past her, to finish their shopping.

“Then why can’t he stay away? He still loves all of  this,” Gesturing towards herself before walking away, Melanie waved goodbye. “and not a peanut shaped hoe like you.”

“Then why are his parents at our house for a Parents Day barbecue? Know your place.” Nefe waved back in a mocking tone, watching her storm off.

“Of all the Walmart’s in town, you’d think she’d have the common sense.” Nattie, scoffed heading to the car.

“Common sense isn’t common for her.” Even Nefe knew herself, that she couldn’t get M’Baku to leave Melanie alone. Sure enough it bothered her more than before.

The rest of the day was filled with laughs, love, music and food. Bonding with family was all Nefe and Nattie needed. M’Baku enjoyed the stories he heard of Nefe when she was little. His parents were there as well to embark on the festivities. The stories they shared of him when he was little, were even cuter. Nattie shared some memories of her own, mainly what it was like to have Nefe as a sister growing up.

Omari and Zola, M’Baku’s parents, are work colleagues of Julian in the medical field. They handle business over in their home country of Wakanda, but have a few businesses in the states. They formed a bond with Julian and Regina when, Omari first came to work for the local hospital. The bond stuck for the last few years.

“Regina, darling whatever you put in this gumbo it is good. Girl, you have to give me the recipe.” Zola was enamored by the dish.

“I shall. If you give me the recipe to this chicken dish from Wakanda. I need to go visit some time.” The chuckle that left the women’s lips, put a smile on both their husbands faces.

“All the food is amazing. Thank you for inviting us over, Mrs. Johnson.” M’Baku said politely, glancing over at Nefe a bit before diving into the peach cobbler that she made.

“Oh dear, you can call me Regina. We’re all family here.”

The atmosphere was warm and inviting. Just what was needed to ease the stress levels.

“Alright. Mrs. Regina.” A smile etched on his face remained there till he turned to his best friend.

“Nefe, this cobbler is bomb.” M’Baku muses in happiness and smiles at her, causing her to feel her face heat up.

Daniel, Nefe and Nattie’s older brother, glanced over at M’Baku like the over protective brother he is. Knowing damn well, he’s twice his size but won’t back down from protecting his siblings.

What was he looking at exactly? The sun dress Nefe wore clung to her like a second skin. The elegant golden yellow two piece dress, made her milk chocolate skin glow. She looked ravishing, he couldn’t look away. He did however, think about how she’d look in Jabari furs that would accentuate her curves.

“Thanks, it’s my grandmama's recipe. All the women in the family have it.”

Nattie knew exactly what was going on between them. She saw Daniel get defensive, which prompted her to kick his knee under the table.

“Ow!” He mumbled while rubbing his knee and glared at her, earning a smirk from the braided goddess.

“Well she passed it down to the right person.” Sending a subtle wink her direction, M’Baku joined her in the kitchen to help clean up. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his advances.

“Listen, imma need these two to stop flirting around us.”

“Daniel. Come on now, they’re best friends. That are blinded by said friendship, to see that they need each other more than ever.”

Diana spoke up and caused everyone at the table, to laugh. She wasn’t lying though. The chemistry was insane between the two. Upon coming back from the kitchen, Nefe eyes everyone suspiciously.

“What’s going on? Talking about us behind our back?”

“Maybe. What’s it to ya?”

Stephanie stuck her tongue out and felt Nefe ruffle her hair.

“You two flirting aimlessly. It’s cute really, because M’Baku hasn’t brought a woman home in years.” Omari, his father, spoke highly of his only son often when he and Julian get together.

“We weren’t flirting Steph. We were just talking is all.”

Nefe shrugged then looked at M’Baku, who nodded in agreement.

“Besides. She has Sean and I am kinda with Melanie.”

The tone is his voice when he said Sean’s name, struck something in both Nattie and Nefe. Yet the rest of the family just laughed. He went on with a smile and just didn’t say anything.

The rest of the night continued on without a hitch. But that little moment stayed in the back of Nefe’s head.

“I hope he’s ok. He seemed on edge a bit.” She pondered outloud as she applied her nightly face mask. Alongside her was Nattie.

“Me too. I just wish he’d talk to us more on his relationship with Melanie. He knows he’s too good for her.”

