#but Letitia is just breaking my heart

[pinkwright]

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

ƸӜƷ

pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

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

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

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

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

ஜ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⤠

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

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

“dance with me, my love.”

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

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

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

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

“i do what i want, s’thandwa.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “anything for the birthday girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“that’s my good fucking girl.”

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

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

“look at me, y/n.”

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

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

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

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

“please, please, oh my god, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“bast, baby, you make me so wet.”

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

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

“just like that, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ஜ

#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ. #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #letitia wright #shuri smut #shuri fluff #shuri x you #black panther #shuri black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri angst #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #shuri x y/n

[quintessencewrites]

She loves me

toxic!Shuri x black!fem!reader; Valkyrie x black!fem!reader

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.

Warnings: angst, cheating, eventual fluff, explicit language as always, implied smut Word Count: 1.9k+

Requested by anonymous

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-fav @doms-fav  @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @malltake12 @msudaku @faeriah-thv  @fetchyourlife @mbakuetshurisprincess @sinsikoxo @honey-teaaaaaaaa @rxcently @pinkcorns @takeyaki @yamsthoughts @thethickerside @0hshoot1tsl4ni @shurisbathwater @shurismainbxtch @luvrzhearts @sadfreakx @shuri-my-love @justariellove @heartsforjojo @blackgirlfariy @tuesdaylovesu @chocoflagcutii @taiiunknown @zhanylai @ziayamikaelson @verachii @taiiunknown @beautybyfire @soearthquakequeen @remwritess @pinkwright @jenlouvre @letitiasleftfoot @takeyaki @icespiceluva @ogbells16 @alistair-mooncrest @6-noir

“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”

The line had stopped trilling two calls ago and this time was no different. Either Shuri’s phone had died or she’d turned it off, and it was most likely the latter. 

That photo presented itself in the forefront of your mind, teasing you. You had to look at it again, had to really examine it. Oh, how you didn’t want to though. Didn’t want to believe what was right in front of you. 

Her face was hidden behind a mountain of curls belonging to a girl who wasn’t you. Toothy grin full of pearly whites, chiseled jaw set taut. Tattooed hands snaked around a neck that wasn’t yours and a waist that wasn’t attached to your body. 

That’s what gave her away. Those tattoos, so distinguishable, climbing up her fingers like vines. Fingers that you had memorized, from their calloused feel on your dark skin to their full length petting your core. 

Frustration washed over, entangling you in a flurry of emotions. The exasperated scream that crept from your lungs was deep and animalistic. Your chest burned with envy and hurt, swirling to form a nasty tornado of detestment. 

Seven months. That’s how long you and Shuri had been together. 

She loves me, you’d convinced yourself from day one. Her words were smooth, pulling you in and caressing you like silk. “You’re so beautiful” she’d purr to you. “This beautiful ass is all mine, ain’t it ma?”

She loves me. Her touch was scalding, igniting a flame each time her skin kissed yours. From those long, thin, phalanges that caressed your chin with such gentleness, to the warmth that ran through you when she laid you on your back, one hand around your throat and the other working furiously between your legs. 

She loves me. Even though she came home night after night with bruises sprinkled about her most intimate areas. Various sized dark spots contrasting starkly with her mahogany skin. 

She loves me. Even though she tilted her phone away from you whenever it chimed, alerting her of a new message. Whoever texted her, whatever they said, pulled her attention away from you like hypnosis. 

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn’t say it back. 

Your fingers were itching to call again, your consciousness begging for her to answer and explain. “Ma, it wasn’t even like that.” 

“She’s just a friend.”

“I have a long-lost twin sister.”

Your manicured thumb hovered above their name, so desperately wanting to call. 

So you did.

 The phone felt heavy as you brought it to your ear. It rang and rang and rang. 

“Hello?” The heavily accented voice finally picked up. Your words were lost upon you, each one getting stuck in your throat and forming a lump that brought forth salty tears. 

A broken gag mustered from your lips. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

As soon as your mouth opened, the floodgates followed. “V? C-can you c-come over? Please?” That last word was accentuated with desperation as you felt your beating heart break into a thousand pieces. 

“Gimme five.”

It wouldn’t even take that long; you knew that for sure. All it took was your fragmented speech for Valkyrie to rush over with an astonishing quickness. She wasted no time knocking, bending to pull the key you kept under the mat and letting herself in. 

V’s hair swung about her face, her head snapping in every direction in search of you. “Y/n, baby? Where are you?” She tiptoed on the plush carpet, as if afraid to step on you. 

She followed the sounds of your sobs, all the way to your bedroom. There you sat, in the corner, knees pulled to your chest and face hidden in your arms. Your phone had been discarded several feet away and as she stepped closer, Valkyrie got a good look at what upset you so.  

Her heart pounded, anger flowing through her veins at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to find Shuri and rip into her for breaking your heart, beating the panther to a pulp. 

Then she glanced up, catching your swollen gaze fixated on her with such despair. Shuri was a fool for sure, but her damnation would come. Now was the time to comfort you, fix you, put you back together. 

V walked slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hey pretty girl,” she whispered as she crouched beside you. Like a magnet, your head gravitated to her shoulder and there it stayed. Her hand reached up to caress calming strokes into your hair. 

“She doesn’t love me, V.”

God, it sounded so pathetic. You’d spent almost a year loving somebody who didn’t love you back. 

Valkyrie is silent, but her movements don’t stop. 

“Why doesn’t she love me?”

The room is still, the weight of your inquiry settling. 

“She doesn’t deserve your love, y/n.”

Your eyes roll, and more tears release. It was such a generic answer, such a best friend answer to give. 

“She didn’t earn it,” V continues. “What did she give you besides good sex and shiny objects?”

Memories bombard you. Good sex and shiny objects. But also good laughs, fun moments. A trip to Wakanda that you’d never forget. Flowers ‘just because’ and dates that would make any girl swoon. 

But apparently you were just that. Just ‘any girl’. You were one in a million, quite literally. Shuri had sent you flowers adorned with the wrong name multiple times. Started to call you the wrong name during sex before she went mute instead. Taken you on dates to restaurants where she ordered ‘your favorite’ even though that was your first time visiting the establishment. 

The realization sent your tears streaming. It’d been right in front of your face this whole time. 

Your reddened eyes part from the floor and land on Valkyrie. Her long locs framing her defined jaw and pretty, bright brown eyes. The way she leaned her head against yours and played in your hair, mindlessly. 

The oversized top she sported showed off every flex in her muscular arms and her shorts were nearly hidden underneath the length of the shirt. 

She was in her gym wear. She wore it like a uniform, which meant she’d pulled herself from her most sacred activity to be your sanctuary. 

“I guess I love too hard, huh?”

Her gaze met yours in unison at your words, at the playfulness that jumped off your tongue behind the huskiness of your cries. 

“Too hard and too dumb,” your friend responds. 

A gasp feigns from you, “Dumb how?”

V’s head shakes, ever so slightly. “An argument for another day, y/n.”

“Well, make it an argument for today. Dumb how?”

The phone several inches away begins to vibrate furiously with yours and Shuri’s Cheshire grins ever so present on the screen. Both you and Val watch, quietly and intently, until the phone’s furious movements come to an end. 

And then they start up again. Shuri’s calling for a second time. 

“Dumb because I know you’re gonna answer that.”

Your eyes fall upon V’s, seeing a mirrored hurt behind an anguished expression. You were wounding her, playing this game of cat and mouse with Shuri. 

She loves me. She put her whole day on hold, rushing over the moment you asked and making it in record time. She would’ve come, no questions asked, no matter the time of day. 

She loves me. She was here and Shuri wasn’t. She was always here, picking up the pieces when the one you thought you loved fell short. 

She loves me. Even though you’ve just realized it. 

The device stops ringing, only to start right back up. Valkyrie stares at you hard, gauging your next move. 

It pains you to pull away from her touch, her soothing solace, but you do. You have to. 

Falling to all fours, you crawl to the phone, to Shuri awaiting on the other end with a basketful of excuses. 

The phone feels heavy in your hands as you retrieve it from the ground. It feels heavier when you press the green button and bring it to your ear. And Shuri’s voice feels heaviest. 

She knows she’s been caught; she gives you no chance to speak before she starts trying to cover her mistakes. 

“That picture wasn’t supposed to be posted on her story; she’s an ex and it’s an old pic-“

Those salty tears prickle your already glossed over eyes once more. 

“Shuri,” your voice was surprisingly steady, despite all the crying you’d just done. 

“Yes, baby girl? Listen, I’m tryna expla-“

“We’re done.”

Now it’s you who gives Shuri no time to speak, hanging up before she can register your words. 

You allow the phone to drop from your hold, unable to bear the weight of it any longer. Slowly, through your blurred vision, you turn and find Valkyrie seated where you left her. 

“Yeah, I’m dumb,” the steadiness you spoke with before is now gone and the admission comes out in a whisper. 

The silence in the room is suffocating and it lingers for far too long. V is the one to break it, her laughter chiming through the hush. It’s a genuine belly-laugh, one full of euphoria that doubled you over in the middle. The contagious kind of laughter that causes you to bend at the center as well, gripping your stomach for support as the chuckles and sobs mix. 

Val somehow finds her words in the midst of her giggles. “So dumb, y/n,” her powerful voice declares with outstretched arms, inviting you in. 

You don’t hesitate to accept, settling into her hold, the sounds of your shared exuberance harmonizing. 

“Dumb how?” You ask again, arms sneaking to wrap around her neck while hers come to rest on your waist. 

It feels right, Val’s touch, in a way that didn’t with Shuri. Hers was forced, consciousness elsewhere. 

Val’s was gentle and aware. She was here, doing this, because she wanted to. She wanted it; she wanted you. 

“Dumb because,” she begins, plump lips parting, dark eyes twinkling. “I think you’ve just now realized,” she emphasizes. “What’s been sitting right in front of you.”

Her tone is cocky but her words settle on your stomach like a fulfilling meal. 

Your response is slow and deliberate, and you mean every word. 

“I think I have too.”

“And?” She asks immediately, anxiety growing at the sudden slow burn. 

In the background, your phone constantly buzzes, Shuri’s face ever present on the device. It goes ignored, however, because you finally take in what’s been sitting in front of you. 

“And, I think I finally appreciate what’s been sitting right in front of me”

V’s eyes roll to the heavens, demeanor falling a bit. “Oh great, I’ve always wanted to be appreciated-“

Her dramatics halt when your hands graze her cheeks, pulling her striking gaze back to you. “Val. “ the sound of her name rolling off your tongue shushes her. 

“I like what’s sitting right in front of me.”

Valkyrie’s smile is so genuine, so pure and elated. She rests her forehead against yours, sinking further into you. “Yeah?” She whispers. 

You lean into her touch, grip on her tightening as if she’ll disappear beneath you. “Yeah,” you whisper back, truthfully, and for the first time in a very long time, you feel a tranquility that can only be explained by the girl seated in front of you. 

#Quintessencewrites #shuri x reader #black panther #valkryie #valkyrie x reader #wakandaforever #shuri angst

[blackgirlfariy]

Lick Back Pt1

This is taken place after that wonderful video surfaced of Letitia and Kehlani- lol

Paring: Letitia x F!reader

Warning: 18+ please

Summary: You and Letitia have been messing around on the low a little before BP2. To the public you’re her best friend but when it’s just you two she’s the love of your life. After an interesting video appear on twitter you were sick of waiting so you decided to get your “lick back”.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

“Hello-”

“Bitch go look at what I sent you on twitter.” Your best friend, Mimi, told you.

I rolled my eyes at her for cutting me off but go look at it anyway. My eyeballs popped out of my head when I saw my so called “girlfriend” letting the singer Kehlani grind on her. I don’t if it’s my crazy eyes but if I’m not mistaken, I see a smile on her face.

 “Girl, you want me to cut her or you gon’ do it?” Mimi said after my long silence on the phone.

“Nope. I want you to come over and we’re going to go out and have fun and forget about these nothing ass men and women.” I said before walking into my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. 

“Ouu bitch, I like when you get like this. Makes me remember our old college days. I’ll be on my way and better have bottles ready for our pregame.” She hung up after that and I sprang into action. 

I’m a famous songwriter and singer who worked with big names in the industry. I wrote songs for Beyonce on her lemonade album, I wrote songs for Ariana Grande and many more artists. I have a few awards under my belt. With my background in writing music, I was asked to write a song for Black panther 2, Lift me up, it was such an honor. I met Letitia through my childhood friend Ryan who is also the creator of Black panther 1 and 2, I was a fan of hers since watching her episode in Black Mirror. 

