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[yanderes-galore]

Fandoms

All the fandoms I'm doing and taking a break from. Always up to date, check often :)

Last Edited: 2/1/24

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🔪Fandoms I am currently writing for🔪

Movies/Shows

- Adventure Time

- Arcane

- Assassination Classroom

- Attack on Titan

- Avatar (Movies)

- Beastars (Season 1 + 2 of the anime)

- Bionicle: The Journey To One

- Black Clover

- Blue Exorcist

- The Boys

- Carmen Sandiego (Netflix show)

- Death Note

- The Devil is a Part-Timer!

- Ducktales 2017

- Fire Force

- Game of Thrones

- Gravity Falls

- Halo RvB/Red vs Blue (All seasons)

- Happy Tree Friends (Anthro Animals or Hybrids/Humans [Like my OCs])

- Haikyu!

- Hazbin Hotel

- How To Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

- House of the Dragon

- Monkie Kid (Lego)

- My Hero Academia

- My Little Pony (FiM and a New Generation)

- Murder Drones

- Naruto

- Ninjago

- Noragami

- One Piece

- One Punch Man

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Puss in Boots

- Rick & Morty

- Saiki K

- Spooky Month

- Star Wars (Movies + Clone Wars)

- Steven Universe

- Solar Opposites

- Terminator (All movies)

- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

- Treasure Planet

- Trigun Stampede

- Umbrella Academy

- Voltron: Legendary Defender

- Walking Dead

- Watchmen

- Wednesday

- The Witcher (Show)

- X-men Evolution

Games

- Apex Legends

- Arknights

- Assassin's Creed

- Bendy and the Ink Machine

- Bioshock (All games)

- Borderlands (Including 1, 2, Pre-sequel, and 3)

- Call of Duty

- Criminal Case

- Cookie Run

- Cult of The Lamb

- Danganronpa (Games only)

- Dauntless (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Darksiders

- Dark Deception

- Dark Souls/Souls-Like games

- Dead By Daylight (All Survivors and Killers along with costumes)

- Dead Space (1-3)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Devil May Cry

- Deltarune (Both Chapters)

- Disney Mirrorverse

- Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

- DOOM

- Dying Light

- Evil Within

- Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Fallout

- Far Cry

- Fear and Hunger

- Five Nights at Freddy’s (All Games, Books, Fluffy AU) (Animatronic or Android)

- Friday Night Funkin (Base game)(?)

- Final Fantasy (Primarily anything past 7)

- Gears/Gears of War (Yandere Fics)

- Genshin Impact

- God of War

- Half-Life

- Halo (Reach, CE, 2, 3, 3 ODST, 4, 5, Infinite, Wars 1+2)

- Hollow Knight

- Honkai Impact

- Human Animal Crossing

- Identity V (All Survivors/Killers and their costumes except Hastur and younger characters are depicted as Platonic)

- Killer Frequency

- The Last of Us

- League of Legends

- Left 4 Dead (1 and 2)

- Legend of Zelda

- Lobotomy Corporation

- Mario Franchise

- Metal Gear Solid (All games, although I like Revengeance the most)

- Metroid

- Minecraft (Experimenting)

- Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

- Mystic Messenger

- No More Heroes

- No Straight Roads

- Obey Me!

- OFF

- Outlast

- The Outer Worlds

- Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

- Payday 2

- Persona (3-5)

- Portal (1 and 2)

- Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

- PvZ Garden Warfare (Mostly Platonic but we'll see)

- Ratchet and Clank

- Rainbow Six Siege

- Resident Evil (All Games)

- Red Dead Redemption (Mostly 2)

- Roblox DOORS (?)

- Silent Hill

- Skyrim

- Street Fighter

- Team Fortress 2 (All Classes and characters like Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale)

- Twisted Wonderland

- Undertale

- Warframe

- We Happy Few

- Xcom

Books

- Halo Books (Fall of Reach, The Flood, Contact Harvest, The Cole Protocol, First Strike, Ghosts of Onyx, Cryptum, Broken Circle, Hunters In The Dark, Last Light, New Blood, Envoy, Retribution, Smoke and Shadow, Bad Blood, Renegade, Point of Light, Divine Wind)

- Jujutsu Kaisen (I read the manga)

- Bungou Stray Dogs (I read the manga)

Fits in more than one category

- Alien vs Predator (Just Alien movies or Predator movies are also included. Also books and games.)

