#riri williams black panther

[axailslink]

"Don't look over there. Look at me"

Your honor they're girlfriends and we're their devoted wives.

[shurismainbxtch]

I love them so bad😩 The way Shuri protects her🥹

[quintessencewrites]

Y-Yes, Daddy pt. 2

stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”

Warnings: 18+!!! SMUT HEAVY, with some plot, edging, daddy kink, mommy kink, public sex???, explicit language, dom!Shuri, switch!Riri, switch! reader, breeding kink, rope bunny shit?, slight bdsm, squirting, oral sex (reader and Shuri receiving), rough sex, slight degrading, praise kink as always, brat!Riri, brat tamer!reader/Shuri, probably so many that I missed...

Word Count: 7.7k+

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A/N: THIS IS FILTHY...lmao enjoy!

Riri was staring a heat so intense into the back of your head, you could feel it. You felt the burning move south, from your head down the nape of your neck, straight to the plumpness that swayed with every step you took. 

Ahead of you, Shuri watched your hips rock. Her eyes were glued on you, begging you to look up at her. Riri’s gaze was begging you to turn around. You didn’t respond to either; your stride quickened as you walked past the princess and out of reach of the smaller stud. 

“Why she acting like she ain’t see us?” Riri approaches Shuri, the question falling from her lips. 

“She probably didn’t see you, fun-size. But I know she seen me.” A mix of emotions overtakes the Wakandan at that moment. Did they do something to offend you? Upset you? 

Riri lets the insult roll off her back. She was too concerned with whatever was going on with you. “So if she seen you, why she walk right past you?”

“I don’t know, baby. We gon find out?”

Poor Ri was spiraling with worry. She liked you; she really liked you. They both did. It didn’t take much for the little genius to figure they did something wrong. You three had been in such a good place these past couple of weeks. This switch around was so sudden. 

“Hell yeah, nigga.”

Shuri sat in your desk chair, legs spread. Her back rested against the curve of the seat, hands rested in the crotch of her sweatpants. While her thin leg flexed with a bounce, the silver grill in her mouth glistened with the suck of her teeth. “She was supposed to be here by now, Ri.”

Riri was spread across your bed on her back, feet kicked up in the air and phone in hand. “Nigga, I know this. You know this. Fuck you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to stop calling me that, first of fucking all.”

“No. Nigga. And we wouldn’t be sitting here wondering where she was if you wasn’t hesitating to give her your little kimoyo beads.”

“This right here is why I was hesitant. I don’t think she serious bout fucking with us. I’m not giving my tech to any ole body.” The pace in Shuri’s leg quickened. She didn’t believe the shit coming out her mouth, but she’d convinced herself that you were gonna come in and dump them. Could you dump them? She and Riri talked about making it official, but they hadn’t yet. No time felt like the right time. 

You unlocked the door to your dorm room with the weight of the world on your shoulders. The last thing you were expecting was to see Riri and Shuri there, making themselves at home. 

Shuri’s chocolate-colored eyes looked delicious as they pierced into you. Riri’s mocha orbs felt just as intense. 

“Hey, usana. Welcome home.” Shuri’s voice was daunting; it sounded anything but welcoming. 

“H-hey, Shuri. Ri. What are yall doing here? How yall get in?” The heavy ass bag on your shoulders thudded to the ground with an audible sound. Riri winced at the weight you must’ve been carrying around all day. Her demeanor towards you softened as she sat upright. 

“You gave me the spare, baby-” Riri’s words were so sweet, a stark contrast to the pissed-off royal.

“Yiza apha, y/n.” Shuri’s hands beckoned you toward her, those beautiful brown eyes still staring at you harshly. 

Your brows bore the question your mouth couldn’t. “Come here,” she repeated with a low growl from the back of her throat. 

The hesitation in your steps was evident. On the tips of your toes, you made your way to Shuri in slow motion. When you got close enough for her to reach, the princess held out her hand, guiding you the rest of the way until you were seated in her lap and your feet no longer touched the floor. 

Her long tender fingers traced along your jawline, touching you so tenderly. You melting into her hold was involuntary, but more than welcome. A sweet sigh escaped you; you knew these girls, your girls, would take care of you after such a long day. 

When your eyes flutter shut, Shuri’s tender touch becomes rough. The gentle tracing along your chin turns into a tight grip. Your head tilts to the side under Shuri’s guide until your lips are inches away from hers. 

You lean forward, yearning to close the gap between the two of you, but Shuri’s grasp holds you in place. 

“Open your eyes, usana.” Her whisper is low enough for only you to hear and when you obey, you get a sight full of hurt in the royal’s gaze. Darkness swims in her ducts, tears threatening the brim. 

“You don’t want us?”

Her question catches you off guard and you feel your heart stutter. “W-what?”

She doesn’t answer you, dropping her hold on your face. You turn to see Riri’s expression just as dreary. “You guys think I don’t want you?”

Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”

Shit… Your bottom lip rolls into your mouth while your brain wracks for an excuse or two. Riri pushes off the bed, chains ringing together when her feet hit the floor. In two steps, she’s standing above you. Her thumb runs across your mouth slowly, seductively. You gasp when she pulls your lip out of your mouth. “Answer her.”

Even angry, the two girls ooze a sexiness beyond belief. “I-I, um.”

“Use your words,” Riri speaks again. Shuri sits back, enjoying the sight of her Ri taking the lead. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you guys.”

Shuri’s hands squeeze around your hips, adjusting you in her lap so you’re straddling her. “Then why’d you ignore us, y/n?”

“Shuri, I-”

Her raised brows cut you off before her words do. “Do you want this, y/n? Do you want us? You wanna make this official?”

You don’t need a single second to think before you respond. “Yes, I want this, I absolutely want this. I want you, both of you.” And it was the truth. Shuri and Riri were all that was on your mind for weeks, either at the same time or the two of them separately. Either way, you wanted them all to yourself. 

Shuri’s attempt at hiding her smirk fails, miserably. “Good, then you know how to address me.”

You feel your own smile spread, your tense muscles relaxing at her change in demeanor.

“Daddy,” You start again. Shuri hums in approval and nods her head for you to continue. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you two. We been kicking it, having a good time, right?” You sound so small. 

“Yeah, in the safety of one of our dorms. Why we gotta hide your pretty ass?” Riri stays in the lead, hands running up and down your sides. 

“Because it's tons of bitches who want y’all and I’m not trying to be thrown in the middle of that.”

“Who gives a damn about them?” Shuri’s sudden outburst makes you jump in her arms, while Riri rubs her soothing touch in an attempt to calm you. 

“Nigga, hush. I got this.” The explicit girl turns towards you. “Who gives a damn about them?”

Shuri’s eyes roll, but she stays quiet.

“I do, Ri. I’m not trying to get my ass jumped over you two fine asses. We can just keep what we got going on hush and be at peace.”

The intelligent princess laughs underneath you. “Jumped? Baby, nobody’s touching a pretty hair on your pretty head.”

“Yeah, baby, I wish a bitch would.” 

“Shut up, Ri. All they gotta do is take your step stool and you defenseless.”

“Nigga, I been letting you take little jabs here and there all damn day-”

“And I keep telling you bout calling me that slur. Imma wash your mouth out with soap.”

The two of them argue back and forth as if you weren’t seated between them. With Shuri’s head leaned back and her attention on Riri, her bare neck was exposed to you and before you could think about it, your tongue was tracing the cocoa-colored skin. 

“Ri, you gonna get bent over my-shittt, baby.”

You lift your head, lashes fluttering innocently. “So, what? Y’all gonna protect my little ass?”

Shuri’s hands are gripping your backside harshly. “There ain’t nothing little ‘bout it.” Her grill flashes at you and you long to feel the cool metal against your-

Riri’s calloused hands snake around your body, one at your throat and the other on your tits. She uses her hold on your neck to throw your head back until your eyes meet hers. “Yeah, baby. We gon protect you.”

“Promise?”

The smile your words pull from the small girl is contagious. “Yes, baby girl. I promise.”

Shuri is still focused on your behind when you turn back to her. “Promise, Shuri?”

“Isithembiso, usana (Promise, baby). Can I taste you now?”

Shuri finds your laughter so intoxicating. She feels the air around her thin as the sound rings out of you. “I got one more question first, Shuri.”

You’re purposefully dismissing her title every time you address her, knowing the punishment for your disobedience would later be delicious. 

“What is it, usana?”

“Y’all gonna want a bunch of pda now? I ain’t ready for all that. We don’t even gotta do that couple shit in public at all.”

Mischief dances behind Shuri’s eyes when she makes contact with Riri’s. “Pda like what, my love? Pda like this?”

Her long, tattooed fingers slide between your two bodies, brushing past your clothed core so lightly, you shudder. 

“Or pda like this?” Riri rasps as she brings her lips down to the back of your neck, kissing gently.

“Or,” Shuri’s touch traces back up until her lengthy phalanges wrap around the entirety of your throat. “Pda like the way you bout to be punished? You want that shit on display?”

 She squeezes a bit and you can feel your pussy growing wet at the feel. “You want everyone on campus to see the way your pussy bout to get spanked? How you bout to cum until you’re begging to stop?”

As crazy as it is, the thought brings forth an unholy moan from you.

“Oh, you into that shit?” Shuri taunts you, ready to watch you come apart in her lap. 

