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Forever in love with the queen of rock and roll. REST IN POWER

Tina Turner, Private Dancer Tour (1985)

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The happiest of birthdays to you! 🎉♥️🎉

And I'm sending that right back to you!!

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You a real one babes. Ya girl is 30, can you believe??

Also a BIG HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO OTHER GOOD SIS AND IN THIRST @eerythingisshaka 🎊💕🎉💐👀🍾💜🫣. This next year will be amazing to you! Love ya!

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A Night in Wakanda

A/N: Just Shuri giving Namor a tour of Wakanda.  A smidge explicit, very light.  My first writing in almost 2 years so let me get me feet wet with this and I’ll definitely work on more.

Word Count: 1.7k

Peering at the mural, Namor idolizes the image before him.  The characterized version of himself, tussling with the menacing and all powerful Black Panther.  His years are beyond all who are of Earth but for the first time he finds himself truly impressed with the princess who fought valiantly against him.

He touches his cheek, fingers grazing over the now fully healed skin that Shuri embedded her claws into.  Just once, Namor hoped that scar would linger a bit longer.  

His people clamored about to discuss everything from protection of their vibranium mines to future plans with Wakanda to a possible parade for the safe return of K’uk’ulkan and he had had enough.

“Leave me to think,” Namor directs, barely raising his voice.  This is enough to scatter the room peacefully in under a second.  It is hard for him to concentrate and there is an ache deep within him that causes further frustration.  Sleep won’t do, food isn’t the cure, and alcohol is a waste of time for him.  

Suddenly he hears a low hum.  His ears twitch in time with the vibrations in the water and he knows exactly where it is coming from.  Namor catapults his way through the waves, feeling his heart race from the opportunity he is being met with.

Bursting out, he shakes the water out of his eyes and sees exactly what he needs to see.

Shuri stands across from him on the shore, arms crossed and foot tapping softly against the earth.  “You’re late.”

Namor takes a beat before responding.  “You didn’t blow hard enough.  I could barely hear.”

“That sounds like a problem for the maker of your conch, not me.  I blew it as I always have, or maybe your satellites need unclogging.”  Shuri pulls nonchalantly at her ear lobe.  

Namor’s mouth twitches before clearing his throat to speak.  “Do you have a reason for summoning me, besides disrespecting someone who has lived countless lives before you?”

Shuri tosses her hands in the air.  “You’re making it too easy for me!  Don’t think I didn’t notice a smirk, you find me hilarious.”

“Do you remember our agreement?” Namor says with almost a purr in his voice.  

“Yes. I am not a goldfish as you should be well aware,just come over here,” Shuri quips, kicking at the edge of the body of water he is floating above.

Namor scoffs at her.  “Do you usually welcome royalty like this?” His winged ankles bat softly as he glides just above the water, resembling the Messiah.  Shuri clenches her jaw, not breaking eye contact as he lands in front of her.  His exquisite collar catches the sun’s light gloriously, only to rival his deep dark gaze locked on hers.

“I didn’t take you as the sensitive type, but I guess I’ll consider your feelings.  Especially when you dress like the children’s story about the emperor and his new wardrobe.  However, I will give the tour of Wakanda as we agreed.  Follow me.”

Beyond the plains stood the grand, expansive world that is Wakanda.  Despite the amount of area it controls, the true quantity of its richness is only felt once seen in person.  Shuri and Namor stroll through downtown Wakanda with Dora Milaje in tow.

“I must say for a land dwelling, this is quite beautiful,” Namor says in genuine amazement.  Shuri looks to him and feels her pride grow in her chest.

“A God amazed?  Wow I am good!”  Shuri smiles as Namor shakes his head slightly.

“Humble as you are, I must agree.  There are some benefits to land still.  That bullet train system seems cozier than the water current system we have in Talokan.”

“Yes, and,” Shuri inhales the air, wafting dramatically with her hands, “You can’t beat the smell of the cooking.  As much as I enjoyed the refreshments in that cave, you cannot beat a Wakandan meal.  Are you ready to join me for that?  I believe with our walk we should arrive just in time for what has been prepared.”

Namor puts a hand to his chest, “I am honored to share your table, princess.”

Once Namor and Shuri arrive at the dining hall, Shuri thanks the Dora Milaje for their services as they close the door on their way out.  A table with fresh fruits, whole roasted fishes, steamed vegetables and breads with varieties of spread and more than a few bottles of wine.

“Wow, is this another practical joke on me and my appetite, princess?” Namor says lightly as he encounters the dinner table.

