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The hate Shuri/Namor get is so funny to me, especially if you remember that a not insignificant number of people in the black panther fandom ship Erik/T'challa, and not once have I seen anyone shit one them...
Kudos to t'cherik shippers tho!! Royalty are always marrying their cousins, why not those cousins! Have fun and be free children!!
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killchalllla · 2 years
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Lover
by Lesrien
T’Challa turns into a panther (A repost)
Words: 984, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Black Panther (2018)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Erik Killmonger, T’Challa, Original Characters
Relationships: Erik Killmonger/T'Challa
Additional Tags: T’Challa turns into a panther, its a repost
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38633853
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sheep33hallow · 2 years
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Sterilize my Mate Ch. 1(ErikxT’Challa)
AO3
Summary: Erik has been in love with his friend T'Challa for a long time, and after being denied sterilization because he needs an Alpha's permission, T'Challa asks Erik to pretend to be his Alpha so he can get the procedure done. The Navy helped Erik have a strong wall of self control, but being able to touch his friend in a more intimate way may push him over the edge. 
Tags: not cousins, ABO, Alpha!Erik, Omega!T’Challa, Childfree, fake/pretend relationship
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Erik was staring at his best friend, T’Challa who was sitting across from him at his kitchen table. He just made breakfast for the both of them and he was trying to eat and listen to his friend rant about the same thing he has been ranting about for the past six months. Becoming sterilized. T’Challa has always been on the fence about never having kids, but after a breakup with his ex, he realized he would have been having kids because it was expected of him rather than it being something he actually wanted.
Erik respected that. He knew from a young age, he never wanted kids, took extra precautions whenever he slept with someone. Especially since he was a famous UFC fighter. Omegas and Beta alike, wanted his dick and as long as they signed the papers, and showed proof of birth control and knew to take a morning after pill, they could get it. Thank god for Alpha birth control as well.
T’Challa’s problem was that birth control often has negative side effects on him and he was tired of dealing with it and wanted a more permanent solution, but most of the doctors kept saying the same thing. “You need your Alpha’s permission” Honestly, he didn’t think doctors still thought that way. Shit, he even when up against Omega’s in the ring. They knew what they wanted and they shouldn’t need permission on things that affected them only.
He sat back in his chair and sipped on his smoothie. T’Challa was a beautiful ass Omega. He did have a kink for breeding as long as nothing was created for it. It’s a fantasy for a reason. He’s loved T’Challa for a long time, and he’s tried his best to not fight other Alphas that he brought around. He saved that raged for the cage. He chuckled at his own rhyme.
“What’s so funny, N’Jadaka?” Oh yeah, he was supposed to be listening.
“Just thinking about being Klaue ass for the third time next week” Good save.
T’Challa smiled at him. God, he was a hot piece of ass. He might complain during the moment but he would do anything for his friend.
“I’m glad you are confident. I’ll be watching it live.” He stuffed some eggs into his mouth.
“Shit, that little bitch ain't got nothing on me. Other people fall for his taunts, but I know he ain't nothing but talk.”
“That is true my friend.” T’Challa got up to walk to the fridge. He has some booty shorts on and an old hoodie of Erik’s. He’s been questioned often if T was his and he always was sad when he had to tell others ‘naw’. He just wanted to stuff his face in his cunt and lick all the way to the back. Thank god, for his time with the Navy, his self control was A-1.
He watch T’Challa pour some more juice into his cup and close the frigdge. He leaned against the counter before talking again. “Erik, I have a favor to ask.” He put his own cup down. “Wassup, T”
“You can say no, I would understand if it was too much of a hassle for you”
“Nothing is too much for you.” That made T smile.
“Would you pretend to be my Alpha,so I can become sterilized?”
His eyes widened. This sounded promising. “For how long?”
“We’d have to do an initial visit, a follow up, if approved and then I would need you there the day of the surgery. So it could be from two weeks to a month. Depending on the doctor. I would aim to find one that I haven’t seen yet.”
“Is there anything you’d need me to do besides sitting next to you?”
“Honestly, I’d say just be yourself, get loud if needed.” He chuckled. “But just scent me. I’d probably steal one of your shirts or jackets and play it up. I’m comfortable if you touched me intimately.”
