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A taglist turla got me weak but this was so cute!!!

Coffee Bae

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Black Med! OC (Karis Z. Brown, M.D., F.A.C.S., F.A.C.C.)

A/N: Hey y’all! Happy New Year! After the love “Just One Round” received, I wanted to give y’all an origin story. Also, I wanted to modify something. While Black women wake up phenomenal beings, we can’t do everything. That being said, Karis is just cardiothoracic surgeon, rather than both a trauma AND cardiothoracic surgeon. I’m sure she’ll thank me for lessening her load. Y’all ready? Cool, here’s the story!

**I had to re-upload because the rough draft uploaded rather than the finished product. I apologize**

Summary: A chance meeting at the local coffee shop get Kevin and Karis together.

Word Count: 1384

Warning(s): Black Love, language

Pressurized steam, clinking porcelain, shouted names, and scattered conversations were the soundtrack to Karis’s morning trip to her favorite coffee shop, Jahva Coffee Bazaar. Her godparents’ coffee shop had been her safe haven since she moved to Chicago nearly a year ago. Karis traded in Hand Grenades and beignets for Harold’s mild wings and miserable winters. However, with the dramatic change in environment came unprecedented professional and personal growth.

Today was her first lecture at Chicago Central. She would be speaking to the med school students as a part of their cardiology education. Nervous was an understatement; she spent most of the day before revising and rehearsing the lecture. Now, she was at Jahva in her usual spot: the corner booth in towards the back.

One of the unique elements of Jahva was the element of community. Bruce and Juanita— Karis’s godparents— insisted strangers sit together when it got busy. For some reason, today was that day. The Friday morning traffic was busier than usual; more students and professionals stationed their electronics on the tables and counters. To make matters worse, it rained throughout the morning.

Kevin braved the rain to make it to Jahva. Wayward droplets cascaded off of the sleeves of his black puffy coat, falling to the welcome mat at the front door. He scanned the coffee shop for an available seat as he stood in line, cursing to himself as he failed to find a vacant spot.

Sure enough, he spotted Karis in her corner booth. Just as he confirmed his intended destination, Bruce, her godfather and shop owner, caught Kevin’s attention.

“Kevin, my man! What’s good witcha this mornin’?” The two men dapped each other up.

“Can’t complain, Unc. I don’t have to be at the station until later on…,” his eyes wandered back towards Karis,”…so I’m here.”

This time, her gaze met his. She grinned and returned her focus to her MacBook.

Kevin resumed his conversation with Bruce, “Aye real quick. Gotta question for ya, Unc.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you know who that beautiful young lady is over there?” Kevin nodded in her direction as to not gain attention to himself.

Bruce chuckled to himself, “Of course. She’s my goddaughter. She’s a surgeon and just moved into the city bout a year ago. If you want to sit by her, just go over there. I’ll send your usual that way.”

Kevin patted Bruce’s back in appreciation, “Good lookin’ out, Unc.”

Karis watched the tall, handsome man strut towards her. In a panic, she re-opened her lecture notes on her laptop. She had to look busier than she actually was. Her commitment to the diversion worked. She felt a presence in front of her. Her eyes met his once again, this time, she smiled, revealing the thin gap that nestled between her two front teeth. His gaze intensified.

“Is uhh…,” Kevin began to fumble over his words, “is this uhhh…seat…taken?”

Karis chuckled at his schoolboy-like nervousness, “Actually, I was hoping you sat next to me when you came in.” She picked her work bag out of the empty seat across from her, “Please, have a seat.”

Kevin bit his lip as he sat down, excited that she accepted his request. He thanked her, to which she graciously welcomed him. As he sat down, he reached his hand out towards her, “I’m Kevin by the way. Kevin Atwater.”

She quickly shook his hand, “Karis Brown. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Karis? I like that,” a grin spread across his face, “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

The next twenty minutes were spent with a lively introductory conversation. He was shocked to hear that she was born in Colorado Springs and raised in North Memphis. Like most people, he observed that didn’t seem to have a Memphis. “Oh no, honey, I’m just not around my peoples. God knew not to let me work at home,” she joked.

“Oh, so you from Memphis?! North Memphis?! Project Pat, ‘Today you'll hear the story of Russell Resthaven and the day he tried to save his girlfriend’, Nawf Memphis?!” he jokingly replied as he pulled his coffee closer to him.

Before she could acknowledge his knowledge of Memphis rap, her phone lit up with the reminder of the engagement in 45 minutes. “Shit!,” she yelped. She put her laptop and tablet in her “professional” work bag—a large bronze Telfar shopping bag. She took a napkin and scribbled on it. “I’m sorry, but I gotta go. It was nice to meet you, Kevin. Have a great day,” she called out as she walked out.

