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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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awakandangoddess · 6 years

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Stranger: Hey, I like your top

Erik: Thanks, his name's T'Challa ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#black panther #t'cherik #t'challa #killchalla #t'cherik forever #erik x t'challa #killpanther #marvel #t'challa x erik #wakanda forever #awakandangoddess #erik killmonger #t'jadaka #t'cherik version of this #has this been done yet #well here's this

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ishipbullshitso · 6 years

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Can i get a Erik grown up in Wakanda? I want some puppy love between erik and tchalla going into full love

wMe likey (don’t mind my informality, but I apologize if this is not to your standard-I don’t write puppy love in a typical way).

Since the beginning, N’Jadaka has always T’Challa’s favorite person. If you ask him about it, he would deny it completely, but there is no one else in Wakanda he would rather spend time with.

Since diapers, the two were stuck by the hip. T’Jadadka would pull at his hair (or causing any trouble/pain that would satisfy him in that moment) and T’Challa would cry-but if you were to remove them from each other, T’Challa would cry harder.

When they grew into elementary age, the two developed varied personalities. T’Challa loved helping out where he could, bright and inquiring eyes to everything that he was learning. N’Jadaka was.. N’Jadaka. Sometimes he would care about traditions and other times he questioned about life outside. He was quickly chastised and T’Challa pitied him for that. In their time alone, they would sneak out to Panther rock and talk about what life would be like outside of Wakanda.

“I think there isn’t as many rules out there.. I am pretty sure they don’t have a Black Panther,” N’Jadaka picks up a broken rock and throws it off of the ledge. T’Challa was too busy looking at the stars in the sky to answer properly.

“I think there is no place better than Wakanda,” but N’Jadaka scoffs.

“Yeah right, maybe for you. I think there is tons of places that could be better than here.” N’Jadaka lays there beside of T’Challa, reaching his hand out for his cousin to grab. It was not something that was shamed between them. They always held hands or whispered something in each other’s ears. Queen Ramonda would catch them occasionally and break them apart, but this is them. T’Challa squeezes his hand, smiling at his through long eyelashes. N’Jadaka smiles at his, wide and happy again. It was far beyond their curfew to return their rooms, but there is no doubt that one of them would think up an excuse to dismiss them.

“If you could change your name, what would you name yourself?” T’Challa shrugs and thinks hard for a solid minute.

“I do not think I have an answer,” T’Challa says, “all I have ever known is my name.”

“I would like the name Erik. It sounds cool to me.”

“What a beautiful Erik you would be, N’Jadaka.” It was not supposed to come out the way it did, but N’Jadaka was beaming and T’Challa would never impose on his happiness like that. Besides, T’Challa would be a liar if his cousin was not beautiful, and T’Challa does not lie.

When T’Challa had come of age to start learning how to be a proper King, N’Jadaka had caused proper trouble. He would sneak out more and come back drunk with something that he stole from the market. No matter how many times he was punished, nothing would stop him from causing trouble with his hands or his mouth.

T’Challa had developed a deep crush with Nakia. He admired her strength, her stubbornness. In some ways, she reminded him of N’Jadaka with her ideals of leaving Wakanda and doing something more than stay within this country. If he is being honest, if his cousin was not such a rogue in the way he thinks, Nakia could be the female version of N’jadaka-it was a stretch, though.

The more his cousin got in trouble, the more the two grew apart. T’Challa could not be around such an influence without getting punished and he felt as if he had something to prove always. N’Jadaka, in his words, “does not give a rhino’s tail” and can do as he pleases. They argued over the small things now. T’Challa took Nakia to Panther rock to look at the stars and N’Jadaka yelled that “that is their spot.”

In the end, their friendship was suspended. T’Challa focused on his future as a King and N’Jadaka, a future without Wakanda.

