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melancholymetropolis · 2 years ago

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"Namor… I don't have time for this."

The feathered serpent pressed light kisses up my shins, as he pulled the stilettos off my feet. He groaned loudly in response and locked eyes with me. A suggestive smirk on his lips, but the mutant remained silent. Those sweet kisses became sloppy as his hot mouth grew closer to my thighs. His strong hands pulled my rear to the edge of the desk and opened my legs. The pencil skirt I wore rose a little, slightly showing my thong to the man. Something in him shifted when eyeing the lacy piece of lingerie. It was even in his favorite color, turquoise. Namor took several deep breaths, in an effort to calm his growing lust, and looked up at me.

"Tell me what you want, my queen," he said, resting on his knees before me. "Tell what you want and I'll do it. I'll do it in a heartbeat."

I folded my arms across my chest and looked down at my husband. His obedience ignited desire into my being. It was hard to resist him, especially after all those nights we spent apart.

I pulled my skirt over my ass and pushed my thong to the side, exposing my dripping cunt. "Eat it."

Namor hooked his arms around my thighs and pushed them upward. His mouth was on my lower lips in seconds. The hot tongue dragged from my sopping hole to my aching clit. I sighed softly and leaned backward, resting on my arms. My eyes fluttered closed as his tongue lapped up my throbbing bud. Namor moaned loudly at the activity. His thoughts rang into my mind like a church bell.

He couldn't stop thinking about the time we spent apart. The cursed lab that stole me away from him and the needy assistants employed. He understood my passion to save the ocean was genuine and crucial to his way of life, but he simply wanted his wife by his side. He missed cuddling next to my warm body and feeling my skin pressed against his. Namor swore it was but a phase, that he would pass the honeymoon stage of our love soon. But, it had been over a year since we had gotten married and he was still wholeheartedly obsessed with me.

His soft lips slipped my growing clit into his mouth. Namor's tongue lapped against the underside, while keeping suction on the bud. His thumb teased my dripping hole. The pad of his finger playing with the slick as he sucked the pearl.

It could've been the petty up sexual frustration or the fact that he knew my body do well---- but my legs started to shake against his face.

That's it, darling. Cum for me.

He thought the phrase in his native tongue; I melted at the sound.

My hips rolled against his face, as my nails dug into the desk beneath me. My breathing became sporadic as my eyes squeezed shut.

I chanted his name like a prayer and gripped the hair on the top of his head.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

The orgasm hit me like a wave. Star exploded behind my eyes as my breath hitched in my throat. My mouth hung wide open as the please coursed through me. My thighs clamped around his head, but my husband couldn't care less. His continued to suck the bud, making the orgasm even longer.

You're so beautiful when you scream my name.

The lights began to flicker in the room as the desk started to shake. My powers greatly impacting everything around me. Papers flew off of the desk and my laptop was placed in a drawer. One by one the buttons of my blouse popped open to reveal the matching lacy bra. The shirt slipped down my arms, just as the bra straps did. The clasp of the garment was undone and my breasts sprang free.

I pushed Namor away from my sensitive bud and he rose to his feet. His jewelry undid itself and was placed on the other side of the room. His shorts rolled down to reveal his throbbing cock. Big, thick and all mine.

My panties rolled down my legs and were tossed to the side. I spread my legs wide for him and rested on my palms.

Fuck me.

My voice danced in his mind, making the mutant smirk. He closed the distance between our lustful bodies and gave me a sloppy kiss. His hands all over me. Gripping my breasts. Massaging my rolls. Pinching my thighs. Namor thought of every sexy name in the book and recited it over and over again.

Darling. Angel. Goddess

He worshipped me. Waited on me hand and foot. Made me feel loved in my darkest moments. He was down bad for me, just as I was for him. But, I'll never admit that out loud.

