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[pinkwright]

if u rlly wanna kiss me | shuri udaku.

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pairing — bestfriend!shuri x bar singer!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — ride the dragon by fka twigs

warnings — shuri’s touchy, dom!shuri, fingering (r!receiving), light choking but also not rlly choking, reader is easily embarrassed (a lil projecting yk), they’re best friends, shuri is a lil mean n condescending, verbal kink (?), humiliation kink (again projection my apologies), slight love kink lol, dirty talk but its sweet imo, n i think that’s it.

a/n — completely forgot about taglists but u can send me an ask to be on it ! for now i'm just tagging the inspos n some of my fav accs <3

⟢˚ @rxcently @saintwrld @shurismainbxtch @playgurlxoxo @verachii @dejaonline @mbakuetshurisprincess @ppawmpkin

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if you really wanna kiss me, kiss me quickly (do it quickly, do it, do it, do it quickly, do it, do it)

“thank you everyone”, you laugh. your voice rings through the area as the claps ring out, cheers echoing through your favourite bar to perform at. a cheeky smile is spreading across your cheeks and your heart is pumping with adrenaline.

your heart races as you make your way down the stairs, looking into the dark eyes of your best friend as she holds her hand out for you to grasp. “brilliant,” she firmly pulls you close. “as always, s’thandwa.” murmuring the words against the shell of your ear.

the blood rushes to your face, shielded by the depths of the tones of your skin as you flash her a quick shy smile and clear your throat, muttering her thanks under your breath. you let her walk you to your dressing room, exchanging greetings with both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as you take to trying to ignore shuri’s warm firm press on the skin of your lower back.

the soft neo-soul track dampens with the soft click of your dressing room door, and you go to gather your belongings, you stop to reapply your lip gloss and lock eyes with shuri in the mirror. she’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across her torso, and you find she’s watching you like a cat does her prey.

“you’re so devastatingly gifted, you know that?” she sings in that low alluring voice of hers. the beating of your heart rings in your ears as her words settle into a tight ball in the depths of your stomach. you can hear yourself giggle nervously as you avert your eyes, muttering out a weak, “stop”, as you put your lip gloss and the last of your stuff in your bag.

shuri laughs softly with a smirk on her pretty lips, pushing off the door as you approach her, “you never could take a compliment.” the roll of your eyes prompts her to laugh louder as she opens the door for you to make your way to her car. the ignition rumbles into a start then she's reversing into the route to your apartment.

she hums softly, embarrassingly, to your own track and you take the opportunity to admire her. shuri’s and your relationship was hard to describe; while traditionally you were best friends – the pet names, the touches, and the way she spoke to you, not to mention the constant tension, all said something completely different. the logical part of you defined it as shuri’s interest in you but the sensing side of yourself denied that idea vehemently – there was just no way the queen of wakanda, the black panther, and quite frankly, the light of your life was in love with you.

“y/n, baby, you good?”

you snap out of your thoughts and find that you’re parked outside of your building. shuri’s dark eyes are intense as they roam over your seated figure and you smile softly, definitely not into you, “yeah, are you coming up tonight?” you blink at the insinuation in your words. opening the door to jump out and keeping it slightly ajar to hear her hum of agreement.

before you can get pulled into your thoughts, your loft apartment door is closing and you're throwing yourself on your couch with a deep sigh. shuri places herself right next to you, her hand sliding over your thigh as she guides your leg over hers. your foot falls between her man-spread legs and she essentially draws you right against her, inadvertently spreading your legs as your head lulls to rest in the dip of her neck. she sighs as she mindlessly traces patterns on your heated skin, and you try, desperately, to tame the fire growing under your skin.

the silence is filled with a tension you can feel with every expanse of your lungs, every beat of your heart, and every pump of blood through your veins but also carries that familiar comfort and calm that comes with being around shuri. her hand switches from brushing along your inner calf to the muscles of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as you subconsciously drop your legs open that much more – just enough for her to notice, surely. her hand pauses and you freeze at the chuckle that leaves her lips, moving into her form, as if you could disappear into her if you pressed close enough.

“something you want to say to me, y/n?”

your head draws further into her neck as you stammer out her name, your ribs feeling like cages to the heat overflowing within you, “i think you know.” your voice shakes as you hear her let out a click of disapproval.

“i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what i want to hear.” her voice has the condescending lure of a siren disparaging her victim. you whimper, she's being so mean. slowly, you bring yourself to straddle her and drop your gaze to her lips to avoid that look in her eyes, “you’re acting dumb on purpose.” you whine out in utter humiliation.

her hands grip your waist to still your gyrating hips, pressing you into her lap, “i need to hear you say it, angel. can you do that for me?” her lips are brushing your cheekbone, and she's squeezing your skin.

your lips part, wanting to hear more, and feel more, “shuri, please… please i need you.” you're breathless. the words spill out as desperate gasps of air and you're embarassed by how wet that makes you. you felt like you couldn't breathe, the heated atmosphere deliciously suffocating.

you feel her smirk spread as her hands slip down your thighs and play with the hem of your skirt, she hums as one hand makes its way to exactly where you need her. the other wrapping around your neck to bring your gaze to hers, she hates when your eyes aren’t on hers. you exhale a stuttered breath as you look into the intensity of them, she looks like she wants to ruin you. your pussy clenches as your hips buck, every breath shared between the both of you fuelling the pool between your legs.

those slender fingers slip into your panties and immediately slide over your clit, and you're moaning out. shuri's bringing your lips right against her own, not kissing you, just holding you there — breathing air into and stealing the air from your lungs, simultaneously giving you life, and taking it away from you.

“that’s it, my pretty fucking baby, let me feel you.”

her voice is coaxing you towards the ocean of your release and guiding you to rock your hips in time with her fingers. you’re whimpering, pleading with her to give you more, and more – you want everything she has to give. she chuckles, that condescending lilt humiliating you but simultaneously adding to the tightening in your core, she slips a finger into your entrance and you’re crying out into the swell of her lips, “please, please, please… shuri”.

“tell me you love me, s'thandwa, and i'll take you there.”

she starts to circle the swell of your clit with the pad of her thumb, your eyes momentarily shut, and all you can see, hear, and breathe is her. the exchange of breath, the coo of her voice, and suddenly you're insatiable — you need her. if you were more coherent you would have heard the mirrored desperation laced in her tone, like she needed to hear that to continue living, needed you to fuel her existence.

the warmth from the humiliation of feeling so exposed pushes you further, as she gives you a second finger and presses right against your spot. your hips are stuttering as you wetly gasp out her name. “i know, i know angel, that’s my spot, isn’t it? right there hm? that’s where you need me?”

your form twitches at her words, your pussy clenching around her fingers, drawing her deeper into you, wanting her home, “i love you; i love you so much, please shuri, please.” you’re crying out. your hand is gripping the arm working your dripping pussy, your hips canting to the pretty melody of her thrusts, and her eyes are boring into yours as you beg her to bring you over. her grip around your throat tightens slightly, her thumb brushing up and down the tendon, as she curls her fingers to brush your spot, her spot, and you’re stilling.

“ndiphilele s'thandwa sam' (come for me, my love).”

then you’re sobbing out your orgasm, your body is shaking violently, feeling shuri’s sharp intake of breath against your lips as she works and talks you through it. you’re panting into her mouth, tears collecting on the lashes of your shut eyes as you try to breathe through the aftershocks. you feel shuri’s praises rather than hear them, her hands caressing the bare expanse of your ribs, “there you go. breathe for me, nkosazana, come back to me.”

when you come to, shuri’s gazing at you so deeply that you’re forced to slightly pull back and look down at her lips again, “you haven’t kissed me”, you whisper. you roll your lips in embarrassment when she just tilts her head and smirks. “stop," you drag the syllable out, "i literally told you i love you while i was coming on your fingers, nigga. and you still haven’t kissed me.” you whine as you slightly push her shoulder.

“i love you, y/n. ungumoya endiphefumelayo, ungulukhanyo lwam' (you are the air that I breathe, you are [the giver of] my sight). the sole bearer of my soul," she pauses. her hand rises to gently grip yours, and bring it to rest on the beating of her heart, "and look at me. i need you to know that above all of that, uluvuko wam', sthandwa (you are [the cause of] my resurrection, love).”

she looks at you seriously, unrelentingly, wanting her words to sink into the crevices of your skin to carve themselves within your psyche, and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you whisper her name with a tremble.

a squeeze of your waist and she’s leaning in as you shakily exhale and, in a moment, her lips are on yours, moving in synchronicity, melting over yours like the sun into the horizon. shuri’s kissing you like she wants to breathe you in, trapping you in place so you have no choice but to take and take everything she’s giving you.

she loves you.

do it quickly ‘fore the end of the song, waiting a minute for your love.

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[pinkwright]

⋆｡𖦹°‧. only echoes that i wait for. —

ellie williams x black female!reader

inspiration ᧓ delresto (echoes) by travis scott w/ beyonce.

authors note ⌅ i actually currently have four works in progress but they're all turning out 2 be way longer than my usual pieces so obvi in turn they're taking longer (plus i mean its literally december i'm not at home lmfao) so here's an older drabble from the drafts lol.

warnings ⌅ 18+. afab!reader, mentions of reader being a passenger princess (i can't drive), lotsa playful teasing, cocky!mean-ish!ellie (yum x2), fingering (reader receiving), dingy party and weed mentioned like once barely, i don't know what kinda kink this is tbh.

.𖥔 716

ellie definitely tells you to "be a lady." whether its jokingly, voice laced with a low chuckle, scarred brow raised amusingly as you keep insisting on rolling your own weed, her head shaking as she seals the paper despite your half-hearted protests, taking the opportunity to light it for you too while she's at it. or when you're attempting to order your own food and she's quick to halt your words with a roll of those pretty evergreen orbs, an action that has you scoffing, a smitten smile tugging at your plump glossy lips when she smoothly recites the dish to the amused waitress.

or when your passenger princess heart decides to take a temporary, unannounced leave that coaxes out a simple murmured, "lemme drive, el." already stepping to the driver's door of her banged-up truck (courtesy of joel), platform heels clunking against the gravel before her large hand is grasping your waist, fingers firmly digging into the pillow of your skin as she brings you to a halt, spinning you to face her before she looks you up and down, tongue darting out to wet her pretty pink tinted lips.

before she deadpans, "nah," pausing at your offended pout, seeming to think back on your request before her face is scrunching like her ears have just been awarded the most hilarious slew of words, deep laughs reverberating within the cozy bubble of your domesticity, ellie cooing the vacationing heart of her beloved passenger princess back to with a deep, "get in your fucking seat, babe." gently rocking you as she uses her body to walk you back to the passenger seat, hand on the back of your thigh as you climb into the vehicle with a scoff of disbelief. and without doubt, in every instance, a hoarse scoff escapes her lips, a drawled-out rasp teased from smirking lips.

"be a fucking lady, damn."

other times it's less playful but all the more cocky, diminishing in its tease to head its more, taunting nature; ellie having you pinned to the door of some bathroom, head vibrating under the pulsing bass of the music beating through the walls of the dingy house party you can't recall how you ended up at. the atmosphere tense, skin searing under wandering hands, branding across your skin, and whispered filth, breathed into your skin.

dexterous fingers finding home under your tiny skirt, your quivering plush thighs tightening around her tatted forearm as the devil-haired girl digs into your aching cunt. broken gasps tear from your throat, your hands wrapped around her corded forearm in a plead for more, and she's mercifully sliding her thumb across your thrumming clit, cooing into your ear as you cry out for her, to her, blood rushing through your ears, "shh shh, baby... so fucking loud." the hushed whispers against your ear, prompt a whine from your glossy parted lips, hips bucking against her relentless movements when the touch of her chapped coral lips stretches against your skin in a mean smirk, teeth skimming the heated skin.

in a useless attempt, your teeth sink into your bottom lip to tame the sinful noises punching their way from the fudge-filled canal of your throat and ellie laughs, groaning into your ear as she feels the warmth of your walls fluttering around her fingers, scoffing in that low, rasped tone of sultry cockiness as your essence drips into the channels of her knuckles, "messy fucking pussy... still can't be a lady for me, baby?" a cruel coo that has you choking out a sob, whimpering so pathetically that ellie's pussy clenches in anticipation, a greedy act of indulgence in the pleasure that was you, slurring out a dizzying, "fuckkk, baby, i got you, shh..."

your lashes wet, clumping together, when you blink your glazed, dark eyes to meet her coddling gaze, thighs trembling around her arm when your orgasm rips from your throat,– and god the grunt ellie grates out has your spasming pussy fluttering around her fingers, embrace warm as it sucks her digits in and so, who could really blame the auburnette when it coaxes her digits back into motion, gentle shushing against your ear as she husks at the sloshing of her pretty pussy, "god, baby she's just aching for more isn't she? desperate little thing... think she needs a lil' reminder on how to be my pretty lady again, hmm?"

౨ৎ.tags... @abenomeiiii @naomis-daydream @littlegingerperson

[pinkwright]

𐙚.ﾟ۪ ๑ ۫ wearing ur cross on my chain for it. —

ellie williams x black female!reader

inspiration ᧓ take care of you by charlotte day wilson w/ syd.

author's note ⌅ awkward fucking ending but that's life ! thought i would drop anotha drabble before the year ends — consider this a happy new years gift <3z.

warnings ⌅ 18+. more ellie focused u could say. scissoring. needy!ellie. readers just happy to be there. lots love bc i love love sawry n ellie's a canon lovergirl idc. dramatic ass metaphors bc it's me. some fluff. pussydrunk!ellie. reader has locs this time round. ellie likes to talk (canon). ellie calls reader 'mama' like twice (well!). cursing. slight dry humping n fingering. mentions of cunnilingus.

.𖥔 1873

maybe it's one of those days, where she's feeling emotionally overwhelmed, her love growing in her throat like the infection lingering in her veins, bordering on painful in the way it digs its branches into her lungs, stuttering her breath as though it wished to suffocate her. and she's just watching, staring you down as you flit through menial activities; humming as you fold the laundry, or sweetly sigh at the sweet smell that wafts from the tray of muffins you lift from the oven, and despite the normalcy of the act, her eyes wash with tenderness, need so vicious it would knock you off kilter, disrupt your center of gravity so the only thing that kept you grounded were the stars in her eyes.

when she's finally had enough of torturing herself, of her heart clenching tightly, borderline to giving out, she stands from the comfort of the knitted rug, controller discarded beside the humming console, not even having to pause because the death of her character had been neglected for the past thirty minutes, thirty minutes that felt like nothing when her gaze drunk you in. her sock-clad feet muffle her approach, ellie slinking quietly behind your idle frame, so quiet that the slide of her strong arms wrapping around your waist trigger your fright, a soft gasp as you freeze before your body is relaxing in recognition, a gentle lull into solace. ellie's so consumed by the ache in her chest, blinded by the way it steals her breath away, to gift to you, that she can't even bring herself to chuckle at your skittish nature, palms sliding up your top to press against the skin of your ribs and you yelp at her cold hands, the press of her fingertips burning into your skin.

ellie sighs, caught in a pink-tinted haze when your scent wafts around her like a cloud, misting her senses as she buries her head in the dip of your neck, breathing in your scent as she allows herself to drown in the aroma of your exaltation. her thumbs mindlessly caress the dips of your ribcage, the delicate skin silken against her calloused fingers, and your eyebrows are furrowing in concern at her lack of response, thoughts ridden by the idea that it might be one of her harder days, one where she just gets too in her head, too swallowed up by the grief that it physically consumes her, almost vulturine in its nature, but, oh, you couldn't be any more wrong. your tender cooing is cut off by ellie's hand sliding into the waistband of your little cotton shorts, not hesitating as her lithe fingers dip into your panties, humming huskily when you jolt, lips parting in shock. she's meticulous, reflexive, with how her other arm tightens around your waist to keep you still, pausing, before skimming her parted lips against the skin of your neck, her heavy pants brushing against the heated skin as your hand shoots out to wrap around her wrist.

and ellie's bringing her fingers to your clit, just barely circling the sensitive nub forcing herself to slow down, to savour you, and the reigns of her self-control slipping from her grasp cue her tells, breathing heavy in your ears as she tugs you against her, a raspy groan punched from her chest, tells of her hunger, her devotion. when her fingertips brush your growing wetness, your breath catches, eyes fluttering as you tighten your hand around her tattooed wrist – if ellie was conscious, sober from the drug that was desperation; she would tease you, drop her voice low, into that taunting lilt that tears you down and simultaneously builds you up, murmuring into your skin, "what, baby? you need something?"

but she can't, too ridden with the urge to have you, feeling the ache in her chest settle a little with the noise that escapes you, bathing in its sincerity like it was a balm slaved across the decaying skin of festering wounds, soothing the ache that blisters across her heart. the sinking of her teeth harshly into your neck when you buck towards the faintest of grazes, touch so slight it fueled the building heat in you, whining when the auburnette simply holds you tightly against her, hips rocking to grind against your ass like some depraved degenerate; ellie's cunt throbs at the thought, soaking her boxers. her voice is low, raspy, rough from disuse when she finally murmurs, calloused finger dipping into your clenching canal as she palms your swollen clit, "let me feel this pretty fucking pussy, mama."

and then you're in the bed, splayed on the sheets you share, at her mercy, and ellie's not even bothering to remove your top, shoving the hem up to your pretty neck, gaze intent on watching your tits spill out of it before harshly lifting your hips to roughly tug your shorts down the silky skin of your legs, squeezing at the soft flesh of your belly, her eyes fluttering in satisfaction. and she drools at the site of your pretty soaking pussy, the strings of wetness breaking from your panties as she tugs them down your legs and as much as she wants to dig her face in the welcoming heat; slide her tongue into your needy hole before wrapping her lips around your clit, the liquid caramel slugging in her throat and the pounding in her chest are her only source of thought, the drive for how she takes you, so she's swiftly pulling her shorts and boxers down, ripping off her tank, looking like a starved animal as she crawls towards your quivering form.

her large cold hand is wrapping under the bend of your knee folding the limb to her will, spreading you out as though you were a bud forced to bloom by her attentive rays, her light – before climbing between your legs, hovering her leaking cunt just above yours, pausing to forcefully exhale a shaky breath to reign in her slipping self-control before she lowers herself on to you. her mind foggy and her chest heaving as she lets out a long satisfied groan, her hips bucking at the warmth of your soft, soaking wet pussy against hers. and she's bending your knee to spread your lips apart, rolling her hips to fuck down on you, her swollen thrumming clit bumping against yours with every insatiable buck of her hips and ellie's hunger flames in gratification. her eyebrows furrow in concentration, rusty hairs scrunching as if the pleasure angered her, her other hand wrapping around your hip when you whimper and try to grind up against her, press closer, deeper – holding you down, feeling too close to insanity to have you grinding back against her so thoughtlessly.

the room is thick with tension, riddled with the slews of desire and devotion, both in filth and adoration, and ellie's panting heavily, her lips parted as she focuses on the feeling, breathless as she keeps her moss-darkening gaze on where you two meet, grunting a pathetic moan when she sees how much your kissing cunts glisten, a shiny mess of translucent sticky essence that makes her throat tighten, "mmmh... god, f-fuck, baby, fucking perfect pussy for me, jus- just lay there and fucking t-take it for me, yeah?" tongue unhinged as she continues with raspy chuckles of "making a mess of me, angel, can't help it... pretty cunt's so soft, and wet, and mine to use, yeah? fucking gonna make me come for you, baby."

and ellie's dizzy, can't hear passed the blood in her ears or the squelching presses of her pussy against yours and the heat is thrumming under her skin, her eyes fluttering before she forces them to look down at you. the twinge of guilt at her possibly neglecting you thwacked by the sheer pleasure on your face, the slurred begging and pleading slipping passed your swollen lips digging into the muscle in her chest as if every word were a venom-tipped thorn finding home in the beating muscle. the sight has her pussy clenching, her warm juices leaking onto your messy bud, her hold on your waist subconsciously letting up as though her body knew the reprieve was the push you needed, a coo to the pitiful way you begin to fuck against her. symphonised whines and murmured odes a sensual musicality of your bodies, metaphysical atoms destined to bond; ellie rolls her hips to drag across your clit just right, "come on, baby, fucking give it to me." and you're exploding, a shriek ripping out of your chest as your body freezes then thrashes in waves.

the leak of juices against ellie makes her pussy flutter, tightly clenching your leg in her hand, branding the skin like it was all she was meant to do, continuing to desperately roll her hips against you as she follows your crest – her chest seizing as her eyes roll back into her head, blinded by the pleasure as her cunt clenches and spasms almost violently, following the rhythm set by her racing heart, a needy low moan passing her lips when she comes down. but god, that fucking ache comes back full force when she sees the fucked out look on your pretty face; lips bee sting swollen, dark eyes lidded, and god, she doesn't mean to she doesn't even think but her hips are starting up again. a low whimper escaping her mouth in sensitivity, eyebrows scrunching when she hears you whine, your pussy trying to tug away from hers and she coos at your gentle sob, "i know, baby, i know just... just let me use you please, too fucking perfect for me" the pleasure aching so fucking good, she's anguished for it. her blunt nails dig into your hip to pull you back against her, her mouth parting on a fucking whine as she uses you, her movements aggressive in their desperation, and fuck she's gonna pass out, fucking against you so hard and deep, but slow, like she wants to fuck her cum into you and make sure it sticks. "god, fuckin', just like that... i'm gonna come again for you, baby, fuck my shit so deep into you, mama, into this stupid little fucking cunt."

and she makes a sight; her head thrown back, lithe, toned body slick with sweat as her muscles tense and tighten with her harsh movement, pretty perky tits bouncing but what really gets you there is the auburn happy trail slinking towards her pretty cunt, the hairs glistening with slick as her abs tighten n shift, and oh my god, you were coming, stars bursting behind your lids as you fall limply against the bedsheets, pretty locs spreading across the pillow like a halo, angelic in the way you absolutely lose yourself on her pussy and that makes ellie spiral. the girl throws her head back when her orgasm sneaks up on her, shocking a needy whimper from her lips that you have never heard, ellie's eyes widening in shock as her hips buck in a way she can't control, fucking against you like she need the friction to breathe – and in a way, she did. "fuckkk, i'm coming, baby, god."

