#king tchalla x reader

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ １４ － Ｓｅｃｒｅｔ Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ

－ Adore You - T'Challa Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther

－ In which being in a secret relationship is never easy, but the King shows his affection in the little ways that matter.

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You’d always admired T’Challa from afar.

He was a man of many things; talent, charm, compassion, care. He warmed the hearts of all those he met, leaving smiles in his wake as he threaded through the world, carving his own legacy in the actions he did. He’d stolen your heart, just as he did everyones. It would only be later that you’d find out that the feat was an intentional one.

Your little escapades started in his princely youth, but with someone with so much to lose, the best gambit was to be like the air that surrounded you two - when it came to your love, the invisibility of it to the regular eye was key. It was a dance the both of you mastered by the time T’Challa had taken on the mantle of Black Panther, taking on newfound abilities that scared the both of you just as much as it deepened your connection with one another.

You took your fears and turned it into something tangible, channeling it into a positive force that could benefit the both of you instead of tearing you down. That is how the first sketches of the new Black Panther suit came to fruition, and with the help of Shuri, the ingenious inventor princess with undeniable sass and wit, the first prototypes were completed within the coming months. While Shuri had been the one to present to the King his new, high tech, insanely more practical Black Panther suit that would aid him in his missions much more efficiently, the comments of its intricacies didn't go unnoticed by the Princess, who was sure to relay them down the pipeline.

However, this was the extent of what you could do to show your affections for T’Challa, and for the most part, you were fine with it. You were busy enough as a scientist working at the most high-tech and top lab in the world; time wasn’t necessarily friendly to you, either. You were satisfied with the meetings and kind smiles and longing stares you two shared.

It never occurred to you that maybe T’Challa wasn’t, or felt that he could be doing more, because when you approached your home one night after clocking out from your shift at the lab, you found a black box with the Golden Tribe insignia etched onto the top. You grabbed the small box and brung it inside with you, setting it on your kitchen island along with the rest of your belongings before directing all of your attention to it.

You examined the outside of it first before curiosity took control of you, and upon opening the box, you were met with something that made your eyes go wide and your heart skip a beat for a few seconds. Inside, lying against a tiny black velvet pillow, was a small charm bracelet with black claw-like gems and obsidian beads. It was a smaller version of the Black Panther necklace you had designed with Shuri, the final prototype that T’Challa now wore as a staple of his everyday attire.

A tiny slip of paper poked out from underneath the velvet pillow, and upon pulling it out and reading it, you smiled: a piece of me, as i have of you.

The next day, you received compliments on the new piece of jewelry that rested on the same wrist as your kimoyo beads. Despite the gushing of the sentimental value it represented for the protector of your nation (and the knowing stare from one princess), only you would know the truth behind it.

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[demie90s]

The Ultimate

Shuri x Fem!reader

Warning: None. Like 840 words

Part 1

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East of Wakanda a Tribe living only out of Vibranium, however only 2 left made fully out of the source. Queen Hadi and her husband and King Malik. Together they had only one child.

This child came to be be name Princess Y/fn of the Adamma tribe. Better known as the lost tribe of Marrakech.

Born October 10th, 2004. The strongest beings in the world. Born with multiple powers that she had to train everyday , but babies don’t know how to control things.

Willingly at least.

Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Geokinesis, and Super Strength.

At 5 she was excepted to learn seven languages at the same time. Was this easy on a child no…of course not. But she did surprisingly well, and by 8 she knew…

- Kech ( Mother tounge ) not counted

-Spanish

-English

-French

-Russian

-Korean

-Japanese &

-Xhosa

At age 9 Y/fn made such advanced technology they created a passage to the quantum realm that only they have access to making them the first of human kind to start civilization there.

At age 10 her mother wanted her to experience the best of life. She thought training her so much at a young age would create a cold blooded killer. Working around chemicals all day didn’t help either.

So they was sent on a trip to North America. Specifically the US. She grew to hate how self centered the people were.

How they consistently harmed their own kind.

How lazy and unfair their laws where.

This did take a toll on her causing her to see how the world really works. Her own people being murdered and mistreated. She does not smile often and has been taught to show no emotion but she could not help but to feel constant aching in her chest when these things happen.

At age 13 they returned home and continued to train. This did not surprise her mother. She was only there for 3 years.

But one day in the US can make you want to blow your brains out.

At the age of 14 she started to perfect her powers. This was not a must but purely for fun. Best part about made of Vibranium is you technically can’t die.

Brute force is one way to destroy the metal, but only if one possesses the strength of a god.

By 15 she was titled The Ultimate by her mother, her father, her people.

Her parents didn’t want her to waste away being that nothing was after them. So they did something.

At 16 the Avengers recruited her.

This can happen if you have an exceptional power or skillset, and happen to catch positive attention from a current member. But in her case her parents made them.

Not that she had a problem with it but come on. Going out and saving people willingly was in no way shape or form better than staying home in her comfortable bed.

Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Nebula, Rocket, Captain Marvel, Okoye, Black Panther, Ant-Man and more.

Her favorite being Okoye & Black Panther. She considered them ‘her home away from home.’

Okoye is an skilled martial artist and master of staff and spear fighting. She carries a specialized vibranium spear, capable of collapsing into a handle for quick concealment.

A weapon traditionally wielded by members of the Dora Milaje. An elite group of warriors who serve as the all-female special forces for Wakanda.

They also serve as the Black Panther's personal bodyguards. Also known as Prince T'Challa the King of Wakanda and the eldest child of T'Chaka and Ramonda.

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She loved the thrill fighting gave her but before she returned back to her home Prince T’Challa suggested that she goes back with them because they wanted some new weapon ideas and he wanted her to be there when he was crowned king.

To which she agreed. She was going to come back even if she hadn’t to check out some of their technology.

When they landed back in Wakanda she was introduced to The Princess.

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Princess Shuri, she also the chief science officer for Wakanda, a position she cherishes much more than her royal status.

“Hello I am y/fn Adam- ” You began quickly getting cut off making her stand with wide eyes.

“I know- I am sorry it is just that I am a huge fan. I have never met anyone made out of Vibranium this is so cool.” The Princess said quickly.

You smirked.

‘Praise kink is on 100’

“I am a big fan of you to. I heard about your Vibranium Gauntlets and theyare absolutely amazing.” You say in awe.

“What a cute little nerd moments they are having.” T’Challa said out loud earning a quick slap to the arm from his mother and a chuckle from Okoye.

You looked around the beautiful land as they spoke. “Could I show you some of my new inventions. I could use an smart persons opinion.” Shuri asked.

“Of course” You replied waving at the others while she held other hand leading you to her lab.

That is where it all started.

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#wakanda forever #shuri x black!reader #shuri imagines #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x black reader #shuri x black female reader #wakandans #tchalla x fem!reader #shuri udaku #king of wakanda

[bucky-h0e]

Of Summer Days and Winter Nights

Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader

Synopsis:

As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.

He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.

Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Taglist: OPEN

@thehumanistsdiary @browneyedgirl22 @tf-is-fanfic @jenn-f @melsunshine

A/N:

Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!

If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please let me know! I will eventually do requests but I'd like to get this series started first! Please be sure to like it, reblog it or comment if you enjoyed it!

#bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #winter soldier #reader insert #steve rogers #sam wilson #tony stark #natasha romanov #clint barton #bruce banner #wanda maximoff #vision #black panther #tchalla #princess shuri #king tchalla #Knight bucky #medieval #fantasy #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

[hart269]

As I Perish

Pairing : Matt Murdock x Enhanced!Reader

Summary : As you saw Thanos snap his fingers you teleported back to Matt.

Tags : Fluff, Angst, what better way of death can be to spend your last moments into the arms of people you love

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You were in Wakanda fighting aliens trying to protect the world with the rest of the Avengers, King Tchalla and his army.

Then Thanos came and he took the last of the stone putting it the rest in his gauntlet of mass destruction. Everything seemed hopeless until Thor came with his axe and hit Thanos with it, slicing his armor and wounding him. The happiness and relief you felt lasted mere moments as you saw Thanos smirk as he taunted Thor and snapped his fingers disappearing into a portal to you couldn't even think where.

You looked around the defeated faces of the rest of the team, you knew what was gonna happen next. It was time for judgement of who lives and who dies. Making your decision in a split second, you lifted your bruised body with a grunt, closing your eyes and picturing where you want to go, you teleported.

When you opened them you were in the shared apartment of yours and Matt. Matt came out hearing the sudden familiar heartbeat echoing in the otherwise silent apartment.

"Matt" you called out running to him and jumping into his arms. "Y/N, what happened" Matt questioned. He knew you were called suddenly, he could smell the dirt on your suit and the blood from the cuts you had gotten while fighting. He could sense your worry and dread as you clutched him tighter.

"We lost" was all you muttered and he knew something bad had happened. An icy chill ran down his back as he heard hundreds of heartbeats disappear from the city, some going away in an instant and some were fading slowly, people's scream filled the air, he could hear them crying in shock and fear.

"What's happening" he asked not really sure whether he wanted the answer or not. You gave him the short and simplified one, your voice shaking, "People are turning into dust"

Matt clutched you tighter burying his face in your neck trying to focus on your pulse, the sound of your heartbeat which was fast due to adrenaline and fear, your slightly sweet scent buried between the layers instead of the screams coming from outside. Then he heard your heartbeat falter, he called out your name, the sound of other people slowly began to drown.

