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Hi! Can I request a t’challa x reader were this recently takes place after avengers endgame were the reader tells & introduces t’challa and shuri to t’challa and reader’s daughter
Sure thing! This is written for a Black AFAB reader living in America. Fluffy PG 13 stuff.
Your first embrace after five years was nothing short of life-giving. You trembled in his arms, breathing in his warmth and choking up with incoming sobs. Your tears soaked up the soft fabric of the olive hoodie he wore to blend in with the neighborhood, and he let you wrap your legs around him when he lifted you up.
The weather was a little warmer than usual, and the air was filled with distant conversation between people getting reunited with their families, just as they were doing... and nobody batted an eye when they saw people crying and hugging each other on the street.
The sun lit up T'Challa's tight curls and eyelashes as you pulled apart slightly, and you still couldn't believe it. It was the same man you thought you would never see again... well, except in your daughter.
T'Challa still didn't know about her. And neither did Shuri.
Your tears still flowed, because you just saw Shuri, who had also come all the way to the US to see you again. You collided with her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her like she would disappear again. Having a baby didn't make it any easier to live without the first.
The three of you hugged again, and you let go of Shuri only to kiss T'Challa for the first time in five years.
"Eww!" Shuri cried in mock disgust, seeing PDA less than six feet away from herself.
The nostalgia of hearing Shuri's chatter, and feeling T'Challa's body against yours hit you again. Bast, you had missed this dearly.
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You had planned this out from the moment you recovered from the shock of people reappearing out of thin air. Both the siblings were unsuspecting and unassuming of what you were up to even as you walked up to the school at the outreach center.
Shuri was busy playing with a cat that had snuggled up to her in the middle of the park that you were all now in, while you and T'Challa watched, holding hands. He lazily fingered the beads on your braids, taking in how you had changed through the years. You had grown plumper with some post pregnancy fat still curling in love handles around your waist. He seemed to like it, as he smiled when his long fingers brushed subtly, but sensually over your midriff and hips.
The causative of half your stretch marks was about to arrive from her last lesson in school in less than a minute now, and you couldn't wait to see her, now more than ever.
The bell rang, and a high-pitched chorus of yelling ensued, signaling the end of the school day for the little ones. T'Challa smiled at the noise and looked at your expression. Your mischievous smile made him frown a little in suspicion.
"Hey- where are you going?" Shuri called after the tabby as it rushed off to the entrance of the park, which was near the school gate. Children rushed into their parents' arms in the distance, while some rushed out into the play area in the park. The cat followed some first graders around as they opened their tiny bags to bring out various bits of food that they had diligently saved during recess.
Both of them grinned at the sight, but you were focused on the one little girl with her hair done up in two little puffs by none other than you. She giggled and cuddled the cat before she looked up and saw you.
And when you glanced at T'Challa you thought, he knows. The look on T'Challa's face was one of dawning realization as the little girl came running straight to you. His nose sat on her face, albeit a little softer, if possible... and his eyes looked at their near identical twins from a distance. There was also your round face and huge, pillowy lips that turned a little down on the edges.
Shuri, as smart as she was, was in a little denial as she seemed puzzled at the girl's advance.
"Who's that?"
Neither of you answered, waiting for the girl to slow down as she came closer and finally, ran into your arms. You lifted her up like you always did and kissed her on the cheek.
T'Challa swallowed, his eyes welling with a myriad of shock, joy and pain. He stepped backwards to comprehend it fully: you had a child.... a five-year-old.... who looked a lot like him.
You grinned at him and neither of you spoke a word for a second. Shuri finally realized what was going on, and her eyes blew wide as saucers. Your daughter looked a little confused, but being the wise child she was, she decided to introduce herself first.
"Hi!" She said to Shuri, who was near her.
"H-hi! What's your name?" Shuri replied out of reflex.
"I'm Taraji, nice to meet you!" she squeaked, a little nervous, but excited and determined to make a new friend.
"Tara, do you know who these are?" you asked her.
She didn't answer immediately, shyly fiddling with the end of her green dashiki. "That's aunty,"
You put your arm around T'Challa. "And this?"
"That's Baba." she smiled.
T'Challa couldn't hold back his tears further than this; he pressed his sleeve into his eyes to be able to see his daughter better. She was the most beautiful thing in the whole world at that moment, and it brought him to his knees. Taraji approached him slowly from your arms, and T'Challa first held her little palms in his huge hands.
"Are you crying because you're happy?" She whispered curiously.
T'Challa nodded and hugged his daughter for the first time. "Ewe,"
Behind you, Shuri too burst into tears, and you held her as she tried to calm down. It worked out just as you had planned, and you couldn't feel happier and more complete with your sister your love, and your baby girl.
"Even Miss Brown cried when our old class came back... it's okay." She reassured her father, who nodded fervently as he examined every inch.
"I know... I'm just..." He murmured, "I should've seen it coming!" He laughed, catching your eye. You chuckled at him, remembering the nights in the early spring of 2018, that resulted in Taraji.
"So," He wiped his eyes again, "Taraji, hm? Taraji (Y/L/N)?"
The little girl grinned "Taraji (Y/L/N)." she confirmed, cutely mispronouncing your last name.
"Does she know?" T'Challa looked deep into her eyes.
Shuri nodded. "Does she know who she is?"
You shrug. "Ask her, King."
Your babydaddy glanced at you before turning to his daughter. "Ungubani?"
The child stood up straight as she said this: "Ndingu Inkosazana T'Challa, Intombika Kumkani T'Challa."
I am Princess T'Challa, daughter of King T'Challa.
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HIS PRINCESS
Headcannons for Erik kilmonger (N’jadaka) in a new series coming due to voting.
Erik loving when you use the Theluji version of Xhosa (the same but its more rich, yet soft and fierce)
WOULD START ARGUEMENTS JUST SO YOU USE YOUR NATIVE TONGUE
He knows xhosa fluently, but pretends to not know it when you confess to him in xhosa.
USING HIS BIRTH NAME !!
it makes him bonkers.
Like. Deadass he loves you addressing him as N'jadaka, using any other name would make him think youre mad at him. you only used that name on him since you were four.
He likes the way it rolls off your tongue, would make you moan it during sex js to make him do what you want
"please Erik i need it please." "use my right name, you what to say baby." "fuck me nice n good N'Jadaka !" n he listens
WEAK SPOTS FOR U
He has a weak spot for when you wear your dresses and formal wear.
likes seeing you all high and mighty, HE LOVES. a woman in control
Making you cry in bed is his turn on, out of bed he gets so soft for you. " dont cry angel, youll get sick. dont let nobody make my Princess cry but me. just let me know who and ill handle it."
his love language?
Okay this man is so confusing
he switches love languages alot
like more then he should.
He would bring,make or buy gifts for you out of love and wouldnt expect anything back. this man will have statues carved for your beauty.
He reclaimed his title as one of the princes of wakanda , which equals to many women being envious, but Erik dresses you nice, then shows you off.
deffinently big on praising and physical intimacy.
for a "scary" guy he LOVES holding your hand or holding you in general, not a love language hes just an ass
EXTRAA
he indeed does sing
an amazing voice too
only sings you to sleep though
Fic : His Princess
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Hold me by the heart
Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.
Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?
Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.
Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so
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2016
Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.
You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.
Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.
And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.
There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.
“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.
T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.
“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.
T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.
He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.
You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.
You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.
When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.
You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.
You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.
You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.
“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”
2018
N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.
Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.
“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.
You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.
In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.
2024
Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.
You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.
With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.
When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.
You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.
“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.
“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”
Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.
You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.
The funeral
You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.
You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.
T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.
She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.
Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.