౨ৎ.tags... @abenomeiiii @naomis-daydream @littlegingerperson @lppriceisright

[pinkwright]

baby, let me know if u wanna roll | shuri udaku.

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pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — hip hop star by beyoncé feat. (big boi & sleepy brown)

warnings — fingering (both receiving), cunnilingus (reader receiving), possessive!shuri. enhanced!shuri as in the panther spirit inside her is almost personified (??) (idk how to describe it), confident reader, sub!reader, soft dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, overstimulation. dirty talk, humiliation kink, needy!shuri, jealous!shuri but literally so slight like just blink n you'll miss it, the alarm in the beginning is an alarm for five mins before midnight, n yeah.

a/n — if theres errors thats my bad, hope u enjoy ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn

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bad boots on, pants down low. i’m a rockstar. baby, let me know if u wanna ride with a hip hop star.

the swing of your hips is entrancing, the heavy bass guiding the silky whining of your waist as you let the music flow through you. the hem of your skirt is sitting dangerously high on your thighs, the length of your legs glistening under the flashing lights when, suddenly, the vibration of your phone jolts in your hand, which makes a smile break through your lips before you spin on your heels to gaze up at the elevated platform ahead.

the familiar figure leaning over the railing already has her eyes on you, her fingers stroking her chin as she lets her eyes slide down your figure, and the smirk she flashes you sends you reeling. your smile widens before you lift your arm and gesture to your wrist with the pointer finger of your opposite hand, the drink in your hand sloshing in your excitement, as you make a rapid cue to your imaginary watch.

shuri raises her eyebrow in amusement before slightly jerking her head back, calling you to come to her while her hands move to adjust the silk over her torso. the click of your heels washes away with the volume of the lively club, the smile on your face light as you make your way through the bodies of the familiar faces you had invited to tonight’s event, offering short but friendly greetings.

you dance your way through the crowd, ever the party girl, making your way up the stairs that lead to where shuri was, the entrance to the platform secluded from the chaos that was the heart of the club, and you glide through the hanging crystal curtain that acted as a makeshift door, quickly glancing at your phone, seeing the time switch to midnight, then you’re lifting your gaze to sweep over the space, your sight quickly landing on her.

the smile that hasn’t left your face widens as you make your way towards her, quickly placing your drink on the centre table as you walk before you take to sweeping your gaze over her, she is turned toward you, and her back is pressed against the railing that overlooks the dance floor. you lean yourself between her spread legs, bringing your arms around her neck as you heavily press into the warmth of her body, and the squeal that escapes from you brushes against her neck, making her chuckle lowly.

her own hands place themselves on your hips before sliding up along your waist, her tall frame leaning forward into the gentle pull of your arms, and as she brings her touch to the bare skin of your upper back, she firmly presses you into her, “happy birthday, babe.” your hands are trailing along her strong shoulders as you pull back from the dip of her neck to press a kiss against the skin of her cheek, “the mighty panther’s finally the big twenty-two.”

a heavy laugh crawls from your chest as you jerk in her hold, her hands dropping to squeeze your waist as she rolls her eyes at your teasing, a smile pulling at her lips as she looks down at you. there’s a loud call of her name that has her eyes reluctantly pulling away from yours, your body detaching from hers as there’s soon a multitude of birthday greetings flooding shuri, a genuine smile lighting up her face as she happily receives the warm cheers and hugs.

the music is cutting off, the flashing lights dimming, just as you planned, before the double-tier cake is brought into the room and placed on the big table in the centre, the cheers from the club are steady as you go to grab shuri’s hand, pulling her to take her seat in front of the cake as you stand beside her seated figure.

a bashful smile spreads across her lips when everyone starts singing for her, her arm shooting out towards you at the giggle you let out at the sight, pulling you to sit on her lap before her warm hands slide up the skin of your thighs, coming to rest heavily just before the hem of your skirt, her long fingers falling between the crevice of your legs as if they belonged there.

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shuri’s the life of the party, the crowd circled around her as she dances, the people moving with her, and her energy is plausible, raising the energy of the crowd around her to where everyone was having an unforgettable time alongside their queen. you smile fondly, shifting slightly on the barstool before lifting the sweet cocktail to your lips, sliding your eyes to the busy bartender to resume the conversation you were having with him, a light laugh slipping through you at his joking words.

five minutes of back and forth chatting pass before strong arms circle around your waist, shuri’s head coming to rest along your shoulder before she hums, using her strength to firmly pull you off your seat, your hand coming to rest over hers as you startle, your drink forgotten on the bar. her sharp eyes, unbeknownst to you, cut harshly at the man before you, the sheer authority flowing through her causing his gaze to lower as he clears his throat.

“dance with me, my love.”

she’s already pulling you towards the dance floor, the crowd parting for her as she walks with you in tow, choosing a darker spot in the space before she spins you around, letting go of your hand to slide both her hands under the loose fit of your top and settle them on the heated skin of your waist. her head dips to where her curls skim over your neck as she pulls you closer, pressing your hips against her, then her hands are guiding you to whine against her slowly but firmly, your breath catching at the way she manhandled you as if she owned you.

the thought makes you chastise yourself, you were friends, that’s it, but it doesn’t stop the clenching of your thighs when her wandering hands travel your moving form; the right sliding further up to rest just below the band of your bra, the entirety of her palm pressing over the rise of your heaving ribs while the left hand slid down the front of you, over the top of your thigh, where it pauses over your skirt, the firm press causing the hem to rise.

the placement makes you gasp, and shuri feels it under her grip, feels you, and it tempts her, you tempt her. she shifts her hanging head to where her lips can skim over your sweet skin, her mouth parting against your exposed collarbone causing your head to tilt, wanting more of her. that makes the taller girl insatiable, and calls forward the predator within her, she can hear the depth of your breath, feel the pump of your blood under her fingertips, smell the desire you have for her, and it makes the panther purr in response.

and before you can blink, shuri’s pulling you through the crowd and out of the club. when you come out of the daze she spun you into, you’re already seated in the passenger seat of her car, and your jaw is dropping in disbelief, as she drives off. “shuri!” you screech, “you can’t just leave your own fucking party like that!” and the sound makes her laugh, and shake her head before she responds, her voice cocky and low.

“i do what i want, s’thandwa.”

the words dry up your throat, the effortless air of dominance surrounding her permeating your skin, unconsciously coaxing you to submit to her, and you let your lips part before letting out an awkward chuckle. the heat inside of you scratches at your lungs, making it hard for you to breathe, shuri smirks before she parks in front of the palace, seeing a second car pull up beside them that she ignores; stepping out to pull you towards her chambers.

“ayo and aneka, you’re dismissed for the night. y/n will be retiring with me.” she calls the words over her shoulder, using what you always tease as her 'queen voice'.

the heat rushes to your face as you continue your journey, your sleeping with her wasn’t uncommon nor was it new, but the implications of the words always embarrassed you, because all you ever did was sleep. to foreign ears though, it sounded like she was on her way to tear you apart, to completely ravage you in the time you spent together behind those closed doors.

your train of thought is interrupted when shuri’s bedroom door clicks closed behind you, the girl kicking off her shoes before kneeling to slide off yours, her hands gentle as she manoeuvres you by your calves, her fingers working to slide the shoes off and you place your hand on her shoulder to steady yourself.

when she rises, she makes sure to follow the length of your legs, a gasp cutting through the atmosphere as the movement of her hands causes a slight lift of your skirt before it drops again when her hands come to hold your triceps, and she’s standing upright. she’s not letting your gaze leave hers as she walks you by your arms to her bed, and you follow, follow her like a lost puppy. the pulse between your legs intensifies when she gently pushes you onto her soft silk sheets.

you’re giggling lightly at her cheeky smile, her lithe figure throwing itself atop you before her arms come to split your legs as she settles between them. her head is against your chest as you lift your hands to the soft coils of her hair, and shuri lets out a satisfied sigh. the atmosphere is comfortable as you play with her hair, her head is laid sideward on your chest so shuri can listen to the steady beat of your heart, and she finds herself quickly agreeing with the panther inside her when she deems it to be the sound of their home.

although, as time passes shuri begins to get restless, so words flow out of her mouth to distract herself, “thank you for tonight, s’thandwa, you know you didn’t have to go all out like that for me.” her hands tighten their hold on you in gratitude, bast, what would she do without you. your chest shakes lightly in a fond giggle, your lips parting in protest, “nuh-uh, i had to go all out for the person i love, please be so serious, and don't thank me, babe.” when your laugh quietens down, you fondly add to your tender words.

 “anything for the birthday girl.”

and the words jar her, suddenly, the heat of your body against her, the thrum of your heart in her ears, and the softness of your skin underneath her has her feeling absolutely primal, itching to claim you. she exhales as she slides up against you bringing her face to rest in the dip of your neck as she breathes you in, the action making you gasp lightly causing your hand to slide gently to hold the back of her neck, the other dropping to hold your rising skirt down.

there’s a pause before she’s humming, “you smell good.” another pause, then her lips are sliding across your skin, her mouth parting so she can taste you, murmuring into your skin, “so fucking good, baby.”

the gasp of her name is loud, and you’re instinctively bringing your two hands to grip her shoulders tightly, trying to ignore the heat of her coiling muscles under her thin shirt, your legs clenching around her hips, “we shouldn’t, shuri.”

your words are breathy, unconvincing even to yourself and the dripping wetness between your legs. her lips continue their trail against your neck, your head tilted to allow her to continue, and her rough hands tighten around your thighs, spreading you further open for her before her words seep into your pliant body.

“it’s my birthday, baby.” the words ignite the heat inside you. “you gonna let me touch my pretty girl?” and it has your mind spinning, your nails digging into the silk of her shirt as she sucks your skin into her mouth, “let me, baby, please?” the raw need in her voice has your head nodding aggressively, your hips bucking up into her as you whimper.

she pulls her face back to look into your eyes and her face is serious as she stares into you, “need you to use those words for me, baby.” you’re gasping out pleas that make her hum, before she's sliding her hands down your quivering thighs, her torso lifting off of you as she grips under your knees to gaze at the soaking lace between your thighs, letting out a deep groan at the sight.

“that’s my good fucking girl.”

you shy away as she looks at you, she’s soaking up the sight of you so deeply that it forces you to shut your eyes as you whine, long and needy, your head turning to bury your face in the sheets that smell like her, your legs failing to close around the grip she has on you.

the sight of her stubborn, headstrong, and independent friend whom she’s, quite frankly, in love with, being so meek and pliant under her has shuri’s own core clenching, a taunting laugh escaping her lips as she finally slides down the bed to lay on her stomach, her head between your legs.

“look at me, y/n.”

her hands rip the dainty material around your hips, and it makes you momentarily clench your eyes even tighter, fisting the sheets beside your head before you reluctantly flutter your eyes open, your hips bucking when you catch the sight of shuri between your legs. she's gazing at you so erotically it makes your cheeks burn with blood, your body clenching tightly with embarrassment as you force yourself to breathe deeply.

“want you to watch me while i eat my pretty baby’s pussy for my birthday, okay?”

the words make you moan, your thighs are straining against her hands that press on either side of your exposed heat, and she’s holding your thighs open as she licks her lips, the action making you burn, and you’re crumbling under the humiliation coursing through you. your eyes are stuck on hers as if you’re in a trance, her tongue sliding out before she glides the muscle across the entirety of your pussy, letting out a tortured groan that has you clenching hard, a loud moan punching through your chest.

your hips are jerking into her tongue as she works through your seeping folds, devouring you tirelessly, and it makes it difficult for you to breathe. your stomach clenching tight as you bring your hands to her hair, your head dropping back as you arch further into her mouth, murmuring incoherently.

“please, please, oh my god, please.”

your hips are canting against her lips, her tongue sliding over your clit making you cry out loudly, the coil in your lower stomach tightening as you gasp wetly, then shuri’s pulling her mouth away from you, her arm coming to press your hips into the mattress when they chase her, halting your movements.

“i thought i told you to keep your eyes on me, princess?”

her words are warning, slicing through your dazed state as you snap your head up quickly finding her eyes on you, “there we go.” she coos the words out, her hand sliding over your clit before circling the ring of your clenching entrance and you’re begging her to touch you and it makes feel shuri high, feeds her alter’s predatory nature.

she slides her long fingers into you, her pace hard but controlled as she thrusts in and out of your warm walls, groaning before she sinks back down to wrap her pretty lips around your pulsing clit, and the action has your breath stuttering. your body tightens again before shuri brushes roughly against your spot, her lips suckling your bud as she hums into you, and you’re crying out as you orgasm, your legs trembling as you arch your back.

shuri’s whispering praises into your spasming pussy, her fingers still slowly pushing through you, carving her place inside you, inside her pussy and the thought makes her purr, her pace slowly picking up, and you whimper. your hips chasing her fingers and she chuckles at how needy you were being, “can’t, c-can’t, please.” your voice is wet with tears, and her voice is soft as she coos at you lovingly.

“thought you said anything for the birthday girl, baby?”

your hips desperately chase her now still fingers, unconsciously using them to pleasure yourself and shuri’s grunting as she slides her eyes along your figure, “fuck, that’s right, use my fingers to make my greedy pussy come, s’thandwa.”

her words spur you on, the tears trailing down your cheeks as you chase another release, your thighs trembling violently as shuri just watches you, watches how you use her and her eyes are sharp, glaring at your dripping cunt as you clench around her. she sighs before lifting her free hand to press against your lower stomach, then her fingers are unrelenting, ruthlessly dragging against your sensitive walls, hitting the tissue inside you over and over again.

“i’m coming, i’m coming, shuri, please, don’t stop.”

your voice breaks around the words as you sob out, the ball in your stomach releasing so heavily that your body jerks aggressively, your breathing heavy as shuri soothes your cries, dropping gentle kisses along your quivering thighs, squeezing your skin to bring you back to her. she lifts herself to peck your parted lips, her teeth digging repeatedly into the soft pillow of your bottom lip as she waits for you to calm down, humming at the taste of you, and the slight pinches of pain make you whimper softly.

“bast, baby, you make me so wet.”

her words are breathed into your mouth, and they make you so warm, the idea that someone so powerful was dripping because of you, when you hadn’t even touched her, the notion makes you gasp. “can i touch you?” your voice is shaky, and so needy, that it makes shuri exhale heavily before she rolls to lie beside you, her hand reaching for the thigh of your leg furthest from her, to bend it across her lap, pulling you to press against her side.

your heart is pounding as she reaches for your hand, guiding it down her tense stomach before she lowly orders you to unbutton her pants, your trembling fingers comply before she grabs your wrist gently and slips it past the band of her underwear to rest directly on her wet pussy. and you gasp so hard, your body bucking against her when you feel just how wet she was for you. the lithe girl lets out a soft sigh as she brings her head to your neck, her breath fanning against your ear as she guides your fingers through her.

“just like that, baby.”

her voice is breathy, low, and so soft, that it makes you clench, your fingers slipping to circle her clit, desperate to hear more from her and she moans out in response, her hand just gripping your wrist, no longer guiding you. she’s breathing heavily into your neck as you increase your pace, drawing tight figure eights along her, the sweet, breathy noises falling from her prompting you to slide your fingers to her entrance and she stills when you press against her opening. your voice is soft as you shyly ask her, “is this okay?”

in response, shuri’s hips buck against your fingers, and her words are needy in your ears, “please, baby.”

the fire in your chest burns brighter before you’re slipping your digits into her warmth in response to her breathy plea, her walls clenching around you when you go to thrust gently in and out of her and shuri’s moaning out, her slim hips canting to the steady rhythm of your thrusts and the sight makes you unbelievably horny.

when you add another finger and angle them upwards, the panther’s hips stutter as she wetly gasps around your name. her head lifting as she brings her stagnant hand to curl around your throat, bringing your gaze to hers as she pants against your parted lips.

“that’s it, make me come, baby, please.”

shuri’s pleads are light, breathed softly into the air but still commanding, and it makes your aching pussy clench, how was someone so deadly so soft against you, bathing in the throes of her pleasure so gently. you increase your pace, making sure to graze her soft spot with each deep stroke you give, and then her body is stilling.

her mouth lets out the loudest moan you’ve heard from her, one that contrasts so greatly with the rasp of speech, her voice is deep and heavy as she switches to her native tongue, speaking the words into your mouth, “ndiyaphila, s’thandwa sam’ (i'm coming, my love.).”

her shaking thighs close around your working hand as she shakes through her orgasm and the sight makes you whimper, your hand only stopping when she grunts and tightens her grip on your wrist, sliding your hand out of her pants before clenching her thighs tightly again.

her shut eyes flutter open to gaze intensely at you when you’re being too quiet, her mouth dropping open when she sees you bring your fingers to your lips, sucking them clean gently with a hum before releasing them with a soft pop, startingly when you open your eyes and meet her blazing eyes.

the queen’s eyes close to gather the last strands of her self-control before she breathes out heavily, “fuck, you want to kill me, princess.”

then you’re squealing as she throws herself onto you, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist as she pushes your bodies to lay on her bed, pressing you tightly against her as you giggle, shifting to snuggle against her; not worried about your party clothes, nor about the volume of your laughs – just existing with each other and basking in your shared love.

do i blow you away? do i stimulate your mind? would you taste my love, if i gave you time?

