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Lemonade Masterlist

Okay ladies now let’s get in Formation-

Here is the official master list for my original concept for a fan fic to Beyoncé’s Lemonade album. 

Prelude

Pray You Catch Me

Hold Up

Don’t Hurt Yourself

Sorry

6 Inch

Daddy Lessons

Love Drought

Sandcastles

Forward

All Night

Extras:

Love On Top

Family Feud

Black Panther: Lemonade Series is copyright 2018 Briana Breeze Blog, all rights reserved.

Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx

Words: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

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Masterlist

Key List: ( ) means theres some smutty smut 

The Video:( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

Issa Reunion: ( Chapter 1 )  Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4  ( Chapter 5 ) Chapter 6   Chapter 6.5  ( Chapter 7 )  ( Chapter 8/ Final )

Issa Reunion 2.0: 

Issa Reunion Visuals: The House   Vamp Inspo  The Strip Club  Vamp Inspo 2  The New House *Thanks To Taylor*   

Mob Boss Zaddy: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) ( Chapter 3 ) ( Chapter 4 )  Chapter 5  My Lil Grimey Nigga ( Side Chapter )  

Mob Boss Zaddy Visuals: The House   Zaddy Inspo   KuKu 1  KuKu 2  KuKu 3  [ Set 1 ]  [ Set 2 ]  [ Set 3 ]   [ Set 4 ] 

Doctors Orders: ( Chapter 1 )  ( Chapter 2 )

My New Toy: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

The Tutor: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2.5 )

Forbidden: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

Birthday Video Call: ( Part 1 )

Who Is She?: ( Chapter 1 )

One Shots: ( The Apology )  ( Tell Me About Your Day )  ( The Heat )  ( I Hate You )  ( His Personal Lawyer )  ( Oh That’s Funky )  Fuck That BBQ!  

Anon One Shots: Henny Dick   Faked Orgasm   Erik’s Turn Ons   Her Lil Girlfriend  First Kiss  Christina Piercing  He Hit?  Period Comfort  ( Own The Dick )  5 Stages Of Grief  ( I Love You ) 

T’Challa: 

T’Challa’s Daughter 

Let me know if the links don’t work

Recommendations.

Compilation of links to fics I highly recommend. Some of MY personal favorites. I’ll be updating this along with my masterlist. I’M NOT DONE.

Series

Split / Split 2 / Cheater. / Snow Ball @erikismybitch

Champion @killmongersgurl

Sacredly Scarred @whorderofthepheonix

Overstimulated @princessstevens

And Our Cries Fell On Deaf Ears @nemesispawn

My Dope Man / Fumbles /  @killmoncoochie

Summertime Love @blackpantherismyish

Mob Boss Zaddy / My New Toy @eriknutinthispoosy

Hoe Ass Erik / Dirty Little Secrets @vanitykocaine

Apartment Bae  @panthergoddessbast

Say My Name / Disorderly @sonofnjobu

Pray for Me @bury-me-in-the-ocean

What You Need / I’ll Be Around / Purposeful Naivety @killmvnger

Until the Quiet Comes  @muse-of-mbaku

Waffles / When You’re Mad @thehomierobbstark

One-Shot

Nothing Easy to Please @bidibidibombaclaat

Lemon @thebrokenmistakes

Midnight Marathons @lunaerly

Coconut / I love you, King @killmoncoochie

My Queen @sherrybaby14

Green Goddess / Sunday Dinner / Payback @vanitykocaine

His Personal Lawyer @eriknutinthispoosy

Just Take Both @erikismybitch

Gumby / The Coat Room @sonofnjobu

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back [2]

Part 1  The Children's’ Face Claims

Warnings: Mentions of smut, humor, 3k+ words, and foolishness.  This chapter starts off before the crew finds Ramonda smashing on the floor but back in Wakanda with the men. 