“Yeah, daddy. I might be,” is your breathy response while your thighs beg to squeeze together to ease the pressure the girls have built within you. 

“Is that what you want? Me to ease in between these thick ass thighs with an audience?”

Riri kisses down the back of your neck gently, her tongue tracing the very spots her lips just touched as she makes her way back up to your ear. Her teeth grazing it cause you to yelp and underneath her warm breath, you sink further into Shuri’s touch. 

“Well, if that’s what you want, baby, that’s what you ain’t getting.”

Her words jolt you. “Wait, Ri. What?”

The smaller girl ignores your shock. “Let’s go, Shuri.”

Even Shuri is taken aback. “Let’s go?”

Riri’s head nod is sharp as it points Shuri towards the door. “I didn’t stutter.”

With a far-too-gentle kiss on your lips, the princess lifts you from her lap and stands to leave. Riri takes a tender step toward you, preparing to part ways with her own goodbye kiss. 

“I like you a lot, y/n. I don’t say that shit to just anybody. But I wanna like you in public. I’m tired of keeping you in the dark, man. I don’t got shit to hide, baby and I got an artillery full of shit if a bitch wanna try you.”

She pecks your lips in between her words. 

“So whenever you ready for that, we right here. A’ight?” 

Her steps away from you feel like betrayal and before you can speak, she and Shuri are out the door.

“Y’know you not gonna be able to resist her long, right?” Shuri digs her hands into her pockets as she and Riri walk away from your room. 

“Nah, I know. But it’ll be fun watching her get all pent up while I try.”

Their denial of you goes beyond the bedroom. When you pass them in the halls and don’t feel their gazes on you, your heart sinks. Day by day, your outfits get riskier and raunchier, and still, they ignore you.

Or so you think. Shuri is well aware of your body and its every movement. The panther’s ears pick up every time your foot grazes the ground, heel to toe. She notices every bounce of your bosom and every quiver from your thighs with each step. 

With the passing days, the princess’s patience thins. You looked so good with the way you strutted about campus in a shirt cut way too low and pants that hugged you way too tight. She wasn’t complaining at the fact that she could see every detail of your ass through the jeans that were practically painted onto your frame. She was complaining about the fact that everyone else could also see it. 

Denying you also meant denying Shuri, at least for Riri. If she gave in to the persuasive Wakandan, then she would be swayed to give in to you. So while you’d been given restricted access to the girls, Shuri was also being kept at arm’s length. 

“I can’t get none from either of my girls?” Shuri was physically pained. She was trying so hard to side with Riri, but she didn’t give a damn whether or not you wanted her at that moment because, my God, the way she wanted you was fierce. 

“Nigga, you can’t get none from y/n. You can’t get none from me because you devilish with them fingers and I don’t know how to tell your ass no. I don’t give a damn who you get it from to hold yourself over.”

So Shuri went looking for something to hold her over. The pretty broad standing in front of her wasn’t shit compared to you or Riri. She couldn’t even hold a good enough conversation to keep the princess’s attention. 

Shuri was trying hard to not look bored. She had to try even harder to not cringe when the girl leaned in so her breasts brushed against Shuri’s stomach. Her hands reached up to tug on the white-gold chain dangled around Shuri’s tattooed neck. 

The royal didn’t bother hiding her eyes when they wandered to you, entering the caf. Look over, she begged silently. Just glance at her and give her an excuse to leave this chick’s touch. 

You couldn’t read minds, but your obedience made Shuri smile. When your eyes rested on hers, taking in her figure, and the hands that grazed against it, you’d reached your limit. Shuri loved the way you looked, walking over to her, anger etched across your beautiful face. 

You hadn’t thought this through. What were you gonna do when you approached her?

“S-Shuri.” The chime of your voice was music to her ears, especially when you spoke her name so gingerly. 

“Y/n,” she returned in her low rasp. The girl that stood between you was clearly annoyed. Who the hell were you to be interrupting her precious Shuri time?

Your pretty, manicured hand reached out to grasp the thin white tee Shuri bore. “Can we talk?” It was more a command than a request, especially when you dragged her away by her collar and out of the grasp of the girl who didn’t stand a chance. 

The corner by the back doors of the caf didn’t offer nearly enough privacy. You could feel several eyes on you and Shuri as you made your way to the semi-discreet space. 

“Who is she?” You kept your voice low enough so that only Shuri could hear. Her expression towards you was amused and it only pissed you off more. 

Shuri didn’t speak. She couldn’t; far too entranced with every feature of your face. Your lips were poised into a plump pout and it took every ounce of self-control she had to not lean in and bite them. The way your eyes were so round, so needy as they looked up at her grabbed at her heart and refused to let go. 

“Shuri? Who is she?” Your fingers snapping in her face brought her attention back to the forefront. 

“She’s nobody,” Shuri responded with a slick lick to her lips. “You look good, baby.”

Her compliment didn’t go unheard and the dark scarlet hue they brought to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. “She didn’t look like nobody. You just let nobody grab on you like that?”

The Wakandan was mute again. 

“Shuri, I’m tired of playing these games.”

“What games?”

Your frustration was visible now and you didn’t know whether to express it through tears or through screams. 

When you stomped your foot instead, Shuri’s stifled laughter was almost grounding for you. 

“These games, Shuri. I don’t want you to keep ignoring me. I want you. You and Riri. Publicly, privately, whichever, I don’t care. I want you. I don’t want nobodies touching on you in the way I should be. In fact, how about I go rip ‘nobody’s’ tracks out for staring at me like she is, BITCH WHAT'S UP?” You couldn’t fight, but with the mix of emotions swimming amongst you, the threat makes its way out, loud enough for the broad who had Shuri’s attention before to scoff. 

Shuri knew you couldn’t take a punch and she didn’t feel like throwing any to defend your mouth. Her hands grazed up and down your arms. “A’ight, baby girl. Enough of that. Look at me, look at me, baby.”

Your eyes burned a fierce fire when they finally reach Shuri’s. “You want me, y/n?”

“Yeah, Shuri. I want you.”

That delicious grill gleamed at you when her lips parted into a smile. “Show me, then.”

Without a second thought, with no hesitation, your lips crash into hers. In front of everyone, even the girl who thought she had a chance, you slip your tongue into Shuri’s mouth and let your hands slip up her shirt to grip and scratch down her abs.

Mmhm, Shuri moans from deep in her throat. “Baby, baby,” she calls, separating herself from you. “I know I said I’d fuck you in front of an audience, but I didn’t have the caf in mind.”

Your eyes roll at her playful words. “Fine, then. Where’s Ri?”

Her long arms snake around your waist and pull your body into hers. “I don’t know. I look like Riri’s keeper?”

“Yes, actually. I know she got them little beads. Where she at?”

Shuri’s body recoils. “Little beads? My advanced technology isn’t just some ‘little beads.’ I created tech that isn’t even fathomable to you Americans-”

“Until I get a bracelet, I don’t care. Where’s Ri?”

The princess looks ready to lecture you. With a lift of her wrist and a couple of grumbles, she pulls up a hologram of the campus map. On it is a small red dot, moving through the courtyard. 

You turn to slip out the back doors and avoid the dozens of eyes piercing you from every direction. Shuri’s hand claps your ass with a jiggle before you walk off and she bites her lips at the sight. The only thing crossing her mind is the way it’s going to shake tonight when she bends you over.

Riri’s back is facing you when you catch up to her. She stops for a moment to glance at her phone with a frown and you take the chance to slip your arms around her neck.

“Hey, mamas.”

Your voice brings a smile from the small girl as she turns towards you. “What’s up, y/n?”

“I want you.”

“You want me?” Riri’s confusion is evident.

Your head full of curls bounces when you nod. “I want you. I want you to be mine and I wanna be yours. All that cute shit.”

“I imagined this shit would be more romantic.”

When you suck your teeth and shake your head, your curls sway even more and Riri bites her lip at the sight. She had been missing you so bad these past few days. To be honest, she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to last. The girl with an iron heart was ready to tap out.

So when the urge to kiss you overtakes her, she doesn’t ignore it. It only takes a second for Riri to pull you close and bring your lips together. You sigh deeply at the gesture. Oh, how you’d missed these lips.

Behind you, the gentle tickle of a hand draws a moan from your distracted lips. “A’ight now, not too much without me.” Shuri’s touch is lighter than her words. The sight the three of you must’ve been in the middle of the courtyard for all to see.

Riri pulls away, dropping her hands from your hips. “You got any more classes today, baby?”

“I had one, but I’m kind of willing to skip it…”

“How about you don’t skip it and go get the education you paying for?” Shuri asks, her long, slender fingers still drawing shapes into your exposed back. 

The sound of your teeth sucking against your lips pulls Shuri’s hand from your back and lands it at your throat. “Chill on that disrespect, baby. I been adding up your punishments in my head. You already in the double digits.”

You’re frozen in place by her quick movements and slick threats. Your nod in compliance earns you a peck on your nose and a dismissive ‘good girl’. “Get to class. We’ll see you after.”

Shuri and Riri hang behind, watching you with no shame as you stray away from them. They’re practically drooling at the sight of your swaying hips and your gravity-defying ass. 

They watch in silence until you’re no longer in view. Shuri turns to her short girl. “So you done denying me now, Ri?”