"Matt" your panicked call pulled him back enough to realise that both of you were being pulled, you both resisted trying to delay the process as long as you could to spend what was going to be your last moments together.

"I,. no, ..why" Matt stuttered trying to form a sentence from the string of words that escaped from him.

"It's okay, at least we will be together" you bargained, trying to console him and yourself as tears flowed down your cheeks.

"We'll be together" he repeated, tears filled his eyes as he choked "I love you".

"I love you too, Matty forever" you smiled tearfully as closed your eyes, crashing your lips into his, he reciprocated as eagerly as both of your time ran out. You both pressed each other as close to the other as humanely possible, savouring the moment, as both of you turned into dust floating out of existence into the air, leaving your last thoughts to be, "There was no better way to die."

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock angst #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader

[okayysophia]

Somebody needs to do a: "X-Men writers versus Black Panther writers." cuz this stuff, very good stuff by the by, is night and day next to BP.

The BP writers make Storm the submissive obedient black women always there to save her man… while in the Xmen Storm is none of that shit.

They’ve made Ororo look stupid in the BP comics multiple times and have had her take shit her normal character would never… and yes at the time a lot more was at stake, she was then the face and queen of wakanda… but sending in a spy; the only wakandan mutant to spy on Arakko on behalf of Wakanda… that’s unforgivable in any comic.

Storm has a entire race of mutants and a planet of people to protect… all this and everything she’s been doing is bigger than Wakanda, bigger than Tchalla and that’s why I’ve been saying her being Queen of Wakanda is beneath her… it did nothing for her or for mutants being queen of an anti mutant nation. I’m glad the Xmen writers have been making that clear since X of Swords that her marriage and continued relationship with Tchalla serves no purpose anymore... and never really did tbh. They’re just dragging it now.

BP writers like to feed into the black love imagery instead of focusing on the fact that these characters have always been wrong for eachother and one person has always been giving more than the other. Instead of actually working together to aid Africa… Storm is always saving Wakanda and gets nothing in return other than Tchalla treating her like a stupid weapon. That’s why BP readers were so shocked when Storm came and stole that sword from wakanda cause they’re used to a submissive black woman in Storm when the real Storm is nothing of the sort.

They need Storm being submissive and fighting for wakanda out of love cause if it was the real Storm characterisation you’d question why a mutant is coming into a anti mutant nation that’s technologically advanced is winning every battle to protect the nation on her own and why the king of wakanda with his own comic issue does nothing… why she’s been on a majority of BP covers but never really gets meaningful dialogue that doesn’t focus on tchalla… the same mutant that’s made a deity in Wakanda because of the works she’s doing for the people … the same mutant that’s summoned Bast, yelled at her and contained her within her own body without a sweat… the same mutant that has god like powers given to her ancestors that’s been passed down for generations by an elder god and an even more incredible family history… the same mutant that’s shown countless times that if she wanted to she has the competence to rule Wakanda on her own… but none of those things are possible when the BP pen is writing her like a submissive weapon on the arm of a useless king… when the real character of Storm never wanted to be confined to such a role cause if she did want to be queen… she could have just went home to Kenya to find her ancestral home.

Even through all of this hoopla, Storm has always and is still protecting Gentle and his rights as a mutant from Wakanda while Tchalla used him for political reasons the first chance he got… there really needs to be a discussion on the way Tchalla/Wakanda really views mutants.

I don’t want to see Ororo in a Black Panther comic again. Because if it was a X-writer on board her marriage would have ended the minute Storm saw the way they treated Gentle and were reluctant to help him.

#ororo munroe #storm

[chaneajoyyy]

Is there a fic where TChalla is in America and he almost gets arrested for something I can’t remember what but he had to convince police that he was the King of Wakanda

Yes! There is! And I’m pretty sure that was one of @brihann ‘s t’challa x blackactress!reader stories in the story universe. I’m sure I have it somewhere in my tags. Can’t remember the title of the story but I do know it exists!

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk t’challa fanfiction #talk marvel fanfiction #talk black panther fanfiction #t’challa x black!reader #t’challa x actress!reader #t’challa fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #chadwick boseman fanfiction #impremenior

[get-your-fics]

Imagine sitting on T’Challa’s lap when he sits on the throne

“Why does the king get the throne?” You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning. “Where is the queen supposed to sit?”

T’Challa looked up at you from his position on the throne. “You, my dear, get the best seat in the house.” He smirked as he patted his lap.

Your lips curled upwards into a grin as you sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you caressed his cheek before kissing him. You pulled away, smiling down at him. “I guess I could get used to this.”

#t'challa #t'challa imagine #tchalla #tchalla imagine #tchalla x reader #t'challa x reader #black panther #black panther imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #black panther x reader #king t'challa #king t'challa imagine #king t'challa x reader #king tchalla #king tchalla imagine #king tchalla x reader

[lunarbuck]

What Once Was

xvii. Seventeen

pairing: buckyxoriginal female character

chapter summary: Arrival in Wakanda brings friends, old memories, and new experiences.

word count: 2921

warnings: fluff

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an: Hello! I hope you all enjoy the chapter, this one is a bit floofier than usual lol I'm not sure if I'll attempt to make this story smutty or not but I promise to let y'all know in advance! I'm horrible at writing smut so for everyone's sake I probably shouldn't try haha

1937

“You’re going to go stay here with Dr. Wagner,” Irene said to her daughter. Lizzie looked up at her mother, teary-eyed. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t keep living at home. She loved it there.

“He’s going to help you,” her father added. Irene nodded and swiped the tears off her daughter’s cheeks.

“Why can’t you stay with me?” Lizzie asked in a small voice, thick with tears. Her parents looked at each other, both unsure how to answer.

“The doctor says that if we stay, you can’t get better,” Irene said softly. Lizzie shook her head; she didn’t like that answer. “I want to so badly, baby,” her mother said, tears brimming in her eyes. “You have no idea how much I want to stay, how much me and your father don’t want to leave you.” Lizzie sobbed as Dr. Wagner entered the room. She could hear him thinking of his plans; they scared her.

“Please, Mama, don’t leave!” Dr. Wagner placed a calloused hand on her shoulder, and she shuddered at his touch. Irene pulled her daughter into a tight hug, and Matthew wrapped his large arms around the girls he loved so dearly. Lizzie tried her best to remember that feeling. To commit it to memory, her mother's floral perfume smelled sweet. Her father’s scratchy sweater on her cheek. They were so warm, so full of love. They were home. They were life.

It was over before she had time to memorize it all.

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Bucky gently brushed the hair from Lizzie’s face as she stirred awake. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder and slept through pretty much the whole journey. Fiona had also fallen asleep, her head rested in her mother’s lap, legs sprawled out on the seat. Bucky felt warmth spreading in his chest. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, pride, love, but it made him feel invincible.

“Are we there?” Lizzie asked, burying her face in Bucky’s jacket. He laughed lightly and continued running his fingers through her hair.

“We’re landing in 10 minutes,” he whispered. Lizzie sat up a bit but kept herself pressed tightly to Bucky’s side. She looked down at Fiona, asleep in her lap, and smiled. Bucky shifted his gaze to the window and watched as the jet flew closer and closer to the palace. He’d spent so much time in Wakanda that at a time, it felt like a second home to him. He owed T’Challa and Shuri his life; he owed the country a debt. As the jet came in to land, Lizzie woke Fiona and gripped Bucky’s hand tightly. The landing was a bit bumpy, but Fiona loved it. She’d never been on a rollercoaster, but she imagined that it was similar and vowed to go on one soon. The three gathered their belongings and made their way off the jet and into the hot Wakandan sun. Fiona tore down the stairs ahead of her mother, eager to explore the new place. Lizzie was less enthusiastic, opting to hold Bucky’s hand on the way to greet the king, who was standing a few feet from where the jet had landed. She was weary on her legs, and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard she tried to prevent it. Bucky guided Lizzie to greet T’Challa, who was crouched down to be at eye level with Fiona. He had a wide smile on his face, lighting up his eyes. Fiona was in awe. She’d never met a king before.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes. It’s good to see you again,” T’Challa said as Lizzie and Bucky approached him. Bucky released Lizzie’s hand to shake the King’s, and Lizzie suddenly felt like she could float away with nothing anchoring her to the ground. “You must be Elizabeth; I have heard so much about you,” the king said, turning to Lizzie.

“Yes, Sir,” Lizzie said quietly. T’Challa offered his hand to her to shake, and she did so, trying to stop the trembling of her hand.

“My name is T’Challa,” he said, placing his other hand around hers, holding her hand in his. “I understand why you are nervous, but I promise that we are all here to help you. I will personally take care of anything you need.” T’Challa found Lizzie’s eyes, and she heard his thoughts, calm and collected. You are safe here. He repeated it over and over, and Lizzie felt herself relax a bit. Normally it scared her when people purposely altered their thoughts, but when T’Challa did it, she knew it was to help.

“Thank you,” she said back. He released her hand and led the group into the palace to meet his sister Shuri. At every turn, Lizzie was amazed at the majesty of the palace, of how intricate it was. Fiona walked next to T’Challa, asking him questions about what it’s like to be a king, and the man indulged her. He was happy to answer her questions, telling her to stay curious. They arrived at Shuri’s lab, and again Lizzie was taken aback at how amazing it all was. The lab was decades more advanced than anything she’d seen in her time at HYDRA; it was incredible.