2025
After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.
That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.
Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.
Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.
She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”
To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.
You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.
What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.
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Learn Ya || Chapter 9
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Author Notes: SURPRISE SHAWTY. Shout out to everyone that lowkey bullied me into continuing this fic some three years later. I love y’all for that. I kept the same tag list as before so if you no longer wish to be tagged, just let me know.
Amaya felt like her whole world had come crashing down in a matter of seconds.
She’d had her life planned out from the time that she was a young girl, and now all of those plans had gone astray. She could understand that her mother’s job was having financial issues and there needed to be cut backs as far as employees went. What she couldn’t understand was why her mother needed to be included in that. She sort of knew that she was being selfish about her true reasoning for caring that her mother lost her job, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire world had just been flipped on its head.
She couldn’t afford school anymore. The financial aid she had been given didn’t cover the complete cost of her first year. Her mother was going to cover the difference so that Amaya didn’t have to worry about the financial strain of school and could solely focus on making sure she made the best grades that she could. She was even going to cut back on the hours she worked at the centre to give her all to her academics.
That wasn’t the case anymore.
She had to come up with the money in a very short amount of time and she had really only two options as far as she was concerned because deferring a year simply wasn’t going to work for her.
She could either work more hours at the centre to get the money to pay the difference or she could take out student loans. Honestly, neither of them were stellar options, but she was heavily leaning towards the student loans. It would give her the money she needed right in that moment and she could deal with the fall out to her credit score and paying it back later in life. All she wanted to do was go to law school. How she did it really didn’t matter to her anymore.
“Is everything alright, Amaya? You have been unusually quiet tonight?”
She looked up from the plate of food she had been toying around with the last few minutes, pushing around bits of mashed potatoes across the ceramic, and saw T’Challa looking at her. Concern was etched into his features, brows sitting low on his face and his full lips pulled down into a soft frown.
She really should have canceled their date but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to do that. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him and she knew he was a busy man. Though, she supposed canceling would’ve been better than going and being in a sour mood the entire night.
“Yeah, everything is fine.” She did her best to put on the most convincing smile but the look that he gave her showed that it didn’t work in her favor.
“I do not appreciate being lied to.” The frown was still etched on his face but his voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to scare her.
Amaya pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a small breath through her nose. She certainly hadn’t meant to lie to him but she wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she could dump all of her issues onto him. Everything up until that point had been lighthearted and fun so it was hard to say if he truly even wanted to know. She allowed silence to settle between the two of them as she continued to push around food on her plate, lost in her thoughts. It might be good to talk to someone who could provide an outside prospect of things, and he might even have some sort of sage advice to give to her.
“No, really everything is fine,” she had every intention of leaving it at that but the way he lifted one brow let her know that it wasn’t going to fly a second time. “My mother lost her job and now I’m trying to figure out how to pay for law school.”
She hadn’t really said those words out loud. Other people might have said them to her, Charlie or her brother, and she might have thought them on more than one occasion, but the words had never once left her mouth. Not even when her mother had sat her down and told her the whole truth. Saying the words out loud would only make the reality of her situation settle in, making it that much harder for her to try and deny the truth. She had hoped that if she simply just remained positive then maybe things would work themselves out, but with each passing day, she could see that a positive attitude wasn’t going to work and that very same attitude diminished and made way for a more negative one.
When his hand moved across the table, she didn’t hesitate to slip her into his. Regardless of whatever mood she was in, her body sought out the physical comfort from him because there was something about his presence that had been nothing but soothing for her, even in the times he made her heart stutter in her chest.
“How much is your balance?”
“A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“$19,980. I gave them $20 so they would stop calling me for a few days but really I just think the lady felt bad for me when I started crying on the phone. Half of that needs to be paid by the end of next week.” Again, she had thought about her situation plenty of times but saying it out loud only made it that much more daunting for her.
“I will take care of it.” His tone was so final as he squeezed her hand.
“T’Challa, no. I can’t ask you to do that.” The very last thing she wanted him to think was that she had only told him in hopes that he would pay for it.
“It is a good thing you are not asking and I am offering.”
“I mean I get that but I’m still saying no.”
“It is also a good thing I am not seeking your permission on this.”
Amaya rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Now is not the time to be playing that little game where you need to have control over everything. This is serious and it’s too much money for you to pay and I can’t pay you back,”
“You will not need to pay me back. Consider it an early graduation gift if that will help you feel better about accepting the money.”
“I don’t need you to do that. I can figure something out.” She made a face and could start to feel herself get defensive.
The logical part of her knew that he was only doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own (which they both know that she couldn’t). But there was also some jaded part of her that felt like he was doing it because he expected something in return. Sex maybe.
Of course there had been indications that the two of them were sexually attracted to each other, anyone on the outside looking in could see that, but he hadn’t given her any reason to believe that was the one and only thing that he was after. It was yet another thing she had to remind herself that set him apart from the men she had dealt with in the past. Particularly Rod.
“Come here.” A frown had once again settled onto his face as she pulled her hand away from his.
“You can’t just distract me with whatever you’re going to try and do.”
“Amaya,” her name was a rough warning on his tongue that she felt right between her thighs. What was wrong with her that him being even a little stern with her was making her wet? “Come here. I won’t tell you again.”
She watched as he pushed his chair away from the table a little bit. Any other time she would’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit more, trying to see just how much she was able to get away with, but she didn’t have the energy. She mirrored his actions and stood up from her own chair, rounding the table to stand in front of him. She wasn’t standing long before she found herself being pulled down into his lap.
A shuddering breath left her lips when a large hand rested against the bit of thigh exposed by her dress. A distraction and damn if it wasn’t working.
“Why is it so hard for you to accept my help?” She could barely think with the way his thumb traced back and forth across her skin.
“Because I don’t want you thinking I told you so you would help me.”
“If you are going to be someone in my life then you should expect to be taken care of in all aspects of your life, Amaya.” She had to admit that he did have a way with words but she could tell that he wasn’t just saying them for show. He meant them.
“I don’t think I know how to let people do things like this for me.” Amaya prided herself on being an independent woman. Of course, her mother and her family were there if and when she needed to help but no one outside of that circle really did anything to take care of her.
“I can teach you.”
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The rest of the dinner had placed Amaya in much better spirits and a lot of that was due in part to T’Challa keeping her in his lap with an arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. The two of them fell back into their usual back and forth banter with ease. It was nice to not have to worry about whether or not she was going to be able to attend school or not.
She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out.
She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly.
The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back.
Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”
Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked.
“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up.
“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness.
T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”
“I do.”
“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter.
“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch.
“Enlighten me, beautiful.”
“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door.
“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted.
“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”
She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her.
“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”
“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”
“The night is still young.”
Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control. She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him.
When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make.
Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller.
“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her.
T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground.
She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet.
When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed.
“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”
She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.
“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him.
She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic.
She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction.
And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore.
Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check.
Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. .
This man was going to be the death of her.
“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand.
“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot.
“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”
“Do you have any suggestions then?”
“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed.
She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed.
“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head.
She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin.
“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”
“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek.
She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much.
She really did like having him around.
“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”
“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”
“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully.
“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm.
She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”
His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m right here, baby girl.”
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Prompt List
Prompt week is HERE! Pretty simple just in which prompt you want from any category for the character of your choice. (Erik, Namor, Shuri, or T'Challa.) You can even mix and match 2 different ones. I will be working on requests all day today so send them in! This goes all all week ending Saturday. Some may be short but that depends on what comes out my brain. Now for the prompts
Fluff
Palm kisses
Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder
A kiss on the temple
Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand
Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade
The playful kiss on the tip of the nose
Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum
Kissing the crown of the head
"I’ll give you a ride"
Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)
Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed
Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder
Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret
"I can’t regret mistakes that led me to you"
Leaving notes everywhere for them to find
"Is that my shirt?"