“You miss me that bad?”

“Yeah, I did. Had slimy bitches touching on me cuz you wanna fuck around.”

The two girls fall in step together, walking close enough that their arms are brushing. “Nigga, you the one that went out looking for another bitch. That shit fall on you.”

“You told me to!”

“And you listened? C’mon, Princess. I thought you was smarter than that. You know where home is.”

Shuri bites her lips at Ri’s words, letting her walk slightly ahead, watching her cheeks rise and fall with her steps. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then bring your dumbass home.”

Out of the three, you were the only one without a roommate. How you’d managed to swing that, you had no idea, but it meant your dorm was the spot for all of your secret rendezvous. This time was no exception, however, you weren’t participating. 

Your statistics class dragged on and you didn’t anticipate the surprise awaiting you behind that closed door. With a click of the lock, you were welcomed with a delicious sight. 

Riri sat in your desk chair this time, legs spread. Shuri’s curly head was buried between them, lapping as if her life depended on it while Riri moaned loud and proud.

“You bitches started without me?”

Your words were low compared to the noise Riri was making, but of course, the panther’s ears caught them. With a kiss to Ri’s clit that made her shudder, Shuri stood and approached you. 

Her long arm reached to shut the door fully behind you and lift your heavy bag from your shoulders. Then, with movements so quick, you barely caught them, she had you pressed against the closed door by your neck. “Repeat that, baby. I don’t think Riri heard you.”

The fear caused by her swiftness evaporated into moans that filled the air around you. Your hesitation made Shuri squeeze just a bit harder, knowing you could take it. “Go on,” she said slowly as her free hand moved to unbutton the jeans from around your waist and slip her hand in. 

“Say it again.” Her fingers moved harshly and rapidly to your clit, giving you no time to prepare. She squeezed the little bud and slipped past it, throwing two fingers so deep into your wet cunt that you arched under her touch. 

“Repeat yourself, y/n.”

“I-I said y-you started without m-me, oh, fuck, Shuri.” She was so deep, moving so fast, so close to coaxing you to your first orgasm in weeks. 

A third finger pushes against your walls and you welcome it graciously. “That’s not what you said, baby. What did you call us? C’mere, Ri. You gonna like this.”

Riri approaches slowly, still naked from the waist down. Her pussy is soaked, so much so that the wetness runs down her inner thighs. “What did you call us?”

Shuri’s fingers pick up inhumane speeds and you can feel yourself splashing and squeezing around her.  

“You squeeze me so damn good, baby. Now be a good girl. Repeat yourself.”

Your voice is practically a whisper. “Bitches,” you moan quietly. “I-I said you bitches started w-without me. Fuck, Shuri, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Shuri kisses your lips with faux gentleness. “Oh, baby, no you not.”

A long whine escapes you when she pulls her fingers from your heat and you feel your impending orgasm subside. The sight of her throwing those same fingers into her mouth to suck on your taste makes your body quiver. 

“I’m sorry-” your attempt to apologize for your words is laughable. 

“You in too deep now, y/n, baby,” Riri mumbles against your neck, tugging on the hem of your shirt until it’s lifted above your head and thrown in the corner. Your pants are next and she can’t stop her brows from jumping to the top of her face when you turn up pantiless underneath. 

“Oh,” she chuckles dryly. “Oh, a’ight.”

Shuri walks back over to wrap her arms underneath your thighs and lifts you with ease. She throws you onto your bed with a bounce and stands back in awe of your perfect body. 

“Safeword. Cuz you gonna need it.”

Oh, fuck. “Um, red.”

“Red?” Shuri questions.

Riri smiles at your bouncing curls with the bob of your head. “My favorite color.”

“I know.” You bite your lip at the girl, hoping and praying she would be your saving grace. 

“Okay, red then. Same for you, Ri?”

“Yeah, just make it red all around. Why I need a safe word, though?”

“Cuz you don’t know how to address me by my name either.” The bed sinks with Shuri’s added weight as she sits straddling you.

“Nigga, I’m not calling you daddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to. It’s that damn slur you keep throwing around.”

Before Riri can respond, Shuri grabs at the string behind your bed that draws the blinds. The room brightens as the sunlight washes over it. Three floors down, the campus is crawling with bodies going to and fro without a care in the world.

“What the hell are you doing?” Riri voices the very question you were about to ask. 

Shuri’s stare down at you shakes your core. She gathers both your hands in one of hers and holds them above your head. With a quick knot, your wrists are bound together by the thin string, pinning you in place and keeping the blinds up. 

Riri’s question goes unanswered when Shuri takes her hands and separates your thighs. Your wet pussy is so pink, so pretty, glistening at Riri, summoning her. 

“You been wanting this shit for days, right Ri? C’mon, baby. Come taste.”

The way Riri licks her lips at the sight of you, so exposed, so vulnerable, and unable to do a damn thing about it. She’s practically drooling as she makes her way over and the bed shifts again with her added weight. 

Before her tongue touches you, her fingers do and they drag down your core at an agonizing pace. When she grazes your slit, she nearly slips right in due to the wetness that runs from you. Your moan is deep and both girls grow wetter at the sounds you make. 

Riri pops her finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and her eyes roll back at your taste. The very taste she’s craved every night for many nights. Her head dips between your thighs and at the flick of her tongue against your clit, your hands pull at the string restricting them, wanting so badly to grip the back of her head and push her deeper. 

Her tongue traces a teasing trail over both of your puffy lips before dipping into your slit, curving and getting a mouthful of your taste. Riri’s tongue was a sinful thing and the way she used it was an even greater sin. 

The way she lapped and licked made you writhe against your restrictions. Shuri’s long, thin fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs, prying them apart. The more you moaned, the more Ri slurped. Her sounds were so lewd and your body reacted just as expected. 

“Lube her up, Ri. She gon need to be nice and wet for me,” Shuri’s voice was breathy, her own pussy growing wet at the noises you and Riri were making. Ri’s hum in confirmation shook your inner core, pulling you closer to the edge. 

“Shit, shit, Ri, baby, hold on,” Your pleas were slurred, the intoxication and affection mixing like a cocktail in your veins. Too bad your words meant nothing to the girl and her task at hand. Your pussy was her drug and she wanted to experience a levitating high. 

Your poor cunt was soaked; Riri’s cheeks glistened in your slick. Her tongue flattened against your swollen clit, her pretty brown lips kissing on your pretty brown ones. The warmth of her mouth grew the fire in you the moment she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked. Your orgasm leaked from your sex, your legs quivering and shaking like an earthquake. 

“Ooh, cum on her face, y/n. Be a good girl,” Shuri’s rasps were full of praise and Riri refused to separate from your cunt, the wetness coating her face and collecting in a pool underneath you.

“That’s my good girl,” Shuri’s praises drawled on, drowned under the screech of your gasps and moans. “Ahh, fuck, Ri, shit, shit. That’s go-good, ma, I-I’m good,” your stutters were weak; your orgasm subsided, and yet, Riri still refused to let you escape her mouth. Not until she decided you were finished. Your hips wiggled, and your thighs vibrated, trying so hard to escape Ri’s tongue and catch your breath. 

Of course, she couldn’t part without a sultry goodbye kiss to your center. “That pretty pussy.” Her voice was low when she finally sat up, pulling the hem of her shirt up to wipe her mouth dry. 

Your muscles finally relaxed and the ache in your shoulders became evident. “Shuri, can you untie me? Please?”

The panther slips from behind you and off the bed, pulling the clothes from her oh-so-sexy body, piece by piece. Her rough hands caress your cheeks, cupping your chin and bringing your face to hers. “Oh, usana. No.”

“No?” Right below your window, campus was roaring with a sea of people. All they had to do was look up… 

Riri climbs behind you, rubbing soothing shapes into your bareback with her nails. The action draws a hiss from you and her hands wander to your front, mimicking the shapes on your stomach. Her fingers crawl up to your breasts and there they stay, toying with the piercings adorning your nipples. “You so pretty. I ever tell you that, y/n, baby?”

A deep moan precedes your words. “All the time, ma.”

“She is so pretty, isn’t she? And she gon be so fucking pretty with my cock hilt deep in her.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Shuri stood in front of you, only wearing her boxers. A monster of a cock is strapped to her toned thighs, ready to be buried into you. She bore a delicious smirk at your widened eyes. Even Riri’s eyes grew a few sizes. 

“Shuri, what the fuck?”

“What, ma? What’s the problem?”

Riri hesitates at the pet name, though you catch the groan it brings from the back of her throat. “Your first time strapping her and you choose that one?”

Your curious eyes look up at the girl still playing with your bosom. “You’ve taken that one before?” You dart your gaze back to Shuri. “You’ve fucked her with that?”

Shuri steps closer, allowing you to see the detailed purple veins pulsing in the faux dick. “Once or twice.”

“She take it?”

“Like a fucking champ,” Shuri’s answer was littered with moans at the flashback of Riri bouncing on her. 

Your heart races when you spread your legs just a little further. “Then I can take it.”

The princess reaches the bed at this point, crawling towards you on all fours. Her curls hide her darkened eyes and the muscles in her upper arms and neck flex with each movement. She truly looked like a panther stalking its prey. “Oh, you can take it, baby?”

