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aokoaoi · 1 year

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Hii can you please do shuri x fem reader, abt when they're got into a fight, then shuri found out that there's a guy flirting with the reader then she got jealous<3!

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

synopsis : you and shuri get into a small argument resulting to you walking away and avoiding eachother out if literal pettiness. until; shuri notices a guy hitting on you.

warnings : guy flirts with u>:(

Shuri glances at you irritatedly as you stood across the room, avoiding her at all costs.

Earlier today, an argument had spurred against the both of you over some tiny disagreement. And somehow, it got personal and it wasn't even about the disagreement anymore. Out of frustrations, you left her alone ever since.

You didn't even bother to look her way, only ever coming up to Okoye to have your usual girl chatter.

You both were being petty right now. Normally, one of you would be sick of being ignored and just apologize already, but no. That's not what you both did. Instead, you acted childishly and kept avoiding eachother.

Shuri ignored the lingering feeling inside her that was yearning for your touch. She's not talking to you unless you come up to her and apologize.

Truthfully, she didn't even know who was in the wrong either. She spurred the disagreement, but you took it to a more personal level.

In her eyes, she wants you to fold and just apologize already.

But what she didn't know is that you were thinking the same thing about her. If she had just understood your point about your minor disagreement, you wouldn't even be avoiding eachother like some virus right now. Yeah you took it personally, but she started it.

Okoye obviously noticed this, and just sighed to herself in disappointment.

Right now, you were talking to a Dora Milaje member and her male relative. Usually you'd be clinging onto Shuri like you were a caterpillar on a leaf, but considering the situation, you aren't.

You couldn't help but notice how your friends brother was subtly hinting his interest in you and you visibly cringed. Ignoring it, you decided that what he was doing was not happening to not make things awkward. Obviously, his sister didn't notice his actions because she decided to leave you alone with him.

Great.

The man looks at his sister as she left, excusing herself with a polite smile before looking at you with a slight grin.

Internally, you prayed for yourself right then and there. You gave him an awkward smile, slightly turning away from him if it weren't for the fact he called out to you as soon as you averted your attention from him.

"Pardon?"

He snorts at your formality, slightly moving towards you. You bluntly took a step back, looking up at him with a naive questioning look. His brows visibly furrowed, oblivious of your actions.

"Are you one of the Dora's, perhaps? I don't believe I've seen you before." He awkwardly questions, ignoring the suffocating tension you worsened.

You let out a breath from your nose, making it sound like an arrogant huff. "No. I'm the Nation's biggest designer and scientist. I work with the Queen." You stated, watching as his brows rose up.

"Ah, really? I'm impressed." He grins, and you scrunched your nose sassily. "I do love independent women."

"You should. There's not a place in Wakanda where you can find one that isn't." You remarked bluntly at his words, watching as he nods his head.

Shuri continues to observe you and the man's interactions with furrowed brows and a masked furiousity. How dare he even speak to you. She couldn't believe someone can have such the audacity. Let alone not know who you were? Such imbecile.

She notices the cringing expressions on your face everytime he speaks a work, and she hummed an amused scoff. Of course you'd be reacting like that.

The man grasps your shoulder, and you glared at him through your lashes. Though he didn't noticed the look on your face considering how he didn't bother to let his hand off your skin.

Shuri mentally tells herself to take action, and she did. Damn she stormed by your direction with the most passive aggressive look on her face, smiling with venomous intensity.

"Let go of me." She heard you grit out whilst you kept your glare on him. The man questioned why, and Shuri spoke up.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you bothering my associate?" The work rolled off her tongue weirdly. She's never called you like that before, but since the public hasn't known about your relationship yet, she considered that now wasn't the right time.

The man snaps to look at her with an annoyed look, before his face snapped in wide realization of who he was standing before. "Your highness—"

You snorted at his stutters, shortly glancing at your lover. You found her expression horrifyingly amusing, and for a moment you forgot about both of your petty disagreement.

"Leave."

The man hurriedly scrambles away at her order, not bothering to give you one last glance. Shuri's gaze followed his back with a lingering glare before she turned back to you with worry.

"Are you alright, love? I saw how he was bothering you and I just couldn't stand back and watch.." she trails off. You watch as her hand came up to grasp your shoulder, something she does when she's reassuring or worried. But in a flas of realization, her hand snaps back to lip by her side.

You nod, a smug grin forming on your face. "Mhm. I was about to deal with him myself, though." You stated, walking towards the girl to embrace her.

"Def something you'd do." She let's a breathy chuckle emerge from her throat, an arm coming to wrap around your waist while she pressed a small peck on the side of your forehead.

"Sorry 'bout earlier by the way, love." Shuri perks up, and you hummed quietly, resting your forehead on her chest. "Wanna let me make it up to you?"

At her question, you looked up at her with a slight mischievous grin. "What're you thinking about?"

"You'll see."

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cyberghu0l · 1 year

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She Got Next

Riri and her friends decide to bring Shuri out to Chicago. One night they decide to bring her to their favorite strip club where she meets the finest and the baddest.

