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T’Challa x Reader

Summary – Since you and T’Challa have been together, all he’s ever talked about is Wakanda, and now he’s finally bringing you home with him.  For two amazing weeks, you get to explore a country, that up until a few years ago, the world never even knew existed.

Warnings – Fluff…probably a curse word or two

Word Count – 9.4K

Notes: Parts 1 - 9 of 9

**Updated December 29, 2019**



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Moments — Ficlet

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader x Children.

Warnings: none.

Requested by Anonymous: “Request for T’Challa x reader x children. Having to have the children understand their fathers important role within Wakanda as because he is king/ black panther sometimes his missions make him miss important moments. Please & thank you.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3


The children were tired. They were tired, sad and angry. You always knew their father’s occasional absence was bothering them a bit, but it was recently that they let everything out.

Amina’s ballet performance was planned for the next evening. Your daughter was as excited as she could be, curls bouncing in sync with her tiny jumps and smile so bright that it lit up every room she was in. She’d spent the whole day rehearsing to herself - in her bedroom, in the kitchen while you were cooking, even in the garden. She knew everything by heart and executed each movement gracefully. You and T'Challa were extremely proud of her.

It was dinner. T'Challa had missed the first course because of a late meeting, but he was here now. He entered the dining room, kissed you, Amina and your son Dalil, before settling in his seat with a sigh. Crinkles were set between his brows, sign that he was worn out by his long days and even longer meetings and missions.

“Baba, I have something for you!” Amina jumped off her seat, ran to the console in a corner of the room, and slapped three golden tickets next to her father’s plate. “Your tickets for my performance arrived today,” she explained, settling back into her seat. “I don’t know why it took that much time though. But they’re here! And you’ll be there too.”

T'Challa gave you a sad look, which you returned. You knew he had plans tomorrow. It was a world leader summit, or something like that. With Wakanda being the most advanced country in the world, he had to be there.

“… Right, Baba?” Amina added after her father’s lack of response, her big brown eyes filled with hope.

Her father let out a sigh, that was all it took for Dalil to slam his fork against the table.

“Seriously?!” he said, voice loud.

“Dalil,” you warned. “Your voice.”

“No, Mama. He always does this! You know this is her first real ballet performance, don’t you?!”

“Son, I do. But I cannot be there, not this time,” T'Challa’s voice was calm, which angered the twelve year old even more.

“You’re never here.”

The words came out in a whisper, and all eyes turned to Amina, her own filled with tears. The sight made T'Challa’s heart ache, chest heavy.

“You weren’t here for Dalil’s thing at the science fair. You weren’t there when Mama won her prize last week. And now you won’t be here for my dance.”

She set her tablecloth on the wooden table, then rose from her seat, leaving the room. Her brother did the same a few seconds later, making sure to keep his tears at bay.

You watched as T'Challa’s shoulders deflated, as he propped his elbows on the table and ran his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry I missed the ceremony.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your water.

“No. It’s not.”

“T'Challa, I said it’s okay. You have responsibilities,” you took one of his hands in yours, squeezing it. “The kids… I’ve tried to explain it to them, but… you should talk to them.”

“I should have talked to them a long time ago. Now they’ve had enough, they won’t listen to me.”

“They will. They will listen because you are their father, and they love you. They’re angry now, but deep down they just want to understand. But, my love,” one of your hands went up to lightly stroke the nape of his neck. “If you don’t talk to them now, they will start to stray away from you.”

Your husband stayed silent for a few moments, letting your words sink into his mind.

“You know I thank Bast everyday for you? You always find the right words, sithandwa sam.”

Taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, he brought your face closer to his to kiss you. As much as you loved T'Challa, you couldn’t deny that his missions as Black Panther and responsibilities as King made you miss him a lot. So you savoured every kiss, and every touch he would give you.

Later, after the children had taken a bath, while they were hanging out in Dalil’s room, you and T'Challa went to find them. Amina was laying on her brother’s bed, a colouring book in front of her, while her brother was sitting on the floor, eyes glued to the TV.

“I think it is time we have a little chat, hm?” T’Challa pulled Dalil’s desk chair next to the bed and sat on it.

You stayed in a corner of the room, arms crossed as you watched your husband talk to your children. With a sigh, Dalil paused his game, and Amina closed her book.

“I’m sorry, bamntwana. I know sometimes I’m not here for a long time, and I miss important moments and milestones. I know it saddens you, and believe me, it saddens me too when I don’t get to celebrate with you. But as you know, I wear two very important mantles—“

“—King and Black Panther, we know,” Dalil said.

You bit your tongue, trying not to scold your son for interrupting his father. This wasn’t your moment, it was between them.

“Yes. And with those come great responsibilities that I cannot ignore, even if that means I have to miss performances and great prizes. But, listen to me carefully — it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You are my children. I am extremely proud of you and I love you with every cell of my being.”

Amina was the first to throw herself at her father’s neck, telling him how much she loved him and that she understood.