The moment I looked her my heart flutter and I wanted her to be mine right then and there. We went out to dinner during one of our breaks from the famous world and we’ve been close ever since. Until one night I ended up in her bed with her head in between my legs. Ever since the two of us have on the low with each other. My only complaint in the way she acts when the two of us are in public, she treats me like a best friend would. I would understand it if we weren’t fucking each other brains out every night. 

It hurts to be in a position like this, in a position where you have to go out the way to show someone who you thought valued you that others can do and feel the same. Simple. I wasn’t planning on going crazy tonight but every time I see that video; I get upset and start thinking who was going to this ass thrown back on them. 

After I got out of the shower, and I walked to my vanity to give myself a beautiful beat face and once I was done with that, I walked to my room where my outfit laid on my bed. I put on my outfit and turned around in the mirror looking at how my ass sit just right and how my boobs sit in the dress. I wore a short black dress that was a little higher than my mid-thigh and wore black heels from LV. 

I heard the doorbell ring which alerted me Mimi have arrived. I walked down my spiral staircase walking up to my front door opening it seeing Mimi looking fine but what’s new. She was always the fashion friend. 

“Soooo you trying to get fucked up tonight huh? You look good girl.” Mimi said walking in giving me hug.

“If I’m getting fucked tonight it’s by somebody else because she acts like shit sweet. You beautiful by the way.” I responded leading her to the bar in my house where all my favorite liquor is. 

Time skip

By the time my driver dropped us off at the club we were beyond tipsy. I had to hold on to her in order to make inside. I was giggling about everything I looked at, when we walked in, I heard my favorite artist Megen Thee Stallion playing. We walked up to our section where I saw some of my other friends Mimi must’ve invited. We all grabbed shots and took them with a lime right after. 

“All right y’all like I told y’all Y/n is supposed to be getting her lick back tonight because her lil boo got her out looking a stupid. So, we gotta go all out tonight because if she gets caught, we might not see her again, okay?” Mimi laughed while we cheered and agreed. 

After some time, my friend Toni went to get us more shots while everyone else stood on the couch shaking ass and rapping lyrics obnoxiously. Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with a homegirl dancing to twerk by the city girls. I’m throwing it back on her and she was keeping up with me the whole time. Mimi found her a man to the same. I at this point and time the last thing I was worried about Letitia at all. Honestly fuck her, it’s not fair that she can act the way she does but if i do it, it’s a problem.

I was still dancing with my home girl, when I glanced up to one of the top sections and saw the one and only… Letitia Wright. I thought I was seeing things so I just ignored it and walked to the bar for a water. I felt the club energy shift drastically, I looked over my shoulder and I saw her standing in the middle of the club floor. I could feel her eye on me even with her dark shades on. I didn’t want to pay her any mind but her aura is suffocating.

“Here all alone?” I heard a women’s voice on the right of me. I looked over and saw this tall dark skin women. She was beautiful and she wore a jumpsuit and she smelled vanilla, I was mesmerized.

“No I’m not. Im here with some friends. You need some company?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Now my plan for the night was just to get a couple of dances and get some videos to post. I didn’t expect to maybe go home with someone.

“I would love some of your company. Let me order something- “ the sexy women was cut off by you know who.

“Y/n how you been? I haven’t seen you in a while it’s nice to see your back in London.” Letitia said making her presence known.

“Well I called you and you didn’t answer. I just assumed you were too busy.” I responded with a little attitude in my voice. I’m not weak in the knees for her right now because I’m mad so I’m not afraid of what she could do to me.

“Well I’m about to go. You wanna come with me?” The women said, I didn’t get her name but hey.

“I was hoping you would come with me. I was hoping we could catch up with each other.” Letitia said while sneaking her to my ass and giving a squeeze.

“Uhh well your right Titia we haven’t talked in a while. So we’ll um… can I have your number so we can talk and get to know each other?” I asked the women. If Letitia want to be petty so can I.

After I got her number me and Titia walked out the club. I didn’t miss the looks all my friends gave me. They can’t judge cause my situation is no different than mine. Expect Mimi, she gon’ be a hoe until the day she die.

We walked outside getting slightly blinded by the excessive flashing lights. I wasn’t worried because like I said she treats me like a best friend on the outs. Her car pulled up and she opened the door for me and she got inside herself.

“Imma fuck you up.”

To Be Continued

A/n- hey you guys so with the growth in the Letitia Wright fandom I wanted to take a stab at it. Please be nice it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written. I do take requests for her and the characters she played.

#Letitia Wright #shuri x f!reader #black pather fics #black panther x f!reader #shuri imagine

[tgarrett26]

I would like to request about marvel cast x singer ari! Reader headcanon, please

Marvel cast x singer like Ariana Grande headcannons:

•Mackie would challenge sing-offs

•Sebastian would have a new karaoke buddy, it wouldn’t be every time in consideration of his confidence, but I’m sure you would help boost it.

•Evans would love a new car karaoke buddy, and you would definitely be it.

-He’d hype you up on high notes and try to mimic it once you leave the vehicle.

•Scarlett would love to have you join in on a live stream where she occasionally sings some of her old songs.

-She even sneaks a peek at you singing one of her newer ones when in the wardrobe trailer (who knows?)

•Ruffalo would be astounded, the kind and warm soul he is.

•Renner could never be jealous of your talents, but he understands his daughter’s appreciation for them and he wonders how you’d sing with his lyrics.

•Hemworth is not one to carry a tune, but you make him wish he could.

•Downey’s easy at boosting ego, but he’s kind with his compliments as ‘my daughter wishes you’d sing her to sleep too often for my heart, I don’t blame her though’ when you were too nervous to sing on camera per directors request for a scene.

•The Benedicts love dancing to your voice, they enjoy using your hums to get into character when the wifi is iffy or their music just gets repetitive for them.

•Paul Rudd is probably your biggest fan of all the cast members, but who can blame him when you have a vocal range as vast as the streaming options for film requests in the screening room?

•Brie Larson is one h*ll of a singer herself, but she appreciates your join-in when you’re over at hers for a house day or getting ready in the makeup trailer.

•Colbie Smulders? She’s a lover when it comes to your music, I’ve never heard so many pop songs come from her car (even before you joined the cast).

•The Toms? Their music taste is one of the most intriguing parts about them, but Holland can’t help himself with your classics and Hiddleston squeals when he hears your voice-whether it’s from a recording or live.

•Lizzie Olsen is not one to back away from some things and your joyous vocals are one of them, she can’t help herself when the light and airy tone of yours wafts in her surroundings.

•The directors easily get irritated by the interruptions on set by you breaking into song when something goes wrong, but why not break out or character completely when something goes awry?

•The crew is grateful they can hear you sing w/o having to buy tickets though they wonder if Corden will ever be able to get you on Carpool Karaoke if he can.

Honorable Mentions:

•Daniel Brühl is one heck of an Ari fan if I’ve ever heard one, but he beams when he thinks if you’re about to sing.

•Florence Pugh is always ready to listen to your music, but her expectations are always lifted when your voice starts.

•Emily Vancamp has broken character too many times if she hears you from afar, but it just makes her smile and she can’t help it.

•Hayley Atwell is not one to sing often, but her light voice carries and for it to mix with yours just makes her beam and get into it farther.

•Chadwick was only in a movie or so with you, but he was no stranger to your vocals even before he met you.

-He and Letitia had their fair-share of lip-synch battles to your songs, but neither of them have ever been willing to admit it.

•Xochitl has filmed one too many videos of her dancing to your music, but her moves and your lyrics are a Marvel-made match that won’t be beat (even by Florence and Toby sometimes, sorry Florrie).

•Hailee Steinfeld is just waiting for the day she can meet you on set and ask for a collab because your voices together won’t be beat (I see you collab of Stitches from years ago).

#marvel cast x teen!reader

[liyawritesss]

can you do more reader x riri maybe a date night or something on campus

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

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

Type: Fic

Synopsis: School is out for the semester, and all Riri wants is to spend some quality time with her girlfriend back home.

Warnings: Some BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER spoilers if you haven't watched the movie. Some cursing as well but overall just some tear jerking fluff

A/N: I may have went a lil sidetracked with this request. I couldn't really think of any good date night ideas on campus per se, but I do think that during the cold Riri would prefer indoor dates with her loved, and that's kind of how this came about. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Suggested songs to listen to while reading: Lauv's "I Like Me Better".

Also, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my followers, mutual, friends, family, and important people in my life, on Tumblr and beyond. Yall have made this an enjoyable year and I can't wait to spend many more with you guys!!

Tags: @verachii @rxcently @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega @inmyheadimobsessed @lunerenzo @letitias-fav

December 17th. The day that college students all across America had been waiting for since the start of the semester….the end of it.

Riri was all too happy to be boarding the plane back to Chicago. Her and her mother had packed up her dorm room the day prior, so all that was left to go back home was herself. While Boston had its perks, there was nothing there that could even begin to compare to the wonders of the Windy City. And it didn’t have the people she really cared about, either.

Speaking of, the moment she got settled on the plane, an inbound Facetime request caught her attention. The caller ID on the screen read ‘babygirl <3’. A smile instantly spread across her face.

“Hi baby!” Your cheery voice chimes through the cellular device once she answers it. “You’re just gettin’ on the plane?”

“Yeah, takeoff is in like twenty minutes they said,” Riri replies, plopping down in her seat after putting her carryon in her overhead compartment. “I cannot wait to be home. I be tired of Boston the moment I step in this bitch.”

Your giggle warms the engineers heart as she stares at you endearingly, her head leaning on the window which shows the outside of the plane. “What’chu doin’, mamas?”

“Ah, I was just finishing something up for you,” you reply, and by the tone of your voice shifting from cheery to bashful, Riri could tell it was from the nickname she had given you. Her eyebrows furrow together as you add on “It’s a surprise!”

“Oh no, what’chu don’ did now?” Riri questions, her tone playful. She breaks out into a toothy grin as she sees your face feigning hurt.

“Me? Why you always assume I don’ did somethin’ bad?”

“‘Cus whenever I come home, you always in some trouble!”

“It’s not my fault! The world just…hates me!”

“Yeah, okay, (Y/N),”

The overhead intercom beeps alive, and the voice of one of the plane staff begins to ring from the speaker above Riri. “Attention all passengers. This flight will be ready for takeoff in ten minutes. Please follow the necessary precautions regarding electronic devices, personal carry ons, etc. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope you have an enjoyable flight.”

“You heard her, babe. I gotta go,” and although your pout makes Riri want to continue the Facetime call, her resolve is much stronger than any puppydog eyes you could pull on her. “I’ll meet you when I land, okay baby?”

“Okayyy…” You reply, drawing out the last syllable of the word. “I love you. Be safe!”

“I love you, too, mamas. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The moment you saw Riri coming from the escalator, you instantly bolted to her, despite her mother’s protests. Riri virtually dropped everything in her hands and rushed to you as well, both of you colliding in a bone crushing embrace that left you two on the floor of the airport terminal, smothering each other’s faces with kisses of endearment and a many ‘I missed you’s.

“Aight, nah, y’all get up, people’s is startin’ to stare!” Ronnie warned, but it was a moment before her words registered with the both of you. You were just so happy to see each other, after basically four months apart and constant schedule conflicts. But when the reality that what you were doing may have been a teeny bit inappropriate for the airport set in, you helped Riri get her previously discarded belongings, and the three of you were off back to Riri’s home.

Ronnie spoke of some business she needed to take care of, but when Riri asked for specifics, the older woman replied “Grown folks stuff,” with a mischievous smile. And with her gaze shooting to you for a quick second, Riri suspected that whatever you had planned for her arrival, her mother had conspired, so much so that she was leaving the two of you at the house for an unspecified amount of time. Who knew a mother could be their child’s girlfriend’s best wing woman?

“C’mon, baby, just show me what it is,” the engineer whined, becoming impatient, “is it in my room? It’s in my room, ain’t it!”

“Calm down, speed-ball,” you replied, “Just keep your eyes closed and you’ll see soon enough.”

Although Riri wanted to open her eyes now, she obeyed, and kept her eyes closed as you led her through the house and to her room. You twisted the knob of the door and opened it quietly, guiding your girlfriend through the threshold. After centering her in the middle of her room, you took a step back, and told her to open her eyes. What Riri saw absolutely stunned her speechless.

Her room, with lilac walls and a variety of posters littering the walls, that once had junk neatly scattered everywhere, had been completely transformed. In the top ceiling corners, false vines wrapped around the four walls, and with them were lantern colored LED lights that shone a warm white color. Her bedding had been replaced with a more festive covering, the blanket, sheets, and pillowcases having small reindeer pattern on the white background (save for two pillows, which just had new white silk pillowcases on them). In one corner was a snack table set up with both of your favorites, most - if not all - holiday themed. And in the space above her dresser, which would have held a TV, had the projection of Netflix on its walls. Also on the bed were two matching pajama sets, with black tops and red, green and white plaid pants.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Riri breathed in disbelief, “You did all this?”