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risingoftime · 2 years ago

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓’𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖗𝖎

"I am the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world, and my entire family is gone. Have I not given everything?"

summary: Shuri is to be enthroned as Queen of Wakanda and doesn’t know if she will be able to bare the weight of the crown without her mother’s wisdom. She seeks out Riri’s guidance and warmth to thaw her frigid heart.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: death, grief, angst, hurt!shuri, loss, hint of friends to lovers, fluff, anxiety, wakanda forever spoilers.

a/n: This is definitely something that I’m not used to writing. But I hope y’all like it as much as you like my other fics! I’ve been struggling with major writer's block :|

➴ feel free to send me more thots

RIRI’S POV

I stared after her as she glided down the staircase. Shuri’s dress cascaded behind her like a black pool of water. It was made of the finest silks, held by gold rings and an encrusted black panther head with fangs on her chest. The dipped fang dangled in between her breasts against her bare skin. I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat, but my mouth became dry when I focused on the cutouts that exposed her dark skin. Okoye sure knew how to pick a dress. Shuri had tried her best to fight her way out of it, but it was clear that this was the dress. She had exclaimed that the outfit had fit too tight, too provocative, just too much for her. Yet as I watched her approach her subjects, all the nerves she had exhibited earlier were untraceable across Shuri’s posture. Her stride was regal, almost identical to Queen Ramonda. The people of Wakanda silently watched Shuri in awe. They had never seen the Princess in this light. No, not their Princess, their Queen. I was not able to be in attendance during Shuri’s inauguration amongst the Wakanda Council. Not only because I had school, but I wasn’t allowed. The ritual had been private, a sacred ceremony to officiate Shuri’s place on the Wakanda throne. Outsiders were not welcome. However, when Shuri insisted I attend the Public Crowning of the Wakandan Queen, I couldn’t refuse.

I stood off in the distance at the side of the balcony with Agent Ross to obtain the perfect view for the event. Out of sight from curious onlookers but close enough to make out every detail. M’Baku held the crown in his hands as if it was a delicate flower, and tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he walked towards Shuri. He had argued with Okoye for days that placing the crown on Shuri’s head should be him. Shuri told me that he yelled at Okoye and told her “she hadn’t become the general again until a couple of weeks ago.” This struck a chord with the Dora Milaje, leading to both groups almost getting into a physical altercation. Shuri had to break it up in the end. They settled it over a coin toss. I couldn’t hold in my laughter at the audacity of it all when we’d been on the phone. Imagining the mighty M’Baku keeled over a coin in anticipation was enough to elicit a giggle out of her.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

The sea of people began to bow down to one knee, row by row, like a wave. I was in complete awe to see the power that Shuri held. She was now the sole leader of a whole country. I fell to my knees but kept my head raised to see only Shuri left standing and staring at me. A hint of a smile on her lips. She was breathtakingly draped in black and gold. I couldn’t help but feel special amongst all the people in front of her. She chose to steal a glance at me before she bellowed for everyone to rise.

The Dora Milaje raised their spears, and the Jabari tribe beat their chests in triumph, celebrating the new ruler of Wakanda. Shuri placed her arms over her chest as an “X,” yelling, “Wakanda forever,” and it wasn’t until she did so that I saw the tears flow from her eyes. They were leaving a streak down her perfected makeup—a sign of the girl who had nearly lost everything.

Shortly after the public inauguration, I returned to Shuri’s headquarters, where I stayed for the week. Desperate to change out of my heels, I mindlessly flung them on the floor to walk barefoot on the black marbled floors. My feet instantly felt soothed by the contact of the cold tiles. The only sound echoing is the soft padding of the soles of my feet, walking to sit at Shuri’s vanity overlooking the city of Wakanda. Shuri’s room was quiet and sombre. I bet I could hear a pin drop. At times it felt surreal to be in Wakanda, miles away from the loud streets of Chicago and the MIT students' crowds. When I first met Shuri and Okoye, I had been ready to throw anything to keep them from taking me away from the familiarity of my dorms. Although it had been months ago, I could recall the memory like it was yesterday. One would find it difficult to forget. When I first set eyes upon Okoye, she appeared viperous and ready to strike at any moment’s notice. I’m still surprised I was able to gain her respect. Okoye does not offer that to just anyone. Then again, I’m astonished about many things that have occurred these past few months.

The sweltering heat and sun from the ceremony had caused my dress to stick uncomfortably against my skin. I desperately needed to change into an outfit that allowed me to breathe. I fumbled with the zipper behind my neck, and my fingers struggled to pull down the clasp lock that kept the fabrics mended together. I am to be a scientist, and I still couldn’t figure out the intricacies of a simple dress zipper. Midway through my struggle, I heard my phone ping from a text by Shuri. We had unique ringtones for each other.

Meet me in the lab.

