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Master List Of My Master List
Im starting college next week and I don’t know if I have time to update like I usually do. I’ll be busy moving in and starting classes so here’s a small ass list of all my master list. My last class of the day ends at 2:30 so of course I will write more in the near future but anywho enjoy these for the time being whores
Surfaced Master List *T’challa x POC (Mermaid) Reader* [Fairytale Series]
Letters To Y/N *Chadwick x POC Reader* (Finished)
Doll House *T’challa,Erik Killmonger, M’Baku,Lakeith Stanfield Fan Fic*
Honey Love *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic* (Finished)
Honey Love 2 *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic*
Head Canons and One Shots
Scarlet Rose *Erik Killmonger x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Dawn Before Darkness *Lakeith Stanfield x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Red *Erik Killmonger Fanfic* (Coming Soon)
BlackPantherImagines Masterlist
Updated: 08/23/2018
These are all the stories that I have written so far, I will update them as I finish the series and one shots! This list only consist of Reader Inserts (Y/N) because I ONLY WRITE READER INSERTS! (Please keep that in mind when you send in a request.)
I write for any MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) character, but the main theme of my blog is Black Panther. You can send in request via Ask/Message, I’ll tag you unless you want to be anonymous.
Warning: Most stories include NSFW themes/context.
I DO NOT WRITE:
T’Cherik/T’Shuri/N’Shuri or any other disgusting incestual relationship people come up with. (ANY INCESTUAL REQUEST WILL BE BLOCKED!)
Shuri with any man that is older than her. (I will write inserts with you and Shuri.)
NON-CON/RAPE
Everything else is open, unless I say otherwise.
I. First Love (One shot)
Erik and You have been friends for a long time, but one night and one mistake changes your relationship for the worse.
“Erik, listen to me. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean for it to happen..”
II. Liberation
You go out with a friend for a much needed break from school and life.
“You didn’t know this man, but something in his gaze was… Predatory.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III
III. Operation: Honey Pot
You are sent out to obtain information on Ulysses Klaw, you will do whatever is necessary to complete your mission.
“If they wanted the Target alive, you were a Bounty Hunter. But if they wanted the Target dead, well then… You did what you have to do.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV •|• Part V •|• Finale I •|• Finale II •|• Finale III
IV. Countdown (One shot)
Erik has been away from home for a long time, and you’ve missed him dearly, simultaneously making the people around you suffer.
“The side of his bed was ice cold, but you started to sleep with pillow, his scent seemed to be embedded in the goose feathers and it helped soothe your mind.”
V. Soft. (One shot)
Erik has been sent to kill someone important, a quick and easy mission turns into a hard decision to save his career or his heart.
“He didn’t stop, and he didn’t respond, even when his heart studdered in his chest at your admission.”
VI. ILANGA (Updating Series)
An Unknown form has crashed into the Great Vibranium Hill.
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
VII. Death of A Bachelor (One shot)
Erik’s bachelor life is about to end, may he rest in peace.
“But I love you, usana,” he uttered in that foreign language close to your ear. He rarely spoke it around you, only on the phone with certain people and when he was trying to get under your skin. Like right now.”
Part I •|• Part II
VIII. The Library (One Shot)
You, Erik and some spiked tea in an empty library at midnight, a recipe for success.
“Y’know what goes good with a warm cup of tea?” you heard the woman speak and you turned to look at her. Once she saw that your attention was on her, she continued. “A really good book, there’s a library across the street, opened just as late as me.”
IX. Soldier (Drabble)
AU!Gender-bender(Female Erik Killmonger) drabble inspired by A Masterpiece.
“This was the most she has ever said in your presence, and as you listened to her raspy slurs you couldn’t help the racing of your heart.”
I. Cyber Girl (One shot)
Erik introduces T’Challa to internet porn and he later on discovers Live Cam Girls.
“Enter your password, Imma show you some enlightening shit.”
II. Insubordinate (Updating Series)
T’Challa takes punishment in his own hands when he approaches a wayward War Dog about her lack of responsibility.
“T’Challa looked to your form kneeling at his feet, you were topless. He felt his eye twitch in irritation, and he felt heat bloom in his chest. Jealousy.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
I. Flower Girl (One shot)
You go out to find Shuri after you wake up alone in bed.