You nodded proudly. “With some help from Ms. Ronnie, she helped with the projector.”

The engineer is still in a state of shock when you come to her side, placing a peck on her cheek. “We can unpack later, but you, my darling, deserve to relax a little,” You add on, taking her face into your hands. You smile when you see her visibly melt into them. “I know MIT’s been kicking your ass.”

Riri takes the opportunity, and your closeness, to place a short kiss of gratitude on your lips. “Nah you know damn well them white folks ain’t got shit on me, mama.”

Her words make you laugh, because you know it’s true. “Aight, baby, lets get you in the shower.”

After an hour of showering and getting cute for your evening in, including a water fight in the shower, trying not to slip on the wet floor the both of you made, and taking a couple of mirror selfies in your matching pajamas, you and Riri find refuge in her bed, snacking on the various little food options you so graciously provided. Riri has her head on your chest as she munches on a bag of Takis, while the movie Gremlins is projected onto the wall above her dresser; though little attention is being paid to the movie itself, as Riri is disclosing information from the last few weeks that she was away.

It’s moments like these that Riri misses the most about being away at MIT. Sure she gets to make different gadgets and best preppy white boys in chemical equations, but nothing will ever beat coming home to the girl she loves.

“And then come to find out the fish-lookin’ nigga just needed to be baked a lil’ bit to knock his ass down-” It’s the way you burst out laughing, almost spitting out your drink, at her description of the legendary fight she was able to witness as part of the attack force in Wakanda. Riri laughs too as she looks up at you from her position on your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, cuz it really sounds like she turned him into some grilled tilapia-!”

“-and did! And did!”

Your shared laughter echoed throughout the four lilac walls of Riri’s room, the christmas movie being played from the projector becoming obsolete to the two of you at that moment. When the laughter finally began to cease, you caught Riri staring at you. Not an awkward kind of stare, nor an examining one. Just a gaze of endearment as she placed her head on the plush of your thighs, not breaking eye contact.

“What’chu lookin’ at me like that for?” you question, bashful, at the intensity of her gaze, Riri just shrugs, and turns her head to the ceiling.

“Nothin’, just…thinkin’,” she replied. There's a slight pause, before her eyes return back to you, and she starts to speak once again.

“I like me better when I’m with you,” the engineer confesses. Riri reaches for your free hand, and you happily hand it over to her. Her words intrigue you, as you’re unsure why she randomly spoke them, but nonetheless, your heart warms at them.

As though you spoke your confusion aloud, Riri sits up, her fingers now intertwined with yours, and she continues on; “I mean- like, when I’m in Boston, it’s like I’m on autopilot. I just kinda do shit ‘cuz I have to. But when I’m here- when I’m with you…everything makes sense. I ain’t gotta stress about shit, I’on have to be perfect. I look at you and shit makes sense, y’know? It’s corny as fuck but…I really don’t know where I’d be without you, (Y/N).”

It’s a revelation Riri came to while stationed in Wakanda for her protection against Talokan. Not being able to contact you because of the secrecy of the whole ordeal gave her ample time to think about you and your place in her life. Because truth be told, when Riri was around you, she was a completely different person compared to being in Boston or being at Princess Shuri’s side. With you, life was effortless, love was plentiful, and the idea of being separated from you, the reality of being separated from you with no contact, tore her up inside.

You were truly her peace.

Riri’s words made your eyes tear up a little. The engineer was never good with words - her actions and the ability to show what she was about was something she always prided herself in - but to hear the sincerity and ingenuity spill from her lips was a gift like no other.

You took your interlocked hands, bringing them to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, soft and sweet-smelling from the cocoa-butter she applied onto her skin after the shower. She was heaven in your hands, and you would do anything to protect and love Riri with all your heart.

There wasn’t a need to exchange anymore words - the look in which you two shared spoke enough volumes that mother nature herself could hear the comforting silence, and take from it the love you two shared and melt away the frosty December cold and snow. And the two of you rested with your foreheads pressed together, hands holding each other, smiling like idiots in love, as the moonlight from the sky bathed the two of you in a glow fit for goddesses.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

#black reader #black tumblr #black marvel #marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel x reader #marvel x black!reader #mcu x reader #mcu x black!reader #marvel riri williams #riri williams marvel #mcu riri williams #riri williams mcu #riri williams #riri williams x reader #riri williams x black!reader #black panther x reader #black panther x black!reader #black panther wakanda forever #black panther

[qqueenofhades]

1/4 (screaming about Rook & Rose continues) The Trials. The fucking Trials. Where Vargo was all “they stole your winning token? here, take mine” and “the rules cannot prevent me from kicking this asshole off my boat and taking you onboard instead, let’s go, i need to lie my way through this trial so you can win” and “oh let me leave this clue here in case you need it” and

2/4 and “yeah, i know your secret identity, i figured it out because you were looking at Ren like she hung both moons and the stars (which is of course correct) and i’m only confessing it to prevent you from cursing yourself even more with the second medallion” and “yeah sure i’ll stay here in the dark, surrounded by shadows of the nightmares that haunt my every night, and i’ll keep watch over this dead body and a Primordial medalion, you need to go ahead and get your winning token”. 3/4 AND THEN! of course Letitia fucked everything up and where did the whole team go? to the one familiar and safe place in the whole city, Vargo’s house, where Vargo gave up his bedroom and his bed to Ren and Grey 4/4 AND THEN!! the man who never swore a knot oath to anyone because he respected the oaths too much to just casually break them (which he would, given how many secrets he had to harbor), he just offers Ren an oath, with full genuineness and conviction of a man who figured out what’s THE most important in life. like. ERET VARGO. SIR. MY HEART. PLEASE.

Right??? R I G H T ??!?!! How, HOW AM I TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS????

(Also, bless your damn heart for being a fast reader. I did want to have more people to scream at in re: the series overall, but ESPECIALLY about book 3, because. Just. Yes.)

No but seriously. "Here, let me sacrifice myself for Grey, make sure he doesn't get extra super-double-doomed, and do everything to make him win while guarding his secret superhero identity. Oh Ren, your horrible fake mom screwed everything up for you? You two should come to my house AND SLEEP IN MY BED, I will take the couch! Oh Ren, you don't feel safe? Let me figuratively marry you and/or offer my heart and loyalty to you and only you while also helping you marry Grey. It's no big deal. You owe me nothing. We're cool."

I JUST.

OT333333333.

#weaverofthenight #ask #rook and rose #ren x grey x vargo

[saintwrld]

Dance 4 U

shuri x famous black reader

warnings: cussing

taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @verachii @locoforshuri @generallysapphic @letitias-fav @shuris-whore @pinkwright @rxcently @fentibeauty (my favs on this app!)

let me know if you wanna be added on the taglist!

༺♡༻

“Okay, don’t make it too tight. I still need to dance.” You said to your stylist, Jay.

“Girl please, you’ll be okay. Just know they’re gonna eat up this look on the socials.” He said, taking out his phone to take a video of your outfit to which you spun around and posed.

“I know that’s right!” He exclaimed.

“Y/n!” You heard your manager, Stacey, call out before entering your dressing room. “You’ve got like 10 minutes till show time and I was just told that there’s a special guest but you’ll just meet them after the show.” She rushed, giving you a thumbs up and immediately walking out the room.

“That girl needs a break. Her hair’s already frizzy. I gotta fix it for her.” You heard Jay mumble to you while fixing up your outfit. Your braids were in a ponytail, good enough to hold through your dancing tonight.

You always knew that celebrities would attend your concerts but never would they announce themselves until after the show. You always put your heart into your shows and tonight was not gonna be any different.

“5 minutes!” You heard people shout outside your dressing room. You quickly stood up and made your way to the main backstage area where you got your signature mic and were placed on the raising platform.

The bass of your song boomed throughout the stadium, making the crowd cheer louder than they already were.

༺♡༻

The beat of Streets could be felt pumping through your chest as the song started and the crowd already singing along to the lyrics.

You had dancers on both sides of you, already doing the choreo that had been working on for ages. You held your mic and continued to dance while making eye contact with fans. That’s one of the many things you were known for. Your intense focus when performing along with your voice, something that attracted many to you.

You had done your signature dance where you were on your knees and showed off your arch by sliding your arms on the floor. It was going ever so smoothly but you could feel eyes watching you. Weird to say as it is your own concert however you had to listen to your gut when it said to look backstage.

And boy, did you almost slip up. Getting up and continuing the dance, you had let your fans rap the first few sentences. Not wanting your professionalism streak to be stained, you carried on as if you hadn’t seen a single thing.

You thought your eyes deceived you when you had seen Shuri, the Queen of Wakanda standing backstage with Stacey, who had the brightest smile on her face as she secretly pointed to Shuri. Seeing her was like a fever dream to you. Watching her on the news and seeing her become the phenomenal queen she is to the world’s most powerful nation.

When you heard through the grapevine that Shuri was a fan of your music, you couldn’t even think straight. You had always admired the Wakandan Royal Family along with the country itself, hoping to visit once in your lifetime. It also didn’t help that you developed the biggest crush on her whenever she showed up on whichever one of your screens.

The way the monarch carried herself with elegance and grace but also presented herself as powerful and filled with pride for her country. She was a year older than you and yet she was already ruling a country. There had been times where she had been your muse when writing lyrics but you thought of it as being crazy because you don’t even know her.

Her outfit had been driving you crazy since you glanced at her then did a double take. She had on a fitted suit with crystals around the shoulders and multiple rings on her fingers from what you could see. Her eyes were stuck on you as if you pulled her into a trance with your dancing. Her eye contact was intense, locking eyes with you as soon as you finished the song. As the crowd cheered, so did she. Smiling ever so gently, you saw what could be grills on her bottom teeth, adding more to the look than ever.

You’ve never wanted to finish a concert more than now.

༺♡༻

You finally entered your dressing room without anyone following you in. You immediately took off your heeled boots and immediately reached for your uggs from your travel bag, sighing at the relief of your change of shoes.

You were still in your performance outfit, looking as if you didn’t just finish a 2 and a half hour concert. You made your way out of your room to get to the food station backstage where you knew you’d find your manager.

“Y/n, you absolutely killed it! Such an amazing performer.” Stacey walked over to you and hugged you. “I’m glad I made you smile. Who’s the special guest from earlier?” You asked and before Stacey could answer you, you heard banging behind you.

You turned around to see Shuri and two women standing behind her. You refrained from cussing but it seemed like your mouth beat you to it. “Holy shit.” You said, earning a smile from Shuri.

Oh my god, she was wearing grills.

“I should be saying that to you, Y/n. It is an honour to meet you.” Shuri said, holding out her hand to shake yours then gently placing her other hand on top of yours.

“It’s such an honour to meet you. Thank you so much for taking time out of your schedule to be here. This means so much to me.” You said, truthfully. You could barely construct a sentence because of how she was looking at you. Her eyes were trained on yours then trailed down to look at your outfit. You pulled down your skirt to show respect but she quickly stopped.

“You looked phenomenal tonight. And your performances were out of this world.” Shuri complimented you and you tried to compose yourself. Looking up at her, you didn’t realise that Shuri was taller than what you saw on tv.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you, Your Majesty.” You said. “No need for formalities. You can call me Shuri.” She smiled at you and your knees almost buckled at the sight of her with grills. You developed an entire new kink just by looking at her smile. Oh, you were down horrendous.

“I should be taking my leave soon. However, I do feel as if the people of Wakanda deserve to see you perform so I will keep in contact with you?” Shuri said, causing your eyes to widen and to look at Stacey who was just as surprised.

“Sure. How though?” You asked, seeing as you weren’t carrying your phone. She took out hers and gave it to you, insinuating that you should put your number in.

Two weeks ago, you would never believe this would happen.

“I shall see you soon. It was amazing meeting you.” She said, opening her arms and pulling you in for a hug with your arms wrapped around her neck and hers wrapped tightly around your waist, inhaling her scent of Coconut and Mango with a perfume you couldn’t recognise.

“See you soon.” You said, as she walked away from you and waved. You stood there frozen, not knowing whether to move or not. “Girl, she wants you.” You heard Stacey say behind you, also watching Shuri walk away.

“Girl bye.”

༺♡༻

first one shot 🤭 LESGOOOOO

#Spotify

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Me You And Basketball

Basketball riri x Fan y/n Inspired By: Just Wright

Summary: You deiced to take you friend Maris out for a basket ball game ,she is trying to get all prepped up so she can make one of the players her future wife. You on the other hand are just trying to enjoy this moment. 

