#ticklish!tchalla

[fluffymcu]

Lights out (t'challa x reader)

A/n: I just now realize the title sounds like you're about to knock someone out but that's not what's happening XD

"Scoot over. There's not enough space." T'challa mumbled groggily, lying on the literal edge of the bed. You were not at all ready to sleep so you thought it was a good idea to keep your husband up too. So you sprawled out on the bed like a starfish and refused to move.

"But I'm comfortable. Move over your hogging the bed!" You smirked and moved closer to him, nearly shoving him off the bed.

"Don't you think you have enough space already, my queen?" You couldn't see him, because the lights were off, but he was growing upset and was rolling his eyes.

"Nope. If fact, why don't you scoot over a bit more?" You shuffled an inch closer and that was enough to get him to tip over. The only problem was that he went to grab you to drag you down with him, making you let out a squeal.

You landed on his chest and he trapped you against him, holding on tightly to your waist.

"I assume this was your plan all along, to annoy me to the point where I lose my sleep?" You heard him say. You tried to release yourself of his grip with no avail.

"What are you thinking to do?" You asked. His hands moved up and down your waist as he thought for a moment. The movement was enough to get you squirming and soon enough your silent squirming turned to quiet giggling, bringing a smile to the King's lips.

"Oh, nothing, darling. Nothing at all." He sped up his movements and started digging his fingers into your sides. You squealed and kicked out your legs in hopes to get free but your attempts were futile.

"Wahahahait! Wahait you cahahant!" You begged. "Plehehehease!"

T'challa smirked and dug into your armpits. "Oh, but I can." He chuckled. "I am the king, I can do what I like."

You screamed as his fingers made contact with your hips. "STOHOHOP! IHIHIM SLEEHEEPY! I'LL GO TO SLEEEEEP!" You prayed he would stop and let you go to bed. You were so wrong.

"Oh, my queen, this is only the beginning."

Hope this was good🤞

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[ishipbullshitso]

Erik is ticklish and T’challa finds out mid way thru sex

Maybe this is good…?

Oh my Bast, I cannot believe I am about to do this, T’Challa thinks as he tosses N’Jadaka on the bed like he was weightless. The herb definitely has its advantages. But damn it if T’Challa is not going to take up the opportunity to have Erik under him-some new kind of victory just in his grasp.

The scarred man nearly rips his shirt off trying to get them to move along, tugging T’Challa back down with him for another lip bruising kiss, trying to memorize the taste of each other as if it was the only thing left. 

T’Challa discards of all of their clothing within minutes, somehow managing to minimally remove their mouths from each other, then dives towards the juncture of the neck, feeling the muscle tense under him. He licks the flat expanse, a contradiction of the raised skin from the neck down, and drags his tongue to underneath the lobe of the ear.

That has Erik moving, squirming underneath him, almost shying away from the intimacy. The King furthers it, running his blunt teeth over the area, examining the rather odd reaction. N’Jadaka sighs heavily, but it sounds like a repressed laugh, and he smiles though he bites his lip to hide it. T’Challa rises his head and hovers the man. 

“Are you.. ticklish?” And it is so wrong to tease before even reaching anything farther, but the glare that Erik gives him is so worth it (and neither of them are going to stop at this point). 

“No. I am..sensitive.” N’Jadaka’s face scrunches as if the last word is uncomfortable to say aloud. T’Challa laughs at the humor of the situation, halted short when Erik grinds his him with a point. 

“Get the fuck on. You’re not fucking my neck,” and that is not a horrible point. 

-

N’Jadaka claws at his back and T’Challa would be surprised if he is not bleeding. He has never been so rough, been with someone this rough, but this is beyond anything ever. It feels like morelike they are trying to hurt each other than pleasure, but he delves in it, thrives in it. 

T’Challa reaches around with one arm, grabs one of Erik’s hands, and pins them above his head. 

“Keep them there,” T’Challa demands as he grabs the other one. Instead of a witty comment, N’Jadaka does as he is told and keeps them there, and it would be a lie if T’Challa was not enjoying this. In fact, so much he feels like he has to prove his dominance one more time, as if he can never get enough. 

His lips connect beneath the lobe of the ear, sucking on the spot eagerly. 

“Fuck.. off,” in a mixture of a moan and a laugh, Erik gives himself away under the control of TChalla, who just wants to stay in that spot, just to hear him laugh, just to hear him moan. Fuck, T’Challa just wants him (it might be that he is enjoying sexing this man too much or perhaps the repressed affection he has for the previously broken man).

 “Hmm I cannot tell if it causes you pleasure or makes you laugh.”

“I’m tired of your shit already.” T’Challa hums because it may be true, but they;ve come too far for-

Erik’s jaw slacks open, whole body shaking when he comes, and this does not compare to any of the sights Wakanda had to offer. This is a new form of beauty-raw, produced with effort, but so worth it. T’Challa feels the familiar twist in his abdomen and he is following, thrusting once more. 

When all is said and done, T’Challa is already addicted to the feel of the smooth juncture. This time, and this probably from the post-orgasmic high, N’Jadaka smiles wide and doesn’t push him away. 

“Find one weakness and you already can’t stay away from it.” 

“I have plenty of them, you’ll find out.” 

“Is that a promise?” N’Jadaka looks at his with a raised eyebrow.

“If that is what you want,” T’Challa offers up because this is not some easy relationship to establish. It is nearly hard to imagine the man who wanted to kill him before in this way, but he assuredly enjoys this outcome better. 

“We’ll see.” There’s a seal of promise in that and T’Challa will take it for now. 

#t'cherik #killchalla

[billy-batson]

storm (because there's no repeating letters like in her first name. unless you want to do that too), and tchalla

S: How stealthy are they?

extremely. she can blend in with the best of them. it’s how she got by day to day in cairo.

T: Where are they ticklish?

her neck and the sides of her torso are the absolute worst spots for her, she’ll laugh and probably sting you for days.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

losing herself, and losing those she loves. 

R: What are their hands like?

calloused and rough most of the time; she doesn’t care much for moisturizer until she’s older.

M: What is their favourite dessert?

ice cream! she loves ice cream, all kinds, and she will definitely eat any and all ice cream presented to her.

T: Where are they ticklish?

his feet and his sides, although no one would guess it.

C: Can they swim well?

he’s Superb at swimming, and he can swim against a current if he really wanted, or had to.

H: What is their deadly sin?

wrath.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

history and politics, as well as government and mathematics.

L: What is their favourite board game?

he doesn’t play many board games, but one that stuck with him was clue. he finds it amusing, more than anything.

#hcs #ororo munroe #t'challa #thanks! #aqhrodites #💌