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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Intersex!T’Challa test (NSFW 18+ T’Cherik, Explicit)

I really like the idea of intersex T’Challa so I thought I’d try writing it. And it’s a smut test, as well as getting used to writing in past tense again. I’ve added Erik’s outfit, y’all are gonna have to use your imagination for T’Challa’s.

Erik and Sam went to the gym every day without rest apart from Sunday, Sunday was Sam’s day to relax his muscles. Sam wore a grey jumper and sage shorts whereas Erik wore something more professional for a gym – a black utility shirt, utility pants and underneath compressive tights. Wanting to focus beforehand Erik pushed his earphones in before they left the car and started his playlist with Kendrick Lamar’s DNA. When they walked in Sam started on the treadmill to work on cardio so he could keep up with his friend who he always felt had some sort of enhanced advantage and left Erik to begin on the weights.

Erik sat on the machine, spreading his arms to get a grip on both ends of the machine and began pushing his hands together. Working out gave Erik something to vent his frustrations into something productive and he enjoyed it. After a minute he increased the weight of the weights getting bored with not having a challenge and soon he began to feel the sweat form on his body. When he continued his shirt only got damper and it absorbed the sweat well in comparison to his previous shirt which clung to his body and caused frustration. Now he was listening to MGK’s Alpha Omega and he began to push harder.

His mind was focused and driven to exceed his limits. The music pushed him and he frowned with every rep, every push came with a grunt until he was finished and he leaned back panting and sweating heavily. When he opened his eyes, his focus disappeared and it was not because he had stopped working out. It was because of who he saw walk into the gym. He had no idea who this stranger was but he couldn’t stop looking.

His eyes trailed from the knees up and Erik couldn’t help but stare at this man. His beautifully dark skin that had a glow to it, his thighs, even his waist. The man was wearing a sleeveless dark grey compression shirt and black compression tights and when he swiveled his body Erik got a chance to appreciate the man’s behind. But he felt disrespectful for looking and worried he’d get caught so he resumed working out by going to the punching bag. He swung and ducked as if the bag were a real person and threw every punch with power so each thud could be heard beyond the music he was listening to. But again, he found himself distracted shortly after.

Now this man was stretching his body like he was doing yoga. His arms spread across and his legs were spread to a distant, then he moved his hands upwards before reaching down and when he did, Erik felt his jaw drop. This man had an amazing ass and Erik couldn’t think straight once he first caught a glimpse. He stared like an idiot until the man finished stretching and turned, catching Erik turn his head straight away. Erik felt the heat in his cheeks and felt stupid but he looked again and the man was still looking at him. But this time he had a curious expression and a smile.

“Fuck, there’s no getting out of this...” Erik moaned to himself. He approached the man and once again found himself in a spell over his body. He cleared his throat awkwardly and stood within distance across the man. If he got too close the stranger would probably hear the lust in his mind. “Wassup? I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me.”

The man couldn’t hold his laugh and extended a hand.

“I am sure it was the other way around? My name is T’Challa,” the stranger introduced.

Erik knew he had been caught and chuckled, scratching the back of his head. His accent was beautiful, deep and strong. It was full of confidence and also sexiness.

“I’m Erik. Erik Stevens. Sorry about staring, but you have a really good body!” Erik insisted. He wasn’t lying either. T’Challa looked with embarrassment as if he didn’t want Erik to know how much the compliment meant to him. The corner of his mouth twitched and raised into a smirk which allowed Erik to identify that T’Challa was interested.

“Thank you, you are in good shape yourself,” T’Challa added. Erik bit his lip and grinned after which gave T’Challa a glimpse of his golden dentures, shiny highlights in two rows of crystal white, perfect teeth. With one hand he moved his dreads out of his face and looked at T’Challa’s curls. How good it would feel to run his fingers through them. How luxurious they must have smelt. It drove him crazy not knowing what it felt and smelt like to act on these thoughts so he clenched his jaw and went for it.

“I...uh...thank you, firstly. Would you maybe...wanna go out sometime?” Erik asked. He was kicking himself mentally but it seemed to impress T’Challa who stood there with an eager smile on his face and narrow eyes that examined the man in front of him.

“I’d like that Erik. I-”

Erik heard a faint vibration and watched T’Challa reach into his tights, under the compression shorts and read ‘Under Armour’ as T’Challa pulled a phone out and answered it. Fuck did he want to be that phone resting against T’Challa’s waist.

“Hello? Yes Bucky, I fed Toby. He’s probably running around somewhere, you know how cats are. Uh...fine, I will be there soon.”

He hung up the phone and raised his shirt to wedge the phone in his shorts again which kept Erik’s mind flowing with imagination.

“Sorry about that, my roommate and I have a cat, and it’s more problematic than it should be. I must go now but if you want we can arrange something tomorrow?”

Erik turned to Sam who was still working out.

“Do you have to go so soon? I’m sure it won’t get lost...” Erik pleaded, smirking and rubbing T’Challa’s arm. The touch made T’Challa’s hairs stand on his arms.

“I-I really should,” he insisted but he knew he felt something else. He couldn’t fight his urges as he kept looking at Erik and gave in. “Oh Bast...let’s go...”

