#namor of talokan x reader

[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.

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Una Noble Reina - Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 - Son sus mensajeros 

Notes: - Insert stereotypical fanfiction is late excuse here -   

1 Month Prior To Your Move - Talokan - Underwater Cavern

It had been just over two months since K'uk'ulkan had made the decision to begin looking for Talokan’s queen once again. To say the search had been fruitful would be a gross overstatement. Much to the god’s chagrin he hadn’t even managed to start a proper search. His cousin Namora and one of his best generals Attuma had taken it upon themselves to help coordinate the search effort. This would not have been a problem if not for the fact that neither can agree on how to go about locating the queen. 

“We need to request the help of Wakanda. Scoping out the shoreline from a distance isn’t going to cut it.” Attuma boldly suggested. 

“The entire point of finding Le Reina is to have an advantage over the Wakandans. Asking for their help would be useless. We need data on known mutants of the surface world.” Namora contradicted in frustration as the two had begun arguing again. 

K'uk'ulkan shut his eyes tightly and groaned in frustration. He was at his wits end with their arguments. While both his generals had valid points the squabbles and slightly less than professional debates were getting on his nerves. 

Slowly rising from his spot in the room, K'uk'ulkan approached his generals. “You are both correct.” he stated, causing a silence to fall over the room. Both Attuma and Namora nod in acknowledgement and respect, patiently waiting for him to continue. “Attuma is right. We cannot passively assess shorelines as our sole source of scouting. However, I agree with Namora that now is not the time to ask the Wakandans for assistance.” he continued. 

“What do you suggest? K'uk'ulkan.” Namora asked respectfully, but with slight skepticism. 

“It is unfortunate, but I believe we require the assistance of surface dwellers. Although you are skilled, the blue of your skin when on the surface is not something that would go unnoticed, making it difficult to do any reconnaissance by anyone but myself.” he stated. 

“Whom do you suggest?” Attuma asked intrigued. 

“We should start with community leaders, people who were raised with the legends of Talokan. If they have respect for the legends they should be easier to convince to aid us in our search, while maintaining our secrecy. People who access large populations of people that they interact with.” he let his plan hang in the air. 

It was risky to reveal themselves, even to those who would respect and understand their position. K'uk'ulkan saw no other option that didn’t involve the Wakandans. 

Both Namora and Attuma gave a reassuring nod. Satisfied that his generals were finally on the same page, K'uk'ulkan could finally begin his search. 

“Let’s begin. Shall we?” He moves to walk past them out of his main hut.

2 Weeks Prior To Your Move - Sisal, Mexico

It was a little after 9pm. The sun had set a half hour ago and the calm darkness of the night was beginning to set in. The ocean was calm. The waves lightly lapped at the shore of the beach. Aapo was taking his usual nightly walk. The ocean had always given him a sense of peace. Proud of his Mayan heritage, Aapo had grown up  with stories of the lost people of the sea. Now well into his golden years he was a community leader of Sisal, passing on traditions to the generations that follow him with pride. 

As he continued along the beach he paused as the air around him shifted. The bird calls had suddenly ceased. Aapo turned himself toward the open ocean and took two steps towards the surf. Squinting at the water he noticed a shift in the calm beyond the breaking waves. 

Adjusting his eyes at first, Aapo stared in disbelief as three figures emerged from the crashing waves. The first, regal in stance and dress. Adorned with what appeared to be gold and jade. The other two figures were almost as striking. A man and a woman, flanking behind where the first figure stood in what appeared to be traditional warrior garb. 

Aapo gasped and took a few steps back as they drew closer. The two warriors had coverings on their faces which appeared to hold water within them, their skin was blue in color, but the most striking features belonged to the man leading the three. 

Wings on his ankles that were so white they reflected the moonlight, and ears that pointed to the sky. Aapo had grown up with the stories of the serpent god standing before him. It was unmistakable. He stood frozen as the trio came to a stop just past the surf. 

“A wojel mȧax lak’ en.” (You know who I am.) The god stated. Stunned at the address, Aapo took a moment to gather his reeling thoughts. 

“Je’el.” (Yes.)  He barely whispered, eyes boring into the man. It was as if the world stood still, frozen in a moment in time. 

To the left of the god Aapo noticed the male warrior rolling his shoulders, as if to intimidate him. The movement broke his gaze with K'uk'ulkan as Aapo eyed the warrior warily before returning his eyes to the king.

K'uk'ulkan glanced at the warriors, an unspoken order to wait passed between them. He continued up the beach stopping just short of arms length. “You are a spiritual leader amongst your community, no?” 

“I am.” Aapo said, the pride breaking through his voice. The king's eye twitched as he watched the elder man straighten his posture a bit.

“So you understand the gravity of me revealing myself to you.” Aapo nodded in acknowledgment. “I am looking for someone here on the surface. Someone important, whom I need to speak to in a manner of urgency.” Aapo listened intently to the god. “I have reason to believe they are somewhere within your community”

“Do you have a name?” Aapo asked. The king shook his head slightly. 

“Only a description. We seek the woman with the fire in her eyes.” Aapo’s thoughts began to race again. He tried to rack his brain with the women from his community, ones who could match such a vague description. 

“No such woman comes to mind, but it would be an honour to aid in your search.” Aapo gently bowed his head slightly in respect. 

“Attuma!” K'uk'ulkan spoke. Turning his attention to his left hand man. The warrior began to walk forward carrying a large shell. Aapo recognized the shell as a atecocolli. Attuma hands the shell to K'uk'ulkan, who turns it over in his hands before offering it to Aapo. 

“Search your community. When you find her, speak my name into this shell and place it in the ocean. I will make my way to you from there.” The king states as Aapo takes the shell in his hands. He admires the intricate markings and nods. 

“And if I am unable to locate her?” Aapo asked. 

“I will return every three months until I find her.” The king stated. 

With a final nod of acknowledgement Aapo takes a step back and the king turns to walk back into the sea as Aapo turns to begin the start of his journey along the beach back home. 

“Oh and one more thing.” Aapo goes to turn back only to be startled that the god is right in front of him. “Speak of this to no one. I’m sure you know the consequences if you don’t.” K'uk'ulkan looks him up and down with a dangerous smirk. 

Aapo swallows and lets out the breath he had been holding. “Of course." He says with severity. 

In the blink of an eye the god and his companions are gone leaving him alone on the beach. Two thoughts are on his mind, how is he going to find this woman and what will be the true consequences if he doesn’t. 

Present Day - Sisal, Mexico

Today was finally the day you were going to see the school where you will be working for the foreseeable future. Itzel’s parents had continued their welcoming hospitality all week. They had shown you around town, taken you to the local market and helped you and Itzel in securing a new small house to rent just down the road off the school. Now almost a week later you were finally settled in enough to go visit the school. 

You, Itzel and her mother were walking over to the school. You enjoyed the salt breeze that had become a comfortable constant in the lovely seaside town. As you approached the school you could see the outer walls adorned with climbing flowering vines with pink and orange blooms. Passing through the gate you entered the primary courtyard. Facing the entrance was a wall which held a beautiful mural which depicted children playing on a playground. The words Bienvenidos a Todos were written in bubbly calligraphy. 

“Oh Mrs. Kan! This is beautiful!” you exclaimed. 

Itzel’s mother turned to you with a brilliant smile. “Thank you. We take pride in providing a welcoming environment for our students so that they may thrive.” 