- Black Butler

- Creepypasta/Gaming Creepypasta (Not everyone, it depends)

- Cuphead (Game/Show)

- Cyberpunk 2077 (Anime/Game)

- DC Comics (Comics, Games, Movies) [Injustice and Arkhamverse mainly, but let's discuss]

- Demon Slayer

- Hiveswap

- Homestuck

- Madness Combat (Game and Series)

- Marvel Cinematic Universe (Up to Endgame)/Marvel Comic Universe (SPECIFY WHAT COMIC PLEASE-)

- SCP (Not everyone, it depends)

- Slashers/Horror in general (Please say what movie your slasher is from)

- Sonic (All games + The Paramount Movies + IDW Comics. All characters are aged up except characters Classic! Tails, Movie! Tails, Cream the Rabbit, Ray the Flying Squirrel, and Classic Amy, which are Platonic as I can't see them as aged up.)

- South Park (All aged up of course, Show and games)

- Splatoon (Manga/Games)

- Transformers (Animated, Cyberverse, Earthspark, Generation 1, IDW comics, Prime, Robots In Disguise, War for Cybertron)

- Yandere OCs I have (Look at this list)

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🚫Fandoms I am taking a break from🚫

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[uzuriartonline]

Namor!

[ruben-the-cowboy]

I am no better than a furry..

[kofedraws]

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N, dressed in the Gold Jaguar outfit, rescues Shuri…

Shuri: thank you, baby

Y/N: my queen, you can thank me with a cuddle session later (winks)

Okoye: what? How?

Shuri: Y/N’s my superhero lover

Okoye: and you were going to tell us when? After you got married?

Y/N: do you want to be the maid of honor?

Okoye: y-yes please

For @konstantin609

[mermaidchansons]

Did anyone else start sobbing when M’Baku said “The world has taken too much away from you for you to still be considered a child”? That one hurt, it cut deep🥺

[darunyama]

Which companion will you choose? (The Boys as BG3 characters)

[koisuko]

Is it alright if I request mk1 characters with a reader who is a black panther, tiger or lion? Platonic, of course.

Lost motivation for this one, and it’s been sitting in my drafts for a million years so I’ll only do these three fellas.

TW: potential mentions of animal mistreatment, gn reader, slight gore

ft: Liu Kang, Raiden and Kung Lao

Liu Kang

Being a god, he had seen his fair share of unusual things, big and small, yet even this took him by surprise. Walking through the woods near the Wu Shi Academy, his bright glowing eyes took in the serene environment around him, centering his mind and relieving the stress simultaneously.

It wasn't long before he was stopped in his tracks, a bewildering sight before him, a sleek black panther. Your fur bristled down your back, your ears folded as you bared your sharp canines to him in fear. Your fur was slightly tinted red, flesh wedged between your teeth, and a brown leather strap circled your neck. A now broken chain connected to a loop in the collar, a gash severed your side in your fight for freedom. You were once a pet, a toy, your existence solely for the entertainment of humans, your mother slaughtered in front of you and your siblings sold at auctions. You were subjected to cruelty, the sick treatment of your kind made your stomach churn, you weren't about to let it happen again.

You bared your teeth once more, a deep guttural hiss left your throat, this human was strange, his eyes bright like headlights. If you weren't so afraid, you would be curious, his aura felt..safe, comfortable, yet you didn't let up on your defenses. You didn't dare move, the gash on your side stinging and irritated. Dirt festered the wound further from your earlier scuffle with your captors.

The human put his hands up, kneeling down to your level with a smile. He didn't move forward yet strangely, he didn't run away in fear. You nearly gave in to your curiosity, but the memories of similar behavior from your captors only to be met with betrayal lingered in the back of your mind, freezing you in place. Your hissing ceased, your breathing still rapid, reflecting your inner battle and fear for your life.

“I mean you no harm.” Just his voice in itself brought you a small amount of peace. Slowly, you stepped closer towards him. Your nose held high to sniff the scent carried through your nostrils from the gentle breeze of the forest. He didn’t smell like your captors, no, quite the opposite. Sensing your unease, he stood, taking a small step back. “Come, let us tend to those wounds.” As he began retreating where he came, you followed silently behind.

Raiden and Kung Lao

“No way, that has to be a beetle!” Kung Lao brought his finger to point at the small bug, having harshly removed it from its cozy home while farming. “Look at that, see?” He gestures to the shiny bit on the back, “definitely a beetle.” Raiden rolled his eyes at his antics, “we have more important things than this debate, Kung Lao.” He tilts his head, raising a brow at his best friend. “Oh come on Raiden, just admit that I’m right,” Kung Lao brought one hand to sit on his hip, while the other gripped the hoe, leaning his weight on it slightly. Raiden didn’t even entertain the idea. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes before resuming his vigorous harvest of cabbages.

