#black panther namor x reader

[multific]

Call You Amor

K'uk'ulkan x Reader

Summary: Patience is something we all have to learn, even Gods. Even Gods who just confessed their love.

K'uk'ulkan was a patient man. Having lived as long as he have, he learned the importance of timing and patience.

He was patiently waiting for you as well.

Despite being a 'surface dweller' he quickly fell in love with you.

He was a patient man.

But he also found himself walking along the banks of your home town, hoping and begging for his God so he could see you.

He went, day after day.

He felt stupid now, stupid for telling you to take your time, stupid for saying he can wait even years for an answer.

He wanted to make you feel comfortable and now he was regretting it.

This anxiety was eating him alive.

It distracted him from his duties as the leader of Talokan.

But he wanted you, he needed you. And he needed an answer to his confession.

As it soon got dark, K'uk'ulkan headed back to his home. He didn't sleep but he did manage to rest a little.

The next morning, he did what he had been doing for the past three days.

He dealt with his duties and soon after swam to the beach. He walked out of the water and to his surprise, there you stood.

He noticed the shell he gave you to call him in your hands, your shaking hands.

"I thought I had to place it in the water to call you." you said as you walked over.

"Could you please just... tell me your decision, I beg of you to put me out of my misery."

You smiled a little, he was a man after all, no matter how much he tried to assure you that he could be patient.

"We are very different. You live in the ocean, lead your people, hide from my people. At first, I thought it would be impossible. How could you ever like me to begin with, especially with your hatred towards my people. You said I can decide whether I should call you Namor like your enemies." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, he looked away from you. "And I so decided to call you a different name, neither K'uk'ulkan nor Namor. I wish to call you Amor." his eyes snapped back up at you. He muttered something in his mother tongue, something you couldn't quite understand.

"I thought you were rejecting me."

"I thought about it. Because of our differences. I fear your people will hate me for I am only a surface dweller. I am no Queen as you claimed I could be." he walked over to you as you finally dropped the shell from your hand, his moved to your waist and pulled you in.

"Say it to me, please."

"I wish for you to court me. I wish to be yours. For now, it will be enough."

"And in the future?"

"I could be delusional. I have wishful thinking, but I can see myself by your side, forever. As a partner, a wife, a Queen. As long as you will have me." he let out a shaky breath. One he didn't even know he was holding.

"I came here, day after day in the hopes of seeing you. For you to accept my confession... I'm overjoyed." he smiled.

What a gorgeous smile he had.

"My Handsome King, I truly don't see how you can find me, out of everyone so interesting."

"You are a rare beauty. You are smart and gentle. Kind yet fierce. I need that in my life."

"So, I remind you of your mother."

"Pardon?"

You laughed at his expression.

"Nothing nothing." you laughed a little as his grip on your tightened.

"Is that some joke between... women?"

"You could say that, yes. A joke. Can I ask my King, to take me on a date?"

"What's a date?" you nearly fell over laughing. He loved to hear your laugh.

"I will dress up nicely and we can meet and talk."

"What's wrong with what you are wearing now? It looks nice enough for me."

"Okay, would you like to go somewhere then?"

"I can't really leave the water."

Problem number 1.

You assumed there will be more along the way, but you were sure you can also deal with them and find solutions.

"Then let's stay here? In case you need to leave, you could go back."

"I will give you this." he reached into the water and you noticed something shimmering in there. He pulled out a necklace made of pearls. "I have been making this since I saw you." he then held the medal in the middle of the pears in his palm. "You just have to whisper to this, and I will come to you, wherever you are." he then placed it around your neck. You touched the delicate jade medal and smiled at him.

"Thank you. I wish I could give you something special as well."

"A kiss would be special enough." he smirked as you smiled.

"Very well." you moved your hand to the back of his neck as he let you pull him in, and you placed a kiss on his lips.

"I will come see you again tomorrow, My Love." he said as he finally let go of you, slowly walking into the sea.

"I hate seeing you leave, but I love watching you go." you said which confused him as he turned to give you a look. "I mean you have a nice... backside."

"So do you." he said and you knew he didn't understand your reference but it was okay.

You will teach him many more things about yourself as you will learn more about him.

You never expected to end up with him, but you were not complaining.

If anything, you were looking forward to tomorrow and the days after.

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[crystalgemcrusaders]

Insecurities: Namor x Reader [drabble]

[x original character]

[summary]: you feel as if you are a burden to namor. namor proves to you that it's the opposite.

[warnings]: no use of y/n,main character is insecure, namor doesn't believe she's a burden, old nsfw drabble, cringe work.

"Let me show you how worthy you truly are to me, my beautiful goddess."

The warmth spewing from Namor's breath sends a shiver down your spine as he connects his soft lips against the crook of your neck. The feeling tickled and you were close to laughing until you bit down on your bottom lip. His puckered lips left a trail of kisses down the crook of your vulnerable spot. The king wanted to express the way your insecurities were so beautiful to him and how you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself or your appearance.

You aren't a burden. Namor had that sixth sense that there had been something bothering you. It left you quieter on certain days and your distance was noticeably loud. It had him question if you were upset with what he had said and done and if so, what was it? Regardless of his time occupied with duties and ensuring the safety of his people, Namor still displayed waves of affection towards you and even appreciation.

You are more than grateful for how caring and amazing your husband is; to be able to be by his side, to be HIS wife, and him to be all yours. Yet sometimes you often felt as if you weren't doing enough, that perhaps he would have been better off with you. Not to mention the issues you deal with compared to his was nothing.

Namor believed the opposite.

Any problems you had, he was to help solve them to the best of his ability; this was one of them.

"You never are a burden." He murmurs as his hands lowered down your body to unclasp your bra from your chest. It falls to the floor unnoticed like a feather. Namor cups your left breast with his large hand with his lips drawing closer to take in the other one. The king's tongue swirled around your bud, giving it several long and sloppy sucks.