She rose to her knees, eyes baring into yours as she did. “You not gon run from me? You gon let me punish this pretty pussy?” Her hand rose to administer a slap to your cunt, one that caused you to squeeze your thighs together. Pain and ecstasy swam through you and your head fell back against Riri’s shoulder at the feeling. 

“Nah, baby, see? That’s already a problem for me. Aye, Ri?”

“Wassup?”

Shuri leaned forward until her lips were brushing against Riri’s. The smaller girl closed the gap, crashing their mouths together into a heated kiss. Their tongues fought against one another, neither willing to relinquish dominance. Finally, Shuri pulled away, leaving Riri gasping and a thin string of spit still connecting them. “Hold her open for me?”

Riri’s nod was absent-minded. “I got you.”

Shuri came eye to eye with you and lined herself up with your center. “You gon be a good girl?” 

She brushed her tip against your slit, coating it in your wetness. “Y-yes, shit. Yes, imma be good.”

She chuckled dryly at your response. “You already fucking up, baby. C’mon, you know better. Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” Your voice was small with anticipation. 

“Yes, what?” Shuri repeated, lining up with your center and bracing herself, a hand on either side of your thigh. 

“Yes, daddy.”

Her forehead rested against yours, her voice low and raspy. “One more time, usana.”

“Yes, da-oh, fuck!”

Shuri pushed into you mid-sentence. The thrust was supposed to be hard, she wanted you to take her entirely all at once. The way your pussy gripped around her shaft threw her plans straight out the window behind you. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”

“Y-you can feel me? How-”

“The strap, baby. Vibranium,” Riri mumbles in your ear. Her eyes can’t be torn away from the sight before her. Shuri pushes deeper into you, your moans mixing into a beautiful melody that Riri can’t get enough of. 

The Wakandan’s chest heaves. Her arms feel like they’re going to collapse from under her; the sensation of your pussy, the way you’re squeezing her, can be felt throughout her whole body. Riri reaches around you, grabbing Shuri’s hips and pulling them forward. You both almost melt. 

“What you hesitating for? Fuck her,” Ri’s impatient words fill the princess’s ears and all Shuri can do is nod. She pulls out of you, catching her breath for a moment and allowing you to do the same. You don’t get any warning before she’s back in it, thrusting and gasping louder than you.

Each thrust pushes the cock the size of a forearm even further until your little cunt swallows the whole thing. “Shit,” you squeal, high-pitched and piercing the air. Shuri’s hands gravitate to the spot where your thighs meet your hips and they latch on, keeping her up while she pumps you. 

“S-so good, baby. You’re taking me so good.”

Words don’t form, though you tell them to. “Don’t get quiet on me now, baby. You got so much mouth on you. Tell me how it feels. T-tell me how good I feel.”

Shuri’s vulgar words are met with only moans. Her pumps are deep and slow, sultry. The tip of her thick cock digs at your cervix. Your thighs are screaming at you to close them, your arms begging you to let them down. All you can do is scream back. 

It only takes two more pumps before your moans reach octaves that no human should reach. Your breathing draws closer together and Riri can see the wetness beginning to pour out of you. “She coming, Shuri.”

“A-already? Not so soon, baby. Hold it.”

There she go again with that ‘hold it’ shit.

Though this time, you did try. You clenched around her, begging your orgasm to wait. You didn’t need any more reason to be punished. 

Shuri’s eyes rolled back at the feel of you tightening around her even further. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, baby girl.” 

“I-I can’t h-hold it.” You sounded like an incoherent drunk. Neither girl acknowledged your words because they couldn’t understand them. The sound of skin slapping soon turned into the sound of splashing around Shuri’s cock. The sheets flooded beneath the three of you. The extra slick allowed Shuri’s thrusts to become more fluent and they just picked up speed. 

Your wet pussy begged for a break, but your mouth couldn’t form a sentence. Shuri’s, however, could. “You taking this shit so good baby. Yeah, yeah take this dick. Lemme watch, lemme see that fat pussy around my cock.”

“Damn, Shuri,” Riri gasped at her vulgarity, squeezing her own thigh’s together as her wet pussy ached for some kind of contact. 

“Lemme fuck you, baby. Lemme see that hole swallow this thick cock. It’s so damn wet y/n, your creamy ass pussy squeezing me like that. You hear that shit? You hear how fucking wet you are?”

Shuri was so fucking close. Her ego was massive at the waterfall your cunt continuously produced. The sound of her hips slapping yours, of your drenched pussy, it was music to her fucking ears. Your moans fed her and she was insatiable. 

“Imma cum in this pussy, y/n. Fuck, baby. That okay? I can fill your pretty pussy to the brim and watch it all leak back out?”

“Y- c-can’t geh m- p-pregnant, r-right?” Shuri laughed at your slurs. She was sky high knowing she had fucked you drunk, had you fucking stupid over her cock. 

“Nah, baby. N-Nah, but y-you take me so good, I kinda wish I could.”

“T-then fi-me up, daddy,” You were barely coherent, but Shuri understood you well enough to know that you’d given her the okay. Her thrusts were beyond sloppy at this point. There was no rhythm, no method to her madness, but they still dug deep into you. “Uhh,” her groans prepared you for the warmth that filled your cunt after. Shuri’s cum poured into you, surrounding the thick toy that was still buried between your walls, and god, it was so much. 

The cock twitched within you, emptying her seed into your pussy and she pulled out of you with a delicious squelch. The cum she emptied so deep in you pooled out in a slow river from your center, collecting onto your already-wet sheets.

“Shit,” Shuri gasped at the sight, catching her breath. “You took that so fucking good, baby. And it won’t be the last time you take my dick.”

Mhm was the last thing you hummed before your eyes fluttered closed. The feel of hands around your wrists reopened them just as your body fell back into Riri, finally free of its restraints. “You good, baby?”

“I-I’m good, daddy.”

The burning in your arms and legs finally began to go away as your body relaxed in Riri’s warmth. 

Shuri tapped the small girl’s thighs. “Ri, c’mere, baby.”

Riri must’ve been feeling hella good today because she obeyed almost too easily. She climbed from beneath you, laying your body on the wet mattress below. 

“My turn?” Ri asked, moving around your body and laying her cheek against your stomach. Your hand gravitated to her head, fingers tracing the spaces between her cornrows. 

“Ewe, usana (Yes, baby).” Shuri brought her hand down hard to clasp Riri’s ass, causing her to hiss between those pretty teeth. “Come on, phezulu (up). You know how I like you.”

Riri met your gaze with a wink before she brought her hips up, throwing her round behind in the air and allowing Shuri full access. 

Watching Shuri align her strap with Riri’s opening was entrancing. Your hand stayed on Riri’s head and her fingers dug into your sides when Shuri finally pushed the thick piece into her. The toy was still covered in your slick, allowing the panther to shove the lubed device in its entirety into the poor girl. 

Her pumps were merciless and deep, throwing Riri’s little body forward into yours. If you were pretty being stuffed full of cock, Riri was fucking gorgeous. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’ and those big, round eyes refused to peel away from yours. 

Shuri was a rough lover and the way she fucked displayed every bit of that. Riri’s poor pussy was bound to be sore the next day, but right now, it was in heaven. Shuri’s fingers gripped at Ri’s hips, steadying herself and pulling Ri’s body to meet hers.

“Throw that shit back on me, Ri, baby. Show y/n how fucking good you take it. Yeah, show her how good you get fucked.”

Riri’s bottom lip was tucked away between her teeth. She’d take Shuri’s dick any day; happily taunting her in public and getting fucked into filth in private. But you switched up their dynamic. She wasn’t about to bitch beneath Shuri, not in front of you. She was ma, mamas, or mami (spelled with an I to be exact) if you were feeling her. Shuri needed to chill on this ‘baby’ shit. 

Shuri took Ri’s silence as a challenge. Her thrusts grew harder, pounding and bruising Riri’s cervix as you watched. “You not gon talk to me Ri? Huh?”

Riri was taking each pump like a champ. Her ass shook every time Shuri’s hips came in contact with it. You ran your fingers down her cheek and cupped them so gently around her chin. When you pulled her eyes to yours, you saw her hard demeanor crumble as a small moan escaped her. “You gon talk to me then, mamas? Tell me how good it feel. You taking it so good.”

Shuri’s movements stuttered at your words, sultry and low and so fucking sexy. This was a trap and Ri knew it. She shook her head and looked away, more willing to take Shuri in silence than to let her pride evaporate. 

Your hand slid even lower, clasping around Riri’s throat like a pretty necklace. “Talk to me, mami. I’m not asking this time.”

A brow climbed the sweaty pather’s face. Your voice, your movements, shit, they were enough to make her fold. 

And Riri did. Her bit lip was released and her stare up at you was pleading. “I-I’m so close, baby.”

“You close, mami?”

Shuri could feel Riri grow even wetter around her. She slipped in and out so easily, she actually feared she was going too deep. 

“Yeah, I’m close. It feel so fucking good.”

“You gon cum?” Your words were pushing Riri to the edge and matched with Shuri’s movements, shit, she wouldn’t last long. 

Riri nods, granting her a hard hand coming in contact with her cheeks. “Use your fucking words, Ri.” Shuri is growling now, almost over the edge with her own orgasm. 

“I’m gon cum, y/n.”