Kung Lao had a witty reply at the tip of his tongue, ready to further irritate his friend. Until a sudden commotion reached their ears, causing them to perk up and look to eachother with confusion. In the center of the village, a crowd had formed. Various villagers stood in a circle with their arms raised in defense at the thing in the center of it. Children who were once playing, now cower inside their homes. “What’s going on here?” Raiden asked, a villager running in fear had stopped to answer him, “tiger!” Perplexed, the two men looked to each other before pushing their way through to the center. The villager certainly wasn’t lying, there in the center of the group was a tiger, whipping around with massive teeth bared in defense. Its ears were flattened, stature low as if ready to run at any moment. It didn’t seem to be looking to hurt anyone, more like it looked afraid and confused.

Raiden and Kung Lao pushed further towards the center, standing before you with outstretched arms and palms foreword to convey their means for peace. “Everyone stand back,” Kung Lao ordered, not once taking his eyes off you. They didn’t look at you in fear, their eyes wide in both shock and awe. What a magnificent creature, Raiden thought to himself while he admired your stripes and fearsome display. The group surrounding you slowly became more sparse and spaced out, easing your stress only a little. You brought your focus to the two in front of you, another guttural warning sent their way. “It is okay, we mean you no harm,” Raiden took a small step towards you, hoping that if you were to run away from him that it would be in the direction of the nearby forestry. You were not hurt, but had followed a goat towards the village and had been found by terror ridden villagers. Their shrill shrieks and shouts had coaxed you away from your home and unfortunately, right in the center of human territory.

You never had a good relationship with humans. The last experience being trapped in a cage, poked and prodded until you snapped at them, only to be punished for such behavior. A interaction burned into your brain, forever tainting your view on such beings. They took another slow step, causing you to tense up and hiss aggressively, the hairs on your back bristling. “Hey, we want to help, we won’t hurt you,” Kung Lao uttered, he kept his hands up and held a submissive posture. Raiden followed suit, mirror Kung Lao to, in theory, say they mean no harm in a language you understand. You took a second to glance to your right, where you could see the luscious greenery of the forest, peeking through two humans stood side by side. All you have to do is wait for the right moment, and bolt for safety between them.

Raiden could see you look, he glanced as well to meet where you were looking. He knew what you wanted, and was willing to help. He pointed slowly towards the two in your way, still keeping a heavy gaze in your direction, “you two, move to the side — slowly.” They did just that, moving at a snails pace to avoid causing you further panic. All the while, you were stiff and still, unsure and frankly, feeling unsafe. Raiden gestured to where you were looking with a steady hand, “we won’t hurt you,” he spoke softly. You stayed completely still for a moment, weighing your options and stalling out of fear. Was this a trick? Humans always play tricks, but what other options do you have?

With a surge of adrenaline, you burst into a sprint towards the entrance to the woods. As you neared, you slowed your pace to a trot before reaching a full stop, just before the entrance to your home. You turned to give one last look to the men. A small huff flaring your nostrils.

Raiden and Kung Lao watched you retreat into the forest, disappearing behind the shrubbery. A smirk played on Kung Lao’s lips, elbowing Raiden in the side, “so, still think it’s not a beetle?”

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Love for Duties Sake

AN: Hey y’all, truthfully, honestly, dead ass I am a SLUT for fake dating or enemies to lovers trope. I really eat that shit right the fuck up I love it. I saw this post and this idea just kinda popped up in my head and I HAD to write it. I like how cocky this Shuri is, I’m a fan. As always to be added to my tag list comment below!

Summary: As the only daughter of Geneliea, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, l think that's it.

Word count: 2,821

Suggested listening: Die For You - The Weeknd

“I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love I try to find a reason to pull us apart It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it I can't walk away, oh”

“You know you could at least pretend to like me sometimes,” Shuri said to you as you two sat side by side on the couch in the living room of your shared home. The cameras in front of you had been abandoned for a quick systems check, momentarily leaving you and Shuri alone in the room. 

You scoffed at Shuri’s comment and rolled your eyes. “Is the act I’m putting on not satisfactory for you, your majesty?” You asked, adding emphasis to her title. 

That got under Shuri’s skin enough to have her turn to face you. “No, my queen, it’s not. Try harder, this ‘I hate you with everything in me.’ act is getting old.’” She scooted slightly closer to you on the couch so that your bodies were within reach of each other. “Especially when we both know it isn’t true.” 

You snapped your neck to face her and sent her a glare that held a thousand knives. “You know I’m really starting to think I hate you.” 