(Finally looked up Challa’s office and oh boy,the plethora of sex scenes that ran through my head…lol)

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Masterlist

Smut

Say My Name Part 1, [Part 2], [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Epilogue]

Give It To Me (M’Baku)

Beg For It 

Mr. Stamina (M’Baku)

The Coat Room

Charley Horse

Tradition (M’Baku) [Part 2]

Truth or Dare (M’Baku) [Part 2]

Full Court Press

Fluff

Boyfriend Makeup Challenge 

Gumby

Princess (M’Baku, fic festival)

The Let Out  [Part 2]

2 Hours (M’Baku)

Disorderly

Token

Angst

I Will Be Here

That’s My Boy

Unclaimed

Where Are We? (Post-Infinity War)

Aging Out

I’m Right Here (Post-Infinity War)

Imagines

The Wakanda Boys When They’re Sick

Young Erik

Moodboards

Mr. Stamina (by @great-neckpectations)

Nothing.

T’Challa Udaku.

Requested: No

synopsis: t’challa has dinner with his girlfriend and he has something important to say

Note: the music would be advised for this imagine. what i listened to whilst writing this: il cielo in una stanza (italian), kissing you

Author’s Note: i’m sorry i was gone for so long x

The doorbell rings two times and startles her, she almost drops the plates in her hands. She fumbles with the fine china, she takes a deep breath and places the plates on the table she set for her and her boyfriend. 

She takes a deep breath and checks that everything is set correctly in her dining room, a nervous hand reaches into her hair, fidgeting with it anxiously.

The doorbell sounds again in the quiet apartment. She turns to the door, biting her lip. She clicks the play button for her speaker in the corner and walks briskly to the door. Her shaking hand pauses on the door handle, her teeth still embedded in her glossy bottom lip. She takes one last deep breath and checks her appearance fleetingly in the mirror. 

Seeing nothing abnormal, she lowers the door handle and pulls the door open. 

The oxygen basically flies out of her lungs when her eyes settle on her lover. 

She swoons when he gives the most enchanting smile she’s seen this whole week. “T’Challa,” she breathes, her eyes sparkling like those of a lovesick schoolgirl. Her hand falls from the door handle and quickly finds itself on her lover’s shoulder.

T’Challa looks at her with an easy smile. The sparkle of his teeth reflecting in her irises. His arms embrace her waist, his fingertips dancing shyly against the silk of her dress. “y/n.” He says evenly.

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As he wished.

T’Challa Udaku.

requested: yes - Oh! I don’t know if you do songfic requests but if you do, would you mind doing an Erik or T'Challa fic based off the song ‘Good Man’ by Ne-Yo? I keep smiling at the thought of Erik or T'Challa in a meeting and putting it on hold when they see their lover is calling. - @wakanda-inspired (I couldn’t tag you)

synopsis: t’challa really misses you at his meeting, even though he has just come back from your honeymoon and you were just sleeping together

author’s note: i didn’t know what to do with this one @wakanda-inspired. i’m so sorry but i really wanted to give you something.

warning: Brief Depiction of Nudity, Implied Themes Of A Sexual Nature, Poor Editing

Papers lay strewn over the black vibranium table in the official boardroom of the royal palace of the Golden City. A new session of government was to begin in two weeks and T’Challa was ready for it to end already. His honeymoon had just finished one week ago and he was more than willing and ready to go back to the arms of his wife and his bed. 

He was craving the scent of his wife and the blissful comfort of having no demands made of him, other than his wife’s moans for more pleasure.

“My king? King T’Challa?” The river tribe leader leans over the table, attempting to catch his attention.

T’Challa blinks out of his reverie quickly and clears his throat, “Yes, sir?” He puts his index finger against his temple, barely hiding his disinterest.

“We must discuss further the funding for the dam for the river because if we are to receive further tourists we must have the water controlled further.” The tribe leader speaks emotively and T’Challa feels the inklings of a migraine in his temples.

“Of course and we will—“ T’Challa begins, with his eyes focused on the river tribe leader.

“But we must also think about the money for the border tribe’s extension of the…” the border tribe leader trails off his sentence, his lips quickly becoming stationary as T’Challa sends him a stern look.

“As I was saying,” T’Challa resumes as the border tribe leader clears his throat, “Of course the finances for the dam will be cleared. You’ll be pleased to know that I have already sent a proposal draft to my assistant who will then forward it to the minister of the treasury. And then, you shall hopefully accept the proposal.” T’Challa nods to the river tribe leader and he nods his head slowly in compliance.

