Michael B. Jordan As Erik Killmonger

Michael B. Jordan as Erik Killmonger

Then he brought out and pulled every single comic book that my character had ever appeared in and was like, “This is you. Have fun.”

Sex With T’Challa Would Include...

I just couldn’t stop myself, and I apologize. The content underneath the cut is extremely NSFW, so DO NOT read unless you are of the age of consent. gif credit. 

Let’s just get it out there... Bast has blessed him in more ways than one.   You’d been fantasizing about his body since the first fitting for his Black Panther suit. Okoye said your eyes had bugged out of your head and zoomed in on the impressive outline taunting you. The disappointment from the adjustment of the suit makes no difference to you now - you know what’s underneath.

& What’s underneath the suit has ruined you for other men. T’Challa is incredibly thick, veins and ridges perfect for driving you crazy with every thrust. If you have any dildos, you threw them out or abandoned them completely. An artificial version of the “perfect” cock is no match for the real life version. 

Compliant with his personality, T’Challa treasures you. Even when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, he will whisper in your ear how much he loves you. How good you make him feel.  You’re the love of his life, and he never passes up the opportunity to remind you.

He’s not as submissive as everyone thinks. He’s romantic, yes. But he still loves to talk dirty to you in his own special way. “Does that feel good umhle?” “Answer me when I speak to you, darling.” 

If it’s what you want, T’Challa is willing to dominate you even further. If you love being bent over his knee and spanked as punishment, he’ll do it. If you cum harder with his hand wrapped around your that, he’ll do it. 

And if he does, you know he checks on you to make sure you’re okay. His smooth voice and authoritarian tone will tell you anything you want to hear - but he’d ask you quietly if he hurt you and were you all right. You’d establish safe words together if needed, but it never ceases to amaze you how much he loves you.

He is downright addicted to eating you out, and he’s so fucking good at it. Unless you two are having a quickie - he’ll always get a taste of you first. His eyes are always locked on your body, watching you writhe and moan is the best reward T’Challa can think of.

He didn’t even realize he had a praise kink until you pointed it out. Your lover had been comfortably tucked between your thighs, driving you crazy with soft kitten licks and driving his fingers deep inside you. All you had said was “Oh - you’re doing so well,” and he downright growled against your folds. 

He also may have a kink for over-stimulation. You both found out the same night his praise kink was realized - he fucked you so long and hard you passed right out. That orgasm is very high on your list of ‘Best Ever’.

Aftercare is second nature. He’ll pull you close and press gentle kisses to your skin, burying his face in your neck until you both can breathe normally. You’ll be drawn a nice relaxing bath, which he will carry you to bridal style. When you’re too exhausted to even lift your head, he’ll gently cool you off with the softest towels you’ve ever felt in your life. He never falls asleep before you, especially after sex. If you fall asleep with a content smile on your face, he can relax. He hates leaving you unsatisfied.

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Long Live the Queen

Requested by Anonymous: Can I request a fic where the reader (who is a bit younger than T’Challa) is now the Queen and is a little nervous to leave Wakanda for the first time? Sorry that’s not really much of a plot. Pairing: T’Challa x Black!Female Reader Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, the sweetest newlyweds acting like children. Vague NSFW references, but no actual smut.  Word Count: 1.3K Translations:  Sithandwa sam - my darling. Umhle - beautiful.  A/N: I am hardly fluent in Xhosa, so I used google translate to help me out. I apologize if anything is incorrect!  gif credit. 

“- Sithandwa sam? Are you ready to go?”

Blissfully unaware of your husband’s presence, you continued to sort through the ever expanding collection of jewelry you had acquired over your lifetime. You and T’Challa would be leaving for a week in France today, spending half the morning fretting of your wardrobe and what to bring. For fear of accidental injury or some kind of public incident, you had already ruled out the pieces given to you by an exuberant Shuri. You were still getting used to the beautiful wedding band she had designed for you and T’Challa, littered with your favorite stones while also connected to your Kimoyo Beads ‘just in case’.  At least the family engagement ring had remained untouched, passed from the Queen Mother Ramonda to you with great pride. The ring had meant so much to your mother in law, especially after the death of her husband. Yet according to the wedding toasts you heard over a week ago, she had forbidden to allow her son to propose marriage with any other ring.