The Queen let out a gasp with a smile before speaking. “You’ve been thinking about me usana?”

“Fuck you, Shuri.” You spat, never dropping your glare the same way she never dropped that stupid devilish smile that you couldn’t help but find a little cute. 

She leaned in closer to you and you immediately turned back to face forward. You heard her chuckle at your action but she still stayed close to you, now whispering in your ear. “You sound so pretty when you say my name like that sthandwa.” 

The feeling of Shuri’s breath hot on your neck in combination with the sound of her voice sent shock waves through your body. God, she was electric. No. Shuri Udaku was not supposed to be electric. You swore to never allow yourself to develop any feelings for her other than hate. And this feeling, the one that you were too afraid even to name in your head because of its power, was definitely not one you were supposed to be having. 

Just as you tried to scoot away from her, to give yourself room to breathe away from her magnetic energy, the first beginnings of the camera crew started rolling in. Shuri quickly grabbed your hand and took it in hers, preventing you from moving any farther away. You shot her a look of warning, but when she didn’t let you go you had no choice but to attempt to pull your arm away from her. 

They weren't kidding about that Black Panther strength. 

Shuri didn’t move an inch but you did and you made a sound when you were pulled back down to the couch. “Careful my love, people are watching.” 

You looked around the room, more people had come and Shuri was right. A few people were looking at you two. ‘Fuck.’ You thought. This facade you had to put up with Shuri was your job and despite your personal feelings toward her you always did a good job. You pulled your hand from her grasp and brushed some dust off your skirt. 

“I like it when you wear skirts, did you know that?” Shuri asked, still looking at you. You could feel her eyes on the exposed skin of your legs and you rubbed your thighs together involuntarily. 

“Shut up.” 

“I like the short ones, like this one.” She reached out to touch the hem of your skirt but you slapped her hand away lightly earning a chuckle from her. “But I also like the long ones that you wear when it’s just us in the house. The flowy ones that touch the floor when you walk.” 

Had she really paid so much attention to you when you were together that she knew what you wore? Sure you two lived in the same house and slept in the same bed but truthfully you lived two completely separate lives. You assumed that she paid you no mind but her comment about your attire seemed to prove different.

 Before you could speak, the woman who was interviewing you two came back into the room. Without thinking you scooted your body closer to Shuri’s, ready to put on the show that your job required. Shuri wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you so that your bodies were touching, you naturally leaned into her, and the way you two fit together felt right. As much as your mind wanted to hate being so close to her, your body felt like it was right where it was supposed to be. 

The interviewer stood in front of you and Shuri for a moment with the biggest grin you’d ever seen on her face. “Oh my Bast, you two are just the cutest! Can’t keep your hands off of each other for a minute, can you!” She exclaimed with a laugh. 

“What can I say, Asha, when Bast has blessed you with a beautiful wife you don’t let her go!” Shuri joked back with the woman, tapping the side of your hip where her hand rested sending shivers she no doubt felt up your spine.

‘Laying it on thick today, are we?’ You thought. ‘Two can play that game.’ 

“Oh, my Queen you’re gonna give me cavities with how sweet you are on her! Alright well, we got everything figured out on the back end so if you two are ready we can start back up again?” Asha looked between you and Shuri for confirmation. 

“Just one second. Look at me, baby.” Shuri turned to face you and you tilted her chin up and wiped an imaginary fleck of dust off of her lip. The way her eyes watched you made you feel like prey. “Now we’re ready, I think I may have left some of my lip gloss on her lips. Sorry!” You said with a chuckle. 

That was a lie that only you and Shuri knew. You hadn’t gotten anywhere close to her for your lip gloss to end up on her lips, you touched her because you wanted to get under her skin. And it worked. She wanted to lay it on thick in front of reporters, you could do just the same. 

“What is Wakanda going to do with you two love birds!” Asha squealed after you two had finally turned your attention back to her. She sat down across from you and looked to a producer in the back who gave her a thumbs up. “Ready?” She asked one last time. 

You both nodded and the cameras started rolling. Game time. 

“Hello and welcome back to Wakanda’s favorite source of social news, I am your host Asha Mehfume and this is The Hot Seat! Today I’ve got with me two of my favorite guests to have here on The Hot Seat and in fact this time they’ve dragged me out of the studio and into their gorgeous home. Any guesses? I’ll give you a hint. Their whirlwind romance started two years ago and the country, scratch that, the world hasn’t been able to get enough of them since.”  