“That would be most appreciated.” The tribe leader begins a speech about how good the great king T’Challa is, but T’Challa zones out as he feels a vibration in his left pocket. He frowns as he feels his pant pocket and pulls out an iPhone.

An iPhone his wife gave him, he watches his own reflection on the screen but his wife’s name is on the screen. He smiles at the realisation that she is calling him.

“Excuse me,” he pipes up suddenly, “leaders I must ask that we have a small break from this oh so important meeting. I have an important call to take.” T’Challa doesn’t even wait for those at the table to comprehend what he has said and he stands up from the head of the table and moves briskly into the adjacent room which serves as his part-time office. 

The call ends just as he closes the door of his office. He sighs in frustration and holds the phone in his hands and looks at in confusion. He knew that accepting this phone was a mistake, outsiders’ technology can be so primal and confusing for him. He squints in absolute confusion as he attempts to make the gadget work, and his wife makes it look so easy. 

And then it rings again, just the same as before and T’Challa smiles in delight just from seeing her name on the screen. Now he’s posed with an even more confusing challenge - to answer the call. He recalls his wife answering calls from friends and imitates the motion from his memory.

A small noise indicates the answering of the call and the camera pans to his wife. 

His glorious wife, laying on her back with her glorious naked body displayed purposefully on the camera. T’Challa groans as he sees that her nipples are erect and highlighted beautifully by the sunlight in their bedroom.

“Good morning darling.” She says dreamily. She smirks when she notices that he’s wearing his formal attire, and she knows she’s interrupted something important but most importantly he’s stopped to take her call. “You left without saying good morning or telling me where you were going.” She yawns and lifts her hand to cover her mouth. 

And T’Challa bites his lip, not understanding why that when she is doing the most mundane things she can still be and look like the most desirable woman in the world. Some would say it’s just a side effect of the honeymoon stage, but he would beg to differ.

“I apologise, my love.” He coos sweetly, taking a seat on his chair behind his vibranium desk. “I couldn’t wake you from such a deep sleep, you seemed quite tired.” He places the phone down on his phone stand. He leans forward on his elbows and sighs in contentment.

She chuckles, “And who’s fault is that?” She smirks and rolls over on the bed. T’Challa shrugs with a giggle and she huffs. “Well, I assume you were in a meeting?”

He nods, with a solemn expression, remembering the dull meeting he was in. “Yes, my darling I was.” He interlocks his fingers in front of his face and sighs.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to that then.” She rolls over again and goes back to laying on her back, and T’Challa dreams of physically being on top of her, and not just watching her on a screen. 

Her divine body was so close, yet so far. “No, my love, you must have something else to tell me.” He pleads, attempting to waste time so that the meeting time will end and he’ll be able to go back to her - physically.

She shakes her head and smiles, “No, I have nothing else to say.” She chuckles, understanding what he’s doing. 

“Well, what was the first thing you thought about this morning, my love.” He pipes up suddenly causing her to open her sleepy eyes.

“You.” She chortles. “Now, goodbye King T’Challa.” She waves goodbye at him, and his heart flutters at the sweet expression on her face.

“I’ll see you in a moment Queen y/n.” He sighs and she switches off the call. 

He stands promptly and heads back into the meeting room, only to be stopped by his assistant.

“Your majesty, I regret to inform that the meeting has to have been adjourned,” The man speaks quietly as T’Challa’s eyes pan over the meeting room noticing that only the mining tribe leader is left around the table, but she is only gathering her documents with her own assistant. “It seems that the river tribe leader and the border tribe are not able to keep their squabbles outside of the royal palace walls; so when you were in your office they had a small spat and we couldn’t keep everyone in the room.” His assistant purses his lips as he watches T’Challa pick up his scarf from the back of his chair. 

“Well isn’t that good news then.” T’Challa smiles victoriously. He places his scarf around his shoulders and pats his assistant on the shoulder. “Isn’t B’ast good?” He asks rhetorically as he leaves the room with a victorious chuckle.

And he finds himself on his way to a very sleepy wife to lay in her arms and lay in his bed as he wished.

Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW

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Down For Whatever [1]

Maya asking T’Challa to go to the strip club turns into something more. Thanks to the anon who suggested this and to the other one who reminded me of a lil threesome with Maya x T’Challa x Rih…you are getting your wish bish!

Warnings: 18+

“Is this a trap?” T’Challa asked, peering t his wife as she stood in front of his desk. “No, it’s not a trap.”

She had come to his office after a meeting and expressed her interest in going to a strip club with him. O course he had every reason to think it was a trap because what wife would willingly ask her husband that question? Maya, of course. He realized early on in their relationship that she was, as Erik put it, a down ass chick.

“Are you sure?” He studied her body language intensely. “Stop trying to analyze me, let’s go do something fun! I’m tired of being cooped up in this palace.”

Realizing she might not make this offer again, he sat up straight. “Where do you suggest, Kitten?”

***

The neon sign that read ‘Magic City’ came into view as T’Challa pulled the sleek black Jaguar in the parking lot and looked over to his wife, who was nonchalantly counting one stack of the $100k.

“How did I end up with you?” He asked, looking at her in awe. “I ask myself that question everyday.” She mumbled.

“Was that a compliment?”

“It’s what you want it to be, baby.” Smiling, she got out of the car and waited for him. “I keep telling you to let me open the door for you, Bast woman.”

Intertwining his fingers with hers, they walked in the entrance of the Miami strip joint and picked a spot. “Should I be worried about you leaving me for a woman?”

Maya’s bisexuality was never an issue for him because they were married but sometimes he wondered if a woman was interesting enough to catch his Queen’s eye.

Rolling her eyes, she took out two bands and handed on to him. “No, nigga.”

The party soon began and the incognito Royal couple were surrounded by strippers. T’Challa didn’t know how to act at first, if it were a moment with Erik he would be grinning from ear to ear with his cousin. But often times he felt himself glancing over at Maya, who was having a better time than he was.

“Yes bitch! You better!” Throwing another $20 at the pretty redhead with the fat ass, she slapped the short brown skin strippers ass. “Loosen up, Kumkani.” She winked before standing up and twerking with the strippers.

Watching his wife grind up on another woman did something to him, “Oh Bast.” Covering his growing erection with his hand, he continued to watch. He had gotten an idea, he wasn’t sure if Maya would be into it but it was worth asking.

Handing her husband a drink to loosen him up, she began dancing in front of him. “Baby, I’m not going to beat your ass. Throw the damn money and have some fun.”

Nodding, he took a sip and finally enjoyed this odd but special quality time with his wife.

Heading back into their secluded rented out Condo for the weekend, Maya kicked off her shoes and walked to the master bathroom. “I had so much fun!”

Following her, he nodded. “Me too.”

“It took you so long though but I’m glad you did.” She stripped down to her underwear and looked back at her husband who had a distant look. “You still smell ass and flat irons?” SHe asked jokingly.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “No, when I was in there, I had an epiphany. Well an idea of sorts”

“Well shot.”

“No, no it’s silly. You probably wouldn’t be up to it.”

“Challa, tell me.”

Sighing, he sat on the marble counter. “Seeing you there with those women was such a turn on to me something came to mind.”

“What?”

“A threesome-” His voice lowered and he looked up at her after she took awhile to respond. “You-T’Challa Udaku, want to share me in a threesome?”

“Yes, I want to watch you and another woman together.” His mouth watered at the idea, “And then I want to please you.”

Biting her lip, she looked at the floor. “I-I don’t know, who would we get for it?”

“Whoever you want,” Jumping off the counter to approach her, he pulled her in. “I guess I have a few people in mind.” She felt like she was tripping.

Pushing him back, she looked up at him. “Is this a trap?” He laughed at his own words being used against him. “No, not at all. I would just like to try something new and for one time only. No strings attached.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll get started on looking up some hoes then.”

He laughed, “Okay.”

What the hell is happening? She asked herself. She wasn’t opposed to it but damn her man was definitely making her scratch her head.

“Let’s do this.”

Tags: @chaneajoyyy @sisterwifeudaku @90sinspiredgirl @cosmicmelaninflower @mufasathatniggatho @maddiestundentwritergaines @theblulife @ashanti-notthesinger @destinio1 @zaddysqueen7 @ororowrites

If you want to be tagged in anything let me know!