A defeated Kevin looked to Bruce, who just shrugged his shoulders. As she reversed out of the parking lot, a knot of guilt pained Karis’s stomach. She didn’t want their conversation to end so abruptly. However, it had been years since she held an entertaining conversation with a man. “Don’t worry, he’ll be at Jahva another day,” Karis assured herself as she drove to Chicago Central University. Only time would tell.

Sundays were for church, sports, and cleaning. Karis made it to church, even after working an overnight shift. After church and a quick nap, it was time to complete the weekly cleaning reset. Karis changed out of her scrubs in favor of the new fuzzy lounge set her mother sent as a house-warming gift. She then lit a fresh linen scented candle before calling on her Google home device, “Hey, Google. Shuffle my holy ghost cleaning playlist.”

“You got it. Shuffling Holy Ghost Cleaning Playlist on Spotify.” Her Nest got things started with Fred Hammond’s “We’re Blessed”.

Song after song, she rid the house of the passing messes made during the week. She re-homed the pile of boxes that crowded the foyer to their respective places. She swept and cleaned her floors. Finally, she gave the kitchen a deep clean: mopping the floors, disinfecting the newly-installed granite countertops, and washed the dish towels and carpets. Maintaining a clean house as an on-call surgeon was hard; but the thought of cleaning during the week was laughable.

The praise and worship cleaning service faded out to an incoming call from a 708 number.

She jogged to the living room to see the unknown number. She initially wanted to push it off, assuming it was a scam call. Yet, something told her to answer.

“Karis Brown,” she answered with reasonable hesitation.

“Karis,” there was a sigh of relief on the other end, “Girl, you had me worried you wasn’t finna answer.”

“Kevin?,” she asked.

“Not gon’ hold you, I was scared I’d never talk to you again until I looked down and saw your name and number on that napkin.”

“I was hoping you’d gotten it. How was your weekend?”

The two engaged in small talk once again, he asked how the Friday lecture went and the weekend went overall. All went well by her account.

“Listen, I uh…was wondering…if umm…you wanted to…go to brunch in about an hour? It’s a place I’ve been meaning to go that’s in Bronzeville. I wasn’t sure if you were in church or sleep or anything like that.”

She chuckled at his consideration, “You’re so cute. I went to 7:30 Eucharist after my shift this morning so I’m good to go. I would love to continue our conversation.”

“Bet, so it’s… 10:45 now. Say I meet you at noon?”

“Sounds good. See you then, Kevin.”

Karis couldn’t put your finger on it exactly, but something about talking to Kevin refreshed her soul. Karis’s walk to her closet was a scurried shuffle. She was elated for the outing with Coffee Bae.

Fin.

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randomwordprompts · 2 years ago

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91% Function

Paring: Shuri x Fem!Black Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical.

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring.

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you.

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.”

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.”

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.”

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?”

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.”

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.”

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?”

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.”

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties.

“Mhm.”

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly.

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.”

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.”

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well.

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.”

“Hayi.” You disobeyed.

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized.

“I’m about to come, Shuri.”

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?”

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.”

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it.

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge.

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean.

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good.

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts.

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business.

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to come. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon.

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness.

“Please let me come.” You begged as you sat up on your knees.

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes.

“Ride me until you come.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you.

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder.

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it.

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.”

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me come.”

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch.

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed.

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it.

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as your threw your head back and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.”

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you.

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.”

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces.

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and fucked you against the wall.

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she pecked delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.”

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you.

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?”

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit.

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted.

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t come again.”

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over.

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and come one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting.

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm.

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you.

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you.

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment.

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils.

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

#my heart can't take this #neither can my coochie #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom

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randomwordprompts · 2 years ago

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Now see here-

91% Function

Paring: Shuri x Fem!Black Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring.

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you.

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.”

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.”

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.”

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?”

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.”

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.”

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?”

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.”

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties.

“Mhm.”

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly.

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.”

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.”

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well.

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.”

“Hayi.” You disobeyed.

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized.

“I’m about to come, Shuri.”

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?”

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.”

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it.

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge.

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good.

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts.

“We will be home in seven mi—“

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness.

“Please let me come.” You begged as you sat up on your knees.

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes.

“Ride me until you come.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder.

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.”

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me come.”

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch.

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed.

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it.

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as your threw your head back and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.”

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you.

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.”

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces.

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and fucked you against the wall.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.”

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you.

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?”

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit.

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted.

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t come again.”

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you.

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils.

