#nerd!shuri

[helenatyler4]

Btw if you a minor stay far away from me pls I’m literally 19 I don’t wanna talk to a 15 yr old

[naomis-daydream]

i love reading/writing shuri as this “i get get bitches” type but im ready to see her as the girlflop she is! poor thing can’t even hold eye contact with a woman without getting shy or flustered

[only1dreamgrl]

I get so confused when people talk about what the comic book character did or how it’s not following the comic like sir I watch the movies I’m not that girl. I don’t know nothing about no earth 806 or whatever, I read them but following them hoes in order like that ain’t me fr.

[the-nada-thing]

Nat: You sure Wakanda is the best place for Bucky?

Steve: yes

in Wakanda

Bucky, geeking out: omg and what does THIS do???

Shuri: *talking a million miles a minute enthusiastically explaining everything*

T’Challa: oh god, there's two of them 

...

Steve: absolutely

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

T’Challa’s Birthday (T’Challa x Barnes!Reader)

Okay! Two posts in two days! I am warning y’all now that over the next couple days I am not going to be active at all. I’m going away with my family and will not be able to check tumblr until I get back. But, to make up for it, I have my T’Challa’s birthday post, finally. According to Google, T’Challa’s birthday is May 21st, so once again, I’m a bit late.

Warnings: Barnes!Reader is Bucky’s sister, mentions of CA:CW, it’s Nomad!Steve but not mentioned, T’Challa x Reader, Shuri probably needs a warning too.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: While waiting for Bucky to finish cryo, T’Challa was never as nice to you as he was to Steve. Now that Bucky’s awake, will things change?

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You had no idea what was happening. At all. You weren’t even from Wakanda. You were just supposed to be checking on Bucky, since he was in cryo-freeze to be deprogrammed from the Winter Soldier. And don’t get me wrong, Bucky was attractive and women had always been all over him. But you were always the reason they left quickly, since you were Bucky’s priority, his big sister. You could hold your own in a fight, a point that you would make to both Steve and Bucky many times over the years, all of them. When you found out your baby brother had been drafted, you immediately enlisted as a nurse. You quickly became the personal nurse for the Howling Commandos, getting into trouble with all of them as you had growing up with your brother and his best friend. Whom you had gone down on the plane with after your brother had fallen off the train.

And now, 70 some-odd years later, you are flying into a hidden country that is globally known as very poor, but is actually thriving and has the most advanced technology you’ve ever seen. And oh God, the king? Oh, the king. King T’Challa was literally the nicest person ever, after he discovered Bucky didn’t actually kill his father. Yeah, you definitely went with Steve during the Civil War, much to Tony’s dismay. But T’Challa, he was just so… you couldn’t even find the words for it, but Steve was always the poet anyway.

T’Challa had never treated you badly, but he was not as warm to you as he was to Steve, or even Bucky, and yet you had completely fallen for him. To the point where you actually dreaded coming to Wakanda to check on Bucky because you always made a fool of yourself. Every. Single. Time.

“Ms. Barnes, Captain Rogers, you are back.” T’Challa said suddenly, surprising you. “I assume you’re here for Sergeant Barnes?”

“Your Highness. I am, yes. I’m just wondering how Bucky’s doing.” You said, reiterating what he said. You closed your eyes and shook your head softly.

Steve placed his hand on your back. “It’s okay, N/N. Could we see him?”

“Of course you can. Shuri has almost finished deprogramming Sergeant Barnes, and we should be pulling him out of the ice tomorrow, if all goes well. You’re welcome to stay and be here.” T’Challa started leading you to the room Bucky was being kept in cryo in. Although you all knew he didn’t need to due to the amount of times you and Steve had visited Bucky, both separately and together.

“Stevie? Sissy?” Bucky said, sitting up in a hospital bed. T’Challa raised an eyebrow in Shuri’s direction at this new development, she only shrugged. “You guys are okay?”

“Buck.” Steve breathed out, fighting the urge to go and wrap him in the world’s biggest bear hug. You were not having the same issue, running over to Bucky and doing exactly what Steve wanted to.

“Kiddo. Buddy. Buck, you can’t ever do anything like that again, okay? We were all supposed to go home together, buddy, and all of a sudden you weren’t coming home, and then Steve and I weren’t going home either. But now we can go home. Please, Bucky, say you’ll never go again?” You were crying at this point, having missed your baby brother so much yet not having found the words to say it before, since Steve had the exact same feeling.

Bucky pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere, dumbass. Gotta protect you and Stevie. Lord knows Steve can’t protect my big sister right. Speaking of, get your ass over here, punk. What are you waiting for?”

Steve came over to the two of you and also wrapped Bucky in a hug, kissing the top of his head. “I missed you, Buck.”

“I know you did. I missed you both too.”

“Given a few months of recovery, most of your memories should return, Sergeant.” Shuri interrupted the moment the three of you were having, but none of you minded. “The brain is a funny thing, so I cannot be sure when or if it will happen, I just have to hope that it will.”

T’Challa was standing there silently, shell-shocked. Bucky was your brother?! Your baby brother?! “I’m sorry, wait, you two are related?” He asked.

You looked at Bucky, and then you both burst out laughing. “Yes!” He said.

“I was there when you were born, I think I was either second or third to hold you, but I don’t quite remember that far back. I was young, two or three, and Daddy was off at war still.” You said, stroking Bucky’s cheek with your thumb. He nuzzled into your hand as he always did. “I remember sitting with Momma, in her hospital bed, and with her arms wrapped around my arms wrapped around you. I’m sure I wasn’t actually holding you, but that’s my first clear memory. There are little snippets from before and after, and the memory has faded over time, but I remember the first time I got to hold you. And now you’re bigger than I am.” You smiled, tears slipped down your cheeks at that memory resurfacing. It had been so long since you had had time to remember your childhood without your sisters.

“Oh, N/N.” Steve said, rubbing your back. 

Bucky pulled you back into his chest. “You’d never told me that before. I didn’t know you were there.”

You heard Shuri laugh at something T’Challa had said in their whispered argument. “Would either of you care to tell us what’s so funny about our touching reunion?” You said, muffled by Bucky’s red Henley.

Shuri, still giggling, explained. “Your last name is Barnes, so my darling brother thought you were married to the Sergeant.”

“That’s a new one.” Steve said, chuckling softly.

“I know we look nothing alike, but that is new.” You added.

Bucky was full-on giggling, which was nice to see after the events of the Civil War. “We’ve never been mistaken for being married before.”

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After T’Challa found out you weren’t married to Bucky, and you only shared a last name because you were his sister, he was much nicer to you. In fact, you could almost say he treated you like he was going to make you his queen. You and Steve had decided to stay in Wakanda for a few weeks to help Bucky with his memory, the new metal arm Shuri made for him, and it gave you both a break from being on the run.

Unfortunately, the entire time you had been in Wakanda, all anyone could talk about was the big birthday party they were throwing for the King. It was no surprise to him, of course, you were sure he was part of the planning committee. But it just bugged you, spending weeks talking about a fancy party that half of them weren’t even going to go to due to family issues, political reasons, or fighting with the other tribes. Bucky was going, of course, to repay T’Challa and Shuri for their kindness. So Steve was going to keep him out of trouble, and you were going to keep Steve out of trouble.

‘I had him on the ropes.’ Sure you did, Stevie. Sure you did. Steve Rogers, never one to start a fight he could actually finish. Although Steve was always picked on, he made sure he treated everyone well. He never let anyone mistreat a woman, and there were multiple times he stood up for you, even though you were closer to the guys’ height than he was.

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You glanced at T’Challa from across the room, sipping at your drink of choice. Happy birthday to him, you thought, bitterly. He gets fancy drinks, and women in nice dresses flaunting themselves, no, throwing themselves at him. They probably don’t even want to be with him, they just want the money and title. He deserves so much better. You sighed softly, making both Bucky and Steve look at you.

“Something wrong, doll?” Steve asked.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just a little tired.” You replied, faking a yawn to accentuate your point.

“You sure about that?” Bucky asked, wiggling his eyebrows and sticking out his tongue a little. “If looks could kill, N/N, the women swarming T’Challa would be dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “No idea what you’re talking about, brother dearest.”

He smirked. “That’s what you told me when you were in 11th grade and ‘didn’t like Tommy’. Busted.” He told you, properly using air quotes. He was catching on much quicker than you and Steve had.

“Just don’t say anything. I’m sure it’ll go away in a couple of months. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re asking them not to say anything about it.” Shuri said, sitting down next to you. “Now spill the tea.” The three of you blinked in confusion. “Tell me the drama, what’s going on?” She clarified. Wow, the new generation really does have a term for everything. You looked between your brother and best friend, silently begging them not to say anything, much like when the three of you were in trouble as teenagers.

Steve, ever the snitch, broke first. “N/N likes T’Challa!” You were just happy the music didn’t stop, although suddenly if a pin dropped, anyone would hear it. The air felt thick and you felt like you were suffocating. You stood up, left the party, and walked back towards Bucky’s quarters, deciding the fresh air on the balcony near there would do you some good.

Once you got to the balcony, you sat down, put your feet up, took your heels off, and looked up at the stars. You had sat there for what felt like forever, entranced by the stars when you heard the door open behind you. “Stevie, have you ever kept a secret for longer than a minute?” You asked, assuming he was the one that followed you, probably to apologize, knowing Steve.

“Sorry to disappoint, Miss Barnes, but I am not Captain Rogers.” T’Challa said from behind you.

“Oh, Your Majesty.” You said, standing. “I’m so sor-”

T’Challa put his hand up to stop you. “Please don’t apologize, Miss Barnes. Your feelings are requited. That is why I was not as warm to you as I was to the Captain and the Sergeant. The most gorgeous lady I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Married to Sergeant Barnes? Impossible. I was overjoyed when I discovered the two of you were merely siblings.”

“Bucky’s a good-looking dude, Your Highness. It’s not that hard to believe, other than the fact that he’s been in love with Steve since he was.. 13. Those two are idiots in love, especially since Steve’s been in love with Bucky from the first time they met.”

“How did you manage to miss the entire point I was trying to make?” He asked, chuckling and shaking his head. You sat back down, looking up at the stars.

“It just doesn’t seem real. A king falling for an army nurse out of her time?” You said, tracing the constellations Bucky had told you about as a teenager with your index finger.

T’Challa recognized it, “Ursa Major?”

You nodded. “I had the unfortunate pleasure of babysitting Bucky while doing my homework. He was obsessed with the stars, I had to take him to the library every week to get a new book about them. He learned about all the constellations, I would help him find the ones we could. I don’t know if more have been found, or if he even remembers, but I do. The stars helped me find him.”

“That’s lovely.” He said, sitting next to you.

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Hours later, T’Challa had finally asked if he could kiss you. You allowed it.

“May I take you to bed, my queen?”

“Of course, my king.”

He treated you like a queen that night, and you became his queen almost 2 years later, with Bucky walking you down the aisle. Steve waiting next to T’Challa, and Shuri waiting on your side. After T’Challa’s birthday, you were treated like a queen for the rest of your life.

[slayingstan]

Woo

|I've been thinking 'bout you late at night I've been thinking only of you |

| These days you've been feeling lonely |

|Yeah, I've been feeling lonely too

I'ma fuck it up, won't you show me some? Run it back like you owe me some |

Riri's POV:

She had returned to Wakanda for a week, she was contacted by the outreach center and was asked to help the princess with some new invention. Of course she said yes.

If there was one thing she had been craving it was the Princess's attention. After being in Wakanda for 4 days and not even making it to any bases with Shuri, she was pent up.

She decided to drink, she went out to a local bar and just drank. Until she got enough courage to do what she wanted to do.

Shuri's POV:

It was 1 A.M. Who the hell was knocking on her door. She was awake working relentlessly on her laptop. She decided to put it down and see who was at her door. It was none other then Riri Williams, wearing a baby tank top and grey cotton shorts.

"Hey Riri do you need something-" She began.

"You. I want you. I've wanted you for weeks at this point Princess.." She wasn't as drunk as she would like to believe, but she did still feel brave.

"I'm not sure if I understand-" Shuri was cut off by Riri pushing her into the room, and closing the door behind herself.

She didn't know how to respond, her crush is standing in the middle of her room at 1 A.M. asking for her.

"I want to touch you. I want you to want me to touch you. So please baby, let me touch you." Riri pleaded.

"Let me take care of you kitty." Riri chuckled.

"Kitty?" She questioned under her breath.