“You grabbed another flower from behind you; a beautiful, bright blue orchid that you’ve only seen in this garden.”
I. The Parlor (T’Challa Udaku + Reader + N’Jadaka Udaku)
Part I •|• Part II
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Want to be tagged in my stories? Go here!
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.
Keep reading
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.
* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)
Word Count: 2,677
Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW
Keep reading
* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
Master List Of My Master List
Im starting college next week and I don’t know if I have time to update like I usually do. I’ll be busy moving in and starting classes so here’s a small ass list of all my master list. My last class of the day ends at 2:30 so of course I will write more in the near future but anywho enjoy these for the time being whores
Surfaced Master List *T’challa x POC (Mermaid) Reader* [Fairytale Series]
Letters To Y/N *Chadwick x POC Reader* (Finished)
Doll House *T’challa,Erik Killmonger, M’Baku,Lakeith Stanfield Fan Fic*
Honey Love *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic* (Finished)
Honey Love 2 *Chadwick/Michael B/Lakeith Stanfield Fanfic*
Head Canons and One Shots
Scarlet Rose *Erik Killmonger x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Dawn Before Darkness *Lakeith Stanfield x POC Reader* [Fairytale Series](Coming Soon)
Red *Erik Killmonger Fanfic* (Coming Soon)
BlackPantherImagines Masterlist
Updated: 08/23/2018
These are all the stories that I have written so far, I will update them as I finish the series and one shots! This list only consist of Reader Inserts (Y/N) because I ONLY WRITE READER INSERTS! (Please keep that in mind when you send in a request.)
I write for any MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) character, but the main theme of my blog is Black Panther. You can send in request via Ask/Message, I’ll tag you unless you want to be anonymous.
Warning: Most stories include NSFW themes/context.
I DO NOT WRITE:
T’Cherik/T’Shuri/N’Shuri or any other disgusting incestual relationship people come up with. (ANY INCESTUAL REQUEST WILL BE BLOCKED!)
Shuri with any man that is older than her. (I will write inserts with you and Shuri.)
NON-CON/RAPE
Everything else is open, unless I say otherwise.
I. First Love (One shot)
Erik and You have been friends for a long time, but one night and one mistake changes your relationship for the worse.
“Erik, listen to me. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean for it to happen..”
II. Liberation
You go out with a friend for a much needed break from school and life.
“You didn’t know this man, but something in his gaze was… Predatory.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III
III. Operation: Honey Pot
You are sent out to obtain information on Ulysses Klaw, you will do whatever is necessary to complete your mission.
“If they wanted the Target alive, you were a Bounty Hunter. But if they wanted the Target dead, well then… You did what you have to do.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV •|• Part V •|• Finale I •|• Finale II •|• Finale III
IV. Countdown (One shot)
Erik has been away from home for a long time, and you’ve missed him dearly, simultaneously making the people around you suffer.
“The side of his bed was ice cold, but you started to sleep with pillow, his scent seemed to be embedded in the goose feathers and it helped soothe your mind.”
V. Soft. (One shot)
Erik has been sent to kill someone important, a quick and easy mission turns into a hard decision to save his career or his heart.
“He didn’t stop, and he didn’t respond, even when his heart studdered in his chest at your admission.”
VI. ILANGA (Updating Series)
An Unknown form has crashed into the Great Vibranium Hill.
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
VII. Death of A Bachelor (One shot)
Erik’s bachelor life is about to end, may he rest in peace.
“But I love you, usana,” he uttered in that foreign language close to your ear. He rarely spoke it around you, only on the phone with certain people and when he was trying to get under your skin. Like right now.”
Part I •|• Part II
VIII. The Library (One Shot)
You, Erik and some spiked tea in an empty library at midnight, a recipe for success.
“Y’know what goes good with a warm cup of tea?” you heard the woman speak and you turned to look at her. Once she saw that your attention was on her, she continued. “A really good book, there’s a library across the street, opened just as late as me.”
IX. Soldier (Drabble)
AU!Gender-bender(Female Erik Killmonger) drabble inspired by A Masterpiece.
“This was the most she has ever said in your presence, and as you listened to her raspy slurs you couldn’t help the racing of your heart.”