The cat could wait. Or get lost. It was his roommate's anyway.

T’Challa practically dragged Erik to the changing room and Erik found an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the floor. His eyes flared and a devilish grin formed as he hung it on the outside and locked the door.

“Hello?” Erik asked loudly, looking around for anyone and nobody was in sight. T’Challa took his shirt off and so did Erik. They approached each other slowly and fused their lips, kissing passionately enough to move their hands down to the other man’s waist. Erik moved down from T’Challa’s lips to his neck, then chest, concluding at the stomach and slowly rested T’Challa on a wooden bench. “Try not to make too much noise, aight?”

Erik began rubbing T’Challa’s thighs at a low pace, and it earned him multiple moans from T’Challa. His hands traced the thick, warm meat back and forth, caressing with delicacy. His palms were gentle but firm enough to get a noise from T’Challa who bit his lip and frowned to minimize the noise. The squeezes that occurred randomly nearly made him buck as they felt so good. Erik wanted to get under the tights but this was good enough. His trailing hands worked wonders on T’Challa and he felt himself becoming susceptible to gratitude in his tights. Erik was making him hard, and wet too.

“Fuck...that’s so hot...you-your hands are so good,” T’Challa stuttered, coming under the spell of Erik’s caressing.

“You like that huh? These thick thighs are beautiful as fuck, I just wanna touch them forever...”

Once his hands reached the inside of his thighs, T’Challa had to use a hand to contain the noises he was capable of releasing. Erik squeezed again and T’Challa hissed because this was torture. He was on the brink of climaxing and screaming already, and he hadn’t even taken his tights off. Erik noticed the bulge aching to be tended to, retracing its shape pushing against T’Challa’s tights with his hands. T’Challa felt the tingling sensation between his legs enhance, and he was getting wetter. Erik moved down and felt a wet patch, grinning at the feeling of damp between T’Challa’s legs.

“Shit, you’re wet as fuck right now. You need me to help you?"

T’Challa nodded in a submissive state, almost ashamed of how desperate he was to cum.

“Say it...say you need to cum.”

T’Challa panted and looked at Erik with pleading eyes.

“Please...I need to cum!” T’Challa hissed. He felt his dick twitch-scratch that, throb, and his pussy was aching for Erik’s treatment. Erik rubbed his hand over T’Challa’s wetness and caressed, pushing him to arch his back. His hands paced back and forth, rubbing firmly and causing T’Challa to moan loudly. Erik stopped for a second and pulled T’Challa’s tights and shorts down to his knees, sticking his finger in the small pool of moisture in the middle of the bunched-up clothes.

“So wet...”

Erik pushed his thumb against the clit, rubbing and circling the thumb against it which made T’Challa almost breathless. When he pushed two fingers into T’Challa with no words, T’Challa felt overwhelmed and made a noise that made Erik want to cum. T’Challa couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Erik’s dreads, arching his back as much as he could when Erik used his other hand to grab his member. He was being fingered and jerked off, and now there was no hiding the noises.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“Shhh, baby...” Erik chuckled, knowing how difficult it was for T’Challa to oblige. He picked up the speed with his fingers and T’Challa felt his legs go weak, his face was so hot right now and he was a moaning mess. With his legs wide open, T’Challa wanted to close up but couldn’t, Erik trapped one leg around his left shoulder and the other foot was in an open locker, pushing against the base of it. His fingers went so, so fast now and T’Challa was grunting and moaning, pulling on Erik dreads and his other hand dug into the skin on Erik’s back. But he didn’t care.

“Erik! I’m going to cum!”

“Go on baby...cum for me. Fuck it, cum on me...”

The nature of his sentence was so sexy and his voice was so deep Erik felt T’Challa’s pussy tighten, clenching into his fingers. They were soaked and Erik’s evil look was teasing T’Challa. The look that read and said ‘cum now...do it’. T’Challa began seeing stars, feeling orgasms build up in both areas and Erik could see it.

“What’s first? Tell me.”

“My pussy!”

T’Challa couldn’t contain it and screamed, he began to cum on Erik’s fingers and when Erik didn’t remove his fingers he squirted viciously, soaking Erik’s beard. But Erik wasn’t finished with him. Erik put maximum thrust in his hand while jerking T’Challa off and T’Challa screamed again.

“FUCK!” He screamed, releasing all over Erik’s face and it took a while. His scream died down and he finished, groaning and moaning. He was limp after and slumped back onto the bench. Erik licked his fingers clean of T’Challa’s climax and allowed one look from T’Challa before he headed to the showers to wash himself off.

After five minutes, T’Challa limped to the showers and joined him. The image of Erik with cum all over his face, settling into his beard and trickling down his lips stuck in T’Challa’s mind for the rest of the day. They exchanged numbers and kissed one last time before parting ways. Erik went home to sleep with T’Challa in his dreams and T’Challa couldn’t concentrate when he went home to help his roommate find Thomas. Or Tony. Todd? Whatever the fuck the cat’s name was...

