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generallysapphic · 2 years ago

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relax for me, pretty girl +18 (shuri x reader)

shuri needs to relax, again. Bast forbid she actually gets the rest she needs. but you’re her wife, and once more, you’ll make sure she gets what she deserves.

sub shuri my beloved, i’ve been meaning to write about her for so long and i finally CAN! this is the same wife reader from i can take care of you, so reader that one before coming here!

warnings; sub switch shuri x soft dom reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, name calling, pet names, smothering kink, sexual massages, strap on sex, tribbing, sex toy usage, married love making, bottom!shuri!!!!

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translations: ndisondele kakhulu: i’m so close |uziva ulungile: you feel good | uyizuzile: you’ve earned it |

you can hear shuri’s groans of frustration from the lab before you even enter it. after your beautiful week of relaxation and love making, it was back to business as usual. and even though she took her health and her needs more seriously, after a couple of months shuri was back to her old ways— crowding herself in her work, coming to bed late, and taking up long missions with no break.

it saddened you; you knew why she was throwing herself in her work, she wanted a distraction from the year anniversary of her family’s deaths, but she was not well, dark circles under her eyes again, small cuts around her lips because she had been biting at them too hard, her posture was ruined— your poor wife was just so exhausted.

you knew another week of relaxing wouldn’t do much, this way of living was embedded into shuri’s core, and it wouldn’t do anything if she had another week off except relax her for a moment, then she’d be right back to square one. so you had developed a plan.

you would reward her tonight. for all her hard work and dedication, you’d make her relax.

you were going to take charge tonight.

you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of it; you had always followed shuri when it came to your sex life. she was more than happy to guide you, take control and lead you both in euphoric ways, but tonight you wanted her entire mind, heart, and body to relax, and you knew the only way to do so was to take complete control tonight.

you knock softly on the doors and push them open, griot announcing your presence, “panther, your wife has arrived.”

you walk around the corner, hearing her grumble a soft response and see shuri, hunched over and working diligently on another suit for okoye. you smile, “what improvements could the midnight angel herself require?” and you see shuri smirk a bit, goggles reflecting the suit, “okoye says she’s ‘too hot’ in the suit, im adding perspiratory outlets to release her sweat and make it cool,” and you both share a giggle.

you come behind her, hugging her and leaning on her shoulders, snaking your hands against her abs, “you look so sexy, you know,” you whisper, kissing her neck and ear. she sways her shoulders, not pushing you off but startled by the contact. okay, good, you wanted to get her a little bothered. “and you smell so good,” you practically moan in her neck and she sighs, “my love, i— i need to work,” she whispers back, turning her neck to give you more room to kiss.

you take the opportunity, sucking and kissing at her neck and you can see her hands lower slowly, “i know, baby, but you taste so good,” you moan back, pushing up her shirt and feeling on her skin, and rubbing all over her and she completely gives in, sighing and moving her neck to the side and giving you complete access. you kiss her feverishly, sucking and nipping at the skin there and moving your hands farther and farther up until you smooth over her bra and fiddle with the lace there.

and shuri becomes silent wit just small huffs of air leaving her mouth, and when you open your eyes you can see her furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes and it makes you smile. it wasn’t rare for you to take charge like this, encouraging her to leave her lab and give you some attention and you were sure she’d soon try to take over and begin to lead like she always does but you hold her there until she’s huffing impatiently, moving her hands to hold yours under her shirt and moving to stand. you pull away, the skin wet and making a small noise once you leave her, “hey, shuri, calm down,” you whisper and kiss her ear.

she chuckles a bit, “oh so you weren’t trying to get me all riled up just then?” and you giggle with her, moving in front of her and sitting down on her lap, holding her chin and licking your lips. shuri looks gorgeous like this, mouth parted and lips wet with those blown eyes you’ve seen in the bedroom far too often. “no, my love, i was, i just.. i have a suggestion, okay?” and shuri’s interests are peaked, her holding onto your hips with her steady hands and leaning forward encouraging you to continue.

you exhale, okay, “i wanted to… be in control tonight. like yknow how you always tell me what to do and i follow? i wanted to do it, this time,” you say slowly and wait to see a reaction on shuri’s face, but she waits a bit, the corners of her mouth poking up and her eyes closing a bit. you hear a small giggle before she open them again, smiling at you, “okay,”

your eyes bulge for a second, “‘okay’? really, you’re okay with that?” you double check and shuri nods, pulling you close, “yeah i’m okay with it, usana, i think it’ll be fun, hmm?” you smile shyly, and nod, “i think so too,” you say and lean forward, finally kissing her mouth and wrapping your arms around her neck. shuri sighs against you, ranking her own hands up your shirt and you smile and pull away, “first rule, only touch me when i say. remove your hands, lovely,”

shuri scoffs, “i didn’t know we were doing rules,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and taking her hands from your skin, letting them rest on your thighs and you speak again, “and rule two is watch that mouth, i want to make you to feel good, not punish you,” you say, standing and you watch shuri’s mouth quirk up, “i doubt you could come up with a punishment i can’t handle,”

you shrug, taking her hand and leading her away from the lab table, “maybe. so for tonight, just listen to me and be good, okay pretty girl?” you ask looking directly into her eyes knowing the nickname does things to her. you see shuri swallow a bit, nodding and speaking breathlessly, “yeah, yes. okay, i’ll be good,”

and you smile, knowing she’s putty in your hands.

if there’s anything you know to be true about your wife is that she loves making you feel good and she love when you wear lingerie. and luckily the latter was already in motion.

you had on your newest set, unbeknownst to shuri who sat patiently in the bedroom. it was beautiful two piece, the lace dress was loose and frilly and damn near see through, your nipples exposed and hard from the cold air and your ass was nearly uncovered, the panties weren’t doing much but adding a cute floral pattern to your melanated skin. but, you loved it and you knew shuri would too. you spin around once more in the mirror and put on some more lipgloss before nodding to your reflection, a silent but firm you got this.

you tried to force all your nerves away as you opened the door, peaking, “are your eyes still closed?” and you hear shuri laugh a bit, some subtle shuffling, “yes, baby, they’re closed,” and you exhale slowly, walking out and seeing shuri sat exactly where you left her on your shared bed, still covering her eyes. you smile, “okay, go ahead,” and shuri’s more than eager to take her hands away.

“fuck,” she mutters lowly, looking you up and down and licking her lips. you nearly give in with that look, wanting her to take you and ravish you like she always does but you stay strong and harp it up a bit. you turn and show just the side of your butt, “you like it? i bought it a while ago, never knew i’d wear it, honestly,” you tease and shuri laughs absentmindedly, clearly not paying your words any mind. you can see her hands fiddling with the sheets, clearing wanting to touch you and it makes you smile, “you wanna touch me baby?” and shuri’s eyes meet yours, her clearly not listening until you said that and she licks her lips and nods, “yes,” comes the breathless whisper and you shudder yourself, you didn’t know you’d be that into this— shuri at your beck and call, hungry and waiting.

you lick your own lips and move closer to her, swaying your hips and moving your arms around her neck, “ask me,” you whisper back and she exhales, eyes still holding yours, “please, can i touch you, my love?”

you giggle a bit, surprised at her blatant desperation and nod, “yes, my love, go ahead,” and she smiles back, wrapping her hands around your waist and squeezing the skin of you butt, pulling you closer and kissing at your stomach through the lace. you feel her fingers slide through your panties, moving the fabric around and touching your lips, her cold hands touching the warm slick there and you both let out a breathless moan, you surprised by the contact.

she keeps her fingers there, kissing your stomach and keeping your lips apart with her other hand and she starts to enter you. your eyes close, you want to give in but you don’t, you hold on to her arm, “uh uh, take— take them out, love, not yet,” you stutter out and shuri groans, removing them, and placing her hands at her sides. you look down at her through your lashes and sigh, kissing her forward, “i know you want to please me, baby, but tonight’s about you, okay?” she nods, so clearly wanting to be good. you kiss her nose and place your hands on her shoulders, adding pressure, “lean back for me, okay love?” and shuri nods, shy but obedient and you can feel yourself leak at this vulnerable side of her.

she’s all on the way on the sheets, and you climb on top of her, smoothing over her legs and coming to her chest and kissing there. “my pretty girl,” you mumble into her skin and she smiles and sighs, leaning all the way back now, head against the pillows. you feel her breasts in your hands, moving the skin around in your fingers until you reach her nipples, mouth suckling on one and your fingers squeezing the other. shuri’s breath picks up and you hear small moans leave her, hands finding the sheets. you suck the skin there for a few moments, until both of her nipples are hard, wet and puffy and you smile at the sight, deciding to move downward.

you kiss down to her navel and she chuckles a bit and you smile, “ticklish, love?” you whisper out and look up at her. shuri’s on her elbows now, eyes glossed over and clearly infatuated with the sight of you pleasuring her and the look she has in her eyes has your mind spinning. she nods at your question and you nod back, getting back until you reach her boxers, a dark, wet spot greeting you there. you lick your lips, sliding your hands against her thighs and coming up between the clothing there. you call her softly, “shuri,” you whisper in between her legs and she hums back, eyes twisted shut and not looking. you kiss her thighs, “look at me love,” and she opens her eyes, eyebrows furrowed, “keep your eyes on me, okay, intombi entle?” she moans at your xhosa and nods, eyes still holding yours.

you smile against her skin, sliding her boxers down and her beautiful pussy comes to view, a line of slick still connecting it to her boxers as they slide down her legs. she huffs at the contact, the cold air flowing on her clit and you shush her, smoothing your hands over her thighs and kissing the kiss there, actively avoiding her heat. shuri’s hips buck, clearly wanting your attention elsewhere and it makes you smile. shuri’s so rarely this desperate but you’re also so rarely this cruel— usually you give into shuri completely and fully, moving the way she wants and giving into her entirely.

you kiss more and more at the skin around her pussy but never getting too close to her lips, not even close to her clit. she huffs, “you’re being mean,” she whispers out, still holding your eyes once you look up. you nod, “i know i am, watch your mouth,” you mumble back, sucking on her thighs and she whispers again, “please, please ikumkani wam, i need you, please,” comes the breathless response and you shudder yourself, grinding down on the sheets below to give your own clit some friction.

you pull away from her thighs, looking up at her, “ask me, shuri. i have no idea what you want, love,” and she leans her head back and groan, her gorgeous throat in view. you make a reminder in your head to bite her there more often. she leans back and finds your eyes, frustration clear on her face, “please, my love, please eat my pussy, i need your mouth on me, on my clit,”

you lick your lips to hold down the gasp that was bound to escape you. so explicit, you think and nod, “of course, my sweet girl,” before you get caught up in what she said. you lean forward, sighing at the sight of her pussy, leaking and gushing all for you and from your teasing. you smile, rubbing a finger through her slit and separating her lips, shuri moans loud and unashamed, leaning her head back once more. one of her hands comes to her chest, playing with her puffy nipples and you moan at the sight. you lean forward and suck a kiss on her clit, the nub twitching in your mouth and her pussy leaking around your chin.

shuri moans louder, and you look up and see her closed her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand working diligently against her chest. you pull away from her clit and she groans, “eyes on me, shuri,” you reemphasize and she moans and nods, opening her tightly shut eyes and you get back to her clit, sucking and holding her shaking thighs open with your hands. shuri holds your gaze, moaning and sighing, trying so hand to keep her eyes open.

you love the taste of shuri on your tongue, her pussy leaking on your chin and her hole squeezing around nothing. you flatten your tongue when you feel her hips move, obviously needing more. you move one hand from her thighs, sliding your fingers between her lips and pushing inside. “oh, fuck, y/n,” shuri calls in a hushed tone and you hum around her clit, the vibrations sending another slew a moans from her.

you push another finger inside and move them in and out slowly, still sucking on her clit softly and she bucks, “please, please, i need— mhmm, need more,” she all but begs and you moan yourself, grinding more aggressively on your sheets to alleviate the pressure on your clit. you listen to her, thrusting your fingers harder and harder and deeper into her until— “uhhh, right there, please, please—!” and she sounds so lovely, her moans all the way deep in her chest, her fingers squeezing the sheets.

you hold yourself there, pulling away from her clit and speaking, “tell me how it feels,” you say, your voice sounding so different than what you’re used to. shuri hears it too, fluttering her eyes a bit, and then opening them and responding, “feels good, feels so good. you’re so good,” and you nod, angling your fingers deeper and you see her eyes roll back, your rule of keeping hers on you leaving you because you can tell she’s about to cum.

you breathe, “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” and she’s nodding, bucking her pussy against your hand and you nod back, even though she can’t see you, and you put your mouth back on her clit, sucking at the bud and you feel it jump in your mouth, twitching along with shuri who moans louder, “i— i’m cumming, fuck, i’m so close, please don’t stop, cumming—!”

and you feel it; her pussy squeezes around your fingers, gushing out more cum as her clit pulses around your lips and you moan at the feeling, not relenting much like she does you, and you hear her moans become high pitched sighs as she gets more and more overstimulated. you pull away after you feel her thighs squeezing together. her pussy looks beautiful, milky white and pulsing. you sigh, running your fingers through her cum. shuri sigh, and leans back, shuddering as you play with her.

you smile once you get a good look at her, one forearm is coving her eyes the other still in the sheets to calm her down, thigh still twitching and shaking. you lean down and kiss her legs, “you alright, my dear?” and she chuckles a bit, nodding, “yes, i’m okay, shit,” she curses and you laugh, getting up and sitting next to her face, looking down.

you smile once she moves her forearm and looks at you, “you did wonderfully my love,” you praise her and she smiles, a bit shy and she leans up, “can i kiss you?” she asks, sweetly and you blush and nod, leaning down and capturing her lips. shuri’s so sweet like this, so pliant and loving, not like she hasn’t been this way before but it’s a whole new side of her entirely and it makes you flush inside.

shuri leans up more and deepens the kiss, more than eager to please you and you can feel it. she anxious, her hands moving to touch you but then remaining obedient and placid. you smile as you watch her and pull away, “you want to touch me, shuri? make me feel good?” you tease and she nods, biting her lip and holding eye contact. her hands are still moving, she’s so needy and it’s making you pulse in your underwear. you lean down and kiss her again, speaking against her lips, “what do you to do, hmm? tell me, baby,”

shuri huffs, obviously upset she still can’t touch you, “wanna make you cum, i want your pussy in my mouth,” she says desperately and you giggle, “you want me to sit on your face?” and youre mostly joking to see her reaction and you do— shuri’s pupils nearly explode behind her hooded eyelids and you can see the breath that catches in her throat. she nods but you shake your head. you lick your lips and double down, “ask me, pretty girl, say it,”

she’s immediate, “please, sit on my face my love, smother me,” she gasps out and you have to keep your cool but shuri’s driving you crazy. you want to give in and completely fall over, drop your dominant facade and let her take control but instead you nod, trying to remain calm on the outside but your stomach is swirling and your positive your underwear have been ruined. you move to straddle her stomach, shuri watching you all the way with hungry eyes.

you rub yourself on her abdomen, her muscles flexing against your pussy, “you feel me love?” and she nods, watching you mesmerized, “be a good girl and don’t touch okay?” you ask once you lift your hips, leaving a damp post of slick on her abs and she nods, looking between your pussy and her own. you slide your own underwear off and shove them somewhere, your pussy hovering right above shuri’s face.

you lick your lips and hold steady on the head board, “tap twice if it gets too much okay, baby?” and shuri nods, she barely heard you and you chuckle once more before finally lowering down on her mouth.

shuri slurps you up quickly, her jaw working diligently and aggressively against you and the sudden contact makes you moan aloud and unashamed. you sigh through your nose once your feel her mouth on your clit, sucking and licking and it causes your hips to rise up, alleviating some of the pressure. shuri’s not having it apparently, and she uses her hands to lower you back down, grabbing desperately at your butt and using her strength to hold you there.

you gasp, eyes wet with tears and mouth drooling, “shuri— shuri, i said— haaa! i said no handsssss ugghffuckk,” but it’s useless, she’s holding you taught and you can’t help but rut your hips against her mouth, your juices flowing all the way down her chin and neck and you can hear yourself being worked on through her mouth. she holds you open with her experienced hands, working her index finger in your core and adding more pressure. you whine, hand squeezing the headboard and the other ripping up the sheets. your noises could be heard all throughout the castle.

your orgasm approaches fast, faster than you wanted and it makes you groan, hips grinding against her on their own accord as you chase your release. shuri must feel it too, she hums against your clit and the vibrations make you moan and gasp her name, “shuri, shuri ndisondele kakhulu,” you sigh and shuri pays you no mind, still working and flexing against you.

you sigh out, head lolled back, “i’m cumming, aahhgg fuck, fuck, shuri shuri i’m cumming—!” and you can’t hold it, you cum all over her mouth, squirting against her chin and your clit pulses between her lips. you feel lightheaded as you come down but shuri doesn’t stop, still sucking and preening on you and it makes you dizzy, soft squeals leaving your mouth and you can’t leave with her hands still around your thighs and you squeal, “p-peach!” and she hears that, letting go of your skin and you move away from her mouth, gasping and falling over on the other side of the bed, your chest heaving and you can hear shuri trying to collect her breath as well.

you let out shaking breaths and try to sit up and collect yourself, “i.. i said no touching, shuri,” you mumble out and you know you don’t sound nearly as tough as you want and you can see it in shuri’s face once she turns to you, she’s not taking you any more seriously than you are yourself. “i know. i’m sorry,” she whispers, lips still wet but you don’t believe her. once you’ve stopped spinning you sit up and look at her, “oh, you will be sorry my love. don’t cum for the rest of the night,” you let out harshly, stepping down from the bed and walking around it, wobbling only slightly.

shuri leans up and watches you, smiling slightly, “i can with hold an orgasms for weeks, my love, this isn’t much of a punishment,” she chuckles to herself and you’re not looking at her, only grabbing the toys you wanted from the closet. “oh i know dear, that’s why i’ll be using these tonight,” you say turning around and shuri can’t see what you’re holding from afar but she understands your tone. you can see a bit of her smile fade away and she leans down on her forearms. you walk over to her and lean over, laying out all the toys on the bed, “lie down and be still,” you instruct and shuri holds your gaze before following suit, leaning all the way back on the bed.

you take out the massage oil, so much still left from the last time you both used it. shuri had made this aphrodisiac-esque massage oil that you both had used maybe once; it was extremely effective, she had only used it on you and you had cum and squirted 7 times with one toy and her fingers alone. now you wanted to see if she could do the same. you dropped some on your hands and looked at her as you spread it around your fingers, “don’t cum, okay ikumkani wam? can you be good?”

shuri watches you with intense eyes and nods, but you shake your head back, “shuri, i need you to say it, you know that,” and she sighs, “yes i’ll be good,” and you nod, leaning down to kiss her head. your hands are oiled as much as you want and you dig through the bag again, pulling out two vibrators, showing shuri her options. “which one, love?” she looks between them, sighing, “the blue, please,”

you nod, handing it to her and straddling her and moving to her other side, cutting on the vibrator yourself, guiding her hand to love it on her clit. shuri huffs, eyes sliding shut and you giggle, lifting up and rubbing the oil on her chest, spreading the liquid all over her already sensitive nipples. her mouth hangs open and you can tell her nipples have already become damn near inflamed with ecstasy, her aphrodisiac working within seconds.

you coo, “oh you’re so pretty shuri,” you praise her, kissing her cheeks and she moans at the contact, “so pretty for me, huh, mami? am i making you feel good?” and shuri moans, nodding and you see her legs twitch, her hands stuttering and moving away from her clit but you lower them back down, shushing her whiny moans, “mhmm, i know my love, i know.. but you look so gorgeous like this,” you reemphasize, squeezing her nipples through your fingers and shuri’s back arches, “shit! oh my love, please, please, you’re being cruel—!” she whines out and you fake hurt, twisting at the skin more.

you lean down and slap right against her clit with your hand, right below the vibe and she jumps and moans. “watch. your fucking mouth, shuri,” you curse at her and she moans, eyes still tightly screwed shut and she whines, “i’m— i’m, im sorry please please, make me cum, i need it,” she moans out and you moan with her, moving away from her chest and pushing two of your fingers inside her, opening her legs up with the other hand, the contact making shuri buck against you and squeal.

shuri’s pussy instantly reacts to you, squeezing around you and accepting your fingers with ease, “such a filthy girl, taking my fingers so well,” you mock and shuri’s head is tilted back, hand shaking and thighs threatening to close but you hold them open, “keep your legs still, baby, be good,” you reemphasize and shuri whines, shaking her head slightly and you gape at her, “no? are you telling me no?” you ask, thrusting in her much harder, curling your fingers and pressing right against her g-spot.

shuri screams, “please! oh Bast, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, y/n, please let me cum—!” and you speak over her begging, “no. you haven’t earned it,” you hear her wet gasps, her pussy is starting to flex around you and you think she might cum anyway. shuri babbles more, mouth drooling, “please, please please, i’m so close, i’ll be good, i promise, my love, i promise!” and she sounds so pathetic, it makes your pussy pulse a bit, and you realize you hadn’t cum again and shuri was inches away.

you sigh and taking your fingers out of your wife, moving her hand holding the vibe from her clit and straddling her instead, rubbing her clit against yours and you both let out long, drawn out moans once the contact and friction start. shuri twists and watches you with wet eyes, you start rutting against her, your wet skin kissing hers.

you moan and pick up your thrusts to get to where she is, “when i cum,” you pant out and lean down to her mouth, “you can, too, okay?” and shuri nods, squeezing the sheets and being good and not touching you. you see her eyes close and her eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open and tits jumping with every one of your thrusts. you whine at the sight and you can’t help but feel selfish, “shuri, shuri, touch me, mami, touch me,” you moan out and she opens her eyes and nods, leaning up and capturing your mouth and you wrap your arms around her, she does the same and holds your hips steady playing with the skin there. you kiss her greedy and sloppy, like she’s your only life line.

your pussy fits perfectly into shuri’s, you’ve found. when you move together her clit perfectly shapes yours and to say it’s an addiction is an understatement. you feel your body ascend, damn near, as your orgasm slips against your skin and you can feel shuri bucking and moaning in your mouth, obviously so close herself. your clawing at her back when you finally release her mouth, “oh, shuri, i’m so close, i’m so—unnffff— cum with me, please cum with me baby,” and she nods, head in your shoulder and you can feel her shaking against you.

shuri squeals, “i’m— i’m cumming, can i? oh my love, please, please can i cum for you?” and it’s her last question that has you twisting and moaning, a loud squeal leaving your chest as you squirt against shuri’s pussy, and she moans in tandem, cumming right behind you and your both holding on to each other, thighs shaking and bodies still moving against the other.

you finish first, your head spinning while shuri follows suit, gripping at your hips and holding you close as you both come down. you whine, grabbing desperately at her coils and pulling her into a wet kiss, the both of you falling back onto the bed, limb entangled and pussies still wet and twitching. but you’re not quite satisfied, you wanted just one more thing.

