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tumblr pls stop showing me shuri and namor fics. I do not want them RESPECTFULLY!

me tryna figure out when being christian meant being a fucking bigot:

nah cause since when did being Christian mean being straight and homophobic? I’m not understanding cause im Christian and im a heavy homosexual??? (also yall do know that the bible and Gods word had been tampered with throughout history so some of the stuff in there is not completely accurate right?) So until Letitia Wright ever does reveal her sexuality ITS A MYSTERY TO US ALL 🤭

said it once on this blog and i’ll say it again, christianity ≠ bigotry

I find it rather..annoying that people are basically saying that Letitia is against the LGBTQ+ community or some dumb shit just because she sees herself as a child of god. A woman of god. Just because she has a strong relationship with god. If people had some sense, they’d understand that God knows all of his children. He knows who he created yet he still created them. He loves all of us, no matter what and the fact that people like to come at Letitia’s fan base which yes, is mostly females, trying to say “ya’ll she’s christian, she ain’t about that.” Or “christians aren’t about that LGBTQ+ shit” or even saying that Letitia is against the community…like you have to be fucking kidding me.

For one, she confirmed that she is not against the community. And two, stop trying to shut down a fanbase with dumb shit and let us do us. God damn.

shoulda been me between both of em 😒

ik u fuckin lyin…

oh.. yall were genuinely jealous and possessive over tish? to the point of sending death threats? .........

alright it was funny when y’all were telling kehlani to count her days. I was laughing with y’all.. but now we sending threats??? is this who we are? cause if so I want no part in it 😒 leave my fuckin wife alone

yo can we move on from that damn video of Tish and Lani, especially you editors? like we get it, y’all are jealous (shii me too ian gon lie 😒)

oh my god run this shit up its incredible !

[title pending.] – shuri x reader

summary: it’s your 19th birthday. the mark of the start of forever. peace, love, and acceptance. of course, reality bites you in the ass.

warnings: spoilers, smut, this follows the timeline of the movie. 

a/n: idk if the shuri fandom has died yet i hope not. this is a draft. like 14k/30k. lmk what you think. iii wanna continue writing it, from here it gets better i assure you. also, this was written completely from memory! so if stuff dont add up w/ the movie, that’s why! also also, i completely bullshitted EVERY science part. every single one. pretend it makes sense.

“Oh, it’s funny?!”

“No, it’s not.“

“Mhm, I told you!”

“You look good!”

Two sharp raps at the door catch the women’s attention. Okoye asks who it is. Before Riri gets the chance to say “None of your business”, the voice of a girl beats her to the punch.

“Riri, my bad about this but I left my computer charger, and I don’t have my key. Can you let me in?”

“Shit,” Riri cusses under her breath, lowering the fan. “It’s my roommate.”

“Y—“

“Shh,” She silences the princess with an aggravated finger over her lips. Okoye gawks in offense but regains composure when Shuri elbows her. 

Riri amplifies her voice, “Just tell me where it is and I’ll give it to you.”

“You can’t just.. open the door?”

“No! I’m.. naked-“ She huffs a short sigh, “-Girl just tell me where it is and I got you.”

A long stretch of silence ensues. With each beat that passes, Riri visually gets more and more distressed, much to the two Wakandan women’s confusion. Yet, still, they remain quiet, even when their eyes catch on the top right drawer of Riri’s desk slowly sliding out of its place.

“Fuck.”

—&—

You were 5 years old when you saw your mother die for the first time. Her torture was an anchor used against you, along with your father’s, who died permanently when you were 6. By his own hand. He hung himself.

In a small, country town named Ferie, away from normal civilization, a church resided. The families settled in Ferie were required to attend church service 5 days out of the 7, and if you didn’t you would be put on trial for the town to decide your fate. 

There was nothing more Ferie loved than going to church. Where God was cherished, but Pastor Grenne was worshiped. This tiny desert town was hell for your parents. Strict rules with no wiggle room, completely absolute, and if you were caught breaking one? The town would stone you.

You were 3 when your parents began making plans to escape. The very seed of your magic ability had just sprouted. You bit your father’s cheek and drew blood.

“Watch me, watch me! I can run faster than daddy now!”

Relieved was not the word. Or, well, not intense enough. If only.. you were a bit stronger. Older. You all could’ve gotten out successfully, under Pastor Grenne’s dirty nose. Your mother’s limbs wouldn’t have been turned in the other direction, her organs would still be in her body, and the light in her beautiful eyes would still be shining. 

How does a 5-year-old go about seeing someone so dear die in a way so gruesome? You didn’t feel relief when she came back to life, no, it was pure sorrow. You knew it would happen again. You knew the pain would continue. Death was no longer salvation, but a torture device.