Shuri Udaku × fem reader

You dropped your makeup bag onto the table, then took a seat in front the brightly lit mirror. "It's packed tonight, yall. Make sure and keep it classy." You looked to your left and right, as you watched your friends. They laughed at your statement. "Listen to Y/N, please. Last time it was packed Coco knocked over like 6 bottles of alcohol." Neci looked down the long table at Coco who laughed nervously.

You finished up your eyeliner and put on some pink lipgloss. Finally satisfied with how you looked, you opened your locker and pulled out a new set. A pink bra that wrapped around your abdomen and matching panties with diamonds on the straps and garters. You got dressed in the bathroom and came out to put on your shoes.

"Showtime bitches!" Coco smiled brightly as she brought around shots for everyone. You got one off the tray and threw your head back as you drank it fast. The alcohol hitting your throat fast. You shook off the feeling a strapped on tall black heels. You smiled as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your curly hair parted at the middle, and your body shined with glitter.

You opened the door revealing the rest of the club. Dark lights shining everywhere, music blasting, people dancing. Just like any night. You found your normal spot and got to dancing. Swaying your hips to the music and blowing kisses to people in the crowd.

Shuri's POV

I don't know why I agreed to this. I didn't want to leave home after shopping and drinking last night, but Riri and her bestfriend insisted we go to a club. I put on a pair of black pants and a black tshirt. Then, clasped on a silver chain and put on a pair of sneakers. Riri walked in wearing a short brown satin dress that draped at her chest, and white strappy heels that clicked on the floor as she walked.

"Girl, we are going to the club and you wanna go unnoticed?" She spoke. I chuckled. "Yes actually. Because it's not like I have my identity I want to hide." My tone dripping in sarcasm. She rolled her eyes. The scientist grabbed her purse and keys. "Are you ready at least?" I nodded. "Let's go!" She yelled in excitement.

We walked out the dormitory silently, not to alert any guards or RAs. The second she saw her classic red car waiting for us, she turned to me. "What is this doing here?" Her eyes wide. "I asked Griot to bring it around. I know you want to ride it." I smirked watching the anticipation in her eyes. "No motorcycle tonight then." She shrugged and got into the driver side.

The drive wasn't too long. It was long enough for Riri to play the entire discography of an artist "SZA" though. I laughed as she screamed the lyrics to me at a red light. We finally pulled up to a club with a huge red LED sign that read:

Come As You Wish

"Alright, Natasha and Tiana are already inside at a table for us. If you get lost or get into anything." She raised her brows, "Tap your beads." She held up her wrist that showed her kimoyo beads as well. I nodded and opened the door. The smell of strong alcohol and weed hit my nose. Music blasted from all corners and the lights were red with white beams. Dancers on tables and poles wearing revealing outfits, and men giving them money.

I lost Riri somewhere, so I decided to go to the bar for a drink. I sipped from the glass as I looked around more. A girl in a pink and diamond two piece hung from a pole as she spun blowing kisses and winking at needy viewers.

Your POV

I twirled around the metal pole, holding my heels with one hand and the other taking cash from men. Some girls in the crowd who gave me 5s and 10s smiled at me. I always loved when women came because they gave out more money, they were also my favorite regulars. I winked at them, receiving more money in exchange. The waist band of my bottoms were full of cash I went to the back to put it away. Alyssa was peaking out the other door.

"What are you doing, you look like a stalker." She closed the door and squealed. "Guess who's here?" She sat in front of you smiling brightly. "I don't know but I'm sure you're dying to tell me." You responded as you opened your bag, stuffing money into it. "Princess Shuri!" You stopped and looked up at her. "Don't play with me right now." Alyssa shook her head still smiling.

You've always adored Shuri for her work in her own country and partnership with America. You envied her drive and wanted to be as glorious as her. The fact that she was here made you lose all sanity. "What is she doing here though?" You questioned. The other shrugged her shoulders. "Don't do anything stupid." She told you. You laughed and zipped up the black bag and walked back out.

This time when you walked out, she was siting in front your usual spot.

Great.

You sucked in your breath and walked up the pole. The dim lights hid your nervousness. You smiled watching the people around her. You swayed your body to music, getting lost in it. You swung around the pole, climbing up to top. Your legs twisted together, and your lower body hung down as you spun. You folded up and grabbed the top of the pole with your hands, you legs untwisted and you fell down, landing on your heels.

Viktor, one the waiters tapped you. You bent down as he came to your ear. "A customer requested girl in all black in front of you have a private dance." You nodded. It was often that you got requests from other people for someone to have a private. You stood and turned around and saw the only girl in all black was the one and only Shuri Udaku.

Holy shit.

You thought. However, this was your job. You bent down again, catching her attention. Your finger curled for her to come closer. You whispered into her ear. "A special someone requested you a private dance, love." She pulled back, her eyes wide.

Shuri's POV

The girl who was on the pole, bent down in front of me. She motioned for me to come to her. Confused, I obeyed. She leaned to my ear. Her perfume filled my senses. "A special someone requested you a private dance, love." She spoke. I pulled away, my eyes widened. I looked around and found Riri and her friends giggling laughing at me. I sneakily put up my middle finger as they let out another laugh.