Riri pulled Shuri over to the bed. "Take this off." Riri commanded, pointing to Shuri's night outfit which consisted of shorts and a bralette. Surprisingly, Shuri didn't listen. She remained silent

"Oh, so now don't you know what to say? I don't know if you caught on but I'm the boss right now. I have you in my hands. What you're supposed to do is listen to what I say. In this bedroom, you aren't the panther. You're mines, and that's it." Riri said with sternness in her tone.

"Okay." Shuri gazed at her.

"I want to please you baby, I want to make your mind go blank, I want to make you shout, I want to make you beg, I want to make you purr." Riri whispered in the girls ear.

That sentence alone made her head fuzzy. She didn't want to admit that she had been waiting on this for a while. However she still had dignity, and she wanted to challenge Riri.

"And what if I don't? Are you going to try to make me?" She smiled widely at her, laughing a bit.

Riri malfunctioned a bit, this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. All her preparation went through the roof, she could no longer make calculations. She just had to keep the rhythm.

"I.." Riri rubbed her hands together a bit and chuckled. Her previous attitude seemingly disintegrated.

"See how fast things can happen. Sit down, it's my turn now." Shuri said, coming off a bit aggressively.

Riri indeed listened, and sat down on the ledge of the bed next to Shuri.

"I want you to say sorry for talking to me so sternly, I am a Princess after all." Shuri looked deep into Riri's eyes as she spoke, their lips were so close to each other Shuri could hear her heart beating, quicker and quicker.

"N-..No " Riri stuttered out, this would be a game of who would give out first.

"No? We will see about that." Shuri began to lightly kiss Riri's neck.

"Well at this rate.." Riri mumbled the rest under her breath.

"What did you say?" Shuri clawed her her back a bit, just enough to inflict a bit of pain.

"Nothing!" Riri shouted arching her back, her breath hitching.

"That's what I thought. Now, where would you like me to touch you?" Shuri asked.

"Everywhere." Riri said blankly, however it was an honest sentence. The wanted the Princess's hands everywhere, she just wanted her touch.

"Well I'll start here." Shuri grabbed Riri by her belt loops, pulling her closer. She began to knead the girl's waist. Shuri connected their lips.

Riri suddenly felt very confined by her clothing, jeans and a button up wasn't the best option.

"Let me take this off." Riri groaned slightly. Moving back a bit, she sit off her pants and began to unbutton her shirt.

Shuri got inpatient, and ripped the shirt causing the buttons to pop off. It all happened within a second, she has been really taking advantage of her newfound strength.

"You could've waited.." Riri look down at her exposed black bra, she took her arms out of the remnants of the shirt.

"Maybe I didn't want to." Shuri quickly unclipped Riri's bra, she let her eyes linger on her matte skin.

Riri avoided eye contact as Shuri stared at her. Right when she began to lose focus, Shuri began to suck hickeys onto Riri's chest and collarbone.

"What if I want to wear a tanktop or something, I don't things like this are seen as decent around here, especially on me." Riri said trying to back up a bit, But Shuri quickly grabbed her waist pulling her closer.

"You need to learn to stay quiet, you know it is the middle of the night and my room isn't soundproof." Shuri said standing up, and spinning Riri. She pushed her to the middle of the king sized bed, making her wait.

Shuri took off her outfit, she let her shorts drop to the floor along with her top. Once she was done, she stood at the ledge of the bed and began to crawl towards Riri like a predator to its prey. Riri stared in awe, her chest began to rise and fall faster.

"I thought you were the boss here? Now look at you, running on my time. I'm going to give you 2 options, you can say sorry for your attitude and we can have fun or we will sit here until you do." Shuri smirked has she whispered in Riri's ear.

Riri sighed, she took the first option. She had been waiting for this for too long to let it go in the drain over pettiness.

"I'm sorry for my attitude baby." Riri said sultry, trying to motivate Shuri to touch her

"Good girl." Shuri tapped some buttons on her kimoyo beads, and some music started to play. The first song was "Woo by Rihanna" Riri had introduced her to all kinds of artist, one being Rihanna.

"You really liked that stuff I sent you huh?" Riri asked with a giggle, suddenly the lights adjusted as well, from a dim orange to a dark red.

You could feel the tension in the air. Suddenly their bodies were layered across each other, their lips were inseparable. Their hands urgently wandered each others bodies. Shuri's veiny hands made their way to Riri's clit, lightly brushing over it.

"Fuck Princess.." Riri said lowly as she shuddered.

After that movement, Shuri moved lower and soon enough her fingers were covered in wetness.

"You must've wanted this really bad." Shuri spread the wetness around the girls thighs, Riri was more aware of how wet she was.

Shuri dipped a finger into Riri, it slid in with no resistance at all. Riri let our a melodically soft moan, she sounded like an angel.

"That's not enough.." Riri spoke slowly.

"Who are you to tell me what's enough?" Shuri said seductively as she sunk another finger in, making a scissor-like motion as she spread the girl apart.

A small cry escaped Riri's throat, Shuri wrapped her hand around the smaller girl's neck.

"I thought I told you to stay quiet, next time you get that loud I wont be as merciful." She curled her fingers inside the girl.

Riri felt her eyes drift backwards into her head, she felt her nerves being exploited. If this was merciful, there is so way she wanted to see her mad.

Shuri began to massage Riri's clit once more, it made Riri choke on a cry, struggling to stay quiet.

"You know what you're doing.." Riri was barely able to get her sentence out. As Shuri continued to attack her.

"Do I?" Shuri pulled out slowly and quickly slammed back in.

Riri's back arched as she was put right on the cusp of orgasm. "I'm almost there." She moaned out in bliss.

"Go ahead, come baby. Keep your eyes on me." Riri finally peaked, her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly as Shuri continued to rub her through her orgasm. She was sure someone had heard her at that point, but the only thing she was focused on was her pleasure.

Shuri removed her fingers and Riri sat up, looking at her.

"I haven't forgot about what I said." Riri pulled the panther closer to her.

"I'm going to do everything I said I would do." Riri began to leave wet kisses on Shuri's neck, leaving hickeys every other kiss.

"Good think I just washed my turtlenecks.." Shuri said as the shorter girl continued to abuse her neck. Shuri was calm until Riri decided to bite the sweet spot in her neck which caused her to cry out.

"Told you, and you thought I was going to be loud." Riri teased.

Riri had a one up on Shuri in one field of study, Anatomy. Riri knew all the erogenous zones, and she was going to use this as an advantage and an experiment.

"This is going to be fun, make sure you keep quiet Kitty." Riri let her hands travel between Shuri's thighs, as she parted them she smelt a light musk.

She palmed the wetness between the Princess's legs. She heard a whimper, she thought that Shuri had complete control over herself. Turns out she wasn't as strong as she appeared.

"Can you just touch me?" Shuri said.

"I am touching you, you have to do better than that, how about you beg?" Riri offered.

"What do I look like? Begging you, never." Shuri argued.

Suddenly Shuri cried out again, Riri somehow tangled her hand in the panthers hair and began to lightly pull. Ever since Shuri became the Black Panther, all her nerves and senses have been heightened. Especially the ones on her scalp, recently just getting her hair braided caused many sensations. She told Riri all about this, and now she was starting to regret it because this would surely put her into submission.

Shuri shuddered, tears almost pricked her eyes as a response to the sensations. She groaned, gripping onto the nearest thing, which happened to be Riri's thighs.

"Something you wanna say Kitty?" Riri laughed as she spoke, she talked so innocently but she new how much this effected Shuri.

"Mm- Please." Shuri whimpered out, she didn't really know how to beg if she was being honest. She was used to things being handed to her and Riri didn't like that, Riri liked to make her work.

"Uh uh, try harder then that. This is your last chance so get it right." Riri spoke with tightness in her tone.

"Please, let me go Ms. Williams. Please touch me, and fuck me, and do all the things you said you would." She moaned as Riri loosened her grip.

"Good job, see how easy that was." Riri tugged at the Panthers clit. Shuri felt her mind go blank for a second, all she felt was warmth and comfort.

"Can you do that again please!" Shuri continued politely, not wanting to cause Riri to stop.

Riri continued and stroked the girl's clit, as she slowly inserted 2 fingers. Shuri's leg shook, she was already really close because of all the previous stimulation.

"I'm gonna come soon. You can slow down." Shuri pleaded.

"How about no, I know it's not a word you hear very much but it's one of my favorites." Riri felt powerful, she had one of Wakanda's strongest forces in her hands, and she had total control.

As Riri continued to pump her fingers in and out of Shuri, Shuri finally fame and it crashed down on here like a wave. Riri continued to stimulate her as she orgasmed, causing Shuri to shout. She no longer cared about anyone who could hear. She was more focused on every touch, it was almost too much.

Riri soothed Shuri as she came down from her high, at this point they were both sticky messed so Shuri presented the idea of going to shower. She conveniently had her own full bathroom.

Shuri and Riri both finished showering, Riri put on some of Shuri's clothes, while Shuri put all of their dirty clothing into a bin. By this time it was about 2 A.M.

"Hey you can stay here if you'd like. There isn't really. reason for you to go, you will be at the lab anyways tomorrow." Shuri invited.

"Sure, we will have tons to talk about at the lab tomorrow." Riri said as she crawled onto Shuri's bed.

"I bet we will hear a lot of things too, specifically from the Milaje. There's no denying anything, the dots or easy to connect, or should I say the bruises." Shuri joked, laying next to Riri.

"Maybe we will have to wear those turtlenecks." Riri responded, laying her head on Shuri's chest.

Soon both of the girls fell asleep.

Next Morning, Riri POV:

She was awakened by a knock on Shuri's door, both the girls seemed to rise at once. Even after the whole night it would be even more obvious something was going on if she was seen leaving the future Queen's bedroom.

She tried to think of a solution but by that time it was too last, M'Baku was standing in the doorway staring at the 2 girls laying together

"My sister! Oh wait till I tell everyone about this!." M'Baku shouted, however that's how he always talked.

"Shut up gorilla man! You won't be telling anyone. If you do I assure your consequences will be grave." Shuri said harshly.

M'Baku just laughed. "You have been summoned to breakfast, feel free to bring your girlfriend." M'Baku continued to cackle as he walked away

"You don't have to come, or tell people about this really." Shuri looked over at Riri talking slowly.

"Don't worry about that, I'll come to breakfast. If we continue to do things like this, or even advance in this relationship. Might as well give people something to suspect." Riri crawled over Shuri, standing up.

"It would be nice if you could walk me to breakfast." Riri grabbed Shuri's arm pulling her up.

"All right." Shuri stood up, guiding Riri out of her room and toon the dining room where they had dinner at, it was quite a long walk because of the sheer size of their home.

She door made a loud noise as 2 guards opened it for them to walk in. The some of the Dora usually dined with them in the morning, so Shuri wasn't surprised when she seen Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo at the table along with M'Baku.

Ever since the passing of Queen Ramonda, M'baku and the women of the Dora Milaje had become Shuri's new family. There was a cloth draped over the chair where her mother used to sit, it made her heart sting a bit.

Shuri walked to the table and pulled a chair out for Riri as well and they both sat.

"Good Morning Young Panther, and Ms. Williams." Okoye said like she had know that Riri would be joining them, and she probably had.

"Good Morning." The girls said in unison as butlers brought out everyone's plates, setting it on the golden tray in front of each seat.

Shuri would see Ayo and Aneka whispering and giggling to each other from across the table.

"Is there something you would like to share?" Shuri said sharply, Riri began to notice that Shuri was not a morning person.

"Is there something you would like to shake, Miss Allergic reaction? Aneka responded.

Riri giggled a bit at the joke.

"I know you aren't laughing, I believe you two must have the same allergies. Matching bruises." Okoye glared at the girls.

"They had a time last night! They actually made some of the guards worried. I never would've taken Ms. Williams as the last night type." M'Baku laughed as he spoke.

"Well I hope these 2 young women aren't distracted from their responsibilities." Ayo quickly said.

Shuri sank in her chair from embarrassment. Riri just laughed along with everyone.

This was going to be a long breakfast.