I looked at the clock to see not much time had passed since the public inauguration. Shuri should have been on the road for the parade throughout the city. That was the plan; she shouldn’t be in the lab. I made my way to the familiar doors I’d entered countless times to find Shuri sitting on the floor. Her dress puddled around her in a great heap of black silk. Once we made eye contact, Shuri was unrecognizable. The gold crown was still pinned to her head, and Shuri’s makeup remained perfectly painted on her face regardless of the tear stains. It pained me to see the softness in her eyes become cold and void. I’ve wished to keep the tenderness alive within Shuri, but since the murder of her Mother, Queen Ramonda, she hasn’t been the same. Shuri had become quick to irritate and rash. She still refused to tell anyone about the family member she had encountered in the ancestral plane. I knew better than to ask. The question always triggered an argument.

“Shuri, what’s wrong? What are you doing here? You should be with your people.”

“You are my people. That’s why I called you.” Her eyes remained trained on the ground. I’m convinced her glare could bore a hole in the laboratory floor if she wished. I couldn’t find the words to respond, unsure if I should correct her or scold her that she knew what I meant when I first said it. Deciding to remain quiet and listen was a safer option; once Shuri overcame her grief and anger, it was best to stay silent. I lowered myself to the ground to sit patiently in front of Shuri. Finally, Shuri released her lips from the tight line to speak again.

“Bury your dead. Mourn your losses. You are Queen now. Those words have haunted me for days as a prophecy I wished would not come true. I walked down these hallways a million times, feeling like a ghost in a shell. My insides cried for anyone to reach out and extract the pain that held my heart. But, instead, I’ve spent the remaining months making myself digestible for others to the extent that I no longer know what is left of me.

“The tears that have escaped me since that day felt like they would choke the life out of my soul. I would force myself to scream out from the empty cavern of my chest, yet no matter what I do, it’s as if it will never end. I wake up overtaken by a body that no longer knows rest, Riri. I don’t know how to cultivate the strength to be a Queen for Wakanda.” Shuri’s voice remained bleak as she spoke. I noticed the changes that had come over Shuri for quite some time but did not dare to look deeper. It wasn't easy to find the right words to provide comfort.

“To understand the depths of mourning, you must know love. The feeling you are experiencing is your yearning for your Mother with nowhere to go. It’s the final act of love. But she is still a part of you. Although she may not be present in the physical plane, she lives on with your ancestors. Or at least, that’s what Okoye has told me. She was quite brief with answering my questions.”

“Okoye has time to talk to you about Wakanda history?” Shuri asked.

“She doesn’t. I annoy her enough until she spares me some details.” The comment gained a full smile from Shuri. Her body language shifted slightly to face me onward, our knees lightly brushing against each other. I took this as a chance to use the light fabric of her dress to dab at her wet eyes, careful not to smudge her mascara. Thankfully her dress was black, and the action didn’t ruin it.

“That’s the thing about grief. It’s messy, and it gets everywhere,” I whispered.

As I was about to retrieve my hand back to my side, Shuri grabbed it to encase it into her own. Her skin was soft and warm while she traced circles on the back of my hand. She’s held my hand countless times, but the way she grasped it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I didn’t have to look up to know that Shuri was now staring at me.

“I’ve prayed to feel a release, and at times it felt like no one was truly listening. So, Riri, I’m thankful I have you in my life, especially now when I need to bring myself back to Earth.”

“I think this is the first time you’ve admitted that you like me around.” Then, slowly raising my head, I offered Shuri a toothy grin.

“But there’s no need to thank me, that’s what friends are for!”

Shuri’s lips pursed when I said “friend,” as if the word tasted sour on her tongue.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” I felt worried that I may have ruined the moment. It wouldn't have been the first time. Shuri’s mood has been unpredictable, and I could never be sure what I might have said to trigger a reaction.

“No, not at all. It’s just…”

“Just what? Come on; you know that you can tell me anything.” Shuri broke eye contact to watch our intertwined hands, twiddling her fingers as she did so. She often did this when she was nervous or agitated. I wanted her to spit it out, but considering she finally stopped crying, I didn’t want to welcome another onset of tears.

“I don't want to ruin the friendship that we have together. Still, I want to be honest with you and myself. I like you, Riri, more than a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while now. I guess by saying this, I’m wondering if you feel the same way.” Shuri stumbled over her words. They all seemed to come out quickly and jumbled.

