#ujima

atieno always did appreciate the chance to kiss t'challa.

being around him, being able to share room, conversations thoughts - being able to be so honest about the nature of them existing for how long they have already. how long they will have.. and how they notice things as a result, it has made for a deep connection that they didn't take lightly.

which is why they are certainly glad for these kisses, for the chances to press their lips against his, to lay their arms on his shoulders.. to lean into the feeling of an embrace that feels so familiar, so delightful.. and resonates with them so deeply.

it's these embraces, these moments of warmth, comfort and care that atieno can't help but dwell among - letting these times of connections hit so deeply that they could submerge all impacted within it for a little while.

and that wouldn't be such a bad thing? to have to focus on this - nothing but this for a little while?

       𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀        𖤐      𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀

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breathe     warm     against     lips     ,     beating     organ     beneath     flesh     &     muscle     /     rosey     flush     crept     up     neck     –––––––     ears     burning     in     ecstasy.     bodies     intertwined     behind     ivory     pillars,     hidden     from     prying     eyes     &     whispers     of     acknowledgment,     their     own     inquisitiveness     about     a     single     query     wafting     around:     where     were     t'challa     &     wanda?     the     black     panther     &     scarlet     witch.     a     secrecy     that     lingers     ,     subtle     touches     passing     by     ;     hidden     meetings     –––––––     long     yearnings     ,     songful     stares     across     any     room     that     separated     them.     to     tug     'pon     hands     ,     a     familiarity     /     warmth     melts     &     molded     into     perfection     to     follow     his     lead,     or     in     this     case     ;     him     following     the     witch.

blood     thundered     beneath     skin     ,     a     hum     of     amusement,     a     smile     –––––––     ivories     peering     through     parted     lips.     pressing     body     against     his,     arms     wrapped     around     his     neck     ,     distance     that     closed     /     proximity     in     need.     lips     met     with     one     another.     slow     &     steady.     then     a     yearning.     a     need,     tongues     fought     for     dominance     ,     a     soft     whimper     /     moan.     lightheadedness,     a     voice     deep     'pon     mind     urging     her     &     urging     the     king     to     continue     ,     to     never     stop.

doing a little bit of traveling with t'challa had left zora feeling distinctively inspired. they had mostly been filling out their sketchbooks, enjoying the chances to see different places, to share their opinions and honestly.. just have a lovely time in his company.

after all, with someone who was dedicated to their craft as zora tended to be - sometimes it genuinely did take changing locations, having company for them to actually focus on the moment and not anything else running through their mind.

besides, it would be ridiculous not to mention the bits of flirting - the small kisses, the touches that seemed to float between the duo now and then. an indication, an implication that something might be happening the moment they had a chance alone.

it was an idea that zora certainly was willing to engage with. it even brought them a bit of anticipation even with all the teasing that was going on.

by the time they were actually being pulled onto the bed, zora is giggling, laughing.. gasping a bit at the kisses that they are feeling at that moment, holding onto t'challa as they are drawing him closer and closer.

with @ujima, multimuse meme. — send a ⭐ and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi

kida ⇄ t'challa (obviously 💞)

shawky ⇄ t'challa

arra ⇄ t'challa

bruce ⇄ t'challa (a fun hero teamup maybe?)

       𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀        𖤐      𝐎 ' 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀

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each     thrust     ,     walls     clutched     /     tightening     around     member.     back     arch     in     response     as     moans     fled     through     parted     lips     ,     a     sweet     whimper     ,     low     &     need     ,     nails     that     dug     'pon     back     of     other,     as     wanda     dragged     them     down     his     shoulder     blades.     whisper     of     his     name     '     T'Challa     '     ,     echoing     through     the     bedchamber,     entangled     bodies     that     intertwined     through     silk     sheets     with     various     hues     of     purple     ,     gold     &     black.     a     sweet     pleasure     that     spread     throughout     her     whole     body;     hitting     the     deepest     part     of     her     –––––––     mouths     that     collided,     tongues     danced     amongst     one     another     for     dominance.     his     hands     moved     towards     her     waist,     a     firm     grip     to     hold     the     witch     in     place     as     he     thrusted,     moans     that     slipped     out     in     response.     yet     what     wanda     didn't     expect     was     for     him     to     check     in     on     her.

a     careful     tone     of     worry     ,     uncertainty     that     plagues     his     whispered     voice,     &     immediate     eye     contact     from     king     to     witch.     she     nodded     slowly,     adjusting     to     size     &     movement,     she     smiled     :     a     reassurance.     he     nodded,     holding     wanda     &     thrusted     once     again.     following     a     moan     that     echoed     through     his     bedchamber,     his     own     cry     joined     the     sound.     her     core,     hot     &     slick,     coated     his     stiff     member,     accompanied     by     a     melody     of     lustful     moans     &     grunts.

IT HAD TAKEN all of frankie's might to convince their mother to go out this particular evening. ( "i am uncertain if it is truly a good idea." "mama, just go! you'll have a great time! you don't want to be one of those sad, old people, right?" "franziska katharina! i am not old!" ) a long, drawn out conversation over a two person dinner one evening when the teenager happened to be home from school. ultimately, the younger simulacrum was successful in getting evelyn out of the house & on, what they kept calling, 'whatever older adults do for dating.' another thing evelyn was adamant in correcting them on.

“you remember me, don’t you?” / @ujima

CHESNUT HUES LOCK upon him, scanning features as the seconds pass. she gives a nod, electing to stand up a little straighter. “ yes, i am quite certain i do. ” evelyn is positive she sees hundreds of faces every day when on campus, whether it be students or other professors. though none of them quite seem to stick as much as his had. “ royalty, is that correct? ” bits & pieces of a prior conversation are coming back to her slowly. “ it is not every day you get to meet someone of such standing. ” especially not in orgeon, of all places.

she still wonders what he was doing there in the first place, let alone what he was doing back. certainly there were far more glamorous places to be than oregon state university. “ verzeihen sie mir, but i find i am exceptionally surprised to see you again. do you spend much of your free time within oregon? as someone who has lived here for some time, i can say with certainty that it is far from some place i would visit. ” ( "does something draw you back," she nearly asks. )