[ineffablejaymee]

im a nerd ofc i love marvel, but its in a very specific way

i love marvel in a "team red, tired college spiderman and his annoying bf deadpool, childlish sambucky rivalry, trashy looser eddie brock whoose best friends are his ex and her husband, looser couple evergy venom and eddie, spiderverse and quality siblings content" way

i love struggking intern peter working at bugle with eddie

i love matt meeting eddie and being horriefied by some fleshmonster he can sense in brock

and i love sam and bucky bullying peter, but snapping amat anyone else who dares to do so

[sookiesookie]

i just wanted to say. you ate that fic up. i love it so so much nerdy girlflop shuri is literally the LOVE OF MY LIFE 😞 i will def be seated for part two. 🪑 💗

bc ppl were teasing the concept of nerd!shuri but barely any I’ve seen actually execute it and I HAD TO DO ITTTTT nerd!shuri you will always be famous😭🙏🏾but thank you tho, I was afraid I made it corny- pt.2 will def be in the works soon

[houseofcuckoos]

EXCLUSIVE!

LEAKED FILM STILL of NAMOR FROM “WAKANDA FOREVER”!!

This looks completely legit!!!

@HouseOfCuckoos

💥💥

[fandomnerd9602]

Comfort Food

Avengers High series (High School AU)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Before you ever started dating the most popular and beautiful girl at Avengers High, your heart was chasing a girl in your science class: Shuri.

Wanda Maximoff was the most popular girl at Avengers High and she saw you as her closest and best friend. You enjoyed her company and watching Harry Potter movies with her. You did love her and wished that there could be something more there but she was popular and you were a STEM nerd.

So you redirected your focus to a fellow STEM student and good friend Shuri. She was funny and sweet. You could see going on a date or two with her. Her laugh and smile always brightened your day, not as much as Wanda.

It all came to a head one day when you approached Shuri with a little metal sculpture of a Wakandan herb flower. You knew Shuri loved them and worked all night to make it for her.

Any way you approached Shuri and she was absolutely floored by your little sculpture.

“It’s looks so spot on!” She giggled.

“I-I made it for you” you managed to say thru your blushing. “Shuri, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to- to go out with me sometime.”

Instantly her smile dropped. Not exactly the reaction you were hoping for. Her eyes filled with…pity.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N)” Shuri tried to apologize, “you’re a good friend and all but…I-I do not view you in such a way. I’m sorry”

Your heart shattered. You manages to maintain your composure but inside your heart was breaking in ways you never thought possible.

“That’s fine,” you manage to say, “it’s good. I’m sorry.”

You managed to make it to the door and bolted out. You were lucky the school bell ring, signaling the end of another day but also a salvation of an excuse to leave.

You ran all the way across campus and nearly ran into Wanda and her clique of friends.

“Why the rush, Hufflepuff?” She manage to ask with a giggle. You didn’t answer, tears were already streaming down your face.

“(Y/N)?!” Wanda looked at you concerned. “What’s wrong? Who hurt you?!”

You ran all the way home and collapsed into your bed. You laid there in your bed for the next few hours. But time just felt irrelevant.

A few tears streamed but mostly your felt like you could only kick yourself. How much of a fool you felt. Of course she couldn’t like you in such a way. Your inner monologue filled your head with words of doubt and hurt, feelings of never being able to be loved. Who could ever love you?

And then came a knock. It wasn’t at your door. You tried to ignore it. Then came another. You turned to see Wanda at your window, a small pizza box in her arms.

“Hey Hufflepuff” she smiles, “want some pizza? I mugged a fellow Slytherin for it but-“

You rolled your eyes at her terrible joke. For being such a popular girl, Wanda still had the worst jokes you could imagine.

You opened your window and your best friend slipped right in, comfort food in hand. Wanda flipped on one of the Harry Potter movies and handed you a slice of pizza. Didn’t take long for you and her to scarf down that delicious meal fit for witches and wizards in no time.

“So…are you ready to talk?” Wanda asked you, a little concerned.

“I tried to ask out Shuri-“ you began to say.

“Ooh look at you” Wanda shocked you playfully.

“She turned me down.” You whispered. “Only saw me as a friend”

“Oh…” Wanda’s thumb moved gently across your knuckles. “Her loss”

“Her loss?” You asked.

“Yeah. You’re amazing. And sweet. And kind. Any girl would be lucky to have you in her life.” Your best friend tried to make you feel better. “I’m lucky to have you in my life”

“I’m lucky to have you too, Slytherin” you gave her a side hug.

“Cmon,” she settled onto your bed, “Quidditch is starting and I don’t want to miss it!”

You settled in, next to her. Over the hours, Wanda’s position shifted. From next to you to in your arms. Not that you or her noticed. You both had dozed off after movie three.

Pietro tried to come by to pick his sister up but he only smiled and left you be. He reassured your parents and his own that there was no funny business there. Just two Potterheads who fell asleep.

You and Wanda look back on that night in the coming years. Didn’t take long really for you and her to become a couple. By the time you and Wanda got to college, you completely forgot about Shuri. Your heart had already found its place: with the young witch named Wanda Maximoff, your best friend. And it all it took was a broken heart and a little bit of comfort food.

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ eyes on me

Pairing - nerd!shuri x black!fem reader

Word Count - 10.7k (just vibe with me)

Contains - smut (18+), switch!shuri, switch!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, choking/gagging/breathplay, throat-fucking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, strap-on, breeding kink, slight bondage (not really) mean!reader, just FILTH, some angst, some fluff

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Sneak Peak - “What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her

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Writers Note: this is 100% inspired by @oceean and her story as well as her nerd!shuri head cannons she wrote, I fell in love instantly and just knew I had to write her! Thank you so much for your inspiration! I was also inspired by at least 2 of @pocketsizedpanther writing prompts (I won’t say which ones until the end) but thank you so much to you both for your incredible ideas! I apologize in advance for some of the readers actions but bear with me…enjoy this filthy fic!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night before clouded your mind as you sat with the girl in front of you: Amari. While she wasn't officially your girlfriend, she meant more to you than just "friends with benefits" as defined by society. Amari fucked you hard enough to keep you around, yet you hoped she would take the initiative to make your whatever relationship you had with her official. However, that day never arrived, leaving you questioning if it ever would. And it’s not like you were afraid to take charge and ask her to be yours, but deep down you knew she simply wanted to have a good time with you, using you at her own convenience and keeping you close without the obligations of having to care for you beyond your body's physical needs, without having to love you beyond the way you made each other feel in bed.

And that is why your mind wandered to your previous night.

Your academic abilities were never impressive; in fact, you often questioned your overall intelligence, especially considering your past choices in romantic partners. However, Shuri willingly stepped in to assist you with your studies. Yet, the more time she spent helping you, the more you became aware of her remarkable beauty—the sharp contours of her face and the enticing fullness of her lips. Unable to resist, you found yourself captivated by her gaze, leading to an unexpected, breathtaking kiss between you both. It caught you both off guard but possessed a mesmerizing allure. She treated you delicately, and that moment was all it amounted to—a kiss that stirred emotions within you that you weren't certain you wanted to experience, yet undeniably, you did.

A firm kiss on your knuckles brought from Amari’s lips settled your mind back to her and your surroundings. Once she realized she had your attention, Amari reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours and placing another kiss upon your knuckles, evoking a forced laugh from you.

“What’s wrong, y/n? You’ve been quiet the whole time and don’t say ‘nothing’ cause I know your ass don’t know when to shut up, always talking. So what’s wrong?”

Nothing was wrong, per se, but how were you gonna tell her how you invited Shuri to your little brunch ‘date’? It was hardly a date though. Amari didn’t take you out on dates.

“Nothing,” you replied, subtly rolling your eyes in a way that you had hoped she wouldn’t notice but she did.

“I saw that.”

“You saw what?”

“You always rolling your eyes at something, so tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I should probably just tell you I invited Shuri today. She’ll probably be here soon actually.”

“Shuri? Like…Udaku?”

“No, the other Shuri,” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes yet again.

“The fuck? What is she coming here for?”

Truth be told, you weren’t entirely certain what possessed you to invite Shuri to your brunch with Amari. You didn't even bother mentioning to Shuri that she would be there. But what you were certain of was this: you desired to experience her presence once more, to have her in a space that extended beyond the confines of your bedroom. You longed to observe how she would make you feel while Amari stood before you, curious if her mere presence would overshadow Amari's, despite your hopes that it wouldn't.

“Because why the fuck not? No one ever invites her to anything and plus she’s always helping me and shit with literally…everything. She deserves to get out every once in a while.”

The cafe was fairly quiet, allowing the gentle jingle of the door chime to catch both of your attentions simultaneously. It was Shuri, looking slightly awkward with her book bag slung over her shoulder and a petite bouquet of flowers in her hand. Amari couldn't help but release a soft yet teasing chuckle, prompting you to retaliate by lightly hitting her shoulder.

“Be nice,” you demand.

“Yuh huh.”

“I’m being for real, don’t fuck around.”

“Yeah y/n, whatever.”

Shuri scanned the café until her gaze finally locked onto yours. An intense gulp passed through her, her grip tightening on the book bag as she navigated her way toward the two of you. Seeing you accompanied by another person caused her head to droop slightly, her heart sinking as she held onto the bouquet of yellow and pink tulips. While taking her seat at the vacant spot around the table, she licked her lips causing Amari to release yet another derisive chuckle. You glared at her, using your eyes as a means to tell her to shut up.

“Shuri, Amari. Amari, Shuri,” you say, acquainting the two girls to one another.

“Hi,” Shuri responds, making eye contact with no one but the wooden table underneath her. For a brief moment, a pang of guilt washed over you. You could simply sense the deep nervousness emanating from Shuri's entire being, evident in her difficulty to maintain eye contact with either of you. You alone had the power to make her tremble, make her trip over her words, but with Amari now present in the equation, her nervousness seemed to escalate beyond measure.

Amari looked at you, raising an eyebrow in question of your decision to invite her here but you shrug your shoulders back at her. Initially, you made an effort to engage Shuri in small talk, but your questions were met with short responses, her voice trembling with nerves. It reached a point where frustration and annoyance welled up within you, irritated by how Amari seemed to have Shuri so flustered. As a result, you chose to ignore Shuri for the remainder of the brunch as you indulged in flirtatious behavior with Amari. You sulked in every kiss and hold she gave you, fully aware that Shuri was observing, despite her attempts to appear uninterested. Shuri eventually retrieved her work from her book bag, delicately placing her textbook on the table as she chose to focus on her tasks rather than the moments you were sharing with someone else. An eye roll escaped you once more, a sign of your annoyance. You couldn't help but perceive her as a bit of a loser—a cute one, admittedly, but still a loser.

The brunch gradually drew to a close, marked by a scarcity of conversation between you and Shuri, who remained absorbed in her own world, diligently attending to her tasks. You exchanged your goodbye’s with Amari as she made her way out, allowing a sense of relief to settle over you. At last, you found yourself alone with Shuri.

You turn your body to face hers and for the first time in what seems like the whole time she was there, her eyes met yours. You ignored the way your heart skipped a beat with the way her gaze made you feel, eyeing the bouquet of tulips that rested beside her text book.

“Who are these for?,” you teased, plucking a petal off and flicking it at her face. Shuri winced at the gesture, pressing her glasses into her face as she gathered the courage to tell them they were meant for you. The sight of Amari holding your hand, kissing you, embracing your body made her feel small. Weak. Nothing compared to the sharp presence the other girl carried.

“Well…I brought them for you but then…I saw you with her. So nevermind I guess.”

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips, a mix of delight and uncertainty, as you appreciated the gesture of her gift. Being given flowers was a new experience for you, especially after sharing such a small, insignificant moment. Shuri, however, looked down in a state of embarrassment, wishing to disappear into a void as she set the flowers on the ground. She found no amusement in the situation but your laughter persisted, raising her sense of humiliation. Gradually, your laughter subsided as you composed yourself to find the right words.

“No Shuri, no. I love them, it’s just…look baby. Just because we shared some lame kiss last night doesn’t make us lovers, ok? Don’t get that shit twisted.” Your words were a bit harsh, that you can admit, but you wanted the point to get to her. “Do you understand me?”

She nods and a small smile appears on your face. “Good.”

You look down at her work, almost entranced by numbers and letters that scatter across her paper in patterns unknown to you. Truly, you couldn’t care less about what she was working on, but you wanted to hear Shuri talk, listen to her voice and the quality it carried.

“What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her.

“Come on Shuri, I’m playing. You know I don’t actually care about this shit. Don’t act all surprised now.”

Shuri sighs, shutting the textbook as she stuffs it back in her book bag. She stands up, preparing to leave and her action catches you off guard.

“Uh uh..sit down. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I…why did you invite me here? You clearly don’t want me to be here and you’re being mean.”