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[pinkwright]

when the angels call i need u wide awake

ellie williams x black female!reader

inspiration | sex, violence, suicide by amaarae.

author's note — okay i rlly cant get this out of my head i needed to write it out but this is probably the filthiest shit i've ever written lol pls ellie just does things to me omfg (i think i'll make an ellie taglist, u can just ask to be on it)

warnings — 18+. mean-ish!ellie (yall know my game), mentions of stitches, injury, slight blood, fingering (r!receiving), pain kink, degradation kink, praise kink but also not rlly, humiliation kink, reader is a srs painslut like, dom!ellie, sub!reader, coming untouched, kinda needy!ellie, blood kink idk, masochist!reader but its like mild i think idfk, sadist!ellie, not rlly specified but i always write w black!female reader in mind so, kinda pervert!ellie i don't fucking know lol.

word count — 1042

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thinking about ellie stitching you up; the girl getting warm from the way you writhe in pain, sinking her teeth harshly into her bottom lip as she watches you with an intense, contemplative gaze. her self-control slipping at the pathetic little whimper you let out at the tug she gives when tying them off, the jolt of pain thrumming as it throbs under your skin. ellie's next movements are hazy like she's stuck in a dream; her actions are fueled by the sick need to see you writhe like that again, so her lips are parting when she gently presses the pad of her thumb into the tender skin surrounding your stitched flesh. the forest green of her eyes almost swallowed by the expansion of her darkening pupils, feeling her cunt clench at the perverse heat that thrums from her clit at the whimper of pain you breathe out, your body squirming away from her. her eyelids flutter, pretty auburn lashes kissing her skin as she inhales a shaky breath, a rush to gather her slipping self-control, the devil on her shoulder coercing her to hurt you more just to bathe in those pretty sounds, those dizzying squirms; taunting her with the images of you trying to get away while your body aches to be nearer. the guilt eating at her belly only adding to the warmth that claws under her skin. when she gazes up into your eyes from her crouched position and sees your fucked out expression, your lips bitten swollen, eyebrows furrowed, she's inhaling sharply, definitely thinking, "i'm fucking going to hell" as she gives in.

then she's everywhere, one strong hand pressing into your raw skin, the other digging into your soaking panties, her face pressed into your neck as she hums, voice soft as she breathes the words out, dragging them across your heated skin, "it's alright, yeaaah, thaat's it, baby. just let me do this." a groan tightly squeezing out of her throat when she feels just how wet you are, your thighs squeezing around her arm and all you're doing, all you can do, is writhe at the overwhelming heat encompassing your body, your skin crawling at how good the act is making you feel. just whimpering in pain and pleasure, as ellie forces those noises she loves right out of you, her breathing heavy as she sinfully regards you, sounding and looking like every one of her sick fantasies, pretty and dreamy, the bane of her insatiable desire.

your lips are parted, body flinching away from the gentle caress of her thumb across your hot, raised skin, your slick drenching ellie's hand, the searing humiliation at the pleasure the act brings you makes you so fucking wet. and ellie's just condescendingly cooing in this mean, mean voice, her lips softly skimming across your neck, "does it hurt, baby?", humming calmly at your whimpered response, "hurts so, so bad, els." your fingers digging into her shoulders, nails quarter to breaking into the skin. her fingers are carving into your walls so deeply, so fucking vicious in her movements and it makes you so fucking dizzy because her voice is so gentle. her thumb caressing so softly against your freshly stitched skin, but the act is dragging pained jolts up your spine, her fingers fucking you like it's her religion, roughly tearing you apart, guiding you to the most violent orgasm of your life in the most sickly-sweet way.

her voice is calmly, sweetly cooing through the hazy fog in ur mind, dragging her lips gently across your cheekbone as she degrades you so meanly; telling u how fucking disgusting you are, how fucking filthy that cunt is, making you listen to how wet you are for her as she uses that tone, the one she uses when she's praising you. her raspy, rough voice, sweet and low, fond in its delivery... and you deny her words frantically, fucking back onto her fingers as you pout, vehemently denying her words as your lashes clutter with tears, your heart racing as the pressure building between your legs coerces out your desperation. ellie tsking as she presses deeper into the taut skin she, so generously, fixed like she's punishing you for your denial, the pain hot and bordering on unbearable, the power trip at your cry and violent jolt away from her causes her eyes to roll back as she calls you her pretty little painslut, her voice keeping that same intonation, laced with an undertone of dripping desperation for you.

her smoldering green eyes pin you in place as she breathes against your lips, smirking as your eyes clench tightly, her words travelling into your parted mouth while her fingers press harshly against that tender spot inside you, her voice dripping with unbridled sweetness as she drags out repeated, "just like that, baby"'s your hips canting up as you uncontrollably fuck back onto her ruthless fingers. your fingernails drag into the tatted skin of her forearm trying to slow her merciless pace, but she doesn't relent, angling her palm to graze your clit just right, and the action makes you shake, thighs trembling as you jolt so hard you push further up into her; her fingers grazing against the taut skin of your knitted flesh forced to shallowly dig into the little gaps between the thread at the violent movement, your blood soaking the tips of her fingers just as you drench her. a heavy agony-laced, pleasure-filled sob wrecks through your throat, the tears spilling down your cheeks and ellie's mind blanks.

you're trembling in the aftershocks, clenching tight everywhere, as your mind surges with just ellie; ellie, ellie, ellie, your pussy feels hollow from the way she positively carved through your walls, the tender muscles clenching tight, pulling her impossibly deep, your juices sliding down her forearm making her tattoo glisten in the low light, ellie letting out the filthiest fucking whimpers at the site, your pussy sucking her back in like it knows her, like it owned her and ellie's hungrily devouring your ruined image, the blood on her fingertips smearing across the skin of your hipbone, your blood, her cunt is relentless in the way it tightly clenches as she follows you, untouched, the devil on her shoulder cackling at the pathetic way her hips thrust into the air, ellie's lungs punching at the perverse release, whining when thinks about how much you've ruined her.

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ஜ .tags { @abenomeiiii }

[pinkwright]

need u on my skin like closure, baby | shuri udaku.

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pairing — college!shuri x college!y/n

trope — exes 2 friends 2 lovers

inspo — anya mmiri by ckay ft. pinkpantheress

warnings — fingering (reader receiving), dom!shuri, humiliation kink, erm dumbification (listen..), possessive!shuri, protective!shuri, shuri is touchy, kissing, overstimulation, its long my bad, reader is easily embarrassed, tensionnn, shuris mean n condescending but so in love, reader is bratty for like two seconds, jealous!shuri, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation but like its like praise coded, praise, reader gets rlly subby (poor baby) but not crazily so like subspace, i think that's it but i honestly don't know.

a/n — i wrote this pretty quickly actually n was initially gonna post for valentines but bc i'm drowning in ideas rn it doesnt rlly matter so, i hope u enjoy it ! girl i won't lie writing this had me a bit breathy LMFAO so if there r any errors that's my bad but u know why. im a miniskirt kinda gal so this is what i imagine reader wearing to the party while this is what i imagine shuri in (4th)— u can obvi imagine what u want.

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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confusion, confusion, it's life, and illusion. you’re with me right now, next thing you're gone. but i need you on my skin closure, like closure, baby.

the music blasts through your ears, the steady vibrations stimulating you sufficiently, working well in keeping you from getting distracted from the current art piece you worked on. the world around you seemed muted as the tones of green, brown, and orange danced across your canvas, the oil paint was firm but still allowed room for error, encouraging it even – your favourite medium for that reason.

a slow succession of knocks sound under the thump of your music, the door to your studio opening and closing with two soft clicks, the person not making themselves known to you. though, a smile creeps on your lips – having recognised the knocking pattern, “by now you should know that creeping up on me after you’ve knocked is futile, right?” your hand reaching towards your stereo to lower the piercing volume.

you place your palette on the covered table to your side, the dirty paintbrush following suit as you stand to turn to face her, your arms lift into a stretch then fall to fix the unruly bun of the lace on your head as you finally set your gaze on her. she’s standing in the doorway, her hands buried in the pockets of her baggy black sweatpants, a matching oversized black hoodie sitting on her torso, the accents of dark purple shifting as she lifts her hands into surrender, and there’s mischief dancing in her eyes.  

“i will never understand how you do that when i quite literally have the stealth of a panther.”

she’s smiling at you as she speaks, her voice is playful and light as you begin to pack up your belongings, “i don’t know, your majesty. maybe, just maybe, the deadly black panther has met her match.” you’re giggling as you say it, unaware of the inner turmoil you’ve thrown shuri in to.

the air quietens down as you raise your eyes to look at her, your sweep of the room to make sure it’s presentable for your arrival tomorrow complete, and you seem to realise what has transpired, what you insinuated. shuri’s gazing at you with a deep but unreadable expression, one that has you averting your eyes over an awkward chuckle as you walk towards her.

“that, she has.” her voice is deep, and serious, as it slithers up your body, wafting with your intake of breath to settle in the depths of your lungs. her words carry a depth you’re familiar with, or at least, were familiar with, one that spoke of her devotion to you, her love and respect for you, her desires and promises to make you, her queen.

you clear your throat before moving around her tall frame to step out of the small, now tense, space. your heart flutters as she quickly reaches out to open the door for you, her cologne permeating your psyche as it washes over you – jasmine and warm musk on top of cedar and bourbon vanilla, all wrapped within the sensual flamboyancy of roses.

you walk to the elevator and step into the space, the music is soothing as you sigh out and drop your head side to side in a stretch, you had been sat unmoving for a long period of time, “i always tell you to take stretching breaks to ease the strain on your body.” shuri’s voice is teasing but you can hear the firmness floating through the crevices of it. your eyes reach to look up at her, your lips parting on a snarky remark, but the ding of a stop on another floor has you pausing; then there are two things happening simultaneously.

firstly, a group of college boys is stepping into the small space and, secondly, shuri’s reaching both her hands to rest firmly on the skin of either of your shoulders, slightly pressing against you to shift your body away from the rowdy boys, guiding you to face slightly away from them, as she steps forward to press against you, giving the one that was nearest to you a curt but taunting smile, as if she’s daring them to touch you.

the action is so swift and so instinctive that it’s over before you even get to blink twice, but it wakes up your aching body, provoking it into calling out for her. you feel its call in the warmth pulsing through you, the sweep of your stomach, and the racing of your heart. her head dips to where her soft curls skim the skin of your collarbone, her nose barely brushing against the arch of your neck, and your head is tilting slightly for her, your body reacts before your mind can process, clearly yearning for her closeness.

“what were you saying, s’thandwa?”

she breathes the words into your skin, her hands squeezing your shoulders before they’re slipping down your arms and coming to rest on the heated skin of your waist, pulling you into her so her chest presses against the length of your back; and you’re embarrassed. you can feel the rapid glances of the others beside you, though their conversation never ceases, and you know that shuri’s doing this on purpose. she knows that no matter how much you deny it, your body vibrates with the idea of her possessing you like this, owning you where there’s nothing to shield the clench of your thighs from prying eyes; she knows you bask in the humiliation of it.

you shake your head to clear your thoughts, “it’s fine, it wasn’t important.” you almost flinch when you hear how breathy your voice sounds, the heat rising to your face but moving to settle in the pit of your stomach. shuri’s chuckle is taunting as she breathes you in, her head dropping slightly and you can feel her lips curling as she skims a phantom kiss on your sweet skin, and you swear when your head clears, you’re going to kill shuri udaku.

the doors ring open to the ground floor and shuri guides your body out, no longer pressed against you as she takes to wrapping her arm around your shoulder and your head finally clears. “you are such a fucking ass, actually,” her boisterous laugh is cutting you off as she turns to look down at you, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“looking out for you is being an ass, my love?” she teases. your eyes roll as you throw her arm off of you, her laugh only intensifying as she brings her hands to clap obnoxiously. the muscles of your heart seize as you regard her, you love her so much, why’d she have to confuse you like this?

“shut the fuck up, i’ll see you tonight.” you try to look annoyed, but a series of giggles are escaping you as you walk away, your apartment only a block away. you’re adjusting the bag on your shoulder when shuri’s voice rings out in agreement, her laugh quelling as she watches you go, a sigh taking its place as the longing grips her once again.

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you roll your lips to spread your lipgloss and reach to put the tube in the black bag you decided to carry tonight, rocking your hips to the beat of baby boy reverbarating through the walls of your apartment as you deem yourself ready. you spin your back to the mirror, your eyes sliding to gaze over your shoulder as you give yourself a once over, the length of your skirt was daring, provocative, just how you liked it.

the knocking at your door has you grabbing your bag and ruffling out your hair, allowing the bangs to frame your face cheekily because you know shuri likes it when you look a little bit of a mess for her, not that you wanted to look good for her or anything along those lines. the door swings open, your previous smile dropping as you lay your eyes on her, sweeping your gaze down her lithe frame as your glossy lips part, she needed you bad; shuri’s doing the same, her tongue coming out to lick her lips as her dark eyes burn into the skin of your legs, she had always been a leg girl.

your eyes snap up at the clearing of her throat, and she’s smirking at you before leaning into your space, her arms wrapping slowly around your waist, pressing you against her firmly as she brings her lips to your ear, “bast, you’re killing me, baby.”

the words end with a grunt as she slips one of her hands down your hips to play with the hem of your skirt, “this fucking skirt, you’re a little slut for attention, hm.” her voice is soft and cooing like she’s praising you, and her fingers grazing the skin of your thigh paired with the tenderness of her tone coaxes you into accepting the praise.

you let out a low whimper, the heat of your core bringing you to clench your thighs slightly, shuri chuckles condescendingly before pulling away, lifting your hand to her lips to graze your knuckles before she’s pulling you away, guiding you to her car. the ride is a short but electrified one, god what kind of exes slash friends were you?

the party is in full blast by the time you two arrive, music blasting through the house and flowing into both the back and front yards, you could feel the vibrations settle in the marrow of your bones as you make your way inside, still being guided by shuri. she moves through the crowd just like a panther; gracefully, instinctively, moving with the aura of the apex predator she was, she greets people as she enters the kitchen, using the grip on your hand to seat you on an empty barstool before she starts to prepare some drinks for you.

you’re joined by some of your friends, and soon you’re laughing, enjoying the party and the sweet drink shuri had prepared for you, before you feel like dancing. you hold one of your friend’s hands as you go to dance, letting go of the overbearing stress you carried, letting the music caress the heat of your skin. you feel her eyes watching you, feel them heavily sliding down the length of your moving body and it exhilarates you. you open your eyes and just as you meet her gaze, a body presses itself against you, much like she had earlier, and her gaze is darkening.

the intensity of it shocks you but lulls the bratty side of you forward, calling you to make her move, make her claim you again. the thought excites you enough to bring your hand to guide the strangers to rest on the material covering your ribs, your lips twitching in amusement when you see her eyes drop to sneer at the touch.

that’s it, come to me. the vixen in you is cunning, luring her lover to her with tactics she knows shuri will concur to, tactics she knows will break the regal patience of the queen.

but shuri simply raises a manicured brow, her lips lifting into a smirk as she sweeps her eyes over your frame and she’s leaning forward against the marble countertops before tilting her head at you. you know that look, and so does your body, seeing as it instinctively clenches with a fire so deep it licks at the jagged edges of your ribs, sinking into the space between your legs.

she barely lifts her hand, her fingers moving to call you to her and you’re moving without thinking, like a prey to its predator, and you’re soothed by a false sense of security when she allows you to place your hand in hers so she can gently pull you towards her and whisper directly into your ear, “i don’t know who made you think you run shit, s’thandwa, but i know you need me to fix that for you, right?”

the shiver that wrecks through your body is instant and you’re nodding before you can comprehend, your breath hitching when you feel her pull you through the crowd, you were in for it. the lock of the bathroom door barely clicks before one of shuri’s hands grabs both of your wrists to press against the wood while the other pushes your hips against the surface.

there’s a pause, “i need to hear you to tell me you want this baby, that you want me.” her voice is strained like she’s holding back.

“please, please, shuri, i need it, need you, always.”

the whine barely escapes you before she’s letting out a tortured groan and pressing against you, her hand sliding down your hip, roughly pushing the hem of your skirt up, and pressing over the front of your damp underwear. your hips stutter as she presses against your clit, your lips parting as you moan out, hearing her groan into the curve of your neck, her lips pressing heated kisses along the length of it, “barely touched you and you’re this wet for me, baby? my pretty pussy’s crying for me, isn’t she?”

her voice is pulling you into the state only she can pull you into, where your mind is only occupied with her, and it’s hard to think, to breathe, to exist beyond her. her fingers trace slow circles over your underwear, your hips swirling to match the movements, and she’s laughing at you. lifting her lips to slide over your cheekbone and press against your temple as she increases the pace of her fingers.

“my desperate fucking girl. you want to come in these pretty lace panties?”

your hips buck wildly as you gasp, your head spinning as you whimper out her name, over and over again, a series of pleads falling from your lips. the way she’s talking to you with that lilt in her voice like you were just a girl to be scolded, a girl to be humiliated until you learned, learned what being hers meant. she’s speaking words to you, wanting you to gaze into those eyes while she touches what’s hers.

you feel the wave cresting, your stomach clenching as you practically squeal out her name, your hips gyrating frantically in time with her hand, your hands are clenching, your arms still held above your head, wanting to grab something to ground you, wanting to touch her to ground you. she coos at you, murmuring about her, “pretty sweet thing coming so good for her.”

your heart rate doesn’t get the chance to slow as you feel her hand slip into your now-soaked, underwear, your hips bucking violently as she grazes her slender fingers across your sensitive clit, and your eyes are widening as you lift your gaze to find hers already on you, “had enough, angel? i don’t think you have.” her voice is taunting, her eyes holding a fire that burns your insides.

your mouth drops open, your gaze unable to move from hers as she slides her fingers to your entrance circling around the opening as she groans deep in her throat, “bast, you were made for me, my love, made to take me?” her finger slips in slightly as she curls her tongue around ‘take’ and you’re chasing her fingers, she’s being so mean.

you tense as she finally slips her finger into the warmth of your walls, a satisfying moan slips from your mouth as she begins to gently thrust in and out of you, her fingers dragging against you, just the way she knows you love. she’s smirking against your cheek as you unabashedly moan out repeatedly, thumb coming to circle your clit as you shut your eyes. the tears are gathering on your lashes as you’re whimpering out.

“there’s my pretty baby’s tears.” her voice is dark, menacingly dragging out the words. “couldn’t have my pretty pussy crying by herself tonight, hm.” the words render you dumb before her fingers glide firmly against that rough patch inside you and you’re clenching so hard that it drags her fingers deeper into you, your legs trembling, your body solely held up by shuri’s hold on your wrists. and you still long enough for her to mutter out a ‘that’s it, angel.’ before you’re exploding again.

the tears are clinging to your lashes as you see flashes of colour behind your eyelids, your breath coming out in pants as you stutter your hips to the soothing slow of shuri’s lithe fingers, she’s using the hand holding your wrist to lower your arms to rest around her shoulders, her arms then coming to the back of your thighs to gently lift you on to the sink.

you feel her lift your chin, her lips approaching yours before she pauses, “you’re mine, right. my precious love, hm?” her voice is raspy. you nod eagerly, tightening your arms around her neck, whining for that kiss. she smirks as she leans in, placing her lips against your own softly but with a little desperation, the slide of your lips is a back-and-forth pull of your love, a love song duet, a devotion of walking into what will be.

the panther’s sly hands skim up your still quivering thighs fiddling with the band of your underwear, pausing, before she’s ripping them off. the gasp you release into her mouth is sharp but as you go to pull away, she doesn’t let you, her mouth slipping against yours felt like an addiction. both her hands slip along your inner thigh making their way to your dripping cunt.

her lips separate from yours when the tips of her fingers graze your folds and you thrash so wildly, she has to reach a hand to your hip to still you, a grunt slipping passed her mouth at the action, you were so sensitive, it made her feral. her eyes lift to your shut ones as she glides her fingers over your clit, your head frantically shaking, “you don’t want more, my love?”

her voice wisps through the clouds in your mind, “c-cant…please” you force out pathetically on a whimper, her fingers circling your clenching entrance, “i know, baby, i know.” she’s speaking gently to you, lovingly, “but you’re mine, yes? mine to love, mine to make come as i please? isn’t that right, honey?” and you’re nodding frantically.

“then i want you to get off on my thigh like the desperate girl you are, sweetheart.”

her voice is the only thing you can fathom, and it has you craving for more, inviting her into you and it almost makes shuri preen – you’re so open to her, settling into her embrace as if you trusted her more than yourself, it makes her soaking pussy clench tight around nothing, in a way only you could make her. her thigh presses between your legs and your muscles tremble around the strong muscle, her hand slips around your throat, squeezing gently as she guides your eyes to hers, and she gazes at you so deeply, it makes you squirm.

shuri’s watching you struggle against her thigh, her lips lifting into a condescending smirk that forces you to shut your eyes and let out a lengthy, needy whine before she uses her free hand to grip your waist and harshly slide you against her.

“dumb baby needs me to do everything for her?”

the moans you’re sobbing out sharply slice through the air, and you feel filthy, crying out for her while she drags you against her thigh like a desperate slut. you’re hiccupping on your tears as she continues to coo at you, walking you to your demise and you can feel it, your heartbeat pulsing through your desperate clenching walls.

her head is nodding along with yours, your eyes unable to separate from hers, and she’s groaning along to your cries, asking if you want it enough if you’re desperate enough for her. she leans in to press a tender peck to your lips that you can’t reciprocate, “that’s it, my angel, give me that come.”

then your body is convulsing so violently, shuri has to press the length of her body against you to prevent you from slipping off of the sink she has you sat on, her head sinking to your neck to shower you in praises and remind you how good you were for her, how much she loves you, how pretty you are when you cry for her. your tears are hot on your cheeks as you soak her thigh, and you’re heaving as your eyelashes cling to one another, the mascara smeared along your waterline - you looked ruined.

shuri regards you with a tenderness that sends you spiralling, she reaches her hand to brush along your wet cheeks before following the trail with her warm lips, exhaling her love into your skin, reminding you how much her heart belonged to you too. her lips meet yours in a soft press and she sighs as she pulls you against her body to ground herself.

she could feel her heart clench with the force of her love for you, she was never going to let you go again.   

how could i forget you? when you build house for my mind? and you no go, go outside and you no go, go. i miss me and you. but all i have is memories of you. but that just wont do tonight.