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #chadwick x michael #polypanther #implied #t'challa x bucky #winterpanther #sam wilson #fanfiction

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muraae · 6 years

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LMAO AREN’T T’CHALLA AND ERIC FIRST COUSINS?? WHAT IS THIS

Excellent point, anon. They are cousins, and I will admit I don’t care for that type of ship, but I just liked the dynamic these two have together (though I prefer T’Challa and M’Baku).

I’m assuming this is coming because of the Romeo and Juliet moodboard I created. With this AU, I can imagine that they aren’t related like how they were in the comics, or if they are then it’s a blood feud and neither T’Challa nor Erik know they’re related until it’s too late.

#dang I have not received an ask like since the reylo 2015 days #it’s rather refreshing #black panther #mcu #marvel #micwick #tcherik #tchalla #erik killmonger #erik stevens #njadaka #romeo and juliet au #jordwick #abbie speaks

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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I have le request w/ 16 and 32, just a little pointless KillChalla fic that could either be angsty or fluffy, depending on your choice: So Erik got thrown in jail for being a Bad Bitch. A few months later, T'Challa turns up to visit him and is le preggo.

I’m picking random requests in no order and answering them. The ‘tbd’ tag is ‘to be developed’ which means in the future, this will be extended or given a part two because I feel it could be better. Also, tried the past tense again…

Every day was a regretful one for Erik. He tried his hardest not to be like his mother and now he was exactly like her. And it was all over a stupid fight. Now he was spending a sentence in jail. Admittedly, he was getting out in a few months, but still.

Erik was in a club, dancing when he saw another man in his sights, a cute and lonely looking person with a beard that matched his. Because he was on his own too, Erik knew it was a match made in heaven and he approached the singular male, dancing next to him until they were both smiling enough for there to be some form of connection.

“I’m Erik…” Erik smiled as he gave the man a look he couldn’t fight.

“I’m T’Challa…” he said in a beautifully accented voice. It only took thirty minutes for T’Challa and Erik to go to the men’s room, using an out-of-order sign and telling the guy inside to ‘fuck off’. Well, that’s more Erik but still.

Erik pulled T’Challa’s pants down to his ankles and fucked him until he was screa-

“Erik? Bast, are you even paying attention?” T’Challa huffed. Erik came back to Earth and noticed T’Challa’s annoyed expression. He giggled and gave T’Challa an apologetic look. He didn’t mean to ignore his distant boyfriend, it was just the fact he hadn’t ejaculated since he last saw T’Challa, so it was a difficult position for him.

“I’m sorry baby, I was just thinking about when I first met you…”

T’Challa cleared his throat and Erik realized something was wrong, furrowing a brow.

“About that. Erik, I have something to tell you. It’s kind of important.”

Erik clenched his fists and his breathing became awkward.

“Don’t tell me you’ve moved on, I fought a fucker who called your ass thick, I’ll add more to that sentence if you’ve moved on.”

“Of course not you violent fool,” T’Challa laughed. “I’m pregnant.”

Erik’s eyes bulged and he didn’t know what to say…until he did.

“I’M GONNA BE A BABY DADDY?!” He screamed with excitement. Erik didn’t care if every visitor or guard was listening and watching, he was going to be a father. He danced with joy and even gave a thumbs up to the man upstairs, mouthing ‘you a real one’.

“Erik, sit down, please…” T’Challa chuckled.

“I’M FINNA BE A FATHER Y’ALL!”

Erik sat down shortly after and banged the table in excitement.

“So, what’s the gender? Boy or girl?”

T’Challa gazed into his eyes and found Erik’s reaction adorable. He hoped the following reaction would be the same.

“Well it’s definitely both…we’re having triplets!”

“I’m sorry what?”

T’Challa looked at him with a wide smile and giggled.

“Triplets!”

All Erik could think about were the endless nights, managing three babies at once, all crying and Erik would practically have dustbin bags under his eyes. But it made him smile back because it would be with T’Challa. And he would be a father to both a boy and a girl, with an additional member. He’d get to experience this was someone he loved.

“I love you, T’Challa. I can’t wait.”

“I love you too.”

The next few months were easy for Erik to oblige the rules in jail. Once he was let out, the first thing he did was go home. T’Challa insisted on being there for his boyfriend but Erik didn’t want stress for either T’Challa or the babies. When he got back, he was overwhelmed by T’Challa’s bump and started crying.

“Fuck…I’m a baby daddy…and I missed you so much!”

Erik hugged T’Challa tightly but kept note of the bump.

“I’m so happy to be home.”

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #polypanther #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #TBD

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Intersex!T’Challa (NSFW 18+ T’Cherik, T’Chonis, T’Challa/Erik/Donnie, Explicit)

Sorry it’s so late, I just kept going over it, a request from AO3 writer/artist Bad_Bunee / @hatefulneko

“Polypanther AU w/ T'Chonis and KillChalla - (Where Donnie and Erik be brothers or something…) Just a simple ficlet w/ trope 91 and 84 w/ them tag teaming T'Challa to make him forget a/b work and wrecking Dat Ass and just making the poor kitty shake, if you plzzzzz”

T’Challa gave a harsh gaze to the papers in front of him and groaned when he read its contents. This month’s bills aren’t the friendliest and looking at the numbers, T’Challa was lucky to keep a savings account in preparation for this. Admittedly it did not help to close the café for a week to make some decorative changes but T’Challa was grateful for his initiative to have a backup plan. Looking at the papers over and over again didn’t make the numbers change but it made T’Challa feel at ease knowing that it was something he could handle – in some cases the numbers are too big to make up for and people lose their businesses. His middle and index finger rubbed against his temple and it failed to de-stress him.

