#K'uk'ulkan

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FROM SCRIPT TO SCREEN

A selection of Namor scenes in BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (dir. Ryan Coogler, 2022)

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Mcu Namor and comic Namor

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Tenoch Huerta Mejía will return as Namor in Avengers: Doomsday, which is now in production and set to be released in 2026.

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Perfect Match

K'uk'ulkan x Reader

Requested by @namorkawaiiwife​​

Warnings: smut, slight size kink, PinV sex

Often you didn't understand what he was saying. You knew they were words of love and affection, judging by the way his eyes shined when he said them.

You couldn't understand, yet it always made you weak.

K'uk'ulkan was a very handsome and muscular man.

He always made you feel tiny against him. And he absolutely loved to hold your smaller figure with his.

One would call it size-kink. 

K'uk'ulkan would call it adorable. 

You were his small little surface dweller. No, you were his small little love.

He would whisper sweet things into your ears, in the beginning, you didn't ask, but lately, it had been bothering you.

So, as his gorgeous lips ran down your neck, his voice reaching your ears, you finally had the courage to ask.

"What does that mean?"

He wanted to laugh at you, at how absolutely gorgeous you were.

"My Queen." he replied and you swore if he wasn't holding you, you would have fallen.

He held you in waist-deep water.

You were enjoying the calm weather when he decided to go and find you. He emerged from the water like the God he is, taking your breath away, making you run into his arms as he began to kiss you.

"You always call me such sweet things, I can tell but I never understand them, Mi Amor." he smiled as you felt his hands run up your back, pulling you closer, your hands met with his chest piece as he smirked.

"You are my sweetest little gem. Back in my home, I have painted you on my wall, the gorgeous woman that you are."

Now, you were really impressed, any other man these days would just ask for a nude, but he freacking painted it!

"You always look at me with such beautiful eyes. Taking my breath away each time, My Queen."

"Mi Amor..." he once again moved to your neck, leaving his marks behind. "Please make love to me." you begged and soon you felt him remove your clothing.

Soon, you found yourself leaning against a rock as his mouth played with your nipple.

Your fingers were in his glorious hair as you pulled on the strands. You were thankful that no one was around you two. You moaned so loud, you were almost embarrassed about it. 

Then his lips began to move further down.

You often forgot how strong he was, but you were soon reminded when he easily put your legs around his shoulders as he wasted no time drinking up your juices. You almost screamed when his tongue met your dripping pussy.

K'uk'ulkan was always a giver, but you had enough of his teasing.

"Mi Amor, please. I need you inside of me." you begged when he pulled away. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him up to meet your lips. You tasted yourself on him and it drove you wild.

"My Beautiful Goddess, who am I to say no to such a request?" and as he put his arms next to you, once again he was reminded about your smaller frame, something that immediately sent him into a darker mindset.

You guided his cock inside you as he began to sink in. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling. 

You felt him reach your deepest point as you felt his balls hit against your skin. It was truly a magnificent feeling.

Knowing that you are able to take him all, feeling every inch he can give. 

You slightly moved your hips, making him begin his thrusts. 

K'uk'ulkan was a giver, that you knew already, and what an absolutely amazing man he was.

He had a way of moving his hips, thrusting just a little upward, making you see stars as you dipped your head back and arched your back, making your nipples meet with his.

You felt him smile into your neck as he began to kiss your skin, not ready to let go of it unless he is assured tomorrow every single mark can be seen.

"My Love," he would whisper into your ear, making you look at him, your eyes looking into his gorgeous ones as his movements continue. He would never stop, never slow down or speed up. He was a man of sheer fucking will. And he knew just how to make you cum.

As he continued to fuck into you, his eyes staring into your soul, you reached up to pull him in for a breathtaking kiss.

"Faster, please." you begged. You swore you could almost hear him purr into your ear as he began to move faster, deeper. 

It would always start off soft and slow and as you would begin to lose your mind, he would end up possibly nailing you into any surface.

