#T’Challa fanfiction

[cowboycherry]

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[songficsbyrissi]

CALLING ALL “THE FIX” READERS!!!! WHERE Y’ALL AT?!?!!?

[lesbianjackies]

🐈‍⬛t’challa masterlist🐈‍⬛

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

[theunsweetenedtruth]

Who Hurt You

Summary: T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Pairing: T'Challa x Black! Exotic Dancer! Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Smut, Animal instincts, praise kink

A/N: Originally written in 2019 (I think?) This was part of a phrase request, hence the bolded phrases.

He was back in the seedy club, dark with smoke curling around his face, but he kept focused on his task. On stage, he could see the woman performing acrobatics that even the strongest of warriors would be impressed with but King T'Challa would not be swayed from his mission. He'd left the Dora Milaje behind at the hotel, made his excuses to Shuri, and he was hoping not to run into Erik here. He had one thing—person—on his mind. 

"T," he turned at the call of the shortened version of his name. The cute girl behind the bar with the freckles and pigtails grinned at him. "You looking for your girl?" 

He smiled, tapping his fingers against the bar. "Is she available?" 

"Yeah let me get you set up in your usual room and I'll let her know you're here." Bree walked around the bar and led him down a familiar dark hall. The red lights gleamed against her patent leather short shorts and T'Challa absently admired her figure. She led him to what had become "his" room, a private space he'd frequented since first being dragged to the club by Erik six months ago. A bottle of champagne was waiting for him but he was already struggling to keep his head clear with the remnants of her scent swirling in the air.

He absently heard the door shut behind him and his pulse raced as he sat on the bench. Just the thought of almost seeing her after a month of no contact made his palms itch and a rumbling come from somewhere deep in his chest. He'd been forced away from her city for business in other parts of the world, but after spending the day in meetings he half listened to, T'Challa just wanted to feel her against him, hypnotizing and soothing him in a way that only she could. 

He'd tried to get his fix in the various cities that he'd had business in—top strip clubs in Miami and New Orleans, cabaret shows in Las Vegas, even the red light district in Germany—but no one could quite manage him like she did. He'd contemplated keeping her, flying her from city to city with him but he knew she was fiercely independent, a quality he loved about her. She wasn't looking to be saved from the strip club, didn't care that he was a king. And when he was with her, he felt stripped to his baser instincts, primal and just a man. 

He heard the door open and she stood in the doorway, curves outlined by the red lights in the hallway contrasting with the blue lights of the room. T'Challa did his best calm the rumbling in his chest but the Panther wanted out, wanted to claim what it knew belonged to them. She wore a satin robe covering her body but he could see the lace bra peeking from underneath. He licked his lips and watched her track the movements and shiver. 

"You've been away for so long I thought you forgot about me." Her musical voice rang in his ear and the Panther was clawing at the distance between them. 

He spread his legs wider to accommodate for his length pressing against his leg. "Pour me a drink."

He could see the smirk on her face filling with knowledge; there was no way he could've forgotten about her. She'd made sure. 

She walked over to the small end table, a swish in her hips, and T'Challa's mouth watered. She poured him a glass of the bubbly before crossing the room to him. He could feel the desire to snatch her into his arms the minute she was within arm's length but he held himself still. He only extended his arm to reach for the glass in her hand. He gestured with two fingers to the pole in the corner of the room. He wanted to watch her for a moment, give himself time to get under control before he unleashed the side of himself that he felt he constantly restrained. This—with her—was the only place he could be himself. 

She stepped onto the mini stage, grabbing the remote for the music and setting the atmosphere with a slow, sultry tune, a favorite of hers, and subsequently his. She pulled the belt loose on the robe and dropped it to the floor allowing him to see the lace contraption that only seemed to hinder his view of what he really wanted to see. She curled herself around the pole and he watched transfixed as she moved through a series of moves that made his blood boil. Bending at the waist, she widened her legs and shook her behind before straightening up and unfastening her bra. She twirled it for a few moments around her finger, coyly looking over her shoulder at him before throwing it to the end of the stage. She turned and he could he see her breasts, perfectly sized for him, her nipples perked and ready. Her hands went to her hair and she arched back as if offering herself up to him. T'Challa passed a hand across his mouth, he was vibrating with the effort to stay in his seat as he watched her knead her breasts. She turned her back to him again, bending at the waist and sliding her panties down her legs. She was moving through her routine quickly, as if she could sense his waning patience. She tossed her underwear in his direction. T'Challa's hand shot up to grab them out the air, drawing them in for a sniff. He closed his eyes at the scent of her arousal, the dampness serving as evidence of her own impatience. 

"Come here," he demanded. She stepped down from the stage and swaggered over to him. Holding out a hand for her, he pulled her onto his lap. "I think it's playtime" She giggled as she straddled his lap, reaching down to his waist to work on his belt. He caressed her ass, gripping her cheeks and kneading. 

When his dick was free, she took him into her hand, pumping him a few times. The grip of her hand, small in comparison to his own was heaven and he slipped out a growl in response. "Please T'Challa can I have it?" He moaned and did his best to hold back the Panther but he knew his eyes were glowing yellow. She looked him in the eye, a tight grip on his dick still adding a twist of her wrist to the top. "Prove to me that you didn't forget about me." He nodded, panting and trying not to come too quick. It had been a while and she always knew what he liked. 

She raised on her knees before beginning to sink down on him slowly. But the Panther inside wasn't having it. T'Challa grabbed her by the waist and tugged her down on him, slamming himself into her, all the way, until he was balls deep, the only way he wanted to be with her. Deep inside her, buried in her warm walls that hugged him a little too tight, T'Challa pulsed. Her eyes were wide, dark lashes framing the tears that threatened to spill from his force. When he pulled her up, separating himself from her, and then back down, she threw her head back and moaned. T'Challa savored the connection, it had been too long since he'd been able to lose himself in her. He snaked his hand up between them to press a hand against her wind pipe, careful to keep elongating nails away from her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moved back on forth over him. Their lips came together, caressing each other's and T'Challa was forceful in his domination. They bodies moved in a frenzy, never slow but hungry in a way that bellied the truth of their relationship: she was his but he could not keep her. He was hers and he loved the power she had over over him, but it didn't matter when he had obligations that needed his attention. She was a distraction that he let himself have as a reward for hard work, only to get back to work and long for the next time. 

She was coming around him before he knew it but he couldn't stop. He didn't know the next time he'd be able to come see her. T'Challa thought again about flying her to whatever city he'd be in next. When he looked up at her face, she was staring down at him again, the answers to his internal questions in her eyes. She smoothed a shaky hand over his curls before tangling her fingers in them and tugging. It was just the thing he needed to get out of his own head. She bounced her ass up and down on him and he did his best to focus on her face, on her pleasure. His hand came down hard and she let out a moan she'd been holding back and began moving faster. Anyone passing by would know what was happening in that room; T'Challa was pleased. Who cared what anyone would think when you were on the brink of the best pleasure ever experienced? 

"That's right baby. Don't stop," he growled out. "You're so tight baby, I want to feel you like this all night. You're my precious baby girl." He saw her body bow to him in her orgasm, felt her wetness coat his lap, but he held on just a little longer. 

"Challa," she panted out. "I'm so full. It hurts." He kept going, feeling his balls draw up and his breathing increase. 

"I'm going to cum in you and you will take it all."

"Do it. I want to feel everything." She looked him boldly in the eye and he closed his own while his orgasm ripped through him. He clung to her tightly, claws leaving slight indents in her skin but not doing too much damage. They were both breathing hard, panting and limp in the seat. 

"I love you" he heard her whisper. He smoothed a hand over her hair and down her back. It was part of the role she played for him, so in love with him, as if she'd been sitting and waiting for him to return to her. The panther was appeased, if only for the moment. He would have her again before he retired to his hotel room, only to wake up, once again, as the King of Wakanda.

[s10127470]

Avengers Fanfic Ideas

Hey guys.

I’m sure a good chunk of you reading this are familiar with the announcement of my upcoming series, The Avengers, which was suppose to come out this past December.

