#what a fine ass panther

[angelbwrry]

yummy. eren j. 3k.

cw✿ hockeyplayer! eren, black reader, fingering, creaming, dirty talk, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, cervix kissing, praise, pet names, daddy kink, size difference, overstimulation, creampie. or in which he fucks you in his jersey. mdni

a/n ✿ been missing my baby eren . . . so i wrote this, enjoy!

for as long as you could remember you'd always been a sucker for pretty men. you didn't mind a man with a bit of hair, but, there was something so enticing, so core-thrilling aout a man who was girl-pretty. yes, girl-pretty. a man with delicate, smooth, almost feminine features. and that's exactly what he was.

from the way his chestnut colored hair was always pulled into a messy ponytail, to his masculine yet soft face that you often found yourself gazing at, he was mesmerizing. it’s a constant struggle not eye-fucking him every chance you get; he was just too sexy. everything about eren jaeger pulled you in. his warm olive skin, the way he moved almost predatory, with the grace of a panther and the confidence of someone who knew exactly how fine they were. his scent, his laugh, his voice, every part of his being.

it's also hard not to throb as his hands are resting lightly on your hips, fingers occasionally brushing against your skin, sending electric shivers up your spine. the sight of his toned abs and sharp v-line disappearing into the waistband of his checkered pajama pants is almost too much to bear.

“breakfast smells amazing baby.“ his voice is deep, guttural and breathy, god, you love his morning voice. a smile decorates your face as you drape your arms around his neck, spatula still grasped between your fingers. “thanks baby.”

it amazes him how you always look so perfect. your round, sparkling eyes gaze up at him lovingly, and your face, bare of makeup, is a vision of natural beauty. the way you tease your bottom lip with your teeth only adding to the allure, making his heart race.

his cock twitches eagerly at the sight of you. it doesn't help that you're wearing his hockey jersey, the number thirteen plastered against the front as it hangs loosely off your left shoulder. the fabric barely covers your ass, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire.

his calloused hands find their way to your bottom, kneading the flesh with a stark contrast to your soft skin. the roughness of his touch against your smoothness sends a chill up your back, intensifying the moment. the jersey, with its familiar scent and feel, only makes the connection between you two more intimate, more electrifying. he marvels at how effortlessly you’re able to get him riled up.

"down boy!"

fingertips pressing into his chest and pushing him away gently. he pouts, jutting his pink bottom lip out in an exaggerated manner. it's almost comical to see the six-foot-four ice hockey player, who usually looks intimidating as fuck with his inked skin and muscular frame, pouting like a child. his broad shoulders slump slightly, and he gives you those puppy-dog eyes, making it hard not to laugh at the contrast between his tough exterior and his playful, almost boyish demeanor.

"you're such a tease,"

eren grumbles, adjusting his raging boner before fixing himself a cup of coffee. his stomach grumbles as he watches you cook, the delicious aromas wafting through the kitchen. you're an amazing cook, often filling his belly with dishes he can't even pronounce, let alone replicate. the sight of you effortlessly moving around the kitchen, whipping up culinary masterpieces, never fails to mesmerize him. you always make extras for his team members, and they love it. love it a little too much if you asked eren, always nagging him, asking when you're going to cook for them again. even going as far as asking to come over just to enjoy one of your home-cooked dinners.

“you’re a big boy, i think you’ll live ren.”

eren can't help but stare hungrily as you reach up to grab plates, your bare ass peeking out from the shirt. mmm, he inwardly groans at the sight. such a fucking tease. “m’ thank you pretty.” eren presses a light kiss on your cheek as you set an arrangement of cut up fruits in front of him. he always eats a bowl of fruit in the morning, claiming it wakes his tastebuds up.

‘welcome’ is all you manage out, knowing he's probably starving. you thought you could eat, but eren? that man could actually eat a horse. you didn’t mind feeding him, cooking and baking had always been a hobby for you. you loved the way his face lit up when he tasted your food and sweet treats, always moaning and savoring it, ‘you’ve done it again’ is what he’d say each time.

“so, how was practice babe? you got home late, i tried to stay up but i was tired.” you gently scoop the eggs from the skillet and place them neatly beside the cheese grits. eren rolls his arm, left shoulder still aching from the numerous swings he’d done yesterday.

you already knew his answer before he spoke; you could see the tiredness in his eyes. the way his usually relaxed muscles were tense this morning. his job was demanding, you knew that. being a professional ice hockey player was not for the weak—all the injuries, all the hours dedicated to practice—but he always seemed to carry the weight of it on his shoulders without a single complaint. that was something you loved about him, his perseverance. you admired how he pushed through the pain, the exhaustion, and the relentless schedule, all while maintaining his focus and determination. his dedication was unwavering, and even on the toughest days, he never let it break his spirit.

eren swirls his now warm coffee in his mug in disdain. "tough. coach has been breathing down our backs. but it's paying off. we're really starting to come together as a team." his mouth waters as you set the steaming plate in front of him, his stomach growling in anticipation.

“i’m glad, ren, you work so hard,” you say, smiling as you run your hands through his soft silky strands, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. he closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of your touch and the comforting gesture. the aroma of the food fills the air, and you can see the tension in his shoulders begin to melt away.

he groans in delight as he stuffs a handful of eggs in his mouth, "i don't know how you do it," he says, shaking his head in amazement. "everything you make is just . . . perfecto.”

you laugh softly, setting the pitcher of orange juice in the middle of the kitchen island, “you're just saying that because you're hungry," you tease, nudging him playfully.

eren scoffs,pulling you down onto his lap before you can sit across from him. "no, i mean it," he insists, wrapping his arms around your waist. "you're incredible. and not just in the kitchen."

you smile like a teenage girl as his words, leaning into his embrace. "well, you're not so bad yourself jaeger," you reply, kissing the tip of his nose.

he laughs, the sound vibrating through your body. "i guess i have my moments," he admits, nuzzling your neck. "but seriously, i don't know what i'd do without you."

"you'd survive," you say softly, resting your head against his. "but . . . i'm glad you don't have to."

he tightens his hold on you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "me too."

as quickly as you placed the plate in front of eren you were retrieving it, he always inhaled his food and you wondered if he’d actually even ever tasted it.

“final thoughts? comments?” you raise your eyebrows at him, collecting his empty plate then yours. eren pats his stomach, the usually toned area now bloated. “ten outta ten. compliments to the chef, i think she deserves a big kiss.” he watches you place the dishes in the washer, closing the door with your foot. his eyes follow your every move, a playful grin spreading across his face as he anticipates the reward he's mentioned. you can see the satisfaction in his eyes, a rare moment of relaxation after the grueling practice sessions. as you walk back towards him, he reaches out, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. “seriously, it was delicious,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“thanks ren,”

a wave of pain in his shoulders makes him grimace, you hate the wear and tear hockey does to his body. but it’s his career, and you could never bring yourself to ask him to step away.

“how can i help?” worry etches your face, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“mm, i’ve got a couple of things in mind . . .” he murmurs, face buried in the crook of your neck, hands kneading your thighs.

“e-eren,” you gulp back a moan, feeling your core throb at his touch.

you don’t resist as eren gently takes your wrist and leads you into the bedroom.

“look at you, soaking my jersey,” he coos huskily behind you, one hand gripping your thigh, forcing your legs open, the other hand slipping in and out of your squelching pussy. a soft moan escapes your lips, back arching against his chest. his breath is hot against your ear, each ragged sound from him sending shivers down your spine. the intensity of his touch makes your body quiver, and you can feel the heat building between your legs.

“m’ sorry r-ren, j-just f-feels s-so good!”

a broken hiccup escapes your lips, head resting in the curve of his neck. fingers desperately grasping the sheets, knuckles turning white from the sensation of eren fingering you.

“it’s okay baby, you like when i’m diggin’ in you like this?” his filthy words overwhelm your senses. the sheets twist and crumpling beneath your grip as you cling to them, trying to anchor yourself amidst the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“y-yes,” weak cries fumbling from your lips.

shlick, shlick, shlick.

“hear how she’s talking to me?”

eren grins, fingers sliding out of you, a trail of sticky fluid following. you whine at the sudden emptiness, flinching as eren’s hand smacks against your throbbing core. his relentless hits against you have you sobbing, “ren please n-no more!”

another slap.

then, another.

each strike leaves a burning sensation, making your body tense. the room is filled with the sound of your pleading cries and the sharp, rhythmic slaps, as eren spanks your pussy.

“must be a masochist, look how you’re throbbing.” he sucks his teeth, laughing. warmness envelops your face at his words, he’s right. you’re even wetter than you were before, he holds his hand. showcasing the way he has to wiggle his digits to break them apart from your juices. you turn away, embarrassed.

“don’t piss me off, look.” he hisses, fingers digging into your face, forcing you to look at his soaked hand. the sight of his glistening fingers, coated with your arousal, makes your cheeks burn even hotter. his grip tightens, and you can feel the roughness of his skin against your delicate face.

your thighs tremble uncontrollably as his slender fingers find their way back to your pussy, middle and ring tracing your soppy folds teasingly, thumb lazily abusing your throbbing clit in slow looping motions. an array of colorful dots spot your vision as his fingers delve deeper, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you.

“oh fuckkk,” you grunt, eyes rolling back in your head. the sensation of his fingers massaging your slick walls and flicking your swollen bud has your stomach in a knot, every nerve in your body tingling.his other hand snakes under his jersey, pulling, tugging, twisting your sore nipples. his legs are hooked around yours, holding your squirming body in place. he knows you’re a runner, and the way he holds you says don’t even try.

“you’re so wet for me,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“please, don’t stop,” you gasp, body arching instinctively towards him, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure.

“i won’t,” he murmurs, his fingers maintaining their relentless rhythm. “i want to see you fall apart.”

the combination of his words and the expert movements of his fingers drives you closer to the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the sense builds to a fever pitch. “i’m so close,” you manage to say, voice trembling with anticipation.

“mmm, you wanna cum on my fingers kitten? ” his voice is thick with cockiness, thumb pressing harder against your clit. god, he loves the way you’re falling apart in his hands. those soft groans are enough to make his cock twitch in excitement as he feels you up with his fingers.

“yes, yes, yes, i wanna c-cum, please, ren!” you exclaim, your voice filled with urgency and desperation. he watches closely, avidly, as your brows knit together and your eyes close, body responding to the overwhelming sensations. his gaze is intense, absorbing every detail of your expression and the way your body moves.

tears spill from your eyes, and eren quickly kisses them away. “no crying, princess. take it like a big girl,” he whispers. you wanna scream, but you just nod slowly, body trembling. the sound of your pussy gets louder and more intense as eren picks up speed, the slick, rhythmic noises filling the room. his movements are unrelenting, each prod sending waves of pleasure through you. you can feel his fingers brushing across your cervix, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. the intensity is almost too much, but you hold on.

eren’s name becomes a chant on your lips, each syllable a testament to the pleasure he's orchestrating within you. you can only sit in a puddle of your juices as he dominates your body and mind. the way his thumb glides across your pulsating clit and his fingers are deep inside you has you clenching. one more flick and your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.

“c-c-cumming!” you weep. eren doesn’t care, he’s still strumming your sensitive clit, his arm clamping down tight as you fight against his hold. “mhm, so pretty when you’re cumming,” he mewls, edging you through your climax.

your body shakes uncontrollably, every muscle tensing and releasing in waves. you can barely catch your breath as eren continues his relentless pace, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. the pleasure is almost too much, but you don't want it to stop.

“fuck,” you’re a whimpering mess.

eren's hand moves to grip your hip, holding you steady as he pushes you further into bliss. “look at you, so perfect, taking it all,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. you can only moan in response, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. his thumb circles your clit with precision, each movement leg shaking as the last.

as your climax begins to subside, eren slows his movements, but he doesn't stop. he keeps you on the edge, prolonging your pleasure, making sure you feel every second of it. "that's my girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "so beautiful when you cum for me."

“so tired,” you huff out in exhaustion, slumping completely in his hold. sweat licks at your body greedily, hair sticking to your face. eren finds the sight exhilarating.

“i know, baby, but i wanna fuck your pretty little ass in my jersey.” he presses a kiss on your temple.

you’re way too tired to fight him as he turns you on your side, a thigh in his hands. your stomach clenches as he pulls down his pants just above his knees. you gulp at the view, tip flushed pink glistening with precum, veins running along the thick masterpiece.

“ugh,” the feel of you has him groaning immediately, you’re so tight and warm around him. the stretch of him inside you hurts, and you find yourself gripping a pillow for comfort.

eren’s hands are firm as they hold your thigh, positioning you just right. he starts slow, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

“so perfect,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. each push forward is deliberate, making you feel every inch of him. your body responds despite the exhaustion, hips meeting his thrusts with a mind of their own.

the room fills with the sounds of your labored breaths and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. eren’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your thigh as he picks up the pace. “you’re doing so good, taking me so well,” he praises, his words a balm to your overwhelmed senses. the pain starts to melt into pleasure, a slow burn that builds with each thrust.

your clutch on the pillow tightens, knuckles white as you try to anchor yourself. eren’s free hand snakes to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. the dual sensation has you arching, a moan escaping your lips. “eren . . .” you gasp, the sensitivity from your last orgasm still lingering.

his eyes flicker down to where you’re connected, watching with a smile as your pussy coats him in cream. this makes him groan, he’s been fucking you for less than minute and you’re already glazing him.

“f-faster! p-please f-fuck my pussy faster!” you croak out, pleasure racking your brain.

eren obeys, hand retracting from your clit. he braces his knees against the bed, your thigh on his shoulder as he rolls his hips into you faster. you’re a sweaty, whimpering mess underneath him. you look so damn sexy, eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, eyebrows scrunched together as your body juts forward with each thrust. your hair is now a frizzy raven mess, coils falling around your shoulders.

“such a slut,” he clenches his jaw, “greedy ass pussy lips don’t wanna let my cock go.” his pace quickens, hips snapping against you with a brutal rhythm.

each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you cry out. he watches you intently, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce with each movement, the way your nails dig into the sheets trying to find some semblance of control.

“you take me so well,” he growls, voice laced with lust. “look at you, falling apart on my cock. you love this, don’t you?”

your body responds instinctively, tightening around him, drawing him deeper. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, his own breaths coming out ragged. the room is filled with lewd wet sounds as he continues prodding into you.

your bubble butt ripples every time he thrusts into you, and it's such a hot sight. he can't get enough of it, watching the way your body moves with each powerful stroke. he wants to fill you up so bad, the thought of his cum leaking out of you drives him wild. your soft whines are like music to his ears, spurring him on even more. each thrust is more intense than the last, he loves seeing the way your body responds to him.

the way you moan and arch your back just makes him want to go harder and deeper, completely losing himself in the moment. his hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer as he buries himself inside you, feeling the incredible tightness and warmth. every movement, every sound you make, fuels his desire, pushing him to give you everything he's got.

“s’close! daddy.” you whine.

he can tell by the way you’re clamping down onto him, almost painfully.

"all yours, baby, take what you need," he groans, his legs buckling underneath him as you begin coming undone. you're gripping him so fucking tightly, he can't take it.

he's so pussy drunk.

"cummin’ again! ooo, fuck!" you sob out, trying to pull away from him, but he holds you in place.

"be a good girl and stay still, almost finished," he slurs, encased in your pussy. the warmth, the wetness your convulsing walls—it's all got him starstruck. he watches you with a dazed expression, completely mesmerized by the sight of you losing control. the intensity of the moment overwhelms him. his mind is clouded with desire, and he can't help but fuck deeper, savoring the way you react to every movement.

“i’m gna’ bust,” eren shakily whines, followed by a string of curses as he fills up your pussy. even when you’re leaking with his salty nut he doesn’t pull out, pushing his cum in you until he feels your hilt. “o-ow!” you shudder at the feeling, finally relaxing when he slides out. he watches happily as your pulsating pussy pushes out his cum, head between your legs as he holds your thighs open.

“what a warmup, practice is gonna rock today.”

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[obaex]

the blind date - rafe cameron

summary: your friends set you and rafe up on a blind date, but it doesn't go quite as you'd expected.

words: 1.7k

a/n: based on this request ♡♡ the way this has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air - ahhhh!

“Alright lemme make sure I have this straight: unlimited access to your jet skis for the rest of the summer, your season tickets to the first two Panthers home games, and two cases of whatever beer I want?” Rafe confirmed, looking over to the driver’s seat at his friend Dylan who huffed in reply and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yes, dude, that’s what we agreed on. Christ, it’s a blind date, not a death sentence. I swear to God if Maddie didn’t put me up to this, I would’ve left your ass to wallow at home alone.”