you lean up first, kissing against her tired face and moving slightly. she huffs in disappointment, not wanting to let you go just yet. “shuri,” you call softly and she mumbles to acknowledge you, but you need her eyes, her full attention. you call her again and she opens her eyes, looking fucked out and exhausted. you exhale, “i wanna fuck you, okay? can i?” and shuri sighs, head falling back and she nods, before correcting herself, “yes, please fuck me love, i want to be good,” she whispers and you smile, leaning up to kiss her chin, rubbing up and down her sides, “you’ve been so good, darling, keep talking okay?” and she nods, letting you go once you begin to pull away from her.

you reach for the bag of toys you had left on the side of the bed and gather yourself to put on your strap. you’ve fucked shuri maybe about three or four times, it’s rare and it’s extremely vulnerable for shuri so you take your time with her and never pressure it out of her. you kiss at her hands once you’re all ready to go, grabbing some lube while you do so. you look her in the eyes, “you’ve been so good, my love, so cum as much as you want okay? uyizuzile,” you tell her sweetly and she smiles and nods, holding on to your hand and bringing it down to kiss it.

you adjust yourself against her, sliding the strap against the cum settling on her pussy and she shudders, her head falling back against the pillows and you smile, proud of yourself for taking care of shuri so well. you push forward once you’ve done enough teasing and shuri gasps, thighs twisting and her hands finding the sheets as you move inside her.

you slide in and out of her with ease, pressing on her abdomen and giving her the pressure on her cervix she’s addicted to. shuri groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her back arches and her hands rip at the sheets. you sigh and moan at the sight of her, talking her through it, “does it feel good, my love? tell me, please, let me hear you,”

she moans louder, assuming you found her g-spot once more and she nods, “yes, yes, oh— my love, uziva ulungile, so good,” she says back sweetly, bringing on hand to her chest and playing her nipples. you smile and swat her hand away, squeezing the skin there with your own fingers, and shuri takes it, moaning and biting at her lip.

but you know shuri, you know she needs more as soon as she starts to whine and move her hips more and more. you sigh and lean down, kissing her, holding one of her hands against the sheets, “you need more, my love?” and shuri nods, coils stuck to her forehead because of her sweat. you speak again, the rutting of the boxer against your clit making you moan against her mouth, “what do you need, sthandwa, tell me and i’ll give it to you, i promise,”

she whines back, “t-touch me, touch me here,” and she guides your hand to her clit and you sigh when she does, rubbing the bud in sweet, achingly slow circles. shuri groans, “h-harder, please my love, harder, i can take it,” and you feel your own hips stutter, her voice making your body jump and you sigh, nodding, “such a good girl telling me what you want,” and you lean back up, moving her thighs to thrust harder and deeper, keeping the hand on her clit in tandem with your thrusts.

shuri squeals, nodding and grabbing at the sheets again, “oh, my love, just like that! don’t stop please, please!” and your own eyes roll back at the sound of her, the black panther herself giving into you so easily. you speak, “look at you darling, taking me so well, aren’t you such a good girl?” and shuri whines, the pressure proving too much for her but she still talks back, “i’m— oh, fuck! i’m your good girl, y/n all yours, all for you, right there, please please please—!” and you nod, kissing at the skin on her legs and adding more pressure to her clit, her gasps making you smile.

you feel her pussy squeeze around you and her legs begin to close in on yours and you rub against them, teasing, “cumming already darling?” and she nods, eyes leaking and mouth huffing. you don’t let up though, “cum for me shuri, be my good girl and cum for me, let me see,” you whine against her and she shakes, listening to you wholeheartedly and yelling your name once more then cumming hard, her pussy practically shaking and squirting some. she moans, loud and long, twitching against you and you watch in genuine awe of her.

you slow your thrusts but keep your fingers working against her clit, until she sobbing and shaking, her hands against yours and silently asking you to stop. you pull out slowly, letting shuri calm down and see the thick ring of cum covering the base of the strap and smile. you sigh and catch your own breath before sliding out of the boxers and tending to shuri, coming to her side and kissing her everywhere you could softly, whispering praises, “such a good girl, shuri, did so good for me, mami, breathe, breathe,” and shuri whimpers as her mind calms down, sighing and holding onto you as closely as possible.

shuri takes a moment before she opens her eyes again and you look at her and smile, “hi, love,” and she laughs a bit, still breathless, “i can’t feel my legs,” and you laugh back, kissing her arms and then her face, “then i did well,” and shuri smiles, pulling you down for a real kiss, moving her lips deeply into yours and keeping you there.

you pull away first, mostly to check in, “are you okay though, my love? it wasn’t too much was it?” and shuri shakes her head, smiling, “it was excellent, darling you were great. and thank you, i… i think i really needed it,” she admits and you smile back at her, kissing her nose, “i know, pretty girl.”

the next morning, shuri’s struggling to keep her balance once she’s back in the lab. many of the scientists are worried about her, coming to her aid and offering stools for her to sit in and she always refuses, saying she’s fine and that she’s just pulled something.

when you walk in with okoye later that morning, shuri’s face gives it all away and no one offers her anymore aid that rest of the day. you giggle and okoye rolls her eyes, “when will you learn some decency for the rest of us poor souls?” and you laugh harder, shoving her a bit and shuri turns to her, “i don’t have to fix your suit i hope you know! i’m only being kind because i have to!”

and okoye is turning to leave, sighing out, “oh i know! don’t fix it, have aneka sweat in those things alone!” and shuri rolls her eyes. you walk up to her, hugging her side, smiling hard, “i can’t believe i have you walking funny, how the tables turn, huh?” and she gapes at you while you laugh, shoving you playfully and kissing you to quiet your boosting.

bottom shuri my beloved, i will keep you in my heart forever and always 💕💕💕💕 (also i wanted this to be longer but i’ll just have to make a different story entirely and that’s okay!)

and again special thank u to @inmyheadimobsessed for giving me this information that i will use forever! bottom!shuri truthers rise!!

and as always reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated !! thank u guys sm mwah mwah love!

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yoditopascal · 2 years ago

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Béet

Attuma x black chubby reader smut

summary: With the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda in full swing, training and tactical drills have become a common occurrence. You were one of Shuri’s best and brightest scientists, so why were you stuck on med bay duty and why was the Talokanil Shark General coming in so often? content warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, p in v, attuma himself is a warning, cussing, begging, no real plot just literal attuma brainrot, you need a big boy, thigh riding, fingering, no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, reader is afab, attuma being an ass, namora okoye and shuri make a cameo

The first time she saw him she was late.

Having missed her first few alarms she was late to work again for the 5th time in a row. Late nights of researching and assisting Shuri with recreating more of the heart shaped herb had finally caught up to her. The dinging of the elevator signaling that she had reached her floor had snapped her out of her thoughts and just as she stepped out onto the lab floor she had to stop herself from damn near walking straight into a huge blue mass. There on the lab floor stood Attuma, one of the generals from Talokan, the nation they had just formed a new alliance with. She had seen him in passing before, mainly when he and the other general Namor came down to run drills with Ayo and Okoye, but never this up close and personal.

God, he was kinda fine.

“Tu'ux le le general?”

He asked, his baritone voice rumbled from his chest as he gave her a once over. The scientist before him was a little thing coming up just under his shoulders but like him was by no means skinny.

She then remembered they didn’t speak the same language as everyone else did, she couldn’t understand him but the word general made it a little easier to figure out what he was there for, he probably had training again.

“Oh you looking for Ayo?”

“Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj” his voice came out a little raspier as he stalked closer if that was even possible, and looked down at her from under his lashes.

“Yeeeeah I don’t- I’ll just get Shuri for you” she started cheeks heating up as she felt boxed in. The man was intimidated and he definitely knew it. “I believe Attuma is asking for the General,” an overhead voice interrupted them, “Namora is already on the 14th-floor training with Ayo and Okoye. I’ve taken the liberty of letting them know he’s here.” The young scientist had never been more thankful for the A.I.’s presence.

“Thanks GRIOT.”

“It is my pleasure” Just as she was about to turn her attention back towards Attuma the dinging of the elevator caught her attention as she watched Okoye and Namora enter the lab, both women nodding to her as they entered.

“Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma” Namora scolded as she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at the man under her breathing mask.

Waving her off he walked past her into the elevator she just came from but not without giving the scientist one last once over.

That was the start of her week on med bay duty. Once she had finally gotten all clocked in and settled at her work station Shuri had stopped her before she could get too invested in what she had on her desk.

“I’m beginning to worry about you sister, it’s not like you to be late”

“I’m fine Princess-“

Shuri called her name giving her a stern look as she closed the scientist’s laptop forcing her to focus on her.

“I’m just tired is all” she said with a sigh rubbing her forehead trying to ease the beginnings of a headache she felt coming on.

“Maybe you should take a break”

“I can’t afford to take a break, besides you need all the help you can get with this Princess we’re so close to bringing it all back for good.” She pleaded and as Shuri shook her head at her.

“And we will bring it back but not with you at half capacity”

“Shuri-“

“I’m putting you on medical duty. The warriors have been getting roughed up more than usual lately because of the Talokanil soldiers and they could use your help.”

“Are you grounding me?”

“If I have to” “You’re taking a break one way or another.” Shuri chuckled as she pat her on her shoulder and sent her on her way right back out the door she came from.

Shuri wasn’t lying when she said the warriors were getting hurt a lot more than normal lately. Normally the Dora Milaje never had a reason to stop by the medical center on the other side of the building, they could take any and everything that was thrown at them but she suspected that ever since the two generals started sparring with them that it was a little bit more than they could handle, especially from Attuma the man was big damn near the size of M’Baku and she liked that about him.

With her back to the door, the young scientist typed away on her laptop, finishing up her notes from the other night, she didn’t hear the door to the office open until it slammed shut behind the intruder. Startled she jumped in her seat and turned to see Attuma standing furiously as blood seeped from his arm.

“Jesus you scared the shit outta me!”

He didn’t say anything as he stalked over towards her, his dark eyes glaring down at her clearly telling her he didn’t want to be there.

“What happened?” She questioned putting in a pair of gloves and getting out the cotton swabs and cleaning solutions, the cut wasn’t too bad, it was superficial at best, but with him coming and going from the ocean she didn’t want to risk it getting any kind of infection.

Not waiting for him to answer not that she thought he would she gathered her supplies and got to work patching him up.

“You don’t talk very much do you?”

Again he said nothing.

With a sigh, she wrapped up his arm in a waterproof bandage and sent him on his way.

That was just the start of their little meet-ups. Every few days for the last few weeks Attumaor some of his men would come in with a new injury on either his face, his arms or his torso, each one just as bad as the last, courtesy of either Namora or Okoye and each time he visited was just as awkward as the last.

“So what’s the weather like in Talokan?”

“Are you guys only blue on the surface or do you stay blue underwater?”

“Yo, you have gils?! How do they work? “Are they sensitive? Is this kinda like a The Deep kinda situation?”

She tried desperately to make conversation each time she saw the man but each time he just glared at her and went on his way.

By the 5th visit she had resorted to just straight up being an ass to him, she could tell it irritated him but that was usually the only way she could get any kind of conversation out of him.

“Bet Okoye did that to you huh?” She questioned pressing an antibiotic-soaked cotton ball to the cut on his cheek

“She told me she kicked your ass the last time.”

Oh fuck he probably doesn’t understand me she thought as she tried to make conversation. Now that she thought about it she doesn’t know why but she never considered whether he could actually understand her or not, that was probably why he never really answered her.

“Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le!” He growled back with a hiss startling her as the cotton ball in her had pressed to his cut a little harder than she meant, GRIOT translated for her.

“Oh, so he speaks!” She chuckled more to herself. “And you can understand me” She stood going to throw away her gloves, judging by how he had come back without so much as a scratch from his last visit she figured he’d heal by the end of the night and wouldn’t need any bandaging “You just like being stubborn.”

Again he said nothing as he stared her down but this time not with a glare but with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“We’ll congratulations you’ll live,” she said with a smirk. Once more Attuma looked her up and down, his expression unreadable before he turned on his heel and left.

The third time he came in it was different.

When he stormed into the med bay like he normally did she noticed almost immediately his wound was a lot more serious this time as blood was pouring from the cut on his neck pooling under his bone gorget. The young scientist jumped from her seat rushing to get her equipment stumbling as she moved about.

“What happened?!”

There was no time for their normal banter as she tried to figure out how to get him to remove his collar. Reaching out to touch the shark teeth that adorn it she’s stopped in her tracks as he aggressively grabs her wrist, tightly holding it in place.

“I need to treat your wound Attuma,” she reasoned snatching her arm back “it looks bad.”

“Yéetel utsil” he huffed as GRIOT translated going to push past her to grab the bandages “Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi'”

“Look I know you’re used to throwin’ your weight around and getting what you want but I’m not about that shit ok?” She snapped back pushing him back so that he was leaning against the exam table. She knew he had let her but she liked to think she pushed him purely with her own strength. “You’re gonna sit here and let me clean you up.”

“Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in” he snapped going to brush past her but as he reached for the door he felt her grab his forearm and stopped, turning to look back at her.

“Béet” she pleaded.

“Ba'ax” What? GRIOT translated

“ B-béet that’s how you say please right? I know you know what I’m saying so please just listen for once.”

“Multa.” he sighs through his nose going back to the examination table but sitting himself in her chair in front of it instead, if he was going to let her do this he definitely was going to give her an easy time.

“Are you going to tell me how this happened?” beginning to clean his wound out with a swab she thought she’d make small talk but Atuuma obviously had no intentions, examining his neck further she realized he was just another scrap like he always had but the blood pooling out of it had scared her, a lot more than she’d like to admit.

“We going back to the silent treatment again?” again he did nothing but stare as she worked on him from between his legs leaning over him continued to clean the now-closing injury.

With a sigh, she began to pull away when a hand on her arm stopped her "Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken?" GRIOT translated for him. His grip was firm but still somewhat soft. “It's my job to help you,” she said pulling away and looking into his eyes, there was that same unreadable look in them again. With a slight roll of the eyes. He released his grip. "Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen." His voice lowered with a bit of annoyance as the A>I> continued to translate for the pair. ”Like I said I know you're Mr. Big and Bad down on the battlefield but you don’t gotta be tough shit here, let somebody take care of you for once.” she said putting a hand to his cheek. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into her eyes. His annoyance left as his hand moved onto hers.

Attuma’s eyes briefly flickered up to her lips before going back up meeting her dark eyes again pupils blown wide. He reached up to brush her cheeks with his fingers, thumb tracing over her bottom lip before he leans his masked lips down to hers, trying to kiss her through the material heavy and needy, the force almost knocking her onto her back as she began to kiss him back.

Giving her chest a gentle squeeze his hand slid downward palming at her chest through her shirt drawing out a low moan as his other hand gripped at her thighs and hips practically dragging her into his lap as he worked her pants off.

“Beetej.” he breathed her in as he began to rock her clothed cunt against his knee soaking it in the process.

She moves her hips even quicker, rocking on his thigh, the inside of her own thighs soaked. “Fuck.” She moans, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck to hold him impossibly closer. Eyes closed she could practically feel Attuma staring up at her, his hands roaming her back and chest before coming to rest on her stuttering hips.

Gripping her hips hard he takes over, making her ride his thigh, basking in the soft sounds he was pulling from her. He can feel her cunt clenching against him through her underwear, can feel the wetness pooling on his bare thigh, and he fucking loved it.

“Beetej,” he groaned throwing his head back “Je'el u páajtal a take'”

Slowly, he presses his knee up higher as she grinds down on him adding even more friction. Her eyes fall close and her mouth drops open in a breathy moan as she tries to grip his broad shoulders, hands too small to fully encompass them. She’s unable to kiss him on his lips due to his mask but she still leans forward to press her forehead to his as he continued to work her open.

“Attuma.” She hissed, grasping at his hands as he increased his speed.

“B-bèet…”

“A'al ka'a.” he panted not relenting in his pace as he dragged her down even harder.

“Bèet- fuck please just don’t stop!” Hips bucking wildly she came with a hoarse cry, shaking and riding him as he still rocked her over his thigh.

“Please…” she continued to beg, beginning to feel the twinges of overstimulation. “Please…”

With a loud growl, he ripped her from his thigh and turned her around pressing her chest to the cold steel table below them. The temperature a sharp contrast to her hot skin, as she feels him begins to undress them both.

“Táak in wu'uyikech,” his dark gaze trailed down her back as he tugged her underwear down and tossed them to the side along with her top and bra. His fingers grazed over her clit softly before sinking in curling and scissor around in her spongey walls while his thumb worked at her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Having already been on the end it didn’t take long for her to come again around his finger. Looking back at him as she spasmed on the table she saw hi cock looking painfully hard and dark as it strained against his lower abdomen, leaking at the tip, and looking bigger than she’d imagined

“Jach jodidamente mojado,”Attuma’s voice was rough as he watched her come unraveled beneath him, her arms struggling to hold herself up at she twitched around him uncontrollably on the table.

“A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in” he said slowly easing his cock into her as he pulled her up and turned her to be on top of him as he set himself back down into her desk chair almost not fitting as he spread his legs.

She cursed, burying her face in the crook of his neck again, her hands roaming his chest and shark tooth scarring on his tummy. She mouthed at his neck kissing at his gils under his apparatus as he began to thrust up into her, already setting a rough pace. They both moaned in unison as she started to bounce, her legs trembling as he split her open on his lap.

“Attuma fuck!”

“Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam,”he sighed, Attuma’s voice was hushed as he watched her reaching her peak and tried to kiss her softly through his mask.She felt his hips begin to stutter and began to plead once more.

“Please, I need to feel you”

A strangled sound left Attuma’s mouth, as he roughly slammed up into her hard one final time the loud squelching music to his ears as she continued to bounce softly in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissolve into a desperate frenzy, moaning huskily as he filled her with his thick hot cum.

As they both came down from their highs she stayed in his lap gently rocking until she came to a full stop. Cum immediately started to seep from between them but before she could stand up to clean up, not that she thought she could at that moment, a blue hand came into her line of vision and pulled her face to his as he kissed her lazily for a moment before pulling away.

It’s then that she noticed that in the heat of it all, he ripped his mask away, drenching them both in seawater and sweat.

“Bèet ìfè mi, again,” she said her voice barely above a whisper as he leaned down to kiss her once more lifting her up to set her back on the examination table.

Translations: Tu'ux le le general? -Where is the general? Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj -Whoever’s in charge now I don’t care Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma -You’re late Attuma Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le! -She wishes she kicked my ass! Yéetel utsil -It’ll be fine Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi' -Just wrap it and send me on my way I’m in no mood for you Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in -you want me to listen than make me Béet -Please Ba'ax -What? Multa -Fine Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken -Why are you so willing to help me? Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen -there's something you're not telling me Beetej -Keep going Je'el u páajtal a take' -you can take it A'al ka'a. -Say it again Táak in wu'uyikech -I want to hear you Jach jodidamente mojado -So fucking wet A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in -Tell me if it hurts Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam -You’re so fucking beautiful ìfè mi -my love (in Yoruba)

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mal-urameshi · 1 year ago

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may i request a fic where shuri and riri have the house to themselves or they spend the weekend together? and can there be smut maybee

It's My Bday!!! So I decided to gift you guys with a story. 🥰

Anon, I kinda focused too much on the smut aspect, and for that I apologize in advance. I'm rusty guys, so bear with me.

Shoutout to @neptoons1998 in the DMs. We had a blast brainstorming a bunch of ideas.

Warning: 18+

Riri had her back against the wall, mindlessly wiggling her toes as Shuri’s own smile played on her face while she scribbled something on a piece of paper. The two of them were cuddled up on the bed before this. But Riri’s mind was other places as ‘Tokyo Godfathers’ played in the background. Shuri was completely engrossed in the narrative, absolutely oblivious to Riri’s growing unease. Or restlessness, what have you.

Shuri shifted, pulling Riri closer with her movements.

Riri inaudibly swallowed as her mind continued to wander. They had made things official a few months ago. They’re Girlfriend and Girlfriend. But besides kissing and cuddling, they never went further than that. And Shuri never initiates anything. However, she didn’t either.

She knew it was because they were both too chicken to say and do anything. Riri took a staggering deep breath and sharply exhaled.

“Are you okay?” Shuri questioned after breaking her concentration from the movie.

“Um...yea.” Riri gazed into Shuri’s eyes before dropping them to her lips and gazing into her eyes again.

“Are you sure?” Shuri turned on her side, “Are you bored?”

“No. The movie’s really heartfelt.” Riri shrugged while idly rubbing the basotho blanket between her fingers. She cast her gaze over to the movie before locking eyes with Shuri again, “I kinda wanna play a game.”

Shuri paused the movie, “What kind of game?”

Riri felt her palms start to sweat. She was too scared to say it out loud. But she didn’t want to backtrack. Her eyes traveled about the room and saw two notebooks. She got off the bed and retrieved them before digging around Shuri’s desk to get a couple of rubber bands and pens. She then held up the materials.

“We write messages to each other on the paper and flick them across the room with the rubber bands.”

Shuri raised a delicate eyebrow.

“It’ll be fun! We can write stuff we’re too chicken to say to each other.” She gave Shuri a pile of rubber bands and a notebook along with a pen before she sat down on the floor on the other side of the room.

“I’ll go first.” Riri scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it over the rubber band and then shot the note across the room right into Shuri’s lap.

“Damn! My aim is good!”

Shuri opened up the paper and laughed at its contents, “You broke three of my prototypes? Which ones?”

Riri grinned and shrugged, “I fixed them before you would have noticed. Thank Bast I work well under pressure.”

Shuri shook her head and picked up her own book. She tapped the pen on her chin as she scrunched her nose in thought. She gave a small ‘aha’ before she scribbled her own message and shot it over to Riri.

Riri opened up her note and clapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laughs, “You sniffed me when I slept?”

Shuri stretched her legs and chuckled, “Not my proudest moments. But you were always right there when we were younger. You always smelled like that bubblegum bubble bath Okoye brought back for you.”

Riri scribbled another message and shot it at Shuri. She couldn’t be too blatant. She had to ease into the topic.

So that’s how it went for the past five minutes. Sharing notes and giggles in the otherwise silent room.

Shuri finally shot her message across the room. Riri opened it and ‘I Love You’ was written in block letters with hearts, X’s and O’s shaded around the phrase. Riri gazed across the room to see Shuri holding up a heart with her hands.

Riri grinned while forming her own heart, “I love you, too.”

She dropped her head to the blank page and fisted palms. ‘Don’t be a pussy, Riri.’

Riri tightened her grip on her pen and curled her toes as she carefully phrased her question on the sheet of paper. Carefully, she tore out the page, neatly folded it more times than she could count before closing her eyes and shooting it across the room.