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you listened to Asha’s opener. While you always enjoyed Asha’s energy and even watched her show occasionally, you’d heard some version of this cold open a million times. You wondered if Shuri’s mind wandered the same as yours and you glanced over at her quickly to see if she was paying attention. She was facing forward, eyes on Asha but you could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t mentally there. It was the same look you’d seen throughout the majority of your courtship. 

“For those of you who’ve been living under a rock, or just were not quick enough to catch my clues today's special guests are the queens of our nation, Queen Shuri Udaku and her wife Queen Y/N Y/L/N Udaku!” Asha applauded and you and Shuri couldn’t help but smile at her excitement over you two. 

“Thank you for coming over Asha really, we’re so happy to have you here.” You beamed. 

“Oh my Queen, thank you! It’s not every day you get invited into the personal home of the Queens' of Wakanda.” She replied with a smile. 

“Asha we’ve got to have you over one day without all the pomp and circumstance.” Shuri gestured around the room. “We’ve done how many of these now? I’d like to think we’re friends.” 

All three of you shared a laugh at Shuri’s comment. It was true you had done countless interviews during your relationship with Shuri but your favorites and most frequent were always with Asha. 

“If you two would go as far as to consider me a friend I would love to come over.” She let the last bit of her laughing out before turning back to her notes. “So, as we’ve already hinted at, today's show doesn't take place in the studio or even at the palace. Today we are in the Queen’s private residence. Now obviously for safety reasons, we aren't going to disclose where in Wakanda we are. Even if I wanted to, I’m sure the Dora Milaje would have my tongue before I could get a location out.” You laughed politely at her very true joke. 

“Before we get into what we’re really here to talk about I have to say, your home is beautiful!  Who's the interior decorator of the relationship?” 

“Oh Y/N a hundred percent,” Shuri stated emphatically. 

“Really?” Asha asked, surprised by the response. 

Shuri waited for you to speak, but when you didn’t she spoke up for you. “Don’t shy up now, usana, tell them how you decorated the house.” Shuri nudged you gently with your body when she saw the shy smile on your face, having learned you weren’t one to take credit for that type of stuff. 

“I may have dabbled in the design plan a little bit.” You said with a smile. 

“My wife’s too humble,” Shuri interjected. “Everything in here was her choice and doesn't it look great? If it were up to me this whole thing would look like a lab but she’s created a home for us.” 

Shuri’s comments warmed your heart and you smiled. “I took some inspiration from everywhere I lived. It’s the openness of US design, French-inspired decor, and the color palette from right here in Wakanda.”

“Wow and it all came together so well, I’m amazed,” Asha remarked looking around your living room. “Speaking of everywhere you’ve lived, you’ve been in Wakanda now full-time for a year. How does it compare?” 

Shuri looked over at you, wondering what your answer was going to be. “I’ve loved it here so much Asha you have no idea!” You giggled. “I drag Shuri out with me to the markets just to be out in the city, it’s so beautiful.” 

What you said wasn’t a lie, you and Shuri did go out to the markets to look around together once a month. But the romantic way you described it as if you two were sneaking off, was far from the truth. It was a planned event, a work event that you two both had to show up to and play the in-love couple for the people of Wakanda.

“So it’s safe to say it tops France and the United States?” Asha asked curiously. 

You nodded, the smile still on your face. “Wakanda has my heart now. Literally and physically.” Shuri looked over and smiled at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Your brain temporarily checked out upon feeling her lips on your skin, but they were gone just as soon as they came. She always knew how to leave you wanting more. 

“And what about home? Everyone couldn’t stop talking about your pride in your country when you married. How does Wakanda weigh up against Geneliea?”

Hearing the name of your home made your heart feel suddenly heavy in your chest. You involuntarily started tapping your leg the more you thought about Genelia. The last time you were home you swore to your parents that you would never forgive them for forcing this “duty” upon you and taking your life away. That’d been a year ago and you hadn’t been back or voluntarily thought about it since. 

Shuri felt your leg start tapping and put two and two together that your sudden irritation or anxiety was due to your home being mentioned. You never spoke about Genelia and Shuri never asked about it, it was just one of those things that were best left tucked away and not thought about. 

“Genelia was where I was raised Asha, so you have to understand I’ll always have some love for it. But Wakanda is my home, there's not really anything to compare anymore. I’ve built my life and plan on continuing to build it here.” While your statement may have fooled Asha and the rest of the public, Shuri could tell some part of what you were saying wasn’t true. Your hip bouncing was an obvious tell. 

Shuri slipped her hand in the space between your skirt and shirt so her hand was touching your skin and she rubbed gently. Her touch shocked you at first but you soon melted into it, allowing yourself to be calmed by it. After a few moments, your leg stopped bouncing and your heart felt normal again. 