You couldn’t help but let out another small laugh. As much as you were trying to fess up to her, fit into her bubble, she made you giggle. You grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down onto her chair and she complied without objection. You tenderly pinched her jaw, forcing her to look at you because you were tired of the lack of eye contact she was making with you.

“I’m not being mean, Shuri, you’re just too easy to poke fun at. Loosen up and have a little fun.”

Her eyes beamed at you, a sly smile appearing on her face as you began to subtly caress her strong features. She surrendered to your touch willingly, almost as though she had yearned for this moment for an eternity. Your fingers brushed against her glasses, causing Shuri to instinctively recoil ever so slightly from your embrace.

“What’s the matter? You look adorable in these,” you mention, lightly tapping the frame. You pull them off of her in a playful manner and instant fear strikes her gaze.

“Please don’t…don’t break them please.”

You smile, placing them on your face. You scan the room, unable to see a thing through her glasses.

“Damn, Shuri. You got some shitty ass prescription, don’t you?”

Her throat tightens as she struggles to respond, fearing that you may damage her glasses. You observe her unease, her fidgeting, yet you choose to disregard it. Instead, you open up your Snapchat camera, relishing in how pretty you feel in her glasses.

“How do I look?,” you asked playfully, ruffling your fingers through your curls. Shuri’s eyes disconnected from yours once more, looking down at the ground as she mumbled.

“You look really pretty, y/n.”

You clenched her jaw once more, this time with a tad bit more force as you made her eyes bore into yours for what you hoped to be the last time.

“Hmmm? Look at me angel when you say shit like that. Again, Shuri. How do I look?” You found immense satisfaction in the power dynamics that enveloped your interactions with her. The dominance you exuded in her presence delighted you to no end. Shuri's trembling before you served as a subtle affirmation of her desire, a constant reminder of how deeply she yearned to be with you and it made you feel desirable; a feeling you hardly felt when you were with Amari.

“Y-you look really pretty…with my glasses on.”

You smile tenderly, placing the glasses on her face as you bop her nose with your finger, making you both giggle. Her smile made you feel warm.

“There’s a party going on tonight, can you come please?” You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m not really a party person, y/n. Plus I got stuff to do.”

“Yeah? Like what? Sit at home and do this boring shit all day?,” you say, mentioning Shuri’s school work. “Have some fun for once. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” Although your words were demanding, your tone was soft, more gentle as you didn’t want to frighten the already trembling Shuri in front of you.

“I’m not leaving here until you agree…I wanna see you again Shuri.”

She grapples with crafting a response to your stern words, driven by a strong desire to satisfy you and bring you joy, because she too wanted to spend time with you, engage in conversation, but ultimately, she craved your undivided attention. She longed for you exclusively and alone.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Shuri? Speak to me.”

“Where’s the party gonna be?,” she mumbles, and this time you allow it.

“At Amari’s house.”

She subtly crinkles her nose, a faint eye roll following and you raise an eyebrow at her mannerisms. You were well aware of the motive behind her reaction, but you wanted to hear it verbalized by her.

“What?”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with Amari’s house?”

“Nothing…”

“Then what’s the long face for, Shuri?”

She releases a weary sigh, opting to remain silent as you patiently anticipate an answer she chooses not to provide. You roll your eyes in response as you pull out your phone to text her the address.

“Party starts at 9:00, I’ll see you there. And it’s not a question.”

As she attempts to open her mouth in protest, you swiftly bring your finger to her lips, silencing any words before they can escape. The tension in her throat becomes apparent as she swallows hard, the bobbing motion a testament to her internal struggle. With a tender kiss upon her lips, you convey your longing to meet again without having to explicitly acknowledge it verbally. But to Shuri, it meant something completely different; she yearned for you deeply but you just didn’t have the capacity to reciprocate her needs. Not yet anyway.

“I’ll see you later, Shuri.” Your final words before taking off, leaving Shuri with nothing but the pink and yellow tulips she brought for you.

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You leaned your body into Amari’s, red cup in both of your hands as you indulged in the liquid inside. The pulsating music coursed through your veins, dictating your every movement as you sensually pressed your body against the woman behind you.

“You look so sexy tonight,” Amari whispered into you, her voice sending a deep chill up your spine.

“Yeah…that’s all I look like to you nowadays.”

“What does that mean?”

You took another sip of your drink, savoring the sting that poured down your throat.

“Nothing,” you replied. You continued to sway in rhythm, moving sensually as Amari handled every inch of your body like she owned you. It seemed as though she genuinely desired you, and for an instant, her actions almost swayed you. You were aware of what she craved in that very moment – she yearned for your submission, for your vulnerability, wanting you to surrender completely to her touch. And with each passing second, you found yourself succumbing a little more to her allure. However, your attention abruptly shifted as you noticed who had just entered through the door; her bookbag on her shoulder while still grasping onto the tulips you were meant to take earlier and your heart sank at the image. You had underestimated the hurt that Shuri must have felt, leaving behind the flowers she had brought you. Your mind had been too preoccupied with other matters to fully comprehend your actions.

“I’ll be right back,” you spat, chugging down your last bit of alcohol.

“Where you going, baby?”

“I said I’ll be back.”

Amari picked up on your tone and you're thankful she chose not to engage in an argument at that moment. She pulled you closer, pressing your back into her chest as she placed a tipsy kiss into your cheek before harshly letting your body go. Shuri patiently waited for you by the door, visibly exhaling with relief as you made your way towards her. With a discreet gesture, you beckoned Shuri to step aside, hoping to avoid Amari's notice. You appreciated the fact that Amari resided in a spacious house with several roommates, as it allowed you to swiftly guide Shuri into the bustling crowd, sinking into a secluded corner where prying eyes would not find you. Shuri trembled, but this was nothing unfamiliar. It was precisely the way you wanted her to be.

“You made it,” you playfully remarked, draping your arms around her neck, initiating a gentle swaying motion in sync with the music. Shuri quickly caught on to your intentions, recognizing your subtle efforts to coax her into dancing with you.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she stammers, clearly tense from her own self-doubt.

“You’re doing amazing, baby, just follow my movements.”

It took a moment or two, but Shuri gradually let her guard down, slowly allowing herself to indulge in the intoxicating combination of your presence and the music. Once you notice her growing comfort in your embrace, you dangerously decide to escalate the intensity. You spun your body around, pressing your back into her chest and it initially caught her off guard, but she adjusted to the new dynamic. You gently pressed your ass into her crotch area, igniting a deep fire within Shuri that caused her face to grow warm. You smiled, because even though she wasn’t directly facing you, you could sense the heavy pound of her heart break out of her chest and fall onto your back.

“Just relax, Shuri,” you whispered and she obliged, resting her head into your shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice the dampness that began to form in between your legs. It was silly to you, how easily you became aroused with Shuri with just her presence alone. She bravely pecked a kiss into your neck and you figured that was your que.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

“Hmm?”

You turned around to face her, met with a body that screamed in fear but eyes that longed in desperation.

“You heard me, baby. Answer me.”

Her head sunk low as she gathered the courage to reply to you. Shuri wanted you desperately. She wanted to explore you, feel you, make you feel good and watch you as you gave into her touch. This, her mind was absolutely sure of so she did not let her mouth betray her. Not this time.

“Yeah.”

“Louder Shuri, I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, y/n. I wanna go upstairs.”

You smile. “Perfect.”

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“What’s on your mind, Shuri? Open yourself to me.”

Shuri’s hands trembled, her palms growing sweaty as she anxiously waited for you to make the first move. For a moment, the room seemed to close in on her, suffering her with a mix of anticipation and self-doubt but once you pressed your lips into hers, it was as if all fear had been lifted, basking in the way you carried the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your nose bumping her glasses and you giggled at the touch. Your lipgloss smears on her lips, and she savors the taste of you, lingering in the love you gave her now.

“You’re so beautiful Shuri,” you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. “Tell me you want this, that you crave this as much as I do. I want to know that you’re ok.”

“I want this,” she replies instantly, her fast response quickening the beat of your heart and the beat that began rising in between your thighs. “I want you so bad, y/n.”

Shuri scrunches your mini dress up to your hips, her eyes growing wide at the damp spot that formed on your panties. You opened your legs wide for her as she became more and more mesmerized with the way you soaked through the material.

“C-can I touch you? Please…?”

“My legs are open for you, baby. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

She swallows, consuming a huge intake of oxygen as her fingers trace the contours of your body. With affectionate care, she caresses you, as if desiring to prolong this moment indefinitely. Once her hands find your pussy, she pulls off the fabric and swiftly discards it aside, all while her eyes become deeply fixated on your glistening center. Without delay, she glides her tattooed fingertips between your sticky folds, causing you to sharply inhale at the sensation. Your nerves quiver under her touch as she drags her fingers across your pounding clit. She takes the tips of her index and middle fingers and applies pressure to the sensitive bud, moving them in a circular motion that forces a moan to escape your throat.

“Do you like this?,” she asked and you grew confused because here you were, a moaning mess with her fingers covered in your slick and she was asking if you liked it.

“Yes, unh, yes Shuri…ooo fuck yes. Just like that baby, keep going. Unh.”

Her hands were skillful, pressing into your bundle of nerves that made your throb intensify, your gut beginning to clench as you felt your release approach. Shuri skillfully directed her fingers down to your entrance, pressing against your tight opening without fully submerging herself into you. She traced delicate circles around your entrance, watching the way you squirmed in desperation as your pussy grappled with her fingers, trying to draw her in. A crooked smile graced Shuri’s face as she witnessed how hungry your body grew for her, how needy your pussy became for fingers and the sight of you made her own pussy clench around nothing. Finally, she dipped her fingers into you, and your mouth fell open in awe as her skilled digits effortlessly found that precise spot inside you that yearned for her touch.

“Oh my god, Shuri, yes. YES. Right there.”

She thrusted into you, your pussy clenching her fingers frantically as your legs squeezed together in pleasure, but Shuri wasn’t having it. She wanted to see you, get lost in the sight of your longing and how much your pussy swallowed her fingers.

“Please y/n, keep your legs open. I want to see you.”

With a deliberate motion, she spread your legs apart once more, granting herself a perfect vantage point of what belonged to her. She observed you intently, studying the way your mouth dropped open, the way your eyes rolled back and refocused to meet her gaze, the way her name sounded falling off your pretty, sinful lips.

“You’re so pretty.”

And with that, she brought her fingers from her other hand into play, pressing them against your sensitive clit while her other hand remained immersed in your soaked pussy.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, y/n. I wanna know that I’m making you feel good.”

“Shuri…fuck. Oh my god…you make me…you make my pussy feel so fucking good.”

And this much was true. A feeling that left your entire body tingling, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to keep up with your shattered breathing pattern.

“Mmm. H-how are you s-so…unh…fuck…so good at this? UNH.”

“I know my human anatomy very well.”

“Of course y-you do, baby. Of course you fucking do. Shit. FUCK. I’m gonna…fuck Shuri.”

“You’re close. I can feel it, y/n.” She was absolutely correct. “Can I taste you?”

Your head swings forward in surprise at her question, almost inclined to shake your head in disagreement as you were already overwhelmed with the way Shuri was fucking you like you meant nothing and everything all at once; but there was a desperate plea of innocence coated in Shuri’s eyes for how much she longed to place her mouth in between your thighs that made it so much more difficult to deny her request.

“Go ahead Shuri, taste me.”

With wide eyes and a shy grin, she positions your legs over her shoulders, eagerly indulging in the act of pleasuring you with the ways of her tongue and the way she devours you is nothing short of orgasmic bliss.

“Ah! Oh my fuck, Shuri. UNH.”

The Shuri who could calculate the most impossible calculations in a spliff or create the most inventive of things in days was sucking your drenched pussy as if you were her own experiment, her own assignment to complete until you were shivering in her grasp.

Her tongue was skillful, coated with your cream as she flicked and pressed into you. She brought her chin and nose into play, swiping through your slit and the sensation was euphoric, sending electric waves throughout your pussy that radiated throughout the rest of your body in thick motions.

“Oh fuck Shuri, fuck baby, keep doing that. You’re doing in-incredible. Mmm, yeah, Unh.”

You looked down at her, dark orbs never leaving your gaze as she basked in the sight of you. She wanted to keep you like this forever, and this proved evident through the way she placed her fingers back into your snug cunt.The overwhelming pleasure consumed you as her tongue caressed your clit and her fingers delved inside, expertly targeting your g-spot simultaneously. The sensation of her glasses brushing against your inner thighs heightened the experience, as she continued to ask for your reassurance.