Well, here’s the thing.

I’ve actually been thinking about other ideas for a fanfic series based on Earth’s mightiest heroes that could be just as good (maybe even better then) as The Avengers.

So today, I’m gonna share with you all some ideas I have for this Avengers fanfic.

And at the end, I’ll have a major announcement to make.

Maximum Avengers:

You guys remember that Maxmium Marvel series I released this past fall?

Well I had the idea to retool the series into just focusing on The Avengers, but still being heavily based off the Maximum Marvel series created DeputyRustArt.

The series will be heavily inspired by Marvel Adventures: The Avengers (aka PEAK Avengers), focusing on the team’s various adventures and missions.

As for the roster, if you read the only episode I made for Max Marvel, it’s essentially the same as it was there.

Avengers Academy:

You guys remember Avengers Academy?

That mobile game where it was basically a Marvel College AU.

Well for years, I’ve wanted to do an series adaptation of the game.

The premise essentially follows that of the game, but more fleshed out.

Taking place on one of the many Earths in the Marvel multiverse, this reality features most of the iconic Marvel characters as teenagers and young adults. 

In order to help these super-powered adolescents go down the right path and prove to the world that they’re not a threat, Nick Fury created the titular Avengers Academy, a high school specially-made just for these young folks.

Now, these youngsters have to learn and train to become the heroes they’re destined to be, all while dealing with the trails and tribulations of being a teenager and young adult.

The main stars are the classic six Avengers, a friend group with each member being a some of high school/college archetype.

There’s Captain America, the all-American boy scout.

Iron Man, the genius rich kid.

Thor, who can switch between a metalhead jock to Donald Blake, the group mom in an instant.

Hulk, the mostly gentle giant who can also switch to Bruce Banner, the wallflower in an instant.

Ant-Man, the hippie scientist.

And Wasp, the fashionista.

The series will follow their adventures as they try and navigate the beginning of their time as heroes and their early adult years.

If your a fan of stuff like Monster High or Nintendo High, you'll probably like this.

The Next Avengers: 

Now we come to perhaps the most interesting of the ideas, being loosely based off the film of the same name.

Set 25 years after the beginning of the modern age of heroes, the series focus a new team of Avengers being formed, consisting of the children of the veteran ones.

This new team includes James Rogers aka American Soldier (the son of Steve Rogers aka Captain America and Natasha Romanoff aka The Black Widow), Morgan Stark aka Iron Woman (the daughter of Tony Stark aka Iron Man and Bethany Cabe), Thrud (the daughter of Thor and Sif), Azari Udaku aka Black Panther (the son of T'Challa Udaku aka Black Panther and Jane Foster), Hope Pym aka Giant Girl and Henry Pym Jr. aka Yellowjacket (the daughter and son of Hank Pym aka Ant-Man/Giant Man and Janet Van Dyne aka The Wasp), Francis Barton aka Sparrow (the son of Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and Bobbi Morse aka Mockingbird), and veteran Avengers member Bruce Banner aka The Incredible Hulk.

The series will see this team of young heroes following in their parents' footsteps and facing off against both the new generation of villains and the old generation that their parents fought.

Basically, this series would be like a mix between Descendants (gross.....) and Extreme Ghostbusters.

Avengers: Battle Through Time:

Now this is one of the ideas I've been the most ambitious, given that I've always been a huge fan of time travel.

The series focuses on The Avengers being approached by Va Nee Gast aka Voyager, an Elder of the Universe and The Master of All Time.

The reason she came to them: Kang the Conqueror.

Who like in the comics, wants to conquer the universe by altering the flow of history.

So now, The Avengers are finding themselves going on missions and adventures throughout the ages, thwarting Kang’s plans.

And along the way, they’ll be running into ancestors of themselves, their allies and even their enemies!

So those are the ideas I have!

If your wondering what the major announcement I had is.

Well here it is!

In either March or May, I’m planning on doing a pilot showcase.

Yes, you heard me right, a pilot showcase.

Where I’ll be making pilot episodes for each of these ideas, so viewers can get a good idea of what to expect from each series.

These pilots will essentially be hypothetical early episodes of each of these series.

And once the showcase is finished, I’m gonna hold a voting poll to see which one of these ideas you guys want to see turned into a full-on series.

I can’t wait for you all to check these ideas and hear your thoughts of time. And most importantly, which one you want to see as a full series!

So stay tuned!

[chaneajoyyy]

T'Challa doesn't play about her! Gotta make sure her pregnancy is going smoothly! Love this for her!! Oh she was gonna make sure he was thanked for getting her food. I loved this!👍🏾🤌🏾👏🏾💓!

Like a Cream Puff (T’Challa x OC)

Prompt: “You deserve some sex.”

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: Domestic Fluff & Implied Sexual References

She caught sight of the box from her favourite bakery and sat right up.

“Did you get the one with the —“

“Lychee? Yes.” He replied busying himself around the room and plating the large cream puffs.

His back was turned as he shuffled around the various takeout bags on their chest of drawers.

She caught a glimpse of the Popeyes bag in his hand and bit her lip in anticipation.

“Did you get the chicken mild? Because the spicy one —“

He cut her off. “Gives you heartburn? I know that mama.” He replied in amusement, back still turned.

“And I asked for lemonade. The one from —“

“Burger King? It’s right here.” He continued lifting up the large cup and shaking it lightly.

Perspiration beaded on the exterior of the cup and Corina heard the ice meet the sides rhythmically. It soothed her.

She was probably doing the most but she couldn’t help it.

When he shot her a look over his shoulder she smiled sheepishly.

He walked over with a plate of cream puffs and chicken tenders and placed them on the nightstand, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

He grabbed her hand in his. Admiring the smooth skin

He pinched the inside of her wrist softly and her eyes shot up to meet his.

“I listen to everything you say. I may not say much but I lock it away right up here.” He pointed to his temple with one hand while rubbing circles on her hand in the other.

“I know… thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She leaned forward and placed a grateful kiss on his cheek.

“Go ahead.” He encouraged her to eat what she had asked him for.

She reached for the plate, settled it on her lap and paused.

Her eyes began to water. What had she done to deserve this man?

It was 8:30pm on a Sunday night and they had just packed in for the night. Corina was 7 months along her second pregnancy but never got less demanding when it came to her cravings.

So when she tried (and failed) to curb her wants she had sheepishly asked her husband for the snacks their baby demanded.

T’challa got up without complaint to get what she wanted even though he had a slew of meetings the next day.

Without question.

“You always take such good care of me”. Before she could stop them tears were rolling down her face, she tried to blink them away rapidly.

Her damn hormones had her crying *all* the time.

He had an almost baffled look on his face.

“Of course I do. You’re my everything. I’ll always take care of you and your needs. You’re my woman. It's my job.”

He brushed away the tears that slid down her face with his fingers.

“No more crying please.” He requested.

She laughed in a watery fashion before quickly wiping away her tears. She sniffed.

“Okay.”

“Now eat your chicken before it gets cold.”

“Yes sir.” She threw up a mock salute.

Ignoring his direct request she went for the cream puffs instead. Grabbing the large pastry with a delicate hand. She lifted it to her mouth and bit into the cream puff and couldn't contain her moan.

The cream had a slight tartness to it and the crisp of the pastry created a melody in her mouth.

She heard him laughing quietly to himself.

“That good huh?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded as she licked some cream from the center of the puff.

He watched as she did a little happy dance before taking a chicken tender in her other hand and biting into it.

She shimmied her shoulders as she chewed.

He loved seeing her like this. Happy. Fulfilled.

“T’challa you deserve some sex. After this I’m going to give you some.” she promised shoulders still moving.

He shook his head at her, adorning eyes admiring her.

“Sounds like a plan.” He said knowing that as soon as his wife finished her food she would knock right out.

When she made it to the end of her tender she did the most pregnant woman thing ever. Almost like she was fighting an urge she dipped the chicken tender in the cream and popped it in her mouth.

T’challa worked hard to school his features, but had to turn his head to the wall to prevent himself from teasing.