One day, a note appeared on his bed. It read:

“T’Challa,

I have found a way out of Wakanda. By the time you receive this, I will be gone. I am sorry that I have not been the friend that you needed. I am sorry for the times I was envious because I was not the perfect kid that you was and that Nakia was taking things out of our friendship. I will come back one day, I promise. I couldn’t leave my favorite cousin like that.

I love you very much, T’Challa. Do not forget that.

-N’Jadaka, your favorite person”

T’Challa did not sleep that night, tears replacing his previous comfort. The absence of his best friend impacted his view of everything. He remained eager to learn about the throne and absorbed his nation, but could not help but wonder about his cousin in the mean time.

Is he dead? Did he make it to somewhere he is happy? Does he miss me too? - eventually, the thoughts became less and less.

“My King, there is someone here for you.” T’Challa shrugs it off. He has had a rough day and he wishes to see someone else.

“Can they wait, Okoye?”

“No, my King. He crossed into the border and he has our marking. He says he is here for you.” T’Challa sighs into his hands, but motions for the man. Okoye salutes and opens the door.

T’Challa freezes. There is no way-no way it could possibly be. The man has gold teeth, a beard, and dreads, but it looks exactly like-

“N’Jadaka,” T’Challa breathes out. His heartbeat increases and the room spins. His cousin smiles, his gold teeth reflecting.

“I figured you might not recognize me,” N’Jadaka winks, “and I go by Erik now, actually.” T’Challa wants to scream in happiness, run over, and hug the life out of his returned cousin. Instead, he is still frozen.

“You gonna come over here or what?” And his legs move. He wraps his arms around his cousin and breathes him in because by Bast, he never missed someone so much (second to his father). Erik hugs just as tightly, not letting go for a while.

The two catch up well. T’Challa cancels literally everything that he can. He tours Erik around Wakanda and Erik, in turn, tells him stories of America. T’Challa was not surprised that his cousin was top of his class and even less surprised that he joined a fighting force. It was all so N’Jadaka.

The worst came when T’Challa had to tell his cousin that his father, that both of their father’s, passed away years before. N’Jadaka broke down and T’Challa held him until he was able to stand on his own again.

Nakia visits once and N’Jadaka struggles to talk to her properly. He meets M’Baku and other tribes. Queen Ramonda celebrates his homecoming with a feast and a celebration with all of the tribes. Erik does not seem to enjoy it, so T’Challa drags him out to Panther Rock.

N’Jadaka was first to lay down and stare at the sky.

“I am sorry. It’s weird that the same people who would yell at me as a kid scream that they are happy to see me.” T’Challa moves to sit beside of him, brushing out his royal robes.

“It is quite different then what you are used to now, yes?” N’Jadaka only hums.

“How is you and Nakia? Thought you two would’ve hit it off already?”

“Hit it off? Nakia ties herself to Wakanda, not to me. We never established a relationship. We remain friends.” T’Challa catches the way that his cousin’s mouth perks up in the slightest, as if it was pleasing to hear that.

“I missed you more than anyone, you know that right?” It chokes T’Challa when that leaves Erik’s mouth. He lays down and N’Jadaka holds his hand instantly, commenting something about “old times sake.” This doesn’t feel like old times to the King; before their casual activities felt like spring, warm and easygoing. Now it feels like summer after hours of labor. Heat reached his cheeks, but T’Challa made no move to remove their hands.

“When I had time, I would look at the stars and think of you. You had no idea what is was like where I was. I’m certain you learned some, but nothing like what I have experienced. I have seen death, torture, a broken world outside of Wakanda. We do nothing to help them,” Erik’s hand squeezes intensely, but T’Challa squeezes back to remind him that he is here.

“Anyway, I thought of you almost everyday. At first, I thought it was because you was my best friend but I was wrong. It was so much more.” N’Jadaka-Erik-rolls over to his stomach. T’Challa looks in confusion, but his cousin just shakes his head and cups his cheek.

“Have you ever been in love, T’Challa?”