Shuri caught it and Riri pulled her knees up to her chest; worried, nervous, yet intrigued about the other girl’s reaction.

Shuri excitedly opened up the note but her grin faltered when she read the words scribbled on the page.

“Have you ever thought about having sex?”

She felt her heart stutter as she looked over at Riri who was looking nervous. Shuri’s mouth felt dry. She licked her lips and looked at the note again.

She’d be a heathenous liar if she wrote ‘No’. Because she thought about having sex with Riri more times than she could count. Before they got together. Hell, she wanted to go all the way with her the moment they agreed to be girlfriends. She’d been thinking about that moment forever. Even her dreams starred Riri more than she’d dare to admit.

When would it happen? What would be the appropriate time to initiate? Would Riri be ready? Was she ready?

Shuri picked up her pen and scribbled on the paper.

Riri’s stomach was in knots. Shuri was awfully quiet over there and she hadn’t said anything. She did that thing where she went into deep thought and her face was unreadable. She curled and uncurled her toes as Shuri scripted her reply before shooting it across to her.

Riri wasted no time unraveling the paper and drinking in the words.

“Yes, I have. Do you want to have sex?”

She looked up at Shuri who gave her her undivided attention.

Riri interlaced her fingers together and nodded before standing up. Suddenly, she felt extremely self-conscious as she walked over to Shuri.

Shuri swung her legs off the side of the bed as Riri closed the distance between them. Her heart thundered against her chest, following Riri’s every movement.

They were going to do it right now? Oh, Bast. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Riri naked before. Shuri’s eyes raked over her form. But being able to do something about her urges had her heating up. Shuri pressed her legs together. Bast. Bast. Bast!

Riri walked directly in front of Shuri, and as she’d heard in Christianity, she parted her legs as Moses did the Red Sea.

The shorter girl closed the distance between them. The kiss started off innocent at first, until Riri lightly nipped on Shuri’s bottom lip. One of Shuri’s palms cupped Riri’s cheek as she eased herself backward, onto the bed, all while their tongues slid debaucherously against each other.

Okay, okay. This wasn’t too different from all the other times they kissed. She shouldn’t be feeling so lightheaded right now. Riri’s trembling hands found purchase on the blankets regardless, afraid her elbows would buckle under the pressure of her nerves

Shuri’s free hand didn’t know what to do with itself; it rubbed against her waist, before playing with the waistband of Riri’s shorts and finally cupping the swell of Riri’s ass, giving it a light squeeze. She could die and cross over to the Ancestral plane right now.

Riri moaned into Shuri’s mouth at the sensation and Bast, if Shuri’s eyes weren’t closed they would have rolled into the back of her head.

Riri broke the kiss to catch her breath but Shuri lifted her head to chase after her lips while trying to tug down her shorts, but to no avail.

The closest Shuri got to was her neck, but it would do. She licked against the pulse point of Riri’s neck which had her leaning into her touch and grinding against her. Shuri groaned in appreciation and mirrored Riri’s actions.

“Mm. Shuri…” Riri whined and panted into her ear. Her breath fanned against the shell of Shuri’s ear which had a shiver reverberating up her spine.

Shuri’s own breath escaped her lungs faster than she could replace it, causing her to become somewhat lightheaded.

This is the first time she’s ever heard Riri make those sounds. And she wanted to know what others she could make. Bast have mercy.

But lightheaded or not, Shuri was unable to resist the urge to slip her fingers into Riri’s shorts. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she was going to learn today. She slid her panties to the side and-

Riri’s beads pinged, causing both girls to halt their activities.

“Are you going to get that?” Shuri asked, not being able to hide the frustration in her voice.

Riri sat up straight, “Yea.” She cleared her throat a few times to get it back to normal.

Shuri’s gaze fell to Riri’s chest. She was basically eye level with it. How could she not? Her nipples had pebbled through the material of her shirt. Shuri looked up at Riri who was speaking into her beads. Her pupils were still blown wide from their new development and Shuri couldn’t help herself from rubbing her palms against Riri’s exposed midriff.

Riri shivered and voice hitched before she swatted away Shuri’s hand, “No, Mama. I’m fine. There was a bug on me.” Riri shot her a glare.

Shuri gave a shrug. She couldn’t blame her for being handsy. Their moment was unjustly interrupted. Her groin ached in protest.

Riri shifted above her and she was now very much conscious of the wet spot in Riri’s shorts. She curiously thumbed the area, completely forgetting about the conversation that was going on above her.

Riri staggered at the stimulation, causing her to lose her equilibrium. A hand braced itself against Shuri’s chest, fisting her shirt for purchase.

“Okay, Ma. See you in a bit.” Riri hung up the call.

Shuri fell back onto her back with her arms spread out, the heat of the moment being permanently extinguished.

“Are you leaving now?” She turned her head to the side to look at Riri.

Riri sighed and nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. She got off of Shuri and stood up on semi-wobbly legs.

Shuri sat up and walked behind Riri as she gathered her things, “Do you want new pants?”

“Yea, I’ll get one out your closet.” She already made her way over.

Shuri sighed as she heard Riri rummage through her things. They were so close. She bit her lip as her mind replayed what went down barely two minutes ago. Happy and frustrated at the same time. She wanted to do more. She was operating purely on instinct but she was partially happy things ended. What if she wasn’t good enough?

Riri reappeared, causing Shuri to grin. She walked over, gathered Riri into her arms and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Riri folded her arms after they broke apart, looking contemplative for a moment, “Mama’s going on a mission for a few days, so I was wondering if you’d wanna come over for the weekend?”

“Yes! Yes! I’d love to stay over the weekend.” Shuri couldn’t help but pull Riri in for another hug.

Riri blew out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Shuri walked Riri out to the entrance, “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”

Riri shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck, “I’m good. Besides, I have to cool down before I get back home and you’re still making me titillated.” She snickered, not being able to help the joke.

Shuri doubled over with laughter, “I’m flattered that I make you titillated. Call me when you get home, okay?”

Riri nodded, pressed one last kiss to her girlfriend’s lips before walking home.

Once Riri was out of view, Shuri ran back to her room and started stripping herself of her pants, “Griot! Initiate ‘Do Not Disturb’ sequence for my room.”

“At once, Princess.”

When Riri got home, she wasted no time giving herself a cold shower after announcing to her mother that she was home.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We were so close!” She allowed the water to drench the crown of her head to douse her desires, if but only for a moment..

The next day, Riri found herself at her Aunts’ home. Aneka and Ayo were the best people she could come to for all of her questions and queries. They were basically her second Umamas. They always made their home a safe space for her throughout her lifetime and she was comfortable to ask them about just about anything. So she didn’t have any second thoughts as she waited for an answer at their doorstep.

Ayo opened the door and welcomed her niece with a warm smile and hug.

“How are you, Riri?”

Riri smiled, “I’m good Aunty Ayo. I came here for some advice.”

Ayo nodded, “Of course.” She guided Riri to the back porch and got refreshments for the both of them.

Riri immediately drunk down half the glass which had Ayo looking at her with intrigue.

Riri wiped her mouth and dug into her backpack for a pen and notepad. Writing always helped her make sense of her thoughts.

“I need some advice. And I thought there’s nobody better to help me out but you.”

“Whatever it is you need, I‘m here for you, Riri.” Ayo encouraged gently.

Riri bounced her knee and took a deep breath, “I’m planning on having sex with my girlfriend but I want some pointers. We got close but weren’t able to go all the way. But I’m glad we ended up stopping because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Ayo slowly nodded her head, not expecting the nature of the question, but willing to help nonetheless. One look at Riri and she knew this was eating her up inside.

“Okay, Riri. First thing’s first is that you have to go at your own pace. Make sure that you’re comfortable around each other. Take your time with one another. Have the both of you done anything sexual in nature at all?”

Riri shook her head, “Nah. The craziest thing we ever did was slap each other’s ass. Other than that we just hold each other and cuddle and kiss.”

Ayo smiled, “Okay, that’s good. You’re familiar with nonsexual intimacy. And from what you tell me you both are comfortable.”

“Yea, but my stomach is in knots. Thinking about the actual sex has me nervous. My heart feels like it’s racing out my chest. What if I do something embarrassing? Or I make a fool of myself? I’ve never done this before. Ugh! What if she doesn’t like it, Aunty? And she breaks up with me because of it.”

Ayo leaned over and gently rubbed Riri’s knee, “Relax, Riri. Shuri doesn’t have any experience either, right?”

Riri hunched over and held her chin in her palm, “She better not. We’re each other’s first relationship.”

“Okay, that’s good! You can learn your likes and dislikes together. I just want you to know that what you see in Pornography isn’t real. All those fake moans and tricks for the camera isn’t how it is supposed to be. And it isn’t a race. You have all the time in the world to take care of each other. And don’t be afraid to communicate.”

“Communicate? Like during sex?” Riri leaned closer.

Ayo nodded, “Yes. Like telling her that you like what she’s doing, or if there’s something she can do better or in a particular way that you would like if you were to do it solo.”

Riri covered her face, “Ugh! Isn’t that going to be like, embarrassing? What if my voice cracks or I sound weird? Or I ruin the mood.”

Ayo chucked, “You won’t be thinking that when in the moment. Besides, don’t you trust Shuri?”

Riri hugged her arms together, “Yea, I do.”

“She won’t make fun of you or anything. And neither of you are going to be professionals from the get-go.” Ayo crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, “And I’m not saying things aren’t going to be awkward, it is your first time after all. You both are going to fumble and make mistakes, but it’s all about taking your time and learning each other.”

Riri nodded, “Okay. I gotchu, Aunty.”

“Be experimental with your touches, take note of how she reacts, the sounds she makes and you can take those as cues. Don’t be rough at first. Don’t put too much pressure on anything unless she’s vocal about it. The same applies for you.”

Riri took breaks between taking her notes, but she paused when a particular question came to mind, “Um, what- what about teeth and stuff?”

Ayo thoughtfully stroked her nose, “Hm. It depends on how she reacts to it. Don’t go biting like she’s your last meal or anything like that. But light nips here and there. Again, communication and also reading your partner comes into play. If she reacts well, continue what you’re doing. If she doesn’t like what you’re doing, she’ll say something.”

Riri quickly scribbled that down, “Teeth but not too…crazy. Okay!”

Ayo couldn’t help but find it amusing that Riri is taking this lesson so seriously, but she didn’t fault her. She was happy she could offer guidance to her very lost and eager niece.

“Any pointers on foreplay?” Riri idly tapped her pen on her notepad.

“Foreplay?!” Aneka appeared in the doorway which made Riri jump, “What’s going on here?” She walked closer to the duo and put her hand on her hips while looking between wife and niece.

Ayo looked up at her love, “Riri wanted help on how to make love to her girlfriend.”

Aneka gasped as her eyes shone with stars, ”You’re already at that age!”

She carelessly dropped herself into Ayo’s lap which caused her wife to sit up straighter and wrap her arms around her waist to prevent her from falling off.

“Ayo! Why didn’t you call me? I have lots of sage advice for Riri.” Aneka threw her arm around Ayo’s neck and hugged her close, “Get your notepad ready.” She flapped her wrist excitedly at the pen and paper in Riri’s hands.

Ayo smiled and pressed her cheek against her wife’s chest. Here we go.

“Don’t be scared to use your tongue. You can’t go wrong with your tongue. But not like a slobbery dog either, Riri. You have to finesse it. Like you’re flicking the most delicate of ice cream cones. Really savoring it.” Aneka closed her eyes and stuck the tip of her tongue out while gently flicking it at the air.

“You are being too raunchy, my love.” Ayo lightly chided.

Aneka sucked her teeth, “How else is she supposed to learn, Ayo? She’s a visual learner.”

Aneka turned her focus on Riri again, “Don’t go too fast. I know how teenagers get. Remember how we were the first few times Ayo? She was so shy, Riri! Almost too scared to touch me like I was going to break.”

Ayo lightly patted Aneka’s leg while looking up at her, “She doesn’t need to know all of that, my sweet.”

Riri gripped her pen, wondering if she should write that down or not.

“Okay, okay!” Aneka waved her arms around, “Back to business. Make sure you take your time. You kiss, really get in the moment. Fondling is great for everyone. Don’t be afraid to touch her.”

“Remember I mentioned the tongue? Don’t be shy. And that foreplay you mentioned? Go crazy with the kissing. Really explore her body. Worship every inch of her skin. Be sensual. But don’t get too carried away. You get lost in the sensations, you start moving too fast and you accidentally tear something. Especially if the both of you aren’t wet enough.”

Riri stopped her scribbling and shot her head up, looking completely spooked, “Tear?!”

Aneka cackled while Ayo kept a firm grip on her love so she wouldn’t fall, “Don’t mind her Riri, nothing will tear because you’re going to do things at your own pace.”

Anea wiped her eyes, “You looked so scared. I was joking. But make sure you’re both wet enough. Which I’m sure wouldn’t be a problem the way teenagers are so hot in their pants these days. But if you aren’t wet enough, don’t be scared to suck on your fingers before you start exploring. Oh, right! Make sure your fingernails are short and clean!”

As raunchy as her Aunt was being, Riri appreciated the details as she jotted down the points. She then looked at her hands. She’ll file down her nails when she gets home. They weren’t super long, but she’d hate to accidentally scratch Shuri in there.

“How would I know if I’m making her feel real good?”

“It’s all about response. If she’s pulling you close, sounds like she’s breathless, and she’s restless, not knowing what to do with herself, just squirming and borderline whining like a cat in hea-”

“She has the idea, Aneka.” Ayo cleared her throat as Aneka was coming a bit too close to home.

Aneka’s smile was cheshire as she gazed down at Ayo who held her gaze, “And eye contact is key, Riri.” She pressed her forehead to Ayo’s before pressing a kiss to her lips. She then turned her attention to Riri again.

“You may be shy and self-conscious at first, but being able to look into her eyes, as you trust each other to be there for one another in one of your most vulnerable moments. It’s an absolutely amazing feeling. It makes the experience more intense, intimate as all your walls come tumbling down.”

Aneka released a whimsical sigh as she allowed her body to melt against Ayo, who hugged her body closer to hers.

Riri’s chest bloomed with warmth as her Aunts’ display of affection. They were goals, for real. Her eyes dropped down to her notes and she did a quick flip through a sequence of pages. She had enough material to work with, she thought. Coming over was an absolutely fruitful venture.

Shuri was by her lonesome in her personal lab. She was running some calculations, yet more often than not, she found herself unable to concentrate. Her mind refused to stay in the present moment, whether it was reliving what happened yesterday with Riri or what has yet to come when she goes to her house for the weekend.

She decided not to fight it anymore. She had to do her research.

“Griot! Pull up what the Americans call ‘The Bird App.’”

“Task initiation commencing.” It took all of two seconds for a holographic screen to pop up with the platform’s signature blue and white color scheme.

“Pull up an archive of all profiles that feature lesbian content. X rated in nature.”

“One moment, Princess.”

Griot pulled up all relevant profiles but Shuri made a face of displeasure, “Black lesbian content, Griot. Bast. Do I have to debug you?”

“My apologies, Princess.” The AI filtered all the content that best suited Shuri’s needs.

“Hmm.” She cupped her chin between her thumb and index as she clicked on a profile and scrolled through the media tab., “I have to start somewhere.”

Half an hour later, Shuri found herself with several holographic tabs open, a video playing in the background of a stud strapping her girlfriend, their moans echoing throughout the lab.

She scrolled through one of the pages she was on, staring at several different designs, makes, sizes, colors, shapes, you name it.

“Bast, this is more difficult than I thought. Should Riri be with me to decide this?” She scrolled down some more when her eyes bulged in horror at one image where the dildo had veins as thick as her wrist, ”Oh my Bast! Are people in their right minds? How is that to fit into someone?”

Shuri pulled up one of the saved images of a phallic that was simpler in design and of decent length as a starter for them both, “This will do.”

She walked over to her 3D printer and got to work.

“Princess, I must inform-”

“Not now, Griot.” She toggled with the design a bit of a holographic field before she sent it off to be printed. It needed a harness as well.

“But Princess-”

“I’m busy!” She hit print once she was satisfied with the specs of the dildo.

“Shuri?” Her mother called.

“Mother?!” She squeaked out before tapping on her kimoyo beads which killed all of her research that was up.

Ramonda finally appeared in Shuri’s line of sight.

“Mother! What are you doing here?!” Shuri cleared her throat to erase any guilty tones in her voice.

Ramonda clasped her hands together, “Even though this is your lab, it is still a part of my home. Am I not allowed entry?”

Shuri quickly shook her head and gave a frightened glance at the printer that was carefully constructing the dildo.

“Yes, yes. You’re never denied entry.”

Ramonda walked closer to her daughter, “Are you alright? What was that sound just now?”

“What sound?” Shuri shrugged, she internally cringed at her stiffness.

Ramond looked up in thought, “I can’t quite place it. Was somebody hurt? It sounded like moans of agony.”

Shuri smacked her head, “Oh yes. I was watching a video of someone in pain. There were interviews of civilians after the fallout from Avenger level threats. I was listening to them, but..it just began to be too much so I had to cut it off. All those people, whimpering…in pain.”

“Oh, Shuri. Be mindful of how much of that you consume. It may get you depressed.” Ramonda’s eyes wandered and noticed the active printer, “What are you making?”

“Just a part for an experiment. Nothing to talk about! It’s very mundane. For my own leisure, really.”

“Really? What is it about?” Ramonda’s intrigue had been sparked and began walking towards it.

“No! No! Mother, I’m very self-conscious about it!” Shuri put herself between the printer and Ramonda.

“But you’re always excited to show me your projects.”

Shuri viciously shook her head, “Well this one is extremely personal Mother, and I don’t want anybody to see it.”

Ramonda could take a hint and didn’t press the issue further, “All right. I was just checking in. Don’t stay in the lab too long now.”

Shuri gave a smile and nodded, “I won’t, Mother.”

Ramonda exited the lab and Shuri completely deflated, “Oh thank Bast! Griot! Why didn’t you tell me my mother was in the lab?!”

“I tried to alert you, Princess, yet you did not heed my attempts.” The Ai quipped.

Shuri found herself walking over to the finished product and a grin slipped its way onto her features as she raised the phallic up.

“Success! All I need is the harness.”

Shuri ordered Griot to pull up all previously closed pages and sat down in her chair as she clicked on her favorite profile. She admired this one the most because unlike some of the others she’d happened upon.

This couple wasn’t just having sex. The way their bodies moved in tune to a rhythm known and natural only to them. They weren’t performing for the camera. They were lost in their own world that was reflected in each other’s eyes. It was just them. In a tangle of limbs that was the perfect personification of ‘The Lovers’ Embrace’. Appreciating one another in a duet of sensuality.

They were making love.

Riri didn’t know what to do with herself. Her mother left for her mission. The house was all hers. She was home alone. Not for long, though. Riri paced and fiddled with her hands. She took several deep breaths to ease her roaring heart.

Riri didn’t know why she was doing this to herself. Psyching herself out for no reason. It was Shuri. She walked into her bedroom for the thousandth time that evening, scanning the area to make sure nothing was amiss. She made sure her room was clean and the bed was made up, which was probably stupid because Shuri has seen it at its worst over the years. Regardless, she wanted things to be perfect.

The mattress bounced as Riri face-planted into her pillows and let out a scream. She then rolled over, stared at the sealing and licked her lips, “Okay, I’m good.”

Shuri folded the last of her clothes and placed them on the bed. Her gaze slid over to the satin drawstring bag resting on her sheets. She idled her jaw, contemplating if she should bring it. They had the whole weekend to determine if they’d be willing to use it or not. She burned a hole into the bag. Thinking of the contents it holds.

Shuri exhaled in displeasure, “I decided to make the stupid thing! Why am I second-guessing now?!”

Shuri fiddled with a few of her loose braids. “I should not be intimidated. It is going to be an exciting experience. It is supposed to be an…exhilarating exchange.”

Her eyes fell shut and images of Riri’s naked brown skin played in her mind’s eye.

Knock Knock.

“Princess? Are you ready?” One of the Doras who were tasked with escorting her to Riri’s residence called.

“One moment!” Shuri shoved her clothes into her backpack. She then glanced at the drawstring bag and threw it into her bag as well before rushing out the door.

Shuri gripped the straps of her backpack, trying to quiet her nerves on her trek over to Riri’s residence. She looked at both Dora’s on either side of her before speaking, “I don’t want the both of you too close to the house.”

The Dora to her right responded, “Princess, we are to keep a reasonable distance at all times.”

The Dora to Shuri’s left nodded once in agreement.

“I don’t plan on leaving the house so you can keep your distance. That’s an order.” She pointed at both of them. The last thing she wanted was the Dora’s being too close, hearing something they shouldn’t and embarrassment ensuing for all parties involved.

“Yes, Princess.” Both Doras responded.

Once in front of Riri’s home, the Doras saluted Shuri before making themself scarce. Not perceived, yet still around.

The door flew open before Shuri could knock. She looked down and smiled at Riri, “Hi.”

“Hey.” Riri smiled back.

The two of them stood there for several moments before Riri caught herself and opened the door wider, “Come inside.”

Shuri walked into the all too familiar abode and straight in the direction of Riri’s bedroom.

“Does she want to do it now?” Shuri found herself wondering as she settled her things.

“Does she want to do it now?” Riri questioned herself. Her palms were starting to feel sweaty as she softly shut the door behind her.

Shuri sat on the bed and looked at Riri. She supposed that was the signal?

Riri noted Shuri looking at her expectantly. Okay, she was signaling that she definitely was ready to get down. SHe started walking over.

Shuri kicked off her shoes, a little too eagerly which caused Riri to laugh.

Shuri paused, “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You’re just super excited.” She held a hand on her hip with a teasing smirk.

Shuri rolled her eyes with her own smile, “You basically trapped me in the room, locked the door and stared at me like I’m your prey. I was just getting ready for you to pounce.”

Their laughter permeated the air, causing a great amount of tension to evaporate from their beings.

Riri joined Shuri on the bed, peppering her lips with kisses. Shuri smiled through the affection and returned it in full.

They found themselves a tangle of limbs on the bed before Riri managed to roll on top of Shuri.

Riri’s hands found themselves beneath Shuri’s shirt and gently caressed the expanse of her stomach, “C’mon Princess, let me help you get this off.”

Shuri’s skin felt as though it had been set ablaze beneath Riri’s touch. Her face fared no better as she found herself flustered. That nickname she used from time to time tended to do that to her. Princess was her title, yes. But when Riri called her that, it was used as a pet name. A term of endearment.

Her stomach spasmed as Riri’s gentle touch played whispered unrecognizable shapes there. Carefully, Riri helped Shuri out of her shirt, followed by her pants and underwear.

Riri took a moment to admire her girlfriend, “You’re gorgeous, Shuri.”

Shuri covered her face at the praise, “Thank you.”