“I’m doing you a favor” Rafe replied, “It’s the least you could do.”

“I’m telling you she’s hot, you know you might actually be into her, did you even consider that?”

Rafe looked at him completely perplexed. “What makes you think I’m even looking for a girl? I do just fine as it is, thank you very much, plus you and I have very different tastes.” A pause. “Can I please see her insta?”

“We’ve been over this. No. Maddie said it would defeat the purpose of the ‘blind’ part of a blind date.”

“So fucking stupid” Rafe said as he shook his head and looked out the passenger side window.

You had gotten to the restaurant early; your best friend Maddie wanted to make sure every little thing was perfect and she was practically bubbling over with excited energy at the prospect of your blind date.

“This is going to be amazing, I just know it!!!” she said enthusiastically. “He is so your type, I will be at your wedding, babes, I swear it! Ahhh!” She had pulled you into the bathroom and was fluffing up your hair, touching up your lip gloss and tugging at your dress.

“So happy you went with this one, like yes you will thank me later, you look so damn hot.”

For all her flustered energy, you appreciated her hype and as you looked in the mirror you kinda had to agree with her. She had helped with your hair and makeup and the result was truly stunning; you had just the right amount of makeup on to make your natural beauty pop. Your dress was a little more revealing than you were used to, but it did make you feel confident and who knows, the way she talked about this guy, maybe it would all work out?

“Okay, okay, enough fussing, I’m already nervous enough. Can we please get a drink? I need a drink” you said, moving to walk out of the bathroom as she checked her own appearance in the mirror one last time before following you.

“Yes, good idea, you go loosen up, I’m going to make sure they got us that table by the window.”

You sidled up to the bar and leaned your arms on it, happy to have a moment’s reprieve from Maddie’s frenetic energy as you looked around in an attempt to distract yourself. The restaurant was really cute, coastal and modern and there was a sizable crowd between the bar and dining area. The steady thump of tropical house music played softly in the background which calmed your nerves and lifted your mood.

Within moments the bartender spotted you and made his way over. He was just about to greet you when he glanced over your shoulder. “Rafe! What’s up!” he said enthusiastically. “So sorry m’am, just one moment” he apologized as he clapped hands with the tall stranger that had walked up beside you. “What can I get you, bro?”

Rafe was smiling at the bartender and glanced at you briefly when he realized you’d been snubbed. It was a quick glance but he did a double take before he could control himself. You were… simply perfect. Your face held an expression of amusement and surprise with a clear smile that rested on perfectly glossed lips. You had an effortless air about you like you woke up every morning looking that good and then immediately every part of him wanted to know what you’d really look like in the morning… in his bed… at Tanneyhill… the sun reaching through the blinds…

What the fuck is the matter with me? he thought suddenly. And then, Fuck. Was I staring?

The bartender was looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He asked me something. Drink. A drink. What do I want to drink?

“Yeah man, I’ll have a bourbon, neat, and uh, whatever she wants” he replied, nodding his head towards you.

You smirked at him before glancing at the bartender, “Spicy margarita please, and since he’s paying, I’ll take it with Patrón.”

“Oof” Rafe said, grabbing his chest with his hand like you’d delivered a physical blow to him, “Way to take advantage.”

You laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, well, I don’t believe in coincidences, and it just so happens I need some liquid courage. If a handsome stranger is offering, I’m taking top shelf.”

Rafe pursed his lips and nodded, trying to tamp down the feeling in his heart that you'd called him handsome. He glanced back towards the door to see if he could see Dylan and couldn’t find him. Good he thought, allowing himself to feel guilty for half a second until he refocused on the sight of you in front of him.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh, liquid courage?” he asked.

“I’m meeting a date here actually” you said, shaking your head, your blushed cheeks turning slightly rosier. “It’s a whole thing…” you trailed off, waving your hand dismissively.

Rafe couldn’t reason with himself why he felt so angry that you were here for someone else. Thankfully the drinks arrived which gave him a moment to process as he watched you take a deep sip of your drink.

‘What asshole doesn’t pick a girl up and take her on the date himself?’ he thought. Well, he thought he thought before he realized he’d said it out loud as you nearly choked on your drink in laughter.

You shook your head again, smiling and laughing “It’s not like that, it’s –”

“—Nah, I’m sorry, it’s not my business, I shouldn’t have said that” he interrupted, mortified that he'd let that slip.

“You’re fine” you reassured him. “It was sweet. It’s nice to know there are still decent men out there willing to keep things chivalrous.”

I would’ve picked you up he thought. On time. Walked to your front door. Flowers in hand.

His head was spinning. What the fuck is going on with me. He looked down at his drink and then drank it in one swig. When he set the glass down, he caught your look of amusement as he coughed.

“You good?” you asked, giggling.

He grimaced, “I will be” he said, holding up his empty to signal the bartender for another.

“Is my company that bad?” you joked.

His eyes darted to yours, “Quite the opposite, sweetheart” he said in a low voice that you felt from your beating heart to your fingertips to your belly and shaky knees. Shit you thought as you registered the effect this man had on you.

You blushed and met his warm gaze, realizing for the first time how deeply blue his eyes were, like sapphires. The two of you stood there, an arms-length away and it was like time stood still. You could feel your pulse in your throat, feel your body tingling like it was physically reacting to his proximity. Was he stepping closer to you or were you imagining it? His eyes left yours for only an instant to look at your lips and in that moment he had you hook line and sinker.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the bar in front of you and you jumped. He took an imperceptible step back, clearing his throat.

“S-sorry” you mumbled, quickly swiping open a text from Maddie: ‘Where r u?!!!!”

Shit.

“I-I’ve got to…” you waved your phone by way of excuse and nodded your head towards the tables, literally unable to string a sentence together at this point.

“Yeah, no problem” Rafe said, as casually as he could muster as you moved to leave. “Try to have a good time. And, hey” he said, capturing your attention one more time “Tell this guy he better give you a ride next time, okay? None of this high school ‘I’ll meet you there’ shit, okay?”

You laughed at your little inside joke and met his gaze one more time before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe’s next drink arrived and he slammed it back instantly before settling the tab, leaving a hefty cash tip and making his way towards the dining room.

Dylan fucking owes me he thought through gritted teeth, grimacing all the way through the crowded room, replaying your smile, the way you'd looked at him through thick eyelashes, even the way you’d smelled: like vanilla and coconut.

He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he searched the crowd, willing this godawful date to be over before it had even started. Finally he caught a glimpse of Maddie’s bright hair and Dylan’s frame at a table by the window; he moved to shift around several people when his eyes met yours, seated next to Maddie, across from an empty seat.

“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling a fit of laughter and joy when you caught his eye.

He began to laugh too, the tension in his body immediately dissipating as he rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away the goofy grin he felt there as he took his seat.

“What is going on, do you two know each other, what am I missing?” Maddie demanded.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, Mads” you said, giggling as your eyes danced and twinkled at Rafe.

She narrowed her eyes as they darted between the two of you. “Okaayyyyy, well YN, this is Rafe!”

“So, so nice to meet you” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, though you were thrilled to actually know his name.

“The pleasure is truly mine, sweetheart” he played back, a knowing smile resting on his lips that had you bursting at the seams as you two ogled each other.

Maddie and Dylan looked at you both like you were crazy as you just stared and giggled at one another before they gave up and settled back into their own conversation and you and Rafe picked up your menus.

“Tomorrow at 7:00” Rafe said just quietly enough for you to hear him as he pretended to eye the menu.

“What?” you whispered in reply.

“Be ready tomorrow at 7:00. I’m taking you out. And I’ll be picking you up this time” he said as he shot you a smirk over his menu.

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[reallyhatethiswebsite]

act 2 raph/tav dream smut (kinda), jealous devil, mind games(?)🤷‍♂️

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Tav bit her cheek. Fought to stand still.

Don’t squirm, he likes it when they squirm.

This was Astarion’s moment. She was supposed to shut up and act supportive while he took the risk, pressing the devil on their tail for information about his terrible scars. She was trying. But that devil kept staring at her, even as he answered questions, posed some of his own, played with words as he was wont to do, saying much without actually saying anything at all. No one else seemed to notice, not even Astarion. It made Tav think she might be imagining it, that she was crazy. The shadows in this terrible godless place made her crazy. The tadpole eating at her brain made her crazy.

Except she could feel those dark, deceptive doe eyes on her, almost like the ardent caress of an angry lover. The little smirk pulling at the left side of Raphael’s pretty mouth also gave him away, but only to someone who paid attention. She was paying attention. Tav didn’t understand, didn’t know what he wanted. All of it just seemed different. He was different. Agitated, maybe, like a moody panther waiting to strike, or…something. If he were in his real form, Tav bet his tail would be thrashing. Whatever it was left Tav feeling strange, on edge – as if her nerves weren’t already pulled taut. It wasn’t fear that gripped her, though. Warm fingers of anticipation danced along her spine instead.

Anticipation for what?

That sensation didn’t ease even after Astarion made his deal and the devil returned to Hell. It curdled thick in her gut, buzzed in the back of her mind. The friends – Karlach in particular – peppered Astarion with demands to know what he was thinking, how stupid it was to make any kind of agreement with a devil. Before long the discussion turned into a spat, the tiefling’s fiery temper and the vampire’s sharp defensive sarcasm clashing. Gale stepped in to diffuse. Tav was too distracted to get involved.

“You alright?” Wyll stepped aside and asked her quietly.

“I’m fine.” Tav shook her head. Smiled reassuringly. “It’s just this place, you know?”

“Mm. I understand. Feels like there’s eyes on you around every corner.”

You got that right.

Tav’s feet were heavy as lead as she climbed Last Light’s staircase. Karlach and Astarion were still squabbling. She left them to argue, exhaustion luring her into a soft bed with musty sheets tucked away in a room on the second floor. Her pack dropped to the ground. She pulled her boots off and collapsed backwards, staring at the ceiling. After a month sleeping on the ground, the ancient mattress felt like heaven. Before she drifted off, she heard Jaheira scolding her companions, threatening to throw them out on their asses if they didn't stop acting like children, but the sounds were far away, as if she were hearing them from a great distance. She thought of Raphael, his smouldering stare, chocolate brown irises flecked with orange peeling away the layers of her soul.

A devil shouldn’t have such pretty eyes…

Tav was in an empty field, a clearing surrounded by impenetrable woods that bled fog and shadow. A swollen yellow moon hung low in the pitch-black canvas of sky. She was cold. Looking down, she saw her feet were bare; realised her entire body was bare. She knew she was dreaming, but she felt alert, aware in a way she normally didn’t experience when she dreamed.

She also knew she wasn’t alone. Something was in that forest, skirting the treeline. Watching her. She was nervous. Intrigued.

“Who’s there?” She called out. Her voice echoed, swallowed up by the darkness. No answer. “Come out! I know you’re there!”

“Little mouse…”

Tav spun around. That raspy, heated whisper came from somewhere behind. She knew that voice.

“Raphael?”

He chuckled. Deep, rich. This time she couldn’t tell from which direction. The sound carried everywhere.

“Show yourself, devil,” Tav snapped. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Aren’t you?” Orange eyes blinked lazily in the dark. Tav could hear the smile in his words.

“No. This is just a dream. You can’t hurt me.”

“Just a dream? Hmm…”

The devil stepped into the clearing. Into the moonlight. He wore his true skin, shirtless, his broad chest spattered with dark hair. His huge leathery wings flexed. His serpent-like tail swayed to and fro. He dipped his head, peering at Tav through thick lashes, his crown of mighty horns. Hungrily consuming her visage with his gaze. Perhaps she should have been self-conscious, mortified that this awful creature was seeing her naked, but it wasn’t really happening. And truth be told...she didn’t mind. She liked Raphael, found him attractive. She could admit that in her own dreams, this deep little secret. No one else would ever know.

“What do you want?” Tav said. Crossed her arms beneath her breasts. She could be bold here. She wasn’t ashamed of her body. In fact she liked the way his hungry stare made her feel, and it didn’t escape her that her dream was presenting the devil in a near-identical way to the amorous encounter she’d had with Astarion at the tiefling party.

“Such an interesting question…” Raphael hummed. He sauntered closer. Circled her. “What do you want, little mouse? Love? Companionship? Or is it merely…attention you seek? Surely you could have asked for it from a better source. I doubt the little vampling’s cold, sticky hands did much to truly ignite your passions…”

“What would you know about igniting passions? Ah…” Tav’s waspish response melted into a breathy sigh when the devil loomed behind her, putting one huge warm paw on her soft belly. She let him. The heat of his touch was maddening. All her tiny hairs stood on end. The points of his cambion claws rested gently against her skin. Just a reminder.

“Plenty,” he promised, speaking right into her ear. She shuddered. At some point he’d lost his trousers, because she felt his hot, hard cock pressing against her back. Its size was intimidating. Promising. Its shape strange, ribbed. Raphael nuzzled her jaw. His other hand cupped her chin, turned her head the way he wanted. She gasped when his forked tongue licked over the faded bite marks on her neck. “The vampire’s stink is all over you. I smelled it as soon as you entered the inn. Do you enjoy the hurt, when he bites you? Do you enjoy feeling him drain your lifeblood with every pathetic, mewling gulp?”

“Maybe,” Tav breathed, allowing him to cup and knead her breast. Arched her back when he pinched her nipple, made it pebbled and puffy. “Are you jealous, devil?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Needy little harlot that you are,” Raphael murmured. He caressed the length of her body from her chin to her navel, claws leaving thin, shallow welts spotted with tiny beads of blood in their wake. His long thick fingers teased her patch of pubic hair. “But you know as well as I do, Astarion won’t satisfy you forever. A vampire’s bite isn’t the only way to dance with death so…erotically.” He settled the tip of his own fangs into the hollow of her throat. Fire danced around the fingers he held so near her clit, fat and flush with blood and desperate for touch. The flames licked, not burning – not yet – but tempting.

Tav sucked in a harsh breath, arousal scrunching her toes in the grass. She desired dark, dangerous men. Men who’d unrepentantly hurt her and then put her back together in their own image. Astarion was perhaps one of those things, but Raphael… She felt the satisfied upwards curl of his lips against her skin, as if he’d read her mind. He wedged his thigh between hers, forced her to spread her legs. His hot, rough skin against her flushed cunt felt incredible. She’d left a smear on him, no doubt. His leaking prick squashed between their bodies had him sighing when she writhed into it. She felt its infernal ridges and barbs, whined thinking about them inside her. It would hurt so good.

“Yes…I suppose you’ll have your fun for now, sweet pet. Let him bite you. Revel in your little deaths. And when you tire of him, when you realise he can’t fulfil your every desperate need…” The devil at last slid his fingers between her mons, rubbed and squeezed her clit, pressed at her soaked, ravenous entrance. Tav moaned, rolled her hips, chasing pleasure Raphael only teased her with. He moved his hand away far too soon, held his fingers coated in her slick in front of her face. Showed her the evidence of her twisted fantasy. “That’s when you’ll come to me. But will I be merciful? Will I sate your desires? Or will I have you beg on hands and knees for me? Beg until you can speak no longer, until your arousal renders you near-senseless? Hmm…I wonder…which would you prefer?” Tav wasn’t given chance to answer. Raphael stuffed his fingers into her mouth. The musky, tart taste of her own cunt and smoky infernal magic flooded her senses. Greedily she sucked those fingers clean, feasting on the breathless groan he released.

“Filthy thing,” he hissed, derisive and debauched, pinching her tongue until she squealed. He smeared her lips with her spit, gripped her throat, claws on her pulse point. “The vampling has no idea, does he? Such a shame.”

“Then fuck me yourself, you pompous asshole,” Tav snarled in frustration. Raphael laughed, low and husky.

“Oh, no. Not yet. You’ve things to do. Choices to make. I’m simply…letting you know what else might be on offer, you see. Giving you something to think about.” The devil nudged the bulbous head of his cock along the divots of her spine, marking her with his cum. His tail snaked around her calf, the tip slowly climbing up her leg like it had a mind of its own. “And you will think about it, won’t you?”

“Raphael…”

“Time to wake up, my dear,” he purred, the moment his tail’s tip pushed itself into her cunt.