Two shot glasses filled with blood are presented to you. The blood on the left is bright red, while the blood on the right is dull and murky. 

The high chair you’re sitting in is icy, sticks to your exposed skin like an ice cube fresh out the freezer. Across from you is a man under Pastor Grenne. He’s white, full ginger beard and ginger low cut, light gray button-down shirt, slacks, belt, shoes, socks. His eyes are brown. You know him as Larry.

“Happy 10th birthday. Double digits, yeah? How’s it feel kid?”

You slowly, slowly, shake your head. It’s considered disrespectful to not respond because then you’re ignoring him, and by ignoring him you’re ignoring Pastor Grenne, and by ignoring Pastor Grenne, you’re ignoring God.

“Well, here I have some blood for you. This one-“ He motions to the right glass. “-Can give you access to the mirror dimension. We could really use that.”

He motions to the left glass. “And this one grants Telekinesis. So, what’ll it be?”

Blood with abilities you already possess, Telekinesis. Your mother told you what to do in situations like these as she was washing your hair, just a few days ago. Whispering it in a language only you can understand. 

To Larry, you choose the left. He sees you grab the shot glass and down the blood in one go, sees your face twist in disgust, and nods. To the camera in the upper corner of the room, you grab the right. The camera sees you grab the shot glass and down the blood in one go, sees your face twist in disgust, and on the other side of the mirror behind Larry, a lopsided grin grows on Pastor Grenne’s wrinkled face. 

In reality, you downed both. Illusion magic, magic that came with the blood of an Asgardian. To cover your footsteps, you whisper a spell quiet enough, short enough, to be masked as a sigh. The spell will continue your trick, the eye of the beholder of the glasses will see whatever you wanted them to. If they witnessed you drinking the left glass’ blood, the right glass will still be full of real liquid, and vice versa. Conjuration magic, magic that came with the blood of a witch. 

You stop Larry when he stands from his seat.

“Can I see my mom now?” 

“..That is not up to me.”

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if it’s one thing abt me… imma avoid pure angst at all costs. don’t got the heart for it man 😞

can we please PLEASE RELAX?! Jesus with half the shit y’all say abt tish and EVA ESPECIALLY… y’all are ruinin it for the rest of us 😒

submit to me (shuriri x reader) 18+

hey 🤭 this is my first time writing on tumblr and im lowk scared.. like what do I even say in one of these authors notes things??? prolly gonna pop up every once in a while with smth for people to read idk yet tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

gotta give cred where it’s due, this is heavily inspired by @generallysapphic their works are incredible

warnings: reader and riri are subby lil whores, tribbing, lottaaaa lotta lotta sex, basically porn w/o plot, voyeurism if yew squint, maybe a lil degradation if yew squint

some translations: zithandwa zam- my loves, uthando- love, khawulezisa- hurry up

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

I have gotten no attention from my loves all day and I was starting to get angsty. swinging my legs back and forth on the desk I was sitting on, I played around with riri’s hammer that was placed on the desk and hummed a small tune.

riri walked over to me as I jumped from my place on the desk; finally, some attention. I smiled at her expectingly as she walked over, excited be with one of my girlfriends.

she walked right behind me to reach for her tool box. well damn.

as she picked up a tool from her took box she turns to shuri, “shuri catch,” she yelled, throwing a wrench from her tool box right towards shuri.

she caught the wrench with ease. “how many times do I need to tell you to stop throwing heavy objects around riri?” last time riri threw a cogwheel towards shuri without looking, she broke a prototype shuri spent hours working on… it didn’t go well for her.

“my bad baby,” she said walking back to her original spot at her desk. I watched them work with a hot feeling in my stomach. damn they look good. with shuri in nothing but a tank top and sweats, i watched her arms flex every time she used that wrench. riri had on a sports bra and shorts. i watched her perfectly pierced nipples on display through the bra as thoughts of my lips attached to them racked through my mind

I could feel myself getting more fidgety as i watched their bodies move and work away at whatever they were building. at this point, anything was better than sitting and watching them work themselves to death in this damn lab. an idea popped into my mind and I fake a yawn best I can, throwing my hands above my head and stretching. my slightly cropped shirt lifted and a small portion of my midriff became exposed as riri watched me, eyes drifting.

just what I wanted

“you good?” she questioned. she looked me up and down and she could tell how bored I was just by looking into my eyes. “we’ll be there in a minute just wait a little longer baby.”

“nah i’m tryna take a nap… i’ll be back in a minute,” I said, looking and riri with a certain look. she immediately caught on to what I meant by “nap” and bit her lip.

