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Sana modeling probably 5000 times my life savings on her neck lol

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black writers are the most criticized group on the damn app.

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YALL!!!!!!!! @pantherheart

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little one | mama!riri x fem!reader

pt 1

Summary: Adventures of Riri & her 'mini me'

riri is 100% the, "don't tell mommy" parent.

Especially when you're going away on a business trip because occasionally there were events of which you could not attend from behind a computer screen or in the comfort of your home.

You had kissed your girls, goodbye but not before making sure to remind Riri of Naturis tight schedule- one that could not afford missing a step or else the almost 4 year old child would probably spiral out of control.

Riri had your luggage in one hand and her babygirl in the other, supporting the small child on her hips, the little ones head ontop of her shoulder, slight pout tugging on her lips because she knew all too well that you were going away despite the fact that she was promised a tea party- the ones she had every two weeks where she was allowed to stay up and help brew the tea (putting the water in before it boils of course), wear her pretty Sunday dresses and half inch babydoll shoes with the matching pearls her grandma Ronnie had gotten her.

*small flashback*

She was a crying mess earlier that morning when she went looking for you and saw the familiar frantic movements from one side of the room to the other, she was still only whining pulling at your sundress till she caught whift of your neatly folded clothes were packed into an ugly green suitcase- she really hated green- that was when the actual water works started to kick in.

Luckily Riri was right around the corner, sweeping her baby off her feet and into her arms, exiting the room with her before asking "What's wrong with my baby, hmm?" Rubbing her back soothingly until she was no longer hiccuping through her tears.

cooing at Naturi when she mutters something along the lines of, "Mommy's leav'n me, again" she sniffles out with a quivering bottom lip, making her heart break a bit more for the young being- truly her weakness.

Riri nods in understanding before wiping her childs tears away with her thumbs, "I know, I don't like when Mommy goes away either but, I'll tell you what--"

She manages to calm her daughter down one juice pouch later with a pinky promise to do the tea party and let her stay up after dinner to help make anything she wanted in her garage later.

The last bit you had no idea was happening, Of course.

*end of flashback*

Riris kissing you on the cheek then moves down pecking your lips a few more times- her sneaky way of trying to stop your rambles before you can start up again.

"Ma... I know how the stove works."

"I won't forget to have her in bed by 6, baby please."

"You can go, I swear we'll both be in one healthy, well fed & rested piece on Monday. Go enjoy your Gala, baby. I got this." She assures for hopefully the last time, giving you a hug with Naturi still in her tight hold.

"Mkay, just making sure." You say with a huff before turning to your child who still refused to look at you.

"Mommys gonna miss her princess so much." You say while pinching Naturis chubby cheeks between your thumb and index.

She's still reluctant to look at you, turning her head away but she's quickly reminded of her manners when Riri bounces her a little to high for her liking, "Hey, what do we say to mommy, huh?"

Naturis pout deepens before she offers a side hug and a extremely sour, "Love you too, mommy" nuzzling her head right back into her mamas neck.

Riri mouths out a sorry to you for her cranky behavior, before grabbing your chin and gifting you a lingering kiss on the lips, resting her head against yours when she needs to pull away for air and then...she's standing against the cracked open door watching you pull out the driveway.

4 pm

"D'you like it, turi?" Riri asked with an expectant gaze, watching her daughters eyes light up as she sipped from the ridiculously tiny tea cups, with her pinky held up, proudly.

She nodded her head once she drunk it all, sitting it down on the princess themed coasters.

"s'good!" she exclaimed while rubbing her belly.

"N'so pretty...Did you know I liked pruprel the very most, mama?" she asked while peeking at the purple passionfruit tea swirling in the pitcher.

"Course, I did baby." Riri chuckled, moving uncomfortably in the small table chairs. Let's just pretend that they weren't the only tea bags she found in the pantry.

4:21 pm

Riri should've followed the schedule you set, she was now starting to regret digging through your closet because Naturi has been nothing above bossy & filled with sass since she got ahold of her fancy necklaces and a pair of mommy's white 'princess gloves'.

Riri was secretly trying to eat a chocolate chip cookie she had prepared specifically for the tea party, her stomach was growling as she hadn't eaten anything since way before you left so she didn't see why not.

Bad idea.

Riri crunched down on the sweet snack just as Naturi busted into the room with all her squishmallows in hand, "Mama, no!"

"Huh-" Riris smile quickly faded into a look of confusion as the young girl stomped into the room.

"You can't have food unless the most very important guest is eating too!" She tsked while dropping all of the plushies but one and sitting it next to her.

Where tf did she learn how to tsk?

She picks up a cookie off the tray and places it into one of her smaller dishes, sliding it infront of him, "There you go, Mr. Penguin."

"... Mama, you have to apologize to Mr. Penguin or else he won't eat."

Riri sideyed her daughter and the stuffed animal with a monocle glued on- and where the hell did she get that? She shakes her head, didn't even get to finish biting her cookie before hurriedly chewing and chugging it down with some of the warm tea still in her cup, it was really fucking dry. Naturi gave her a look as she held the cup up, she really didn't appreciate the fact that Riri forgot to hold out her pinky but she didn't voice it neither.

Unless a nasty glare counts, that is.

"Uhm, my fault Mr. Penguin dude...I thought I was the most very important guest." she huffs out, mumbling the latter under her breath.

Naturi claps excitedly, jumping up & down in response, "Thank you mama! You're forgiven!"

5:15 pm

By five pm, Riri has already cleaned up the play area with the help of her sassy daughter and fixed & served dinner ; chicken Alfredo but with bowtie noodles because she knew Naturi liked how much they favored her real bows. Just something slight that she couldn't possibly burn.

"Alright, baby you full?" Riri asks, using a napkin to wipe away the remainder of the child's food that was on her cheeks instead of the actual plate.

"Mhmm!" Naturi responds, expanding on her words with her hand rubbing over her belly.

Riri takes her phone out for a few seconds as she checks to see if you opened the chain of pictures she snuck of Naturi & her plushies at her tea party. You didn't, so she knew you must've been swamped with work or just busy.

She hums before swiping down & then to the left for her camera, angling it at the young girl who quickly switched to her coloring papers after putting her plate into the sink.

"Wanna take a picture for mommy?" Riri asked before snapping one anyway.

Naturi looks up and makes a sound that Riri thinks means yes before dropping her pink crayon onto the sheet and jumping out her seat, "Can we make it a video instead?" she asks so sweetly with her big brown eyes blinking up at her, Riri didn't dare to decline.

That's how you ended up with another chain of 5 two minute videos of your daughter explaining why you should've stayed here with her because her and mama were having so much fun & they all ended the same way, her blowing a kiss and waving to the camera- you-, except for the last one where her and riri made sure to remind you that they "love and miss you so much" as well as Naturi convincing Riri to blow a kiss aswell.

5:40 pm

As it grows closer to six Riri has already bathed the child and it seemed to help calm her down a bit as she let her mama put her pj's on with no fuss at all.

Riri could tell that Naturi was getting sleepier as she could hardly keep her eyes open while brushing her teeth, so she when Turi finished up she asked, "you still wanna make something with me, baby or sleep first?"

Naturi mumbles something that sound close to "make sum- fing" even though she was yawning and basically talking in her sleep as her mama carried her into her room.

Once Naturi realized she was being tucked into her comforter she jolted up, "Mama I said-!"

"We can do it in the morning, after breakfast if you want mkay? I think you're too tired right now." Riri murmurs before kissing Naturis temples then cheeks, lighting pushing the child's tight coils to the back & out of her face.

For once, Naturi doesn't have it in her to fight back and just hums while settling into the warm sheets and slowly drifting to sleep.