The rest of the interview went well. Asha asked you and Shuri a series of questions that had been sent in by viewers of the show and you two answered. Most of them were sweet like what you thought of the other when you first met or who made the first move. Those were easy, you two had concocted the story of your relationship months ago so it was just a matter of spewing the same lines. When Asha asked the last question you and Shuri laid it on thick, ending the interview with a big kiss. 

You tried to put your feelings aside when you kissed, it was a work thing, something you had to do because it was your job to look like you were in love with your wife. But something in you told you that wasn’t the case, the feeling of butterflies that she sent through your body when she took your face in her hand or the blush that ripped across your cheeks when she pulled away and smiled at you. Those weren’t work-related feelings.

It took twenty minutes for everyone to clear out of your home. You and Shuri stayed in each other's physical presence, you leaning your head on her shoulder until the last sound person left. Leaving you with just Ayo, Aneka who were your personal guards, and Okoye who had come to supervise. In just the presence of the three women you knew it was safe to drop the act. 

You lifted your head off of her shoulder and waited for her to unlatch herself from you. “You can remove your arm from my waist now.” 

“What if I like it there?” Shuri questioned, rubbing your skin again and sending the same shock waves through your body. 

You scoffed at her boldness and stood up from the couch facing her. “I’m going out.” 

“Where?” 

“Why do you care?” You asked, scrunching up your face at her interest in your whereabouts. 

“I’m your wife, it’s my job to care for and know my wife's location.” Shuri countered, keeping cool despite your building attitude. 

You held your wrist up in the air, jangling your kimoyo beads against your other beaded bracelets. “You’ve got my location twenty-four seven and you have guards follow my every step. Is that not enough for you my queen?” 

“Nope.” She replied simply folding her arms over her chest, not moving from her position in the argument or her spot on the couch. 

Her coolness bothered you deep to your core and it took everything in you not to scream. “I’m leaving.” You turned on your heels and walked towards the door. You only noticed Ayo and Aneka behind you when you reached for the handle. “I do not need my shadows today, you are dismissed.” 

Ayo looked you up and down while Ankea tried to reason with you. “But my Queen-” 

“You have to follow my orders correctly as Dora Milaje?” You asked tilting your head to the side. 

“Yes, your majesty but-” 

“Then my order is that you and Ayo spend the day not following me around. You are dismissed.” You said one final time before turning back around and exiting the room. 

Aneka looked up at Ayo, unsure of what to do. Ayo just sighed and turned her attention to Shuri. 

“She never knows when something is in her best interest,” Shuri said with a sigh. “Follow her please, make sure she doesn't get herself into any trouble.” 

Tag List: @shuriszn @sokkasbae25 @verachii @cuddl3s4shur1 @takeyaki @jinnie10101 @letitias-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @beautybyfire @6-noir @mocha-aya @yvxmpire @mysticalmarss @ziayamikaelson @youralphawolf72 @n7cje @inmyheadimobsessed @shurisjournal

[theeblackmedusa]

YALL THIS FANDOM NEVER FAILS

edit: @kurlkween on tiktok yall👏🏾

[buffaloappabites]

Attoye stans had nothing but a 10 dollar movie ticket, 1 min & 45 secs of screen time & a DREAM, & have managed to write some of my favorite fanfics/art out of what I’ve seen

[wakandas-vibranium]

91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

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

Word count: 2.1k

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

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

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

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

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm.” 

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

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

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

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

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

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

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

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

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

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

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

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

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

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.” 

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

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

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“We will be home in seven mi—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[risingoftime]

Shuri being obsessed with her lovers lips

𝖙𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 (𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘) | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

a/n: wasn't sure if this was a smut request, so I kept it (kinda) pg-13₊˚⊹♡

word count: 699

contains: fluff & hot makeout sesh

➴ feel free to send me more thots

Shuri stood behind you as you completed the finishing touches on your makeup in the mirror. You took time to line your lips precisely because tonight was unique. It was your first anniversary. Once you were done applying your lip gloss, you met her gaze and smiled. 

“Must you stare?” You asked. 

“I love when you do that.” 

“Do what?” I was puzzled by what she meant by that simple statement. Shuri closed the gap between us and twirled me away from the mirror so our chests touched. Her hand adjusted my hair away from my face and cupped my cheek. “When you put on your lip gloss.” It was hard to remember how to breathe when she did this. It wasn’t like you'd been together for a short while, but butterflies erupted in your stomach each time she came close. Shuri’s eyes remained focused on your lips as if she was in a trance.  Her head tilted down, getting closer to kiss you until you blocked her movement with your hand. 