“I’m sorry too, Baba,” Dalil mumbled. “I’m sorry I yelled earlier.”

“Come, my son,” T’Challa extended his other arm.

“I love you, Baba,” your son sniffled.

Right then and there, as you looked at them, you were pretty sure that your heart was going to explode with love. You truly were blessed to have such a wonderful, healthy family.

“Mama, come!” Amina’s little voice called out to you. “The family hug is not complete without you!”

Yes. Blessed.

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yoooo there was a fic in progress about tchalla and an OC. OC works at the outreach centre and has an on again off again boyfriend who aint shit lol. Tchalla comes to the center to inspect, meets the OC, asks her out to dinner. she finally breaks up with her bf for good. there are a bunch of bdsm themes tho, like she keeps calling tchalla sir and he basically implies he's kind of feeling her out to see if shes into that. idk if this is enough detail. do you know which fic i mean?

I sure do know which fic you mean!! It’s called Learn Ya by @wakandaforeverwrites😘

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Part 1

By the time you reached the battle, it was in full force and you had lost sight of T’Challa; or, at least who you thought was T’Challa.  Warriors were fighting viciously, attacking each other as if they weren’t of the same people, and as if they hadn’t known each other for most of their lives.  It stung your heart and reminded you too much of the war your own team had just endured.  You couldn’t turn your eyes away, and your heart refused to allow your feet to move in any other direction than toward the chaos.  Their pain was palpable, as yours had been when your family shattered, and you couldn’t stand by silently as a mere witness to the massacre.

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prompt ↬ t’challa comes home from a long day.

warnings ↬ smut!! unprotected sex, rough sex uwu, creampie, sorry if this is shitty i wrote it on my computer!!

a/n ↬ merry christmas 🤪


A mission that he expected to last an hour or two, lasted three days. Three days of trying to catch three people, of barely any sleep, food or water, of barely any you.

To say he was in mild irritation was an understatement.

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Have Your Cake and Eat It Too

Do you guys know how long it takes to go through over 3,000 of your posts? 2 hours!! Gotdamn!!! I was trying to find the teaser/summary I did for “Have Your Cake and Eat It Too” an original fanfic I began with M’Baku X OC Black Reader X T’Challa.

For the life of me I cannot find it and I LOOKED. Now I am doubting if I posted it all or am I losing my mind. (Probably losing my mind) So I will post the teaser/summary again along with a MoodBoard I was inspired to do.


So I’ve planned out this fic for the last 2 weeks and have been jotting down some material and normally I like to put stuff out when I have 3-4 parts already written so I’m ahead by 1 or 2 when I post, but I really like this idea and wanna just get it out because I love this idea so much and am excited about it.

This fic will be a series, I’m not exactly sure how long yet. I do know that there will be some references to the original Black Panther movie and characters, in this fic Erik is not redeemed but he is not dead. He is not mentioned much in the beginning but speckled through out. In this fic T’Challa is the king and Black Panther. He has opened Wakanda to the world.

There will be a few different topics that are going to be covered in this fic as well as some new ideas that I want to incorporate that were not expressed as Wakandan. Flow with me on it.

Title: Have your Cake and Eat it Too

Warning: Smut, Angst, slow burn, fluff,


You and T’Challa have been marred for 2 years but have been together for 3 years. Together you rule Wakanda as King and Queen. You are so in love with your husband, and could not be happier together. Your relationship is great and T’Challa feels the same way.

After opening the borders of Wakanda things picked up for the once peaceful, leisurely moving country. There was a lot more business that needed tending to which meant your husband, the King was often gone.

In his absence the king decreed that Lord M’Baku would help the queen rule and tend to Wakanda since their relationship has since been mended. The hatchet was buried. You were thrilled you’d always liked M’Baku and the Jabari, he was wise and always treated you kindly.

There is a risk when a wife is left alone for too long. Loneliness. What happens when T’Challa’s absence makes the heart fonder but also opens up the heart to loneliness?

What do yall think? Interested?


I will post info in a few days/weeks regarding characters/names. (Haven’t narrowed it out yet)

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Learn Ya || Chapter 2

Tag List: @deliciousstreetkidcroissant @rose-bliss @theunsweetenedtruth @cancerianprincess @wakanda-inspired @aykanna @supersizemeplz@ayellepea @Ijstraightnochaser @chaneajoyyy @vanitykocaine @blowmymbackout @slimmiyagi @kissmyafropuff @beautifulqueenflaws

Chapter 1

Warnings: None other than this another long chapter

Amaya spent most of her night tossing and turning with little sleep to follow all because of one person: T’Challa. Getting him off her mind proved harder than she had anticipated, taking away her night of restful sleep. So it was no surprise that she was on her third cup of coffee by the time that lunch rolled around. She had bags under her eyes that even her thick, full coverage concealer couldn’t mask. The coffee wasn’t doing anything but give her the jitters while making her stomach hurt. She was irritable and there was no sign of her temperament improving. She was just glad that Charlie wasn’t there to talk her ear off like she had been yesterday when she came back from the break room.