Tav jerked awake. Blinked deliriously as the world swam into focus. Her clothes clung to her body, drenched with sweat. Her cunt was slick and aching, a throbbing coil of arousal heavy in her womb. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been sleeping. Someone was snoring in a bed nearby. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, clenched her thighs together. Her body burned where the devil had touched her. Stinging pain on her belly made her lift up her damp shirt. She stared in sheer disbelief at five neat lines of red scratches.

What the fuck sort of dream was that?

-x-

Within the private walls of the devil’s study, the lewd sounds of skin rubbing against skin and heavy breathing filled the stifled air. He sat at his desk with his legs spread, teeth bared, tugging on his fat cock and full balls where he’d freed them from his trousers. His fist couldn’t compare to the tight, wet heat of his mouse’s little cunt, of course, but it would have to do for now. He thought of the way she responded, her body so pliant and her moans so sweet. He thought of how she’d wake up slick and confused and desperate. He thought of how, even if she fucked the vampire again, she’d think about him whether she liked it or not. He exhaled long and hard through his nose as he climaxed, face twisted with satisfaction. Spurts of cum shot over his knuckles, dribbled through his fingers, dripped onto the floor. He sat and basked, his twitching dick softening in his messy hand.

Soon, little mouse. Soon.

[ratskinsuit]

*Thows this into the pit I keep you all in*

Here gremlins, food, specifically Adam flavored

This was made for my very best friends birthday, that was on march 2nd @chaoticcornchip, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL <3

(I’ve never written for Adam before so expect shittyness, and she let me do this)

Boyfriend headcanons: + Random ones

He definitely confessed first, because he’s Adam

Idk what sort of dark magic you did to get him to fall for you

Or have him STAY committed, that’s an achievement

When you two first started dating, you kind of just assumed that he would keep it hidden

No.

He is FLAUNTING you all around heaven.

“THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND BITCHES. AND YOU FUCKING DICK SUCKERS COULD NEVER PULL SOMEONE LIKE THISSS”

Doesn’t let you go anywere near hell (whether your a demon or not) he doesn’t trust it

Honestly very scared of losing you

(He has abandonment issues because I say so)

Is terrified if you leaving him just like his other two wives did

Clingy

He will just randomly call you at like 3am because he’s overthinking and he’s lonely

His love language is your time spent together

Whether it’s him ranting about his day to you or just a movie and cuddles

Also expect lots of gifts, you will be spoiled

If he’s busy one day and isn’t there to spend time with you, expect to find something like a necklace on your dresser

He is very good with animals because I SAY SO

You say you like dog? Here’s a wolf

You like cats? Panther or lion?

You two have to go on ATLEAST one dinner date a week

Also takes you to nice ass places

Kinda shitty table manners but he tries his best for you

Random but I like to think he’s terrified of clowns

So if you are like some sort of jester!Reader/Clown!Reader he would be so conflicted (might write that but idk)

No circus dates

Mimes also freak him out, he thinks they are going against nature and he will scream if one comes near one

Since he tends to work a lot, to make up for it he always makes time for you

Or if his schedule is really packed he will surprise you with your favorite flowers and food/candy on your dresser when you wake up

Honestly even though he seems like someone who would forget your anniversary or your birthday

No. He does not

He goes all out of them, remembers the place, time and date

Seems like a shitty lover, is honestly not and cares about you sm

He just has a hard time expressing it

Since you two are dating you probably hang out with lute a lot (y’all can have Adam I want lute 😩)

You better hope she likes you because she is very judgy of adams girlfriends because she doesn’t want his heart to get broken

But when she sees how happy you make him, and how well you treat and care for him she warms up to you

His phone background is a picture of you

NSFW HEADCANONS: MDNI

Isn’t lying when he says he has a big dick, not THE biggest ever but pretty good

7 1/2 inches, pretty good

Okay, high ass sex drive

Literally constantly in a state of horny, it’s his default setting

Willing to do it anywhere, anytime, everywhere

You hav to physically PRY him off of you sometimes (not in a noncon way ofc)

Can probably go like 2 rounds, sometimes 3 but then starts getting tired

He’s honestly up for anything except for things like scat, piss, Vore, noncon ect-

Is fine with threesomes but prefers doing it with you alone

Up for pegging, you two just have to have a lot of trust in your relationship

Knock him down a few pegs bestie

And put them up his ass

Very clingy after

Aftercare consists of the two of you cuddling and eventually going to sleep

Will leave the cleaning up for later, he just wants to hold you in his arms for now

LOVES phone sex/sexting because of how busy he is

Has a folder full of photos of you (if you send them to him)

Really into Public sex

As said before, ANYWHERE EVERYWHERE

He’s a whore

Has tried to fuck you in a Photo Booth before

Whether you let him or not us your choice

This is all I got I haven’t written him yet I’m so sorry

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Have this chaotic mess. I also have like 23 requests to do, IM WORKING ON THEM I PROMISE, I’ve got a Vox one in my drafts rn I gotta finish. Anyways, happy birthday @chaoticcornchip! :D hope you enjoyed!

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ private session

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 5.8k

Contains - smut (18+), cunnilingus, fingering, choking, breath play, clit play, penetration, strap on

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @vixentheplanet @lustfulbarbie @pocketsizedpanther @axailslink @tishszn @tishtingz @generallysapphic @heejayy @hetr0ph0bic @zayswriting @vampzxi

Writers Note: this was fun to write lolll. I didn’t proof read as thoroughly as I usually do, so my bad if there’s mistakes. And again, ntm on my google translate Xhosa. Have fun!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night was young, the money was flowing, your mind and body were loose. The music was heavy in the distance, echoing through the walls as you got ready for the night. You didn’t care about your family or friends' judgment on your choice of occupation. You needed the money, and you loved the grind. The pole gave you power; power amongst men, women, and even yourself. You loved the way your touch would bring people to life as you woke their hidden desires. You tugged onto your fishnet stockings, pulling them up until it hugged your mid-thigh. You attached the stocking clips to their intended area before you admired the way the bright pink, lacey material hugged you in all the right places and left you bare and open where necessary. The music continued to blare in the distance and you went to go meet the rest of your co-strippers.

“Girls, girls, GIRLS!” Josh (your manager), yelled in a frenzy. All of your eyes flashed instantly to him, as he flailed his arms in hysteria. It was a mixture of fear and excitement and you all wanted to know what was going on. “Shuri Udaku, THEE Black Panther is here!!”

All the girls gasped and squealed in excitement, rushing to complete their looks before they attempted to put on their best show.

“Fuck, I didn’t even wear my sexiest piece!” one of the girls groaned.

“Nevermind that, look at my makeup! Had I known her fine ass would be here, I would’ve put more fucking effort into my fucking face!” yelled another.

Their laughs vibrated through the room, and you tried to keep your cool. You were excited and nervous, this much was true. But Shuri was just another client. Another person to try and pull money from, and you knew she had a lot of it. You decided to drive all skittish emotions away and focus on your grind; focus on the techniques you would use to lure in the cash. Her cash.

“Let’s go girls, let’s go!” Josh rushed. You stroked your long box braids that were now placed in a high ponytail, as you and your co-strippers made your way out.

None of the girls tried to make an effort to try and hide their excitement, all eyes pierced the room for the Panther herself. Your eyes lightly scanned the dimmed space, finally met with the dark, lean figure that was Shuri. She was wearing a black tracksuit and she was embellished in silver, from the watch on her wrist, the rings on her fingers, the chain on her neck, and the grills on her teeth. She was dapping people on the way in, posing her silver adornments for all to see. She looked expensive. You subtlety rolled your eyes at the sight. Rich people and their arrogance.

Josh huddled you and your co-strippers in a circle. “Pretend your life and the life of this club depends on you guys. Dance like you’ve never danced before. We getting this cash tonight.”

And with that, you took your position on the stage, gripping onto the metal bar in front of you as you slowly made eye contact with the Panther in front of you. Shuri eyes you before whispering to the person she is sitting beside. Nevermind that. You begin to do what you do best, becoming one with the pole as you embrace the sensual music coursing through. The other girls do the same but you want to do your best. BE the best. Shuri leans forward, manspreading with her elbows resting on her knees. She’s looking at you and only you and for a moment the room goes still. Your heartbeat quickens and Shuri smirks as if she can hear it. Your grip on the pole is firmer as a result of your palms being more sweaty than usual. You’re annoyed that it is taking more effort to focus on your performance than it normally does, but you can’t help but think of how incredibly hot she is. You’ve had attractive clientele before but she was…wow. You notice the other girls eyeing you every now and then, their gaze carrying slight jealousy in the way Shuri is looking directly at you, but you chose to ignore it. You crawl towards her, pumping your ass in the air with intent as you sensually move towards her. Shuri got up from her seat and you can see the cash just peeking from her pocket. This made you smile. You proceeded with your performance, splaying your legs open and that act right there pulled a smirk on Shuri’s face. The money flew in the air and onto your body, but you didn’t stop and neither did she. You knew this was your best show yet and your richest clientele.

As the song came to a close, Shuri gave you one last look. It was a look of possession and it made your core tighten. She began to make her way to Josh and your eyes grew in curiosity. All of your co-strippers' eyes were on you, and they did not look happy but you brushed it off. Josh made his way toward you.

“Y/n, let me talk to you real quick,” he softly demanded. You obliged, as he pulled you into the change room. “Continue doing your thing girls,” he said to the others.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Oh no, you’re not in any trouble at all. Actually, you're probably my favorite person in the world right now.”

You couldn’t contain the confusion written on your face. “The fuck does that mean, Josh?”

He laughs. “Ok so, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, so if you don’t want to, then say no but I’m really hoping you say yes…so basically, Shuri was very much pleased with your performance and would like a private show with you.”

This made you even more confused. This was normal. Private dances were normal, so why was Josh making this situation a bigger deal than it needed to be?

“BUT,” Josh continued, “she wants one somewhere completely separate from the club. In her own private room. Y/n, she offered to pay almost FOUR TIMES the amount we usually make in one night. Not to mention what you’ll make for yourself…”

You ponder for a second as your gut grows warm with suspense.

“So what do you think??”

“I…I think that’s crazy but yeah…yeah, I’ll do it.”

“WONDERFUL! You always were my favorite!” Josh exclaims in pure excitement. “And remember your rights and the rules, and don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with..or do whatever you want, it’s none of my business, just be safe, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Incredible! You’re incredible!”

Josh helps you put on your large fur coat, and takes you to your escort.

“Well damn girl, look at you go,” Josh says as you step into the limousine.

“This is crazy,” you say with a smile.

“Go get that coin girl.” You smile once more, more than ready to collect what’s yours.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Shuri was not in the limousine with you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. The limousine made a turn into a gated house and your jaw dropped.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

The driver pulled up, and helped you make your way to the door. Her grasp was gentle and you can tell she’s used to bringing girls here.

“Thank you ma’am.”

“My pleasure,” she says with a slight bow in her head. You let out a crooked smile.

“I’m an erotic performer, ma’am, not royalty. You don’t gotta act like you’re lesser than.”

The driver lets out a small smile. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Well…thanks anyway. I can take it from here.”

The driver made her way back to the vehicle, and pulled out. You let out a deep breath before approaching the doorbell.

“This is fucking insane.” And before you even get to ring the doorbell, there she is, leaning on the door frame of her unnecessarily large house.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice was low and velvety. You stand there for a second, basking in her dark frame. She was a tad bit taller than you, even in your heels and she had a build that happened to be both light and heavy at the same time. Whatever confidence you had on the stage earlier is almost completely devoured by her presence.

“Well shit, I’m here,” you snark. She grins with a thrill.

“Come inside.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The interior of her place was insane, absolutely nothing like you had ever seen before. It looked rich but not rich in a typical sense. She had East African art elaborated throughout the space. The walls changed from a deep red, to cream to black, allowing a different flow throughout. It was not what you had anticipated at all.

“I have houses like this around the world, sthwanda,” she comments, breaking the silence. You roll your eyes at the statement. She was clearly showing off.

“Uh huh,” you reply, pretending to be uninterested. She smirks like you were a challenge, and maybe you were.

Finally, after hallways and rooms filled with what were probably extremely expensive artifacts, you finally made your way to the basement door.

“Come here.” You take her hand as she guides you down the stairs. When you reach the bottom, she walks towards the door pushed the furthest into the space. “Follow me.”

You do as she says, making your way to the secluded room in the already secluded basement. She opens the door, motioning for you to step inside. The room is dimly lit with pink lighting, a mirror covering the entirety of one wall. There’s a large leather couch stretching on the opposite side of the mirrored wall, and in the middle is what you’re here for. The pole. You could tell it was different from your average pole. You walk towards it, lightly tapping on its exterior.

“Is this made of that vibranium shit y'all be hiding from the world??”

“Mhmmm.”

“And you just keep a big vibranium pole…here? For anyone to break in and grab?”

This makes Shuri laugh hysterically. The silver layered on her bottom teeth shimmer in the depth of the room's lighting. “I’d like to see them try.”

You swallow down hard, mentally preparing yourself for what the night has in store for you.

“Take the jacket off.”

Your stomach jumps a little at her command, allowing the faux fur to drop to your ankles. You’re exposed, truly exposed. Not like how you were on that stage not too long ago, because now it was just the two of you. You could feel the ambience of Shuri’s eyes soaking in your body. She slowly walks around you, appreciating every curve and every angle. You notice she lingers behind you, her eyes trailing down your plump ass swallowing your g-string.

“Nice.”

You wince at the objectifying comment. “And this is just a private show, nothing more. Don’t try touching me or anything cuz I’ll beat your ass, for real.”

Shuri takes a step back with her hands in the air. “Whatever you want, nkosazana.” She takes her royal place on the leather couch, getting comfortable in her intimidating demeanor. “You got a favorite song you like to dance to, sthwanda?”

“I can do anything. You pick.”

A crafty smirk appears on her face and you almost immediately regret your decision in granting her control. She taps on one of her kimoyo beads, dimming the lights in the room a little more. Suddenly “Porn Star” by August Alsina begins beating through the room and you’re taken aback. This was one of your favorite songs to dance to. “Do what you do best, my pretty girl.”

Your pussy tightens at her words. “My pretty girl.” You mentally clock yourself in the head, reminding yourself that she was just another client and you were here to make bank. That was it.

You grab onto the pole, startled by the way the beat of the music ran through it. You could feel the song pulse through the metal bar, this was new. But you embraced the challenge, welcoming the song with open arms as you began your sultry performance. Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath. She savored in the movements of your body, yet never failed to keep eye contact with you. Her stature was bold and demeaning as she rested her hand on her crotch between her manspread legs. And that made your core grow damp.

“Shit,” you faintly whispered to yourself, pissed off at the way your pussy oozed at the sight. This has never happened to you before. You calmly ditched the pole, lustfully walking towards her as your breasts bounced with each strut. Shuri’s eyes went wide, clearly focused on the way your breasts jiggled. You use that power to your advantage, as you began your intimate performance with the Panther. You place your ass on her lap and begin grinding there. Your movements are sensuous and slow, all with the wishful intentions of draining her pocket. Or so you thought. You catch yourself as your mind wanders to fantasies you didn’t ask for, and you curse under your breath.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Nothing.”

You continue with your performance, very much aware of the way Shuri handles you and she handles you well. You finish your work the same way you did on that stage, your legs splayed wide open, revealing the dark moisture displayed there. You gave into the lust that eased its way into your body and the way it made your pussy ache for her. Shuri’s eyes were bloodshot with sin, almost drooling at the sight of your wet panties and what hid underneath.

“Now what do we have here?” Her fingers are just lingering right above your pussy, your clit impatiently throbbing at her tease. You pushed your pussy forward, provoking her and it was driving her insane. She bit her bottom lip in frustration, eager to get her hands on you. She experimentally traced her way up your thigh, somewhat shocked that you did nothing to stop her. She proceeds, making her way to the spot between your legs but you closed your legs shut before she could get to where she really wanted, where you BOTH really wanted. You stand up, hovering over her as you grab her jaw in your hands. You place your lips inches away from hers.

“That’ll be an extra $500. $700 if you make me cum,” you whisper into her. You begin to walk away but she grabs you by the hips aggressively, forcing you to face her. She grabs your throat, pulling you in. You let out a soft moan, and you can tell Shuri loved it.

“You sound pretty like that,” she mumbles into your ear. You gulp at her tight grasp, desperate for her touch. Your face softens, no longer in your dominant state you tried to protect. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t do this shit for free.” She lets you go with a slight push, slowly taking out five $100 bills, placing it in your bra in the crevice between your breasts. “I own you for the night, understood?”