“You should take these,” T’Challa murmured in your ear. If it wasn’t for the warm hand on the small of your back, you would have leapt right out of your new dress. He was holding one of your favourite earrings aloft, a present he’d given you after a year of being together. “You see? They’re perfect to complement those beautiful eyes of yours,” You tried and failed to hide the smile he brought upon you, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes before nodding decisively. “Wonderful choice, handsome. And a completely unbiased one, I trust?”

“Of course!” He laughed, trading the earring in his hand in exchange for a gentle kiss from his new bride. Unable to stop smiling since the day you were married, you ended up stifling your laughter against T’Challa’s mouth. As if he had been offended, he broke away from the kiss to fix you with a small pout that ended up making you laugh even harder. “What is it? What’s so funny?” He prodded, chasing you around in circles while you tried to escape the vicious circle of giggles.

Neither of you had realized how loud your squeals and his laughter had been until someone cleared their throat from the doorway of your shared bedroom. Your beloved General Okoye had been waiting outside in the hall, skittering to a stop once you saw the unimpressed expression on her face.

“For Bast’s sake!” she groaned, rolling her eyes as her head hit the solid wood of your door with a dull thunk. “Here I thought that the King and Queen were packing for their trip, instead I come to find you chasing your tails!”

“I am sorry if we startled you, Okoye. I was just -” before T’Challa could speak further, the General had straightened to her impeccable posture once again. “Playing children’s games? I haven’t seen you do that since you were four years old.”

“I would have been only one at that time!” You protested with a huff. “Aye – I didn’t mean you!” Okoye made a vague gesture towards your husband at that. “Either way, we were meant to leave in less than an hour. Will you be ready to leave by then, Your Highnesses?” Like children who had been caught playing after bed time, you and T’Challa moved as one to finish packing and zipping up your suitcases. With a firm nod, Okoye turned on her heel and headed for the door.

You were beyond grateful that the head of your husband’s personal security was such a dear friend to both of you. Okoye had been more like a big sister to you than an intimidating warrior, treating you no differently when you were with friends or family now that you were her Queen. A grand total of thirty seconds passed after she left before the Black Panther finally spoke up. “You know – she really does spoil all of our fun.”

“I heard that!”

 As King and newly crowned Queen of Wakanda, you had spent the first week of your honeymoon in the best country in the world. Your country – it was your home. One you had never set foot outside of in your entire life. You were the one who had told your then-fiancé that you had always wanted to travel the world one day – Paris was the perfect destination for a honeymoon, no?

You were starting to think that perhaps it was a perfect destination for someone else, someone who was not so anxious that she was currently pacing a hole in the floor of the aircraft. T’Challa had watched you for the past ten minutes, waiting for the right opportunity to step in if need be. When you finally glanced up at your husband from what must have been your two hundredth lap, he opened his arms without missing a beat. “Come, umhle. Tell me what is troubling you.”

Thankfully the Dora Milaje gave you privacy on such a long flight, immediately climbing into his lap without the necessary decorum. Instinctively T’Challa rests his chin atop your head, holding you  close and waiting patiently for you to speak when you were ready.

“I… I’m scared T’Challa,” you admitted with a gulp. “I’ve never left Wakanda before. What if everyone stares at us? What if I make a fool of myself and bring shame to our country? How does one even act like a Queen in France? What if -” Any further protests from you were silenced when his hand tilted your chin upwards, free hand still supporting your back while he kissed you deeply. Sensually. His tongue smoothed over your bottom lip, making you moan and re-adjust in his lap.  