For the rest of her shift, Charlie bombarded her with questions, making Amaya go through every detail of her encounter with T’Challa. She wouldn’t let her leave out even the smallest moment. Charlie was damn near squealing when she went over the way he kissed her hand. She was so excited, probably more excited than Amaya herself. She swore up and down that he had been flirting with her heavily but Amaya wasn’t convinced. In her mind he was probably just being nice. He was too far out of her league.

She really needed to stop thinking about him. She had only talked to him once and yet he was on her mind far too much. It was ridiculous. She needed to get a grip. She was acting like some little kid who was getting all starry eyed over her first crush. She was a grown ass woman who wasn’t going to keep acting like this over some man. Albeit the sexiest man she had probably encountered in her life.

She tried to push back the thoughts of the way he licked his lips and the things it did to her when he did, but it wasn’t easy. She shifted in her seat, the urge to bang her head against the desk was strong. Instead, she decided to use food to distract herself. The plastic to the bag of Hot Cheetos rattled loudly as she opened it, but no one even batted an eyelash in her direction. There was no rule against eating at the desk so she always took full advantage of it.

She leaned back in her chair and flipped through the book in her lap. Her school had sent out an email to all the incoming first year law students with a list of recommended reading to do over the summer. It wasn’t mandatory but it was heavily implied that students who did the reading were more likely to make it through the first year and less likely to drop out. Basically it was either devote the summer to doing the boring reading and be a little less stressed out during the school year or have a lit summer but have a nervous breakdown by midterms. Amaya decided on the former.

But as she had to go back and reread the same paragraph for the fifth time because she had no idea what the hell she had just read, she started to question just how invested she really was in being a lawyer. Here she was, in the prime of her young adult life and should be out there going to parties and living her best life, but law school was sucking up the majority of her free time and class hadn’t even started yet. She could only imagine where she would be five or so years from now. She’d probably have a few cats by then because she’d be too busy to have any relationship outside of the ones with family.

Someone cleared their throat, breaking her train of thought but not enough to have her look up to see who it was. “Welcome to The Wakandan International Outreach Centre. Directories and maps are located by the front entrance if you are lost.” Her voice came out clipped, mostly because they had interrupted the bite she was getting ready to take and she had to flick the Cheeto back into the bag so she didn’t appear to be completely rude. They cleared their throat again, a little louder this time. She slammed her book closed with far more force than was needed, huffing and biting back the urge to cuss out whoever it was. “How can I help you?”

She all but threw her book down on the desk and looked up. Her anger disappeared and her eyes went wide when she found T’Challa standing there with his brows raised.

“T’Challa…I mean Sir… I mean what are you doing here?” She sat up a little straighter in her chair, finding a napkin to wipe the red dust from her fingers.

“Are you usually this,” he hesitated for a second, rolling his lips together, “Blunt with guests?”

“No, not usually. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” She rubbed her hands against the rough material of her jeans.

“Perhaps your mood would improve if you were to eat food with actual nutritional value.” He tilted his head over the desk a little with his eyes on the half eaten bag of hot chips. “Those things will kill you.”

She rolled her eyes as she rolled the bag up and tucked it back into her bag. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” The words came out before she even knew what she was saying. Her only saving grace was that she mumbled them more to herself and she could only hope that the way he raised his brow was more about her muttering under her breath than her actual words. “So, what exactly are you doing here? You don’t usually have two visits in a row. Not that I know your schedule or anything.”

“I decided that a second look at things was needed.” It wasn’t so much what he said. It was more the way that he said it. There was a heavy implication in his words that was hard for her ignore.

“And are you finding everything to your liking so far?” He leaned against the desk and she watched the way his arms flexed beneath the sleeves of his suit jacket. She knew she was finding everything to her liking.

“For the most part, yes.” He nodded his head once.

“Is there something I can do to make your visit more pleasurable?” She pressed her lips together before she said anything. Her hormones were getting the better of her.

“Pleasurable?” A slow smile spread across his lips and she stared at them for a few seconds too long to be considered polite.

“That came out wrong. What I meant to ask was there anything I could do to make your visit more productive.” Despite wanting to sink into the floor because she had once again embarrassed herself and gotten flustered around him, she didn’t look away.

“Has your mood improved so much that now you would like to be helpful?” She was taken aback a little at how blunt he was being but the subtle twitch as the corner of his delicious looking mouth gave her reason to think he was joking.

“Maybe I just needed the right company to put me in a better mood, Sir.” She licked her lips slowly as she shucked off her jacket. The otherwise usually cool building suddenly felt all too warm.

“I see.” His gaze travelled down to the faint amount of cleavage that was now exposed, but it was so quick that she thought that she might have imagined it. “Do you enjoy my company enough to go to lunch with me?”

