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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐔𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮

“𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴—“

Inspo: Stormzy - Need You

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!Male!reader

Summary: The feelings were reciprocle despite being on opposite teams...

Warning: Angst, sexual tension, “Queen” kink, and smut.

Words: 2812

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

The underground club was booming with music and people. Strobe lights dance across the bustling dance floor and warm candle lights lit small VIP sections where people were conducting business. Music blasted through the speakers, making such business hard to be easily done. It screamed illegal and unknown to most of the populace of London, but there was a reason for that.

So, as Shuri approached the balcony overlooking the dance floor, she sighed. “I hate coming here,” she murmured, eyes carefully scanning the crowd. Hoping to not spot the entire reason she was here and could continue her mission. She knew where this night would go with she found her informant, and she had bigger things going on.

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself, Shur,” Okoye’s voice filled her ear from the earpiece the former Dora Milaje leader wore as well. “We both know you enjoy his company. No shame in admitting it.” It was teasing, nothing more than that. But if Okoye knew how true her statement was, she might’ve reprimanded the Black Panther. After all, the unspoken person was their enemy as much as their ally.

“If you spot him, tell me,” Shuri stated. “I’ll do the talking-”

“Won’t have to look far, ladies,” a new masculine and husky voice filled the comms. An irritatingly sexy voice that made Shuri exhale shakily. “Go through the door on the second floor right beside the bar. I’ll be waiting.” A hint of a smirk could be found in the voice and Shuri couldn’t wait to wipe it off the person’s face.

“Was that Y/n?” Okoye inquired, approaching Shuri who had an irritated look on her face.

“Yes, it was,” Shuri responded. “Must’ve gotten his hands on some of our technology from a deal.”

“Well, we might want to deal with that after we ask him a few questions,” Okoye stated before motioning Shuri to follow. They passed through the door that opened on their own you had mentioned, entering a much calmer and brighter room. Warm lights hung from the ceiling with banners of each country hanging from the large beams holding the second floor the two were stood on. Below, poker tables were scattered across the room with even dodgier business deals being conducted. People willingly show briefcases of cash and weapons that were clearly not on the streets.

Shuri couldn’t understand if she hated this place because this was the type of stuff that went on. Or if it was just because of you. You were one of Shuri’s weaknesses. A businessman with the ability to create chaos with the snap of your fingers. You were alluring from your smile to the tips of your fingers that were calloused, but incredibly smooth against Shuri’s body. She hated that your almond skin tone felt under her hands when she was above you. How it felt against hers with a wicked smirk on your face. Or way you spoke able to pull her in tightly and never let her go. In short, you were a thorn in her side that she couldn’t seem to get rid of.

“The Black Panther finally arrives in my club.” The sound of your voice behind Shuri made her body rise with goosebumps. Inhaling sharply as your large hand rested on the bottom of her back, right above the curve of her ass. “It’s a pleasure, my queen.” If that wasn’t enough to make Shuri’s body tremble, she wasn’t sure what else you were cooking up.

But she shook the growing salacious thoughts in her head and turned to you. Finding you smiling down at her, an amused glint in your eyes that was annoyingly adorable. Your tall frame having trouble being contained by the grey two-piece suit you wore. A matching vest beneath that held a vibranium chain with a pocket watch attached. “We came here for information, Y/n.”

You raised a brow, glancing at Okoye who held a small metal stick before your gaze fell back to Shuri. “Yet, you had Okoye come here with a spear?” You inquired. “In my club? I think I need to remind you that your brother, Okoye, and Nakia destroyed my other club.” You pointed with a smirk on your lips, but it wasn’t amusement and Shuri could tell. She’d seen it many times on the rare occasions she found you beating a man, holding the same smirk as you asked whoever a question.

“That was because Ulysses Klaue was dealing vibranium and we needed to capture him,” Okoye spoke up. “Now, remove your hand from the queen.” Her tone was stern and commanding, which you liked.