Erik spent a majority of the day sparring with his brother, keeping the boxer on his feet and it impressed him. Most people couldn’t keep up with Donnie, but Erik was definitely not ‘most people’. Erik and Donnie exchanged stories about their fights and laughed about how they both won their fights but the only difference was Donnie’s was in a ring and Erik’s was in the streets. Once they noticed the sky getting darker Donnie picked his bag up and Erik stopped him immediately, he insisted that he had to carry his brother’s bags. When they left the gym and returned home, Erik forgot that he hadn’t told T’Challa about his brother coming to visit so it didn’t come across his mind what would happen if Donnie stumbled into T’Challa while he was unpacking Donnie’s bags.

Luckily for him, T’Challa remained in their room trying to work out how a promotional campaign could help his café and the bills. Erik found T’Challa after unpacking Donnie’s bags and crawled onto the bed with a teasing look in his eyes completely discarding the papers on the bed.

“Come on...forget about these. Spend some time with me, I can treat you real good.”

“I cannot, these need to be completed soon or the café could be in jeopardy. Maybe tomorrow.”

Erik let a small grunt out and pounced on his boyfriend followed by smothering his neck with kisses. T’Challa tried to object but slowly closed his eyes and his cock twitched. But he knew he needed to get his papers completed so he tried to push Erik off.

“Erik...I’m being serious...I need to...to....”

Erik had an idea and stopped for a second which confused T’Challa because Erik never gave up.

“Aye, Donnie! Come in here for a second!” Erik shouted, which told T’Challa that Erik’s brother was here. Donnie walked in and saw the two on the bed which made him wonder if he should be there.

“Hey T, how’s the business?”

“Hello, Adonis. Well-”

Erik stopped him with a kiss to his lips and moved a finger over his lips in replacement after.

“You need to forget about work, and Donnie needs to forget about his ex-girlfriend...so let’s have some fun.”

Donnie tilted his head in confusion and looked at T’Challa after, that ass looked good enough to have a threesome with his brother.

“I’m down with it, just don’t touch me, alright?”

“T’Challa?”

T’Challa protested in his mind, but Erik and Donnie were heavenly specimens.

“Let’s do it,” T’Challa grinned.

Erik and Donnie were quick to rip their shirts off, pulling their pants off with ease and Erik grabbed the lube as quick as possible. T’Challa took his shirt off swiftly and removed his shorts which made both men drool. Erik added lubricant to his member first, letting Donnie do the same after and T’Challa sat there in awe of their dicks, they were huge. Erik’s he’d adjusted to, but Donnie’s, Donnie’s made him want to watch him workout. See that dick swinging about in his shorts.

Donnie got the rights to T’Challa’s ass, seeing as he was the visitor, and both men threw every paper off the bed with lubed fingers dampening the sheets. But nobody cared and nobody had any objections. Erik watched his brother stretch T’Challa out, using two fingers to move around and prepare his hole. Erik felt his cock twitch at the sight but remembered who was doing it and stared at T’Challa’s dick standing over his pussy. Donnie finished stretching T’Challa’s hole and slowly slid in, which earnt him a shuddering moan from T’Challa.

“So big...ahhh....”

Erik felt jealous and Donnie grinned which only made Erik get more heated. T’Challa spread his legs wide open so sliding down felt even better, his back arched and when his head looked up Donnie’s warm breaths welcomed his neck. T’Challa was aroused by Donnie’s hold on his hips and Erik had enough, moving to T’Challa and pushing his cock into his pussy. Erik made sure T’Challa’s legs were spread open and again, T’Challa could not contain his satisfaction and let a moan out that was louder than the one Donnie earned. It made Erik smile in victory. Erik felt T’Challa’s streams of moisture as he pushed in.

“You like that huh? Fuck...you’re so wet for me.”

Erik thrust slowly into T’Challa’s wetness, digging deep to let T’Challa’s moans be heard and Donnie was doing the same from behind, leaving T’Challa a moaning, shaking mess. T’Challa’s legs were stretched and laid over Erik’s thighs and Erik didn’t care if his legs occasionally brushed Donnie’s, all he cared about was satisfying his boyfriend. Erik kissed T’Challa’s chest while Donnie kissed the back and sides of T’Challa’s neck, leaving T’Challa in the middle letting the two men do all the work. Soon he returned the gesture, kissing Erik’s chest and using his lengthy arms to reach behind and course all over Donnie’s firm back. As the minutes passed on, T’Challa began to sweat with the two other men and felt his orgasm getting closer.

“Fuck, Erik...Adonis...I’m close.”

T’Challa’s idea of close was different to Erik’s, because when Erik was close he was seconds away from cumming violently. T’Challa was more like a minute of heavy fingering or licking before his release would be granted.