You nod your head in agreement and once again, Shuri’s tight grasp finds it’s away around your throat, pulling you in. “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine for the night, nkosazana.”

“I’m yours Shuri,” you say through limited oxygen.

“Again.”

“I’m all yours Shuri, fuck my pussy please.”

Her grills gleam under her perfect lips. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/n.”

“You gonna behave for me tonight, y/n?”

“Yes Shuri.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Finally your deprived lungs have full access to the oxygen around you as Shuri takes back her place on the couch.

“Take those off,” she demands, motioning to the only thing covering your pussy. You hesitate for a second before you immediately let the lace hit the floor.

“Fuck,” Shuri hisses under her breath. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

You can’t help but let out a pitiful smile.

“Sit down, spread your legs, and put that pretty pussy up against the pole for me, sthwanda.” You were confused, but you did as she said. You sat down on the floor, its coolness sending shivers up your spine. You slowly opened your legs, pressing your drenched cunt up against the pole in front of you. You inhale softly at the contact with the metal bar, slowly beginning to grind in an attempt to gain some sense of relief. Shuri taps one of her kimoyo beads.

“And don’t cum until I tell you too,” Shuri says. And with that, the same song begins playing again, the pole vibrating to its heavy beat and you moan instantly.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“Fuck Shuri! Fuck, oh my-ohmyGOD,” you moan through shuddering breaths.

Shuri looks unbothered, as she begins to play with her kimoyo beads once more. She taps away, allowing the volume of the music to get louder resulting in an intense vibration coursing through the pole and back onto your clit. Your jaw drops, your mouth forming a perfect “O” at the stimulation.

“Shuri, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“You better not.”

“Shuri I…fuck. Oh, FUCK. I can’t. I can’t hold it anymore baby.”

Shuri rolls her eyes in response, lowering the volume of the music as the pulsations through the pole slow down along with it, but it doesn’t help. The graceful movements glide over your clit in heavy, beating motions and you release yourself right then and there.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Shuri. I can’t, oh my…FUCK.” Your body caves into a tingling ecstasy that you have no control over. Your slick runs down the vibranium pole and Shuri makes her way over to you.

“I said don’t cum unless I tell you to, did I not?”

“I tried, I swear,” you manage to say as you collect yourself. Shuri helps you get up, cupping your face in her palms. She brings your lips to hers and she does not hesitate to slide her tongue into your mouth, tasting you in all your glory. She slid another hundred into your bra.

“You’re lucky you looked good while cumming on my pole like that,” she says into your mouth. You let another moan milk off your lips. Shuri takes two tattooed digits and pushes them beneath your folds, earning another pathetic whimper escape you. You’re still achy from your orgasm, and her slender fingers skimming your swollen clit was doing nothing to ease the situation.

“Shuri…oh shit.” You drop your head into her shoulder, muffling moans into the fabric of her tracksuit. “Fuck baby, stop playing for real. Fuck me.” You’re borderline begging at this point and you hate it. You were usually the one in control when it came to these private sessions but for the first time you feel small. Helpless.

“And if I don’t?” She continues caressing your clit, and your knees begin to buckle up as you feel another orgasm approaching the threshold.

“Shuri, stop please.”

“Look at you, sthandwa. You look fucking pathetic.” She presses harder into your clit, and your mouth drops open in desperation.

“Shuri…SHURI.”

“That’s right, y/n. Be a whore for it.”

“Shuri…fuck. Tell me I can cum, please.”

Your knees almost give out, but Shuri pulls away instantly. Your dew tugs with her fingers, but she breaks the line as she sucks her digits dry. You dig your face into the nape of her neck, admiring the tattoo that rests behind her ear. You were so close yet Shuri denied your pleasure and it made you want more. You breathed heavily into the material before Shuri yanked your box braids, forcing your eyes on hers. She cups your drenched cunt, her fingers so close yet so far to where they need to be.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Fuck you,” you challenge, teasing your limits. She reacts instantly, forcing you to bend over onto the couch. Your ass is up in the air and your cheek is pressed against the leather below. You feel an intense sting course through your thighs as Shuri slaps down hard on your plush ass. She does it again. And again. Tears run down your face in pleasure at the degrading act, your pussy clenching with each hit.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“You, Shuri. YOU.” You’re reckless, desperate to spill all over her hands, her face, literally ANYWHERE on her body. She slaps your ass hard one last time, sending electricity up your spine and down your cunt. Your ass is sore, and she caresses your skin to ease your pain. She tugs your braids one more time, locking your eyes with hers.

“Fucking behave.” She gently releases, placing a kiss on the top of your head. She sits down on the couch beside you, patting her lap so you can take a seat.

“Sit, nkosazana.” You oblige, sitting between her spread legs. Your ass pressed against her pussy, and she breathed in sharply at the contact. You rest your back on her chest, becoming fully submissive to her reign. Shuri unclips your bra, your cash spilling all over you. She runs her hands down your thighs, prying them open with effortless determination.

“Look,” she says, pointing to the mirror in front of you. “Look at that pretty pussy of yours.”

You obey her, admiring the way your legs spread open, your cunt rich and swollen. Shuri begins trailing her fingers between your folds, and your back arches almost instantly at the contact. “Relax baby, relax.” She continues her slow strokes before shoving two fingers up your wet entrance. She pumps in and out, massaging your tight walls and you whimper beneath her touch.

“Unh,” is all you manage to say between her playful strokes. She goes harder. Deeper. Curling just right to hit the forbidden fruit. “UNH.”

“It feels so…”

“It feels so what? Use your words, baby.”

You’re fucking trying, but the way she fits so perfectly into you is prohibiting you from forming a coherent sentence.

“You feel so good,” you finally say.

Shuri takes her free hand, and wraps it around your throat, squeezing firmly on your windpipe. Your moans become broken at the restricted oxygen, and it pushes your orgasm closer.

“Yeah that’s right, baby. Choke.” She squeezes harder, and you buck your hips forward at the impact. You look up at the reflection of tattooed fingers drowning in your cunt. You watch the way Shuri’s eyes lock on your dewy center, and you thrust harder at the image.

“Shuri,” you gasp. “I’m gonna…fuck. I need to cum, please.”

“Just hold on baby, let me enjoy this view a little longer, yeah?”

“I…ok.”

“Uthixo ntombazana (Good girl).” She adds in a third finger and you begin to moan her name like music, and she was the composer. You thrust with every pump she gives you, your ass pushing against her pussy with each drive. You earn a small moan from her which drives you mad. The pressure coursing through you is unbearable, and you literally fight with your orgasm. You want so badly to please her, and do as she says but it’s all too much.

“Shuri, I need to cum, fuck I can’t hold it any longer. Please let me cum.”

“Cum, sthandwa. Spill on my fingers. Let me see it.”

And with that, her words pierce through your skin and her fingers do not halt. A wave of euphoria throbs through your walls as you buck your hips through your orgasm.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. FUCK, that’s feels so fucking good, shit.”

“Who owns you??”

“You.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“You, baby, YOU. Oh my fuck, unh. Oh my god you feel so good.” You collapse into her chest, breathing heavily as your mind and body return to earth. Shuri removes her fingers from your inside you, bringing them to your mouth as you suck your pleasure off. You suck with sensual intention, imagining your tongue in other places.

“Wenze ngokumangalisayo, sana (You did amazing, baby).” You’re clueless to the words that are coming out of her mouth, but the sound of her using her native tongue against you makes your body shiver.

“Get on your knees, y/n.”

You pull her words in you as you gather the strength to collect your limp body, kneeling down in front of the Panther. She shallowly pushes her fingers beneath her pants and past her boxers, swooshing her fingers through her wet pussy.

“You hear that, y/n? That’s all you. You did this.” She pulls out, and shoves her fingers inside your mouth. “Suck.”

And you do. You hum into her fingers, licking her slick right off. She fiddles with the band of her boxer briefs, motioning you to pull them down. You do.

“I should tell you, this is gonna be another $200.” Your voice is seductive. Sultry.

Shuri smirks. “You talk too much. Why don’t you shut up and use that tongue for other things, yeah?” She spread her legs open, exposing her wet cunt to you. You know exactly what you have to do and you do it. You take your tongue, and lick one flat stripe up her pussy. You inhale her juices, salivating in how drenched she is for you.

“Fuck,” she groans. “Fuck, yeah baby. Just like that. Fuck my shit.”

She grasps the back of your neck, pushing you further into her pussy. You take your tongue and dance with it, swirling around her clit. She sinfully moans your name, as you fuck her with your mouth.

“Look who’s the whore now,” you say into her cunt. Your face is completely submerged into her, swiping up and down, in and out.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Shit, y/n. I’m gonna cum. Keep doing your shit baby, yes. You’re doing so well.” She gently arches forward, drowning you in her sex. It’s almost suffocating, but the sound of Shuri moaning your name without regret makes you forget you need to breathe.

“Fuck Shuri, you taste so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Shuri is on the brink of cumming, you can feel her pulsate on your taste buds.

“Cum baby. I wanna taste it.” Shuri grinds faster, fucking your face as she releases herself into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n. SHIT, baby. Just like that, yes. SHIT.” You tongue fuck her through it, slowing down your pace as she comes down from her high. You remove your face from her saturated pussy, placing one last kiss on her clit and she inhales sharply at the gesture. You bring yourself to her level, placing your lips on hers as she tastes the power of your mouth.

“You taste fucking good,” you say one last time. Shuri looks at you, her eyes tracing back to her state of dominance. She pulls your waist in as you stand in between her spread legs, your fishnet stocking being the only thing in the way of you being completely naked. She stands up and hovers over you. She gives you a smirk, her silver lined teeth give you unholy thoughts and you can only hope she plans to ease them.

“How do you feel about making a little extra?” You gulp, anxious to see what she has in mind but eager to feel her again. The truth is, you would probably do it for free, but sex and money was the corrupt solution to the emptiness you felt in your pussy. You needed more.

“You know I’m down to make some extra cash,” you say into her. Again, Shuri grins with pride. She places you on the couch, stomach side down. You push your ass up in response, greedy for her touch. Shuri chuckles at the gesture as she taps her kimoyo beads once more. Her strap hugs her crotch like it belongs to her. Bringing your ass closer to her, she takes the tip and places it just enough into your folds that you already begin to moan.

“And remember…you cum when I allow you to cum,” she repeats.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Her length is smashing into you, destroying your pussy walls as your ass pushes back into her with each thrust.

“Oh my fucking god, Shuri…OH MY GOD.” Tears of sexual bliss stream down your cheeks as your pussy welcomes her in.

“Take this dick, sthandwa. Be a good girl for me.”

The position makes it feel as though she’s tapping your stomach, and your jaw clenches on impact. She pauses for a second, removing one of your fishnet stockings off your legs. You use those few seconds to catch your breath…until you feel it. Shuri takes the stocking and wraps it around your throat. She pulls, applying just enough pressure for you to slightly gasp as she resumes her brutal pace. You love it.

“Oh my fucking god,” you say through heavy pants. Shuri pulls tighter, choking you. You stick your tongue out in response, your lungs need the oxygen but your pussy flutters with the restriction.

“That’s right, y/n. Don’t fight it. Just struggle baby, I’m right here.” Even through the restricted airflow, your moans are pitiful. You are completely under her dominion as she rams further and further into you. “Keep sticking that pretty tongue out, I wanna see you choke.”

She feels like heaven inside you, and you can sense the way your juices run down your thighs with no shame. Your pussy walls contract, the blood inside you preparing to put you out of your misery with each viscous stroke. Shuri eases her grasp, allowing you some air.

“Shuri, baby. You feel so good, please don’t stop. Choke me again, I’m so close.” And with that, the stocking tightens once more.

“Your pussy is amazing, y/n. Fuck. So fucking tight.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“I’m yours Shuri, I’m…shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet.”

“But--”

Shuri yanks the stocking tighter, forcing your head up.

“I said not yet.”

You fight with every cell in your body to not cum. You wanted to make her proud, make the Panther proud. You bite down on your bottom lip, whimpering as your box braids trail down your back. You turn your head, in awe of the reflection staring back at you. The sight of Shuri’s tight grip on your throat as she owns you is cathartic. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm of her thrusts, your arch was perfect.

Shuri moved like a pro, evident that she does this often but you did not care right now. You needed her and you let her have her way with you. Her dick fucked your walls like they knew you all too well, and you could do nothing but embrace the impact. Your pussy began clenching harder and harder around her grip, leaving Shuri no choice but to give you permission to let go.

“Fuck. You can cum now, y/n. It’s ok, let it out.”

Finally, your pussy gives in, allowing you the most out-of-body experience imaginable. It’s mind shattering, the way your walls contract up against her and you ooze with satisfaction. You dig your face into the leather beneath you, your moans muffling into the material but Shuri yanks you back up, making sure she can hear the sex falling off your tongue.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m still cumming. It won’t—it won’t stop.”

“Let it all out, y/n. I wanna hear it. Show me how good it feels.”

Your orgasm refuses to stop and everything you know about control is out of the question as you completely submit to your pleasure.

Finally, Shuri eases her grasp, bringing full oxygen back to your lungs. She takes out her strap, but your walls are still throbbing from its earlier impact. She lies on her back, placing her face just under your pussy so she can lick you clean herself. You moan, as she pushes your pussy onto her face, using her tongue to suck you dry. Your orgasm is still going, and this was not helping.

“Shuri, I…I can’t.” She doesn’t let you go. You don’t want her to let go. You ride her face lightly, until she decides that you’re done. She releases you from her grasp, and you collapse on the couch. You reposition yourself so you're laying on your back, catching your much needed breath. You are both physically and mentally tired. Shuri stands up, pulling herself together from that intense workout you shared.

“Kiss me,” you beg. Shuri rolls her eyes, but she does. She leans down, and places a kiss on your forehead before she reaches your lips. She gently placed her fingers on your head, tracing your perfectly crafted box braids.

“I did them myself,” you say with pride, still catching your breath from her touch. Shuri smiles.

“You’re really fucking pretty, you know that right?”

You bite down on your lip, nodding a faint ‘yes’ to please her.

“Mhmm.”

“Now tell me, nkosazana…which of your clients have ever made you feel like that?”

You hesitate, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, but it’s no use. “None.”

She pulls out more cash, slowly sliding it down your abdomen until she reaches your cunt, stopping there. You moan so easily, and it makes Shuri chuckle. You look down, admiring the site of fresh cash resting between your thick thighs. It was the second closest thing to sex.

“And which of them pays you this good?”

“None.”

“And how many of them are as good looking as me?”

You roll your eyes at her cockiness. “None.”

“So tell me y/n, what reason do you have to work at that club when you can just work for me?”

You pause for a second, basking in her request.

“Shuri?”

“Answer me.”

“...none.”

“Then it’s settled.” ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

[yelena-bellova]

RDJ could not be more right in saying he did some of his best work in Marvel but it got discredited because they were superhero movies.

And why it bothers me so much that Marvel movies are just disregarded is because it’s a genre that contains some of the best actors in Hollywood, past and present, acting their asses off.

Oscar Isaac - Moon Knight/X-Men Apocalypse

James McAvoy - X-Men

Michael Fassbender - X-Men

Hugh Jackman- X-Men

Jeremy Renner - The Avengers/Hawkeye

Elizabeth Olsen - Avengers/Civil War/Wandavision/MOM

Chadwick Boseman, Angela Basset, Lupita Nyong’o, Danai, Guirara, Letitia Wright - Black Panther

Samuel L. Jackson - the whole freakin’ thing

Tom Hiddleston - Thor/Avengers/Loki

Most of these people have been hailed by Hollywood and are decorated. Some of their best and most memorable work is contained in their Marvel projects but guess what? Film snobs wouldn’t know because they’ve said the genre is worthless because of CGI and silly plot lines.

You don’t like superhero movies? Fine. But you’re missing out on some damn good acting.

[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 1 // Namor

Pairing: Namor X POC Reader

Warning: SPOILERS If you haven't seen Black Panther 2 / Violence

A/N: Time to roll out the Namor fics! Because that man had me in a chokehold!

Chapter 2

You were fuming. Stuck on this stupid military site in the middle of the fucking ocean with two people pole who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Taking a student's science fair project is one thing, but actually stumbling across vibranium in the middle of the ocean. Yeah that's not good. You have to keep it out of the wrong hands. You promised Shuri. Even if you had to use your powers to do so. 