Feeling a bit more confident, Riri dipped her head and pressed a kiss to Shuri’s neck. Shuri braced her hand on Riri’s shoulder as her neck was licked, nipped and sucked.

“That feels nice.” Shuri barely said above a whisper. She had come over fully prepared to take the lead, but didn’t mind the unfolding of these events.

Riri excitedly hummed in acknowledgement and drew away from her neck. She cupped Shuri’s waist but the clearing of her throat caught her attention.

“Why am I the only one naked?”

Riri’s eyes widened in realization, “Shit, sorry!”

Shuri shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.” She gestured to Riri’s clothes, “May I?”

Riri nodded and raised her arms as Shuri helped her out of her clothes, just as she did her.

Shuri couldn’t help her grin as she ogled her girlfriend’s form, but it was soon cut short by Riri’s eagerness.

“Okay, now, where were we?” Riri grinned as she slowly pushed Shuri onto the bed, followed by pressing kisses down her chest.

Riri’s mouth latched onto one of Shuri’s breasts and gently sucked it. Her tongue flicked her nipple until it pebbled.

Shuri gasped in a breath which was followed by a stifled moan.

Shuri felt a gentle kiss on her chin before Riri spoke up, “You don’t have to try to be quiet, Princess. I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?”

Shuri felt wetness permeate between her legs under the intensity of Riri’s gaze. She was unable to look away, she gave a nod, ”Okay, Riri.”

“Good.” She initiated a languid kiss while teasing her girlfriend’s nipple.

The stimulation getting the better of her, Shuri was unable to focus on the liplock. She panted against Riri’s lips while simultaneously squeezing the swell of her backside to get a grip on something.

Slick warmth pooled on Shuri’s stomach, which could have only come from Riri.

Not being able to help herself, Shuri teased the weeping slit of Riri’s entrance, causing the shorter girl to buck at the sensation.

“Is that okay?” Shuri paused, searching Riri’s face for any hesitation.

Riri gazed into Shuri’s eyes, “Yea. Yea. It’s fine. I was just caught by surprise. You can go ahead. It’s okay.”

Shuri found her place again, gently sliding her fingertips along Riri’s entrance, coating them in her essence, before finally reaching her clit. She softly rubbed circles onto the bundle of nerves while looking in awe at Riri’s reactions.

Eye contact had long been broken, her eyes were screwed shut as she basked in the sensations Shuri was giving her.

Shuri slowly slipped a finger into Riri’s center and was rewarded with a soul-suck clench around the digit.

Carefully, Shuri experimented with different rhythms until Riri vocalized, ”Mm, just like that baby.”

Pleased by the praise and not wanting to disappoint, Shuri kept her pace against Riri’s folds .

“Do you think you can handle another finger?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me. You’re making me feel so good.” Riri cupped the side of Shuri’s neck while giving her jaw lazy kisses.

Shuri added another finger while searching for one angle in particular, she propped a leg up in concentration. Sighing in dissatisfaction she unsheathed herself from Riri’s channel. Much to the other’s chagrin.

“Shuri, what the hell?” She whined.

“Raise your hips for me.”

Not needing to be told twice, she raised her hips, revealing a thin thread of slick that connected their bodies. Shuri swallowed at the sight, but remained focused on the task at hand.

She placed her hand between their bodies before her fingers found home within Riri once more.

“There we go.” She smiled up at her girlfriend.

Like a moth to fame, she immediately found what she was looking for. She caressed her fingers against the spongy surface of Riri’s walls.

“Oh, Bast, Shuri.” She moaned into Shuri’s ear. Her hips suddenly having a mind of their own, met the thrusts of Shuri’s fingers.

Using her free hand, she added pressure to Riri’s clit. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Riri bit into Shuri’s shoulder as the bouncing on her fingers grew more wanton; unfortunately, this caused Shuri’s fingers to slip out.

This caused Riri to whine in displeasure. She tried lowering her hips, but Shuri’s leg was in the way. So she found herself mindlessly humping her girlfriend’s thigh for release instead. Anything to regain the sensation she lost.

“C’mon babygirl, my fingers are better than my thighs. Let me help you. You’re almost there.” She playfully nipped Riri’s skin.

Riri eagerly accepted Shuri’s resumption of her ministrations, “You’re doing so good Princess.”

“Yea?” She looked up at her with a hooded gaze.

“Mhm.” Riri couldn’t think straight.

Shuri placed a kiss to her chest. “I should be telling you the same thing.” Another kiss. “You look so sexy like this.”

Riri’s breathing became even more labored, if that was even possible as her orgasm washed over her. Her blunted fingernails dug into Shuri’s waist as she rode out her climax.

Riri planted her head on Shuri’s chest to give herself a breather. Shuri gently wiped her brow, “Are you alright?”

Riri took a few breaths as the cloud of ecstasy cleared itself from her senses, “I’m blissed out right now, not gonna lie.”

“That’s good.” Shuri grinned, feeling proud of herself.

“Okay. Your turn!” She shot up with newfound energy and slowly made her way down Shuri’s body.

Shuri propped herself up on her elbows, “Are you sure? We can wait. We have the entire night and weekend.”

“Nah, you gotta get yours too. Just lay back and enjoy yourself, Princess.” She placed a kiss on Shuri’s stomach that left tingles in its wake.

Shuri parted her legs some more for Riri to have better access, causing the other to grin.

“You look good from this angle.” She placed one of Shuri’s legs over her shoulder and trailed kisses up her inner thigh.

Riri bit her lip to hold back a smile, but her efforts were futile. She coaxed Shuri’s slit, causing her to twitch. She gently parted her labia and took an experimental lick.

“Ooh!” Shuri threw her head back, trying to keep herself together. Riri barely did anything, but her breath alone was overstimulating.

Riri observed as Shuri’s chest heaved. Hm.

She gently sucked her clit next but Riri wasn’t prepared for her head to be ensnared between her thighs and a fist full of her hair.

“S-sorry, Riri.”

Before Shuri could free her girlfriend from her unintentional clutches, Riri’s sinuous tongue worked against her folds in ways Shuri never thought imaginable.

She couldn’t form a coherent thought and her grip had yet to loosen from Shuri’s hair. She ground her pussy against Riri’s tongue, chasing the release Riri was so dutifully trying to give her.

“Riri, Riri, Riri!”

Riri slurped and sucked all Shuri had to offer, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of her labour. She hummed in contentment.

Shuri whined, finally letting her hand out of Riri’s tresses.

Riri rose from her perch between Shuri’s legs and smile while she wiped her nose and mouth of wetness.

Shuri threw an arm over her eye as she caught her breath.

“Princess, you wanna taste yourself?” She felt Riri climb over her.

Shuri couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed. She chuckled at Riri’s proposition. She stuck out her tongue but wasn’t surprised when she felt her girlfriend sucking on it. She wrapped her arms around her middle to properly kiss her. She grabbed her ass for good measure.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Riri mused.

“And I didn’t know you could work your hips like that.” She chuckled.

Riri grinned, “I found out I definitely love hair pulling. It’s so hot.”

“I found out I like biting.” She squeezed Riri closer.

“Wait, what? I bit you?” Her eyes roamed Shuri’s body for the offense, “I’m sorry.”

Shuri showed off the deep bite impression on her shoulder. “Don’t apologize. It happened when you orgasmed. I don’t think you broke the skin. But it felt so good. I loved it!” Shuri stretched and happily kicked her feet, slightly jostling Riri.

“Damn. I went primal.” She chuckled as she felt her body start to get tired.

She then grabbed a blanket at the foot of her bed and covered both of them with it.

“This was nice.” She hugged Riri under the sheets as her fatigue set in.

“It was. I’m excited to try other stuff too. But I’m beat right now.” She snuggled closer to Shuri.

Shuri stifled a yawn, “We don’t have to rush anything. We have the whole weekend to make our names.”

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Meetings and Things (Headcanon)

Have this while I write the other chapters of Obsession vs. Love

Shuri Udaku x College Student!Masculine!Fem!Reader Also Grumpy!Sunshine!Shuri x Slightly!Grumpy!Reader

Warnings: "Dominant" Reader (In a nonsexual way, there no smut), Riri is emotionally slow but give her a moment, mentions Ramonda's death (it literally just speeds past it), Reader is taller than Shuri, and Shuri has no decorum. Kinda hints that Reader is a player. Shuri is a loser and you cannot convince me otherwise. If you saw that scene of Okoye deciding to leave, no you didn't! She's in this and she is kinda like Shuri's personal warrior bodyguard thingy. Speaking of Okoye, she's a grumpy goofball. Reader is grumpy but is soft-spoken around Shuri

A/N: Initially, I was gonna do Domestic Headcanons, but then I got another idea... so... I made this. THIS IS NOT IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS Obsession vs Love.

Inspired by @shinsousliya's Domestic!Wife!Shuri Headcanons

Meeting

Let's say Reader is Riri's roommate, and when Shuri sees you, she stares, hard. I mean she's looking you up and down, watching the way you turn to look at her when Riri mentions her presence.

And she's like- are they roommates or are they dating?

Riri doesn't notice the eye-fucking going on between you two. Too busy panicking about the Princess of Wakanda showing up after she built a Vibranium Detector

You can decide if Reader helped make the vibranium detector, or not. Either way, Reader didn't go with her because

"Somebody's gotta hold it down over here. You go cook some fish, don't bring me a plate."

When you see on the news about Ramonda's death, you get this tingly feeling that something ain't right. And then after a few days, Riri comes back and tells you what happened.

"Shuri said she'll come visit after she handle something. I think she likes you." Jeez, Riri I wonder what gave it away...

Someone (I think it was @inmyheadimobsessed) said that Shuri is a loser and can't pull shit. I feel she might flirt, but once you flirt back, she loses it.

When she finally visits, she has a whole plan for how she'll talk to you. Riri invites her in and tells her you're in the shower. Right after she says that you come out in a towel and her mind goes blank

"Oh-" You pause, halfway out of the bathroom, as you stare back at Shuri. She's trying so hard not to let her eyes wander, but it's getting harder by the second. "Ya girl finally decided to visit," Riri chuckles, patting Shuri's arm as she walks to her desk. It breaks the two of you from your staring contest, and you grab your clothes to change in the bathroom.

Did I mention how oblivious Riri is? Like you and Shuri could be | | this close to shoving your tongues down each other's throats, and she just burst in talking bout "Y'all want something to eat?"

I'M TRYNA EAT HER CAT! NOW LEAVE YOU THREE FEET LITTLE FUCKER!

Before Dating

Shuri can't look you in the eye to save her life. You're right there and her eyes are here. FAR AWAY FROM there

But I feel like her love language is touch, so she's constantly finding a way to touch you. So when you realize that, you start responding to the looks and touches

Your hand on the small of her back when walking, wrapping your arm around her shoulders or waist, when she sits next to you. Or holding hands while walking down the street.

Don't get me started on booths. You'll stick her on the inside and you on the outside. She'll slightly lean into you while Riri and MJ feel like they're third and fourth wheeling

DO NOT LET THERE BE NO MORE SEATS!

Cause Shuri is getting pulled into your lap, and you're leaning her back to lay across your chest with her head laying on your shoulder

It's the little things that she noticed you do for her and not others (others being your flings)

Like opening doors for her, ordering for her, fixing her outfit or hair, playing with her fingers

She's trying so hard not to look into it too much. What if you do this to other girls when she's in Wakanda? But then you give her those eyes, and she's turned to mush

Obviously, the dorms aren't that big, so Shuri can't spend the night without one of you sleeping on the floor

Riri kicks, and you and Shuri are too odd to ask if the other wants to sleep in the bed together

After some visits, Shuri offers to get y'all an apartment thingy and obviously you say no cause you're used to you doing the spoiling

"No, cause I can't afford to pay you back."

"No, Sthandwa Sami, I want to do this. You don't have to pay me back."

She ends up winning that argument when she gives you the pouty look.

I feel like that's when it really starts clicking for Riri and MJ is just like "You're just now realizing they like each other?"

Now you and Riri have your own apartment and sometimes if you're up early you can see the sunrise from your window

She calls you Sthandwa Sami, and after a while, you stopped asking her what it means and just asked Okoye. But she was no help.

"Where did you hear it from?" "Does that matter? Tell me what it means." "No, I assume Shuri called you that and I'm not going to ruin that."

So now you know it's gotta be a term of endearment cause if it was an insult then Okoye would've been laughing

Back to the apartment thing!

OBVIOUSLY! Shuri has a key so she can get in, and you are honestly questioning your decision on giving her one

A body flops on top of you, and it takes every ounce of strength to not groan from the elbow digging into your chest. There's a warm breath on your ear before a whisper, "Wake up, Sthandwa sami. The sunrise is pretty and I want you to see it." "You know what else is pretty?" You ask, voice cracking and slightly deeper with "Sleep."

You're both grumpy but everyone says you're grumpier.

Riri walks out of her room and sees you sitting at the island counter (more like slouching) and Shuri is going back and forth between cooking and checking on you

One time. ONE TIME! You called her "Pretty baby" and she flinched before covering her face. Cheesing so hard you knew her cheeks were hurting

You've come to the conclusion that Shuri needs attention. Like... If you don't look at me, I'm gonna sit on you so the only thing you can see is my face type need attention

You show another girl attention? She's squeezing between the two of you and smiling at you.

Shuri likes to take pictures of the two of you, mainly you but if it's both of you then she doesn't mind

Her home screen is a picture of you frosting a cake y'all made for her birthday

That's another thing! She loves cooking for you and really loves cooking with you

If you aren't cooking with her then you're wearing a "Chef's Offical Taster" apron and she'll come over with a spoon or fork of what she's cooking

"Good?" She asked, watching you chew and lick your lips in thought. After a moment, you sigh as you lean forward to kiss her hand in praise. "Can I get some more?" "Wait till the next taste test or until it's done," She said, softly smacking your hand away from the pan.

If you're accident-prone, like me, she's definitely constantly thinking of ways to prevent you from hurting yourself.

One time you almost fell on her but you caught yourself by slamming your hands on the wall next to her head. (hehehehehe) She was checking to make sure you're okay and then she looked up and your face was right there

She's convinced that was the biggest gay panic she ever had

Anyway!

She got a phone just so she could get your number (She also has Riri's, MJ's, and other friends' numbers)

But she mainly got it for you and now she'll randomly blow your phone up

Or, she's texting you random encouraging things

She'll offer to do your school work for you. Of course, she'll write the answers and stuff on a separate sheet of paper and have you copy it in your own words

You washed and twisted her hair and now she only lets you do her hair

I agree with @inmyheadimobsessed that Shuri is tender-headed as hell

I also agree that Shuri is funny as hell

DO NOT TAKE HER TO A SERIOUS EVENT

Say no to funerals, they can be buried without the Queen of Wakanda there. IN FACT! I'm sure they'll be fine without you there as well

Shuri is the prime example of "Fix your face"

If she's not giving someone the stank face, she's scrunching up to hide a laugh

For some fucking reason I can't get the idea of Shuri randomly running at you to see if you'll catch her

"Y/N!" "NO!" You shout, dropping your bag and holding your arms out to catch Shuri. She chuckled as you adjusted her in your arms so she clung koala-style to your front. "Why do you insist on pouncing at me?" You grumbled as you bent to grab your bag.

She's a menace and I don't just mean in a sexual way

She'll find something to pick on you for and then gets bent-out-of-shape when you clapback.

thing is YOU'RE NOT EVEN BEING MEAN you're just responding kindly

"How's the weather up there?" - Shuri grinning at you "Fine, it's not polluted with y'all musty armpits." - You shrugging your shoulders while playing a game

"Hi, Sasquatch!" - Shuri grinned, waving at you from her place on your couch. You chuckled softly as you tossed your bag on the floor in front of her, "Hi, Mr. Electric." "Who is that?" "Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl." You said, chuckling at her disgruntled look.

Honestly, you aren't any better

Randomly coming up to her to stick your fingers on her forehead and sighing when all four of them fit with a little space left

Y'all ain't even dating yet and y'all act like a married couple

Funeral Bonus:

"Shuri when we get in here don't say or do shit. Just stand or sit there."

It was a simple order. Did she listen? No. Did she try? Yes, but when that one woman fell to the floor screaming, "WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME BABY?!"

And she knew that NO ONE there liked her, not even the dead person in the casket. She couldn't stop herself from simply stating the truth.

"You smell like moldy onions, and your baby daddy is your mother's husband."

Silence. Absolute silence and Shuri closed her eyes as her face scrunched up. Until the silence is broken by a snort. A heavy belly laugh echoed through the church, as your grandmother leaned into your mother. "SHE SAY- SHE- Wait a minute!"

"Baby daddy is her momma's husband?"

"This nigga said moldy onions."

Dating Headcanon

First time writing a headcanon, how'd I do?

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mickimomo · 1 year ago

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Smile At Me For Once - (Attoye)

I finally got the motivation to write Attoye again! I figured I’d do a few warm ups again, by writing out little prompts that have been living rent free in my mind while working on the next chapters of my fics. Enjoy! :)

p.s. this isn’t set in the Sun and the Sky AU. It’s just post-BPWF, after a treaty has been signed.

Since the treaty was signed between Wakanda and Talokan, little workshops were being held between the two nations to give the people opportunities to learn new skills and build friendships.

Okoye had been very eager to sign up for a few artsy and combat workshops. The midnight angel was hopeful to learn some new ways to kick ass but also embrace this foreign culture. Throughout the entire cultural exchange, she had been very openminded about it all until she had crossed paths with Attuma in a sparring workshop where they played a rougher version of hot potato mixed with floor hockey using a weaker water bomb and wooden spears.

Essentially, you had an unknown number of hits to get the ball in a goal.

If it explodes while you’re maneuvering it around, you’re out until your team scores a goal.

It was a fun game that really boosted everyone’s morale but seeing Attuma and Okoye go against each other while their teammates sat on the bench with bated breaths really got everyone invested.

The man had used every chance he had to be near her, trying his hardest to start a conversation as he maneuvered around her. Through mean mugs and stank eyes, Attuma refused to leave her side. Even causing his team to lose a couple of rounds until she made it clear that she only wished to kick his ass.

Attuma understood that as, ‘I will only respect you if you defeat me or lose to me after giving your all.’

Okoye left the workshop sore, wet, and tattered while Attuma watched her retreat with a bruised grin and blood-filled rebreather.

He had managed to win a few rounds, but he played nastier than she ever wished to discuss or think about after today.

It wasn’t even nasty in a dishonorable cheating manner.

He just played without mercy or restraint or any sense of personal space. This resulted in Okoye having to literally fight for her life or peel him off of her.

There were moments where the wind had been knocked out of her and other moments where Attuma had sent her flipping across the field. He’d always be there to break her falls though, unintentionally groping her during inspections that often ended with gentle touches and the occasional Band-Aid.

Okoye never complained out loud though.

If he wanted to be rough, she could be just as rough.

She had been successful enough to knock him down a few times, but it always left her muscles screaming at how much strength it required to send the blue titan into the muddy earth.

Once she claimed the final victory, earning cheers from her team, Okoye left. She could feel Attuma’s gaze on her back, but she refused to turn around.

She was a wounded cat, desperate to lick her wounds in private.

“Um...Okoye...why did Attuma pin you down like that-”

“-Because he is an idiot.”

“Well, you look like you had fun.” Aneka grinned.

“Do I look like I had fun?” Okoye turned to glare at her friend.

“Well, now you don’t.” She pouted.

“I hope I never have another workshop with that man present.”

“Eh? Why?”

Okoye’s eyes burned into the midnight angel, forcing her to lift her hands in surrender.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.”

Aneka remained quiet as they left the muddy field.

Okoye’s wish of not seeing Attuma had been granted by Bast temporarily.

She’d gone to weaving workshops, cooking workshops, and even carving workshops without seeing Attuma.

It was all going well until she went to the painting workshop that was being led by the king of Talokan.

She should have known Attuma had been praying to Chaac to see her when the sky opened and dropped an ocean’s load of rain.

The downpour was relentless as it soaked her clothes and pebbled her skin, scolding her until she moved faster.

Sandaled feet carried her towards the citadel and down a gilded hallway before she entered the workshop room that was at the beginning of a well-lit corridor.

Rain dripped from her eyelashes as her eyes scanned the room, eager to find a seat without disrupting the class.

Attuma was the only one sitting by himself in the back, while the king paced the front of the room, talking about a painting he had created.

Namor seemed fixated on the painting he had done while he talked, so now was the best time to go.

She gritted her teeth and mouthed a slew of curses as she took off her shoes and tip toed to the empty seat next to the warrior.

Dark brown eyes locked onto her as she quietly pulled out the chair and sat down, successfully making her way in without Namor noticing.

Attuma breathed out a single word.

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.)

But this time, it made her skin feel warm as it fell from his covered lips.

It had somehow gone from something he called her out of respect to perhaps a term of endearment. A nickname between foes to something Okoye refused to acknowledge.

Attuma accepted her glare as a warm welcome before sliding her a few pieces of paper.

“I.” He gently touched his chest. “Write.” He pointed at the papers.

She glanced at the papers apprehensively before taking them when she realized they contained details on the culture behind today’s workshop. Little fun facts and important moments of Talokanil history written neatly in English.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by his act of kindness.

It was clear that whatever his king had written on the board had been duplicated neatly- just for her.

He stared at her, patiently waiting for an ounce of praise.

“Thanks.”

He allowed his lips to curl upward behind his rebreather before he refocused on the speaking king.

Her eyes moved forward too, watching the king pause to put down a piece of paper.

“Alright. Now that we’ve covered the history, let’s jump into today’s craft.” Namor smiled. “Today, you will be working in pairs to create a mural of each other. In Talokan, we keep our culture strong by spilling our history into our art. We tell stories, sing songs, weave tapestries, write music, carve statues, and paint grand murals to record the past. Then, each generation adds to it. This makes our art better and the culture richer.” He lifted up a large painting. “Here is a small example I whipped together for this class. Here we have Chaac leading our priest to the plant that helped our ancestors move to the sea.”

He began to repeat himself, speaking in his mother tongue.

Her ears were able to pick up a handful of words to verify it, but she eventually tuned him out as she took in the large painting.

Namor was talented.

Talented felt like a small word.

An insult almost.

His painting skills were known to be amongst the greatest between both nations, so it made sense that he was leading this workshop. However, seeing his craft in person truly left the group speechless.

The mural was detailed, swirling with various cool tones.

Somber ceruleans, rich viridians, and regal violets.

Sprinkles of sand and clay browns as painted hands reached for a plant that floated down from a watching deity.

Everything was outlined with obsidian and highlighted with white and lighter cool tones.

He pointed at each component of the painting before looking up at everyone. “The story is clear that this is how Talokan came to be.” He put the painting down. “I want you all to work together to make a story about the two of you and paint it. At the end of this workshop, you all will present it to the group.”