Lemonade Masterlist

Okay ladies now let’s get in Formation-

Here is the official master list for my original concept for a fan fic to Beyoncé’s Lemonade album. 

Prelude

Pray You Catch Me

Hold Up

Don’t Hurt Yourself

Sorry

6 Inch

Daddy Lessons

Love Drought

Sandcastles

Forward

All Night

Extras:

Love On Top

Family Feud

Black Panther: Lemonade Series is copyright 2018 Briana Breeze Blog, all rights reserved.

Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx

Words: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

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Masterlist

Key List: ( ) means theres some smutty smut 

The Video:( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

Issa Reunion: ( Chapter 1 )  Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4  ( Chapter 5 ) Chapter 6   Chapter 6.5  ( Chapter 7 )  ( Chapter 8/ Final )

Issa Reunion 2.0: 

Issa Reunion Visuals: The House   Vamp Inspo  The Strip Club  Vamp Inspo 2  The New House *Thanks To Taylor*   

Mob Boss Zaddy: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) ( Chapter 3 ) ( Chapter 4 )  Chapter 5  My Lil Grimey Nigga ( Side Chapter )  

Mob Boss Zaddy Visuals: The House   Zaddy Inspo   KuKu 1  KuKu 2  KuKu 3  [ Set 1 ]  [ Set 2 ]  [ Set 3 ]   [ Set 4 ] 

Doctors Orders: ( Chapter 1 )  ( Chapter 2 )

My New Toy: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

The Tutor: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2.5 )

Forbidden: ( Part 1 )  ( Part 2 )

Birthday Video Call: ( Part 1 )

Who Is She?: ( Chapter 1 )

One Shots: ( The Apology )  ( Tell Me About Your Day )  ( The Heat )  ( I Hate You )  ( His Personal Lawyer )  ( Oh That’s Funky )  Fuck That BBQ!  

Anon One Shots: Henny Dick   Faked Orgasm   Erik’s Turn Ons   Her Lil Girlfriend  First Kiss  Christina Piercing  He Hit?  Period Comfort  ( Own The Dick )  5 Stages Of Grief  ( I Love You ) 

T’Challa: 

T’Challa’s Daughter 

Let me know if the links don’t work

Recommendations.

Compilation of links to fics I highly recommend. Some of MY personal favorites. I’ll be updating this along with my masterlist. I’M NOT DONE.

Series

Split / Split 2 / Cheater. / Snow Ball @erikismybitch

Champion @killmongersgurl

Sacredly Scarred @whorderofthepheonix

Overstimulated @princessstevens

And Our Cries Fell On Deaf Ears @nemesispawn

My Dope Man / Fumbles /  @killmoncoochie

Summertime Love @blackpantherismyish

Mob Boss Zaddy / My New Toy @eriknutinthispoosy

Hoe Ass Erik / Dirty Little Secrets @vanitykocaine

Apartment Bae  @panthergoddessbast

Say My Name / Disorderly @sonofnjobu

Pray for Me @bury-me-in-the-ocean

What You Need / I’ll Be Around / Purposeful Naivety @killmvnger

Until the Quiet Comes  @muse-of-mbaku

Waffles / When You’re Mad @thehomierobbstark

One-Shot

Nothing Easy to Please @bidibidibombaclaat

Lemon @thebrokenmistakes

Midnight Marathons @lunaerly

Coconut / I love you, King @killmoncoochie

My Queen @sherrybaby14

Green Goddess / Sunday Dinner / Payback @vanitykocaine

His Personal Lawyer @eriknutinthispoosy

Just Take Both @erikismybitch

Gumby / The Coat Room @sonofnjobu

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back [2]

Part 1  The Children's’ Face Claims

Warnings: Mentions of smut, humor, 3k+ words, and foolishness.  This chapter starts off before the crew finds Ramonda smashing on the floor but back in Wakanda with the men. 