Instead of doing what the woman asked, you looked to Shuri. “Now what is it you’d like to talk about, Panther?” You inquired curiously, capturing Shuri’s gaze. “Should we talk somewhere in private? I can think of a few-”

As you stepped closer, a suggestive smile on your lips, Shuri placed a hand against your chest, stopping you. You looked down at her small hand, eyes flickering up to find her holding her breath. If it was only the two of you right now, you might’ve just captured her lips right there and then. Having become addicted to the woman over the past few months of not seeing her. Although, you couldn’t blame her when she had bigger problems going on in her life. Yet, you wanted her to be selfish and join you for a couple of nights with no distractions.

Chuckling softly, you nodded and stepped back and looked between the women. “Well, if you’d like to follow me, we can talk in private.” You lead the pair along the second floor towards a set of doors near the other end of the room. Each was a private room for more classified business dealings that weren’t meant for wandering eyes to see.

Entering one of the said rooms, a table was in the centre with a leather seat behind that. It curved with two sets of tables on either end. The only source of lighting comes from the circular table in the centre beneath the glass.

Sitting down, you adjusted your suit with one of your men shutting the door as the two Wakandans sat on the opposite end of the seat. Crossing one of your legs over the other and letting one of your arms rest on the top of the leather seat. “What would you like to know?” You asked, looking between the pair.

“There has been news of vibranium on the streets in South London,” Shuri stated. “Who better knows about vibranium in London but you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to flatter me to win my heart, Shuri,” you teased. “You already have.”

Shuri pursed her lips, battling the smile that wanted to appear. You were arrogant, a pain in the ass that managed to have her feel light-headed just by the thought of you. Yet, no one knew of you two and the hookups the pair of you have had. Okoye would likely put her in a headlock and reprimand her for such foolishness.

You were the bad guy. But Shuri couldn’t get enough of you.

“But, yes. I have heard about the recent news of the vibranium you seek,” you sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. “Originally, I was planning on taking it for myself if you didn’t show up.”

“Oh, he’s a model citizen, Shuri,” Okoye mocked. “If only he carried that for his line of business.”

You laughed softly, typing in your phone before handing it over to Shuri. “I am only like this for the queen, Okoye.”

Shuri saw the map you had pulled up with multiple red dots all over South London. I.D.’s of men who she guessed were responsible for the recent dealings of the vibranium. “Are these all the spots where the vibranium is?” She asked, looking up at you.

“Oh, god no!” You laughed, pointing towards the phone. “Those are the holding hideouts that the group has that could possibly be hiding the vibranium. So, you’re going to have a long night ahead of you.”

“Did you do that on purpose?” Shuri asked, a hint of a smile on her lips. One that you had missed dearly over the loss of time.

You shrugged with a smirk. “Maybe, maybe not,” you answered anonymously. “Maybe I wanted to keep you in London a bit longer than usual. Maybe share a drink or do.”

“That had been your goal exactly,” Shuri thought as she stood to her feet, Okoye following suit. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“Oh, of course, my queen,” you said smoothly, hoping the nickname would rub off on Shuri, which seemed like it was judging by the fact she couldn’t meet your gaze.

But right before they exited the room, Shuri looked back at you lighting a cigar. “What were you planning on doing if you got the vibranium?”

After lighting the cigar, you looked up at her with hooded eyes. Her body heated up when you looked up and down her figure with a pang of hunger found in your gaze. But you met her gaze and leaned back into the seating with a sigh. “Would’ve held onto it until you came looking,” you said softly. “Was hoping we could make up on some lost time together.”

Shuri swallowed the lump in her throat as you stood to your feet, your dress shoes clicking with each step before you were mere inches from her. That familiar musk and heat invading her sense, making her salivate to have you closer. She needed your closer, now. But when you leaned down, getting right in her face with your lips half an inch from hers, you smiled. “You know where to find me, my queen.” You raised your wrist, showing the stolen kimoyo beads with a wink.

The Black Panther stared at you for a moment, eyes flickering down to your lips. God, why did you have to be so addicting? But right before she was ready to clear the distance, you stood to your full height and smiled. “You might want to get started on that search,” you stated. “Who knows, maybe you can figure out a way to cut down the search, you know? Narrow it down.” Your suggestion stuck to the inside of Shuri’s head as she quickly left, already trying to think of the possible ways to do so.