I turned back to the girl. "Sure." I breathed out. She smirked and took my hand. She walked down the steps and led me through the crowd not letting go of me. The diamonds on her panty line shined in the white lights that spun around the club. We passed men and women that were drunk and high out of their minds. One stopped her. "I'll take a private dance now, sweetheart."

Rude much?

She looked him up and down with a look that could kill. "Sorry sweetheart." She mocked his drunken tone, "She got next, but I'll take this." She took the 50 he held up and continued walking. I admired her hustle. She has respect for herself and what she does. These idiots don't deserve to even watch her. We walked up to a large red curtain. She opened it and stepped aside. I sucked in my breath and walked in. Inside there was nothing but a black chair and a table filled with alcohol. I sat down looking at her.

She closed the curtain, the music now faintly playing in the room. I'm pretty sure I could hear my heart beating. She looked at me and laughed. "What?" I questioned. "You look like you're gonna shit yourself." I chuckled. "It's my first time here." I confessed. She nodded slowly. "Well, I'm gonna say the rules. I'm not gonna touch you anywhere you don't want me to, you're not allowed to touch me unless I say so. If you do try anything, I am obligated to call a security guard or the police on you." She finished.

"Am I allowed to...touch you?" I cleared my throat. She smirked at my reaction and nodded. She walked up to me, straddling my legs and sat in my lap. Her hands on her thighs. "Am I allowed to touch you?" She asked me. Her face was inches from mine. I could see her features better now.

She's beautiful.

I nodded not taking my attention from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging them to my chest. I watched her hands go down, but she pulled my head up with her finger. "Just watch me." She smirked.

Your POV

You were surprised you weren't fangirling in front her right now. The music from outside flowed through the room. It was slower than the usual tracks they play so you kept your attention on her eyes as hers roamed your body. You got up and turned around, sitting back down into her lap. This time, moving your hips in circles. You stood up and walked behind her. You placed your hands on her shoulders and dragged them down to her chest.

You could feel how tense she was. "Don't be so nervous." You whispered into her ear. You circled in front of her and spread her legs apart. You bent down in front of her and slowly trailed your hands up to her opening, stopping just before. You felt her breath hitch. You smirked and stood back up. The song was coming to an end and so was the dance. You kept it short for her, not to freak her out. Her legs were still open so I sat on one of her thighs, draping my arm on one of her shoulders.

"What are you thinking right now?" You asked. You were genuinely curious after giving the princess of Wakanda a lap dance. It's not everyday you get someone as nervous as her. She looked at you, as if searching for something.

"I can't. This is all really new to me." I chuckled. "Do you like it?" You questioned. "Beginning to." She said with a slight smile. "Well, it's been a pleasure dancing for you. Princess." You got up before she said anything. You opened the curtains again and made your way back to your usual spot.

i need to see avatar again yall. idk if i told you guys if i watched it or not but i last weekend and it was so good. the 3 hours were worth it🤞🏽

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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 8 months

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Shuri: so, what do you want to be for the halloween party?

Namor: do i really have to?

Shuri, unbothered: if you want to go with me, yes

Namor: *throwing charm* then... i shall be yours, princess

Riri: now THAT sounds scary as hell

#i had to contribute to the tag somehow!#incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #nashuri #namuri #namor x shuri #mcu namor #mcu black panther #princess shuri #riri williams

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evilbubu · 1 year

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I'm really liking the conversations surrounding wakanda forever. the silly ones as well as the more serious topics, such as indigenous erasure and colonisation.

speaking of colonisers, the rage I felt when France had the audacity to ask Wakanda to share their resources with them is fucking insane. It hurts so much seeing the US and European countries feel entitled to Vibranium.

Like isn't it enough that they've stolen land, killed, enslaved, raped indigenous people. They still want more? They literally cannot handle the idea of non-White nations having power and anatomy over themselves.

It's disgusting and makes me absolutely furious. And the worst is that Shuri can't be angry. can't be vengeful like how other white nations can. She can't. Because if she does, the whole world will have the perfect excuse to attack her nation and strip them of everything they've ever had. Shuri has to keep peace to the best of her abilities to protect innocent people.

So now it's her and Namor against the world.

#it's literally the reflection of our reality #wakanda forever is beautiful #black panther wakanda forever #mcu #world of wakanda #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther 2 spoilers #shuri #mcu namor #mcu shuri #mcu black panther #namor #kulkukan

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tainoidiot · 1 year

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Frustration

Shuri x Reader with a medical flare up.

CW: Pain, drug use, medical treatment. I tried to make this as vague as possible with readers condition. Spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

You've been cooped up Shuri's bed for a whole day.

Sure, it was the most comfortable mattress you've ever slept on. The satin pillowcases and silky bedsheets were heavenly, and servants were doting on you no matter what your needs were. But fuck, you just wanted this to be over.