Authors Note:I love The movie Just wright so much and i thought it would be good to make this basketball fic sense im doing a cheerleading one for shuri,I know I’m supposed to be taking a break but this idea came to me and hit hard so I just had to make it . To make the story more accurate to rl I put riri in the WNBA

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu (Wifey FR) @writesbyriri @womenlxver @letitias-fav @locoforshuri @lunax0654 @randomhoex @niaalove @atssukoo @saintwrld @ziayamikaelson @secretgyals @malltake12 @adeola-the-explorer

Y/n's Pov

YOU were at your parents house.You lived there because You were making minimum wage at your job.You where trying to get known and help basketball players if they ever had a Injury.People doubted You thinking you will never get known.So far they where right most people didn’t know your first name . Yet you still have hope that your prime is coming . But instead of you worrying about that you where going to go out.

Maris's outfit YOU and you friend Maris who was basically like your sister decided to go out to a basketball game . She made it seen like a big thing to your parents .She was trying to get on of the basketball players numbers so they could date . She was trying to be a basketball wife. She insisted that you should dress like one to but you decided to keep it casual. It’s a basketball game. “Girl you acting like we going to the club or sum shit come on” you say as you do try moving her to the door . “Wait I got to make sure my makeup is good “ she says as she goes back to the bathroom. “We gone be late waiting for you and this make up” you say annoyed. “Well you’re going to understand this hard work when I get my wife” she says as she rolls her eyes. “Girls come here” your mom yells from her bedroom. Maris drops her makeup brush and heads out the bathroom. “You finished your makeup right “ you whispered to her. “Yeah I’m done now” . You guys walk into the room and stand Infront of your moms bed. “This necklace holds history , family history” she says she takes the family necklace out. the necklace was your great great grandmothers she wore it the night she met your great grandpa and said it gave miracles and love to whoever wore it . you mother begin to stand up and un-clip the necklace. She stands Infront of the two of you . She begins to walk towards maris and place the necklace on her . You look at her as she places it in disbelief. You felt your heart shatter and break into to tiny pieces. You walk out the bedroom and head to the car .”Wait y/n” you hear your mom says. You make your way outside and you unlock your car. You try hard and hard to open the door. “Great know out of all time it doesn’t wanna fucking open” you say as tears run down your face . your car was your great grandfathers old car . It was a classic and you wanted to keep it in the family. But so far you might have to give up the car. The door is hard to open or it’s easy, it’s hard to close most of the time. The car runs out of gas easily but you were determined to keep the car. you open the door and sit in the car. You start to close the door and it gets stuck midway.”why just why” you say as you close it hard. You begin to cry before you got a knock on the window. The person opens the door and you begin to see who it was . It was your dad. “Can I come talk with my daughter” he says as slight opens the door . “Yeah you can come in “ you say as you wipe your tears off your face. “What’s wrong” your dad asks you. “Mom” you say. you felt heartbroken and betrayed . You were Betrayed by your mom by maris . Did your mom not believe in you falling in love. She knew that maris was going to get a man but she always made it how she was going to get a basketball wife. She only did it for the money.Maris had a plan for it, Be hard to get, fall in love , get married , take the money and dip.You always told her that she she should have real love, but she never listened the only thing she listens to is money talk. “What did she do this time” you dad says as he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “The necklace she gave it Maris , I know I should be happy for her and all but I feel heartbroken” . You say your dad starts to give you a hug.”it’s ok y/n your mom still loves you no matter what” he says as finished hugging you .”you need a shirt on top of that” your dad says as he leaves the car to do something. You look down trying to remember what you were wearing. You wore a black bikini top with some Chicago basket ball shorts And a hat.

The outfit

YOU turned on some music wating for your dad to come back . You put on some old school . 'Love Like like this before by faith evans " begins to play. You begin to chill and slowly dance to the song.

Your dad opens the car door and sits on the passenger side . "I want you to take this" he says as he gives you a ring. It was a gold ring . He always said you would get it when you where old enough , you were now finally old enough to have it.

"Thanks dad" you say putting the ring on your finger."No problem and remember stay calm" He says as he opens the car door to get out . "thanks dad I'll remember, and tell maris to come out she taking to long" you say your dad closes the door and walks back in the house "Will do " he yells.

Maris comes in the car and sits on the passenger side.Then she closes the door."You good " she asks you. "I'm good" you responded to her. "Also after the game I'm going to hang out with the basketball wives so we can get an invite to RiRi's party tomorrow". You nod to her in response and you drive off.

Riri's Pov

IT was the 30 seconds of the game. I begin to feel overwhelmed. They pass the ball to me and now I'm starting to go to half-court. it's now 15 seconds on the clock. I begin to dribble feeling the ball bounce back to my fingertips. I shoot the ball now only having 5 seconds on the clock. I watch the ball like a hawk. The ball goes through the hoop as the game ends. Fans begin to cheer and I become happy. I begin to look in the stands at the fans but my eyes quickly make eyes with her. She was in a black dress next to someone. I begin to look at her friend. I thought old girl in the black dress was fine but looking at the girl with the Chicago shorts is overall heaven. I begin to see her get up so I rush to the locker room hoping I can see her.

I rush to the locker room and try to put on my clothes. "Hey ri nice shot on the game". I hear my friend mi says. "Thanks, thanks" I respond taking off my jersey. "where are you going in a rush," she asks. "I saw this girl in the stands and her and her friend were just fine I think she leaving so ima see if I can find her" I respond as I put on my top and jacket. "Just find her insta" she says trying to be smart."Oh I definitely know her insta" I saw being sarcastic as I move quocl taking off my shorts." Whatever but since you said her friend is fine how about you put me on," she says. I put my pants on and put on a bandana and I head out of the locker room after I spray some cologne. "I'll see what I can do" I respond with a yell leaving the locker room.

Riri's Outfit. I drove to the gas station realizing I had a 3rd of a tank. I park my car and then I got a call from my party director. "Oh what now, " I say I answer the call annoyed. All week I have been getting problem after problem with the party. "The ice sculpture isn't going to be done in time and the only substitute we can do is a chocolate one," My director says. I look out my window to see the girl from the stands buying gas. "yeah yeah just do the chocolate".

I get out of my car and make my way to the girl." hey Ms. Chicago" I say chuckling I named her after her shorts. " Hello, Ms half court" they respond to me with a little laugh. "Well I wanted to say your outfit is fire, " I say breaking the ice. "Thanks, I like your outfit also" she responds."Originally my friend wanted me to me wear a dress, but I don't think she understands it's a basketball game," she says with a laugh."You would probably look good in one" I respond being flirty."All though I look like a stud I can fit every style" she says striking a pose."I can see that" I respond. "So how long have you been a fan " I ask her just wondering. "Im not weird I promise but I have been a fan sense you been on the Las An sparks"She says I begin to get surprised . "damn you a og huh " I ask her . "You could say that. She says with a laugh . For the next 30 minutes I was talking to Ms.Chicago . She was just like me . "I gotta get going but I was wondering if you would wanna come to my party tomorrow" I ask her hoping she would say yes. "Yeah I'm down to have a little fun for a party" she says I begin to feel excited "Yes" I whisper to my self hoping she didn't hear. "I mean uh cool that's cool" I say going back to my calm cool and collected attitude . "Is Ms.Half Court In love " She asks being cocky . "Maybe maybe not " I begin to look at her and she does a slight lip bite ."Ms.Chicago whats your insta" I ask her I take out my phone and open insta. "Lemme see" she gets holds her hand out I begin to look at her hands as her rings. She types it her insta in and gives my phone back . "Is that all you need " she says looking at me in a flirtatious tone . "Yeah I guess so " ."See you Ms.Half Court~" she says in a seductive tone doing a simple but seductive wave . "See ya ma" We go are separate ways and I get in my car.

No Pov

WHEN Y/n got back into her car she became excited never did she think she would meet her favorite basketball player and get invited to her party.

With riri she was trying to deny the fact that she was in love with a fan or in love who she calls Ms.Chicago. Riri could try to convince herself that she wasn't in love Ms.Chicgo but she knew .

Was Riri In love with Ms.Chicago NO ( Yes and it was Obvious)

ㅤ✷ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ☞ ࣭ ࣪ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖✷ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ࣭ ࣪ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖✷ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ࣭ ࣪ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖✷ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ࣭ ࣪ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖

I hope yall enjoyed this it has been in my drafts for a hot minute but yall know I had to DOUBLEE IT ( Two stories one day )

#ririxyn #riri x reader #riri williams #riri x shuri #shuri x riri #riri williams fanfic #riri williams fluff #riri williams x reader #riri wiliams x reader #ironheart fanfic #ironhearxyn #ironheart #ironheart x reader #black panther #black panther wakanda forever riri willams #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #basketball !riri

[sablelab]

Covert Operations - (Ch 233) - Epilogue

SYNOPSIS: James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp return to their downtime destination far away from Section One, but this time as a newly married couple.

This chapter is a little suggestive.

 Chapter 232 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations 

 *This can also be read on AO3

I want to THANK all the lovely readers who have been engaged with this story one way or another for just over four years.  Thank you all so much for your support, for your feedback, for your likes and for reblogging each week. I am so very grateful that you found my story and have kept reading each week. That just blows my mind! THANK YOU all so much. 👋

CHAPTER 233(S) – EPILOGUE

A couple of months later …

There was only one place that James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp wanted to spend their honeymoon, and that was in the special home where they had shared such wonderful memories on their downtime. They had left Section One in the capable hands of Letitia Chisholm, and his godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons, had been given strict instructions that they were not to be contacted under any … and he meant any circumstances.  He’d chuckled at Jamie’s directive to keep their honeymoon destination a secret, and with a knowing gleam in his eyes Murtagh had said that even if Section burnt to the ground, he would never say where they had gone.  Operations and his second-in-command, would be blissfully ignorant of the comings and goings at Section One until they returned from their honeymoon.  His godfather valued the sanctity of his life, so Jamie and his Sugar would never know anything that was happening in their absence.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The honeymooners had been here for several days now and hadn’t really left their conjugal bed except for much needed sustenance. On waking this morning, the first rays of yet another glorious day greeted them as the dappled light drifted across the foot of their bed, and over the bodies of the intimate couple lying there. The two lovers lay on their sides facing each other with their legs entangled as they had done each morning. Jamie’s eyes drifted down to their bodies in perfect accord, while Claire melted into her husband’s embrace as he lazily traced the bottom of her chin with his fingertip.

“I always wake when you do, Sassenach; I sleep ill without ye by my side,” he uttered softly brushing his lips against hers. “I wake up every day and find that I love you more than I did the day before."

“If I loved you any more than I do now, James Fraser, my heart would burst right out of my chest,” Claire replied stroking her thumb along his cheek.

Their love for one another had been put to the test on numerous occasions by Madeline and Operations, and they’d endured so much, but now the past was behind them. Staring intimately into each other’s eyes, the two lovers never wanted to break eye contact.  Their eyes communicated that everything that had passed between them was indelibly etched into their hearts forever. 

Leaning into her love, Claire kissed her man affectionately rubbing her nose against his in playful teasing. “Good morning husband.”

Taking her hand in his, Jamie laced their fingers together mimicking the joining of their souls, then raising their clasped hand up between them, he seductively kissed their knuckles.

“Good morning … Mrs. Fraser.   Sleep well?” he queried with a satisfied grin and a provocative raise of his eyebrow.

“Like a baby, Mr. Fraser … and you?”

“Likewise.

Gently pulling his wife closer to him, Jamie placed his arm around her shoulder and Claire burrowed her face against his neck as they lay on the pillow kissing sensuously in salutations. He couldn’t resist the temptation of touching her body and he brushed his hands along her velvety soft skin leisurely tracing his wife’s glorious curves. In reply Claire’s hand rose and tenderly cupped Jamie’s cheek lightly grazing her finger along her husband’s stubbled jaw, before sliding her fingers into his dishevelled hair where they tightened in his curls.  Never severing their gaze, Jamie placed his open hand against Claire’s cheek lovingly mapping her face with his fingers.  Reciprocating the caress he loved so much, she too ran her finger over his jaw once more as their eyes stared into their souls.   Then leaning in towards each other, they kissed looking at one another as if they couldn’t believe that they were really here on their honeymoon and finally husband and wife.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

James Fraser couldn’t get enough of his love’s kisses and when his lips gently found hers again, Claire surrendered sighing against his mouth.  The taste of her was an aphrodisiac to his senses, for her lips enticed him, and every time he touched her, she made him come alive in want and need.

“Yer mouth is so inviting mo ghràidh,” he uttered gutturally overcome with emotion. “I canna get enough of yer kisses.”

Jamie could feel her smile against his mouth as Claire surrendered to yet another potent caress from her husband. Roaming his fingers gently over her cheeks, across the bridge of her nose and along her tingling lips he focused on seeing his wife's response to his touch. His hands traced back near her temples and lightly caressed the arch of her brow, before trailing them through her hair in dishevelled disarray on the pillow. Jamie’s breathing grew more ragged as his eyes perused her features in loving devotion, while his fingers continued stroking over her tempting flesh.