His question caught her completely off guard and she was stuck, unsure of what to say. Here she had been thinking he was just being nice to her. Maybe Charlie was right and he had been flirting with her.

“Before I answer that, I have a question I need to ask you.”

“You may ask.” She blinked a few times. Him giving her permission was, for some odd reason, sexy to her. Even if she wasn’t exactly asking.

“Have you been flirting with me?”

“Yes.” His answer was short and sweet and came with no hesitation at all. “And you have reciprocated this. Am I wrong in that assumption.”

“No, Sir. You’re not wrong. I don’t really know too many people that wouldn’t flirt with you.”

“Good. Now that we have gotten that out of the way, lunch?” She had almost gotten about that. She started to grab her things before standing from her chair. “Your jacket?”

“Actually I’m kinda hot.” Standing next to him, she felt a little underdressed. Her basic jeans and yellow crop top didn’t exactly go with his suit. “Do you always wear a suit?”

“There’s a certain image I must maintain being a king and all.” He smiled at her.

“You know, most people don’t exactly wear suits around here. Unless they’re going to court.” Even as they walked, Amaya found it hard to keep her eyes off of him.

He stopped dead in his tracks and she had to double back when she realized she was a few steps ahead of him. He undid the two buttons of his jacket and shrugged it off with more grace than she had seen from a man. With the jacket tucked over his arm, he spoke. “Is that better?”

She vaguely heard him speaking but she couldn’t focus on anything other than the snug fit of his shirt across his board chest. It looked like it was made specifically with him in mind, hugging his body and showing off his well defined arms. She mumbled a ‘fuck’ to herself as she continued to stare. She was damn near in a daze that only his hand waving in front of her face could bring her out of.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” She tore her eyes away from his chest so she could look him in the eye.

“I asked if that was better, but now I’m asking if you’re alright?” His brows sat lower on his face as he furrowed them.

“Yeah, I’m..whew I’m good.” She made the ‘okay’ gesture with her fingers, hoping that her words sounded believable even as she tripped all over them in her attempt to get them out.

He narrowed his eyes and searched her face. She had to do all that she could to keep herself from squirming under his watch. “If you say so.” He didn’t sound all that convinced but he said nothing else as he began to walk again.

They were just about to walk out the door when Amaya remembered that there was no one to cover her at the front desk. “Shit!”

“Are these kinds of outbursts normal for you, Amaya?”

“There’s no one to watch the desk.” She turned to walk back but stopped when she saw one of the guys who was usually tutoring kids sitting in one of the chairs behind the desk.

His hand grazed along her arm for a second. Just long enough to turn her attention back to him. “As you can see, it’s been handled.”

He gestured for her to walk through the door as he held it open for her. She wanted to ask if he had been the one that made sure things were handled but she held her tongue. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to know the answer to that question.

“Have you ever tried the diner down the street? They have really good cheeseburgers if you’re into that sort of thing.” Just thinking about them had her stomach growling.

“If that’s where you would like to go then you should ask.” He looked at her as he took a step closer, and when he did, she didn’t take a step back.

“Okay, then can we eat there?” Her hands went to her hips as she tapped her foot on the ground.

“You’re forgetting something.” She took note of the small way his nostrils flared.

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are, Amaya. Most people say please when there is something that they want.” His voice was low, coming out as nothing more than a rumble.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I don’t say it. Then what happens?” She tilted her head to the side.

“Then I will escort you back to your desk and we will be done here. If you want something, you will ask nicely for it.” She felt each word, the gruff tone in his voice doing something to her that she couldn’t quite explain.

“That’s a little demanding.” She chewed at the inside of her cheek, heat radiating through her body.

“Yes, it is.” He didn’t seem to be the least bit ashamed of it. He blinked and looked at her as if he was waiting for something. Waiting for her to ask nicely as he put it.

She followed her arms across her chest. He was standing so close that she felt him brush against her forearms, but she didn’t back down. She could smell how just how good he smelled. She wanted to let out a swear because if she had one weakness in life, it was a good looking man that smelled even better. She was set in being stubborn, but the longer he stared at her, the less stubborn she began to feel. He held her gaze, silently challenging her in her way that was making her feel even hotter than she had been already.

Finally she rolled her eyes and blowing out a forceful breath through her nose, “Fine. Please?”

“We’ll have to work on your manners at a later date.” His mouth twitched a little. “But for now, we will eat.”

No other words were spoken between the two of them until they were seated in a booth. The smell of greasy food that was completely bad for her had Amaya’s stomach growling and rumbling. She eyed the menu even though she knew exactly what she wanted because she could feel his eyes on her, and after their last staring contest, she wasn’t ready for another one so soon.

“How long have you been working at the centre?” His voice brought her attention from the menu to him. For a second.

“I got an internship for my sophomore year of undergrad and the social justice department seemed like a good fit at the time since I was a poly sci major. I’ve been there ever since.” She stared at the menu intently as if she hadn’t seen it a thousand times before this.