(Finally looked up Challa’s office and oh boy,the plethora of sex scenes that ran through my head…lol)

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Masterlist

Smut

Say My Name Part 1, [Part 2], [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Epilogue]

Give It To Me (M’Baku)

Beg For It 

Mr. Stamina (M’Baku)

The Coat Room

Charley Horse

Tradition (M’Baku) [Part 2]

Truth or Dare (M’Baku) [Part 2]

Full Court Press

Fluff

Boyfriend Makeup Challenge 

Gumby

Princess (M’Baku, fic festival)

The Let Out  [Part 2]

2 Hours (M’Baku)

Disorderly

Token

Angst

I Will Be Here

That’s My Boy

Unclaimed

Where Are We? (Post-Infinity War)

Aging Out

I’m Right Here (Post-Infinity War)

Imagines

The Wakanda Boys When They’re Sick

Young Erik

Moodboards

Mr. Stamina (by @great-neckpectations)

Nothing.

T’Challa Udaku.

Requested: No

synopsis: t’challa has dinner with his girlfriend and he has something important to say

Note: the music would be advised for this imagine. what i listened to whilst writing this: il cielo in una stanza (italian), kissing you

Author’s Note: i’m sorry i was gone for so long x

The doorbell rings two times and startles her, she almost drops the plates in her hands. She fumbles with the fine china, she takes a deep breath and places the plates on the table she set for her and her boyfriend. 

She takes a deep breath and checks that everything is set correctly in her dining room, a nervous hand reaches into her hair, fidgeting with it anxiously.

The doorbell sounds again in the quiet apartment. She turns to the door, biting her lip. She clicks the play button for her speaker in the corner and walks briskly to the door. Her shaking hand pauses on the door handle, her teeth still embedded in her glossy bottom lip. She takes one last deep breath and checks her appearance fleetingly in the mirror. 

Seeing nothing abnormal, she lowers the door handle and pulls the door open. 

The oxygen basically flies out of her lungs when her eyes settle on her lover. 

She swoons when he gives the most enchanting smile she’s seen this whole week. “T’Challa,” she breathes, her eyes sparkling like those of a lovesick schoolgirl. Her hand falls from the door handle and quickly finds itself on her lover’s shoulder.

T’Challa looks at her with an easy smile. The sparkle of his teeth reflecting in her irises. His arms embrace her waist, his fingertips dancing shyly against the silk of her dress. “y/n.” He says evenly.

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As he wished.

T’Challa Udaku.

requested: yes - Oh! I don’t know if you do songfic requests but if you do, would you mind doing an Erik or T'Challa fic based off the song ‘Good Man’ by Ne-Yo? I keep smiling at the thought of Erik or T'Challa in a meeting and putting it on hold when they see their lover is calling. - @wakanda-inspired (I couldn’t tag you)

synopsis: t’challa really misses you at his meeting, even though he has just come back from your honeymoon and you were just sleeping together

author’s note: i didn’t know what to do with this one @wakanda-inspired. i’m so sorry but i really wanted to give you something.

warning: Brief Depiction of Nudity, Implied Themes Of A Sexual Nature, Poor Editing

Papers lay strewn over the black vibranium table in the official boardroom of the royal palace of the Golden City. A new session of government was to begin in two weeks and T’Challa was ready for it to end already. His honeymoon had just finished one week ago and he was more than willing and ready to go back to the arms of his wife and his bed. 

He was craving the scent of his wife and the blissful comfort of having no demands made of him, other than his wife’s moans for more pleasure.

“My king? King T’Challa?” The river tribe leader leans over the table, attempting to catch his attention.

T’Challa blinks out of his reverie quickly and clears his throat, “Yes, sir?” He puts his index finger against his temple, barely hiding his disinterest.

“We must discuss further the funding for the dam for the river because if we are to receive further tourists we must have the water controlled further.” The tribe leader speaks emotively and T’Challa feels the inklings of a migraine in his temples.

“Of course and we will—“ T’Challa begins, with his eyes focused on the river tribe leader.

“But we must also think about the money for the border tribe’s extension of the…” the border tribe leader trails off his sentence, his lips quickly becoming stationary as T’Challa sends him a stern look.