Riri cracks the door which was directly across from the bedroom she shared with you, exiting the room just as her phone goes off.

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might post my riri headcannons and this fic i got locked up in my basement idk….

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Me goin about my day knowin I gotta fic I needa finish

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Mean!riri would definitely be the type to tease you till you're a crying mess(literally)

🚥: (18+) spanking, reader crying alot, really mean!riri obvi, wo-manhandling, (cunt),first time smut writing, and some that I probably missed sawry

Mean!riri hovering over you after positioning you to lay face down propped up on your knees. rubbing over the smooth skin that was showing under your lace panties before grieving you with a loud smack on your bottom.

Pushing your head flush into the pillow if you yelped because she didn't tell you that you could make sounds and then landing another one that stung much worst than the first, on the other cheek as discipline.

all you could do was bite your lip, quickly inhaling your squeal before it'd reach her ears and try not to move so much.

She'd knead the sore skin some more before pulling the panties down just to where the round of your ass ends, her eyes instantly catching onto the sight of slick sticking to each of your inner thighs.

Riri wanted so badly to lick some of that up, she could feel her clit jump as soon as the thought had popped into her head but she resisted solely because she knows how much you'd enjoy that and she doesn't want that right now, so instead she dips a single finger between your lips just long enough to bring up some of your slick until you breathed a little too hard, coming out as a raspy whimper

She tsks and roughly pushes you so that you're completely down with your stomach to the bed before flipping you over, her pointer finger still shiny from your juices. You no longer held back your tears as you stared back up at her through your now curly lashes.

She gripped your face, puffin your cheeks out before shoving her finger in, you welcome it with a small squeak, slowly circling your tongue around the long digit, riri shifts in her boxers letting a grunt fall from her, "you're so fucking nasty, baby."

You moan and let go of her fingers with a disgustingly loud pop, a pathetic little pout settling on your lips at her slight degrading, "I'm sorry."

She could only scoff at your response because the both of you knew you were not and would definitely do it again on command.

mean!riri who leans down to finally connect her plump lips with your softer ones and moaning into the kiss when she gets a taste of you even better when it's on your own lips. Your hands make quick work of grabbing the sides of her face and the back of her head, trying to bring her in closer because you just can't get enough, she'd give you a warning to calm down and if you don't she slaps your thigh telling you to shut up when you let out a screech from the pain, before releasing your lips with a single peck and moving her calloused hands up some more.

Riri teasingly circled the outside of your lips blindsiding you when she hikes your knees up till they hit your bare chest, moving your beyond damp panties to the side, so sh could peak at your leaking cunt

rubbing her palm over your clothed mound so it would hit your clit indirectly and you couldn't get off on it, laughing tauntingly whenever you tried to grab her long fingers and slip them under the band of your underwear, not giving in at all and removing them right away.

And if you whine she'd definitely mock you, something about how if you really wanted her to take care of you then you would be begging instead of crying because, "good girls dont cry 'til they get their way, they work for it." she spat at you with venom, your very last warning to straighten up

Mean!riri who really doesn't even give a fuck if you beg cause she'll taunt you even worse for those too, "you keep saying you want me to touch you, baby but, you not saying where.." she sighs and moves your coils out of your sweaty face, finally peering down with a deeply sad facade, "I won't know if you're really committed to this if you can't do that f'me, mama." she said while shaking her head and looking away like she was willing to stop if you didn't start singing her favorite song.

mean!riri who mutters out a quiet, "fuck it" to herself when she's finally ready to give in and fulfill your wishes, her ego hiking multiple altitudes when you spread your legs without her saying so much as a word to you now, all she had to do was slide your panties all the way off, giving your ankle a little kiss before laying down on her belly and rubbing your thighs, kissing down to your open split, blowing cool air onto your puffy clit which caused you to let out a loud mewl of disapproval "fu-uck please riri" You managed to slur out.

Riri smirked up at you, "mmm...how bad do you want me, baby?" she licked her lips trappin the bottom one inside.

"I want you so so bad, ri baby please-" you sounded surprisingly more desperate than you looked- and you looked like an absolute mess, edges flying up like they were a space x project, lip liner smudged, face stained with ruined mascara from the countless tears cascading down your cheeks due to her relentless teasing, you were such a mess, but to riri you were a pretty mess.

She had you right where she wanted you.

Riri cooed at you before bringing your wet cunt closer to her by pulling the front of your legs, "Of course, mama." She practically growls.

"You know, I'mma take care of you, baby."

Running away now- biiiiiiii

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The Elevator

Synopsis: Based on that ask i got that was based on that video I posted lol

Warnings: absolute filth lmao, Strap Slinger!Shuri, Panther!Shuri, hella dirty talk, once again Shuri forgets English when she’s horny and boy is she HORNY, reader is too tbh, some choking, squirting, wall fucking, breeding kink if you squint, idk I think that’s it

Word Count: 2837 (we get in, we get out😂) 

As always, any mistranslations are to be blamed on Google Translate

Your thighs rub together as you study her from across the elevator. She always looked incredible but today, something was different. Was it the way her hair was braided back, showing her sharp, stone-cut jaw? Was it the slim cut pant suit she wore with the top button undone, showing the smooth skin underneath? Was it the muscle she’d put on recently as a result of her training as Black Panther? Was it the way the veins and muscles in her fingers flexed as they moved over the holopad in her hands? Or was it the fact that you’d been without her touch for the past three weeks as she ran around on missions? 

Probably the last one.

Today was Shuri’s first day back after the latest mission and the two of you were currently headed to a meeting with the Elders to brief them on the findings and brainstorm next steps, after which Shuri was scheduled to be holed up in her lab for the rest of the day working on updates to suits and weapons. The Panther promised you that you would have her complete and undivided attention from 4:00p.m on, but it was only 9:15 a.m. 

You’re not sure you can wait that long. You need her now.

“I can feel you staring at me, usana.” The Panther in question muses without looking up from the holopad. She continues tapping around like she doesn’t know the effect she has on you (she does, you’re having a similar effect on her and it’s taking all of her restraint to keep her hands off of you).

“I can’t help it, Panther.” Your legs lead you across the elevator, planting yourself on the other side of the tablet in her hands, “You look so good.” You finger the lapels of her jacket as your other hand smooths along her waist, “Looks like you got a bit of a tan while you were gone.” 

“We had a couple days off between runs,” Shuri’s hands stutter in their movements as your fingers touch the bare skin of her chest, “Spent it on the beach.”

You smile to yourself as your hands continue to wander north, up Shuri’s neck to massage the back of her head. “Hmm, we should take a vacation together,” You say, eyeing Shuri’s collarbones as your right hand follows the track of your left, linking together around Shuri’s neck.

“I planned on it, as soon as everything calmed down,” Shuri sighs, giving into a small piece of her desire, deactivating the holopad and sliding it into her pocket before putting her hands on your hips and pulling your body flush against hers, “But you,” Shuri’s grip on your hips tighten as she spins the two of you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall of the slow-moving elevator as she positions herself between your legs, “You need to focus, intombi yam. We have a very important meeting in 45 minutes.” Despite the Panther’s scolding tone, her hands betrayed her, gripping the swell of your ass and biting her lip at the gasp that escaped you.

“How am I supposed to focus on a meeting when you look like this and I haven’t had you in weeks, Shuri.” You can’t help but to whine, trying to pull Shuri’s lips to yours, but she resists. Shuri’s teasing you—she knows full well that once you leave this elevator, neither one of you will be able to get a moment alone until tonight—and you hate every second of it. You grip Shuri’s slim hips, slotting her pelvis against yours and pulling a low growl from your lover’s chest.

“Y/N,” The Panther warns, tattooed hand wrapping around your throat. Your tongue peeks out of your mouth in response—a habit you started when you realized how it made the woman before you turn ravenous.

