#namor of Talocan

[monsterlovefantasy]

To all Nashuri/Namuri and Namor x reader fanfics writers

I am from the Yucatan peninsula, Mexico, I think I can give you some tips to differentiate Spanish words from Mayan words: Mayan words usually have these signs ´´´´ between letters, they also constantly use the letters X, CH, T, K ,H, as well as W, Y, N, J, B. Mayan words usually repeat vowels like áa,ée, íi,óo,úu (take Líik'ik Talokan as a reference). Please be careful with the translators, remember that Namor hates Spanish as much as he hates the colonizers. https://instagram.com/josuemaychi?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= This is the IG of Josué Maychi, the mayan adviser and who played of the shaman of talokan; he is a Mayan speaker from the peninsula, you can look at his publications as references, he writes in Maya in most of them

[artaxerxesthegreat]

I FINALLY KNOW K’UK’ULKAN’S NAME!!!!!!!

ITS CH’AH TOH ALMEHEN!!!!!!!

[risingoftime]

𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 | 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗

summary: Namor can't help himself when he fantasizes about you and the night you spent together. The God is clouded by desire and needs, as you're the only one who's ignited a fire within him. If he can't have you, he'll create a world where it's possible, even if it's in his mind.

word count: 0.6k (a tease I know)

warnings: smut, masturbation, hand jobs, forbidden lust, risky behaviour, needy!Namor, mentions past p in v. namor pov.

18+ | minors do not interact

➴ feel free to send me more thots

I have lived decades upon decades and have never found a woman who kept me on my toes like her. I’ve grown lonely and impatient. Death has been a never-ending theme in these forsaken waters, outliving everyone I’ve ever loved. She showed me that there is more beyond the surface. I was plagued by the memories of last night and the sound of my name rolling off of her tongue. I found myself throbbing, needing to feel her lips pressed against my skin. I took my length in my hands, stroking myself in slow motions, imagining how it would feel to have her lips wrapped around it. I felt my erection grow hard and heavy at the thought.

With a frustrated sigh, I sat on my bed with my legs parted slightly, biting back a rising moan as the roughness of my palm drove me to sweet insanity. I couldn’t resist the visions of her sucking and gagging, kneeling before me. I was thrusting against my own touch with the same desperation from the night before. The rush of heat runs through me at the thought of taking her to my bed and making love to her endlessly. Fantasizing about the noises and faces that she might make sent me over the edge. I stiffened my grip around my dick, allowing myself to embrace the friction as I raised my hips to grind against my hand. I settled into a regular rhythm, imagining her tight walls instead of my palms.

“Oh fuck” I emitted a low moan as I wiped off the thin coat of wetness from the tip. I felt as if my body was on fire, and the calm waters didn’t subside my body’s desires.

Namor began breathing heavily, curling his toes as flashes of her face clouded his mind. His pace went faster, moving his hand up and down while slightly squeezing his shaft. Namor thought of her skin that glistened against the moonlight and stars. Her lips parted slightly as she pushed her hips against his. He imagined her soft pussy getting wet just for him. She’s as hot and slick around his dick as his fingers. Now, his head is genuinely spinning and shifting between reality and fantasy. He had no choice but to pause to catch his breath before beginning again.

The feathered God released a strangled gasp as he felt his abdomen tense and coil, begging for release. Trapping his erection in his hand, he continued grinding against himself in circular directions. Envisioning himself rubbing against her entrance. Arching his back and spreading his legs further, pleading for more until he could no longer hold it in. Finally, his hand was engulfed with wet heat, and he thrust his dick until he felt raw against his grasp.

A sense of clarity came over him after he reached orgasm. The illusions he created in his mind slowly slipped away, and the realization of what he had just done was all that was left. He would do it again and again without shame. Namor knew it would be a while until he could have her under him again. But that didn’t mean a God couldn’t dream.

[nadaroule]

He's just so!!! So!!

