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RIP Chadwick Boseman. A video of him speaking about communicating with kids who had cancer. Unknown to the public, he was already battling his fight with cancer.
You were a rising star! This generations league of great Black Actors! You had so much ahead of you! And I appreciate all you have done for cinema! I hope your family finds peace and consolation. You will never be forgotten.
T’Challa X Reader
Chapter Warning: Plot, Supernatural/Paranormal Ideas, MAJOR BP deviation, Fluff, Slow Burn
Word Count: 6K
NOTE: I know this took forever. I apologize for the lateness. Hopefully it was worth the wait.
As always, thank you ALL for reading! I appreciate each and every one of you and your comments, likes, questions/asks, words of encouragement and even criticism in disguise as kindness. LOL.
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-Y/N-
“Good. Good. Good—excellent Y/N,” Zuri critiqued. “Continue just like that, slowly. Concentrate do not lose the image in your mind. Do not let anything distract you.”
You ran through the darkened temple chasing after some bait Zuri had zipping through the air. It was several paces ahead of you, but you had its image in your mind, and it was what you used to track it. The aim of today’s lesson was tracking and concentration. The week before was instinct and suppression, the week before that was control before that was strength and agility, and for many weeks before was education. Zuri and the queen mother thought it was in your best interest to learn about the real Wakanda the one the natives knew about the one the lines of kings knew.
In those weeks of learning, you learned everything T’Challa knew, from the beginning history of Wakanda and Bast to the knowledge of the kings before not to mention all the scrolls and texts hidden within the temple. You were thirsty for the knowledge; you always loved education and had a passion for learning more, which is why you held so many degrees. This was how you and Zuri happened upon a few new skill, heightened reading time, perfect photographic memory, and impressive mental capacity stamina. It took you minutes to read hundreds of pages of text and to follow videography recollections and diaries. This was your favorite part of your enhancements.
“Good, don’t lose it. Its programming wants to lose you Y/N. It is programmed to be cunning and adapt to your abilities. It will not want to be found, which means you must truly work for this victory.”
You smiled. You loved a challenge. You remembered all the training leading up to this and everything Zuri, Ramonda, Shuri, and even Okoye had taught you and put it to use.
“Slow and steady is the best way to track when the prey becomes confident in their skill, that is when it is at a disadvantage.”
Okoye’s words echoed in your head. You slowed your movements and decided to try a different tactic. You stopped and focused more intently, trying to sense the bait.
“Everything gives off a signature. It could be a smell, a sound, energy, or even an essence. Everything emits something. Finding it is difficult because it may be slight, but once you find it, tracking becomes a game.”
Zuri’s words rang in your head. You slowed your breathing and allowed your heart to beat slower. It was only then when the beating of your heart was merely sixty beats per minute you found the signature. It was a slight electric surge that flowed through the air every ten seconds or so, and when it did, the air changed making it easy for you to feel it—you didn’t need to see. You smiled and picked up your pace yet again this time knowing just where to go. In a matter of seconds, you leaped into the air seeing the small blue device Shuri designed. You grabbed it, and its mechanical surges stopped.
“Good Y/N, very good,” Zuri’s voice echoed through the temple. You quickly made your way back to him.
“Yet another lesson mastered.”
You smiled as you approached him and placed the device in his palm.
YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II by Beau Grealy for Men’s Journal (September 2019)
*Complicated will not be updated until The Prequel is finished.
Character Bios:
Head Canons:
One Shots:
Black Panther 2 (not official title) will be release May 6, 2022.
Coogler says they are “taking our time with this, we want to get it right.”
Yahya Abdul Mateen II 💦
Chris Evans X Reader X Henry Cavill
Warning: Fluff, Plot, MFM Coupling, Lite Smut
Word Count: 3.7K
Note: Guyyyyyyyyys! So, I have not been able to get this out my head. I really wanted it to be one and done but, I guess it wasn’t meant to be. I had a “hypothetical” convo with some friends and my brain said hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up. 😊 Hope ya’ll can rock with this.
Summary: It was meant to be a one-time thing maybe twice so you could get it out your system, but seven months later and things are still going strong and have transitioned into something much more than any of you could have expected. In a world so hell bent on conventional how can you maneuver this unconventional love you’ve stumbled upon?