It had been nonstop hours of intense pain, passing out from said pain, then waking up to throw up from the pain. You curled up into different positions, howling into a pillow. You weren't getting any fluids or solids in, and it scared your girlfriend. "You are getting weaker, please let me do something." Shuri cried, holding your hand tight.

"No!" You groaned. "Shuri, baby. I'm tired of medical shit. I don't want to be poked and prodded anymore, I just wanna sleep." You protested. You were done with medications, tests, being scanned over and over for doctors to find nothing. Shuri suggested that she take a look at you, knowing her technology was the most advanced on earth. But you said no.

God she hated when you said no. Especially when she knew it would help, but she understood medical burnout. Seeing her in her own mental pain, you took her hand. "This isn't like your brother. I promise you." You had to remind yourself that though she kept a cool exterior, T'challa's passing really did a number on her. And now with her mother gone and nephew in an entirely different place, Shuri couldn't stand to be alone again. She just wanted to help.

"Can I at least crush you an herb that can possibly help?" Shuri asks, wiping away her tears. You nodded. As much as you wanted to protest being a guinea pig for medical purposes again, you wanted to give her some peace of mind. She smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "I'll make it a tea, you need some fluids in you. Or else I'm getting an IV installed!" She rushed out the room to make your concoction.

It's normal to be hesitant for any new medical treatment, but this was tea. You just hoped it would stick this time. At least you have your loving princess by your side.

#shuri black panther #shuri imagine #black panther wakanda forever #mcu black panther #shuri x reader

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sweetpeaanna · 1 year

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Shuri icons and wallpaper

Like or reblog if you save ♡•♡

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ordinaryschmuck · 11 months

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Black Panther Appreciation Post

Because he’s just so gosh dang cool.

Seriously, find me a character that’s just as naturally cool as T’Challa’s Black Panther. You can’t.

#black panther #t'challa #marvel comics #ultimate marvel #fantastic four: the animated series #black panther the animated series #avengers earth's mightiest heroes #captain america civil war #mcu black panther #avengers assemble #panther's quest #avengers game

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risingoftime · 1 year

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

synopsis: Shuri pays a visit to Riri’s new apartment but is surprised that she no longer lives alone.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, fingering, kimoyo bead toys, vibrating toys, dom!shuri, sub!reader, orgasm control, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, slight hurt/angst/grief, drugged sex, marijuana use, couch sex.

note: haven’t written in a while, but I’m back now! I am slowly but surely going to get through requests, so please be patient with me ˙ᵕ˙

18+ | minors do not interact

➴ feel free to send me more thots

I set up my canvas in front of me and aligned my paintbrushes in the way I liked before lighting the spliff I had rolled earlier. I’ve been trying to get motivation, but I haven't had the easiest time finding inspiration around me since my Mother passed away due to cancer. Saying that my mom was my best friend is an understatement. At times it felt like she was all I had. I don’t have any siblings, and my Dad, I try my best not to think of him anymore. I remember crying to Riri once she returned. She hadn’t responded to my calls or messages when she got involved with the Wakandans. I understood why, but I will never forget the loneliness I felt when I couldn’t turn to my childhood best friend. If there is anyone who I can count on, it is Riri. When Riri returned, she rarely left my side. It’s the reason why we share an apartment now. We live close enough to MIT, so she doesn’t have to commute far, and my art gained a lot of following, so I opened a gallery in Massachusetts. She made money from hustling students and doing their school projects. While my gallery and custom canvases have allowed me to work and afford anywhere, I please. I took a big hit of the spliff before going on my phone to order a pizza since Riri was still at MIT working on her midterms. There was no point in waiting up for her to cook. I turned up my speakers to drown out the white noise with neo-soul, thought it would suit the vibe I’m on as I smoke and paint. I turned back towards my empty canvas, fiddling with my brush. It’s been a month, and I still couldn’t get the image of the Wakandan Princess Riri described.

I already have plenty of sketches of what I thought the Princess would look like in her panther suit, but I don’t think I’ve successfully captured the vulnerable side Riri spoke of yet. I lightly sketched an outline of her face in the top corner for reference before I decided on a pose and background. I chose the streets of Chicago to drape the backdrop, the neighbourhood I grew up in. I was centring the female Black Panther surrounded by the faceless members of the hood. I got lost in my art, utilizing my childhood memories to fill out the spaces on the canvas until I was left with the area the panther would occupy. I fiddled with my pencil as I tried to envision the stoic expression she would have.

The knock at the door pulled me away from my work. I was surprised that the pizza arrived so quickly. Tony’s Pizzeria was rarely on time, but it’s the only pizza I liked and worth the wait. I grabbed the twenty-dollar bill left on the kitchen counter and unlocked the front door to find none other than Princess Shuri. I couldn’t hide the shock written all over my face. I jolted backwards away from the door, unsure how to react.

“I’m starting to think American girls don’t like me very much. Riri had a similar reaction when I first visited her at her dorm,” she laughed.