T'Challa calls it being gifted. You call it being cursed. Being able to manipulate things telepathically. Force fields, mind control and shit. Nothing too extreme like Wanda Maximoff. More of a simplified version. Only difference is you can see through other people's eyes. 

Shuri always wanted to see you do it in person. Wakanda has done so much for you. Saved your life when Killmonger took over, treated your stab wound from battle, and offered their home to you. I made new friends and found a family. You owe them your life. Queen Ramonda, Shuri, T'Challa. The least you could do was help protect what was theirs

"We should leave it alone! You and everyone else heard what the queen of Wakanda said. We can't just go around stealing their resources!" You shouted as the general stood with his arms crossed. 

"Vibranium could be what this nation needs to prevent war. And it's right here at the bottom of the ocean." The other agent spoke and you snapped your head in her direction.

"Taking the vibranium will start a war! Are you guys that dense?" You shouted and then she stood holding her hands out to calm you down.

"Professor. Y/N. Please we are too close to pull back now. The vibranium is right there." She tried to reason with you but you knew the consequences behind this. Especially after hearing the queen's threat. You knew better than to take it lightly. 

"And what if the Wakandans show up. If they decide to take more of a lethal approach? That is a war you won't win." You told her as the general walked closer to the two of you.

"Professor, we brought you out here to help us find and secure the vibranium given your abilities. What we didnt bring you here for was to give us a pep talk. Now if you won't help us, you can go back to that classroom at that university."

It's true they came to you because of your experience with Wakanda and the folklore you grew up on. With you knowing the history of Wakanda and vibranium, you were a perfect pick. You didn't however expect them to actually find it. 

"My pep talk just might save your ass, general. I'm not talking for my health. You wanted me here because I've been there, I know them. Now I'm trying to help you BECAUSE I've been there. This will not end well for you." You sneered in defiance and he scoffed. 

"Fine. We won't need you up here. Take her to her room, and keep her there." You raised an eyebrow as a soldier grabbed your arm, dragging you out the room. 

"Ross will hear about this!" 

After a couple minutes descending the stairs you were now locked in your room with the soldier standing guard at the door. 

"Fucking asshole!" You shouted as you slid your back down the wall to sit on the floor while you held up your hand. The green hue danced around your brown fingers as you stared into the small void it created. You smiled at the memory you had stored away from when you revealed this to Shuri and T'Challa for the first time. How they asked you to stay in Wakanda with them. As much as you wanted to stay, you had to decline because you couldn't leave your younger brother behind. But now your brother is in college and T'Challa is gone. You should've been there. With them. To console them as they did you when your mother died.

"They're making a mistake! War with Wakanda isn't a good thing!" You shouted at the guard and he waved you off. They could be coming for me, you know? I could've contacted them about the vibranium you guys found down there!" You lied through your teeth and grinned when that caught his attention. He turned to you with a horrified stare and you shrugged. 

"They are my friends, you know." You started as you stood on your feet walking towards the door. He went to speak before a couple of gunshots rang out and we both froze. 

"Did you really contact the Wakandans?" He asked with fear laced in his voice. 

"Um no. I was bullshitting you actually. Are we under attack?" You questioned and he readied his weapon before taking a deep breath. 

"Stay here." He said and you shrugged. 

"Not like I have a choice. Wait, don't leave me down here!" You screamed after him as he went to investigate what was going on. You quickly locked the door and shot out a small green sphere into his back as he disappeared up the stairs where you couldn't see him anymore. Closing your eyes your vision was replaced with the soldier's as he slowly approached the top. The general was now a dead man as he hung from the wall by a spear. He looked up into the sky in time to see the chopper get thrown into the ocean.

The soldier's breathing became irregular as he began to panic so you decided to speak to him. "Relax, just hurry up and radio for help." He jumped a bit, startled by the voice in his head and he sighed. 

"I forgot you could do that." He mumbled as he went for the general's radio. "Mayday. We're under attack at the vibranium site. Send a strike team now."

"Copy that. Do you recognize the assailants?" Another voice asked and he looked around. "Wakandans."

"No. These aren't Wakandans." You said and the soldier frowned. 

"Then who-" Without warning your vision came back to you causing you to fall over. The soldier is dead. You sat up to catch your breath as you stared at the door.

"Who the fuck-" you started before the sound of the steps reached your ears. You quickly stood with your arm stretched out aiming at the door ready for whoever it may be. The knob turned once before complete silence engulfed the room. You held my stance as some curls fell in your face. Whatever it is, you're ready for it.

[desswright29]

Femininity Pt.2

Pairing: Shuri X Reader

Contains: Smut(18+), violence, slight angst, fluff. Shuri being fine af per usual.

Word count: 4,6k

A/n: Thought I’d drop something cute before I destroy y’all with this series lol. Enjoy!

The sun streamed through your floor to ceiling windows, cascading onto the light wood floors.  Setting your beautiful home aglow, as music poured through out the area. With your balcony doors ajar you could hear the waves of the ocean and the smell of the nearby beach took over your home. Today was a beautiful summer day. You’d sent Zah with his grandparents and invited Asia over for brunch. Currently you were frantically trying on outfits that you’d bought specifically for this special day, forcing opinions out of your friend. On edge, nervous excitement filling your body to the brim, as you stepped out of your room once again doing a spin to show off your dress. 

“DAMN!” Asia obnoxiously yells. She sat at the bar in your home pouring a glass of your Double Diamond Oakville Cabernet Sauvignon, giving you a once over. “Asia! This is why you stay uninvited! That’s an expensive ass bottle you’re pouring!” She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch! Aren’t you dating a Queen? I’m sure you can afford it.” Your palms began to sweat at the thought of your very recent relationship status with Shuri. It had been about Two months; but unfortunately almost three weeks after you’d made it official The Black Panther was sent on a mission. Meaning you hadn’t seen eachother since, and only talked sparingly. You’d been worried sick but, you understood that this was a consequence of dating the Queen. “I don’t even care right now. I’m nervous as fuck!” Shuri had returned to Wakanda two weeks ago, and today she was due back in Cali where she would be visiting you and Zah for awhile. 

“Well you’re definitely gonna knock her head back with that dress. Look no further!”

“It’s not too much is it?”

“It’s just enough to get exactly what you’re looking for.” Smirking she looked you up and down. You’re waist length micro loc’s had recently been re-tied and dyed red. You wore them down, completely straight with a middle part. You wore a fresh face, lashes and brows freshly done lips plumped and glossy. A short red, spaghetti strap dress adorned your curvaceous figure. The tie inbetween your breast undone giving a peak at your perky breast. The dress clung to your body, an opening on the left side revealing the supple skin of your waist. Just under your vulumptious ass, a short layer of lace flared out beneath. An ultra thin gold necklace wrapped around your neck with a small S charm dangling from its center. Your body glistened from head to toe. A gold anklet graced your pretty ankle. You were soft, supple, hydrated, and smelled just as good as you looked.

“Ugh! Usually I’d find something smart to say but you’re right! I need it! I’m fiending. At night I get the shakes. Shuri has fucked my entire world up.” You say as you grab a glass and pour yourself some of the expensive red wine. Taking a sip you walk towards the couch as Asia follows you, and takes a seat. “Girl, I can tell you got it bad. You over there shivering and shit. Calm down!” 

“You can see me shaking?”

“Hell yea! You got the couch vibrating” Both of you burst into loud laughter, hitting eachother as you cackled. Quietly, Shuri entered the house with the key you’d given her, hearing the laughter from the foyer, she closed the door and made her way down the wide hallway. Leaning against the wall at the entrance to your living room, she smiled waiting for the laughter to die down. “Looks like I arrived just in time for the party.” Both you and Asia taken by surprise jumped a bit turning behind you at the sound of her voice. 

“Sssshhhiiiittt.” Both of you whispered at the sight of Shuri. Shoulder leaned against the wall, sunglasses perched on her nose, legs crossed, and hands clasped in front of her. Her curls were freshly done, under cut fresh, and she wore an all black silk short set. The top unbuttoned halfway; nothing underneath but a single gold chain the pendant of your initial sitting perfectly between the valley of her small breast. A gold watch on her wrist, her rings glistening on her fingers. Her smile sparkled a little more than you remembered, and upon further inspection you noticed her her canines were gold, the tip of her bottom row of teeth were also covered in gold. GRILLS!! 

You shoved your drink at Asia, hopped over the back of the couch and ran into Shuri’s arms.

“Babyyyyyyy!!” Her arms were open wide, smile as big as the sun as you jumped inside of them. Effortlessly, she catches you by your ass as you wrap your thick thighs around her slim waist, your arms wrapping around her neck. She grabbed a fist full of your hair, planting firm kisses on your cheeks down to your neck. “I missed you so much Shuri” Your eyes watered and voice cracked as you held her tighter, body quivering at her touch, her kiss. Shuri pulled back looking into your eyes. “You crying mama? Don’t cry baby girl. I’m here now. I’m safe.” She wiped at a fallen tear and your lips finally connected in a passionate kiss. 

“Y’all cute as fuck! I want to love somebody like that!” Asia interrupts, from across the room. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes hopping out of Shuri’s arms as she laughed. You turn to face Asia as Shuri pulled you back against her by your waist wrapping her arms around you, chin settling on your shoulder.  “You must be Asia. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yea? Well she can kiss my ass, cause I know she was talking shit.” You smack your lips and Shuri laughs as you stare Asia down. “It’s nice to finally meet you your highness” She came forward extending her hand for a shake and Shuri took it. “No need for the formalities Shuri is just fine.”

“Well Shuri. I was just heading out. I’ll leave you two love birds to your reunion.” She said collecting her things. “Yes, she was.” You said as you remove yourself from Shuri’s arms to help her gather her things. “Uh Uh! Don’t be rushing me out now hoe! Tryna get rid of me to get you’re back br-“

“ASIA PLEASE! For once,filter it!”

“And ion know how to do that!”

“And this is why I talk shit. Bye girl!”

“Bye! Walk me out. It was a pleasure meeting you Shuri.” 

“The pleasures all mine.” Shuri says smiling with a slight laugh, Grills on full display.

“Mm mm mm” Asia says shaking her head walking towards the door. You could hear Shuri chuckle as you walk Asia out. “Girl that woman is fine as fuck. You hit the fucking lottery. Pictures don’t do her justice! No disrespect but my knees went weak when I saw her. Fuuuuck.” 

“Yea you doing a lot. But imma let you slide today. She does look a lil too good.”

“Well you need to go take that for a ride girl. Hell I almost want to stay and watch.”

“Too far. Please leave.” You both laugh and hug and Asia heads home. You release a deep sigh as you close the door. Walking back into the living room, stopping at the sight of Shuri leaned against the back of the couch. Lip trapped between her teeth. “She seems fun” She says. “She aight.” You slowly walk over to her putting an extra sway in your walk as her eyes trailed over your body. A soft groan left her throat. “You look so fucking … Whew baby girl. I don’t have the words.” Your pretty smile spread across your face, blushing as you made it back into your lovers arms. Melting into her as she enveloped you. This felt like home. 

“You’re looking edible yourself Panther. You’re early.” Bending to reach your small stature Shuri rubbed her nose against yours. “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms again entle.” Her hands caressed your curves as her breath grazed over you lips. “Oh yea? And what was the plan from there.” you say removing her shades from her eyes. Sighing from the intensity in her gaze. A chill running down your spine. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” In a second you were lifted back into Shuri’s arms, her lips attached to your neck as she walked around the couch. She sat with you in her lap as you began making out on the couch. Unbuttoning the rest of her shirt as she lifted your dress. The time apart left no room for foreplay you both needed eachother now. Shuri reached between the two of you rubbing your clit over top of your thong. Throwing your head back you grind against her hand. “Oh, fuuuck Shuri” you moaned out. 

“Mmm, is this what I do to you beautiful?” Sliding your panties to the side she slid her fingers through your sopping wet slit. “Oh my God I have to taste it.” You were on your back before you knew it; Shuri hovering over top of you, kissing down your body making her way to your wet mound. She quickly ripped your thong from your body, causing your back to arch. “Oh how I missed you sweet girl.” She spoke into your vagina before diving in. Spreading your lips open she placed a kiss on your clit.  “Oooh, yes! Make me feel good Panther. She’s missed you like crazy.” In response Shuri attached her mouth to your clit sucking on it moving her head up and down, as she moaned. Your hands made their way into her hair as you tugged mouth falling wide open. “Oh God! You’re the best. The fucking best baby!” 

“You taste so sweet baby I need it I missed it so much. I’m thirsty baby. Let me drink it.”

“Mhmm drink me baby! Make this pussy squirt in your mouth.” She added two fingers to your cunt and began to mercilessly pound into your pussy. “Oh Panther! You always know what to do! I-I’m gonna cum! Fuuuck make me cum!”

“MOOOOOMMYYYY!!!” Your eyes widen and Shuri immediately detached from your pussy and hit the floor. “What the fuck” she mouthed at you.  “I don’t know” you mouthed back quickly adjusting your clothes “Hold on Zah!” You yell. “Go to the room. Hurry!!” You whisper yell at Shuri as she spider crawled to the room, To clean your juices off of her, picking up your ripped underwear on the way. She got out just in time as Zahir and his father walked into the room. Your face immediately dropped. “H-hey! What are you guys doing here? How’d you get in?” You’re voice shook a bit. 

“It was unlocked”

Zah’s Father Traves looked around the room as though he was searching for something. You snapped. “Uh hello! That doesn’t mean you can just walk in.” His eyes met yours as a grimace sat on his face. 

“Who you got over here?”

“Don’t start that Trav. Why are you here?”

“Zah, wanted me to see the gauntlet that ‘mommies friend’ made him.” He said putting his fingers up in air quotes. “Who’s mommies friend. And why haven’t I met him before he’s been around my son.” On cue, Shuri reappeared from the room, mugging Traves hard, buttoned up and fresh as though nothing had happened. Zah’s eyes lit up and he ran toward her full speed.

“SHURIIII!!” 

“Zah Zah!! My main man! What’s up little guy! Still working on those muscles I see!” Shuri smiles swooping him up into her arms. Traves watched in shock as his son played with the Queen of a nation. “Yep! I can do a hundred push ups.”

“No you can’t!” Shuri said in playful disbelief. “Uh huh! I can show you!” He said trying to wiggle out of her arms. “Oh yea? I gotta see this. You’ll have to show me later. But, Right now I need you to go up to your room and don’t come down until me or your mommy come to get you. Ok” 

“Yes, ma’am” he said before taking off running to his room. 

“Are you gonna introduce us Y/n?” Trav interrupts. “I know who you are, and I know you know who I am. So that won’t be necessary.” Shuri says, staring him down. She was fully aware of the checkered past of you and Zah’s father and she was not a fan, nor did she intend to pretend to be. Trav looked at Shuri and scoffed. “I know of you. But I don’t know enough about you for you to be around my son.” Shuri chuckles, looking at you. “This guy” she says pointing at him with her thumb.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem!?” He says stepping forward as Shuri took a step forward as well. 

“I don’t like you. And that’s not as much of a problem for me as it is you.” Shuri calmly states. “This what you doing now y/n. You fucking females, got my son around this dyke. Bout to have him confused.” Shuri laughed, grills glistening in the suns rays. “Scared a woman might be more of a man than you?”

“Just cause you look like one doesn’t mean you measure up”

“Ah Ha! Is that why you’re staring so hard. Y/n I think he’s trying to tell us something. What did that video you were showing me say. *singing* Be who you arrrrree.” Traves clears the room, stepping in Shuri’s face, as she stands there with a smirk on her face. “Oooh, aggressive, I’m shaking.” She states sarcastically.

“Ok, ok! Listen you two! We’re adults. This is stupid!”

“No, Sthandwa. He likes hitting women right? Let him hit me.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, the smirk never leaving her face. 

“Oh that’s what she told you.”

“Nah. That’s what I saw. And I’ve been waiting for your ass ever since”

“Shuri baby. Let it go. He isn’t worth this”

“You’re right. But you and Zah are. So, tell me. Why are you here and why do you have Zah, Because as far as I know y/n has a restraining order against you and you’re only allowed supervised visits.” 

“You should mind your fucking business”

“You haven’t guessed it yet? Y/n and Zahir are my fucking business, and you have 30 seconds to get out of my face and out of this house before I stomp you through the floor.” Your phone began to ring getting you and Traves’s attention. Shuri’s eyes remaining trained on Trav. 