Shuri watches him approach the spread with her hands clasped tightly behind her.  “I’m sure with your physique you won't indulge too much but I wanted to make things comfortable for you.  As my guest.”

Namor looks back at Shuri, extending his hand to the table.  “Then, please.  I cannot start without my host.”

Sitting across from each other both share stories of their lives, tragic and joyous.  Despite Shuri having significantly less years on Earth than him, Namor was fully curious about her life.

“And so a red machine man with a golden stone in his forehead was the reason the…snap occurred?  I really thought I had seen everything.”  Namor gives an exasperated sigh as he sips from his glass, incredulous of the details.

Shuri twists up her face, “Wellll, not the whole reason.  He was one last step for the purple alien giant and his golden glove.”

“Ah!  That’s right.  And the green one is…”

Shuri claps her hands, “A good guy!  Bruce Banner.  He goes by that more than hulk now, even though he looks more like Hulk than Bruce Banner.  There are more but I cannot focus on going down that rabbit hole.”

Namor leans back in his chair, fixing his gaze on her.  “You have seen many more things than I imagined.  Your only question for me was if I ever seen a dinosaur and I’m hearing from you tales of men from outer space.”

Shuri picks at her teeth, feeling much more comfortable with a full stomach.  “And you thought the surface world was the problem.  I can’t wait for you to know what the galaxy holds.  That reminds me!”

Shuri gets up and retrieves an ornate box from across the room and walks it back to him.  Namor gets up, meeting her halfway.  

“Although, this may be unnecessary as I spared you your life…” Shuri pauses as Namor’s eyes smile down at her, “I wanted to give you something as a courtesy.  Your mother’s bracelet helped to bring back the Heart Shaped Herb for my people and restore the mantle of Black Panther.  Therefore, I wanted to give you this.”

Laid inside is a set of kimoyo bead earrings, customized with teal and emerald engravings of his mother tongue.  Namor takes a breath to respond.

“They look beautiful, princess.  I am so grateful to you.”

Shuri takes one and presses it, causing it to emit a light.  “These have many purposes; however, the most important feature is for communication.  They are upgraded to withstand the pressure of the depths of Talokan and so if your ‘satellites’ malfunction and cannot hear the conch, this will work just as well.”

Namor holds his hand out to take the little bead from Shuri.  “And is this a direct line to you?”

Shuri nods.  “Of course!”

“Good, I hoped for as much.”  Namor’s eyes lock onto Shuri’s in a way that makes her shuffle her stance, but her eyes won’t break the stare.  Taking the earring back, she closes the box and sets it down at the table they previously shared.  She hears his footsteps behind her approaching.

“Stop.”  His steps halt instantly.  As she faces him, her heartbeats strongly in her chest.  She can tell Namor’s breath is heavier as his chest rises and falls.

“Do you need a glass of water?”  Shuri questions, gripping the table behind her to remain steady.

Namor simply shakes his head.

“Good.  Wouldn’t want you to dry out.”

“Neither should you, princess,”  Namor says in a tempting manner, taking one step closer, then two.

Shuri takes her half full glass of wine and tosses it in his face.  Namor barely blinks, wiping the side of his face and licking his fingers clean.  “I appreciate the offer, but I would like something more than that.”

Shuri reaches out to grab him under his jaw, slamming him against the wall.  Namor’s breath is shallow under her grip as she licks the wine from his lips and in his mouth,  Namor moans into her mouth gratefully, gripping her waist to press her against him.

“Your shorts hide very little you know,”  Shuri says, letting her hands explore the power of his chest, grasping at every peak and valley of muscle.

“There’s nothing for me to hide when you are here, princess.  I want you to know all of me, as I hope you let me in you.”

Namor takes her face in his hands, tongues dancing together as he melts into her. He enjoys her mouth on his and tasting her lips, giving them a bite.

Shuri pushes him back, knocking the wind out of him slightly.  “Take them off, K’uk’ulkan.”

Namor’s hands pull desperately at his waistband, bringing them down and carefully off his winged ankles.

Shuri takes in the sight of the nude king before him.  “I see why many have kneeled before you all these centuries, good for you.”

Namor chuckles, standing confidently in front of her.  “That could be one reason, but I do not want you to kneel.  Instead, I wish for you to give me that opportunity.”

Shuri turns her chair out from the table, hiking up her simple black dress as she sits down.  Looking Namor in his eyes she spreads her legs to him, biting her lip as her arousal intensifies. 

“Do you feel worthy to kneel before me?”  Shuri asks.

Namor puts one hand on his hip and the other wipes his mouth, looking like a man in desperate need of a drink.  “I won’t say I am worthy, not to you princess.  But I am indebted to you and wish to please you.”