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[pinkwright]

i just know when you're drunk shuri's the sweetest girlfriend.

she has her arms around your waist as you excitedly ramble, humming along in interest to the words slipping out of your mouth, happy to hear you speak, even when the tales make no sense.

her hands are firm in their grip against your skin, pressing you into her because she knows how sly you are once you've got some liquor in you, n how it makes you prone to slipping away from her because suddenly everything interests you.

she has this fond little amused smile on her face when you get clingy n just start wrapping yourself around her, whining about how inconsiderate she is to keep herself such a wicked distance away from you; her cheeks heating up when you trail on n on about how much she means to you n how pretty she is w/ your dazed teary sparkly eyes on her face, melting at the shy giggles that escape her pretty lips.

she's just so protective in the softest way like you're hyper trying to slip everywhere, see everything n shes just hugging you against her, whispering sweet pet names; my love, baby, angel, princess, to you, accompanying them w/ even sweeter words, kissing your temple, cheekbones, forehead, just anywhere she can reach rlly n muttering to you, "behave for me, s'thandwa sam'."

speaking to you in the most gentle coo, lilted w/ a firmness that betrays her fierce protectiveness over you, pressing the words tenderly into your heated skin as you protest in indignation, too busy letting petulant complaints slip out your mouth that you're missing the hazy smile on her face as she places her chin on the top of your head drowning out your words to find solace in your steady thumping of your heartbeat.

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[pinkwright]

party monster | shuri udaku.

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starboy set : chapter two

pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — party monster by the weeknd

warnings — they platonically kiss yall, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader receiving), possessive!shuri, cocky!shuri, confident!reader, sub!reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, they fuck (its my first time writing that shit pls be niceeee 2 meee), loveee theyre in love, lets pretend wakandas a perfect world n drugging doesnt happen there so it doesnt matter if her drink is left unattended lol, shuri lowks has a claiming kink, crying reader, overstimulation, shuri gets off on the reader being a needy girl, theres a lil surprise in the end hehe, yeah.

a/n — erm erm hope them finally doing the deed suffices, i kept stopping to take breaks omfg like wheres the class ?? anyway hope u like it !!! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo @motheroffae @naomis-daydream @vampzxi @nrc16783 @msplayas @marsolgy @mysticalmarss @playhousedistee @abenomeiiii @ma4erickk @ogbells16 @6-noir @laurensmabel1 @vexoshuri @saintwrld

dedicated to @zayswriting bc she's lowks the reason this set exists <3

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and i've seen her get richer in the pole. i've seen her, i knew she had to know, i've seen her take down that tequila.

you’re passionately singing along to the bass-heavy track, the drink in your hand dangerously close to spilling over, as you hold eye contact with riri, the girl relaying the lyrics to you as you dance with each other. the people around you are joining in, the crowd vibing along with the both of you as you turn to whine on the vivacious girl. she raises her own drink in her hype, spurring you on, and you laugh loudly as your body moves, your voice lost within the song.

the lights flash blindingly, and it makes you dizzy in the most self-gratifying sense, the world feels like it's spinning quicker on its axis and it makes your blood rush; you lived for the thrill. it makes you smile hazily as you shift your gaze to look back at the pretty girl against you, feeling her match the rhythm of your hips with her arms in the air, tight abs on display, as she sings to the crowd, the people shouting back at her; cameras pointed at the both of you from every angle.

you lift yourself upright, turning to face one of your best friends, as the beat slows toward the end of the song and you’re downing the remainder of the sweet cocktail in your grip, when firm hands slide down your waist and your hips to gently adjust the risen hem of the gorgeous pink dress that is sitting pretty on your figure.

bouncy curls kiss the skin of your bare collarbone, the warmth of her figure encasing you when she presses against your back. then she’s sliding her arms to wrap around your shifting waist, slowing you down to match her rhythm, and tightly pressing the palms of her hands against the skin of your stomach. your smile widens, riri flashing you a discrete smirk before her attention is back on the crowd circled around you, the next track being one of her favourites.

the sensual movements between the girl behind you and yourself catch some wandering eyes, the pressure and heat of her were too dizzying for you to direct your attention elsewhere, hence the stray and arguably, heated stares go undetected by you. it makes shuri smirk into your neck, although she never lifts from her intimate position against you, her predator senses were aware of all the eyes on you, taking you in; and she knew they were wishing for a chance miracle with you, one that would never come to pass.

her hands press you tighter against her in a test of control before releasing you to spin your figure around to face her, her gaze dark as she takes you in, before she's leaning back into you to speak over the ear-splitting music. her voice is cocky when it’s entering your ears and settling in your hazy mind, “i know chocolate is your favourite, but i’m hoping you like the presentation too, picky girl.”

when she pulls back to look at you, your face is laced with confusion, your eyebrows scrunching further when she simply laughs before shifting her gaze above your head, and the music is softening as the club starts to countdown. your jaw drops when you turn to follow shuri’s gaze, monet walks through the path the splitting crowd makes, a huge smile on her face as she holds the prettiest cake in her hands.

when she reaches you and places the treat in your hands, the crowd is already loudly singing to you, the smile on your face is blinding and shuri sticks herself behind you, bringing her face to your neck as she murmurs the song in your ear, her warm breath fanning goosebumps across your skin making you giggle. when the song ends, she squeezes your hips, and sweetly whispers to you.

“make a wish, baby.”

the bashful smile on your face is twitching with the way you’re trying to keep it down, your eyes fluttering closed as you silently count your wishes, before excitedly lifting the cake slightly to blow out the sparkling candles and the crowd erupts into cheers that are soon drowned out with the steady rise of the beat of your favourite track.

shuri reaches to take the cake in her hand and grabs a hold of your own as she leads you to the calm of the vip section. riri, and monet follow behind you with drunken smiles, they’re such lightweights, and the thought makes you laugh as you step into the secluded glass room. the friends of your friend group are gathering to greet you one after the other, so it’s a while before shuri can have you to herself, firmly pulling you to sit in her lap in a secluded booth.

the sigh that leaves your lips is happy as you wrap your arms around her neck, her hands settling on your thighs that are comfortably straddling her, and you’re singing along to the mellow afrobeat now playing, your glossy lips sensually wrapping around the low words you sing to her, fighting off a smirk when shuri can't seem to look away from them.

“and i know i’m in trouble, she manipulate my love o, hmm. i no holy,” and the slight movement of your hips is pure instinct, the music tempting you with its beat. when you go to rise off of shuri, to live your youth dancing in the centre of the room with the blinding lights flashing your night away, she doesn't let you get far. her lids are lowered to follow the enticing circle of your hips on her lap, the grip she has on your thighs tightening as she guides you back down onto her.

the sound of protest you let out is met with her amused stare, her fingers stroking your skin as the smirk grows on her face at your impatient squirming. she lifts one of her hands to reach for her glass of gold liquid, taking a sip, and she chuckles when you grab her wrist to guide it towards yourself, your gloss staining the rim as you take a heavy gulp.

“you were just gonna leave without giving me a kiss, pretty girl?” her voice is light and cocky, the glass sounding a soft 'clink' when it’s placed on the table, and her eyes are twinkling in mischief when she squeezes the softness of your thighs in question.

and you make a sound of disbelief, not because she wants a kiss because that was a normal way for the both of you to show each other affection, but because she wanted one on a night where you wanted to get laid under someone else – to bury your feelings for her, the obnoxious voice inside your head sounds before you can offer a rebuttal.

“shuri, stop.” a large smile unconsciously breaking through your irritated façade, “how am i supposed to pull with your lips on me?”

shuri lets out a full-blown laugh at this, her nose scrunching as she drops her forehead to rest on your chest, and, unbeknownst to you, she can hear the beat of your heart start to race at the sound; it makes her own flutter. the sight makes you giggle giddily, your nails lightly scratching the back of her neck, pausing, before pulling gently on the soft curls at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back so you can drop a soft peck on her lips.

when you pull back, your face is warm, still not used to the act, and especially not used to the way her eyes darken as her tongue swipes over her lips, looking like she’s searching for the slightest taste of you; before she can do anything else, you’re swinging off her. you hear her shift to sit up as your legs wobble slightly at your quickness to stand, a noise of alarm deep in her throat that makes you twist on your heels. when you face her, her gaze is on your heels trailing up your legs, and sliding up your body when you start to walk backwards in light, and bouncy movements.

her eyes roll when they see that you’ve swiped her drink, the gaze shifting to meet your smirking mouth as you lift the glass to your lips, teasingly mouthing the lyrics to her before you take a languid sip, dropping her a sultry wink before swiftly turning to join the dancing crowd outside the enclosed space, your hips swinging naturally as shuri shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh, you were such a tease.

“maybe another life you’ll be my wife and we’ll get it right e don cast, last last.”

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shuri’s arm is draped under your ass as she carries you into her apartment, trying to maintain your modesty, and your legs tighten around her when she shifts to remove her shoes, shifting you effortlessly between her arms. your head lazily lies on her shoulder, your lips brushing her neck as you ramble happily to her, thanking her for the surprise, and the gentle shift of your body as her legs carry the both of you to her bedroom soothes you.

she gently lowers you onto her sheets, her lithe figure following to lie atop you and shuri smiles as she lets herself enjoy the feel of you against her, way more than she should. when she goes to pull away to get you clothes to sleep in, your arms and legs tighten around her as you let out a deep sound of indignation, and shuri finds herself fondly rolling her eyes, just as your voice floats through the space, “stop, don’t go, you’re so warm.”

she glides her hands down your waist to tug at the hem of your dress, your lips part silently around a breathy gasp, and her hands don’t even stop there, but instead continue to curl around your thighs, squeezing your flesh before she speaks, her voice full of amusement and bordering on condescending.

“dressing like a slut and wondering why you’re always so fucking cold, come on, baby.”

the words make you whine, your breath catching in your throat as your nails dig into her shoulders, before you're closing your eyes to avoid her intense gaze. your thighs subconsciously squeezing around her hips as you turn your head to look at the mirror that covers the entirety of her wall, built to reflect the magnificent view of wakanda from the opposite side.

your sharply gasp as you catch sight of your intertwined bodies, shuri’s head of curls is buried in your neck, her breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck as her veiny, strong hands ran up and down the length of your exposed legs, and you looked dazed. your pretty baby pink nails soft against the strength that was her neck and shoulders, the pale pink of your heels so dainty against the harsh black of her set, dark pretty brown limbs tangling against each other, and your eyes are fluttering as your thighs visibly clenched at the overwhelming sight.

when one of shuri’s arms lifts to place itself beside your head, lifting herself to hover over your face, your eyes drift back to hers in anticipation, and your mouth is parting when you notice the wicked hunger in her eyes and hear the lust coating her words, the request dripping through your ears like honey, fanning the heat under your skin, “can we kiss, s’thandwa?”

the words are heavier than they should be, loaded with an emotion that blurs the line between platonic and romantic affection but you find yourself nodding anyways, always wanting to please the powerful girl above you, wanting to make her happy. she smirks down at you, her head dipping, pecking the full pout of your lips as her fingers harshly dig into the sheets to control herself when you whine slightly as she pulls away.

“whiny girl.” her words are murmured a hair’s breadth away from your pouting lips, her warm breath fanning across your lips calling forward your need, your aching need for something more from her, anything more. your hands flex in their position on the back of her neck and she takes that as an invitation, a plea, and once again her warm lips gently peck your own, your heavy breath brushing against her when she departs from you, just to repeat her actions over and over again, lingering a second longer against you each time.

you can’t think beyond her; her body, her smell, the softness of her lips as she places them against yours and your heart is aggressively pounding behind your ribs because you two have never done this, crossed the imaginary line you drew between yourselves. and now you can’t seem to get enough, pressing your body up to try and feel her against you, the needy whimper you let out causing shuri to groan.

shuri slides her free hand over your waist until she’s firmly grasping your rib, her thumb sliding over the heated exposed skin and she brushes her lips against yours when she goes to speak, dropping slow, desperate pecks against your lips between her words, “wanna taste you, will open up for me, baby?”

her voice is gravelly and it tightens the knot in your stomach, her words making slick heat pool between your legs as your hips buck against her. your head is falling back causing her lips to brush against your neck, her mouth parting to welcome the skin into the warm cavern, and your pussy pulses at the action, a wet whimper slipping out of your mouth.

“just- just this one time, okay?” your voice is breathy, and bordering on a plea.

the girl above you laughs against the skin of your neck, amused by the lack of weight in your words, and the dark condescending sound makes you lightly scratch your nails down her skin, gasping when she quickly sinks her teeth into you before muttering against the pulse of your heart, “anything you want, s’thandwa.”

then her hand reaches to wrap around your throat, the grip firm as she lifts you back to look at her face above yours, her eyes gazing darkly between yours before she’s dropping the gaze to your mouth, licking her lips and leaning towards you, her breath warm as she breathes your air.

then she’s kissing you, and properly, her warm lips gliding against yours fuelling the fire in your wanting body, the pulsing in your veins synching with the heartbeat between your legs, and you wish she knew how much she made you soak through your underwear. when she tightens her fingers around your throat and licks at the seam of your lips, your mouth is dropping open to whimper, feeling the curl of her smirk as she takes the opportunity you've given her, then she tastes you, her own taste invading your senses.

shuri’s breathes a deep groan in your mouth, her mouth desperate against your own, wanting to breathe you and your pretty lips in. her hand is calculated as it glides across your body, the warmth of her palm seeping through the skin of your thigh, her fingers curling to wrap around the muscle and spread your clenched legs open for her, “closing me out? haven’t even given you my mouth, my love?”

the words are tauntingly whispered into your mouth before she pulls away to let you rapidly gasp to fill your lungs with oxygen, your eyes following the way her figure leans away from you to use both of her hands to firmly spread your legs. her tongue is peaking out at the sight she’s greeted with, and she lets a small groan slip past her swollen lips before she’s on her stomach, her breath fanning over your damp panties.

the heat that strikes up your figure at the sight makes your eyes shut in humiliation, her unadulterated gaze on the cavern between your legs makes you spin, and punches the breath out of you. the warmth leaving her mouth caresses you so good but so teasingly that it coaxes your hips to subconsciously buck up towards her, making her chuckle as she simply watches you seek her out, seek out her touch.

“please, please, shuri.”

the sound is what propels her forward, a grunt leaving her as she lands a heavy open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh before she's doing the same to your pulsating clit, the satin of your panties feeling cold against your heat and the contrast makes you throw your head back. shuri doesn’t pull away before she’s slowly sliding her tongue over your folds, her eyes trailing the curve of your body, your panties stick even more against your sensitive pussy and you're panting. there's a loud whine spilling out of you, and your lips are parting to release your heavy noises as shuri hums against you, her mouth working you like she was starved.

you can’t help but cant your hips against her mouth, your hand coming to wrap into the curls of her head as she lets you work yourself against her face. you chance a glance at her and your pussy clenches violently at the sight, the blood in your veins pumping loudly in your ears when you meet her dark eyes, she heatedly watched you as she held your trembling legs apart. the domineering look in her eyes let you know that even if you were taking your pleasure, it was only because she allowed you to, allowed you to use her to get off, and the thought makes you throw your head back again, your chest heaving as you babble incoherently.

“i’m so close, so, so close, please, please, let me come.”

your breath is catching, and your hips are stuttering messily, the chase to your release overwhelming you, and pulling you further into the pleasure that clouds your mind. shuri swiftly pulls your ruined panties to the side, her long fingers sliding into your clenching pussy to stroke your soft upper walls before she wraps her lips around your bud, sucking gently and murmuring against you, “let me taste it, pretty girl.”

you’re shouting out as you explode, your legs shaking as they forcefully shut around her, the movement of your hips stuck between wanting more and running away from her due to the intense pleasure. your eyes are shut when you ride your high, the pretty girl between your legs pressing gentle but firm kisses against your quivering cunt humming when she lifts back to your face.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

shuri’s voice is cooing, slipping into the depths of your mind to lull you further into comfort, she’s kissing you and you taste yourself on her, the mix was so dirty that it made you squirm. the panther’s hands slide up your still trembling thighs, cupping behind your knees to lift your legs up to spread them open, so erotically, that you couldn’t hide anything.

she kneels between your legs and your eyes fall to her hand, slickly sliding lube up the intimidating strap between her legs, your mind whirls thinking of when she even managed to retrieve it, your legs go to clench as you whine, she was going to fuck you.

the thought makes your mind blurry, and you feel your chest caving in on itself as you fist her sheets, and you faintly hear her chuckle before she’s humming and leaning back over your quivering frame, her hand re-situating itself on your leg, prying the clenched muscles apart. when she presses her hips towards you, you’re feeling her, the teasing press of her strap makes you whimper in sensitivity, and the girl above you releases a heavy sigh before dropping her head into your neck. she’s skimming her lips over your skin as she squeezes your thigh, lifting the trembling limb to curl around her hips and your hips buck up against her, a desperate moan leaving your lips when her tip barely just slips into your soaking entrance.

“bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this.”

her voice is deep and trails off into an almost whiny moan, the sound makes you bring your hands to her shoulders trailing across the dip of her neck and down her chest to ground yourself, she sounded so desperate it coaxed your cunt to cry some more for her. then your fingers are curling into the soft material of her shirt before the buttons are popping into the room, clinking against the vibranium walls in your haste.

the breathy gasp that flows out of shuri brings a temporary satisfactory smirk to your lips that is swiftly wiped away with the sharp stutter of her hips, and then she’s inside you, your pussy wrapping around her in an invitation as she groans out your name, her blunt nails digging into your skin when you almost painfully cry out, the tenderness of your walls laving out copius amounts of slick like she wanted to be good for shuri, for her lover.

shuri snaps her hips against you as she grunts, carving her place in your walls, making the panther's mark in her pussy, and she's cooing at your writhing form, the stars dancing behind your eyes blind you until there's nothing but her. you can't hold back your noise, and shuri's purring, the filth pouring out your throat settling in the nest of her core and she moans as her cunt clenches in an invite.

your nails scratch over her back when she pulls away from your neck to harshly press her lips against your parted ones. you’re moaning into her mouth, trying to reciprocate her dirty kisses but you can’t think, can’t think with anything other than the desperate ache between your legs, her hips are unrelenting against yours, her strap dragging against the tightening muscles of your weeping cunt.

“kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

her words are taunting accompanied by a hard and deep snap of her sinful hips, her blunt nails scraping down your raised leg to grab the flesh of your ass, her fingers digging into the softness as she hums into your parted lips, a smirk twitching across her red, enticing lips and she swipes her tongue across your swollen bottom lip, commiting your taste to memory.

the words jumble in your head, unable to formulate a response with her hands all over your trembling body, you clench your eyes shut, and your hips stutter, shuri knows you’re about to come and it makes her increase her pace wanting to see such a desirable woman, her desirable woman fall apart on her cock.

when you moan incoherently into her mouth, your thighs clenching tight around her, she shushes you, assuring you that its okay, that she knows how much her poor baby is aching, cooing about how nothing could make her stop, nothing could make her miss the absolute filth her pretty girl became when she was coming like a fucking slut. her head dipping down to press the words into the bruising skin of your neck, your head falling back in a high-pitched, dirty cry, that has shuri sinking her teeth into you as you still under her, then you’re releasing like you never have before.

“i know, baby, i know, just let it out for me, s’thandwa, it’s okay.”

shuri groans as your nails dig harshly into her shoulders, your chest heaving as you moan like you’re crying and it makes shuri dizzy, getting such a free-spirited, confident, and pretty girl like you crying underneath her, she had to have you. she strokes your skin, leaving gentle kisses along your heated skin, “you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

your pussy is still spasming, your hips occasionally stuttering against her strap, that’s still in you, and you can’t hear beyond shuri and the blood rushing through your veins, so when you feel her shift her hips, her fingers tightening around your leg when you whine and move to pull away, the words thoughtlessly spill out from you.

“c-cant, i can’t.”

“yes, you can, you can, baby.”

her eyes are on yours, her lips cooing the words to you as she coaxes your head to nod along with hers, her hips gently sliding through you as you whimper shamelessly. when she starts to pick up her pace your whimpers turn into heavy and loud moans, that she mirrors, your gazes never leaving one another as your sounds synch. your hips are running away from the intensity, shuri gripping them to pull you back onto her, muttering about how much you mean to her, to the quelling ache that purrs from within her.

“fuck, you take it so well, my love.” her hand tightens around you, bruisingly pulling you back over her strap when you get too far, “you’re mine, baby, is that clear?”

her voice is dark, tainted with regal truth as she increases her pace, her breathing losing a little bit of its control as her cunt pulses at the way she’s owning you, claiming the love of her life. your eyes shut as tears stream down your cheeks, and all you can do is take it, welcome her into you over and over, the overstimulation planting clouds in your head, her lips laying gentle pecks across your wet cheeks as she murmurs like she wants the words to brand you.

“you can have your fun, s’thandwa, but make sure this pretty little head understands where your eternal devotion lies because i’m not letting you go, baby.”

a sob rings out from your mouth, your walls clenching around her so hard, it makes her lose her tempo, a sharp groan pushing through her throat, and her gasps are breathy and soft as she sinks her teeth into your lip, the flesh bruising and swollen from all the attention.

“please shuri, tell me to come please, need you to tell me.”

the words are pathetic and shuri knows it too, her pussy knows it better seeing how her hips stutter as she clenches, her own release so close, and so she slows her thrusts to draw it out wanting you to feel her phantom touch when those lil’ boys you entertain come to you, she wanted to carve a home within your warm walls, the same way you did to her aching buried heart.