I stood straight, still shocked that she stood before me in the flesh. Princess Shuri brushed past me to enter my apartment and closed the door to the apartment behind her. The Princess was introduced to the mess I’d made while working on my canvas. My drop cloth covered the hardwood floors, my paint supplies were strewn around my wooden stool, and my big green plants were pushed to the edges of the living room. In the distance, I could zero in on my bonnet on top of the couch. That made me spring into action, trying to tidy up the loft. She probably thinks I’m a mess! I was sure that I looked frantic as I did this.

“I’m sorry, I wasn't expecting company. Riri is supposed to come home later in the evening from her exams if that’s why you’re here.” I still held the spliff in my hand and subconsciously took another pull due to the onset of the stress of having the Princess in my apartment. I regretted doing it as soon as I blew out the smoke. “Shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I aggressively fanned the smoke away. But the Princess wasn’t paying attention to me. Instead, her eyes were trained on the canvas I was working on—focused on the spot where I sketched a rough draft of her face. I felt my heart beat out of my chest from embarrassment. Could anything else go wrong?

“I was just doodling and passing the time,” I tensed in anticipation of what she will say next.

“I don’t think you got my jawline right,” she said after giving it the last few glances. I analyzed her facial features and looked back to the canvas. She was right. The Princess’s jawline was now sharper and more defined. Gone was the roundness from the old photos I saw of her in the media. As I walked towards her, I pursed my lips in response and put out the spliff in the ashtray beside my art supplies.

“You should know I’m an artist and sensitive about my shit,” I joked.

“The one and only Erykah Badu,” she smiled in acknowledgement.

“I’m surprised you know the reference.”

Princess Shuri rolled her eyes at me as a way to say, “Duh.” I didn’t know much about her outside of what Riri and the tabloids had told me, which hasn’t been much. The Princess removed her blazer to make herself comfortable and revealed her toned arms in a muscle tank. I tried my best not to gawk as I watched her grab the wooden stool and place it on the opposite side of the canvas.

“Let me be your live muse, might as well get acquainted while we wait for Riri,” she smiled.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to keep me company,” I replied.

“But I want to, and pass me that joint while you’re up” Princess Shuri nodded towards the ashtray holding my spliff.

“Wait, Princess Shuri, are you even allowed to smoke?” I asked incredulously.

“Call me Shuri, and I will be coronated as Queen soon. So technically, I can do whatever I want now.”

“Okay… Shuri” It felt odd calling her by her first name. It made me feel like we were common acquaintances instead of strangers worlds apart. I passed Shuri the spliff, and she leaned in closer to me, tilting her head up to make eye contact with me to make it easier for me to light it. I quickly retreated to my easel to shift it over and prepped my colours to begin working. I watched as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke with ease as if she’s done it a million times. But, there was more to her than meets the eye.

“What made you get into painting?” Shuri asked. Her eyes observed the numerous half-finished projects and paintings on the wall. I’ve genuinely turned our apartment into a more personal studio.

“Uhm, my art helps me process my emotions and trauma. Each canvas is a journal entry for me. When I lost my Dad, I became depressed and introverted. It was my Mother who introduced me to art through different vessels in my life. She wanted me to have an outlet where I could express myself, something to soothe my soul, as she would say.” I blinked back my tears from the memories of her, the loss still fresh in my heart.

“She sounds like a lovely woman.”

“She was,” I whispered.

I briefly peeked at Shuri and saw her analyzing me. Her eyes were sad but filled with tenderness, “I’m sorry for your loss,” Shuri said.

“Me too,” I replied.

“I guess we have more in common than we think” Shuri sighed and pulled another drag of smoke into her lungs.

It was silent between us afterwards, only the music saving us from the tension in the room. I continued to perfect her jawline, adding a darker shade to add dimension. Shuri kept shifting her head, and it was beginning to make it challenging to get a good view of her features. Finally, I set down my brush in frustration.

“You keep moving, and it’s driving me crazy. I need you to keep facing forward toward me with your head slightly tilted to the right,” I huffed.

“Like this?” Shuri began posing in numerous ways jokingly, clearly feeling the effects of the weed. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at her goofiness. I walked towards her and gently grabbed her chin to adjust her accordingly. I stood in between her parted legs to do this. Shuri’s eyes were low and slightly red. She looked at me lustfully and slowly licked her lips. My stomach erupted with butterflies, and my nerves peaked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“What? Can’t I admire you? It’s only fair after you’ve been doing the same. I want to see why Riri sings such high praises of you.” Her gaze lowered to rake over my body hungrily. Shuri inhaled the last bit of the spliff and stood before me. Holding my chin, she blows the smoke in my mouth, lips grazing mine. I was thoroughly in a daze from my high and having her so close to me. The taste of smoke and her skin drove me crazy, craving more. She bent down and peppered small kisses as she made a trail to my neck, tracing her tongue along my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Shuri smelled sweet, like vanilla and had a hint of something else. I felt the pool of arousal in my panties as she teased me with her hands, groping and massaging my ass. I lightly pushed her off me to meet her eyes, my head spinning from how fast we were moving.

“What are we doing? we shouldn’t do this,” I stated.