“Welcome,” Shuri said, approaching Lizzie with open arms. The women embraced, and a small smile crept onto Lizzie’s face. “I’m so happy you’re here,” Shuri said, resting her hands on Lizzie’s shoulders. Bucky stood back while Shuri showed Lizzie around, explaining each device in the lab. T’Challa joined him in leaning against the wall, watching the women walk around.

“You did a good thing bringing her here,” the king said to Bucky. He nodded, it was the right thing to do, but he felt like he didn’t really give Lizzie a choice.

“Thank you for helping her,” Bucky replied. “I owe you.” He turned to look at the king, who had a pleasant smile on his face.

“You have no debt to me, James,” T’Challa said plainly. “You have served your country, the world, and you defended Wakanda. We have not forgotten your sacrifices.” Bucky shook his head; he would always feel indebted to Wakanda even if T’Challa said he wasn’t. They’d given him his life back. There was no way that could ever be repaid. Fiona seemed to be bored of Shuri’s tech talk, so she made her way over to Bucky. She tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and motioned with her arms that she wanted him to pick her up. Bucky obliged and scooped up the little girl, resting her on his hip.

“Whaddya think of Wakanda,” Bucky asked her.

“It’s so cool, Mr. Bucky,” she said excitedly, swinging her feet a bit. Bucky smiled, and T’Challa chucked a little. From where they were standing, Bucky and T’Challa had an incredible view out the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the lab. From so high up, they could see the expansive land of Wakanda. Bucky could even see the little farm he’d lived on for the years he’d been in the country. “Mama said you used to live here,” Fiona added, twisting in Bucky’s arms to look out the window.

“I did,” he said, pushing off the wall and walking over to the window. He pointed out the farm and the little hut. “I lived there.” Fiona squinted and followed Bucky’s gloved finger to the farm.

“Can we go see it?” Fiona asked, turning back to Bucky. She placed her hands on either side of his face, feeling the scruff on his cheeks. When she was so close to people, the colors that surrounded their heads got much clearer, and when she touched people, it was like the colors spoke to her. Bucky’s colors told her that he was happy, but not a normal happy, better than happy. She didn’t know the word for it, but she knew she liked what the colors were saying. Bucky turned to T’Challa and asked him if anyone was living there. The king shook his head. It was vacant and left essentially untouched since Bucky had lived there.

“I think we can arrange that,” Bucky said, shooting T’Challa a smile. Shuri wrapped up the tour and informed Lizzie that they would begin the deprogramming in a few days if she felt ready. Lizzie didn’t know if she’d ever feel ready, but she knew it needed to happen.

“Three days,” Lizzie offered. Shuri nodded and they shook on it, sealing the deal.

“Then I will see you back here in three days.” Shuri walked Lizzie over to the rest of the group, and T’Challa joined her in escorting them to the suite they’d prepared. It was nearly the top floor of the palace, and Lizzie couldn’t get over how much space she’d have. There was a master bedroom, a room for Fiona, and a guest room that Bucky could stay in. There were two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a little area for Fiona to play in.

“Oh my gosh,” Lizzie gasped when she saw the master suite. It was bigger than her entire Brooklyn apartment.

“I hope this will be enough to suit your needs,” T’Challa said, joking with her.

“This is more than I could ever ask for, sir,” Lizzie said, taking in every detail. Fiona was already making herself at home, unpacking her suitcase and filling the dresser with her clothes. Bucky tossed his bags onto the guest room’s bed, and Lizzie couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he did it. She and Bucky hadn’t ever done anything more than kiss, not like she knew how to do anything else, but the idea of sharing a bed with him didn’t scare her. If anything, it brought her comfort. She didn’t say anything, though, worried about scaring Bucky away somehow.

“We’ve had some groceries delivered in preparation for your arrival. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask or to go to the market. This bracelet,” T’Challa pulled three black bands from his pocket and handed them to Lizzie. “Will act as your currency everywhere in Wakanda. When you want to pay for something, just hold out your wrist.” Lizzie nodded and slipped the band on, handing one to Bucky, and then secured the last one on Fiona’s wrist.

“Thank you,” Lizzie said, having a hard time processing everything T'Challa and Shuri had done for her.

“Of course,” the king replied. “Enjoy your time here.” He and Shuri exited the suite, shutting the door gently behind them. Lizzie sighed heavily, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself.

“You okay?” Bucky asked, placing his hand at the small of her back, fingers reaching her waist.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said quietly, shaking her head. “It’s just a lot.” Bucky nodded. He knew how she felt though he wasn’t given such extravagant treatment. He was happy with his hut. It was exactly what he needed. He would’ve gone crazy in a suite like that all by himself. A knock on the door made all of them jump a bit, and Lizzie moved to answer it. A woman on the other side greeted Lizzie with a big smile.

“Elizabeth?” The woman asked, kind eyes shining in the light of the hallway.

“Yeah,” she replied, extending a hand for the woman to shake. “Can I help you?”

“My name is Thaka Numbara; this is my daughter Omwo,” a little girl peeked around the woman. “We know you’ve had a long day, but we were wondering if your daughter would like to go on a little adventure.” Lizzie chewed her lip nervously, but before she could really think of an answer, Fiona ran up and quickly agreed to the playdate.

“Where will you be adventuring to?” Lizzie asked Thaka, who picked up on Lizzie’s nerves.

“Hidden corners of the palace,” she replied, placing a gentle hand on Lizzie’s arm. “We won’t be leaving the premises.” Lizzie sighed, and her nerves dissipated. She couldn’t understand Thaka’s thoughts, which were not in English. It was nice to have a different language floating through her mind; the words were beautiful.

“Well then, I guess you can go, Fi,” Lizzie told her daughter. Fiona squealed excitedly and hugged her mother’s legs before linking arms with Omwo. Thaka told Lizzie that they would be adventuring for a few hours, but the bands could be used as communication devices if Lizzie needed anything. They headed down the hall to the elevator, and Lizzie couldn’t help but smile when she saw how excited Fiona was to have a new friend. Bucky walked up behind her and rested his arms around her waist, placing his head on her shoulder.

“You’re doing so good,” he said into her ear. His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine and raised goosebumps on her skin. “I know how hard this can be.” Lizzie leaned back into Bucky, who welcomed the pressure of her body against his.

“I’m scared, Bucky,” she said quietly. He turned her in his grasp and placed his hands on either side of her face.

“It’d be kinda weird if you weren’t,” he said, eyes crinkling in the corners from his smile. “But if there’s anything I can do to help you, just say the word.” Lizzie nodded and stood up on her toes to kiss him. Bucky leaned into the kiss and pulled her bottom lip between his, grazing it lightly with his teeth. Lizzie ran her hands up Bucky’s back, wrapping tightly around him. He tilted her chin in his hands, deepening the kiss, fingers reaching to the back of her head. Lizzie’s head was spinning; her heart was racing. She wanted more, needed more. She decided that she didn’t want Bucky to be wearing his thick leather jacket anymore, so she pushed it off his shoulders. He removed his hands from their place on her face and shrugged it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. Beneath the jacket, he wore the dark blue henley Lizzie loved so much. The fabric stretched beautifully over his muscular chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. She ran her hands up his torso and chest, and Bucky walked her back against the closed door. He captured her lips in another kiss, and her arms wrapped around him, pulling herself closer.

“This helps,” she whispered as Bucky kissed his way down her chin and to her neck, kissing at the spot just below her jaw. He chuckled against her skin and continued his way to her collarbone, nipping at it lightly, causing Lizzie to whimper. Her face flushed, and her head got fuzzy, but Bucky didn’t stop. His hands found her face again, and he rested her forehead against his.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking into her eyes. She felt like it was the first time he was seeing her, seeing right into her mind. His eyes were bright, pulling her in. She couldn’t look away. She leaned in to kiss him again, and she felt so grounded in the moment. It felt so real. His hands roaming her body, her fingers gripping his back. Lizzie felt Bucky’s hands creep down to the backs of her legs, pulling her up off the floor. Her feet hooked behind his back, and her hands held on to his neck, not allowing herself to break the kiss.

Bucky walked with her in his arms away from the door. He knew what he wanted to do, but he also didn’t want to go too fast with her. The way her fingers felt in his hair, on his skin. She didn’t touch him like she was afraid, like he was a monster. Her gentle touches made him feel real. It made him feel alive.

“Bucky,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. He walked her into the kitchen and sat her on the counter, legs still around his torso. He pulled away but kept his arms around her; he didn’t want to let her go. “Don’t stop,” she said softly. Her eyes were closed, and she rested her forehead on his. Bucky pulled his bottom lip between his teeth; her words fueled something inside him.

“What do you want me to do, Elizabeth?” He asked, pressing kisses to her jaw. Lizzie’s mouth dropped open, gasping for air. Her brow furrowed, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, leaving little crescents in his skin.

“I’m not sure,” she said in a small voice. Bucky pulled away and found that she’d opened her eyes but wouldn’t look at him. “I’ve never-- I don’t--,” she frowned and tried to collect her thoughts, but Bucky knew what she was getting at. He ran a thumb along her bottom lip, tracing the peak gently.