There was no sound from him but the sensation had given you a wave of pleasure.

"And you never will be."

Quiet breaths escapes the plumpness of your lips. It was no wonder so many women had desired to bed him, to be wedded to him for all eternity. After a few minutes of giving his undivided attention to your left breast, Namor then switched to the other twin..

'I will truly show you how precious and valuable you are.' He thought just as his gaze shifted onto your naked form, skimming it from top to bottom intensely.

It was no surprise for Namor to stick to his word to the end of the night, like always.

[darkmemesworld]

Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me???

But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

[mariaxxxxx]

Gods fall sometimes (+18)

Summary: Summary: K'uk'ulkan for You to give him a baby (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, slight degradation, pregnancy, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words

A/N: A sequel, or not, to Dragon Fruit. I feel like the reader and K'uk'ulkan have a lot to tell about the baby.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

PART 1

You woke up at your usual time in the morning. A young maid came to the hammock and gently woke him up. Rested, you sat in the hammock, watching the cabin. It was already daytime, you assumed the sun wasn't present in that cave meters below the sea. So, the room was cold, indicating the presence of salt water around the stones. You stretched, passing your hand over the hammock, something you had become accustomed to doing.

He wasn't there, in fact, he never was. Her husband always slept next to her, but they never woke up together. K'uk'ulkan always woke up early and left the room, leaving her alone to rest. A habitation that You were already accustomed to. Even though, after years of marriage, he was still in the hammock while You woke up, it didn't take long, and he soon returned to Talokan.

You understood. I couldn't stay mad at him. Her husband had ruled for centuries alone, and taciturn habits were hard to shake. Although her days were lonely, her husband made the nights warm. Attempts to make a baby were fun, but fruitless so far. You thought you conceived a baby the day your husband made you pray for him, but the Gods gave you no such gift. The red spot between his legs the following month was enough to make him give up trying.

The Gods, not even K'uk'ulkan, were willing to make you a mother. If not even the divine was able to make you conceive, you thought that an infusion with dragon seeds wouldn't do it either, so you chose to leave it aside. You hadn't talked to your husband about giving up on him, you just continued to let him devour you during the night and cum while he whispered in your ear how beautiful you would look pregnant.

You shook your head to get the bad thoughts out of your mind. He got up from the hammock, noticing for the first time, a box on a small table. A box wrapped in jade green paper. Feeling attracted to that object, and as she approached, she captured a small paper containing the drawing of a celestial goddess generating life in her womb. A faint smile formed on her lips as she noticed her husband's enthusiasm in conceiving a child.

You ripped open the wrapping and opened the wooden box, taking out what appeared to be hair ornaments shaped like your crossed serpents encrusted in gold and jade stone. You smiled a sincere and charming smile. You loved getting jewelry and your husband knew it

“Beautiful, my queen.” Exclaimed the young maid. You hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. “Like the serpents in the hair that adorn the goddess Ixchel.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed in surprise. Only then did he realize that they really resembled the snakes in the hair of the statue of the Goddess Ixchel.

You underestimated your husband, as you always had, he knew you like the back of his hand. It was a not-so-subtle warning that he would continue to try to get her pregnant. He saw her as the goddess of love and the moon herself, this only revealed her adoration before You. Her hands felt for her hair ornament while her mind thought about how You could put an end to her anguish. Then an idea popped into his mind; an idea that could please or upset the gods. It will be her last attempt at conception, if it doesn't work, you will accept that the Gods were not willing to give you the gift of pregnancy. Determined, you turned to the young handmaid and said:

“Cancel all my commitments as queen. Then help me with something

(….)

You were on your knees in the soft reeds waiting for him. As K'uk'ulkan slipped through the curtain, wet from head to toe and richly adorned in gold, he froze at the sight of her figure sitting on her knees in the reeds. With the outfit, or almost none of it, more erotic than he had ever seen. He left him speechless and his cock hardened just by the sight. You looked like the Goddess of the moon herself. With her breasts uncovered, a huge black pearl necklace around her neck, a thin transparent petticoat that covered her intimacy, her perfectly styled hair held back by the hair ornament received in the morning.

 K'uk'ulkan didn't say a word or make a sound, like he could have. He just allowed himself to enjoy the most beautiful sight. It was You who dared to break the silence.

“My devotee.” You exclaimed in a low voice. “Tell me what You want.”

K'uk'ulkan laughs, realizing his joke and approving the idea. Would it be a challenge? Yes. He would do everything to please the young God who lived in his bed. For You, K'uk'ulkan would bend the knee.

“Ah, my beautiful goddess.” He murmurs, approaching the reed. He placed his knees on the soft padding, getting close to You. “Can I eat You, my Goddess? Put my seed in your blessed body?”

You lick your lips, push your knees up until your lips are close to his.

"Perhaps." You whisper. “Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me.”

Before you can react, he reaches out to tilt his cheek and presses his mouth against yours to begin a familiar dance between tongues. You kissed those lips several times, infinite times and it would never be enough. No amount of touching would be enough to satiate her love for this man.

You move away a little to breathe, resting your forehead against his and stroking his nose affectionately.

“Last time, my love.” You say. “If tonight we don’t conceive, know that it will be the last time we try.”

“Don’t say that” he says with a slight tone of sadness in his voice. “We will try as many times as necessary until my seed takes root in your womb.”

You wanted to argue and say how much the failed attempts destroyed you inside. She wanted to tell of the times she cried in secret during each new cycle of the new moon without a child in her arms to thank the goddess. But you didn't say it, you just withdrew that feeling to the bottom of your heart and kissed him again.