You followed her towards the left side of the courtyard. The school walls had beautiful windows that looked into the classrooms. Every few windows there was a door to enter each room. Mrs. Kan stopped in front of a nicely painted yellow door labeled 2A.  

“This one is your classroom.” She said while unlocking the door and opening it. “When our previous English teacher retired we repainted it and installed new white boards. I hope you like blue.” She chuckled as you stepped into the classroom. 

The room was moderated in size with 20 small desks neatly organized in four even rows. A calming shade of sky blue adorned the walls with two white boards at the front of the class room. Just to the left of the boards was a teaching desk with a matching chair. At the back there were two small half book shelves and what looked to be a crafting table with its height adjusted for children. 

“I know it’s a little bare bones but it should do the trick.” Itzel’s mother said while you observed the room.

“It’s perfect. Am I allowed to move the furniture around?” you ask. Already planning to change the rows of desks into learning pods. 

“Of course. Arrange it in a way that works best for your lesson plans.” she replied. “As I mentioned when we spoke about the position this school teaches Kindergarten to Grade 6. Our English program does not start until second grade so you will be working with Grade 2 - Grade 6.” 

“You should totally put a little reading nook right here!” Itzel said with excitement. She gestured over to the back corner which had a particularly large window facing the school's back garden. 

“That’s a great idea!” you smiled over at your friend. “I know you mentioned you had a book budget, and that the community had donated so old children's books I could use.” 

“Yes! The book donation was organized by a good friend of mine, Aapo. He should be dropping them off sometime soon-” Itzel’s mother was interrupted by a gentle knock on the classroom door. 

You turn and see a young man roughly your age in a white t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had a box of what you assume are books on his hip with one arm stabilizing it. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt but my dad and I have these books for the school. Is it okay if we put them in the classrooms for the teachers?” he said while readjusting the box.

“Ah, Balam! We were just speaking about those! Yes, yes come in!” Itzel's mother addresses the man, ushering him inside the classroom. “You can set them on the desks.” 

You smile as the young man gently places the books on a nearby desk. “Thank you.” you say.

“Oh dios, where are my manners! Balam please meet Y/N. She studied at university with Itzel and is here as our new English teacher.” Mrs. Kan said.

“I guess we will be neighbors then! I’m Balam, the second grade teacher. My classroom is just next door.” He introduced himself as the now four of you began to exit the classroom. 

“Where do you want these boxes son?” An older gentleman, whom you assumed is Aapo, approached your small group in the courtyard. 

Balam approached his father and reached over to grab the boxes he was carrying. “I’ve got it Dad. Say hello to our new English teacher Y/N” he said as he adjusted his grip on the boxes. 

Aapo looked from behind the boxes to smile at you and introduce himself but the smile briefly faltered. When you locked eyes with the older gentlemen you could swear he looked like he had seen a ghost, but just as you noticed you saw the boxes slipping out of his hands. 

“Careful dad.” Balam exclaimed. “I didn’t quite have a hold of them.” 

“Sorry son. Not as young as I used to be.” Aapo played off his shock. 

Once Balam had the boxes in hand Aapo reached over to shake your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Sisal.”

“Oh Aapo! Thank you for helping bring the books!” Itzel’s mother exclaimed. “You must come to dinner tonight as thanks. Y/N and Itzel, you’re expected there too.” She continued on while grabbing onto Aapo’s arm. 

You giggled at her antics as you and Itzel helped Balam place the remaining boxes in the other classrooms. 

To say the day so far was good was an understatement. As you walked back home with Itzel to get ready for family dinner that evening you couldn’t help but smile in anticipation. You already had some great ideas for the students and meeting a fellow teacher before the school year was putting you one step closer to feeling like you belonged. 

-

As Aapo drove home with his son he was quiet. His mind was reeling. There was no mistaking it. You had the fire in your eyes just as the god had described, and now Aapo was trying to get home as quickly as possible. He needed to go to the beach.

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delusional water king

“They’ll see you as my goddess.” Shaking your head, you back away from the man. 

“I’m not a goddess. I’m an experiment.” You show him the number on your lower back, accompanied by scars along the skin you displayed to him. Staring at your figure, he noticed the scars were pink in your dark skin, most likely scabbed up and picked away by the strong currents. Shoving your shirt down, you cross your arms over your stomach, looking down and away from him. 

“I am grateful that you saved me, I am but...I don’t want to destroy the beautiful city you helped build.” His eyes bore into you, even as you’re not looking, the chance of intimidation being too great. 

“I can’t control it, Namor.” The way his name moved off your tongue and into the air made him tispy, it echoed in the cave, bouncing off the walls. 

“You saw what I did. I killed so many people.” Glossy eyes stared up at the feathered serpent god. He squinted at you with a smirk playing at his lips, was he finally seeing the real, troubled you? Turning to the hole in the ground that leads to the endless body of water, you fully intend on leaving. 

“I’m sorry, if this is disrespectful to you. Please understand that everywhere I go destruction tends to follow.” 

“Go ahead.” He responds after listening to you, biting your lip and moving a hair from your face, you sigh. 

“I will disregard the disrespect. Only because it is coming from you, in reina.” Giving him a shy smile, you nod not quite understanding the last bits of what he said.

Standing off the edge where rock meets water, you step onto the liquid, turning to him and giving him a small wave. Submerging into the water, a small bubble tracing around your body that keeps air flowing while the water propels you through the small tunnels and out of Talokan. The feeling of guilt tugs at you for leaving your savior but the guilt of killing hundreds of people where you were held captive ate you alive. Reaching the surface, the bubble of air slowly deteriorates as you walk up to the sandy shore. Moments to dawn, you catch your breath as you walk away from the beach, taking one hesitant look back before disappearing into the dense forest. You needed time. Time to figure out your powers, time to find yourself and forgive yourself. It didn’t take long for you to forgive yourself for the unfortunate events at the hell hole, in the matter of days you thought and realized that losing your temper had to have been the best case scenario. 

You spent time in an abondoned hut alongside the oceanside. It was peaceful, the waves were a natural lullaby and helped with the unease of sleeping. Being self-efficent gave you the chance to fool around with your powers, learn what you can do without causing a catastrophe. Sitting elevated above the waves, you meditated and wondered if he would try to find you. 

“In reina.” You whispered opening your eyes, looking across the blue mirrors that connected with each wave, you could’ve sworn you heard someone say it before you.

Refraining from saying ‘hello’ or any of the sort. You’d rather not know if someone is here with you. Moving closer to the edge of the small cliff, you sway your hand in a circular motion, the waters pushing itself into a dance. Watching closely as the water formed a small cone shaped tornado that sunk to the bottom of the shallow floor. In this it showed, the particles of sand and small plants being swept into the current. Putting your hand in your lap, the mini tornado, slowed to a stop and transitioned back to the usual current of the ocean. Looking around your surroundings once more, you get up, dusting yourself off and go back to your hut.

If you could say something different to Namor, what would you say? Ask him what ‘in reina’ means or what he meant by ‘my goddess’. You were so shocked by what you’ve done prior that it didn’t register how handsome the man was, his tan skin, fit physique, raven hair and darkness that hides in his brown irises. A clear portrait of the man was painted onto the walls of your mind, and you were repeatedly looking at the painting, thinking of him after days of being alone. Laying down, you get comfortable on the floor bound cot, closing your eyes, your body relaxes on the soft surface.