I. Cyber Girl (One shot)
Erik introduces T’Challa to internet porn and he later on discovers Live Cam Girls.
“Enter your password, Imma show you some enlightening shit.”
II. Insubordinate (Updating Series)
T’Challa takes punishment in his own hands when he approaches a wayward War Dog about her lack of responsibility.
“T’Challa looked to your form kneeling at his feet, you were topless. He felt his eye twitch in irritation, and he felt heat bloom in his chest. Jealousy.”
Part I •|• Part II •|• Part III •|• Part IV
I. Flower Girl (One shot)
You go out to find Shuri after you wake up alone in bed.
“You grabbed another flower from behind you; a beautiful, bright blue orchid that you’ve only seen in this garden.”
I. The Parlor (T’Challa Udaku + Reader + N’Jadaka Udaku)
Part I •|• Part II
|||||
Want to be tagged in my stories? Go here!
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.
Keep reading
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.
* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)
Word Count: 2,677
Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW
Keep reading
* = Smut
X = Written Before the release of Black Panther (Information may be inaccurate// not align with the film)
Updated: 4/24/2019
T’Challa:
One-Shots:
X - Cats (One-Shot)
X - Why - PART 2 (Smut) *
- Enough For Now (One-Shot)
Headcanons:
X - Height Headcanons
X - Child Prince Headcanons
X - Jealousy Headcanon
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Kinks Headcanons *
- Dom/Sub Headcanons *
Erik Killmonger:
One-Shots:
X - Late Again (Drabble)
X - Halloween Party (One-Shot // Smut) *
X - Imprint (One-Shot // Smut)*
- A Man In Love (Drabble) *
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- Daddy’s Home (One-Shot)
- Y’all Again? (One-Shot)
- Okay? Okay. (One-Shot)
- Prisoner of Love (One-Shot)
- Family Cookout (Blurb)
Headcanons:
X - Expecting Headcanons
X - Food Headcanons
X - Crying Headcanon
X - NSFW Headcanons *
X - Foot Fetish Headcanon * - PART 2 *
X - Halloween Headcanons
X - Lingerie Headcanon *
X - Jealous Headcanons
Series:
- Kevin’s Heart: Part One - Part Two
- Untitled Series: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six -Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Ty’s Blurb - Untitled Series Directory
M’Baku:
One-Shots:
- V.I.P (Erik x Reader x M’Baku // Smut)*
- You Owe Her An Apology (Drabble)
Headcanons:
- Scraped M’Baku Headcanon
- M’Baku Titty Worship Headcanon *
- Whipped Headcanon
Series:
- The Prince: Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Bucky Barnes:
Series:
- Red Heads (Smut)* - PART 2
Trevante Rhodes:
One-Shots:
- Heat (Smut)*
- A “Warning” Kiss (Blurb)
- Touch Down (One-Shot)
Series:
- Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
- Dadvante Series: Cake - You Want A What? - A “Please” Kiss (Blurb) - Cake III (Coming soon)
Miscellaneous:
- Wakandan Boys Foot Fetish (ft.TChalla, Erik, M’Baku, WKabi, Bucky, Everett)*
- Is This Love? (Morkurra x Reader)
- Tag List (Coming Soon)
~*~
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything! I haven’t made an updated masterlist in a very long time
As we all predicted, I just saw black panther and I freaking LOVED IT. *makes grabby hands for requests and beta readers*
What do I mean by beta readers, you ask? Good question.
As a half asian, half ... well, basically everything in Europe, woman - I want to make 100% sure my portrayal of POCS and their culture(s) is accurate. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know squat. And reading a guide just isn’t the right approach in my opinion. So I’m looking for some lovely POC readers (African American/Black) to proof read my works before I post them, to make sure I don’t make mistakes. Send me an instant message if you’re interested, and keep an eye out for some content to come your way!
Its also of note that i WILL NOT WRITE any of the black panther characters with a white reader. I’m sorry, but I won’t do it.
anyway - send requests my way pretty please!
Dating T’Challa Would Include...
Thank you to my lovely beta readers for going over this with me! This is also my first Black Panther content, hooray! I hope you all enjoy! gif credit (x)
You know that the young prince completely froze the second he saw you for the first time. Mid-sentence, he had trailed off in a conversation with his father when you had approached him for an introduction.