This time the kiss became more urgent as a silent promise of comfort and burning desire. He wraps his arms around your waist, until you're sitting on his lap. You snuggle onto his hardened cock, moving your hips just the way he liked it. K'uk'ulkan's desire rose like the rising tide before the full moon.

"Part." You murmur into his kiss. “Ask me. Offer me everything.”

"Yes." He says over moans. “My beautiful goddess. I guarantee that my offering will be satisfactory.”

"Hmm." You lick his lips.

Your husband takes a deep breath as his fingers curl around your hips propelling your movements, his lips pursed awaiting more of your kisses. You put your hands on his chest and push him so he lays down on the soft pillows. It was his turn to be in charge. He tries to get up to pull you to yes, but you push him away again, remaining firmly seated on his covered cock.

You lean in and start placing small kisses on his lips, which go down to his chin and neck. Before you know it, he distributes kisses and nibbles over his toned chest. With an expert touch, you pull the fabric of the shorts down. Her mouth salivates and her pussy tightens at the sight of his hardened cock.

“Oh, is this my offering?” You question, your voice full of desire. “I’m not sure it will be enough to satisfy me.”

You notice your husband's fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you wrap your hand around his cock and massage the damp head with your thumb.

“I guarantee that will be more than enough, my goddess.” He grits his teeth as he groans when You squeeze his dick tightly, just the way he liked it.

“I will taste my offering then.”

Sue husband sighs loudly as her fingers curl around him and her lips close over the weeping purple head. Even with little provocation, her pussy fills with excitement at having the salty taste of his seed on her tongue again. You start by kissing the tip, brushing your lips, then continue to tease him with brief sucks and nibbles, listening to your husband's cry for more contact.

"Do not tease me." He orders through his teeth.

"Silence." You exclaim. “I need to check if this offering is up to me.”

K'uk'ulkan rolls his eyes and moans loudly when You take him almost entirely down his throat. His mouth works well, extracting every drop of your salty essence. Her husband Sue pushes her hips up trying to make her swallow more, alternating between provocative sucks and playful licks on the sensitive skin. You keep him in a state of pure pleasure and he growls loudly at the audacity provoked. You were the only mortal who could have a god like him, so weak in the knees, panting like a whore. Her mouth opens wider, pushing herself beyond the limits of paradise, as if she wants to ascend to the divine status her husband has placed her in. You completely swallow it deeper into your throat. Even as his eyes water from the task, you lower yourself onto his cock until your own nose brushes the black hairs of his crotch and his purple head reaches the back of your throat. Your husband gasps as he feels the outline of his cock in his throat, a sight that makes him almost tear the sheets.

"My Goddess." He murmurs between moans and sighs. “Let me spill my seed inside You.”

You take it out of your mouth but wrap your hand around it to continue massaging. Making the provocation even more torturous.

“My worshiper” You tease with a quick movement of your hands, “What do you offer before me?”

"All. I offer everything. My body, my spirit, my nation. Just let me spill my seed into your pussy so that life will be nourished.”

You line yourself up, with your knees around him, to straddle him. Your hand guides the stiff, weeping cock into your wet pussy. You moan loudly as you feel him enter all the way in, your walls welcoming him with sacred heat and divine adoration. Now, no teasing or games. It was time to conceive the much-desired baby.

His cock sinks deep inside her pussy caressing every sensitive spot on her walls. Your hips gain momentum to ride him; rolling and jumping to extract all the lust.

"How many?" You question breathlessly without missing a beat. “How many babies do you want, devotee? Tell me and I will give them.”

“One, two, three...all of them, my goddess. Give me them all”

Your belly contracted with an indication of the approaching orgasm, but You refused to finish before it, as tonight would squeeze out every drop of your seed. K'uk'ulkan lifted his hips to meet his thrust, making it even harder to keep the ecstasy away. Her husband seemed not too far away from his own orgasm, to bring him even further to the brink of pleasure. You made circular movements with your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“Spill your seed!” You demand with the tides of your own release rising within your body, “I'm close, so close…”

Your pussy clenches around him, sobbing his name as you reach your orgasm. The rhythmic spasms of your walls dragging you to the edge along with it. K'uk'ulkan moans with his head against the pillow, his hips stutter briefly, but he continues to pump his seed deep inside her pussy. He holds her hips to keep her trapped and only lets go when all his cum has been emptied. You held in place feeling his penis soften inside You. His breathing was still labored, his head was spinning and his ears were ringing with the powerful orgasm given to You by the divine.

You got off of him, leaving his softened penis lying on his left side. She lay down next to him enjoying the little world of pleasure that surrounded them.

“Tonight, my love.” Her husband said, breaking the silence. “Tonight we will conceive a child.”

And he was right. It was that night that the first baby was conceived. Two months after that night the symptoms started; the swollen breasts, the nausea, the sleep. An old woman confirmed her pregnancy when You came to her to report about the illnesses. When You told him K'uk'ulkan spun her in his arms as she rejoiced promises of love and joy at having a fruit growing in her womb.

For a long nine months you were pampered and fawned over by your husband. No request, no matter how ridiculous, was too small or difficult for her devoted husband. When her belly and breasts became swollen, K'uk'ulkan massaged her body with scented oils for hours, tending to each aching muscle. And when the baby was finally born with its big cheeks and webbed ankles, such devotion also extended to the conceived child. It was no secret how deep K'uk'ulkan's love was for his wife and child.

[kawaiigirly21]

Just some guys I'm delusional about 🥰🥰🥰

I'm totally normal about them. 100% Might write about them? Lemme know if y'all want a story about any of them. Gonna focus on my marvel mens rn

[buzzkillers]

FABLES & PARABLES 3|?

Summary: You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.

Warning: NON-CON (due to sex pollen) , religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART ONE PART TWO

“Where are you going?” You asked.