“It’s good.” She said defensively.

“I’m sure it is mama.” He pat her leg before standing up and heading to his closet to change back into his sleepwear.

It gave Corina enough time to polish off her snacks and wash her hands.

She had just finished settling into the bed when she saw her man approach.

He was shirtless and wore a pair of sleep shorts that hit his mid thigh. Quite frankly he was dressed like a slut. She wanted some of that.

She stared at his thighs hungrily and he was completely oblivious to her oogling.

When he settled into the bed and reached to turn his lamp off Corina's hand stopped him.

He turned his head slightly.

“What’s up?”

“It’s your turn.”

“Hm?”

She leaned over and slipped what she could of her hand around his torso. Her bump restricted her movements but she was a woman on a mission

He covered her hand with his in comfort.

“It's time for you to fill me up like a cream puff.”

T’Challa gave her a blank stare before cringing.

“That… that was so bad.” He snickered.

“C’mon baby. I want it.” She pouted, sliding her hand over her husband's package.

She rubbed him gently before trying to slip her hand down his shorts.

“Cor —“

He turned around and grabbed her hands, now he was facing her.

“What’re you doing?” He asked esparated.

She looked down. “This one may want some company in there.”

She rubbed her belly looking up at him with wide eyes. She watched him swallow. She decided to press forward.

“You never know.” She shrugged.

Now they both knew that was very impossible. But T'challa's dick liked hearing it anyways.

He groaned.

She knew how much he loved her pregnant and this was all she needed to use to get him right when she wanted him.

Inside her.

___

A/N: Hope you like this one. I have some one shots with Erik on the way :) Not much progress on In Between the Lines but working on it! Always open to requests ✨

[blacktiredandnerdy]

Y’all don’t understand how fucking pissed off I am that there’s more Killmonger/T’Challa fanfiction than Shuriri fanfics.

And I’m never forgiving y’all for making a ship that puts Shuri in a relationship with the man who murdered her mom just cuz y’all simp for him. Y’all are so sick and fucking twisted for this shit! 😭😭😭

[sisiofthemultifandom]

My Massive SHIP LIST

The following is a LONG list of all the ships I enjoy from a moderate to an extreme amount and have probably looked at fanfiction for at some point. Keep in mind this doesn't include every movie and/or show I've ever watched and I may make edits to this at a later time. Godspeed you unfortunate witness.

Agents of SHIELD

Coulson X May

Daisy X Lincoln

Fitz X Simmons

Bobbi X Hunter

Mack X YoYo

Arcane

Caitlyn X Vi

Arrowverse

Oliver X Laurel

Roy X Thea

Diggle X Lyla

Barry X Patty

Wally X Jesse

Caitlin X Ronnie

Kara X Mon-El

Alex X Maggie

Brainy X Nia

Attack on Titan

Eren X Mikasa

Falco X Gabi

Bertdholt X Annie

Ymir X Krista

Levi X Hange

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Katara X Zuko

Aang X Toph

Sokka X Suki

Aang X Katara

Bolin X Korra

Avengers (MCU)

Steve X Natasha

Tony X Pepper

Thor X Jane

Wanda X Vision

Peter Q X Gamora

Scott X Hope

T’Challa X Nakia

Matt X Karen

Luke X Jessica

Peter P X MJ

Bucky X Sarah

Ben 10

Ben X Julie

Kevin X Gwen

Berserk

Guts X Casca

Bleach

Ichigo X Rukia

Uryu X Orihime

Tatsuki X Orihime

Gin X Rangiku

Toshiro X Momo

Boku no Hero Academia

Izuku X Occhako

Todoroki X Momo

Bakugou X Kirishima

Eraserhead X Present Mic

Castlevania

Trevor X Sypha

Alucard X Greta

Class of the Titans

Jay X Theresa

Atlanta X Archie

Critical Role

Percival X Vex’ahlia

Vax’ildan X Keyleth

Scanlan X Pike

Sylas X Delilah

Fjord X Jester

Beau X Yasha

Caleb X Essek

Imogen X Laudna

DC Comics

Clark X Lois

Bruce X Selina

Diana X Steve

Barry X Iris

Wally X Linda

Hal X Carol

Carter X Shiera

Oliver X Laurel

Arthur X Mera

Constantine X Zatanna

Dick X Barbara

Tim X Stephanie

Garfield X Rachel

Conner X Cassie

Kate X Maggie

Hank X Dawn

Garth Ranzz X Imra Arden

Nura Nal X Thom Kallor

Jo Nah X Tinya Wazzo

Val Armorr X Princess Projectra

Kara Zor-El X Querl Dox

Lar Gand X Tasmia Mallor

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro X Kanao

Zenitsu X Nezuko

Giyu X Shinobu

Digimon

Taichi X Sora

Koushiro X Mimi

Takeru X Hikari

Takato X Jeri

Rika X Ryo

Izumi X Junpei

Disney Animation

Mulan X Shang

Eric X Ariel

Simba X Nala

Tiana X Naveen

Tarzan X Jane

Rapunzel X Eugene

Hercules X Meg

Aladdin X Jasmine

Doctor Who

11 X Clara

Dota - Dragon's Blood

Davion X Mirana

Evangelion

Shinji X Kaworu

Fairy Tail

Natsu X Lucy

Erza X Jellal

Gray X Juvia

Wendy X Romeo

Final Fantasy

Zack X Aerith

Cloud X Tifa

Squall X Rinoa

Tidus X Luna

Lightning X Snow

Noel X Serah

Noctis X Luna

Fire Emblem

Byleth X Dimitri

Fullmetal Alchemist

Ed X Winry

Roy X Riza

Ling X Lan Fan

GI Joe

Snake Eyes X Scarlett

Garo

Kouga X Kaoru

Ryuga X Rian

Raiga X Mayuri

Gatchaman

Ken X Jun

Gundam

Domon X Rain

Shinn X Stella

He-Man (OG Continuity)

Adam X Teela

Adora X Sea-Hawk

Duncan X Sorceress

InuYasha

InuYasha X Kagome

Sango X Miroku

Sesshomaru X Kagura

Kohaku X Rin

Invincible

Mark X Eve

Kamen Rider

Hongo X Ruriko

Godai X Ichijo

Shoichi X Hikawa

Shinji X Miho

Takumi X Mari

Kenzaki X Hajime

Yuuto X Airi

Wataru X Mio

Tsukasa X Natsumi

Shotaro X Tokime

Ryo X Akiko

Eiji X Hina

Gentaro X Nadeshiko

Ryusei X Tomoko

Haruto X Koyomi

Kouta X Mai

Kaitou X Yoko

Shinnosuke X Kiriko

Gou X Reiko

Takeru X Akari

Alain X Kanon

Emu X Poppy

Sento X Banjo

Kazumin X Misora

Gentoku X Sawa

Sougo X Tsukuyomi

Aruto X Izu

Fuwa X Yua

Touma X Kento

Rintaro X Mei

Keiwa X Neon

Kingdom Hearts

Kairi X Sora X Riku

Aqua X Terra

Lea X Isa

Roxas X Xion

Riku X Namine

Lucifer

Lucifer X Chloe

Maze X Eve

Magic Knight Rayearth

Hikaru X Lantis

Umi X Clef

Fu X Ferio

Marvel Comics

Steve X Sharon

Tony X Pepper

Thor X Sif

Hank X Janet

Reed X Sue

Peter X MJ

Wanda X Vision

Jean X Scott

Kitty X Colossus

Rogue X Gambit

Rachel X Kurt

Black Bolt X Medusa

Clint X Bobbi

Bucky X Natasha

Matt X Elektra

Luke X Jessica

Warren X Psylocke

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien X Marinette

Alya X Nino

Naruto

Naruto X Hinata

Sasuke X Karin

Sakura X Rock Lee

Neji X TenTen

Shikamaru X Temari

Ino X Sai

Choji X Karui

Gaara X Matsuri

Kakashi X Might Guy

Asuna X Kurenai

Tsunade X Dan

Yahiko X Konan

Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Haruhi X Tamaki

Persona

Yu X Rise

Chie X Yukiko

Kanji X Naoto

Ren X Makoto (or Kasumi if we're going with Royal canon)