You stare deeply into Shuri’s eyes. The molten amber of her eyes is hidden behind her blown pupils. Her nostrils are flared from the deep breaths she’s been taking, trying to keep the Panther in check. You can see her jaw working––she’s weighing her options: fuck you in this elevator and risk being late or caught by Okoye and the elders, or wait until tonight which would be hell for the both of you. Shuri thinks you planned this; you have on her favorite dress, a slinky black midi that clings to your curves with thin fabric that leaves little to the imagination. You’ve thrown a jacket over it to make the dress work appropriate, but Shuri’s seen you in it enough times for her genius mind to fill in what she can’t see: the spaghetti straps that are struggling to contain the fullness of your breasts since you decided to forgo a bra—she’s watched you pull it up three times already when you thought she wasn’t paying attention (she always was). She can tell you decided to skip panties today by the way your ass moves when you walk. You have nothing on under this dress, and you’re begging her to fuck you in an elevator. It would be too easy—hike the stretchy dress up around your hips, hold you against the wall and drill into your dripping cunt until you squirt all over the both of you. 

“Shur—” You halt as Shuri tightens her grip on your throat. Oh, right, that’s not her name when she gets like this, “Panther, please. I need you. I missed you so much. Please.”

“Nceda, yintoni? Intombazana yam emdaka.” Shuri finally leans in but instead of gracing your lips with her kiss, she noses along your throat, her velvet mouth going to work on all the spots that only she knows, as her other hand massages your ass. (Please, what? My dirty girl).

You can only moan as your brain short circuits; Shuri’s hardly touched you and you’re already so overwhelmed. She invades every one of your senses: you’re intoxicated by her cologne, your sight hones in on her body and the strap that you know is one tap of her kimoyo beads away, you feel her hands as they grip and explore your body, you hear the deep growl that rumbles in her chest, the bass in her voice as she speaks to you, arousal dripping from every word. The only thing left is to taste her.

“Andikwazi ukukunika into oyifunayo ukuba awuwasebenzisi amagama akho, ntombazana entle.” Shuri mumbles against the column of your throat as she continues her ministrations. She’s still showing restraint; suckling hard enough for you to feel the pain of her teeth on your heated skin, but not hard enough to leave a mark. It’s not enough, you need her to snap. (I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, pretty girl)

You slowly pull her away from you, caressing the smooth planes of her cheeks as you lock eyes with her, “I–I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now, in this elevator. I need you so bad.”

Shuri draws closer to you, her lips grazing yours as she speaks, “Yitsho kwakhona.” Her command is simple, but it sends a new wave of slick leaking from your core as you whimper. (say it again)

“I-Panther yam, please. I’m so wet for you. I missed you so much while you were gone. I can’t make myself cum like you can. Please, please, please, please, please. I need to feel you.” You babble nonsensically as you fist your hands in the lapels of Shuri’s jacket to keep her from pulling away. Your voice catches in your throat as Shuri hikes your thigh up around her slim hips before sliding her hand under your dress, inching closer to your dripping cunt. Yes, keep going.

“Yilento ubuyifuna? Ukubanjwa kwi lift njenge njengehule?” Shuri slurs, her fingertips graze your lower lips, your wetness soaking her fingers as she pulls away. She can feel her resolve slipping, and she’s not sure if she wants to stop the panther from taking over. Shuri’s been without your touch for three weeks, and while it was fairly easy to stay focused when she was in Queen mode and miles away from you, she’s been struggling to keep her hands to herself since she slipped into bed beside you last night. Shuri now realizes that it was probably a bad idea to schedule meetings the day after a mission when she should be in bed, buried in the heaven between your thighs. (Is this what you wanted? To get fucked in an elevator like a slut?)

Your hips follow her fingers like a magnet, a shuddered cry falling from your lips, “Yes. Please fuck me.” Your tongue pokes out again, running along Shuri’s plump bottom lip, and that seems to finally make the Panther snap.

Shuri seals her mouth over yours, wasting no time in licking into your mouth and swallowing the moans that fall from your lips. Her kiss is desperate and rushed, her teeth knock against yours as her hands wander your body, switching between holding you against her and fumbling with undoing your jacket and attempting to lift your dress. Shuri pulls away from you all too soon, “Khulula le bhatyi yebhatyi.” She says lowly, turning to slam the E-Stop button on the elevator before facing you again, approaching slowly as you follow her command. (Take this fucking jacket off)

You slip the jacket from your shoulders and toss it on the ground. The cool air of the elevator and your braless state make your nipples pebble and Shuri’s eyes hone in on them, licking her lips as she prowls the rest of the way to you, undoing the buttons on her own jacket before sliding the dress straps from your shoulders, giving one tug on the fabric before your breasts overflow, spilling right into Shuri’s waiting palms. “Ubuyazi into oyenzayo, unxibe le lokhwe ishwabeneyo usazi ukuba andizukwazi ukususa izandla zam kuwe.” (You knew what you were doing, wearing this skimpy fucking dress knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you)

You unbutton Shuri’s pants, reaching your hand inside and palming her cunt over her boxers, pulling a grunt from the Panther as you slide a finger over her wet slit. “You get this wet every time you think of fucking me?” 

“Ewe, ngalo lonke ixesha.” Shuri pulls away from you again, this time pushing her pants down and tapping her kimoyo beads, materializing your favorite strap on her hips, “Phakamisa ilokhwe yakho, ntombazana entle.” (Yes, every time. Lift your dress up, pretty girl)

You waste no time following her commands, bunching your dress around your waist. Shuri’s on you in an instant, effortlessly lifting your feet off of the floor and pressing you between her body and the wall. She thrusts shallowly, running the tip of the strap between your soaking folds, poking at your clit.

“Undilungele, ntombam?” A smirk spreads on Shuri’s gorgeous face, she was going to fuck you senseless. At your nod, she slowly sinks in down to the hilt, pulling moans from both of you. (You ready for me, my girl?)

“Oh, God yes.” Your eyes roll back in your head, moans tumbling from your lips uncontrollably. You feel full in the best way possible as Shuri sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with abandon.

“Umanzi te kum.” Shuri grunts out, her eyes glued to your bouncing breasts before she leans forward, catching your sensitive nipple in her mouth and sinking her teeth in. (You’re so fucking wet for me)

“Shuri.” You cry out, your hand cradling her head against your chest. You feel that coil beginning to tighten with every delicious drag of the strap inside you. 

“Ufumana oku kuye wonke umn-–unh, shit—tu?” Shuri moans out. She’s trying to hold out to make you cum first, but your velvet walls are like a vacuum, sucking her back in every time she pulls out. You’re so wet, so tight around her, she can’t help but to drill into you as deep as possible every time you bless her with access to your body. Shuri’s not sure how long she can last when your pussy feels like home around her. (You get like this for everyone?)

“Just you, Shuri.”

“Uthetha ukuthi, ‘nguwe kuphela.’” You feel more than see Shuri’s smile against your neck as she continues pounding into you with a power only a Panther can possess, “Ndim ndedwa onokufana nawe unje.” Shuri leans back, hooking your thighs over her forearms and gripping your hips. (You mean ‘only you’. I’m the only one who can have you like this)

Your toes curl at the new angle, thighs shaking as Shuri’s name leaves your lips like a prayer; she’s dragging straight over your g spot with every movement, “Right there, right there. FUCK! Shuri!” 

“Le intshontsho yenzelwe ukundithatha.” Shuri’s looking between you, watching and hearing her strap disappear inside you only to reappear covered in your slick, “Wenzelwe idick yam.” She throws her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat as she moans out. (This pussy is made to take me; you were made for my dick)

You take the opportunity, wrapping your hands around Shuri’s throat and pressing lightly on her windpipe, “Come on, Panther. Fuck me.” 