He repeated himself once more in Yucatec Mayan before he moved forward to start handing out materials. “If you have any questions for me, please do not hesitate to ask. We have three hours to work on this, so please pour out your creativity and make something beautiful and meaningful with your partner.”

Okoye recoiled at the word ‘partner’ as he began his final translation.

Attuma on the other hand was elated.

His eyes moved to the woman beside him, drinking in her soaked attire.

He was used to seeing her in uniform, but today she was wearing a cropped orange and yellow blouse that tied in the front with a floor length orange and red skirt that moved like lava whenever she walked. She was heavily accessorized with golden bangles, a gold idzila, and a few jade waist beads.

Before he could take in anymore of her beauty, she snapped her red polished fingers in front of his face, sporting a scowl she always wore around him.

He blinked and she sighed before moving forward to place a kimoyo bead in his ear.

The world sounded foreign until she tapped her bracelet and looked up at him curiously.

“Do you understand me?”

He blinked before nodding slowly. “Yes. Can you understand me?”

She nodded. “Yes. Technology.” She offered jokingly before leaning back. “So, we need to tell a story. Let’s make some draft sketches of the mural and then pick the best one.”

“Ok.” He nodded. “Do you want to work separately, or do you want to work together on these drafts?”

“Separately.”

“Ok.”

“Let’s regroup in twenty minutes.” She tapped her kimoyo beads to set a timer.

“Ok.”

He watched her grab a piece of scrap paper and begin to doodle before doing the same.

Every few minutes, he would glance at her, stare at her longingly, get scolded, and refocus on his work.

By the time the twenty minutes was up, he had twenty drafts and she had four.

“I’m surprised you have so many.”

“I’d probably have more if you didn’t yell at me so much.”

“It is difficult to do my task with a creep staring holes into my head.”

“I’m not a creep. I was referencing your features. Your face has to be a part of the mural.”

She gave him a pointed look before she began to lay out her drafts. “Well, let’s see what we’ve got.”

He nodded before laying out his drafts.

He had drawn Okoye twenty times, each one slightly lewder than the first time.

Okoye on the other hand had drawn both of them, taking inspiration from Namor’s style as she drew out different tales from different battles, they’d fought each other in.

There was depth and details and a story.

Everything that was supposed to be there but was missing in Attuma’s work.

He could draw, but nothing he created told a story.

It didn’t capture anything more than the curve of her breasts and ass- amidst the vibrancy of her eyes and fierce scowl she always wore around him.

Very similar to the one she wears now.

“What do you think?” He smiled warmly at her.

“Attuma, you are talented...” She started. “...but you lack the ability to write a story. In fact, you drew me explicitly in every draft.”

“The way I have drawn you is not offensive to my people. Is it offensive to yours?”

“No, but I am more than my tits and ass.”

“Would it look better if I added myself?”

“Why-” She pinched the bridge of her nose to compose herself. “Quality over Quantity. Have you ever heard that phrase before?”

He thought it over. “Not exactly like that...”

“But you understand what I mean, yes?”

“Could you explain?”

“You have nothing more to offer to this idea besides explicit doodles of me. Although the doodles look nice, it’s the same thing... which means you’ve basically given only one idea.” She held up an index finger. “One idea that can’t be used or enjoyed by anyone because there’s no story or lore or creativity behind it.”

“But you are beautiful.”

“Right, but that’s not the theme of this mural. People will get tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. If I showed someone the same doodle twenty times, under the façade that it was something new each time, they’d grow sick of me. Which is why I’m disappointed with your drafts… beyond the obvious explicitness.” She shot him a look as he listened attentively. “We have to be innovative and creative. Just because it has Attuma and Okoye in it, doesn’t mean it’s good. Especially if it’s just the same thing over and over and over again. Whatever we present has to be new and additive to the story we’re trying to tell and something we’re proud of. We have to present this at the end, you know. It should be something of good quality. Something I would want to hang up in my living room and read books under.”

“Then let’s look at your ideas.” He tilted his head. “Maybe I can help draw one of those in a rough draft before we work on the mural.” He offered a small smile. “Whatever we make, I want it to make you happy.”

Okoye nodded as she looked away shyly. “Ok.”

Her four drafts were amazing, each blending the cultures of Wakanda and Talokan to create an ornate mural.

The first one centered around Bast and Chaac blessing her and Attuma in combat as they fought on a bridge.

The second portrayed a midnight angel descending on a warrior adorned with the head of a hammerhead shark, pointing her spear with a vow of sending him off to his ancestors.

The third centered around her kicking Attuma off the sea leopard and into the sea.

The fourth centered around Attuma pointing down at Okoye while she stood underneath an aircraft, holding a child close.

She spent a few minutes explaining each doodle before waiting for Attuma to pick one to work on.

He stared at each doodle with great focus before picking up the third one. “This one.”

She looked at it. “Why?”

“In that moment, we truly became equals.”

“You looked down on me before I kicked you off that ship?”

“No, but the fire in your eyes burned the brightest that day.” He smiled fondly at the doodle. “It makes me wish we had never been enemies.” His smile dropped. “Perhaps you wouldn’t glare at me as much.”

Okoye stared at him as they sat in silence for a minute or two.

“I glare at everyone.” She huffed under her breath, ignoring how his eyes brightened as she looked away.

“I will keep that in mind and not be offended by your angry gaze.”

“Yeah.” She dismissed him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by her attempt at comforting him. “How long do you need to add your own style to it?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Ok.” She set another timer. “I’ll start making paint swatches, so we know what colors we want to use.”

“Ok.”

The pair worked quietly on their parts of the project before regrouping when the timer went off.

Okoye looked the doodle over, while Attuma waited patiently for her feedback.

“This looks good to me.” She looked over the patterns he included to add more dimension to the mural. He even cleaned up the design of her characters, being mindful to not erase the notes of her culture she had woven throughout the design.

There were a few creative differences incorporated, but it was definitely something she wouldn’t mind hanging on her living room wall if everything turned out great in the end.

“Can we start working on the sheet of canvas now?”

“I think so.” Okoye nodded. “You can draw the outline and then I’ll paint it.”

“Do a rough draft of what colors you want to use on the draft I just finished while I work.” He glanced up at her. “I don’t want to be in your way when you’re painting.”

“Ok.”

Attuma took a deep breath as he lifted the roll of canvas and rolled it out on the floor. Azure fingers began to spread out the dense material before he grabbed a piece of charcoal and got to work.

Nimble fingers skillfully mixed different colors of paint on a palette before pressing themselves into the wet paint.

She stamped her finger into the areas to denote where each color would go, occasionally going over colors with something different when it didn’t look how she wanted.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Okoye dried her fingers off on a rag and turned back to face Attuma with curious eyes.

At some point while she was working, he had pulled his hair up into a messy bun, failing to catch every single fly away.

His brows were furrowed in concentration while his hands moved with precision and accuracy across the canvas.

Upon closer inspection, it dawned on her that Attuma wasn’t dressed in his usual uniform.

He had on a long jade skirt that complimented his many piercings and a thick band of cream cloth that wrapped around his waist twice before trailing a line diagonally up and over his shoulder.

He didn’t even have his headdress on.

He instead wore a viridian and a cream feather tucked behind his ear with a few shark teeth charms attached to the handful of braids that had been neatly done throughout his hair.

At a quick glance, he looked like a sculpture of a deity who was heavily invested in something.

He was some sort of sea god or water god.

Enchanting her like a siren, luring a pirate out to his demise.

His gaze lifted to meet hers for a moment before he lifted his brow in curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“You’re staring.”

“I just wanted to make sure I mixed the right shade of blue for your skin.”

“You can do swatches of paint on my back to test it out if you want.”

“No need.” She turned around, flustered, and ashamed that she had been caught.

Attuma chuckled softly as he refocused on his work.

Once he was done, he got up and leaned over her, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s your turn, warrior.”

“Okoye.”

“Hm?”

“My name is Okoye.”

“My apologies. It is your turn, Okoye.”

She offered a small nod before getting up and retreating to the floor.

“Is this okay?” She held up her rough draft.

“It’s perfect.”

“Ok.”

Attuma sat at the table and watched her begin to paint, being extra careful to be neat with each stroke.

Time moved slowly as Okoye worked.

He watched her every move quietly, being mindful not to gawk or make her uncomfortable.

If he was a water god, then she was a goddess of fire.

Beautiful opposites that could destroy one another if not careful but be steamy if allowed to mix.

Okoye could feel him staring but decided not to acknowledge it.

Once she was done painting, Attuma sat back down to finish outlining and highlighting the mural before they signed the bottom right corner.

The pair stepped back to admire their work, covered in smudges of charcoal and a few flecks of paint.

“We’re done.” Okoye breathed out.

“Mhm.”

“We did it.”

“We did.”

“Alright.” Namor spoke up. “While some of you add the finishing touches to your mural, let’s start presenting so that we can clean up and go.” His eyes scanned the room. “Do I have any volunteers?”

Okoye kept her hand down, but Attuma raised his hand.

Her eyes burned into the warrior as Namor grinned.

“Great! Attuma and Okoye will be our first presenters.” He waved them forward. “Come to the front and discuss the lore of your mural.”

Okoye sighed as she helped Attuma lift their mural and carry it to the front of the room.

Gasps filled the air as everyone took in the painting.

The painting was mostly various hues of blue, teal, and gold.

An unmasked midnight angel, striking Attuma into the waves with fire in her eyes.

Instead of painting a ship or an actual sea leopard, a large black panther was painted fighting with a feathered sea serpent in the sea.

The people of Wakanda were denoted by small purple panther cubs clinging to the panther’s back and the people of Talokan were denoted by small jade serpents trying to move up K’uk’ulkan’s back.

Attuma explained it all in Yucatec Mayan first before Okoye spoke in Xhosa.

He removed the kimoyo bead in his ear to relish in the sound of her explaining things in her own mother tongue.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Her lips stopped moving as her dark brown eyes moved to meet his.

She looked him over as the sound of clapping and soft cheers filled the air.

It all became background noise the moment she smiled at Attuma.

His skin purpled as she parted her lips to say, “Dios bo’otik.” (Thank you.)

“In k’áatech.” (I love you.) He breathed out.

“Huh?”

“Mixba’al.” (You’re welcome.) He spoke up as his blush deepened.

“Ah.” Okoye laughed softly as she looked away.

“That was a brilliant presentation you two! Thank you for volunteering to share first.” Namor beamed at them.

“Thank Attuma.” She jutted a thumb at the General before taking the mural from him. “I just wanted some art for my home.”

Attuma watched her quietly, drinking in all the joy that crossed her face before looking at his king with wide eyes when he snapped his fingers.

He arched a brow before realizing he was gawking at Okoye again.

Namor only shook his head as Attuma retreated and chuckled. “Alright, who’s next?”

The End

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shamelesslyshippingocxcanon · 2 years ago

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Bucky x Reader: Wakanda

Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him

You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing

cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough

You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups

I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda

And Bucky is on the list of amazing things

The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met

Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys

"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"

"Shuri!" He gets really flustered

"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"

He vaguely might recall you from the area

"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"

He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)

He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'

It's adorable

But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.

And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.

But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions

"Are you okay Bucky?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"

As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.

But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?

He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.

It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other

It slips away

But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.

He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.

But you LOVE him, not like him.

Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both

Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking

"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"

"But Shuri, we do."

"WAHTTT-"

"Platonically Shuri."

Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky

At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.

"Which was this ass?"

"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"

"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"

"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."

Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though

So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you

He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.

"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."

Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing

"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"

"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wakanda bucky #wakanda bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #y/n #bucky x reader headcanons #wakanda bucky headcanons

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queenofsimpsblog · 2 years ago

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believe me - shuri x reader

A/N: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN A DECENT STORY IN SO LONG!! LIFE HAS JUST BEEN REALLY HAYWIRE FOR ME RECENTLY, BUT HEY I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING!!

also heads up the reader is poc (obviously) but has a white father… BUT YOU BEST BELIEVE SHE MOCKS WHITE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME

i feel like at this point all the reader inserts in my stories have tony as their dad but a black/poc mom, and i kinda love the idea of tony simping for a woman of colour so we’re going with this

this story takes place about 2 years after wakanda forever

“i just get a bad vibe from her,” you ranted to riri as you did your hair for the day. your braids weren’t co-operating so you just decided to throw them up into low space buns.

“are you sure this ain’t just jealousy?” she asked and you snapped your head to your phone which was placed on your vanity.

“no! of course not! i just get a bad vibe from that mara chick,”

“maya,” riri corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“yeah yeah whatever. the bitch is on to something. i’m telling you. besides. shuri is my best friend. i’m allowed to be protective over her.”

“right. and the fact that you confessed your feelings to shuri 3 months ago and the fact that she rejected you, has nothing to do with this. obviously,” you sneered at the girl staring back at you. riri had the habit of being way too honest sometimes. but you knew she meant well.

and technically, she wasn’t lying. you’d known shuri since your dad, tony stark, took you to meet t’challa. you were about 15 back then, and about 20 when your dad sacrificed his life to save the universe. as a symbol of goodwill and gratitude, t’challa invited you to move to wakanda, and you accepted the offer.

you became best friends with shuri since the day you met her. as predicted, you fell in love with her rapidly. after a lot of convincing from riri, you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings to her.

*flashback brought to you by riri’s speakers that okoye so graciously sliced in half*

you cleared your throat to get shuri’s attention. as always, she was in her lab, tinkering away on some invention of hers.

she raised her head to look at you. “hey, what’s up?”

“i need to talk to you. alone,” shuri nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you up the stairs of her lab to her ‘break room’ where you could have some more privacy.

“what bothers you?”

your pulse was racing. your heart was pounding. you thought to yourself: i’ve made it this far. i can do this.

“shuri, i have to confess something. i’m in love with you. i have been for a really long time. and i was so terrified to tell you. but i realised that i couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, but i just needed you to know.”

you looked up to make eye contact with shuri. her eyes showed shock, surprise, and then something you dreaded.

pity.

you knew the idea of her liking you was absolutely ridiculous. but seeing her look at you like that just felt as if someone ripped your heart out and tore it into a million shreds.

“i’m sorry y/n, but i don’t feel the same about you. and i guess i forgot to tell you that i… have a girlfriend,”

goddamnit it!

you didn’t say anything. you wanted to talk. but you just couldn’t. your throat just closed up. so you did what you thought was best, and just bolted out of the room. you could hear shuri call for you, but you didn’t have the heart to look back. you just ran, and went back to your apartment, and cried your eyes out.

*end of flashback*

you shook your head, trying to rid your mind of that memory. somehow, you and shuri still remained friends. she said that things didn’t have to be awkward between you both. it was sweet that she wanted the friendship to stay the same, but insensitive at the same time. i mean, how can she expect you to just move on like that?!

either way, you said goodbye to riri and gathered your things, leaving your apartment to head to the lab. you worked in weapon design, but today you were most likely to help with assembling as the lab was short staffed today.

you sighed as you walked into the lab, smiling at the dora milaje outside and making your way towards your station, where a bunch of your unfinished works lay taunting you.

you cracked your knuckles and hit play on your lab playlist, shrugging off your jacket as you grabbed a screwdriver. you spent the next hour or so fixing up the first project before moving on to the second one. you were, how you say, ‘in the zone’. your day was going very productive, until your focus was interrupted by a fit of giggles.

“baby, stop,” a voice giggled out. you didn’t need to turn around to see who it was.

maya. the girlfriend who you just didn’t like.

“i can’t help it, usana. i just love you so much,” shuri spoke and then you heard them kissing. the thought itself made you wanna throw up.

“yeah okay i can’t take more of this,” you said and turned up the volume. ‘girls in the hood’ by megan thee stallion blasted in the lab as you lifted a hammer, trying to fix up the piece of vibranium you needed to finish off the modified spear you were making.

“y/n, hey!” shuri said as she walked up to you, turning down the volume of your music to be able to talk to you better.

“hi shuri,” your gaze stayed on the hammer, not wanting to look at her.

she cleared her throat. “so… what you working on?”

“the modified spear. if i can build it right, this one should be able to electrocute people when wielded. the blueprints look great, but i didn’t realise how tedious it would be to build this stupid thing,” you huffed out and shuri laughed. god, you loved her laugh.

“anyways, i wanted to ask if you were coming to the party this saturday?” you looked up at her in confusion.

“maya wanted to throw one. she thinks i need to let loose more,” shuri sighed, “i need a friend there to help me get through the night,”

you laughed at the image of shuri pushing her way through the crowded dance floor. she hated crowds like that.

“yeah, for sure, i’ll be there. i’ll drag riri too,”

shuri cheered and you smiled at her stupid antics. you talked to each other for a few more minutes until you were disrupted.

“hi, my love,” maya looped her arms around shuri’s waist and stared at her with a look of ‘adoration’. you could easily tell it was fake, but shuri looked really happy and you didn’t want to ruin it for her.

“hello maya,” you sneered out and managed to shoot her a fake smile. she returned it. “i hope you’re coming to the party i’m throwing?”

“wouldn’t miss it,” you grimaced. she chucked and looked you up and down. “i hope you dress well this time,” this bitch had a fucking death wish to talk to you like that. the only thing stopping you from yeeting your wrench at her face was that shuri was right in front of you.

“anyways, if you’ll excuse me, i really need to finish this,” you ushered maya away. shuri frowned at your behaviour but understood that you had work to do and left as well. before you knew it, the day ended and you were on your way back home.

you changed into some pyjamas and made a sandwich for dinner, not having the energy to make something too elaborate. just as you were about to take the first bite, your phone rang. you groaned and answered the call.

“bitch who takes so long to pick up a call?!” riri’s voice bursted from the phone.

“i was eating dinner,” you mumbled, eating your sandwich.

“okay, listen. summer break starts tomorrow and shuri asked me to come to wakanda for the month. i’m obviously gonna be living with you the entire time,”

“duh,”

“oh and before i forget! she told me about some party maya’s throwing this weekend?!” you rolled your eyes at the mention of her name.

“yeah, i really don’t wanna go but i don’t have a choice,”

“i still don’t get why you hate maya so much. i’ve texted her a couple times and she seems really nice.” you gasped dramatically in mock betrayal.

“dude i don’t really know how to explain it. it’s just… you know when you meet someone and they act nice to you but you can kinda tell that they’re faking it? it’s something like that. i’m telling you, she doesn’t actually love shuri. she’s just using her. but obviously i can’t go tell shuri about this without sounding crazy. so i need to gather evidence,”

“evidence?! girl this ain’t no damn cop show!”

“you trust me, right?” you asked your friend.

riri sighed. “of course i do. i always do. i just think that you might be blowing this out of proportion a little bit. it’s completely plausible that maya is a normal girl that shuri is into. and honestly, it’s a little unhealthy for you to fixate on this so much.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“you’ve been ranting about how ‘evil’ maya secretly is. but has she ever actually done something shady? besides, you’re supposed to be getting over shuri. planning on how to prove maya is a bitch— which she isn’t— isn’t gonna help. you have to move on. you have to let her go.”

“look, i get where you’re coming from. but i promise you, this isn’t jealousy. yeah, shuri rejected me. and yeah, it hurt a lot. but above all of that, she’s one of my best friends. and i want her to be safe. my gut is telling me that maya is not what she seems like. and i have to tell that to shuri, but i gotta find some dirt on her to prove it.”

riri rolled her eyes again. “if you don’t stop this crazy talk…”

“i just care about shuri. i want her to be happy, and we both know a shady girlfriend isn’t gonna help with that.”

eventually riri got fed up and just yelled, “okay fine fine! if you shut up about her for the rest of the week, we can keep a close eye on her at that party. as long as you stop hyper-fixating on this every second of the damn day,”

you cheered as riri laughed. both of you talked for a while longer until you hung up to go to sleep.

*one week later*

it was the night of the party and you and riri were in your room, getting ready together.

riri picked out a sparkly white tank top and some wide legged jeans, while you picked a sparkly black dress with full sleeves that stopped mid thigh. both of you did each others makeup and took a billion pictures before getting in a cab to go to the party venue.

maya decided to host the party at club purple, which she happened to own. you’d been there a couple times before, and knew that the third floor of the building was off limits for everyone else. you figured that if maya was hiding something, it would probably be there, seeing as she didn’t even let shuri enter that floor.

you and riri soon made it to the club and got inside, instantly spotting shuri and maya talking to some other people. you made a beeline to shuri and gave her a hug.

okay so technically speaking you weren’t fully over shuri, but hey, who’s asking?

“yay, you made it!” shuri smiled at you and then moved to hug riri.

“oh i love your outfit riri,” maya looked her up and down and shot her a smile. riri seemed to have bought it but you knew it was fake. you talked to them for a few minutes before maya left to greet some other guests.

you, shuri, and riri were sitting at this booth in one of the farther edges of the club. it was relatively secluded, but you could still hear the loud bass of the music. it was the perfect place to talk.

“so, riri, how’s college going?”

“oh well my last year starts in like 3 months, and then i have an internship at stark industries which starts in july, so i’m super psyched for that,” riri smiled.

you all continued to talk about your lives, while waitresses kept bringing you drinks and a couple snacks.

(a/n: i’ve literally never been to a club so i’m making this shit up, sry if it’s not accurate)

“these are courtesy of the owner,” the waitress winked at riri and walked away. you looked at your friend as she smiled sheepishly and shrunk into her seat.

“oh my god, i think she’s into you,” you laughed as riri dismissed you with a wave of her hand.

“no, no, club girls just like that,”

“bitch don’t be stupid! go talk to her, shuri and i will be fine here,” you ushered riri to go meet the waitress, leaving you and shuri alone.

“so,” you turned to look at shuri. “you having fun?” she rolled her eyes in annoyance and you laughed.

“shut up, you know i hate clubs,”

“i honestly don’t get why you dislike them so much. they can be pretty fun,”

“i don’t get what’s fun about paying 15 dollars for one drink and then dancing with a bunch of strangers and ending the night by crying in a disgusting bathroom,”

you laughed at her oversimplification of clubbing.

“well, when you’re with the right people, club nights aren’t that bad. unless you’re with a dirty skank who ditches you the moment you get here,” you said and took a large sip of your drink.

shuri looked taken aback and slightly offended at your answer. “was that a dig at maya?”

“what?! no,” you scoffed and tried to hide your lie. shuri knew something was up with you.

“is there something you want to tell me, y/n? something about maya?”

you sighed. maybe trying to talk to shuri might help you.

oh god. you were SO wrong.

“look, it’s not that i don’t like maya. she seems pretty alright. i just get a bad vibe from her,” you mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t hear you. but alas! for the heart shaped herb blessed her with enhanced hearing.

“why do you dislike her? and don’t tell me you don’t, cause i catch the way you glare at her whenever she comes nearby. she’s just trying to get along with you,” you could tell that shuri was starting to get pissed off. you didn’t wanna fight with her, especially at the club her girlfriend owns. so you tried to be as nice as your drunk ass could be.