And you were more than okay with that. You wanted him, you needed him, deeper, faster, and more.

And he would always give it to you. 

K'uk'ulkan would be careful always, making sure his strength doesn't hurt you, while still fulfilling both of your wishes.

He would often look down, seeing himself disappearing into your tight wetness, it would be another reason for him to keep going.

He would hold your waist, not letting you move as he would begin his deeper and rougher thrusts. 

At that point, you would lose your mind as you could hear yourself be incredibly wet. 

"My Queen, will you come for me?" he asked and all you could do was nod. "Look at you, being fucked so good, you can't even talk." he would smirk but never stop. He would never deny you pleasure.

"K'uk'ulkan." you moan as you would start to feel your end near. "Please don't stop, I'm so close." you knew he wouldn't but you also knew he liked to hear you beg. 

He would groan into your neck as his hands would grab the back of your knees, moving himself up just a little as he would pound you. Deeper, harder and faster than before.

He would feel your smaller body slightly shake against his as you would come. Taking him with you to your high, he would come deep inside you, you would feel him filling you up. He would bite down on your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing as you would slowly come down from your high.

Letting out deep breaths, trying to come back to reality.

He would move back, never pulling out of you as he would pull you with him, deeper into the water.

He would place soft kisses on your skin.

"My Love, my beautiful little Queen." he would whisper before he would switch back to his native tongue. 

Yes, you were his Gorgeous Little Queen and he was your Handsome God.

It was a perfect match.

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Let Him Please

Summary: Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

(Content Warning: Doggystyle, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, cuckoldry)

Translations:

My precious - In preciosio

My love - In yakunaj

The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against Attuma's body was loud in the bedroom and the sound seemed to turn Namor on even more as he continued to slowly stroke his long dick, squeezing himself lightly at the tip to the sound of your muffled moans.

"How's it feel, in precioso," He asked, his voice deep and full of lust. "How's it feel?"

You let out another moan, wanting to respond to your husband's question, but the tip of Attuma's dick kept hitting that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as you felt another orgasm beginning to rock through you and you arched your back further, moaning louder into the bedsheets.

"In yakunaj, is he fucking you good?" Namor asked, slightly speeding up his strokes at the sight of your back arching harder and your ass cheeks bouncing back on Attuma. "Will you cum again for us?"

Gathering you strength, you lifted your head and replied back in a whimper, "Yes, K'uk'ulkan, I'm gonna cum again."

Hearing your words, Attuma tightened his already strong grip on your waist, before thrusting into you harder, making sure to keep his rhythm and continue hitting your spot.

"Oh my-" you began to scream, but another orgasm ripped through you before you could finish. "Fuck!" You screamed as your pussy clenched around Attuma's dick for at least the fifth time that night, squeezing and creaming on him. You could feel your legs beginning to shake from how intense it was and you knew that if this continued any longer, Attuma will be fucking you completely flat on the bed.

"Attuma-," you tried to speak as you felt him still fucking into you, your orgasm lasting longer because of it. "Please-"

"Please what, my beauty," Namor asked, standing up from his seat in the corner of the room and making his way to the side of the bed, still stroking himself. "You want it harder?"

"No," you quickly said, shaking your head, finding the strength to unclench one of your hands from the bedsheets and reach out to your husband.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took your hand and gently squeezed it, still stroking himself. He could see how much you were creaming on his general and the sight made his dick get harder and he began stroking himself faster.

"No more, baby," you whimpered, Attuma still fucking the air out of you.

"No more?" He questioned in fake surprise. "Attuma, have you had enough?"

Not stopping his thrusting, the large man silently shook his head and the king grinned deviously at his answer and looked down to where Attuma was fucking you. Despite your words, you were still bouncing back on Attuma's dick, hungrily.

Letting go of your hand, he lifted your face up from the bed to see a look of absolute fucked-out bliss on your face. A sight he knew he would never get tired of. A small grin appeared on his face as he told you, "You can go a little longer, my little whore."