“Shit, same...” Donnie moaned.

“The fuck? I’m like halfway there, y’all need to fuck more.” Erik said teasingly.

“Hey, dumbass, that means you need to fuck more too. We can’t all jerk off when we’re lonely.” Donnie spat back. Erik would say something but arguing with his brother during sex was not ideal. Donnie reached T’Challa’s sweet spot and abused it, sending the man crazy. He twisted his waist and clawed at Donnie’s back but the scratch marks didn’t matter to Donnie.

“Fuck, oh shit...mmmm...” Donnie spurted out. His body slowly begun twitching and he yelled when it was time. “FUCK! OH SHIT!”

He released his cum into T’Challa, spurting violently from the slit of his dick and his dick throbbed with every spurt. His body shook and spasmed violently until all of his cum was finished and when he pulled out the last streams were easy to wipe off his tip and away from the bridge of his cock. Erik felt his orgasm coming too and smashed against T’Challa’s walls violently until he was ready to cum.

“Ok baby...fuuuuuck!”

Erik pulled out and jerked while his cum sprayed out, shooting everywhere and covering T’Challa’s face, chest and some of his beard. Donnie looked awkwardly at his brother ejaculating but was confused.

“Why’d you pull out? You tryna avoid a baby, could have used a condom.”

“Nah...my baby needs some special treatment of his own.”

Erik kept T’Challa’s legs spread wide open and began using his tongue to tease and lick T’Challa’s wetness, he rubbed and played with T’Challa’s clit which drove him crazy. He found the g-spot and teased it until T’Challa was close to Erik’s standards and T’Challa began to cum, screaming Erik’s name.

“Erik! Erik! Fuck!” He shrieked, gushing his release and leaving Erik’s beard damp with fluid. T’Challa laid on the bed, dazed and confused, panting and seeing stars while Erik cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Donnie took a shower while Erik sat down next to T’Challa, who was coming back to earth.

“Did that take your mind off work? Give you a bit of time to relax?” Erik smiled.

“Yes...but now I’m tired...I’ll work on these papers tomorrow.”

“So, it worked?” Erik grinned.

“For now. Thank you, and I’ll thank your brother too when I wake up.”

“Sleep well baby,” Erik smiled, he kissed T’Challa on the lips, and then his forehead. T’Challa closed his eyes and tried to sleep, sometimes the image of the threesome played in his head. If Donnie was staying for a week, work could wait.

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #t'chonis #t'challa x adonis johnson #t'challa x donnie #chadwick x michael #polypanther #pwp

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Irresistible (T’Chonis) or Commitment (Micwick)

"Because no matter what you do, or where you go, you will always be in my heart. I don’t care about the past unless it’s when I’m old with you and we remember everything we did together.”

An idea I never acted on...

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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So it’s canon that T’Challa checks out/admires Erik’s body? Look at his eyes and tell me that’s not the case.

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #t'challa #t'challa udaku #erik killmonger #erik stevens #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #t'challa udaku x erik killmonger #erik killmonger x t’challa udaku #black panther

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Missing Boyfriend (deaf!Erik, T’Challa/Erik)

When Erik wakes up from his slumber, his eyes open to an empty bed which bewilders him. He leans forward and notices a lack of presence regarding his boyfriend. He furrows an eyebrow and sits up, scoping the room for any hints but gets nothing in return for his searching efforts. He would go missing on my birthday, Erik thinks to himself. Erik never wakes up to an empty bed, his normal routine of waking up is kissing T’Challa and moaning because he doesn’t want T’Challa to get out of bed. Now alone, he pouts and slowly stands up, stretching and yawning. Once he’s semi-awake, Erik slowly stumbles to the bathroom, still not finding his partner. He calls T’Challa’s name out and then chuckles at the realization that unless T’Challa’s response is to approach him, he will not know if T’Challa hears him or not. He’s sure he yells loud enough and waits thirty seconds but nothing.

Erik brushes his teeth and washes his face with cold water, staring into the mirror and observing his reflection. He still finds it weird to this day how he’s used to not hearing the tap running, the collision of water into the sink once he washes his face. T’Challa is there for him from day one, he remembers exactly how they meet.

T’Challa bumps into Erik at Starbucks, who sits alone watching anime on one tab and reading a comic book online on the other tab on his laptop. T’Challa feels nervous to talk to him, and Erik notices when he looks up and T’Challa looks down straight away, swerving eye contact not so subtly. It intrigues Erik and humors him because T’Challa looks so cute trying not to stare. The next time his head raises, Erik’s waiting for him with a huge smile and he gestures for T’Challa to join him by aiming his palm to the empty chair next to him.

‘Me?’ T’Challa mouths and Erik giggles because it looks cute. Maybe he says it, Erik doesn’t know, but what he does see is T’Challa being adorably shy and confused. Erik nods with a wink and smiles, welcoming T’Challa who returns the happy expression and approaches Erik. Erik takes his earphones out and leaves them on the table, watching T’Challa sit down next to him. T’Challa opens his mouth and Erik reads ‘I am D-Challer', he knows he has gotten it wrong. He puts one finger up, gesturing ‘one second’ and opens up a Word Document.