It took an elbow to the ribs from Shuri to snap him out of it.
Speaking of Shuri - the two of you are best friends. Other than T’Challa of course. At least a quarter of the practical jokes she plays on her brother were your idea in the first place.
T’Challa is an expert when it comes to your hair. However long it takes you to tame, wash, detangle and style your locks - your lover can get it done in half the time with zero fuss or painful yanks. Something about the way his fingers would work through the strands and his soft kisses to your neck was so relaxing.
So. Many. Forehead. Kisses! Being the King and future Queen of Wakanda meant you two had to be diplomatic whenever you were in public. Instead of full on make out sessions whenever you made his heart flutter, he’ll cup your face and place a tender kiss on your forehead instead.
On that note - you two are known for ‘disappearing’ every once in a while. It’s not unusual for someone to find you in an abandoned closet or an empty hallway being very... undiplomatic.
Whenever T’Challa has to leave you - he always brings you something back. Even if it was simply to visit the border tribe, your lover would return with at a fresh flower or a treat from the market that he knew you loved.
The longer he’s gone, the bigger the souvenir you receive upon his homecoming. You can still remember the first time he had gone on a cross country mission for three weeks, he had stumbled out of the aircraft with a giant stuffed teddy bear as big as he was for you. Even the Queen Mother was in stitches from laughing so hard.
You’ve developed a habit of playing with his hands when he’s upset. Experience has told you that T’Challa needs some quiet time to think when he’s angry, you’re the only one he’ll allow within arms reach until he’s calmed down. You had taken his hand in yours for comfort at first, but soon enough you were gently stroking his fingers and massaging his palms. You know he’s back to normal when he brings your joined hands to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
You guys are such cuddlers. You can’t help it. There’s a spot on his chest that was built for you to rest on, telling each other about your day or exchanging slow kisses in lieu of words. Even if everything goes wrong with your day, you can count on T’Challa’s arms being open for you at the end of the day.
Want NSFW headcanons? Or maybe headcanons for someone else? Let me know! I’ll see you guys next time!
Long Live the Queen
Requested by Anonymous: Can I request a fic where the reader (who is a bit younger than T’Challa) is now the Queen and is a little nervous to leave Wakanda for the first time? Sorry that’s not really much of a plot. Pairing: T’Challa x Black!Female Reader Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, the sweetest newlyweds acting like children. Vague NSFW references, but no actual smut. Word Count: 1.3K Translations: Sithandwa sam - my darling. Umhle - beautiful. A/N: I am hardly fluent in Xhosa, so I used google translate to help me out. I apologize if anything is incorrect! gif credit.
“- Sithandwa sam? Are you ready to go?”
Blissfully unaware of your husband’s presence, you continued to sort through the ever expanding collection of jewelry you had acquired over your lifetime. You and T’Challa would be leaving for a week in France today, spending half the morning fretting of your wardrobe and what to bring. For fear of accidental injury or some kind of public incident, you had already ruled out the pieces given to you by an exuberant Shuri. You were still getting used to the beautiful wedding band she had designed for you and T’Challa, littered with your favorite stones while also connected to your Kimoyo Beads ‘just in case’. At least the family engagement ring had remained untouched, passed from the Queen Mother Ramonda to you with great pride. The ring had meant so much to your mother in law, especially after the death of her husband. Yet according to the wedding toasts you heard over a week ago, she had forbidden to allow her son to propose marriage with any other ring.
“You should take these,” T’Challa murmured in your ear. If it wasn’t for the warm hand on the small of your back, you would have leapt right out of your new dress. He was holding one of your favourite earrings aloft, a present he’d given you after a year of being together. “You see? They’re perfect to complement those beautiful eyes of yours,” You tried and failed to hide the smile he brought upon you, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes before nodding decisively. “Wonderful choice, handsome. And a completely unbiased one, I trust?”
“Of course!” He laughed, trading the earring in his hand in exchange for a gentle kiss from his new bride. Unable to stop smiling since the day you were married, you ended up stifling your laughter against T’Challa’s mouth. As if he had been offended, he broke away from the kiss to fix you with a small pout that ended up making you laugh even harder. “What is it? What’s so funny?” He prodded, chasing you around in circles while you tried to escape the vicious circle of giggles.