"K'uk'ulkan-"

He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grin still in place. "I know you want Attuma to fuck you a little longer. Let him please his queen."

Not waiting for a response from you, he let go of your face and moved back on the bed till he was sitting up against the headboard, his hand never leaving his dick.

You were going to ask him to come back to you when you suddenly felt Attuma flip your body over and you found yourself laying on your back, looking up at the big blue man who, for the past hour and a half, has been fucking you into oblivion.

"Fuck her till she can't think," you heard Namor order Attuma, and like a good general, he followed his king's orders.

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January 29, 2025

Happy 44 Birthday to Tenoch Huerta.

[lunathebee]

Pairing: Namor x mermaid princess!reader

Warning: none

A/n: I finally finish this! Thank you for sending in a rq @shadowynutsuit, and no hate to the Namor fandom, but are you guys okay? This is the fourth fic I've written that has dialogue #9

Dialogue prompts:

5. "You will be safe here, with me...I'm devoting my heart to you".

9. "Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"You're sad again" Namor said when he saw Y/n's face, his hand cupping her soft cheeks, slowly turning her face so that their eyes met. "Have you been crying?" The phrase that left his lips almost sounded like a whisper.

Although Namor is glad Y/n has trusted him more, it hurts him to see that when she comes to him, it's when she's seeking comfort. The world has always been so cruel to the princess; it's not fair at all.

"I just...I hate it here! Not having beauty is like the death sentence for a mermaid. Do you understand Namor? DO YOU?!" Y/n screams at the man in front of her; she doesn't care anymore; he will leave her sooner or later. That's what people do to her; they come and go, and some never come back.

The question was always "when will they leave" and never "how long will they stay" for Y/n. The mermaid princess has long understood how cold and empty the ocean could get until Namor showed her his kingdom and the sun he has there.

"You can hit me all you want; you can scream at me all you want; just let me be with you." The king said this, taking Y/n's hand and placing it on his chest. "Can you feel my heartbeat? It beats for you."

The woman is too stunned to speak; never in a million years would she think that the king of Talokan is wrapped around her finger willingly. Y/n tries to open her mouth to protest, but no words come out,the king then wastes no time in continuing to express his love.

"Y/n...My pearl... Do you know why I called you that? Because pearls are imperfect, yet they stand out on their own and shine brightly." Namor knows he has captured the heart of the mermaid princess right after saying that. People can say he is flirty all they want, but for Y/n, only the truth

"I- ... Please let me have some time to think about it." Y/n's answer makes Namor's heart skip a beat; he doubts she wouldn't feel it; her hand isn't on his chest anymore. More importantly, their hands aren't intertwined, and there is nothing Namor can do but watch the mermaid swim away, waiting for her answer.

===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===

How little did the king know that the war was one step ahead of him, taking Y/n away.

"HEAL HER" Namor's voice can be heard even from a thousand miles; there is even a hint of despair in his voice. "DO SOMETHING"

"My king, we are trying to do everything" A group of Talokanil speaks up; they're knealing on the floor, trying to keep the blood from flowing out of Y/n's injured wounds. "It's too risky; she is a mermaid, and we don't know if the technology we have is suitable!"

A long moment of silence felt like enternity for Namor; he knows what they're saying is right; he was foolish. In a moment of distress, seeing Y/n in pain, he brought her to Talokan and not her kingdom. It's too late to ever bring her there now; even with his superspeed, every movement would result in Y/n crying out of pain.

Namor demands all the Talokanil leave for a suitable potion; let him be here with Y/N. But it's only half the truth; he doesn't want to let them see how weak he could get.

"Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

Namor waited for an answer; he waited, and he vowed to forever wait for one.

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“I know he loves me I know he cares Cause he's all mine And soon he'll be knockin' At my door Things will be alright”

Juicy – “Sugar Free”

Lebadi slid the fingers of her right hand over the monorail console while watching a monitor to gauge the flow of traffic in the wide Birnin S’Yan street. Her left hand rubbed on the swollen belly that was ready to pop with a strange mutant’s baby.