“Y/n, in reina.” The voice deep, meaningful and close. Opening your eyes, your rest felt like it only lasted a split second. Looking around, you were surrounded by turquoise looming lights. The scenery definitely unfamiliar. Standing to your feet,

“Nib óolal, waal mía,” you turn to the sound of feet shuffling behind you and catch a glimpse of a blue skinned person leaving. Dark messy hair enters your view as you shake your head. Convinced that you’re hallucinating about this man, this dangerously attractive and hot man.

“What are you doing here?” You say in complete disbelief. A slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a small smile and honestly you could’ve dropped your panties for him right there. Wait what?

“I have changed my mind.” He reaches behind his neck, taking off one of his necklaces.

“Changed your mind?” You relay back to him in confusion, at this he smiles and nods.

“Can’t someone have a change of mind?” Your mind is fogged with confusion and its clearly displayed on your face.

“Yes, but I’m not following. I don’t understand what you're saying.” The small sounds his jewelry made as he rests them down on the nearest surface, echoes in the little pauses of silence.

“Am I not speaking english?” He asks as if you literally couldn’t understand. You realize he’s joking and chuckle.

“You are. I mean- ….What did you change your mind on?” You lose your train of thought mid sentence, his muscles suddenly having more definition now that its no longer covered by the many necklaces he wore.

His masculine stature compliments his collar bone and defined jaw thats hidden under a well kept beard. You need to get a hold of yourself, zoning out while observing his body and objectifying him when given the slightest chance. What would he do if he found out? Something bad you hope. Blinking yourself out the trance, bare chest is in your eyeshot. Looking up through your eyelashes, he’s already looking down.

“You.” Watching as his palm rests along your cheek, steadily tracing down your jaw and stopping by your chin.

All the while your breathing hitches, his thumb rubs along your lower lip. Most alarms are ringing in your head for you to stop but whats a simple kiss? Your hand slides up his waist, toned stomach and rests on his shoulder. His gaze shifting for a moment to your hand and back to you, by then you were already pushing yourself up. His lips pull you into a hypnosis of only wanting him, only wanting to kiss him, wanting to climb in his skin. His lips stray from yours to your cheek and neck in a rushed manner. His arm capturing you in an embrace to keep you from stumbling backward.

Your chest heaves excessively as you realize what you’re going to do. Failing to release you from his embrace, he guides you to a soft patch of the cave. It was odd, grassy and soft as he laid you down. The space made you wonder about the deep sea of unknown even more, if there’s possibility of healthy gardens thriving underwater, what other possibilities are there? Your hands glide over the greenery, feeling the cushiony plants and enjoying the pleasant sound it made as your hands moved through. All your senses were being satisfied, especially your eyes. The sight of him kneeling in front of you can make any women weak. He observes you and your fascination with the scene. His hands compliment your skin, when they stroke your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin. Despite your body growing hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Leaning down, he kisses up to your core. Kisses alternating from right thigh to left thigh, your hips accidentally jerk once he’s two kisses away. His gaze shifts to you once more and he smiles. His dimples peaking through.

Your excitement is getting the best of you as he pulls your pants off, his finger tips gracing your lower stomach. Lowering his head to your core, you close your eyes and he kisses you. One long slow swipe of his tongue from your hole to your clit. His tongue teasingly licking at your clit, small and kitten like. You hum a moan, your hand hovering over your lips in upmost disbelief. Sucking on your folds like a starved man, he hooks his arms under your thighs and his hands grip at your thighs. Sweat beads down your forehead, mixing with a tear of pleasure. Finally opening your eyes, he is totally indulged in your pussy. Your shiny wetness on his cheeks, his head moving from side to side to make sure nothing is left untended to. A broken gasp leaves your chest when he nips at your clit sharply. Fanning yourself, you take in deep breaths at the realization that your body is overheating. You attempt to plead his name but his tongue slips in your hole at the right moment and touches your g-spot. Making you shriek.

“namor…” You mutter, breathing heavily. Your pussy squeezing his tongue and legs clenching on his head, demanding more. Shaking your head, your moans leave your throat in a struggle.

Cumming all over his cheeks and chin, he laps up the mess and unhooks his hands from your thighs. Your eyes follow his stature as he sits up. Your chest heaving up and down, he holds you in a compelling trance.

“What are you doing,” His voice dips in a jagged tone, warning you and stopping you in your tracks. You were scooting away from him.

“take me home, please.” You trembled as he shifted close.

You cross your ankles and shield yourself from him, “we can’t, namor please, listen to me.” He shakes his head, his playful manner gone.

“I hear you, but I won’t listen.” His hands uncross your ankles, opening your legs to him once more, “I’ll fuck you until you beg to stay with me.” You gasp, his hard-on rubbing against you as he raps your legs around his waist.

The waistband of his shorts gone and your eyes dart everywhere. This is what you want, it is, but this is one of those journeys that you can’t turn back from once you’ve begun.

“Look.” He commands your body with a word, this brings a soft smile to his lips.

“I deserve you. I knew I did when I first saw you,” he moans softly when he uses his fingers to part your soaked lips.

“I waited this long, can’t you give me something I deserve, hm?” His attention was on you, his tip moving between your lips and squishing around your come. You moan as nod to the man, cursing yourself at your wordless affirmations.

a/n: don't mind the title I'm just having fun at this point...and here's the translations cause I know some of y'all lazy asf

in reina - my queen

Nib óolal, waal mía - thank you, my child

more of my writing

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Chapter 18

My Sunshine

The Vibe:

Corinne Bailey Rae 11. Seasons Change

"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.

"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated

"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead

"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place

"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed

He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"

I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him

He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.

I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.

"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets

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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.

A playground

Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"

"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"

"She won't hurt the children," I say

"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips

"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"

He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."

"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed

"So the short answer is you don't know," he says

"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh

"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.

"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls

"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder

She knows

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks

"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"

"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"

She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask

"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks

"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her

"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.

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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.

"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask

"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink

"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"

"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly

I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.

Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me

"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing

"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"

"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly

"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.

"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."

"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"

"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"

"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out

"Well Fuck" I say following her

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The Vibe:

Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix

Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center

"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out

"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"

"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out

"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes

"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"

"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"

"What does that mean?" I scoff

"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."

Why is she being so cautious?

"What forms do you think I possess?"

"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.

"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself

"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.

"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say

"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."

She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...

"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you.  I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."

"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"

"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"

"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."

"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously

"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.

It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"

Through messages and he still makes me swoon.

Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"

Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"

I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her

"You can already control the basic elements correct?"

"Yes," I say

"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me

"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond

"Make that happen," She says plainly

I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:

In 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4

Out 1,2,3,4

Repeat

Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.

I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.

The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.

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The Vibe:

Breathe me -- sia

It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.

"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper

Who's voice is that?

I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.

I know that voice.

"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.

"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.

"Mom," Amun says

I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"

When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"

"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.

"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says

"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down

"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.

"Amun baby no one is there," I say

"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me

No.

"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg

"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.

I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do?  How do I breathe without you?"

Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.

"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."

I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"

"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"

"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"

"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."

"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."

"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops

Agatha why?...

"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"

"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer

"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly

I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.

Maybe I should let him.

I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"

My son. He killed my son.

I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.

I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.

I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.