The beach-” Your roommate answered, almost soundlessly. Before she took a glance at the pile of blankets and dissertation papers you've become. “I would invite you but you seem too comfy bedrotting to join."

You looked at the mess you’ve become. At the smell you were for sure letting off. But you didn’t want to move. Moving meant having to look at people and trying not to jump them. Moving meant, your guts being twisted and heart aching and the inability to focus on anything but the dryness of her tongue coming back tenfold.

But your roommate was looking at you like that. Like you were a lost cause, and suddenly you remembered where you were. In a new country that you probably couldn't afford to visit again. And you were what? Sitting on your ass? You probably came off like a loser. She probably regretted even bunking with you. So you ignored the twist in your gut, and you smiled. Like a gun was to your head. “Nah, i wanna go.”

“Oh really?” she cocked her head, eyes squinted.

“Yeah, maybe it’ll be good to get some damn fresh air.”

—-

It was not good for you.

You underestimated just how much being inside actually alleviated the cramps that twisted in your gut. The moment you stepped on hot sand, you could just about fall to your knees. But you put up a good front. Instead, you sat at the bon fire that flicked and licked at the sky. A quick wick and you laughed until you felt bile reach up your throat and your eyes linger on everyones body a little bit longer than usual. There's skin showing everywhere and you’re not hiding it. Your eyes lap on exposed skin, crinkled locs, cushioned breasts and the over affectionate throwing of hands put on you.

You were all bundled around a fire.

Combined with your internal heat, you could just about say that you were in hell as your tummies settled with the alcohol and weed gummies. Ok maybe you were being dramatic. This actually was kind of nice. Even if you were currently running hot enough to boil the Atlantic sea. Before around you, murmuring and loud conversations took over the sound of the fire.

“I swear to fucking god,” said one of your classmates with their arms stretched out in the dirt. It was a dude with sallow brown eyes, his hair a wave of braids and sea beads and dark skin that glimmered so much under the moonlight that he kind of looked like a mermaid. Or maybe you were just too crossfaded. He grumbled at the fire. “Im getting a fucking refund, we haven't done shit.”

You all hummed in agreement. Or well you tried to, you hummed and it was more of a strangled gasp. Painful and lacking relief. You felt like shit, looked it too, with sweat beading down your face, as your entire body went slick with perspiration. The fire made it worse. It was taunting you. Each lick and flame forcing even your swimsuit to go damp and damn maybe you were too high.

Whatever.

The merman was right. This was a waste of a trip and none of you actually went to the landmarks you needed. Well, one tried but she simply got stuck in the rain. And then it took her an entire two hours to get back, that was a good enough warning for the lot of you.

“Teotihuacan will be better.” You somehow managed to say cause it had to be, it just had to. This was simply a fluke and this sickness was a fluke and it didn’t take long for everyone to agree and continue muttering more of their grievances before they decided to do something else.

A midnight swim, they said as you guys dipped into the waters. The smell of salty sea and the sunscreen you hazardly sprayed on before you got here invading your nose. Of course, this was probably a stupid idea. You expect that after you put a foot in, somehow the sensation of being high and drunk and then hot and now wet would successfully force you into an early coma.

You pushed forward anyway.

Slowly, you dipped in feet first, the water kissing your knees, till it's wrapped around your neck and you waited, and waited but the consequences never came.

Instead, it's a relief.

A jaw numbing, deep inhaling, blood curdling relief. It's a fist unclenching, and your body going lax as you dipped into the water and felt it cradle you like a babe with its waves in your hair and the rushing of currents at your calves.

In the water you quaked and you swallowed. Then there's a hand on your shoulder. Warm and insistent. As the water breezed over you, washing over your face until the currents embrace felt like fingers that brushed against your thigh. Until it felt like multiple wet, slimy hands were at your hips. Caressing your skin, then digging and pulling and, what happened next was kind of foggy but you remembered one thing. The sight of opal skin, talons at your breast and oh yes–

You started screaming.

.

.

And everyone stared.

–

Somehow afterwards, when the staring turned to worried concern and then uncomfortable silence; you had got up and stumbled to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to you, a shadow followed in your footsteps, a storm covered in golds and jade as the trees protested and the wind whistled in warning, in urgency. It was a malleant effort, but you continued to stumble on the path to the hostel and the shadow continued to watch, to stalk, in faint curiosity and then finally poorly veiled anger. Everything after that was sort of a dream really. A very terrible dream.

____

The hostel was a nightmare of jagged shadows and a creaking AC unit. A place where you didn’t remember taking the elevator nor did you remember stumbling to your room, keycard in hand as the floor slipped beneath your feet. Through the floorboards a song washed through you, a smooth melody, hypnotic and moving you to action but not to speak.

If you were asked to speak, it would not be possible. If you did anything it'd be as if you were stumbling through molasses as the door closed behind you-maybe?- and heat uncurled itself in your lungs and dug its way through your ribs. You felt drunk, high on a drug that you didn’t remember consuming. And if your frontal lobe wasn’t lagging at 2 bits per second, you might’ve been plagued with the question of why and then maybe, with a whisper, help. Please help.

Help with the fire that was beginning to curl in your belly and help with the numbness in the back of your mind and help with the incessant belief that something was fundamentally and irreversibly wrong.

Instead, you crumbled to your knees. Your vision nothing but a ragged cut of film that's been glued together and sewn haphazardly into something that might’ve been memories before you’re back on your feet.

Below, the murmurings and whispers of the tenants bled through the walls, a buzzing t.v, singing children and running baths. “Water.” you think you said, or maybe you just thought it. It was water that made the pain go away wasn’t it? Ocean water but what was the difference between that and what came from the tap? A few minerals and chemicals?

A hum wracked through the room, deep and spellbinding. It could only have come from you.