“Everything good?”

Lebadi turned her head and watched a lanky, reed-thin male co-worker saunter in to take over her shift. Mantso quirked up his thick lips and handed her a warm chocolate coffee along with a hot-out-of-the-oven seasoned meat bun. She accepted both and shifted her weight out of the chair so he could take over.

“Slow night. Thank you for this,” she said.

Taking a huge bite out of the round bun stuffed with ground beef and yellow potatoes baked inside, she wiped her lips when the flavorful juices spewed out onto her chin. Mantso studied her belly.

“You are ready to burst,” he teased.

“One more month.”

“When does your leave start?”

“Next week.”

A rumble outside the wide glass window announced the arrival of the midnight lift in the city center.

“I’ll hold it for you,” Mantso said.

Lebadi grabbed her sweater and waddled out of the control room taking an escalator to the surface street. Saturday nights were a busy festive time and she passed through crowds of young people out for a night of dancing and drinking. She missed doing that with her friends back home in Birnin Zana. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant, she’d be attending Dora Milaje training with Okoye and going out with her crew to their favorite clubs and night cafes.

Chewing on the tender meat of the late night snack Mantso gave her, she gripped her cup of cocoa-rich coffee and sat by herself on the monorail. It was a short fifteen minute ride to her cottage nestled behind a row of luxury villas. She jostled her big belly around exuberant party-seekers and munched on her food while admiring the bright lights and music spilling out onto the public sidewalks from flashy clubs. Ten minutes later she rounded a corner that led to the opening of a quiet suburban street twinkling with tiny nightlights decorating the clipped hedges lining the path she followed. Tall rust-colored trees blotted out the noise of the main street behind her.

Approaching her home, she noticed a figure hidden in the shadows of her small porch.

“Who’s there?” she blurted.

No one answered and she took a step back, cradling her stomach in a protective stance.

“I see you!” she shouted to make herself sound tough.

The figure moved toward the light of a street lamp and Lebadi sucked in her breath.

Okoye.

“It took me some time to track you down here,” Okoye said, eyeing Lebadi’s burgeoning midsection, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

Lebadi's entire demeanor slumped with shame.

“I’m your best friend, Lebadi. You can tell me anything in confidence and I would never judge you.”

“I know…but…”

“But what? Who is the father?”

“No one you know.”

“Are you still seeing this person? Are they going to support you and this baby?”

“No…I’m not seeing them anymore. This wasn’t planned.”

“I know it wasn’t. You were supposed to be training with me.”

Okoye’s eyes softened. Lebadi glanced at the new shaved head that highlighted the perfectly round skull of her friend. A brand new v-shaped crimson tattoo crowned the top of Okoye’s forehead. She had passed the first level of Dora Milaje training.

“Open your door. The neighbors should not hear our conversation,” Okoye demanded.

Lebadi shuffled past her and onto the porch. She swiped her kimoyo beads over the door handle and stepped aside to let Okoye in first. The motion sensor lights in the living room flickered on and she hung up her sweater on the back of the door. Setting down her coffee and half-eaten meat bun on a side table, she faced her bestie full on.

“Sit,” Lebadi said gesturing to a chair near the couch.

Okoye glanced around the neat cottage living room before sinking down into the chair.

“I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

Lebadi excused herself and went into a small hallway that led to the cramped bathroom. She closed the door and gripped her hands on the sink. She wasn’t prepared to let anyone know her secret. For the past four months she had hidden in Birnin S’Yan where no one knew her or her family. She kept her interactions among family and friends purely through vid chats at low angles to conceal her stomach. She joked about eating too many meat buns that the city was famous for to explain away her plump cheeks and wide moon face. Stories were made up about being busy with work and taking advanced art classes at the University of S’Yan that rested above the cliffs overlooking the sea. Many questioned why she’d move so far away, but most assumed it was because she was disappointed about not being accepted into the Dora Milaje Corps. She let that lie fester to dampen the pleadings of returning to the Golden City.