"Home sweet home
"How about a kiss before I leave?"
"You remembered."
"Come here, let me help you."
Smut
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
"They're mine"
“I want you now”
“Use your tongue”
“You can get louder can’t you”
“Don’t cum yet”
“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”
“Stay quiet"
“I told you to stay still"
“I promise I’ll be good”
“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent”
“I bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”
“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel really good”
“Don’t give me that look”
“Take it off slowly”
“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”
“Don’t worry I’ll take of you”
Friends with benefits
“We’re in public you know”
Angst
"Their blood is on your hands."
"Everyone I’ve cared about has either died or left me. Except for you."
"You mean nothing to me."
"Do you remember when we first met?"
"We’ll see each other again."
"Why does it feel like this is goodbye?"
"You’re the one good thing left in this world."
"It’s okay. You can let go."
"You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you."
"I can't lose you again!"
"You were dead, I saw you die."
"I'm real. I'm here."
"I never meant to hurt you"
“I guess we weren’t as compatible as we once thought.”
“I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”
“I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could.”
“I’m done trying with you.”
“We had a good run, didn’t we?”
“You’re a mistake I’m never going to regret.”
"Why can't you let anyone in?"
Prompt credits: @onewhoturns // @rainysoot // @nightprompts // @sultrypotter
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Goddess Interrupted - Chapter 4
Warnings: Mentions of death, torture, blood, nightmares, and cursing.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Tony x Pepper, Wanda x Vision, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Sam, T’Challa, Shuri
Word count: 898
“Y/N you know he’s not going anywhere?” Shuri said to me as she walked into the room.
“I know. I just….” I sighed, “I spent so much time searching for him. All because I took one day off. I know he's safe here but sitting around has me itching with anxiety.”
“I figured, so I talked to my brother about getting you a job while you’re here.” Shuri said nonchalantly.
“What!? Okay, what is it?” Excitement rising in me. I would love nothing more than to have something to do.
“Well, I was talking to him about how we need to find something for you to do. And he mentioned how you were a wonderful fighter and had moves he never saw. And I suggested that you train the Dora Milaje.”
“I would love to,” turned back to Bucky,” Can I still come up here and see him?”
Shuri put her hand on my shoulder, “Of course. Also, you start tomorrow.” I chuckled a little and turned back to Bucky.
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I walked around the training room watching the women practice the moves I had shown them. Most of them are on point not a inch out of place, besides the new recruits. I expected them to be a little off, most people have a difficult time getting the moves down. The door to the training room opened and Shuri and T’Challa walked in. The Dora Milaje stopped and got into their usual stance when the king or princess entered.
“I see the training is paying off.” T’Challa spoke as he walked toward me.
“Yes, some need a little more time,” I looked at the new recruits. “But that is to be expected.”
“Yes well, I'm sure you can finish later?” T’Challa smirked at me. “My sister has some news for you.” He motioned to his sister.
“He’s waking up,” she bounced with excitement.
“Training is over,” I dismissed the army. “Shuri, let’s go.” We walked… well we ran pretty much. We got to the door, and I heard him, “Is Y/N here?” I flew the door open wanting nothing more than to see and hear him say my name one more time.
“Bucky?” I looked into his eyes and saw that his mind was clearer than usual.
“Hey doll, how’s it going?” He smirked at me.
“Me, I…I am fine. How are you? How is your head?” Bucky looked down for a moment and then back at me.
“We still have to test it. To see if he is really gone, but it feels clearer. More me.” He chuckled a little bit, “But I still want you there just in case. He hated hurting you just as much as I do.”
“Bucky I will always be there for you. Anytime, anywhere, for anything.” I took his hand in mine, but he pulled me in for a hug.
“I remember that we were something before all of this, but right now I need some time to clear my head and figure things out.”
“B. like I said, anything, if you need some space from me then okay. I have all the time in the world to wait.” He held my hand again.
“It’s so nice seeing you too together. Y/N talked about you so much, makes me believe in true love. But it also makes me wanna throw up.” I looked at Shuri telling her enough. She raised her hands in surrender. Bucky and I looked at each other and giggled.
“When are you going to test it?” I asked.
“Now. If you are ready?” Bucky pleaded with me whether it was to wait or to be ready now. I figured it would be better to do it now just in case.
“Let’s do this.” Bucky gave me a small smile.
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“Возвращение домой, Один, Грузовой вагон,” Ayo spoke. Bucky sucked in a breath, and after a beat he released it. He looked up at Ayo. “You’re free.” Bucky started sobbing, and I went to his side.
“Y/N,” Bucky looked at me moving me so I could look into his eyes. “Tell me… Tell me if he….” Bucky stutters trying to talk through the sobs. “Is still in there.”
“Bucky, what are you asking?” I knew what he was asking but I needed to hear it first.
“Please look and see if he is still in my mind,” Bucky pleaded.
“Okay.” I placed my hands on his head and my thumbs on his temples. My magic flowed from my hands around his head. Our eyes light up golden. “Open your mind to me.” And he did, I saw so many things flash past my eyes. I wanted to see all of it, but I couldn’t take advantage of this situation. I continued looking through his mind, thoughts, feelings, pain, blood, everything that involved the Winter Soldier. “Bucky I… I am so sorry,” tears falling from my eyes. I looked a little further for anything but found nothing. “He’s gone, Buck. It’s just you in there.” my magic flowed back into me, and I released my grip on his head.
“Thank you. Thank you all so much,” Bucky hugged me tightly and his memories of me entered my mind.
“What?’ I pulled away from him.
“I love you,” he spoke as he slid his hand along my face, and he kissed me. Full of passion.
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shuri x spidergirl!reader hcs
warnings: fluff, tchalla and ramonda are alive.. for a little, major character deaths, flirty!reader
it was weird how you and shuri first met. she was on a mission in new york, encountering a villain, when suddenly a string of web came into view snatching her up before she could get pounded by the giant fist that was coming down and smashing into the pavement.
“aren’t you supposed to have some kind of danger sense? you ain’t see that big ass fist coming?”
shuri looked up and saw what was keeping her from falling 15ft from the air. you.
you looked so beautiful, mask bunched up at your forehead, showing off your gorgeous brown eyes and long curly lashes. the setting sun gleaming so perfectly off your caramel brown skin. and your curls not being able to be covered by the mask so they stayed down on your shoulders.
“no, but thank bast you caught me before it did”
you smiled.
“..nice accent.”
shuri let her helmet disintegrate, revealing a small smirk that was held on her lips.
“thank you”
and from that moment on it was nothing but bliss for the two of you.
it was awhile after you and shuri started dating and the public was starting to catch on rather quickly.
it would be during interviews after you had just caught a criminal. paparazzi were left and right of you, sticking microphones in your face trying to get you to answer questions.
“spider-girl, are you currently in a relationship with the black panther?”
“spider-girl, over here!”
“we’ve seen you and the princess of wakanda hanging out around the city, are you both dating?”
you would never give them a straight forward answer. simply shrugging your shoulders, pulling your mask over you face and leaving the scene.
you can’t say that you blame them with all the constant back and forth flirting between you two. what may have started the rumors is that you’ve started to develop a new nickname for your girlfriend. kitty.
shuri will never tell you, but she likes the nickname.
“easy kitty, wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty face, would we?”
“aw, you care about me kitty?”