Then you blinked and you’re in the bathroom. You shifted and your swimsuit shedded off. Outside, wind whistled through an open window.

Another shiver licked up your spine, the skin of your bones rattling. The front door was open again. You should close it. But your bones had turned soft and the floor continued to lean forward, then backwards, the light overhead blinding you. You didn’t close the door.

The music only got closer.

And your hands are pressed into the sink, you're too scared to look in the mirror. It's been like that alot recently, ever since the illness started. Too afraid to look at the black screen on your phone, too afraid to see your reflection in puddles, too afraid to confirm a gnawing sensation. A question that you didn't want an answer to. Behind you, the bath ran hot. The steam clouded your lungs. So you kept your head down, focused instead on the rush of water from the tub you didn't turn on and on the clothes you didn't remember taking off and you took a deep breath.

In response, the bathroom door thumped with a slow, nauseating knock.

You would only have to turn your head.

It would be like the turn of a knob. It would be nothing, it was probably your roommate or your teacher checking on you but you could not look up. Fear kept your focus down as your hair raised and your body shivered.

The tub was still running.

You blinked and you were in the bathroom, in the tub. Everything was ice cold, a turbulent tundra against your veins. And then, the sun stood in your bathroom. A star encompassed in what could only be golden clothes and jewels that twinkled under the fluorescent light.

The sun sighed. "Mortals…..difficult" he turned off the tub. Your feet tangled with muscled calves, a head laid in the crook of your neck.

"I." was all you could say between chattering teeth. It broke through a cotton fog. Something thick and dense that curled at the edge of your skull, buried against bone.

More gold filled your vision. Golden skin, golden jewelry, golden heat that pressed against your skin and made the water overflow from the weight of him.

"Shhh," they whispered, like a melody, like a death sentence before calloused hands pressed into your cheek.

“You’re whining like a hatchling left behind by their mother.” Then a finger brushed at your braids.

“Did you want me to hear you?” He asked.

His voice low in a way that reminded you of ocean currents, of the washing of sand across a beach floor. And in the back of your mind, there's something like a warning. A flashing red light that pounded against your head till the song came back tenfold, and you all but collapsed in the man's arms.

“Who-” Your tongue went heavy in your mouth. What were your trying to say?

A chuckle followed, dry and humorless.

“You pray for me at my altar. You lay yourself bare in the water. You run from me. And yet you ask me who I am?” "

Above you, the stranger shifted. "I should kill you."

Then your legs were being pried apart. Your cunt suddenly split by thick fingers with a thumb on your clit. And just like that, the last remnants of the heat that seemed to plague you for the past couple of weeks washed away, all of that pain and overexertion collapsed into everything but a distant memory. And suddenly you felt silly. The store owner couldn’t have done this, your fingers couldn’t have done this and the familiar need to not be alone, to be surrounded by those that you knew for safety, for relief couldn’t have done this either.

How much time did you waste looking for relief that seemed to only be brought on at this moment.

Above you, the stranger grumbled. “Just know that I am a gracious God.” As the water slipped into your eyes and your lips gasped for breath as if for the first time. "That I am the keeper of promises." Above you the bathroom lights twinkled like stars and the tiled walls gleamed, filling you with glimpses of white, white, white; till your back arched and the orgasm crashed into you like the water, like the stranger whose fingers digged into your ribs.

“There you are.”

And then he was between your legs, something bigger replacing his fingers. “There you are.”

[timetravellingshinigami]

Fave women of all time. 10/10 best characterization. I look for these kinds of female characters everywhere.

[mikyapixie]

🤩🤩🤩

[chxxms]

SHURIRI STANS RISEEEEEEE UP NOW!!!!!!! SHURIRI ARE DATING & NOW CANON IN THE MCU BITCHHHHH WE DID IT 🥳😭🎉

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello dear author,

Would you be interested in writing a love story between one of Namor's generals (female) and him. She is second in comand after Namora, and is fiercely loyal to him, she would die for him. But she is only half talokan (one parent from land, one from talokan- maybe Namor found her and granted her passage and a place is his city). Anyway, she can hear his silent call for his soulmate (maybe he has a special name with which he telepathically calls her, tries to find her, but she keeps quite, thinking it might be a mistake). While on one of his visits to the outside world he stumbled upon a girl who bewitches him, and he is under her spell. Lots and LOTS of angst, but before they are married, on their wedding day reader calls him by his name (Real fact: his mother gave him a name that no one else knows. For his enemies he is Namor, for his people he is K'uk'ulkan, but only he remembers his birth name) and tells him her name that she knew for so long. That snaps the spell on him, they defeat the witch and marry.

Many thanks, can't wait to hear from you if you think you would like to give this story a go.

It’s been so long since I got a Namor request 😄 thanks nonnie!

Masterlist 11

You and Namor are inseparable. Everyone knows you two are the closest of confidants, maybe even friends, aside from Namora and Attuma

Despite your split parentage, Namor held that against you. The past pales in comparison to the present, and he’s always held you in the highest regards.

All of that changes when you least expect it.

He begins to hear her sirens song, curious as to who comes near his waters.

You see him less and less as days turn to weeks to months, and finally a full year. No sparring, or meetings or jests or inside matters as you did before.

The day you meet her is worse than any training or duress you’ve undergone. All of Namor’s attention focuses on her, the citizens begin to adore her, and you are but a mere afterthought.

Is your heartbreak from the jealousy? Or did you simply wish he was only for you, in any other capacity? That his happiness hinges on your “permission”?

You can barely register what you feel upon his prompt announcement of engagement and soon to be nuptials

As the ceremony goes on, you’re nowhere to be found. Hidden away, you can’t bear to t

A name cherished and given by his mother, who loved her surface home before retreating to the ocean.