Neither of you had realized how loud your squeals and his laughter had been until someone cleared their throat from the doorway of your shared bedroom. Your beloved General Okoye had been waiting outside in the hall, skittering to a stop once you saw the unimpressed expression on her face.
“For Bast’s sake!” she groaned, rolling her eyes as her head hit the solid wood of your door with a dull thunk. “Here I thought that the King and Queen were packing for their trip, instead I come to find you chasing your tails!”
“I am sorry if we startled you, Okoye. I was just -” before T’Challa could speak further, the General had straightened to her impeccable posture once again. “Playing children’s games? I haven’t seen you do that since you were four years old.”
“I would have been only one at that time!” You protested with a huff. “Aye – I didn’t mean you!” Okoye made a vague gesture towards your husband at that. “Either way, we were meant to leave in less than an hour. Will you be ready to leave by then, Your Highnesses?” Like children who had been caught playing after bed time, you and T’Challa moved as one to finish packing and zipping up your suitcases. With a firm nod, Okoye turned on her heel and headed for the door.
You were beyond grateful that the head of your husband’s personal security was such a dear friend to both of you. Okoye had been more like a big sister to you than an intimidating warrior, treating you no differently when you were with friends or family now that you were her Queen. A grand total of thirty seconds passed after she left before the Black Panther finally spoke up. “You know – she really does spoil all of our fun.”
“I heard that!”
As King and newly crowned Queen of Wakanda, you had spent the first week of your honeymoon in the best country in the world. Your country – it was your home. One you had never set foot outside of in your entire life. You were the one who had told your then-fiancé that you had always wanted to travel the world one day – Paris was the perfect destination for a honeymoon, no?
You were starting to think that perhaps it was a perfect destination for someone else, someone who was not so anxious that she was currently pacing a hole in the floor of the aircraft. T’Challa had watched you for the past ten minutes, waiting for the right opportunity to step in if need be. When you finally glanced up at your husband from what must have been your two hundredth lap, he opened his arms without missing a beat. “Come, umhle. Tell me what is troubling you.”
Thankfully the Dora Milaje gave you privacy on such a long flight, immediately climbing into his lap without the necessary decorum. Instinctively T’Challa rests his chin atop your head, holding you close and waiting patiently for you to speak when you were ready.
“I… I’m scared T’Challa,” you admitted with a gulp. “I’ve never left Wakanda before. What if everyone stares at us? What if I make a fool of myself and bring shame to our country? How does one even act like a Queen in France? What if -” Any further protests from you were silenced when his hand tilted your chin upwards, free hand still supporting your back while he kissed you deeply. Sensually. His tongue smoothed over your bottom lip, making you moan and re-adjust in his lap.
“Y/N, I love you with all of my heart. But this trip is for celebrating our marriage, not representing our country. There are no press conferences to appear at, no council meetings to attend. Everything will be all right – I promise. Have I ever let you down before?” As you shook your head no, the realization dawned on you that the majority of the tension you were feeling had disappeared. “Well… other than kissing me like that and not finishing what you started?” A deliberate movement of your hips had T’Challa moaning low in his throat. “My apologies, Mrs. Udaku. Allow me to make it up to you?”
If married life meant working through problems together with a ‘special’ treatment afterword? You could get used to this.
When the aircraft touched down an hour later, you and T’Challa had to scramble to get yourselves together. Your escorts both had a knowing look on their faces when the door opened, eager to get out of the plane and stretch your legs. Even from your distance, the bright lights of the Eiffel Tour were a sight to behold. Ayo and Okoye stepped off the aircraft first, the two of you following close behind. You had almost reached the end of the ramp when your body froze, hesitating to step down onto the dewy grass.
T’Challa felt the slight tug of you holding back, turning to face you with an encouraging smile on his face. “Remember what I said, umhle. Everything will be all right.” Instead of letting you step off of the ramp by yourself, he picked you up bridal style and swept you in a circle.
Satisfied that you were no longer nervous, the King of Wakanda set you down gently onto foreign soil for the first time. It didn’t feel any different than African soil, wiggling your toes just to make sure. You turned to face your husband with an elated grin, eyes shining brighter than the lights of the city.