“like i’d ever let them come near you, kitty”
when you both did eventually go public, nobody was surprised but they were ecstatic! you both were trending all over social media.
you smiled in amusement as you scrolled down the comment section.
user37292: “not both my wives getting tg😮💨”
user2904: “yea we knew y’all wasn’t slick with alla that flirting😒!”
user01607: “AHHH cuties!!!”
shuri would always send you reassuring texts if she knows you’re about to go on a mission. doesn’t matter how big it is. she always makes you put your safety as a priority, knowing your desire to save and protect surpasses your need to save yourself.
“be safe my love, please don’t get yourself into any trouble and don’t get yourself killed.”
“no promises🤭! love uuuuu💗💗”
“i love you too❤️”
…
“y/n i’m serious!!!”
you love to bug shuri. it’s your favorite pass time. even though she lives all the way in wakanda. you make sure you call her at least 8 times a day. yes.. 8. not that she minds. she loves talking to you.
“hi baby!!”
“hi my love”
“whatchu doin?”
“in the lab, are you alright?”
“yea.. you wanna see my challenge?”
“..what?”
shuri loves to say your the light of her life. you constantly make her smile with your crazy antics even thought some of them make her genuinely worry for you. but she learned that was just how you were.
“y/n?! what the hell happened to your face?!”
“this guy rocked my shit!”
“..are you okay?”
“yea.. i think it makes me look bad ass not gonna lie”
you and shuri give each other pet names like most couples do. hers for you are: my love, usana, sithandwa sam, and princess. and yours for her are: kitty (JOKINGLY), mami, baby, and when you had finally learned some xhosa, you started calling her wam yedwa (my one and only)
once shuri had decided you both were deep enough in your relationship for you to meet her family, she called you to tell you to pack a bag and that a talon fighter was coming to get you in the morning.
you made sure you dressed appropriately, seeming as you were going to be in front of royalty. you didn’t feel like you would make a bad impression, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous, shuri having to constantly reassure you during the flight.
“i’m royalty? it’s the same as talking to me”
“girl you don’t count”
“ah.”
they both loved you though! tchalla was the most pleased, constantly picking on shuri.
“it’s about time my baby sister found herself a person!”
“please be quiet”
during your stay, she had took you into her lab to show you some of the new inventions she was working on. most of them were for you. you loved the way she talked about her work, the way her face would light up or how she would stay on one topic for hours. god she was so cute.
shuri would always love taking you to events as her plus one, and vis versa. the way the slick black dress would compliment your curves just right and have you showing a bit of cleavage would leave her drooling.
and you loved to see her in a suit, you’ve told her that. seeing her in a suit matching with you always brought “unholy thoughts” as shuri would say. seeing her gold adornment piece underneath the blazer and with the gold grills to match! wheww.. that combo would leave you a mess.
despite you making a lot of money from your hero work. shuri still spends a whole lot on you. constantly sending shit tons of flowers to your doorstep, buying you everything that you look at for longer than 2 seconds, taking you to expensive restaurants. it did not matter. there was no limit to what she would get or do for you.
“shuri, baby, i think i’ve got enough”
“just this necklace and then we’ll leave”
you love taking shuri on nightly outings after a mission. you both could be chilling at your apartment and you’ll look down at her laying in your lap, tinkering with her kemoyo beads, and just stare.
“..what?
“you wanna to go web-slinging with me?”
you would have her hold onto you extra tight as you both were standing on top of a very high building.. a little too high for shuri. the entire time you swung all that could be heard in the air were shuri’s high-pitched screams or her fussing that you nearly hit a building but wouldn’t have time to finish once you would start swinging again. we’ll say that was the night that started shuri’s fear of heights.
i like to think it’s canon that shuri had started to have panic attacks after the death of her brother and mother so you would always help her when she was having one or if she was and you weren’t there she would call you. the soothing sound of your voice, the constant kisses on her forehead and your soft hand rubbing circles on her back helped calm her down.
“it’s okay baby, i’m right here. deep breaths”
you were a cuddle bug and shuri loved it. she loved when you ran your fingers through her curls or traced the tattoo down her shoulder while she laid her face in the crook of your neck .when she would always ask you why you liked to spoon her so much you would say:
“you already top me in bed, shit- i can’t have this?!”
shuri stays touching you 25/8. whether it’s holding your hand or having an arm around your waist. it keeps her calm when she’s around you. she feels safe. it’s gotten so bad that she’s started to follow you around like a lost puppy sometimes and she doesn’t even notice it.
you could be in the kitchen making you both lunch and she’s right behind you, both arms wrapped around your waist as she nuzzles her face in your hair.
“i think i’ve spoiled you too much..”
shuri spends so much time around you that she’s started picking up on your lingo. you find it funny but adorable when she uses it.
“then the bitch threw me into a building!”
“into a building is wild”
when she’s not fighting for her country, shuri loves to take you out on dates. there will be things that she had asked you wayyy before you two were even a thing.
“what would be your ideal date?”
“fair or arcade date!”
and she would still remember after all this time. she had asked because she knew she was going to end up with you and she wanted to you to be happy. she had never been in a relationship before you so she wanted to make this one count. to make sure you were the one.
when shuri had finally gifted you your own custom set of kemoyo beads you finally felt like you two were official. she had waited because she knew you did a lot of crime fighting and didn’t want them to break but once she modified them she knew it was time.
“I GOT MY OWN PAIR?!??!”
“yes, i wanted to make sure you were ready first.”
you love giving shuri spidey kisses.
“why do you always hang upside down to give me kisses?”
“it’s like a reward”
you love to ask shuri stupid questions in the middle of the night just to piss her off.
“baby?”
“hm”
“when did you realize you were gay?”
“since i was born. go to sleep”
shuri’s tender headed. so when it was wash day for her you’ll need to prepare yourself for her whining.
“ow! usana, stop tugging!”
“i barely even pulled..”
you love buying your merch for her to keep when your away on missions. so her room is basically filled with a bunch of spider-girl plushies, cards and action figures.
“..really?”
“can’t help it that i’m famous baby”
shuri loves to say that your powers get on her nerves when you aren’t using them for hero purposes. when your with her in her lab and she hasn’t given you that much attention you’ll use your webs to pull her backwards having her set right between your legs while you sit on the table.
“will you stop that? i have to finish!”
“can i get a kiss first?”
people know that you and shuri are dating and they’re full aware of who you are. but that doesn’t mean they won’t try anything. girls will constantly come up to her, giving her compliments and asking her questions. one was even so brave as to trace one of her hand tattoos (she snatched her hand away quickly) . she says nothing and glances at you giving her the deadliest look, daring her to say something back to them. not wanting challenge you authority she stays quiet.
it doesn’t matter when or where shuri calls you, you always answer.
“sithandwa sam, are you busy?”
*literally in the middle of fighting a monster*: of course not, what’s up mami?”
a/n: ok going to bed. bye
#shuri x reader#mcu shuri#bpwf#spidergirl#shuri x black! fem! reader#shuri udaku#shuri x y/n#shuri fic#shuris my bbg fr😚#ilhsm#jj’s fics
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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
Masterlist
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
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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮
-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns
-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me
-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)
-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now
-> feel free to send requests
-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for
-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)
Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)
Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Clint Barton
Stucky ( poly)
Sambuckysteve (poly)
BRIDGERTON
Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)
Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)
Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)
OUTER BANKS
John b
Jj
Pope
Kiara
Sarah
Rafe
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE
Freya mikaelson
Elijah mikaelson
Klaus mikaelson
Kol mikaelson
Rebekah mikaelson
Poly mikaelson
Davina Claire
Elena Gilbert
Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)
Katherine Pierce
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Silas
ONE CHICAGO
Matthew Casey
Kelly severide
Blake Gallo
EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS
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Need to feel better?