Shuri pats her inner thigh.  “Come.”

Namor takes a couple steps before getting down on his hands and knees, crawling to her.  

“May I touch you, princess?”  Namor’s deep dark eyes look up expectantly to Shuri, mere centimeters away from her center.

“You may, but just your tongue,”  Shuri commands.

Namor’s head dips as he unfurls his tongue, gliding it along her lips from the bottom to the top making Shuri’s body jolt involuntarily.

“I won’t need water long as I am here, princess.”

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✍️🏾...make new mbaku fic for Athena....

Moronic Jealousy

(M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings:  Fluff and Smut, 

A/N:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATHENA!!! 🎉🎉🎂🎂🎁🎈💕💋 

I fully intended on posting this on the actual day, had the plot and everything but this week was, whew chile!  So after some selfcare, I finally got a story for you @muse-of-mbaku!  Happy Birthday and I hope New Orleans treats you well.  Continue to be great, break necks, and make moves!  This is inspired by a part of A Different World episode between Jaleesa and Walter.  Soon as I saw it on Prime Video, I been wanting to use it as fanfic fodder. It’s silly, so I hope you like it!

“So then I was like ‘Put the pussy on the chainwax!’”  Michelle cackles out loud as you and Adriene look at each other, telepathically wondering if your friend has gone insane.

“Honey, why would you say that in traffic court?  I enjoy the enthusiasm, but it’s misguided.”  Adriene states, leaning into her glass of moscato.

“You just don’t get it.  (Y/N), you get what I was trying to say, right?”  Michelle looks to you.

After several seconds of gulping air to find the words you respond.  “To me you just added a charge of animal cruelty on top of not having a working headlight, so I’d put you up for 3 years if it was my word, but Adriene is the jury here.”

Girls night is your favorite night of the week.  It’s a tradition that has been hard to keep up with given the busy weekdays you all shared, but in a way that made the final connect all the more sweeter.  And what comes with that is your favorite pastime: Drunk Courtroom.

“Man, you ALWAYS take Adri’s side in this.”  Michelle pouts, blowing a 3B curl out of her face.

“That’s what the judge does!  My jury tells me what to do- I think I need to cut you off of the Barefoot, cuz…”  You slide the bottle closer to you on the coffee table.

“No, that ain’t my problem!  You really bossy since your engagement to Timbuktu.”  Michelle cheeses into her glass.

Your jaw drops, scoffing.  “Oh my God, how many times I gotta tell you to stop calling him that!  Especially now that he is my future husband, chill with alldat.”

Michelle giggles, pushing you a little.  “Can I play a little??  You landed a gold mine, or should I say vibranium mine with him as your catch.  See what happens when you put the pussy on the chainwax?”

Keep reading

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whew writing aint no joke but I got something.  be kind cuz I already feel like I could’ve done more so I clearly gotta learn to love the process again.  

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I know a Grammy nominated artist, what a time. CONGRATS!!

MY ALBUM IS GRAMMY®️ NOMINATED!!!!!!!!

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Winston Duke and Tenoch Huerta D23 Expo 2022

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Nice to see you again! The streets were calling my name!

YOU'RE BACK! :D

Idk if i've told you how much I loved your T'Challa x Nakia fics....

If you did I can't remember but I thank you all the same! 💋 I plan to still do my wip that I have currently and write again for all the ships and shit as well. Yall making me happy with the warm welcome!

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YOU'RE BACK! :D

Idk if i've told you how much I loved your T'Challa x Nakia fics....

If you did I can't remember but I thank you all the same! 💋 I plan to still do my wip that I have currently and write again for all the ships and shit as well. Yall making me happy with the warm welcome!

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PUT THE FIC IN THE BAG

I like that aggression

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Ok if I made a namor fic, is that cool?

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Thank you but also are you ok?

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🤣🤣🤣 MY KING

Have you ever read fanfiction about yourself?

Nice question.

Shuri was laughing about something called ‘smuts’ and dared me to search them up. I was bored, so I did it and-

I’m pretty sure I’m the cat that curiosity killed.

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Hi! Is the fan fic librarian still here? Looking for the fan fic inspired by Issa Rae's insecure.

She sure is @chaneajoyyy

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I know I haven't been on here in a while, and I was just getting the gumption up to dive into creating again but then my mother passed away Wednesday.

I appreciate all yall who still find my work and enjoy it. I am so glad for the connections I made on here through our consumption of different media, all yall I have never met but shared a laugh and excitement with is special to me.

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WHEW! don't get me started!!

@eerythingisshaka reminds me of your fic😌