“Yes he’s here….. we’re safe, but how did he get Zah!…. No he’s staying here. Why would you let that happen!…. Just get them sent here!” You hang up. “The police are on their way I suggest you go peacefully so we don’t make a scene in front of Zah. Please.” You finally walked around the couch leaning against the back. Trav looked at you and then to Shuri. He nodded his head and turned to walk out, when suddenly he decides to run over to try and wrap his hands around your throat. In the blink on an eye Shuri had her hands around his throat and he was through the living room wall with Shuri right in top of him. 

“Fuck!” You yell, as Zah came running from the room crying. You run to comfort him and sheild his eyes. Shuri’s eyes were wild as she choked the life out of Traves. 

“Are you fucking crazy!” She yelled at his unconscious body. “Shuri don’t kill him! Don’t kill him! Not infront of Zah!” Snapping out of it she stood up dusting the drywall residue off of her. “I’ll get it replaced nkosazana.” She walks over and grabs Zah from your arms as he cried. “I’m sorry, I scared you little man” she says as she sits on the stairs holding him. The doorbell rings and there was a knock on the door. “Police!!”

“Take him upstairs please”

“I got him.” She says, carrying him up the stairs. Opening the door you let the police in to get Trav. “What happened here ma’am?” They asked. “Um He got a bit belligerent and fell through the wall” You say quickly coming up with an excuse to cover Shuri’s ass. They looked at you skeptically but proceeded to arrest him and escort him off of the property. “What the fuck was that” you say to yourself as you walk up the stairs to check on Shuri and Zah. Opening the door your heart melts at the sight infront of you. Shuri lay in the bed with Zah on her chest she sang him a song in Xhosa as he fell asleep. The sunset cast an orange glow throughout the room, pouring over your son and your girlfriend. You’d never felt more safe and protected than you had in that moment. Closing the door you head down stairs to clean up the mess. 

After a while you hear shuffling on the stairs. Looking up you see Shuri headed down. You continue clearing the wine glasses from the living room table. You try to walk straight past her to the kitchen but she grabs your arm pulling you into her. “Are you mad Ubusi? I’m so sorry I’ll get it fixed. I just got so angr-“ the glasses in your hand fell to the floor and you grabbed Shuri by the collar of her shirt smashing your lips into hers. She hungrily returned the kiss. Her fist bunching up the fabric in the back of your dress. You pull away looking into her eyes.

“Thank you so much Shuri. I’ve never felt so safe, so protected in my life. I-I’m so sorry about all this, this definitely was not the plan for you to have to come into this bullshit today. I understand if you don’t want to have to deal with this. I already have a child I know you don’t need all of this baggage. I don’t want to be a burden.” You start to break down in her arms. 

“Hey, hey” She takes your chin in her pointer finger lifting your head up to her. “When did I suggest that you were a burden?” You try to look down and her grip tightened on your chin. “No, no. Look at me and you listen. Listen to me good. It will never. NEVER be an issue for me to protect what I love. And I loooove you. And I loooove Zah. And you can put a frame around that hole in the wall to represent the bare minimum of what I’d do to anybody who has the gall to threaten my family. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will be my wife one day and I’m going to treat you as such. So get used to being loved and protected like you never have before. I’d move mountains for you umfazi. You’ve got to know that.” As this fine specimen of a woman reassured you of her commitment to you and your son only one thing ran through your mind. 

“Fuck me Shuri” Shuri’s head canted back in surprise but a slow smile spread across her face. Those beautiful grills showing themselves again. “You want me to fuck you?” She said licking her lips. You nod. “Hard and long make me cum over and over again. Take care of me Shuri.” Her eyes darkened and her nostrils flared as she licked her bottom lip nodding. “Gladly.” She picked you up carrying you to the room. As soon as the door closed you began shedding Shuri’s clothes. Unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. You couldn’t wait to see her undressed in all her naked glory. Attaching yourself to her neck you begun to suck, kiss, and lick all over her. You wanted to taste her, to feel her, hell to live in her skin. 

Removing yourself from her arms you kissed her while walking her back towards the bed. “C-can I be in control for awhile. I want to make you feel good.” Shuri raised a brow, smiling at the irony of the question. “Just do it sthandwa.” You took her by her waist and positioned her on your lap to straddle your thigh. Once on top of you she pulled your dress over your head allowing your breast spill out. Tossing your dress to the side she began to grind into your thigh as you flexed it and sucked on her breast. “Ssss oooh” She moaned as you grab her hips guiding her thrust. She began tugging and pinching on your nipples while nibbling on your ear. Your hands were all over her body as she began to ride you with fever. “Mmmmm undenza ndizive kamnandi (you make me feel so good)” She whispered in your ear. Whimpering, her hot breath caressing your skin. “You take such good care of us mama, I want to make you feel good baby girl, I want to make you cum. I want to take care of you too baby. I can take care of you too.” Shuri’s hips stuttered before she picked up her pace. Throwing her head back and grabbing her one of her breast. “Oooo YES! Take care of me bhabha (baby)” Grabbing her ass and squeezing you ask “You gonna cum for me?”

She nods biting her lip “mhmm”. Watching Shuri unravel for you made you swell with pride. Allowing her to release herself from her protectiveness allowing her to set aside masculinity and be treated like the pretty pretty princess she was made you feel…. Powerful. You smack the side of her ass “Cum pretty girl. Cum for me so I can taste you.” A high pitched groan fell from Shuri’s mouth as she began to release on your thigh. Her body shook as you sucked her whole breast into your mouth moaning. “inkosazana entle (pretty Princess)” You say once she calms down from her orgasam. She shivered hearing you speak to her in her native tongue. Her eyes were glazed over in bliss as she succumbed to you. Allowing you to easily lie her on her back. You hover over top of her and slowly kiss her lips. “I love you Shuri Udaku” you whisper. “I love you too sooo much y/n l/n.” She sounded so soft, so feminine. You smile and began kissing your way down her body. Getting on your knees on the side of the bed you pull Shuri to the edge and begin to dive in. You lap at her clit and she starts climbing up the bed running in over stimulation. You grab her thighs pulling her back to you. “Mm mm, no running baby” 

You open your mouth wide and take her entire pussy inside your mouth and suck. Sucking all the cum off of her pussy. You open her pussy lips with a long stripe of the tongue and then focused on her clit. Grabbing a hand full of your locs she began grinding her pussy into your face. You opened your mouth and moved your head in circles allowing her to use your face to get off. “Uhn oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum again. Oh Bast, Oh Bast, You feel her thighs shaking above your shoulders. You give her a muffled “uhhuh” and she immediately gushes onto your face. You clean her up with your mouth and come up to give her a kiss. She looks up at you like you moved heaven and earth and you get lost in her beautiful brown eyes. Her hands traveled down your body to your bare soaking wet pussy. Running her fingers through your folds she closes her eyes and hums as she adds two fingers. You began to grind riding her fingers like a dick as she pumps in and out of you. 

Suddenly she sat up. Standing with you in her arms. She walked to the closest wall “I think you’re ready for me now.” Pressing her kimoyo bead earring, her strap materialized and she slowly sunk it into you. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she grabbed your ass pressing you harder onto her strap. Both your heads lulled forward foreheads connecting as she began to move. Bouncing you up and down her shaft by gripping your ass cheeks. 

“Shuri! Yes!” She pressed you harder against the wall. Taking you by the back of your knees she held you wide open pressing your legs back into the wall she drilled into you. Your mouth fell open as you began to fill full. Your body reaching the brink of explosion. 

“Hmmmm, fuck me, fuck me Shuri. F-fuck me!”  You grunted tears streaming down your face as she set an unimaginable pace, placing your legs up on her shoulders and using the wall for balance. She got deeper slowing her strokes to a slow roll. “ndive mntanam (you feel me baby), Deep inside you. I’m trying to touch your heart. Can you feel it?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as saliva comes out of the side of your mouth. Shuri chuckles and picks up the pace. “Oh you love this shit. You like when mommy takes care of you? Hm you like watching me put a man through a wall for you don’t you? It makes that pussy leak huh?” 

“Yes I love it! It’s sexy as Fuck. FUUUUCKKK! I’m cumming baby!” You began creaming all over Shuri’s strap. Body convulsing but she didn’t let up. “Just the thought got you cumming like that?” She walked you over to your vanity knocking everything off of it. Taking you off of her strap only for a second before she turned you around and pressed your breast against the cool surface of the vanity and entered you from behind. Grabbing your hair she pulled your head back forcing you to look at you two in the mirror. You watched her chain slap against her chest with each stroke, making your pussy clench around her. “Look at how sexy we are together. How I got your body trembling baby you needed me huh?” You nod. “Nuh uh, ndiphendule mntanam (answer me baby)”.  

“Got damnit yes! I’m a fiend for it Shuri! You fuck me so good!”

“Ooo I like that shit.” In response you throw one of your legs up onto the vanity and start to toss your ass back at her slapping it against her firm stomach causing it to recoil. Shuri lost her mind. “Myyyy Baaaast!! Throw that shit back for me. Oh my Bast. You should see this shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Fill me up Panther! Give me that cum!”She reached around your body and began rubbing your clit digging deeper inside of you with her strap as she got closer to her peak. “Oh Fuck mama, I’m gonna explode!” Simultaneously you both had explosive releases. Shuri’s legs gave out as you both fall to the floor. You fall beside her and you both lay staring at the ceiling catching your breath. 

“That was fucking AMAZING.” You say dreamily. “Hell yea.” Shuri agreed. You turn and position yourself on top of her lying on chest. “You’re on a roll today with destroying shit though” You say pertaining to all of your makeup items that had been on your vanity. Shuri laughs, “We’ll go shopping tomorrow sweet girl.” A few beats pass before she breaks the comfortable silence. 

“ndizakwenza umfazi wam (I’m going to make you my wife)”

[beauspot]

ok i’ve had time to sit with this viewing of wakanda forever and im only going to try to add things i haven’t spoken about before UNLESS my opinion on something has changed. i do have namuri and okoyuma brainrot so excuse any shipper nonsense you don’t care about 🥴

L O N G P O S T 👇🏾

Small Details I Noticed:

as t’challa was being carried to the city of the dead after the funeral two wakandan ships cross in the sky like they’re doing the wakandan salute

when ramonda meets with the united nations she wears purple and gold symbolizing how she’s “taking care of business” like killmonger

the color red is associated with tradition in wakanda and everything new is associated with the color the blue and blue typically is associated with what element? water

aneka and ayo are so cute 😙

the shift from background music to it being diegetic sirens was masterful

i couldn’t figure out why namor said shuri was the first surface dweller in talokan but he had a suit. then i realized duh it was from the start of the movie 🥴

Why does no one go for the Talokanil masks

t’challa falls in love with a river tribe girl, ramonda finds comfort by sources of water I don’t find it coincidental at ALL her whole family has ties to water.

every time he issues a threat Namor is looking at Ramonda but when he sets the shell down to ask them to call? he looks at shuri.

shuri wears white while she’s working in her lab because she’s still in a mourning period.

shuri’s tribe wears red namor is represented(partially) by blue and what color does shuri wear when she’s taken to his domain? purple.

I JUST REALIZED T’CHALLA JR IS THE KID THAT WALKED UP TO RAMONDA

NAMOR IS NOT THE VILLAIN. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HE TOLD SHURI THE SURFACE WOULD ATTACK THEY CUT TO A SCENE OF THEM PLANNING TO ATTACK WAKANDA

attuma is down horrendous he ain’t even join the fight in wakanda he just went looking for okoye. STAND UP.

namor and shuri pausing to stare at each other before she shoots cause they really don’t want to fight 😐

people keep saying ross’ scenes weren’t necessary and yet fully missed that namor was proved right by his scenes

N’Jadaka TOLD YALL ramonda gave her life to save riri. (doesn’t justify namor’s actions but don’t take away her agency)

shuri’s panther ears on her helmet point down like she’s ready to pounce whereas t’challa’s pointed up showing he was docile

shuri’s actions fully show us namor’s origin and how he ends up as adamant and stubborn as he is. their hatred turned them into warmongers shuri is just able to stop herself before she does something truly irreversible.

namor is such a loser he really thought shuri was finna call him on his shellphone.

in the midst of everything she remembers holding hands with namor as they watched the sunrise…hm.

Random Thoughts I Had During the Movie:

That chairman who introduced Ramonda was fine as hell

That french lady shook her head like her men ain’t break into that lab that’s wild.

Attuma’s first entrance (on the ship) had me grinning from ear to ear like “HEY BIG DADDY!”

Namor can really be brutal as fuck. The way those agents were screaming as their helicopter was spun into the ocean was scary as hell! (i’m still on his side tho ✋🏾🫱🏾liik’ik talokan)

hi anderson cooper!

i wonder why ramonda cut her hair

when shuri told her mother K’uk’ulkan was covered in vibranium he looked at her like “oh so you looked me over?” 😁

the jibari are hilarious

mbakus very silly but he has a big heart and is clearly very wise

nah okoye is right the midnight angel suit is u g l y

i cannot fully express how annoying i find de fontaine

riri my darling baby girl i love you

okoye don’t look ashy and i’m tired of them coming at my good sis

okoye is so funny 😭

the car chase scenes are always the best in these movies

i need the wakanda forever script

attuma GROWLED at okoye just kiss already

i like that attuma got his own whale and everybody else gotta share

ross is such a smol little guy who’s scared of him 🥴

angela was acting her ass off we know this but you know who else? danai. yup. i should watch the walking dead

everybody in this movie fine as hell

nakia should be in more avengers movies

nakia grew them dreads fast

their shaman was fine too everybody is HOT

why is de fontaines hair purple she looks twelve

if namor got in my face like that i’d kiss him idk

shuri fully forgot she was wearing that man’s bracelet until it was pointed out to her

mbaku’s face when he saw that whale underwater took me out.

see namor dodging shuri’s fire makes no sense he literally stands still when he’s being fired at initially and then hits the ship fire out of the air with his spear.

riri don’t listen cause ramonda definitely told her ass to run

i just-don’t get namor sometimes because he fully could have killed the scientist and shuri and he clearly doesn’t care about eternal war he just DOESN’T DO IT.

Nakia’s funeral outfit is beautiful

i will fully admit that the beauty of tenoch blinded me to namor’s brutality. that man is vicious.

aneka is so funny

iron heart has such a cute anime suit i kinda love it and hate it

we’ll probably see a different one since she can’t take it home though.

there’s something so silly about the way shuri and mbaku start to arm wrestle

the way he said “princess” and stared at her on the ship…he wanted to fuck so bad omg.

the lighting when shuri gets stabbed is insane, it becomes less saturated and green and i really like it 😗

namor’s little butt jiggle as he fell?? lol

the dissenting wakandans and talokanil are going to be a problem moving forward. they’ve each lost people and they’re not gonna let that slide.

WHY SOMEBODY BOO WHEN ANEKA KISSED AYOS HEAD. FUCK OFF HOMOPHOBE

Final Thoughts:

I really love this movie obviously but i think Tenoch being hot kinda blinded me to how cruel Namor can really be. Cause the whole time i’m thinking, he’s hot and he’s right i’m on his side. In general he doesn’t use excessive force and he gives people ample opportunities to stop fucking with him before he really goes off tho.

I still stick with my assessment that Namor isn’t a villain and you’ve missed the point if you think he is, that his actions weren’t justified but i understand he needs to protect his people so it’s not without reason.

I don’t understand why people think shuri shouldn’t have been the black panther okoye is in the dora, nakia is a spy who else was gonna be the panther?

i don’t know exactly why but this movie excites me and i am growing to love it more than any other marvel movie. this is most likely the last time ill see it in theatres since i don’t want to make myself bored with it but i’m really thankful to ryan and co for putting this out they did chad justice

[soulwrit3s]

shuriri hcs [new and updated!]

side note: these aren’t the same HCS that I uploaded on my old acc. Some may be similiar but anyway hope it’s obvious that I did better on these. enjoy them and reblogs/feedback is always welcome.

Timeline: about two years after the bpwf film.

Shuri’s convinced that they need a theme song when they go on missions but they have opposite music taste.

Shuri always makes corny ass vine references and it makes Riri cringe.

“Shuri, quit talkin’.”

Shuri practically lives in Riri’s dorm. She’s there so often that Riri kinda expects it.

Shuri cannnnot stand when Riri brings up the whole bulls game situation because she ends up fighting for her life.

Shuri loves to rest her chin on Riri’s head, if not her head then her shoulder.

Riri is the big spoon, all the time. Rarely, does she ever get spooned.

They’ve been told that they remind the lab staff of an old sassy couple because they always throw fake shade at each other.