Power Rangers

Tommy X Katherine

Jason X Trini

Adam X Tanya

TJ X Cassie

Andros X Ashley

Karone X Zhane

Leo X Kendrix

Carter X Dana

Wes X Jen

Cole X Alyssa

Taylor X Eric

Tori X Blake

Trent X Kira

Sky X Z

Doggie X Kat

Nick X Madison

Mack X Rose

Casey X Lily

Dillon X Summer

Ziggy X Dr. K

Kevin X Mia

Mike X Emily

Troy X Gia

Tyler X Shelby

Eddie X Vesper

Marv X Chloe

Amelia X Ollie

Ranma ½

Ranma X Akane

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Utena X Anthy

Rurouni Kenshin

Kenshin X Kaoru

RWBY

Ruby X Penny

Blake X Sun

Weiss X Marrow

Yang X Weiss

Jaune X Pyrrha

Ren X Nora

Qrow X Summer

Sailor Moon

Usagi X Mamoru

Ami X Zoisite

Rei X Jadeite

Minako X Rei

Makoto X Nephrite

Minako X Kunzite

Saint Seiya

Seiya X Shaina

Hyoga X Eri

Shiryu X Shunrei

Shun X June

Ikki X Esmeralda

Deathmask X Aphrodite

Aiolia X Lyfia

Yato X Yuzuriha

Sasha X Tenma

Koga X Yuna

Souma X Sonia

She-Ra (Netflix Version)

Adora X Glimmer

Catra X Scorpia

Star Wars

Obi-Wan X Satine

Anakin X Padme

Ahsoka X Lux

Luke X Mara Jade

Han X Leia

Finn X Rey X Poe

Din Djarin X Bo-Katan

Super Sentai

Ryu X Kaori

Sasuke X Tsuruhime

Chisato X Kouichirou

Shun X Miku

Yuri X Tatsuya

Yosuke X Ikkou

Isshu X Nanami

Mari X Ban

Sen X Umeko

Doggie X Swan

Sakura X Akashi

Masume X Natsuhi

Rio X Mele

Sosuke X Miu

Chiaki X Kotoha

Takeru X Mako

Alata X Eri

Hyde X Moune

Marvelous X Luka

Joe X Ahim

Daigo X Mikoto

Tokatti X Mio

Hikari X Kagura

Yamato X Sela

Amu X Tusk

Lucky X Hammie

Balance X Naga

Keiichiro X Tsukasa

Sakuya X Umika

Koh X Asuna

Bamba X Asuna

Shigeru X Sayo

Tarou X Sonoi

Sword Art Online

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The Dragon Prince

Callum X Rayla

Amaya X Janai

ThunderCats

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Bengali X Pumyra

Transformers

Optimus X Elita-One

Arcee X Hot Rod

Bulkhead X Wheeljack

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Ultraman

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Voltron

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Lance X Pidge

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Winx Club

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☙Introduction:

ℋello loves !!! A bit about me , I am an April taurus. She/Her. Birthday is 4/26. I am 5’2 ½ ft. tall ! I am a brown POC 🇮🇳 [Person of Color]. ਖਾਸ ਤੌਰ 'ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਹਾਂ [yes i used google translate for this , but I am currently still learning]I love reading and writing! [of course I do , why would I be here ? Sorry that was kinda stupid ☠] ← I do that a lot. [put my own personal thoughts & commentary in brackets] I apologize for that beforehand 😅 I find myself doing that a lot in any of my writing. But I will try to limit myself as much as possible. I also love rainy weather , and hot chocolate !!🚩PINEAPPLE DOESN’T BELONG ON PIZZA, get that shit off of there 👊🚩I also hate peas . I hate them thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Matar [peas] belong in the gutter. One more thing , I have MDD [Maladaptive Daydream Disorder]. And I use fanfictions as an escapism method. But anyways, I cannot wait to meet you and write things for you. [lemme spoil u bbg 😘 😝]

☙rules & regulations:

♥I will write fluff , smut , angst & yandere 🤭

♥Drabbles are around 800-1k words , full fics can be anywhere from 1k-3k-5k

♥ 🚩THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN YANDERE FICS 🚩

♥ Hate will not be tolerated on this blog, if you do not like my content then block me lmao

☙who i will write for:

fandoms:

♥Marvel : Steve Rogers , Bucky Barnes , Loki , Thor , Clint , Natasha Romanoff , Tony Stark , Sam Wilson , T’challa , Shuri , Kukulkan [anyone else you may wish] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Star Wars : Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan Kenobi , Luke Skywalker , Han Solo , Abedala , Princess Leia [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Lord of the Rings / Fellowship of the Ring : Legolas , Thranduil , Aragorn , Haldir , Elrond , Lindir [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Footballers[Soccer Players] : Anyone and Everyone baby 🇵🇹🇲🇽🇫🇷🇦🇷🇧🇷🇪🇸🇭🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 [god I have THE BIGGEST hyperfixation on them rn😚😆] 💚SEND REQUESTS PLSSSS 💚

♥DBH/Detroit Become Human : Connor , Markus , Hank , Ralph [he´s so underrated , god😭] Kiara [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Resident Evil : Leon Kennedy , Chris , [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

☙yandere oc´s :

Yandere pro Athlete [🤭] : ♥Bandaging him when he gets hurt

♥Him getting jealous over your fans [Athlete reader]

♥Finding out you play a sport[Athlete reader]

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Siempre Fuiste Tú

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Errores Imperdonables

El cuarto de baño del rey de Wakanda era un lugar privado y aislado, con muros revestidos de mármol negro y suelo también de mármol. Había una gran bañera de mármol negro, con un borde tallado con flores y hojas. El lavamanos era de mármol negro. El techo era una bóveda con grabados de panteras. La luz era tenue y creaba un ambiente relajante. Se podía escuchar el sonido del agua y la brisa en las ventanas.

La reina Ramonda entro a su recamara con paso firme y haciendo gala de su puesto. fue directo hasta el baño y se encerró en él. Se paro frente al espejo y apoyo las manos en el lavamanos. A medida que sus lágrimas caían sus manos se aferraban al mueble dejando blanco los nudillos debido a fuerza con la que lo hacia

***FLASHBACK***

La pequeña lloraba en su cuna debido a la fiebre. El medico ya la había revisado y había dicho que era un resfrió debido a la época del año, pero mientras no viese a su hija sana, no estaría tranquila.

Llamaron a la puerta, y el simple acto hizo llorar nuevamente a la pequeña. Su hijo mayor se asomó por la puerta, pero ella no volvió a mirarlo, y por el contrario se concentró en tranquilizar a la princesa

Babba dice que ya nos vamos – dijo el niño tímidamente

Ya Shuri, tranquila – dijo Ramonda – ya va pasar. No olvides lavarte los dientes – le dijo al pequeño – y obedece a tu niñera

Si madre – dijo  T’Challa

Shhh… mi niña – dijo la reina paseándose con su hija en brazo – no comas dulces. ¿está claro? Te amo – dijo agachándose para darle un beso fugas al niño

Nos veremos en unos días – dijo T’Challa sonriendo – adiós Shuri

Tranquila mi amor – dijo la mujer paseándose intentando que dejara de llorar niña, cuando de pronto algo le oprimió el pecho al punto de apenas dejar respirar – ¡T’Challa! – susurro mirando hacia la ventana – Lía, cuida a la princesa, ahora vengo – dijo entregándosela antes de salir lo más deprisa que pudo

Corrió por los pasillos con todas sus fuerzas. Gritaba que abrieran paso. Subió y bajo escaleras hasta que llego al helipuerto, pero el Talon Fighter ya estaba en lo alto. “Omo” susurro. ¿Por qué le dolía tanto el pecho? ¿Por qué ese sentimiento de culpa?