“Oh, God. Claire. Yer skin is flawless… you are so beautiful. I do love you so … More now than ever … if that is possible.”

Rolling on top of his wife, he deftly brushed his lips across the place where her swan-like neck and shoulder met. Gently biting the delicate skin of her throat, Jamie soothingly licked the place where his teeth had left his mark of passion.  Claire couldn’t help but moan at the intimate contact of her husband’s gestures.

“Yer face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.  I couldna look at ye and keep my hands from you, nor be near ye and not want you. I want you now.”

Sighing, his eyes continued roving over her gorgeous face, all the while scorching Claire’s soul with his intense gaze.  Jamie let out an audible, evocative, trembling groan that resonated in the back of his throat as he kissed his wife in fierce abandon. His caresses made her head spin with the ecstasy of his touch. Releasing her lips momentarily so his love could draw breath, Jamie lowered his head again wreaking havoc on Claire’s sensitized lips, awakening her fierce need for him as well.  Their lips fused together as they both whimpered their need of one another. “Tha gaol agam ort, mo nighean donn,” he uttered against her lips, pulling back from them and nibbling them softly. “Oh, Jamie,” she sighed as his hands delved lower across her body. Claire felt his tender touch as her spouse’s fingers nonchalantly glided over and over her soft skin in devotion.” I love you so much.”

Who would have thought that Jamie’s exquisite hands could kill with a mere touch … yet … that same touch of his hands could send her reeling into unconsciousness?

Everything her husband did, everywhere he touched came alive under his sensational caresses, and Claire moaned in her acceptance of his gift. When his hands touched her, she felt the thrill to the very core of her being. The glide of his roving fingers on her skin drove her insane with intense longing. Claire was breathless and she ached with a yearning so severe that she just wanted to die in his arms. There were no words to speak of their devotion. None were necessary. They communicated their desire for each other with one look, a look that spoke volumes in silence. Jamie saw the awe in his beloved’s eyes; it was so overwhelming that he felt his heart soar. Only she could cause such a reaction. She was his woman; his wife.  He was her man; her husband.

“Forever and always my darling,” he whispered against her ear.

Overcome with such deep love for her husband, Claire ran her soft hands over Jamie’s torso electrifying his nervous system into overload. She leisurely trailed them down his muscular back gently caressing him until reaching his tight buttocks which flexed uncontrollably at her touch. Reversing her sojourn back up his body with soft strokes, she wallowed in the perfection of the man in her arms. Seeing the depth of Claire’s love for him in her luminous eyes overwhelmed him. James Fraser could not believe that being married to this wonderful woman could make him feel so complete. His hands stroked his wife’s brunette tresses away from her face to reveal the radiant gaze burning holes in his own.  Brushing his fingertips against her cheekbones, Jamie felt Claire’s soft intake of breath, when on a sigh, he murmured her special name.

“Sass-en-ach.”

"My darling husband," she whispered in reply. The words softly left her lips in admiration of the man who was her world. Feeling his body come alive more fully, Claire wriggled closer. His breathing became erratic as he captured her in his embrace. Tilting his head close to hers, Jamie never broke the mesmerizing, piercing looks they exchanged. Stroking her husband’s face with the palms of her hands, Claire was unable to say a word. She traced her fingertips along his mouth, caressing the bottom lip while biting her own tentatively. A wayward finger found its way inside his mouth and she could feel the scrape of Jamie’s teeth on the soft pad. It was so erotic that her body shivered with delight.

“Jamie … my love,” Claire murmured adoringly with breathless whispers.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She continued rubbing her hands over the contours of his back with a soothing touch, traversing his skin and absorbing his pores into her own. They talked without words, whispering their inner thoughts for the other while gazing into one another’s eyes, each mirroring the feelings of their hearts.

James Fraser couldn’t believe that through everything they had endured while in Section under Madeline and Operations’ rule, that they had finally come to be in this place of contentment and overwhelming joy. All they had endured; all they had suffered to be together had culminated in this sacred sacrament of marriage.  Now they were husband and wife and the bond they shared was on another level entirely.  They were partners in everything that truly mattered in life, at work and even in death when that day eventually came.  God, he loved this woman so much.  He loved his brown-haired lass; he had loved her from the moment he had laid eyes on her but had thought himself unworthy of love and happiness. However, it was their destiny that they met and were together side by side in Section and on life’s journey. Each day that he saw her face he was reminded of the day that changed his life … the day that Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was recruited to Section One.

From this day forward, he would also never forget the day Claire became his wife.  When he saw her for the first time as her Uncle Lamb walked her towards him on their wedding day, it was as if the sun had come out, for he was blinded by the look that was in her eyes. He was mesmerized by his Claire.  She was a lady of grace, a woman of strength, and an astonishingly beautiful, radiant bride. Their eyes had locked on each other as she came closer and closer towards him. It was as if they were the only ones there. Reciting their wedding vows was the culmination of their commitment to each other, then when he had kissed his bride, his heart had nearly stopped because of the happiness he felt.

His brave and wonderful wife completed him.  She made him a better man … a better leader … a better human being. Before he met his Sassenach, he was merely existing, but now he couldn’t be any happier than what he was at this moment in time on their honeymoon. The joys, the laughter, the togetherness of married life certainly agreed with him.  He was so very happy. His Claire had brought immeasurable joy into his life and now they were life partners for ever. He would love her until time itself was done, and so long as she was by his side, he was well pleased with the world, and he wanted to grow old with her until they each drew their last breath.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Likewise, Claire looked at her husband in disbelief that the day they married was the day that their deepest connection began.  They were joined not just in body but in soul. Their soul connection had always been strong, but somehow it felt so different this time now that they were one. Perhaps it was the openness of them being together in Section One and to be able to express their love and affection for one another without repercussions.  This togetherness had been the catalyst for these deeper feelings of love that had grown even stronger every day.  God, she loved this man so much that just the thought of him not being beside her filled her heart with sorrow. They were true soulmates destined to be together until they could breathe no more.

From the very first moment she had met him in Section, she knew that her life would never be the same. Nevertheless, it was providence and a little help from their uncles that they should meet. Jamie was a conundrum to her, but over time her feelings for this enigmatic man, who was a challenge to understand, had become clearer.  She saw in him a true man of worth, one who was worthy of love … of her, love. They were equals, two people who were joined explicitly by the connection they had forged together with their partnership. Now they were partners for life.  She was the other half of him.  Jamie was her true soulmate.   She found comfort in his love and friendship and their partnership in Section was one built on trust and respect for one another. She couldn’t control the feelings that ricocheted through her body knowing that he was hers.  He was her husband, her heart, her soul. She bloody well couldn’t do without him, and that was about it. Jamie was the only one she wanted to be with, to share her life with. Laugh with.  Love with.  Grow old with. 

The day they married was the most wonderful day of her life. To know that she was really his wife, that there were no secrets anymore, no hiding their relationship and definitely no recrimination from those who knew nothing of what love was between a man and a woman … Madeline and Operations, was all that mattered. When she walked down towards her groom, her heart leapt in her chest.  Her breath seemed to leave her lungs for Jamie looked so positively resplendent and handsome in his kilt, that she suddenly had wicked thoughts of wanting to fling him to the ground and commit ravishment on his glorious body.  Their eyes held and it was as if she was floating on air as she moved closer to him. His eyes hypnotised her until she was captivated and was drowning in the depths of the desire hidden there. His piercing look burned her soul.

James Fraser was a man in love who was letting her know his true feelings for her.  It was radiating from his intense blue eyes which remained fixed on her with every step she took towards him.  As if in a dreamlike state she came closer and closer to where Jamie was waiting with such a devoted look in his eyes.  When they met in front of the priest, Jamie had taken her hand in his.  She had felt his touch ignite her body as if fireworks had exploded within her skin, and not unlike an electrical current flowing through her fingertips. It paralysed her that she couldn’t control the feelings that ricocheted through her body knowing that he was hers alone. In a dream like state, they had spoken their vows and when they had been pronounced husband and wife and Jamie had kissed her, she lost all consciousness in his embrace. They had heard the applause of their friends but it was not as loud as their two hearts beating in unison. God, she loved this man with every last breath in her body.  James Fraser was the love of her life. The one she adored.  Her one true love … He was her world.  He was everything to her, and each day she loved him more. Today she loved him more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, and she wanted to grow old with Jamie until they each drew their last breath.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Marriage was a huge leap of faith, but it was their faith in each other, while spending every day with the person they loved, was what made the journey worthwhile.  It was the continuation of their life-long commitment oflove, trust and respect for one another.  They already had a partnership in Section of good communication and openness.  They listened to each other and shared ideas with honesty, and had the ability to compromise, as well as give constructive criticism if needs be. At home they spent time together but at the same time gave each other space in their togetherness when it was needed. They loved each other, truly loved each other.

As they lay together in their bed, with each sigh, gentle touch and look, Jamie and Claire experienced a deep feeling of intimacy and connection as they felt themselves slipping into a realm of deeper sexual union. Holding her husband close to her chest like a baby to the breast, Claire felt every inch of his skin. Resting his head on her comforting breast Jamie was lost in the essence of the woman in his arms … the love of his life.  His wife … Claire Fraser.

"I've only known one love in my life, and that was with you, mo luaidh," Jamie declared as his eyes drifted shut.

Sighing, Claire closed her eyes as well as they both succumbed to an exhausted but sated sleep once more. Hence it was late morning when James Fraser eventually arose from their marital bed, as the pangs of hunger had made his stomach growl.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Claire Fraser felt Jamie rise from the bed. Leaning one hand on her cheek and with a satisfied grin on her face, she smugly watched her husband’s naked torso in appraisal as he began to walk away.  Claire couldn’t help it. She never tired of looking at him.  Her eyes slowly traversed all the plains of his wickedly sensuous body of the man who was all hers.   Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but admire his naked torso, the curvature of his round backside and the muscles of his back, his sinuous arms and the strength of those strong, hard thighs that she could wrap her legs around in a vice. 

“Come back to bed Jamie …”  Claire sighed languidly rubbing the empty mattress beside her, “… it’s our honeymoon after all.”

“I’ll be there in a moment, mo chridhe … I’m just getting us something to eat.  I have to keep up my stamina because my wife is insatiable,” he answered roguishly with a mischievous eyebrow raise.

“It must be mutual then … My husband cannot get enough of me too it seems.”

“Aye ... ‘tis true, Mrs. Fraser …” he replied cheekily looking over to the unkempt bed where they had spent most of their time in over the past couple of days. “Ye have worn me out my love.”

“Surely you jest, Mr. Fraser,” Claire replied with an equally mischievous glance. “You are in perfect physical condition. I cannot believe that it is you who have overexerted yourself … when it is I …”

Jamie smirked at her unfinished words, while challenging her to finish what she was saying. “I what? My wife?”

“I … I have perfect stamina for these one-on-one workouts you put me through. You did train me after all. Come back to bed and let me show you just how much endurance I still have,” she teased impishly.

Jamie gave her a lascivious look as if to say … “I will test out that theory shortly when I return Sorcha.”

Turning once more, he looked at her with a promise that he’d be back as soon as possible and slowly walked into the kitchen to retrieve some nibbles they could eat.  Watching him with a satisfied grin on her face, Claire sighed a little breathlessly and lay back against the pillows.  Her husband was perfection … and every glorious inch of his magnificent body belonged to her. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As she lay there, Claire lovingly toyed with the exquisite filigree ring Jamie had finally placed on her finger at their wedding.  She had worn this beautiful ring with the engraved inscription … Da mi basia mille … around her neck close to her heart but out of sight.  Jamie had given her this ring with the promise of a thousand kisses, and a thousand more times over of the kisses they would share.  Her wonderful, romantic man had given her a solemn promise that night when he had given her this ring, and now she could wear it so that everyone knew that she was his, and he was hers.

She remembered being totally overwhelmed at the symbolic and meaningful bespoke ring, and her heart had filled with the joys of promises he made that night. Jamie had laid out what was in his heart for her to see.  This ring symbolized the serenity and purity of their relationship. It was his vow of fidelity and commitment, but it also revealed his deep abiding love for her.  Jamie was giving her his word of honour that night that it was his promise for marriage and of his eternal devotion.

Claire smiled as she looked at her ring once more.  His promises had come to fruition and they were well and truly on their way to those thousand kisses ten times over.  When she looked at it, she couldn’t help but remember back to their wedding day when the two of them became one. 

It had been the most wonderful day of her life.  It had been a simple, but romantic wedding ceremony in Letitia Chisholm’s glorious garden a few days ago. Jamie had looked so dashing in his Fraser’s kilt; she had dressed in an ethereal vintage white gown with a crown of flowers in her hair. She had been so very happy that the smile that bowed her lips seemed to be permanently plastered on her face. She was so head over heels in love with the man she was about to marry.