“Shuri, you’re going to get makeup all over yourself,” you shrilled. Shuri grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together. “Baby, I don’t care.” She continued to move her face closer until your lips collided. Shuri let out a breathy sigh shortly afterwards, coming down to suck on your lower lip. Fuck it, you gave in to the temptation and allowed Shuri to deepen the kiss with her tongue. She let go of your hand to hike up your silk dress and gripped your ass. You let out a surprised gasp and pulled away. 

“What about the dinner reservations?” 

“I could care less about that right now,” Shuri stated. She pushed your hips together to make you flush against her body. Her hand toyed with the side of your thong, daring to go further between your legs. You searched for a hint of something in Shuri’s face, but she only smiled before returning the kiss. Shuri kissed passionately like she couldn’t get enough of you. She let out a low moan when you returned the same energy. The desire that she held for you was unquestionable. Your lips rolled over each other, and you knew that by the end, both of your mouths would be swollen from the intensity. You pulled away briefly to catch your breath, only allowing enough space for your mouths to brush against the others lightly. Foreheads still pressed together, and Shuri’s fingers did not pause from caressing the skin underneath your dress, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. 

“Mhmm, Shuri,” you hummed. 

“Yes, baby?” She sounded drunk off of the kiss that transpired. Your lip gloss was now smeared onto her, and you can only assume that the liner you had applied was probably non-existent. “We’ll be late if I don’t finish getting ready.”  Taking a step back, Shuri analyzed your face and laughed. “I think you’re right. I might’ve messed up some of your makeup after all.” 

You pushed away from Shuri to see that the makeup all around your lips had become smudged.  You joined in with her laughter before beginning to reapply the work that you had already done. 

“Now shoo, go away so I can be quick and focus,” you said playfully.

“Okay, okay! Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Shuri raised her hands in defeat and backed out of the bathroom to the bedroom. 

Minutes passed as you hastily fixed yourself to make sure you were presentable. In the distance, you saw Shuri behind your reflection, leaning on the doorframe with a custom bouquet of tulips. Your favourite flowers. All thoughts disappeared, and in came desire, seeing your charming girlfriend dressed up for your special day. 

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl”

Just as Shuri was about to offer the flowers to your waiting hands, she raised them above her head and beyond your reach. "Ah ah, what do I get in return?" She asked.

"My love and affection."

"I had something else in mind." You had already figured out what she was referring to as her lustful eyes wandered down your face.

“You are truly infatuated,” you giggled.

“No… I’m obsessed.”

[character-of-all-time]

ROUND 2: DEMON CORE (hubris) VS THE PATHER ON THE OLD SPICE NIGHTPANTHER DEODERANT (vanity)

[black-dhalias]

I’d Burn it all For You

Namor X F!Reader

Warning: SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER 2, Angst, death, child loss, mentions of loss and grief, blood.

!!SPOILERS!!

!!SPOILERS!!

¡FINAL SPOILER WARNING!

A spray of mist and fury burn your cheeks as the waves crest onto the beach. Your toes touching the water in the briefest of ways, body stolen by the drowning grief. The loss of your only family has taken you completely.

“My love?” His voice used to bring you great comfort, but now it is only a reminder of what he knowingly sacrificed. Only to bend the knee to the Wakandans. “You must come home to Talocan, you must find it in yourself to rest.” In our bed, the thought is painful and rigid—your life is grossly intertwined with him. All of him.

“K’uk’ulkan, do not speak as if you did not let my brother and sister die…” An unearthly rage has mounted in your chest at the very image of their bodies amongst the fallen, the emptiness of their eyes. “Do not pretend that our daughter… Our child, was not amongst the casualties.” Your chest heaves, a deep aggressively broken part of you has completely snapped in two.

You note the way that his hands twitch, but he does not touch you—and even if he had, you fear you would snap his wrist. He seems to be reaching out for you

You find it in yourself to meet his eye, and for the first time, he does not recognize you. Your gaze is harsh, hardened with grief—you mirror his own, but you have someone to blame. Someone to pass the hate onto. Him.

The way your fingers ghost over his cheek, he leans into the touch—knowing it was probably the last time. If you ever found it in yourself to forgive him, he doubts anything would be the same.

“K’uk’ulkan… You have never been Namor to me, always my greatest love. My truest friend and trusted ally. I followed you. Believed in you. Trusted you to protect my family, our child, me… Until today, you were never not loved. Today, you earned the name Namor.” Your hand drops off his cheek and instantly, he wishes it would return. Wishes he could wipe away every incursion, for no one knew him the way that you did. Understood his values and believed in the cause. “And I hope that name chokes the very soul from your body, a chain to drag you to the pits of the Mariana Trench.”