“You gon let me watch, ma? Lemme see that pussy clench around daddy’s dick? I just wanna see you cream. Make a pretty mess on that dick.”

Riri was already coming before you even finished your sentence. You could see Shuri’s cock disappear within Ri’s walls and come back out coated. Her grip on you tightened, her deep moans rapidly leaving her lips. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m fucking coming. Shuri, baby, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop. Fuck this shit outta me, fuck it all out of me.”

Shuri came at the same time, throwing her head back and slowing her thrusts. You could see her ab muscles twitch as she released deep in Riri’s pussy.  Their cum mixed, creating a big, white, creamy mess that soaked your mattress even deeper. 

The smaller girl collapsed first, throwing her body on top of yours, gasping for breath. Shuri sat down, resting her back against the wall while she struggled to regulate her breathing. “I-imma need a minute…” Riri’s voice trailed off. You planted a kiss on the top of her forehead while you moved from beneath her. 

“Daddy?” Your voice rang out so sweetly.

“Yeah, baby?”

“You got one more nut in you?” You were seated in front of her, hands running up and down her thighs, nails dragging along her skin. Her grill gleamed at you when her lips parted with her smirk. “What you want?”

“I wanna taste.”

Shuri shivered at the thought of your pretty lips around her cock. She imagined what your tongue would feel like licking her and Riri’s cum off her thick shaft. Her “Go ahead” was breathy with anticipation.

Your tongue swiped across your lips before you lowered them onto Shuri’s tip. Her groan encouraged you. The thick toy stretched your mouth the same way they stretched your cunt. With a long slurp, you popped the dick out of your mouth and swallowed the taste of your girls.

“Baby, you wanna close the blinds?”

The three of you had completely forgotten the open window, too caught up in each other’s bodies. The sun had begun setting, so surely, you weren’t as visible before. However, below stood a group of three guys, all totally mesmerized by the show they’d just gotten. 

“Ugh men,” you rolled your eyes, lowering your head back to Shuri’s shaft. “Nah, daddy. Let them watch.”

[liyawritesss]

hmm riri finding the perfect ring for you and then proposing hmmmm

ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

Characters: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Drabble

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: Normally vows are made at the altar, but Riri just can’t seem to wait till your decked out in white to swear her life to you.

Warnings: mild cursing 

A/N: This is honestly such a cute ask….i love Riri being a hopeless romantic and when she finds that one person she knows she’s gonna be with, there’s nothing stopping her from loving you in the way a wife would

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“I have a question.”

It’s the first thing said that breaks the silence that had been looming in Riri’s room for the past hour. It was a comfortable silence, spent with the two of you laying in each other's arms. You’d snuggled up under Riri’s side as she was entranced in a pretty intense basketball game on her gaming console, you busying yourself by watching TikToks on your phone when she had opened the floor for a conversation.

“Yeah?” You respond, still entranced in your phone.

Riri took a pause, her fingers stilling on her controller. She bites her lip, choosing the next words carefully.

“What does a ring mean to you?”

You find yourself stilling with your scrolling as well, eyebrows furrowing as you tear your eyes from your screen to look up at the girl you were cuddled under. Her eyes had stayed glued to the television screen; probably because if Riri were to return your gaze, the practiced prose she had conjured up would have flown out the window.

“What do you mean?” You asked, rightfully confused by her choice of words. A second passes before Riri completely pauses her game to direct her attention to you.

“If I got you a ring, what would it mean to you?”

Many people would say that nineteen was too young to know the person you’d want to spend forever with. At nineteen, you’re supposed to be finishing your first year of college. At nineteen, you’re supposed to be partying with your friends, drinking the night away, figuring out what you want your twenties to look like. 

At 19, you’re supposed to be taking risks. But Riri has had enough of taking risks.

You’d been the first good thing to happen to Riri in a long time. Since the death of her best friend. Since the whole ordeal with Wakanda and Talokan. And in the two years of knowing you, and the year of dating you, if anything had become more certain to the young engineer, it was that the way she felt about you was the kind of love her mother and step-father had. The kind of love you could feel from miles away, intense and all-knowing. And she had no intention of letting it go.

“I…I would love it, obviously,” you say, “i love anything you get me, Riri, even though I keep telling you I’on need nothin’-”

“-because having me is enough, yeah, yeah- that’s not the point.”

You move to sit up, and Riri helps you, snaking an arm around your waist, discarding her controller to the side as she puts all her attention on you now. She swears the thumping of her heart can be heard outside her body, it being so harsh and profound in her chest that it almost feels as if it shakes her being with each pump of blood in and out of the organ.

“What would it mean to you if I got you a ring?”

You took a moment, letting the thoughts swirl in your mind, trying to conjure up a response that would satisfy her. There isn’t a word imaginable that would describe the absolute joy you’d be in if the purpose of said jewelry piece was for what you thought it was for.

You took one of Riri’s hands into your own, the caramel velvet of her skin beautifully clashing with your own, molding together as if crafted to belong together. 

“It would mean the world to me,” you say, and you’re sure you had more words to say, but once your eyes lock with hers, they get lost in your throat. Perhaps it was the intensity of her stare, and the amount of love they’ve always had for you, or perhaps it’s the way she gently pulls her hand from yours to rest under your chin, focusing your attention onto her, “why?”

Because I have a promise ring under my pillow with our marriage date engraved inside the band. Because I love you fucking much I can’t see life without you anymore. I’ve lost too much. I can’t lose you. I want to promise to be with you until we can make it official.

“Look under my pillow over there,” Riri hums. 

There’s a tightness that rises in your chest; a good kind of tightness, anticipation for what you would find. The sound of rustling sheets fill the room as you reach up towards the head of the bed, a hand diving under the feather stuffed pillows, fishing around until your fingers curl around something small, cube like, velvet. You almost stall for a moment, but the hand on your lower back is a reminder that the anticipation you feel is maximized by ten for the engineer behind you. So you pull back, and with you comes the tiny jewelers box, as well as what you know to be inside of it.

A silence fills the room as your gaze switches between Riri and examining the velvet box in your hand. 

“It ain’t the real thing yet, but-” Riri begins, her hand slipping the box from yours and into her own, opening the top to reveal the ring inside. It takes a minute for you to recognize that it’s the same ring you’d been gawking at in one of the jewelry stores window displays downtown a month prior. If your calculations were correct, that ring would have cost her at least a band; and if she got herself one as well, then more.

She takes the ring from it’s plush white crevice inside the box, holding it up for the both of you to see, “-I figured it’d be enough til we get everything right.”

It takes everything in you to hold back the tears swelling in your eyes, begging to fall from your lids. Speaking would have surely opened the floodgates as well. All you could do was allow her to hold your hand as she slipped the jewelry onto your ring finger, fitting perfectly onto it.

“I ain’t letting you go, (Y/N),” Riri proclaims, as one hand interlocks with your now ringed hand and the other fishes under her hoodie to reveal the silver chain, which has another ring hanging from it, as you suspected, “but I swear when I get my shit together, there won’t be anything that’s gon’ stop me from asking you.”

And yet, with the glistening in your eyes, and the tightness of which you hold her hand, Riri already knows your answer.

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[nzia-writes]

•{Speak life unto me}•

RATED SLUTTY 18+

Sums: Riri let’s you practice a majorette dance routine in her garage while she remodels her prototype.

I feel like Dom would channel Riri in this manner. It’s a sappy little something that’s heavy with dialogue. You have been warned. Enjoy.

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Riri Williams

You draw a breath, trying your hand at Coach’s complex combination once more. You fail with ten steps off count, ten seconds off beat, and ten milliseconds from freaking out.

This is the 100th time and disappointment has been the only result. Come on man. Seems as if fuck-ups is what you run into and a fuck-up is what you are. What else do you call someone allergic to consistency within performance in life and in art?

Coach is gon’ tell me that my efforts ain’t worth a damn again.

Skylar, the captain, gon’ call me all sorts of expletives again.

Maybe they are right. You are not the dancer you presumed yourself to be. You aren’t exhorting enough passion. You aren’t going to succeed with a dancing major. You aren’t going to dethrone Skylar from her rank as captain. Not with all of this lack. So much lack.

“Imma failure, man,” you grit.

The shrill of Riri’s hand-held power tool spurs the cacophony all the more. There is too much going on. There is too much not going on. Failure. Tears. Doom. It is an incessant thought.

You have had enough.

A reverberant scream rattles every solid item within the garage. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck!” Your vocal chords give a roiling wave of heat.

A startled RiRi flips up her welding helmet and lays her tool on the floor. By the time your hollering simmers down, your big brown eyes leak with the pressures of failure and your edges coil from sweat; a newly installed thirty-six-inch buss down gone with the speed of light.

“Y/N.”

A boisterous scream again.

Riri jumps in fright. Damn.

You labored pants follow thereafter.

“I keep on and keep on failing! Busting my ass day in and day out. Still coming up short!” You yell. You yank up your duffle, lodging your belongings inside as aggressive as your body allows. Surely it allowed just the right amount. It wasn’t offering much in many other departments. Useless, it was.

As she powers off her prototype, Riri hesitantly speaks. She’d be damned if she triggered more rage and hurt. Then there’s two bitches arguing and one leaving. “Sugg.”

“Uh uh I’m leaving. I can’t keep doing it, Ri.”

“And what you plan on doing after?”