Shuri locks eyes with you, a newfound fire burning within her irises. She smirks, slowing her thrusts as she repositions you yet again. Within moments you find yourself folded in half, your legs on Shuri’s shoulders as she leans in, pressing her forehead to yours and caging you between her body and the elevator wall. “Gcina izandla zakho apho. Qhubekeka undikrwitsha.”  Shuri starts moving again, slow, deep, pointed thrusts aimed directly at the spongy spot within you. (Keep your hands there. Keep fucking choking me.)

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fuck—Shuri, unh!” Your thighs start to shake as that familiar pressure is beginning to build again and Shuri isn’t far behind you, if her moans and stuttering hips are anything to go by,

“Uyavala, mama?” She grunts, fucking you faster—there’s a small piece of her brain that’s still aware of the meeting you two were headed to, though the rest of her body couldn’t care less; she was in heaven, and the angelic chorus was you moaning her name. (You close, mama?)

You don’t respond right away, your head is in the clouds as you fly to your orgasm on the strap of your lover, so your Xhosa to English translation was a bit delayed. “Shuri I—I..” 

“Ndiyazi, ntombi yam entle. Yiyeke ihambe kum. Ndisemva kwakho.” Shuri whispers in your ear. (I know, my pretty girl. Let it go for me. I’m right behind you.)

Your vision goes white as the first waves of your orgasm crash over you. Your walls clamp down, trapping Shuri inside as she chases her own orgasm. You vaguely hear yourself talking, telling Shuri to “fill me up” and “don’t pull out” but it sounds miles away, buried under the sound of your blood rushing through your veins from the force of your orgasmic bliss. 

Shuri’s thrusting again the second your walls release her, using the wetness from your first orgasm to pound into you harder, “Ufuna ndikugcwalise? Ngaba ufuna i-cum yam ithontsize kuwe yonke imini?” Shuri’s voice isn’t her own, it’s raspy, animalistic, rumbling low in her chest. (You want me to fill you up? You want my cum dripping from you all fucking day?) 

“Yes, Shuri, yes!” 

“Ndiza kukhwela i-cum ngenxa yakho.” Shuri’s hand on your hip turns into a claw, her blunt nails digging into your flesh as her orgasm finally hits. She buries her head into your neck, her attempt at muffling her moans as she pumps you full of her. (I’m gonna fucking cum for you.)

Shuri’s lips meet yours moments later, lazily dragging her lips against yours as you both try to catch your breath, “Kuxeshaphi?” (what time is it?)

You check your watch, “9:33. We made good time.” 

Shuri flashes you a smile, staying buried inside you for a few more moments before slowly pulling out, dematerializing the strap and moving to fix her clothes as you did the same. 

Once the two of you were presentable, Shuri deactivates the E-Stop, and the elevator goes into motion again, ascending one more floor before the doors open. Shuri offers you her arm as you exit, and the two of you walk down the hallway towards the meeting room.

“For future reference, maybe don’t book a full day of work the day after you come back from a long mission.” You say, pulling a chuckle from the woman next to you,

“I agree, sthandwa. That won’t happen again.” Shuri muses as she opens the door, allowing you to enter the boardroom first.

“Panther,” Okoye says as she stands, “One of the elevators was stopped for quite a while, what happened?”

You and Shuri lock eyes, sharing a small smirk before turning back to the General, “There was an emergency repair needed on one of the elevators. It’s fixed now.”

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im sexy ! im not posting a pic tho y’all will just have to trust me

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The Girl Next Door

Shuri can’t stand the noise you and Riri make every night, so she decides to do something about it.

Word count: 3627

Warnings: Nerd!Shuri, Bottom!Riri, Mean!Riri, Dom!Riri, Switch!Reader, Shuriri!xReader, Drinking, Shuri has a degrading and praise kink?

@oceean , you got me tripping over nerd!shuri

Tags: @sweetalittleselfish-honey @taiiunknown @bellaallebbella1 @sleepynggafr @pocketsizedpanther @oceean @anonassbjtch

@justl00king2

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“Shut up!” Shuri banged her fist against the bedroom wall, groaning in frustration. She could hear you and Riri in the bedroom fucking. Yesterday it was an argument, the day before yesterday, it was loud music.

Before you and Riri moved in next door, Shuri was at peace. It was quiet, just how she liked it. She could do her work, and focus on her studies. Though Shuri had never really talked to you both, she had seen you two pass by a couple of times on her way in or out. She had dealt with your loud obnoxious noises for the last time.

Once she realized you two weren’t going to quiet down, she put down her tools and made her way out of her apartment. She doesn’t know where she found the sudden courage, as she hated confronting anyone. But she just couldn’t take the noise anymore.

Shuri knocks once, and waits a while. Nothing. She knocks again, nothing. As she goes to knock once more, the door suddenly swings open, her eyes meeting you in one of Riri's shirts, poorly thrown on. Riri is just the same.

“Can we help you?” You tilt your head.

“I’m-“ Shuri looked at you and lost all she was trying to say. She then glanced over at Riri, flinching slightly at the sight of a dick print poking through the shirt. “I’m… your neighbor. I live in 1164.”

“Okay… can we help you?” Riri speaks up this time, her hand firm on your ass.

“Uh,” Shuri clears her throat. “I can uh… you guys are pretty loud. I can hear you in my bedroom.” Shuri’s eyes wander any and everywhere until she meets yours. You’re staring right into her eyes, a soft smirk on your face. Shuri scans your body once again, finding your nipples poking through the shirt.

“My eyes are up here, baby,” you cross your arms as you lean against the door frame. “What’s your name?”

“Sorry,” Shuri blurts, looking past you and Riri, into your apartment. “My name is Shuri. I live in 1164.”

“You said that already,” Riri smirks, and you both share a look. “What are you doing up this late anyway? You like listening to us fuck?”

Shuri’s eyes widen, meeting Riri. “N-no, i’m just- I’m working on a project and it’s very hard to focus with all the moaning.”

You nod slowly. “I’m y/n, this is my girlfriend, Riri. We’re so sorry about the noise, Shuri,” you purr her name, noticing her body shift. “We’ll try to keep it down. It’s really hard to when Riri’s fucking me right.”

Shuri blinks. “Goodnight.” She turns away quickly and walks back into her apartment.

“She’s diffident,” you turn to look at Riri.

“Fucking nerd,”

“Be nice. Maybe we should invite her over sometime.”

“To fuck?!” Riri shrieks.

You simply shrug as you close the door.

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Two days later, you found yourself at Shuri’s doorstep. You knock gently, offering up a soft smile. Shuri opens the door, wearing her shock on her face with no shame. “Y/N… hi.”

“Hey, I’m not bothering you any, am I?” Your eyes scan Shuri’s body.

“No… what’s- uh, is something wrong?”

“I wanted to apologize for the other night. Do you wanna come over later for dinner? I’m cooking.”

“I don’t want to intrude,” Shuri shakes her head, smiling softly.

“No,” you step closer, pulling Shuri’s glasses down from her nose a little. “I want you there. Be over at six, okay?”

“Six.” Shuri nods slowly, echoing you but sounding a bit dazed.

“Good. I’ll see you tonight,” you wanted to see if this would work. “Shuri.”

Shuri’s heart jumped, causing her to shift from one leg to the other. “But- your girlfriend… would she want me over?”

You stifle a laugh. “She’ll get over it. One way or another.” You tap Shuri’s cheek gentle before walking away to your apartment, swaying your hips for extra good measure.

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“She’s what?” Riri raised a sharp brow as she helped you set the table.

“She’s coming over for dinner, and I don’t want to hear any lip from you.”

“Who said you can make all the rules?”