( Made for T’Challa sluts )
You’re home from work, and you’ve done nothing productive and you probably hate yourself.
You expect the house to be in a mess, how you left it, but find that everything is put back in place.
And wait... is that the smell of fresh cooked food in the air?
A broad pair of shoulders shake to the rhythm of a song from your comfort playlist as you take in the muscly arms loading themselves with plates of food.
His deep, husky humming is ear candy, just as his bare legs are your eye candy.
T’Challa turns around and notices you and smirks
“I made dinner! It’s your favorite...”
He sets down the table and gets you warm and comfortable before sitting down with you for a satisfying meal.
Later, you’re too full to get up, so he carries you to bed and softly dumps you there, stripping off your clothes and doing the same himself.
You both talk about each others’ day and cuddle close. He buries his face in your neck and kisses your temples and sucks your titties.
Even if you cry, he’ll hold you close and kiss your head through your bonnet.
“Ndiyakuthanda, Baby... and you’ll get there. I’ll be here for you all the way.”
You feel much better about yourself, and sleep comes to you soon.
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MONA LISA.
“ i want you to give in”
Warnings: smut,bullying,panick attacks,alcohol and possible drug use, anxiety, talks of suicide,toxic relationships,fatphobia,gun violence, throw up. MDNI.
Word count: 4,274 words 22,560 characters
pairings: Riri williams x Black! Reader fluff, shuri x Black! reader, top!black reader x gang member ! Shuri udaku
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ UNLESS MENTIONED OTHERWISE
A/N: NAUR BC I WAS WORKING ON TS IN MY DRAFTS AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT 😭😭 BUT TYSM FOR SM LOVE ON THE LAST POST HERES PART 2.
part one part three
blue text = whispering.
Y/N pov
You woke up in your room . With no collection on how you ended up there, but you do remember why you have this massive ass hangover, you checked your phone seeing Shuri’s message on instagram.
you squinted at the messages smiling, but your momment got ruined by your Brother “ wake yo ass up or T and all of us are leaving yo blackass home and you're gonna miss your first day" Said Erik on the other side.
You groaned getting up from your bed charging your phone while you went to the shower "siri play my song. " you said in your gentle morning voice.
Your phone responded automatically playing your song while you showered putting on your F/s bodywash, taking care of yourself in the shower, stepping out when youre squeaky clean and smelling good.
Youd put on your fit for the day stopping the music, taking your phone and charger with you, along with your purse so you have other mecessarities with you.
you went downstairs heading outside while Erik was waiting for you, he looked you up and down "Fuck you goin lookin like that" Erik said glaring down at you, the 6'2 man said looking down at you "take ya blackass back and change, my sister aint going out like no whore" he said.
A whore? You're dressed like a whore.. you look at him your pretty eyes threatened tears, your pretty makeup threatening to be ruined. "nono please, bee I promise you can go like that you aren't a whore" Erik said to you, your tears no longer threatening to come out.
You both headed to the car and the Udaku sibblings followed behind, shuri looked you up and down Before smacking your ass when the older brothers arent looking.
"SHURI-"
you yelped and the men turned around looking like someone was about to be murdered, both of them reaching for their hips, shuri motioned for them not to and you didnt understand why.
"sorry saw a spider" the two tall dudes sighed shaking their heads "dont do that shit again unless you want us to make sure someones not breathing anymore" said T'challa shaking his head getting in the drivers seat after unlocking one of his many cars, but he only used this one for school. you reached for shuris' hand but she shook her head " youre big now, you dont need to hold my hand" She obviously teased,
You just got in the backseat of the car with shuri, the two men sitting up front. you thought about what she had said, it made you upset either way, but you shook your head listening to one of your second favorite songs
SHURI POV
she looked at instagram going to her dms, seeing one unread dm from Riri, a close friend of hers, they werent at all interested in eachother but here and there theyd joke like they were.
She looked at the previous convo trying to remember what and who they were talking about and why, these two werre notorius shit talkers, but aint nobody stopped them, even if they can they cant.
Ohhh... she thought ttyping fast with her digits trying to carry on with the conversation hoping Riri isnt mad,Not that Shuri needs her, she js enjoys her prescense as a friend, she held Riri dearly to her.
She rolled her eyes turning her phone off, Shuri knew Riri was just concerned about Y/n, after all the school they go to is fucked up, but its the closest and least expensive one.
T'challa pulled up to the school everyone but Y/n getting out, Shuri decided to show out and open y/ns door helping her out the car. She held her hand as they walked into ths school, everyone looking Y/n up and down
"Why are they looking at me shuri.." she said to shuri in a whisper, "well maybe because youre a woman thats fine as fuck coming to a bigass school, and holding my hand?" Y/n bobbed for the answer and got the wrong apple, Shuri took the ' sarcastic asshole ' response in return for a dumb question.
T'challa pov
"You two already got your schedule right?" T'challa said turning to them, hoping to god they didnt forget the schedules at home or theyre gonna have to drive back. Even if T' challa seemed to be some ' big scary gangsta ' as titled by peers. He rather not be late to class.
"yeah, i got me and i put Y/n's schedule in her purse so we good." Erik said, T'challa got closer to erik when he pulled schedule out, shit was so crumbled you could barely read the words on there. "My nigga what the FUCK is this??" t'challa looked at him with his signature look on his face.
"Bro leave me alone i was rushing" said Erik looking back at him as if he got hit in the head with a hot comb. they both broke out into laughter not being able to take looking at eachother like that. "anyways we got the same schedule, what about you two?" T'challa looked at the girls who were already gone.
"did they ju- " T'challa turned to erik and he nodded, both of them shook their head in sync. "kids these days.."he said causing erik to chuckle.
They hated eachother but still kept the unremovable bond of their good friendship, who even knows why they arent actually friends anymore. The tale is like a mystery to people. Neither T'challa or Erik open up about it, but only shuri and the udaku sibblings mother Ramonda knew.
homeroom period bell rings
Y/N pov
She sat by Shuri and her friend Riri we met while walking around,both were on each sides of me and it mad me feel safe, she adjusted her braclets bracelets, some teachers gave her work the students were already working on,i only had gotten it due to the fact that shes a " hard worker".
Riri nudged me motioning me to pull my jacket up and cover my chest, I raised my eyebrows looking down, shit...she left hickeys on my chest you thought to yourself zipping up your jacket "Thanks Riri..." you smiled at her and she gave you a fist bump. "its nothin, a sista helps a sista out" she said as the bell rang your homeroom teacher coming in, damn she was fine.
RIRI POV
Shuri better not let this one go, i actually like her. She sighed to herself after fist-bumping her, Watching Miss Romanoff come in Rolling her eyes, she desperately loathed that woman with everything in her damn body.
“Good morning class we have a new student today, could you stand up” said Natasha,Riri glanced at her and she got up walking to the front,
I dont got a good feelin about this, She looked at shuri and shuri nodded feeling the exact feelings
Y/n POV
She got up, coming to the front of the classroom waiting for it to go silent. She gave her usual pretty smile. “ Hello im Y/n L/n and i hope this school treats me right”. She was going for her seat before Romanoff said something.
“ any facts? Like your family or you” She said to Y/n as she sat down, she looked at shuri before looking at riri, both of them shook their heads. “I Rather not, thats not anyones buisness in here anyway” you shrugged sitting back down, finishing the papers you had gotten.
Romanoff's eyebrow raised before she went to her desk handing you a paper and book. Youd put it aside before putting the papers in youur pink folder putting it in your folder.
you felt eyes on you, when you turned you looked at a white boy with brown hair and dark eyes trying to uncover who you are.