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It was insane to think what a difference a few months could make and how drastically our lives could change in such a short period of time. You could be down on your luck one day and completely lost unable to find a way out and bam the next you’re in a completely different situation, one you never imagined. Or one day you could be single only thinking about work and your next step professionally and then the next you’re completely swept up and in love with no care in the world but seeing the source of your affection. Life was unpredictable. That was where you found yourself now, rocking with the unpredictability of life.
You moaned and stretched. Your joints cracked and muscles elongated. It felt as if you’d been in one position for hours. You moaned again and slowly rolled around in the soft coverings that you were wrapped in. You opened your eyes slowly, and the sun was the first thing you saw. You closed your eyes again and slightly shifted before you opened them again. When you did, the sun was obscured by the wood and palm leaf roof that was above your head. You could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the birds squawking overhead. You took a deep breath in and sighed, loving the scent of coconut, flowers, sea salt, and sunshine. You stretched again and finally sat up. The sheer linen blanket that was wrapped around you pooled around your waist, allowing the cool, dewy glow of the sun to caress your bare breasts.
You slid to the edge of the bed and stood on the wooden planked floor and walked to toward the sheer curtains that encompassed the bed. Standing there you could see to the private beach and the sea it was beautiful. The setting sun illuminated the sea and cast an ethereal beauty in the sky. It looked like a breathtaking painting. You hadn’t taken a real vacation in almost three years, so this was a long-overdue pause from reality. You stood there for several more moments, just enjoying the slow setting sun and the warm breeze.
With a soft, satisfied sigh, you took up the linen blanket and loosely wrapped your naked body. You followed the wooden floors from the outdoor bed you preferred to sleep in on the nights the sky was clear and made it to the main house. As you walked inside, you heard the mellow music and smelled the delicious scents wafting through the air. You followed your nose and the smells to the doorway of the gourmet kitchen and leaned on the door frame and watched the two perfect male specimens move about the kitchen.
They spoke about some soccer game and debated over who scored the best goal. Like always they couldn’t agree. You were surprised they’d lasted this long as friends without some major dispute threatening their bond. They both stood with their backs to you completely unaware of your presence. Chris wore a men’s tank and a pair of swim trunks, and Henry wore a polo shirt and some cargo shorts. You slowly walked into the kitchen, taking effort to ensure your bare feet made no sound at all. As you approached the kitchen island, you zeroed in on the bowl of freshly prepared salad and snuck a ripe, red cherry tomato and popped it into your mouth. You leaned onto the island and continued to watch the only entertainment you’d ever need.
Your eyes slowly traveled down Henry’s body, taking in his full stature. He was built for pleasure; from his broad shoulders and bulging biceps and his trim waist down to his defined but taut ass and not to mention his amazing thighs that looked like they could both give you life and take it all at once. As you continued to snack your eyes turned to Chris. He was built for sin. His tall frame and equally broad shoulders always made you go googly eye. His strong back and impossibly built arms complimented his slim waist and toned ass.
“There is no other way into the world other than through the body of a woman.” - John O’Donahue …
Art by @little_lsquiz on Instagram
Sorry I have been MIA for awhile but I have been tired, moody, sick, emotional, drained and everything in between....oh and I forgot to mention, Baby Croissant is coming in 2020 💕💙
I had an anonymous request for smut involving a younger Reader (like mid-20 something)/Chadwick. I think this will be a short smut series.
Word Count: 1535
Summary: Makeupartist!Reader x Chadwick are filming in Thailand and hanging out, when reader’s past sexual inexperience becomes a topic of conversation.
Warnings: none for this chapter except language. the smut will come soon!
Chris Evans X Reader Vixen Giovanni
Chapter Warning: Cursing, Plot, Angst, Slow Burn
Word Count: 2.6K
Note: Bold Italics are Chris’ inner thoughts. Italics are Vixen’s inner thoughts
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Chapter 8: LA Bound
-Vixen-
“Thank you for coming with me Nex.”
You grabbed the last of your suitcase and schlepped it onto the trolley on top of the three others already there.