“Please, y/n. Tell me how I’m doing. Do you feel good?,” she asked before proceeding to suck on your puffy clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Shuri. Don’t stop…I’m s-so close. Fuck .”

You placed your hand on the top of her head, grasping her soft curls as her fervent stimulation at your core became sloppier and heavier. Your pussy clenched her fingers, your clit fluttering against her taste buds and the double penetration propelled you swiftly towards your climax. With a few more dual pumps and licks, you were sent over the edge, completely vanquished from head to toe by the deep and slow pulsations that coursed through your pussy walls.

“Yeah! YEAH! AHH…yes Shuri, oh my…f-FUCK.”

Your cries in pleasure did not force Shuri to stop her movements both in and on you, continuing to fuck you as your cunt spasmed beneath her touch, your vision becoming nothing but a foggy haze.

“Shit Shuri, I’m cumming babe, I’m cumming!,” you struggled to say, trying to squirm out of her grasp.

“I know. I heard you. I just like seeing you like this,” she hums into your pussy.

She released her fingers from inside you as she stuck her tongue out fully, allowing you to ride your throbbing clit against her tongue. Your slick was audible against her, a loud sloshing sound that mixed in with your vile moans; a musical duo that made Shuri’s pussy clench in satisfaction.

“SHURI.”

As your mind and body struggled to descend from your blissful high, the shaking girl beneath you raised her body to meet your gaze once again. Her face bore the evidence of your intimate encounter as your cum glistened against her, staining the lenses of her glasses. You reached out your hand to caress her cheek in an attempt to soothe her nerves.

“W-what’s wrong baby? Why are you shaking?,” you managed to say through your own post-orgasmic state.

“Was…was that ok?”

You almost scoff at her unbelievable question.

“Baby…your head was between my trembling thighs and my pussy’s still beating …how are you even asking me this shit right now?”

She remains silent as her eyes scan your face, never quite connecting with yours as her face flushed with warmth. Your lips press against hers, savoring in your flavor, and she responds with a soft yet passionate moan.

“Let me take care of you, Shuri,” you say, beginning to unbuckle her pants but she holds your wrists, pausing you midway. With a deep inhale, she presses her forehead on yours, bringing your knuckles to her lips.

“Not tonight, y/n. I just wanted to make you feel good.” Her voice was low and husky, probably the clearest words she’s spoken today and it made your pussy pulse. She reaches down beside the bed, grabbing the flowers you were meant to take earlier. They weren’t as fresh as they first were, but the gesture made you want to cry.

“Fine…but don’t think I’m done with you,” you replied, retrieving the pink and yellow tulips. “I’ll see you tomorrow? 4:30? I need help with another assignment.”

“I’ll be there.”

After planting a final kiss on her swollen lips, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. It's important to you that there is no evidence of Shuri's touch remaining on your body when you return to face Amari. You know that she will undoubtedly be curious about your absence at this very moment, although deep down, you're aware that she doesn't genuinely care.

You make your way to the bathroom to restore yourself. With a touch of powder, you freshen your face and carefully apply a new layer of gloss to your lips. You took a moment to adjust your dress, which no longer hugs your body as it should, and ensure it falls perfectly. With a final adjustment to your hair, you gaze at the reflection before you, appreciating the image that stares back. You discard the flowers into the trash as it was the final evidence of your time with Shuri before heading downstairs to rejoin the party.

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The next day approaches, waking up in your dorm room with Amari beside you, both of you absolutely fucked out from the intense night you two shared after the party. You groaned in frustration, pulling your blanket over your head as your previous night came flooding back to memory. You looked at your clock that read 4:17pm and you cursed under your breath immediately.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

The realization dawns on you that you had completely lost track of time after the party. It was nearly 4 am when you finally made it back to your room, fucking with Amari for a good amount of time after before you had finally passed out from exhaustion. Shuri promised she’d be in for 4:30pm to help with your assignment and you were far from ready. You opened your messages to text her, hoping she’d be ok to reschedule for a later time.

*Hey does 7 work? I got caught up in some shit*

Three bubbles pop up on the screen almost immediately.

*Yeah, that works.*

*thank youuuuu*

*you’re welcome :).*

You started pushing at Amari to wake her up. “Babe, wake up. I got shit to do.”

“Hmmmm?,” she replies, still half asleep.

“I said get up. I need you to go.”

After a few minutes, she finally gets up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Damn y/n, what’s the rush?”

“We overslept.”

“It’s a sunday babe, we can sleep however long we want.”

You sigh, pinching the top of your nose as you inhale deeply. “Look Amari, I just need you to go. I got shit to do.”

“What’s with the fucking attitude?”

Truthfully, you weren’t entirely sure where the sudden attitude was coming from but what you did know was you were beginning to grow deeply frustrated with how much Shuri was fogging your mind.

“I ain’t got no damn attitude but I will if you don’t get the fuck out of here.”

Amari scoffs. “The fuck is your damn problem? Don’t tell me this has anything to do with that girl.”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. I ain’t stupid, I saw those flowers in the trash can yesterday. Those same damn pink and yellow flowers. Who were you with last night when you were gone?”

A tight feeling began to wrench in your gut, accompanied by a sense of embarrassment short after.

“You just opening your legs for anybody now??”

“Does that bother you??”

“Yes that fucking bothers me, y/n.”

“I don’t see what your damn problem is with that, we ain’t even together.”

“Here your fucking ass goes again with this stupid conversation.”

You theatrically express your annoyance, intending to make your way towards the bathroom, but Amari seizes your wrist, halting you from proceeding forward. She loomed over you as she rose to her feet, and a brief surge of fear gripped you as her anger became transparent. Her eyes grew in that sense of possession that flared up everytime she thought you had been with someone else.

“Just can’t keep your legs closed, huh?”

“What is it to you?? What am I to you?? Besides a pussy you can fuck whenever you want because you know I’m so fucking easy.”

She lets go of your wrist, taking her place back down on the edge of the bed.

“She ain’t ever gonna fulfill your needs, princess. You’re too much of a brat.”

“I’m only that way when people bring that shit side outta me! How many times have I made it clear that I wanted you?? And you lured me in just to keep me around at your damn convenience, I’m sick of being your plaything!”

“Well apparently you for everybody now, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

Your frustration grew exponentially the more words pooled out of Amari’s mouth, driving you to a point where you could no longer tolerate being around her. You made your way towards the door, opening it with a deep aggravation.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I said leave. I don’t wanna see you.”

She snickers under her breath, making her way towards the door. Before she exits, she pauses at the threshold, turning around to face you as she leans on the doorframe.

“I’ll be at my place when you're done being a bitch.”

You roll your eyes at her, nudging her body out of the door frame before slamming the door in her face. Amari’s laugh rings through the door causing a shiver down your spine.

“Ain’t no way some nerd gonna fuck that pussy better than I can, y/n!,” she yells through the door. You exhale in relief, grateful to finally be alone.

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As 7pm approaches, you prepare yourself, donning a stylish two-piece pajama set that accentuates your figure just right, revealing the perfect hint of cleavage without appearing overly eager. You gathered your curls to the top of your head in a pineapple hairstyle and lightly applied makeup to rejuvenate your complexion. When the doorbell chimed, excitement surged through you, though you tempered your emotions. You opened the door to Shuri wearing a modest smile. You welcomed her inside, noticing a hint of weariness and sadness in her eyes, but you chose to ignore it for the time being.

“Hey y/n,” she said, and you most definitely noticed her eyes trail to your chest for a split second.

“Oh my god, thank you so much Shuri for rescheduling, some shit happened earlier and I just couldn’t fucking make it, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

The evening progressed with Shuri assisting you, fulfilling her usual role, yet an inevitable tension filled the room, causing your muscles to tense, a sensation you were able to contain. Shuri, on the other hand, struggled to maintain her composure, her voice quivering and her hands trembling with increase as the study session unfolded. Although she helped you as she normally would, her words were briefer than usual, and you couldn't help but detect a subtle undertone of attitude in her words. You allowed the tension to soak up a bit more, until you realized you had both reached your limit.

“Shuri, baby, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

Of course she was going to play dumb.

“Don’t give me that. Don’t act like you ain’t got a little attitude right now, you think I don’t notice? Shuri, you’re shaking.”

Shuri looked away, purposefully avoiding both you and your question, seemingly hoping that you would relent and let the matter go. But she should have been aware by now that you were persistent in getting what you want…almost always. Determined, you firmly clasped her jaw, gripping her chiseled face tightly, as if to convey that this should be the final instance of reminding her to maintain eye contact when speaking to you.

“Shuri, my eyes are here. How many fucking times do I got to force your eyes on me?”

She trembled within your grasp, your signal to loosen your grip on her.

“Now talk to me…what the fuck is your problem?”

You let go of her as she takes a sharp inhale. “I saw her…come out of your dorm earlier…what-why was she here?”

“Who? Amari? Yeah, and what about it?”

“I…why was she there? What even am I to you?”

You erupted into a bitter, cynical laughter, a sound that pierced through the air causing Shuri's entire being to tremble, while her heart sank in despair. The minute you left her side last night, she grew overwhelmed with an intoxicating love for you. Seeing, tasting, touching, smelling and hearing you in the most intimate of ways while you cried out her name made her fall deep. However, arriving at your dorm mere minutes before your scheduled meeting, only to witness Amari exiting your room, shattered her in ways she never thought imaginable.

“Shuri…Shuri be fucking for real,” you finally say, coming back down from your laughter. “What are you to me?? Real question is who do you think you are to me? Cuz you out here acting like we dating just cuz we fucked once, buying me flowers and shit. You need to chill.”

The room fell into an oppressive silence as your words pierced right through her; the sadness, the heartbreak, it was all etched on her face but she knew where you were speaking from. She recognized the source of your words, realizing that you, too, spoke from a place of wounded vulnerability, pouring from a fear of receiving the care and treatment you deserved for far too long now. This understanding resonated within her, for she understood all too well but the impact of your words hurt her, and she grew weary of your indecisive language.

“Where did you put the flowers, y/n?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“After all I just said, you worried about some damn flowers?? I tossed them in the trash.”

Determined not to shed tears in your presence, Shuri started gathering her belongings, preparing to leave the room and undoubtedly escape from your hurtful presence. It was in that poignant moment that you finally recognized you had overstepped a boundary. As you observed Shuri, you saw yourself reflected in her, witnessing the vulnerability of her shattered heart so openly displayed, just as you had once felt when Amari had treated you similarly. This realization struck you deeply—this time, you were the one inflicting pain, resembling the role Amari had played in your own life.

“Wait…Shuri, please. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t dare turn around while she continued to slip on her shoes, determined to leave through the door and leave you behind forever. Despite your initial resistance, you couldn't help but allow your guard to crumble, impulsively rushing towards her and enveloping her in a tight embrace. The intensity of the hug was so overwhelming that it felt as though your ribs might just crack under the pressure.

“What are you doing, y/n?”

“Please don’t go. I’m just…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Shuri.” You loosened your grip, wrapping your arms around her neck as she looked down at you. “Just…please don’t leave. Please.”

In a fleeting moment, soft glances were exchanged, and Shuri's eyes involuntarily drifted down to your lips, though she attempted to make it not seem so.

“You wanna kiss me, baby?”

She nodded.

“Then do it.”

She paused for a moment before pressing her lips into yours. Both of you embraced each other with a deep intensity, as if you had both yearned for this moment with equal longing, and as if it was a moment you wished to hold onto indefinitely. She grabbed your thigh, wrapping it around her waist as she drove herself deeper into the kiss, pulling a moan out of you that drove her insane. She was wet, absolutely salivating over you and you needed her. All of her. You wanted to hear her, taste her in the most intimate of ways. She picked you up, gently placing you back onto your bed. You wrapped your legs around her, trapping her body into yours as you continued to consume one another through heated kisses.

“I…I have something for you,” she admitted.

“Yeah? And would that be?”

“I-I want to try something…with you…if you’re ok with it.”

“I’m down for anything, my love. Just tell me what you need.”

Shuri's body shuddered against you at the choice of your words, "my love." She was aware of the potential regrets that may come from surrendering herself to you wholeheartedly, uncertain of the person you would be tomorrow but the power of your words and the warmth of your embrace compelled her to cast aside her concerns and fully surrender to you, embracing this ephemeral moment where you belonged to one another.

“I made a…a…strap.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “You made one? You did not...”

“I did though. I made it so I can feel you like it was my own, I’ll be able to feel you wrapped around me.”

