I Need A Scotty Fic And Imma Write One Not Today, Nor Tomorrow, But Best Believe Imma Write One

I need a scotty fic and imma write one… not today, nor tomorrow, but best believe imma write one

91% Function

Paring: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical. 

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring. 

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you. 

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.” 

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.” 

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.” 

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.” 

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.” 

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?” 

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly. 

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.” 

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well. 

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her  pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” 

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“ 

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized. 

“I’m about to come, Shuri.” 

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?” 

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it. 

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge. 

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean. 

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good. 

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts. 

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business. 

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to come. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness. 

“Please let me come.” You begged as you sat up on your knees. 

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes. 

“Ride me until you come.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you. 

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder. 

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it. 

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.” 

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me come.” 

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch. 

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed. 

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it. 

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as your threw your head back and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.” 

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you. 

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.” 

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces. 

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and fucked you against the wall. 

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.  

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she pecked delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you. 

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?” 

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit. 

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted. 

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t come again.” 

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and come one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting. 

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm. 

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. 

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you. 

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment. 

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils. 

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

come to me (shuri x reader)

heyyyyy!! this is the second book i’m writing on tumblr and what did I chose? pain.

warnings: angst, tears, mental health issues, self harm (it doesn’t go too in depth, just a small remark), reader is fluent in xhosa, I think that’s all

translations: ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam?: what troubles you my love? ndicela undiyeke: please leave me alone, sithandwa sam, mandikuncede: my love, let me help you, yonke into izakulunga: everything will be alright

shuri has not left the lab in two days. two consecutive days. naturally, that worries me; my wife of four years has been cooped up in a lab for days without a little as a text. she hasn’t even come to eat breakfast. as a matter of fact, she hasn’t come down to eat at all…

I make my way down to her lab and begin knocking on the door. “shuri!” now, I know shuri isn’t a fan of being yelled at, but this was starting to be too much for me to look past. she hasn’t uttered a word to me or anyone else for far too long.

“shuri, ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam? please come out; we can talk about this!” I knew she was troubled. she only got like this when something was on her mind. we’ve talked about healthier ways of expressing emotions in a therapy session we did a while ago, and I thought she was doing pretty well in communicating with me more efficiently. I suppose i’ve been mistaken

“I just need to be alone. i’m fine,” she said softly through the door. that was not the voice of shuri when she was doing “fine.” she sounded crippled and weak. something was paining her deep within her heart; I can feel it.

“then why haven’t I seen you? you have not come to bed in 2 days shuri, I want to see you face to face,” I demanded. my heart swelled with hurt from my wife’s distance. I know she’s been through a lot, but I wanted to be there for her. “i’ll give you 30 seconds to open this door before I get Okoye to break it down. I am not joking with you ohh!”

“ndicwela undiyeke, please I don’t want to talk now,” she was crying. I can hear it in the way her voice cracks and wavers. my mouth fell slightly agape; i’ve seen shuri cry many times, and i’ve seen her at her lowest, so why was she shutting me out?

“sithandwa sam, mandikuncede! i love you more than life itself, and it pains me to see you like this. open this door, and we can talk out whatever is bothering you!” I want nothing more than for shuri to be happy. she has been through too much, yet she still keeps a brave face on for the rest of Wakanda to see. but I am not Wakanda. I am her wife. the person she should reside in when she feels too many emotions to handle on her own.

I call out, “shuri?” and am met with silence. was she ok? what was she doing in there? what is she feeling? what is she thinking? “shuri, please, you know I worry about you!” still, nothing but silence.

“shuri! I am not joking with you, please don’t let me get Okoye!” my eyebrows furrow in worry as I hear a loud thump coming from the other side of the door, as well as a quiet sob.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this for y/n. i’m so tired, and my heart aches. I can’t stop thinking about her. she’s all I see when I close my eyes, she’s watching over me, and I feel like nothing but a disappointment.” all I hear is pure grief and pain in my wife’s voice.

hearing her confession pains me as i know exactly what she is talking about. she has never talked about her mother's death, mainly concentrating on T’challa. still, there was a whole sheet of grief and pain that needed to be uncovered for shuri to heal fully.

shuri regrets her last words to her mother deeply. for bast sake, she had said them over the phone. shuri replays her words in her head constantly, constantly thinking about what she could have said differently, how stubborn she was, how selfish she was; would her mother still be alive had she just listened to what she said? shuri felt unworthy even to speak her mother's name because had shuri just listened and stopped acting like a child, her mother would be here to guide her, to love her, to tell her “yonke into izakulunga,” and that she loved her.

“shuri, open this door,” I say firmly but softly. the door cracks open, and I take that as an invitation to walk in. what I see next feels like a bullet to my chest.

shuri is on the floor curled up in a ball with fresh tears running down her face, heavy breathing, disheveled hair, and broken sobs flowing out her mouth. she has a small bruise on her left ankle, and it looks like a burn mark.

I drop down to where she sat and pull her into my chest. “oh, shuri,” is all I can say after seeing her in this state. my mind can’t manage to say anything else, and my heart is shattered. I want to tell her not to blame herself, that her mother loves her and is watching over her with pride, that everything will be ok, but for now, i sit and hold shuri in silence as she sobs against me.

WHEWWWW CHILE

i’m sorry y’all today was a bad day and I felt like writing smth short and sad.

normally I hate writing/reading sad shit so if this sucks lmk 🤭

ugh I listened to love in the dark by adele while writing this.. and I couldn’t stop crying

ugh poetic writing makes me cry

white ferrari

shuri x black!plussize!reader

content warnings : liminal space

i care for you still and i will

forever

that was my part of the deal

honest

deep down inside you knew you could never hate shuri, no matter how much you wanted to. no matter how abruptly your relationship ended, if you could call it that. you would always cherish the moment you spent with her and if she did the same wasn’t your concern.

it’s funny how you could spend your most vulnerable moments with someone, your heart, soul and mind open, the deepest layers of your being on display and then to be in the same room with them and behave as if they haven’t seen in your barest form.

but shuri was always one for appearances.

if you think about

it was over in no time

and that’s life

loving shuri was explosive. the burst of colorful fireworks in a hot night sky couldn’t compare to the flame you shared, deep and fiery. loving shuri was grounded, rooted in the cool earth and watered by mami wata, flourishing toward the sun. loving shuri’s was weightless. her touch like cool water, lifting you effortlessly and absorbing your demons, gently swaying you in an ocean of tender emotion.

but the best moments are fleeting and should be treated as such.

can’t take what been given

but we’re so okay here

we’re doing fine

primal and naked

you dreams of walls

that hold us in prison

and we’re free to roam

deep in your mind, past the confusion and pain a small piece of you hopes you meet shuri again. in another life where the baggage is lost and every breath feels like the first. where every brush of your skin feels like a shooting star, hot energy burning through the atmosphere of your nerves. a plane of land where the plants lush and the fruit plump and sweet, palm leaves blowing in the warm breeze.

where your love is free to be without inhibition.

two of my fav writers atm just reblogged my fic… idk how to act oml i’m like smiling like an idiot

as a bald headed bitch who constantly gets made fun of cause of her hair, sometimes it gets me tight. joke is overused c’mon now y’all..

this is just me but uhhhh —

i don’t find the jokes about letitia being bald funny like at all… nor the ones about eva like … black women are already so scrutinized for our hair and cutting it short is such a big deal and y’all go there first the minute this celebrity who doesn’t know you at all decides to fuck around with her friends..

and yes it’s usually other black women and ppl make the “lil bill” jokes but to me.. i just can’t read it right..