#my heart can't take this #neither can my coochie #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom

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Wendell and Wild could not be more blatant if they tried and I love it. The main villains are CEOs who run a private prison, and their corporation name is one K off from being the name of the most notorious white supremacist group in America. The main heroes are a bunch of black and brown children, used and abused by the school to prison pipeline who come together in solidarity against the greed of KK. The main hero has a panic attack, is bullied, angry, and unapologetically punk, and literally faces down her memories to take control of her life back from both her PTSD and the system that exploited her. Jordan Peele and Henry Selick said fuck subtlety, this movie is going to be unapologetically in your face about its anti-prison and anti-capitalist themes all with a majority POC group of heroes who fight back against the system. Sometimes a movie is served by its subtly, but not this one. Wendell and Wild is as bold and beautiful as it’s animation and it deserves all the praise it’s going to get.

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randomwordprompts · 3 years ago

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Black Panther Fandom Reset!

Hello BP Family,

I am sure we have all noticed the absence on Tumblr in this specific fandom. I miss the endless amount of fanfics, videos, gifs, and even our wild conversations. There are some of us still here, but I would like the space to resemble the way things used to be or at least the closest we can get to it. So, here is my attempt to bring back that amazing fandom/family feeling. Again, this is for fun and to bring back that joyful engagement we used to have!

Black Panther Fandom Engagement Contest!

There are only two categories; Art and Fanfiction. For both categories, there will be three winners. 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place.

-- For the art category, forms like drawings, paintings, videos, and gifsets are able to be submitted. Please keep videos under 90 seconds. -- For the fanfic category, genres like angst, fluff, horror, humor, and smut are able to be submitted. Reader inserts, and original characters are fine to be included. Nothing less than 800 words. Please make sure to put any applicable trigger warnings. No more than one submission per category.

Please have fun, get those creative juices flowing and create NEW content!

We ask that you please keep the content you create MCU related. Characters that you can use are:

T’Challa/Black Panther

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N’Jobu

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#I'm not crying you are #this is beautiful

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All For Us

[Complete, 18+ only]

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Killmonger x Samira (OC)

angst

OC faceclaim: Precious Lee

Chapter 1 (Preview)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Thunderstorm (Interlude)

Chapter 9

Finale

Be sure to check out my full masterlist and let me know if you want to be tagged!

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Honestly being overworked makes people unobservant and passive and it literally kills people every day. People don’t seem to realize that an overworked nurse might not notice your sepsis symptoms and a tired truck driver might not notice your car when he’s merging into the lane. Failing to protect worker’s rights impacts nearly everyone

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Now you know I just might have to come out of retirement to write for my baby daddy Woo

Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

[Keep Reading]

I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

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Dazed and Confused (1993) dir. Richard Linklater

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Just One Round

A/N: I’m back! The pandemic swiped my writing talents like the MonStars 😭. Lately, I’ve fallen in love with one Kevin Atwater. He deserves all the things and all the simping. Now, I don’t, by any means, support the police (1312), but he’s an exception to the rule. Anyways, I think I might keep this OC, but I’ll be looking out for feedback. Anyways, lets get to the reading!

Kevin Atwater x Black Med! OC (Karis Z. Brown, MD, FACS)

Warning(s): Steamy dialogue and descriptions, medical talk, FLUFF, Black Love

Word Count: 1300ish (or something like that, Chile idk)

3 A.M. at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center meant quiet hours for you. After 2 elected surgeries, ER rounds, and one emergency surgery, you were beat. However, in your exhaustion, you still managed to read your old cardiology textbooks and notes from med school. One of your newest patients had a mysterious illness and it was your duty to find a breakthrough. Your heavy eyes struggled to stay open, even with the trap music playing in your ear. Just as your returned your AirPods to their case, you heard a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” you announced to the knock.

Dr. Latham walked in your office, honestly shocked you weren’t sleep. He observed the open textbooks and notebooks shuffled across your usually organized desk. “Dr. Latham, I didn’t know you were still here. Please, sit down,” you invited.

He looked at the chair and declined, “This won’t take long, Dr. Brown. I need to speak with you.”

You stopped typing. Suddenly, the blanket and oversized quarter-zip sweater you were wearing were too much. “About what?”

He nodded his head, as to confirm whatever was about to come out of his mouth, “Dr. Brown, you know by now how much I admire you as a doctor and a surgeon, yes?,” you nodded, though this was the first time he actually said that aloud.

“Well, I’m not saying this as your boss to his fellow, but as Isidore to Karis: I hear that you’ve been picking up your CT colleagues’ shortcomings for the past month and a half…”

You know exactly what he was talking about. It was true: Drs. Bekker and Rhodes weren’t doing their jobs. Unfortunately, that meant you had to step in to keep Latham from noticing.

He didn’t believe in favorites, but Dr. Latham favored you and respected you for being a Black female double-boarded cardiothoracic and trauma surgeon. Moreover, he, like your other co-workers at Chicago Med, felt your passion for medicine and helping others. However, your gift doubled as a curse. You stopped at nothing to ensure your patients’ well-being. Even if the insurance of their well-being came at your expense.

