Not just smuts.🥜Peanut | Any Pronouns (except it/it's) | Wakandan Prompts and Fanfic! [NSFW warnings included in posts] | Requests OPEN, Ya'll, just ask- *please*
I've never written smut before, so please don't judge my first stories too harshly and feel free to give feedback!
The purpose of this blog is 'cause I can literally count the T'Challa x Nakia main pairing fanfics on my fingers, and there is like, hardly any smut for it, even though it is a wonderful ship.
Though there are good T'Challa x Reader smuts, I feel that there could be more to stories, and given the potential of Wakandan Royalty and all, why nott? :D
Besides, I can't find a SINGLE Star Lord T'Challa smut, and only a few fanfics, and I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY noone sees potential...
My Blog will (hopefully) contain more characters like T'Challa's parents, Okoye, T'Challa's grandparents, and some Wakandan OCs!
Please do request anything that's:
> Overage - (I do only romance fics for below 18. Anything sexual in there will either only be about exploration of identity or involve almost matured teenagers)
> Queer or Straight - (I'll do queer relationships as long as the trope/prompt isn't homophobic, cause I've seen weird ones lately)
> Not non-con - (There’s always gonna be some kind of understanding or consent in my smutfic)
> Not Incest - (I won't say you're not safe here, but don't expect T'Cherik or anything over here)
> Oneshots - I'll try my best :)
Again, I'll say, please feel free to tell me if there's something problematic about my work and explain it to me so that I'll learn something new. <3
MASTERLIST: (Independent Post) reblog this one because this is where I’m gonna update.
I’ve never written smut before, so please don’t judge my first stories too harshly and feel free to give feedback!
The purpose of this blog is ‘cause I can literally count the T'Challa x Nakia main pairing fanfics on my fingers, and there is like, hardly any smut for it, even though it is a wonderful ship.
Though there are good T'Challa x Reader smuts, I feel that there could be more to stories, and given the potential of Wakandan Royalty and all, why nott? :D
Besides, I can’t find a SINGLE Star Lord T'Challa smut, and only a few fanfics, and I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY noone sees potential…
My Blog will (hopefully) contain more characters like T'Challa’s parents, Okoye, T'Challa’s grandparents, and some Wakandan OCs!
Please do request anything that’s:
> Overage - (I do only romance fics for below 18. Anything sexual in there will either only be about exploration of identity or involve almost matured teenagers)
> Queer or Straight - (I’ll do queer relationships as long as the trope/prompt isn’t homophobic, cause I’ve seen weird ones lately)
> Not non-con - (There’s always gonna be some kind of understanding or consent in my smutfic)
> Not Incest - (I won’t say you’re not safe here, but don’t expect T'Cherik or anything over here)
> Oneshots - I’ll try my best :)
Again, I’ll say, please feel free to tell me if there’s something problematic about my work and explain it to me so that I’ll learn something new. <3
MASTERLIST: (Independent Post) reblog this one because this is where I’m gonna update.
Dedicated to @tchallasbabymama 's best one shot (imo)!
Rating: 18+ Smut
Warning: Heats, Knots, lowkey BDSM
Pairing: T'Chaka x Ramonda
Work Count: 667 (yeah it's tiny)
Ramonda could say that her husband was considerably more aged than most people of his birth-year. T’Chaka’s greys had begun showing quite early, right after his first born hit puberty, and his physique smoothening out from its overtly sinewy terrain.
She had to say that this was an improvement in not only his appearance but his temper as well. The fiery, young man had mellowed around the edges yet still maintained his frame of dignified power. Now that was something she could work with…
(Birnin Zana, 1999)
His breath hitched. Her beautiful lips met the bulbous end of his shaft as her glistening hand worked up and down its dark, earthy length. And the other hand, snaked ever so gently over the rolling planes of his salt-and-pepper-dusted chest.
A sliver of grey showed at her crown, powdering her hair at its base. The King’s thumb traced it as his palm gently held a handful of locs to guide her head downward. Her fingers traced blind patterns along his breast, handling a nipple now and then.