"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"

I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.

"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:

To be Seen or Unseen.

Never in the focus of one's eye

Of nature's age, it does defy

To be Seen, or Unseen

With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.

Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.

I need to bury you, my love.

When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.

I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:

Forget me not

Forget me now

Forget the past

Forget the sound

Forget the memories

Forget the love

Forget it all

Forget it now

As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.

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The Vibe:

Labrinth & Zendaya - I'm Tired (From “Euphoria” An HBO Original Series – Lyric Video)

"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.

The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.

"I'm okay," I say plainly.

"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.

My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...

"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks

"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing

[tenochconamor]

Tenoch Huerta "Smile"

[shadowyhideoutpeace]

Marvel Fics

(updated 01/10/25)

Loki Laufeyson

Fluff

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

SECRETS

Magic show

Combat Training

A fool with a bullet wound

Melody of Mischief

Series

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE

Smut

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

although it’s so romantic

The Urge

Masterlists

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Carolina Reaper

Imagine Thor doesn’t think he can get drunk

Idunn's Apples

A Royal Pregnancy

You Have To Learn

Angst

Smut

Guardian!reader and Thor

fertility god

keep burning

Mornings

Masterlists

Masterlist CharnelHouse

Matt Murdock

Smut

Deprivation

Wicked Games

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Peter Parker (TASM & Tom)

Fluff

baby spider | A.G.

Flirty bully coming your way | T.H.

breaking his glasses

math test

nerdy peter

SPIDER-BOY

Angst

The Last Time

Begin Again

❝late-bloomer❞

Smut

hold you here, my loveliest friend

and when her edges soften

she wears me down to bones in bed

just another screaming speck of dust

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

tonguing down peter parker

I Want To

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Namor/ KuKulkan

Fluff

The Unexpected- The Proposal | Explanations and Surprise Visits

Sweet like mango

Baby, all at once, this is enough

THE KING'S PROPOSAL

“you’re so warm.”

The Artist and the Sea

Lullaby

Namor drabble

It's just a game!

A Point of No Return

Embarazo

…Story Imagine… 2

Angst

…Story Imagine…

The Depths You’ll Go

Delayed Fate

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

Smut

con la brisa

oneshot

Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers

Series

Unfulfilled

Child without love

The Stranger

Mi Amor

doctor

Peter/Pietro Maximoff

Fluff

Taking a Bubble Bath with Peter Maximoff

SMUT

Use Me (Peter)

Better than her (Pietro)

Masterlist

essie’s masterlist

Druig

Fluff

For Eternity ❦

A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig

For You? I Do

Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal

sunshine & kisses

Disbelief

Troublemaker

Smut

“‘No’? You’re such a bad liar.”

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Angst

unrequited love

Masterlists

Druig ~ Masterlist

[feasibilities]

Talamilo'ob (Danger) - Namora x Talokanil Fem!Reader

Warnings: Degradation, Tr!bbing, Dom!Namora, Overstimulation, Choking, etc.

Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than expected. Enjoy!

Taglist: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @milkycottoncandy

Your back lies against the hard cave floor once again. You stared at the gorgeous warrior as she held her jadestone spear to your neck. She had bested you for the umpteenth time. Training with her had proven to be hell on Earth. You spent each night cooling the ache of your bruises in the chilly waters of Talokan. Namora, however, was apathetic to your complaints.

“Patético/Pathetic.” She reprimanded you, moving the tip of the blade towards your cleavage. You pursed your lips as you felt wetness gather in between your thighs. Namora's insistence on training for hours finally made sense. You felt ashamed of your body’s reaction, however.

Namora picked up on your energy and straddled you. Staring at you intently, she slid her hands under your shirt & started to knead your breasts. Her cool thumb teased at your nipple, earning a stifled moan from you. You rutted against her and whined to rile her up. You watched her remove her respirator and her clothing. You quickly followed suit and soon felt her slender fingers slip into you. Your back arched as she pressed against the spongy flesh of your g-spot. She sped up her movements, making your legs shake.

"I can't take it, In Diosa..." You begged. 

"Je'el a/Yes, you can." She countered, ignoring your pleas. 

You walls began to flutter and your vision blurred as you climaxed. Juices sprayed out of you like a burst pipe. Namora held your waist still and rubbed your clit vigorously to intensify your orgasm. You writhed in pleasure and grabbed her wrist. She nearly became feral hearing you scream her name. Pulling you closer, she straddled you once more. She held your legs open and began grinding against you. You were a toy for her depraved games. 

Finally, her icy disposition began to crack. Her moans were desperate and of a woman who hadn't experienced this kind of bliss in a while. She dug her nails into your thigh. The combined slickness and friction made her eyes roll back. A stray hand of hers found your throat as she grinded faster. Your muscles began to ache from the discomforting position she held you in. Your voice had grown raspy from singing her praises. 

Namora's hips stuttered as she started to unravel. You were overstimulated & forced to cum once again. The nectar of your coitus dripped onto the cool floor. Namora kissed you tenderly and caressed the bruises left on you by her ferocity.

[blackllghtshadow]

They’re Lover? (Part two)

Hi sorry it's been long since I last posted, this is the second part of the Namor, Shuri and reader relationship. Hope you like it.

warnings: Smut, +18 content, this is a polyamory relationship.

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It's been several days since Namor and Shuri told you that they would be your partner, the truth is that since that day they have been closer to you, helping you as much as they can and above all giving you a lot of love, normally it's Suri who gives you more love, Namor doesn't do it so much, but when he does, he makes sure to leave you breathless. 

This day is one of those days when Namor decides to give you more affection than usual.

You wake up feeling his presence behind you, in an instant you know who it is, your body feels too hot to be Shuri, you notice his caresses and his breath on your neck, his fingers caressing your curves, his lips explore your body and slowly move down your back, you as always, try to pretend to be asleep to see where this goes. 

His masculine voice dances across your skin while his lips leave messages of love, you never noticed that Namor had this part, these were the few times he showed he really loved you, his caresses softer than usual, You opened your eyes and he chuckles "it's about time you opened those beautiful eyes" his voice sounds like cold water on a hot day, a sigh escapes your lips and your back curves to feel him, that action makes him laugh, "ohh, the butterfly needs its nectar? "he said teasing, all you can let out is another sigh, his lips kissing down your spine and just like that he leaves your side, you get up a little angry at the lack of contact and that makes Namor laugh because he finds you adorable.

You grumble at him and he smiling leaves the room, this day was about to be the best or the worst day of your life, you get out of bed and wable to the shower, as you shower you close your eyes the water running down your skin like a lover, you hear a low growl before your very naked body is pressed to the wall, a hot, firm and muscular body pressed to your back, his voice on your ear “you thought you could get away just like that, when your body looks so delicious?” his body pressed on your back, your ass pressed to his hip, you felt his manhood hard and ready to make you scream, but he didn’t move, his hands moving down your belly, passed your belly button and in between your thighs, you gasp almost moaning but his other hand covers your mouth, his lips kissing your neck and shoulder all while his fingers play with your clit, you try to move gasping into his hand as he toys with you. 