“Bude bukumkanikazi, my love. Long live the queen.”
Thank you very much to my beta @panthergoddessbast for reading this over for me. Would you like to be tagged in my T’Challa content? Or content for a specific Black Panther character? Send me an ask! (An ask please, that way I can post it on my blog for reference.)
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Sex With T’Challa Would Include...
I just couldn’t stop myself, and I apologize. The content underneath the cut is extremely NSFW, so DO NOT read unless you are of the age of consent. gif credit.
Let’s just get it out there... Bast has blessed him in more ways than one. You’d been fantasizing about his body since the first fitting for his Black Panther suit. Okoye said your eyes had bugged out of your head and zoomed in on the impressive outline taunting you. The disappointment from the adjustment of the suit makes no difference to you now - you know what’s underneath.
& What’s underneath the suit has ruined you for other men. T’Challa is incredibly thick, veins and ridges perfect for driving you crazy with every thrust. If you have any dildos, you threw them out or abandoned them completely. An artificial version of the “perfect” cock is no match for the real life version.
Compliant with his personality, T’Challa treasures you. Even when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, he will whisper in your ear how much he loves you. How good you make him feel. You’re the love of his life, and he never passes up the opportunity to remind you.
He’s not as submissive as everyone thinks. He’s romantic, yes. But he still loves to talk dirty to you in his own special way. “Does that feel good umhle?” “Answer me when I speak to you, darling.”
If it’s what you want, T’Challa is willing to dominate you even further. If you love being bent over his knee and spanked as punishment, he’ll do it. If you cum harder with his hand wrapped around your that, he’ll do it.
And if he does, you know he checks on you to make sure you’re okay. His smooth voice and authoritarian tone will tell you anything you want to hear - but he’d ask you quietly if he hurt you and were you all right. You’d establish safe words together if needed, but it never ceases to amaze you how much he loves you.
He is downright addicted to eating you out, and he’s so fucking good at it. Unless you two are having a quickie - he’ll always get a taste of you first. His eyes are always locked on your body, watching you writhe and moan is the best reward T’Challa can think of.
He didn’t even realize he had a praise kink until you pointed it out. Your lover had been comfortably tucked between your thighs, driving you crazy with soft kitten licks and driving his fingers deep inside you. All you had said was “Oh - you’re doing so well,” and he downright growled against your folds.
He also may have a kink for over-stimulation. You both found out the same night his praise kink was realized - he fucked you so long and hard you passed right out. That orgasm is very high on your list of ‘Best Ever’.
Aftercare is second nature. He’ll pull you close and press gentle kisses to your skin, burying his face in your neck until you both can breathe normally. You’ll be drawn a nice relaxing bath, which he will carry you to bridal style. When you’re too exhausted to even lift your head, he’ll gently cool you off with the softest towels you’ve ever felt in your life. He never falls asleep before you, especially after sex. If you fall asleep with a content smile on your face, he can relax. He hates leaving you unsatisfied.
Want to see NSFW headcanons for anyone else? Let me know! I’ll see you next time!
Good morning! An Erik Killmonger oneshot will be coming your way tonight. In the mean time, have any headcanons you want to see? Send them in!
Guys... we need to talk. First of all, if you’ve read any of my bp writing you all know that I’ve never supported or written the reader as white. I’ve never claimed to be black, because I’m not. The entire reason I’ve had beta readers for previous work was to get the perspectives of several black readers to incorporate their perspectives and opinions into my writing. I understand why this is important, and I also understand why some people may be upset and not want a different kind of POC to write. What I don’t understand is all of the name calling on this persons end. If it weren’t for the threats they made I wouldn’t bother to post them at all, but I do have the right to defend myself and provide proof that I never engaged in abusive language. Please do not send them any hate. It won’t accomplish anything. What I do need to know is this - do any other black readers have a problem with me writing? If you do, please respectfully let me know (ex. ‘I have a problem’ or ‘me’ in the comments) If this is an issue that is synonymous with the fandom, I will happily step down and instead compile a list of black writers in the fandom to direct you towards. This blog is meant to make people happy, myself included.