I wasn’t oblivious to how close Shuri and I had become. I held her down when she took the heart-shaped herb. I have never been much of a fighter, but I fought for her and would do it again if I had to. She never had to ask because I would always be there without a second thought or doubt. Thinking back, Shuri has done the same. I can’t remember a night without not talking to her on the phone. I never thought about her busy schedule as an upcoming Queen because Shuri made time to pick up my calls. The stolen glances and shy touches were not in vain. Shuri had become a part of my world. Of course, I felt the same way.

Wrapping my arms around Shuri, I brought her close to my heart and said just that. Her body fit perfectly against my own. As I held Shuri close to my chest, Shuri began whispering a song. I didn’t understand the Xhosa language but a deep understanding capsuled in my mind of memories that would never be erased. Almost ancestral to a place that I felt akin to. It offered a tiny bit of abreaction that denied us. I felt her breath on my neck as she sang; it left goosebumps and a fluttering feeling in my stomach. Numerous thoughts clouded my mind. The outstanding one was the desire and fantasy of what it’ll feel like to have Shuri’s lips against my own. However, this was not the time. Not when she had a duty to fulfill. As if the Universe had heard her, Okoye burst through the laboratory doors.

“What is the meaning of this? Queen Shuri, the people of Wakanda await.” Okoye’s eyes were ablaze, and darted between the two of them. I became increasingly aware of how we must’ve looked at that moment. I opened my mouth to say something, yet Shuri beat me.

“I’ll only go if Riri comes with me.”

I attempted to separate myself from Shuri, but she didn’t budge. Okoye looked as if she was at a loss for words. Unsure if she should risk her position to oppose the new Queen. When she didn’t immediately speak it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. The seconds felt like hours as I watched Okoye’s face slowly morph into a soft expression.

“As you wish, my Queen,” she sighed.

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siqueth · 2 years ago

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𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚: 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: Shuri and m’bali have been best friends since they were babies. They did everything together, and no matter what circumstance, they always had each other's backs. One day changed everything for both of them.

𝗔𝗡: Hi! I'm Jhia just wanted to introduce myself, I'm from Wattpad and decided to bring my stories here. Currently, I write for Shuri and Scotty. If you all have any ideas or pointers feel free to let me know! And I'm always open to new friends so don't be afraid to talk to me

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺

Sounds of shattering glass and loud haunting footsteps filled the atmosphere. Four siblings huddled together in a guest bathroom, sitting quietly as the torment continued downstairs.

“We have to help her,” M’Bali whispered to her older brother taka, who shook his head and stood near the door.

“She said to stay down,” he said bluntly, eyeing the twins over in the corner, hugging each other for comfort.

M’bali was growing impatient. She couldn't help but pace around as the noises downstairs grew louder. Faintly they could hear a creak coming from the tub where Bali was. She'd punched a hole into the tile wall behind her, eyes glowing a golden hue.

Taka stared at his sister, mouthing the words ‘calm down’ only making her roll her eyes and step away from the area. That's when they heard her.

“I don't have anything for you.” their mother pleaded with whoever was downstairs. Another shattering sound followed her words. Something was thrown, something heavy.

“Where is she, Saa’vani?” suddenly, they heard a woman's voice. Her voice was cold and demanding. Suddenly, all the other noises stopped.

“She isn't here, Valentina. I've told you this.”

“So I'm supposed to believe you don't have your superhuman daughter just wandering around? Do you think I'm an idiot?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

It was quiet for a while before anyone spoke again.

“I've allowed you to return to Wakanda or surrender her to us. Instead, you continue to play in my face—your times up, saa’vani.”

“Valentina, have I not been your most valuable scientist? Let my baby go. I've done everything-”

“Everything but surrender her.”

Then there was silence, but this time it was heavy.

“Ndiyathandaza ukuba ufumane uxolo.”

Was what was last heard from their mother before a loud pop erupted, followed by a thud.

“Let's go.”

The footsteps were retreating, and the sound of trucks revving up outside masked the sounds of the crying heard in the bathroom. Taka kept a straight face. Instead, he balled up his fist and pulled open the door, slowly stepping out.

“amawele ayojonga macala onke aqinisekise ukuba akukho mahluko.” he commanded, watching the twins scurry out to check around the house.