Your hips try to move but his hold is unyielding, your hips captive as he makes you scream into his hand, you feel him biting your shoulder, feeling the swirling sensation that by now you know, it's your release, His hips press to your back as your eyes roll to the back of your skull as a strong orgazm runs throw your system, you scream as his teeth dig into your showled, he doesn't stop, not until you start coming down, you are left panting as he kisses your shoulder and move his hand from your mouth to cup your right breast, his other hand never stopping, “That is how I want you to cum every time I’m with you” his says with a hoarse voice full of lust. “From today, I‘m training you to cum for me like that and even more”.

Two hours later you were still feeling the sensation of your legs still feeling them wobbly, your mind replaying the moment with Namor in the shower, You look to your side and you see Namor looking at you with a smug smile plastered in his lips. you notice his hand running to his lips and his tong runs in between his two fingers, you looks away blushing, deciding you needed a break from Namor, you walk to the lab and get yourself working, losing yourself in the work, you don't even notice Namor next you “all you do is work or what?” he said seriously, hearing his voice makes you jump, “why are you following me so much?” you ask him, “I’m just making sure you’re feeling part of this partnership, I noticed that you were a bit sad every time you are with Shuri and I” his look was of a man who looks angry “I have a question, how do you feel in this relationship?” he was calm even if his expression what that of a angry and growly man, you look at him “well, I feel like the second option to you and Shuri, like I’m the last option” that makes him growl, a primordial growl that comes from deep “you think that you are the last option?” his gaze like a predators, you swallow and step back but he comes closer, you never saw Namor like this, he holds you to the table, bending you over the table, while his hand holds you in place, forcing you to look at him, “let me show you what you mean to me, you and Shuri are mine, and I can’t have one of my woman thinking they aren't important, ready yourself, because today I’m gonna show you how much I want you” and just as he says he does. 

[beastlymessofmine]

Mf’s so bbg

[mariaxxxxx]

Pillow bird (+18)

Summary: K’uk’ulkan to eat your pussy and try to get you pregnant (+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, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), curse words, breeding kink, Namor loves to eat pussy

A/N:One day I was browsing reddit and I came across an interesting term "PILLOW PRINCESS" which refers to a person who only receives sex. I simply became obsessed with it! And I imagined myself being the little bird of the water daddy who only wants to receive sex and he, like a benevolent god, was willing to give it to me without hesitation. I hope you enjoy the delirium of a writer.

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

Work count: 2.113

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Your body landed on the piles of pillows and cushions under the wet wooden reeds. You made sure to smooth out the hand-embroidery done by your servants, all to avoid looking at him.

“You’re beautiful, little bird.” He says, his voice coming out in a soft, sensual purr. You quickly catch his hidden message, a subliminal way of saying he wants to eat you.

In a single movement he throws himself at you and pulls you towards him, his lips rising to your chin and then, the kiss. His hands cup your cheek as his tongue penetrates your mouths. He tasted like honey and salt. It was intoxicating, it made you want more and more.

His hands left your cheeks to support his weight on his palms. He was getting bolder by the minute. He was still busy devouring your mouth and stealing your breath when he maneuvered his pelvis to meet yours. You broke the kiss to moan when you felt his hardness, protected by his checkered thong, slam into your wet, covered pussy.

“Do you feel it, little bird? Feel what you do to me.” He whispers in her ear, as he rubs their sexes together. “You, my little bird, can bring this God to his knees.”

“ K'uk'ulkan ” you moan. He continues the movement making you wet.

He slides one hand between your bodies and pokes your pussy over your panties, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing. But he was greedy and impatient. K'uk'ulkan was a man who enjoyed the sensual dance you engaged in before he penetrated you with his cock, but today he just wanted to bury his face between your legs and drown in your cum.

He pulls his finger away, and you protest, only to scream in surprise when he pushes his body up to kneel between your feathers. He places your knees around his waist, leaving you open, and then rips your panties in one motion. You gasp as you feel your pussy exposed. It was wet, so wet. It took little for your K'uk'ulkan to make you gush like a waterfall.

Then he goes for the final blow. He thrusts two fingers deep, sliding effortlessly past your lubricated lips. Your knees buckle, your eyes roll back, and you scream too loudly. K'uk'ulkan groans along with you, he moistens his lips with his tongue and speaks:

“Always so tight.” He sounds hungry. “My little bird can barely take my cock, but you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You always manage to take it.”

You lift your torso a little just to see his long fingers sliding in and out. His thumb brushes against your swollen, neglected clit, and you fall back against the pillows. He fucks you with his fingers and presses your clit in circular motions; K'uk'ulkan has always been good at multitasking.

“God...” You gasp as he presses against your G-spot.

“Yes! God.” He murmurs. “Pray to me, little bird. Ask K’uk’ulkan to cum.”

“I need to cum. Please, please, please. K'uk'ulkan , let me cum...."

He doesn't let you finish your prayer as his thumb speeds up and his fingers inside your pussy are pressed with more intensity. This is enough to throw you off the edge. Your lower abdomen tingles, starting from the tip of your foot to your head, and then you explode. You come, screaming and crying out for him. He continues to stimulate you as the intense pleasure runs through your body. He only stops when your body falls, relaxed, onto the reeds and the relief of tension perspires across your skin.

He pulls his fingers out and your pussy gushes with your excitement staining the sheet below. When your senses return to your body, shame bathes your senses as you realize how wet the blanket was. You realize he was smiling. The bastard was smiling after giving you pleasure and humiliating you by shamelessly exposing how good he was at making you cum. The wet sheet was proof of how that man knew how to handle your pussy.

“Beautiful,” he growls. “I will keep this sheet forever, little bird. Maybe I will hang it up to see the result of my love for you every day.”

“Stop it.” You beg in a weak voice, perhaps from shame, perhaps from pleasure.

K'uk'ulkan barely gave you time to think as he made sure to rip the thin fabric that covered your torso, he got rid of all the cloth leaving you completely exposed to him. You were planning to protest because he was still dressed - with his thong and jewelry and you were so naked. He pulls away, lifting your leg with ease and resting it on his shoulder.

“Fuck my face while I eat you, my little bird.”

“Yes...” Is the last thing you say before he puts his mouth on your pussy.

You thread your fingers through his soft, thick hair. K'uk'ulkan groans and licks your sensitive clit; the wet sensation makes you flinch slightly from the sensitization of your previous orgasm. He grips your hips and looks up at you briefly in a clear warning, "Don't walk away from me." And so you do. Your hips move forward, not as smoothly as you would like, but your lover seems to like it. Your wetness coats his lips and stains his beard with each movement of his hips, and you feel that heat building in your core.

“Oh... ah....! ” You don’t bother to formulate a sentence with his lips and tongue so good in your pussy.

K'uk'ulkan 's hands press harder on your hips, encouraging your movements, then move up towards your right breast, squeezing and groping the soft flesh and lightly pulling on your nipple. Your heart pounds in your chest as your moans turn into needier sounds. You briefly hear a groan from him as he eats your pussy, he was having so much fun fucking you so hard that he left you on the edge of the cliff. You are squirting. You scream when he uses his tongue to play with your clit.

Then the sensation comes again, but this time stronger, more aggressive. It’s as if the entire body has become skin. Each touch reverberates deeply, like a note tuned to the limit between control and abandonment. The breathing loses its rhythm. Time slows down. Everything concentrates on one point—hot, pulsing, urgent. A wave comes. First soft, almost shy… then intense, invincible. It’s as if everything physical expands in an internal glow, a sweet tremor that spreads in spirals inside. The muscles contract, the chest heaves, the eyes close—sometimes with a sound, a sigh, a moan that escapes without asking permission. And then… comes the peak. The world stops for a moment. A burst of pleasure, release, raw and complete vulnerability. Then, relief. A smile. A warmth that lingers.