[amphitritesmuse]

Request by: anonymous

Original Request: May I request namor x surface dweller reader when reader declines his proposal? Not because she doesn’t want to be married to him, but because she couldn’t be in the ocean with him and it would hurt her too much to be away from him for so long?

Pairing: Namor x surface-dweller!Reader

Word Count: 1,094

Warnings: Sad and heart-wrenching moments

A/N: Hey nonnie! I hope you like this one-shot, I am truly sorry it took this long, I had to study for my final exam and it’s been a stressful few weeks! I changed the storyline a bit and made the reader Wakandan (the last time I promise, guys) I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, enjoy, tell me what you guys think!!

Translations:

Teech ts'o'ok in echado u menos: I have missed you so much

In yakunaj: My love

In ch'ujuk: My sweet 

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Dawn broke over the sky as the sun chased away the leaden clouds. I looked beyond the water to the city of gold of Birnin Zana that had been built over hundreds of years ago. Under the sunshine, the city rose like a blinding beacon and it reminded everyone of the home to the most technologically advanced nation of the world. I closed my eyes and all I could hear was the beating of my heart and the murmuring of the sea waves kindling their own hypnotic symphony. Though, I had been much too anxious to admire the beauty of the sea and the skies that crowned over it.

‘What happens now?’ I pondered to myself.

Mother would curse my name at the Gods if she were to realize that I had fallen involuntarily in love with the man that was a threat to our people and the city. Countless have been the times where I examined my heart and searched deep within myself and I was more certain in my decision that he was the man I loved. Forever.

All the sudden, I feel the cool sea waves crash against my feet, sending chills down my spine. I open my eyes and notice a dark figure emerging from under the waves. I could not help it as my lips wreathed in a smile, knowing it was him. I ran towards Namor and he laughed as he swept me into his arms and inhaled the scent of my perfume, my hair and the cold morning air on my skin.

“Teech ts'o'ok in echado u menos,” he whispered gently in my ear in his native tongue. His soothing voice tantalizing every cell of my being. I flushed under his gaze and reach my arms out taking his face into my palms, his beard slightly tickling my fingers. 

“I’ve missed you too, K'ukulkan.”

A soft chuckle escapes from Namor. “It sounds nicer coming from the lips of the woman I love than all the soldiers and generals that are in my command.”

I giggled at his words and pressed my lips against his. The smell of his skin, the feel of his strong arms around my torso brought tears to my eyes as I felt a deep longing to be with him, and I wondered whether he thought the same as me when he had to return to Talocan. These differences between the Wakandans and Talokanil always made my ire rose, especially since we could very well put our differences aside and learn to become powerful allies instead of bearing such hatred for one another. It’s what aaba would have wanted and possibly our ancestors too. To live in harmony, just as Namor and I had chosen to do so.

“(Y/N),” Namor spoke, a smile touching his lips. “Do you recall when we first met and I had shared the story of the Spanish man with you, who cursed me with the nickname, el niño sin amor.”

“The child without love,” I whisper, sighing heavily. “It is where you took your name from.”

“Yes,” Namor replied. “Because I had no love for the surface world.”

I look at him, puzzled at his reasoning for telling me this story as I had already been familiar with it. Namor reached his hand to my face, and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.“You calm the storm in my heart, in yakunaj,” Namor continued, “You are the peace that I have not been able to find in a very long time.”

He takes my hands into his and all the sudden, my hear begins to race in my chest as he is gazing up at me...in a kneeling position.

Namor paused momentarily before saying, “The Spanish man’s curse has broken when I laid my eyes upon you. The only surface dweller I have come to love and I want to hold your hand as we walk through eternity together. Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Will you rule Talocan alongside of me as my Queen?”

I stood in front of the man I loved and my hands began to tremble at his proposal. I felt the hems of my dress tickle my ankles as the cool breeze blew. I sighed and gazed at the beauty yet mysterious vastness of the ocean while I tried to make sense of Namor’s words but nothing could escape my lips.