But his friend next to him calling him, causing the boy to look away.
You raised an eyebrow at his actions, a weird one you thought. Maybe he wanted to play a game, but you werent interested in some white boy with a staring problems games.
After class
you and your two friends left first standing by the lockers and talking about what had happened, shuri paid attention to your body language taking note of Peter, if he made you uncomfy she would do something about it, if he didn't then he was fine.
“Yeah, the weird guy? Peter, he’s usually talking to ned in their world, I don't know what's up with me today.” Riri said shrugging it off, you dismissed it too not caring about him either way, shuri looked at Peter and ned while you two talked. “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” you said uncomfy with what he did. “Hold that thought” riri and shuri went over to the two guys.
you were on your phone as you suddenly looked up seeing two red marks on peters face.
Shuri POV
She was paying attention to her friends body language “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” said y/n shifting her body showjng she was uncomfy. almost immediantly the two girls looked at eachother nodding oou im gonna beat this dough boy colored bitches ass. shuri thought " hold that thought" she said as she moved off the wall going over to Peter and ned, they wanted nothing with ned he was cool for now.
"What the fuck is your problem," Riri said staring up at Peter. She didn't care at all about the height difference in height, after all the bigger they are the harder they fall. Riri put her finger in the middle of his chest roughly pressing it against the middle as if it was a knife. “So you just gon’ creep my friend out and stare at her? We know the shit you're trying to pull Peter and stop digging for shit you shouldn't even know” said shuri spitting venom at the male before giving him a big smack to the face
“Hey man in sorry for him, he was j-” ned tried to defend his friend but Riri interrupted him "Shut the fuck up ned, this dont involve you" she stared at him as if the poor boy committed an act of murder to her friend. "if you wanna keep ya girl mj, even if that bitch is yours, leave Y/n alone" said Shuri walking away with Riri.
"does she even know why shes not at that school anymore? or about the shit both of your familys do huh?" Peter said as he was trying to anger Shuri and Riri more. “Its none of her buisness” said shuri as they kept walking .
“What does he-”dont worry about it” Shuri interrupted as they continued walking, Y/n looked at them before catching up to the others
LATER
Y/n pov
you sat on the bleachers watching the two play basketball for gym class recording it to watch later on my camera, when the bell rang shuri lifed her shirt whiping her sweat off, her sports bra and v line showing, along with the lovebites and kisses from lastnight on her body. you stopped filming putting the camera in your purse staring at her body.
"you like her ? " a voice said to her causing her to jump, her purse being sent all the way to shuri from her jumping so much . you turned around looking at the pretty girl beside of you "kiana" she said to you, her name so you nodded saying yours "Y/n" you said smiling to her. Her entourage was behind her watching the two of her “oou shes pretty... Is that Shuri's girlfriend?” said one of the girls “Thats Mariana, ignore her” you nodded “so what was your question” you adjusted yourself looking at Kiana, you weren't scared of her and you knew what she was trying to do. “a statement actually, You shouldn't like shuri, shes like of dem playgirls” she looked at your hickeys and kisses shuri left on you. You nodded getting up “mmh. Kiana rii? Yeah. Just because you were one of her hoes or rejected by her, dont mean you get you and ur friends to scare me away from my childhood bestie, i know her more then you ever would” you declared showing no form of emotion, Riri and Shuri called for you as they came out the lockerooms.
“It's ‘ight, she doesn't like fat bitches ‘nyway,” said Mariana, causing you to turn around and stare “ that's crazy becausee... She didnt say that last night. “ you shrugged it off walking past your bag, and giving shuri a little kiss on the lips, you dont know what fueled you but you did it anyways.
“What's with the sudden kiss?” shuri stared then looked up to see Kiana and Mariana then back to y/n who bent down to pick her bag up causing her to stare.
“Mmh y/n..” she stared for the longest time before smacking it, loud enough for the gym to hear. You flinched turning to shuri with a face red as a tomato. “Payback” she’d say smiling, Mariana and Kiana walked over to shuri putting their arms around her.
“Hey, baby. Why are you fucking around with someone like her I thought you liked us” Mariana said her acrylics Circling them on her chest. Shuri smiled at her getting lost in the momment " you know its not like that ma im up for anyone i can do what i want, nobody gon' hold me down anytime soon." she used the same nickname and voice she used for you. "shuri." said riri and kiana hushed her.
you had a “ did this bitch really just...” face on offended at how your two faced friend was acting"Nah Riri let's go. let shuri fuck around with her hoes like she always does" Youd say leaving and not waiting for riri, the bell rang for lunch, you were hurt bad.
Riri POV
" you said you wouldnt play her Shuri, i knew you were a damn lie" Riri said spitting venom at her as she got her bag leaving " like you said her soft ass wasnt gonna last here" Riri turned around staring up at shuri. "yknow what.." she clocked both of the thots on shuris dead in the nose. " fuck you and your thots, you know i dont fuck with this playgirl shit" she said leaving.
Riri saw the girls go the same way y/n went as she looked both at Kiana and Mariana "oou im sick of yall." she ran after them following them to the bathroom
Shuri looked at the two , realising what she did and said was wrong, "fuck." she sighed movinf past them and going to the lunchroom to get Erik.
Riri on the other hand came in the bathroom seeing the other 4 girls bang on the stall Y/n was in . she heard her crying and hyperventilating, she was havinqg "either yall gon' get the fuck out or im airing this bitch out right now." Riri reached for under her shirt, the girls stopped running out as she sighed, sitting by the stall
"Hey Y/n you 'ight ?" she leaned against the stall listening to her cry." Shuri probably didnt mean it, she was lo- " she got interrupted by the sounds of her throwing up and the toilet flushing. soon y/n came out, sitting on the counter in the bathroom.
" im Fine, i know sex doesnt mean you love them its whatever, we were drunk" y/n said i saw her try to keep a straight face, but she failed crying her eyes out again, her makeup was ruined, you signed hugging her, she burried her head into riri's shoulder as she patted and rubbed y/n's back to soothe her. "lets get you prettied up again yeah?" said Riri as she used makeup wipes from her gym bags cleaning y/n's face. "you know how to do make up?" Y/n sniffled asking you. "girl hell yeah i do? ion got lucious lashes like you do but shiit i got the falsies that look like yours. I wish i had your features" Riri said with a smile, doing y/n's makeup for her.
"Why'd you say that? youre so pretty and strong Ri, and you stand up for your friends ." She smiled. wow shes so pretty, why does she play games with shuri.. id deffinently treat her right. Riri shook her head as she didnt know why she had these thoughts, she wasnt going to act on it either, shes not that kind of person. "thanks." she smiled
Y/n pov
She was so nice to me and i dont know why, Riri turned my face to the mirror, i smiled seeing my new makeup i hopped down giving her a kiss on her head hugging her . " thank you so much Ri!"
Erik, T'challa and Shuri came busting in and we both sighed turning to them. "what the hell happened in here?" T'challa said , Shuri looked at you hoping you returned contact, still hurt by what you said you didnt look at her. your focus was on T'Challa, " nothing. it isnt important " you said turning back to them going back to talking yo Riri.
Erik came over putting his hand on your shoulder, thinking its shuri's you smack it off turning around " the fuck do you want?? didnt you already do en- you turned to eriks face staring you dead in the eyes. " Were serious y/n. what the fuck happened." He said trying to intimidate the answers out of you, well not trying you already are.