I’m pretty sure I read your name wrong...I’m Erik.

He laughs at T’Challa’s confusion and types again.

Oh yeah, I’m deaf by the way...

T’Challa gives him a cute, understanding look and nods. He moves his palm to the laptop and gestures ‘May I?’, which Erik responds to with a nod.

My name is T’Challa. Why did you have earphones in if you can’t hear?

Erik smirks when he looks at T’Challa and types.

It’d be awkward to accidentally play it out loud and not know. Or look weird watching something with no sound.

T’Challa laughs and Erik giggles, when T’Challa takes another sip of his coffee Erik observes him.

If I could hear your voice, would I be turned on?

Erik chuckles as T’Challa reads and his eyes grow wide with a lack of anticipation. He looks at Erik with a teasing expression and bites his lip, typing an answer he knows will set Erik’s imagination wild.

Definitely. It’s deep, and smooth. You’d be amazed every day, but even the vibrations from my throat when I speak will be good enough for you.

Erik looks up straight away and T’Challa enjoys his reaction. He goes to type again and this time does it with fast pace.

You describe your voice like it’s fanfiction. Do you want to go out sometime, maybe I can feel that deep, smooth voice...?

T’Challa smiles at Erik, who looks in anticipation, and T’Challa takes his hand. He looks him in the eyes and grins with Erik’s palm flatly against his throat. Erik reads, and feels, ‘yes’.

Back in the present time, Erik grins at the memory and leaves the bathroom to look for T’Challa downstairs. He only wears yesterday’s basketball shorts but all that matters is finding his missing boyfriend. When he reaches the living room he finds a birthday cake laying on the table and something small, wrapped in gold wrapping. Before he can pick it up he feels himself being lifted off his feet and something wrap around his waist. Before he knows it, he’s being spun around and fails to contain his hysterical laughter, especially when he gets thrown onto the couch and identifies T’Challa as the one doing it. T’Challa pounces, kissing his neck and then his lips, Erik’s still laughing through the kiss.

“I love you,” T’Challa signs. ‘I love you’ is one of the first lines of sign language T’Challa learns, after all, he finds himself using it a lot. “Happy birthday!”

Erik smiles and runs his fingers through T’Challa’s curls, reuniting their lips and signs ‘I love you too’ with a smitten look on his face afterwards, as if he’s holding a box of kittens and saying ‘awww’. T’Challa slides away to let Erik open his present and he slowly unwraps it, eager to discover what it is. When the unwrapping is complete, he giggles at the realization that it’s the cup T’Challa drinks when they first meet when he finds the same name they give the cup – ‘The Chiller’. But T’Challa stops him before he can hug him.

“Turn it around,” he signs. Erik raises an eyebrow and does so, reading the other side of the cup. There’s a lot of words, in small, black pen.

Erik, when I first met you, you were in Starbucks watching anime and reading comics. You were cute, funny and confident, and you made me feel confident. I have loved every second we have spent together, especially learning sign language and getting it horribly wrong at some points. I love waking up to your kisses every morning and falling asleep to your warmth every night. I love the way you smile even in your worst days, and your laugh when I do something stupid. You are the piece of art only I get to appreciate, and no price can buy or even compare to your beauty. I love your warm, brown eyes and those beautiful scars that I could individually kiss all the time. I want to spend the rest of my life being yours, so what I’m asking is...can you open the cup?

Erik feels multiple tears drop down his face and he looks so happy.

“Thank you so much, I love you more than anything,” he signs.

“I love you too,” T’Challa signs. “Open it.”

Erik looks at T’Challa, curious and overwhelmed with affection. He opens the lid and sees something at the bottom of the cup, so he picks it up and his head shoots up immediately to look at T’Challa with bulging eyes. It’s a ring.

“Will you marry me?” T’Challa signs with a huge smile on his face.

“Yes! Yes! I love you, yes!” Erik signs with full effort, crying and laughing. He jumps onto T’Challa quickly and hugs him tightly, moving T’Challa to let a few happy tears out.

This is Erik’s best birthday ever.

I originally lost the 300-word draft, and just wrote this in one go to vent out my frustration so if it’s messy I apologize. I feel like it was easier this time around writing it and I enjoyed writing deaf!Erik.

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #michael x chadwick #chadwick x michael #erik killmonger #t'challa #deaf!Erik

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Any man that sees T’Challa for the first time:

#polypanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #t'challa x m'baku #t'challa x tony stark #t'challa x bucky #t'challa x steve rogers #t'challa x stephen strange #t'challa x wade wilson #t'challa x w'kabi #t'cherik #t'jadaka #killchalla #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #t'challa x sam wilson #t'challa x everyone

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Erik being Erik #3

Erik: *stares intensely at T’Challa*

T’Challa: What is it?

Erik: Your pants...

T’Challa: What about them?

Erik: They’re still on.

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #chadwick x michael

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awakandangoddess · 6 years

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Morning After

Imagine (21)

This takes place post Late Night Special. If you haven't read it the link is here.

⚠️Warning⚠️: this will contain two men in a relationship so beware and it’s soft.

Enjoy!