 Though his words struck me, I knew I would not be able to live in Talocan as I had grown very fond of my own quiet world in Wakanda whereas Namor’s world never stopped. My lips quivered as thoughts of living under the enormity of the ocean roamed my mind.

“H-how?” I finally ask, looking back into his mysterious eyes.

“When I return to Talocan, all I can think about is you. When I am supposed to be thinking of important matters regarding my people and my kingdom, all I can think of is how you want to be hidden away from the rest of the world. (Y/N),” he said passionately, “I want you by my side as the soulmate that I have been searching for for all these centuries.” 

I wanted to close my eyes and step into the shelter of his embrace, but for some odd reason my legs wouldn’t budge.

“In ch'ujuk, I do not doubt your love for me, I have never.” I say, smiling sadly, and as the next words came out of my lips, I almost felt his heart breaking into a million pieces before me. “I...cannot live in Talocan and I promise this is not because I do not have love for you. I just cannot abandon my Mother in such a way and I am not prepared in my heart to take upon such an incredible task. I know nothing of ruling a kingdom, especially one that is underwater. I feel that I am unfit.”

Namor sighs and as he stands, he looks beyond the sea where the sun reflected upon the sparkling waves. 

He turns his attention back to me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him. “I understand your worries, in yakunaj. Just know in your heart that my old soul will always belong to you, and whenever you are ready, it matters not when, I am willing to wait and so is Talocan.”

“Do you promise?” I whisper.

Namor chuckled and softly kissed my forehead. “If you promise to keep my heart then I promise to leave it with you.” 

[multiversxwhore]

Who wants to run a train on Namor and Attuma ???👀 🥴🥴🥴 we gone be waiting for em at the shore line with a big ass fish net

[intothemultifandom]

– 𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐀 || 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫

SUMMARY: If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it. Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea. PAIRINGS: Namor x Eternal!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff ; light angst ; spoilers for Eternals (2021)

If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it.

Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.

In the aftermath of Ajak’s death, of Sersei’s frantic call that detailed what was happening–it didn’t take you too long to gather your belongings, to retrieve all the documents you needed just in case before you rushed behind your house, down the pathway and towards the secluded formation that was hidden deep behind your home.

In the cove you’d created decades ago, he waits for you as he always does. Somehow always finding his way back to your little hideout, again and again, as devoted as the waves that lapped at your shore.

Skin beaded with water, dark eyes pinned on you, always on you–the man you find does not match the names he’d been given over the past five hundred years, a fraction to your own existence. 

K'uk'ulkan. Niño sin amor. Namor. 

Legends only ever depicted him as one of two things: The merciless feathered serpent god worshipped by a long existing culture or the child without love, he who would light the world aflame if only he was not shackled to the ocean. 

Here in this refuge you’d created, however, you’d learned that he was more than just that. Had spent nearly four hundred years unearthing every cavern of his mind, body and soul.

Without saying it, you know his worry has guided him through the currents today. 

“I came to make sure you were unhurt after the Earthquake,” he says lowly, lacking the teasing lilt he often greeted you with. “But it seems you might know more than me already...”.

The armour you wear is dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, something he has not seen before in all of your years together.

Wearing it not even a week after the world felt Tiamut’s movement is all the evidence he needs, a damning fact that the tremors felt all over the world are more than what they are. 

Slowly, Namor rises from the water and as he does, sea-foam bubbles around him, the worry you weren’t even aware had begun to fester dispersing just the same. 

“I take it this is not for pleasure?” he continues, his nonchalance contradicted by the twitch of winged ankles. 

“I’m afraid not,” you reply in lieu of your normal greeting.

His eyes linger on the glow of your hands, of the way your shoulders and arms are taught in a way he is unfamiliar with and you’re warmly reminded that he is not the only one who has been made bare before in this cove. 