Princess Shuri answered my question with her own, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

I paused at the forwardness of her question. If we continue, surely there wouldn’t be no turning back. But I didn’t want to stop now. I went on my toes to kiss her lips once more, slipping my tongue inside to deepen the kiss. Our tongues moved against the other. I pushed my body closer, rubbing my breast against hers. Shuri lifted me to press my core against hers and guided us to the couch. I straddled her as she ground herself against me. Shuri moaned in my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Her hands were firm on my hips as she moved me against her to keep pace with her movements. Shuri’s mouth left no place untouched. She left marks on my neck down to my breast. She was sucking and swirling her tongue as she did so.

“Shuri, please, I want you,” I moaned.

“How do you want me, princess?” she cooed.

“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted. She pushed me down onto my back so I was lying on the couch. Shuri toyed with the brim of my sweatpants, making her way down to my already soaked panties.

“You feel so good,” she mumbled against my neck and rubbed my clit in circular motions. Her fingers were slick with my juices. I rolled my waist to feel every stroke and closed my eyes to focus harder on how Shuri made me feel. I found myself getting lost in it until we heard the ringing of my apartment intercom.

“Fuck, that’s probably the pizza I ordered,” I groaned in frustration at the inconvenience of their timing.

“That’s alright. I’ll go get it,” Shuri offered.

“I don’t want you to stop and leave” I couldn’t hide the pout that formed on my face from the disappointment I felt.

“Who said we had to stop?” she asked.

Shuri plucked two Kimoyo beads from her bracket and slipped them onto the folds of my panties.“Be a good girl for me, and don’t cum until I come back.” I was confused about what she was referring to until I felt the active vibrations coming from the beads. I sat up in shock from the new wave of pleasure, my mouth slightly parted as I let out a soft breath. Shuri smirked in response and got up to retrieve her blazer.

“Don’t move,” she said sternly before turning her back and leaving me alone in my apartment. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.

I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. What were minutes felt like hours. The Kimoyo beads stroked my folds and clit in a painfully slow vibrating motion. I tried to find a position that would allow me to gain relief. However, the beads increased their vibration and speed whenever I tried to adjust them. Caressing my pussy with the utmost precision. Shuri knew what she was doing when she created these. I clenched my thighs together, but it only made things even more unbearable. Finally, the friction sent me over the edge, and I didn’t know how long I could stand. My legs started to shake uncontrollably. Yet I refused to move. I want to show the Princess I can be a good girl.

When Shuri came back, I was dangerously close to unloading, “Shuri, please, I want to cum” I cried.

Shuri enjoyed seeing her effect on me without even having to lay a finger. She slowly strolled to me after placing the food on the counter. I envisioned how I probably looked splayed open and vulnerable for her taking. My hair slightly stuck to my forehead, and my eyes rolled back in anticipation of what would come next.

“Look how wet you are for me.” her gaze was fixated on the darkened moist spot between my thighs. I was soaking through my grey pants. “I want you to beg for me,” she stated.

I pressed my lips in contemplation, unsure if my pride would allow such a thing. “Or I could just leave you like this while I help myself to your pizza,” she offered. “No, Shuri please!” She raised her eyebrows and only said, “I’m waiting.” I let out another moan as the beads did not subside or pause. My clit was overstimulated and tender to the touch.

I groaned in protest and looked into her eyes once more. “Shuri, I’m begging you. I want you to make me cum, only you, please.” I rambled in desperation for her to see how needy I was for her. I had no interest in games or toys.

“Louder.”

“Shuri, I only want you right now. I’ll do anything!”

Without hesitation, Shuri removed my clothing until I was left bare. The Kimoyo beads were drenched when we attached them back to her bracelet. Her strength and swiftness were evident throughout. Shuri watched me as she petted my entrance, playing with the sultry fluids inside my folds. Her mouth hovered over mine while she whispered, “You’re so beautiful when you beg.”

Shuri started thrusting into me, pounding her fingers in and out of me at an unmatchable pace. Shuri continued to push her long slender fingers into me, slightly curling them to hit my g-spot. The way my cunt clenched around her drove her to sweet insanity. Shuri’s eyes glazed over me, and she said, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” I met her strokes with urgency making Shuri take more control over me. Her other hand fondling my breast and nipple made me cry ecstatically. Her lips returned to the side of my neck, deepening the shade of marks she had already left. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any deeper into my gushing pussy, but she proved me wrong. At this pace, my neighbours will no doubt know what happened. My screaming moans were insolent.

“Oh yeah, keep fucking me like that. I’m so close.”

I ground my pussy against her hand, riding the swell of euphoria that came over me. It only took a few more thrusts before I arched my back and stiffened under her command. Shuri buried her face in the curve of my neck, groaning quietly. “That’s it, baby. I got you”. The tightness in my abdomen slowly declined as Shuri whispered praises against my skin. My hips faltered from exhaustion.

Once I was settled and calmed my breathing, she slid her fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked my cum off her two fingers until all I could taste was my saliva and arousal. “let me taste you.” Shuri removed her fingers from my mouth and replaced them with her tongue. Licking the remnants from my lips.