She needed to. She had somewhere to be and that was your bed.

Shuri threw her head back, body rocking as she rode your cock. Hands holding yours that rested on her sides, helping guide her slowly. You stared up at the woman, completely enthralled by her naked, fit figure above yours. No matter how many nights you two spent together, you would always admire the woman. How couldn’t you?

Her hands fell to your chest, nails digging into your flesh as you sat up, your arm wrapping around her waist whilst your other hand held her face. Gently kissing her as she bounced on your cock. Moaning against your lips as your tongue forcefully past her lips and explored freely.

You had missed this dearly. Shuri’s warm touch, her lips, her moans, her. You’d missed her entirely and feeling her now was like a drug. A shot of adrenaline to your bloodstream as you strove to make this night carry on as long as you could. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were scared to let her go because what if she never returned? What if you were left to only think about these moments? Think about how her body curved with each thrust. Think about the quiet pleas that fell from her lips. It made you sick to think about it, so you hung onto her for dear life. Never wanting to let go.

“So gorgeous,” you whispered against her lips, swallowing her pants as her nails dug into your back. Your guys’ eyes shared the same lustful dilating look that only made the experience more passionate. “Don’t leave me. Don’t ever leave me, my queen.”

The use of the special title made a gush of arousal pool between Shuri’s thighs. Leave it to you to make such a royal title become a kink of hers. You and your hot husky voice.

Shuri placed a hand on your shoulder and the other on one of your knees, holding herself up as she bucked her hips. Eyes rolling back with a cry. Her walls clenched around your cock, creating a deep guttural groan to rise in your throat. Fingers tensing on her sides likely creating bruises, yet Shuri didn’t care. Not when she was so full that her mind was melting.

Her breathing was choked and her heart was pounding in her ears. Barely holding onto the last bit of her consciousness as your cock pumped the sweet spot in her cunt. Chest rising falling rapidly as that almost forgotten bundle of nerves built in the pit of her stomach. She was trying to focus on your eyes that never left her face, soaking up each twist and turn of her expression. But with how deep you were inside her, how your cock pulsed inside of her, she was losing her mind. Every thought and feeling is devoted to where the two of you became one.

Noticing her breathing, you were to bring a hand now and thumb at her clit. The calloused pad of your thumb only intensified the build-up in Shuri’s stomach. Both her hands grabbed the back of your neck, holding on for dear life as she cried, “D-Don’t stop!” Her nails digging into the nape of your neck as she looked at you sternly. “Give your queen the pleasure she deserves.”

You worked at her clit, licking your thumb and continuing. Feeling your own release approaching by the causing of her walls repeatedly clenching and squeezing your cock. Your eyes began to flutter shut with a moan as Shuri bucked her hips. You leant forward, lips attaching to one of her pebbled nipples and sucking. One of her hands goes up to keep your head in place, nails digging into your scalp aggressively. Moaning at the feeling of your tongue flicking over the tit with your mouth sucking and nipping at the mound of flesh. Your warm breath only made the goosebumps intensify the climax that quickly approached.

Her body trembled in your hold with her hips bucking faster and faster before she tensed. A sob fell from her lips, cursing into the air of your bedroom with her legs attempting to clamp shut. You, on the other hand, feeling her walls clamp around your cock, came and groaned. Arms wrapped around her body as you kept your face in the center of her chest. Hips thrusting upwards with aftershocks as Shuri’s body twitched, face stuffed in your hair, panting and whining quietly.

The both of you stayed in that position for a moment, trying to catch up to the present with the euphoric releases clouding your minds. But when you did, you pulled away and looked up at Shuri. Her eyes were hooded, not able to hide the clear evidence of exhaustion if the sweat that ran down her body wasn’t enough to show that. Yet, despite the sight of her dishevelled appearance, she looked breathtaking. Nothing would ever change how you saw her.