She could feel the purring growl building up under them.
“Mm-.. ‘Chaka…” She resurfaced, smirking at him.
But her smile faded with what she saw.
~
“AHHHhhh!”
The Ex- Dora could hardly be caught moaning so helplessly; but here she was at the hands of her Black Panther…
“T- T’Chaka… ohhHH!”
The powerful thrust of his large member followed the expert massaging of her clitoris as she lay, back down on the bed. Pleasure engulfed her, but so did shock:
His eyes were shining. And they were pure gold.
She closed her eyes, trying to absorb it.
~
Ramonda had heard of heats before. It was an inevitable discussion when getting married to the spiritual hybrid of a man and animal.
It was a slightly awkward conversation T’Chaka had with T’Challa when he turned eighteen.
And it was also what just happened.
T’Chaka groaned heavily as his body convulsed into hers, spilling all its seed into the depths of her soul.
“Ramonda, sithandwa….” he croaked, not surprisingly, since he had quite literally roared the first two times he came in her that night.
The Queen was still shocked… but now sated and in a mild state of ecstasy at his performance.
“’Chaka…”
“Mmm…”
“Are you… okay ?”
“Ramonda.”
He heaved a little, finally making eye contact with his usual, brown pupils. “ umhle…” He repeated to her. “ I should be asking you that…”
The Queen exhaled, grinning. And began giggling-
“Oh well, I hope I get out of bed in a week or so…”
T’Chaka smiled weakly. “Umhle, this was… unprecedented.”
“I was told to expect it…”
“That was more than two decades ago. And I’ve never had it before, and I thought…. I’d never have one.”
They stayed there in silence for a while, with T’Chaka’s still-swollen member remaining within her vagina.
“Once it dissipates, we’re going to check you up.” He whispered, referring to the knot that had formed. “I’m not risking any unattended injury…”
Ramonda nodded. “What about you? does it hurt?”
“Bound to…” He spoke with the same whisper, gingerly resting half his weight to a pillow on their side. “ My body is stretching its physiological limits and- AH!”
“T’Chaka?”
“MMmh!”
“What happened?”
“I-” He panted. “I think I had some… stray orgasmic wave. That’s what it felt like…”
The Queen sighed in relief, running her palms across his shoulders.
“Ndiyakuthanda…”
T’Chaka smirked. “Even though you’re not walking for a few days?”
“Maybe because.”
They chuckled together, as they found themselves loosening up. Ramonda painfully drew her legs together, allowing a load of semen to gush out and stick to her pussy hair in a creampie. T’Chaka would have generally dove in, but considering his state, it was understandable for him to fall back onto the sheets, gently holding his bloodshot member in one hand.
They relaxed and kissed, and lay down for a minute before Ramonda suddenly realized something:
Dedicated to @tchallasbabymama 's best one shot (imo)!
Rating: 18+ Smut
Warning: Heats, Knots, lowkey BDSM
Pairing: T'Chaka x Ramonda
Work Count: 667 (yeah it's tiny)
Ramonda could say that her husband was considerably more aged than most people of his birth-year. T’Chaka’s greys had begun showing quite early, right after his first born hit puberty, and his physique smoothening out from its overtly sinewy terrain.
She had to say that this was an improvement in not only his appearance but his temper as well. The fiery, young man had mellowed around the edges yet still maintained his frame of dignified power. Now that was something she could work with…
(Birnin Zana, 1999)
His breath hitched. Her beautiful lips met the bulbous end of his shaft as her glistening hand worked up and down its dark, earthy length. And the other hand, snaked ever so gently over the rolling planes of his salt-and-pepper-dusted chest.
A sliver of grey showed at her crown, powdering her hair at its base. The King’s thumb traced it as his palm gently held a handful of locs to guide her head downward. Her fingers traced blind patterns along his breast, handling a nipple now and then.
She could feel the purring growl building up under them.
“Mm-.. ‘Chaka…” She resurfaced, smirking at him.
But her smile faded with what she saw.
~
“AHHHhhh!”