“shuri, i’m your best friend! it’s my job to be wary of the people you surround yourself with. i’m just trying to keep you safe,”

“safe? oh please, you’re just jealous that i love maya and not you,” she spat out.

ouch. that stung.

at that point, you decided to just give up. clearly, shuri wasn’t going to believe you. so why bother?

you grabbed your purse with your phone and stormed off. maybe shuri tried to call for you. maybe she didn’t. you couldn’t hear much anyways as the club music blasted through your ears. you moved to a part of the club where shuri wouldn’t be able to see you. you managed to glance at riri who was talking to the waitress from earlier. you smiled at the sight.

at least one of us is having fun tonight.

you started moving your body to the beat of the music. the alcohol finally affected you as you lost the burning sensation in your heart. a girl came up to you and began to dance with you. you thought, ‘ah what the hell’ and danced with her. for a moment, you forgot about all of it. maya. shuri. everything. you lost yourself in the music and whined your hips, slowly stopping your movements when you saw maya stealthily walking up to the elevator and going to the third floor.

now, a normal person would just forget about it and continue dancing. maybe get another drink. some food. hell, a normal person might’ve even decided that they partied enough and would’ve left to go back home.

but you weren’t normal. not at all.

so you did what you originally planned to do. you left the dance floor and followed maya to the third floor, trying your best to avoid all the guards littered everywhere. she turned to go to another side of the floor, but you unfortunately didn’t see that and so you began to investigate.

somehow, you sobered up fast and your feet led you to the room at the farthest end of the hallway. the door was, surprisingly, unlocked which in hindsight was not a good sign, but then again, you were too invested to catch maya than to care about that.

the room wasn’t brightly lit, so you used your phone torch to see better. you saw a drawing board with a bunch of papers about shuri, her inventions, her security passwords, her secrets.

you took a picture of that before turning to the computer in front of you. you opened it up and it asked for a password or touch ID. you sighed and looked around the room, when you spotted some tape and a bookshelf with one book popping out. you looked at the title: beginners guide to hacking into servers.

you chuckled to yourself. holy shit, i was right all along.

there was an ink stain with a few fingerprints surrounding it. she must’ve tried to clean it up and made the stain worse by accident. you took a small piece of tape, put it over the fingerprint, and gently peeled it off. then, you moved the tape to the pad of the computer for the touch ID, and it unlocked the device.

there were multiple folders and they were all messy and disorganised, but a few caught your eye.

there was one folder titled ‘work’. you opened it and were welcomed with a billion documents. one of them titled ‘wakandan weaponry database’.

turns out, the file had tons of classified information that other countries could’ve used to take down wakanda. it was filled to the brim with details about wakanda’s army, their architecture, and ‘potential spots to attack’.

your gut instinct was right. maya was bad news. she was trying to harm the country you loved so dearly. the country where your love resides. but why? what was her motive?

quickly taking pictures of all those documents, you shut the laptop and got up from the desk, rummaging around to try and find maya’s real identity.

unfortunately, your ‘snooping around session’ was cut short.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

JDHDNSHSHSYSWH I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS

should i make a tag list for part 2?

#shuri x reader #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri #letitia wright #i don’t like maya #this took so long to write #i hope you guys liked it #queen of simps does it again

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bestfriend491 · 2 years ago

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Worthy

|Request Number 3.

Okoye x Fem Reader

Summary: Okoye's not used to this kind of love. You make sure that she knows to get used to it.

Word Count : 4.5k

Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: None

Day 1

The early morning light hit the ground as the sun rose. You stood in your private hangar next to your quinjet, holding a heavy bag in front of you as you stared into Okoye's eyes.

"Don't miss me too much, General," you joked, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle, not knowing what to say to her.

You were in a strange stage in your relationship. Things were still fresh, you'd only been trying your relationship out for 5 months.

You told anyone that asked that you were 'trying things out'; mostly because Okoye wasn't fully ready for a relationship.

To quote her words; "I'm not sure if I'm cut out to maintain a relationship."

What she had really meant to say to you was that she had been hurt in so many past relationships, that she wasn't sure if her heart could take another heartbreak.

You could feel her hesitancy, and you had tried to assure her that you were in it seriously for months before she agreed to even go on a date with you, and when that day had finally come, Okoye had to force herself to slow her heart down to where her head was.

She liked you.

You were great.

But great things rarely ever stayed permanent for her.

She wasn't sure if it was everyone else that was the problem, or if it was her. Realistically in her head, she was the common denominator in all of those relationships, and even though she always saw love between close people in her life, she couldn't help but feel like love might have not been for her.

Aneka and Ayo had the best communication as a couple, something that Okoye craved but had never gotten to in her own relationships.

T'Challa and Nakia had once had passion that was undeniable. Okoye wasn't sure that this was something she wanted, but still she had never had it in her relationships before.

There were countless more examples of couples that had a special something that split them up from the rest of the crowd.

Okoye wanted something like all of them, and you could have held all of those qualities and more. Her heart was just something that Okoye treasured very dearly, and her personality made it hard to know when to let her guard down.

You fought though, and slowly, you were breaking down some of the barriers that she had built.

Okoye had silently enjoyed your company, never rejecting your date invitations. She made sure to give you a chance, and it had been working so far.

You were smart and passionate. You communicated more than effectively and most importantly, you cared.

You were possibly the most caring person to grace Earth's soil in her eyes. You cared for many people and you were always willing to help people.

More importantly though, you cared for yourself. You never spread the same harmful self talk that constantly went through her mind about herself.

"I'll try not to accept anyone else's courting advances while you are gone." Okoye was using her best sarcasm today, not wanting to worry you with her seemingly ridiculous feelings of insecurity.

You smiled at her, adjusting the strap on your bag so as to not drop it.

You were leaving for a long mission. Something required of you every year because of your job.

It wasn't anything too dangerous. There would possibly be a fight or two, but you were an intelligent spy, who rarely left room for error.

You'd be gone for at least 3 months though, as you'd be surveying more than a dozen countries on your trip and gaining all the lost Intel needed for Wakanda.

You and Okoye had silently been arguing about the entire thing. Not a word was spoken when she found out about your annual trip. Instead, your eyes did all the talking. Only the two of you would know exactly what was really being said.

Okoye nodded down, "I don't want you to go."

You took her hand in yours, "I'll be back in no time."

Okoye put on a fake smile trying to hide her fears, but a watery tear betrayed her, "I don't think I'll be able to handle it."

When she let that tear drop that night, you hugged her as tightly as she'd allow you, a way to say, "I'll do anything in my power to make it work."

You weren't sure if she had been able to get that message though, because for 2 weeks after that she had avoided you as much as she could. She was never at the palace when you were, she'd ignore your messages and she refused to explain herself. To you, she was processing the information and it was taking longer than usual.

In actuality, Okoye was internally mourning the relationship in those 2 weeks. Her walls were building up again and although she didn't want to let go of you, her brain was telling her it had to happen.

It was you who brought her out of mourning the following week though, making it your mission to get her to talk to you.

She still wasn't fully transparent with you, but your response was not like that of her previous partners' ones.

You gave her space and time, but you never left.

When she felt ready to at least try, for your sake, she let you in, and you let her stay as silent as she wanted.

Now, 2 weeks later, it was time for you to go.

Your personal quinjet was ready to go, and all that you would need was loaded.

You had requested that only Okoye see you off, not wanting people around you to distract you from the one person that really mattered.

You leaned in, placing your forehead against hers. Letting yourself absorb the final minutes with her.

Your throat was tightened, much like Okoye, who could barely speak.

"What's wrong?" You whispered, looking into her teary eyes.

She didn't separate your foreheads to wipe her tears like she would for anyone else. Instead, she let a few tears flow.

She also shook her head. Not wanting to tell you. She didn't want to be called needy or overbearing. She didn't want you to pick on her for feeling so much. It wasn't like a Dora to display this much emotion anyway.

"Don't worry. It's just a me thing. It doesn't matter. "

You shook your head now, moving to place a soft kiss on her forehead. You used your free hand to wipe the tears away

"Whatever matters to you matters to me, you’re important to me." You said.

Okoye looked at you, not having ever gotten such a considerate response to her breakdown.

She wasn't sure what to say now. Her head still told her to keep quiet, but her heart could feel that she could tell you anything.

Seeing her struggle, you decided to not push any further. It would be tough enough to let you go without baring her soul to you.

"You’re so strong, Okoye. And brave—but I wish you knew you don’t always have to be." You put down your bag, taking in both of her hands.

You continued, "I'm here, if you ever need someone to help you shoulder those burdens."

With that, you kissed her tentatively. Letting her let go of her mask.

She let you take the reins, needing the reassurance of your lips caressing hers more than anything.

Your fingers intertwined, letting the both of you feel one another.

When your lips departed, you felt a tear of your own fall, letting go of her hand to wipe it away.

"I love you," you blurted out. Okoye's eyes widened, not having expected that. The sound of her heart racing could be heard from a ways away. Seeing her reaction, you smiled.

"Don't say anything. Just keep that in mind while I'm gone. I love you, Okoye. And I'm coming back."

Day 2

You turned your bead around to show her your temporary place of living.

"I've never seen such a hideous hideaway." Okoye laughed at your words as she sat in her home, listening to you finish rambling on about your journey to the first country you needed to be in.

"If you ask me, it's not much worse than your house."

You gasped at her words, placing your hand on your heart to show how 'hurt' you were.

"My house is simple and efficient." You defended.

"More like uncomfortably small and impractical."

That got a chuckle out of you, and Okoye got to see your beautiful smile. It calmed her anxiety in some ways. Seeing that you were still safe. She knew that that wasn't much, as you hadn't even started the work part of the trip, but just knowing that for just a short amount of time, you were safe made her less worried about you.

She took a few deep breaths as she tried to wash those anxious thoughts away. Those breaths only induced a deep yawn to fall from her lips.

You noted that down as a sign that you probably needed to call it a night.

When she saw that you were hesitating to continue, she smiled at you- not sure what to say. She wanted to ask you not to leave just yet. To give her a moment to prepare herself for the racing thoughts that would flood her mind when she could no longer see you.

Then you continued, "I know that I've just complained the whole night but I really appreciate your support, Okoye."

Her heart couldn't help but feel warm at your appreciation.

That night, she slept with a bit more ease than the last.

Day 3 Message from you: Thank you for listening to me ramble last night. I really appreciated the open ear, sthandwa.

Day 5

"So how was today?" She asked after 2 days without you calling.

She wanted to squeeze in as much time with you as possible but she was on night duty.

"It was a tough day today, but everything's better when you're with me, so I'm going to pretend you actually are for tonight. I love you."

She let those words sink in, starting to feel a sense of calm.

Day 7

When Okoye saw your incoming call to her, she completely forgot that she was currently on duty, as she rushed to find a corner to talk to you by.

“Sthandwa sam!” you said as you saw her face appear.

“You didn’t call yesterday?” She enquired.

Your face crinkled in worry as you thought about what to say. It wasn’t like you had been on a dangerous mission- you had merely just fallen asleep before you could call.

“I’m sorry. I fell asleep after my patrol around the city.”

Okoye frowned at that, having been up all night wondering if you were safe. You could tell from her expression that she had really needed that call.

She let out a cough, clearing her throat. “It’s fine. You need your sleep.”

“ Did you need something, Okoye? I’m here now.”

“No! I’m fine. I just had a long night, that’s all.”

You hummed in contemptment, not satisfied with your answer but also very cautious of how far you could push Okoye to open up.

Okoye herself wanted you to pry for those answers. She wanted to ask you for that reassurance, but her past relationships kept popping up in her head. Every time she was told that she was a burden. Every time that her displays of emotion weren’t taken seriously. And those memories stuck.

She wouldn’t allow that to happen to her again.

Day 42

For 15 days, you had been radio silent. Okoye was losing her mind trying to keep track of your possible location, but your job required full secrecy, meaning that until your missions were over, you swore not to disclose any details about where you were.

Of course, this came with the exemption of if you were injured, because then you could connect your Kimoyo Beads back to Shuri’s network and she could locate you.

Seeing as you hadn't, Okoye was less on edge about you being hurt. She was just really anxious for your return. She wanted you back on Wakandan ground more than anything, and she hadn’t felt the urge to be with someone like this since her wedding day, when she so badly wanted to be with W’Kabi for the rest of her life.

After so long with him, and how badly the relationship had ended, she didn’t ever stop to see how flawed their relationship had been in the first place. How her feelings were never fully considered in his decision making.

The divorce being so long ago, Okoye felt embarrassed that she was still in that state of despair. She was no longer in love with him, but a part of her was still healing from him, and from all the people that came before him.

She had spoken only briefly about her current mental state to Ayo, who had suggested she find a place where she could be alone to be free to do whatever she needed to feel better. She had even offered to take on the General position temporarily while Okoye took a break but she refused.

What good was she if she was loveless and bad at her job. She needed to be settled and stable in at least one of them. So she kept coming to work, and she kept going through the routine of coming back home to await your calls, only for you to not answer her messages or give a signal that you were okay.

For 15 days she sat in her pool of self-pity, realising how much she loved you in ways that were passionate yet reserved.

On that 16th day, when she received that call from you just as she arrived home, her heart had skipped a beat or two.

“My love, are you okay?” She asked you as she tried to inspect your face through the holograph screen. You turned yourself around and pretended to check yourself for injuries to show her that you were fine.

“I missed you.” she whispered as she sat to hear your explanation for your disappearance.

You told her about the highly dangerous group of assassins that were in connection with a huge gang in the country you were in.

You needed to arrest all of the assassins as they had killed a cluster of people trying to invade one of the outreach centres.

You had gotten into contact with them on a patrol and they had found you, so you had to evacuate the area and cut contact with the world for a while, figuring out how they had found you. Once you fixed the issue, you were free to call your love again.

But now you explained what you needed from Okoye. You needed her help more than her loving conversation.

“You want me to help you hatch a plan? I’m not a spy though.” she mentioned, surprised by your request.

"I value your judgement."

So Okoye helped you, and the two of you made a plan as good as perfect as you could get.

"I love how well you understand me." you said hours after you had finished the plan, holding eye contact with the now sleepy-eyed General.

You could barely tell if she was still awake, her eyes closed but her smile indicating that she was still conscious.

“I love you.” she whispered out of nowhere, causing you to become a lot less tired than before, you sat up from your position on your bed, replaying the moment over and over again.

“What did you just say?” you asked excitedly. She let out a yawn, and opened her eyes to look at you. “I said; I love you.”

Okoye had been sitting on that statement for months, and she felt like if she didn’t let that out soon, she would lose something that felt so promising. What was the risk of heartbreak compared to the risk of losing the best lover she had ever had?

For the rest of the night, you stared into each other’s eyes until you fell asleep,

Day 54

The moment your quinjet landed in the palace hangar, Shuri was opening the door to get you to her lab. You had been stabbed from behind on your mission to get the assassins, and although you had succeeded in capturing all of them and sending them to have their own judgement days, you were still hit with a surprise attack from the last assassin before you got her too.

You were back in Wakanda for a few days, just to let Shuri heal you up and although you had tried to make your arrival strategic enough for Okoye to not be working when you showed up injured, she still stood ready to carry you right behind Shuri, her body as tense as ever.

Shuri got to work on you, while Okoye waited outside of the lab, aggressively wiping her tears away as she remembered your current state.

Shuri had been quick to call Okoye to come with her when she had gotten a signal that you were injured and returning to Wakanda. Although Okoye knew that you were just trying to protect her from seeing you hurt, she still felt frustrated from the fact that you hadn’t called her or given her a signal.

She also felt embarrassed that she was reacting exactly how you probably had predicted she would. Weakly.

She had bared her heart to you only 12 days before, and now she was acting like she had been with you for years. It would be too confusing for you to understand. She needed to pull herself together so that you wouldn’t try to search for answers.

“Okoye…” Shuri’s voice came from her lab, Okoye stood up straighter, wiping the final remaining tears.

“She is perfectly fine. You can go see her now.” Okoye took no time to leave Shuri’s gaze of pity to go and see you.

You were still conscious when she saw you on the gurney looking out into the city landscape. You turned around to look her way, allowing her to hug you from your right side and sit down next to you.

“I know that you have something to say, Okoye. You can talk to me.”

“I feel like I do things to jeopardise myself sometimes.” she said.

“Such as?”

“ Saying… I love you.” She said, looking into your eyes to see the anger build up. Surprisingly, your eyes softened at her words.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready.” you said, taking her hand in yours.

“I want to be ready, and my heart is ready, but then stuff like this happens and my head tells me to do anything to ruin us. So I won’t get hurt.”

You kissed her hand, "No matter what happens.” then you kissed it again. “No matter what you do.” and again.

“No matter how you try to push me away, I will always love you. I swear it.”

It was refreshing to get that reassurance, and for the first time, Okoye didn’t want to run away from the hard things in your relationship.

You left 3 days later, feeling good enough to go to the safer countries on your list. You tried to keep in contact with Okoye for as many days as possible, sending her sweet messages and saying loving things to her when you talked. There were always a few days that stuck out to Okoye. Days where your words helped her feel good.

On Day 67 you told her that you loved how she knew how to make her laugh. She had never considered herself funny or calming in any way, so you saying that gave a slight nudge of confidence in her value as a person.

On Day 74 you told her the world was perfect because of her, and without her the world would be meaningless. It was a text, as you were working, but she had nearly let a tear slip when she read it later on in the night.

The next day, she asked you to move in with her. It was random, and spontaneous. Something you were more likely to have suggested, but she was adamant that she was ready for that type of step. You had figured that 7 months of dating would warrant her wanting to take things further, but you had only really known that you were officially together for just over 2 months.

She offered her house, considering how much she hated your house's size. You laughed at her once again teasing your house knowing that it was justified. The house was built for kids fresh out of highschool that wanted to gain independence from their families, but you had never moved out in the many years that came after you had graduated.

You travelled away most of the time anyway, so you had found the concept of moving into a bigger house to be pointless.

You didn’t fight her on moving in with her, and you agreed that you were ready to move in with her just as much as she was.

You were scheduled to return to Wakanda permanently in 16 days, so Okoye offered to go to your house and collect your stuff. She really just wanted to surprise you with a nice welcome home.

The last memorable thing you said to her was on Day 81. You just said that she looked like a goddess when you saw her, and her face had flushed. She got jittery and couldn’t control her smile thinking about you for the rest of the day.

Day 91

"Sthandwa sam, I'm sorry." You said, still sitting in the hideout house of the last country you were meant to go to.

Okoye sighed, "It's not your fault. Mission delays happen. I'm just disappointed, sthandwa."

Conveniently the day you were supposed to come home, another group of assassins had made their presence known. Okoye had worked tirelessly to get everything done for your arrival, but you had called her only hours before you were meant to return, to tell her the bad news. You had to stay there until everyone was taken care of.

Okoye had been doing okay with her anxiety about both herself and your relationship, but the situation had cut her progress back in half.

“Okoye, talk to me. Please. I know you have something you need to let off your chest.”

She let out a shaky breath, “I can handle the missions, and I can handle you working long hours. I'm just not sure if I can handle feeling like your personal burden. I know you wanted to help bare the load but it's hard letting people see you bare. It's hard having you see my flaws- I mean why would you want someone so emotionally closed off and unstable? You don't deserve that." Your heart broke at that, and all you wanted to do was be home with her in your arms. But you couldn’t do that now, so you had to just give her your words.

"I want only you, Okoye. That means all of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you, and only you, Sthandwa sam.” you said "I love you."

“I love you.” she replied,

Day 101

After 3 months and 2 weeks, you were finally home. You had been dismissed to leave in the early hours of the morning, so you had decided to head straight there, not notifying anybody. Your feet hit the ground of your hangar, where your quinjet sat, looking slightly more used than it had when you first left.

Your first instinct was to go to your old address, which was only 10 minutes away, but you soon remembered that you no longer lived there, and the place had most likely been given to a student at Wakanda University.

You lived with Okoye now. That fact brought a smile to your face, and your need to see her only became stronger.

You knew that she was going to be at the palace, so you made your way there.

As you walked down the streets in the city, you observed what had changed. More houses were on the east side and some new technology had been installed, much like how it was most of the times that you travelled and came back home.

When you made it to the palace, more people greeted you, and you were forced to take a more discreet path to the training grounds, where you knew she would be. When you got there, you again had to sneak around to get in without a commotion.

You entered to see Okoye facing away from you on the far end of the room, where she was giving constructive criticism to the trainees before dismissal. One of them must have seen you sitting down in silence, because soon- and much worse, before Okoye had dismissed them, everyone in the room had left in a hurry while smiling at you and giving you a salute.

“Where are you all going!” Okoye yelled, but they continued steaming out of the door. Okoye turned around now, prompting you to stand up and fix your appearance.

When her eyes landed on you, they grew wide. Her breath hitched as you walked towards her.

She walked too, meeting you halfway.

You both crashed into each other, your embrace leaving no room in between the two of you. You stood there, absorbing each other’s presence, letting the tears flow.

Okoye allowed herself to let all of the emotion out, being glad that the trainees had left before seeing their General so emotional. She would never live it down if they hadn’t.

You separated yourself from her, just enough to kiss her softly, Your lips lingered after, your foreheads connecting as you continued to hold each other.

“I love you.” “ I love you.” you both said in unison.

Hours later, you laid in your now shared bedroom; your fingers intertwined. You both looked up as you brought in her hand and kissed it.

You were the last one to say anything, “I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow." Okoye knew it too, and for the first time, she wasn’t scared that it was a lie.

For years, she had believed that she was the problem. That she was too much to handle and that she was the reason her relationships never lasted.

She thought she was crazy for not always feeling secure with her exes.

She was told to grow up and get over it, and she did, but the doubts never went away.

She liked touch but never enough for her to feel good about herself.

With you, she realised that she wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t immature or dramatic.

She just needed to be told that she was worth something, even if in small ways. She needed to know that she brought her partner happiness, and that she was beautiful and that her emotional days weren't an impossible challenge to face.

You'd shown her what everyone else in her life couldn't.

You showed her that she was worthy.

Author's Note: okay, now I'm officially back. I even did a revamp of the blog, if you noticed the colour and theme change. I hope you enjoyed and I'm looking forward to putting out more content again.

#okoye x reader #general okoye #okoye one shot #okoye #black panther #dora milaje #okoye fluff #black panther okoye #okoye x fem reader #okoye angst

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miles-has-insomnia · 6 months ago

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“outside the scope”

pairing: ayo x aneka

requested by my mootie tootie @ayoxaneka

summary: so we all saw that lil deleted scene between Ayo, Okoye, Aneka, and the rest of the Dora Milaje but I wanted to add a little more depth to that argument of sum sort (if you haven't watched it you should probably or you'll be a little confused) and I'm thinking of adding another part of like how they made up cus I mean obviously they did if they were kissing in the end

warnings: dis shi sadd, no happy ending its kinda open tbh unless yall want that part two

Bold is in Xhosa

Never had Ayo thought she would be in this position. On one hand, was her love and best friend on the other was her duty to Wakanda. She couldn't let Okoye board that Talon Fighter under no circumstances the Queen made it crystal clear. But to point her spear in the direction of the woman who taught her everything she knew. It felt unreal.