He pulls out of your pussy with a wet pop. You spurt with excitement, leaving even more obvious traces of your cum on your sheets.

“Sweet little thing.” He wipes his mouth slowly as he crawls on top of you again. “Now, my little bird, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to leave my cum deep inside you.”

You were still floating in your sweet haze of pleasure, barely able to assimilate what came out of his lips. Your distraction was so great that you barely saw him take off his thong and jewelry. When some sense – and dignity – returned to your body, your eyes could only see his large, long member; hard, rigid and dripping, crying out for attention. His cock briefly pokes your belly, leaving a trail of his excitement. Your mouth exclaims a curse when your pussy easily accepts his cock.

Thanks to your excitement, he slides in easily. But there was still a small discomfort inside. K'uk'ulkan was big. Even after so many years and so many nights of love, adjusting him could be slightly uncomfortable, but it was an discomfort that you welcomed with happiness. Even the pain he caused turned into pleasure. You curse as you adjust yourself to him. K'uk'ulkan barely gave you time, grabbing your soft thighs and keeping your legs wide open for him.

“It’s so big.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think. “So big...”

He smiles. He always smiles. He reaches out to cup your face like a false symbol of pity.

“You can handle it, my little bird. Your pussy was made to take my cock and your womb to carry my children.”

“Yes, God, yes...” and then the words are replaced by moans and screams of pleasure as her lover begins to penetrate her.

You could feel it deep in your cervix, your walls vibrating around his rock-hard cock that hit every sensitive spot. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back; that damn feeling was taking over your body. You were going to cum again. K'uk'ulkan 's cock was thick and heavy, hitting every crevice. You felt the pressure deep inside, more intense upwards, hitting right at that spot that made you gush with pleasure. Small moans mixed with screams and meaningless babbles of pleasure.

“Cum again, my girl. Cum on my cock. Cum for your God.” He sighs, thrusting with desire this time.

You sob, you cry, you moan, unable to contain the wave of excitement that pours from your cunt. K'uk'ulkan doesn't stop fucking you, until your pussy clenches around his cock, your back arches and your breathing becomes ragged. You come, screaming for him, crying out, begging for him. Your body relaxes and a sudden wave of sleep washes over you. Coming three times had finished you off.

Suddenly your lover pulls away. You feel empty with the sudden movement and were about to protest – even though you didn’t have enough strength to do so, since he hadn’t come yet. He pulls back slightly, without saying a single word, he puts his hands on your waist, and without much gentleness turns you onto your stomach. Before you can say anything, he puts his hands on your waist again and pulls you up, placing you on all fours.

Your back arches, your hands support your weight and your thighs open to receive him again. A heavy hand slaps your right ass cheek hard . You scream. He laughs. Bastard. You can't see what he's doing behind you, but his cock slides back into your pussy.

“Kan, cum inside me. Deep inside.”

The moment those words leave your mouth, a hand grabs your hair and pulls. You are forced to look up at the low ceiling of the hut and the paintings on the wall made by K'uk'ulkan . His thrusts become sloppier and more aggressive as he rides out his own release.

“Ask, little bird... ask for my cum.” K'uk'ulkan hums and you moan louder with his violent thrusts. “Ask for my baby. Come on! Ask for it!”

"Yes yes yes ...” You babble nonsensically. “I want...I want your babies. Give them to me, K'uk'ulkan .”

The sound of your pelvises grinding against each other became even louder. His movements became erratic, he fucked you without shame or care. It hurt, but it was a good pain. Deep down - maybe not so deep down - you loved how aggressive he was when he was about to cum; thrusting his cock deep into your pussy until he spilled all of his cum without ever wasting a drop.

“Take my seed, little bird. Carry my heir.” He hums loudly. With one last hard thrust he spills himself inside you. He groans and risks sloppy thrusts to ensure nothing is lost. With the last drop spilled inside you, K’uk’ulkan pulls away and collapses, exhausted, beside you in the reeds. You gush with your arousal and his mingling inside you. Your body slumps; tired, satisfied, fulfilled. Stickiness drips down your thighs and you feel glad for it. The room smells of thick, intoxicating sex.

Aside from the body spasms, you barely noticed how quiet your lover was. When you turned around you noticed that his eyes were closed, his back was rising and falling in a calm breath, his once hardened penis lay softened and glistening with your lubrication. You smiled and allowed yourself to rest next to him, because your lover was insatiable and after the brief nap he would want to eat you again.

[babychaosworld]

I’ve noticed there aren’t many Namor playlists on Spotify.

So, I made one 🌊🐚💦🫧

hope you enjoy & danceeeee 🐍🪶🧜🏾‍♂️

[funnyexel]

Phantom

Namor Imagine

He comes in the night, a cold breeze over your body. Beading your sensitive nipples with the quick brushes of his finger pads. Often you hear soft mutters from his lips. Assuming he’s a he. He has undoubtedly brought you immense amounts of pleasure in the night. Licking the inside of your thighs to feel the subtle tremors your body makes. When his palms sneak their way up the sides of your hips and love-handles, you can hear the ocean sway peacefully. Verses when he’s violently pounding you from behind, your ass shaking against every hit of his pelvic bone against you. The ocean would knock vigorously against the shore rocks.

Discretely as it was every night, he would unlatch the locks of your window. Slowly pushing up the mechanism and letting himself in, closing the window behind him. Creeping towards you in forced silence to keep you from stirring. 

And you, would wait patiently. Pretending to be asleep, to imagine this grown man sneaking into your room when you hear his calculated steps. Yet, you’d lay in bed without panties and the easiest piece of clothing to rip off your body. When he rests himself onto your bed, he could tell even before he lifted the sheets off your body. Even in the darkness, you could see the silhouette of his body, his biceps and forearms greatly defined when they turn you on your back. And lift your legs to sit on his shoulders. 

Shifting forwards, he folds your body into a devilish stretch. Grabbing your cheeks in his palm to turn your tilted head to him.  A moan slipping from your lips when he kisses you, his semi-hard cock rubbing right against your ache. Your finger tips dust against his collar bone, trailing lightly up to his defined jaw. Your fingertips enjoying the feeling of the soft hairs of his beard. Opening your mouth up for him to hold you in a lip lock. Allowing his tongue to dance with yours in a desperate display of attraction.

He doesn’t know what he does to you, how he affects you so greatly with something as little as a kiss. Your mind being ceased into an hypnotic state of only wanting him, only wanting to kiss him, wanting to climb into his skin. As his lips stray from yours, he carves a path from your cheek to your neck and down your exposed chest. Your shirt ripped open unbeknownst to you until now. 

Teasingly moaning with every kiss that goes lower, you can’t help but giggle softly when he kisses right above your waist line. The stretch in your back loosening when he moves to your inner thighs. Licking and kissing against the soft and icy skin. He purposely rubs his palms up and down your thighs, providing friction and heat to the cold patch of skin. Actively distracting you from his kisses inching closer to your core and the electric filled kiss he places on your clit. Squeaking out a whine as your legs jolt in surprise. He licks one long stripe from your tight hole to your clit.