“Who said you made any of the rules, Riri?”

Riri smiles at your tone, putting down the cups to wrap her arms around you from behind. “Fine… but you owe me.”

“Of course I do.” You roll your eyes, turning your head to kiss Riri before hearing a faint knock at the door. “Go get it.”

Riri made her way over to the door, sighing before opening it. There stood Shuri with flowers in hand.

“You making a love confession?” Riri gestured at the flowers.

“W-what?”

“I’m just fuckin with you. Come in,” Riri smirked, closing the door behind her. She saw Shuris eyes, the way the black compression t-shirt hugged her biceps, her silver chain hanging at just the right length. “I like your haircut. I need to get my shit cut.”

“Thank you. I have some clippers… maybe I could cut it for you sometime.” Shuri offered with a soft smile. “I know how to do some designs too, save you some money.”

“You’d do that?” Riri stopped in front of Shuri, staring her dead in the eye.

“Y-yeah. We’re neighbors,” Shuri shrugged, breaking eye contact. “I don’t mind.”

“That’s sweet of you, Shuri,” you speak up, the plate of jollof rice and plantains in your hands being set down at the table. You began fixing their plates, adding a generous amount. “Y’all ready to eat?”

If a light were shone in Shuri’s eyes, you could see the excitement in them. “Jollof,” she grinned, placing the flowers down on the island before making her way to the table with you. “I haven’t had this in so long.”

“Yeah?” you coo towards Shuri as you sit down. “I make it all the time. You can take home a container if you want.”

“I couldn’t-“

“Take home a container. She’ll probably bring you pots anyway.” Riri smirked as she began eating. Riri knows you told her to be nice, but she enjoyed seeing Shuri panic and hearing her stutter.

You liked it as well.

“I’ll make you as much as you want, baby.” Your eyes meet Shuri’s once again, but she’s not looking into yours. She’s eyeing your body, drinking in every curve on you. She finds you angelic. The way that dress hugged your body was something sinister. To make matters worse, Riri was just as stunning. Her smile was bright, and her muscles flexed with every little move she made.

What am I doing? Shuri though.

“Thank you,” Shuri finally says. The rest of dinner was Shuri telling you and Riri where she’s from and why she’s so knee deep in projects and studies.

“I got a garage. If you ever wanna weld or some shit, just let me know. We can hang.” Riri offers Shuri her first sincere smile since they’ve met.

“I feel like you’re both giving me too much.” Shuri put down her fork once she was done eating, fiddling with her hands bashfully.

“We haven’t given you enough just yet, Shuri.” You stand up to take the plates away and wash them, Shuri and Riri following behind you like ducklings.

“I can wash the dishes. It’s the least I could do.” Shuri stops in front of you.

“You’re the guest. Why would we invite you in just to make you eat then clean.” Riri speaks from behind Shuri, making her trapped between you and Riri.

“You’re not cleaning these dishes. But you know wan you can do for me?”

“What?”

“Come to the club with us this Friday night.”

Both Riri and Shuri choke.

“I don’t uh… I’ve never really been to a club. I don’t go out to things like that.” Shuri stuttered again, earning a smirk from Riri.

“All the better. That means you should come! We’ll take care of you. It’ll be fun.” You reassure Shuri.

Riri puts her hands on her shoulders. “It’s walking distance. You down?”

Shuri nods slowly.

“Be here at 9:30.” Riri pats the taller woman on the back.

“I will,” Shuri reassures. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was amazing. It’s getting late though, I think I should go.”

“I’m glad you came over.” You grab the container of rice and hand it to Shuri. “If you ever want more, just tell me, okay?” Your hand grazes over Shuri’s, your eyes once again locked in on hers. “Goodnight, Shuri.”

“Yes ma- yes. Good night.” Shuri turns around, only to be met with Riri, that stupid smirk plastered on her face.

“Want me to walk you home little puppy?”

“Riri,” you warn.

“I’m kidding, damn. Always scolding me for some shit. Niggas can’t joke around,” Riri mumbled as she walked towards the door, leading Shuri out. “Sweet dreams.” She winked.

That night, Shuri replayed the entire thing over and over in her mind. She heard you and Riri faintly through the walls once again, but slept soundly. As if your moans were a lullaby, music to her ears.

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Friday came faster than Shuri anticipated. She rummaged through her closet, trying to find something to wear. Before she knew it, the day had gone and it was 9:25. She dressed herself in some black cargos and a black compression shirt. Was she going for a batman look?

Regardless, Shuri made her way over to your apartment. She didn’t even get to knock before you swung the door open. “Shuri! Ooh… you look good… you trying to impress someone tonight?” you nudge her.

You and your girlfriend. “No,” Shuri chuckled. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you grin, gasping at what you’ve just seen.

Shuri and Riri wearing the same shirt. “Oh, this is too good.” You laugh.

“Sorry, should I change?” Shuri shoved her hands into her pockets, searching for her keys.

“Nah,” Riri shook her eyes, sizing up Shuri. “You look good as fuck . Like you trying to impress somebody.”

The walk to the club was short and sweet. Shuri walked in between you and Riri, feeling herself finally let loose a little. Walking into the club, she was met with loud music and voices laughing and chattering.

It was all women in the club. Shuri’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. “Y-Y/N, you didn’t tell me that we’d be going to an all women’s club.”

You turn to look at Shuri, stepping closer to her. “Are you nervous?” Your fingers dance up to her neck, playing with the chain that hung there. “You look too good to go home tonight.”

“I don’t want to go home,” Shuri’s hands hesitantly made their way up to your hips, gently placed there.

What am I doing?

“Good,” your voice lowers as you feel Shuri’s hands on your hips. “Getting bold.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I know there’s more where that came from.” You pat her chest before turning away to go to the bar. Riri was already there getting the drinks.

“You a drink virgin too?” Riri handed Shuri a shot glass, then you as well.

“I mean, I’ve had a drink before… I've had wine. Red and-“

“So yes.” You chuckle, raising your glass. “To Shuri, who’s finally coming out of her shell.”

Shuri stares at the drink in her hand, nervous of what it will taste like.

Riri repeats the toast, keeping her eyes steady on Shuri. “You’re supposed to drink it.” Riri puts her empty glass down and comes closer to Shuri, taking the glass out of her hand. “Open,” She holds Shuri’s jaw with her free hand. When Shuri finally opens, Riri gently pours the drink in her mouth. “Swallow… Good girl.” She coos.

Shuri grimaced from the taste, but her face became sort of dazed after. “Good girl” echoed through her mind, sending a wave of wetness in between her legs.

You suppress a smirk. “You okay?”

Shuri begins to smile. “Yes. Can I uh… can I get something sweeter?”

“You should’ve gotten her a chaser.” You speak to Riri as you order something a little nicer for Shuri’s tastebuds.

“She’s a big girl. She took it.” Riri shrugged simply, squeezing Shuri’s shoulder before waking to the dance floor.

Shuri found you once again, her eyes checking out your body through her glasses. You turn around from the bar, catching her wandering eyes. “Can you see without them?”

“My glasses? A little. Should… should I take them off?”

“No. You look hot with them,”

“Be careful,” Shuri warned.

You approach Shuri, taking her glasses off her face, putting them on yours. “I look good?”

For the first time since you’ve met, Shuri laughed from her belly. “You always do. The round frame looks great on you.”

“I like how they look on you. They make you look cuter, but sexy at the same time.” You put Shuri’s glasses back on her face, turning away once her drink was ready. “Something sweeter.”

For the next few hours, Shuri babysat that drink. You and Riri didn’t drink much, only enough to feel a slight buzz that could be gone in an instant. There was a moment when you glanced over at Shuri, and she was sitting in a chair, a random girl sitting on her lap. Riri saw this too, and she saw the devious look on your face.