As detailed as you can, you explain to him what you had learned in the past few hours: Arishem had created your family to evolve the human species, not for their own betterment; but so their progression could provide enough energy for a Celestial to emerge from the Earth’s core once the Deviants were eliminated.

The world is ending, you reveal, almost choking on the cold, ugly truth. 

When Sersei had explained it the first time, between rasped breaths and soft cries, you didn’t allow yourself time to lament what it all meant.

But now, seeing what you’ve come to consider the architect of your very being in front you, the truth unravels in a way that you cannot deny what it is.

An anchor that will drown you, or has drowned you already, considering all you’ve lost before. The people, memories, the love. 

"We’ve never fought a Celestial before,” you admit, thinking of Thena, anguished and desperate, the echo of infinity seared into her gaze, before you think of your people and of him. “But we want this planet to be our last. I want it to be my last.” 

It is not the words, but they might as well be.  

In an instant, Namor grips your wrist, pulling you back into him as you huff with surprise. 

His arms band around your waist, keeping you caged where he can nose along the column of your neck, hear the hitch in your breath at his closeness.

“If this is then true, tell me why I shouldn’t persuade you to stay with me?” he growls lowly at the base of your throat, easily shifting between calm and not, as fluid as the sea. “I could compel you to stay here where it’s safe, where you can stay here with me,”.

You can’t help but groan under the ministrations of his teeth on your skin when he begins to nibble, hands moving towards his face as you summon every ounce of sensibility in you to turn his head away. A hard feat, given the way your blood sings as slivers of his siren melody bleed into his words. 

“Because though you would rather see the world burn, you would protect your people by any means necessary,” you gasp, feeling your fondness for him swell when he stills, caught.

For Talocan, Namor would protect his Kingdom by any means and at any cost. Even if he despised the rest of the world and would gladly burn the surface asunder, he would not condemn his people to burn, too. 

You and your family, as splintered as they’ve come to be, are the greatest gamble he can take to save them and everyone else. Even if it means he can’t join you.

Silent in his defeat, Namor–sweet, enchanting Namor– tilts your head to his languidly, leaning forward and bringing you in a kiss that makes you both want to leave and surrender yourself to him all at once.

Humming, he slots your mouths together even more as he shifts you in his arms, and you have to swallow the moan the bubbles in your throat once he pulls away, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. 

“The ocean has given me many miracles, mi puksik’al. But it has also given me many tragedies...” he says hoarsely, after a moment.

Leaning his forehead against your own to stare you deep in the eyes, it’s a wonder he’s only ever been called cruel and monstrous things when he all he is is bewitching. Wondrous even as he pleads: “I cannot afford one more, [Your Name].” 

As he breathes, you press your nose against his and do the same. Feeling your heart break and mend all at once as you take life from his breath. 

When you first landed on Earth, you found that there was no greater resource on the planet than its ocean. Deep, vast and endless. A force that could give as easily as it took away. 

You’d revered it and its various forms the same way you did the man before you. Perhaps less than him now, you admit in this moment, when he leans back and brushes his lips against the crown of your head. 

“Come back to me,” comes the murmur. “Meent’ uts”.

Closing your eyes, all you can do is nod as you take in the scent of salt and tears, rasping, “E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” as you surge upward to breathe him in once more. 

NOTES:

Since all the Eternals all belong to different ethnic groups, Reader is Polynesian. I imagine her living somewhere on the island of Niue, as it is a coral atoll and has natural coves and chasms already though you can imagine otherwise.  

The way Reader “takes life from his breath” when pressing their forehead against Namor’s references the Maori people and the action of the hongi, which recalls the Māori legend of the creation of the first earthly woman, Hineahuone. She was formed from clay by the creator god Tāne, who then breathed life into her nostrils.

“E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” is a Samoan proverb meaning that life may take someone far from home but they will always return. Case and point: Reader and Namor. 

E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai = The toloa bird flies far, but will always return to the water.