“You say at the time. Is it no longer a good fit for you?” She peeked over the top of the menu to find him staring right back at her.

“No, it still is.” She closed her menu as a waitress came up to their table, greeting them and asking what they would like to order. “I’ll have a cheeseburger and as many fries as you can put on a plate, please.”

The waitress turned to T’Challa, expecting him to order, but he had never looked at the menu. His eyes were still on Amaya. “I’ll have what she’s having. Thank you.” He waited until the waitress disappeared from their table. “So you can say please to her with no questions?”

“She wasn’t nearly as demanding.” She had to press her lips together to keep herself from smiling. She was used to using humor to ease a tense situation and there was always some kind of heavy air, thick with tension, that seemed to fall over the two of them.

“Do you not like someone being demanding?” He leaned forward on the table, his hands underneath his chin.

Feeling just a little bit bolder, she mirrored his actions. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then why all the push back, Amaya?” She really did like the way he said her name. She didn’t know that three little syllables could sound so sexy.

“Keeps things interesting.”

“Or it will land you into trouble.” The gruff tone was back in his voice, making her shift in her seat.

“And what kind of trouble will it land me in if I continue, Sir?” Her eyes searched his face for some sort of hint at what his answer would be.

“Would you like to find out?” She could see something stir behind his dark eyes.

She wanted to blurt out that she most definitely wanted to find out. She was seconds away from doing so when she remembered that she barely knew this man and here she was flirting so openly with him. She needed to control over herself. She never acted like this. She could only assume the cause of this sudden change in her was the man sitting across from her. She didn’t know how to explain it. The words were lost on her, but there something about him. It was still no excuse. Regardless of how comfortable she may have felt, he was still practically a stranger to her.

“So what’s it like to be a king?” She cleared her throat, slowly leaning back in her seat and trying to place some distance between him and herself.

He sat there in complete silence for a few seconds before he let out a loud laugh. She couldn’t help but smile as he laughed. He did so so openly, his smile taking over his entire face. She found herself liking the sight probably more than she should. There was no denying that she was attracted to him, but she knew acting on that attraction would be a bad idea.

“Is that really what you want to know?” He asked her when finally stop laughing.

“Actually, yeah. I really want to know. I’m curious about Wakanda….and you.” The look that crossed his face at her words was almost one of surprise. She wanted to ask if people didn’t ask about him on a personal level often but she never got the chance.

“Amaya? Girl, I thought that was you.” Her shrill voice was like nails on a chalkboard and she wore a shit eating grin with Amaya looked at her. In her rush to her food, she had forgotten the bitch worked here.

“What do you want, Cherise?” Her hands clenched around the edge of the table to keep from rocking her jaw. She wasn’t pregnant anymore and Amaya had been waiting for the day she got to beat her ass, but in front of T’Challa wasn’t the place or the time.

“I just wanted to come say hi. Does Rod know you’re here?” Her eyes fell on T’Challa and her smile got even bigger. “I’m going to assume that he doesn’t. I’m Cherise. Who are you?” He only looked at her, an unimpressed look on his face.

“I suggest you move along before I forget you have kids at home.” Her jaw clenched. Her patience was wearing thin.

“Rod’s kids you mean? I’ll make sure to tell him you said hey when he comes by tonight.” Cherise was only saved when she walked away from the table because Amaya was seconds away from grabbing a fistful of her long braids and dragging her up and down the diner, wiping the floor with her fake ass.

“Was that a friend of yours?”

“How exactly do you think I treat my friends?” The anger hadn’t exactly subsided and when she looked at him, she did so with a glare.

“Very well,” he paused for a moment. “And who is Rod?”

Up until that point, she had forgotten all about Rod. He had been the furthest thing from her mind. Hearing his name, brought everything back into startling clarity. She was cheating. She tapped her fingers against the top of the table, trying to find the words, but the words found her instead as she blurted out, “My boyfriend.”

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Learn Ya || Chapter 1

This wasn’t supposed to come out for another week or so, but the response was incredible and I can’t leave you guys hanging off that rude little teaser. Y’all wanted Daddy Dom Challa and y’all are gonna get him!

Warnings: Proofreading? Yeah, I barely know that bitch. This shit is kinda long like over 3k words long so my bad.

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Amaya walked through the front doors of the outreach centre as she pushed up the sleeve to her bright yellow bomber jacket. The science and information exchange wasn’t her department, but people still greeted her when she walked in. The centre had been like her second home for the past few years. If she wasn’t in class, she was somewhere in the building. She had been lucky enough to get a job because it was damn near impossible, but there has been a bit of nepotism involved being that her mother was on the architects that worked on the building.

Social justice was her passion and she was grateful to get to work with the amazing people in the department, but not when it was supposed to be her day off. Especially when it was supposed to be her first day off in the last two weeks. She had plans of chilling out on her couch with A Different World playing the background and a mud mask on her face. Maybe she would even do some of the summer reading she had do before her first semester of law school started. The world had different plans in mind for her.

