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natashowlet · 1 year
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wlwsource · 1 year
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SHURI & RIRI Black Panther: Wakanda Forever 2022, dir. Ryan Coogler
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dailywoc · 1 year
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Small, small girl. I am going to give you two options: you can come to Wakanda conscious or unconscious.
BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER 2022, dir. Ryan Coogler
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eye-raq · 1 year
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Erik Killmonger in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
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deathc-re · 1 year
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Namor relationship imagines
warnings: wakanda forever spoilers(!!), suggestive content, me thirsting
an: omfg i am infatuated with tenoch huerta it's actually not ok but yk, here's some head canons cause there's not enough
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he definitely loves each love language but he's such a gift giver
every chance he gets, he's giving you something new, something even more special than the last
he loves when you call his name; K'uk'ulkan
he hears it all the time from his people ofc, but you usually call him by pet names so hearing you say it is like music to his ears
speaking of ears, his are sensitive
he won't admit it but he loves when you kiss and nibble on them
or whisper in them during sex
he loves to drip you in the finest jewelry and nicest shells
he wants everyone who sees you to know you're his
your basically glowing everytime you leave your shared bedroom
you guys also have a matching pair of earrings
he loves when you lay on his chest or he lays on yours
something about hearing each others heart beats makes him feel calm, like knowing you're both alive and in that moment together
that's why also loves holding hands
he loves to pleasure you in every way you can think of but especially during sex
he pays attention to every flinch, ever gasp, and exploits the hell out of it
by the time he's done with 'foreplay' you're already gasping for air (water) with a crooked smile on your face
he loves to flirt and tease
he could be in an important council meeting or something but if he catches your eye he won't hesitate to give you a wink and a sly smile
even though he's seen it a thousand times when you take off your shirt around him he does that wolf whistle to get a giggle out of you
though he knows it's dangerous, he takes you to the surface ever chance he gets to sit under the moonlight with you
he loves how the light makes your skin shine
he loves how you always bury your feet into the sand of the beach
he loves you 
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darkkittyart · 1 year
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When everything reminds you of them. Attuma, our big sappy teddy bear 🥺❤️
Inspired by a tweet. 🥰
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xxx-aurora-swirls · 1 year
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Listen now that Black Panther is on Disney+ I’m gonna need more fanfic okay. Especially x black reader cause why is that tag so little all of their main ships are black!! Let’s keep it rolling and keep it bipoc okay us black and brown girlies deserve this!!
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chibicesiah · 1 year
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First time posting in Tumblr. It's my new obsession. This is how I imagined this scene was going to happen. It needed a kiss! Enjoy!
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WE ARE HERE WE WILL NOT GO AWAY
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When I get home from watching wakanda forever and there are no 200K+ completed Shuri/Namor fics
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peachhoneii · 1 year
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What I appreciate about Black Panther is good action and intent doesn’t absolve the cast from consequences. Colonization is the main villain, but T’Challa’s actions in the first film factored into the sequel’s plot.
Namor explained very clearly. His animosity is due to T’Challa revealing Wakanda’s resources. Consequently, countries have attempted to infiltrate Wakandan facilities to steal their resources. It’s in the film’s opening.
Namor’s actions and beliefs are justified. France sent secret operatives. America plans to destabilize Wakanda’s government. This country is under direct threat constantly. Unfortunately, this includes Namor’s home because it’s made out of vibranium.
Can’t even hate Namor. I don’t condone what he did in Wakanda, but I get why he did. The narrative sorta justifies his behavior even if it doesn’t condone it.
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ventingfanfics · 1 year
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Take it Slow
You tilted your head with a hum of approval as you analyzed your work. 
“You know, I could get used to this painting shit,” Y/N said. 
Your friend Renee chuckled but also beamed at your canvas. It was merely a sunflower, but you have to understand, the fact that it was an acrylic painting made it look legitimate. Hell, immaculate. You were more of a poet, but if you invested more time into painting, this could take off for you.
“I told you,” Renee reminded. 
She has been trying to tell you, but it took a heartache for you to finally give it a chance. Sure, you painted as a kid, but it didn’t stick. Renee knew you were in a funk and like the good friend she is (post-college friend to be exact), she came around much more often. It was good having her around although sometimes you craved solitude. 
“Can we do more?” You asked hopefully. 
“Of course. Wanna start without me? I need to use the bathroom.”
“You’re gonna be in there a while, huh?”
“Haha, very funny. I’m not gonna blow up your bathroom, Y/N.”
“Please don’t.”
You both laughed as she departed from your room. You admired your painting once more.