“Can I growl at an Alpha in the waiting room if needed”
T’Challa, smiled and brought his cup to his lips. “I’d prefer it” he said before taking a sip.
Erik closed his eyes imaging touching that smooth brown sugar skin. It would be temporary, but worth it for all of the spank material.
He must of taking Erik’s eye’s closing as a bad response. “I thought so. It would be too much for you.” He put his cup down.
His eye’s slowly opened and he folded his hands on the table. “T, I would gladly help you.”
Those beautiful brown eyes shone brightly as they looked at Erik. “Thank you my friend.” T’Challa walked over to the table and grabbed his plate and put it in the sink. He looked over his shoulder at Erik.  “I have a client I must seen in an hour, so I shall be using your bathroom.”
“So you can’t use the guest room?” He joked.
“Well, I should have as much of your scent on me as soon as possible. So why not start now? Is there a problem my friend.” He was using that voice that he often used on other Alphas when they used to go clubbing back in college. Erik dug his nails into his thighs under the table.
“Hell naw, my scent is the best you’ll ever have on you.” “I can’t speak a reason to disagree, N’Jadaka.” And with that he left the kitchen.
Erik groan and threw is face into his hands. He hoped some of T’Challa slick would land somewhere in the tub so he could lick it up afterwards. He didn’t care if he sounds like a disgusting creep. That omega knew how to work an Alpha up and Erik was no different.
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After T’Challa left he didn’t find any slick in the tub, but he could a pair of T’s underwear and jerked off to it before taking a shower. He had a press conference today and W’Kabi would be here in a little while to pick him up.
He cleaned up the kitchen, sent a few pictures to his PR manager to post to his social media accounts and scrolled through reddit. He was apart of a few different subs and it was nice to be apart of a discussion without people knowing who he was.
He was sitting on his porch when he ran his fingers through his locs and realized he had a lot of new growth. He’ll ask T’Challa to re-twist them whenever he saw him again this week. He needs to look right for his match, even if he ended up bloody by the end.
A honk, brought him out of his thoughts. He grinned when he saw his homie in the car.
“Sup fool” He got in the passenger's seat and they did their greeting handshake with one another.
“Ah, I see T’Challa has once again visited.” He responded after driving away from the curb.
“Yeah, T is always over. Ain’t new shit.”
“Ah, very true, but it seems a little more potent than usual.”
He instantly thought of the moment he was stuffing his nose into T’Challa’s underwear. He groaned and laid his head again the headrest.
“Is something bothering you, Erik?”
“I think T’Challa is going to finally send me to my final resting place. If I die, you must wear my clothing for a week, so I can piss off your wife one more time beyond the grave.”
W’Kabi chuckled. “My Alpha would dig you up and destroy your corpse beyond recognition.”
“Man, it wouldn’t matter, I’d already be resting peacefully because I got to scent T’Challa.”
They were at a stop sign before W’Kabi was able to look at Erik in the eye with shock. “How did you manage that? That’s something you fight with yourself over daily.” He returned his eyes to the road and continued driving.
“Ya know, how its been difficult for him to get sterilized?” W’Kabi nods. “Well he asked me to pretend to be his Alpha so he could finally get approved by the doctors.”
“It’s a shame that it’s that difficult for omega’s to have control over their bodies.”
“Pssh, right.” Erik saw the conference center up ahead.
“So he said you can scent him?”
He rubbed his hands together and grinned. “Fuck yeah he did”
“How T’Challa don’t see your perversion is beyond me.”
“Oh he knows, I’m a freak, I just try my best not direct it toward him. He’s my friend first and obsession second.”
W’Kabi laughed out loud at that. “I can’t. Hahaha. You’re terrible Erik.”
“And when I asked, if I could growl at any Alpha in the waiting room, he gave me those bedroom eyes and said he’d prefer it. Fuck that little tease. I have scratches on my legs from keeping myself in check.”
Erik notice at his friend was still laughing at his misery. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” They just parked the car and he saw the media vans getting their equipment together.
“How about this? After the press conference, we’ll go back to my house and smoke some weed, and order food? Okoye knows I might ask you over and she’ll be training people late tonight since it’s summer time.”
Weed and one on one time with his friend. Erik was down and he said so.
“Good. Let's go into the back to get you ready then.”