“I.” the King coughs, “I, um, do not know.”

“Well I have. It is one of the most painful and beautiful things I have ever come to experience. Isn’t it quite unfortunate that it is with someone who does not know if they’ve ever been in love.” Erik smiles and waits until it clicks in T’Challa. When it does, everything freezes in T’Challa.

“You..love me?” N’Jadaka scoots closer and their faces are inches apart.

“I wouldn’t come back for anyone else, My King.” In perfect Xhosa, Erik has reached into T’Challa’s heart and returned something that he wasn’t sure was missing.

He wastes no time, grabbing the back of his cousin’s neck and kissing him, expressing years of hidden emotions. Erik-N’Jadaka-whatever he wants to be-kisses back as if he was waiting the entire time for this moment.

The stars shine a little brighter that night as the two lay not only by each other, but with each other as one-once again.

Eventually Ramonda calls for the two back, but they ignore it. No excuse was needed for their absence because, hey, one of them is the King of Wakanda.

#t'cherik #sorry if it is lamely written #I am extremely tired #but i loved this prompt #killchalla #t'jadaka #they argue later because T'Challa needs to help people out #but T'Challa is scared of rejection from Wakanda #but Erik doesn't give two shits about what Wakanda thinks #so T'Challa does it #And Erik is right there as his support system

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mahalshairyballs · 6 years

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Let me return to try another life

A Killchalla soulmate AU, you can read it on ao3 here

Summary

When T’Challa is born, his parents are pleased to see a Wakandan name on his wrist.

This is a gift by @geckospeaks and @mahalshairyballs for the wonderful and amazing @baetchalla , we love you so much and we’re so grateful for everything you did for this fandom!!

I hope you will enjoy this little one shot made with all the love! 💖 💗 💖

#killchalla #t'cherik #t'jadaka #t'challa x erik #t'challa #erik killmonger #soulmate au #fanfiction #black panther #baetchalla

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whatnopictures · 6 years

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I’m not sure what they’re watching but Erik thinks it’s shit

#t'cherik #black panther #t'challa #erik killmonger #n'jadaka #mcu #marvel #clip studio #colour #netflix and chill #erik stevens #killchalla #t'jadaka

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lazaefair · 6 years

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Fixit, continued

Part 1

T’Challa comes around in front of him a little more, not quite blocking the sunset. He doesn’t look much like the photos Erik spent half his life staring at, eaten alive with gut-twisting jealousy. Bruises under his eyes, sweaty, haggard.

(Skin awash in red and gold, light caught in his hair, otherworldly—)

“Prince N’Jadaka of the Golden Tribe. My father committed a great wrong against you, and for that I am sorry.” T’Challa spreads his hands. “I would ask for your forgiveness, but I suspect you prefer actions over words.”

Erik looks into his stupid fucking handsome face and reaches for the rage, but by now the rage is draining out of the world along with everything else. “Fuck you,” he says, last gasp, all he has left, mouth filling with copper.

And then T’Challa moves - takes Erik’s hands in his. Touches him without violence for the first time.

“Cousin. Brother,” he says, spacing his words out with care. “Tomorrow, I will send word to the U.N. We will go to them and give them the truth, the truth of Wakanda. We will share. We will open ourselves to the world.” He falls silent. Then he cups Erik’s cheek, ducks his head down to look Erik in the eyes. “N’Jadaka. You are of my blood, my family. I would have you there, standing with us.”

Erik stares. The fairytale king of Wakanda, damn near pleading with him, like he hadn’t been about to murder everything T’Challa loved less than half an hour ago. Like he hadn’t been trying to finish the job on T’Challa himself.

Something gives in his chest. Won’t be long now.

But.

Maybe Wakanda’s the one that’s lost.

I should have taken you back sooner.

The most beautiful sunsets in the world.

He tries to speak. Has to spit blood first. “You got some fucking nerve, bro,” he says, breathless. “I woulda killed you and never looked back. You don’t let a killer like me loose around your family. Stupid.”