The Ex- Dora could hardly be caught moaning so helplessly; but here she was at the hands of her Black Panther…
“T- T’Chaka… ohhHH!”
The powerful thrust of his large member followed the expert massaging of her clitoris as she lay, back down on the bed. Pleasure engulfed her, but so did shock:
His eyes were shining. And they were pure gold.
She closed her eyes, trying to absorb it.
~
Ramonda had heard of heats before. It was an inevitable discussion when getting married to the spiritual hybrid of a man and animal.
It was a slightly awkward conversation T’Chaka had with T’Challa when he turned eighteen.
And it was also what just happened.
T’Chaka groaned heavily as his body convulsed into hers, spilling all its seed into the depths of her soul.
“Ramonda, sithandwa….” he croaked, not surprisingly, since he had quite literally roared the first two times he came in her that night.
The Queen was still shocked… but now sated and in a mild state of ecstasy at his performance.
“’Chaka…”
“Mmm…”
“Are you… okay ?”
“Ramonda.”
He heaved a little, finally making eye contact with his usual, brown pupils. “ umhle…” He repeated to her. “ I should be asking you that…”
The Queen exhaled, grinning. And began giggling-
“Oh well, I hope I get out of bed in a week or so…”
T’Chaka smiled weakly. “Umhle, this was… unprecedented.”
“I was told to expect it…”
“That was more than two decades ago. And I’ve never had it before, and I thought…. I’d never have one.”
They stayed there in silence for a while, with T’Chaka’s still-swollen member remaining within her vagina.
“Once it dissipates, we’re going to check you up.” He whispered, referring to the knot that had formed. “I’m not risking any unattended injury…”
Ramonda nodded. “What about you? does it hurt?”
“Bound to…” He spoke with the same whisper, gingerly resting half his weight to a pillow on their side. “ My body is stretching its physiological limits and- AH!”
“T’Chaka?”
“MMmh!”
“What happened?”
“I-” He panted. “I think I had some… stray orgasmic wave. That’s what it felt like…”
The Queen sighed in relief, running her palms across his shoulders.
“Ndiyakuthanda…”
T’Chaka smirked. “Even though you’re not walking for a few days?”
“Maybe because.”
They chuckled together, as they found themselves loosening up. Ramonda painfully drew her legs together, allowing a load of semen to gush out and stick to her pussy hair in a creampie. T’Chaka would have generally dove in, but considering his state, it was understandable for him to fall back onto the sheets, gently holding his bloodshot member in one hand.
They relaxed and kissed, and lay down for a minute before Ramonda suddenly realized something:
Lolll this is a tiny fic but it just came to my mind on Christmas- shoulda posted this earlier but I only got to write it rn.. that too directly on Tumblr
Your comforter is pulled to your neck as you watch the mound in the sheets move under you. T’Challa gives a muffled groan from under the blanket, burying his tongue deeper inside you.
The air is cold, even in your insulated bedroom, but your face still burns like the rest of your body as this man drives you closer and closer to the edge. His teeth find your spot- just a little to the side where your orgasms hit the best- and he doesn’t stop from there.
You nearly scream his name as he works his talented tongue furiously over your pussy, grabbing your thighs to hold you steady over his head. You reach down to grip his curls before pressing your wet, throbbing vulva against his scratchy beard as you came. Hard.
T’Challa’s mouth doesn’t leave you until he’s lapped up all your juices and if possible, made you wetter than before.
You’re gasping for breath when he emerges from under the sheets, smirking with that look in his eyes. He kisses you gently, but you are the least surprised when he flips you right over the next second and growls in your ear:
Dedicated to @tchallasbabymama 's best one shot (imo)!
Rating: 18+ Smut
Warning: Heats, Knots, lowkey BDSM
Pairing: T'Chaka x Ramonda
Work Count: 667 (yeah it's tiny)
Ramonda could say that her husband was considerably more aged than most people of his birth-year. T’Chaka’s greys had begun showing quite early, right after his first born hit puberty, and his physique smoothening out from its overtly sinewy terrain.