Lebadi needed to give birth in a place where she was a stranger, and the fast pace of seaside life was the perfect hideaway. She hired a private midwife and planned to give birth at home. Beyond that she had no further plans. It all depended on what came out of her vagina in thirty days. If the child looked human, she’d give it away to the midwife to find a good home. She used a fake name in the city and no one would be able to trace a baby back to her. However, if the child came out a mutant…

She shook away the thought with splashes of cool water on her high cheekbones. Okoye would ruin all of her plans. Wiping her face with a towel, Lebadi stared at her frightened eyes in the mirror. She had saved up enough money to pay a bribe to the midwife to keep the birth off of the formal hospital registry. The only problem was that she couldn’t decide what to do with a child if it came out like him.

K’uk’ulkan.

Lebadi shivered at the mere thought of him and the baby inside of her moved. She touched the spot where it kicked her. The child was strong in there. So ready to come out.

“Lebadi, are you hiding from me?”

Okoye’s voice sounded more hurt than accusatory.

“Coming,” Lebadi chirped.

Okoye studied her every move coming back into the living room. Lebadi took a seat on her lumpy couch adjacent to the chair and finally gazed into her friend’s eyes. They were watery and her lips trembled.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt like something was wrong. I needed to see you in person and ease my mind,” Okoye said.

“Now you see why I stayed so far from home.”

“Having a baby out of wedlock is not shameful anymore.”

“The father and I are not together. He doesn’t know about this baby.”

“He has a responsibility. You are from a prominent family—”

“No one will know about this child. When it is born I will give it away.”

“Give it away? Are you mad? You are descended from the first family that stood by the Udaku clan when Bashenga created the nation. You have grandmothers and grandfather’s written about in our history books…you cannot just give a baby away with your bloodline, Lebadi. It would be sacrilegious! A sin in the eyes of Bast.”

“I cannot keep this baby, Okoye.”

“Why not?”

“Because its father is a foreigner. Not a Wakandan.”

“Foreigner? How?”

“He slipped through our borders.”

“No one slips through our borders. Do not lie to me, Lebadi. I am your friend.”

“I met him at the Mama Wati Festival. Two years ago. I fell pregnant eight months ago. We were secretly meeting here in Birnin S’Yan. You cannot tell anyone.”

“This is a national security threat. I cannot sit here and ignore that. I work for the palace now. This man could be a spy using you.”

“He is not a spy. There’s nothing in Wakanda he wants… not anymore since he left me. I am begging you Okoye. Nothing will happen to the nation if you keep quiet about this. I am no longer seeing him. He is long gone away from here.”

“How was he able to even get through our protective dome from the outside? Lebadi? Answer me!”

Lebadi burst into tears and covered her face. To not have her lover pained her heart. She struggled to regain her composure and became frantic when Okoye tapped her kimoyo beads. A sharp discomfort in her side distracted them both and Lebadi clutched under her stomach and sat back in her seat.

“Lebadi, what’s wrong?”

“I’m okay…you are stressing me out and it disturbed the baby.”

“Should I call your doctor? Uh..the midwife?”

“No…I am fine now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please…just leave this be. Keep my secret.”

“You cannot give your baby away. If you need help, W’Kabi and I can do that. We’re getting married next year…we could adopt your child and keep it close to you—“

“No.”

“How far along are you?”

“Eight months.”

Okoye palmed her hands together and let the tips of her fingers rest under her chin.

“You have been dealing with this all alone?”

“Yes.”

Okoye lowered herself to her knees and clasped Lebadi’s hands.

“I see that you’re frightened. I will keep your secret, but I will return to help you when the baby comes. We’ll figure out what to do together. Your child deserves a good home…with you.”

Okoye thumbed away the tears that pearled out from the corners of Lebadi’s eyes.

“Do you need anything right now? Money? Food?” Okoye asked.

“No. I’m tired and want to go to bed.”

“I will stay for the weekend and return for my training. No more keeping secrets from me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

Lebadi squeezed Okoye’s hands.