“look at me when you come for me, baby. show me just how much you love me.”

the muscles of your body shake violently, the sobs escaping your parted mouth are wet and loud, propelling shuri’s own orgasm forward, her pussy clenching at the harmony of absolute filth that spills from your throat. her hands slide under your arched back, lifting your chest up to press her pretty tits against yours, the cool bars grounding you as they press into your heated skin, her hips riding through both of your highs.

your arms wrap around her neck to pull her down against you, a giggle leaving her lips as the strap shifts inside you provoking a groan from you, she places her head into your neck as you hum in exhaustion, your mind still hazy as you roll your lips. your hands are in her head of curls, the air so warm and inviting that the words you say are pure instinct, your lashes fluttering, comfortable as can be when you yawn out the silly words.

“guess that means i don’t have to wait for another life for you to be my wife.”

say you're mine, i'm yours for the night i'm the realest, she said i'm the realest head be genius, dick game be the meanest.

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[pinkwright]

love all the attention, baby | shuri udaku.

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pairing — college!shuri x college!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — attention by the weeknd

warnings — cunnilingus n fingering (shuri receiving), they r kinda just in love, shuri is a dom top but she gets kinda subby pliant (?) in this idfk how to describe it tbh, reader is mouthy, confessions but fluffy vers., reader thinks shuri is the prettiest ever (projection), kissing, shuri’s that friend that oozes non-sexual dominance i don’t make the rules, riri is mentioned for like two seconds, take a shot every time you read the word pretty, mentions of being a pillow princess, this shuri made me so weak i will not lie to you, mentions of overstimulation, its kinda long, reader is left high n dry bc this is about my wife.

a/n — this took me unnecessarily long my bad but it’s here now lol (thank god for abel), and its also way longer than i anticipated, i hope u enjoy it ! p.s i changed the trope a little bit bc @thevenusianleo already wrote a brilliant piece on the prev one!

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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when a touch's not enough you want more than a fuck, thinking twice i'm the one but you just need to trust.

shuri’s hand slides down your waist trailing against the skin of the back of your thigh to the hem of your miniskirt, and she gently shifts the edge slightly down the length of your legs, adjusting it to rest where it’s designed to sit. you blink behind your cocktail and her hand is already back on your waist, her eyes are squinted as she laughs at something riri said and tips the amber liquid-filled glass down her throat.

your body tingles and you cuss at how sensitive your senses are when it comes to your best friend. they were vehement on orchestrating your demise. your eyes flicker to shuri; trailing from her sharp jaw, along the length of her pretty neck, and coming to rest on the collarbones peeking out of the neckline of her shirt. the silk of her shirt appears softer against her angular build, and you know you’re staring when a throat is subtly, but pointedly cleared and your head is snapping forward, “so, y/n, you down?”

riri’s voice is knowing, her eyes gazing at you teasingly as she adds, “we’re gonna play never have i ever, i bet shuri’s down if you are.” you chuckle in embarrassment, knowing that she knew you had heard none of what was said, “well, i was actually thinking of heading home. my social battery is at its last straw.” you move to hug her goodbye, chuckling, knowing that despite her complaints, the girl understands. when you turn to shuri, ready to bid her farewell as well, she’s grabbing her coat off of the barstool next to her.

“come. i’ll drive you.” she says. her hand coming to rest on the small of your back after she hugs riri goodbye too, the small scientist raising a brow at you. you roll your eyes as shuri guides you out of the party, riri’s cackle becoming background noise as you bid your farewells to people on your walk out.

shuri opens the passenger door for you and waits until you’re seated to lean over you, her warmth seeping into your skin from the proximity, feeling her breath on your neck as she reaches to buckle your seatbelt. the moment is gone as quick as it comes, if acts like this weren’t so common in your friendship, you would be convinced they were just figments of your imagination conjured by your desire for her.

the stereo plays softly as she drives towards her studio apartment, the trip is short and soon you’re jumping out of the car and shivering from the chill of the night. shuri’s lacing her fingers through yours and pulling you through the elevator, holding you close as the doors open to her floor. she glides through her door and heads to the kitchen, dropping your hand to make the both of you a cup of tea and you make your way to her living room, playing the first vinyl you see — it was a playlist that you had made of songs that reminded you of her.

⤠ 

“what?” you splutter. hold on by the internet, softly ringing through your ears as your gaze lifts to her dark amused eyes, shuri's lips lift into a smirk and her gaze is melting through your skin. her body is relaxed against the velvet loveseat, and her head is turned towards you, her arm lazily hanging off the backrest of the seat as a soft orange glow adds to the comfortable atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"i said, 'never have i ever got off to the idea or the act of giving someone else pleasure'."

your empty cups are forgotten on the stone table, you and shuri decided to play the game you opted out of at the party, minus the alcohol, simply longing to spend more time together. you let your tongue swipe across your lips as you open your mouth to respond, "yea, sometimes i guess, i-um i like seeing how girls get when they cum from being ate out or fingered or something... its so mesmerising..." your voice trails off, breathily. "oh my god, this is so humiliating." you whine, as you refuse to look at her.

you wholefully, severely understated just how much you like that idea, how much it gets you going, the tingles dancing between your legs, at the mere mention of the hedonistic act, laugh at the white lie.

shuri's quiet as she mulls over your words, they affect her a little too strongly for her liking; now all she can manage to conjure in her mind is you between a pretty girl's legs, gazing up at them with those magical eyes, pleading for them to come for you. shuri can feel a vicious pulse of heat course through her body when that image transforms into you between her thighs, making her come, and her teeth are digging into the pillow of her bottom lip.

only bast knows she misses the pleasure of a gentle mouth on her, but the idea of it being your mouth on her, has made her insatiable. shuri's quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she hears the timid call of her name from you, her gaze never wavered from you even when she didn't respond to your attempts to shift the conversation, so when her lips part to speak, you're holding your breath.

"so you're a pillow princess who also gets off on giving?" her lips curve into that stupid smirk and you want to smack it right off her face. your eyebrows shoot up, the heat burning against the skin of your cheeks as protests fall from your mouth, "i am not a fucking pillow princess!" your shriek of disbelief only falling on deaf ears as shuri's cackles just rise in volume. god, you love her.

"pillow princesses are cute, angel. i'm always with them for a reason, its pleasurable to give. i mean its also nice to receive but that's not common, so." she's laughing, not even aware at what she revealed, and the selfish side of you jumps at the opening.

"i can show you that i'm not like the pillow princesses you've been with!" you blurt out.

instantaneous regret curls around your throat at shuri's sharp intake of breath, and you're willing yourself to retract the words that now hang heavily in the quiet room. shuris eyes snap to yours just as your gaze drops to the couch, the velvet suddenly immensely intriguing. her tattooed hand glides into your plane of sight before placing itself on your chin to bring your gaze back to her.

"eyes always on me, remember," she speaks sternly. "you wanna show me, hm?" you slowly nod at her prompt feeling like you were in a trance, "then show me, show me how giving you are, princess."

your jaw drops as you blink up at her, mind racing at the prospect and your energy is shifting so drastically and so quickly that it gives the panther whiplash. you hum out in satisfaction, your gaze seductive and confident but still carrying a smudge of hesitance.

you slid your hand gently up her thigh, your movements steady, even as she gazed at you with those dark eyes. you're smirking lightly as you move to spread her legs, your warm lips timidly meeting her warm neck, parting to taste her skin and you murmur, "i think i wanna hear you ask for it rather... ask for my lips on you, shuri." your words slide against the skin of her jaw, her hands gripping the couch as her head tilts back on to the velvet backrest.

her eyes are shut as she contemplates your request, your lips heating a fire under her skin, pulling her into the warmth of you — a loving embrace she never thought she would experience again. your hand traces over the dip of her waist, squeezing it to feel her jolt against you before slipping down to the band of her black sweatpants. you slide your fingers in, feeling the band of her boxers, and trace your fingers along it, her head lulls to the side to look at you and you use the moment to shift your face closer to hers.

you yearn to hear her talk to you, hear the gasp in her voice as the desperation claws at her being — you crave her.

her hands twitch at her sides, as you skim your lips over hers, a teasing breath away, too far away; and for the first time, shuri feels like whining, begging into the depths of your mouth for anything you’re willing to give her.

"please, s'thandwa… please put your lips on me." 

she's gasping, her hips twitching up like she could just fuck up into you, wondering if you would let her, invite her into you. before her mind can guide her too far, she feels your lips move into a smile against hers, and you're tauntingly whispering, "mm good fucking girl." pulling away with a satisfied smirk, not too far, but enough to deprive her of the feel of your glossy lips slipping against hers.

and its then that shuri knows you'll be the fucking death of her.

your body fully turns towards her, and your soft hands slide straight into her boxers, impatiently pressing against the heat of her pussy. you roll your lips as you feel just how wet she was, your own warmth clenching at the thought of someone so powerful, so regal, becoming so worked up at your own hands, at the mere thought of being at your mercy. 

shuri lets out the sweetest sigh, her toned stomach clenching as she holds eye contact with you, those pretty eyes. the heat in you grows as you move your deft fingers to slide over her clit, her mouth parting as she spreads her long, gorgeous legs further apart and you ease your own leg, the one furthest from her, to rest over her trembling limb. the entirety of the front of your body is pressed against the length of her side when her tongue comes out to lick her lips and you’re lifting your unused hand to wrap around her neck to keep her eyes on yours, her eyebrows furrowing as you circle her clit in firm circles, eager to make her feel good. 

"you look so pretty like this, baby. always so selfless, hm? you just needed someone to take care of this pretty pussy, right, give her some attention?"

you embarrassingly feel the blood rise to your cheeks as shuri's mouth drops open in shock, her hips stuttering as she sharply gasps around your name. her slender fingers are reaching to place her own hand over your working one just as her legs go to shut. her eyes flutter, her teeth grazing over the pillow of her lips as she forcibly stills her stuttering hips, the heat of her thighs warms your hands between them, and the feeling is so dizzying; there’s a breath... then, her pussy's grinding, uncontrolled, against both of your fingers — once, twice before her forehead is in contact with your own and a series of whimpers escape her lips.

"fuck, fuck, please, baby, please."

the clench of your thighs is instinctive, the blood is rushing through your ears and all you can think and breathe is shuri, shuri, shuri. her hand is against yours, fingers laced over yours as she guides you to glide through the heat of her folds, moving in tandem, working unanimously to tear her apart. she’s turning to gasp in your mouth, panting softly as she murmurs her words into the heat of your mouth, "just like that, y/n. mhm, making me feel so fucking good, angel."

and then you just can't handle not having your mouth on her, not being able to taste her for any longer. you’re vibrating with the idea of finally having her, pleasing her, being so good for her. immediately, you find yourself moving to fall to your knees in front of her body, your hands reaching for the band of her sweats to pull them off along with her boxers.

"y/n," she says breathlessly, her eyes gazing into yours from above and her clean hand is moving to cup your cheek, her thumb grazing against the underside of your eye, "are you gonna make me come? wanna paint my pretty girl lips, yeah?" her hips shift forward, almost presenting her soaked heat to you. and you’re reminded exactly who you’re dealing with, the sheer confidence slipping through the cracks of her pleasure coercing the serving side of you. 

slowly shifting the palms of your heated hands down her thighs, your eyes held by hers, taunting you; before her legs spread the slightest bit more, inviting you into her. your legs are permanently clenched as you finally allow your gaze to drop to the apex of those gorgeous legs and your breath is catching before you whimper. god, she was pretty everywhere. 

you shift closer on your knees, licking your lips before glancing up at shuri, she tilts her head in a challenge and you bring your lips to her pulsing clit, giving her a soft open-mouthed kiss. her legs relax for a split second, a soft exhale traveling through your ears, before she’s tensing up again as you lull your tongue out to swipe through the length of her — she was so warm, so sweet, she was everything you ever wanted.

your tongue slides across her clit, applying a delicious pressure that has the girl’s chest heavily rising and falling, over and over again, and shuri's throbbing. her thighs are tensing up around your head and her stomach's flexing as she breathily sighs into the serene but heated air of her apartment, she sounds so soft, so breathless but so dangerous, like the whisper of a pretty succubus, ready to sing you into the darkness, lure you into breathing your life into her.

you whine against the warmth of her, looking up into her eyes as she stares down at you, "mm good girl, want you to look into my eyes while you’re making me feel so good, nkosazana." she sounds out the words on a whimper, her eyes fluttering as her hand comes to gently grip your locs. 

you bring your hand up to trace the ring of her entrance before gently pushing into her, and her body is so welcoming, allowing you to carve your way through her walls like she was made for you. when your fingers gently swipe against the tender patch inside her, her hips buck and she sharply wails, sounding so pretty and wrecked for you and her thighs rise to close you into her, never wanting you to depart from her.

"yes, yes, take me there, baby, please, please."

her moans are bordering on a sob as she presses your lips closer to her, guiding you against her, her body tensing as she twitches, her being at your mercy. her hips are riding into the heat of your mouth and shuri can’t think, can’t fathom anything outside the heat of your mouth, the clenching of her tightening heat around your fingers, and god, it’s like you belong in her; she wants to love you till the end of time.

you separate your glistening lips from her clit but speed up the steady movement of your fingers, "please come for me, i want you to come for your good girl, shuri. please, ndiphilele 'mkanikazi wam' (come for me, my queen)." you whimper out, your legs shaking from how hard you’re squeezing them together, you’re so embarrassingly wet, the heat is swirling in the pit of your stomach.

a quick, deep stroke against your spot and a flattening of your tongue over her clit, and shuri’s falling apart for you. her body is trembling as she sobs out your name, her hips frantically working against your face as she arches her back, her throat expanding prettily as if she’s basking in the attention. you work her through it, your mind blanking at the rhythmic clenches of her warm pussy around your fingers, calling you to her. and you’re almost tempted to continue even after she comes down, tempted to see her writhe around you as she tries to move away from you but, simultaneously can’t help the way her hips gyrate against you for one more. 

shuri’s breathing heavily when you pull your fingers out of her snug cavern, and bring your gaze to hers, finding it heavily seated on you. she reaches her hand out to grab your wrist and gently pulls you to your feet, guiding you to straddle her, keeping her eyes on you as she brings your fingers to her mouth, cleaning them off with a sigh. the racing of your heart stammers, before your lips part on a soft inhale of breath; she wants to kill you.

you’re starstruck, feeling your panties stick to your pulsating cunt, when her hand wraps around your throat to pull you towards her face, "bast, baby. made me come so fucking good for you." her lips tenderly skim across your cheekbone as your lashes flutter, "ndiyak'thanda (i love you), baby, so fucking much. let me love you more than just a friend, hm?"

"show me how to love, its been so long." you whisper moving your lips to where theyre hovering over hers, "but i know that you’re the one." 

a pause.

then you're floating. shuri’s lips against yours are soft, moving with an urgency that can only be described as desperation, raw need for you, for this, for the blooming of this relationship. your lips part and your heart clenches with a surge of love so deep it hurts. the atmosphere is heavy with emotion, the exchange of breath, and the giggles shared with the love of your life.

now you’ll never get enough.

you’re only looking for attention, you only notice it because i'm never around, the only problem is that you'll never get enough.

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[pinkwright]

everybody knows that i want ur love | shuri udaku.

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pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — oh my love by fka twigs

warnings — fingering, spanking (reader receiving), slight choking, shuri's hands, possessive!shuri, panther!shuri, bratty reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, shuri's a little mean, petty!reader, sub!reader, dacryphilia, dirty talk, possession kink (?) idfk, humiliation kink, slighttt voyeurism, needy!reader, jealous!shuri, i feel like this friendship group lowks gives poly vibes but truly reader just loves her friends n they love her okayyy.

request by @vai27 {can i please request a dom!shuri fic, smut a friend to lover with shuri and reader where they’re super attracted to each other and always flirting but never act on the sexual tension. until one day shuri is upset about something and she warns the reader to behave and the reader teases her by asking what “are you going to do about it, spank me?” and shuri actually does, lots of smut maybe even some chocking}

a/n — hope u enjoy ! <3 i didn't write this yall, i'm classy.

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo

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i could be with anyone, i’m fussy like pussy cat. you’re the only one i want. give love and then you take it back, won’t the kisses all be fun?

the smooth hazelnut drink glides out of your cup, and you let out a satisfied hum at the sweet taste, your lashes fluttering before you sweep your eyes over the bustling coffee shop. her powerful aura makes it hard to miss her, a light smile dancing on her lips as you make your way towards her, and she stands from the booth to greet you.

she reaches for your coffee and your bagged muffin setting the two on the table behind her before she’s settling her arms around your waist, sliding them across your skin to firmly place her hands onto your lower back, pressing you against her. she hums as her lips ghost over your cheekbones then down your neck as she breathes you in.

“late as always, s’thandwa.”

the words are murmured into your skin, her voice cheeky and low as she barely pulls away, her hands dragging up the skin of your waist until they’re sliding along your arms to grab your hands, which she lifts to her face, her dark eyes intently holding yours as she brushes her pillowy lips across your knuckles, and there’s a smirk threatening to break across her face when the action makes your mouth part.

“you smell divine.”

then she’s stepping back, pulling your joined hands from her face as she guides you into the booth where she was sitting, urging you to sit by the window, and then she sits right next to you, her arm placing itself over your shoulder, her hand fiddling with your soft locs. you blink, turning your head to look at her from under her arm, and her eyes are already on you causing a bashful smile to adorn your lips as you part your mouth to thank her.

“five minutes and thirty seconds, that’s a new low, y/n.”

your head snaps across the table, your gaze catching riri’s before sliding beside her to catch monet’s, their eyes are twinkling in mischief and you slightly pull away from shuri, ignoring her groan of protest as the heat crawls up your cheeks. you roll your eyes at the two girls before you’re biting out, “i was literally about to greet you, impatient ass niggas.”

your voice is light and teasing, knowing that your sight was tunnel-visioned on shuri from the moment you spotted her, the two girls let out noises of indignation and the smile grows on your face at being in the presence of the people you love. the conversation is flowing nicely, filled with laughter, and flying topics, shuri’s head drops to your neck as she moves her arm from around your shoulders to wrap around your waist, pulling you so close to her that you are almost in her lap.

the two girls are unphased, having witnessed the plausible sexual tension between both of their friends an infinite number of times, and you feel yourself melting into shuri’s firm grip. the warmth from her hands is seeping into your skin as she draws circles on your exposed waist, and a light laugh leaves your lips, fluttering along monet’s disbelieving cackle as you set down your empty coffee cup.

you lift your gaze to hers, smirking, before smoothing your hands over your skirt, seeing shuri reach for your unopened muffin from the corner of your eye, before monet speaks between her giggles, “he said that to you? he couldn’t have been serious.”

you laugh again before deadpanning at the girl, “the audacity of men is always that serious, mo.”

shuri snorts beside you, breaking off a piece of the warm baked good and popping it in her mouth, your eyes fixed on the clench of her jaw as she chews, feeling the heat lick at your skin as you stare.

“uyaphambana [he's audacious]. he should’ve known not to try anything with you.”

you raise your eyebrow at her, the heat between your legs burning at the dark and cocky tone coating the arguably possessive words, “what do you even mean by that?”

when shuri’s gaze slowly cuts to yours, she’s lifting a piece of the chocolate treat to your lips, your mouth dropping open on its own, and her fingers brush against your lips when she deposits the treat into your awaiting mouth. her eyes are intense, and her grip tightens on your waist as she watches you chew slowly.

there’s ringing in your ears and the only thing on your mind is shuri; how her dark eyes take in your face, how her hand is firmly kneading your skin, her long fingers digging into your softness as she mumbles the words to you.

“swallow for me, baby.”

you do as you’re told, her free hand coming to rest on your thigh before it slides up and down the skin there, lightly tapping your knee to urge you to unclench your legs, her long fingers falling between your legs and settling high there. when someone clears their throat aggressively, you’re flinching in humiliation, turning to see riri and monet looking visibly irritated.

“might as well fuck in front of us too.” riri mumbles under her breath, sending you into a coughing spree as your breath catches at her words.

shuri squeezes you, her hand lifting to rub your back as she chuckles, quickly retorting about how the two girls would ‘enjoy the show too much’. and monet quickly teases back, murmuring in agreement, slyly commenting about how ‘hot you and y/n look together already’, gasping theatrically about how she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

you splutter in utter embarrassment, your cheeks hot as all three of them laugh at you, they loved to see you get embarrassed because it was so easy to get you there. your eyes roll as a smile teases your lips, threatening to break your annoyed façade, before you clear your throat, “shut the fuck up, are we still on for tonight?”

they let out hums of agreement as you check your phone, 17:53, and you’re picking up your trash as you hug everyone goodbye letting them know that you’re going to get ready.

shuri follows you out but when she makes a move to walk you home, you protest heavily, your hand lifting to lightly push against her stomach, the tense of her abs makes you pause before you look up at her.