I am not an expert in the Mayan/Yucate language, which I believe is the main language Namor speaks, but I’ve taken the following translations from various online sources and apologise sincerely if its not quite right. Please correct me where I’m wrong and I’ll note it down for future reference. I’d also appreciate any reputable linguistic sources for all my fanfics moving forward, but anyway:

mi puksik’al = my heart

Meent’ uts = please

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Black Panther

I cannot get it out of my head. 

Shuri X Namor is an enemies to lovers ship in a major franchise and it has two people of color in it. It gives Beauty and the Beast contextuality if you really look - but you know what it gives even more? Hades and Persephone. 

A kidnapped daughter of a Queen into the underworld. 

And the way he was looking at her... it makes burning the world together seem romantic. 

His mother’s bracelet. 

His kingdom. 

Her choice not to kill him.

Her strengh to form an alliance with him. 

Her understandment of exactly how similar they are. 

They share tragedy and love.

Enemies to lovers does begin with an act of war most of the times, but sympathy soon settles in. 

[rymslim]

K'uk'ulkan stepback...

just wanted to try and draw that one moment from the movie.

time to go to bed and hope I don't hate this in the morning.

PROCESS VIDEO

[bestwitchsam]

❤️😍

[monsterlovefantasy]

A little help of mayan love words to fanfics writers

1- I'm in love with you

2- I love you with all my heart

3- I love you

4- I love you (more intense)

[annachum]

Just for laughs but imagine sometime after BP 2

Attuma, Namora and several other Talokanils be start singing a cover of ' She's In love ' from Little Mermaid Broadway musical as they sing about Namor becoming smitten with Shuri ( except the song is called ' He's in love ' )

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[risingoftime]

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖑 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 o 𝖗𝖎𝖗𝖎

“I told you I could make you purr.”

summary: Shuri wanted to learn Riri’s anatomy, studying and caressing her most delicate features. Listening to her moans and cries like a melody almost drove them to sweet insanity.

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, fingerfucking, begging, open sex, semi-public, face riding, Dom!Shuri, cum swallowing, praise

18+ | minors do not interact

➴ feel free to send me more thots

I carefully observed her every move as she navigated and worked in my laboratory. She wore a white tank top with no bra, tied above her belly button to expose her abdomen. Her nipples were erect against the chill air as she hammered away at the steel. I couldn’t help but notice how sculpted and toned her arms were. Riri’s muscles constricted with each blow. Her dark skin shined against the flying sparks and torch glow. Her focus on the task was sharp, yet her features remained soft as she worked. I’ve been fascinated with Riri since I first talked to her at her MIT dorm. I found it comical that she prioritized her education before Wakanda. She was offered sanctuary in a nation that doesn’t take it lightly to outsiders and was concerned about her schoolwork. I’m rarely denied, even rarer, meeting a woman who is an engineering prodigy like myself. In some ways, we were the same. After all, it’s her mind that called out to me. I called her a child before we met, but the person before me was nothing but. She is a woman with unrelenting knowledge, a fierce attitude, and undying loyalty to those she loves. I can see why my mother sacrificed her last breath for her. We both have a heart made of iron and steel—an Ironheart.

“Stalking me as a cat does to a mouse, I see why y’all got the name Black Panther.” I hadn’t realized that while I admired Riri and her craftsmanship, she was acutely aware of my ogling. “You’re not subtle in the slightest,” she giggled as if she knew what I was thinking.

“You’re comparing me to a kitten,” I laughed. It’s difficult not to smile around her when she makes it so easy. But, unfortunately, the scientist would only stay for only a few more days. A part of me didn’t want her to return and to keep her safely locked away in my laboratory.

“Not a kitten, a cat, and I bet I could make you purr like one too,” she remarked.

I raised my eyebrows in response, “is that a threat or a promise?” Riri’s grin widened at my words.

“Whatever you want it to be, Princess.”