Her words ignited a warmth within you, causing your heart and pussy to pound in unison, your body aching to feel her. In that moment, she became your genius, playing with fire as she brought her invention into the picture. With a gentle touch, you caressed her face and she relished in the lingering embrace between you both.

“My poor princess, I’ve corrupted you…haven’t I?”

Her face wore a smile that was impossible for her to suppress, ridding herself of her clothes while securing her strap around her waist. She gracefully leaped onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard and the sight of her made your already dampened folds even more so, adding to the throb that coursed between your thighs. Her dark skin was flawless, her breasts impeccably placed on her chest, and it was no secret that she had put a meticulous effort into the details of her strap as it was visually apparent.

“Take off your clothes y/n…please. I wanna see you.”

You obliged, removing yourself from your pajama set but keeping your undergarments on. You made your way towards her, wrapping your hand around her dick as you began to pump slowly and sensually causing her to breathe in sharply at the sudden contact. Your unwavering gaze penetrated deep into her soul, forcing a fragile moan to fall from her vulnerable lips.

“How many times a day do you think about me Shuri?,” you ask, your voice seeping in lust as you proceed to stroke her. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Don’t be shy…tell me.”

“A…a lot.”

“Mhmmm…and what are we doing when you think about me?”

It was obvious she was trying to hold back, fighting inevitable moans that fought to escape the depths of her throat yet this only fueled you to pump her harder.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you baby.”

“Mmm, unh…we…we’re naked.”

“Don’t be shy, tell me what we’re doing.”

A soft whimper escapes her lips as your strokes push through her, revealing her struggle to maintain composure and hold herself together.

“I’m fucking you…with my dick.” Those were the most provocative words that have ever escaped her lip, a captivating melody to your ears that compelled you to keep going.

“There you go, my dirty fucking girl…was that so hard?”

She shakes her head back and forth as she finally lets her guard down, softly moaning at the throbbing sensation that coursed through her strap, pushing it back into her clit. You slowly caress her dick downwards, until your hand is wrapped at the base of her, leaving room for you to pull the rest of her into your mouth. You graze her tip with your tongue, circling around her and her breathing quickens. You waste no time pulling her all the way in, sucking on her while your hand works the base of her.

“Y/n…unh.”

Her moans began to escalate beyond her inability to swallow them down. This is exactly how you wanted her; helpless, wiggling under your control as you worked her through it. You push your mouth down on her, choking as your throat closes in around her girth. You felt everything, every twitch and every throb grazed the inside of your mouth only pushing you to keep going. Drool poured out of your mouth as her size blocked your airways, gagging and choking sounds coming from your throat as you sucked her like you hate her.

“Shit y/n…ah…bast.”

In that moment, she disregarded any concern for the intensity of her actions and the assault she had on your throat, fully immersed in the experience without regard for the impact it had on you. Your wet strokes and pumps sent her over the edge, a rhythmic wave-like sensation surged through her dick reaching towards her tender tip. She grabbed your curls, gently guiding your head to reach further, causing you to immediately gag as her tip hit the back of your throat.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she manages to say between her breathy moans, but you kept going with no intention to stop until she spilled into your mouth. She created its size with true intention, wanting to feel you wholly and fully as she spread you open. She loved the way you looked, the way your mouth was so full of her and how your mascara poured down your cheeks as you maneuvered between sucking and choking below her.

“I’m…y/n I’m so close. Please don’t stop…please. Mmmm, ah.”

“Cum for me baby, spill into my mouth.”

Immediately, Shuri’s moans pierce your ears, an erotic scream filling the air as her thick cum poured into the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop of her, licking her tip dry as she wailed in pleasure.

“Shit y/n…oh my…ah-ohmygod!”

Your tongue swirls around her tip a few moments longer, and even though the sensation was overwhelming her, she allowed you to proceed. She let out a whimper, teetering on the edge of tears due to the slight overstimulation, yet the mere sight of you provided the strength to push through it. You bring your face up to meet hers, immediately pushing your tongue into her mouth as she tastes herself.

“You taste delicious,” you hummed. “What else do you wanna do with this?,” you ask, proceeding to stroke her with your hands. She doesn’t answer, instead shaking her head left and right frantically, her tip becoming so swollen with the way you continue to caress her.

“I…I can’t.”

“Ssshhh, yes you can princess, you can. You’re ok. Just tell me what you want.”

“Unh.”

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, baby.”

She bit her bottom lip, holding back a quaking moan that sat on the edge of her tongue, overwhelmed with your words as your hand remained around her, squeezing just enough to soothe and intensify all at once.

“Y-y/n…I..unh…”

You grabbed her throat, pressing firmly into her windpipe that caused her to gasp and you smiled. You couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for the delicate and vulnerable appearance she presented in front of you, surrendering herself entirely to your control.

“Quit all that whimpering Shuri, talk to me. I wanna hear you say it.”

“I w-want you to f-fuck me. Please, y-y/n,” she struggled to respond between her trembling and your hand firmly wrapped around her throat.

“That’s a good girl…my pretty fucking princess.”

You let go of her throat, causing her to cough and you smirked at the sight. You took off your undergarments, leaving you entirely naked and open for Shuri’s gaze. You leaned back, opening your legs for her display and she practically salivated over the sheen dew that glazed your dark folds, paving way to the fleshy color that hid underneath. She attempted to crawl towards you, eager to rub you with her tip but you closed your legs instantly, pressing her back into the headboard behind her. You take your bra, tying her wrists together and she did nothing but let you, because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop you. She did not want you to stop.

“Give me a safe word, Shuri.”

“What?”

“A safeword…come up with one.”

“Tulips.”

“What?”

“T-tulips.”

You chuckled, absolutely drawn into her. You kissed her once more, and she moaned into your mouth.

“You got me fucked up, you know that?”

She nods vigorously.

“Now listen to me baby, I’m not gonna stop fucking you until I hear the word ‘tulips.” If you say ‘stop’, I’m not gonna stop. Do you hear me?”

She nods again and it’s not enough for you. You retaliate by snaking her throat once more, applying a firm pressure into her windpipe.

“Use your words. I wanna hear you, make sure you fully understand what I’m saying.”

“You’re not gonna s-stop fu-fucking me until I say ‘tulips’.”

“Perfect.”

You sling her constricted arms around your neck, her wrists still tied together with your bra as you gently place your pussy on top of her strap, swallowing her whole and you both moaned in unison. Her dick stretched you in ways you had never been before, in ways Amari had never done to you, initially creating a slight burn inside you but the more you bounced, the more your pussy became accustomed to her size. With each movement, you ascended and descended, leaving Shuri in awe as her jaw dropped, overwhelmed by the feel of your tight squeeze.

“Y/n…oh my…fuck.”

“That’s it, my love. Keep doing that. Just….fuck…unh, just let it out for me. Give it all to me.”

Both of you felt each other immensely; you felt her massage your throbbing walls, her tip pressing into your g-spot repeatedly while Shuri whimpered at your clench. Your movements were filthy, deliberate; pressing harder onto her dick with your needy grip. The sight of Shuri before you, completely vulnerable to your movements, was a sight you could cum from alone. Her mouth was open, moaning in her utmost pleasure as she watched the way your breasts bounced with your obscene tempo.

“Y/n…AH…I’m so close. You feel so good. W-wanna fill you up. Fill you u-up so f-fucking bad. Shit.”

She lost her mind the more you squeezed her, her mouth running obscenities in ways it never would if her body were not feeling this abundance of pleasure. She rolls her head back, her eyes following but you grab her chin, forcing her eyes on you.

“Look at me while you’re all fucked up, baby.”

She’s always had trouble with eye contact.

“UNH…y/n! AH.”

“What does it feel like, Shuri? Tell me how my pussy makes you fucking feel…shit.”

“I can-can’t. I can’t!”

“Yes you can…fuck. Yes you can.”

“Mmm.”

Once again, you grab her throat, wrapping both hands around her as you proceed to ride her. Her eyes bulge open, coming back to meet yours without hesitation as she attempts to breathe under your tight grasp. She so desperately wants to clasp your wrists or forearms for support, but her cuffed wrists will not allow it.

“Nod if you’re ok,” you demand for reassurance. She nods.

“Now tell me how I make you feel, Shuri.”

“You make me feel so good, y/n. You make my dick feel so fucking good, ah! I think I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I…I can’t, y/n, please.”

“Yes you can…and you will. Now open your mouth nice and wide for me.”

She obliged, her mouth wide open while her tongue sticks out, coated in her saliva, a perfect node for you to stick two of your own fingers down her throat and that’s exactly what you do. Shuri gags, a guttural sound as her throat bobs and it turns you on immensely. You do it again. And again. And she’s crying, tears spilling down her cheeks as your fingers plunge into her throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Shuri,” you moan, sucking harshly on her throat.

“Are y-you…close?”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Shit…ah. This isn’t about m-me. Focus on you.”

“I’m gonna cum, y/n.”

“I know my love, I know. Go ahead….f-fucking spill for me.”

Shuri let loose a resounding scream, originating deep within her core and erupting from her mouth. Her moans carried a profound weight, echoing with sheer ecstasy, as you absorbed her throbbing dick that grazed your g-spot, her warm cum pouring inside you. It should have served as a warning, a signal to cease the merciless pumps, yet you persisted. Your pussy continued to caress her through it, fucking her until her sight became nothing but a black night. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, delicately clinging to her beautiful lashes at the way your pussy overwhelmed her.

“Bast…Y/n…pl-please. St-stop. UNH.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me to stop.”

Her eyes come back to face you, her lenses stained with her tears that refuse to cease and she says nothing. Sobs rip from her mouth, a second orgasm approaching before she can even climb down from her first one.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Shuri’s heart rate escalates beyond control, her chest tightening as the room around her becomes a blur. She’s panting, moaning as she’s taking it all in. An immense build up of pressure builds up in her dick once more, and she cum’s for the second time.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop. The third time.

“Fuck! ANH!”

Fourth.

“STOP!”

“Stop?”

“Mhmmm.”

“No.”

You readjust yourself so your back is facing her, giving her the most perfect view of the way your cunt swallows her whole. You’re both so wet, so stained with cum as you proceed your brutal movements. Her hands that were at the back of your neck, are now at the front as she brings one to wrap around your throat for leverage. At this point, you had given up holding your composure of wanting to hold back how she felt inside you because she was heavenly and the more orgasms she had, the more swollen she became, filling you up more and more as her tip repeatedly hit that sensitive patch inside you.

“Fuck Shuri…just right there…r-ight fucking there, baby.”

“Y/n…”

“Mmmm. You’re such a good girl, Shuri. Cum again. Fill me up.”

“Y/N! UNH!”

“SHURI!”

You made no attempt to hide your orgasm this time, allowing yourself to be completely unraveled by her and the way she felt inside you. The blood coursed through your walls, causing you to expand and compress as you moaned through your pleasure. You placed your hand on top of Shuri’s hand, the one that gently compressed your windpipe and you pressed down, wanting her to squeeze harder.

“Choke me, baby. Choke me while I’m cumming for you. Please.”

She swallowed down a sob, but managed to perform the act. Shuri pressed firmly into your throat, forcing drool to pour out of your mouth as she choked you through your orgasm.

“Y-YES. AH!”

“I’m cumming again y/n, I’m cumming!”

Her grip on your throat increased as she suffered through her orgasm, unaware of how much she was restricting your oxygen intake but you were ok with that. As her hold on you is released, you come back around to face her, beginning to ride again in a tempo that shows how tired you truly were.

“S-stop…please.”

“Hmmm…?”

For a moment the room went silent, with nothing but the resounding sloshing of your bodies becoming one down below. She looked so ruined, so completely overtaken by you and your body and she was beautiful. Her eyes were so full of suffering yet so gentle as she took in her last view of the picture you created on top of her. You too were fucked out, mascara ruined and curls no longer as perfectly coiled as they once were but she reveled in the sight of you before she said it:

“T-tulips.”

You exhale. You sat on top of her, holding her as her strap remained inside you and you remained that way until your breathing patterns became somewhat normal. You hopped off slowly and the caress made her flinch.

“You are incredible, Shuri.”

As you release her bound wrists, she flinches at the slight pain. Faint indentations mark her skin where the tight material had pressed into it, and you tenderly plant affectionate kisses on those marks, filled with care and affection.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, proceeding to kiss her wrists.

“Kiss me,” she begs. “I need you.”