“Not bad,” someone that wasn’t you nor Renee spoke. 
Your eyes bulged and you jumped into action. Shuri pulled her lips inward, desperately trying not to laugh. When she came into your room, you have no idea. You weren’t expecting to see her, if you couldn’t tell. 
“Jesus,” you breathed out, holding your chest, feeling your heart pound. “I almost had a heart attack.”
“Aww, the feeling’s mutual,” she pouted, almost mockingly. “When you left me, Y/N.” She looked at you defiantly as she took quick steps towards you. “Now, why would you do that? And cause me grief?” She raised her eyebrows and folded her arms, waiting for an explanation.
All you could do was take in her fineness. She was dressed in another one of her tracksuits that complimented her brown skin beautifully. The curls piled on top of her head begged to be touched as did the shaved sides that you once enjoyed caressing. She smelled a little like incense mixed with vanilla and those soulful brown eyes were practically hogging you.
Deciding, however, that you would not allow her beauty to intimidate and sacrifice your intelligence and common sense, you cleared your throat. “I did what I felt best.” Her brows knitted together and she was about to speak but you continued. “It wasn’t a good fit.”
She looked crestfallen and you almost felt bad. 
“Princess,” she said, knowing how that nickname affected you. But her eyes were serious. “You were new to Wakanda. You just need time to adjust. And I told you I’d be right there to help you do just that.”
“You did say that,” you slowly agreed. “But let’s be honest, you stay in the lab, Shuri. I mean, stay. Linger.”
She glanced down with a titter, filling your stomach with another batch of butterflies. “I’m a busy woman, Y/N, but I will do better at making more time for you.”
“It’s not even on you. I just…” you averted your eyes, now feeling reluctant to finish and reveal one of your flaws.
“She bows out too easily.” This time it was Renee. Shuri turned around to look at her. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Renee said. “Are you still princess or Queen now?” Before Shuri or you could speak, she shrugged it off. “Anyways, Y/N needs to do a better of job of stepping out of her comfort zone.”
“Well, damn,” you said, making her and Shuri laugh.
“I love you too. And I will give you privacy,” Renee said, smiling at you and leaving you and Shuri alone.
“She’s partially right,” you said to Shuri who was calmly standing there, taking everything in.
“Hmm, well if it’s any consolation,” the Wakandan said, reaching for your waist. “I want you there.”
You lost the battle of resisting a Kool-aid smile. “You want me to return?”
“Absolutely. Hell yes.”
“Okay, I’ll take it slow.”
“Take it slow,” she quickly encouraged and tugged you even closer to where you felt each other’s bodies.
By the force of God and nature, you shut your eyes and leaned in for a kiss. She gladly accepted and carefully kissed you back, taking her time. When she moaned, you almost climaxed right there. From that point, the kiss got deeper as you desperately touched the other. 
“Come back home, princess,” she said against your mouth in her soothing tone. Her lips claimed yours again. 
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shirou-chan12 · 1 year
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My people call K'ulK'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor
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Erik Killmonger in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
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deathc-re · 1 year
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Lemme take you home ; Shuri
warnings: wakanda forever spoilers, smut, tension, cursing, drinking, implied smoking, afab and fem presenting reader, ooc shuri but whatever. i actually tried to add some plot to this, yk have some shame but not too much bc who has time for that
wc: 1.2k
an: not my best and kinda rushed but i needed to get something out for this marvel of a woman. anyway tblr fucked up the quality of the edit, which is by @vsppuirem on tiktok
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you walked into the party looking through the crowd. your friend had told you she was by the balcony but didn't specify which one in this massive house. it was a birthday party for one of those officials kids, so of course it was a block party meant to last well into the morning hours.your friend, hawa, ever the extrovert happened to be friends with said officials kid and forced you, ever the ambivert, to come as well. though you enjoyed a nice night in, why not shake some ass on a rich kids dining table?
wandering into the crowd you searched for your hawa's brightly colored wig but with no luck. with a sigh you walked over to the kitchen turned bar and looked at the kid in an apron.
"what can i get for you?" he asked, tossing a red solo into the trash.
"two shots please!" you yelled over the music.
he scoffed, "starting off the night strong huh?"
you leaned against the other side of the counter, cleavage in full view, and smiled at him.
"something like that."
quickly he pour you your shots and busied himself on the other side of the kitchen. you giggled and downed your shots, screwing your face as the burning liquid slid down your throat.
"is that who i think it is! you shoulda called!" hawa yelled behind you, throwing an arm on your shoulder.
"i did."
"oh."
you rolled your eyes and let her pull you through the crowd. leaving the bustling crowd behind, hawa brought you to a quieter section at the front of the house.