Amidst it all she hadn't considered how Aneka might've felt. Her love was also a long-time friend of Okoye and she was just as distraught if not more when she lost her position as General. But unlike Ayo, when she was ordered to possibly kill her friend immediately she started to question her duty to the throne. Now all was said and done but Aneka was still shaken up and as everyone left the two lovers still stood there reflecting on tonight's events waiting to see who would break the silence.

"Permission to speak" Aneka spoke up finally cutting through the tension. For the first time that night, Ayo dared to face the new Captain. Her face filled with so many conflicted emotions it made the General's heartache. The only sign that Ayo had heard her question was a small nod of acknowledgment.

"Beloved" she continued "What harm can come from Okoye searching for her?" That question alone told Ayo that this would not be an easy conversation. But Aneka was never one to back down when things were hard, ever the rebellious spirit that she so loved. "It is outside the scope of your duty, Soldier" she dismissed rather quickly; too quickly in fact for Aneka's liking. Soldier? any other day the Captain wouldn't mind that title but in this moment she wasn't addressing her as the general she was addressing her as Ayo her girlfriend, her love, her everything.

A new question now arose one neither one of them was sure they could handle the answer to. "And if I step outside my scope of duty will you also point your spear at me." The silence that followed told her all she needed to know this person she was talking to wasn't her Ayo anymore, and deep down the Captain knew what she was about to do was unfair in fact that question alone was unfair. There was no way Ayo could choose between Wakanda and her love or at least not at that very moment so she would choose for her. With trembling hands and glossed over eyes Aneka attempted to hand over her spear.

The General spoke up but it was only a whisper as that was all she could manage without breaking down. "Don't do this" she pleaded so weakly. But it was too late her beloved had already made up her mind. Shoving her spear in the General's hands she took in an unstable breath. "I'm done" the now-former Captain muttered giving one final salute and walking away. Out of all the times Ayo has ever seen Aneka walk past her this one right here was by far the most painful. It felt so final almost like she wasn't just walking away from being a Dora but walking away from their relationship as well.

Long after she had left Ayo stood there with her girlfriend's spear not quite sure what to do. When Okoye had been the General and she was faced with the same question she was prepared to eliminate W'kabi for Wakanda if that was necessary. But put in the same situation would Ayo be able to do so. The answer was complicated, she didn't know to be fully honest. But what she did know now was that she needed to go get her girlfriend back.

-- whew chile that took a lot out of me!! my lazy ah is exhausted but I love these two to death so lemme know if y'all want a part two that's like fluff or sum and I'll try and cook sum up again its not perfect im not really a writer i try

#ayo x aneka #aneka x ayo #black panther #wakanda forever #useless lesbians #angst

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talkingparrotkee · 1 year ago

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Personally, I think there's too much about "Ramonda did this" and "Namor did that," but not enough people realizing how the two characters are just two sides of the same humanity coin. It honestly reeks of media illiteracy and shallow takeaways.

You're not supposed to demonize either of them. What they did was out of their responsibilities as leaders and love for their children. Not only that, but they were at a breaking point after years of torment. They finally snapped after vainly clawing to hold themselves together because they had to be a pillar everyone needed them to be. Everyone around them could fall to their knees in anguish, but not them. They couldn't afford it. Fate was unkind to them, and destiny unjust.

Neither is perfect, but they are human.

That is what makes them relatable, tragic, and compelling characters. While you can find fault in some of their actions, their motives were completely understandable, as is correct.

It's a beautiful tragedy carefully woven by Ryan Coogler and Joe Robert Cole. Consequently, hate seeing surface-level, dumb takes bashing one or the other. It's even worse when these characters get unceremoniously raked across the coals over something as dumb as shipping.

I'm making a case for both Namor and Ramonda for the people in the back.

In the case of Ramonda:

Ramonda is a character who experienced tragedy after tragedy since her debut in the MCU, getting no break for breaking as the sovereign leader of a nation.

She couldn't break when T'Chaka, her husband, died.

She couldn't break when she saw T'Challa, her baby boy fighting to potentially death with a Jabari (what were the odds).

She couldn't break when she discovered her husband kept their nephew a secret and killed his own brother.

She couldn't break when T'Challa supposedly died, being hurled off of Warrior Falls right before her eyes.

She couldn't break when she was run out of her own kingdom by Killmonger being forced to beg the Jabari for refuge.

She couldn't break under her fear as the Jabari closed in on them, having to remain strong, shielding a Shuri.

She couldn't break when she saw her son barely alive, beaten and shrouded in ice.

She couldn't break when her children and therefore the rest of her entire family gotten snapped for five years. She still had to rule and lead "a broken nation through a broken world."

She couldn't break when T'Challa died for real this time from an unknown illness he hid (until it was too late).

She couldn't break seeing Shuri break, wailing for her other half who was ripped away from her.

She couldn't break when feeling the vulturish pressures of other nations trying to destabilize Wakanda and plunder them for their riches, preying on their moment of "weakness."

Shuri, the last and youngest fruit of her tree closest to her bosom, was dangerously dangling over an edge in her immense grief.

This is why Ramonda refused to let her go on field, telling Okoye that "she isn't ready" (the girl was talking about burning the world for crying out loud) and that Namor was dangerous.

No lie was told.

Even so, she hesitantly relented, entrusting Okoye. She also entrusted Shuri and Okoye again when they decided not to fork her over to Namor mid-mission.

What did that get her? A beaten up general and a missing child. It isn't like Ramonda knew Shuri demanded Namor's audience (this was cut from the movie), and her kimoyo beads were not on her for contact.

For all she knew (Namor didn't show her otherwise, let alone build rapport with her), Shuri was in immediate danger. It doesn't matter that we know that Namor wasn't going to hurt her. That's dramatic irony. What matters is, Ramonda didn't know.

There is no wonder as to why Queen Mother snapped.

Was it recklessly instigative to lure out Namor and send a war dog into his home with an "any means necessary" order? Yes. Was it not the best choice to spend precious time getting Nakia and involve her into something she was retired from? Sure. However, you must consider her circumstances. She was in a place of desperation and went to her last resorts.

Again, the first and rightfully lasting impression she got from Namor was that he is dangerous.

The first meeting with this man was him shaking the table, demonstrating his pure audacity by making demands or giving threats ("I have more soldiers than this land has blades of grass"), and being scarily ominous. He breeched their security and was not alone.

Namor had his warriors ambush them at the bridge, despite them (seemingly) retrieving the scientist as he demanded. While it is true they planmed to "break" the "agreement" (I use that term loosely) after meeting Riri, he wouldn't have known that unless he actively spied (doubtful) or just made the assumption of suspicion. This act resulted in Okoye, Wakanda's best warrior and general, frazzled with a taken Princess.

Ramonda didn't know what to expect, but it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to expect the worst in him. Ramonda wasn't going to play Russian roulette with her daughter. This is the one time where she finally broke out, knees buckling from all of the weight, and acted as a mother above all. She also acted in part as a queen, because Shuri is not only the princess, but the apple of Wakanda's eye in many regards. As Shuri told Namor, "Wakanda will not rest" in the darkness of her absence.

What Ramonda knew now when speaking to Namor on the beach (Shuri was safe, Shuri asked to see him, trying to fetch her-breech their waters would be met with an iron fist, blah blah blah) wasn't known then when she made the call (one she couldn't exactly take back here). She couldn't predict a young handmaiden weakly holding Shuri hostage and Nakia having to make the split-second decision to pull the trigger, in far too deep.

The second time she acted as a mother was when saving Riri Williams. Yes, it is true that she could've survived if she didn't swim down for Riri. However, there is a point behind this. It also took her character arc full circle.

In the first movie, Wakanda and its leaders were fine forsaking the lost tribe. They turned their backs and blinded their eyes to the rest of the world. They sacrificed others for themselves. In the second movie, per the choices and changes made by T'Challa, Wakanda and its leaders took a turn for the better. As Letitia Wright said in an interview, Riri was a reflection of T'Challa's choice.

Refusing to have another case of the N'Jadaka, Ramonda, the Queen of Wakanda, broke the cycle. This time, Wakanda sacrificed herself for the lost tribe girl as "if she were one of her own."

In the case of Namor:

Namor is literally just the other side of the same coin. Namor has since lost his immediate family, and at a young age, no less. His father died before he was even born by smallpox (he is the man we see Fen putting jade in the mouth of). His entire village and mother were killed by the same colonial diease before being reborn as Talokanil. He witnessed his mother mourn her homelands and die in her life-long grief. Since he took his first breath, his life wasn't his own. The bracelet Fen was given was a promise of his birthright. He was the first son of the new civilization, destinied to lead it before he could make that decision or understand its weight.

Not only did he have to act as king, but he was viewed as a god. That is so, so much worse when it comes down to expectations or responsibilities.

To add insult to injury, he officially ascended to the throne at such a young age. This all happened during the same day when he:

had to bury his mother

discovered Conquistadors' theft of his ancestral lands he never got to step foot on until then

witnessed slavery

was shot and shouted at in a foreign tongue

was cursed out by a Conquistador priest, interrupting his mother's burial, deeming him a "boy without love" and "son of the devil"

Since then, he didn't have a connection to the surface world. He had no love or trust for it, which only cemented itself as he aged. He spent his life strengthening Talokan, nurturing it, protecting it, trying to experience-revive culture-history deprived from him, and constantly moving it away from the danger of surface man.

Namor's audacity is confirmed partially rooted in the belief that Wakanda should take responsibility for what is and will happen all because they decided to reveal the power of vibranium. It put them all at an immense disadvantage (which is what T'Challa was warned of by Ross in a removed scene). Additionally, Talokan is also more vulnerable than Wakanda and has suffered everything Wakanda feared but never experienced (e.g., colonialization, genocide).

After centuries of moving and preferring to be kept hidden (in other words, he actively chose "peace" and avoiding the problem until he was backed into a corner), the vibranium detector was his last straw. The machine, as said by him, was the sign of the times. They couldn't risk that in any way, hence his extreme actions. There is no disputing that Namor technically was the instigator and a repeated offender at that, but at the same time, you need to look at the context. His hand was forced.

"They came while you spoke to the Queen? We should have never trusted her!" - Namora to Namor in Yucatec-Mayan

Ramonda not only purposefully drawn him out (she tells Nakia that was exactly what she was doing, before giving her the orders) of his home, but sent an "assassin" that took a national threat away while killing two of his "children." One of whom was about Riri's age: a child. She wasn't even a warrior. Namor had to helplessly craddle her as she died. He couldn't do anything as her godking-"father," despite her putting hope and trust in him. That especially makes it more egregious.

If you want to consult the script too, Namor vowed to his mother not to have another Talokanil murdered again. Even if you don't want to take Tenoch's and Ryan's answers in interview questions, it's made amply clear that Namor's attack on Golden City was his form of punishment-retribution, not in his original plans or desires.

From the script,

To the actual cut we had.

Namora is heard stating how much of a risk they were now put in. They have no ensurity Wakanda wouldn't attack them. Shuri has seen their home, equipped with dangerous knowledge. To them, Ramonda-Wakanda has shown capable of killing and going "under the table" while offering a drink above. Let's not even mention how Wakanda has been in contact with other nations and Ramonda threatened to leak their existence.

This realization all happened as Namor was practically having a PTSD trip. We see him hardening, with the same death whistle that played in his flashback, playing then.

Namor snapped.

On the throne, he admits that he was "hypnotized by the panther's tail" that he was blinded by the hope of partnership, an alliance. He endangered all Talokanil and that he seeks to right this wrong. He also says that they will not "move again." At this point, with all of had happened, he-Talokan finally decided to stand up and swing back.

#black panther #wakanda forever #bpwf #princess shuri #shuri black panther #queen ramonda #namor of talokan #mcu namor #marvel mcu #atp I will name names - both nashuri stans and haters need to cool it #ntm on my babies #I do not trust you if you villify Ramonda or Namor

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karisomk · 2 years ago

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He's just a friend, I swear! Pt. 1 Attuma x Okoye Office AU

Song: https://youtu.be/E-uwulZWpak Pairings: Attuma x Okoye Tags: Romance, approaching smut in p2. ,humor with denial of feelings. Summary:

Sometimes secrets don't stay secrets! W'Kabi breaks up with Okoye and with the combination of the stress of her office job. She decides to take a long two-week vacation in Yucatan where she meets a certain man. Both walk into their relationship as being strictly friends with benefits. Any lingering feels were dropped once her vacation was over. That was until Attuma happens to be the new transfer to her department at her office. Things tried to remain a civil level but Attuma has had enough of that. Translation: Chaak Lool = Red Flower

She was surprised to not see Attuma today, considering the other made it his mission to eat with her every afternoon when they worked together. The last time they had spoken, she knew he wanted to go out to a restaurant during their lunch break. And the two spoke about their favorite dishes and favorite restaurants. Raving about Lagos' Chicken Curry, which was her favorite dish, she knew Attuma wanted to try the restaurant with her. This was the most civil conversation they have had so far alone. Finally, Attuma understood that she was in fact a different person at work than on vacation. Or so she thought. The two abruptly stopped speaking to one another once her vacation was officially over and she flew back home. She sat with her feelings of not seeing him again, after all both agreed that this was just sex. A point for them to enjoy themselves and to say fuck her ex-boyfriend W’Kabi. That was until Attuma happened to be the new transfer to her department.

Okoye lifted a brow at the sight of the small black to-go containers with a white foam cup that was sealed with a straw on her desk.

A yellow sticky note was placed beside it that read, "Caught in a meeting but I ordered for you since I wasn't able to ask you to join me for lunch today. Enjoy!" Attuma signed the bottom of it even leaving a little smiley face next to his name. Okoye picked up the sticky note, admiring his cursive penmanship before placing it down. Opening the first large plate container, Okoye perked up at the scent of spices from the Chicken Curry and rice. Opening the second container, she smiled softly recognizing the Malva Pudding. By the time she searched her cabinets for utensils and extra napkins, her stomach growled. Keeping the lights off in her office, she only opened one of her blinds to let the sun in. Enjoying the silence for the hour in a half that was supposed to be her lunch time.

Aneka peaked in while knocking on her doorframe, "It smells good in here. I was going to ask you what you were going to eat for lunch, but I see you already got it. What did you get?"

"Attuma treated me to lunch today and it's Chicken Curry with Malva Pudding," Okoye said moving to grab her drink container. Tilting it slightly to look at the dark hue liquid threw the plastic lid, "Looks like Kirkrade."

Aneka sucked her teeth before rubbing her stomach, " I swear he's always trying to spoil you! Can I have some?!"

"Now you know you are just making things up; yes sure we will eat lunch together" Okoye started to say.

"Well, he decided to join me and kept on eating lunch with me" Okoye snorted while looking for more utensils and a small plate.

"Okoye… He likes to get you tea in the morning, and you said it yourself it is made just the way you like it. "

"Yes, so? That is very considerate of him to do so" Okoye retorted quickly. But in reality, Attuma knew something about her due to spending two weeks in Yucatan together.

"SO! He is determined to spoil you with food and spend time with you. Your little work husband" Aneka flashed a grin and even laughed when Okoye sucked her teeth at her. Though her heart fluttered, she could never tell her that what she had with Attuma was just a fling. Even if she did like him, their understanding of one another in Yucatan was that they would never see one another again.

And yet, Attuma was now her new coworker that transferred in.

Spreading some of the chicken curry and rice on a plate, Okoye even shared some of the pudding with Aneka. Aneka was practically humming after the second bite, Okoye chewed slowly savoring the flavors.

"It tastes like it came from Lagos. Not that many places over here know how to make Chicken Curry correctly."

"Isn't that like your favorite place to go, yeah?"

"Mm, it is. He did mention that he wanted to try it with me one day during our lunch breaks."

"Ah, Okoye. I'm telling you right now to go out on a date with that man." Aneka said in a hushed tone.

"We are just friends; you could be reading too much besides Attuma could be seeing someone. " Okoye countered. Not that she cared or anything, though she ignored the way her chest tightened at the thought.

"I see women attempting to flirt with him, but he's always brief with them but that's not the case with you" Aneka pointed out.

Okoye grew quiet about that, deciding to just eat more of her food, though her mind betrayed her.

Blankets and towels were neatly spread across the white sand, a picnic basket half empty while clothing from both of them was scattered around them. Large hands that firmly squeezed her buttocks while she rode him slowly, their moans muffled by bright blue waves crashing onto the beach. "Stay with me Okoye, it is beautiful here and-" he trailed, rolling his hips upwards in emphasis, erupting a moan from Okoye in response. "And we won't be far from one another either." Attuma gave that crooked smile, his full cheeks showing off his dimples when Okoye swatted at his arms.

"Hey, Okoye. Oi, earth to Okoye" Aneka chimed, waving slightly to get her attention.

Okoye blinked away at one of the many memories she had with Attuma in Yucatan.

"You, okay?"

"Mm, just a little tired" Okoye lied softly, but luckily Aneka didn't press the issue. Aneka glanced at her phone, "Hey, I'll catch up with you later. I know Ayo wanted to meet up before lunchtime is over."

“Tell your husband, I said thank you for the food too!"

Okoye parted her lips to deny that title once more, but Aneka scurried out of her office before she could say anything.

Finally finishing her food in peace until she heard another knock on her door, this time Attuma stood in her doorway with a coffee cup and a small box of food in his hand.

“Hey, how was it?” Attuma closed the door behind him, taking up Aneka’s seat near Okoye’s desk with a sigh. Worry showed on his temple and yet he smiled softly at her.

“It was wonderful, thank you for treating me.”

“You’re very welcome, chaak lool”

“What did I tell you about calling me that here?”

“But it is just us right now in your office, alone.” Attuma placed his container on his desk leaning back into the chair.

“Attuma-..”

‘Unless, you are worried about your ex-boyfriend wondering why I call you that. Does he still bother you like he did when you were with me?” Attuma flashed a teasing grin even as Okoye rolled her eyes.

“That’s none of your business.” Okoye stood up, gathering her empty containers from her desk to toss in her wastebin by her door.

“But it was my business when you wanted me to answer your phone while we were fucking each other. How much you wanted W’Kabi to know that you were no longer interested in him after the stunt he pulled with you. ” Attuma quipped back.

“KEEP your voice down,” Okoye hissed.

Attuma stood up placing his cup on her desk moving close to Okoye, “If someone is listening that would be their fault.”

Okoye placed her hand on her door handle, tempted to just leave him in her office but Attuma placed a hand on the door while he looked down at Okoye.

Closing the space slightly between them, “Chaak Lool. Are you done playing like you don't miss me like I miss you?”

“I don’t miss you, we were just-” Okoye trailed off when she was pulled closer to him, being trapped between the door and Attuma.

She avoided those warm eyes she had come to know well, until she felt one of those large hands grasp her chin to make her look up at him. Her grip still on the door handle only tightened, inhaling his lovely earthy cologne.

“And so, what. If we were just fucking, that’s our business like before,” Attuma injected quietly, letting his thumb brush against her bottom lip.

Okoye’s lips parted when Attuma moved closer, her legs pressed tightly to cease the throbbing in her sex. She did miss him, so terribly. Touching herself wasn’t the same nor was the few times she did sleep with W’Kabi.

So much for being civil with one another.

Okoye's faint moan was muffled by Attuma crushing his lips against hers, their tongues brushing against one another while she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. Attuma let his hands roam over Okoye, tracing every curve with familiarity and need. Light squeezes to her breast that made her moan slightly against his lips. His hands gripping her skirt, pulling and hiking it up to touch more of her thighs.

Okoye’s desk phone rang loudly, yanking both from their steamy moment with one another. Attuma hadn’t exactly moved but merely pressed a kiss to Okoye’s neck in hope she would just let it ring. But when she pushed past him, he made no effort to stop her but instead sighed to himself.

#fanfiction #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #au fic #attuma #mcu okoye #okoyuma

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cyb3rscoups · 2 years ago

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Love Me Not

A/N: Baby daddy therapy sessions. Finally looking into why everybody is so hostile

Links to ao3 and the rest of series will be posted in due time...

So they had agreed that therapy was much needed and the next session with Namor was quite awkward to start.

With Okoye rattling off apologies for her behavior and Attuma promising that he would be more open to what ever he wanted to know, Namor was more than happy to take the couple back in but not without knowing what brought on the sudden change in attitude.

Okoye’s avoidance of eye contact and Attuma’s continuous clearing of his throat led Namor to one conclusion.

“Is sex always how you two make up?” He shook his head, jotting down the note for future reference.

“Mostly…yeah.” Okoye shrugged, still struggling to meet his eyes on the matter.

His dark orbs scared her a bit as if all Namor needed was a glance into her own eyes and he could lay out ever secret and trauma she held in her being.

“Well…It’s something. Not very healthy frankly.”

“Why not?” Attuma leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It seems to work just fine.” A smirk played on his lips as his mind danced in flashbacks of their ‘activities’

“It work’s temporarily. I love the confidence but how long does it take for you to be at each other’s throat again? Not to mention your children, it is not healthy for their growing minds to witness such highs and lows of your relationship.”

Okoye shifted on her seat, placing a hand to Attuma’s shoulder as they were notably seated closer than before. “They do ask questions, Tuma.”

“Yeah, they do. Alright. So then what? What can we do?”

Namor smiled. “You can talk.”

The concept seemed impossible. Talking was never just talking for them. There were times too often where the talking was flooded with shade and unnecessary hits at each other that the other would take too personally. Talking always turned to yelling. And when they didn’t feel like yelling anymore, they fucked to get the anger out of their systems.

“Attuma, I want to test something out with you.” Namor set his journal down and looked between the two adults.

“Alright.”

“How do you feel about Okoye? Generally of course.”

Attuma shrugged relaxing into the couch and glancing over at his woman. “I love you.”

Sincerity, Namor thought.

A slight roll in Okoye’s eyes and a scoff, as she slapped his shoulder lightly. “Stop it. Be honest.”

“Why do you always doubt me?” Attuma chuckled, attempting to hide his disdain for her constant rebuttal.

“Cause you’re full of shit.” Okoye sucked her teeth and scooted away from him, creating some space between them as her walls started to go up.

Attuma shifted up in his seat and furrowed his brows, slightly stammering for words as Okoye crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off once again.

“Now hang on.” Namor intervened making the couple shift their eyes to him. “Okoye, how come you don’t believe he loves you?”

“Because! The word is loose. It’s rare these days anyone says they love and really mean it.”

“Who made you believe that?”

Only one person flashed her mind when the question hit and for the first time ever, she met Namor’s eyes. Her jaw slacked open as she tried to think of some diversion or lie but the smile that toyed on Namor’s features had told her that it was too late to come up with some half assed fib.