"If i said its nothing then its nothing micheal! im sure you know because the captain of hoes over there already ran her mouth. instead of fucking helping me from her sillicone dick crazed hoes." you screamed starting to go off because you were getting overstimulated. "i dont need a damn knight right now because i got fucked over five minutes ago just because one of Shuri's crazy ass fans" you pushed past them leaving , you decided to hide in the darker part of the schools library.
The lights were busted here, you curled up into a ball sighing, your eyes felt heavy, and behan to close, eventually closing for a good time.
you got woken up by someone moving your head to their lap, you open your eyes trying to see who it was shuri. you were too tired to argue so you just sat up sighing.
"what time is it," you asked her as she looked at you, she had a look you saw the look on her face that you never saw throughout the 13 years you knew her. "its 4th period, almost over but why the hell are you hiding here." said shuri looking at me with a cigarette in her mouth.
“Number one.” you said as you took the cigarette from her mouth. Stomping on it, "two if you wanna talk to me do it respectfully" you straddled her lap looking her in the eyes you got close to her almost close enough to kiss her " you can speak now, and dont use nicknames" you said crossing your arms.
Shuri Pov
Shuri blew the smoke away from your face fanning it before diverting her attention back to you " why are you jealous if we arent dating" i said rasing a brow trying to get the answers out of her
Y/n hesitated before huffing, her cold breath blowing on my face. " Because you make my heart race, you give me butterflies and just make me wanna do things to you.. " she got close to my lips and my heart began to race, but she pulled away, her eyes looking at me full of lust and anger. " then why dont you act on them ma." i said smirking knowing that'd set her her off.
"I said no names," Y/n said yanking my hair back and causing me to look up. "you already pissed me off acting like a player, I know damn well you arent one" she’d positioned herself to be looking down at me. “ i want you to myself shuri, im not sharing you, i want you to give in “ she said, her lips kissing mine.
her lips went to attack my neck leaving love bites, and bite marks. The arousal this woman is causing me will be the death of me, part of me wants to make her work, and another just wants her so bad, but i deffinently cant do this relationshp shit, its scary.
“How about you work for it? Yeah?” i said mocking her but Y/N absolutely didnt like that,she yanked my hair causing me to moan. “Okay okay, fuckbuddies yeah? How about tha -
“stop fucking talking.” she took my shirt off of me. She sucked and kissed my collar bone causing tiny moans to escape my mouth, her tongue swirled and flicked on my nipples, and I heard the librarian nearby. Oh fuck. Please baby don't do this right now. “Shut the fuck up then” Y/n whispered before going back to attacking my breasts, her fingers sliding to my pussy, her digits Massaging my clit in a circular motion.
god damn she was so sexy like this. I moaned in her ear causing her to bite my nipple, the pain causing my pussy to get wetter, her fingers entered my pussy fingering me nice and slow, the squelching being able to be heard.
Shuri tried to speak but got interrupted by Y/n’s thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, She felt so good right now, Finally, y/n would let go of Shuri's hair .
Peter and neds voice was heard and that made y/n smile, “ma, no. We can continue late-” she whispered to the angered y/n pulling her pants down. She yoinked her panties down not even giving shuri a second to speak, immediately eating her pussy out. She blew cold air against Shuri's’s pretty soaked cunt, she used her tongue to explore her pretty cunny(cunt,pussy). Shuri gasped for air her hips rocking against her face riding her high.
Peter and Ned slowly got closer and closer. “Baby I'm gonna cum fuck, please me just like that I'm so proud of you” Shuri would say keeping their eye contact with y/n. “mmh cum in my mouth, please i wanna taste you “ said Y/n.
Shuri bit her lips as she squirted in Y/ns mouth,Shuri panted then moaned louder when y/n was licking her clean.
Y/n licked my thighs clean before fixing my pants and underwear, i stood up fixing it myself.
“do you forgive me?” Y/n Nodded turning to shuri “cmon were gonna be late” i said going down the stairs holding her hand.
Y/n pov
I smiled to myself, that didnt settle the jealously but i knew I did what those hoes couldn't. Pride filled my stomach as we went down the stairs facing Ned and Peter who had shocked faces on.
“well.. We were sent to look for you” said ned beginning to turn around to the entrance of the library, walking away.
Peter sighed rubbing his temples. “in a school...” he said with disappointment in his voice Shaking his head “could you two like?? Not wait to fuck at home?” he said stating the fact that we have a problem.
"you mad i got to her first peter?" said Shuri getting in his face. "see thats your problem. you assume i want her because i was staring, i was only doing so because shes pretty and i was curious" said peter looking down at shuri.
"So you hit him for no reason Shuri?" I said turning to her with an eyebrow raised. "well he made my friend uncomfy, so i fixed it Udaku style fym?" she said acting as if she didnt assault a man because he made me uncomfy. i shook my head .
"well we gotta go peter last period of the day." i said skipping on to the next class.
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CLASS STARTS
I wrote notes down in my notebook for history, since its black history month today they were studying Marsha p. Johnson, i paid close attention the whole class.
i had sat next to erik,shuri and riri. T'challa didnt have this class anymore since he passed the test with full credit.
Erik had his glasses on since we sat far and he needed to see desperately, sometimes I’d et him copy my notes as long as he changed it up, Mariana and Kiana came in with busted noses and black eyes.
my phone dinged and in sync we all checked the gc.
i looked at riri and she whistled looking at the sky, we all laughed as the bell rang, all of us going outside to the car.
Eventually we made it home in time for my rest,i went on the steps and felt shuri turn me around giving me a deep and long kiss. evemtually i pulled away before it lead to anything else due to me being tired. "thanks ma, for coming back" she smiled smacking my ass before she left.
i smiled at her watching her till she went inside, going inside myself getting ready to sleep
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A/N: this took long as hell to write my fingers hurt 😒. LEAVE A LIKE BELOW IF YOUD WAANT MORE
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Y’all I really think this imagine of Chadwick boseman I did is kinda funny like i don’t even know if I should post it but I think I need to cause it’s so fluffy but yeaaaaa so here goes 😂😂😂
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Beyond These Boundaries
pairing: t’challa x wakandan!reader (gender neutral)
genre: fluff uwu
summary: reader and t’challa have a long talk about life and space and legacies, all while bathed in starlight.
warnings: uh a small existential crisis of sorts but the fluff makes up for it i promise. Oh and also cussing? Not much but yeah.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this is the song mentioned. If you haven’t listened to it pleaaaase bless yourself. Asa is a gift to us all.
Your name: submit What is this?
You find yourself leaning against the balcony, staring at the stars, your mind wandering to a million and one places. The night did always liberate existential questions, plaguing your mind and clouding your judgement.
You hear the bedroom door open and close, followed by faint footsteps and then arms are wrapping around your waist and a chin sets itself atop your head. You’re both silent and you wrap your hands gingerly around his as he places a kiss on your temple, it’s comfortable.
“Being king, do you enjoy it?” you ask.
T’challa sighs as your thumb rubs gentle patterns across his hand, “Of course I do,” he says. Yet he’s not sure his words ring true, being king was stressful, it seemed like he had an infinite amount of daily tasks and being the black panther on top of that- it made him feel as if he’d soon have to tear his body in half in order to properly do both jobs.
You let out a dissatisfied sound, somewhere between a grunt and hum, letting him know you’re not happy with his answer.
He continues, “Being king is a great burden at times. It feels like if I make one mistake, Wakanda will crumble but I love it at the same time. This responsibility, however tasking, I know that I was put here for a reason- I was given this power for a reason.”