"hawa! your back!" exclaimed a girl sprawled out on a couch, head resting on the lap of a boy who seemed a little too out of it.
"and you brought a friend." you looked over to a chair on the wall of this little space and your heart almost dropped to your feet. it was princess- queen shuri in all her glory.
a glass of what seemed to be whiskey in her hand, moving in circles as her eyes trailed you. you swallowed your nerves and nodded towards the group, sitting down next to hawa.
"so," the girl on the couch started," who are you?"
"oh!" you chuckled. "i'm y/n, hawa's friend from primary school."
"wow, you've known each other a while. i'm nana, this is hasan and i'm sure you know who that is." she nodded toward shuri.
"yeah," you breathed, " it's nice to meet you all. especially you your highness."
"oh please, call me shuri. it's a party isn't it?" she sat back in her chair, placing her glass of whiskey on her upper thigh. your eyes were locked but oh how you wanted to let them roam.
you've had the biggest crush on the queen since you could remember. she was just a year older than you and lord has the crush matured as she has. those sharp features, those piercing eyes and lord those hands.
"of course...shuri." she smiled at you and took a sip of her drink, finally taking her eyes away from yours.
the group then fell into comfortable conversation but you could barely pay any attention. all you could think about was the queen right across from you, legs spread, arms crossed, with a bored look on her face. with every move she made it felt like a tighter grip around your airway. you never thought you'd get to meet her yet here you are, barely two feet away. and she's eyeing you like she wants to eat you alive.
"uh, i think i'm gonna go get myself a drink," you said, hoping to get a little bit of air.
"that's a great idea, i needed a refill anyway," shuri said, standing up and grabbing her now empty glass.
lovely, you thought.
the two of you made your way towards the bar, a not so comfortable silence around you.
"y'know," she started, "i hope my staring isn't making you uncomfortable. i just can't seem to take my eyes off you."
you chuckled and looked at her over your shoulder, "i could say the same to you shuri. i'm honored to see your beauty up close."
she was silent, and you thought you'd offended her some how until you felt slender fingers wrap around your wrist. you looked back, confusion written on your face, only for her to lean close to your ear.
"i can't take this anymore. let's just forget the drinks and you follow me, yeah?" the feeling of her breath on your ear, the urgency in her voice, the tight grasp on your wrist. you swallowed thickly and nodded.
it was a blur up until this point but now you were face to face with the queen of your country and you've never been more aware of how you're feeling. she leaned against the door and locked it, slowly, sensually. she was staring but didn't move an inch. almost as if she was waiting, or scared.
wordlessly you hopped up onto the counter, mini dress riding up to expose perfect thighs. like that she was between your legs, soft lips crashing into yours like waves on a beach. your hands found their way to her jaw, her hands found their way to your waist. the two of you moved in sync. needy for something, anything that let you be ever closer to one another. reluctantly you pulled apart with a huff, lungs stinging and core aching.
"take those off." shuri commanded, eyes locked onto your exposed lace. the twinkle in her eye made you resist a moan. without shame, you shimmed out of your underwear and tossed it towards the sink. she let out a shaky breath then looked up at you with a cocky smile. grabbing hold of your ankles she pulled you to the very edge of the counter and squatted down. 
you weren’t prepared for how quickly she dived into your cunt. tongue taking a large sweep, drinking up all your juices. she grabbed hold of your thighs and tossed a look at you before getting lost in the world between your legs. 
she licked at your folds,tongue thrusting inside your sex with manic vigor. like clock work she alternated between your swollen bud and quivering heat; while still taking the time to look up at you. enjoying the look of pleasure on your face. as you got closer and closer to the edge your legs couldn’t help but clamp shut. 
shuri let out a hum of surprise before attacking your cunt more feverishly. you could barely control your moans of pleasure as dots began to fill your vision. 
“shit- shit! shuri baby i’m close!” you cried, hands grabbing hold of her hair. that only seemed to encourage her and with a look of mischief in her eye she gently bit down on your clit, sending you over the edge. a low moan erupted from your throat, legs all but strangling shuri as you road out your high. 
“that was good.” you chuckled, pulling her into your chest for a messy kiss. you could taste yourself on your lips and that only re-tightened the coil in your stomach. 
“so i’m told.” she smiled. “so how about you put these back on and we go somewhere where we can have some real fun?”  
 slipping into your discarded lace you looked up at her, “like where?” 
“how about you lemme take you home. would that make you happy princess?” 
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nzia-writes · 1 year
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Uhmmm, who wants tagging in this Ramonda X Fem fic?
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