“That’s okay,” he said, catching her gaze. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I never want to hurt you.” Lizzie looked down into his eyes; they were so beautiful, she wanted to disappear in them.

“I don’t know how to do any of this,” she admitted, trying to laugh about it, but the sound got caught in her throat. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do, supposed to want.” Bucky nodded but didn’t let her drop his gaze. He held her face up so she could see him.

“Do you want me to teach you?” He asked it kindly, a small smile on his lips. Lizzie nodded slowly, but the way Bucky tilted his head, she could tell he wanted her to use her words.

“Yes.”

#jane's writing #what once was #bucky x original female character #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #king tchalla #shuri #wakanda #fluff #jane’s writing bucky barnes x yn bucky barnes fluff bucky barnes au bucky barnes fanfic bucky x reader James bucky barnes x reader bucky ...

[moonvis]

Woke up to this...💔 Rest in peace king🕊️🤍

#seriously... could 2020 get any worse?? its not gonna be the same without this incredible man... #rest in power chadwick #chadwick boseman #t challa #king tchalla #black panther #wakanda #wakandaforever #marvel #mcu #captain america #bucky barnes #tchalla x reader #tchalla imagine

[wakandascrystal]

Ｆｏｏｌｉｓｈ

T'Challa x Black Reader

Summary: T'Challa has been neglecting you for the longest time. You find out why?

A/N - Hi 🌸. Did you miss me?  Cause I missed you. Anyway. Work,school and my personal life have made it their personal mission to stress me out so I don’t enjoy my one true love …BlackPanther FanFiction. But my cousin lent me her laptop and I was able to put this fic together before she needed it back. sorry for any mistakes Enjoy

“Did you see how Yolanda was looking at Tepho…they are definitely seeing each other." 

You waited for a response from T'Challa. 

Nothing, but never the less you carried on.

"I’m glad they spoke with each other about their feelings. Love is so exciting don’t you think?”

He said nothing. 

He probably wanted to be alone and you were there, gossiping away about the servants who everyone knew where hooking up.

You sat up from the leather seats in his office to give him space. Even the stretching of the leather against your body made you cringe. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked like he needed silence. His eyes were focused on the notes he was writing. The pen gliding on the page. You quickly said farewell and left him alone. He didn’t respond.

As soon as you left, closing the door behind you. Your heart sunk. You didn’t know why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Ever since you came back from the women’s conference in Brazil. He has been less talkative and less himself. N'Jadaka noticed as well. 

He thought he had food poisoning cause there is was no way he could be genuinely mad at you. You didn’t do anything. You know you didn’t. But you were too afraid to ask. So you just carried on being a good wife. 

It was 6:30 PM and everyone was waiting on the king so they could start eating dinner. The Queen, N'Jadaka, his wife Aaliyah,  Okoye ,W'Kabi and Bucky. Shuri was too busy in her lab to come join.

“Man I’m hungry are you going to call his ass down here or what?“

You really didn’t want to. You felt like a nursence to him all ready. You didn’t want to face him. Well not alone anyway.

“…Maybe we can start …without him.“  Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart. We can’t eat without him if he is in the palace. He is the king. He needs to start the meal.“ She had pleading eyes since you had kept her up to date with what was happening in your relationship with Thcalla and she with hers with N'Jadaka.

“Okay I will request his presence.“ The lack of excitement in your voice didn’t sit well with the Queen.

“Stay put my dear I will go speak with my son.“ It felt like a wave of relief washed over you. You couldn’t believe how happy you were to be saved from talking to your own husband. You hated the feeling but you were glad to see Romanda’s white crystal train from her dress follow her out the door. 

“So how long is he going to act like a child.“  Aaliyah whispered into your ear.

“His behavior worries me more then anything. I’m trying to not take it personally.“

“Your husband has not touch, kissed, fucked or barely spoken to you in 2 weeks and your choosing to not take it personally.“

You repeat her whole question in your mind, breaking it up in halves so you could understand her sarcasm.

“Yes…Yes i am…. shhh.. there he is…“ You shushed her like a schoolgirl when they entered. T’challa looked tired and used. The difference between the Queen and her son was clear. Her head was up when she walked unlike Tchalla, his head was low and he seemed uncertain with him movements. You hated how he carried himself. One of the reason you fall for him was his confidence, you had to speak to him. For once since coming back you had to talk about his behavior.

After a long and an uneventful meal everyone left for their rooms. Aaliyah and N'Jadaka left hand in hand, Queen Romanda , Okoye, Bucky and W'Kabi left the reigning King and Queen in the Royal dining hall. The silence was unbearable and you think you only felt it. 

“Tchalla“ you called out to him and he didn’t respond.

“I’m leaving in 3 days“ He said it in a low voice you barely heard him.

“3 days. Where are you going?“ 

“…Nigeria. For a short while. It will be a days trip.“ He said nothing more. He pushed himself out of the golden table and walked away. Normally he would pull your chair out for you and walk with your to your room but not anymore. The 8 guards who surrounded the hall stood still, backs up against wall as you stared at nothing wondering where your marriage went wrong. 1 hour past and you were still in the same position, that was more than enough time for you to collect yourself. 

You started your nightly routine. A hot shower, hair care, skin care, a glass of water, 2 chapters of your favorite book then some needed sleep. It went smoothly since T'challa wasn’t there. To your knowledge he was in his office doing lord knows what. You wanted to be asleep before he come back so you would face him. later you learnt you had rushed yourself over nothing. He didn’t come back until later into the night. Your eyes had been sealed shut around 10 and he joined you at 2 o'clock in the morning. To make matters worse he woke up and left before you woke up so you didn’t even get to see him.

A week later you and Aaliyah had to meet up with the Women’s league of Wakanda, just North of the capital. You said nothing to her the whole trip there. You couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful mountainous landscape and waterfalls that laid under the aircraft. You were to busy trying to figure out what is making T'challa neglect you.

Somehow you make it through the event, you remember nothing and no one. Aaliyah does you the biggest favor and doesn’t speak about it. Not even once. you wished you could reward her for that.

When the the aircraft lands back home at the palace. No one is waiting for you Just N'Jadaka waiting to walk his lovely wife back inside. Tears threatening to fall. You could feel them. They pulled your energy down and as well as your soul. You wounded the halls of the palace not sure where to go. Your biggest fear at that moment was not death or anything else but it was running into your husband. You hated how he made you feel. overnight he went from being the most loving and accommodating husband to an unfriendly man. The worst part is you didn’t know why. You wish he would tell you because you would fix it.

You would. You would do anything to go back to how things were.

You run into Queen Ramonda in the east wing halls. She had 2 workers behind her. They seemed to be moving furniture.

“Oh Y/N the person i wanted to see. Please meet me in the garden ,I will join you shortly.“ You gave her a weak smile and started making your way to the Queens garden. When you get there you meet another 2 female workers preparing tea and scones. they left when you arrive. The enclosed garden is filled with roses and sunflowers. Your favorite, lilies and other wildflowers as well. You feel the Queen’s hand on you shoulder moments later.

“You seem deep in thought my dear.” You offer her that weak smile again. “It’s been a long week” You confess. “Have some tea.” She poured you a cup and you both took sips at the same time.

“You should talk to him.“ You almost spat your tea out. Romanda was the last person you wanted to know you and Tchalla were going through something.

“How did you know?“ She took another sip

“I think you forget I was married to an Udaku Man-“ She smirks “-and i’m not an idiot. Something is going on and you need to fix it before it becomes serious.”

“Iv tried so many times he just shuts me out. You know he barely comes home at night. He stays in that study of his all the time. I believe he stays there to avoid me.“ You couldn’t look at her. She was so beautiful and graceful that you felt so foolish sharing your problems.

“I really love your son..but I dont think he loves me anymore. I’m afraid to say“ You felt her hand on your knee. You could see she really cared about you and your worries. She was your mother. She cared like one and loved like one.

“My son is a lot of things Y/N but he is not an stupid…..I’m sure he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize your relationship. I will never forget how he cried when he first saw you in your wedding dress. Hmm?“ She pulled a small cloth out and wiped your tears. “…I know for a fact that golden dress wasn’t the reason he got emotional.“ 

“Go talk to him. Go now my child.“ She helped you up and walked you to the entrance of his office from her garden. You felt empowered, she made you feel like that.

You walked in alone without knocking. Tchalla was on the brown leather couch on the other side of the office. His back faced you as you marched to him. He looked busy and you didn’t. For once you didn’t mind disrupting his focus on something. You didn’t feel guilty or out of line, you were ready to giving him the reality of your relationship. 

“T'challa Udaku !“ He didn’t stop paging through the loose papers on his wooden table.

“Udaku!” you raised your voice this time but getting nothing from the King.

“I didn’t take your last name just so you would ignore me like this.“ 

“Is there something you need from me Y/N, I am busy at the moment.“

The rage was red and hot. It bubbled from the bottom of stomach upwards. You felt hot and angry. You were ready to fight him but you knew you wouldn’t win. He was the black panther. He could hear you heart rate beat faster as you clenched and unclenched you fists. In a quicky movement you pulled all the papers he was working with and the scattered them in one movement away from him on to the floor. He was shocked. This was not your typical behaviour. You were calm and polite never savage and rude but he was making you like this. What exactly did he expect.