Your eyes fall shut as your head is throw back in stinging pinches to your pussy. His tongue intensely licking at your clit, small but with meaning and purpose behind the actions. Moans falling from your lips like music as he sucks and plays with your folds. He’s proving to you he’s a starved man and his meal is between your legs. Sweet nectar from your pussy, he will continuously abuse until he gets his fill. 

Hooking his arms under your thighs to keep your waist at bay, his palms grab a handful of your thighs. Sweat beading down your forehead at the sudden entrapment of your lower half. Now having no choice but to lay and let him have his way with you. Shouting when his teeth nudges at your clit, your eyes shoot open and at the same moment, you both held the most devious eye contact. His piercing gaze shamelessly looking into your eyes while poking his tongue into your puckered hole. Your mouth permanently open as moans flow out. Moving his head from side to side, he breaks eye contact to focus on your soon to come orgasm. 

A broken gasp leaves your chest when he nips at your clit sharply. Feeling his lips detach from your clit, you desperately whine and utter broken english that’s supposed to be his name. His index and middle fingers slipping into your hole at the most sensitive moment of your climax, curling up and digging into your g-spot. 

Your back arching as your pussy clamps down on his fingers, soaking them in your juices all the while your legs holds his head in place as he sucks harshly at your clit. Stimulating your puffy cunt.

“namor…” 

You mutter clearly for the first time, your breathing erratic and your pussy still high from your orgasm. With your chest heaving up and down, you sit up to get more air into your lungs but he watches your movements with a threatening glint. Pulling your waist towards him as your readjusting made you move away from him, his hands dip down to your wet pussy. Shoving two fingers into you and harshly assaulting your sensitive cunt. 

Your body trembles under him as your hips roll into his fingers, wanting more of the friction to your gummy walls. Your head thrown back in a desperate call of ecstasy, needing more of him all at once. For everything you expected from him, your body couldn’t handle it, the constant orgasms and slapping of his balls against your ass. Your legs shaking wildly and still you wanted more, you needed more. But by the morning he was gone and you waiting again patiently for the next night he would inevitably return.

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[mbakuxblackpanther]

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮❤️🌹

Summary: y/n(your character), M'baku, and Imaya find themselves in a love triangle. Mbaku has a very strong friendship with y/n and wants to take things further. However, y/n hasn't had the best relationships and is torn on what to do. Imaya comes into the picture and things go downhill.

Characters: M'baku, Imaya/ima(ee-mah), y/n, jamilah

Trigger warnings⚠️:fighting(battling), mentions of poisoning someone, d€ath, fluff, etc.

*excuse any errors I didn't proofread*

Song to listen to while reading👇🏾

𝑌/𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤍✨:

I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly I heard a knock on my door. *who could that be at the door this early * I thought. I forced myself to get up and go check. I opened the door to be met with a sleepy M'baku. "Hey y/n mind if I sleep here?" He asked. "Sure I don't mind" I replied handing him some pillows and blankets incase he needed them. "But I must ask. What is the leader of Jabariland doing sleeping in my chambers at 6:00 in the morning" I teased. Mbaku has never ever asked to sleep in my room so that can only mean one of two things. 1. He watched a scary movie with N'yame(nuh-yah-mey)again and got scared or 2. The builders are upgrading his chambers to something bigger. "Oh um they're just working on my room so I had to come in here." Mbaku replied looking off to the side. "No they aren't. Mbaku we've been friends since age 8 I know when you are lying" I said. "Alright you caught me y/n. Me and N'yame watched a scary movie last night and I couldn't think straight." He admitted. *i knew it* I thought as I immediately busted into laughter. "You're one of the most powerful leaders I know yet you're scared of a little doll" I said. "Enough enough" he replied laughing at my statement. I led him to my room and we both cuddled in the bed together. Me and Mbaku always have had a really tight bond and we did almost everything together so it didn't feel weird cuddling each other. I snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

𝑀𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤎:

As me and y/n cuddled each other I took a moment to look at her closely. She's changed a lot from when we were younger. She had a round face with e/c(eye color) eyes, nice plump lips, and her skin glowed as bright as the sun. Y/n also had a million-dollar smile that was so beautiful. I've always had feelings for y/n. Strong feelings. I wanted to be with her so bad but I know how relationships have effected her in the past and I'm not sure if she wants that right now. I let my thoughts drift off and slowly fade away as I went to sleep.

*timeskip 2 hours*

It was now 8:00am and new guard Imaya had brought our breakfast. Y/n and I both had pancakes, French toast, and bacon with some fruit. Afterwards, me and y/n both went to practice training. Y/n was working towards becoming a Jabari warrior and what better person to train her than me her bestfriend?

"Remember what we practiced last time?" I asked her. "Yeah. It was the tornado move right?" She asked for reassurance. I nodded in response and got into my stance. The tornado move is one of the most brutal and hard moves to do. The spear mimics the movements of a helicopter blade and impacts damage to your opponent at the same time with the sharp blades.

𝑌/𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤍✨:

*timeskip 1 hr*

I got into my stance and prepared to attempt the helicopter move. My feet danced swiftly across the floor as I made my way to mbaku twirling the spear in my hand with my left hand. I moved the spear into my right hand while twirling it but, as I got ready to aim at mbaku i lost control of the spear and it fell to the ground. A sigh of frustration came from my lips and Mbaku gave me a knowing look.

"I know it's hard but you must keep trying. The warrior is already inside of you, you just have to channel it" he said to me. I nodded and rose fo my feet. "Channel my inner warrior, eh? Watch this" I said as I playfully attacked him. Both of us moved swiftly through the room as we sparred with each other when suddenly, I began to lose my balance. Mbaku noticed and quickly grabbed my waist to keep me from falling. I was now turned facing him as he stared in my eyes. "Hellooo earth to M'baku" I said as I waved my hand across his face. "Yes y/n? My apologies I was daydreaming" he replied. "You're good" I said chuckling. "Are you ready to go back now?" Mbaku asked. "Yes let's go" I replied as we turned to walk back near our chambers

Imaya pov🖤:

I watched as y/n and Mbaku walked back to their chambers. *why does he like her so much? Why can't that be me?* I thought. "Why does mbaku favor y/n so much?" I asked jamilah(jah-mill-uh). "The two are just bestfriends" she replied not paying attention. "They don't seem like it. Have you seen the way he touches her and how he treats her in general? Hanuman forbid that anything happen to y/n and he'd go crazy" I said with a hint of jealousy in my voice. "And? Whats it to you?" Jamilah said. "That should be me not her. I mean come on i look wayyy better than her. I just don't get what he sees in her." I spat. "My goodness imaya. Get over yourself the world doesn't revolve around you. Mbaku doesn't want you so just leave it!" jamilah said annoyingly. She walked away but her words played like a tape recorder in my mind. Mbaku doesn't want you so just leave it. I hate to admit it but she's right. *i have to do something* I thought. Suddenly, a idea lit up in my brain.

He will be mine one way or another....