She pulled back to smile and brushed back my curls away from my forehead. “if we don’t move now, the pizza is going to get cold,” she said.

“I don’t think I have enough energy to stand up” my legs felt weak from trembling.

“Well, you have to eat something” Shuri smirked at her double innuendo, and I almost took her up for it before my stomach growled. Perfect timing. Shuri began to laugh even harder at the sound.

“Shut up,” I smiled. For the first time in what felt like forever, a person other than Riri had been able to make me laugh.

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awakefor48hours · 1 year

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My friends, angrily: they tried to kill each other

Me, dreamily: oh my god, they tried to kill each other

#enemies to lovers #this is about #namour x shuri #shuri x namor #seaprincess #marvel #mcu #mcu black panther #wakanda forever

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２５－Ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ

－ Worth More Than Words - Shuri Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

－ In which you and Shuri make a vision board detailing the journey of your relationship from past to present.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Oh god, I remember this one! When we went on that coffee date on campus?”

You hold up a printed picture of the day Shuri and you went on your first date together. It was at a crappy angle, as neither of you knew how to take those hip selfies that kids just a few years younger than you did, but it captured the new innocence that came with a fresh relationship. The two of you beaming ear to ear with your chosen beverages from the local campus cafe where you first met; it was a day neither of you have forgotten.

You lay the image down on the corkboard, pressing it in place with a thumb tack along the purple line that was strung along the length of the board as well. There were some pictures on their already, commemorating important moments and milestones within your relationship to date. From said first date to the most recent vacation the two of you took to Haiti, plus the many more photos you had stacked in tiny piles next to either of you, the tracking activity was something the both of you were enjoying far more than what you thought you would.

“Okay, but what about this one? The one Nakia took of us by the beachside?” Shuri hands you a polaroid of said picture, the memories of the evening flooding back to you. It was your first anniversary together, and it just so happened to fall in the timeframe you both were going to see Nakia and to check up on the progress of the school she was running. Spending a night out on the beach with a moonlight picnic, the intimacy of the date made you feel like a true princess; and so lucky the two of you were that Nakia came by and offered to commemorate the moment with a picture.

“You know what would make this board really complete?” You said to Shuri, a little smile on your face that always told her that you were up to something.

“What are you suggesting, love?” The royal questions, eyebrows raised curiously. She watches as you instantly raise, trotting over to the nearby dresser, and pulling out the white polaroid camera the two of you bought while in the states. As you return to your spot on the ground, you beckon Shuri to shift closer to you to be in the camera’s view.

“Let’s take a picture here,” you said, “to commemorate where we are in our relationship now!”

Shuri looks at you with an immense amount of love in her eyes, lips stretched wide across her face in a smile as she nods to your request. She makes it a special picture, too, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take the perfect snapshot. She’ll have to remember to get copies of this polaroid made, so that she can keep one for herself, to remember one of the happiest moments she’s ever had in her life.

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amphitritesmuse · 1 year

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The determination in the God’s eyes, only fuelled your anger. You inch closer towards him and although he towered above you, your gaze never faltered.

“I hear you attempted to strike some deals with the guards but it’ll never work. I am not letting the Wakandan Princess go until I get what I need.”

“I don’t care what you need, Namor.” You said hotly. “You’re gonna have to kill me first before you harm her.”

#mcu #mcu black panther #black panther 2 #mcu namor #namor #namor x reader #namor imagine #shuri

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

֍ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇<3 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍:).

You are a princess of another powerful nation. An only daughter of two fierce leaders. Most people would be upset that they're an only child, but you? No, you were practically glad you're an only child.

And since you're an only child and the first rightful heir to the throne, you were raised, taught, and trained to be a perfect and powerful future leader for the people of Zinandra. You had to admit, it was alot of pressure as a child, but as you grew older, it seemed to me less and less of a hassle, and you got used to it.

Most of the time, kingdoms would want a male to be their ruler. But in your nation, there was no such things as that kind of bullshit. Whoever was the firstborn, automatically gets the throne.

But of course, the regulation of being married before you rule still stands.

Normally that was no issue, but to you, it was. You had no interest in having a partner whatsoever. Let alone a man. Not that you're saying you hate them, it's just that most their mindsets are.. not it.

Finding a decent man to have relationship with was practically rare. It's all love and heart shaped eyes the first meeting, but then the more you see eachother, the more you see who they truly were.

Let's just say you had pretty bad experiences with the men you were 'seeing' back then.

The only person to ever catch your eyes was the princess and protector of Wakanda, Shuri and T'challa. Shuri was a bright and an intelligent woman, as to her brother, he was responsible and regal.

Zinandra and Wakanda had formed a 'peace treaty' way back then. It had been so far back that you weren't even born yet.

You were glad that the peace treaty was a thing. It gave you an opportunity to meet the royal family of the other nation. You were in absolute awe by them. The Queen? Oh lord, she was so beautiful.