“Whatever you’re about to do, do it quick.”

“You know you want her too,” you purr before placing a kiss on Riri’s lips. “I think it’d work better if you came along.”

“Y/N,” Riri squinted.

“Please?” You beg Riri, pulling her in closer for a deeper kiss. You know you’d won once you felt her hands on your ass.

“Go,” Riri nodded, following behind you.

“I’ve been looking for you! You wandered off… you must be having fun.” You sit on Shuri’s lap, opposite of the mystery girl. “And who’s this?”

Shuri’s eyes widened. “Uh, this is Nat,” Shuri offered a smile, but it faded once she realized neither you or Riri were smiling. “We met a few moments ago.”

“Yeah?” You put your fingers in Shuri’s hair, playing with her curls. “Why didn’t you introduce us sooner, baby? You’re very pretty, Nat.”

“Baby?” Nat raised an eyebrow. “Thanks, you too.” Nat got up off of Shuri’s lap, her face reeking with disappointment as she walked away.

“Why’d you do that?” Shuri questioned you, a small pout on her face. You wondered if she was buzzed.

“Because I felt like it. How are you feeling?” You ask Shuri, Riri pulling up a chair next to you both.

“I feel good,” Shuri shrugged, her eyes elsewhere.

“Look at her when she’s talking to you,” Riri commanded, putting her hand under Shuri’s chin to make her look at you. “We don’t play that shit ‘round here, baby.”

Shuri jumped. Her eyes immediately met yours. “I feel good.” She repeated.

“Do you want to go home?” You whisper into Shuri’s ear, nibbling gentle. This was venom. Shuri let out a low moan, which was thankfully muffled by the loud music. But you heard it all. “Is that a yes?” You kiss her ear, then leave a trail down her neck. “I think we need to talk.”

“Yes,” Shuri whispered, her eyes locked with Riri. Riri, being the jerk she is, playfully winked at Shuri and did the scissoring motion with her hands. Shuri smiles at this.

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“Sit down,” Riri commands Shuri once the three of you are back to your apartment. Shuri sits immediately, looking up at the two of you. She feels small, even though she's the tallest amongst you all. “Do you see Y/N?”

“Yes,”

“You think she’s pretty?”

“Y-yes,”

“You wanna fuck her?”

“Riri, I-“

“Riri,” You sigh, hitting her arm. You come closer to Shuri, sitting next to her. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I’ve seen the way you look at Riri.”

Shuri’s heart race quickens. Her eyes flicker from yours to Riri’s. “I didn’t mean to cause any problems, I just-“

“Let me finish,” You say calmly, placing a hand on Shuri’s cheek. “We look at you just the same. But you’re always so nervous, we don’t know how to make a move without fear of making you faint.”

Shuri huffs, finally smiling. “You’re both just… you’re very attractive. I’ve never been attracted to two women at once and it’s a lot for me to figure out. I didn’t want to seem weird for feeling like-“

While Shuri rambled, you and Riri share a look. Riri nods, and that’s all you needed. You lean in, pulling Shuri’s face close to yours for a deep kiss. Your tongue sweeps across Shuri’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. Shuri lets you in, and you immediately let your tongue dominate hers. The kiss didn’t end until air was needed by the both of you.

“Anybody tell you how good of a kisser you are?” You grin, your hand sneaking under Shuri’s shirt. Shuri got bold again, her hand finding your ass and taking hold of it.

“You’re actually my first,” Shuri admitted with a simple shrug. “Damn.” That kiss slapped her sober.

“That’s cute.” You coo, placing kisses all over Shuri’s face. “You need to tell us if this is something you want. Stop me now if you don’t.”

Shuri shook her head. “I want it. I want you. I want Riri.”

“You don’t got no manners?” Riri came closer to Shuri, their lips just inches apart.

“Please,” Shuri whispered , inching closer to Riri’s lips. She had tasted you, now she wanted a taste of Riri.

Your kiss slapped Shuri sober, but Riri’s kiss was near enough to get her drunk all over again.

This all started with Shuri complaining about the moaning. Now she was the one making you moan. Shuri had a good tongue on her, her tongue entering and exiting your cunt, driving you insane.

“There baby, that’s it…” You praise Shuri in between moans. “Do that again. F-Fuck.”

“This?” Shuri blows on your clit.

Who the fuck taught her that?

“I’m gonna cum, shit, Shuri. Keep going, like that, baby! Just like that!”

Shuri made you cum. Shuri. I made her cum. Shuri thinks, wearing her smile on her face as she kisses your thighs while you come down from your orgasm.

“I did good?”

“You… are you sure that was your first time giving head?” You smile, sitting up on the bed. Riri sat on the bed with a box in her hand, already naked. It almost made you laugh how quiet and still Riri could get.

“I’m gonna use it on her.” Riri grinned from ear to ear.

“I figured.” You smile, pulling Shuri in for a kiss, tasting yourself. “I taste good, don’t I baby?”

“Yes ma’am,” Shuri whines.

“What?” You and Riri say in unison.

“Yes.” Shuri clears her throat. “What is she going to use on me?

“I told you I got a garage. I’m big on tech and all that. I was messing around and made a strap that feeds the energy to both of us. I can feel you.” Riri explained simply, finishing strapping up. “You down?”

Shuri was intrigued by this tech. She would admit to Riri that she had something that could enhance it tomorrow.

“Yes,” she said with no hesitation. You sat on the edge of the bed and watched them set up.

“Ride it for me, baby,” Riri laid back on the bed, her eyes steady on Shuri. You shift to Shuri’s side, helping her on it.

“Fuck,” Shuri and Riri moan in unison, sending a wave of wetness straight in between your thighs. Shuri, eager to feel this all, wastes no time riding Riri. She starts off slow to adjust. You watch in awe as her moans gradually get louder.

“Shh,” You come up behind Shuri, placing kisses on her neck. “You wouldn’t want to disturb and upset the neighbors, would you?”

Riri laughs.

Ironic.

“Y/N, come here baby,’ Riri beckons you closer. “Sit on my face. Let me eat it,”

“Manners?” You tease.

“Please?” Riri finally sucks up, offering a gentle smile.

You oblige, lowering yourself onto Riri’s face. You and Shuri riding Riri at once was truly something Riri would never forget. And she was sure it was going to happen again.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” Shuri gasped.

“No you’re not,” you shake your head, pulling Shuri closer by grabbing hold of her neck. Riri was going to town on your pussy.

“Hold that shit,” Riri mumbled into your pussy, causing you to let out a moan. “Ri!” You whine. By this point, Riri was thrusting her hips up into Shuri, meeting her body every thrust with a smack.

Shuri was quite the noise maker. Her moans and whines were music to you and Riri’s ears, but you wanted more of her lips. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I- You’re so-“ Shuri was a mess. “Good.” Was all she managed to get out. “You’re so good.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum for Riri?”

Shuri nods.

“Use your words baby. Tell us what you want.”

“I wa-wanna cum, please.”

You felt your own orgasm breaching. “Ri,” you purr, riding her face now.

“Cum for me.” Riri speaks to the both of you, and it was almost immediate. You and Shuri’s bodies tremble together in pleasure, moaning out incoherent words, the only thing being clear was Riri’s name. Riri’ orgasm was not too far after, her moans low, sending more vibrations throughout your body.

All three of you lay out on the bed, catching your breath, staring up at the ceiling. It was blissful, comfortable, post orgasm silence until you heard a knock at the door.

The neighbors.

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Nerd!Shuri gets nervous when you talk to her. She stutters every time you look at her

Nerd!Shuri blushes heavily when you wear her glasses. “P-Please don’t break them y/n” you only smirked at her

Nerd!Shuri who whimpers when you kiss her neck heavily. “Aww my baby likes that doesn’t she?”