He wanted to see what you were going to do next, you didn’t want him to move away from you like he was starting to do so you straddled him. Throwing you thigh over his lap. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?!“ You looked into his eyes. He tried to push you off . You didn’t want to fail this time. So many times you tried to talk to him and get to the bottom of this mess and you failed but right was not going to be a repeat of that.

“Y/N get off me.“ He warned 

“Im sorry but I have to reject that request.“

“It was not a requested more a command.“ His voice was deep and he sounded annoyed.

“The only way. I’m going to getting off your lap is if Okoye,your personal guard takes me off you, which is impossible because she is arranging everything for you visit to Nigeria…or just throw me off yourself.“ He licked his lips as he tolerated your mischief.

“I guess you leave me no choice.“ His hands snake to your waist and you felt him began to lift you. You didn’t want to move. you wanted to stay on him. You started to panic, fearing going back to what ever your marriage was at this point. 

In a bold move you planted your lips on his. The cherry gloss you had acted as lubricant so you could make the kiss deeper. You were certain he was going to reject you. You didn’t know how you would have dealt with that type of rejection from your own husband. You had dug your own grave but somehow, some way he didn’t push you away but pulled you closer.

It was as if he missed your touch. Like he wanted the moment to last. This confused you. The need he was showing confused you. The way his large hands held on to your hips and back confused you. why would he act like you don’t exist if his body still wanted you, if it still responded to you. The sounds of sucking and lips smacking made you feel good. The sound of progress… that until he pulled you abruptly away. Eyes dark with his graze. He looked angry

“Get off me.“ That was his 100% dont messy with right voice. You knew it. very well. He had used it with Erik a while back when he tried to steal the country and with some of the Avengers.

“I’m tired of your shit. It’s been a mouth and we haven’t had a simple conversation. Your acting like a baby …your scaring me…your embarrassing me. Every single person in this palace thinks i’ve done something to anger you, when i’ve done nothing. Your punishing me for nothing! I have DONE NOTHING!“ 

You got of his lap before you started yelling. You dont ever remember raising your voice this much at Tchalla before. Never. 

He just sat there and took it. Waiting for you to finish.

“Nothing? You did nothing?“ He asked you in a low voice, laced with sarcasm.

You didn’t answer. Just staring at him.

“….What was his name?“ 

“Who?“ you answered impolitely

“Y/N ….I was minding my own business, getting some important things done-“ You cut him off “Is our….dying relationship not important?“

“That is not what I meant.“

“Then what did you mean …my King?“

“..Maybe if you let me finish you would know?”

You stepped closer to him when he stood up. You needed to show him you weren’t afraid.  Even though he towered of you. You needed to face him head on. 

“I asked you a question. What was his name?“ 

“I’m going to the king to be more specific?“ You crossed your arms 

“…The man you fucked in Brazil“

You step back from, your face fall as your brain tried to understand what he just said.

“What the fuck are you saying. I was alone. The whole trip. Why the hell would I sleep with someone else? “

“Then explain this?“ he held up his writs to his Kimoyo beads. The screen lit up and he proceeded to show you a video. 

You could see the door of the hotel room being open. Who ever took this video must have snuck past the 3 guards that were supposed to be on duty that night. 

Fear struck in to your heart when you finally realized what Tchala had seen.You looked up at his face, he was starting at the screen. You wanted to stop the video and explain. You wanted the room to cave in and take you away from this. You didn’t mean for this to get to him. You bit your lip and carried on watching.

The person who was filming, opened the your bedroom door slowly. At that moment your moans could be heard. They where high pitched and needy. They were weak but clearly audible. All the frame shot was your brown leg on one of the big white pillows and the messy bedding and then it come to its ending. Your heart stopped. You deemed yourself lucky that that was all that could be seen. You wanted to run away from him and not have to deal with his eyes.

“I can explain..“

“Go ahead.“

“”Tchalla I was lonely…I was there for 3 weeks..without you. I missed you so much. This is so embarrassing…….I wanted you to be there with me. You know this…. It was one time Tchalla. “

“Do you hear yourself Y/N? You cheated on me and you - “

“Wait….cheated. Tchalla Im so confused. You have been treating me like this all this time cause you think I cheated on you.“

“Then what is this-“

“OMG T'CHALLA I WAS TOUCHING MYSELF …AND THAT IS A SHADOW FROM THE BIG PILLOW NOT A PERSON…OR A MAN!!….DID YOU THINK I WAS WITH SOMEONE ELSE???“ your eyes were about to pop out because of this man. He really was pushing it

“what was i -“ Tchalla tries to defend himself.

“No! You Don’t get to speak. This whole time your been keeping me out and shouting me out cause of this. Tchalla Im lucky this didn’t get in the hands of someone who would have uploaded it. I’m the Queen for Gods sake…. that would have destroyed me.“

You were so relieved to finally know why he was actually mad at you but you were also mad at him. Why didn’t he just ask you the day you got home?

“Calm yourself My Queen“ He went to pour himself a glass of whisky ..leaving your side. He had a smile on his face. You missed it. T'challa was happy to know you actually weren’t unfaithful. You missed him calling you his Queen but you couldn’t show him that, you were angry at your King.

“So…“ He took a small sip “….You were touching yourself.” He was back to his cocky self…you were not ready for that right now. 

“I’m leaving …have a safe trip to Nigeria.“ You turned to leave him but he reached for your waist just in time.

“Don’t you think we need to talk…about the video.“ He was teasing you.

“No i’m not going to talk….“ You teased back. You weren’t sure if everything was back to normal or not .You were really hoping he wasnt mad anymore. He had no reason to be.

You gave him a small kiss to get his attention. “Did you really think I was with someone else?” he didn’t say anything just giving you disappointed look.

“You owe me a vacation for this.“

“I’m really sorry my Queen..We can go wherever you want.“

“Okay.“ You wanted to ask him what would make him think you would step out. More questions piled on in your mind and he could see you were over thinking. Tchalla felt bad, he really did. He was just very bad at showing his true emotions … if they made him feel vulnerable. 

“Who took that video. I’m so mad. That was an invasion of my privacy”

“Don’t worry. She was reprimanded for her actions…and the guard who were supposed to keep you safe.“

“You didn’t kill them did you?“ 

“I should of. That could have been a crazy person who wanted to hurt you…when you were busy…pleasing yourself.“

“Fuck it Tchalla, Im out.“ You had never seen him smile so much. You loved it. 

“I’ll see you at dinner.“ You gave him another kiss on his lips before leaving him. when the doors to his study closed shut, you sent him a message on your Kimoyo beads.

“Don’t ever scare me like that“

#tchalla imagine #tchalla x erik #tchalla x reader #tchalla #tchalla x blackreader #blackpanther imagines #king tchalla #Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #bucky #Okoye #wkabi #ramonda #queen #cute

[marvelmadam08]

The Princess & The Nomad (11)

With your hypnosis gone and your identity fully known, you and Steve reunite and pick you right where your left off. But with The Avengers disbanded and a new danger looming in the future, what’ll keep everything from falling apart?

Summary: After a quick birthday celebration, you and the others plan an impromptu trip to Norway.

Warnings: Mentions of previous smut, hints of Bucky x Reader? Final goodbyes

A/N: Sorry it’s been a while for an update, I’m jumping back and forth between this blog and my original pieces and looking into self-publishing. Lots of big things in the works. Also if you haven’t seen Message From the King you should, Chadwick does an amazing job in that film. Enjoy!

“How many hickies are you trying to give me?” You laughed slash moaned while Steve kissed and bit in random parts of your body

“One for every year you’ve been alive.” He kissed on your pelvic bone, the next spot for him to mark

“I’m 84.”

“Exactly, so let me continue before I lose count.”

“Yes sir.” Your fingers raked through his hair, watching him kiss down your body “Best birthday yet.”

“You made mine special, I’m returning the favor.” He bit down on your hip, holding you in place with his weight, you shuddered softly. When he was satisfied with his work Steve kissed up your stomach before lightly pecking your lips.

“You know we haven’t left this room since I got here. They might think we’re dead.”

“It’s not the worse way to go. And we did leave.”

“For thirty minutes, to find the kitchen. And you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” You nudged him with your foot, subtly reminding him of how carried away the two of you got when feeding each other strawberries. Ending up with the two of you hiding in the pantry, half naked and waiting for the guard to leave so you could return to the room.

“We’re lucky we didn’t get caught.” You started to move to the edge of the bed when Steve pulls you back into his chest “Steve-”

“I missed a spot.” He kissed on your shoulder blade

“We told Sam we’d hang out with them today.” You giggled and pulled away “It’s rude to decline an invitation the day of, especially without a viable reason.”

“I want you to myself, that’s reason enough.” Steve watched you move over to the full length mirror that sat in the corner. He smiled as you assessed the bite marks and handprints he left behind.

“Steve, I look like a dalmatian.”

He chuckled before he moved to get ready himself. Despite his not so subtle suggestion for taking a shower together, you didn’t want to run the risk of never making it out the room, so you decided to take separate showers. You watched Steve get ready, since you only had to shimmer on a new outfit, a long sleeved shirt, a scarf wrapped around your neck and long jeans, thanks to him.

“That’s not going to look suspicious.” He told you as you both walked back down to the study to meet everyone else “It’s the middle of summer.”

“Would you rather have me in a skimpy skirt and a low cut top, showing off?” You questioned jokingly

“If you wore anything of the sort, we definitely wouldn’t have made it out the room.”

