shuri having an attitude is so interesting to watch. her eyes get dark and filled with anticipation but the only thing it killing is you.
“ya! what do you mean I can’t taste you right now? what do you think I put my grills back on for? you are really starting to piss me off.”
you can’t deny how alluring she looks at the moment. long diamond studded chains dangling lowly, swinging between her v-neck tank and your lips. as she speaks, you get to see a glimpse of the fang-shaped grills she wants to so desperately seep into your skin but teasing her is so much fun. why give in now?
her slender hands grip at the sides of your waist, softly rolling the flesh between her fingers, unable to hold back the desire to be one with those favorite lips of hers. she whines as you push her head away from your hips, whispering about lightly she’ll make you come three times more than before if you just give her a chance. she promises to be good for you.
she traces her lips along your neck, sucking and biting until she leaves her print on you and no. you better not think about pushing her away this time or she might have to start using her strength on you.
“just one taste,” fingers tracing over you clit in an infinity motion because she wishes to suck you up for the same length of time. “I won’t bite you too hard this time my love. please.”
she’s already slipped your panties off and within a matter of seconds as your scent fills the air, and she completely and embarrassingly soaks hers.
her clit jumps in recognition of her home, wanting nothing more than to make the nastiest mess possible but oh you just can’t stop pretending. pretending like you don’t want her lips swallowing you whole and spelling out of much she adores you.
frustrated, she brings her hips to the edge of the bed and begins grinding, hissing softly and swearing in annoyance that she still can’t feel you. her mind is fuzzy and lost knowing that she’s two milliseconds away from bursting and she hasn’t even been able to slowly slide her slick, sopping pussy across your — ughhhh. the effect you have on her is unlike anything she has ever felt before.
“how many more ways can I beg you? why can't i just…," she whines, throwing her head back, curls bouncing in the air the way she wants to bounce on you. she’s rocking the bed with her slightly weighted thrusts, getting ahead of herself and insisting on needing to feel something. the diamonds in her mouth are staring down at you as her jaw drops in pleasure and oh fuck it. her lips need a place to stay and who are you to deny them of that any longer.
i was the only one laughing on april 1st… but good news! it started out as a joke, but that joke planted a seed that blossomed. i started planning and writing and making mood boards. i’m working on it! lol. here’s a snippet - ♡
This drawing really got away from me, but it’s finally DONE. I knew that I didn’t have it in me to draw Namor in all of his Mesoamerican finery, so I cheated and got creative with Photoshop magic. I also thought that Shuri’s outfit should be minimalist to provide a fun contrast, but of course, she’s wearing the jade jewelry that Namor had given her in Talokan.
And in a nod to Wakandan modesty, Namor actually put on some clothes a tunic. It is his wedding day, after all.
Letitia: you don't have to talk about me let's give others a chance
Tenoch: anyway, I loved working with you so much. Our characters mirror each other, they share the same grief and the same wound and working with you helped me understand my character better
I know Namor making that mural was either to memorialize the battle or because he greatly respects and maybe admires Shuri. But this scenario was too funny for me not share:
Namor: *making a giant mural of him and Shuri like a teenager puts names in hearts*
Namor: *patiently waiting for Wakanda to call him*
Namor: *putting on his best outfit for a meeting with Wakanda's council so he'll look good in front of Shuri*
Namor: *dramatically walks out of the water of Wakanda's river*
M'Baku: fish-man! Welcome. I am King M'Baku of Wakanda-
Namor, who's literally counted down the days till he could meet Shuri again: wait what
Rip to princess shuri but I'm different. If Namor had walked onto my shores, smiled at me like that, and asked me for an alliance, I would have simply married him and ruled the world together. I don't like kids but after he says "I bought the sun to my people" I would have had his water babies right then and there. I don't know how this girl ain't even gonna think about it for a minute smh.
i love when stories incorporate a variety of religions and religious expressions into the mix & wakanda forever opened with shuri saying “bast if you let me save my brother i will never doubt you again,” showed namor being cursed by a spanish friar as a “child without love” when he was there to bury his mother out of love for her and her love for the surface world, let both shuri and namor’s grief and vengeance blind them to the everlasting presence of their mothers in their lives… and i really LOVED that seeing their mothers in what could have been their last moments doesn’t shift their entire worldview, just tells them that the people we loved never truly leave us, and that there are more important things than getting even, and sometimes it’s possible to know and be known by person so well that they live on inside us whether we like it or understand it or not