A few hours after their session, the sun rises and its rays shine through the window waking Michael up first. He stirs around before he opens his eyes. When his vision is clear and his senses are intact, he feels he's on a body, his husband's body, and looks up to see Chadwick still sleeping. Memories from hours prior run through his mind making him bite his lip thinking about how good they were to each other.

However, Michael does feel kind of bad that he woke Chadwick out of his sleep. Due to this, he feels he should do something nice for his spouse. Michael smiles and kisses a sleeping Chadwick on the cheek before carefully rolling out of bed.

About an hour later, Chadwick stirs around in his sleep before fully waking up. He feels around the bed and concludes that he's the only one in it. He sits up slowly thinking about last night. Like every other time they had sex, the moment is filled with love. Michael screaming and moaning, Chadwick thrusting and feeling all over his baby’s body; nothing can replace the passion that’s there.

Suddenly, the scent of pancakes hit Chadwick's nose. He smiles now knowing where his lover is.

Chadwick gets out of bed to put on a robe and makes his way downstairs to see Michael at the stove scrambling eggs wearing nothing but a robe like himself.

Chadwick chuckles to himself before sneaking over to Michael, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him into his body making Michael gasp.

"Good morning, Mikey," Chadwick whispers into his ear then kisses it.

"Good morning, Chaddy," Michael responds biting his lip.

"What's all this?"

"This is my way of saying thank you for last night."

"Really?"

"Yes. You put it down last night, babe. Even if I woke you up for it," Michael laughs as he places the finished eggs on their plates.

"More like you put it down on me," says Chadwick as he back away from Michael so he can carry the plates.

"You wanna eat here? Or you wanna have breakfast in bed?"

“Here. Because if we have breakfast in bed, I’m gonna want to eat something else.” Smiling at his statement, Michael sets the plates down on the table. They both take their seats and say grace before digging in.

Chadwick puts butter and syrup on his pancakes before taking a bite, and they’re not even five minutes into breakfast before Chadwick is already complimenting the food.

“Damn, Mikey, these pancakes are good. One thing about you for sure is that you can cook.”

Michael swallows his bacon before speaking. “Thank you, Chaddy. Aye, one thing about you for sure is that you got something good down there.”

Chadwick chuckles as he finishes eating his pancakes. “I must do if you woke me up for that and not snacks.”

”That dick could be a snack though,” says Michael casually as he sips his orange juice while Chadwick nearly chokes on the rest of his pancakes.

“Are you trying to kill me at breakfast?” Chadwick jokes.

“What do you think I put in those pancakes?”

“Hey!” Chadwick exclaims.

Michael laughs. “I’m just kidding with you, babe.”

The couple finish breakfast and put the dishes in the sink. Michael starts getting ready to wash them until Chadwick wraps his arms around his waist and places his hands on top of Michael’s to stop him.

“I’ll wash them later,” Chadwick tells him. “Right now let’s just chill.” Usually Michael doesn’t like to leave the dishes unattended, but he figured he could relax with his husband since they’re not busy with interviews, promotions, or filming today.

“Okay,” Michael replies turning around in Chadwick’s arms and kisses him on the lips.

Chadwick pulls the strings loose on Michael’s robe letting it fall open exposing his body. Chadwick picks him up, wrapping Michael’s legs around his waist making them both laugh and kiss each other on the lips again before carrying him up the stairs to their bedroom to kick back for the day.

Note: gif is not mine.

I hope y'all enjoyed it!!

#micwick #jordwick #chadwick boseman x michael b jordan #michael b jordan x chadwick boseman #chadbjordan #michael x chadwick #chadwick x michael #michael b jordan #chadwick boseman #black panther #t'challa #erik killmonger #n'jadaka #awakandangoddess #morning after #man x man #breakfast #michael makes breakfast for his man

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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do you think erik sings "freak hoe" to t'challa 'cause of his booty?

Yessss!

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'challa x erik #micwick #jordwick

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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Can you make a t'cherik Moldboard with an AU of t'challa being a cheerleader and Erik being the outsider boy who gets into a fight with the popular kids ?

bonus:

“You think I like fighting people?”

“So why do you do it?”

“Because all my life, every time someone approaches me, it ain’t to talk. It never is. It’s either to say some stupid shit, or start a fight. Nobody ever wants to talk to me…” Erik says sternly, T’Challa can hear the shakiness in his voice, the tears being held back.

“Well, every time I approach you, it’ll always be to tell you how much I love you. How beautiful you are. How happy I am to be with you.”

here’s the au story by @usefulrein

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'monger #killchalla #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #erik killmonger #t'challa #t'challa udaku #au #fanfiction #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan #michael x chadwick #chadwick x michael

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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anon who requested the make up/break up fic, i’m so sorry i deleted the answer, but here’s the fic.

Alone.

That’s all Erik feels for the last three days. Every time he turns his head he does not see the Wakandan paintings they buy together. He does not see the freshly painted walls that they spend an entire two days covering, sacrificing expendable shirts to get the job done. But the harshest part of it all, the deepest wound of them all...he does not see T’Challa. His eyes are red most of the time now, not-so-fresh from crying, it’s only fresh if it’s a new thing, and it’s the only thing Erik does. Now all he sees is the minimal furniture of the hotel he stays at, the stains on the bleak, beige walls and the barely acceptable bed he buries his body in.