“Dr. Lath—“

“…—I’m not done, Dr. Brown. You have been running yourself into a hole of exhaustion in the name of keeping peace. I knew about this the week you started, but I wanted to see how long you would keep it up.”

You were far too tired to put up a fight or defend your actions. He was right. You should’ve let Bekker and Rhodes, especially Bekker, face their consequences.

“I agree, Dr. Latham. I need to take some time off.”

“That’s why I’m here. Effectively immediately, you’re on a paid month-long leave.”

Your face turned, “Excuse me?”

“Your colleagues will be facing consequences and picking up the slack they left you. The Emergency department has also been informed. Go home and get some rest. Actual rest. Good night and enjoy, Karis.”

You sunk into your chair, gobsmacked at the exchange you’d just had with your boss. You were conflicted: on one hand, you got told not to come to work for a month. However, you got paid to stay home.

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You barely made it home. Stopping by the 24-hour diner for take-out breakfast almost sealed your fate. Luckily, rolling the window down to have the Chicago artic wind kept you awake.

For the first time in three weeks, you had a legitimate break. Though you were upset with Dr. Latham, you silently thanked God for blessing you with a break.

You drove into your garage nearly in tears. You’d never been so happy to get out of your scrubs and clogs. Walking up the small set of stairs to the house’s main level, you were welcomed to the sound of the Sports Center and a familiar scent that wasn’t expected to be there: your boyfriend’s leathery teakwood cologne.

On the couch, you saw your Kev stretched out and snoring softly. Granted, he had he own place; but your place was closer from the station. Clearly, he was comfortable and too tired to go upstairs to the room. Poor baby.

You approached your sleeping baby and observed his peaceful demeanor. You weren’t certain of what he did the night before; it honestly wasn’t your business. He needed the rest. Most importantly, he was here: safe and unharmed.

Your two kisses to his lips woke him out of his rest.

“Morning, baby,” he greeted with a low gruffly sleep voice. He returned your gesture with one deep kiss.

You hummed softly, “Mornin’, sleepy head. Whatcha doin home so early?”

“I could ask you the same thing, ma. It ain’t even 6 a.m,” he scratched his chest

You walked into the kitchen, “It’s not. The sun’s not even out. Dr. Latham sent me home on a ‘paid rest leave’ as he called it. I brought food from the 24-hour diner near the hospital. I figured you’d be hungry when you got home and was finna put your food in the oven.”

He chuckled, rubbed his chest and getting ready to get his plate, “Ma Ma, you know you a keeper, right?”

“I do.”

Breakfast was enjoyed in relative silence. You enjoyed your omelet and pancakes and Kevin his steak and eggs. You were just thankful to have eaten for the first time in almost 9 hours. It was obvious that both of you were capable of falling asleep at the table. You nodded off as you checked your neglected emails. Kevin just dozed off at the table. Your jobs had been running y’all ragged.

After disposing of breakfast, you made a beeline to the shower. The warmth of the shower melted your tense,tired, and sore body into ease. You even washed your hair. A still shirtless Kevin welcomed you in bed. You’d put your bonnet, med school shirt, and fleece shorts on. Kevin pulled your side’s sheets back for you. What a gentleman. The moment your back made contact with the bed, he yanked you into his strong yet loving embrace. You yelped, making him laugh. You felt the depth and vibration of his laughter send tingles down your spine.

“What’s gotten into you, bae?,” you inquired, “I know I didn’t ask, but why are YOU home early?”

“I can’t be excited to see my favorite life saver back at home with me? All for me to love on?,” he began peppering kisses from your neck down to your waist, “No beepers or calls…just me and my pretty little lady…with her fine ass…finally in my arms…after passing by each other…like we’re roommates or some shit. C’mere and gimme them lips.”

You rolled over on top of him, fulfilling his ask with kisses of mutual passion and sincerity. He palmed your ass much to your pleasure. The sensation of his cold copper bracelet only deepened the kisses. “You never answered my second question, Kev.”

“I mean…the sting ended early. I don’t feel like gettin’ into all of that. I’m here with you. I want to cherish this moment with you. We clear?”

You hummed a chuckle into his lips, “Crystal.”

“I know you just put them on, but let’s get out these clothes for me. I missed seeing what’s under them scrubs…”

“…lemme take a nap before we get it in, bae.”

“Don’t worry, Kare, we’ll sleep real good after this. You down?”

“On second thought, I think I have enough in me for one round,” your hand traveled up his chest, gently tugging on his gold chain.

His hands wondered up your baggy shirt to hold your freed breasts. You moaned into his kiss, “Say less.”

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