“Holy shit, she can still walk.” Sam was the first one to open his mouth when you and Steve entered the study “And sporting a modest scarf, odd piece of clothing for summer in Wakanda.”

“My bikini is at the cleaners.”

“Happy birthday Kiddo.” Sam moves in to give you a strong hug

“Thanks Sam.”

“Didn’t think you two would show up.” Bucky said, leaning against the wall on the far side of the room “Guess I owe Nat fifty bucks now.”

“In American currency if you will.” Natasha smirked “Happy birthday, Rayna.”

It took you a second to remember she was addressing you. “Thanks Nat. Shall we go and eat, I’m starving.”

“Well you’ve been working up an appetite for the last two days.”

You all began to file out of the room back into the hall.

“Seriously, like rabbits.” Sam added “I pity who ever had the room next to yours- oh wait, that was me.”

“Sorry Sam.” Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek.

“No you’re not. But you will be when Bucky and I tell (Y/N) all about the goat incident.”

“Stooping low Sam.” A light blush showed up on Steve’s cheeks

“What about a goat?”

“Apparently Stevie here missed you so much that he started having dreams about you.” Bucky started, trailing behind the group “Very vivid dreams, if you catch my drift.”

“So we’re camping out at Bucky’s place, resting as much as we can before we leave again. Steve, being the fossil that he is, fell asleep first. And starts talking in his sleep, calling for you.” Sam gestures to you

“I thought he was having a nightmare again, but when I looked up he was spooning one of my goats. And she was not happy about it.”

“Now the damn goat won’t leave him alone.” Sam laughed, you did your best to hide your amusement but failed horribly

“I’m sorry for laughing, but you have to admit it’s funny.” You said to Steve between giggles “I have tons of embarrassing stories from Asgard.”

“And you’re welcomed to tell us all about it over dessert.” T'challa greets you at the doors leading to a screening room. He reached for your hand to kiss it lightly “Princess (Y/N), happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

Fast approaching footsteps turned your attention to Shuri, who pushed her brother out of the way and wrapped her arms around you.

“Happy birthday. How are you feeling?”

Nat shot Sam a warning glare before he could say anything inappropriate. Steve did the same to Bucky.

“I feel great, no side effects that I know of so far.”

“I got you something.” Shuri reached into her pocket and pulled out a small gift box “Well I made it.”

Sitting inside the box was a bracelet made of round black beads with tiny engravings on them.

“They’re call Kimoyo beads, made from vibranium, they're multipurpose and have better reception than a cell phone.”

“It’s beautiful Shuri, thank you.” You slipped the bracelet on your wrist, they shift and secure themselves on your wrist so they wouldn’t move or fall off. You turn your hand over and the words ‘happy birthday’ shine from the beads “I just hope my powers won’t short it out.”

“It’s perfectly safe.” she assures you before turning to Bucky “Nice to see you again White Wolf.”

“Same to you Shuri." Bucky grinned

"Are you joining us for the movie?” Steve ask

“Unfortunately I have work to do in my lab, plus I am not old enough to sit in on adult conversations.” Shuri rolled her eyes

“Mother’s words, not mine.” T'challa argued “You will get your chance when you are older.”

Shuri mimicked her brother’s voice under her breath as she walked away, a guard right behind her. T'challa stood to the side to let the rest of you in the dimly lit room. The smell of food filled the room, over to your right was a table full of food complete with chicken and beef stir fry, dinner rolls, and few ribs and cesar salad.

“Whoa, you went all out Sam. I would’ve been fine with pizza.” You tell him

“I didn’t do anything.” Sam’s mouth was stuffed with half a dinner roll.

“My sister insisted, said that this should be a special birthday for you.” T'challa explained “Being back with your loved ones.”

“Oh now I wish she stayed.” You slightly pout “She didn’t have to do all this.”

“In her opinion it could’ve been better, but apparently someone ate all the strawberries that were going to be used for the shortcake.”

“Imagine that.” Steve gives you a small squeeze on the butt, you blush and bite your lip.

Everyone moved around the table, picking up different food to place on their plates. You end up drifting closer to Bucky by the crepes.

"So White Wolf? Is that what you're calling yourself now?"

He shrugged, setting down his plate to add more food "I kinda adopted it. I'm technically the black sheep here.... Well the white sheep."

"Do you like it here? You seem a lot more relaxed."

"Yeah, it's amazing. Everyone’s so welcoming, there’s little to no crime. And the sunsets are something out of movies." He gives you a friendly smile before averting his eyes again

"What's wrong?"

"Your scarf slipped." He reached up to fix your scarf back over a bite mark "Looks like everything between you and Steve is going good."

"Yeah, we said I love you for the first time."

He nods, examining a piece of broccoli. "Big step, possible wedding bells in the future?"

You blush and nudge him in his side. "I just got back, let's not jump to life altering choices."

"Alright. It's your day Princess- Rayna? (Y/N)? Which one are you going with?"

"Honestly, whichever you prefer. I have so many names at this point I’ll answer to anything.” you joke, sneaking a bit of frosting from a corner slice of cake

“Sure thing- Princess.” Bucky smiles before sauntering off to a plush chair in front of a large screen. Steve calls you over to settle in the seat next to him.

“So what are we watching? I have a year worth of movies I’ve missed out on.”

You all settle for a movie called “Message from the King”, even on their day off, Steve and the others never strayed too far from action. Although there was a lot of jeering when something unrealistic happened. Which was every twenty minutes. However, the film made you think of Odin and Thor, and how secrets tore you apart from each other, just like in movie.

“You alright?” Steve asks you, squeezing your hand

“I have another birthday request.” You tell him

“Please not here, don’t ruin the screening room with your non-stop super human, Asgardian sex-capades.” Sam looks at you with tired eyes

“It’s not that Sam. I want to go to Norway, it doesn’t have to be right now but the sooner the better.”

“What’s in Norway?” Nat asks, helping herself to another beer

“My grandfather, I want to see him.”

“Your grandfather, as in Odin?” Steve’s shocked expression spoke for everybody “The man who threw you out of Asgard?”

“Yes. He said we would see each other again before…” You looked back to the screen at the rolling credits, then shrug “I don’t know, maybe it’s a stupid idea. If he wanted to see me then he’d find me right?”

“You’ve met him already?” Bucky leaned in a bit from the other side of Sam

“Yeah, I sort of broke him out of a retirement home.”

“What do you get into when we’re not around?” Sam wondered

“I haven’t even got the chance to tell you about the huge python that nearly killed me.”

“The what?” Steve’s face grew pale

“Nothing.” You rub reassuring circles on his back

“You can tell us all about that on the way to Norway.” Natasha stood, Steve gave her a stern look “Clearly she’s made amends with him Rogers, don’t give me that look.”

“I think you should go.” T'challa chimes in “Family, no matter how dysfunctional, is all we have in the end.”

“Steve, I can understand why you don’t like him. But if he hadn’t cast me out then, I wouldn’t be here now.” You tell him “I’m going to say my last goodbyes to him. I’d like it if you were there, if not I’ll go alone.”

“After the year I’ve had, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders “Wheels up in thirty.”

“We can never have a normal week.” Sam muttered as he stood “I’m taking the dinner rolls.”

* * *

When Steve said he wasn’t letting you out of his sights he meant it, you figured that out when he had you sit in the co-pilot seat before the quinjet began to take off.

“Steve I still can’t drive a car, what in Norns sakes makes you think I can fly the jet?” You asked as he strapped you in

“You aren’t flying, I am and if you need to switch out with Nat then you will.” He assured you with a kiss on your cheek

“Enough, let’s get this show on the road!” Sam punched the roof of the jet, earning an annoyed look from Nat and Steve

You peaked out the window, over at Bucky who gave a small salute from where he stood, along with T'challa and Shuri.

“Why isn’t Bucky going? He’s not afraid to fly with me is he?” You wave back to them while Steve settled in. The last time you and Bucky were on the jet together, you had just tried to kill him thanks to Dr. Schmidt.

“No, he opted out of the trip, in case anything were to happen while we’re away.” Steve says “Buck doesn’t go on missions anymore. Not even small ones. Doesn’t want to risk- relapse.”

“Oh.. is he gonna be fine while we’re gone? I’d hate taking all of you away from each.” Tony was the first person to pop up in your mind, you promised to check in with him, told him he wouldn’t lose anymore family.

“Yeah, he knows we can’t stay too long to begin with, but it anything happens T'challa will get in contact with us.” Steve flipped a few switches on the console before the jet lifted off the landing pad on the ground

“So Rayna, how are we gonna find your grandfather?” Nat asks you once you’re out of Wakanda’s barrier

“I could ask Heimdall, he might know where my grandfather is, he sees all.”

“What do you mean?” Sam’s eyebrow lifted

“Heimdall was the bifrost keeper, until Loki falsely charged him for treason. He has the gift of sight, if he wishes to see you then he will be able to find you anywhere you are.” You explained

“Loki? I thought he was dead.”

“So did I, Thor still believes he’s gone.”

“When was the last time you spoke with Thor?” Steve was the one to ask this question

“Four months? Maybe five. He continued his search for the stones, he believes I’m still on Asgard.”

“Why didn’t you go to find him? Instead of come back here. I mean, if it were me I’d look for the person who could help the most.” Sam suggested

“The world may be small but the universe is infinite. Finding my father is like searching for an empty chamber during Ostara.” You laughed at your joke, the others looked around, confused “It’s…. Nevermind.”