“I’m glad you asked me to come.”
“Ella would have loved you to stay, but I didn’t wanna be here by myself. This town is—weird,” you expressed, releasing a shiver.
“Weird? Vix, it’s LaLa land, it’s supposed to be weird.”
You snorted and shook your head.
“Would you ladies like some help?”
You turned around and saw one of the airport staff and nodded.
“Yes please.”
The kind man got behind the trolley and pushed it, leading you and Nexus toward the exit. You took out your phone and checked if you had any messages or missed calls from your parents about Ella. You hated being away from her.
“It’s just for two to three days Vixen. She will be fine.”
You rolled your eyes and put away your phone.
“Two to three? This thing is for two days. Where did the three come in?”
Yahya Abdul Mateen II photographed by Luke Fontana
can you link some black fan fic writers? I'm looking for mainly Steve Rogers but I just wanna support anyone I can lol
I’ll try my best!
I know for sure that @honeychicana writes amazing stories and that includes steve! @stillevansbae writes for him as well and they’re really good stories! @great-neckpectations writes for steve too but on a different blog I think
and then some black fic writers I know and love (who writes amazing stories! and tbh I have so much catching up to do with most of their stories lol)
@princessstevens @muse-of-mbaku @killmongersgurl @wakanda-inspired @pocmarvelworks @oceanscorazon @killmoncoochie
there’s honestly sooo many more people and I always draw a blank but! @chaneajoyyy has read so many stories and I think she’d be much much better at recommending black fic writers than me
also shameless plug… me lol @blackgirlimaginesmarvel
I’m pissed! why can’t I rihmember everyone else… bye 🙄
- @laketaj24 (has steve fics)
- @iliketowrite1996 (has steve fics)
- @plussizeappreciationfics (has steve fics)
- @blackgirloneshots (has steve fics)
- @tropicalcap (has steve fics)
- @oshaia
- @sisterwifeudaku
- @elaindee / @elaindeereads
- @dumbchickwrites (has steve fics)
- @vikkidc
- @babybluepeaches
- @babygirlofwakanda
- @blackpantherismyish
- @yaachtynoboat711
- @wawakanda-btch
- @imagine-mbaku
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- @lunaerly
- @boldmellowtastemaker
- @iwannalearnhowtoship
- @i-jus-wanna-writehappy
- @rayraynddem
- @thehomierobbstark
- @steveslulbaby (has steve fics)
- @halcyonscry
- @pastelastronomy24 (has steve fics)
- @shae-ster93
- @dessianna1
- @retro-melanin
- @lannisterkitty / madelinegrey on ao3
- @taint3dvirgin
- @goldvnkillmongerbarnes
- @artisticestheticreads
- @apantherinmypastlife
- @cancerianprincess
- @canumoveurseatup-no (has steve fics)
- @avfug
- @thelateliterary
- @another-imaginesblog
- @forbeautyandlife
- @shewrites02
- @mcusocialimagines (has steve imagines)
- @eyeknowmywrites
- @uzumaki-rebellion
- @siriuslycollins
- @wakandan-flowerz
- @princesskillmonger
- @lostgalaxies
- @haechvn
- @ladydaywrites
- @brittyevans
- @oblivious1olivious
- @non-stop-imagines (has steve fics)
- @avengingmelanin
- @thotty-tatertot (has steve fics)
- @black-mcu-imagines (has steve fics)
- @pocmarvelworks (has steve fics)
- @rustandstardusst
- @wakandansunsets
- @wakandanmoonchild
- @l-auteuse
- @writerbee-ffs
- @whorderofthepheonix (has steve fics)
- @great-neckpectations (has steve fics)
- @tchoking
- @shegoesbyarose
- @lady-thor-foster (has steve fics)
- @thekompound
- @andienoire
- @aspacefork
- @basickassandra
- @killmongerkink
- @n-jadaddy
- @njadont
- @njadaddy
- @njadaakas
- @loosewindmill
- @tiava143
- @youcantkillamutant
- @shedyou
- @noire-griot
- @greennightspider
- @minim236
- @panthergoddessbast
- @ourwakandanerik
- @iwrite4poc
- @wakandamama
- @hoopshoney
- @wakandascrystal
- @dacreskars
- @blackmissfrizzle
- @lavitabella87
- @blackandfair
- @blackandnoir
- @hidden-treasures21
- @melo-yello
- @puffmamaa
- @amelatonin
- @lilmonger
- @katasstrophey
- @thehoodsweetheart
- @cocothewriter (has steve fics)
- @blackreaders-assemble (has steve fics)
- @avintagekiss24 / @avintagekissfanfiction (has steve fics)
- @omnyamaflowerz
- @sarcastic-sunshines
- @teehjayy
- @randomwordprompts
- @doux-ciel
- @blackgirlimaginesmarvel
- @champagnesugamama
- @yaunaz
- @writeturnlove
- @shay-iamiam (has steve fics)
- @valynsia (has steve fics)
- @nastybuckybarnes (has steve fics)
- @aniqua
- @freddiefcknmercury (has steve fics)
- @dc41896
- @kayah16
- @therevolution-willbelive
feel like i’m missing a lot of people so please hit me up so I can add to this list and if any also write for Steve Rogers please add to this list!