Erik hopped out of the car already getting into his Killmonger mindset. The people wanted a show and he would give them one.
Part 2
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tjadakaa · 3 years
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Currently thinking about Killchalla hugging for the first time post snap. It's been a moment for T'Challa and 5 years for N'Jadaka. Agh.
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libramayablue · 2 years
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Question: What's another way to transfer music from your computer to your iPod without Itunes?? I have been trying to use Itunes, but half of my songs weren't on there. 😩😵
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killchallahub · 4 years
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Killchalla fic rec
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“ By afternoon he's convinced himself--and a growing pile of sandbags and three bruised and terrifyingly polite Dora Milaje who haven't killed him probably only because of strict orders--that it's some cultural thing and it would be weird for him to call T'Challa out on it. “
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slash-fanfic-recs · 4 years
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T’Challa/Erik - hands on your body (i don't wanna waste no time)
Title: hands on your body (i don't wanna waste no time)
Author: insincerely (AO3)
Rating: Explicit (NC-17)
Fandom: Black Panther
Word Count: ~3k
Tags: PWP, bottom!t’challa
Summary: T'Challa keeps the window to his private quarters open at night.
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Ok u motherfuckers
Get ready for some truthtellun'.
I don't ship people who are related or have an established family dynamic. It's not my taste, and that's fine. But I see so much vitriol and hate against people who ship T'challa and Killmonger... More than I EVER see against Thorki or Wincest tags. And it pisses me off, because you KNOW it's a race thing. Because it's ok if it's white characters I guess? Because you will see these ass holes threatening and bullying teens for putting stuff in the T'cherik tag, and those same assholes are all "lol I'm house Lannister bichez", or even better, shipping reylo when kylo basically mind-raped Rey in the first movie but THAT'S apparently fine.
Like, I don't like it, but I don't like that kind of ship in any fandom. But you can bet your ass I see the problem when Thorki blogs get a free pass. And don't give me that "Loki's adopted" bullshit excuse, they were still raised in a fraternal family aspect. If you're ok with Thorki or Wincest, but not ok with T'cherik, then fuck you. Also, learn how to fucking block tags you fucklamps, instead of threatening kids for posting their fanfic and it hurts your poor little snowflake feelings that they like something you don't.
TL;DR: if white relatives fucking each other is ok with you but not black relatives, then you need to stop being a racist piece of shit.
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awakandangoddess · 4 years
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What do you think T’challa would have to do to get Erik to say he hated him? (Like after they’ve confessed their feelings and shit)
I've been thinking about this question. It's a good one.
T'Challa would have to hit Erik where it hurts most. And that would be not being actually sensitive to all Erik has been through in his life. From his mom being away in jail, his dad's murder, growing up quickly, and wanting to avenge his dad's death. T'Challa empathized with him, but if it all turned out to be a lie just to get Erik to not destroy Wakanda, he'd do more than hate T'Challa, he would want to kill him all over again.
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How that scene in Captain America Civil war should have gone.
Clint: Knock knock.
Black panther: Come in
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sheep33hallow · 2 years
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Sterilize my Mate Ch.2 (ErikxT’Challa)
AO3
Part 1
Summary:  Erik has been in love with his friend T'Challa for a long time, and  after being denied sterilization because he needs an Alpha's permission,  T'Challa asks Erik to pretend to be his Alpha so he can get the  procedure done. The Navy helped Erik have a strong wall of self control,  but being able to touch his friend in a more intimate way may push him  over the edge.
Tags: not cousins, ABO, Alpha!Erik, Omega!T’Challa, Childfree, fake/pretend relationship
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It’s two days before his match with Klaue and the day T’Challa set up for his appointment. Erik sits in his tub, thinking. He’s been up since 6am to get some practice with W’Kabi, and he already spoke with his parents. His morning ritual is halfway done and now a nice soak as it nears 11am and he contemplates his life.
He’s currently 26 and he’s been friends with T’Challa since he was 6. T was an older kid on the block who took Erik under his wing. He was an aggressive mess of a kid, but T’Challa was always patient and intellectually sassy when he spoke to him. They have mutual friends and non-mutual friends. Especially when he went to MIT, and T’Challa went to Avengers State University, so he could become a licensed veterinarian to help with his family’s compound.