Jamilah Pov💕:

I know you're probably wondering why I'm so upset with Imaya but I swear she's getting on my nerves. Since she's got here all I've heard from her is "Mbaku this. Mbaku that" don't get me wrong I love Mbaku. I look up to him and he is one of the best leaders we've ever had in this tribe. He even gave me a place here in jabariland when I had nothing. It's the fact that Imaya won't take no for a answer. She's getting more and more crazy by the day and I'm convinced that she'll do anything to stop Mbaku and y/n's friendship. I'm not very familiar with y/n but I can tell she is a very sweet person and Mbaku adores her very much. If you ask me, they would look cute together but that's none of my business. Today was very stressful so I prepared a herbal bath for myself to help me de-stress. In the process of me doing this my head started pounding and I saw a image of what looks like a angry Imaya. (A/n: jamilah has special abilities and can see what's gonna happen through visions). I looked more closely and saw that she was actually putting some type of liquid into y/n's food. "Oh no I have to go tell them NOW!" I said to myself. When I reached y/n and M'baku's shared room I I informed them of everything Imaya had said earlier. "And I also just had a vision. She could try to poison you don't eat anything that she gives you." I told her. Mbaku thanked me but y/n was skeptical. "Are you sure? That doesn't seem like her." She said as her thoughts took over. "Heed my warning y/n. Imaya can't be trusted" I told her with a pleading look.

*timeskip*

The morning came and me and Imaya were preparing breakfast for the two. Other Jabari warriors would be joining us to celebrate y/n becoming a Jabari warrior. I looked over to see Imaya sprinkling some black powder into y/n's food and drink. She then turned to me and said "I'll take the plates out to them while you get the drinks." "No worries I'll take care of it. You're still new here you need to rest some " I convinced Her. When she moved from the kitchen to the dining area I quickly switched y/n's plate and drink with hers. Everyone had the same thing so there was no issue.

Jamilah pov🖤:

*why isn't the poison working* I thought as I took the last bite of my food. Suddenly, my throat began to burn like fire and I began to choke. "S-someone h-help me" I managed to say. Jamilah rushed over to me and instead of helping me up she pushed a sharp object into my skin. "Shut up!" She whispered. "This is what you get for trying to poison y/n." She spat. My karma finally came back on me. I wish I could take it all back because now I'm the one suffering. Before I could even say anything my breath slipped away and my eyes dimmed until they were shut.....

Omniscient pov🎥:

The whole Jabari tribe was shocked when they heard the news. Y/n stood there in shock and she remembered Jamilah's words. "Don't take anything she gives you. She could try to poison you" I put the pieces together and finally realized what had happened. Imaya wanted mbaku to herself and saw me as a threat therefore she attempted to kill me to get to him. *but why? Me and him are only best friends right?* I thought. I have feelings for mbaku but I haven't had the best time with relationships and I'm worried about losing our friendship. I love how he cuddles me at night or when he hugs me when we watch movies together. "Y/n i need to talk to you" mbaku said. "About what?" I questioned. "Come. We need to talk privately" he said leading me to our shared room. I sat on the bed facing him. "I'm listening whenever you're ready" I told him. "We've been bestfriends for over 4 years. I know you haven't had good experiences with relationships but give me a chance to be more than your friend." Mbaku said. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean what of something happens and we break up and it becomes weird between us?" I asked. "Don't worry about that y/n. I adore you very much and will always take care of you." Mbaku said holding my face to his so we'd make eye contact. "So, do you want this? I don't wanna rush you into a relationship after-" I cut him off by giving him a long, passionate kiss. "Of course I want to be with you. I was just waiting for you to finally ask me" I smirked.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Mbaku made his way closer to me and kissed my lips. I kissed him back and before I knew it we were caught up in a makeout session. Mbaku trailed kisses from my lips and then down to my neck which caused me to let out a small moan. Mbaku gave me hickeys from my neck, stomach, and even my chest. We pulled away from each other and cuddled. I turned on "Coming to America" on Netflix .

*I never knew my bestfriend would become the love of my life* i thought. Shortly after, I fell asleep in m'baku's arms and his touch brought a relaxing feel to my body.

A/n: excuse any errors😭I never proofread and I just know I be having a bunch of mistakes. But hopefully y'all enjoyed this story/imagine let me know if you have any ideas for the next one. I also take requests🤍

[tenochconamor]

Tenoch Huerta as Mendel in Son of Monarchs (2021)

[attoye]

So true! ❤️⚔️🩵 #AttoyeForever 🥹😍

ɴᴀᴍᴏʀ x sʜᴜʀɪ 🫱🏽‍🫲🏿 ᴀᴛᴛᴜᴍᴀ x ᴏᴋᴏʏᴇ

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs [ᴡ/ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs]

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✓ “ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ”

✓ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ ғɪʀsᴛ, sʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ

✓ “ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ”

✓ sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴅᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇss, sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀ ᴋɪssᴇs, sᴄᴀʟᴘ ᴍᴀssᴀɢᴇs, ᴡɪɴᴋs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀғᴀʀ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ/ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

✓ ʙᴀᴅ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴏ’s ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ [ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀs]

✓ “ɪᴛ’s ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.”

✓ *ʟᴏsɪɴɢ sɪᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ’s ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss*

✓ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴏ̨ᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴏɴ

✓ “ʏᴇᴀʜ….ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴄʜᴀᴀᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ.”

✓ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs -> ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ -> ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs

✓ “ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ?” “ɪᴛ’s…ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ.”

✓ ᴋɪᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴋɪʟʟs ɢᴏᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴʟʏ. “sᴏ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴄ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ? sᴛᴏᴘ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴅ, ɪᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ғᴜɴɴʏ!”

✓ “ɢʀɪᴏᴛ, ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏᴏʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀɪᴅ.”

✓ ʜᴇᴀᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ [ʜɪs ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴄᴜᴍs ғɪʀsᴛ]

✓ “ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ.” “ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ!” *ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇs*

✓ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ʟᴏɴɢ sᴇssɪᴏɴs, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇs, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ, sᴏғᴛ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍs, ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ʙɪɢ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ʀᴀᴡ,ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ

✓ ᴡᴀᴋᴀɴᴅᴀɴ x ᴛᴀʟᴏᴋᴀɴɪʟ ᴄᴏᴏᴋᴏᴜᴛs [ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ʙᴏᴍʙ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ]

✓ ᴍᴀʟᴇᴡɪғᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ. ɢᴀᴛᴇᴋᴇᴇᴘ. ɢᴀsʟɪɢʜᴛ. ɢɪʀʟʙᴏss.

✓ ”ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴡɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ? ʙᴀʙᴇ, ɪᴛ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴄᴋ!”

✓ ɢɪʀʟ ᴅᴀᴅ [ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏ]

✓ ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ, ᴍ’ʙᴀᴋᴜ, ʀɪʀɪ, sᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs [ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴇᴅ/ ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ]

✓ “sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀ?” “ʏᴇᴀʜ….ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ.”

✓ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴs/ ꜱᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ sᴇssɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ғᴜɴ

✓ “…ᴡᴏᴡ…ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ sʜᴀʀᴋ…ᴀs ᴀ ɢɪғᴛ…ɴᴏ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴀᴜ…ʏᴏᴜ…ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ….”

✓ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

✓ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ʙɪɢ sᴏғᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ

✓ “ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀʀᴇ ғɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴘᴇᴛs…ᴏʀ ғᴏᴏᴅ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ? ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!”

✓ “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʙᴏʏ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʙᴏʏʏʏʏʏ”

✓ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴɪᴢᴇʀs [ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs + ʀᴏss ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ]

✓ *sᴇᴇs ʀᴇᴅ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟғ/ ᴋɪᴅs*

✓ *ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ “ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ” ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ’s ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ [ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜss/ ᴛʀᴏʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ]

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[feasibilities]

gonna write something nasty for my fiesty bby, namora ✍🏿

expect it in the next few days! ⚗️