Riri always up on herrrrrr, but shuri doesn’t mind at all.

Once they decided to play fight and Shuri forgot about her panther strength…Riri ended up with a bruise on her thigh.

Riri did not know how to work her kimoyo beads at first and ended up calling a council meeting once my accident.

Their height difference. That’s it.

they always some how matching? Not necessarily color coded but they always for some sort of matching accessories or shoes.

Shuri has no comebacks…at least not when needs them so she just agrees with what Riri says.

“Who’s the man in the relationship?”

“Your mother.”

“What she said.”

Riri asks dumbass questions in the middle of the night.

“You’d still fuck with me If I was a butterfly right?”

“No.”

Riri taught shuri how to drive an actual car on the road and they damn near crashed Riri’s red barracuda.

Shuri’s always braiding her hair.

“Would you hold still?”

“Braid less tight, then maybe I would.”

when they go out together, Shuri’s social battery runs out so quick because she’s much rather be home.

When they go shopping, Shuri’s always carrying Riri’s bags.

“You the one with super strength not me.”

Shuri sleeps 60 percent of the time so when they hang out, half of it consists of naps and it rubs off on Riri.

Shuri always making some smartass comment about Riri’s height.

“I think ironheart would be more of a success if she was taller.”

“Literally fuck off.”

Riri is genuinely unhinged because she knows how fine Shuri is.

“Drop yo drawls, bruh.”

“Riri, we’re in a council meeting.”

“They can watch-“

“You can never be serious.”

“I’m being so serious.”

Shuri cannot take a compliment for some reason. Every time Riri says something, she gets kinda shy.

Riri ‘borrows’ Shuri’s clothes.

“Yo, can I get that hoodie?”

“What-“

“I’ll give it back.”

“I know you won’t, but here….”

Shuri is so petty when it comes to her lab so Riri has her own area.

Shuri gets her mad on purpose to hear that Chicago accent. Trust she gets it.

Shuri’s a morning person and ends up having to drag Riri out of bed every single morning.

“Just get up.”

“M’coming.”

“The alarm went off an hour ago.”

Both of them love them some chains.

Riri’s unhinged, we know this but so is Shuri, just more subtly.

“We got five minutes till your next class starts.”

“Girl….”

“I’m just saying, I felt like it was worth mentioning.”

“I missed a week of school cuz of you, TWO YEARS AGO….and I need that 4.0 GPA, I’m goin to class.”

Shuri cannot stay still when she sleeps and it pisses Riri off so bad but she doesn’t say anything about it. She’s also a blanket hog so Riri has no choice but to cuddle with her.

They argue over things that don’t really need to be argued over.

“For the last time…Chicago Pizza isn’t the best.”

“What’d you just say?”

…

“Chicago was not Micheal’s best song, you’re just saying that because you’re from Chicago.”

“Shuri, i want to have a peaceful evening.”

Never let them play Uno together because it ends up in some sort of argument.

“You only took two, take four-“

“I’m not taking four cards.”

“Fuck you mean, I put down a plus four.”

“Take it back, I’m not taking four cards, Rianna.”

The same way Riri takes Shuri’s clothes, the same thing happens with Riri.

“Is that my MIT sweatshirt?”

“No.”

“….”

“It’s comfortable.”

“So it’s my sweatshirt?”

“I didn’t say that.”

As previously stated, Riri is UNHINGED…so trust that her comments make everyone turn around sometimes especially when Shuri’s done with training.

“And the jog was quite nice- are you paying attention?”

“Mhm mhm, y’all do ab workouts too?”

“My eyes are up here.”

“I know.”

“What was the last thing I said?”

“….”

“….”

Shuri hates hanging up the phone. She sleeps on the phone, eats on the phone and sometimes they just sit in silence.

[axailslink]

Fucking embarrassing

Shuri Udaku x poc plus size reader

A/n: not me accidentally deleting your request so sorry love @troiichiimera also like your thing would not @ so hopefully this finds it's way to you. Also if you are not fond of the term "big girl" please don't be shy let me know I just couldn't think of a better term. Sza like big boys I like big girls 👀 okay I'm done I'm done.

Summary: Shuri enjoys taking you out on expensive dates but sometimes less is better so you both are cuddled up on the couch when you express that you want to sit on her lap.

Shuri's kissing all over your face instead of watching the movie but it doesn't matter because neither of you ever watched the movie on movie dates. You cannot name one time where you and Shuri actually watched the whole movie. "Oh shit who died?" Shuri's eyes finally catch the screen causing you to look back with wide eyes "oh shit they killed his aunt?" You both look at each other and burst into laughter "that's not funny but why does she look like that?" You imitate her dead body pose and Shuri rolls over in laughter planting her face in your thighs. "I hate you, that's so not funny!" You laugh and gently caress her head "yet you're still laughing princess" She nods "indeed indeed." You smile at her as you both let the laughter die down and you're just staring at her. "What?" You shake your head dismissing the passing thought but she looks at you and hugs your waist. "Don't do that I'll be thinking about it all day" you stare at the TV to distract yourself from the possible embarrassment that could come rushing through your body from this question "can I sit in your lap?" She doesn't take long to reply " yeah" which causes you to look at her unsure. "The black panther can hold up to 800 pounds I am the black panther" she can see that you're still a bit unsure "I've tested it I can hold 800 pounds over my head you are nothing on my lap. So stop worrying about it and just do it." You still don't move until she grabs your waist and guides you to her lap "no difference in breathing not much strength being used my leg might fall asleep though." She smiles at you reassuring you as you sit so the way down. "See?" She avoids talking about it after that not wanting to say or do anything to make you uncomfortable but it's something about her being able to pick up more than 800 pounds that has you thinking about many things. As if she can read your mind her hands gently grip your ass "we should be watching the movie" you hum as you look down at her she just smiles "we've been watching it for an hour the movie can watch us for a bit" you're only wearing a large black T which barely covers your ass and your favorite underwear. You feel her hands rise to your waist and she gently kicks her knee up as she slowly rocks your hips against said knee. Every time you and Shuri get intimate it makes you realize just how needy you might actually be if you don't have her touch for too long. "Shuri" she shushes you as she continues to slowly guide you but you absentmindedly start to grind onto her knee yourself your head in her shoulder as you let out light whimpers and moans. She kisses down your neck gently as she feels your body start to shake and come to a slowed pace but she doesn't let you as she continues guiding you back and forth your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing as you feel your climax nearing with each passing second. You repeatedly mumble her name throughout your choked moans but she kisses you quiet as one of her hands reaches forward and rubs your clit through your underwear as if the constant rubbing wasn't enough. You come undone on her hand soaking through the cloth between you and her fingers and she kisses you. "You did so well" you can't stop the smile that spreads on your face as you look away "stop with the praise" she laughs at your immediate shyness and kisses you again "fine I won't say anything else on just how amazing you did how you kept going when you felt your climax coming or h-" you cover her mouth and shake your head "stooooop that's fucking embarrassing."

A/n: holy shit is this smut? I don't really know either way enjoy. This does not mean I'll do every smut request aight? Some of y'all mad nasty or I just ain't comfortable writing that yet.

@iwillbiteabitch

[kamaluhkhan]

i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

[theyluvlyss]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞

⚠️ spoilers after the cut ⚠️

it was so cute and good, and the references were funny lmao !!

"batman's a fascist🤬😌 !!" - george lopez

and personally, I've been found xolo maridueña attractive, my mom watched cobra kai the minute she realized it was a karate kid spin-off/story continuation, so he was already a household name/face for me, so I was already super glad to see him take on the role of jaime reyes and knew he would do well.

also-also-also, it was amazing to see his character be brought to life because I remember being tiny and having the fattest crush on jaime after watching justice league vs. teen titans, so I felt the way I felt then, now, all over again😆. also, once again, the representation?! *french kiss*💋 spectacular. they were right when they said it was practically the black panther for latinos lmfao.

also, once again, I found myself deeply relating to the main character, his job/life struggles and the way he was feeling all of that pressure coming down on him so fast from all of these outlying forces,,, yeah🥲.

unlike me, though, his family was his support system. and I so deeply loved that for him and watching his bond/connection with his family on screen was so heartwarming and refreshing (especially for dc lmao we know how they be, traumatizing their characters💀), and then basically adopting jenny kord😭💜.

lord, and when the dad, alberto, died...I felt that in my chest bro, I was crying, like, milagro screaming out for her mom, dude...

💔...like truly...

also, miss susan sarandon, hello ?!? I know she was evil, but as usual, she ate down💅🏽. if you know me, you know I will root for speed racer's mom no matter what role she's in, like, susan did that fr, she plays evil so damn well, I almost hated her😭.

but yeah, all in all, super cute and fun movie, I loved it a lot, and I definitely can't wait for the dceu to expand on jaime and his family and superhero life, especially knowing he's basically the start of the whole dceu reboot thing. james gunn, do my boy right or I swear to god, I'll re-write and re-cast the entire dceu myself and do it better. that's a threat and a promise🥰🫵🏽.

anyways, jaime reyes will be added to my list or something like that soon, and when I do that, I'll happily take requests for him cuz wheeew...! fine ass man😻🥴✨️💙.

[fourthwingfan]

Madness - Chapter 20

Hi, my dearest readers! I'm alive. The wedding was fantastic, but I'm soo tired. I barely slept the last few days. We decorated for 13 hours on Friday. Then the wedding on Saturday and we packed up everything on Sunday. And for some reason I thought that I didn't need to take a day off on Monday, I'll be fine. Well, I thought wrong. But thank you for your patience! ❤️ Here comes the new chapter. Enjoy! :)

Accusing a wingleader of wrongdoing is the most dangerous of all accusations. If you’re right, then we’ve failed as a quadrant to select the best wingleaders. If you’re wrong, you’re dead.

—My Time as a Cadet: A Memoir by General Augustine Melgren

„Jackson Marlowe.” Captain Fitzgibbons finishes reading the death roll and closes the scroll as we stand in formation the next morning, our breath creating clouds in the chilled air. “We commend their souls to Malek.”

There’s no room for sorrow in my heart for six of the eight names, not when I’m shifting my weight to soothe the ache of black-and-blue along my ribs and ignoring the way other riders stare at my face.

I went to Nolon this morning, and he mended my nose, but I wanted to keep my bruises. One of those who attacked Violet is alive. I want them to know I will not forgive. Never.

If Xaden won’t do anything about it, then I will. I’m a Melgren after all, I’m allowed to be a little crazy.

The two others on today’s list are third-years from Second Wing, killed on a training operation near the Braevick border, according to breakfast gossip, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s where Xaden had been before coming to our rescue last night.

“I can’t believe they tried to kill you while you were sleeping.” Liam’s still seething, at breakfast we told our table what happened.

“Even worse, I think I’m getting used to it. Either I have kick-ass compartmentalization skills or I really am acclimating to always being a target.” Violet says.

Captain Fitzgibbons makes some minor announcements, and I tune him out as someone strides our way, cutting through the space between the Flame and Tail Sections of our wing.

Just like it always does, my stupid, hormone-driven heart stutters at the first sight of Xaden. Even the most effective poisons come in pretty packages, and Xaden’s exactly that—as beautiful as he is lethal. He looks deceptively calm as he approaches, but I can feel his tension as if it’s my own, like a panther prowling toward his prey. The wind ruffles his hair, and I sigh at the completely unfair advantage he has over every man in this courtyard. He doesn’t even have to try to look sexy…he just is.

Oh shit. This feeling right here—the way my breath catches and my entire body draws tight when he’s near—is why I haven’t taken anyone to bed or celebrated like the rest of my perfectly normal friends. This feeling is why I haven’t wanted anyone…else.

Because I want him.

There aren’t enough curse words in the world for this.

He stops next to us and he looks toward Liam then nods in Violet’s direction.

Oh shit. Violet will be sooo angry when she realizes…

„I do not need a bodyguard!” she snaps at Xaden.

He ignores her, still looking at Liam.

“Switch places with me.” Liam whispers to me.

I look at him questioningly but he doesn’t say another word.

“Fine.” I sigh and now he stands behind Violet.

„I. Do. Not. Need. A. Bodyguard!” she repeats, a little louder this time.

One of the first-years behind me gasps, mortified by her audacity, no doubt.

Imogen snorts. “Good luck with that approach.”

Xaden stands directly in front of Violet, leaning into her space. “You do, though, as we both learned last night. And I can’t be everywhere you are. But Liam here”—he points back to the blond Tyr—“he’s a first-year, so he can be in every class, at every challenge, and I even had him assigned to library duty, so I hope you get used to him, Sorrengail.”

“And what about Aelin?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “She was with me too.”

“I don’t care about her.” Xaden replies without hesitation.

Ouch. It hurts.

Liam quickly grabs my hand and squeezes it before letting it go.

“And I don’t know if she will protect you at all costs.” Xaden continues.

“Now, that’s just a fucking excuse.” I mutter.

I will protect Violet. She’s one of the most important person in my life. And he knows it too. He’s not stupid.

“You’re overstepping.” Violet hisses at him.

“You haven’t begun to see overstepping,” he warns, his voice dropping low. “Any threat against you is a threat against me, and as we’ve already established, I have more important things to do than sleep on your floor.”

Heat flushes up her neck and stains her cheeks. “He is not sleeping in my room.”

Oh, Vi. I knew it that you like Liam.

“Of course not.” He freaking smirks. “I had him moved into the one next to yours. Wouldn’t want to overstep.” He turns on his heel and walks away, headed back to his place at the front of our formation.

“Fucking mated dragons,” Dain seethes, keeping his eyes forward.

“What? Did you move? When?” I ask Liam in shock.

“This morning. And I won’t be far. Just on the other side of Violet.” He smiles at me with a boyish grin and I can’t help it, I smile back.

“Fiinee. But I warn you, do not replace me with her.” I mock glare at him.

“How could I do it, Snappy? You’re my best friend.” He winks at me.

“Snappy? You didn’t call me that since… I don’t know.” I try to remember when was the last time.

“I call you that because you’re talking nonsense. Now pay attention.”

Fitzgibbons finishes his announcements and steps to the back of the dais, which would usually signal the end of formation, but Commandant Panchek takes the podium. He makes it a habit to avoid morning formation, which means something is up.

“What’s going on with Panchek?” Rhiannon asks at Violet’s side.

“Not sure.” I shrug.

“It has to be something big if he’s fumbling with a Codex up there,” Rhiannon says.

“Quiet,” Dain orders, glancing back over his shoulder at us for the first time this morning. He does a double-take, his eyes flaring wide as he catches sight of Violet’s neck. “Vi?”

„I’m fine,” she assures him, but he’s still staring at her throat, locked in shock. “Squad Leader Aetos, people are staring.” We hold way more than our share of the attention as Commandant Panchek begins to speak at the podium, telling us that there’s another matter to handle this morning, but Dain won’t look away. “Dain!”

He blinks, jerking his gaze to hers. “Is that what Riorson meant by last night?”

She nods.

“I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m fine,” she repeats, nodding toward the dais. “Later.”

He turns, but the motion is reluctant.

“It has been brought to my attention as your commandant that a breach of the Codex has occurred,” Panchek calls out over the courtyard.

“As you know, breaches of our most sacred laws are not to be tolerated,” Panchek continues. “This matter will be addressed here and now. Will the accuser please step forward.”

“Someone’s in trouble,” Rhiannon whispers. “Think Ridoc finally got caught in Tyvon Varen’s bed?”

“That’s hardly against the Codex,” Ridoc murmurs from behind us.

“He’s the executive officer for Second Wing.” I send a pointed look over my shoulder.

“And?” Ridoc shrugs, grinning without a touch of remorse. “Fraternizing with command is frowned upon, not unlawful.”

I sigh, facing forward. “I miss sex.” I really do, and it’s not just the physical gratification, either. There’s a sense of connection in those moments that I crave, a momentary banishment of loneliness.

The first is something I’m sure Xaden would be more than capable of providing, if he ever thought of me that way, but the second? He’s the last person I should be craving, but lust and logic never seem to go hand in hand.

“If you’re looking for a little fun, I’m happy to oblige—” Ridoc starts, shoving his floppy brown hair off his forehead with a wink.

“I miss good sex,” I counter, smothering a smile as someone walks from the front of formation toward the dais, indistinguishable through the rows of the squads ahead of us. “Besides, apparently you’re spoken for.” Have to admit, it feels good to tease a friend about something so trivial. It’s a tiny slice of normalcy in an otherwise macabre environment.