***FIN DE FLASHBACK***

“Mi niño” susurro la reina frente al espejo. “Perdóname” y cerró los ojos bajando el rostro

***FLASHBACK***

Era el tercer día sin su pequeño travieso en palacio, y su ausencia se sentía. Afortunadamente Shuri estaba mejor y ya no tenía fiebre y comía de nuevo.  Zuri había sido un gran apoyo en esos momentos, tanto para su hija como para ella misma.

Todo estaba tranquilo, pero esa sensación de angustia no se le había ido en ningún momento. Sin embargo tenía que concentrarse si quería terminar a tiempo el informe sobre la compra de terrenos para la escuela de la zona oeste de la tribu de las montañas. M’Barak era un hueso duro de roer, pero afortunadamente Dotia, su consorte, era un hombre muy razonable. Dotia haría el trabajo sucio de convencer a su esposo de que los niños bajasen hasta la escuela

Un golpe suave en su puerta le indico que alguien la buscaba, pero se sorprendió cuando su asistente entro llorando sin esperar su autorización. Iba a reprenderla pero la mujer tomo el control y coloco las noticias del momento. “Atentado en la ONU” era el titular, y su cuerpo se tensó.

Si bien la seguridad ya evacuo al rey T’Chaka hasta una casa de seguridad, aún se desconoce el paradero del príncipe heredero – dijo la reportera

¡No! – grito la reina

Alteza – dijo su secretaria – tiene que calmarse…

¡Comuníquenme con el rey, ahora! – susurro la reina y sus palabras iban impregnadas de peligrosidad en máximo nivel

La… comunicación… ha sido… interrumpi…

¡Comuníquenme con el rey, ahora! – ordenó la reina Ramonda girándose y tomando con una  mano el cuello de la mujer – ¡o Wakanda deja de existir!

En… segui… da… al… al… te… – intentaba contestar la morena antes de ser liberada

Dejaba de ser reina y esposa para convertirse en madre y guerrera al mismo tiempo

***FIN DEL FLASHBACK***

Sus lágrimas no dejaban de correr. “T’Challa” susurro mientras volvía a revivir una y otra vez el momento en el que su mundo cambio para siempre

***FLASHBACK***

Parada en la pista del helipuerto, Ramonda Udaku, la mujer más poderosa del planeta y una de las guerreras más letales de Wakanda, esperaba con rostro inescrutable la llegada de la nave real. La compuertas se abrieron, las Doras Milajes ocuparon su lugar y el rey bajo según el protocolo. Se detuvo frente a la mujer e hizo una leve inclinación de respeto, pero ella solo miraba fijamente las compuertas como esperando alguna señal

¿Cómo sigue la princesa Shuri? – pregunto el rey – según los reportes…

¿Dónde está mi hijo? – pregunto la reina

Lo encontrare – dijo T’Chaka sin inmutarse – solo necesito unas horas. Las Doras Milajes ya se están…

Te pregunte ¿Dónde está mi hijo? – pregunto la reina

No me hables en ese tono – siseo el rey. La reina lo miró fijamente por un instante y luego giro sin decir más. La guerra estaba declarada

***FIN DEL FLASHBACK***

Frente al espejo, la reina se limpió las lágrimas y cuadro los hombros. Era hora de dar la estocada final

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T’Chaka entro al comedor con paso firme, debía disimular cualquier vulnerabilidad. En el lugar ya estaba la reina y Shuri quien se veía bastante nerviosa. T’Chaka se sentó en su lugar y miro el puesto vacío de su hijo mayor. Miro de reojo a Ramonda y se aclaró la garganta

¿Dónde está T’Challa? – preguntó el rey a nadie en particular

Aun no regresa de su caminata – dijo Ramonda sin levantar la vista de su plato –. Al parecer fue un poco… larga

Ya lo hará – dijo el rey – mañana visitaremos a Tafari. Quiero que ese compromiso se formalice cuanto antes

Por supuesto – dijo Ramonda sorprendiendo a su hija cuando Okoye entro

¿y el príncipe? – pregunto T’Chaka

Arrojo su localizador cerca de la ruta al observatorio – dijo la general – he distribuido Doras Milajes en todas las entradas de Birnin Zana. Lo localizaremos antes del amanecer

¡No tienes idea donde está el heredero! – acuso Shuri

Princesa Shuri – amonesto su padre

Si mi hermano se va – dijo  Shuri – yo no tengo nada que hacer en este país – y salió corriendo

¡Shuri! – grito T’Chaka – ¡regresa ahora!

Sin los príncipes en Wakanda – dijo Ramonda – y el rey muerto ¿Qué pasara con el país?

¡No me amenaces! – siseo T’Chaka

Tal vez no es una amenaza – dijo la reina – sino una premonición

Ramonda entro a su habitación y respiro hondo. Fue al baño y se cambió ropa por una oscura. Miro la hora y luego a la puerta. Volvió a mirar su reflejo y salió del baño. Miro hacia la entrada de la habitación y camino hacia la escultura de la pantera que estaba sobre un pedestal al lado de su tocador. Presiono el dije que colgaba del cuello de la escultura y miro hacia la puerta por última vez. Camino lo más deprisa que pudo hacia el baño y cerrando la puerta tras suyo le echo llave.

El tiempo se terminaba

***Horas Antes

T’Challa caminaba lo más rápido posible sin importarle que su hermana y Zuri corrieran tras él. Llego a su recamara y cerro la pureta con llaves antes de trancarla con un mesa que había al lado. Miró hacia todos lados y corrió a buscar su mochila. Metió algo de ropa, guardo su pasaporte y miro a la puerta que intentaba ser abierta.

Perdóname hermana – susurro mientras sus lágrimas caían – pero no puedo. Ten paciencia James – dijo mientras se limpiaba los ojos – estoy en camino mi amor

Se colocó la mochila y salió por el balcón. Volvería a casa por fin. El balcón estaba rodeado por una valla de flores que se le llegaban hasta la cintura. Miro hacia la puerta antes de apoyarse en la valla y saltar. Sentía su corazón latiendo fuerte, y el sudor en sus manos cuando miro hacia abajo. Respiro profundamente y empezó a moverse hacia una esquina del balcón. sentía el viento soplando contra su rostro. la valla se tornaba cada vez más resbaladiza a medida que la sostiene, y esta empezó a temblar mientras el hombre avanza.

T’Challa se asustó, pero siguió avanzando. Podía oír como intentaban abrir la puerta. miro hacia arriba y siguió bajando mientras sentía como su corazón latía con más fuerza.

Saltó de la valla al suelo del jardín. Comenzó a correr, tropezando con las piedras, los arbustos y los árboles. Las hojas, las ramas y las plantas golpeaban su rostro. Sus pies chocaban contra el césped mojado, y las botas se sumergían en el barro. T’Challa siguió corriendo a través del jardín hasta que llegó a la cerca de metálica. Era muy alta por lo que sería difícil trepar. Aferrándose a los postes con sus manos, coloco su huella como Shuri le había enseñado. La puerta se abrió y él corrió fuera. El suelo estaba cubierto de maleza, y cayó.

De un salto se puso de pie y corrió hacia la noche cerrada. Ya sabían su ubicación y no tardarían en llegar. No era un hombre de llorar pero sus lágrimas no se detenían. Nunca imagino que ese viaje terminaría así, él huyendo de su familia.

 Rodeo la ciudad y se internó en el sabana. A lo lejos diviso la cabaña donde una vez se había cobijado con James de la lluvia. Se le ocurrió que podría pasar la noche allí. Dudaba que alguien conociera el lugar

El aire estaba suave y templado, y el cielo estaba lleno de estrellas. El luna estaba grande y brillante, y su luz iluminaba el campo. Las hojas de los árboles temblaban al viento, y las hierbas y flores se movían con delicadeza. Se oían los grillos y las ranas cantando en el campo, y el eco de la noche era suave y sereno. 