Nerd!Shuri gets more aroused when you ride her with her glasses on your face.

Nerd!Shuri who eats you out but loves to hear you praise her. “Am I doing a good?” “Your doing…your doing great baby.” You say on the verge on releasing.

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@pantherheart @inmyheadimobsessed @missudaku @shurislover @venusdraco @bstaytrippin @verachii

[kissthehearth]

That’s My Girl

Warnings: name calling, top!riri, nerdy!reader, smut, mentions of: spanking, biting, choking, reader is a big baby idk, riri is a stud with half n half dyed locs ( @pantherheart , you scared?)

Tags: @sweetalittleselfish-honey @taiiunknown @oceean @pocketsizedpanther @bellaallebbella1 @sleepynggafr @mysticalmarss @stvrrversee @pantherheart

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You and Riri lived together, but it felt like you barely saw each other. Between her lab and garage duties, and your constant company trips and interviewing s, you never saw each other. If you came home, she would be be knocked out cold. If she came home, you’d be up editing.

No time for each other.

And of course, this caused frustration. Sexual and mental. You missed her, and she missed you. You’d often catch yourself daydreaming about her hands roaming your body, touching, kissing, and biting what was rightfully hers.

Every inch of you belonged to Riri. And recently, you didn’t feel like it.

You woke up one morning to the sound of shuffling in your kitchen. You glance over at Riri’s side of the bed, your lips curling into a smile as you notice her phone charging on the bedside table. With newfound strength, you got up immediately and made your way to your girlfriend who was making her daily protein shake.

“Baby,” you smile, still a little tired, Your arms wrap around her loosely.

Riri smiles at this sensation. “Ma,” she rasps out, turning around so she could face you. Without hesitating, she lifts you up onto the countertop, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. “I’ve missed you so much.” She breathes.

“Stay,” you beg, your nails massaging Riri’s scalp. “I’ll retwist,.” You offer, earning a laugh from Riri. Oh, how you missed that sound.

“I need one that bad?” She raises a brow, pulling a few inches away to get a good look at what was hers. “I gotta go to the lab and then the garage for a while baby. You know I wish I could stay.”

“Tell Shuri to wait. She can wait. I can’t,” you pout, stealing more peppered kisses. “Please.” You beg once more.

“Imma see if I can come home earlier. ‘Round three or something? Then we gonna get all dressed up, and I’ll take your fine ass downtown for a while. Get you something good to eat… how's that sound?”

You’d gotten lost in Riri’s presence, you weren’t even paying attention. The sound of her voice was enough to make you want to cry. Or cum. Both were a possibility. “Ri.” You whine.

“I promise, baby. Can you wait for me, huh? My pretty girl,” Riri coos, her lips coming closer to meet your neck. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? Then I’m yours tonight. “

She knows the impact she has on you. Perhaps it slipped her mind for the moment, but if she kissed you anymore, you would’ve stripped naked. “Yeah,” you nod with a sigh, offering a small smile.

“That’s my girl.” Riri nodded satisfied, kissing you once more before patting your thighs.

“I’ll get your backpack.” You jump suddenly and rush back into the bedroom. You grab the journal off of the bedside table and flip to the very back. You had written this note for Riri one night when you were a jumble of emotions. Horny, sad, hungry, sober… and she wasn't there to satisfy any of that. You rip the letter out of the journal and slip it into Riri's bag before grabbing her phone as well. Riri meets you at the door, her head tilted to the side a bit confused.

“What?” You question.

“Nothing,” Riri chuckles, shaking her head. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Be safe.” You walk Riri out to the car and watch her pull off.

Once again, she had left you alone.

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It wasn’t until around 12 when you heard from Riri again. You were off for the next couple of days, and she had managed to slip away for a while.

“You hungry?” Riri asked as she looks through her backpack for her keys.

“Yeah, I was just gonna go out to Chipotle or something. I still got that gift card Shuri got me.”

“That sounds good. I think Imma-“ Riri cut her sentence short. Her mouth hung open slightly as she found and read your letter.

Take your stress out on me.

Grab me, choke me, spank me.

Just touch me.

I am yours, use me.

Turn me into the sluttiest girl in this city.

Choke me until the room starts spinning.

Bite me until my skin is red.

Call me the dirtiest things that brilliant mind of yours can think of.

I’m so alone without you here.

My fingers don’t compare to yours.

The bed is cold.

The house is quiet.

Put work aside, and focus on me.

I miss you,

I need you,

I love you.

“Ri?”you speak up after a moment.

Riri hangs up the phone, leaving you curious. You had forgotten about the letter until your eyes meet the journal laying on your bed.

“I’m five minutes away.” One text.

“I’m fucking the shit out of you.” Another text

“And then I’m taking you out like it never happened.” Final text.

And that’s exactly what she did. Riri was a woman of her word. She came home and wasted no time getting right to work. Her tongue working its devious magic against your sensitive clit, sending you into 6 blissful orgasms before she put on that damned vibranium strap.

“You got more in you?”

“Mmh,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Nah,” Riri spanks your thigh, sending a wave of pain and pleasure throughout your entire body. You moan out her name, gripping the pillow tighter. “Be a good slut for me and speak up. You got any more for me?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly. “Yes, Riri, baby, please.” You beg.

“And whose pussy is this?”

“Your pussy.” You grin.

“That’s my girl.”

[kissthehearth]

forbidden fruit

shuri x dora milaje!reader

summary: your job becomes increasingly difficult when a certain princess is persistent on making you hers.

content/warnings: suggestive language, stripping/nudity, fade to black ending

a/n: in my head reader still has hair, but do as you please. im very attached to my hair, but a bald era is tempting. anyways, i had pre WF shuri in mind bc she seems more bratty then, but again, as you please

✧

“Nkosazana! Are you alright?” Princess.

“Could you come here, please?” she shouted back.

You eyed the door suspiciously, unsure if you should enter, especially with all the antics she pulls. Reluctantly, you respond. “I’m coming in now, assure you are decent.”

If this were anyone else, you would’ve burst in without question, but with the princess, things were different. When you’d been assigned to protective duty over her, you immediately asked the gods why they’d do such a thing. Ever since you became a Dora, the princess made it her job to torture you, tease you, push your buttons just to see what reaction she could evoke. You assumed it was just her defiant nature, her being drawn to the thought of such an illicit affair. Though other times, it seemed she just wanted someone by her side—you.

You accompanied her on trips to the market, walks around the capitol, and wherever she roamed in the palace. She would start by asking your opinion on some object, usually tech or clothing. It would escalate to spending hours with each other, walking aimlessly until nightfall talking about everything from the weather to believing in the gods.

You began to look forward to seeing her, talking to her, laughing with her, simply being around her, but you were also keen on never letting things get to far. Shuri had a tendency to make her advances ever so prominent when you weren’t in the confines of the castle. From lingering touches, suggestive language, and walking a little to close for comfort between royalty and warrior. This cat and mouse game had gone on for months, and unbeknownst to you, the princess planned on winning.

You peaked your head in and scanned the room before walking in completely. “Shuri?” You called, spear pointed fiercely in front of you. You continued until she came walking from her closet, your jaw parting as your spear lowered.

Bast, help you.

There she was, in all her glory. Standing in the skimpiest satin robe you’ve ever seen, nipples perking against the pearl-colored fabric. You felt shameful as your eyes betrayed you, scanning over her body, not used to seeing this much skin. The robe stopped just under the curve of her ass, the front tied loosely with the belt ends dangling mid thigh.

“You’re staring.” she said, a confident, cocky smirk on her lips as you snapped your eyes back to her face.