“That’s not what i'm talking about Nat. I’m referring to how he said Sean’s name. You saw his face didn't you? It looked like he wanted to kill him.”

“Uh, well I’m sure it’s nothing.” Nattie a voice went up a few octaves. Nefe knew exactly what that meant.

“Natasha Reign James, if you don’t tell me right now-“

“Ok! Ok! He overheard Sean at football practice, talking about getting with you during the summer. So he talked to me about it, I’m sorry!”

Nefe’s blood ran cold, with the news she recieved. Her breathing was cut short a tad, but she regained herself.

“Why hasn’t he killed him yet?” She wanted to know why.

“He’s waiting for you to talk to him about it. Not my place. You have to tell him Nefe, now that you know how he feels about him.”

She didn’t want to lose her best friend over some dude that he didn’t like. She had to tell him, but then again she had a thought.

“If he won’t tell me why he’s still fucking around with Melanie, then I’m not telling him why I’m messing with Sean.”

“You two are childish. Childish grown ass adults. I knew I should’ve went with T’Challa to see his mother and Shuri.” Nattie grabbed her stuff and headed to bed along with Nefe, to ease her pain. They did have to leave in the morning anyway to go go back to campus.

Later that night, M’Baku headed home with his parents and the drive to their townhouse was anything but ordinary.

”M’Baku, my darling son. You know how we feel about that Melanie girl.” Zola his mother, ever the elegant woman, spoke gently as they sights of the city sped past them.

“She’s not good enough for you and it shows in her actions. You and Nefertiti should have a go at it. She’s poised; elegant, carries herself well. All the great qualities of a future Jabari Queen.”

His father never spoke about any of the girls he brought home like he did about Nefe. It didn’t shock him that he mentioned Nefe. They always talked about her, they loved her dearly. Even her family as well.

“I know baba. I know. It’s just I’m having fun at my age and I’d rather not think about my responsibilities as future king of the Jabari right now. I’m trying to get away from Melanie to focus on myself, but the day I heard about Sean enraged me.” If anything, Nefe felt more than a friend to him. Yet he never told her that. Probably won’t now that Sean is in the picture.

He wasn’t called Great Gorilla for nothing amounts the his frat brothers. His chest heaved up and down in anger; his nostrils flared with aggravation and a flight growl burrowed within his throat. That all stopped once his mother spoke once more.

“Is he competition to you, my child?” The  tone in Zola’s voice meant that she was in queen mode.

Upon heading inside the home, M’Baku decided to stay the night and think about what his next plan was.

“To be honest, no. He competition in the slightest.” The arrogant look on his face made his parents proud. They raised a warrior to take on his challenges.  

“Then you know what you just do, my son. You haven’t told her yet right?”

“No baba, I have not. I think I’ll wait to the right moment to do so.”

“Good. This American needs to be taught about the element of surprise then.” Omari nodded and headed to bed with his wife to let their son think his plans over.

“And a surprise it shall be.” M’Baku mumbled to himself as he rested in the guest room, sighing deeply into his thoughts as he drifted to sleep.

He had a strategy to make. He is the prince of Jabari Land after all, and needed a queen upon his coronation within 2 years. Maybe his parents were right, it was time he needed to think about his future and what was best fit his coming country. He just has to get rid of some dead weight to do so.

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Where my loves of M’Baku at?! Let’s do this!

#wives of mbaku #thicc daddy m’baku #mbaku #the black panther

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Brown Sugah Baby Hoco Game

Just imagine that the girls are in the all black outfit I described! Along with the song Dose by Ciara

Back to Chapter 3

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Fam! Which lovely Sistah do you think goes well with M’Baku/Winston Duke? Shantania (left) or Amara (right)?

PS: this is for the main character, Nefertiti Imani Adisa, for my M’Baku fic that I’m working on currently. Even though I’m stuck on Distraction🤦🏾‍♀️

#mbaku #mbaku imagine #wives of mbaku #winston duke x oc #winston duke #shantania beckford #amara la negra #nefertiti adisa

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Mmmmh!!

Thinking of picking Distraction back up. After reading Bad! M’Baku from @muse-of-mbaku man I gotta get back in the game. Adulting is hard!

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