T’Challa’s fingers tighten around Erik’s. “My family owes you a debt—”

“Paid that when you went over the waterfall,” Erik cuts him off. “A life for a life. Got what you deserved. And then I got what I deserved. Everyone dies. You know?” Getting harder to push air through his throat.

“Don’t do this. N’Jadaka,” T’Challa says in a rush, finally starting to lose that calm, kinglier-than-thou composure. Erik manages to hoist half his mouth into a crooked smile at that.

“Tell you what, cuz,” he says. Good thing the light from the dying sun is still so intense, so stunningly red, because everything would be going gray otherwise. “You don’t lock me up, and you teach me that sweet move you used on me back there, and maybe I’ll think about not walking straight into the ocean like my ancestors did.”

Fuck, his eyes. Figures, the last thing Erik sees in this cosmic assfuck of an existence would be the man whose eyes he knows better than his own. They’re darker and kinder than in the pictures. Goddammit. “You have my word,” T’Challa’s saying, the sounds fading out in Erik’s ears, and then his hands are on the handle of the knife, pulling, pulling, fuck shit fuck shit goddamn hell fuck that hurts—

The last thing Erik keeps in his memory from this moment is the sight of T’Challa’s intent eyes, the feeling of T’Challa shoving kimoyo beads into his chest. And then: the soft dark swallows him up into kind oblivion, and he lets himself go with a sigh.

#black panther #t'cherik #t'jadaka #black panther spoilers #by lazaefair

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0bianidalas · 6 years

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I'VE SEEN T'JADAKA AS A SHIP NAME.

nOW THATS COOL

#i've only seen the other one #Anonymous #JARVIS got mail

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queenielacy · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Panther (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Killmonger/T'Challa, N'Jadaka/T'Challa Characters: Erik Killmonger, T'Challa (Marvel), N'Jadaka - Character Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, M/M Sex, Spanking, semi-public groping, N'Jadaka is a tease, T'Challa loves it tho, Cousin Incest Series: Part 3 of Lose Control Summary:

He always found a way to turn T’Challa into someone else, to make him lose control. He wasn’t sure if it was just a game to him, or if he really liked T’Challa when he let loose.

Erik is a little shit, but we been knew that

#t'cherik #t'jadaka #killchalla #tmonger #t'monger #fanfic #fanfiction

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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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awakandangoddess · 6 years

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Erik and T'Challa laid up together in T'Challa's big, comfortable bed, in each other's arms on a rainy night.

#t'challa #erik killmonger #t'challa x erik #erik x t'challa #t'cherik #t'cherik forever #t'challa x n'jadaka #n'jadaka x t'challa #n'jadaka #t'jadaka #rain #rainyday #can you stand the rain #gay #pride month #chilling

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ishipbullshitso · 6 years

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T’Challa enters the club, the nervous bile already in the base of his throat. He knows exactly what he has to do here, but it does nothing for the amount of uncertainty he is feeling currently. The moment he says the wrong thing and he is just another cop dead in an abandoned alley.

That is the kind of power that Erik has.

His real name is N’Jadaka, but you are definitely as good as dead if you call him that. He has such a high amount of deaths on his belt without his men helping him that he earned the name “Killmonger.” If you are smart, you do not say any of his names-thankfully T’Challa is a genius in his own fashion.

He walks to the bar. He orders a shot and swallows it down, hoping the alcohol with help with his fear. “Mxelele ukuba ndilapha,” and the bartender understands. His face hardens in seriousness, looking to the two guards at a door. He nods his head and the one of the men are approaching. T’Challa gets one more shot for good luck, then moves to follow the men past the door.

The halls are neon with art scattered along the walls. No doubt that most, if not all, of the paintings are stolen, but T’Challa does not talk. He has a mission and it is to save his ass.