She had to say that this was an improvement in not only his appearance but his temper as well. The fiery, young man had mellowed around the edges yet still maintained his frame of dignified power. Now that was something she could work with…
(Birnin Zana, 1999)
His breath hitched. Her beautiful lips met the bulbous end of his shaft as her glistening hand worked up and down its dark, earthy length. And the other hand, snaked ever so gently over the rolling planes of his salt-and-pepper-dusted chest.
A sliver of grey showed at her crown, powdering her hair at its base. The King’s thumb traced it as his palm gently held a handful of locs to guide her head downward. Her fingers traced blind patterns along his breast, handling a nipple now and then.
She could feel the purring growl building up under them.
“Mm-.. ‘Chaka…” She resurfaced, smirking at him.
But her smile faded with what she saw.
~
“AHHHhhh!”
The Ex- Dora could hardly be caught moaning so helplessly; but here she was at the hands of her Black Panther…
“T- T’Chaka… ohhHH!”
The powerful thrust of his large member followed the expert massaging of her clitoris as she lay, back down on the bed. Pleasure engulfed her, but so did shock:
His eyes were shining. And they were pure gold.
She closed her eyes, trying to absorb it.
~
Ramonda had heard of heats before. It was an inevitable discussion when getting married to the spiritual hybrid of a man and animal.
It was a slightly awkward conversation T’Chaka had with T’Challa when he turned eighteen.
And it was also what just happened.
T’Chaka groaned heavily as his body convulsed into hers, spilling all its seed into the depths of her soul.
“Ramonda, sithandwa….” he croaked, not surprisingly, since he had quite literally roared the first two times he came in her that night.
The Queen was still shocked… but now sated and in a mild state of ecstasy at his performance.
“’Chaka…”
“Mmm…”
“Are you… okay ?”
“Ramonda.”
He heaved a little, finally making eye contact with his usual, brown pupils. “ umhle…” He repeated to her. “ I should be asking you that…”
The Queen exhaled, grinning. And began giggling-
“Oh well, I hope I get out of bed in a week or so…”
T’Chaka smiled weakly. “Umhle, this was… unprecedented.”
“I was told to expect it…”
“That was more than two decades ago. And I’ve never had it before, and I thought…. I’d never have one.”
They stayed there in silence for a while, with T’Chaka’s still-swollen member remaining within her vagina.
“Once it dissipates, we’re going to check you up.” He whispered, referring to the knot that had formed. “I’m not risking any unattended injury…”
Ramonda nodded. “What about you? does it hurt?”
“Bound to…” He spoke with the same whisper, gingerly resting half his weight to a pillow on their side. “ My body is stretching its physiological limits and- AH!”
“T’Chaka?”
“MMmh!”
“What happened?”
“I-” He panted. “I think I had some… stray orgasmic wave. That’s what it felt like…”
The Queen sighed in relief, running her palms across his shoulders.
“Ndiyakuthanda…”
T’Chaka smirked. “Even though you’re not walking for a few days?”
“Maybe because.”
They chuckled together, as they found themselves loosening up. Ramonda painfully drew her legs together, allowing a load of semen to gush out and stick to her pussy hair in a creampie. T’Chaka would have generally dove in, but considering his state, it was understandable for him to fall back onto the sheets, gently holding his bloodshot member in one hand.
They relaxed and kissed, and lay down for a minute before Ramonda suddenly realized something:
Heyy I'm back after a long time, and I just basically typed this fic directly into Tumblr because the idea was SO CUTE (and sad, because it's from an irl experience). Might edit this later, but here's the first draft!
“Baba!”
T’Challa waddled urgently towards the high-backed swiveling chair that stood in front of a set of display screens. A pair of legs stretched out in the front for the little Prince to scale as he pleased.
Heyy I'm back after a long time, and I just basically typed this fic directly into Tumblr because the idea was SO CUTE (and sad, because it's from an irl experience). Might edit this later, but here's the first draft!
“Baba!”
T’Challa waddled urgently towards the high-backed swiveling chair that stood in front of a set of display screens. A pair of legs stretched out in the front for the little Prince to scale as he pleased.