Just at that moment, the haze clears from his eyes. The washing realization comes over Namor as he sees the panicked expression of the one who stole him away and the up

Once he finds you, you’re more shocked than ecstatic to see him here.

“Can you ever forgive me?”, “…maybe, but I would like to try again…”

An embrace feels more rewarding and healing than a kiss would in this moment.

[ivonhart]

fell down a hole with namor (NOT the comic version of him get that bozo awAY from me - mcu namor on top) and now I wanna write something *I saw as all my unfinished works and requests stare me down*

like hear me out

the reader and him meet and fall in love but the whole time she’s been battling an illness and eventually gets to a point where namor offers the blue plant to her and they get married and blah blah

[multific]

 Eternal Currents

Namor x Reader

Summary: Namor offers you a place in Talokan, but to be with him, you must leave your world behind.

The first time Namor appeared before you, it was like a dream, strange, surreal, and fleeting. 

He emerged from the water as though the ocean itself had crafted him, eyes gleaming and muscles shining in the moonlight.

You should have run.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stood frozen on the rocky shore, watching as the king of the depths observed you with quiet intensity. 

You had heard of him in whispers, a ghost story among sailors and scholars, a myth used to explain things that had no logical answer. 

And yet, here he was. 

Real. Breathtaking. Dangerous.

“You do not belong here,” he said, his voice low, deep, like the current beneath the waves.

You swallowed, pulse quickening. “Neither do you.”

His lips quirked in something resembling amusement. “The ocean belongs to me. I go where I please.”

That first meeting set everything into motion.

---

Namor was not a man who courted mortals. 

You learned this quickly. 

He did not waste words, nor did he shower you with soft promises. What he did was offer you pieces of himself in quiet, cautious moments.

He would bring you coral trinkets, vibrant and unearthly in their beauty. He would guide you through underwater caverns, showing you Talokan’s wonders with a rare softness in his gaze. 

He would listen when you spoke of the world above, even when he disagreed with its ways, and he would share glimpses of his people’s history in return.

Little by little, he became something more than a myth. More than a king. More than a god whispered in fear.

He became yours.

And against every bit of logic you had, you became his.

---

But love was never meant to be simple. 

Not with Namor.

The night he made his offer, the wind howled against the shore.

“Come with me,” he said, watching you closely. “Live in Talokan. Be one of us.”

Your breath caught. 

The words were simple. The meaning was anything but.

You had imagined this moment before, hadn’t you? Some part of you had known it would come. 

But now that it was here, a war raged within your heart.

You wanted him. 

Gods, you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything. 

But Talokan was a world unknown, a world beneath, and leaving your life behind meant severing everything.

Your family, your home, the sky above your head.

Namor stepped closer, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. “I see it in your eyes, the hesitation.” His voice was softer now, reverent almost. “I will not force you, but know this-I am very serious about you.”

You swallowed, heart hammering. “Namor… I don’t know if I can.”

A flicker of something crossed his features. “Because you fear my world?”

“Because I fear losing mine.”

He nodded as if he understood, but his grip on you tightened, firm but not forceful. “You would not be alone.”

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? Because he was right. You wouldn’t be alone. 

But you would be separated from everything you had ever known, from the sunlit world above, from the life you had spent years building.

You took a shaky breath. “Give me time, please.”

He did not like the answer. 

You saw it in the way his jaw tensed, the way the muscle there twitched. But he did not argue.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours in the quietest act of devotion. “I will wait.”

----

The following days were torment.

You tried to convince yourself that staying was the right choice. 

You could go on as before, meeting Namor in stolen moments, loving him in the half-light between your world and his. 

But the idea of watching him disappear beneath the waves, of knowing that there would always be a barrier between you, became unbearable.

One evening, as you stood by the shore where it all began, you closed your eyes and whispered the truth to yourself.

You could not stay.

You turned at the sound of water breaking and found him there, watching, waiting. 

His eyes held a question he did not voice.

Slowly, with purpose, you stepped into the tide.

Namor reached for you, quickly holding you close to him.

You didn't see but you could imagine the smile on his face. 

With a kiss to your temple, he guided you towards the depth, into the unknown.

Into home.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[crystalgemcrusaders]

To Grieve: Namor x Reader [drabble]

[namor x original character]: to grieve

[summary]: another year had passed since your brother's passing. namor listens to you while you express your grief.

[warnings]: no use of y/n or names, pov: second, main character is t'challa's sister, post wakanda forever, grieving, another year without t'challa..

"Today marks another year since I've lost my brother. I...don't know how I managed to pull through without him."

Namor comforting you through the mourning period, the reminder of the passing of T'Challa. He had heard great stories and experiences about your brother and how he left a great impact on Wakanda as not only King but Black Panther. His death had shapened you to take on more responsibilities as a person and for your kingdom. You weren't like how you used to be; careless and playful.

There's nothing but seriousness and an empty void left behind. Namor sensed the discomfort in your posture as memories flood back to your mind. Most were good, others were tragic moments. Namor knows what it's like to loose someone close to him. Not exactly the way T'Challa had passed, but there was no comparison. Right now, it wasn't about him.

His hand rests on top of yours, letting you know that he was there for you. Even though in the beginning when you had first met, you weren't at all fond of him. He nearly killed your sister's girlfriend, or 'associate' as she'd claim. Namor didn't have a good reputation when it came down to you; you were always cautious and stood guard.

But things eventually changed as time progresses and you had both came to understand each other's perspectives and why you did things the way you did for your people and homeland.

"I don't know how my mother can do it. Loosing my father and brother years apart. She lost T'Challa twice and...." As you struggle to finish where you had started, Namor didn't try to interfere, giving you enough space for you to finish on your own. This was a sensitive subject to press on and you were open and vulnerable.

Namor knew that you needed this time to yourself and instead he keeps quiet to let you express your grief.