El viento le susurraba al oído, y la noche parecía abrazarlo como si fuese el propio James. Las estrellas estaban alineadas en el cielo, como si estuvieran esperando una historia. La de su gran escape de ese infierno. No quería pensar en el rey y que la ira lo dominase nuevamente

Tras asegurarse que nadie estaba cerca, corrió hacia unos riscos, atravesando una espesa maleza. Si cruzaba la cascada del rey podría bajar por el rio y atravesar la frontera. Sus pies caminaban sobre las rocas y el barro. El cielo estaba oscuro cuando se acercaba a la cascada. Era alta y estaba cubierta de  vapor del agua.

El día que subiste a esa nave, toda mi atención estaba con Shuri – dijo una voz detrás suyo sobresaltándolo y haciéndolo girar –, pero lo sentí. Sentí lo que venía. cuando llegue al helipuerto, ya te habías ido

¡Madre! – susurro

Si hubiese sabido lo que la vida me deparaba – dijo la reina con voz quebrada – te hubiese abrazado fuerte… – susurro y fue cuando el príncipe noto el cuchillo que su madre reina en la mano

No me voy a quedar – dijo T’Challa – él lo expulso

…te hubiese llevado a mi habitación y jamás… te hubiese dejado salir

Por favor – suplico alzando la manos mientras retrocedía un paso – no hagas esto. Debo volver con James

Perdóname por no haber sido una buena madre – suplico avanzando hacia su hijo

No fue tu culpa

Déjame abrazarte – suplico – por favor…

Baja el cuchillo – pidió T’Challa

…Una última vez – sollozo y por un momento T’Challa vio una sombra en los ojos de su madre. Locura. La misma que empezaba abrirse paso en él mismo

Perdóname madre – dijo abrazándola y cerrado los ojos mientras inhalaba profundo intentando grabar su aroma

No hay tiempo – susurro Ramonda y su voz erizo la piel del príncipe –. No tienes idea de lo orgullosa que estoy de ver en el hombre que te has convertido – y dio un paso hacia adelante – serás un excelente esposo para James y un maravilloso padre – dio otro paso hacia adelante haciendo retroceder al joven –. Abraza fuerte a tu madre y dile de mi parte “gracias”. Nunca olvides cuanto te amo mi kekere – susurro acariciándole el rostro y con un movimiento sorpresivo lo empujo hacia el precipicio

¡Madre! – grito el moreno mientras caía a las aguas oscuras mientras de un salto Ramonda giraba y encarga con el cuchillo en alto a quien llegaba

Alteza – dijo la voz

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El rey se sentó solo en su despacho, esperando noticias sobre su hijo. El aire era cargado de tensión, y un silencio de angustia se apoderó de la habitación. T’Chaka miraba a su alrededor, ¡necesitaba noticias sobre su hijo! Pero nada sucedía, y el rey seguía esperando en silencio. De repente, el silencio fue interrumpido por un golpecito en la puerta.

Adelante – dijo

Majestad – respondió Okoye entrando y haciendo el saludo tradicional – Todo indica que salió del país – informó la general

¿Cómo? – pregunto aterrado. El miedo se reflejaba en su rostro

Por el rio – dijo la mujer – las cámaras muestran cuando salto de la cascada

¿la reina lo sabe? – pregunto

Se le está informando en este momento – contesto la guerrera

Retírate – ordeno T’Chaka y al instante fue obedecido – Omo… – susurro – ¿Por qué?

El sol estaba a punto de salir por el horizonte, y la luz del alba bañaba el cielo en un tono rosado pálido. El viento soplaba con fuerza, y las nubes flotaban sobre la ciudad como si fueran ballenas en el océano. La ciudad estaba quieta, y las calles desiertas. Solo el sonido del viento podía oírse en el aire

Parado frente en su balcón, T’Chaka observaba como de a poco Birnin Zana cobraba vida, mientras él solo giraba en el mismo pensamiento ¿Cuál había sido su error? Le había ofrecido todo. Dinero, poder, lujos… pero su hijo había renunciado a todo. Se había ido.

En la madrugada Shuri había entrado sin pedir permiso y había proyectado un video. Cuando quiso reclamar, la chica solo grito: “Nunca fuiste mi padre, y ahora me robas de nuevo a mi hermano” Y sin más salió azotando la puerta

El video inicio y se veía a su hijo riendo feliz en el taller de la chica. Se veía relajado. Con la guardia baja.

Luke deja de jugar y ponme atención – dijo James pero su hijo solo agrandó su sonrisa – tu padre no es malo. Solo no sabe… – pero el príncipe se le acerco jugando – Lu… dale una oportunidad. No por el dinero, ni para vivir aquí solo… – pero su hijo asalto los labios del americano sin contemplación

Te amo – dijo el príncipe

También te amo – respondió James

Prometo que cuando tengamos hijos el mejor padre del mundo – dijo T’Challa – y desde ya intentare ser el mejor de los esposos

Eso último ya lo eres – dijo el americano besándolo antes de besarlo suavemente

T’Chaka cerro lo ojos mientras la más cruel de las comprensiones se abría paso en su mente… y su corazón

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*** Perdón la hora. tuve un percance

quiero dedicar este cap a mi hermanito, mi compañero de locuras en la adolescencia

hasta el cielo. y perdóname por fallarte cuando mas me necesitabas

[i-the-hell-is-bvcky]

I-the-hell-is-bvcky’s Marvel Kinkvember

Kink 18: Shower/Bath

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Word count: 601

Warning: Unprotected sex, sex in a bath tub, T’Challa being a sweetheart, MINORS DNI

A/n: I miss him very much and this was written before Chad’s passing 💜

“Hey there,” Y/n says as she enters her and her husband’s bathroom. The luxurious room is far from cozy with its marble tiles and gold fixtures but with him, it was home. T’challa was home after getting involved with the Avengers’ fight. He had gone there to avenge his father’s death but got caught up in a larger conspiracy. Since then, he had been withdrawn and clearly still grieving the loss of his beloved father.

Y/n did the best she could—she was a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to and most importantly, his lover. He made sure to let her know that he appreciated her and everything she does for him. That she was the best thing that has happened to him in a long time and that she soon will become his queen. Y/n would simply kiss his scruffy cheek and say, “I know. It doesn’t get any better than me.” That always makes him laugh.

“My love,” T’Challa says from the tub. It’s large, big enough for three people and it sits in the middle of the room. He looks relaxed, a slow gap-toothed grin creeps up and she swoons. “What brings you here?” Y/n crosses the room, slowly removing her clothes. T’Challa sits up in the tub, his eyes on her like she’s his prey.

“You.” When she reaches the tub, she’s fully naked. She steps into the tub, the water is hotter than usual for him and she wonders if he knew she’d come to him.

“Me? What could you possibly want with me?” There’s that grin again. Y/n settles in the tub, letting the hot water hug her before moving to sit in T’Challa’s lap. His hands massage her thighs and he grabs her butt, putting her directly on his growing erection.

“I have a few ideas...Mind if I show you?” Y/n leans over and begins kissing his neck, her hips gyrating slowly in his lap.

“By all means, my love.” T’Challa holds onto her tightly as she wiggles her hips, his cock fully erect now and dying to get inside her. Y/n grabs his face and kisses him with all the passion she can muster. T’Challa reaches into the water and grabs his cock and drags it against her cunt. She moans into his mouth, hips taking on a life of their own as they search for him. He slowly enters her and she pulls away, her head falling back at the pleasant stretch. They work as a team, T’Challa steadying Y/n while she rides him for all he’s worth. He wants to take it slow but she feels like heaven and looks even better. He takes her hands and wraps them around his neck and holds her close as he fucks her hard.

“Holy shit!” Y/n gasps when she feels the tip of his cock hit her g-spot. He grins and continues to fuck her like this until she’s begging for her release.

“T’Challa, baby I’m gonna come. I’m so close, please make me come.” Her voice is so high and needy and who is he to deny her please?

“Good, come for me. I want to feel you squeeze that pretty pussy around me. Come for me.” And she does, her orgasm washes over her and leaves her breathless and shuddering in his arms. Y/n smothers him in kisses as she comes down.

