#namora x fem!reader
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namorblog · 2 years ago
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Namora x wife!reader𓆝♡🌊
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you and namora got married a little while ago, you a person from the surface who had many important things on the surface, and she someone from the bottom of the sea, an entire kingdom that she fought to protect.
an unlikely couple isn't it? everyone thought it wouldn't last the two of you, but here you are, fixing up the house you and she were to share.
you came up with the idea of ​​going to live near the beach, a house that would be yours and hers. of course, K'uk'ulkan didn't like the idea at first due to the hatred on the surface, but seeing the happiness of someone important to him together with someone else, he let namora visit you and help you with the move, of course with very careful for no other surface to see next to you.
second day of moving, you were taking the boxes in, unfortunately namora weren't there.
right on the day the heavy boxes arrived.
you were angry and sad, she had promised that she would help you today. you didn't have half her strength, compared to her you were minuscule in the sense of strength.
with your thoughts of how you'd be ignoring her for the rest of the day when she arrived you didn't even hear her come in through the bedroom balcony.
you screamed when you felt someone hug you from behind, you looked and were relieved to see namora there.
Ba'ax a necesitado bejla'e'.
(Are you needy now?)
you said as you let go of her and she was confused by your reaction.
"Ba'ax a k'áat a wa'al."
(what you mean?)
you ignored what she said and went back to picking up the boxes and getting tired of so much weight you were carrying, you felt the weight leave your arms and see namora holding the box and putting it in your room.
"Cha' in beetik".
(Let me do it.)
she said as she picked up more boxes.
5»No, meetej. Ts'o'ok u meentik."
(No, I do. I was already doing it!)
you said as you tried to pick up another box but failed as your body ached.
"Kulen!"
(Go sit!)
Namora said and helped you to go to the sofa in the living room and make you sit there.
you watched her carry the boxes with ease.
after a while you went to get up to make some coffee, but then you felt namora pull you by the waist and make you go back to the sofa, you grumbled and crossed your arms in defeat.
you watched her make something in the kitchen and come back to the living room with a bowl of cut fruit.
"janal"
(Eat.)
you took a piece of the fruit and ate it.
a silence remained between you two.
".. Ma' taak ka'ach in meentik a luchar utia'al u bisik le cajas, u juro, yaabilmech taal ka'ache' utia'al a wáantik. Ba'ale' Yanchaj jump'éel káajal imprevisto. Ka wu'uyik".
(I.. didn't want to make you struggle carrying the boxes, I swear, I wanted to come earlier to help you.. but there was an unforeseen event.. I'm sorry.)
you looked at her and looked at what she was wearing, she wasn't wearing the clothes you were used to seeing, today she was wearing an orange dress that went down to her feet.
"Ma'alo'ob"
"It's fine."
you said as you finished eating the fruits.
Namora sat next to you and made you lay your head in her lap.
she started stroking you cheek and then stroking your hair.
☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒🐠༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆
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namorkawaiiwife · 2 years ago
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Nsf//w namora alphabet!⭐
Warning: C X Y Z are not here in so Sorry😭😭😭
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
depending on where you are, if you were a human and they had done it on the beach, she would try to take you to your house (let's imagine that you live near the beach ok) and she would try to take care of you very carefully, afraid of to have hurt you at some point, you would have to tell her that it's ok, because she doesn't know how the human body works, even if you are strong and healthy she would treat you as if you were something fragile and easy to break.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
in my opinion, she likes her waistline, i don't have much opinion on what she likes about herself sorry.
but, what she likes in her partner is definitely her cheeks, breasts, and thighs.
she loves to grab your cheeks and pinch them when you're being naughty and not obeying her.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
she already had scenarios in her head of how you would moan her name, how you would beg her to fuck you. how you would be tied to the bed asking for attention.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
she is not a virgin. thats for sure but if you are human she would be a little scared the first time, she would be scared of hurting you, she would just be sure you want her to fuck you hard when you beg her
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
she likes to be on top of you, and your hands are tied.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Serious.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
well, it depends if you like to be fucked hard or gently.
but like we all are a bunch of bitches who love to be fucked by women and we love to be fucked hard.
she would leave marks all over your body, especially in the parts that would show when you went somewhere public.
she would tease you, talking like you and so desperate for her touch on your pussy.
how you moan desperately for any touch she gives you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
on the beach at night specifically.