“Ion know! Lord knows these folks don’t wanna see me win. Lord knows I ain’t got the talent in me to win!” You zip your duffle and turn to Ri, face stricken with defeat. “I’m just tired. I’m not cut fah this shit, ya heard meh?”

“Rest. You need some,” Riri says. She’s so calm, you have no other choice but to be.

“Rest? You think the world gon’ let a nigga like me rest?! Outta’ yo’ damn mind. I’m out.” You turn to go.

“You need cooling and I got it for you. Come talk to me real quick.”

“Ri…”

“Come here, boo. Please.” Her eyes plead beneath fanned out eyelashes.

She removes her welding helmet and places it on the table congested with her quantum technology and hammers. Once she shakes out her box braids, she waves you over. Maybe..just maybe..entertaining what she has to say will end with weights being lifted.

Your bag slumps to the floor and you make your way to Riri. She keeps herself true to her concern and wipes away your tears the moment you are in arm's reach. She reeks of oil and burnt metal but her aura is sweet enough to mute the most unpleasant fumes.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this..” She leans against her work table while you stand before her. Her hands work with caution to fix your disheveled appearance. “Worryin’. Stressin’. You too pretty for that.” She then laughs a bit inwardly. “Got yo’ minks lifting like they got something smart to say.” She simply peels them off and sets them aside.

You persist with a hardened mug, ever the one to cradle rage until everyone feels it.

“Come here,” she sighs, inviting your rigidness into all of her softness, raising on her tiptoes to wrap the parts of you in need of double love. “Let that shit out, sugg. You owe yourself that much.”

She is right. You do. Your rage has cracked a series of dams, but Riri’s love has cracked many more. You whimper and squeeze her small frame tight. “I love you, girl.” The words shake as you inhale. “I love you s-so much.” You squeeze tighter, rocking from side to side.

When the tough battles are fought, she’s the only man standing, willing to fight with you no matter who the enemy may be. She’s going to step about her Sugg.

“Imma always be here when everybody else ain’t, you understand me?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. She coaxes with back rubs and encouraging words until the sniffles are no more. You both soon separate to lean on the table side by side. Her fingers brush yours.

“Whatever rage you feelin’, you entitled to feel. Let it all out, much as you can.”

“Tell that to my mama. To coach. To that doghead bitch Skylar.”

Their hatred and high expectations have silenced your innermost parts. The Y/N you strive to be. And you keep silenced to keep safe, for life has become something that needs to be survived. Not lived.

Riri frowns. Your strength is admirable. You were forced to the bottom at such a young age, unheard and treated unfairly, yet here you stand with the dignity of a knight. She has sworn to sit for hours if it means you are being seen and heard and validated. She will be the change you need to see if no one else will.

“The only way out of this hurt is into it. You gotta face it.” As harsh a truth it is, life will not progress until it is experienced.

“Please… ion know the first thing about facing life. I’ve hid from most of it.”

“It ain’t something you know how to do, it’s something you learn to do. I’m here to help you find your way back. Always.” She slides her hand in yours. Squeezes softly.

“Thank you..so much.”

“That’s what I’m supposed to do. Now go ahead. Tell me how you feel. I wanna hear your heart.”

“I just got too many folks praying on my downfall. Especially back home where my mama swears my dance major ain’t worth it. No support from them unless it’s to flaunt their lavish lifestyle.”

That’s that shit right there, Riri thinks. Makes her want to disrespect your entire bloodline. But she holds back for your sake. You love them, after all. “Listen here.” She turns your face toward her, eyes locked.

“We are two young black women who made it out the slums with what we had. Talent and brains. Your ‘mama nem’ can’t take credit for that shit. You got out and did the work. That’s truth. Don’t let nobody tell you no different. Not even yourself.”

You nod. It is hard to believe, but is isn’t impossible to believe.

“Now as for the dancing. What’s up with that? Had you saying you not talented enough and whatnot. I don’t want you talking about my girl like that again, alright?”

You cheeks flush. “I don’t see nothing untruthful about it, Ri. I’m last…always. Coach and Skylar make sure of it. I’m trying for captain but… as you saw earlier I ain’t got it in me. I fuck up more than anything, ya’ know?”

Riri lets that process. She then gestures to her prototype. It’s a polished transformer looking thing. “From one creator to another, the best work is produced during our moments of strife. I’ve failed more times than I have succeeded, but that’s what makes a legend. You are a legend in the making. Don’t give up.”

“I ain’t say I was allat na’. I’m just dancing to somebody else’s shit, ya heard meh?”

“You are always so wrapped up in all you lack that you don’t take the time to see how blessed you truly are. Mama, you got it good. Real good. You shine bright and you have this remarkable essence. That shit changes people and I need you to see it for yourself.”

The more one disregards their gift the quicker it is lost on them.

Riri continues. “Hear me out..if you ain’t invited into somebody else’s circle, form your own. You were co-creator of some of the most viral dances in the loop. You got the smarts, the talent, the moves..” her eyes drink you in from toe to head “the body,” she smirks. “You can do it.”

You lick your lips and look away. Forming a dance team? Hell no. Impossible. There will be too many odds: people willing to sabotage, your own self-esteem, and the pressures of adulthood. It wouldn’t work.

“Nah I’m good on that. I’ve hid from the spotlight, cast as a shadow all my life. I’m fine where I’m at.”

“Did you hide in the back? Or were you forced to the back?”

“I um…”

You are sent on a voyage of memories that were to not be seen again. Now here they are demanding you see yourself for who you are. You have existed so long in this world as nobody. How would it feel to actually be somebody?

“Gotcha,” she laughs.

“You did,” you chuckle. “Look at you being a ghetto monk and shit.” You tug her to stand between your legs.

“And look at you flodgin’ like it ain’t making you feel something good inside. Let yourself feel it, boo. It’s what you deserve.” She flattens her palm on your abdomen, teasingly trailing it up your chest. She outlines the swirly ink sheathing your neck, acrylics lightly scraping brown skin as her hand curls around it.

“You think so?” You bite your lip, fighting the inner-princess.

“Mhm.” She knows it so. “You cool with the backseat?”

“But you all dirty and dusty.”

She tilts her head, braids falling to one side. “Under these clothes I ain’t.”

“I-“ Eyebrows raised. “Girl go head, hea’? Lemme get in this backseat.”

She laughs like the goddess she is and removes her fire-proof apron with the rest of her gear. “On your back for me too.”

“Yeah, mama.” The words melt off your tongue.

Yes, you feel as if you are gliding on your toes, carrying your heart with less strain. It is the Riri effect so it seems. You are truly grateful for a friend with a lethal mouth.

~¥~

The back of Riri’s car is humid and smells of sex. You lay across the seats, thighs forced back into their plushness, pussy spread open for her filthy onslaught. She is situated in a sniper's position with her small feet dangling out of the open car door. Her devious eyes bore into your own. This has surpassed casual sex long ago. This is love-making.

“Damn girl,” you gasp as she jerks your thighs open the moment they close in on her face. She hums against your bundle of nerves, wagging her head for a deeper dive into your oasis. You sweep her braids into a makeshift ponytail, gyrating lusciously. She eats it like she’s starving; so precise and sloppy.

“Riiii. Just like that.” You nearly force your face to become one with the seat cushion as she swiftly slides her favored fingers inside, stroking your gushy walls, twisting deliciously. She had made the quick decision to pop those acrylics off before the escapades began.

She comes up for a breath, licking her lips slathered in your nectar. “Come on, mama,” she whispers sweetly. “Don’t close up on me. I need you to take it for me, okay?”

“Okayyy. fuuu…uhhn.”

“There we go,” she whispers, glancing down. “Look at you.”

It takes all the strength in you to open your eyes to look down on command. “Shiiiit,” you whine. You didn’t feel yourself creaming.

“She’s creaming like this for me?” Riri bites her lip.

Your response sounds scrambled. You were sure it was a stammered, “all for you.”

“That’s my sweet girl.” She means that in a myriad of ways.

“My god,” you cry softly, “Baby.” You use two fingers to widen pretty brown folds, the back of your head sinking into the seat as she plunges her fingers deeper. Wet squelching noises and breathy moans surf the wind. Your brain is shoved into a mind-bending utopia, it feels so fucking good.

You glance down again to see a string of arousal dribbling down the valley of your ass only to be slurped up by the very lips milking you out. Fuck. The lick is long and ravenous, from the crack of dawn to the peak of your mountain, pouty lips suckling as if it were a dreamsicle in sticky heat.

The more speed she exerts the lower your moans drop. You are now whimpering and whispering incoherent babbles, trying your hardest to fuck back, but you consistently run up the length of the seat from Riri’s freak nastiness.

“That’s it, beautiful.” She hooks her fingers, submerges them to their deepest, and holds still. Her thumb flicks your nub deliciously. Your sharp inhale churns her brain in the best way there is, smooth skin prickling in awe of your slick muscular body and your contorted faces. So beautiful, she moans.

There is a pause in time. A hitched breath. A stuttering heart. Love. So much of it it spills over the both of you.

Riri transmutes it powerfully, keeping the pad of her fingers rubbing that raised sensitive spot inside. Your eyes cross and roll back. “Oh yes yes..” Your hand comes down to plunge her fingers in deeper so she can get in that. “Fuuck…..gonna cum. Cum…” You whine in melody, pushing out a river of glistening slick. It drizzles down Riri’s fingers just as promised. “Uhh my god.” You exhale deeply.