“You didn’t come,” she says with a pout. T’Challa grabs onto her and stands up and she lets out a yelp.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

[songficsbyrissi]

Reblogging this to let y’all I’m working on part 6 of the Fix! And let’s just say, I really hope no one gets mad at me 😭😭😭

hii i wanted to ask are you going to ever update “the fix” again😭 it’s the best story i read so far and it left on a cliffhanger 💔

I AM! 😭 ik it’s been a while but I’ve been having a LOT of personal stuff going on that literally stifles my creativity and decreases my motivation but I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to leave my stories unfinished.

[chaneajoyyy]

Who wrote that deliciously smutty professor T’Challa fic?

The Fix series by my good sis @songficsbyrissi 😘

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The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

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The Adored One (Complete)*

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One* | Giving You the Best | Warmth* | What You Won't Do* | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours*

Who Hurt You (One Shot)*

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)*

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)*

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1* | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8* | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)*

Discipline (One Shot)*

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

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The Marriage Pact (In Progress)

Honey and Erik make a pact.

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A Shark in the Water

Characters: T’Challa x Reader Content: Fluff; Romance in/by a lake; sunrise; foreshadowing of sex  Word Count: 550

“Good morning, beautiful…” You felt warm breath on your cheek and a presence over your body. You wouldn’t call yourself a light sleeper but you were typically alert when sleeping in strange or new spaces. Your eyes popped open at the feel of a body and they squeezed back shut when the light from outside met your eyes. T’Challa kissed your cheek, but you groaned and dug your face into your pillow. “The sunrise is beautiful. Look,” he said. You opened one eye, then lifted your head to see with the other. The sun peeked over the lake, and the sky was painted with reds, oranges, and blue. Warmth filled your heart and you smiled. “It is beautiful,” you said. You felt the mattress dip behind you. T’Challa rose from the bed and took his body heat with him. He walked to the window and revealed his naked self to the nature outside. Butterflies rushed your stomach at the sight of his lean silhouette. He looked back at you, catching you staring. “I think we should take a swim,” he said. He slithered over to the bed and sat beside you. “A swim? This early?” “It will do the body good. The mind, as well.” He kissed your forehead. After a little bit more convincing, you finally put on your swimwear and flip flops, and joined T’Challa outside. The morning air was cool and refreshing. Nature’s own caffeine, you could say. T’Challa walked right into the cool waters but you stayed back for a moment--just to breathe in the clean air. You closed your eyes and listened to the chirping birds and the splish-splash of water, as T’Challa navigated through. “Are you coming in?” he asked. You opened your eyes and walked to the lake. Then, you kicked off your flip flops, took a deep breath, and stuck a toe in the water. T’Challa burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes. “What are you laughing at?” you asked as you dipped your entire foot in. “What is that, that you’re doing? It’s not an ocean--there are no sharks!” “It’s just…a little dirty, T…” you whined. “Do you not go to the beach?” he asked. “Yeah…” “Do you get in the water? What about the pool?” he probed. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “They clean pools, though,” you grumbled to yourself. T’Challa waded in your direction and held out his hand. You took it and let him pull you in, then he pulled you close to him. “Is it bad, still?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not bad.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his—exchanging a sweet, innocent, morning kiss. Suddenly, the temperature began to warm up between you two. You slipped your tongue into T’Challa’s mouth, and he placed his hands on your hips—his long fingers dangled over the top of your cheeks. Then, he gripped them. Suddenly, you felt something stiffen between the two of you. “I thought you said there weren’t any sharks in the water,” you mumbled with a smirk. He chuckled and gave you a slow peck on the lips. “Let’s go back inside.” You let out a hearty laugh. Then, the two of you sloshed through the waters to get back into the house for your morning exercise.

[justanotherloveaffair]

Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 2,677

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

Tell me when it’s in.

You grunted, pushing the smooth round toy into its tight new home, where a pleasant pressure made you shiver as your fingers withdrew from your panties to send a response back to T’Challa.

It’s in.

Your sharp gasp carried through the small office as Bast knows how many volts of vibranium-charged energy turned your pussy into ground zero of a catastrophic earthquake, sending shockwaves out to each extremity. It ended almost as soon as it began, leaving you breathless, with one hand on the desk to prop up your weight.

Once stable, you let out a short laugh.

T’Challa could be such an asshole sometimes.

Your heartbeat sounds like a herd of elephants. Did it work? Are you okay?

In the interest of anticipating a future emergency, like an attack on the Queen’s life, the King’s genius sister Shuri had figured out how to tweak your bracelet to download your diagnostics real-time into T’Challa’s.

It wasn’t too long after that the idea for this little sex game was born.

Your legs were still shivering a little, almost a queasiness in your stomach as you mentally evaluated your day full of meetings. The world’s most powerful bullet vibrator was in your pussy and the remote control was in the hands of a man who could be ruthless.

It worked. Go easy on me, Kumkani. Please.

You sent the message and involuntarily clenched, expecting a playful retaliation that never came. 

Your hand rested against the door while you counted to five, using each second to mentally center yourself before rejoining the Dora Milaje dutifully awaiting you in the hall. 

~ ~ ~

Not once during your morning and afternoon of polite visits did you forget that a horny King had control of your pussy. And not once did he use it.

It was almost worse that he didn’t. You nearly hoped for it, the way people living in a seismically active region hope for little earthquakes to avoid The Big One. Every hour he didn’t use it, the desire to was building, under the surface. You knew it, just like you knew he was paying attention right now, tuned in to his favorite radio frequency. You.

You were distracted all morning. All it took was an innocent shift of the body to rediscover the invading shape inside. As you went from meeting to meeting, you constantly imagined what would happen if he flipped that switch. You thought about it as you outstretched your hands to receive a plate of food at your lunch meeting. You thought about it as you discussed the health of the economy with the merchant tribe leader. You thought about it whenever you entered a new room, immediately looking for wherever you could make a hasty exit, should you need.  

Just before 2:00, your guards were accompanying you down a sun-drenched hallway towards your next meeting when the sight of T’Challa turning the corner with Okoye gave you an unexpected shock. 

Your steps faltered at the sight of his intense eyes, lit up with pleasure at having caught you off guard. 

While he closed the distance, you felt the presence of his soulful brown orbs sliding all up and down your body, with the slightest smirk on his face.

Your enthusiasm to see him bubbled out of you in a string of words, as your animated hands moved about. “My King! What are you doing here? I’m supposed to meet Tayo about the exhibition.” 

You and Tayo, the royal art collector, were about to finalize the details on a grand exhibition in a few weeks.

A business-like tone met you, but the warmth in his eyes was intimate, and the amused smirk made your stomach start to twist. 

“The schedule has changed, Tayo had to suddenly cancel. Will you join me for a walk, my Queen?”

A walk? What was he planning?

“Uh… yes. Sure.”

After dismissing your guards, you accepted his arm with a dubious glance his way, one he didn’t reciprocate as he was too busy looking proud as a panther who just caught his prey. 

As you began to stroll, you had to slow your usual walking pace to match with his more deliberate one. The two of you were constantly bumping into each other’s side, sometimes by accident but mostly on purpose. You gathered he was taking out outside and sure enough, you emerged from the cool palace into the punishing afternoon heat. 

“T’Challa,” you stated, finally sick of being led around with no explanation, “are we walking somewhere in particular?”

Nobody had mastered the expression of playful secrecy quite like T’Challa could. His eyebrows lifted in a wouldn’t you like to know twitch and his shapely lips pursed together with a restrained smile, but he did not answer your question.

You returned to walking together, this time with the frenetic sounds of the city surrounding you instead of the echoing corridors of the palace. It was a gorgeous day and Wakanda’s citizens was clearly enjoying it, based on the smiling faces you noticed everywhere. They were, of course, also smiling at the sight of their King and Queen, arm-in-arm, taking in the city just like everyone else. 

The visit to the city seemed perfectly mundane until a shocking vibration of unimaginable levels struck your insides. 

Your fingers gripped the solid muscle of T’Challa’s upper arm and you let out a squeal, loud enough to startle the Dora Milaje at your sides. 

“My love,” T’Challa’s honey soft voice called out to you as he examined you with mock concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

Meanwhile, the vibrations were still going. 