“I love you, Shuri,” you confessed in a quiet breath. “I know you might not feel the same and I won’t blame you for leaving right after I’m done talking. But these months of you being gone, I’ve been dying to tell you. I wish I could’ve been there for when Namor attacked and for when T’Challa passed.” You licked your lips, hands coming up to hold her face softly. “I wish I was there for you.”

Shuri stared down at you softly, eyes glistening with tears. She had to admit, the time lost between the two of you had been unbearable. But she hadn’t just wanted sex during the mourning process. She needed something to take her mind off the people she lost. You were able to provide a carefree atmosphere when you weren’t working. Able to be loving despite the terrible things you did. You had a soft spot for her and she wished she had you around during that time.

But now, by accepting the deaths of her mother and brother, she could have you, fully. Not just use you for sex like she once had. She wasn’t the queen of Wakanda, she was the Black Panther. The protector of her country, but the whole world. A lot of responsibility, but she needed something to come home to, and who better than you?

Holding your hands on her face, she leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your lips. Her lips curved into a smile as she said, “You can be here now.”

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braidpoll · 8 months

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ROUND 3 PART 3

#shuri #shuri marvel #shuri bp #shuri black panther #black panther #marvel #abigail lincoln #numbuh 5 #abigail knd #codename: kids next door #codename knd #codename kids next door #knd #cknd #c:knd #braid poll #braidpoll #round 3 part 3

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quotidian-oblivion · 2 years

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THE OFFICE [After binge-watching the entire show of The Office in a week] Dick: Wow. All that knowledge. Peter: We should somehow put it to good use. Shuri: Agreed. Wally: *Aggressively nodding while googling for Schrute Farms reservations* [Later] Bruce Banner: Have... have the kids been acting weird lately? Hawkeye: They're always weird. Captain America: I think he means weirder than usual. You did mean that right? Cuz I agree. Just yesterday I cracked a joke about Chemistry at modern school and Peter just sighed, shook his head and stared into empty space. Black Widow: A couple days ago, to literally anything I said, Robin followed it with "That's what she said"! Bruce Banner: No way! That's what's been happening to me! I couldn't say anything at all, like, "Some metals explode when in contact with water" without either Shuri following it with "That's what she said" or all four of them staring into space. Hawkeye: Pretty sure all four of them burst into tears at one point. Black Widow: Pretty sure that wasn't after Robin told Wally that he was too young to be his bestest mensch. Hawkeye: Ah yes. I remember. [Flash and Iron Man enter the meeting room, slurping slushies] Iron Man: 'Sup guys. What's been happening? Just binge-watched the entirety of The Office in just an hour with my pal Flashy here. He's got some sick powers. Flash: Yeah. It's crazy that you guys don't have The Office in your universe. How do you live? [Meanwhile] Wally: GUYS! I FINALLY FOUND A SCHRUTE FARMS IN PETER AND SHURI'S UNIVERSE WHICH MEAKES NO SENSE WHATSOEVER BUT WE'RE HEADING THERE RIG HT NOW PACK YOUR FRIGGIN' BAGS WE GONNA BE LIVING THE R U S T I C LIFE!

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gfmaximoff · 8 months

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

#avengers #incorrect mcu quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #avengers incorrect quotes #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #shuri #shuri x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate x yelena #gfmaximoff #bishova

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ayo-edebiri · 1 year

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#Despite everything, they didn’t kill him

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heejayy · 5 months

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Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

#I love and support all of you! 🥰#black reader #x black reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x poc!reader #enhypen x black reader #Harry Potter x black reader #twilight x black reader #aot x black reader #ask heejayy #shuri x black!fem reader #marvel imagine #anime imagines #gojo x black reader #kpop x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #heejayys thoughts 💭#heejayys opinions #anime

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mdmcduff · 1 year

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“the world has taken too much from you for you to be considered a child”

M’BAKU STEPPING INTO A BIG BROTHER ROLE, HOW DARE RYAN COOGLER AND WINSTON DUKE DO THIS TO ME

#winston duke #mbaku #m’baku #ryan coogler #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #princess shuri #shuri #marvel phase four #marvel phase 4 #marvel mcu #marvel #chadwickforever