She had been called in because apparently the owner was coming in to check and make sure things were running smoothly so it needed to be all hands on deck. She understood but she didn’t care. She didn’t appreciate having her day off interrupted.

“Hey, they called you in too?” Charlie looked up from the computer and gave Amaya a sympathetic smile.

She dropped her bag on the floor behind her desk and took her seat at the other computer. “They don’t seem to understand the need for a day off. I was already here all last week and the week before that. I swear they’re doing this cause they know I’m on summer break.”

“You know this is just because the owner is coming in. They need to look like they have their shit together.” Amaya rolled her eyes. “Have you ever met him?”

“Not me, but my mama met him a few times when they were finalizing the lay out.” She placed her thumb onto the scanner so she could log into the computer system. “She said he was kind of quiet. Didn’t talk much.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“I heard he is….intense. You know he fired Denise the last time he was here because she wasn’t following dress code.” Those words caused Amaya to look down at her own attire; the bright yellow bomber jacket, the short black T-shirt that she was currently using as a dress instead, and the black and yellow Jordan 13s that were on her feet. She frowned. None of it was in dress code, but it was what they were going to get for calling her in on her day off.

“So what you’re saying is that I should probably avoid him?”

“Yeah, that would probably be for the best. You don’t wanna give his stuffy ass a heart attack with them legs all out.” Charlie joked with a soft laugh as Amaya rolled her eyes.

The man was a mystery to most people at the centre.

She knew of him, knowing that he was the king of a small country in Africa and had founded the outreach centre in Oakland, but that was all as far as her knowledge of the man went. He was very rarely ever seen around the centre. He would pop up at random times, most of the time never announcing himself beforehand as if he meant to catch people off guard. With a quick image search, Amaya knew exactly what he looked. Fucking gorgeous. From his smooth skin to those full lips. Not to mention his eyes. She could write an essay on his arms if someone asked her to. She would never admit to anyone that he had starred in her dreams once or twice. She didn’t have crushes, but if she did, he would definitely be one of them.

But hearing that he was firing people for simple infractions had her worried. She rarely ever followed the dress code because all black outfits just weren’t her thing, and since her outfits were always on point and she was hard worker, she was able to get away with it. No one ever said anything to her about it, but she feared that the owner might.

The mornings were usually pretty slow and that allowed Amaya to settle in, getting started on some of her summer reading. Charlie was gracious enough to field phone calls for the both of them so she could get as much of her work done as she could. She chewed on her pen cap, eyes trained on her book, before Charlie nudged her in her side.


“That’s him.” Charlie whispered loudly, nodding her head towards the door.

She looked and tried to keep herself in control. His pictures didn’t do him justice. He was flanked by a bald woman who wore a form fitting red dress and shoes that looked like they could double as a weapon the heels on them were so thin and sharp. His presence was commanding and even if Amaya didn’t know who he was, her eyes would still be on him. His clothes weren’t flashy. A simple black jacket and black slacks weren’t exactly what she would have assumed a king would wear, but the clothes on his body probably cost more than she would make in the next three years.

“God, that man is fine.” Charlie whistled lowly and shook her head.

Amaya wanted to agree, but she was stuck. She couldn’t even nod her head. The only thing she could do was watch him walk across the entrance to the centre, listening to a smaller woman talk animatedly with a hint of a small on his lips.

I like big butts and I can not lie. You other bruthas can’t deny

Her loud ringtone broke through the silence causing her stomach to drop and eyes to fall on her. Normally, she made sure to turn off her ringer because all of her ringtones were less than appropriate for the workplace, but she had been so focused on her rant to Charlie about having to come in that day that she had forgotten. And now the king probably thought she was a freak who liked big asses. With his eyes on her, she wanted to fall through a hole in the floor, but instead, she struggled to find her phone in her mess of a bag. It had fallen out of its usual pocket and sunken into the abyss of Chipotle and In N Out receipts. When she finally found it and came up from underneath the desk, the music had stopped, but his eyes were still on her. She wasn’t going to have to worry about the dress code. She would probably be fired after this.

She swallowed against the lump in her throat and found herself unable to break the eye contact just as much as he seemed unwilling to do so.

Even as he listened to the woman speak, his eyes were on Amaya. Never once wavering or looking off to something else. She could see how people would say that he was intense because his gaze alone almost had her squirming in her chair. Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, she chewed at the corner, telling herself to look away. No matter how much her brain told her to look away, her body didn’t want to listen. Her eyes trailed down his body for a brief moment before looking back to his face where she saw a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. When he was being pulled down a hallway, was he finally forced to look away and she felt like she could finally breathe again.

“What the hell was that all about? I thought you didn’t know him.” Charlie looked Amaya slumped back in her chair, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’ve never met that man before in my life.” She ran her hands over her thighs in an attempt to get rid of the sweat that was coating her palms. She didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with her. She wasn’t the nervous type, but a little contact from that man had her sweating like a whore getting ready to go to confession.