[risingoftime]

i’m honestly very tired of seeing White writers festishize Black and POC characters in smut fics and talk down upon Black writers and their creations on here.

[mariaxxxxx]

In The End, I Gave In

Summary: Namor makes a proposal: his body in exchange for the princess and the scientist's freedom

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, slight degradation, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), aftercare, curse words, breeding kink. Dark!Namor

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: I went back! And to celebrate my return, here's a story about the dark water father

Work count: 2.000

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“Are you coming?”

You hesitated then. There was no turning back, since you had already made the deal with him and had followed him to his cabin. Your stomach was churning with excitement and fear. Backing out was out of the question. In normal situations you could make up an excuse and leave in an Uber, but being in a situation where the liberation of an African princess, a young college student and world peace were in your hands there was no way to back out.

“I’m going.” You said trying not to stutter.

You followed him inside. Your throat was dry, your stomach was churning and your heart was beating so hard in your chest that the sound echoed through the room. After all, backing out was out of the question.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked.

“No.” You whispered.

“Then why don’t you look me in the eye?”

You sighed and turned to look him in the eye, trying to convey the idea of ​​trust, but he was an experienced and clever man. You smelled of fear and regret. You were shaking like an animal about to be slaughtered and in a way you were; a small fish in a shark’s den.

“I just want this to be over soon.” You said, looking at him genuinely.

“You can give up.”

“We both know that’s not possible. Just take what you want.”

You moved closer to him until you were close. He raised a hand and stroked the line of your jaw with his index finger. There was a passionate glint in his eyes.

“Hurrying won’t get you anywhere, young lady.” He said, he was so close now that your noses were practically touching.

“Just tell me what I have to do.”, you whispered.

“Just relax, my girl. I’ll take good care of you.”

Namor’s hands ran down your sides, then stopped just below your breasts covered by a green cotton bra, caressing them with his calloused fingers. You shivered, biting your lower lip. You placed your hands on Namor’s chest, offering him a forced smile. You pushed him away and walked to the wall full of drawings with Mesoamerican features just to breathe and try to calm your heart.

You shivered when you felt his breath on the shell of your ear. Your body shuddered, gripping the hem of your blouse tightly. Namor bit your earlobe, sinking his sharp canines in. The presence of the man behind you, caressing the sides of your body and leaving trails of bites and hickeys on your neck. He had hidden his face in the curve of your shoulder, pressing wet kisses to the exposed skin there. Slowly but skillfully, he undid the buttons of your blouse one by one. Once your blouse was off your body, he pulled your bra hard to rip it off, exposing your breasts. The cold of the room hit you, your skin shivering. You wanted to cover your breasts, push him away, walk away. No man had ever seen you like this. His hands grabbed your breasts; caressing the soft flesh and pinching your nipples until they were erect, hard and sensitive to the touch. A sigh escaped you. You had been waiting a long time for this. Waiting for the right man who would be the first and the last. Now, here you were giving up your virginity in exchange for freedom. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time, it felt right that he was first, but wrong how things were arranged.

Your breath caught in your throat as Namor pulled your jeans down with your panties coming right after. And just like that, your body was exposed to your captor. Your skin was hot all over. Namor took off your golden adornments and placed them on the wooden table. He dragged his hands down your body from your breasts to your belly, stopping just inches before your pussy. Your legs were closed and rigid, preventing any contact.

“Open your legs.” He ordered.

You didn’t want to obey him; you wanted to push him away and run away from there. Go far away with Riri and all this mess with underwater nations and vibranium. You wished you hadn’t agreed to participate in this project alongside your roommate. It was just a childish idea, you had thought at the time, the metal was untraceable. But fate seemed to have played a trick on you with a corrupt professor who sold the project to the American government, the princess and the bald warrior in your dorm and now the leader of a great nation taking away your innocence.

“No.” You said trying to sound brave, but it came out as a weak whisper.

Namor didn’t seem willing to argue he just grabbed your right thigh and pinched it hard until you screamed and your legs parted involuntarily. He flicked your clit a few times with his middle finger, and then rubbed it slowly in circles. A sound of pleasure escaped your mouth, your head tilted back. He went faster, rubbing his finger back and forth between your wet folds. Namor pushed one finger inside and then another. You cried out at the new sensation.

“Tight. So tight.” He said in your ear. “I need to prepare you well, my girl.”

You thought you should be offended and angry, but for some reason, you weren’t. He opened and closed his fingers like scissors, touching a very sensitive spot; you moaned even louder and pushed your hips back, seeking more contact.

“Please...” You whispered between pathetic moans and supplications. He continued to move his fingers inside you and with his thumb he rubbed your swollen and sensitive clitoris. That was enough to make you tremble, your lower abdomen contract and your legs weaken. You exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm that took the air from your lungs.

Your body was limp and trembling with small spasms caused by the climax, your clitoris throbbed and your pussy gushed with excitement. Namor removed his fingers from inside your pussy. You dared to look down only to find his fingers wet and your thighs moist.

“What a good girl.” He purred in your ear. “If I were young and a little foolish I would have married you. A wet and willing woman is very rare these days.”

You wanted to slap him to death. You weren’t willing, you never were! He had compelled you to do this with a promise of peace and freedom for you and your fellow inmates.

“I’m not willing.” You replied between breaths.

“If you weren’t, your pussy wouldn’t be this wet.” He pressed his body against yours and you could feel his cock in your ass. “You’ve been attracted to me since you arrived, girl. All it took was for me to push you over the edge.”

“I hate you!”

“Good. Hatred is better than indifference.”

You heard Namor undo the thick belt and then take off the thong. Anticipation was growing in your stomach. For a few seconds nothing happened. You didn’t dare turn your head to watch him, until you felt the head of his cock brushing against your opening.