“stop, babe. in case you forgot, your apartment is that way and i am fully capable of getting back on my own.”

she hesitates before reluctantly agreeing, you laugh and spin to walk away, feeling her eyes follow your figure as you walk. when your door shuts behind you and you catch the giddy smile on your face in the mirror, one you must’ve showcased the entire walk back, it’s like a slap in the face.

you and shuri dance around each other like potential lovers but you know that would never happen, you wish you could chop it up to your own insecurities but truly it was because shuri never fails to draw a line between the two of you when things get too risky, too intimate.

honestly, it was tiring and a little hurtful, the push and pull between you, especially given how much you loved her – you wanted her so badly, absolutely ached to have her as your girlfriend and everyone seemed to know but her.

you sigh out loud, frustrated, you drop your tense shoulders and make your way to your wardrobe; you were going to dress absolutely wicked, get absolutely wasted, and possibly, but very unlikely, end up under someone tonight and completely forget about shuri udaku.

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the sweat was shining on your body, your skin glittering under the lights as you danced with monet and the feeling is freeing, the music flowing through you like it was a part of you, guiding you in the crowd but you’re in your own world, unaware of the number of eyes on you.

the figure that steps behind you is ignored by you too, their body shifting to match the rhythm of your already moving waist, and unbeknownst to you, riri, sitting next to shuri at the bar, spares the wakandan queen a nervous glance. even she knew that your actions were intentional, aiming to provoke shuri, somehow. she didn't know whether to commend you for your bravery or cuss you (and shuri) out for the obtuse display of stupidity.

shuri feels like she’s in a trance as her gaze sweeps over your moving figure, the smile on your lips so fucking devastating that it makes her mind viciously buzz with static, her eyes darkening as they settle on the material on your hips steadily rising with your every movement.

and she can feel the panther inside her simmering under her skin, she was livid. she downs her whiskey before setting it roughly on the kitchen counter forcing herself to calm down, you weren’t hers.

but seeing you so familiar with some stranger when you had hardly even acknowledged her tonight made her feel wrong as if something was missing, it had her feeling on edge in a way she hasn’t in a very long time. she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been silently seething until she’s hearing you, hearing your pretty voice travel through her, gliding into her senses accompanied by your sweet scent.

“why are you just sitting here, ri? it’s not like we’re at a party or anything.”

you grab riri’s hands, moving to stand in front of the small girl who rolls her eyes at your sarcasm before snarkily responding, and it makes you snort. monet moves to sit in the seat next to riri, opposite to the side shuri sat on, dropping her head to rest in the ri's neck. you fiddle with the girl’s rings nervously, actively trying to ignore the certain presence near you.

but when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, you stiffen slightly, having been overtly aware of her attention on you since you had walked over to the pair, quickly forcing yourself to resist acknowledging her – despite her burning, and alluring gaze being fixed on you the entirety of the night.

riri and monet are staring at you amusingly, your actions were obvious to them, and it made you glare at them before clearing your throat, subtly stepping away from riri’s seated figure to try to slide yourself between her and monet, further away from shuri.

and that made the panther snap.

before you can blink, shuri is standing, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she tugs you against her frame, your breath stutters as she stands with your back pressed against her chest and slides her hands to wrap around your body.

her hand interlaces over yours, coming to rest over your stomach while the other is placing itself on the dip of your hip, her thumb pressing into the flesh of your upper ass, and she’s leaning her head down to your ear, her breath making you shiver.

“walk.”

the command is accompanied by a firm press of her hand, one that makes your thighs clench tightly, and one that wasn’t needed because your body is moving before she can even exhale. the crowd gently parts for the both of you, everyone seems to sense the tension rolling off the dangerously powerful woman behind you, sparing a nosy glance before going back to enjoying their night out.

once shuri’s got you in a seemingly abandoned hallway in the furthest corner of the huge house the party was being hosted in, she’s swiftly pressing you into the wall, her hands on either side of your head as she leans down to glare into your eyes, your figure shrinking at the intensity in them.

“you’re pissing me off, baby.”

her voice is even, and low, so low, it makes you wonder what she’d sound like getting lost in devouring you, and god, she sounded so hot, the heat in your stomach flickering wildly. the music sounded far away, and it makes you realise just how far off from the centre of the party you both were, and that makes you clench in anticipation.

your mouth parts at her words, your eyes narrowing in disbelief, you were pissing her off? you can feel a different heat lick at your throat, one of impulse, of defiance. and shuri sees it coming before it happens, your chin raising ever so slightly as your eyebrow lifts in a challenge, but she’s too shocked to intercept you, “i do what i want, panther.”

the words were spat from your mouth carrying a heavy sneer and the use of her title provokes shuri. a heavy heat spiking under her skin and she can feel herself vibrating with the need to claim you, fuck you into knowing exactly what she was to you, what you were to her, to them.

she wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to provoke a sharp gasp out of you, tilting your jaw as she pulls your face so close to her own that you can feel her heavy breaths on your lips, feel the tremble in her body as she practices self-control, “you better fucking behave, y/n.”

her tone rings warning bells in your head but you want her to break the line, to unapologetically snap herself into ravaging you, so your voice is teasing when you speak, “or else what? what are you going to do if i don’t? spank me?”

suddenly, you’re facing the wall, shuri’s manhandling you like she owned you, her chest roughly pressing against your back before her hand is rearing back and slapping the skin of your ass, and the loud moan you let out is of shock, your pussy clenching at the impact. there's silence as she pauses, your breathing heavy and you're so wet.

her hand is simply rubbing over the muscle, but when you slightly arch, presenting yourself to her. she’s letting out a strained grunt, before repeating her previous actions, once then twice, and on the third, you let out a desperate whimper trying to push back into her hits, her hands on you feeling like the redemption you didn't know you needed, but she’s pinning you to the wall with her other hand.

“be fucking good.”

her voice is rough, and gravelly as she continues spanking you, her big hands soothing the skin after every hit despite her harsh tone. you’re a whimpering, desperate mess and it makes shuri ache, you were everything she needed. the thought makes her last slap heavier, itching to hear a break within your pretty sounds and she does – the heavy gasp you let out breaking sinfully around its pitch, trailing off into a wet whimper, and it’s music to her ears.

her hand circles your stinging cheek, massaging the soft muscle as she drops her nose to your neck, your scent invading her senses as she runs it along your neck, smirking slightly at the goosebumps she leaves in her trail. shuri slides her hand down to the hem of your skirt, pausing for a breath or two, to feel you squirm before slipping her fingers between your legs, groaning when she feels the wetness along your inner thighs.

you feel her other hand press on your lower back, lightly pressing you into an arch before she moves it to rest along the hem of your skirt, your cheek pressing into the coolness of the wall as you feel her hand leave your thighs. your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you can feel the pulsing beats travelling through the heavy pump of your veins before settling, painfully in the heat between your legs.

and then she’s sliding your skirt up your thighs achingly slow, and you clench your thighs tightly when you remember just where you two were, a whimper escaping your lips as you squirm, your knees rubbing together as you realise just how exposed you were, anyone could walk passed and just see you.

“you embarrassed, baby?” her words are taunting and they make your eyes shut tightly, your back arching more into her before you whimper, her words print themselves into your psyche, lull you into a blanket of safety that only she could wrap you in, “you don’t want them to hear you give yourself to me? see you dripping onto the floor like my bratty little slut?”

“please, please, shuri, i’ll be so good, please just touch me.”

your words are broken, coming out in incoherent, needy jumbles that make shuri hum as she fixes your skirt on your hips, the material bunching around your waist and it makes you so vulnerable, so available to prying eyes, and the thought makes you drip. everyone would know, know who you belonged to if they were to set their eyes on the scene and the notion makes your hips buck in her grip, hearing the amused chuckle she breathes into the tense air.

"such a desperate, needy girl hm."

when shuri leans against you once again, her head is dropping to your neck before her hand slides down your ass to brush against your soaked panties, you jolt as she groans, rubbing her fingers in slow circles over your underwear, and your clit is pulsing under her attention. your head nods frantically as the sounds slip out of your lips, her hands finally touching you feeling like too much but too little at the same time, she was overwhelming you and she knew it.

“tell me you’re mine, princess.”

the words make you arch your back further, craving more from her, “i’m yours, i’m yours, only yours, shuri.” your voice is pleading, your hips circle to match her movements and shuri can smell the desperation off you and the sadistic side of her thrives in it, “mhmm, that’s right, s’thandwa.”

her hand momentarily leaves you to harshly slide your panties down your legs, and even when your instincts tell you to hide, you know you can’t, the material is sitting around your ankles, kissing your heels. shuri brings the hand that’s around your waist up to your jaw, shifting your gaze to connect with hers to watch your mouth drop open as she presses tight circles around your clenching entrance.

"keep those pretty eyes on me when i'm touching you, angel."

her eyes study the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your chest heaves as she slips a finger into your warm walls, her own pussy clenching at how divine you felt. the breaths you’re heaving out are almost painful against your ribs, the drag of shuri’s fingers in you making the ball in your stomach expand painfully like she’s dragging you to your release.

“you gonna come for me, baby?” your head is nodding frantically, your mouth open as you gasp repeatedly, feeling so, so close, “you think you deserve it? you were so mean to me earlier, angel.” she’s cooing. her voice is taunting, tainted with a sweet, wicked venom as her fingers start to slow to a stop and you could sob with how desperate you were. the protests that fall from your lips are quickly silenced with the sharp look shuri sends you, the sheer dominance rolling off of her making your pussy clench tightly around her fingers, aching to keep her in there.

shuri grunts when she feels the welcoming clenches of your walls around her fingers, and she’s unable to resist the urge to give you one last harsh thrust that has you moaning out before withdrawing from you completely, turning your figure to face her. a smirk slides over her lips when she sees how open you are to her, to her touch and it quells the possessive fire inside her; you were hers.

slowly, she brings her hands to wrap around the ends of your long locs, lightly pulling them to make you look up at her before her eyes flicker between both of yours, bast, she was in love with you. you looked ruined, ruined by and for her, your lashes clinging together, your chest heaving and she leans down to breathe you in, her teeth sinking into the pillow of your lips, wishing to see them swell and bruise under the attention.

and her hand is back in your aching cunt, your wetness dripping down her arm makes her smirk at you and your hips are rocking against her fingers, your eyes never leaving hers as you moan unabashedly into her mouth, “my dirty little angel. let them hear you when you come for your love, yeah?” and you shake violently at how she refers to herself, your legs attempting to close around her arm, and she laughs at you.

your nails are digging into her forearms to ground yourself, your head so cloudy with the pleasure she was giving you that you don’t realise just how much your hips were needily thrusting against her hand, shuri watches you lose yourself in her and she can hear the predator purr in response, leaning down to lay several pecks on your unresponsive pretty lips.

“that’s it, baby. rock on me until you’re all pretty and hazy for me, giving me all that come because that’s all you’re good for, my love.”

her coos are low and whispered into you, lulling you like a siren call as her words call your release forward, your legs trying to shut around her strong arm as you weep, but she simply tuts, continuing her harsh thrusts in your sloppy heat, speaking praises into your open mouth, her gaze hungrily trailing over the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks, your eyes clenched as your vision blanked.

shuri drops her head to your neck, the warm kisses trailing along your skin bringing you back to her, your eyes blinking up at her as she pulls away to kiss on your face, coaxing a giggle out of you while she slides your skirt back down to cover you. her body is relaxed as she drops down to slip your underwear from your legs, sliding them into her pocket as she gently, lovingly kisses your knee.

you whine pathetically as you look down at her, “come kiss me.”

shuri's eyes roll as she stands to your height, her eyes narrowing at you and the pout adorning your puffy lips as a smile pulls at her own, “still so fucking bratty.”

she slides her hand to cradle the back of your head pulling you gently towards her, pausing as your breath hitches before her soft lips slide over yours. her emotions are spilling into the kiss and so are yours, you can taste the unsaid words, the restraint, the need, you can feel her love as she wordlessly presses it into you, and it makes overwhelmed tears spring from your shut eyes.

your hand blindly grasps for hers before weaving your fingers together, and shuri finds herself drawing a line to wrap around the both of you instead of redrawing the one keeping you from her.

oh, my love. it’s been a long road. but you never, never said if you’re letting me go, for sure. if you won’t let me go, then you gotta try, hold me close.

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[pinkwright]

anti | shuri udaku.

masterlist

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inspo — anti by rihanna

warnings — lots of remorse, lots of regret, lots of angst, grief, self-destructive!shuri, mean!shuri, crying like lots of fucking crying lol, singer!reader, avoidant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft!shuri, heartbroken!reader, spiralling, toxic!shuri, fingering, cunnilingus, possessive!shuri, confident!reader, sub!reader, kissing, implied smut, lovesick!reader, cold!shuri, nightmares, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, unhealthy coping mechanisms, partying, lots of heartbreak, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, tribbing, switch!reader, toxic relationships, dealer!shuri, best friend!shuri, alcohol, HARD DRUGS (ecstasy, acid, weed etc.), minor injuries, brat tamer!shuri, bratty!reader, spitting, vulgar language, lots of pet names, claiming kink, overstimulation, promiscuous!reader, touchy!reader, reader is a tease, sweet!shuri, fugitive!reader, enhanced!reader, toxic!reader, dom!reader, sub!shuri (i am going to tryyy u guys i can’t promise i'll do her justice lol), mean!reader, co-dependency, possessive!reader, jealous!reader, bratty!shuri ahem, begging, orgasm denial, established relationship, shy!reader, voice kink, verbal kink, needy!reader, degradation, dacryphilia, mommy kink (this is such an embarrassing projection but the voices won yall), dumbification, dismissive kink, love kink, slight objectification n slut-'shaming' (it’s still fond), overall just a lot of emotional constipation.

a/n — ehem so rihanna got me yall, i was debating posting the next stargirl chapter or working on this n she won me over yall !! anyway, this is my next set, it’s been sitting in my drafts 4ever n its definitely outta my comfort zone; there’s a lot of angst n vulnerability, way less smut, hardly any fluff (get on rih for this truly) but i hope its still enjoyable 4 yall lol.

oh p.s bc of the emotional toll /sarc, i didn’t do one for every song!!

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must be love on the brain, baby, keep loving me.

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✶ JAMES JOINT — "you know i’m no good for you, baby."

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in which the reader desperately wants more with shuri, despite the girl being the best friend everyone knows isn’t the best influence on her.

...coming soon

✶ KISS IT BETTER — "let me make it better, my love."

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in which shuri lets her grief influence her idea of love enough for it to consume her n reader can’t seem to empty the overflowing glass of their fracturing relationship before it starts to drown her too.

...coming soon

✶ WORK — "come on, you’re not done singing for them, pretty."

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in which promiscuous reader likes to taunt the pretty girl she doesn’t think can handle her, but she doesn’t know how much the panther likes the chase; especially when it’s bratty girls that fall apart so prettily.

...coming soon

✶ DESPERADO — "but there’s nothing here for me anymore, shuri, don’t you get that?"

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in which shuri udaku makes a choice in the name of her nation but the regret has her questioning her decision until it’s too much to overlook n reader lets the cruelty of the world cement her heart until her past comes back to chip the façade away.

...coming soon

✶ WOO — "say that again to my face, princess."

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in which reader’s cold and mean persona gives shuri a high she’s never felt before n reader likes how much the soft and pretty royal can’t seem to get enough of her.

...coming soon

✶ NEEDED ME — "you can do better than that, angel."

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in which reader set on making her girlfriend say how much she needs her, but shuri can’t seem to quell her ego enough to get the words out until reader decides to use her own ways against her.

...coming soon

✶ YEAH, I SAID IT — "use those fucking words if you want me to give you what you need, baby.”"

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in which reader basks in the tenderness shuri shows her, despite being the deadliest black panther the present world has witnessed, but when she sees her sweet shuri in a way she’s normally not privy to, the image makes her crave the panther.

...coming soon

✶ SAME OL’ MISTAKES — "no? lie to me again, s’thandwa sam’. you know there’s a part of you that craves the hurt."

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in which shuri is battling her own demons n reader finds herself letting old habits die hard because of love, once again.

...coming soon

✶ NEVER ENDING — "i can’t love you the way you deserve."

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in which heartbroken reader has closed herself off from love but didn’t fortify the penitentiary housing her heart from a certain agile panther.

...coming soon

✶ LOVE ON THE BRAIN — "then stop looking at me like i hung the fucking stars in the sky, my love."

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in which world renowned singer reader is known for her independent, ‘savage’ persona but when she’s in shuri’s bed her artist mind seems to forget what it means to see people as they are in reality.

...coming soon

✶ CLOSE 2 U — "because that’s what we were supposed to be, right? ...each other’s everything?”

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in which reader's performance of her new single, dropped unexpectedly after a twelve month hiatus of absolute silence, thrusts the world into a turmoil of emotions n shuri just wants to make things better.

...coming soon

✶ GOODNIGHT GOTHAM — "bast, please. only if for a night."

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in which shuri thinks grief can’t taunt her if she buries its effects; even the ones she swore she would never forget.

...coming soon

✶ POSE — "you're a dream, angel, use those pretty eyes."

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in which reader books the shoot of a lifetime n her photographer happens to be her longtime crush, shuri udaku.

...coming soon

[pinkwright]

true colours | shuri udaku.

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starboy set : chapter seven

pairing — panther!shuri x dj!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — true colours by the weeknd

warnings —flirty!reader (she gets bitches yall!!) but she’s so soft w/ shuri, mentions of alcohol, soft like supaaa soft but cocky!shuri, confident!shuri, confident!reader, gets angsty for a bit but overall pretty soft n fluffy, fingering (reader receiving), possessive!shuri but subtle, soft dom!shuri, touchy!shuri, love as always, kissing, lots of biting action from shuri, noisy!reader, confessions, girlfriend kink (?), verbal kink, crying, reader has like diff ways of carrying herself depending on her mood but she’s only vulnerable n shit around shuri, shuri loves everything about reader don’t get it twisted incl. her diff personas, reader likes to pull away from emotions that make her vulnerable aka she’s avoidant lol.

a/n —i tried to keep the smut cutesy n lovey but idk how well i did… hope u like it anon ! <3 p.s if there’s errors its bc i could barely read it back without lowks cringing but we move !

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and i understand, baby girl, we all have a past, i'd much rather hear the truth come straight from you. so, if i love you; it'd be just for you.

shuri’s hand tenderly brushes up and down the expanse of your calf, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you relax further into the plush cotton pillows below you, eyes fluttering as you inhale the gentle scent of roses and cedar wood, her signature scent.

the atmosphere is calming, providing a gentle soothing caress to the restlessness you find only settles when it’s within her embrace, the warmth of her touch pushes your gaze to sweep the room – the cosy conversation pit mirrored the rest of shuri’s apartment by truly embodying her, a living spatial visual of her.

the space was tastefully designed, with warm tones complemented by minimal cool-toned decorative items and scattered with luscious plants, evocative artworks, and ritualistic carpets. the living space was a visual representation of shuri udaku – warm, gentle, overflowing with love and artistry that revived hibernating stars in unsuspecting gazes, and planted seeds of life in barren soils; embodying the sun that warmed the earth.

she was unaware of the depth of her influence, unaware of the unforgiving edges she eroded to make people, hardened by the cruelty of the world, delicate again. just like the space she resided in, she was a breath of fresh air, living proof of the existence of hope, but she was also an uncontrollable fire despite the tenderness; a dangerous, burning flame of courage and redemption.  

you heave out a deep breath, your eyes shutting almost painfully to attempt to alleviate your heavy heart from the pitiful weight of your despondency; she wasn’t even aware. the loss of hope, in itself, is a difficult emotion to tame, settling in the expansion of your ribcage and corrupting the pump of your lifeline, the housing vessel for dreams, with grief. that’s why you find that it was better this way, better to close off the dainty muscle before she can experience desolation like heartbreak; what is rehabilitation to preservation, truly?

“y/n?”

her voice cuts through your thoughts, halting the train of the self-preservation versus self-isolation argument your mind had begun to board and you open your eyes, blinking away the colourful spots in your vision as you allow yourself to gaze upon her. her eyebrows are scrunched in worry, her keen and dark eyes are trailing your tense figure, her hand squeezing the softness of your calf as her lips form a gentle pout, and you force your body to relax despite the intensity of emotions threatening to drag you into their depths.

“are you alright, s’thandwa?”

your lips part as the menacing ocean begins to recede, the emotional tide ebbing away at the sound of your salvation; their damnation, and you can breathe again, feeling as though you’ll be dragged into the depths of those attentive eyes instead, and as always accompanied with her presence, you feel as though you don’t mind drowning as long as it’s with her.