The day itself was magical. It was perfect in every way. Her Uncle Lamb had walked her down the aisle to meet the man of her dreams to where the priest was waiting.  She had kissed her uncle on the cheek and she couldn’t help but notice the tears of happiness that had welled up in his eyes. But it was Jamie’s penetrating gaze as he watched her approach him that had her floating on air. Their eyes had locked on each other’s and the love radiating from their gazes was so intense that she felt her heart leap from her chest. 

Their wedding vows had been spoken with such reverence and love that it was as if they were the only two people there with the priest, and all those around them had faded into oblivion. Then, when they kissed, her heart had burst with the knowledge that she was now truly his in name, body and soul … she was Mrs. Claire Fraser and Jamie was her husband.

Murtagh had seemed quite emotional too, as he and Bóinne watched them repeat their vows. No doubt he was thinking about his own wedding to his wife just a few weeks ago. Then the look on Fergus Claudel’s face when Marsali MacKimmie had caught her wedding bouquet had been priceless, but she knew that this young couple would most assuredly be the next to marry.

Although she and Jamie never wanted their wedding day to end, they couldn’t wait to be together, just the two of them alone and begin their honeymoon. And now here they were in their special place where memories were made, and it had been everything and more than she had ever expected.   

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Despite never giving their roles at Section One another thought since they had arrived here, nevertheless thinking of their friends just now, had Claire’s thoughts turning to how things had transformed for the better, not only in their lives, but at Section too.

When they had taken over the leadership, much had changed in Section since Jamie had become the new Operations and she his second in command. The atmosphere in the organization had shifted dramatically and the place seemed to be more harmonious than ever before.  Missions had gone well. Terrorists were captured and were still tortured by Henry and Elizabeth, but their methods were less barbaric, however they still achieved the same results with this change of direction.  Section One was running smoothly.  She and Jamie had not always been able to be physically present on missions, but his strategic profiling had seen their operatives carry out successful end games nonetheless. They had only called on Letitia Chisholm one time when they went undercover on the Stonner mission as a married couple, which they didn’t need much preparation for having been in the role often.  However, a mission and the real deal were so polar opposites that she couldn’t believe how much a ring on her finger had changed the dynamics so conclusively.  It felt different from playing a married couple to now actually being one.   

Although she knew that everything would be running as normal back at Section One, these thoughts jostled in her head and realizing that Jamie was taking his good time getting something to eat, Claire called out his name to gain his attention.

“Jamie!”

“What is it my love?” he replied returning from the kitchen with a plate of cheese, fruit and some whisky for the two of them.

“What do you think is happening back at Section while we are away?”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach.  Letitia will have everything in hand. Section will be ticking over as usual without us there.  They can manage for two weeks surely.”

“I guess so … it’s just that …”

He grinned at her. “You miss everyone don’t ye Claire?”

“I do, just a little … but I am so loving our time here more my love.  This is our special place for special memories and none more so than our idyllic honeymoon. I doubt if I will want to return to Section when it is over.”

“Our honeymoon will never be over, mo ghràidh.  We have a lifetime of days like these to come,” Jamie replied with an intense look that made her breath hitch.

Catching each other’s gazes across the room, Claire felt giddish as her heart leapt in her chest at his response.  She smiled happily as she watched her husband walk back over to the bed.  Placing the decanter, two glasses and plate on the bedside table, Jamie sat down on the mattress. Claire felt the bed dip slightly with his weight as he leaned over towards her, as she in turn rolled over closer to where he sat. Tenderly Jamie placed a small piece of cheese into her mouth with his fingertips. Munching on the morsel, their eyes held each other’s as Claire rubbed his arm up and down with the tips of her fingers lightly scraping the muscles as she did so.

His wife’s radiant nakedness under the covers sent Jamie’s heart into arrhythmia at the thought of their couplings a little while ago and those throughout the night as they had repeatedly made love.  His Claire was the most stunning woman he had ever seen and her beauty was not just visible to the naked eye, she was beautiful in every way possible. 

“I did warn ye, mo luaidh, about making memories here.”

“Yes, you did.”

She moved up in the bed until she was level with Jamie.  Their eyes held one another’s in a piercing stare that registered deep within their hearts.

“When I touch you …”  Jamie’s fingertip rubbed lightly under her chin as he spoke.

Claire leaned towards him. They rubbed noses in a little Eskimo kiss that she loved to receive and give.

“… I feel my heart pound in my chest mo chridhe … I feel that my heart could burst right out of my body.  I love ye so much Sassenach. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

“Nor I you, James Fraser,” she replied kissing him heralding the depth of feeling she had for this special man.”

“Are ye happy Sorcha?”

“Happier than I have ever been. I am truly happy just being here with you.”

Claire Elizabeth Fraser … my wife, Jamie thought, a smile suddenly appearing on his face and widening even more when she reciprocated his grin.

My husband … James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser, Claire thought as well.

“I dinna want to hear another word about Section One while we are here, mo leannan,” he teased bopping her on the nose playfully. “It is just the two of us now.”

“I promise … I won’t say another word, Jamie. Whatever happens in Section, stays in Section until we get back.”

“We are not to be contacted and are off the grid for the duration of our honeymoon. So, I’m going to hold ye to that promise, Claire Fraser.”

“You have my word, James Fraser.”

Leaning in closer and closer to his wife's smiling face, Jamie declared, “Then kiss me, Claire. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“Gladly.”

With those words the honeymooners soon forgot all discussion of those back at Section One as they kissed passionately. They both thought nothing more of mission profiles, terrorists, their operatives or what decisions were being made by Letitia Chisholm, for they again succumbed to the blissful conjugal joys of being giddy newlyweds.

THE END

Gaelic and meaning …

Mo ghràidh – My love        

Mo luaidh – My darling

Mo leannan – My sweetheart        

Mo chridhe – My heart

Tha gaol agam ort – I love you

#jamieandclairefanfiction #jamieandclairecrossover #the lallybroch library #outlander fanfic #crossover outlander/lfn spies modernau #jamie and claire #lfnoutlander #sablelab

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol)

Tagged by anonymous

Favorite thing about them: How kind, gentle, and warm-hearted he is, and how much he loves his wife and children.

Least favorite thing about them: Hard to say... there's virtually nothing to dislike about him. But some might argue that he's too patient and resigned to his hard life. For example, when he raises a toast of gratitude to Scrooge as "the founder of the feast" on Christmas: of course it shows his generous spirit in contrast to Scrooge, but it might also send an unfortunate message of how "the deserving poor" react to their oppressors. At least in most versions, his wife is allowed to be bitter.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I try to be gentle and polite and avoid conflict.

*I enjoy spending time with children.

*I love Christmas.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I don't have a spouse or children of my own.

*For now at least, I don't live in poverty.

*I'm female.

Favorite line:

When his wife asks him how Tiny Tim behaved in church:

“As good as gold, and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.”

And in the vision of the family mourning Tim's death:

"But however and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim—shall we—or this first parting that there was among us?... And I know, I know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient and how mild he was; although he was a little, little child; we shall not quarrel easily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it.”

brOTP: His children, especially Tiny Tim, and Scrooge after he becomes a friend.

OTP: Mrs. Cratchit.

nOTP: Any of his children.

Random headcanon: After his fortunes improve thanks to Scrooge's redemption, when Tiny Tim is well and all their past concerns are behind them, Bob and Mrs. Cratchit will have a seventh child. The Annotated Christmas Carol points out that the Cratchits can be viewed as idealized versions of the Dickens family in young Charles's childhood, with the children corresponding in gender and birth order to himself and his siblings: Martha = Fanny, Peter = Charles himself, Belinda = Letitia, unnamed girl = Harriet, unnamed boy = Frederick, Tiny Tim = Alfred. But there's no equivalent of the youngest Dickens brother, Augustus, presumably because he wasn't born until Charles was a teenager. So I imagine that there will be another Cratchit son born after the events of the story.

Unpopular opinion: At the end of the "Tiny Tim's death" vision, he's not pretending when he says "I'm very happy." Whenever I see someone write that he "pretends to be happy" it doesn't ring true. Yes, his cheerfulness at the start of the scene is feigned, before he finally breaks down crying, but by the end, I'd like to think he takes real comfort in knowing that Tim will never be forgotten and that the memory of his goodness will always be an inspiration to the family. It doesn't erase his grief, but it's not just a facade either.

Song I associate with them:

"The Lord's Bright Blessing" from Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol:

"Christmas Children" from Scrooge (1970):

"One More Sleep Till Christmas" from The Muppet Christmas Carol:

Favorite pictures of them:

This classic illustration by John Leech:

This illustration by Sol Eytinge Jr.:

Gene Lockhart in the 1938 film:

Mervyn Johns in the 1951 film:

David Collings in the 1970 musical Scrooge:

From Richard Jones' 1971 animated version:

Mickey Mouse in Mickey's Christmas Carol, 1983:

David Warner in the 1984 TV film, with Anthony Walters as Tiny Tim:

Kermit the Frog in The Muppet Christmas Carol, 1992:

Motion-captured Gary Oldman in Disney's 2009 CGI film:

#character ask #a christmas carol #bob cratchit #ask game #fictional characters #tw: child death #fictional character ask

[pinkwright]

ur a star, girl | shuri udaku.

masterlist

ƸӜƷ

inspo — starboy by the weeknd

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

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

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

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

ஜ

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...15.03.23

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

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

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

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

...coming soon ஜ

#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ. #🎀. pink sets ⚘ ˏ`୭̥* #shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri angst #shuri smut #shuri fluff #letitia wright #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x y/n #shuri black panther #shuri x you #letitia wright shuri #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri fic #shuri imagine

[quintessencewrites]

Desire

Shuri x stripper! reader

"Ladies and Gents, we got a treat for yall tonight! So much cake, it'll make you want to lick the icing first."

"Please help me in welcoming Desire to the stage!"

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, nudity, fluff, explicit language, stripping, illicit drug use, lap dances, etc.

Word Count: 3.2k+

Tags: @lunax0654 @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @zestgodtj @themageking @becauseimswagman1 @k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance @778ij @rxcently @widowmakker

Special Thanks to @letitias-fav for choosing y’all’s stripper name and effectively choosing the title as well 🫶🏾 thanks babes🤍🤍🤍

A/N: This was supposed to be a short and sweet little one-shot, but I got carried away and it ended up over 3,000 words long. You guys are gonna love this one, I just know it. I'm in love with it myself; I'm so freaking proud of the work I did on this story <3

A/N 2: NOT a part of my ShuRiri x Sade series. That returns this Thursday, 1/5/23 <3

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock on the wall is torturing me, its hands moving so slowly, I’m sure they aren’t even moving at all. I’m counting down; only 30 minutes left until I can clock out.

“Y’know, staring at that thang won’t make time go no faster, chile.” My eyes almost peek at the back of my eyelids, but I suppress the eye roll. Mr. Ellis doesn’t deserve that; he isn’t the target of my frustrations. “Here, now. Table 7’s food is up.”

“Table 7? I don’t have table 7, Mr. Ellis. Where’s Christine?”

My eyes peel away from the clock when my question is met with silence. The older gentleman points his head in the direction of the office that sits tucked away in the back of the kitchen. “She’s not feeling good again. Poor thing, pregnancy is taking a toll on her.”

My heart aches for the girl, 8 months pregnant and planning to work til the end. She’s exhausted, often sleeping in the cramped room for her entire shift. I reach for the aromatic trays, more than willing to cover for the waddling woman.

“She shouldn’t have to work.”

“You gon’ pay her bills, y/n?” the old man retorts. “If it was left up to me, you wouldn’t be working either. This job, or that other one.” The end of his sentence slithers off his tongue in disgust.

The sigh that releases from me is impatient. I didn’t feel like having this conversation with him again. The father-like figure made it clear how much he despised the work I do, often telling me “You gonna slide down that pole right on down to hell.”

“College don’t pay for itself, Mr. Ellis.” A deep ‘mm’ is all I get in return before I’m shooed into the dining room to deliver meals.

“Table 7… table 7,” I mumble, leaving the familiarity of my section of the restaurant to enter the unfamiliarity of Christine’s.

Table 7 sits in the center of the room, and it is surrounded by gorgeous women. They cause me to stumble over my feet a bit, but thankfully, the food doesn’t go down. At the heart of the group, is a girl whose eyes refuse to look away as I walk toward them. It causes my cheeks to go red and my gaze to fall.

“Hey everyone. Christine is taking a quick break, so I’ll be your server. My name is y/n.”