Riri is the only one besides family that seldom addresses me without my princess title. I don’t know if it’s because she’s American and doesn’t know much about royal customs or if she sees me as her equal. But the emphasis on the word let me know it was indeed the latter. Generally, I would make an example of anyone who dared to do so, and I plan on doing the same with Riri.

I rolled my shoulders back to straighten my posture, similar to how my mother stood when addressing her court and strolled towards her workspace. I’ve mocked my mother many times, and it came easy. However, as I came closer, Riri became visibly nervous, squirming underneath my scrutiny as she lowered her tools. Her iron suit was almost finished, and I badly wanted to examine the work that she’s done, but I had another mission that I must complete first. I stopped in front of Riri once we were face to face, slightly towering over her due to my height.

“Do you know what happens to those who threaten me?” I smiled coyly as I watched her swallow the lump in her throat. Seeing the effect that I have on her stirred something within me. I first felt it when I walked into Riri’s dorm as I signalled for her to be quiet, and she obeyed. After that, I couldn’t fight the curiosity to see how far she’d go and if she’d decide to disobey me.

“I’m sure you’re going to show me either way,” she replied.

“See, that’s what I like about you. You have a smart mouth.”

In an instant, the nerves that I once saw dissipated. I wiped off the black mechanic oil that was smeared on her collarbone. Riri’s eyes lowered to where my fingers lingered before making eye contact.

“So you finally admit it?” Riri asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Trust me. I wouldn’t go through the hassle otherwise. You have endless potential. Young, gifted, and Black, as you said. I won’t let Namor harm you if I have my way.” I wanted to say more, but I didn’t want to expose the depth of my feelings Not until I knew we would leave our battle against Namor alive.

“Is that the only reason why you like me?” I knew what she was implying.

“Prove your loyalty and fight by my side. Maybe I’ll tell you once the plan is executed” I wasn’t going to make a promise that I could not keep. But if Riri and I were right about our theory regarding Namor, then we might have a chance at defeating the God and forcing him to bow down to Wakanda.

“Your mother treated me like one of her own, and I’ll fight for her time and time again. I’ll fight beside you, Shuri,” she exclaimed.

My hands lowered to her waist, pulling her closer to me, so our chests were flush against each other. I could feel the rise and fall of her breath and her heart rate picking up. After ingesting the Talokan plant to complete the genome for the heart-shaped herb, I’ve been gifted with abilities that go far beyond imagination. Of course, I knew what came with consuming the Vibranium-rich plant, but having its power at my disposal would take some adjustments.

I traced shapes against her bare skin as I spoke, “Even if it means your life will be at risk?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

Riri looked like she was in a daze when her eyes met mine.

I didn't dare remove my hands from her bare waist, afraid that if I made any sudden movements, she would pull away as our faces were mere inches apart. Instead, I stole a glance at her lips. They looked soft and full. The thought of how her lips would feel against mine was all-consuming. I couldn't help myself as I began to lean forward to kiss her. The kiss started as gentle, but that didn’t last long once Riri began sucking on my bottom lip. I felt aroused with anticipation when I slipped my tongue against hers. Riri wrapped her arms around me as I gripped her ass to pick her up, massaging her in my hands before I sat her on the edge of the desk.

I rubbed my fingers against her clit in circular motions, feeling how slick and wet her pussy could get before I pushed my fingers deep inside her. Then, I slowly trailed my fingers against her lips, teasing her.

“Shuri, I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel you inside me,” she rasped.

Riri moved her hips to grind against my hand, urging me to go further. I felt her breath against my lips as she held back a moan.

“You want to feel me inside of you? then beg”

“Princess, please, I need you,” she whispered.

I stroked her until my fingers began to soak with her juices. I loved the effect that I had on her.

“Princess Shuri,” she groaned.