“um yeah shuri I think imma go too. we been working since 7am and i’m tired as hell,” she said, only half meaning it. yeah she was tired, but not tired as in “I wanna sleep” tired. tired as in “i’m tired of working and wanna mess around” tired.

“you two go ahead, i’ll be there for diner.” shuri gave riri a kiss on the forehead and walked over to me to hug me. “get some rest, zithandwa zam.”

“haaah fuck please please please,” I whined and writhed all over the place. riri’s clit rubbing against mine having too big of an effect on my orgasm. “please don’t stop. need it need it so bad.”

“nghh im gonna cum fuck i’m gonna cum so hard ohhh my god,” riri’s eyes were glued shut as she wailed and moaned on top of me. her dripping pussy on mine like felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. and fuck the sounds she made, all whiny and high pitch. she especially got like this whenever we were tribbing, saying it was her favorite way to get off.

“please, please, please, wanna cum, fuck i wanna cum, i wanna cum all over your beautiful pussy please let me cum!” she babbled into my neck as my legs shook. fuck she’s cumming, I can feel her pussy get impossibly wetter. it drips against my folds and it’s just enough to send me over the edge.

“cumming, cumming, cumming im cumming-!” I silently screamed into riri’s chest and softly bit her nipple to quiet myself down. “ngh-! fuck fuck baby do that again please,” she begged

I softly bit her nipple again looking into her brown eyes, licking and biting softly as she moaned and squirmed in my arms. because her nipples were pierced, her sensitivity was through the roof as she arched her back, forcing her chest further into my face. I couldn’t help it as I began moving against her, wanting more friction on my clit. I knew I was overstimulating her, but god she felt so good.

“shit please baby please,” at this point I was begging just to beg. I just wanted more of her and her creamy pussy on mine. I wanted to smother myself in her chest as I sucked and nibbled on her perky nipples. fuck I could do this all day.

“wow. so I leave you two alone for 30 minutes and you’re already going at it like you’re in heat.”

fuck.

riri is quick to jump down from my lap, leaving my wet cunt exposed to shuri. “f-fuck um-“ riri panicked looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid shuri’s piercing gaze.

“shhh no need uthando. both of you, go back to what you were doing.” she tilted her head to the side and smirked in amusement. she was planning something, I could see it in the way she looked me up and down.

“please shuri-“ I whined as my breathing picked up, excited to know what she had in mind. “nope, no help from me. c’mon give me a show you two. i’ve been working so hard to protect this nation, i think I deserve a private performance.” she is vividly eyeing my fluttering cunt chuckling at it’s reaction to her presence.

me and riri are looking at her like deer in headlights, wide eyed and shocked at shuri’s request. we’ve never done anything like this before and judging by the look on riri’s face, she’s just as shocked and turned on as I am.

“khawulezisa, i don’t have all day,” she demands in a deep voice, thick with her accent, and fuck it’s so sexy. she takes off her tank top and throws it somewhere around the room, exposing her perfect torso and breasts. riri slowly climbs on top of me again and her clit slightly rubs against mine, making us both moan out.

we slowly find our rhythm again, grinding against each other with our eyes shut. there’s a new found feeling that makes me clench around nothing, knowing that shuri is watching me and riri moan and rub against each other. our chests are rubbing against each other, making riri pant even louder and heavier.

shurir stalks her way over to the bed to whisper in riri’s ear, “you like having your nipples played with like this?” as reaches between us, she’s squeezes and rubs riri’s nipples. riri moans in ecstasy, rubbing faster against me. shuri’s low voice in riri’s ear is enough to have her like a bitch in heat, grinding her pussy on me. “nngh, fuck riri slow down!” our clits gaining more friction causes a high pitch whine to escape my lips, as my eyes roll back; god this feels so good.

“haaa fuck shuri please. need you so bad, need to feel you, need to feel you deep- haah!” moans and pleads roll off my tongue like it’s nothing, begging shuri to fuck me. “poor usana, need something long and thick in this pretty pussy huh? what, riri isn’t enough anymore? she seemed like enough before I walked in here,” she says, reaching in between us to run her fingers through my folds. she rubs against me and riri, as we grind into shuri’s hand.

shuri could feel the wet spot between her draws as she watched her love’s pathetically rub against each other. she wanted nothing more than to take them right then and there, but she had to be patient and enjoy the scenery in front of her. “wanna cum usana? wanna cum for me? c’mon cum all over each other. fuck, it’s so wet I can see it. I can hear it. go on my love’s, cum for me.”

fuck that’ll do it.

riri is absolutely gone. shaking, crying of overstimulation, moaning, she was all fucked out as her thick creamy cum spilled over my pussy and shuri’s hand. my cum mixing in with hers as I bit into her neck to quiet my squeals.