You folded your legs into lotus position, and closed your eyes. “Heimdall, give me sight.”

You were by a creek this time, not too far from the marketplace in Asgard but still far enough so no one could see you. A light splashing drew in your attention, behind you Heimdall was kneeling by the creek, cleaning his face.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.” You tell him

“No apologies necessary Princess. Just glad you didn’t call an half hour prior, I was bathing.” He chuckled “You wish for new information?”

“Yes, I need help finding Odin. I know he’s in Norway, but I don’t know where exactly.”

“Unfortunately I am unable to locate him.”

“How is that possible?”

“Without the bifrost, I can only see so far. My powers are limited, and I will need them in the future.” He rose to his feet and began to stroll upstream, you followed

“But then how will I find him?”

“Magic, you did learn tracking spells during your time here correct?”

“Yes, but how will I be able to reach you? What if you need me? Or if my father is in trouble?”

“You are in tuned with every soul you meet, as Goddess of life and light you will feel if your loved ones are in danger.” He stared off to the distance “I must leave, use what you have learned Princess.” He paused “And I must apologize once more, for my wrongdoings against you.”

“There’s no need to apologize to me Heimdall. I have forgiven you.”

He nods solemnly “You really do look like your mother. Norns rest her soul. It has been an honor knowing you Rayna.”

“You speak as if this is the last time we’ll see each other.” He didn’t respond, only gave you a light hearted smile “Heimdall?”

You blinked and you were back on the jet. Steve was the first to speak, seeing the concerned look in your eyes.

“Did he tell you where Odin is?”

“No, he couldn’t. Without the bifrost his powers are getting weaker. But he said I should be able to find him on my own.”

“What’s wrong Ray?” Natasha asked when she saw your face

“I think that was the last time I was going to speak with him.” You wiped away the forming tear “I think someone found him.”

“I’m sorry Doll.” Steve reached over to hold your hand

“He was my last chance to find Thor, and protect my family. Last chance to return to Asgard.” You took a shaky breath, Sam was looking over the jet, his own paranoia setting in place. You felt his anxiety “I’m good Sam, just processing. The closer we get to Norway the easier it’ll be for me to find Odin. Maybe he can help me fix this.”

“I’m sure he can.” Natasha gave your shoulder a squeeze “Now about this giant python that nearly killed you.”

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[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ ２３ － Ｑｕａｌｉｔｙ Ｔｉｍｅ

－ A King's Wish - T'Challa Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther

－ In which during a tumultuous time during T'Challa's duties with the Avengers in America, he pays a visit to a certain someone ro calm his mind.

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A King should never get too comfortable in his position - and if he is, then he shouldn’t be king. It was one of the many morals instilled upon T’Challa as crowned prince to the Wakandan throne. He knows he’s got a lot to risk for himself, for his people, and unfortunately he doesn’t have the ability to allow himself to get too comfortable. Though, just because he’s King of arguably the most powerful nation on earth, doesn’t mean he’s absolved from having guilty pleasures.

And it just so happens that he’s on his way to visit said guilty pleasure right now.

He has to keep a low profile, though. More than raised eyebrows would occur if people saw a member of the Wakandan royal family casually strolling into a college campus, accompanied by brightly colored warrior women trained to kill. So he dawns much more casual, American clothing, and so do the two members of the KingsGuard accompanying him, because of course, he couldn’t come completely alone.

With so much happening the past few months, all T’Challa truly wants is to be in your arms. To remember how they feel around him, to cement your kisses into his skin so that they never disappear again. It’s wishful thinking, he knows it is; there’s only so much time the two of you will have together, but he doesn’t like to think about that. Instead, he chooses to relish in the present, and perhaps, speak on what future instances would look like.

He remembers the day the two of you first met. Being introduced to each other by his friend who taught the graduate level african history class you were enrolled in, the professor relayed your expressed interest in Wakanda and the desire to study the history of the nation on a deeper level. While he could not grant you access inside the tightly secured country for reasons, T’Challa was more than willing to oblige in your questions to assist in your research. Little did he know that the mere prospect of assisting you in your extended project would lead to something much more deeper.

It was a breath of fresh air for the royal, a change of pace from his constant need to save face. You didn’t treat him like a King - which, granted, he had to get used to - but rather an average scholar you were bouncing ideas off of. While most of his life he has been molded to be a pillar of sovereignty, with you, T’Challa was able to have some semblance of normalcy in his life. Something he didn’t know he craved so carnally until he met you.

He sighs as his fist raps at your door, his body already buzzing with excitement at the idea of seeing you again after a long time being apart. You open it, and T’Challa’s lips immediately crack into a smile.

“Now, I remember telling you to let me know when you’re coming by,” you say in a voice akin to disbelief, standing in the doorway of your apartment that resides close to campus, “y’know, instead of knocking on my door like you’re the police or somethin’?”

“Can you blame me?” T’Challa retorts, “I was in a rush.”

Well, there’s little you can do about the King who seemingly lost his manners, besides welcome him into your home - and your heart - for the night.

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[lady-olive-oil]

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.

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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

[chronicowboy]

Shuri: people say I can't do what I love without royal blood

Shuri: I don't need no crown to be a clothing hanger

Shuri:

T'challa: why are you doing this?

#marvel #mcu #funny memes #dank memes #shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #avengers as vines #vines #shuri vines #tchalla #king tchalla #he is so done with this gen z shit #shuri x reader #tchalla x reader #tchalla x you

[captainsaveasmut]

Tease Me (III)

Pairing  》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I] [Part II]

"That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

He loosens his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes shift back and forth between his eyes and his thick print that is protruding through his tribal pants. Once he loosens them, he glances at his print and looks back at you, raising his eyebrow. A bluff gesture to see if you were up for the challenge or a signal for you to get to work. You kneel on the ground, smirking; mouth level to his crotch. Your eyes plead for him to remove his pants and underwear for you since your wrists were still bonded together by his tie. He happily complies, slowly pulling them down until his dick sprung free from its confines. Your throne, your scepter stood at attention for you. Its tall, girthy member made your mouth water and you wasted no time taking him down your throat.

His grunts and groans fill the dining room as you work your mouth up and down his shaft. You would’ve appreciated if you could use your hands to work the base of his dick while your mouth focused on his sensitive tip, but the "handcuffs" prevents you from doing such, so you just suck his dick halfway, slowly making your way to his base. T'Challa, however, had other plans. He grabs a fist full of your natural hair and plunges his dick down your throat; fucking your mouth vigorously. Your eyes water and saliva spill from the corners of your mouth, like a waterfall, as you gag on his full length. T'Challa was being more aggressive than usual but, mama didn't raise no bitch. You composed yourself and took him like a champ until he was spilling his seed down your throat. "Swallow it. All of it."

You obey his command (for once) and down his cum, opening your mouth afterward to reveal its emptiness. T'Challa gives you a pleasing smile and helps pick you up off of your knees. He takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. Your natural instinct is to wrap your hands around his neck but that damn tie held your wrists hostage. He releases his lips from yours and stares at you, smirking. "My dear you are a mess..." It's true. You looked busted. Your coily hair was frizzy and all over the place, the light makeup you put on for the brunch was blotchy and smudged, your eyes were watery, and a thin coat of saliva and cum remained on your chin. But to T'Challa you were still undeniably beautiful. "...too bad I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he swiftly turns you around and pushes you down onto the dining table. He kicks your legs apart and rubs his wet tip in-between your folds. "You've been very disobedient today, my queen. I never knew I could elicit such explicit behavior out of you. Not to mention in a public setting. We could've been caught, but that didn't matter to you, eh?" You sigh in response, wanting him to insert himself inside of you. You move your hips against him, craving more friction but T'Challa smacks your ass hard and grips your hips, keeping you still. "Ah-ah-ah. You've had your fun. It's time for the king to be in control."

He teases you by stretching your opening with his tip, then slowly inserts himself in you, making you feel every inch of him slide inside your wet hole. He filled you so deliciously. Your slick walls automatically grip his dick, eliciting low moans from the both of you. T'Challa slowly strokes you, making sure you felt every bit of him, then he began to quicken his pace. He tightens his grip on your hips as he began to thrust into you. "I know you love it when I am rough with you entle. Do you love it? Do you love it when your king shows you no mercy eh?" You answer in vocal moans that spilled from your lips like water.

With one hand he grab a headful of your hair and pulls you up from the table, while the other hand wraps around your waist, keeping you steady. You pull at the tie wrapped around your wrist in desperate need to hold something. He was so deep inside you; his tip grazing your G-spot with every thrust. It felt so fucking good; it was sinful. You felt your pussy constrict around him and your legs weaken as your orgasm neared (and the heels you were wearing didn't seem to help your balance).

"T-T'Challa, I'm about to cummm!" "I don't think you deserve to cum yet. Hold it."

But it was already too late. T'Challa's final thrusts before slowing down were enough for you to come undone. You moan out in ecstasy as the warm, leg-weakening sensation radiates all over your body. Your legs slightly shake as you come down from your high. "I see you still don't know how to follow simple instructions..." T'Challa whispers as his lips lightly dance over the nape of your neck. He roughly slaps your ass as punishment then removes his (still hard) dick out of you and slid it in between your slick folds, rubbing it against your sensitive bud. While he teases you, he undid the tie, freeing your red, swollen wrists from the confines of the cloth. “Turn around." You did what you were told and T'Challa sits you on top of the table.