They reach another door, but a hand stops T’Challa from walking in. He rolls his eyes, extending his arms so that they can confiscate his weapons-if he has any. They give him one more look before letting him in the door.

Erik sits like a man on a throne. His legs are spread open lazily, watching the woman spin herself around the pole. Erik almost looks disinterested, but then he sees T’Challa, and the woman is gone with a snap of his fingers.

“T’Challa does not move-you do not move unless invited. His hands lock tightly to each other. N’Jadaka looks amused with him, motioning him over with two fingers. He moves towards the king of the city warily.

“Get the fuck over here. I don’t bite..much.” Erik smiles, gold teeth shining. T’Challa tries not to think that the man is flirting and is moreof messing with his food. He sits on the couch and runs his hand on the leather.

“Savin’ your ass, huh? It’s not everyday that a cop comes in to beg for his life.”

“I do not beg,” T’Challa corrects, trying to keep cool, “I am simply honoring what I have in faith that you respect that.” T’Challa sits up straighter when Erik gets up.

“Faith? Respect? Honor? What an interesting choice of words coming from a cop talking to a leader in everything that has no honor or respect.” Erik touches his shoulder and the cop shudders-fear or something else, he has no idea.

“Cat got your tongue? Well, let me make this simple for you.” Erik climbs in his lap and all of the muscles in T’Challa’s lock up. He can feel the blade in the enemy’s left hand, pressed against his gut in case he jumps and tries something. T’Challa doesn’t break the eye contact though, but it seems to please Erik.

“You are mine now. You walked here with your head up, but you know better than anyone how I can snap my fingers are you’re dead. You spent years trying to find me after I killed your father,” T’Challa snarls, but N’Jadaka kisses his neck-a warning-”and now you have found me, but I am the only thing that is going to keep you alive now. Isn’t it ironic?” T’Challa wonders what got him into the situation, but he knows. His need to find N’Jadaka got him on some bad terms with the type of people who are just like the man above him-but they cannot do as much damage as N’Jadaka can and has. His life, anything and everyone he loves, is on the line. As bad as it is, he needs this disgrace of a man who kisses his neck to gain his attention.

“Yes. Very ironic.” T’Challa’s voice is tight, same as his muscles.

“There are certain conditions to this deal, you must know. Do not ask, for I will tell you when I need you. Wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect little life with drug running and I don’t want to ruin your pretty face with fighting, but I will find something. I am sure of it.” All he can do is nod and accept the terms, whatever they may be. With the smile on Erik’s face, he is certain this is more like a deal with the devil.

“Are we done here?” N’Jadaka is sucking on his neck, claiming his property. T’Challa bites his tongue and swallows anything that may come out other than words. This is wrong, so wrong, so so-but a low groan escapes, vibrating against the king’s lips.

“Kiss me and we are done here” but to hell with that. T’Challa debates in his head, but he knows there is no point. He leans forward and connects their lips. It isn’t anywhere sweet; Erik presses his lips hard and bites his bottom lip harder.

“Like you mean it,” Erik growls and T’Challa does as he is told. His hands move to grab N’Jadaka and closer and the other grabs the back of his neck. N’Jadaka throws his knife at the nearest wall and the sound of the blade entering the wall is dismissed.

Erik grinds down onto the cop’s growing member, and they do not break their kiss. The slide of their tongues is filthy and the room goes up in temperature. Erik grinds again, pleased when T’Challa makes a noise from the base of his throat.

With a bite to his bottom lip, N’Jadaka hops off of the couch, with a “we are done now.” We are far from done, T’Challa thinks as he gets up. He adjusts his pants briefly before leaving the way that he came.

He tries not to think about the eyes watching him leave. He also tries not to think about what he is pretty sure is going to be his “conditions.”

How royally fucked is he?

#t'cherik #killchalla #i am only doing an ask a day #hopefully #i tend to have busy days #t'jadaka #do enjoy my snippet of nothing

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