“As I was saying,” T’Challa resumes as the border tribe leader clears his throat, “Of course the finances for the dam will be cleared. You’ll be pleased to know that I have already sent a proposal draft to my assistant who will then forward it to the minister of the treasury. And then, you shall hopefully accept the proposal.” T’Challa nods to the river tribe leader and he nods his head slowly in compliance.

“That would be most appreciated.” The tribe leader begins a speech about how good the great king T’Challa is, but T’Challa zones out as he feels a vibration in his left pocket. He frowns as he feels his pant pocket and pulls out an iPhone.

An iPhone his wife gave him, he watches his own reflection on the screen but his wife’s name is on the screen. He smiles at the realisation that she is calling him.

“Excuse me,” he pipes up suddenly, “leaders I must ask that we have a small break from this oh so important meeting. I have an important call to take.” T’Challa doesn’t even wait for those at the table to comprehend what he has said and he stands up from the head of the table and moves briskly into the adjacent room which serves as his part-time office. 

The call ends just as he closes the door of his office. He sighs in frustration and holds the phone in his hands and looks at in confusion. He knew that accepting this phone was a mistake, outsiders’ technology can be so primal and confusing for him. He squints in absolute confusion as he attempts to make the gadget work, and his wife makes it look so easy. 

And then it rings again, just the same as before and T’Challa smiles in delight just from seeing her name on the screen. Now he’s posed with an even more confusing challenge - to answer the call. He recalls his wife answering calls from friends and imitates the motion from his memory.

A small noise indicates the answering of the call and the camera pans to his wife. 

His glorious wife, laying on her back with her glorious naked body displayed purposefully on the camera. T’Challa groans as he sees that her nipples are erect and highlighted beautifully by the sunlight in their bedroom.

“Good morning darling.” She says dreamily. She smirks when she notices that he’s wearing his formal attire, and she knows she’s interrupted something important but most importantly he’s stopped to take her call. “You left without saying good morning or telling me where you were going.” She yawns and lifts her hand to cover her mouth. 

And T’Challa bites his lip, not understanding why that when she is doing the most mundane things she can still be and look like the most desirable woman in the world. Some would say it’s just a side effect of the honeymoon stage, but he would beg to differ.

“I apologise, my love.” He coos sweetly, taking a seat on his chair behind his vibranium desk. “I couldn’t wake you from such a deep sleep, you seemed quite tired.” He places the phone down on his phone stand. He leans forward on his elbows and sighs in contentment.

She chuckles, “And who’s fault is that?” She smirks and rolls over on the bed. T’Challa shrugs with a giggle and she huffs. “Well, I assume you were in a meeting?”

He nods, with a solemn expression, remembering the dull meeting he was in. “Yes, my darling I was.” He interlocks his fingers in front of his face and sighs.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to that then.” She rolls over again and goes back to laying on her back, and T’Challa dreams of physically being on top of her, and not just watching her on a screen. 

Her divine body was so close, yet so far. “No, my love, you must have something else to tell me.” He pleads, attempting to waste time so that the meeting time will end and he’ll be able to go back to her - physically.

She shakes her head and smiles, “No, I have nothing else to say.” She chuckles, understanding what he’s doing. 

“Well, what was the first thing you thought about this morning, my love.” He pipes up suddenly causing her to open her sleepy eyes.

“You.” She chortles. “Now, goodbye King T’Challa.” She waves goodbye at him, and his heart flutters at the sweet expression on her face.

“I’ll see you in a moment Queen y/n.” He sighs and she switches off the call. 

He stands promptly and heads back into the meeting room, only to be stopped by his assistant.

“Your majesty, I regret to inform that the meeting has to have been adjourned,” The man speaks quietly as T’Challa’s eyes pan over the meeting room noticing that only the mining tribe leader is left around the table, but she is only gathering her documents with her own assistant. “It seems that the river tribe leader and the border tribe are not able to keep their squabbles outside of the royal palace walls; so when you were in your office they had a small spat and we couldn’t keep everyone in the room.” His assistant purses his lips as he watches T’Challa pick up his scarf from the back of his chair. 

“Well isn’t that good news then.” T’Challa smiles victoriously. He places his scarf around his shoulders and pats his assistant on the shoulder. “Isn’t B’ast good?” He asks rhetorically as he leaves the room with a victorious chuckle.