“Okoye?” Attuma’s hand was on her thigh, squeezing the skin as he watched a tear fall from her eyes. “Baby-“

“My father. Momma always hated him. Said his love was fake. That anyone that claimed to love would just break me.”

“Okoye-“

“Don’t touch me!” She shot up, smacking his hand away from her skin and wiping her tears. “I- I wanna go home!”

“You can’t run away every time you don’t like something, Okoye.” Namor scolded the woman as she marched towards the office door.

“Fuck you!”

“Okoye!” Attuma shot up just as the door swung open and shut behind her. “What the hell was that?!”

Namor sighed, slouching further in his seat as he shrugged. “She needs to heal. Her version of love is all screwed thanks to the relationship she witnessed between her parents. The exact same relationship she is replicating with you. She will never find any truth in your words until she heals.”

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The next day, Okoye ignored him profusely. Not even a mumbled ‘good morning’ when she woke up. She went straight to the shower and got herself ready for the day.

She ignored him as he asked if she wanted to talk and she got the girls ready for school all by herself.

“They don’t want me at base until later this afternoon.” Attuma watched the coffee maker brew. “Was thinking we could take the girls out.”

“Can’t. I have clients and they have school.” Okoye’s hands covered in suds as she washed what dishes were dirty from cooking.

“They can miss one day of school, Okoye and the salon would not burst into flames without you.”

“You are literally the military parent. Yet, you let them do whatever they wish.”

“They’re kids. They should have a childhood beyond school.”

“I don’t want to argue with you about this. It’s not happening. Kids! Let’s go!”

The girls tumbled into the kitchen, handing their mother their plates and lining up by the front door.

Once they were out of earshot, Attuma leaned into Okoye, dipping his head and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “If this is about therapy-“

“I never want to see that man again.”

“He’s trying to help.” Okoye rolled her eyes, pulling away from him only to have his arm pull her back in, flush against his chest. “And it would work if you quit being so closed off.”

“I don’t want to talk about this either.” She shoved his arms away from a huff and grabbed her keys. “Babies, go get in the car.” She opened the front door, unlocking the vehicle from where she stood.

“We’re good, Attuma.”

“Okoye-“

“For now! So do not test me.”

#attuma #alex livinalli #attoye #attuma x okoye #attoye fanfic #black panther #okoye x attuma #wakanda forever #danai gurira #mcu okoye #baby daddy chronicles

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mal-urameshi · 1 year ago

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Since I have a weak heart, I need you to write the fluffiest fic about our girls.

Maybe about how they reunite after a long time apart… OR maybe they just moved in together 🤔

No rush though, I know you got big things coming for you 😁

A Fluffy fic, for big sis’ weak heart.

Guys I'm slightly tipsy writing this. But you all wanted to be fed. I had to come thru.

Shuri paced around as the Royal Talon Fighter zipped through the sky, “Can you fly this thing any faster, Okoye? Her last examination is going to be called any minute now.”

Okoye rolled her eyes as she concentrated on piloting the aircraft, “We are traveling well past High-hypersonic speeds. We’ll have more than enough time for you to greet her.”

Shuri blew an irritated puff of air.

She was finally going to visit Riri again. It had been almost nine months since she was able to visit her girlfriend. Between the rigorous demand of juggling being the Black Panther and her duties as Queen, she felt as though her relationship with Riri was put on the back burner.

And she never intended it to be! Shuri tried her absolute best to be present for her girlfriend, but it was quite difficult.

She hated that word. Nothing was too difficult for her. No matter if she had to try a thousand times, the task at hand would get done one way or another.

But long distance relationships were a whole different ball game.

Shuri had made it her mission to be able to visit Riri at least once a month. But as the relationship progressed, it was like every and anything tried to keep them apart.

Like when Riri was supposed to visit her for Spring Break, she had an impromptu mission that had her thinking it would postpone Riri’s arrival by a day. Unfortunately what was supposed to be a simple stake-out turned into an almost month long ordeal.

Riri had insisted that she understood. She went into the relationship knowing that dating the Black Panther and Queen of Wakanda would come with Trials and Tribulations. It wouldn’t be easy. But she expressed caring about her too much to let her go.

But Shuri didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes when they’d converse over video call. And the hesitancy to hang up when she insisted that Riri needed rest for classes. Or when she sent those voice messages late at night containing random ramblings, under the guise of not being able to sleep.

Shuri hated, loathed, execrated her circumstances. She wanted to be able to hold her girlfriend. Hug her. Go on dates. Call her at any point of the day. Pop by on a whim. Be comforted by her. Be able to vent about certain things like a regular freaking human being. Be in her presence.

It was so frustrating.

Shuri wanted to be a constant.

Regardless of her current happenings, Shuri wanted to do better by Riri.

So when the semester was coming to a close and Shuri just so happened to be free of any burdening responsibilities, she took it upon herself to drop by the campus to kidnap Riri herself.

She remembered the conversation she had with Riri two weeks prior.

“Are you nervous for your exams?” Shuri relaxed into her chair while she looked at Riri sifting through some papers at her desk.

Riri gave her a look, “Nervous? What do you take me for? This shit is child’s play to me. I just can’t wait for it to be over.” She then placed a few sheets of paper into a folder before moving on to the next pile.

Shuri smiled, “Ever the confident one. So what are your plans for the summer?”

Riri slumped in her chair and looked at the screen, “Go back home. Probably see if I can hustle some highschoolers who have summer homework for some extra cash. Just to keep myself occupied.” She shrugged.

Riri picked up her phone and walked over to her bed. She laid on her side and pulled her phone closer to her face, “I wish I coulda spent it with you though. Cuz I’m still kinda sad I didn’t get to come for Spring Break.” Riri used her bicep as a pillow, “Not that I’m complaining. I know you’re busy. And I get it. But I just miss you, you know?”

Shuri allowed her cheek to fall into her open palm as she looked into Riri’s eyes, “I miss you too. I’m having Riri withdrawals. I miss the way you play with my curls. And nuzzle your face into my neck. Or when you gently rub your finger over my nose. I miss the way you hug me like a koala bear.” She gave a light sigh of longing.

Riri found herself smiling at Shuri’s lamentation, “We'll be able to link up soon. Something will happen.”

Shuri grinned, “I love you.”

Riri softly smiled in turn, “I love you too.”

“Okoye!” Shuri continued her pacing while resisting the urge to bite her fingernails. Her anticipation was through the roof.

“Bast! Ask me one more time, Shuri. I may just throw you the rest of the way to MIT campus.” Okoye grumbled, “Our estimated time of arrival is half an hour.”

Riri walked out of her last final of the semester with a grin. That shouldn’t have even been classed as an exam. The lecturer wasn’t even trying. He couldn’t have been! She was out of there within an hour. She wasn’t complaining though, there couldn’t have been a better way to end the semester.

She was free! Free!

Riri jumped up and clicked the heels of her Jordans together in glee. She walked back to her dorms while contacting Shuri. She knew it was impromptu, but she wanted to tell her about her exams. Hopefully she’d be available. Riri adjusted her headphones as the phone kept ringing. She paused at her door to unlock it, but realized the door was already slightly open.

“The fuck?” Riri slowly opened up the door and walked inside, “I know I ain’t forgot to close my shit.”

She looked down at her phone when she heard that Shuri had finally picked up, but the wind was literally knocked out of her when she was lifted off the floor and into someone’s firm hold.

The sudden attack made Riri’s mind go blank as her heart dropped to her stomach. It took a split second for her to scream and try to beat the assailant off with her fists.

“Let me go!”

“Riri! Ow, ow! It’s me!” Shuri shouted as her shoulders and back were beaten by her girlfriend’s haphazard punching.

Riri immediately stopped and looked down, “Shuri?”

Shuri smiled, “Hi.”

Riri’s legs found their way around Shuri’s waist and her arms around her neck, securing her in a deadlock, “Shuri! What are you doing here? How?”

Riri pulled back and looked over Shuri’s face with unshed tears, “Are you real?” She gently palmed the sides of Shuri’s face and took in her features.

“Yes, my love. I’m really here.” She chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s lips, “I wanted it to be a surprise. I was about to pack your stuff up, but I should have known that you would have blazed through your exams.”

“Wait back up, pack my stuff?” Riri tilted her head to the side.

“You’re coming back to Wakanda with me.” She finally put Riri down, but not before stealing another kiss from her lips.

Riri’s eyes bulged, “Are you being for real?”

Shuri walked over to one of Riri’s already opened suitcases and placed some folded clothes into it.

“I already have your toothbrush in there. And your laptop.” Shuri then picked up the fuzzy black panther slippers she got her, “Can’t forget these.” She snickered and dropped them into the suitcase.

Riri flopped onto her bed, feeling the toll the semester had taken on her finally seep into her bones, and looked on as Shuri shuffled around the room, grabbing what she deemed to be necessities.

“Hm, you ain’t even asked if I had plans or anything.” She excitedly kicked her feet and followed Shuri who was traipsing about her room.

“I know you don’t have any. Need I remind you that you were planning on taxing high school children for doing their summer assignments?” Shuri walked over to the bed and dragged Riri onto her lap.

“I wasn’t going to let another day go by where we were apart. I’m just taking the necessary steps to facilitate us maximizing our time together.” She allowed herself to hug Riri and just bask in her presence.

Riri tenderly grazed her fingertips over the nape of Shuri’s neck, which caused a shiver to trickle up her spine. She still couldn’t believe that Shuri was here. She stroked the pad of her thumb across Shuri’s cheek.

“You look tired. You could have come pick me up tomorrow.”

Shuri shook her head, “No. I wanted you today. I need you with me. I just missed you so much. And everything feels like it’s too much.”

Shuri gulped a deep breath but it didn’t extinguish the quiver in her voice, “I just wanted to hold you again.”

Riri pressed a kiss to Shuri’s forehead, “It’s okay. I got you babe. I got you.”

Shuri pressed her face into Riri’s chest, relishing her comfort.

The couple stayed like that for a while until Shuri pulled herself together. They then continued packing Riri’s things.

Once they were done, Shuri slung Riri’s duffle bag over her shoulder and slipped an arm around her waist.

Riri couldn’t wipe the giddy grin off of her face, nor did she want to as she pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri’s side.

“Are you ready to go home?”

Riri nodded, “Yup. Let’s go!”

Taggies: @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

#princess shuri #shuri udaku #riri williams #shuri udaku x riri williams #shuri x riri #shuriri #black wlw

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xchoxix · 1 year ago

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Shuri Angst HCS

It’s been long enough, and I haven’t feed y’all with anything😭 so here are just some silly HCs I thought of, I honestly enjoy angst very gery much. Even though im not really supposed to. I just feel like there isn’t that many stories or HCs that talk about what she’d do when T’Challa passed. And I honestly lowkey like reading angst, there’s just something about it😮‍💨 but yea Lmk if y’all want a part 2!

Mentions‼️: SH, attempts of suicide, depression, eating disorder, ADHD (not sure if I missed anything else)

Tags gng: @neptoons1998 @s0lam3y @mal-urameshi

(Most of these are connected which would most likely be under it or would be somewhere!)

-After T’Challas death she took sleeping pills because without she’d end up laying thinking about him. She also tried to take them when her mother died. But they don’t work due to the herb.

-would draw T’Challa all the time, and even thought about tattooing a sketch she did of him on herself

-T’Challa always smelled good, so when shuri found a shirt that she had stolen from T’Challa, she began to cry uncontrollably because it didn’t smell like him anymore

-shuri began to isolate herself so everything could hurt a lot less. Especially after her mothers death.

-After Ramonda told she T’Challa passed Shuri ran to the table and shouted out at him. Telling him to wake up, but was held back by 5 Dora’s including Ayo and Okoye because she was “disturbing” his peace.

-When Shuri began to think less of brother she slowly forgot what he looked like.

-Never got to say a finale goodbye to T’Challa

-Locked only herself in her lab for an entire month with no food or water as a form of punishment

-Every day for the month Okoye, Ayo, Aneka, M’baku, and the Dora army would try to open her lab

- Once they were able to open it they found her on the ground on the verge of death. She was very skinny and lacked a lot of sleep and energy.

-Everytime someone would try to get her to talk about her feelings she’d blast her music till they sounded on mute

-One of the main reasons why she made earrings, was to be able to ignore people with her music

- Her last words to T’Challa was “Shut up! Can you stop apologizing and saying that I can’t do anything anymore? You’re not going to die, I won’t let you!”

-Everytime Aneka found her having a breakdown she’d called the lab and told griot to lock it for the day so she’d grief properly

-but she would always find a way to go to her lab

-Hallucinated about T’Challa during the day in her lab, and would do the talking for him. She’d often do their handshake that they’d do

-Her lab members would look at eachother knowing that itd be best if they left. Because it would normally end off with Shuri realizing he wasn’t there and she’d get mad

- Always always had eye bags even before his death but it wouldn’t be as noticeable till he did pass away. From afar you could be able to see them, and would think that they weighed a ton.

-Because Shuri would always pull pranks on T’Challa, he’d return them but they’d be a little too much. So when she was shouting out to him on the table, she shouted out “Get up, I don’t like this prank. Please”

- Would make the things T’Challa would ask her even if they were dumb like a some figurines T’Challa liked from movies.

- Sometimes while working if she’s in a bad mood she would often break her pencils or supplies due to the grip/strength she would hold them at

- She left Nakia short, but harsh and cold voicemails the first 2 times she tried reaching out to her. And would ignore the other voicemails

- Sometimes for the fun of it she’d answer the calls and would quickly end it

- Changed her wardrobe because T’Challa really liked Shuri’s style (it was a mix of American style and his style) but at the end she just dressed up likeT’Challa.

- Completely destroyed the outfit that we saw at the beginning of BPWF because it reminded her that it was her fault for his death

- Always late at events because she’d spend so much time in her lab she’d forget what day it was

- She would yell at everyone if they bothered her or reminded her to eat while she was working

- Had mood swings

- She would often fidget with her pen or anything she had near her.

- Would randomly get the most horrifying sickening nightmares or visions/flashbacks about T’Challa. And would act like nothing ever happened

- every time she’d try to sleep she always get nightmares

- Some nightmare,vision/ flashbacks she’d be most afraid was 1. Her being T’Challa’s lifeless body on the table with her screaming to to wake up. 2nd, Falling in pitch black and she’d be surrounded by everyone blaming her for not saving T’challa. 3rd, Her having the best percentage of the herb to save him, but before she could make her to him, there was something keeping her away from giving it to him so she watched him die

- Had sleep paralysis for the first time. It happened during the dream where she’d be T’Challa on the table lifeless while seeing herself shouting at him

- Her sleep paralysis demon would be her family(including Nakia, Okoye, M’baku, Ayo, and Angela) mumbling about how she was a failure

- Tried unaliving her self countless times but was either caught or stopped herself thinking that what would everyone feel like after she did. And how would she help Wakanda from invaders

- she survived her first and last attempt but was caught on her other attempts

- She would SH. And would use raw vibranium to burn herself. So she has burn marks from raw vibranium and scars all over her body

-She skipped her meals every day so Ramonda would watch Shuri eat or send Okoye or Aneka or Ayo to do it

- She would often freeze and begin to uncontrollably shake while having visions when she’d remember T’Challa in some type of way.

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Live, laugh, love, Angst🫶💕

If you wanna be tagged in my next projects also lmk!

Hopefully y’all don’t hate me after this🌚🌝

#black panther #shuri #letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri angst #okoye #aneka x ayo #black panter wakanda forever #queen romonda #m’baku #t’challa #nakia black panther #riri black panther #livelaughloveangst

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smolwritingchick · 8 months ago

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You Did Everything You Could

Author's Note: This is a Marvel related smol brainstorm. Nothing BTS related. It's regarding Jennie's Marvel Character, Arjana! Working on the other requests and random brainstorms too so stay tuned!!

I wrote this years ago regarding her Marvel Character. I like the fact that I took a break from writing and got back into it because my mind has come up with new ideas while rereading and editing.

This gets a bit angsty so warning here.

I was thinking Jen's character, Arjana, would be a former member of the Dora Milaje. She'd have a chip on her shoulder and have some sort of rivalry with Okoye. Okoye becoming the leader of the Dora Milaje would be the cause of it. I even thought the reason she was chosen as leader instead of Arjana was because Arjana cracked under pressure during a mission and made a bad call, choosing to disobey an order in the process. The way she'd get scolded and suspended from her duties for a while, and have to see Okoye become leader instead would frustrate her. When back after suspension, she'd try to endure Okoye as a leader while going on missions until it became too much. Fed up, she decided to leave the Dora Milaje and Wakanda to live life in South Korea, settling for Seoul.

So, when I write her scene in Black Panther, I want to write the tension between Okoye and her. T'Challa would still want Arjana to come back to Wakanda but she'll refuse. However, she will still be there to assist him in any way she can while in Seoul. There will be a point when she finally comes back to Wakanda, and Shuri will be happy and request for her to be her guardian since the two are great friends.

I also thought her character could have a bond with Bucky and become friends with him when he's in Wakanda. She'd be requested to watch him by Shuri, which she'd complain about but does it anyway. Despite not wanting to act like a babysitter, the two end up bonding and have a close friendship while smol feelings start to grow but nothing develops.

For this smol brainstorm, I would like for her character to deal with Survivor's Guilt during the whole Infinity War and Endgame movies. The reason is that she felt like she failed to protect Shuri and watched her fade to dust in her arms. Traumatizing af...but Captain America finds her and tries to talk some sense into her.

Now when Jennie is told that she would be filming with Chris Evans...her dramatic ass is going to literally faint lmfao.

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Five years after Thanos’ snap, Natasha debriefed with Captain Marvel, Okoye, Rocket, Nebula and Rhodey. After their discussion, Okoye stayed with Rhodey while everyone else signed off.

“Any update on Arjana’s whereabouts?” Okoye asked.

Natasha nodded. “We found her. She was sighted in Japan, recently.”

Okoye sighed out of relief but then shook her head at the thought of her being absent from Wakanda after all these years.

“That stubborn woman…hiding like a coward. All we want is for her to come home. And for her to get through that thick stubborn skull of hers it is not her fault,”

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Arjana laid her back on the couch as she stared up at the ceiling. She managed to find a place in Japan to try to move on and forget about the blip. But dreadful thoughts would creep up on her now and then about Shuri fading away in her arms. How traumatizing it was to watch helplessly the person you've sworn to protect vanish into the air.

A series of knocks were heard at her door and she quickly sat up in alarm.

She had been extremely careful about not getting tracked. Did Wakanda find her?

Grabbing one of her sais, she got off the couch and slowly approached the door. And when she looked through the peephole it was Steve Rogers patiently waiting for her on the other side of the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Rogers was the last person she expected to come to see her. Letting out a deep sigh, she contemplated opening the door as she set her sai down on the table.

With a sorrow-filled expression, she slowly opened the door to meet the blue eyes of Steve Rogers as he greeted her with a sad smile. It seemed like he was trying his best to move on too after they failed to stop Thanos.

“Why are you here?” she asked softly.

“It’s nice to see you too, Arjana,” he greeted kindly.

“Sorry…” she shook her head. “I didn’t mean it like that…“

“Don’t worry about it. You’re a hard person to track down,”

“Well, I didn’t want to be found and yet here you are,” she responded dejectedly and let him inside.

"Are you all right?” He asked as he sat at the dining room table.

“I’m gettin’ by. You?”

“Taking it day by day,”

She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed two cups. “Tea?”

“Sure,”

Steve watched as she began to pour hot green tea she made not too long ago into the cups. Arjana looked different. Her hair had gotten longer. He then remembered Bucky had talked about what she would look like with long hair and confidently said it would suit her.

It did.

Usually, she would keep it trimmed and short but this time maybe it was because Bucky had suggested it to her that she decided to try out long hair.

After smiling at the fond memories of Bucky, Steve then thought about the reason why he came here.

“Okoye has been asking about you,” he informed her and watched as her body visibly tensed at the name.

She carefully placed Steve’s cup in front of him and sat across from him at the table.

“…how is she and Wakanda?” she asked.

“She misses you. She asks about you a lot. She felt less uneasy when she found out that you did not vanish. Wakanda is holding up and trying its best to move forward. They need you,”

Arjana felt a pang of guilt set within her as she thought about her home. It was selfish to leave abruptly like that after the blip. She used to be heavily a part of the Dora Milaje many years ago, even before the situation with Thanos but then chose to leave to enjoy life in different ways.

“You haven’t been in Wakanda ever since…that day, right?” Steve’s question interrupted her thinking.

She cringed at the thought. Ever since the effects of Thanos’ snap, Arjana couldn’t stay in Wakanda. Not after she failed to protect Shuri and had to watch her fade to dust. Not after she lost to Corvus Glaive as she tried to watch Shuri’s back. What kind of guardian is that?

After taking a long sip of her tea, ignoring the burning sensation on her tongue, she answered, "That is correct,”

“Why?”

“You know why. I can’t go back there,” she frowned and set her cup down.

"Yes, you can. No one in Wakanda will blame you. It’s not your fault,”

“I still couldn’t protect her. It was my duty and I failed,”

“You did everything you could to protect Shuri,”

“And it wasn’t enough!” she exclaimed with pain in her voice. “Because now she is gone. Faded away. It should have been me,"

"Don't do that to yourself,"

"I can’t even bear to understand how Wakanda is doing right now or what it looks like. I failed...”

“We all failed,” he shook his head.

They sat in silence for a moment, deep in thought.

“All I keep thinking about is that it should have been me. Not her. And not my king. They are both gone. The people we love and care about are gone…never coming back…” she whispered in the last sentence.

“You’re right…the people we love and care about are gone. But not forgotten. I wanted to thank you,”

She stared at him with confusion. “Thank me for what?”

“For taking care of Bucky while he was in Wakanda,”

The sound of his name gave her butterflies as she shook her head, “…that was all Shuri. Not me. She helped him with the brainwashing and everything. Her role was much bigger than mine,“

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Arjana. The change of scenery and Shuri’s doing helped but also your companionship. You two were close, huh?”

She chuckled sadly as she felt her eyes burn from tears. She then began to wipe the tears away.

“Sorry… every time I think about him I start crying…but yes…we were. During his time in Wakanda, he began opening up to me. Slowly but then as we spent more time together, things flowed naturally. I wasn’t expecting him to do that but he had a lot of trust in me. And I appreciated that. There are just a lot of things I wanted to say to him…and when I spoke to him before he went on the battlefield in Wakanda, perhaps I should have said everything then if I knew all of this was going to happen. I deeply care about him. I just wish I could have told him how much…”

“When we get him back, you can. We are thinking of a plan to try to get everyone back. I want you to be a part of it. We need all the help we can get. And when we do get everyone back, he can tell you the things he has told me,”

“Which are?”

Steve smiled softly. “That is not my place to tell,”

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