“Y/N, I love you with all of my heart. But this trip is for celebrating our marriage, not representing our country. There are no press conferences to appear at, no council meetings to attend. Everything will be all right – I promise. Have I ever let you down before?” As you shook your head no, the realization dawned on you that the majority of the tension you were feeling had disappeared. “Well… other than kissing me like that and not finishing what you started?” A deliberate movement of your hips had T’Challa moaning low in his throat. “My apologies, Mrs. Udaku. Allow me to make it up to you?”

If married life meant working through problems together with a ‘special’ treatment afterword? You could get used to this.

When the aircraft touched down an hour later, you and T’Challa had to scramble to get yourselves together. Your escorts both had a knowing look on their faces when the door opened, eager to get out of the plane and stretch your legs. Even from your distance, the bright lights of the Eiffel Tour were a sight to behold. Ayo and Okoye stepped off the aircraft first, the two of you following close behind. You had almost reached the end of the ramp when your body froze, hesitating to step down onto the dewy grass.

T’Challa felt the slight tug of you holding back, turning to face you with an encouraging smile on his face. “Remember what I said, umhle. Everything will be all right.” Instead of letting you step off of the ramp by yourself, he picked you up bridal style and swept you in a circle.

Satisfied that you were no longer nervous, the King of Wakanda set you down gently onto foreign soil for the first time. It didn’t feel any different than African soil, wiggling your toes just to make sure. You turned to face your husband with an elated grin, eyes shining brighter than the lights of the city.  

“Bude bukumkanikazi, my love.  Long live the queen.”

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Winston Duke shares insight on the Jabari

Entertainment Weekly: This doesn’t exactly fit, but I thought a little bit of the Amish. The Jabari have a separate, traditional culture within a modern one. But then, the Jabari don’t lack technology. Winston Duke: Yeah, they’re not against technology. They’re against Vibranium. Their society is based around Jabari wood.

EW: That’s what we see decorating M’Baku’s throne room. WD: Yeah, this is something we didn’t get to interrogate deeply in the film, but everything for them is based around this Jabari wood that comes from this sacred tree. Everything in Jabari land is made out of this sacred wood that can essentially go toe-to-toe with a Vibranium sword or a Vibranium weapon because it’s this tempered, strong, treated wood.

EW: But it has its own mythology… WD: They believe it was given to them by Hanuman, the ape god. Meanwhile, the people of Wakanda will say, “No, it’s actually the Vibranium that’s seeped into the wood. That makes it stronger.” [Laughs] You have this whole divergence of ideas. They’re quite technologically sophisticated but it’s based around wood. Meanwhile, Wakanda proper is technologically advanced based around Vibranium. That’s kind of where they get separated, but it’s still the same house.

EW: What does M’Baku really want, deep down? WD: Where’s Wakanda going? How are they going to do that? T’Chaka (John Kani) is dead. I didn’t like the direction he was taking the country and now his son is going to take the throne, all these people have been asleep letting these people take control of the country for all these years, and we’ve just been watching from the mountains being like, “This isn’t right. My people have to live, they got to survive.” Instead of him just being this ostentatious dude who’s running around in a gorilla fur costume, he’s this guy who has deep attachments and needs. You can understand, “If I was in that position, I think I would have to make a similar choice.”

EW: M’Baku is a showman. WD: He is. He’s proud and he’s big, and he is a showman. It’s the idea that if I’m going to challenge and take over this country, I’m going to do it with honor and I’m going to do it in front of everyone the right way. I’m not going to use some subversive tactic to take over the country the way other people could.

EW:He does this chant, a kind of grunt that silences people. He’s frightening, and then immediately funny. He knows how to weaponize his demeanor. WD: It’s super fun to play, and we created the entire culture. The Jabari, similar to the Dora Milaje, believe in the oneness. When he speaks, he speaks in a “we,” but he doesn’t talk as a royal “we.” When he says “we,” it’s really we, like me and my people. That means a lot to him. When he speaks of the Jabari, he speaks of them as one.

Excerpts from Winston Duke’s interview with Entertainment Weekly