###

The moment Okoye left the cottage Sunday evening, Lebadi packed up all her clothes and called a private cab to ferry her to the marina. She tossed her kimoyo beads in a sewer run-off after telling her mid-wife that she was going home and would no longer need her services.

Lebadi knew Okoye had a good heart and wanted the best for her, but the reality spoke of newer alliances. She couldn’t trust that her friend wouldn’t go searching for breeches in security and ring the alarm. It was better to go away and give birth alone on the sea away from prying eyes. Telling her that the father was foreign was bad enough. It was a stupid mistake on her part.

She rented the same boat she had used for two years sneaking away to see Namor. It was an older model that most people bypassed for the sleek newer ones all over the marina. She paid for a three month rental and the woman releasing it didn’t bat an eye at her condition or the crinkly bills she paid in cash from a fat purse stuffed with more Wakandan money. It took Lebadi four trips to load the boat with supplies of food, water, and things she would need for a baby. The last item she carried on board was a peach and sand-colored conch shell that Namor gifted her. She wanted something of his with her.

She set sail on a Monday evening to cloak herself in darkness, taking the boat off radar once she was past her target area to hide from any drone surveillance.

She programmed the boat to glide her to her favorite spot three miles from the coast. For three days she used radar from the boat and her own binoculars to scan for anyone coming after her. She left a month’s worth of pre-programmed holo vid messages for family and select friends to keep up appearances until the baby came. Using the boat ramp, she dipped her heavy body into the water when the weather was too hot and spent most of her days lying in her berth to keep cool. She limited the use of the air-cooling system to keep traces of vibranium energy surges to a minimum in case it captured the attention of the Wakandan Coast Guard.

A pod of dolphins passed by her boat her second week out at sea and they lingered to frolic for a few hours before heading out to the growing swells. Shading her eyes with her hand, she pondered moving the boat when it was bumped by something that didn’t feel like a strong wave shoving the starboard side. She tottered on bare feet to investigate if she hit a reef and was shocked to find a large orca nudging the hull with its massive head.

Lebadi held onto some rope looped around the inside of the hull to keep her balance. The orca opened its mouth and echolocation clicks bounced at her along with high-pitched whistling sounds. It snapped its mouth closed a few times making jaw claps and she ran to the control room to move the boat away from the sea creature. At a smooth twenty knots, she left the orca in a wake of white water, but it gave chase. She aimed the boat back toward land but the orca kept up and then cut her off, forcing her to head further out to sea. She white-knuckled the control console when the orca slammed itself under the boat.

Cutting her eyes to the ocean, the boat stuttered to a complete stop. The odor of something burning came from the stern. She shut everything down and checked the back. The boat belched blue-black smoke and the orca peered at her from the water with a menacing brown eye under a patch of white marking on its slippery skin.

“What the fuck did you do to this boat?”

The orca clicked and rolled its dark body upside down in the foamy turquoise waters. Before she could curse it again, it flicked its wide tail and tossed Namora onto the deck. Soaking wet, the Talokanil woman stood to her full height and sea water dripped from her feathered headdress and the jagged spear she carried. Lebadi turned away trying to hide her stomach, but Namor’s cousin spotted the forbidden fruit of their union. She stuck the tip of her spear against Lebadi’s stomach.

“Ba'ax le ts'íiba' utia'al?” Namora spat out from behind her breathing mask.

Lebadi nodded and stepped back from the spear. Namora lunged forward raising her spear at an angle that would slice the child out of her womb.

“Don’t! Please!” Lebadi shrieked.

The harsh rays of the sun and the muggy heat draped Lebadi in an uncomfortable cocoon of dripping perspiration. Short of breath, and frightened, she urinated on herself and lost control of her knees. Namora tossed away her spear and caught Lebadi with her strong but gentle hands. Her piercing dark brown eyes were the same as Namor’s.

“Yaan teen,” Namora whispered in Lebadi’s ear.

“Please don’t kill my baby,” Lebadi pleaded  before the world went black and she collapsed in the Talokanil’s arms.