“Uh... I feel a little.. uh...”

As you spoke, you noticed his fingers partially hidden by the cuff of his wrist, lightly twisting a Kimoyo bead. As he did, what felt like a couple thousand volts of energy shot up to a million. 

The four of you had stopped right in the middle of a busy alley, where crowds were clustered around food stands. Knowing how public the area was, you clenched your teeth and resumed walking, even while the juices of your arousal began to make your thighs slick, originating from the throbbing heartbeat in your pussy. 

T’Challa never let up on you. He raised the vibrations, then lowered them, made them disappear entirely only to reintroduce them in full. 

His tinkering with your pleasure senses made you ache, and your heart beat faster. The colors around you were vivid and bright, your eyes picking out banana yellow, forest green, bright orange in textiles and clothes. You felt the fabric around your legs gather and caress your skin as the relaxing breeze made it swirl. Rich scents of spices and smoking, sizzling meat made your taste buds salivate.

Your every neuron was wide open to receive the sensations around you, and no sensation was more intense than your desire for T’Challa.

His presence seemed to engulf yours, like his huge palm and long fingers that had yours clasped tight, where sweat, warmth and tingling pleasure thrived within his touch. 

The vibrations continued to climb, and when your grip weakened, his got stronger, pulling you along. 

Surely, if not from the Kimoyo bead, then his enhanced senses could tell your heart was beating abnormally fast. He must have noticed how you pressed your thighs together whenever you could, or when nobody was looking, brushed the back of your hand across your crotch, just to reel from the fireworks of your aching nerve endings responding to the contact.

Sweat gathered at your forehead and made you feel damp and hot everywhere else. If the heat didn’t kill you, then T’Challa’s teasing would.

A tug at your hand made you turn and take a sudden left. T’Challa led you at an urgent, self-assured pace down a narrow street empty of people, while his guards followed, glancing at each other. 

He turned suddenly, stopping Okoye and Ayo a few feet away as they blinked impassively.

“Please, wait here. The Queen is not feeling well, and needs a moment to rest. We will return when she is feeling better.”

His earnest sincerity was no match for the sharp intelligence of his top general, who wisely hid her smirk.

“Kumkani, we will ensure your privacy. My Queen, I hope you feel better soon.”

You nearly disintegrated at her knowing smile and patronizing tone. It wasn’t the first time Okoye had stood guard while the King pounded you silly, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Thank you, Okoye.”

Strong fingertips guided your body around and you were intrigued, excited, shaky and nervous about wherever you were going. Your gaze swung side to side, finding solid building walls on both sides and in front of you, a T shaped alley. The faster you both walked, the more all the friction between your thighs made you bite your lip. 

With a simple yank of your hand and twirl of your body, you spun and then caught yourself with your hands, clutching the wall in an abandoned and empty, yet clean, alley. Before you knew what was happening, T’Challa was clawing at your panties under your dress, with one hand lifting your skirt while the other twisted and tugged, ripping your panties with a loud tearing sound.

“I think I have tortured you long enough.”

“Please,” you begged.

His fingers danced up your thighs that he pushed apart with his knee, and sank inside you to draw out the pulsating vibranium globe. He regarded it, turning it aside to see every bit of your cream left behind, before it disappeared in his pocket.

You braced against the wall but couldn’t stop your noisy gasp when T’Challa’s fingers began to explore you under your dress, while grinding his solid front all along you from head to toe. Your touch-starved body trembled like an overloaded circuit. You felt his power, his breath, his heat all around you. He had turned you into a greedy, weak, starving little thing, intoxicated on his touch. 

T’Challa’s hand slid up and gripped your throat, pulling you back towards him with gentle pressure until his lips were at your ear. 

“I cancelled your meeting with Tayo,” he whispered. “Do you know why?” 

You swallowed. The answer immediately left your lips. “So you could fuck me?”

An amused smile came to T’Challa’s face, softening his eyes for only a moment. He continued to hold your neck, while his other hand was busily handling the barriers of your clothes. “That’s right Y/N,” he purred. “So I could bury myself in you.”

You felt his cock sliding along your lubricated pussy, and you clenched up with surprise and anticipation, jerking upwards in his arms. 

“Relax,” he soothingly rubbed the palm of his hand over your clit until you grinded back into him, sighing. “Relax for your King,” he murmured, his voice thick with seduction. He knew this kind of talk made you melt, and used it against you.

You were turned away from him, facing a moss-covered wall with your legs being urged further apart, your dress a heap of fabric piled on your ass so his eyes could have access to your pussy. You leaned your chest down and braced your hands on the wall, creating an irresistible angle and telling him, in your way, that you were ready. 

Your act of submission was the ultimate turn on and he groaned, studying your glistening pussy. His hand pumped along his length a few times before he held himself against you, each breath from his lips coming strained and heavy. You closed your eyes, seeing starbursts as you were pulled back on him, taking half his length at once. 

You instinctively pulled forward and away, but the Panther side of T’Challa, wildly animal and possessive, wasn’t having it. He gripped your hips with both hands and pulled you back, burying every inch of himself deep in you with a groan of deep satisfaction. 

The pleasure of finally having him was tinged with nervous excitement of knowing you were outdoors, with people just minutes away in every direction, unknowingly walking past an alley where their King was currently pounding their Queen from behind. You couldn’t shake the thought as you were ass-up, thighs spread, stifling your moans with your hand, bent in half and taking Wakanda’s most astonishing dick like you were born to do it.

The first orgasm came so quickly you weren’t even aware of it until it started. “I’m coming!” You exclaimed with surprise, alerting your lover who began to slam into you with excitement. Nothing escalated his lust more than hearing and watching you come. He could become addicted, making you do it so many times you’d be exhausted for hours after.

“More,” he demanded, just as the initial rush was tapering off. His palms gripped your ass so hard you felt them pinching, as he pulled your cheeks apart to watch himself slowly thrust in and out, zoning in on your juices gathering around the base. 

Hearing his demand, you knew it would be easy enough with a bit of extra help. You reached up with your fingers to find your clit, only to feel them being pushed away.

His hips paused, and his voice took on an authoritative tone, grumbly and deep. “You will not touch yourself. Your pleasure is mine to give, you understand?”

“Ah, yes,” you gently retrieved your hand, placing it back against the wall.

T’Challa shifted you, pulling you upright to a standing position, but still behind you. He thrust into you again, both of you sucking in your breath. 

You felt a metallic coolness and looked down to see the vibranium bullet, cupped in T’Challa’s palm, held against you. 

When he turned the vibration on low, the rush of stimulation had you almost crawling out of his arms. He countered you with his strength and rocked his hips up into you, now with the urgency of wanting to race you to your second orgasm. 

“Oh Bast… I am….” you choked, “T’Challa… please…” 

The vibrations went to just the right setting and his hands and cock were in just the right spot to trigger something powerful enough to trap you in electric cage of pure pulsating pleasure for nearly a minute. The waves kept coming and coming, and you clenched and screamed, having not only beat T’Challa to orgasm but outlasting his. By the time his came and went, you were still riding the unbelievable high as the powerful bullet remained lodged against your clit by T’Challa, addicted to your pleasure.

“Please stop,” you begged with tears rolling down your cheeks. He finally relented and you slumped down, your body parts held together with nothing but willpower.

He took over your needs, dressing you and holding you upright while you hung there, dazed and weak. 

As he tucked, zipped and tied himself back into his formal clothes, you tracked his movements with the kind of goofy, starry eyed smile that made him laugh at the attention. You were both glowing, and it was going to impossible to disguise what you’d just done.

Sure enough, you rejoined Okoye and Ayo, who gave each other subtle eye rolls when their beaming King and Queen strolled up behind them. 

Okoye gave you a prim and proper smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you feeling better, my Queen?”

“General,” T’Challa said with a warning growl. 

You bit back a laugh, Okoye’s prickliness not bothering you in the slightest. 

The crowd soon enveloped you as you retraced your steps back to the palace, both you and T’Challa off to your next meetings with matching smiles and a shared secret.

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