Shuri and T'challa would often visit you whenever they wanted. Sometimes you just see them randomly walking around the palace without you knowing they were in your nation in the first place.

In all the dark times Wakanda had went through, your nation was always present to help. Your family have always been in all kinds of gathering in Wakanda. Whether it'd be cultural celebrations. A burial. And, a war.

The war between Wakanda and Talokan really showed you how tough it would be to be a leader of a nation. It even spiked up some worries inside of you that wasn't even there before. But of course, there wasn't you can do about it.

There was a knock on your bedroom doors all of a sudden. It was already midnight, so you were confused as to why someone was at your door at such an ungodly hour.

"Princess, her royal highness wishes to see you in the great hall." You heard someone call out. You shuffled off your bed, approaching the double doors casually.

You slightly opened it, making the door let out a loud echo in the process. You peaked out and saw one of your most trusted lady-in-waiting standing outside with her usual cheerful smile.

You didn't even know why the hell your mother assigned a lady-in-waiting for you in the first place. You were perfectly fine doing everything by yourself. But you guess having them around would make things much more easier.

You stepped out of the room, softly smiling at her as she curtsied. "Greetings, Zia. You're still up?" You questioned the lady, looking at her in concern. She hums, gracefully nodding her head.

"Why of course. I have duties to attend to, my lady."

You frowned, displeased at her words. "Why don't you get at least an hour nap? I'll assign someone else to cover for you." You suggested, watching as the lady's face contort to something as if she was horrified.

"Oh dear, goodness no. Her royal highness would be displeased at that." She shakes her head, a frown casting on her slightly wrinkling face.

"I insist. Go take a short nap, please. I don't want my people working off stress."

"I—"

"Princess' orders, Zia. You don't want to go against it, don't you?" You rose a brow at her, challenging the lady to speak up once more. The lady let's out a sigh, nodding her head in slight disappointment.

"I'll escort myself too the hall. Have a good night's rest, Zia." You waved at the girl, walking towards the direction the great hall, also known as 'throne room' was.

You finally arrived after a few short minutes of waling around the humongous place, greeting a few guards patrolling on your way to the hall.

Two female guards at the side of the big double doors opened the door for you, their gaze stoic as they never broke their fierce facade. Despite that, you muttered a small thank you before entering.

There you saw your mother standing up, surprisingly not sitting on her throne unlike your father. Your father, looked quite worried for some reason, but your mother looked delighted.

"Mother, what could be so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night for it?" You immediately got straight to the point, frowning as you walked closer to her.

"Ooh, dearest child. You'd be delighted with the news I'm about to state." Your mother cooes, holding your hands with her cold ones delightedly.

Your mother and father were two complete opposite people. Starting by the accents. You see, your mother had an elegant british way of speaking. But your father, he had one that almost mimicked the Wakandans.

You develop your mother's way of speaking, but sometimes, your father's way of speaking would magically leak out of your tone. Like when you're mad or triggered of some sorts.

"She's not gonna like this, my Queen." Your father hisses at his wife, watching as she merely waved at her dismissively. At your father's words, you only grew more worried than excited.

"Mother, what is it?" You questioned, anticipating your mothers words.

Your mother looked down at you with a giddy smile, "(name), we've received a marriage proposal from a very fine prince from another nation!" Your mother enthusiastically let's out. You can visibly hear your father slap his forehead, followed with a groan.

"We're already planning the ceremony. And the prince will be visiting us to meet you tomorrow!"

But Shuri is also visiting you tomorrow.

You were frozen in your place. The moment that you were only experiencing in your nightmares was finally happening and you didn't like it. At all. You let in a sharp inhale.

"Mother. I never even accepted the proposal. Nor was I told about it. Why are you already planning the ceremony?" You gritted out. Your mother hummed with a shrug.

"Listen (name). I know you're furious, but we've been waiting for you to finally have a partner for so long! And when you did show interest, you ended up being disappointed in them and dumped the men!"

"It was for a reason mother. Those men were absolutely atrocious, I couldn't marry them and let them rule a nation I will soon be leading." You state, glaring through your mother through your lashes. Your mother's smile dropped, a frown casting on her face.

"We know you want what's best for Zinandra, sweet child. But we can't bare to let you feel the pressure of ruling a kingdom without someone else beside you." Your mother softly says, her hand coming down your shoulders, caressing it slightly.

You shrugged off the feeling of her hands in your shoulders, taking her aback. You stepped back a few steps. "I was raised to become the perfect leader you wanted me to be, wasn't I? I don't need anyone else, mother. I did everything you asked of me to do, every single pressure as a child."

"We're doing this for you. (name)." Your mother says, her voice slightly raising fiercely.

"For me? Mother, I am just learning now that I'm in a marriage contract! You didn't even bother coming to me if I wanted it or not! Did ever even stop to consider what I care?" You looked at your mother, both furious and upset.

"It has been done, child. Don't mess this up." Your mother states roughly, raising her head high as she looked down on you. You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned on your heels, walking out of the hall.

eyyy idk what to say eyy . part two. part three. part four. part five. || tagging : @skimm0nzz

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