She appeared so desperate, overwhelmingly craving your presence in that moment, and you couldn't help but discreetly roll your eyes and let out a soft chuckle. Not because Shuri's plea bothered you, but because you had come to a realization that you needed her just as deeply.

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You wake up to the embrace of unparalleled warmth, experiencing a level of comfort that had been absent from your life for some time. Shuri's tousled curls peek out from beneath the blanket as she lies beside you, her smell now sinking into its fabric. But that feeling was interrupted when you glanced at your phone and see numerous missed calls from Amari and you groaned in frustration as you pulled the blanket back over your head.

“Why is it you keep spending time with her if she makes you feel this way?,” Shuri asked, her voice startling you at first. She turned over to face you, both of you underneath your blanket.

“It’s none of your business, Shuri.”

For a moment, Shuri remained silent, a silence that became unsettling until she finally found her voice and spoke up for the first time.

“Last night you made me tell you what was bothering me, so now it’s your turn. Talk to me, y/n.”

“Uh huh…anyways.”

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Can I tell you what I think?”

A genuine question, one that you know she’d most likely answer absolutely correctly and the thought bothered you, but you let her proceed anyway.

“Go ahead, Shuri. What will your brilliant mind conjure up this time?,” you say with an attitude causing Shuri to slightly giggle.

“I think you keep Amari around because…she makes you feel wanted just enough to make you stay. I think you’re a little broken, and it’s not your fault, because people keep hurting you. I think…I think you love deeply and passionately but you suppress that part of yourself because no one has ever made you feel the same, and so you dim your light in order to keep yourself from getting hurt again when in reality, all you want is to be loved the way you love.”

You felt a need to sob, to break down in front of her. You wouldn’t allow it, not yet anyway. You pulled yourself from underneath the blanket, and she did the same. She rests her back against your headboard and you straddle her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“And how did you figure all that out,” you say, allowing a feeble tear to escape your eye but you quickly wiped it away.

“I did really well in psychology.”

Her answer made you both laugh, a sound that made you desire her that much more.

“Of course you did, pretty girl…of course you did.”

“You know…you’re the first person to ever call me pretty. No one’s ever told me I was beautiful before.”

“What?? No way.” Your surprise was authentic, for while Shuri may not have been regarded as the epitome of coolness, she was undeniably one of the most breathtaking individuals you had ever encountered. Her visage possessed a divine quality, sculpted for the gods. Her curls sat perfectly on the top of her head, tumbling like a cascading waterfall upon her brow. Her lips were irresistible, difficult to pull away from, yet it was her eyes that captivated you the most. Deep and mysterious, almost concealed by her the frames that surrounded them, yet they always revealed a yearning that didn't go unnoticed by you.

You pull her in for a kiss once more, her lips leaving yours as she begins placing firm pecks into your neck. You grasp her curls, sulking in the way your body heated up at her touch.

“Can I taste you again? Please…”

“Damn…what’d I do to you?”

Shuri chuckles. “You’re so pretty y/n, literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You feel a tear escape your duct once more and you do nothing to stop it.

“You have the most beautiful body, I love your stretch marks and your dimples on your back. And I love your rolls and your thick thighs, and I love how you’re unashamed to show them off. And this face…such a beautiful face.”

“Shuri…”

“And even though you’re mean, I kind of like that too. Because you’re a challenge…and I’m good at those.”

Her words flowed effortlessly, flawlessly woven together. It was a stark contrast to the hesitant, stuttering Shuri you had come to know. This version of Shuri standing before you had no trouble articulating her thoughts, stumbling over no obstacles. She exuded confidence in her desires, and her desire was directed solely at you. She nuzzled her face into the curve of your neck once more, sucking on the skin as she rendered you powerless. No one had ever made you feel this way, making love seem like a genuine and attainable possibility.

“Are you still gonna see Amari? Because I don’t want to have to compete for you…b-but I will if I have to because I want you.”

You remained silent for a moment as tears began shamelessly pooling out of your eyes as you grasp into her, holding her tightly as if it was your last time. A soft sob fell off your lips, pushing your face deeper into the nape of her neck. She smelt so good, a welcoming aroma that began to fog all your senses. Amari was no match for Shuri, there was never a moment you spent with her that made you feel as you’re feeling now with the woman before you at this very moment. Amari was one that only wanted you at her convenience, when you benefitted her, but Shuri…

“I want you, y/n…all the time and all to myself.”

“You don’t have to worry about her anymore, Shuri.”

You pull out your phone and block her immediately, your first sign to Shuri that she would have your full attention.

“Wow…look at you go,” she replies in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, so you got jokes?”

“I’m actually really funny…you have yet to see that side of me.”

Vulnerability. Not your strongest suit, nor was it the easiest. But you wore it well. To Shuri, you looked beautiful, a testament to yourself that your heart was still as big and radiant as it once was, even after the numerous hurt you’ve endured that seemed to weather you down. And Shuri loved you, wanted to show you what it meant to feel as such, and for the first time in a long time, your shield of protection had been set aside as you allowed your tears to flow freely in expression of how much you absolutely loved her. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Prompts used by @pocketsizedpanther were:

Using Shuri’s throat as leverage while reader rides her

Tying her down and overstimulating her

[nerdasaurus1200]

What could’ve been…

[lesbianlores]

You promise?

Pair: Drug dealer! shuriri x Anti drug! fem! reader

part two

Warnings: heavy arguing, make up/rough sex, strap! reader receiving, praise kink, strap sucking! shuri receiving, masterbation, plus size! reader, references, reader has locs. (most of the smut is going to be in part two) Not proof read!!

Word count: about 2,000

You’re studying for your exam thats in a couple weeks and you hear a buzz coming from your phone that’s charging in the kitchen. You get up to answer and it’s your friend Jayda, “heyyy biiitchhh” “girl what do you want i’m studying” you said grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge. “you’re such a nerd oh my gosh, anyways there’s this dope party and the whole gang is going you should come with us” you paused, almost like Jayda sensed you were going to decline she continued “and before you say no, consider getting out of your shell for once. The only time you ever go out is to the movies, you never have actual fun so please think about your answer.” she said with a pleading voice then hung up before you could speak.

You nearly slam your phone on the counter, irritatedly sighing and went to finish your studies then head to bed. It’s early in the morning and you wake up to someone knocking on your door. Getting up with a tired yawn you walk to the door and open it to see Jayda. “heyyy biiitchhh” she invited herself in closing the door behind her, “what do you want now?” you exaggerated “Shut up and get ready we’re going to find an outfit for this party cause you’re going” she said while rolling her eyes. “You’re not even gonna let me think about my answer?” you said in an annoyed tone, “listen its a simple house party, not some loud club with strippers and all that crazy stuff. When was the last time you went out and had fun hm?” You sigh in defeat knowing she’s right and said “Fine i’ll go, but if you guys ditch me for one second im leaving.”

TIME SKIP

You and Jayda have been hopping to different beauty stores and you two finally decided to find an outfit, You guys walk into the clothing store and a dress immediately caught your eye. You damn near ran towards it but one look at the tag and your heart is crushed, realizing its way out of your budget. You were about to turn around with a sad look on your face but instead you bumped into someone. She was incredibly attractive and you scan her appearance, her sharp jaw catching your eye first. You didn’t realize you were zoning out looking at her until you finally look up to see her already staring at you “Are you okay? You seem sad.” She said genuinely concerned. “Oh i’m just fine, I apologize for bumping into you, I wasn’t paying attention.” you apologized, “You’re so cute” she chuckled and turned her head towards the dress you were just looking at.

“Was it this that upset you? I bet it would look amazing on you.” You glanced at the dress and sighed “Yeah that dress is too expensive for it to be a simple silk dress.” you saddened, the stranger smirks, grabs the dress and walks towards the cashier. You give Jayda a confused look across the store and she for some reason is cheering you on with a thumbs up. You follow the stranger “Hey what are you doing? That dress isn’t in your size” you say “It’s in yours isn’t it?” she snapped slightly with that same smirk on her face. You took a step back not only offended but even more confused, “Why are-” you stop realizing she’s about to buy the dress for you “Wait you dont need to do that I can just-” “I’m going to buy it for you and you’re gonna wear it.” she interrupted. You kept silent and watched as she scanned her card and handed it to you. “thanks” you said dryly “Of course beautiful” she said still carrying that smirk while walking away. “Girl oh my gosh do you know who that is? That’s the black panther !” you whipped your head towards her almost giving yourself whip lash “What?!”.

Jade spent the whole car ride talking about her “How did you not realize!” she exclaimed “I’ve only ever heard of her I haven’t seen her face!”.

TIME SKIP

You’re in the bathroom finishing up your makeup, you take out the dress and eye at it. The “stranger” still lingering in your mind, Jade walks in behind you. “The glorious dress in the flesh” she says sarcastically waving her arms around “oh shut up” you nudge her “this dress is too simple for it to be that expensive.” “Well hurry up and put it on we have 28 minutes.” she says while walking out. You finally put and admired it in the mirror.

*ouu I am fine, maybe it was worth it* you thought then hurried to finish your hair, taking out the hair rollers and grabbing your purse.

Jayda snapped her head towards you “Dhuam gurrl what’s yo number” she shouted making you cackle “girl shut up and get to the car” you said still laughing. You finally made it to the party, it being a huge mansion with booming music and people standing outside “Jade you said this was a simple party!” You expressed and she smiled without saying a word. Jayda gets out the car first and you were hesitant to even touch the car door to head out, Jade noticed and opened to door for you. “Girl come on don’t worry i’ll be by your side the entire time” She said calmly “okayy” you slouched you shoulders and got out.

Walking in you could already smell the many drugs that were being used. Weed, vape, and worst of all, alcohol. You turned to look at Jade in disbelief and pulled her aggressively back outside “So not only you lied about the party being “simple” but there is also fucking drugs, are you serious?! You know how bad drugs effected my life and how much I hate it, what made you think bringing me to a place full of it was a great idea?!” You shouted and stared at her waiting for a response “Girl calm the fuck down there is people glaring at us! I didn’t think it was such a big fucking deal don’t be a cry baby it’s not like i’m forcing it onto you!” She screamed back “Ugh you’re such a buzz kill, I try to get you out of your shell and this is the thanks I get? You know what i’m going to another party away from you, you can find a way home.” She rolls her eyes and stormed away.

You watch her leave tearing up and looking back to the house , knowing you’ll have to ask someone to for a ride because you took a week off from work to study so you have no money. Walking back in immediately smelling the awful substances again you search around for specifically a woman considering you have trust issues with men. Unfortunately every women in sight is either drunk off their ass or too busy grinding on random people. You reached the backyard, the sent was getting stronger but you decided to ignore it and started to search more until you were tapped on the shoulder. “yo ma, you lost?” you turned around to see a women smiling at you “Uhh no- well yes I am lost but i’m looking for someone to drop me off home, I just got ditched and I dont have money.”

The woman looks you up and down then speaks “ight i’ll help you, I just gotta run a quick errand, follow me.” You follow the girl upstairs taking this as an opportunity to observe her *Her eyebrows are perfect* you thought, getting lost in her beauty you didn’t notice you were zoning out on her until you bumped into the door hearing a cackle. “you ight?” she said still giggling a bit. “Oh i’m fine I just wasn’t paying attention.” you said embarrassed “you good shawty just stand out here for little a minute i’ll get wchu.” she said as she walked into the room and shut the door behind her. You stood there taking the time to think about what just happened *I swear this happened to be before, i’m getting daja vu*.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice “Hello beautiful, I didn’t think this was the type of party you were shopping for.” You look up to see the “stranger” smiling down at you “Yeah me neither my friend lied to be about what type of party this was, thats why i’m trying to find a way home.” you said trying to take a peek into the room but the women you were walking with came into view and closed the door. “Y’all know each other?” she asked, “No baby we just bumped into one another at a store, I bought that dress for her.” She said turning to stare at the girl “baby?” you thought out loud, only realizing when they both looked from each other to you. “uh- I never got your names” you said trying to change the subject “My name is Shuri” The taller women answered “the names Riri, what’s yours mama?” she asked “my name is y/n” you said fidgeting with your bracelet. “Do we make you nervous y/n?” Shuri questioned “uh-” you’re lost for words “Shuri dont scare the poor girl away.” Riri said nudging Shuri to walk, you follow behind them silently as they started to talk about something you couldn’t figure because of the music.