“look at you two, such good girls for me yeah?” shuri’s lips connected with mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. fuck she drives me crazy as her tongue explores and licks every crevice of my mouth. she detaches from me, a string of spit keeping us together.

she turns to lean into riri, as riri completely opens her mouth for shuri, reaching her tongue out. shuri sucks on riri’s tongue, slow and sensually, letting her tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. riri whines and pinches her nipple, feeling her cunt clenched around nothing.

shuri slaps her hands away from her breasts and says “patience my love, i’ll take care of you..”

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

but we’re already rackin up some typa engagement ok I see y’all !!

maybe i’ll write more, who knows BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I GOT

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

Comfortable (scotty x blk! lesbian! reader)

this is the 3rd fic i’ve written on here… it’s fluff 🤭

ngl ts had me giggling scotty is so soft and lovable

warnings: lol nothin but fluff, reader and scotty are in their early 20s, kinda ooc scotty? idk she’s just not a stalker in this, waking up with scotty 🫶🏾

ya girl turned 20 on the 19th so pls give me birthday wishes in the comments lol🤭

scotty was the most enticing woman you’ve ever seen. long lashes relaxed as her eyes were glued shut from sleep, lips slightly open as her slow, even breathing was the only sound she made as she slept. you wanted nothing more than to attach your lips to her plump ones, but you resisted, too scared that you would startle her awake. slowly, you draped your legs over your bed, trying your best not to wake scotty out of her light sleeping ways. closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, relishing in the new day that has been blessed upon you with your lovely girlfriend.

you stood up and walked to the bright, sharp rays of sunlight coming from your window. with the windows open and the slight autumn breeze blowing your curtains, you could hear the birds chirping, people walking and talking, and the road from below you. you looked outside your shared bedroom window as you saw the liveliness outside of your apartment. a couple struck your attention; two black boys, one with pink dyed hair and the other blond. they looked young, around the age of high school students, and they were laughing heartily as their arms were draped over each other. you wondered in the back of your mind, ‘what are those two laughing about?’ you smiled lightly at the adorable sight and averted your gaze from the two, not wanting to seem like a creep.

just then, you felt a pair of hands behind you wrapped around your waist, caressing the silk of your night top. the body attached to the hands came up closer behind you, and you could feel scotty’s entire body against your back with her head in the crevice of your neck. “why’d you leave?” she asked, mumbling into your neck. she slightly pulled your body connected to hers, a small gesture to come back to bed with her.

“i never left, my love, just wanted to look out the window for a bit,” you reassured her. “it’s cold outside; don’t stand by the windows you might get sick.”

you smiled lightly as she pulled you back into bed with her. you turned around to face her front and wrapped your arms around her torso. she placed her hand on your cheek, an endearing way to comfort you and tell you she was grateful to see you this lovely morning. she leaned in impossibly closer and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. that was enough for you.

“you wanna know what I saw out there?” you asked with your lips slightly turned upwards; you knew she’d say yes. “what’d you see, love?”

“I saw the cutest little couple outside around fifteen, and they had their hair dyed cute colors too. and the way they looked at each other was adorable. like they were the only people in the world,” you stopped for a second to reminisce. you shrugged with a meek smile on your face, “I don’t know. It made me remember when we were that young.”

scotty giggled as she closed her eyes, resting her forehead on yours. “ugh, you make us sound so old,” she joked. but scotty remembered. she remembers it like it was yesterday. kissing in the girls bathroom, holding hands on the bus rides and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, scotty taking you out on little dates after school, all of it. all the moments you shared in high school were the first moments you hung up on your shared fridge the day you moved in together, courtesy of scotty’s old camera. she printed out all the photos you took together on your old dates and hung them up for both of you to see. ”yeah, I remember. of course, I remember. but we’re not that far off you know? I still look at you like you’re the only girl in the world,” and to scotty, you really were.

you leaned into scotty, capturing her lips with yours as you kiss her slowly. your hands come to her face and slowly traveling to her hair, running your fingers gently through her silky hair. scotty pulls away from you breathless as she stares at you silently. she chuckled softly as nothing else needed to be said. you felt her love practically radiating off her body, and you felt it deep in your soul. a love like this was rare, but you could proudly say that scotty was yours. she chose you from the very day she laid eyes on you, and you knew it because you chose her too.

YAYYYYY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I added the two lil gay boys, NOT TO BE CREEPY, but I just love seeing black love ESPECIALLY black GAY love, which is why reader is black

I love seeing people in love, and I love being able to experience love

I ❤️ LOVE

lol thanks for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