Quickly straightening out your back and tightening the grip on your spear, you replied. “What is it you need, princess?”

“My towel.”

You gave her a deadpan look. “You pressed the emergency button on your beads,” you began, “so I could fetch your towel?”

She nodded simply. “Mmhm, it’s just there,” she pointed to the cupboard above the mirror, “on the top shelf.”

You clenched your jaw as she smiled at you, she fucking smiled. “And put that spear down, would you? You’re going to poke someone’s eye out.” It was then when you realized what a death grip you had on the object. If it weren’t made of vibranium-laced metal, you’re sure it would’ve bent.

Nonetheless, you obliged before walking over to the girl, standing directly in front of her. She looked up at you with those bright, beautiful eyes. ‘Lo mfazi uya kuba kukufa kwam’ you thought. This girl will be the death of me.

You faced the mirror, reaching up and stretching your fingers a few times before grabbing it as you heard the shower start.

“Here you go, my princess. Your beloved towe-” you said while turning around. Only to be met with Shuri’s bare body, accompanied by a small smile as she stood in front of the shower door, her robe abandoned at her feet.

“Shuri!” You shrieked, turning around, yet meeting her frame once more in the mirror. “Princess,” you said sternly, looking at the floor, “These…games have gone on long enough. This is highly unprofessional and inappropriate. It was ignorant of me to indulge in this-this-”

“This what?” She asked, taking a step towards you, her gaze lustful and longing. “Admit it, sana, you like me.”

Your eyes remained glued to the floor as she stalked toward you, like predator to prey. You swallowed thickly as she came closer. “It does not matter how I feel-”

“Uyaxoka,” she whispered, circling your body, her breath warm on the back of your neck. You’re lying.

“-your family, my duty, the elders! What would they think of us?” You meant for your words to be stern and stoic, but the response came out meekly, your body unable to hide the underlying desire you tried so hard to fight.

“I think,” she said slowly, “you are wearing far too much clothing.” As she spoke, top of your armor slid off your body, landing on the tile with a clang.

You shivered as the cool air meets your breasts, nipples hardening at the change—and your arousal. She walked back to your front holding your gaze as she lowered herself.

“Princess,” you warned.

It was no use, though. She smiled deviously as she slid your boot off, one hand on your inner thigh to keep you steady as she repeated on the other foot.

“Princess.”

Looking down at her, she wasn’t looking at you. Her eyes were glued to her hands that were quickly and skillfully tugging down waistband of your pants, along with your underwear. She kept her eyes down as she guided your body out each garment, finally smiling up at you once she had you where—or perhaps how—she wanted you.

She kissed your thighs, massaging the soft skin of your hamstrings as she moaned softly.

“Nkosazana,” you said breathlessly. Shuri rose to her feet, her face inches from yours.

“Ubufowunele?” she answered slyly, laughing at your compromised state. You called?

“Please,” you begged, tilting your head back as you placed arms around her neck. She hummed in approval before kissing your neck slowly, hands on your hips while walking you backwards towards the shower.

Just as she left it, the door was open as steam poured out the entrance. She trailed her lips up your jawline as your back hits the wall.

Shuri peals her mouth off you, keeping her body close. She hovers over your lips. You part yours almost instinctively.

Her lips curl into a smile at your neediness.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[kissthehearth]

nah riri is such a kehlani/bktherula/victoria monet lesbian, then shuri is that syd/internet/dreamer insomina/willow lesbian

marinate in that🙏🏾

[kissthehearth]

ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ʜᴀʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: Emerald Haywood

From: NOPE (2022) Dir. Jordan Peele

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: Some general headcanons (as well as a few high!emerald haywood) for final girl Emerald Haywood!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug usage (cannabis), suggestive themes

A/N: I’m a whore for black women, that's literally the only reason for this. Thanks to @babyboiboyega for inspo for the high!em headcanons....yes this was a long while ago BUT it's something to post while my laptop is still in the shop lol.

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Emerald don’t play about what she want. If its one thing her daddy taught her, its that if you want something, you put in all you got to get it. So best believe that if you catch her attention, and she comes up to you, she’s already been plotting on you for a minute, and has a sureproof plan of making you hers

Emerald is so in tune with her masculine and feminine energies that it throws you off sometimes. It’s incredibly attractive to you, and the slightest switch in tone or the softest touch on your hip has you quivering and on your knees.

Emerald always has to have some sort of physical contact with you, no matter where you are. She doesn’t care if she’s talking to her brother or to the president, her arm is always around your waist or your shoulders, or she’s always holding your hand. Cuz god forbid if these niggas think they have a chance with you. You’re hers and she’s gonna proudly show the entire world that.

Date nights are always fun and adventurous, never a dull moment with Emerald. Whether it be hitting up a burger joint or crashing at a festival or just stargazing out on the ranch, whatever you do with Emerald always leaves you happy and not wanting the night to end. Though she shushes you with an all-too passionate kiss and reassures you that there’ll always be another date, and that you're always welcome to stay the night at her place, because she’d be lying if she said she’s had enough of you, either.

Emerald is the type to always wanna facetime or video call you when both of yall are away from each other, and she’ll keep you on it with no remorse because she wants to see your pretty face and hear your pretty voice. Even when you say you're getting tired and that you’ll talk to her later, she’ll whine and say she wants to stay on the phone because she misses you and your voice. All that only to proceed to make fun of you when and if you do fall asleep on facetime the next day.

There’s two types of High!Emerald that you can get whatever she lights up a blunt. The first one is this giggly, happy go lucky emerald who has a never ending loop of jokes spilling from her lips, and is always tripping on shit - physically and figuratively. But that other High!Emerald is a rather…dangerous persona…

high!Emerald Haywood

High!Emerald who, if you're sitting on her lap, doesn’t let you up no matter what, because she just has to have her hands on you when her mind is muddled with smoke.

High!Emerald who has these dark, half-lidded eyes that make you all timid, hot and bothered because fuck, she looks so hot under the influence, and she knows it, and uses that against you every chance she gets.

High!Emerald who talks to you in this low, honey smooth tone, her voice dropping an octave and she either stares right into your eyes as she talks or she leans right into your ear to make sure you hear every word shes saying, and totally not because she loves watching you squirm at the way her voice alone gets to you

High!Emerald who sits back in her chair, manspreading, definitely checking you out while you're walking around the room. Especially if you're wearing next to nothing, cuz you know exactly what you be doing too. Whether its a tight tank or one of her shirts/hoodies and some short shorts, it drives her absolutely insane, more so when she’s high. She’ll motion for you to come to her, with a low “c'mere” that has your knees weak already

High!Emerald who, if you try to lift yourself off her lap, pulls you back down just as quick, muttering “where you goin’” with a hum as she dives into your neck, littering kisses along your throat that make your breath hitch. Her skillful fingers dance under your top, and she could care less about her brother downstairs or your folks in the next room, because when Emerald wants to hear your pretty voice, she’s going to get what she wants.

High!Emerald is so mean when she’s teasing you, saying ‘you gotta be quiet for me pretty girl’ even though she knows very well you won’t be able to, cuz you’re already a whimpering mess begging for more of her teasing, fleeting touch.

High!Emerald, who if she’s feeling mean enough, will just leave you be after she’s had her fill of your delicious sounds, leaving you a mess in her chair, near tears. But if she’s nice, which, she normally is anyway, she’ll indulge you, because she just can’t help to see her pretty baby teary eyed and unsatisfied

[kissthehearth]

YO WRITERS

Stop what you’re doing right now and go write 3 sentences of your story.

Every time you see this, write 3 lines.

Reblog so other writers will do the same, let’s finish these damn stories.

[kissthehearth]

Nasty sex with a hint of sweetness in it is fucking amazing like pound my shit but hold my hand while you do it