“There we go. Feels good to let go?”

You nod, moaning uncontrollably. She crawls up your body to enrich your lips with a salacious kiss. It’s a moaning mess clouded with a tenderness neither of you will choose to acknowledge until your hearts see fit. You spread your cheeks as she slides her fingers in and out of your creamy canal, white fluids oozing out as you clench and unclench.

“You so…” you hiss in pleasure as she slips her fingers out with care, gathering all of what you spilled with an idle circle of her fingers.

“Talk to me nice,” she hums. “Unless you want it again.”

“I can’t do it again,” you exhale, eyes heavy. You palm her cheeks, kissing her lips sweetly. Her long braids fall over your faces but you don’t care to move them.

She brings her fingers up and plunges them in your mouth. You leave not a drop leaking as she slides them out and leans in to suck it off your tongue. You both pull away to stare. You see it. She sees it. Feels it. Smells it. It’s there and it’s mighty.

“Thank you fah that, baby,” you grin. You pronounce it as beh-beh. That ‘nawlins’ never left.

“You know how deep my love runs for pussy. No need to thank me.”

“Mhm. Cute ass.” You press another fat kiss to her lips, running your hands down to her ass to grip her up. She bites her lip and breathes through her nose. She loves that shit.

“I need me a cold drink,” you chuckle.

“Guh you and me both,” Riri laughs.

End note: Imma eat every single time. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun fact: I write the smut quicker than the story itself.

[idekwhatthisis69]

You Are Your Father's Daughter (PART ONE)

Riri Williams x FEM Reader

Summary: Iron man's daughter is spending the weekend in Wakanda to help comfort her friend on the year anniversary of her brother's passing. But after a man from the water threatens Wakanda she decides to stay and meets someone who reminds her of her own loss.

Content: Cussing, Flirting, Injury, Wakanda Forever spoilers

Word Count: 3298 words

"I know why you're really here."

"To see an old friend and her beautiful home?" You quirked your eyebrow at your long-time friend.

"No." She replied frustration slightly hidden underneath her voice.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm only here for the vibranium."

You joked as you tinkered with the suit Shuri had told you to make to which she rolled her eyes at you. "I'm fine, really. I don't need a babysitter." She protested as she continued to press buttons on the screen in front of her. "I'd hope not. It would be kinda weird if I was babysitting you, since you're older than me." You put down the tool you were using and stood up from your table walking towards her. "But I am your friend, and I know first-hand how shitty a death anniversary can be, especially the first one." You placed your hand on her shoulder making her turn to you and give you a reassuring smile. "I know... but I really am OK, Y/N." You didn't believe her but you weren't going to push so you raised your hands in defence "OK. Whatever you say. I'm here if you need me though, you got me all weekend." She nodded as you went back to work on the blue suit.

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That was 3 days ago and now you were standing beside Shuri in Cambridge, outside MIT. "Karen, locate Riri Williams." You instructed your AI that was built into your sunglasses. Your glasses then zoomed into a small black girl with big cornrow braids walking towards a group of boys and you smirked "It's her." You directed your head to her as she took one of the boy's phones. "Her? Are you sure?" Shuri questioned and you turned to her lowering your sunglasses momentarily to give her a 'are you really doubting me' look. "But she looks your age." You gave a small smile and shrugged before you turned away from Shuri to continue watching the girl. "Would you like me to activate Enhanced Reconnaissance Mode?" Karen asked and you nodded "Yes, please." You listened to Riri's conversation and gathered that she was getting paid to do the boy's schoolwork and that she had a Chicago accent that gave you small butterflies in your stomach.

You had to pull your eyes away from Riri as she walked into a building and you zoned back into the current conversation. "It'll be more discrete" Shuri spoke "I can be discrete." Okoye argued making you and Shuri look the woman up and down plainly judging her. "What? Is it the makeup? It's the wrong shade isn't it?" The general spiralled as Shuri tried to convince her she looked good but then Okoye looked directly into your eyes and you sighed. "Well, for one, you're wearing a red bodysuit with a blazer over it. Don't get me wrong it's a fit, but girl, you gonna get noticed if you walk into MIT dressed like that. Best to let Shuri and I go." You told her honestly but before she could protest Shuri spoke up. "Woah, you can't come. You're not even supposed to be here, Namor said-" you cut the princess off holding your hands up in defence. "As I told you before, if the fish man didn't want me to get involved then he shouldn't have threatened you whilst I was in Wakanda. Periodt. Anyways, she's hot. I wanna go say hello." You smirked lowering your arms and walking slowly backwards towards the door Riri went through. Shuri sighed and went back to talking to Okoye who gave her a limit of 5 minutes which Shuri celebrated before running to catch up to you who was already halfway to the building.

You were leading Shuri to Riri's dorm using Karen to locate her, both of you speed walking before Okoye showed up. "Y'know some of my friends, Ned and Mj go here. I've not seen them since like forever though." You sighed "We don't have time just now, but maybe when this is all over you can go say hi." Shuri spoke back as you stopped her and knocked on Riri's door. "Riri Williams?" You held in a laugh at your friend's sudden change to an American accent as the door opened revealing the girl who was about 1 or 2 inches smaller than you, who didn't look up from her phone. "Yo, I don't do drop-byes anymore. You gonna have to go to the website." She told you still not looking up which made you tilt your head as Shuri showed her phone pretending to show her something. "It's an encrypted file. I wanted to airdrop it." Shuri spoke in her normal accent. The girl finally looked up from her phone and looked between you both "Hey, you gonna let us in beautiful?" You smile as you take off your sunglasses placing them in your pocket, following Shuri into Riri's room. "You're- You're-" Riri was too surprised to speak and you chuckled a bit as Shuri put her finger on her lips indicating for Riri to quiet down. "You're Princess Shuri and Y/N L/N, Ironman's kid." You rolled your eyes at the mention of your father but were pleased she didn't call you 'Y/N Stark' and started walking around her room looking at her stuff.

She closed the door behind you and then turned back to you both "What the hell are you doing here? Oh, shit, am I getting recruited?" She asked eagerly and you laughed again shaking your head. Shuri gave her a confused look before speaking up "No. We're here about the vibranium detector that you built for the CIA." Shuri informed her "Nah, I didn't build no detector for the CIA. I built that for my metallurgy class." Riri responded confused which piqued your interest. "A school project?" Shuri asked just as surprised as you were. "Damn, I hope you got an A?" You spoke up and she nodded "Yeah. My professor said I'd never be able to do it. To be young gifted and black though, am I right?" You nodded back at her. "Preach. Your professor must suck, though. If he gave your project to the CIA without your knowledge." You sat beside her and looked over at Shuri who asked her what age she was. Shuri was right earlier she was the same age as you, 19. "Brilliance at a young age is not always accepted by the elders. How long did it take you?" Shuri asked. "Couple months?" Riri responded and your eyes widened "Couple months?" "You must be a real genius, huh?" Riri looked down bashfully and started telling you how she made it, you started thinking about how much planning and equipment she would've needed all for a simple school assignment that she clearly overachieved at. "Wait, did I piss off Wakanda?" Riri stood up and asked Shuri "Not just us." Riri looked back at you "The Avengers?" You shook your head "No just the government and an overgrown fish stick. I'm just here to keep you safe, but we have to move quickly before they find us." You spoke picking up her bag and passing it to her, your fingers brushing each other for a moment, her worried and confused eyes staring into your confident and determined one's making you smile. "This place is no longer safe for you. Gather your things and come with us, right now." Shuri broke her stare away from you and you sighed letting go of her bag and walking beside Shuri.

"I-I got a differential equations class in like, 15 minutes." Riri started to make excuses and Shuri gave her a look whilst you faked a hurt expression. "Girl, you would rather risk your life in maths class than hang with me, and Shuri? I'm hurt." You placed a hand on your chest as if she wounded you which made her give a breathy chuckle and Shuri turned her unimpressed gaze towards you. "You're- You're- uh kidding about the risking my life bit, right?" She asked stepping closer to you leaning towards your ear. You smiled at the way her breath tickled your skin and leaned into her ear "Sorry, but no." She then started to back away to another door in the room. You already knew it was the toilet as you had Karen tell you all the exit and entrance points on the way up. You started to follow her about to tell her not to make a break for it but then she started running back, running into you, making you both hold onto each other for a moment before she hid behind you because Okoye was walking out of the bathroom. "How long have you been in there, geez." "We had it under control!" You and Shuri spoke at the same time.

"I said 5 minutes, I gave you 6." Okoye told Shuri before walking past you towards Riri. "Get out! Get out of my dorm. Get out!" Riri protested as you all slowly walked towards her. Shuri put her hand out as if that would calm her down but it only made the short girl grab her speaker "I'm warning you, do not take another step towards me!" Okoye gasped "See how they teach the children to treat their guests." You shook your head "Riri, we aren't-" you were cut off by Riri throwing the speaker and Okoye activating her spear, slicing it in half. "WOAH- OK! We doing this now?" You backed away from Okoye going beside Shuri. "You brought a spear in here?" Shuri questioned her protector "You brought a spear in here." Riri repeated turning around making you try and hide the smile that was forming because of her reaction. "I like her!" Okoye was basking in her delight of this situation whilst everyone else was becoming increasingly stressed. Next, Riri picked up her radiator making straining noises as she lifted it above her head. "Hey, put it down. Come on, you'll hurt yourself, come on." Shuri spoke up and you noticed how they were both talking to her like she was a baby animal and laughed. "She's not a baby. You're not a baby right?" You looked over to Riri who shook her head "Then let's solve this like adults, put the radiator and the spear down, grab a drink, Okoye especially, maybe go to a party, dance-" You were interrupted by Shuri hitting your arm "What?" You whined pretending to rub your injured arm.