And he finds himself on his way to a very sleepy wife to lay in her arms and lay in his bed as he wished.

Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW

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Down For Whatever [1]

Maya asking T’Challa to go to the strip club turns into something more. Thanks to the anon who suggested this and to the other one who reminded me of a lil threesome with Maya x T’Challa x Rih…you are getting your wish bish!

Warnings: 18+

“Is this a trap?” T’Challa asked, peering t his wife as she stood in front of his desk. “No, it’s not a trap.”

She had come to his office after a meeting and expressed her interest in going to a strip club with him. O course he had every reason to think it was a trap because what wife would willingly ask her husband that question? Maya, of course. He realized early on in their relationship that she was, as Erik put it, a down ass chick.

“Are you sure?” He studied her body language intensely. “Stop trying to analyze me, let’s go do something fun! I’m tired of being cooped up in this palace.”

Realizing she might not make this offer again, he sat up straight. “Where do you suggest, Kitten?”

***

The neon sign that read ‘Magic City’ came into view as T’Challa pulled the sleek black Jaguar in the parking lot and looked over to his wife, who was nonchalantly counting one stack of the $100k.

“How did I end up with you?” He asked, looking at her in awe. “I ask myself that question everyday.” She mumbled.

“Was that a compliment?”

“It’s what you want it to be, baby.” Smiling, she got out of the car and waited for him. “I keep telling you to let me open the door for you, Bast woman.”

Intertwining his fingers with hers, they walked in the entrance of the Miami strip joint and picked a spot. “Should I be worried about you leaving me for a woman?”

Maya’s bisexuality was never an issue for him because they were married but sometimes he wondered if a woman was interesting enough to catch his Queen’s eye.

Rolling her eyes, she took out two bands and handed on to him. “No, nigga.”

The party soon began and the incognito Royal couple were surrounded by strippers. T’Challa didn’t know how to act at first, if it were a moment with Erik he would be grinning from ear to ear with his cousin. But often times he felt himself glancing over at Maya, who was having a better time than he was.

“Yes bitch! You better!” Throwing another $20 at the pretty redhead with the fat ass, she slapped the short brown skin strippers ass. “Loosen up, Kumkani.” She winked before standing up and twerking with the strippers.

Watching his wife grind up on another woman did something to him, “Oh Bast.” Covering his growing erection with his hand, he continued to watch. He had gotten an idea, he wasn’t sure if Maya would be into it but it was worth asking.

Handing her husband a drink to loosen him up, she began dancing in front of him. “Baby, I’m not going to beat your ass. Throw the damn money and have some fun.”

Nodding, he took a sip and finally enjoyed this odd but special quality time with his wife.

Heading back into their secluded rented out Condo for the weekend, Maya kicked off her shoes and walked to the master bathroom. “I had so much fun!”

Following her, he nodded. “Me too.”

“It took you so long though but I’m glad you did.” She stripped down to her underwear and looked back at her husband who had a distant look. “You still smell ass and flat irons?” SHe asked jokingly.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “No, when I was in there, I had an epiphany. Well an idea of sorts”

“Well shot.”

“No, no it’s silly. You probably wouldn’t be up to it.”

“Challa, tell me.”

Sighing, he sat on the marble counter. “Seeing you there with those women was such a turn on to me something came to mind.”

“What?”

“A threesome-” His voice lowered and he looked up at her after she took awhile to respond. “You-T’Challa Udaku, want to share me in a threesome?”

“Yes, I want to watch you and another woman together.” His mouth watered at the idea, “And then I want to please you.”

Biting her lip, she looked at the floor. “I-I don’t know, who would we get for it?”

“Whoever you want,” Jumping off the counter to approach her, he pulled her in. “I guess I have a few people in mind.” She felt like she was tripping.

Pushing him back, she looked up at him. “Is this a trap?” He laughed at his own words being used against him. “No, not at all. I would just like to try something new and for one time only. No strings attached.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll get started on looking up some hoes then.”

He laughed, “Okay.”

What the hell is happening? She asked herself. She wasn’t opposed to it but damn her man was definitely making her scratch her head.

“Let’s do this.”

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