“Well he was looking at like he wanted to get to know you. I say shoot your shot, girl.”

“You do know that’s basically our boss. Plus, I have a man.”

“Does Rod know he’s your man? You might wanna tell him that before he gets another bitch pregnant.”

Amaya pressed her lips together and went back to her book before she said something she knew that she would regret later. Charlie meant well, she was sure of that much, but the sting of her words lingered. She had been talking to and entertaining Rod for the last year and in that time, he has gotten one of his baby mamas pregnant again. Everyone said she was stupid for giving him a second chance. They also said she was stupid for giving him a third chance when he got a different girl pregnant. Her mama told her that was what she got for messing around with a light skin boy who knew he was attractive.

She knew he was no good, but she couldn’t leave him alone. He had his hooks into her deep and just when she thought she was over him, he would come around and flash those dimples and look at her with those big green eyes and she would melt like the idiot she was just for the cycle to continue all over again.

She deserved better but she couldn’t control her heart and what it wanted and right now, it wanted Rod and all of the drama he brought into her life. She sighed softly and closed her book.

“I’m going to get food out the break room. Do you want anything?” Amaya could only hope that the food would make her feel better. Or at the very least, it would give her something else to focus on.

“Bring me back a doughnut if they got it.”

She nodded her head before grabbing her phone and heading to the break room. One of the many perks of this place was the break room was always stocked with food; pastries, sandwiches, snacks, the whole nine yards. There had been plenty of times that she had snuck food out just so she didn’t have to do any grocery shopping. She was a broke student who needed to try to save money where she could and as much time as she spent as this place, she figured it was part of her benefit package. She just knew better than to get caught.

She snagged the last jelly filled doughnut as she checked her phone. The reason for her untimely ringtone was because it was Rod that had called her. He probably wanted to apologize for standing her up the night before. She wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t been with some other bitch. That was usually where he always was when he wasn’t with her.

She leaned against the counter, nibbling at the pastry as she scrolled through her feed on instagram. So many of her girls she had gone to high school were now either married or pregnant. She didn’t care about the pregnancy part, but she couldn’t help but feel the flare of jealousy that there were people her same age getting married and she was stuck on a nigga that couldn’t do right.

“Taking a break?” His voice was a deep timbre with a soothing accent, but it still startled her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“For a man your size, you are pretty light on your feet.” The words came out before she could stop them. As if she hadn’t been embarrassed enough already. “I did not just say that.”

Even his chuckle was sexy, the sound washing over her and causing her to squeeze the doughnut in her hand. Jelly squirted out all over her hand and her clothes. She swore under her breath and in her rush to try and find a napkin to clean up with, she dropped her phone. When she turned back after having cleaned off her hand, wiping off the jelly from her shirt and saying a silent pray that it was black so the stain didn’t show, she saw that he was holding her phone. The black device was tossed back and forth between his hands before he held it out to her.

She offered him a small smile as she took it from him, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed against hers as she did. “Thank you.”

“I’m assuming this is where that little song was coming from?” His brows lifted as the corners of his mouth moved upwards a little.

The embarrassment flared back up. “So if we could forget that happened that would be great?”

He chuckled again. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

For a moment she found herself being distracted by his smile. It lit up his face, taking over all of his features and bringing an almost boyish charm to them.

“You have a really nice smile. Has anyone told you that before?” She pulled her lip into her mouth. Whatever brain to mouth filter she normally had was completely gone in his presence.

“Just my mother, but I will admit that it does sound better coming from you.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better.”

The smile was back on his face as he spoke, “Is it working?”

“Not really,” She shook her head. “But I appreciate you trying.”

“What is that you do here at the centre?” He asked after a brief moment of silence.

“Oh, I umm…I work in the social outreach department mostly but I’m in the science department when they need me.” All her words came out in a rushed and jumbled mess and she could only hope that he understood her.

“Are you nervous?” Lines appeared in his forehead as he looked at her, a bit of concern in each of those lines.

“No.” Her voice caught in her throat and the word came out croaked. She cleared her throat and stared down at her sneakers. “I’ve just never met a king before. So I’m a little out of my comfort zone here.”

“Would you calling me T’Challa rather than a king make you feel more comfortable?”

“That depends. Am I allowed to call you that, Sir?” She dug the toe of her shoe into the ground and finally looked at him through her lashes.

“If you would prefer to continue calling me Sir, I certainly will not stop that.” His tongue peeked out and she followed it, eyes watching the way it dragged across his plump bottom lip and wetting it before disappearing back into his mouth. “And what am I to call you?”


“Amaya.” He said her name slowly with his tongue caressing each syllable of it and she had to pull in a slow breath through her teeth. “It’s nice to meet you, Amaya.” His hand stretched out for her to take.

God, she wanted him to say her name again.