“Baba,” he called out again as he reached his father, holding out his latest discovery: he had found a leaf that was exactly half yellow and half green!
Baba hummed and nodded, not paying attention at all. T’Challa pouted.
“Ba-ba-ba-ba.”
His young voice grew with insistence.
“Mm.” T’Chaka glanced over and put his free hand on the back of his son’s tiny head in placation.
He still chose to look at the boring blue words that glowed on his screen, and not the leaf.
Finding no other go, the toddler clambered up the vast expanse of his father’s right leg.
“Baba I found weef!” he waved it in front of the King’s eyes.
Another glance and back again to the screen. “Okay, T’Challa... I’m busy right now, can you show it to me later?”
The hand holding the leaf lowered slowly. T’Challa leaned over and scowled with his soft little forehead at the glowing symbols beyond his comprehension. Why was Baba so interested in this? Wasn’t his leaf a nice leaf?
“Baba...” he murmured, his voice filled with dejection.
T’Chaka looked up and gave him a quick kiss on his head. “Ewe, Umtwana, it’s nice... Now go show it to Mama... I’m doing important things now, okay?”
T’Challa slowly got off his father’s lap and slid down the side of the chair. He did like the idea of showing it to Mama, but for some reason, it suddenly felt like he was squeezed. Like a lemon. He didn’t like that feeling.
His miniature feet pattered on the clay tiles as he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him like his Baba had taught him to do. Upon reaching his parents’ bedroom, he found that Mama had already fallen asleep with her book on the pillow beside her.
Not wanting to wake her up, he carefully toddled around the bedpost and left the leaf behind on his father’s bedside table. Hopefully, he would see it when he went to sleep.
T’Challa crawled in, next to his mother, and wrapped his chubby hands as far as they would go around her waist. Ramonda stirred a little in her sleep and instinctively put her arm around her son. Peaceful sleep soon found them both.
***
The next morning, T’Challa was woken up by his fully dressed mother, in time for brushing his teeth. Baba was just out of his shower, as usual, and picked out a good leaf from their mango tree and folded it to clean his son’s stubby milk teeth.
It was only after he spat out the green bits that he remembered his own, special leaf from yesterday.
“Baba!”
“Hmm?” T’Chaka smiled at him as he carried the boy on their way to the Royal bathhouse.
“Did you see the weef?”
“Ohh...” T’Challa could see the furrowing forehead up close, as Baba frowned. “I didn’t see it yesterday, I’ll come back and see it later today, okay T’Challa?”
T’Challa believed him, but he still had to make sure: “Pwomise?”
“Promise.”
With that, he was dropped off with the fun lady who washed and helped him dress up for the day.
His bath was fine, and so was his preschool, but the leaf never really left his mind. It reappeared at random times, worrying him whenever there wasn’t another distraction.
Evening came, and he returned to the Palace. Ramonda was there, listening to his animated tales composed of nonsensical words, a few familiar names, and plenty of exclamations.
Baba was also present, and the first thing the little Prince did, was run back to the bedroom to search for the leaf.
He panicked at first, not finding it on the table, but it was replaced by temporary relief when he found that it had been accidentally swept under the bed. He reached out his small fingers to grasp it and bring it into the light, and-
“Baba?”His voice was soft in the wrong kind of way. T’Chaka approached him and knelt beside the child, “What happened, T’Challa?
’T’Challa held up the leaf. It was no longer half yellow, but yellow almost everywhere except for a few green patches down its side. It now looked like another leaf. Not his leaf. His little heart wilted, as his eyes began to brim with salty tears.
“T’Challa, umtwana?” The father inquired gently, concerned about what happened.
The tears fell down his rounded cheeks and dropped onto the leaf. Ramonda, who had just come in, stood a little puzzled at first. And then realized what was going on.
“Sthandwa...” she sighed “It was exactly half green and half yellow yesterday, that’s what he wanted to show you.”
T’Chaka’s face cleared up as he turned back to his son. “That’s unique T’Challa where did you find this?”