T’Challa comes from a long line of vets, and his family also owns the #1 pet food company. They do weekly tours and people can see celebrity pets or spot Shuri giving a demonstration on the latest pet prosthetic she created.
Erik nudges his toe to turn the hot water back on and releases the tension from his shoulders as he leans back. Once it's up to par, he nudges it off again.
Honestly, it's still a bit odd to lust after T’Challa so much. Growing up he always found him to be beautiful and peeped glances at him sometimes and he didn’t realise how possessive he acted toward him until his Dad sat him down and explained the second gender shit to him at 12. He thought it was just being a friend but he was staking his claim unconsciously. When T went to an Omega only high school it was better to control himself and then the Navy made it better.
He thinks the trigger was when T’Challa announced he definitely didn’t want children and started looking for sterilization. His inner Alpha started to see him as a possible mate because their life goals started to align better. Smile looked more beautiful, his laughs sounded more sexy, and when he walked in front of Erik, he wanted to wrap his arms around his waist and whisper his undying devotion to him.
Fuck! He thought. He heard the water hit the floor from his frustrated kick. The air moved deeply in his lungs as he breathed in and out. He was really stuck on T’Challa. Not because he was an omega. Shit omegas are always around, but because he was his equal. A man. A pure, honest and intellectually stimulating man. He wanted T’Challa to focus on his goal first and maybe before another bitch-ass fool waste his time, he might see an opening to get his friend to look at him that way.
Before he could linger more on his thoughts, he heard his phone go off.
“Siri, answer my phone.”
“Erik… can you hear me?” Oh it was T. He squinted his eyes. What time was it? He looked at the clock. He had 40 mins before T’Challa was to show up at his place. “Sup babe” He smirked. A cute laugh answered him.
“Already getting into character N’Jadaka?”
“Shit, I’m being myself, but if that makes you feel better to think I’m playing, then so be it.” He hopped out the tub and flicked the knob to open the drain. He grabbed a towel and left his en suite.
“Being yourself is what I like best.” He heard a honk in the background.
“Where are you at T?” He dropped his towel as he walked into his closet. He looked at his hat, wondering if it was fuckboy vibe type of day.
“On my way to you, my friend.”
“How close are you?” He found a green sweater T gave to him last Christmas.
“About five minutes.”
He groaned silently to himself. Of course,he was that close. It was Erik’s own fault for not paying attention to the time. “Just let yourself in. We can take my car when you get here.” He shook the sweater out. It had some fuzzies on it.
He didn’t hear anything for a while. He was about to look at his phone before T’Challa spoke. “That actually sounds nice. I’ve been tired from work” The yawn that followed, verified his words.
“Aww, why don’t you just become my househusband and quit working?” He joked, pulling his sweater over his head.
“I doubt Baba would allow me to be married off and never work again.”
That made Erik smile. “I’d fight your pops for you. Give him dowry. Don’t you legacy families like dowry?” He found some black slacks and beige loaders to put on.
T’Challa laughed. “Actually we do. Previous offers were denied because they couldn’t pay for me.” How the fuck did he not know about this? Dowries and previous offers. Before he could reply.
“I’m here, N’Jadaka” The call ended.
Thank fuck he was done getting dressed. All he needed was some cologne. Another gift he got from T. Selling this idea to the doctor was going to be easy.
He heard the door being opened and closed. Thoughts on talking to his accountant and dowries would have to be put on hold. He knew T would come upstairs to meet him, so he went back into the bathroom to fluff out his locks and pluck any unkempt areas on his face.
He was almost done plucking when he heard his name.
“Erik”
He looked over to the door and saw T leaning against the frame.
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tjadakaa · 4 years
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9aynu99ets · 4 years
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Close the gap,please
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me reading the comments after posting horrible soul-crushing fanfiction of my otp
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queenielacy · 5 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Panther (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Killmonger/T'Challa Characters: Erik Killmonger, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cousin Incest, Cuddling & Snuggling, Stargazing, The Elders are haters, Queen Ramonda is a hater, Feelings Realization, Feelings???, what are those?, Erik doesn't know her, Explicit Language, Erik says some bad words Series: Part 14 of Lose Control Summary:
Erik realizes he has feelings for T'Challa
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