“i’m better now.”

the gentle smile that traces your lips, the caress of your undoubting words, calms the anxiety that had risen in shuri, the girl reaching her hand towards your own, sighing in contentment at the comfort brought forth by your hand settling in hers, her thumb affectionately swiping over your knuckles as she returns your sentiment.

you sit up from your laying position, shuri’s hand on your calf travelling with the movement until it settles on the outside skin of your thigh, your hips sliding along the couch to bring your torsos closer together, to quell your body’s craving for her intimacy in the only way that platonic boundaries allow.

shuri hums as the movement forces your legs to fall between her spread thighs, your body pressing against her side as your head dips to rest against the curve of her neck, arms stretching to wrap around her waist as you allow her scent to engulf you. the candles lightly burn on the table in the pit, the vintage player spinning the soft tune of the vinyl record around the room, and there’s nowhere else you would rather be.

“are you going to tell me what’s going on in your pretty head?”

the words are coated in the inquisitive curiosity that betrays shuri’s genius, and the sentiment makes your smile widen, your head shaking instinctually as you force yourself to lightly dodge the clear invitation for vulnerability. although you had been vulnerable with the royal countless times before, every time you let your carefully crafted persona slip, you find it harder to pull away from her embrace, and as a result the pit of your demise is dug deeper by nothing but your own hand.

“just thinking about my set last night.”

there’s a teasing lilt to your voice as the lie slips through, your chin lifting to rest on shuri’s shoulder as you gaze through the window opposite you, and the vast view kissed by the orange of the sun’s easy descent subconsciously pulls the night to the forefront of your mind.

the pink drink entering your peripheral vision has you slightly turning to trail your eyes along the arm outstretched towards you, the smirk on the girl’s pretty face causing one of your own to form as you wrap your fingers around the chilled glass, shooting a flirtatious wink as you set the beverage a little distance away from your sound desk.

“thanks, angel. here’s a song just for you because you’re so sweet to me.”

your voice is low and enticing as your gaze shifts to the board in front of you, manicured nails lifting to work your magic, your eyebrow raises in amusement when the girl practically vibrates in glee, an endearing squeal drowning under the bass of the beginning notes of your next track.

the club lit up in excitement as you fiddle with the keys, your hand lifting to wrap around your headset as you mix, your hips swaying as your lips wrap around the sensual lyrics, the gloss glittering under the strobe lights and you find yourself reaching that headspace where music is the only thing that runs through you, guiding your body in a way that had the club entranced.

a wide smirk is on your face as the crowd anticipates every bass drop along with you, your hands sliding the headset to rest around your neck as you find yourself entering a flirty dance with the crowd of intoxicated individuals, your lids dropping into a confident sultry gaze as you mix for your last track.

just as the bass drops and the mass of people lose themselves in the reverberating frequencies of the end of your set – arms are sliding around your shifting waist, warm hands pressing against the bare skin of your stomach to press your hips against their crotch and the cool of her rings against your skin makes you shiver, a sweet smile flashing from you as she pulls you away with her.

“shuri!” your voice is laced with giggles as she spins you around to grab your hands, guiding you with a cheeky smile on her face as she walks backwards to keep her gaze pinned to you, eyes swiping down your body as your hips swing against the taunting material.

the heat in her gaze makes your head spin and you avert your eyes from hers when you feel the cool breeze wisp against the heat of your skin, and shuri leans against the driver’s door of her sleek car pulling you against her, ensuring her eyes never leave your face.

her hands slide along your arms to bring them to rest around her neck as she pulls you into her embrace, her fingers pressing into the softness of the dip of your waist, her nose skimming along your neck as she exhales words into the air, tender words that caress your heated skin as her lips brand them into the organ, words you couldn’t find the strength to respond to.

“pretty girl, as much as i adore this colour of you, i’m eager to embrace the colour of you that shies beneath that complex palette of different facets of yourself; the one just for me.”

the blunt nails that scratch lightly against your skin snap you out of your daydream, your eyes flitting sheepishly from the window to meet shuri’s, the contemplative frown on her face makes your resolve break, and you find her calling forth your softening, your hand lifting to smooth the crease between her brows before dropping to her pout, placing your thumb on the corner of her lips to curl it into a stretchy smile.

“don’t like it when you’re not smiling.”

your voice is petulant and bordering on a whine and shuri finds it so endearing that her lips are twitching uncontrollably into a real smile, her head shaking as she chuckles, and her eyes are scrunching as she pushes into your space, her forehead coming to rest against yours. her laughs force a few light giggles out of your lips, your arms reaching to wrap around her shoulders as you try to shift closer to the source of your joy, your sounds wisping in the air, intertwining into the dance of two souls that find each other in every life.

shuri can’t resist the familiar urge when your fingers dig into her unruly curls to softly scratch against her scalp, so she’s lifting her hand to bring your free hand to your lap, playing with the fingers between your bodies. your hands were cold – they always were. shuri finds herself smiling when she stares at the choreography both of your hands dip into; her warmth vs your cool, her organised tattoos versus your chaotic tattoos, the instinctual way you let her guide you, the gentle relax of you into her grip – indescribable familiarity.

the small act was one shuri tried to avoid – how such a trivial action could evoke such a vicious reaction was beyond her scientific understanding; for every action there is a reaction – a physical phenomenon she could recite like mantra of hope her heart chanted to ensure her that you were within her reach, that the ocean she drowned in was bearable because it was for you.

but the law didn’t account for the imbalance between the actor and the reactor when it manifested within the boundaries of human ideology, how was it possible that she saw the oppositions between you and instead of taking it as that, a disruption in her human experience; the vessel she usually chose to ignore, saw your hard edges as tools to carve the raw edges of herself, gifts that would erode her into love but not just typical love – your image of love, the perfect embodiment to what you envision the unforgiving idea of love to look like, and vice versa.

“bast, i love you.”

if shuri hadn’t let the wave of her infatuation with you crest into the calm of the atmosphere and allowed it to fall as an uncontrollable spill of words and anxious emotions, she would’ve found the way you shot up comical, chuckled heartedly at the way your lips part on a loud gasp that echoes through her ears but she had, and the gut-wrenching twist of her stomach served as a more fitting response.

but like the damning, brittle spirit she was, hope pushed her to continue because despite the unsettling reaction, the little flickering flame of longing within her was still burning, still hoping and as a consequence, all she could think about was how much she needed you, how much her love for you carved through her restraints until it all but spilled from her lips.

at your silence, her head turns away from you, finding your gaze hard to hold so she settled for resting her head against the backrest of the couch. the hurried sentences jumble into a mess that your shock struggled to discern, but your heart caught on quickly, selfishly absorbing the words you didn’t think you were deserving of, and the muscle pumping in your chest, crawled its way up your throat, the canal tightening to control the overwhelming spread of emotion tingling through your limbs.

“loved you for so long, y/n.”

she exhales heavily, her eyes fluttering open as she gazes at the ceiling, “last night, when i described you as a colour palette, i meant that. you’re this bright array of colours, a spectrum of different personas and auras that are ever evolving and i can’t- i can't figure you out because of it. but i love it, bast, i love how complex and intricate you are in everything that you do and everything that you are, everything that you embody is true to yourself and your beliefs; its dauntingly admirable.”

her hand tightens its hold on you, squeezing your leg before she continues and her next words steal the breath from your lungs, “you’re everything i believe love to be, the final iteration of what everything celestial intended for love to be. i love you so deeply, s’thandwa. you breathe the air into my lungs, you spoke life over my barren grave and brought my buried soul back to life, you rid me of the burdens of my grievances in a way that provided me freedom that ceases to exist outside the world you’ve created for me, freedom this world could only conjure in the dreams its people use to escape its harsh reality.”

“my love for you made me ache, it made me hurt, it made me grow but, above all, it bathed me in a warmth bast herself couldn’t even begin to replicate.”

when shuri hears the choked sob that spills from your lips, she’s quickly sitting up to gather you in her arms, her words cutting off abruptly as she brings your legs to rest on either side of her hips and then she’s cradling you against her, holding the back of your head as she rocks you gently, careful in how she handles the only thing that keeps her racing heart, beating.

“shh, i’m sorry, my love, forgive me. i’m so sorry, baby.”

the words are whispered into your locs, the remorse coating them forces a sound of indignation to flow through your tear-filled hiccups, your arms wrapping aggressively around her neck to pull her towards you, and the grunt she lets out makes you smile lightly as you hold her against you for several moments, pulling back when the salty tears tracking your cheeks halt in their descent.

you trail your gaze intently across her face, your heart cracking at the pure desolation coating her delicate but strong features, your hands rise to cup her cheeks and your thumbs stroke the skin under her eyes, before leaning forward to brush your nose against hers, feeling the shaky exhale of her warm breath against your lips as you speak.

“you never could tell the difference between happy tears and sad tears.”

shuri can’t hide the shock from you, her jaw dropping as she gasps softly, her deep eyes widening ever so slightly, and the sight makes you laugh through your tears, the sound wet but joyful, lightly strumming the chords of the strings holding shuri and yourself to one another.

after the stunned girl seems to understand exactly what your words imply, there’s a blinding grin overtaking her face and your mind blanks on just how otherworldly she was; crafted with grace, and meticulous thought that served to prove the existence of celestial divinity, sewn together by the finest artisans the universe had to offer – she takes your breath away.

shuri’s giggling in drunken disbelief and you echo her, hearts pounding in unison, eager to escape the cages encasing them to interlace with the others; bond to complete the ideograph of affection – mirrors of one another, similar but inverted, the same with complementary differences. her hand curls around your nape to guide your foreheads together, inhaling deeply as she brushes her nose against yours.

“when i kiss you, s’thandwa, it means i’m unequivocally yours.”

she breathes the statement against your lips, your breath catching in your throat as she stares at your full lips with that unrivalled intensity, the notion of her words digging into the pit of your stomach as you hold your breath in anticipation, “no more of this dancing around each other because you would be mine too. do you want that, pretty girl, with me?”

her hands are firm in their grip, gently sliding across the heating skin of your thighs as she pins you with her gaze, you nod at her question and the familiar weight of craving is invading your touch, it forces your grip to dig into her shoulders, pressing your body against hers as you silently plead for her lips on yours. but as much as shuri basks in your barely suppressed desperation, she had to hear you say it, had to have you know exactly what allowing her to touch you entailed.

“talk to me, my love, you know how to use that pretty mouth.”

when a whimper slips through your lips, shuri’s mouth is twisting into a smirk, her hands squeezing your skin as she barely brushes her lips against yours, humming when the pleas slip into her awaiting mouth, and she’s bringing her hand to wrap around your throat, gently moulding her lips against yours, groaning at the way you fit perfectly against her.

your hands fist the material on her shoulders as a whine you let slip is swallowed by shuri’s soft lips, her salacious mouth coaxing a swell of sensations behind your chest that serve to stir a familiar warmth in your core, heat licking at the pulse between your legs.

“shuri… i-” you’re cutting yourself off with a whimper when her teeth sink into the pillow of your bottom lip, dragging it into her warm mouth with a hum, her hands greedily sliding up your loose shirt to feel the warm skin of your waist, and her touch makes you squirm, your thighs clenching on her lap as you gasp.

“what do you want, my love?”

her voice is taunting, and it makes your hips buck against her, your eyes shutting when her lips pull away from yours to let you breathe, pressing a few languid pecks between your needy gasps before sliding down to glide her swelling lips against your neck, sinking her teeth into the line of your pulse, coaxing the warm liquid to the surface of your skin.

your hands are frantic as they slide beneath the oversized silk shirt sitting on her strong shoulders, your nails dragging down her skin, and digging into the curling warm muscles of her back, a grunt pressing into your skin as shuri detaches her lips from you. your head spins as she pulls back to look at you, her blunt nails scratching against your waist as she sighs in restraint and you whine the words out, eager to have her touch you again.

“touch me. touch me, please, shuri, i need you.”

the sadistic part of shuri wants to drag you mercilessly to state specifics but her tenderness and desperation for you overpowers the desire, so she slides her fingers along the hem of your loose pants, her eyes gauging your reaction and humming in satisfaction when your hips buck up and you slip your prettily bruising bottom lip into your mouth.

your breath hitches as she slips her hand over your bare ass, squeezing the flesh before she’s barely brushing her fingers over your entrance, moaning at the sheer wetness that coats her fingers, your awaiting hole clenching viciously in anticipation, and the moan that slips passed your lips is filthy, needy, laced with desperation that makes shuri coo at you.

the thoughts in your mind are spinning at her soft, gentle coaxes, your hips stuttering when she slips her fingers into you, pumping through the soft velvet as her eyes bore into yours, your eyelashes fluttering as your hips cant against her ruthless fingers and you find yourself whimpering at the way she effortlessly tears you apart.

“been aching to love on you, angel, aching to claim this pretty pussy." she curls her fingers to press into your spot, your gasp getting her drunk on you and your pathetic little noises, "bast, you’re so needy baby, this cunt needed me just as bad, hm?” she tuts in faux sympathy.

“please. i need more, please, please.”

the air in your lungs is burning hot as your hips stutter, and the pump of your blood is reverberating through your ears, shuri’s deft in the way she works you, the way she wears you down until you’re putty in her hands. the girl lets out a dark chuckle, her lips moving to press against your open mouth as she slides her free hand down the front of your pants, the slim fingers pressing firm circles against your throbbing clit.

"you're so pretty like this, my love, look like a dream when you let me between these pretty legs."

the daze in your head build as you shut your eyes, your hips fighting between fucking back onto her fingers or pressing forward into the firm press against your bud. you gasp wetly into shuri’s mouth, the smirk on her lips intensifying as she brings her teeth to sink into your lips to make you see stars. the slight ache from her teeth on your lips paired with the way her hands are set to ruin you, makes the fire in your stomach burn violently, and you can feel your limbs begin to tremble atop her.

the sight makes shuri hum, before she releases your lip with a soft ‘pop’, “are you going to come, my love?” your pretty eyes shoot open to meet her dark ones, and at your frantic succession of nods, she’s shaking her head at you, laughing at the pathetic cry that flows through your lips at her denial.

“you gotta tell your girlfriend to make you come, baby.”

her words are cocky laced with a taunting depth that drowns your ability to think beyond her, think beyond your girlfriend, her eyebrow raises, and she grunts deeply when your aching pussy clenches around her fingers tightly, your hips stuttering dangerously as you force the words from your panting mouth, feeling the wash of obedience over your shaking figure, the precipice too close for even a sliver of hesistation.

“want my girlfriend to make me come, please, please.”

shuri lets out a dizzying sound at the confession, her cunt clenching as her hips buck up into you, her teeth cutting into your lip enough to draw blood, viscous liquid that has the panther moaning out as her pussy drips at the taste of you, the whimper of pain from your mouth, coaxing a growl from the predator.

and then she’s curling her fingers to drag heavily against the rough tender patch inside you, eager for you to come while she tastes that part of you on her tongue, her other hand harshly circles your sensitive clit before quickening her pace. a sob shoots from your throat, your nails digging into the back of her shoulders as she works you through your orgasm, speaking soft loving words to you, running her lips along your cheekbones, imprinting them into your skin.

“that’s my good fucking girl, coming so prettily for me.”

she’s kissing away the tears running down your cheeks, the buildup of the consuming emotions finding solace in the release brought out of you by your new lover; you dazedly blink up at her as she stares at you, her arms rubbing your quivering thighs in a soothing caress that prompts you to lean forward to lay a soft kiss against her nose, one that has her scoffing in fondness.

“you’re my girlfriend now, s’thandwa sam’. so, stop trying to keep me in the dark when you know i can truly see you, yeah?”

you stare at her intently before nodding shyly, once again, pressing your lips against hers, and the stars that burst behind your eyes and the colours, that paint the expression of your ever-changing being, sing that it’s okay to let your true colours show for her.

paint me a picture with your true colours, these are the confessions of a new lover. true colours, true colours.

ஜ

[pinkwright]

ur a star, girl | shuri udaku.

masterlist

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inspo — starboy by the weeknd

warnings — fingering, cunnilingus, possessive!shuri, confident reader, sub!reader, soft dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, tribbing, switch!reader, switch!shuri, alcohol, HARD DRUGS (weed, ecstasy, acid etc.), voyeurism, spitting, grinding, vulgar language, lots of petnames, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, dollification, dismissive kink, love kink, attention kink, choking, ass grabbing, power imbalance, shameless!shuri, kissing, biting, marking, dumbification, service!top reader, cheating (not between shuri n reader, never that), player!shuri, maneater!reader, they both get clingy n touchy, semi-toxicity, mirror sex, shower sex, dacryphilia, verbal kink, size kink, slight objectification n slut-'shaming' (but not rlly shaming bc its said fondly like), riding, praise kink, power kink, breeding kink, um i'll add as i go.

a/n — i'm rlly excited for this to be honest so i hope yall will enjoy it too ! i'll try to be consistent w updates but i am studying architecture so rip, it might not happen but anyway, without further ado ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo @motheroffae @naomis-daydream @vampzxi

look what you've done, i'm a motherfuckin' starboy.

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✶ STARBOY — "wanna touch you so bad, s'thandwa, will you let me?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader chances going out n is mesmerised by the sheer life the princess of wakanda is radiating, and the reader feels a heated fire within her.

...coming soon ✶ PARTY MONSTER — "bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which birthday girl reader likes to live her nights to the fullest n shuri just likes to lovingly watch her best friend live, until watching just isn't enough anymore.

...07.03.23 ✶ FALSE ALARM — "u ignore the warnings people give you to stay away from me bc you're desperate for me to make this aching cunt mine, right baby?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which no one understands how hardcore party girl reader n nerdy, shy shuri are so close but shuri's just desperate to be closer to the girl that makes her feel ways she shouldn't.

...coming soon

✶ REMINDER — "look at me when you come, baby, so you never forget what my love feels like."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri has a bad habit of not letting her ex move on but also struggling to fully commit to something other than her duties.

...coming soon ✶ ROCKIN' — "just needed someone to break you in, hm? carve their name into this pretty pussy?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri sets her eyes on the ‘never settles down’, pretty, 'life of the party' girl and is overwhelmingly eager to break her walls down and see what makes the girl tick.

...coming soon ✶ SECRETS — "that's it, s'thandwa, put on a show for me."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which studious reader wants a taste of the high life and shuri's willing to give it to her.

...coming soon ✶ TRUE COLOURS — "no more of this dancing around each other because you would be mine too. do you want that, pretty girl, with me?”

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri’s infatuation with her long-time friend spills passed the fortified walls she built around heart and reader is happy to drown in it.

...27.03.23 ✶ STARGIRL INTERLUDE — "look how you glow when i'm in you, baby, you're my fucking star."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader comes back from college with a new aura of confidence n free spiritedness n shuri is battling to calm the growing desire to seriously act on the claim she jokingly made years ago.

...coming soon

✶ SIDEWALKS — "let them hear you struggle for me, s'thandwa."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which rapper shuri who’s infamous for her ‘starboy’ persona arrives at her newly owned club with poster ‘stargirl’, y/n, n they shouldn’t work but they do, and they work well.

...coming soon ✶ SIX FEET UNDER — "hm i don't know, your majesty, do you think you deserve to have me?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which uprising singer reader has a big performance at world renowned producer shuri udaku's club for opening night n shuri thinks she would sound better on a beat of hers.

...coming soon ✶ LOVE 2 LAY — "let me make it up to you, my angel."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri gets held up with her partying ways n it causes her to neglect an important event of readers.

...coming soon

✶ A LONELY NIGHT — "you want more? you gotta ask for it, pretty baby."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri stumbles across a shocking discovery and decides to help the reader explore it.

...coming soon ✶ ATTENTION — "gotta dress my pretty doll up, so you can see how good you look when you're taking it."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri likes to dress her pretty girl up n is endeared for the gentle squirm of her embarrassed lover.

...coming soon

✶ ORDINARY LIFE — "moaning like a slut and i haven't even touched on you, baby."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which, on a night out, reader finds every chance to press her girlfriend, shuri's buttons bc she has an obsession with her sweet shuri being mean to her.

...coming soon ✶ NOTHING WITHOUT U — "tell me you're mine, and i'll fuck you the way you need, my love."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader was convinced she was straight n just needed time to fall in love with her boyfriend, but her best friend makes loving a little too easy.

...coming soon

✶ ALL I KNOW — "shh, s'thandwa just wanna feel my pretty girl."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader is being tutored by player shuri n although their friendship is blossoming well, she can’t help how badly she longs to be one of shuri’s pretty girls; maybe even the only one.

...15.03.23

✶ DIE FOR U — "gets me so fucking wet when you talk like that, s'thandwa."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri’s momentary disbelief prompts her wife reader to step up n suddenly shuri’s on the hunt.

...coming soon ✶ I FEEL IT COMING — "just wanna stop you thinking so much, angel, you gonna let me get you there?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader's spite towards the idea of her ex possibly moving on blinds her ability to make rational decisions n shuri can’t seem to get enough of her change in attitude.

...coming soon ஜ

[pinkwright]

in pieces | shuri udaku.