“Y/n? I’ve never heard that name before. It’s lovely.” the one whose intent look I couldn’t escape spoke. Her accent was thick and heavy, yet her voice was light and pulled me in.

The blush in my cheeks has for sure crept to the tips of my ears now. “Tha-thank you. Alright now, y’all gonna have to help me out some. I didn’t take y’all’s orders, so I don’t know who has what.”

The dark-skinned beauty to my left opened her mouth first. “I had the grilled salmon.” With a swift nod, I slid the hot plate in front of her. “The vegetarian meal belongs to me,” expressed the one on my right.

“That must leave you with the pork tacos?” I question, placing the plate in front of the girl with the dense vernacular. She nods with the corner of her lip between her rows of teeth. “Though, I’m suddenly feeling like cake,” she whispers when I reach across her to deliver her food, eyes clearly no longer on my face.

The boldness in her words separates my lips and almost buck my knees from under me. “Um, I-ha,” a nervous giggle escapes me and I take a small step back. A quick ‘ahem’ clears the shock from my throat. “If you ladies need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask,” I ramble off before beelining back to the kitchen.

“Girl, don’t you bust through them doors like that. Scaring my old soul”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Ellis.”

Christine is standing next to the aged man, silently munching on saltines. “I took Table 7 for you, Chris.”

“Table 7? Oh, the group of girls? Y/n, aren’t they gorgeous?” she’s practically sighing.

“Yeah, intimidatingly so,” I allow the eye roll to follow through this time and glance up at the clock. 7:50. Ten more minutes.

“You don’t get tired, y/n? Leaving one job to go straight to the next?”

My hands reach up, capturing my curls and piling them atop my head in a bun before I answer. “Yeah, Chris, I’m worn out as hell-”

“Watch that mouth in front of me, chile.”

I wince, knowing better. “Sorry, Mr. Ellis. I’m tired as heck. But if I sit around too long thinking about how tired I am, I won’t get anything done.”

“I feel you. Do you mind checking to make sure table 7 doesn’t need anything else before you go? I’ll give you whatever tips they leave,” Baby mama asks with a mouthful of dry crackers.

I really don’t want to, but I’m motivated by the money. “Sure,” I offer, retying my apron and pushing the swinging door open.

I barely make it across the restaurant before the stranger’s eyes meet mine. A grin stretches her face as I approach. “What can we do for you, y/n?” she drawls, eyes glimmering.

I return the smile, genuinely intrigued by what about me has caught her eye so. “I’m just checking on everyone before I clock out. Is there anything else I can get you?”

Her brows furrow. “You’re leaving? Wait, let us show our appreciation for your service before you go.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I vocalize once I notice all three women reaching into their wallets.

“Well, we’re going to,” the recipient of the vegetarian dinner states matter-of-factly. My mouth is closed, fingers playing with my rings nervously, not sure how to accept such open generosity. I wasn’t used to having to do so on this job. Here, people were supposed to leave their tips and be long gone by the time I went to retrieve them.

One by one, wads of cash are folded into my hand. The last girl’s hand lingers a bit longer. “Thank you,” she whispers to me. “You’re welcome,” my voice returns at the same volume.

“Have a good night, y/n. I hope to see you again.”

“Ye-yeah, yeah. You as well.” I trek back to Christine and Mr. Ellis and without counting the money first, I place half of the bills into her pocket before grabbing my belongings and rushing to the back door. I was going to be late. “I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” I call as the door shuts.

Thankfully, the car ride isn’t a long one. In ten minutes, I pull up to Missus, rushing in. “You’re late,” the DJ calls out to me from the sound booth. “No shit,” I yell back, running to the dressing rooms.

“You’re late,” Indigo echoes when I reach my locker.

“Why doesn’t anyone start a conversation with ‘hello’ anymore?”

“Bitch, because you are late. What took you so long? I had to convince mama to not take you off for tonight.”

I place a grateful kiss on my best friend’s cheek. “And I appreciate that. I’m only ten minutes late though.”

House mama peeks her head into the room. “Glad you could join us, y/n.”

My turn toward her is slow and I’m hoping my innocent smile can wipe away her pissed-off expression. “Hey, mama…”

“Don’t ‘hey, mama’ me. I warned you that you may be trying to juggle too much-”

I didn’t feel like hearing this lecture either. “I’m not mama, give me ten minutes. I’ll do a double-set to make up for it.”

With pursed lips and worried eyes, Mama walks away, leaving just me and Indigo. I reach into my locker and grab the first fabric my fingers brush across. I don’t have time to be picky, slightly dissatisfied with the black piece I’ve picked up. It’s a bit more revealing than what I usually chose to wear, despite the job title I held.

The one-piece had no straps, just a thick band covering my nipples but leaving my areolas for the people to see. The part that donned between my legs covered my second pair of lips well enough, though the thin string betwixt my cheeks left nothing to the imagination.

I reach down to my bag, searching for the clear stilettos I wore with almost every set, and became frantic when I couldn’t find them. “Ugh, Indi, can I borrow your black shoes?”

“The strappy ones?”

“I’d prefer the non-strappy ones.”

“Too bad. Those are currently on my feet. You’re getting the strappy ones. They’ll look delicious on you, with that outfit. I’ll help you lace them.”

The eye roll makes an encore but I don’t protest. I don’t have time to. Sitting on the furry pink bench, I allow Indigo to slide the shoes on and tie the strings up my thigh. I attempt to stand, but stumble at the unexpected height. Indi is much shorter than me and sports a whopping 10-inch shoe compared to my 6-inch ones.

“Damn, girl, I’m gonna break my neck.”

“Nope,” she pops the p in the word. “You’re gonna step on theirs. Get out there, shake that fat ass.”

I hear the DJ’s booming voice before I even declare myself ready. “Ladies and Gents, we got a treat for yall tonight. So much cake, it’ll make you want to lick the icing first.”

“Ew, what a disgusting way to put it.”

Indigo smacks her lips. “He’s not wrong,” she states, eyes not moving from your backside.

“Please, help me in welcoming Desire to the stage!”

A deafening remix of Birthday Cake by Rihanna roars through the speakers, and I have to practically run to the stage to make it to my cue.

It’s not even my birthday, but he wanna lick the icing off

One foot in front of the other, the strut of my walk and sway of my hips brings me to the pole center stage. The lights are blinding, I can barely see. I give the DJ a quick signal to turn them down a bit and when the strobes dim I can see the audience gaping at me.

With the pole behind me and both my hands on it while I face the crowd, my entire body is on display, just how they like it. My head dips, my curly mane falling over my face before I swing it back up.

It’s so exciting, don’t try to hide it, I’mma make you my bitch

My eyes catch hers on their way up. She’s here, sitting front row, ogling my almost naked body.

The girl from the restaurant. Her intense eyes are burning heat in my body, sending it upward to my face. Her confidence from earlier has been waived and a sweet shyness falls upon her. My routine doesn’t falter, it can’t falter, yet my mind is far away. When my thick thighs bring me closer to the end of the stage, I get a really good look at her.

Her jaw is so well-defined, it must have been chiseled from marble. The spirals hang from her head to cover her face ever so slightly, though the shaved sides keep her features open. Her eyes are so dark, they appear black instead of brown and right now, they’re set hard, focused on my figure.

She’s surrounded by the same women who accompanied her at the restaurant moments ago and they too can’t help but be entranced by me. My mind is telling me to take advantage of this opportunity, to get close, and I give in to the thoughts.

My legs sweep over the edge of the stage, and I climb down, not having to hop far due to the insane height of Indigo’s shoes. Her stare should be deemed rude, but I’m eating it up. I sway to her lap and make it my seat, straddling her thin waist. Throwing my head to the side, I allow my hair to mask my mouth, not wanting anyone to read our conversation.

“It’s nice to see you again,” I whisper, lips brushing her ear and the girl inhales deeply but doesn’t speak. “You know my real name. That’s a problem here. I think I ought to know yours.”

“Sh-Sh-Shuri,” she stutters out. Lifting to my feet, I walk back to the stage and finish my set in a split on the cold floor, giving Shuri an eyeful. Her orbs grow, almost bugging out of her head, and with a sly smile, I leave, returning to Indigo who’s still in the dressing room, now lighting a tightly wrapped blunt.

“I will never understand how your confidence shifts when you’re on stage versus when you’re not,” she says through the smoke.

“It’s a talent,” I shrug, taking the seat next to her. “Pass.”

She hands the joint over, and I take a deep drag, eyes shut with my mind still on Shuri. The odds that she was here right now were second to none. “What you thinking bout?” Indigo asks, reaching over to pluck the blunt from my fingers.

“There’s this girl out there. She was at the restaurant tonight too, flirting hard as hell, but here, I seem to have her speechless.”

Indi’s head lifts from the headrest momentarily. “Is she fine?”

“She looks like a greek god.”

My friend sucks her teeth in response. “You always get the good-looking ones. You wanna share?”

“Nah, one look at you and she won’t want me anymore,” I reply, eyes closing again.

“Shut up,” Indigo retorts. At the same moment, mama walks in. “Good set, Desire. You still owe me an extra one, but right now, you’ve got a private dance. Room 7.”

With a quick nod, I stand to my feet. I already have a feeling as to who it is and I’m unsurprised when I enter room 7 and see Shuri already seated on the couch at the back of the room. She stands when she notices my presence and it catches me off guard.

“Sit. You actually need to be sitting for this, at least in order for me to do my job correctly.”

My voice seems to have her hushed, but she sits as told. “I, um. You don’t have to dance for me. I just wanted your time. I’ll pay, of course, more than what you’re asking, but something about you all night has just been captivating.”

Captivating comes out breathy and I’m at a loss for words at hers. “You wanna pay me to spend time with you?

She’s nervous when her head bobs with her bottom lip pulled into her mouth, biting hard. “If that’s okay, of course,” she stumbles. “I-I don’t want to insult your work, the taste I got out there was pretty fantastic, but something is calling me to just get to know you.”

There’s a heat in my cheeks and a fury in my stomach. “Yeah, yeah, Shuri. We can talk.”

I sit next to the nervous girl and face her. She’s really cute when she’s fumbling around like this. And she’s fumbling over me. Shuri speaks first, “So you work as a stri-a dancer? And a waitress?”

“You don’t have to be afraid to say stripper. That’s what I am. Yeah, I work both. Waitress from 3 pm to 8 pm, stripping from 8:15 pm to 3 am. Class in between.”

Her eyebrows crinkle as her face frowns. “Class? So you’re a student?”

“Mhm. I go to NYU.”

“What is your major?” she rattles off.

“African-American Studies. Minoring in Dramatic Writing.”

Those eyebrows jump back to the top at her face, impressed, but they return to their scowl.

“How are you managing two jobs and being a full-time college student,” she asks, clearly concerned.

I allow myself to shrug. “I’m dedicated to it.”

“You definitely are.”

Shuri’s hand reaches across the couch, inching towards mine, but too nervous to grab hold.

I beat her to the action, placing her hand in my own and scooting closer. “Do I get to ask you questions now?”

A grimace passes over her face so quickly, I think I imagine it. “I suppose so.”

“Your accent tells me you’re not from New York. Somewhere in Africa, I’m guessing?” She nods a confirmation. “Where?”

“Wakanda,” she returns, and suddenly I put two and two together.

With a quick release of her hand, I jump to my feet, forgetting the death traps I was standing on. My ankle rolls underneath me and my body descends, but just as I’m expecting it to come in contact with the hard floor, I instead feel an arm wrap around my waist, steadying my fall.

When I look up at my rescuer, I’m utterly speechless. “You’re Princess Shuri,” I whisper-shout. Shuri’s eyes aren’t on mine, instead trained on something a bit lower that’s got her mouth opening and closing and tripping over her words.

Meeting her gaze, I notice my breasts exposed, the fabric of my leotard having shifted during my tumble. Hurriedly, I pull the black band back down, arms quick to cross my chest. “Shit, Your Majesty, I’m so, so sorry. This is so indecent,” I glance around, desperately searching for something to use as a cover-up.

Shuri picks up on my actions, unbuttoning and removing her blazer and placing it around my naked body. “No, no it is okay. Please, drop the ‘your majesty’. You called me Shuri before.”

“That was before I realized I was talking to royalty. I’m so sorry."

The Princess's eyes were desperate, begging me to return things to how they were before. I look around before sitting on the couch again.

“You sure just Shuri is okay? I don’t want to be rude…”

She drops to her knees in front of me and takes my feet in her hands, beginning to unlace the damned shoes from them.

“Just Shuri was okay before; it’s more than okay now.”

Her words sink in. “Okay, Shuri. Why are you in New York?”

A small smile returns to her pretty face. “Just some business with the Avengers.”