You turn to the ocean, the taste of salt, tears pouring down your cheeks. You had not cried like this before now, felt the pain until it was certain. Mourn your losses, that’s what he said to the Wakandan Princess—had he forgotten so quickly the losses incurred on them, how they stole his only daughter and child.

“Adora… That is what we named our daughter, carry her name on that same chain. Let it be the anchor… I wish grief would drown you, consume you, as it has me.” You gasp, choking on air and wishing it would silence you completely. “Don’t forget to mourn her.” Her sweet face echoes in the shadows, you see her smile and doe eyes—the brightness she echoes reminiscent of the sun itself.

“I do… I feel your pain, your same pain.” To lose a child is unlike any ache, it hollows out your chest and turns the bitter edge of sword onto your neck. Makes you wish that it would all end, knowing that it won’t. If you did know him, you’d believe him.

“If you felt anything, you would have burned them all. I’d burn them all for her. I’d burn them all for you. Now I will do nothing, just as you did nothing.”

K’uk’ulkan watches you from afar, the sweetest of smiles intoxicates and enchants—you were perfect. You did not plead or beg, but you asked and bartered. You were kind before you were angry, and warm before you were cold.

Genuine love came from every moment spent together, the people sang the song of your story. How you were born months after K’uk’ulkan—the gentle wave to match his storm. You were not weak by any means, but you chose to wear your heart proudly.

He remembered it all so clearly, beautiful and loyal, with eyes that read him. Knew him. He never felt more seen than when he was in your gaze.

It moves quickly now—to dance with you after becoming husband and wife. To hold you, as your carried their child. Their first. After a century of love and dedication to the people of Talocan, a royal child was to be born. He sees your smile, a warmth and light that is reminiscent of the sun itself.

When the sky turned dark, the sun no longer burning your skin—you find it in yourself to rise to your feet. To watch as the waves turn black under the nighttime moon.

“I love you, K’uk’ulkan. I swear I do, but loving you is not enough anymore.” You swallow, the anger has drifted out to sea and in its place is only sadness. Anguish. “If I had my way, I’d drown before I reach Talocan—but the sea refuses to consume me as I wish.”

Before long, you are gone from his view. Leaving him alone on that beach. Completely, and overwhelmingly consumed by his own grief. Aware of every sensation and whim, and the urge to burn the world echoes once more.

You were right. He did not want you to be right, but you were.

“Wait—” His voice is more hoarse than he expected, weathered and aged in the last week more than before. The weight of his people on one shoulder, a burden of duty — while the weight of his family grows heavier by the second. His duty to them. To his wife. You stop, looking back at him briefly—if it were anyone else, you wouldn’t have looked at all. “I love you. Please believe that much.”

“Love is not enough, Namor.” That name never sounded so foreign, but so true—it never hurt or bothered him, except when it came to you.

AN: I promise I have a happy Namor fic in the works (and like two or three more after that), but this one was just in my head. Ya know when you can’t write anything except a singular piece, that was this. However, now I feel as though I have satisfied the itch and am ready to finish everything else.

[twilekass]

y'all make chicken scratch with Namor fanfics using Spanish, I know DAMN WELL in the past I've seen bitches make Loki fanfics using fucking all of Norse mythology and it's native tongue. In ajawo' and the Talokanil literally spoke Yucatec Maaya

The caucasian audacity of y'all culture-vultures I swear, sometimes gatekeeping is okay because we want our ancestors to be PROUD of us to defend what they died fighting for in my opinion.

POC writers and readers rise up. I must add as a Bruja and history nerd not every noble/royal of ancient Mexico was Heterosexual. There were literally twin gods of homosexuality (Xochipili and Xochiquetzal literally the god and goddess of prostitution and other aspects of life, the og WLW and MLM solidarity) there was I believe a space/sky deity that was a Muxe (genderfluid/bigender for religious purposes to honor the gods). I believe there's a even a tale of lady Micte the Aztec goddess of life and death falling in love with a female priestess.

Anyways you get the point. We must collectively remember that cisgender and Heteronormativitly was forced upon us by the invaders. Take a step back because honestly based on Namor’s geography and history, I'm 50% sure he has a harem I mean come on he's In ajawo' of Talokan.

REMINDER; Be respectful to Olmec, Izapa, Teotihuacan, Maya, Zapotec, Mixtec, Huastec, Purépecha, Totonac, Toltec, and Aztec when researching.