Hearing how my name rolled off her lips made me frantic for more. I inserted two fingers into her entrance, feeling her walls tighten around me. I took my time entering bit by bit before I started rhythmically moving my fingers in and out. I kept my eyes trained on her as my other hand wrapped around her neck, applying pressure. Riri let out a stream of words that were too sinful to repeat—desperately clinging to me and begging me not to stop. At this point, my fingers were dripping.

“I want you to cum for me baby,” I commanded.

I thrust my fingers inside her, keeping pace as I felt Riri clench her thighs together, creating friction between us. I couldn’t stop my racing thoughts of wanting to fuck her senselessly, showing a side of her that only a few see. Shuri wanted to learn Riri’s anatomy, studying and caressing her most delicate features. Listening to her moans and cries like a melody almost drove me to sweet insanity.

Riri’s legs began to shake in ecstasy as she rode Shuri’s hand until she reached orgasm.

“Fuck” she gasped.

Grasping her chin and tilting it up, I took my fingers out from inside her and brought them to her mouth to suck on them.

“Taste yourself,” I said.

I watched as she tenderly sucked her cum off my fingers before licking her lips. In a second, my mouth was over hers, sloppily. I felt like Earth stuttered on its axis and was just us. I was captivated by her.

Riri’s breath tickled my skin when she whispered, “Now it’s your turn.”

Before I could register what was happening, Riri cleared the workspace, throwing all its contents on the floor and pulled me down on top of her. She flipped us over, so I was under her, shocked. Riri didn’t hesitate when she skillfully unzipped my pants and discarded them. I didn’t know that she had this side of her, the side that was dying to be dominant. Riri lazily left kisses along my thighs, getting closer to my centre each time until her face hovered above my panties. She rubbed her tongue along the cloth that was already damp from earlier. The warmth of her mouth so close to the most vulnerable parts of myself left me yearning for more. Then, as if she already knew what I was going to say, Riri removed my underwear, leaving me bare against the cool laboratory air, causing shivers to run down my spine. Without breaking eye contact, she delved her tongue into my core, flicking her tongue up and down. She pulled my hips down harder against her face for her mouth to have more access. Gaping at how her tongue skillfully maneuvered from my lips to my clit. I couldn’t stop the gasp and pants that escaped once she started sucking on it, engulfed in wet heat.

“Shit, Riri, you feel so good.”

I was dizzy for more as I roughly pushed myself against her mouth, silently demanding her to continue and running my hands down her braids, clutching her head as I drunkenly rode her face until I began to feel breathless. This intense desire had me in a frenzy. Finally, my heart started pounding, and my head became light.

“You’re going to make me—” I cut off by my moans as I watched her mouth become covered with more saliva and my juices. She hummed encouragingly, and I inhaled sharply once I felt the sweet release. Riri’s eyes were trained on me, watching the faces that I made when the sparks of bliss seared throughout my body. Lust clouded over her and I.

“That’s it, Princess, show me how much you want it” She replaced her tongue with her hand and latched onto my neck, sucking until she left her mark. Letting out animalistic noises that were inconceivable to me. The sound of our pants and her fingering me was loud throughout my lab. I dug my nails into her back, holding on as if she was going to disappear before my eyes. I’m feverishly overwhelmed with sinful delights. My thoughts stopped racing once I recognized the sounds that escaped my lips whilst Riri made her way closer to my ear.

“I told you I could make you purr.”

a/n: this is my first time posting my writing here, and I want to write more Shuri fics! send me requests babes ✧⋆｡°

[2c4sk]

So here an unpopular opinion:

If the MCU is going to give Namor love interest it should me Storm (Ororo Munroe) and Shuri could end up with Riri Williams, I can’t be the only one having sensed the chemistry between this two 👀

And if they’re going to make Namor the obsessed kind of loved it should be with a poc since I don’t see him being head over heels for a white person🤷🏽‍♀️

[rzl5495]

🟢 My ppl call me, Ah K'uk'ulkan 🟢

[multiversxwhore]

Idk wtf they put in Black Panther 2 but I ain’t been right ever since 🤣