AU T’Challa Hybrid (T) X Reader
Chapter Warnings: Cursing, plot, violence, blood, hybrid au, Mild NSFW
Word Count: 4.9K
Note: Set in a mix of the real world and an a/u where hybrids are possible.
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-Leila-
“You said one day. Oh my god, Leila, that was three days ago,” Kayla lectured.
You grimaced. You knew the half-assed explanations wouldn’t be enough. They were all studying to go into medicine; you needed more than half a brain for that.
“I know. I texted letting you guys know it would be longer. It’s not like I dropped off the face of the planet.”
“A text a day saying it’s going to take longer does not suffice,” Tyisha pressed as she rolled her eyes.
“Guys I’m fine; everything is fine. See, I’m alive.”
Kayla, Tyisha, Ross, and Trey all rolled their eyes. You knew this was not over.
“Come on, don’t be mad. I’m here now.”
You looked at each of them for a few seconds hoping someone would break.
“Yeah, and you’re here back at Columbia. How? Didn’t you say you were dropped from the program because of tuition?”
AU T’Challa Hybrid (T) X Reader
Chapter Warnings: NSFW. Mild To Moderate SMUT, Cursing, plot,
Word Count: 6.6K
Note: Set in a mix of the real world and an a/u where hybrids are possible.
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-T-
His control was weakening at least when it came to her-Leila. He didn’t like it one bit. When he bit her it was not a collective decision, it was one he made all on his own. A decision T believed was a mistake. He still couldn’t understand why he did it especially when he’d never had any inclination to before. He stood on the pier staring out to the open ocean. Was it her beauty? Yes she was beautiful, incredibly so but he’d been with other beautiful women before. Was it her body? No, none before her were quite as exquisite, none were shaped so perfectly for sin. The animal had to be more strategic than that.
Was it the feel of her? Even he had to admit that being inside of her was the most exhilarating, pleasurable and painful experience hed ever had. None before her pleased him the way she did, none before her made the animal emerge so easily. Was it her defiance? At the thought of her obviously defiant nature his heart rate picked up. He balled his fists and felt the claws of the animal puncture his palm. T clenched his jaw and allowed the pain to be present but not take over. Her defiance spoke to the animal, hell it spoke to him too. He wanted to break her but he was beginning to love it more and more.
T felt the breeze against his skin and with it Leila’s scent. He inhaled deeply and felt the animal clawing at the surface; it wanted out, it wanted control. T refused. The last time he was in control he’d made an entire mess of things. When he turned, he watched Leila walk down the pier to him. The breeze teased him by lifting the long tropical printed bathing suit cover she wore. Every step she took he got a glimpse of her inner thighs and the image of her wrapping them around his waist bombarded him. He clenched his jaw again. The closer she got he felt the clawing within him more persistently. T would refuse to give the animal control, but he also knew denial would only last so long, one way or another he would get free.
Leila stopped in front of him, and he looked her over. He wanted her to choose this one. The deep neckline offered him unparalleled views of the breasts he’d grown to more than like, and he knew when she dropped the cover he would see the best view.
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