◘ rapper/producer!shuri udaku x fem!singer/director!reader

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trope – strangers 2 enemies 2 friends 2 lovers

inspo — in pieces by chlöe.

series warnings — mean!shuri, cold!reader, reader is rlly soft in love, her ex is all she's ever known so pls be gentle w her, toxic relationships, crybaby!reader, insults, gaslighting, yall the exes face claim is brent faiyaz LMFAO (i dont keep up w men so he was the first name to pop up), touchy!shuri, reader folds so bad so easily lol, cheating, reader is petty, relapses in judgement, reader is fucking talented, smitten shuri, vv soft but only later lol, reader can get bitchy, shuri rlly gets under her skin, bitter n spiteful reader, reader's manager is so tired of them, reader has her public persona nailed down, ppl rarely ever see the real her, t'challa is alive but their parents aren't, kissing, crying, dirty talk, strap slinger!shuri, fingering, thigh riding, smau elements, studio sessions, cunnilingus, taunting, edging, slut-shaming, possessive!shuri, sub!reader, dom!shuri, the media loves to dawg on reader for nothing, cursing, humiliation kink, bratty!reader, needy!reader, desperation, sexual identity crisis, patient!shuri, shuri likes to push ppl away, mentions of marriage/engagements, alcohol, anxiety, panic attacks, manipulation, clubbing, might have an open ending idk, there's probs more but oh well.

a/n — i have so many ideas dropping consecutively my bad yall LMFAO anyway this is my first series, n um im nervous badd but we move, i rlly like this idea and the skeleton of it so hopefully it comes off the way i would like it to so my perfectionist spirit can smile LMFAO (i find myself so funny sorry), anyway here’s the masterlist before i ramble more <3

dedications — @zayswriting – i’ve always avoided writing series (hence how i came up w sets LOL) but zay’s my inspo for series like that’s her shit so while the notion is still kinda daunting, she makes me feel like i can try to tackle it at least. @mbakuetshurisprincess constantly revising ur masterlist bc ur pen is just brilliant, u were also a huge inspo in getting me to write a series n u influence my version of shuri a lot. then a few people i admire that keep me posting n make me wanna improve; @saintwrld @vixentheplanet @verachii @naomis-daydream @marsolgy @inmyheadimobsessed <3

oke, that's the end of the sappiness.

⟢˚ @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @golooktheotherway @motheroffae @vampzxi @mysticalmarss @abenomeiiii @6-noir @izrinmabel1 @vexoshuri @ilovelulu @sookiesookie @ziayamikaelson @sapphicvqmpires @locoforshuri @ventingfanfics @melanated-queens @cuddl3s4shur1

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no matter how many times i break, i put myself back together every damn time. oh, mm, can i be honest with you?

y/n l/n, a hyper-pop sensation that is at an all-time high in her career; her two-time grammy winning album, above her oscar-nominated directing debut cemented her as a force to be reckoned with, both in the music and film industry. and soon, in a swoon-worthy show of romance, she's flaunting an envy-worthy diamond ring graciously accompanied by a viral proposal from high school sweetheart and renowned artist, christopher brent wood.

engaged and flourishing, her world is almost too perfect to be true, tainted by the pink shades of blinding love that soon violently shatter at the hands of the only love she's ever known, the fractals painfully littering her being; heavy fragments that she can't seem to even begin piecing together.

in a battle of identity, self-expression, independence, and rebirth; the international superstar finds herself in a back-and-forth battle with herself and the people around her, finding that the dark pit she falls into, may not solely be the demise of her fairytale, but also the fall of the y/n l/n that the public came to know over the years; the catalyst to the redemption arc in finding who she really is, the girl she buried years ago.

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➺ CHAPTERS LIST.

[ characters ]

prologue : someone’s calling (chlöe)

— after a lengthy hiatus of absolute silence, y/n drops an ominous track w an even more intriguing visualizer, unrecognizable from her usual sweet hyper pop princess look n sound, n the internet wilds; the rebrand peaking an important person's interest.

...coming soon

one : pray it away

— after facing public humiliation from a cheating scandal that had put y/n in the spotlight she comes back into the spotlight w a haunting single n performance that sparks large controversy along with its acclaim; she meets a certain face that she sasses off too in response to her attitude.

...coming soon

two : body do

— after announcing the drop of her debut album y/n is set on a artist rebrand n her manager knows just the person; so she meets world renowned director/producer shuri udaku who directs her visualiser n the bad blood cause tension to spill.

...coming soon

three : i don’t mind + worried

— y/n l/n new maneater cutthroat persona has the internet fawning over her so imagine their shock when she shows up to the grammys w the same man that was the driving factor to her vicious rebrand n shuri gets a glimpse into the real personality behind the scrutinised pop sensation.

...coming soon

four : for the night

— a glimpse into shuri’s true thoughts about the girl she swears she can’t stand.

...coming soon

five : make it look easy

— when y/n finally tackles the song she couldn't face, the internet starts to rethink their view on the girl they've scrutinised n criticised for the entirety of her career n shuri finds it harder to cut deeper into the broken-down girl.

...coming soon

six : looze u

— y/n can’t stop the flood of emotions that overtake her when she confronts the man who broke her heart, opening the floor for hurtful truths n violent words that leave her reeling in her memories.

...coming soon

seven : told ya + cheatback

— the officially single superstar thinks she deserves a night out seeing as her album debut draws nearer by the day, n the fun night out has surprising outcomes.

...coming soon

eight : heart on my sleeve

– when shuri spits her meanest words yet to the softening star, y/n finds herself pathetically adding a track to her album minutes before its release, much to her fans’ concern n the producer feels stuck in limbo.

...coming soon

epilogue : in pieces

— while the successful album drop feels like a weight lifted off of her chest especially w/ an upcoming oscar performance; she can’t help but find the weight replaced by a certain pretty-eyed producer. 

...coming soon

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hold me when, hold me when i'm in pieces.

ஜ.

[pinkwright]

this whiskey got me feeling pretty | shuri udaku.

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pairing — ex!shuri x ex!y/n

trope — exes that can't (or won't?) move on

inspo — higher by rihanna & love drought by beyoncé

warnings — drunk!reader. patient, soft!shuri. theyre both hurting. reader is a bit unfair to shuri. in my head this isnt the first time shes done this. toxic relationships if u squint hard. they still love each other. angst. fluff if you squint then wear glasses too. riri is mentioned (let's pretend that shuri messaged her before they left okay). readers kind of a mess okay. shuri's thoughts are shown too.

a/n — this is for valentine's day but it's not even lovey like that my bad yall blame rihanna n beyoncé for making me replay these album over n over. anyway enjoy ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn

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i wanna go back to the old way but i’m drunk instead, with a full ashtray. with a little bit too much to say.

the bass reverberating through the walls makes you dizzy, the world feels like it’s spinning under your feet, and the flashing lights make it difficult for you to focus. the braids are slipping out of the messy bun on your head, laying heavily on the heat of your skin, adding to the heaviness in your heart that was lifted temporarily by the drinks and making it settle heavier than before.

suddenly, the steady pump of music isn’t freeing, it’s suffocating, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you blink hard, your emotions flowing out so quickly that it knocks you off-kilter. the rush of your heart in your throat forces your words to strain, “hey ri, think i’m gonna step out for a second,” then you’re avidly shaking your head at her, pulling her into a hug when she makes a move to follow you out, and the action slightly quells her worries, “no, no, you stay, i just need some air.”

the hesitant nod of her head compels you to send her the best reassuring smile you could manage, your head clouding in a way that makes you panic, needing to get outside quickly. you push your way through the sweaty bodies, your skin crawling in overstimulation as you finally step out, the cold breeze brushing against your skin when you walk to take a seat on a nearby bench.

you bring your hand up to press against the ache in your chest, feeling the oncoming of what you know is a panic attack, and close your eyes as you hold your breath, counting to ten slowly. the haze in your mind doesn’t lift but it settles enough to push you to do something you know you would never dare to do sober.

“…s’thandwa?”

and her voice makes a lump form in your throat, she sounded hesitant, and worried, her shock ringing warning bells in the depth of your spirit. and maybe it’s because you’ve downed a little too many cups of whiskey, or because she carves the edges of your usual strong, independent self, into the soft, open, and vulnerable side of yourself, but you find yourself standing on the defense.

“you piss me off so much, do you know that?” your voice is trembling as you continue, “why can’t i hate you, shuri? i want to lie to you and tell you how much of a fucking ass you are or how much i don’t miss anything about you or how much i don’t fucking think about you,” the harsh words lack bite and conviction as the lump in your throat crawls out of your lips, and your voice is breaking on a sob.

"but i can’t, i can’t because i can’t see past my devotion to you. and i know, i know i could be more creative and tell you poetic lines but i just miss you.”

the line is silent as you sob pathetically, the loud thumping of the club behind you doing little to dampen the sound of your heartbreak and you feel pathetic, after all, you were the one to end things with her. the sound of her letting out a shaky sigh reaches your ears, and you can almost see the anguish that makes itself present on her delicate features, but still, still she manages to speak softly to you, her voice tender and soothing.

“don’t move, okay? i’m on my way.”

the words ground you in a way, the raging pump of your veins quelling, the harsh beat of your heart recognising the object of its affection, but your body still aches in longing. you mutter out a quiet agreement when she prompts you to respond, and time seems to warp in your head as you wait, your eyes stuck on the beads as the call continues silently minus the sounds of shuffling and the gentle hum of shuri’s car.

you’re still staring at the device when you hear the opening of a car door, both through the device and near your seated figure, you don’t look up even as a body, her body steps in front of you. she sighs before crouching before you, her hands moving to rest on your cold thighs before pausing in their journey and opting, rather, to gently pry the beads from your tight shaking grip.

you don’t look at her. even as she tenderly grips your triceps to pull you to stand, nor as she seats you in her car, carefully strapping you in, the car is warm and silent as you look at your hands. the tears silently track down your cheeks as your body trembles from anxiety and the guilt you've been ignoring pushes at the forefront of your mind, taunting you.

she’s driving fast, not that you would notice, aching to get you somewhere safe, to, once again, be that pillar of comfort she was to you. and shuri's hurting, hurting because she knows you're trying, trying to care for her by keeping your distance, but you're still caught up in your permanent emotions, stringing her fragile self along with the dainty hope you spit at her over and over again. and the idea sends shuri into a daze, feeling like she's everywhere but nowhere all at once.

once you reach her apartment, she’s pulling your unresponsive figure through her door and moving to seat you on her messy bed, the action snaps you out of your dissociative state though you still feel like you're floating in the air. your eyes slowly raise to find her shifting through her wardrobe, clearly looking for something to dress you in, and your lips part before you can think, the alcohol in your system giving you courage, “shuri, i…”

you trail off as she tenses, her movements stuttering before her hands tightly clench around the articles of clothing, turning around with an unreadable expression on her face, and coming to stand before you. she reaches her free hand to tenderly grab your hand, pulling you to the bathroom and your legs feel like lead as she places the clothes on the closed toilet before her hands drop to your waist, hesitant like she has been all night, lifting you to sit on her sink where she moves to stand between your legs, reaching for items to clean you off with.

“i’m drunk with a little bit too much to say.”

the bluntness of your voice makes shuri pause in removing the makeup on your face, and for a reason beyond her, your words make her lips twitch in amusement before she continues her actions, throwing the cotton pad away, before she speaks and her voice is so soft and so loving, “you always have too much to say.”

once the words register in your hazy mind, your jaw drops in disbelief and offense, the slow blink you give her coaxes a soft chuckle from her, and the familiarity of the situation makes your stomach sink. her eyes are tender as they sweep over you, trying to cement in her mind that you were okay, safely within her reach, or at least physically within her reach, before she's guiding you off the sink, leaving you to get dressed.

her eyes had dropped to your lips, and she caught herself before she could place a tender peck on your full pout, her mind is reeling as she closes the door behind her, then the tears gather in her eyes as she sighs heavily, looking to the ceiling. her heart is violently clenching in anguish, you were so unfair to her, no matter how regal, or powerful she was, she was still human, and she wondered if you thought about that when you were playing your push-and-pull game with the strings of her heart.

as her hand tiredly slides down her face, she finds herself feeling lost in the middle of her bedroom, standing still like she had no purpose, no reason in the space that was once yours and hers. the door to the ensuite is clicks open and she’s schooling her expression, turning to face your meek figure dressed in her sweatpants and a large plain shirt. she lets her eyes fix on you, the same pain you bestowed upon her heart, lifting in your presence.

there are tears in your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself, and it makes shuri’s chest ache to see you like this so she slowly steps towards you, knowing how jumpy you get when you’re vulnerable like this, and lifts her arms to wrap around your shoulders as you let out a heart-wrenching sob, one that digs itself into her ribs, freezing the blood in her veins and she wishes she could hate you too.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry i hurt you, shuri.” your words are wet and remorseful, your tears staining her sleep shirt as your arms tighten around her waist so hard it makes it difficult for her to breathe, but shuri welcomes the embrace, knowing no pressure compared to the crack of her heart under the weight of your confession. she swallows thickly before responding, the tears blurring her vision as she moves to rest her chin on your head, her voice is shaky, tender, sewn with a deep seed of hurt.

“i know, i know you are, baby.”

her arms tighten around you as the term of endearment makes you sob harder, and she's pulling you closer as she walks toward her bed, her hands soothingly rubbing along your back as she gently deposits you onto her soft sheets. and everything she does to you is so tender, so soft, so gentle that it makes the guilt claw at your aching throat, and your arms tighten around her when she goes to pull away.

“please stay, please.”

the raw desperation in your voice makes shuri still for half a beat, her eyes shutting tightly before she hesitantly shifts to lie beside you, your arms refusing to let her get too far, using your close proximity to gently guide her hand to lay across your waist, then moving your arms to wrap around her shoulders, nuzzling into her neck like a lost puppy.

the room is silent, and shuri’s thinking about how much your love could kill her, how you try to kill her, and her head taunts her with the idea that you knew she would spend her life in the dark to give light to yours, planting seeds of doubts in her mind. when your hesitant voice cuts into her spiraling thoughts, she's tightening her hold on you to ground herself, “do… do you still love me?”

you sound small, and remorseful, your head digging into her neck like you’re embarrassed, and she can hear your heart rate speed up like you’re fearful, and it makes her clench her eyes tighter in pain, her lashes clinging to each other before she's exhaling a heavy breath, what did she do so wrong to have you, her lifeline, try to kill her?

“you know i do.”

and all the loving i've been giving goes unnoticed. it's just floating in the air, lookie there, are you aware?

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[pinkwright]

do u ever daydream about me ? | shuri udaku.

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pairing — queen panther!shuri x ex!y/n

trope — exes still in love (post-breakup)

inspo — lucidia (egodeath) by ambré + been like this by doja cat

warnings — vv dramatic bc its me, they r lovesick ur honour, reader is hurting like srsly, shuri is hurting like srsly 2, everybody hurting srsly okay, breakup isn’t described, lots of heart/rib metaphors n descriptions lol, the sides r povs, pretty vague contextually (?), no happy ending bc life, shuri has a panic attack but its not overly detailed, shuri’s vv self-destructive (stop thats my baby), no real sense of a timeline, they need each other u guys, its not set who hurt who so u can use ur imagination, literally just angst w a pinch of fluff if u squint.

a/n — thank u for all the love on my first fic. i wanted a fic that hurt so i was tempted to deliver n here it is, i hope u enjoy it !

⟢˚ taglist: @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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side a

let’s make sure its reel, baby can we film it? now you got me here, stuck up in my feelings.

longing buries itself within your chest, the weight is settling in the cage of your ribs, and they seem to tighten at the steady chuckle that falls from her pretty lips, only amplified by the surround sound in your barren apartment. your subconscious berates you for the continuous empty promises made to yourself, empty promises that only contribute to the depths of your very own despair – but can anyone truly blame you for missing all that love?

the short film – a lovers’ moment of perfection, an ode to what was and what could have been, what should have been – captures your love at the height of pure joy and contentment. it was a homemade film taken in your kitchen; the camera held up by you — the interviewer to shuri's interviewee. your giggles ring in the background working in tandem with the soft beat of your favourite track to produce, as shuri had said, 'the symphony to the rhythm of her heart.'

shuri’s gazing just over the lens of the camera and into your eyes, the love spilling from the gaze makes you giddy and shy, so you clear your throat. “so, miss ‘i’m the queen of wakanda, i do what i want’,” you gently mock. your soft laugh coercing a giggle out of shuri’s lips, “to what do i owe the pleasure of her majesty’s great presence?”

she rolls her eyes, her lips dropping into a soft, fond smirk, “i can’t come to visit my wife, to whom my heart resides with? i do need to come to check in on her from time to time, s'thandwa.” she smiles. her eyes are boring into yours when her face comes to rest in the palms of her hands, her elbows placed on your kitchen counter as she regards you with the renowned intensity of the black panther.

your breath catches behind the camera and the viewer watches as shuri’s smirk grows over the stammers of your speech, “you’ve never even asked me to marry you,” you splutter flustered. “and your heart’s still your own…” your sentence trails off at shuri’s contemplative but amused expression. the queen is rising to her feet and making her way towards you, the camera’s gaze lowers to the floor but remains recording stagnantly between your bodies. slowly, she takes your hand in both of hers and lifts your knuckles to her lips, kissing them gently, unseen by the lens but scorched into your very being — every memory with her was.

the exhale that leaves your lips is soft, as words begin to trail out of her, brushing against the heated skin of your hands; words that heal wounds that have yet to manifest, settle the unsteady rhythm of your heart, caress the traumas of your youth, and continue to soothe the restlessness of your soul – washing away the boundaries between separate but familiar souls, guiding them to become one under the false veil of “forever”.

a sharp wail breaks through the atmosphere of your room, your trembling form curling pathetically like a baby in the womb – trying desperately to garner some semblance of comfort for the shattered shell of desolation you had become. the pulse of your heart is desperate, throbbing for the calm existence of life before pain, before her.

your lungs burn for oxygen as you use the heel of your palm to repeat firm, solid thumps against the pain in your chest. no one tells you that the heart you use to preserve the realisation of your love and nurture innocent youth, the one that overflows steadily with tenderness is the same heart that uses the pain of separation to fuel its anger, the caged animal raging with vengeance, screeching against the jagged bones of its cell.

no one told you that it would be like this.

i gave you all this time, gave you my everything. can’t put my trauma to the side; when you told me i was lying, had me feeling like i died, baby.

side b

i know that you miss all this love. maybe we should get back in touch. maybe you could make me over shiny and new.

shuri sits up with a gasp, the ringing in her ears deafening as she swings her feet over the edge of her bed to attempt to ground herself. the ache in her stomach is expanding, the anxiety crawling its way to her throat and she’s struggling to breathe, “my queen, it seems you are experiencing a severe panic attack, may i call for assistance?” griot sounds, vaguely registering from between the screams of her turbulent mind.

she’s gasping so hard that her ribs begin to ache, gripping the sheets beneath her to keep from crying out from the sheer force of the jagged claws that plunge into the cause of her sorrows over and over again. the dreamless heavy state of her short rest can only quell her broken state for so long.

all she can think about is you; your tenderness, your patience, your strength – her need for you. the tears are gathering on the lashes of her shut eyes, the force causing her head to pound rapidly, colours dancing behind the lids of her eyes, and she’s clenching her jaw to calm the storm breaking through her form.

she counts to ten until her world is eerily still, and everything is silent.

shuri forcefully exhales a deep breath and her senses tune back into the real world where she can hear the heavy knocks on the doors to her chambers, “'mkanikazi wam'... are you all right, mama?” aneka’s whispers are rapid, fearful, but firm, with an undertone of gentleness shuri thinks she doesn’t deserve.

“i’m fine, aneka, just a bad dream.” the lie falls from her mouth too easily, reflexively, but her voice is straining wetly, and her emotions are quickly rising to break her facade. she doesn’t wait for a response but hears the hesitant retreating footsteps of the dora when she's shakily exhaling, then she breaks.

her tears are falling mercilessly as her shoulders shake, and again, she is tempted to put on her suit to use the panther's claws to rip the organ out of her chest. the bothersome vessel only seems to mock her, steadily drawing on its hinges to taunt her with temporary relief just to rear its true animosity.

and for a split second, a second quickly washed away by the instantaneous remorse and shame, she wishes she had left her heart buried with her mother.

but she also knows she doesn’t deserve that kind of relief – she needs it to hurt, to remind her how she hurt you, she craves it almost. she’s sobbing into the walls around her, surrounded by a strong nation weighed down by the excruciating pain of their mother, their protector. shuri’s voice is unrecognisable as the words uncontrollably dig their way out of her aching throat, calling out to you, echoing painfully through the only medium she knows.

“bast, please.”

lucid dreaming i dream about you, do you ever dare dream about me? when i talk to god i ask about you.

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