“You treat me like I have some sort of obligation to have sex with you! I try to please you, but nothing pleases you unless it penetrates you, Erik!”

Erik tries to work out where it goes so wrong. How he allows himself to ruin possibly the only good thing in his life. His eyes stalk the ceiling, retracing steps in his memory to the good times. Not the shouting he does when he’s angry, but the laughing he does when T’Challa tries to keep up with his dancing. Not the tears that pour when he’s upset, but smiles he gives when he sees T’Challa the second his eyes open. Erik has everything he needs, and now he has nothing. Why does he let it this far?

“Why the fuck are you complaining? You always find some shit wrong with me, now it’s about YOU giving ME dick?”

T’Challa sits alone in his room, it’s much different to sharing a bed with Erik. Waking up to his beautiful fragrance in the morning, burying his head under Erik’s chin to feel warmer. Now all he does is bury the rim of a glass between his lips, drinking a crimson outlet to forget his problems. Shuri tries to call him but he cannot hear anyone’s voice other than Erik’s. It’s too early, yet it feels like it’s been forever without his voice whispering into his ear. Begging T’Challa not to leave the bed for another ten minutes, or telling him how beautiful he is.

“Because you don’t respect me anymore! I don’t love being your go-to for a quick screw, all the time! And if all that makes you happy in this relationship is my penis then...maybe...maybe I can’t love you.”

The Wakandan hates remembering that sentence every day. The thought of Erik’s expression kills him every time it haunts him, seeing all the anger leave his face and hurt replacing it. For the first time in a long time, T’Challa watches Erik lose the fight to hide his upset and he simply nods with teary eyes, barely able to whisper ‘okay’ multiple times as his voice cracks. All T’Challa wishes is to go back in time, and never say what he says. To tell Erik he’ll always love him, even in a time like this.

Erik decides it’s time to see sunlight, make a start on moving on. Of course, he knows it’s easier said than done but shopping for ice cream is better than sitting in his hotel room doing nothing. Even if he is getting the ice cream to sit and do nothing in his hotel room while eating it. He lazily gets ready, throwing on the simplest outfit of a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and grey trainers. When he leaves his room, he looks at it and sighs before closing the door. This is what it’s going to be like now.

His attempt to only buy ice cream goes horribly wrong when he sees a flyer for whiskey, ice cream and whiskey is his number one outlet for disasters but he promises himself to leave it alone after he goes through three tubs and two bottles in one night when T’Challa leaves for a few days to be with his family. When he looks at the flyer, it encourages him to pick up more tubs and when he closes the freezer door, he goes to buy the whiskey. He’s not proud of how much whiskey he’s buying but he also doesn’t care too much, so he takes the bag with a faux smile and leaves.

T’Challa notices a set of car keys on the floor and there’s only one person in the line of direction so they have to be his. T’Challa quickly picks them up and chases after the man in the distance, but it’s when he looks at the keys he notices something. The man who’s searching in his pockets looks familiar from behind. And the car...it looks like...but it can’t be. The man turns his head enough for T’Challa to get clarification and it’s a hard pill to swallow. But he still walks over and calls out.

“Excuse me...I think you are looking for these.”

Erik recognizes the voice and clenches his jaw. When he turns around, T’Challa stands there with an awkward smile. They stare at each other for a few seconds before Erik puts the bags down and takes the keys from T’Challa, not losing eye contact.

“Thanks...so how’s everything.”

“It could be better,” T’Challa answers honestly. “Could be less lonely, if I’m being honest.”

Erik nods, taking a sharp breath.

“Same. Thanks for the keys,” Erik says sternly. He doesn’t want T’Challa to see him cry.

Erik opens his car and puts the bags in but before he can get in the car T’Challa needs to tell him something.

“Erik, wait! I just want you to know...I didn’t mean what I said. I know I hurt you and it was unfair, so if you want to leave and forget about me I can understand. I will never stop loving you.”

Erik stops and stares at the ground.

“I’m sorry...about the whole, needy sex thing. I didn’t mean to objectify you.”

“Look, we both could have said better things. But we still can. Please, give me another chance.”

Erik looks at T’Challa and sees his eyes begging for forgiveness. He cannot turn T’Challa away and tells himself ‘fuck it’ before running to give him a hug. They both hold tightly onto each other and relieved gasps escape from both of them. They’re both so happy this isn’t the last time they’ll see each other.

“I’ll cut down on the demand for sex, I promise. You’re more than an object T’Challa, you’re a part. A part of me that if it goes away, the rest of me can’t function. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They break away but this time it’s different.

“Come on, you can come to my hotel room and stay the night. Wanna get drunk, eat ice cream and fu...”

Erik stops himself but T’Challa grins and he never curses, but not this time.

“Erik Stevens, I would love to get drunk, eat some ice cream and fuck you.”

Here’s something similar to the request you sent, I wrote it a while ago.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13831071/chapters/33942273

#t'cherik #killchalla #t'jadaka #t'monger #killpanther #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #micwick #jordwick #chadbjordan

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