"Small, small girl, I am going to give you 2 options. You can come to Wakanda conscious or unconscious." Okoye warned. "You need to be conscious of the way that you look. Walking around here all that ash on your head!" Riri retorted making you and Shuri burst out laughing as you slapped your hand over your mouth avoiding the harsh stare of the general. "Oh it's funny?" "No it's not." You left Shuri to talk as you found the floor very interesting all of a sudden "I told you!" "You look good. Calm down, we're leaving ok?" You looked up to Riri who was still struggling with the radiator over her head. "She can deal with the merman with winged ankles who wants to kill her, all by herself." Shuri grabbed your arm turning you towards the door as you laugh "Good luck, Riri!" "You got thissss!" "With your heater. Let's go." You all walked out the door leaving Riri confused until she joined you a few minutes later. "Good choice." You grinned at her making her grumble at you "I'm going to miss my class." "As if you don't already know it?" You smirked following behind Shuri and Okoye to the car.

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You approached the building that Riri told you she had to stop at. "I just have to grab my work laptop. Please, don't touch anything." She told you as you all got out of the car and started walking into the workshop. "You don't have to worry about that." Okoye judged as you and Shuri started snooping around. "So the design for the machine is on that laptop? And you just leave it on a desk in a car garage?" Okoye spoke eying Riri and her computer. You were too distracted to listen further as you recognised something on a board. 'This looks like...' "Ever locked yourself out?" Shuri asked as she came to investigate what you were staring at. "Took me the whole semester to log back in." "What is this?" Shuri spoke up catching on to what you were looking at "I said don't touch anything." Riri whined. "We're just looking. You trying to replicate my dad's work? Fan of iron man then?" You turned to her and she caught your eye, then looked at the blueprints, then back to you. "Kinda..." You have a 'You ain't fooling anyone' kinda look and she sighed "Maybe a big fan? Like a giant fan, but not in a creepy way or anything." She shook her hands towards you. Before you could reply with a flirty comment Karen and Griot spoke at the same time. "Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location." "Y/N, you are currently being surrounded by American law enforcement."

You made your way to the window so Shuri could send out a surveillance drone "Why are the feds after me?" Riri asked and you shrugged "Probably want another detector." She then stormed off and started grabbing all her papers "Oh, I do not need this shit right now! I swear to god I was doing so well! Going to class on time, I must be dumb as hell. Real dumb, thinking that the princess of Wakanda and Y/N L/N gonna show up at my doorstep. I think, that I'm actually gonna take my chances with this merman because at least he never brought the FBI to my garage." Riri ranted as she burnt her papers. "She kinda cute when she mad." You whispered to Shuri who just rolled her eyes at you as Okoye shouted at Riri "Just suit up, Y/N." 'Oh, yeah. That's why I'm here. Backup.' You smirked as you put your sunglasses back on and clicked your red and gold bracelets together "Suit." Your Iron suit wrapped around your body and your glasses turned into a helmet.

"WOAHHH! You have an iron woman suit? Since when? Why have I never seen this before?" Riri started to circle you as you laughed at her nerding out as she continued to ask you how it was made and if your dad made it. "Uh- yeah. My dad and I made it in case of an emergency. And this is an emergency." You could now hear the police shouting outside. "Hey, fangirl. Does this vehicle work?" Okoye called out over the noise. "No." Riri lied and you gave her a questioning look "Everything in this lab works, including this bike." Shuri smirked as she circled the bike "Don't even think about it. Besides, there are 3 of us if Y/N is flying." Okoye warned. "Two of yall, I'm taking this." You followed Riri's gaze as you and Shuri spoke over each other "I knew it! Don't tell me you built this in 2 months?" "Woah, guess we gonna be matching. You built this by yourself?" Riri started lowering her suit as she answered your questions. "Yeah, I've spent years on this...on and off." Riri spoke proudly. "Awesome." You looked at it feeling a sense of pride at what your father had inspired. "Nice. Have you flown it yet?" Shuri spoke in awe "That thing can fly?" Okoye judged but you all ignored her. "There's an entire YouTube channel dedicated to sightings of me." Riri smiled.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the police started calling out your names, Shuri gave Riri a communication device and told you to stay close to her. Okoye pulled back the sheet of the hidden car to reveal a bright red car that looked slightly old-fashioned but in good condition. "What a hunk of junk." "Nice car." You and Okoye spoke at the same time. "Ay, please be careful. Keys are on the seat." You thought about Okoye's previous experiences with other people's cars and prayed she didn't destroy this one too, it seems like it means a lot to Riri. Griot and Karen started counting down as you readied your blasters "You focus on getting out of here, I'll make sure you don't get hit." You told Riri as she redied her suit and nodded at you "Thanks."

The feds broke through the door and aimed their weapons at you "Oh shit, they got iron man suits!" One of them screamed as Riri took off and you hit their guns before flying after her. You had to admit the chase that followed was amazing, you hadn't worn your suit in so long and now flying through the air, running from the police, the adrenaline pumping through you, was pure bliss. Not to mention watching Riri in her suit that she made all on her own reminded you of your father when he had first flown his suit. Maybe a little bit too much like your father. "Ayo, they blocking off the bridge." Riri yelled as you flew beside her "I'll go ahead and start clearing a path!" You yelled as you started picking up some police officers on the bridge and dropping them off at random places. "Princess, there's a surveillance drone logged onto you." Griot informed Shuri telling her how high the drone was. "I've almost got everyone off the bridge, just give me a minute. I'll blast it!" You told the rest of them but Riri was already flying upwards "I got it! Come on Riri, gotta find the differential equations."

"Riri, I'm not sure you can reach that drone without an oxygen mask!" Shuri shouted back. You had finally cleared the bridge of all the police and went flying after her "My suit can take it. yours can't. Fall back!" You ordered her but she was too busy doing the maths. "The drone is no longer locked onto their location." Karen told you as you saw Riri falling down towards you. 'Great' you thought to yourself as you went after her grabbing her by the arm, shaking her a little. "Riri, wake up! Are you ok?" You shouted to her before she regained consciousness "I'm good, I'm good. Thanks." She started her suit up again and you let her go flying beside her "Anytime." You smirked before the drone struck the empty police cars and you all joined each other on the bridge. "Nice one guys!" Shuri cheered but the celebration was soon cut off by Riri coming crashing down being dragged by a grappling hook. "Riri?!"

Before you knew what was happening an explosion was heard and you felt a hard weight pushing you down to the floor. You felt pressure on the lower part of your body and you struggled to breathe without feeling immense pain. You looked around and saw that your helmet was damaged so it was darkness except for a large crack that showed your right eye your surroundings. You were lying on the road with glass surrounding you, it felt like you were in slow motion as you tried to look around with your hearing muffled. You then saw Riri in her suit, unconscious being dragged past you making you call out for her, only hearing your voice come out muffled. You tried again and the sound around you started to clear up. However, Riri was dragged out of your sight making you panic "Karen...what happened? What's going on?"

OK so I totally didn't stick to that writing schedule but oh well I'll just have to stick to it next year. I'll probably write 2 more parts to this, get into some backstory talk, have the drowning scene then let them go on a date. I hope this is good cuz I feel like I suck at writing for Riri other than what I used from the actual movie (which was a lot lol). Anyways, I need to write my English dissertation so probably won't have anything out until I've finished with that but thank you guys for all the support! And 129 likes on my last story? That's crazy, especially the likes from really good writers that I follow! My asks and DMs are always open if any of yall want to request anything or befriend me! Thanks for reading!

- K

[foreverdom-tish]

Hiiii, l’m new here and l’m writing for Riri Williams and Shuri Udaku 

(They should do what the sign says behind them) 🫡

What l’m willing to write 

SMUT - I am only willing to write smut for Shuri and Riri NOT Dominique and Letitia, I am doing this out of respect for them and my comfortability this may change in the future .

Fluff - I love fluff and i’m willing to write fluff I don't really have a limit when it comes to fluff .

Angst - I will not write about Riri or Shuri hitting y/n and vice versa !

PLEASE REQUEST

shuri x reader

riri x reader

shuriri x reader

That’s really it once I get into the flow of things I will add and change things but please request and ENJOY my loves <3

[wlwsuperheroine]

[ayo-edebiri]

#She has found her new person 

[wenellyb]

The Cast of Black Panther : Wakanda Forever

[dailyflicks]

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler

[shurismainbxtch]

This gives Shuri and Riri so bad😭

[quintessencewrites]

*sigh* this my girl…🥰

[katistry]

RIRI WILLIAMS/IRONHEART IN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022)

[nzia-writes]

SHURIRI CANON????!!!

[critter-of-habit]

Riri is the only reasonable person in the MCU