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bruisedbabe · 2 years

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“[…]. «You pulled me out of the river...» Steve whispers, still amazed albeit after so many months «... why?» Because I can no longer hate you. Bucky seems sincerely lost when «I don't know» he whispers back in a shrug. But Steve «yes, you do» replies and, as he’s about to pull his body into a hug, the police break into the apartment, forcing them to escape. Steve has never been so afraid of a fight like he is today, where he finds himself chasing the Black Panther that chases Bucky, also hunted by the Bucharest police and the Hydra. A lot of things could go wrong, and Steve absolutely fears the moment when there will be a bullet, just one, too much in that fight and it’s gonna stick itself in Bucky's body. But Bucky, Steve realizes as he looks at him fighting, isn’t inexperienced. He knows how to look after himself. But this doesn’t mean that he can’t have one of his episodes, lose his mind and disappear forever. And perhaps it would have been better: if Bucky had disappeared, Steve would have even climbed on top of the world to go and bring him back... but now, all of them caught as outlaws by Rhodes... Steve is experiencing fear yet one more time. The cops deal with Bucky as if he were the most dangerous criminal, they force him to the ground to cuff him, they carry him into an armored van all the way to Berlin, chained down by inexpugnable straps, looked after, and then there’s T'challa, who Steve knows that will never stop until he pokes Bucky's body with his damned claws. And then there's Bucky. Fleeing his gaze. Who, when their eyes finally meet, tries not to lose his poker face. But the truth is that he must be feeling going crazy in those straps, and Steve knows. He knows. Because the straps restraining him are invisible, but he still feels going crazy at the thought of not being able to move a finger to save Bucky.”

STUCKY canon compliant but not really

This work goes all the way through the Marvel movies (The first Avenger, Winter Soldier, The Avengers: Infinity War, The Avengers: Endgame) up to a post-Endgame sort of future

Missing moments!AU

Not TFATWS compliant

Stucky!Shuri’s parents AU (kinda)

Past!Steve/Tony (kinda)

But also: past!Bucky/Steve like in slight mutual pining and love letters writing during the war

Alpine the cat mentioned

Angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff

Trigger warnings for n1ghtmares, dr1nking, depressi0n, lo$$ of l1mb, t0rture; depictions of bl00d, injurie$, vi0lence, PT$D, m0urning, lo$$ of a loved one, h0m1cide, de@th. You can find all the details in the notes, so please be careful

Reader’s discretion is advised

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unicornspwnall · 1 year

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BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤 || 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐔𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮

“𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: Stormzy - Hide & Seek

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She was your heart and soul...

Warnings: Major spoilers for Black Panther 2 and pure fluff

Words: 1048

Soft tunes of what you guessed were Stormzy played throughout the beach house. Resting just near the edge of the shore where you often fell asleep to the sounds of waves crashing. Waking up to the sound of seagulls cawing as they flew over your shared household. It was built over an entire summer with a few of the Dora Milaje and it was remote from the rest of Wakanda. A back road through the density of trees that broke upon the dirt driveway in front of the beach house and the display of the beach that was always waiting for you in the morning.

Except, this morning, you had an additional company that you were becoming more and more used to. “Baby, are we still going to that ceremony tonight?” Shuri entered the bathroom, finding you half-naked sitting on the toilet.

“Yeah, we can,” you commented tiredly. When she began to walk past, you tapped her ass, making her raise a fist. An empty threat that you humoured by recoiling, raising your arms in defence. The two of you laughed as she moved to the sink, beginning to brush her teeth.

For about two weeks Shuri had been staying at your place. Having practically moved in with her clothes overflowing in your closet. Her warmth is found every morning when you roll over. An even warmer feeling with her naked body pressed against yours under the sun that peeked through the windows. The two of you have dated since you were brought to Wakanda by T’Challa. The man has taken you under his wing after finding you tortured by Killmonger. Just some kid from London tied up, beaten, and cut to bits with only a sliver of life hanging onto him. She healed you and was kind enough to show you the rest of what Wakanda had to offer. Neither of you expected to have fallen for one other

After the snap, after T’Challa’s death, she never thought she would ever see you smile. And she didn’t know if she would smile either. But being in one another's presence made the pain subside as the two of you knew being with one another would always help relieve the stress and despair. Because when T’Challa died, both of you had your own ways of mourning. But the two of you stayed in the beach house and just held one another. Reflecting silently on the good times the two of you had with the man.