You lay back as T'Challa takes one of your legs and put it on his shoulders, leaving the other spread open on the tabletop. He grabs his dick and teases your clit again with his tip before slipping it back into you. Your back slightly arches off of the table as he entered you, already building up a fast pace. "You are going to learn to stop being so disobedient, even if it takes all day. I'm King T'Challa for Bast's sake! I can handle it, but I don't think you can. Can my Queen's pretty pussy handle the Black Panther? Tell me you can handle it Yn... tell me." Ever since you introduced T'Challa to American ebony porn, he's been picking up on the male dirty talk and you LOVED it! "FUCK!"

Uncontrollable profanities fly out of your mouth as T'Challa fucks you like the Black Panther he is. You grip his forearm and arch your back off of the table as he thrust deeper into your passion. The sound of moaning, groaning, slapping, and gushing filled the dining room. You were sure a passing pedestrian would hear the naughty shenanigans going on behind the grand doors. Your second orgasm was close to making an appearance and T'Challa's wasn't too far behind. "I'm about to cu-umm..." T'Challa begins to rub on your clit; quicken your orgasm. "Cum for me entle. Let it go." After T'Challa gave you permission, your orgasm came in like a flood and all you could do was ride the wave.

Your body shakes and bucks from the overstimulation as you cum. The constriction of your pussy was enough to send T'Challa over the edge, having him quickly pull out and spill his seed all over your breasts and stomach. You both remain in your positions, trying to catch a breath. T'Challa takes his tie and cleans the cum off of your body."Mmm... my love, if I knew we were going to get this nasty I would've been disobedient a long time ago." T'Challa chuckles at your teasing as he helps you off of the table; handing you all of your clothing. 

"Mhm. You are just lucky you did not get us caught."

"We didn't need to get caught. We pretty much told the entire kingdom what we were doing", you smirk.

"Perhaps we did. They should be thankful. At least they know we are striving for an heir." You shake your head at him as you walk out of the dining room, hand in hand with your husband, your King.

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ERIK KILLMONGER X BLACK!READER: IMAGINE BASED ON THE PURGE/DON’T GET ANY CLOSER

• Summary: Jasmine (reader) and her mother prepare for the United States most treacherous and deadly event of the year. Jasmine gets a visit from the person she broke up with days ago: her obsessive ex, Erik Killmonger.

“You forgot the mayonnaise, didn’t you?” Jasmine deletes all the messages that her ex-boyfriend was sending, out of her phone. She massages her temples frustratingly and takes a deep breath. “Mom, please don’t make me go to the store-“

“Do me a favor and go get the mayonnaise? You know your big head ass daddy loves mayo on his sandwiches. Go on and take the car, just be back before eight: Jasmine I’m serious.” Her mother stops what she’s doing and comes from around the island, the look on her face was stern. Jasmine nods her head and snatches the car keys off the counter. “Listen to me, if you see him ignore his ass. You hear me?”

“Don’t worry, I have my pepper spray.” The sun was setting in the sky as Jasmine drives down the street, she glances at the clouds and the pockets of pink and orange hidden between them. The digital holographic clock that reflects above the buildings of the city reads 7:35PM. The streets were halfway empty, and the airplanes were making their last trips.

Jasmine makes her way into the small store, the fans blowing inside misplace her curls: and the mid-shirt she was wearing wavers back and forth. After grabbing the mayonnaise, she sits the jar on the counter and pulls out a crisp five dollar bill. “Are they still coming?”

“Yeah, they’ve been waiting by the bridge all day. I’m going to go ahead and let you take that mayo home for free.” Jasmine thanks him a million times before walking out the store, she swings the bag back and forth in her hand. Fear overtakes her whole being as she spots her ex, she halts in her steps. Erik was leaning on her car, his dreads were braided back and he was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt that was soaked against his muscles and the scars on his chest.

A group of men were riding around in circles on motorcycles, they all had on spine-chilling masks. Her ex, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens: he was no stranger to her family. Problems started arising when her parents found out they were sneaking out every night together, he even had the audacity to cuss out her dad for not letting him see Jasmine. Shit hit the fan after she broke up with him, he was calm at first. But, she didn’t realize that his behavior was the calm before the storm.

Her eyes travel down to his hands, Erik was holding a bouquet of flowers. But, it wasn’t just any type of flowers. It was her favorite type of flowers, his mouth was moving as if he was practicing the words he was going to say to her. Erik turns towards her and smiles, Jasmine switches around and begins to walk the other way.

Erik gets on a motorcycle and rides over to her, she flinches as he gets off and pushes the vehicle on the ground. He stands in front of Jasmine, his hand reaches out to touch her cheek but she moves away. “Don’t get any closer.”

“So you scared of me now? You didn’t answer my calls or text. Wassup with that?”

“Scared of you? Erik you came to my job and trashed the place because you saw me with another guy, after we broke up. You quit my job for me because you didn’t want me to clean up the fucking mess. Hell yeah im scared of you and your unpredictable ass. Why are you even here? I need to get home before this shit starts.”

“Imma get the money for us tonight, we gonna leave this city by the morning. This is what you always wanted right? To runaway with me, shit that’s what I want with you.” She was still in love with him, she always was. Her parents just made her abandon their relationship because he wasn’t a ‘suitable’ partner.

She realizes that It had began raining while she was inside the store, Jasmine takes a deep breath and starts to walk to her car again. She quickly gets out the keys and glances at the clock at the heart of the city, 7:45PM. Erik follows after her and digs a necklace out of his pocket, he twirls it around his finger and bites the corner of his bottom lip. “I don’t have time for this.”

“But you had time for those other niggas after we broke up?” She throws the bag into the backseat and closes the door, Jasmine was about to open the driver’s side until Erik seizes her upper arm. “I got you something, the necklace you always wanted.” She looks into his eyes as he places it around her neck, Jasmine grabs ahold of his wrists: her body freezes up as his fingers brush against her skin. She could see that spark of hope that lit up in his eyes, in fact, he leans in closer thinking that she wanted to kiss him.

“I have to get home, goodbye Erik.”

“Nah forget that. I know you miss me and all the shit we used to do together, all the love we used to make. Ain’t no other nigga fucking you but me, I’m the only one that does it just how you like it. Baby does your mom know I hit that pussy all through her damn house.. I can still hear you.” His breathing had picked up and his voice was tempting, Erik places his forehead against hers and closes his eyes.

“I don’t need you.” His lips travel across her cheek, Erik places his hands on the sides of her neck. Jasmine’s mouth was ajar as she watches him bite his bottom lip, she could see one of his golds. He presses his body harder into hers, she whimpers and reaches for her phone. Erik knocks it out her hand, the device lands on the ground and she curses.

“You got me feeling some type of way right now, you’re wearing my favorite outfit.” She was wearing her school uniform, the only part she knew he liked was her skirt. “Remember when I used to sneak over and rip this shit right off your body, I had to cover your mouth so your mom wouldn’t hear.” His hand moved up her thigh, she slapped it away but he put it right back. “If I was lucky... you wouldn’t have any panties on.”

Erik ascends his hand further up her thigh, he groans when he feels her wetness coat his fingers. Jasmine moans, he lifts her leg up against his torso: her arm wraps around his neck as his fingers massage back and forth on her clit. With each moan she became louder, gripping and pulling at his shirt, he would press his lips on hers and they would share a deep and concupiscence kiss. “Say my name baby... I love you so much, fuck.”

He breathes heavily on her cheek, her head was tilted up to the sky but, he grabs her chin to make her look straight at him. “Look at me and say that shit...say it.” Her phone begins ringing, she wanted to push him away so she could answer the call but she needed this high to be reached. Her hands run up his arms as her mouth opens and her eyes roll, she gives in to him, his name flows from her mouth shamefully as she cums onto his fingers.

“Erik! Erik I love you too... oh shit I have to go.” She finally has the courage to shove him away, his erection was pushing on the front of his pants. “7:53, oh my god I have to go.” Jasmine rushes to her car door but Erik pulls her back again. “This really isn’t the time right now nigga, do you realize what’s going to happen in a couple minutes?”

“Yeah, I'm participating. It’s the only way we gonna get out of this place. Come with me. We can talk about getting this relationship back, I miss you... so much.” Jasmine picks up her phone and pushes him on his chest. “Can we just fucking talk about this? You didn’t give me a chance to explain myself, you just left. You know how much I hate that shit, a lot of people abandoned me in my life and now you. Somebody I still fucking love and adore.”

“Have a good night.” Jasmine gets into the car, she locks the doors because she knew he would try to get in. She pulls out the parking space, and he proceeds to throw the flowers at the back window. “Asshole.” Erik takes out his gun and aims it at the back tire, he shoots and Jasmine’s car swerves out of control. She shoves her foot into the brake and breathes heavily, her head ducks down when she hears another gunshot. “Motherfucker are you crazy?”

Jasmine hops out her car and grabs the grocery bag from the back. “We not done talking! I’m crazy for you baby.” Her phone rings once again, she couldn’t even answer it because now she had no way to get home. But she did have one choice: run. “You ain’t gon make it baby! Let me take you home.” She ignores him and bolts out the parking lot.

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