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this post is an analysis of a passage in Tenoch's book . it's a lil long. contains sensitive topics. tw: racism, colorism, SA. you have been warned but if you wish to continue, feel free 😊

A PASSAGE FROM TENOCH HUERTA’S “ORGULLO PRIETO” - “BROWN PRIDE” ✊🏾🤎

Translated:

On the other hand, racist acts are not exclusive to white people or the dominant group. We brown people have assimilated the problem and have become victims and perpetrators at the same time.

In fact, when the members of Poder Prieto - a movement that seeks to raise awareness about the influence of racist practices in people's lives - have spoken about the subject, we discovered that many racist attacks that we have suffered throughout our lives they have arisen from our families, from ourselves or from other people also with brown skin.

These are daily micro-discriminations that, when accumulated, affect our moods and the way we live together and understand the world and our society, but also strengthen the monster that we seek to bring down.

Since we were children, our grandparents told us that the goal is to "mejorar la raza"*, our parents reminded us that "they treat you how they see you", our sisters confessed to us "how ugly, your girlfriend looks like a servant", or we blamed her for "look out for the güero* or the güera* from the neighborhood" and we thought that was why they were the most attractive.

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"güero" refers to someone with lighter complexion, white boy

"güera" = white girl

"Mejorar la raza" is a phrase traced back to the early years of colonization in Mexico by the Spanish.

Many Latino families still hear it today.

In English, it translates to "improve the race."

To add context, the Spanish implemented a caste system, a hierarchy of socio-racial classes, in order to keep status and power, centering the social structure around them and their culture on the top.

The highest in the system were Spanish people born in Spain. The lowest in the system were typically those of Indigenous as well as African blood. If you born either or both (Indigenous and/or African), chances are you were probably born in poor conditions and are not considered a full human being with rights.

This is where "improving the race" comes in. It centers around breeding.

The only way to elevate one's social status in the eyes of the caste system was to get married and/or bare children with someone richer in the eyes of society, in this case most commonly white/Spanish men or women. As a result, Mestizos (children with an Indigenous & Spanish parent) or Mulatos (children with an African & Spanish parent) would reap the benefits of having elevated their status by having more Spanish blood.

"Improving the race" has been used by many as an excuse for the rape of Indigenous woman by European colonizers!

These children were also considered more handsome because it erased their Indigenous or African features, replacing them with Eurocentric ones that were considered the epitome of beauty.

This would lead to HUGE resentment over black and brown people and their features.

The Result in Latin America: Harsh colorism!

Bad skin, bad hair, being ugly were associated with African features.

Being a maid, being short, being a hard worker are stereotypes, associated with Indigenous people

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They pit us against each other. That is why if you ask a Mexican who is their greatest enemy, they will respond with "another Mexican."

We have been taught to hate our black/brown skin. The colorist system implemented by our colonizers is what we must try our best in no longer partaking.

We must be okay with not worrying about tanning in the sun, or getting married with someone who is not white.

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shoutout to the Nashuri fam because we strongly are against colorist and racist rhetoric with our pro Indigenous man/Black woman ship! Love you guys! ✊🏾💙

thank you for reading my long ass post :)

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Nashuri!

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Namor Week Day 7 - Free Choice Tenoch Huerta shares his thoughts about Namor | @namorweek

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In Diosa ♆

Warnings: Yandere Aspects, Dom!Goddess, Stalking, BDSM, Ultimatum, etc.

Author's Note: Just a random blurb about a goddess OC who doesn't take no for an answer. Enjoy!

Being a goddess means you have everything at your disposal. Almost every need or want was fulfilled by your loyal devotees & servants. Any challengers or dissenters were met with a painful demise. Your powers were limitless.

You didn’t have access to one of your desires though—Namor. You had watched him for about a century. You studied every detail about him. Every word, every attribute, every tale from anyone who knew him. He was perfect for you.