Yet, here she was, mending so perfectly into your day and the way you did things nowadays. She was happy and the Black Panther. And every time she came over wearing the suit, she would always smirk when seeing your cheeks brighten, eyes nervously rolling up her figure. For a while, you got used to being the dominant one in the relationship, but that changed in the calming months since making peace with Namor. A lot had changed with M’Baku being the king of Wakanda and Shuri not having to be the Black Panther. Leaving her with a lot of free time with you in this medium-sized beach house.

Cleaning yourself up, you stood up from the toilet and moved to the sink, playfully nudging Shuri out of the way, to only have her use more force and nearly back you fall over. “This whole strength thing is not fair,” you pointed out with a laugh, washing your hands.

Shuri scoffed in amusement. “You weren’t complaining last night-”

“Oye, shut it!” You exclaimed, arms wrapping around her, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek. It was enough for Shuri to laugh in amusement, trying to move her head away and far enough out of your reach. But with her strength, you countered with a towering, muscular figure. A perfect balance.

A smile formed on your lips as she moved around her, arms curled around her waist and your chin resting on her shoulder. The warmth of your body compelled her to lean against your firm chest. Your caramel skin has become addicting over the past few nights and she was already able to tell that when she was away from you, she was going to miss you underneath her. Her hips straddling your waist as she rolled her hips forward, hands holding your wrists above your head with a lustful smile playing on her lips-

Shuri was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a light flick on her temple. Looking into the mirror to see the amused and a rather suggestive look on your face. “Stop thinking dirty.”

“I was not thinking dirty thoughts,” she defended, mouth muffled by the toothpaste that she spat out before grabbing some water and swishing around in her mouth.

But you placed your lips right behind her ear and smirked. “Your eyes are dilated, my queen,” you whispered. “And your breathing is heavier than usual.” That made her cheeks as s he stared at you in surprise. “Oh, would you look at that? Your cheeks are red!” You laughed as the girl spat out her water and lightly elbowed you in the stomach. Yet, stayed in your grasp as the two of you stared at one another through the mirror.

Ever since you met Shuri, she had become somewhat of an angelic figure in your life. Perhaps that was because she and T’Challa saved your life, but it was more than that. Her personality, the love she gave you, and the genuine care she held towards you. And for a while, you tried to hide from her love. Mainly because of T’Challa was scary enough and you didn’t want him to kill you because you felt something for his sister. But it was also because you were scared to accept it because you felt that was where you belonged. Drowning in her love and never wanting to resurface.

“You’re my diamond.” Your words took Shuri by surprise, her lips parting as the corner of her lips tilted into a smile. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she turned in your grasp till your chests were flushed. Able to see your admiring gaze up close, igniting butterflies in her stomach as she reached up, hands cupping your face and kissing you.

“And you’re my heart and soul.”

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braidpoll · 8 months

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ROUND 3 PART 2

#shuri #shuri black panther #shuri marvel #black panther #marvel #kirari momobami #momobami kirari #kakegurui #braid poll #braidpoll #round 3 part 2

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lokibutterknife · 1 year

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Princess Shuri of Wakanda and Namor The Sub-Mariner in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022 | dir. Ryan Coogler)

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#once bitten

#blackpantheredit #marveledit #mcuedit #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #namor #tenoch huerta #dailyavengers #marvelgifs #mcu #marvel #namor x shuri #dailymarvel #marvellegends #*gif

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ayo-edebiri · 1 year

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Which way is your heart leaning? I just buried the last person who truly knew me.

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literaryavenger · 8 days

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Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

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This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely.

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him?

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat.

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on.

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways.

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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