Wow, I really had the Princess of Wakanda, the Black Panther, a freaking Avenger, seated at my feet instead of me bowing at hers. Once she’s removed the footwear, Shuri takes my sore and bruised foot in her hand and begins to dig her digits into them. “I hope I am not being too forward. I hate seeing anyone in pain.”

“No worries,” is the last thing that leaves my mouth before she interrupts me again.

“Desire is a fitting name for you.”

“What? Why do you say that?” I’m interested in her words.

“You have this energy surrounding you. It’s been pulling me in all night. I barely even know you, yet I’m craving you. I desire you.”

“Oh,” I gasp, flattered beyond belief. My stomach is turning, my attraction for the royal at its peak.

“Well, I-I didn’t choose the name. Indigo chose it for me.”

“Indigo? Do you have a girlfriend?” Her hands drop, ready to friendzone herself before I even answer.

“No, God, no,” I laugh at the idea. “Indigo is another dancer here. She’s my best friend.”

She grins like a Cheshire cat. “Good.”

“Good?” I ask. “Why good?”

“Because I don’t want to have to compete with someone for your heart.”

“My heart?” her words are hypnotizing, pulling me in and holding me tight. “You want my heart?”

“No, y/n. I desire it.”

Masterlist

#black panther smut #smut #shuri x oc #shuriri #shuri x reader #riri x oc #riri williams x reader #riri #riri x reader #blackgirlmagic #blackpanther2 #blackpantherwakandaforever #black panther #letitia wright x reader #riri williams #riri x shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x riri #long reads #letitia wright #letitia wright shuri #shurixstripper #shuri black panther #black authors #mature only #original character #original story #quintessencewrites #queen shuri #shuri

[stewblog]

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

It’s possible we’ll never see another blockbuster movie quite like Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.

Comic book movie sequels are a dime a dozen anymore, and there’s a lot about this movie that feels familiar. But the circumstances which inspired (necessitated?) this film, and the way those circumstances simultaneously affect the film’s characters and respective actors, results in something that is unique and heart-wrenching and even beautiful in its own way.

Chadwick Boseman wasn’t supposed to die. He deserved to be around for decades delivering scores of performances that would only surpass the already superlative work he’d built over a relatively short amount of time. And even though he’d managed to film 10 movies after his colon cancer diagnosis (including every appearance of T’Challa/Black Panther), it was not meant to be. Boseman’s light was no more. Some might consider it crass to immediately wonder what would become of T’Challa, but Boseman’s performance and presence was so indelible that it was hard not to.

Would they recast? Should they? One gets the sense that writer/director Ryan Coogler found the idea too painful, especially within such close proximity to Boseman’s passing. Instead, he chose to let his art reflect his reality. It’s normal for filmmakers and actors to allow their lived experiences to shape and inspire their work. But to have a film where the grief of the characters is a direct mirror to the grief of the actors, and to use their artistic medium as a way to process that grief almost in real time, feels unlike anything I’ve seen. Wakanda Forever is remarkable in its emotional honesty and serves as both a look at the ways we process grief while also delivering a pretty cracking good (albeit somewhat messy) comic book movie.

The film’s cold open is the death of T’Challa. His sister, Shuri (Letitia Wright), is frantically working to find a cure for the unnamed disease destroying her brother’s body. She is unsuccessful. A year passes and Wakanda is still without a king or a Black Panther, all while Queen Ramonda (Angela Bassett) must fend off a multitude of nations demanding she share access to the wealth of Vibranium inside Wakanda’s borders.

Things are complicated even further when a heretofore unknown nation attacks a United States expedition to try and find Virbanium on the ocean floor. Led by Namor (Tenoch Huerta), the Talokans see this expedition as a threat to their sovereignty and demand Wakanda hand over the scientist responsible for inventing a Vibranium-detecting device or else. The problem? That scientist is only a 19-year-old girl. Granted, Riri Williams (Dominique Thorne) has a genius-level intellect (she’s building an Iron Man-inspired suit in her spare time), but Shuri and Ramonda aren’t about to just let some water-breathing weirdo with wings on his feet take her to depths unknown. Things, obviously, only escalate from there with a small-scale war eventually breaking out on the high seas.

Wakanda Forever can be a rousing movie when it’s firing on all cylinders. Letitia Wright provides a tremendous emotional anchor to the film and this is as much about Shuri learning to channel her passion and anger and grief so that she can become the leader and hero her country and family needs. It’s substantial, complex and Wright knocks it out of the park. If the future of Black Panther now rests on her shoulders, Coogler made the right call.

Likewise, Angela Bassett is superb and low-key my favorite aspect of the whole affair. By necessity her character is pushed more to the front of things and Bassett is wonderful at every turn. Ramonda, as she so vehemently reminds us, has lost everyone she loves and yet still finds depths of strength and resolve to mine. Bassett conveys this effortlessly.

The biggest treat of the film, though, is the discovery of Tenoch Huerta at Namor. It’s not terribly often that I look at a performance of an otherwise unknown actor and think, “They’re gonna be huge.” But with Huerta it’s almost impossible not to. Namor has always been one of the more (pardon the water pun) fluid Marvel characters, rarely taking sides and mostly doing only that which benefits his own kingdom regardless of who he ends up fighting. That remains the same here, but Huerta’s performance adds a layer of humanity to Namor that is much-needed. Namor can be incredibly intimidating on-screen (no easy feat for a character who uses tiny flappy ankle wings to fly around wearing a green Speedo), but Huerta’s performance is packed to the gills with a perfect mix of charm and quiet authority. It’s as memorable and meaningful a debut as we’ve had for a new character in the MCU in a while.

It’s a shame that the film’s other new character doesn’t fare as well, especially considering her centrality to the story. I have no real experience with Riri Williams outside this film, so she was something of a blank slate for me going in. Thorne certainly does her best, but there’s just very little for the character to do other than just, sort of, be around. Sure, she puts her mechanical genius to good use when there’s an action scene afoot, but there’s basically no reason for her to be here or for the movie to go out of its way to introduce her to begin with. I get that Marvel wanted her to show up so they wouldn’t have to go through an elongated introduction for her upcoming Disney+ show, Ironheart, but swerving out of the way to bring her in only serves to bloat a movie with an already unwieldy runtime of nearly three hours. There’s no reason Shuri couldn’t have been the one to have invented the Vibranium detector, etc.

The film’s other source of bloat is Everett Ross (Martin Freeman). At least Riri has a central role to play. Ross mostly just shows up at crime scenes after the fact and says stuff. You could cut 99 percent of his appearance and it wouldn’t affect the movie one single bit. Mostly he seems to be in here to remind people that Julia Louis-Dreyfus is still around as Valentina (who likely won’t show up again until the Thunderbolts movie in 2024).

But even when the film doesn’t cohere like it should or it loses focus for a bit, what always shines through is its heart. This is a deeply human, emotionally-driven film to a degree that you rarely get in blockbuster movie-making, and for that alone I’m grateful it exists as it does.

#black panther #wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #tenoch huerta #letitia wright

[revengemode]

Quick Wakanda Forever review! Spoilers.

Good:

- Chadwick’s passing was handled (for lack of a better word) with care and love.

- The plot: Coming from where I come from, seeing that at the center of Wakanda Forever was the story of two oppressed people fighting one another instead of their oppressor made the movie feel grounded (and I hate that word because its been abused but its a perfect fit in this instance).

- Namor is a compelling villain (arguably the best I’ve seen in the MCU). I love that they took their time with his backstory. You understand the grief turning into rage, it feels real. It was tough not to think about Killmonger when you see him. Unlike MBJ tough, Tenoch’s performance was believable. He was charming but in a “look don’t touch” type of way. The entrance scene was insane.

- Powerful performance by Angela Bassett. The two that stands out is her as the Queen in front of the “allies” (French, US ,…) and then her as a mother where she strips Okoye of her identity (being a Dora Milaje is not a job, its who Okoye is).

- Riri Williams added some much needed levity to the movie. I wish there was enough time for us to see more of Wakanda through her eyes.

- Winston Duke understood the assignment with M’Baku. “You bald headed demon” lives in my head rent free.

- Score (Alone by Burna Boy was a perfect fit for Shuri and the Dora Milaje battle chant is goated)

- Costume Design (it was great in the first one but even better in WF)

- Set Design (Wish we saw more of Wakanda and Talokan)

Bad:

- The cinematography, especially at night and in Talokan, was bad.

- Shuri’s arch. I love Letitia Wright and I think she did a really good job with the material she was given. However, Shuri was lacking. T’Challa’s death left a huge hole in this movie and it was always going to be a tall order to try to fill that hole. I just don’t feel like they gave Shuri/Letitia enough to step up to the plate. I feel like the movie only scratched the surface on certain parts that could have been more fleshed out when it comes to Shuri. I’ll watch WF a second time in the next week or so to break down how I feel about it.

- The third act was underwhelming. It ties into my issue with Shuri. I’ll revisit this point after my second watch.

- The Queen passing felt quite underwhelming especially after the first act being focused on T’Challa passing. I understand why she had to die (it shows the lengths Namor was willing to go to protect his people) but I was out of tears by then.

- I barely noticed Lupita throughout this movie and that says a lot because she is a phenomenal actress.

- Not a fan of the Iron heart suit.

- The accents (sorry I’m African and those will always bother me. They have gotten better)

#Wakanda Forever #Review #Spoilers

[sandythereadingcafe]

COVER REVEAL

Title: The Surrogate

Author: Penelope Ward: Author

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Tropes: Age Gap/Widower/Found Family

Forbidden/Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Photographer: Constantin Papakonstantinou

Model: Valentin Leonard

Release Date: February 26, 2024

BLURB

From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward comes a new, STANDALONE novel...

ABBY:

I'm falling for the father of the baby I'm carrying.

The problem is: it's not my baby.

And the broody widower is not looking for a long-term partner.

As a surrogate, the deal was that I'd only be in England long enough to give birth.

At first, the man seemed as pretentious as his name: Sigmund Benedictus.

He and I butted heads.

Sig challenged my intentions, accused me of just wanting to do this for the money.

Gradually, he learned to trust me.

He even became protective.

Over time, our heated animosity turned into fiery chemistry.

I was falling in love with him.

But my time here had a limit.

I needed to protect my heart from the devastatingly gorgeous older man who'd end up breaking it.

SIG:

When my in-laws told me they wanted to use my dead wife's eggs to conceive a grandchild, I wasn't immediately on board.

They swore that on her deathbed Britney told them it was what she wanted—but only if I fathered the baby. Her parents insisted they would be the ones to raise it.

Against my better judgment, I agreed.

I vowed to keep my heart out of it, though.

I'd continue to pretend it wasn't happening and live the empty, single life I'd become accustomed to the past five years since Britney died.

And despite the fact that a certain younger American named Abby Knickerbocker had awakened things inside me that I thought were long dead...

I most certainly wouldn't fall in love with the surrogate.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/205582388-the-surrogate

PRE-ORDER LINKS

Amazon US SPECIAL EDITION: https://amzn.to/3OiEYvy

Apple Books: https://apple.co/3U28GIX

#books #cover reveals #The Surrogate #Penelope Ward

[kellysbookblog]

COVER REVEAL Title: Thorne Princess Author: L.J. Shen Genre: Contemporary Romance Tropes: Enemies to Lovers/Bodyguard Romance Girl Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs Crown Cover Design: Emily Wittig Release Date: January 12, 2023

BLURB An addictive standalone about a Hollywood princess who is desperate to self-destruct…and the grumpy bodyguard who saves her. I landed in hot water with the tabloids one too many times. What can I say? My nipple wanted to come out and say hi to the paparazzi. After that, my father presented me with an ultimatum—either he cuts off the gravy train and stops paying for my lavish lifestyle or I agree to have a live-in bodyguard. And by bodyguard, I mean a sexy, formidable, out-of-this-world babysitter who just happens to be good at breaking spines. Ransom Lockwood, ladies and gentlemen. Now he is forcing me to try all kinds of weird stuff. Stop partying, clean up my act, get a job… A part of me wants to tell him to get lost. I’m past saving. But the other part? The other part wants to save him. GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/64395170-thorne-princess PRE-ORDER LINKS US: https://amzn.to/3IfPm4O UK: https://amzn.to/3jzaIjA CA: https://amzn.to/3WQHg6K AU: https://amzn.to/3vmEhY5 AUTHOR BIO L.J. Shen is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, Washington Post, and #1 Amazon bestselling author of contemporary, new adult, and young adult romance. Her books have been sold in twenty different countries, and she hopes to visit all of them. She lives in Florida with her husband, three rowdy sons, and rowdier pets and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows, and reading to her heart’s content. AUTHOR LINKS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorljshen TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@authorljshen Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorljshen Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/813953952051284 Website: https://www.authorljshen.com Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/l-j-shen Newsletter: https://bit.ly/3LhsIrb