You learned that he was a mutant that ruled the deep-sea kingdom of Talokan. He was worshipped by his people, just like you. The Talokanil called him the Feather Serpent God. He showed no mercy to the prying eyes of the surface would. This made you yearn for him even more.

Some of your past lovers died from old age or sickness. Some were banished from after you realized they couldn’t handle you. Something was missing. You were meant to share eternal love with a god & a god only. You had to meet him.

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Near the Puerto Rico Trench, you sat on a jagged rock near a sea cliff. You were far from any shore. Waves were steady and the weather was mild. The frigid saltwater licked at your feet. The sun had just set, and the sky displayed beautiful oranges & purples. You felt the presence of all marine life around you. You could change anything about this, but you didn't. You enjoyed observing nature without intervention.

Feeling inspirited by your surroundings, you began to sing a siren song. It was the most beautiful melody anyone could hear--befitting for a goddess. The wind began to pick up. Humpback whales nearby began responding to your music. Your voice began to overshadow the susurration of the ocean.

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Namor's routine was interrupted by the sonority of chorale. This was especially unusual as Talokanil sirens only sung to lure intruders to death. As melodious as their songs were, they never sang like this. He worried if Talokan's existence was threatened once again. He decided to investigate.

Swimming toward the surface, he saw a pod of whales gathered near the bottom of a cliff. The clicks & bellows they made signaled excitement. This was another oddity as they would dive to feed at this time, and there was no food here. He swam through the pod as the song grew louder. Peeking his head above water, he saw a woman resting on a rock. At this point, he worried that he was dreaming. No human could've made it this far out in the ocean. He dived under & swam closer in an effort to stay covert.

Although you didn't see him, you knew he was close. You can't say that you didn't sing to lure him out, but you loved to sing anyway. You couldn't help that it caught his attention. Looking into the water, you saw his face. You stopped singing and smiled brightly. It was obscured by the movement of the water, but his eyes were stark. You fluffed your hair & waited for you beloved to greet you.

Suddenly, Namor's spear flew from the water and nearly went through your head. Luckily, you caught it in mid-air. You saw him emerge from the water and dart through the air like a hummingbird. It was clear that he anticipated an attack. He stopped & turned around quickly to see if you were dead. To his surprise, you were unharmed with his prized possession in your hand.

"Now, is that any way to greet a goddess?" You teased.

Namor remained silent in a state of shock. He was floored by your nonchalance. Your glamour was a plus. His pride stung at the fact he was lured like a fish on a hook. No one brought this kind of hysteria out of him.

Namor then rested on the cliff above and stared down at you. You heard him speak. His voice was like velvet.

“Who are you & what could you possibly want from me?” He inquired.

In the blink of an eye, you were next to him. He was even more gorgeous up close. You sat his spear down & caressed his cheek with your thumb. Namor felt compelled to pull away but didn’t.

“Love. You and I are just alike. Two gods locked in the prison of immortality. We’re made for each other. Eternity deserves our union.” You explained, brushing your thumb against the prickles of his beard.

Namor finally realized who had been watching him for all these years. He was alarmed by your overzealous sentiments but was curious about what you could offer. None of his past flames burned quite like this.

“I would destroy a thousand civilizations if it meant I got to lay next to you each night. Without you, I am nothing. I would go to the ends of the universe for you, K’uk’ulkan.” You confessed, leaning in closer. He kissed you gently and lingered for a few moments. Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm breath on your skin. You then kissed him back with wild abandon. You felt as if all was right in the world.

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“Je’el in diosa/Yes, my goddess.” Namor purred, pulling against his restraints. His hands were bound to the headboard as you rode him. You felt every inch & vein of his manhood. Your arousal dripped down his shaft. Namor felt like this was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen: Your skin glistening with sweat. your breasts bouncing with every motion, and your face twisted in pleasure. He ached to grab at the plush flesh around your hips.

For days on end, both of you explored the sanctuaries you resided in and that of each other’s bodies. The delectation that was created between you was marvelous. Codependency was made as well. This was better than any mortal could offer you. You had finally achieved your century-long objective.