It takes a few tries to locate your virgin slit, he grabs your hips, and uses his cock to slam against your pussy, sliding in a single thrust. Namor was pushing in slowly, but you were shaking all over. In pain, you reached back and placed a hand on his hip, stopping him like a silent plea. He understood and waited.

A few moments passed before he started thrusting again. It was slow, but he was pounding hard. You propped yourself up on your tiptoes and spread your open hands on the mural, trying to get comfortable, trying to forget the pain. He was big, thick and relentless. You could feel him so deep inside you that not even your vaginal lubrication was able to soothe the discomfort. When he began to thrust, moving your hips towards his cock, you let out sounds through your mouth and tears in your eyes.

“Stop...” You swallowed the rest of the sentence when he contoured his hand to your clitoris and stimulated it, causing a feeling of discomfort and pleasure. It was sensitive and hard. “No... Stop...”

He didn't listen to you. His thrusts became faster, stronger, and you could feel your breasts swaying with the force he exerted. You closed your eyes tightly, unaccustomed to the idea of ​​sharing your body, unaccustomed to the idea of ​​having someone inside you. Tears began to fall, Namor's fingers continued to work even faster and his cock was relentless inside you. In and out, out and in.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” He murmured between moans and growls of pleasure. “So good. Such a good girl with such a tight, wet pussy.”

Namor pressed your clit hard and you came again, this time around his cock. Your eyes closed with a loud moan as heat coursed through your body. Your walls clenched around him, he purposefully fucked you hard, riding out his own release. He fucked you harder, faster, and more relentlessly. You screamed as he slammed into you one last time, spilling all of his cum inside your pussy.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, breathing heavily in your ear. With a long sigh of completion, he patted your ass and pulled away. For a while, you both sat in silence, catching your breath until you looked down and noticed a pearly tear running down your legs to the floor. You turned around suddenly, furious, and screamed at him. “What’s your problem? You came inside me. I’m not on the pill.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, not really paying attention to the problem. He was getting dressed; covering his softening cock with his thong and covering his forearms with vibranium jewelry. You slid against the wall until your bare ass was on the floor, naked and curled up, too embarrassed to move.

“I can’t have a baby.” You whispered, fighting back the tears and the trembling in your chest at the possibility of having conceived a child with this man.

“It would be a great honor for you to carry my child.” He said, looking at you. “But I will ask my servant to make an herbal infusion. Now, get dressed and go back to your friends.”

He finished getting dressed and walked over to your version huddled against the wall. You were shaking with cold, shame and pleasure. That man was capable of taking all of that out of you. He crouched down until he was at your height and, for the first time, you really saw him. Looking deep into his onyx-colored eyes.

“Will you keep your promise?” You asked. He took a while to answer. His eyes seemed conflicted as if a dispute was taking place inside him. With a very long sigh, Namor stood up and looked down at you. In that position he looked even more imposing and you small and pathetic.

“Yes.” He said simply before turning and walking away, leaving you alone behind.

[g4yforethan]

safety net

pairing: namor x male!reader

summary: reader goes for a swim and wakes up in namors throne

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: sorry for being inactive recently school sucks also might make this into multiple parts but idk yet !

it was a clear day. temperatures had risen up to 100 degrees and there was no a/c in your house. luckily for you, the beach was a 5 minute walk so you decided to go in for an afternoon swim. you told your family goodbye and headed down to the beach. you took your shirt and shoes off and ran straight into the ocean. after a few minutes of swimming, you started to swim further away from shore. by this point, you couldn't feel the sand anymore and started to feel the water at your neck. "fuck-fuck- HELP!" you screamed for help but there was no one around. you screamed and started to lose consciousness when you felt something grab your foot and drag you underneath.

you woke up in a room. it wasn't a hospital room. a lady enters and offers you food. she was blue. her entire body was blue. you thought you were dead when all of a sudden you hear a voice. "he's up already? thought he would be knocked out for a couple more hours at least." a man enters the room. he had wings on his ankles and had a toned and muscular build. he sits across from you and and starts to admire you. "who are you? am i dead?" he laughs at your response while you were confused. "no not at all. see i heard a scream coming from above and went to rescue whoever it was. my name is kukulkan but others call me namor." you still were confused on where you were or what powers he possessed.

"and so you're like a superhero? like an avenger?" he was confused by what you said and got up and sat next to you. "i'm not whatever you just called me. i'm a mutant. a being from millions of years ago. my people stay here because water is what they breathe but for me i can breathe both air and water." you had put the pieces together. growing up, you heard about a legend of a man who lives in the water waiting to attack one who crosses his path. now he was sitting next to you. "so what do you want? are you gonna kill me? kidnap me?" he put his hand on your shoulder. "my love i'm not gonna do anything to harm you."

you looked in his eyes and felt what he felt. he was in love. love at first sight if you will. he gets closer to you and pulls in for a kiss. your lips meet as he puts his hands on your hair as yours touch his broad shoulders. “wow. you’re a really good kisser for being an ancient being.” he laughed and kissed you again. “my love there’s more where that came from.” you blushed and kissed his lips. soon as things started to get racy, a guard enters the room. you look up and see her as namor was on top of you. she notes this and immediately exits the room.

his hands touch your waist and his lips leave marks on your neck. you moan in pleasure. he pauses to catch his breath. “amor i never asked you your name.” “oh um it’s y/n.” “y/n? that’s a beautiful name my love.” he kisses you again and again. the sun began to set as it started to turn dark. “um i think i should head home now. my parents are probably really worried.” he looked at you in disappointment. “will you come back my love?” “yes of course. i just- i need time to think about what the fuck is going on okay?” he laughed and agreed. he took you home and gave you a kiss goodbye. you watched as he entered the water and disappeared.