He’s smiling now, thinking the children he’s been able to meet; to help by being king, of all the people that thank him for what he has done. They make it worth it. You, however, give him the strength to go on, always listening to him and encouraging him- more than that you give him a reason to come back home. Fighting people is endlessly tasking and t’challa finds himself on the brink of forfeit until images of you flash before his eyes, the sound of his name from your mouth, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love or when you see the royal talon fighter returning after a long journey away; that gives him enough motivation to stay alive, even if just to see you one more time.
“I sometimes feel like I’m not doing enough, like I’m just going to die one day and I’ll have a whole thousand-paged list of things i should have done. When I don’t do anything I feel like a shit, when i spend the whole day working I still feel like shit but tired. It’s like I can’t win. What’s the point of me doing half the things I’m doing if I’m going to die anyway?” Your voice is clear and despite the words you just spoke you don’t sound like the thoughts bother you in any way, shape or form.
He hates it, and he’s told you before that he does. He hates that these are the things that plague your mind- what he hates most is the way you’re so numb to the pain those words cause. You’re amazing- so so amazing, he loves you, Shuri loves you, his mother loves you, everyone loves you and you do so much. You go out of your way to visit the people and talk to them about issues they’re having, what they would like you to do and sometimes you just go to visit them and laugh. You have made a huge difference for Wakanda, one that may have taken years had he not met you.
“Y/N, whether you realise it or not, you are making a great impact. We all die, what’s important is what we leave behind, our legacy. Even if you think you’re not doing much, even what you choose to eat makes a huge difference in the world,” he stops, his arms releasing you before he moves to your side, taking your chin in his hands and making you face him.
“The butterfly effect, a butterfly flaps its wings in Mexico and causes a hurricane in China, while not immediate- the two occurrences are connected. Don’t feel like you are not important, the universe has a weird way of making us feel small but we are all here for a reason, that I promise you.”
You smile up at him, watching how the stars reflect in his eyes and how his lips tug upwards to reflect your expression. Another comfortable silence falls upon you and you both look towards the stars again.
“I want to know what is out there. I want to see what the universe holds,” you sigh.
T’challa takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he places kisses upon each knuckle, mumbling something about making sure he’ll tell shuri to begin working on a spaceship as luxurious as the royal talon fighter to send you to space.
You laugh at is comment, taking your hand back to shove him and he staggers dramatically giving you a look of disbelief. You roll your eyes at him. As if your small shove would be enough to destabilise the black panther.
“I bet you thought you were doing something with that bit huh?” You chide, your smile betraying you.
“Well, you’re smiling aren’t you?”
You’re about to retort when T’challa suddenly lifts you up and you scream; your yells of protest are soon replaced with a fit of laughter which you try (and fail) to stifle; it is late at night after all and most of the people within the palace are either sleeping or trying to do so. He sets you down on the handrail, his hands resting on your thighs as you drape your arms over his shoulders, locking your hands together behind his neck.
“If I go to space you have to come with me. We’ll find out what’s hiding behind these boundaries together.” He simply hums in response, “And if you drop me I’m going to kill you,” you deadpan.
“I love you,” he replies.
You're taken aback, his words coming out of nowhere. You had expected a witty remark from him but his eyes are filled with adoration and fondness and you swear you can feel your heart melting. He’s so perfect, fuck, you think to yourself.
“We’re married. If you didn’t love me, I’d be very upset, to say the least.”
You pull him closer to you before peppering his face with kisses, offering an i love after each one.
You have to ask how you got so lucky because T’challa is amazing. So so amazing. The best fucking Husband in the world. Bast, T’challa was so loving and caring and everything you could ever ask for in a man. The love you have for him is insurmountable and you wonder if you’ll ever find a way to convey that.
He lays his head on your chest and you lay yours on his head, his hair tickling your cheek— wrapping your arms around each other.
“Will you sing for me?”
“A king does not sing,” he states and you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“You’ve sang for me once… and let’s not forget that time Ororo caught you singing Frank Ocean when you thought nobody was around.”
He chuckles before moving backwards and offering you a hand to help you down. He pulls you close and tells you he’ll only sing if you dance with him. He has always been cheesy.
You hear the familiar tune of așa’s fire on the mountain and you smile fondly as your bodies sway in sync, the star and moonlight casting a beautiful glow on the two of you and you wish you could live in this moment forever. Forgetting about all the things that exist outside of the bubble that surrounds the two of you as he sings of soldiers and children and you can’t focus on the lyrics- far too infatuated with the man in your arms.
What could space possibly provide? Everything you need is within your reach; nothing beyond the boundaries you spoke of could ever compare.
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Claws
Relationships: Natasha Romanoff x T'Challa Udaku, Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers (mentioned)
Word Count: 586
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: Fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)
"I'm on the phone," Natasha mouthed, ducking out of T'Challa's arms.
He pushed out his bottom lip as he removed his helmut and looked around her apartment. This was one of the few days off they shared. Who could be so important that she was going to waste the little time they could spend together?
"Challa" she hissed when he moved behind her and pulled her down to his lap on the couch. He ignored her annoyance and hooked her knees on the outside of his, spreading her legs wide.
Her baggy Red Hot Chilli Peppers shirt rose up, pooling around her hips. Nat inhaled sharply, glancing at him over her shoulder.
"Sounds like a perfect date," she said into the phone. "for the wedding."
T'Challa's eyes widened and a devious smile spread over his face. There was only two people that were likely on the other end of the phone who'd be talking about a wedding; Steve or Wanda.
He ran the tips of his claws teasingly up the inside of her thighs and Nat shifted slightly.
"Blue & red is a fairly easy colour scheme to work with."
Yeah it's definetely Wanda.
He hooked a claw into the edge of her red panties and pulled them aside. She ground against him and huffed, phone still to her ear.
T'Challa brought his other hand to her face, tapping the pad of one finger against her lips. "Suck," he breathed in her free ear.
"So the bridal party is me, Pepper, Carol, Bucky, Tony, & Pietro," she said before parting her lips and softly sucking T'Challa's gloved finger.
He pulled it away and kissed her cheek. The dampened finger traveled down between her spread legs and made a lazy circle against her clit, claw carefully held away. Nat shuddered, pressing her ass against the bulge in T'Challa's suit.
"You don't sound too keen on dress-shopping."
She dropped her head back against T'Challa's shoulder, hips gyrating and seeking more friction. "I want to fuck you," he murmured. "Think you can keep up your very important conversation then?"
She whimpered quietly. "Sorry, the cat came in looking for food."
T'Challa grinned and removed his suit, pushing Nat up to her feet. She stood on shaky legs as he pushed his underwear halfway down his legs.
He grabbed Nat's hips and led her to lean over the arm of the couch.
"Bachelorette party is bound to be fun," Nat said into the phone.
She dropped it to the couch as T'Challa pushed her panties aside and thrust into her from behind.
"Fuck," she hissed.
"You shouldn't keep your bestfriend waiting," he teased, reaching around to touch her as he began a slow rock.
Nat fumbled with her phone. "Sorry Maximoff, the phone slipped out of my hands. Yes, I'd be happy to."
"I'm sure you would," T'Challa said, picking up his pace, fingertips digging into her hips.
"Challa? Yeah he's doing well."
T'Challa raised an eyebrow, slowing down to a steady rock again.
Nat laughed then and clenched around him, making him groan. "I can't believe Ronan is nearly two already." She pushed back against him, encouragingly.
T'Challa chuckled and pulled almost completely out before slamming back into her, relishing in the sharp gasp he pulled from Nat.
"That sounds great. I'm looking forward to it...you too, Maximoff." She tossed the phone across the couch. "Apparently Maximoff thinks we make a good match."
"Does she really?" T'Challa panted, beginning to lose his rhythm. "Imagine that."
"What a crazy idea."
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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
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“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.”
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