M’bali didn't wait for an order. She walked out of the bathroom into the hall to find her mother's office. There was broken glass everywhere. They had trashed their home entirely. Once she reached the door, she touched the cold knob yanking gently, realizing it was still locked, how her mother would have it when she worked. Taking one step back, Bali kicked the door, making it fly across the cold dark room.

“Mommy.” Bali cried, holding her mother close, her clothes slowly drenched in her blood.

The twins noticed lights outside and tugged their brother.

“We have to keep moving, sister.” taka said coldly, reaching down to pull Bali away.

“They’re watching for us. Mom told us what to do. Now we have to do it.”

One of the twins, Asha, finally spoke. “Mommy is with the ancestors now. There is nothing more we can do but run.”

Once the lights disappeared, they ran for it, looking for the keys to the spare car they had hidden in the woods. Once they had found them, they knew exactly where to go.

{5 years prior}

“Shuri, come on! Get out of that damn lab and make your way to the field.” Bali called out to her best friend, taunting her as she worked on a project for her brother.

“You are so annoying.” Shuri laughed, turning away from her work with a big smile plastered across her face. “I'm not sparring with you, Bali. I have to finish my brother's updates.”

“You're always working.” Bali pouted, standing in front of the taller girl.

“You miss me, huh?”

“Like hell. All you do now is work. I know you're excited about t’challa being back but do not forget your best friend, princess.”

Shuri bit her lip and shook her head. “15 minutes, Bali, then we both need to get back to work.”

The two ran out of the lab past the Dora guarding the door, they could hear them yelling for them, but their laughter was all they got in return. Once they made it to the fields, Bali climbed up in a tree.

“Down Bali! You are not about to attack me from up top.” Shuri chuckled, holding open her arms, and Bali flew down into them, causing them both to crash into the ground in a fit of laughter.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Nah. You're much stronger, though.”

Standing up and grabbing their weapons, the two eyed each other.

“You ready for this ass whooping princess?” with the tap of her beads, a white suit covered Bali’s body, the fur around her neck fluffed out.

“Was the fur necessary?” Bali grumbled, making shuri laugh.

“Yes, you are Jabari, and your father requested you had fur.”

“You listen to my father?”

“Only to an extent.” Shuri got into position. “Did you come to talk or fight?”

“Both.” Bali charged at Shuri and swiped her down to the ground holding the spear to her neck. “Your kinda cute down there.”

The two had gone at it for hours. What was supposed to be fifteen minutes went on until midnight, nothing but fighting and fooling around.

While walking into the palace, Shuri noticed members of the Jabari tribe entering the doors.

“Why are they here?” she spoke quietly. Bali checked her phone to see missed calls from her mother. They walked in and saw a scene.

“I've had enough, Ramonda! She is no threat to Wakanda or your precious t’challa,” saa’vani yelled, holding the hands of her twin girls. “M’baku, you stand there stiff. This is your child too! Do you not care?”

“I do care! All they are saying is there is no use for two-”

“The use of the herb on Bali was illegal, saa’vani.” Ramonda finally spoke. Once she noticed the two teens standing near, she froze.

Saa’vani followed her eyes and turned back. “I did what I did to save my child. Something your people failed to do, and now you're upset she's stronger than your own.” she gave the twins to their brother taka, who led them to a ship, then reached for Bali taking her slender arms into her grip. “Come, M’Bali. We are leaving, taka strap the twins in!”

“Where are we going, momma?” Bali asked, looking back at Shuri, who was held back by her mother.

“Mother, mother, where is she taking her?” Shuri asked, pulling out to her best friend but with no luck.

“Saa’vani, you can not take my children!” m’baku yelled

Saa’vani stayed quiet, pushing her children onto the aircraft and staring at her husband as the doors closed.

Bali ran to the window slapping her hand against it with tears in her eyes. Shuri was finally allowed to break free and ran to the ship, but by the time she'd gotten close, it had taken off.

{present day}

Shuri shot up in her bed, breathing heavily, remembering every moment of the dream she'd just had. Reaching her nightstand, she picked up a picture of her and Bali hugging under a tree, and on the frame, the words ‘abahlobo abagqibelele ngonaphakade’ were carved into it.

“Panther.”

“Yes, griot?”

“King M’baku would like to see you.”

Translations:

Ndiyathandaza ukuba ufumane uxolo: I pray yoy find peace

amawele ayojonga macala onke aqinisekise ukuba akukho mahluko: twins go check the house make sure there are no stragglers

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