The Prince was still heartbroken at the fact that he couldn’t show his Baba the leaf as it was. “In a pot. Mama's garden”
The King looked up at his wife.
“T’Challa,” Ramonda smiled. “I still have a picture of it...”
The boy gazed at his mother with wide eyes. “Weally?”
“Mhm,” she tapped her beads and projected an image into the air: it was T’Challa’s leaf, half green, and half yellow, sitting on the bedside table.
“It flew away when the room was being cleaned, Uthando... that’s probably why it was under the bed,” Ramonda reassured him.
T’Challa slowly wiped his tears away and gave his parents a tremulous smile.
The father grinned in return through a pang of guilt, as a residual tear from his son’s jaw dropped onto his knee.
***
"Baba, Look!" T'Challa ran towards him, holding a twig with a beetle on it.
T'Chaka looked up, and closed the faintly glowing screen that stood before him. Work could wait for a little.
Lolll this is a tiny fic but it just came to my mind on Christmas- shoulda posted this earlier but I only got to write it rn.. that too directly on Tumblr
Your comforter is pulled to your neck as you watch the mound in the sheets move under you. T’Challa gives a muffled groan from under the blanket, burying his tongue deeper inside you.
The air is cold, even in your insulated bedroom, but your face still burns like the rest of your body as this man drives you closer and closer to the edge. His teeth find your spot- just a little to the side where your orgasms hit the best- and he doesn’t stop from there.
You nearly scream his name as he works his talented tongue furiously over your pussy, grabbing your thighs to hold you steady over his head. You reach down to grip his curls before pressing your wet, throbbing vulva against his scratchy beard as you came. Hard.
T’Challa’s mouth doesn’t leave you until he’s lapped up all your juices and if possible, made you wetter than before.
You’re gasping for breath when he emerges from under the sheets, smirking with that look in his eyes. He kisses you gently, but you are the least surprised when he flips you right over the next second and growls in your ear:
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4) How old did you initially think T'Challa/Shuri/Erik were?
5) Was N'Jobu right in what he did?
6) Which is your favorite ship (canon/fanon)?
7) Did you like Everett Ross?
8) If you lived in Wakanda, what would you be doing?
9) If you were in the MCU, what would you feel about learning that Wakanda was actually very advanced and was hiding all the time? Would you post a lot about it on social media?
10) If you lived in the MCU, would you ever have a crush on the newly famous and dashingly handsome King T'Challa?
11) Who is the most underrated character in the movie and why is it Nakia?
12) If Erik Stevens had been taken back to Wakanda as a child, do you think the country would still open up to the world when it did?
13) Was there one character you felt was definitely not straight?
14) Do you hate any character?
15) Do you think ’Udaku’ is the golden tribe’s surname? Or was it just a ceremonial name for T'Chaka?
T'Challa never explicitly showed admiration for Erik, but I'm sure that he definitely appreciates his cousin's skill in strategy and combat.
They (canonically) don't spend much of emotional space together to actually get to know each other, but in my opinion, T'Challa would have liked N'Jadaka's warmth and wit the most, if they did.
a complete list of my proposals for disney+ which are better than whatever the fuck else they have going on
the adventures of helen cho: a series where helen cho goes around the world saving the world with science
where in the world is nakia?: nakia fights international crime and still manages to have a steady wash day routine
jabariland: a dramedy about the daily lives of the jabari tribe
sons of odin: a sitcom about teenage thor and loki getting into shenanigans and constantly dancing around the idea of fratricide
howling commandos: please
the bad place: wacky adventures in the soul stone
brooklyn boys: mockumentary style series where bucky and sam navigate the high rent and high stakes of being occasionally retired in new york with wacky neighbors
mj on the case: michelle’s true crime investigative blog takes her into dangerous situations and spider-man is always “just there” “coincidentally” to save her
steven yeun as iron fist: steven yeun as iron fist
lady sif’s wild rides: lady sif got really into motorcycles while asgard blew up and now she hosts a motorcycle lifestyle show