“It’s nice to meet you too, T’Challa.” She slipped her hand into his and where she assumed it would be a handshake, she felt his lips press against her knuckles in a move she didn’t think happened outside of the movies. He wasn’t like anyone she had encountered before. That much was for sure.

“What? No more Sir?” His thumb moved across the top of her hand and it was only then that she realized her hand was still in his.

“Is that something you would prefer?” She felt the smile taking over her lips and she did little to try and stop it.

“I don’t believe I even need to ask how many people have complimented that beautiful smile of yours.” His eyes fell to her lips.

“Just my mother, but I will admit that it sounds better coming from you.” She echoed his earlier words with a soft laugh.

He didn’t return her laugh. The way he looked at her had her heart stuttering. “She’s a smart woman and very lucky to have such a beautiful daughter.”

That line coming from anyone else would have garnered a strong eye roll from Amaya, but coming from T’Challa in that deep accented voice has her honest to God swooning.

“I will make sure to pass along that sentiment. I’m sure she’ll love to hear it.”

“Please do.”

Amaya pulled in a breath, taking notice that he was still holding her hand. She opened her mouth to say something but footsteps caught both of their attention. It was Charlie that walked in.

“I was coming to get a doughnut but I think it can wait.” She looked back and forth between the two before walking back out of the room.

When T’Challa took a step back, she realized just how close they had gotten to each other during their interaction. He dropped her hand and cleared his throat.

“I should probably get back to work. I’ve heard the owner can be a bit of a hardass.” She hoped that a joke would cut through the tension that had fallen over the two of them.

She was glad when she saw the smile come back to his face. “I feel he may just be misunderstood. He’s only a hardass when it’s needed.”

“Either way, I would like to not to be fired.” She gave him one last smile before she grabbed poor Charlie’s doughnut and walked to the door. She hesitated for a moment before she turned back to him, finding his eyes on her legs for a moment before flickering back up to her face.

“Was there something else you needed?”

She shook her head. “I just wanted to say again that it was nice meeting you….Sir.” Her voice dropped at the last word and she allowed her eyes to trail over his body again, not even the least bit ashamed to check him out so openly, before she actually left the room.

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Learn Ya || Sneak Peek

Warnings: This series will have slow burn, angst, and smut. There will be heavy, heavy themes of BDSM and a Dominant and submissive relationship, which will always be mentioned at the start of each chapter that includes it, so if that isn’t your thing, this may not be the series for you.

Her knees were starting to burn, muscles tensing from being in the same position for so long, and yet she didn’t move even the smallest of centimeters. She knew better. The blind fold around her eyes prevented her from seeing anything, but she could feel his presence still in the room, watching her the entire time. She couldn’t see or hear him but her body was so wired to his and trained for his touch that she could always tell when he was close by.

She shivered and inhaled sharply when a hand crept along her back. Her hands flexed against her thighs as his own hand moved over her shoulders and down between her breasts. She felt the ball gag release from the back of her head and her jaw was finally able to relax, the wet ball falling against her chest as she did her best not to drool all over herself while his eyes were still on her. Though she was sure that she would be a mess by the time this was over with.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” His voices washed over, silky smooth with a rough edge to it, vibrating throughout her entire body. “You may speak now, pet.”

“I’m being punished because I was a bad girl, Sir.”

“And what did you do to be a bad girl?”

She nearly let out a whimper as his fingers toyed with the thin rose gold band around her upper arm, a subtle reminder of who she belonged to: him. “Because I sent you pictures of my pussy at an inappropriate time.”

“Do you have a justification as to why you would do that?” Her lips turned into a small frown when his hands left her body. When his hands returned to her body, it was in the form a firm slap against her breast.

“I wanted your attention.” Her nails started to dig into her skin as her eyes fluttered behind her blindfold.

“Now you have it. What do you purpose I do with you?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement with that. I know you enjoy pain, but I can assure you will get no pleasure from tonight that I don’t allow you to have.”

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A/N: My dear, lovely, awesome @cupcakequeen1999 sent me a particularly interesting scenario for me to write and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy it!


Hiya! Can you do one where T'Challa is dating the reader and when her ex shows up for dinner or something, T'Challa keeps sending him subtle “she’s mine” signals (kissing her, grabbing her butt, etc.)? I feel like he would be the guy to do that…

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader

Warnings: Groping, heavy making-out, awkward conversations, ex-boyfriends, jealous!T’Challa. (Remind me if I forgot anything)

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Okay I have a genuine questions for the Bucky fandom who are writers. Would anyone be willing to be a beta reader for this fanfic im writing. It’s not done but it’s my final draft and I’ve been working on this for literally four years because I finally just pulled everything together in what feels like a mature manner, but I think because I’ve been working on it for so long And staring at it for so long that I just can’t think at all anymore and I think maybe some feedback might help! It has a lot to do with whump but it does actually have a deeper story of the OC overcoming her past. So if anyone is interested HMU and I’ll let you know and give you more details.

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