“We’re not exclusive,” Ridoc counters. “It’s like Rhiannon and what’s-her-name…”

“Tara,” Rhiannon offers.

“Will you all shut the hell up?” Dain barks in his superior-officer voice.

Our mouths snap shut, and I roll my eyes.

Mine drops open again when I realize it’s Xaden climbing the steps to the dais. “This is about you,” I whisper to Vi.

Dain glances back at me, confusion furrowing his brow before whipping his attention toward the dais, where Xaden now stands at the podium, somehow managing to fill the entire stage with his presence.

From what I remember reading, his father had that same magnetism, the ability to hold and capture a crowd with nothing but his words…words that led to Brennan’s death.

“Early this morning,” he begins, his deep voice carrying over the formation, “a rider in my wing was brutally, illegally attacked in her sleep with the intent of murder by a group primarily composed of unbondeds. When another rider rushed to her aid after hearing the commotion, she were attacked too.”

A collection of murmurs and gasps fills the air, and Dain’s shoulders stiffen.

“As we all know, the first act is a violation of Article Three, Section Two of the Dragon Rider’s Codex and, in addition to being dishonorable, is a capital offense.”

I feel the weight of a dozen glances, but it’s Xaden’s I feel most of all.

His hands clench the sides of the podium. “Having been alerted by my dragon, I interrupted the attack along with two other Fourth Wing riders.” He dips his chin toward our wing, and two riders—Garrick and Bodhi—break formation, then climb the steps to stand behind Xaden, their hands at their sides. “As it was a matter of life and death, I personally executed six of the would-be murderers, as witnessed by Flame Section Leader Garrick Tavis and Tail Section Executive Officer Bodhi Durran.”

“Both Tyrs. How convenient,” Nadine, one of the new additions to the squad, says from the row behind Ridoc.

I look back over my shoulder and pin her with a glare.

Liam keeps his eyes forward.

“But the attack was orchestrated by a rider who fled before I arrived,” Xaden continues, his voice rising. “A rider who had access to the map of where all first-years are assigned to sleep, and that rider must be brought to swift justice.

Shit. This is about to get ugly.

“I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail, and indirectly against Cadet Melgren.” Xaden’s focus shifts to the center of the formation. “Wingleader Amber Mavis.”

The quadrant draws a collective breath before an uproar rips through the crowd.

“What the hell?” Dain bites out.

Every rider in the courtyard’s attention pivots between Xaden, Amber, me…and Violet.

I squeeze her shoulder. She hates the attention.

“She’s a Tyr, too, Nadine,” Ridoc says over his shoulder. “Or are you only biased against marked ones?”

Amber’s family stayed loyal to Navarre, so she wasn’t forced to watch her parents executed and wasn’t marked by a rebellion relic.

“Amber would never.” Dain shakes his head. “A wingleader would never.” He turns completely to face us. “Get up there and tell everyone that he’s lying, Vi.”

“But he’s not,” I say as gently as I can. I know he cares about her.

“It’s impossible.” His cheeks flush a mottled shade of red.

“I was there, Dain.” Violet confirms it.

„Wingleaders are beyond reproach—”

“Then why are you so quick to call our own wingleader a liar?” My brows rise in challenge, daring him to say what he’s so careful to keep quiet.

Behind him, Amber steps forward, separating herself from the formation. “I have committed no such crime!”

“See?” Dain swings his arm, pointing toward the redhead. “Put a stop to this right now, Violet.”

“She was with them in my room,” she says simply. Shouting won’t convince him. Nothing will.

„That’s impossible.” He lifts his hands, as though ready to cup her face. “Let me see.”

I quickly grab Violet’ shoulder and pull her back toward me, farther away from Dain.

After the Jeremiah incident she told me about Dain’s signet, that he can read memories.

I can’t let him see the memory of Amber’s participation, it will also show him that Violet stopped time.

I can’t let that happen!

“Give me the memory,” he orders.

“Touch me without permission, and you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.” She glares at him.

Maybe Violence is a fitting nickname, after all.

Surprise ripples over his features.

“Wingleaders.” Xaden projects his voice over the chaos. “We need a quorum.”

Both Nyra and Septon Izar—the wingleaders for First and Second Wing—climb the stairs to the dais, passing by Amber as she stands utterly exposed in the courtyard.

A familiar chaos fills the air, and we all look toward the ridgeline as seven dragons curve along the mountain, flying straight for us.

In a matter of seconds, they reach the citadel and hover over the courtyard walls. Wind from the strong beats of their wings blasts through the courtyard.

Then, one by one, they land on their perch, Tairn at the center of the grouping, Aon is next to him.

Every line of his frame exudes menace as his talons crush the masonry under his grip, and his narrowed, angry eyes focus on Amber.

Sgaeyl is perched to Tairn’s right, taking her position behind Xaden. She’s just as terrifying as she was that first day, but I still find her beautiful. Nyra’s Red Scorpiontail looms behind her as well, and Septon’s Brown Daggertail mirrors the stance to the left. On the ends, puffing blasts of steam, are Commandant Panchek’s Green Clubtail and Amber’s Orange Daggertail is next to Aon.

“Shit’s about to get real,” Sawyer says, breaking formation to stand at Violet’s side, and I feel Ridoc at my back as he steps closer.

“You can stop this all right now, Violet. You have to,” Dain implores. “I don’t know what you saw last night, but it wasn’t Amber. She cares too much about the rules to break them.”

“You’re using this to get your revenge on my family!” Amber shouts at Xaden. “For not supporting your father’s rebellion!”

That’s a low fucking blow.

Xaden doesn’t even acknowledge it as he turns to the other wingleaders.

He isn’t demanding proof like Dain. He believes her, and he’s ready to execute a wingleader on nothing more than her word. As surely as if they’re a physical structure, I feel my defenses crack on Xaden’s behalf.

Tairn chuffs and every dragon besides Sgaeyl stiffens on the wall, even Amber’s. The riders are quick to follow, silence filling the courtyard.

I know what they see.

Aon showes me what happened last night, in Violet’s point of view.

Amber, the fight before I arrived, and then I see… myself. It’s really strange. I can see myself but in someone else point of view. I was pretty…terrifying. Blood all over my face, my cold gaze.

„That’s why I chose you, little one. You’re ruthless, and you protect those who are weaker than you.”

„Thanks, you know how to compliment someone.” I laugh. Yep, he’s definitely a big softie.

“That spineless wretch,” Rhiannon seethes in front of me.

Dain pales.

“Believe me now?” Vi hurles it like the accusation it is. “You’re supposed to be my oldest friend, Dain. One of my best friends. There’s a reason I didn’t tell you.”

He staggers backward.

“The wingleaders have formed a quorum and are in unanimous agreement,” Xaden announces, flanked by Nyra and Septon while the commandant hangs back. “We find you guilty, Amber Mavis.”

“No!” she shouts. “It is no crime to rid the quadrant of the weakest rider! I did it to protect the integrity of the wings!” She paces in panic, looking to everyone—anyone for help.

As a whole, the formation moves backward.

“And as is our law, your sentence will be carried out by fire,” Nyra states.

“No!” Amber looks to her dragon. “Claidh!”

Amber’s Orange Daggertail snarls at the other dragons and lifts a claw.

Aon swivels his massive head toward Claidh, his roar shaking the ground beneath my feet. Then he snaps his teeth at the smaller orange, and she retreats, her head hanging as she grips the wall again.

“Please don’t,” I hear Violet as she begs.

I can feel the sadness inside me. She’s too merciful.

She turns to Xaden and begs again, her voice breaking by the end. “Please give her a chance.”

He holds her gaze but doesn’t so much as show a flicker of emotion.

Justice is not always merciful.

„Claidh,” Amber whimpers, the courtyard so unbelievably silent that the sound carries.

The formation splits at the center.

Tairn leans low, extending his head and neck past the dais toward where Amber stands. Then his teeth part, he curls his tongue, and he incinerates her with a blast of fire so hot, I can feel it from here. It’s over in a heartbeat.

A gruesome scream rends the air, shattering a window in the academic wing, and every rider slams their hands over their ears as Claidh mourns.

[mamadarama]

Kuro and Madara both seem like maine coons but Madara(and also Leo ) also give me calico vibes. Kuro also fits the norwegian forest cat.

Himeru is one of those freaky ass lanky oriental cats or a russian blue

Adonis is an egyptian mau or a siamese, Kaoru is an orange, Rei is a regular black cat but with weirdly shiny fur and Kouga is a cat who was raised by pitbulls and will not accept the reality that he’s not a pitbull

Keito is a regular european/domestic shorthair but with a weirdly green tint to it

I would say Mika is a khao manee due to the eyes but he is big eyed dark brown colored LaPerm( the specific image I have in mind is one of the pictures in The Cat Encyclopedia and I’m not even sure if it’s for that breed)

Tori is a munchkin

OK OKOK SO i actually already have breed hcs for everyone bc im so autistic abt cats i was gonna wait to talk abt them as i made the cat designs but progress is going really slow on those and now that someone is talking to me about it i cant make myself shut up . i agree with a lot of these !!! im just gonna go ahead and list all of my hcs though bc im insane (these are my somewhat realistic color hcs for what they would be if i didnt choose to make them all candy colored when i draw them lol)

(disclaimer: this is on appearance alone, not all these breeds and mutations are ethical, not all these colors actually appear in the breed stated or are combinations that dont exist, and some of these colors/breeds are extinct)

gonna put this under a readmore cuz its ...... a lot (i woulda added pics too but theres definitely way more than 10 cats here)

fine

eichi - ragdoll, cream point, important to note he is a purebred show cat

wataru - oriental longhair, blue bicolor harlequin

tori - munchkin/british shorthair, dilute calico

yuzuru - domestic shorthair (feral TNR), tuxedo, otter like coat texture

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trickstar

subaru - abyssinian, cinnamon

hokuto - american bobtail, black with blue undertones and low white

makoto - scottish fold, golden, non breed standard (longer face)

mao - ragamuffin, red with high white

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akatsuki

kuro - siberian, black smoke striped tabby

keito - domestic shorthair, brown mackerel tabby with low white

souma - japanese bobtail, brown broken mackerel tabby with high white

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eden

nagisa - maine coon, light gray sokoke tabby

hiyori - laperm, silver sunshine agouti with low white

ibara - chausie (feral), blue cream

jun - thai pisaat, black ticked tabby, kinked tail (pisaat characteristic)

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undead

rei - oriental longhair, black (looks brown in sunlight), long teeth (this isnt a mutation, some cats just have longer teeth than others— my design is inspired by mingus the panther, a black oriental shorthair that was popular on the internet for his huge fangs)

kaoru - turkish van, medium longhair, red chinchilla tabby/white

adonis - arabian mau, but with toyger coloration

koga - lykoi, dark gray/black roan, thinks hes a wolf due to being raised with dogs and the lykoi being known as the "werewolf cat"

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knights

leo - domestic shorthair, dense coat, medium white calico, long teeth

izumi - domestic shorthair, lilac striped tabby with low white

arashi - singapura, breed standard

ritsu - bombay, non breed standard (longer face) long teeth like rei but slightly shorter

tsukasa - ragamuffin, chocolate tabby with medium white, higher rufousing

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crazy:b

rinne - chausie, red grizzled tabby, high rufousing

niki - nebelung, non breed standard (shorter fur)

himeru - domestic shorthair, blue solid, small rounded ear mutation

kohaku - longhair american bobtail, sunshine lilac lynx point

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alkaloid

hiiro - chausie, red grizzled tabby (darker tabby than rinne), high rufousing

aira - ragdoll, cream point, non breed standard (shorter fur)

tatsumi - australian mist, silver spotted

mayoi - oriental siamese, seal tortie point, non breed standard (shorter face) edit: hes more of a balinese tbh

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rab*its

nazuna - somali, fawn, notably smaller than average

tomoya - domestic shorthair, fawn based caramel classic tabby

hajime - russian blue, breed standard

mitsuru - kurilian bobtail, chocolate solid

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valkyrie

shu - donskoy (brush), warm gray with white

mika - appears to be a kurilian bobtail, actually domestic longhair (medium), black heavy tortie, odd eyes and bobtail mutation (khao manee cats do have odd eyes, but can only be white. also mikas backstory lends itself to him being a randombred)

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2wink

theyre twins, so both are red classic tabby domestic shorthairs. theyre somewhat smaller than most cats .

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switch

natsume - domestic shorthair, red solid with minimal white

tsumugi - american wirehair, solid chocolate and white, non breed standard (longer fur)

sora - highlander, golden classic tabby with white, ringtail mutation

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ryuseitai

chiaki - havana brown, chocolate

kanata - turkish van, blue classic tabby/white

tetora - bengal/abyssinian, zorro mask charcoal bengal with high roufusing

shinobu - domestic shorthair, black/medium white spotted, somewhat short tail

midori - domestic (medium) longhair, fawn based caramel solid with white

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MaM and others

madara - maine coon, calico (my design for him is based off dawntreader texas calboy, a male calico maine coon that was the subject of controversy among cat show judges for being a genetic anomaly)

(madaras name actually means calico cat!! madara (斑) means spots and mikejima (三毛縞) means tricolored stripes, with "mike" often referring to calico and tortoiseshell cats. as a kid he also had the nickname "mikekun" in reference to his tendency to startle people by sneaking up on them silently like a cat)

anzu - british shorthair, chocolate tortie with medium white

jin - domestic (short) longhair (stray), dark gray, rough fur texture

akiomi - oriental longhair, fawn

kaname - british shorthair, blue solid, non breed standard (longer face)

[painting-warhammer]

Callidus Assassin in the style of Ann Takamaki/Panther (Persona 5)

My personal best miniature paint job yet! At least, it's a personal best to me. Still plenty of flaws! Commentary under cut.

This is where a lot of what I'd learned really started coming together! A lot of Warhammer and painting channels will talk a lot about edge highlighting and it's pretty important to be sure, but a YouTuber named Ninjon broke it down in a way where I understand how and where to do it. Namely, you're supposed to think about light sources. I did that for Ann's hair and her boots; the undersides have their darker shades, but anything from topside is very bright.

The next big change was learning Ardcoat. With my Sylvanas figure, I completely fucked that one up, but with Ann I definitely put a fun candy gloss on top of the Baal Red contrast and the boots after I edge-highlighted. True, I could have added those highlights in a risky attempt to recreate a lycra effect, but as Ann already sorta sneaks around and is constantly mobile, I thought it would sell the illusion to have the lights move with her rather than make a single stationary reflection pattern.

The pink gloves were almost a disaster; I got a cheap, super viscous acrylic that made this lumpy gel as I painted, but after some trial and error I got it to cooperate.

The basing is still touch and go. I genuinely did try to edge highlight the bullet decals and the rocks, honest; I was actually hyped because I wanted to make it the stylish red, white, and black that Persona 5 is famous for. But in the end it came off as looking unpainted when I added whiter highlights, so I just doused the whole thing in Black Legion contrast.

The base was a happy accident. It's not how I initially wanted it. I put Mordant Earth down, thinking I would flow some red shader through to make a weird lava-ish effect that had the bright red of Persona 5 again, but they just mushed together to make this weird mud. A bummer, but it did teach me how to make mud in the future!

And the base. Yeah you're supposed to put black on the rims, but I had to go for style.

Overall, I just feel proud of this one, whether or not I should. I'm always glad when I get to use a color scheme completely different from canon or at the very least different from the on-the-box demo artwork.

The boots were me flying blind, and admittedly on Ann/Panther herself, they're a slightly darker red rather than an outright purple, but I thought purple was a bit more dynamic and I did it for the belt and various other straps as well.

I'll admit I had no good ideas for the poisoned needles, I just doused them in Barak-Nar Burgundy and moved on. The guns and sword I had an idea for, I was going to go for implying they were a polymorphed Morgana, but it just didn't seem interesting. I definitely just half-assed them, but I think it's fine given I wanted the attention on Ann herself. So even the weapons, something I struggle with to make interesting, turned out okay, I think. I got 'em done and moved on.

A small detail I thought was fun: the goggles. I made them Ann's specific eye color! I think they stand out pretty well on the overall model and they don't clash with anything.

Also, Baharroth Blue is the color I love/use way too much, and if it's not on my figure somehow then is it really complete? I think not. 😜

This isn't my favorite figure, but it's the one I pull out when I want to flex a little. I still got one more where it's from a media franchise to go before I post my main army. It's not going to be as good as Ann, but then again I don't know if I'd call it finished per se. Until then!