The two of you reach to the car “Oh my gosh this is your car?” “yup, it’s my baby” she said tapping it, shuri opened the door and you realized there is only two seats. You look back at shuri, her already carrying that signature smirk “Guess you’ll have to sit on my lap pretty girl” She said in a cocky tone getting in the car “But im a little-” “Dont worry about your weight mama she can handle it” Riri interrupted “All of it” Shuri says tapping her lap with one hand, her gaze sending shivers down your spine. You hesitate to get in but as soon as you put a leg into the car Shuri tugs you onto her lap, making your heart jump “ight ma put your address on my phone.” Riri says starting the car.

The whole ride it took everything for you to not move your hips to ease that tension between your legs, Shuri’s hands resting on your thighs not helping. “So what happened between you and your friend?” Riri asks from across you “Well i’m not much of a big party person and she lied to me about the type of party she was taking me to, I still cant get over the fact she knew I hate drugs and still took me to a place surrounded with it.” you said going over it, Riri and Shuri share a look you couldn’t catch. “Such a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to go through that, i’m sorry” Shuri expresses “Dont be, it wasnt your fault”. Riri finally pulls up to the front of your apartment building “You can stop here.” “Ight shawty, it was nice meeting ya” Riri says giving you a smile, You get out the car and turn to say goodbye but before you speak shuri beats you to it “Whats your number princess?” The pet name making you more flustered, “Why should I tell you?” “Because we want it” Riri answered. Without question you give both of them your number and said your goodbyes.

TIME SKIP

You took a long shower and changed into a baggy shirt, you’re not so sleepy so you decide to watch short film. The two women you were just with abiding your mind, you start to feel that tingle in your lower region once again. You walked up to your drawer, grabbed your favorite toy and hopped back onto the bed spreading your legs. You turn it on the lowest speed rubbing it up and down your folds letting out a deep sigh of relief, turning the speed up. Not even a few minutes later you hips are bucking and your free and is groping your chest, almost at climax your phone rings. You look at the contact and it’s unknown, as you’re about to decline you remember giving your number to Shuri and Riri, so you turn the toy off to answer. “Hey mama, its me Riri”

“I can tell, what’s up?” you asked “Aww you recognize my voice already? Stop flirting with me.” She said sarcastically “I just wanted to make sure you ight ma, wachu doing?” Riri’s voice making you even more wet, almost completely forgetting you’re on the phone you turn the toy back on. “Ma? You hear me?” “y- yeah im okay, what are you doing.” you managed to say “Me and Shuri are running some errands, Shuri y/n’s on the phone!” You hear her shout to her, you’re fighting for your life to keep your moans in but Shuri’s voice breaks you. “Hey princess” You unconsciously let out a loud whimper, “Yo you good shawty?” Riri says concerned “I just tripped, i’m o-” You hurry to mute your mic as you climax, throwing your head back moaning like crazy . “y/n?” You hear them both call for you but you’re too tired to talk so you just hang up and go to sleep.

You wake up to over a hundred missed calls from two different numbers, “Shit I forgot I hung up.” You were about to open your phone to call them back but you hear a banging at your door. You rush to answer it, swinging the door open “Why the hell-” You see Riri and Shuri looking at you with a concerned eye, “What are you two doing here! How did you get in and how’d you get my door number?” You asked, this apartment being strict about visitors “We have our ways, are you okay? You hung up on us last night and didn’t call us back.” Shuri said inviting herself in along with Riri. “Oh I got caught up with something, it wasn’t serious.” you lied “what was it?” Riri asked, your breathing getting faster “It isn’t any of your business, can you guys leave?” Shuri snaps her head towards you and Riri walked up to you face to face “Who you think you talking to shawty? Be grateful we care about you.” You immediately feel guilty. “I’m sorry, not a morning person.” You confessed, shuri hummed looking around. “I can tell, maybe we should take you out? That’ll cheer you up yeah?” Shuri asks, Riri nodding in agreement “yeah ma you should go somewhere fun, let off some steam.” You smiled “are you two asking me out?” You said half joking. “yes” they both said “so get ready” said Shuri.

TIME SKIP

You’re walking outside with the two of them and realize its the same car from last night, but before you can speak Riri says “You’re sitting on my lap this time mama.” she winked. Shuri started driving “We’re gonna run a quick errand and then we’ll go out to have some fun.” She said, you noticed that they are always running errands so you asked “What do y’all do to have y’all running errands 24/7?” you asked half joking. Shuri and Riri glance at each other “Don’t worry about it ma” Riri answers and you sigh. Shuri pulls up to this scary abandoned looking building, gets out and goes to the trunk for a black bag “Riri what the hell is going on? Did yall kill someone?!” Riri starts bursting out laughing. “Mama relax we didn’t kill anyone.” she said laughing between words, Shuri comes back stuffing something in her pocket and throws the bag back into the trunk. Shuri entering the car you smell that disgusting sent of drugs, “Shuri whats in that bag?” Riri was about to answer until Shuri interrupts her “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing dangerous.” She said staring the car, you take a peek at whats in her pocket noticing a clear bag poking out but not enough to see whats in it. You had a plan to wait until she started driving so the bag can slip out further and as you expected, it was weed. “Take me home” you said “whats wrong ma?” Riri asks, “Just take me home!” you snap and Shuri parks to stop the car to look at you as Riri looks up from behind you with her eyebrows frowned. “Listen carefully y/n, I don’t know what’s got into you but you better remember who you’re talking to.” she said pointing her finger at you. Without thinking you opened the car, Riri attempted to pull you back into the car but you throw her hands off you “After what I just told you about my hatred for drugs you hide the fact that you sell it?!” Shuri and Riri looks at you in shock “Get back in the car right now” Riri demands as you starts walking “How are you gonna get home hm? Thats a 30 minute walk” Shuri says driving at your pace “I guess i’ll get some cardio!” They turned to whisper at each other then suddenly Shuri stops the car and Riri gets out to chase you, you wearing sandals didn’t get you far as she grabbed you from behind and pulled you into the car.

A/N: if this disappoints you im so sorry i was rushing and its not proof read AT ALL

(me and bae have been busy all day so i had to post this at midnight 🤭)

[vampzxi]

𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

another filler bc the shuriri fic is almost done! 😭 i’m sorry for the lag ive just had writers block. but i saw @inmyheadimobsessed ‘s post abt shuri being a silly jokester and that’s what inspired this :3

highschool!riri headcanons here!

taglist!: @letitias-fav @inmyheadimobsessed @pinkwright @abenomeiiii @generallysapphic @shuriszn @la-reine-insane @unknownpisces002 (ask to be added!) (sorry if i forgot you, just remind me!! i’m absent minded as fuck 😭)

academic

・❥・top of her class, obviously

・❥・probably tutors on the side

・❥・argues with teachers if they get something slightly incorrect

・❥・gets finished with her work early and bothers other people in class

・❥・gets in trouble for bothering people but everyone loves her stupid jokes

・❥・plays pranks on the teacher during test day

・❥・turns in her work late because she either forgets to or she’s too focused on making it perfect

・❥・hates group work and always bribes her partners into just letting them doing it herself so they get a good grade

・❥・mutters to herself while working, slightly pissing off the people around her

・❥・favorite subject is science and she wastes class time by ranting to her teacher about science

・❥・spends more time at school than she does at home

・❥・huge procrastinator

・❥・messy notes

・❥・doesn’t show her work, much to the dismay of her teachers

・❥・doesn’t bother to raise her hand in class

・❥・willingly shares her notes with anyone…for a price of course

social

・❥・jokester, rarely takes anything seriously unless it’s about her schoolwork

・❥・chronic class skipper, only attends if she feels it’s necessary

・❥・dabbles in the za 🍃 but not a stoner. just in social situations really

・❥・hopeless romantic but very awkward. she’ll gush to her friends about a girl but clam up when she actually talks to her crush

・❥・makes sex jokes. a lot. maybe too much.

・❥・has a burner tiktok account where she trolls people

・❥・loves parties but gets overstimulated really quickly

・❥・loves kids and will babysit for anyone. she makes little trinkets for each of the kids she watches

・❥・robotics club team captain

・❥・terrible at sports but loves to run. tried track and field in her freshman year

・❥・throws on sweatpants or a tracksuit whenever she wakes up

・❥・refuses to eat school lunch, will go off-campus with riri to eat

・❥・does everything with riri, literally attached to the hip

・❥・cat lover

・❥・video game nerd, favorite games include mortal kombat and smash bros

・❥・fidgeter

・❥・dislikes traditionally girly things, but loves jewelry and chains

・❥・guilty pleasure is hyper-pop music, but will deny it if anyone asks

romantic

・❥・if you do have a crush on her, good luck, bc she’ll be too oblivious to notice ☠️

・❥・her love language is touch, she’ll absentmindedly fidget with your hair or tap her fingers on your leg

・❥・knarly morning breath.

・❥・cant cook for shit so she relies on you for food

・❥・favorite date place is escape rooms or fairs/arcades

・❥・terrible road rage, so you’re usually in charge of transportation ☠️

・❥・leaves cute notes in your locker or texts them to you through the day

・❥・will blow your phone up with memes (usually dad jokes but you laugh at them bc it’s shuri…)

・❥・very possessive

・❥・offers to do your work for you multiple times, but the teachers know her so well that they can tell if she did someone else’s work

・❥・stupid flirty jokes that aren’t funny but they make you laugh anyways

・❥・very one-track minded, so sometimes she’ll forget to text you back. she makes it up to you in other ways

・❥・gets unreasonably upset if you start watching something without her

・❥・has a tongue piercing 🤫

・❥・posts you on her story/insta a lot, maybe too much. but she loves you too much to not show you off

・❥・very tender headed, will not let anyone but you style her hair

・❥・has a million alarms that she sleeps through, so you have to borderline punch her every morning to wake her up (heavy sleeper)

・❥・little spoon

・❥・favorite place to kiss you is under your ear or forehead

this was lowk so much fun to make ngl. i might do one for riri :3 thanks for reading! (shuriri fic is still on the works don’t worry) leave your headcanons in the replies or reblogs!

[clarencethemouse]

Shuri Udaku Relationship Headcanons

I saw Wakanda Forever Saturday and had an awakening. There are painfully few fics of her on this site, so I’m contributing to the nonsense. 

just a warning some of these I remembered from other writers and was like “huh, you could literally be no more right”

so maybe I just love the thought of this woman staring deeply into my eyes, but that’s what she does

when she’s not neck deep in her technology and sorting out the minute’s latest problem, her eyes are on yours

miss girl could and would hold eye contact for a solid ten minutes without falter, especially if it meant getting your flustered 

loves getting your flustered and giggly, it’s literally the highlight of her day

you have to seek Ramonda and T’Challa’s aid a lot when it comes to understanding her at the beginning of your relationship

if you have to travel out of the country for a while, she’s tracking your location 24/7

not to be weird but after everything she feels that if she doesn’t have a constant eye on your existence something will happen the millisecond she distracts herself

but then doesn’t let her work slack while she’s worrying

and feels immense guilt

cause what if she’s not worrying enough? Do good girlfriends let their minds focus on work for just a few hours??? Or would they have left the country with you???

girl I promise you’re standing up to the quota don’t worry

does get jealous easily 

she knows she can bury herself in her work often and becomes harsh when all the pressures are weighing on her shoulders

there is not an inch of your body she hasn’t kissed in one setting or another

if you display a certain interest in something she will research all about it and woo you with her shared knowledge and romantic nerd bonding stuff

it’s not hard to be shorter than her (if you are a female), and she will use your head as a chin rest. No exceptions

will totally take you on late night jet rides out of the country just for the sake of it

if you are nowhere near as book smart as she, may it just not be how your brain works, she has to constantly remind herself to be very patient with you

not everyone is as quick as she. Some people need extra explaining

you get your own pair of Kimoyo beads equipped with everything you may possibly dream of needing on hand at any time

I literally had thoughts about this cause it seems to sweet

but like I have severe asthma. I need medicine on hand after good jogs, or just having to rush up 5 flights of stairs cause we got late to something or another. And my lungs occasionally decide to stop being lungs

so I imagine Shuri’s S/O having a similar problem and she created a small inhaler thing that fits inside one of the beads for when you’re in desperate need. Or some other way to administer breathing aid

and since we know she’ll make a little gadget for every little problem, a second bracelet will be made. And then some earrings, and maybe a few necklaces. And maybe an anklet and rings and septum piercing and-

if you’re an avid reader she’ll sometimes ask you to read a chapter or two out loud before bed. It’s good to help the both of you calm down

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I have it down bad for this woman none of you understand

Robin