she doesn't want anyone to see your body, only her.
and if they once catch you both.
she would kill the person for just looking at you with no clothes on.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
what turns her on and if you start to look like a kitten wanting affection.
she would go crazy if you did that in public, calling her the names you can only call her in bed.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
she likes to give. she loves to see how you moan desperately for more or how you move your thighs to get more attention
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Both ofc.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
she doesn't like it very much, but if you ask nicely she will do it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
no, she hates to think that someone might see you without your clothes on. that's why she prefers to do it on the beach at night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i don't know if talokan has toys.
but, if you show her something like a vibrator, she would like the idea.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
she sure likes to see how you look when she stops touching you at some point, how you beg her to keep going.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
she doesn't moan very loudly when she fucks you.
but when you offer to fuck her, she has to hold in the moans sometimes.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
imagine that you wake up one day and when you look out the window, at a small pile of folded clothes, you look and see that they are underwear.
already knowing whose it was you decide to try each one.
that day you would see the night.
so you chose one of the clothes that was green in color and that didn't hide even half of your boobs.
when you arrive at the beach and she is there, you were wearing a white dress and the outfit you chose underneath.
as she took off her dress, you could see how she blushed when she saw what you were wearing underneath.
"did you like it?"
you asked her, and she replied yes with a nod.
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creamecafe · 2 years ago
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I have a fanfic idea! It's a Namora x FEM!Reader, or really any insert!reader but I mainly want it to be Fem. The plot is that Namora has always had feelings for the reader but doesn't say anything because she thinks reader and Namor has something going on between them. But Reader is also into Namora too but both just pining for each other. Then Attuma or Namor notices what's going on and encourages the reader to tell Namora how she feels and they are together?
Let me know if you want tags!
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axailslink · 2 years ago
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Cocky Bitch
Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader
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Summary: you were talking like you were big and bold and now Riri wants you to be bold in front of her. She calls you and you tell her your true thoughts.
You're a giggling mess as you look at your phone and send the message you've been pondering on for about a good five minutes. You’d paced the room for a while in hopes that you'd send it eventually but it took a while Riri ain't one to play around with you especially if you are trying to rile her up. You take a deep breath and send it with a wide smile on your face as you do so.
you keep doing all this talking when you could really be putting your mouth to better use.
You never received a message back and your anxiety is off the walls. This ain't the first time you've texted her something like this so why is she not answering? Before you can let yourself get too in your thoughts and feelings there's a knock on your dorm room door you're quick to answer it as you were already standing. Behind the door a smiling Riri is revealed and you immediately try to close it back but she's already let herself in. "So what was with all that I should put my mouth to better use talk? Cause I'm here I brushed my teeth, I filed my nails down and I got my book bag. So what was up with all that shit you were saying?" You laugh and shrug “I was just playing it ain’t even that serious” Riri nods and watches as you try to put some distance between you and her but she doesn’t let you get far because she grabs you by your waist keeping you within kissing distance. “Tell the truth you knew you weren't playing. We both know you weren't playing, matter of fact I’m pretty sure you get off to the sound of my voice so if you about it I’m about it.”
Oh this cocky bitch.
She’s so hot yet she’s so cocky and arrogant but why the fuck does she wear it so well? You’re a little annoyed now simply because she’s right you could get off to the thought and sound of her. It's disgusting but if this theory were tested it would be true. “Get off to the sound of your voice?” she nods as she licks her lips and lets her eyes run down your form, her gaze perverted as if she can see right through your clothing. Your stomach does backflips but you’re trying to prove that she’s a cocky bitch right now so now is not the time to fold instead you mumble “and what makes you think that?” She smiles before she speaks because she knows she’s about to read you down to the last page. “I mean maybe it’s the way when we’re on the phone approximately around twelve I start to get sleepy so I nod off and you go “baby talk to me” and I’m just humming as a reply but when I do speak I don’t have much energy… However I am wide awake when I hear you start to whimper my name or when you suddenly mute yourself and I can no longer hear that raggedy ass fan in the background. So yeah I know you could get off on just my voice, maybe even just the thought of me.” You want to disagree but why lie about something she already knows the truth about? You stand there as still as a statue until she sits her bag down beside your feet and it thuds against the ground bringing you back to reality.
“Since you know so much how about you go sit down. You know I think about you when I touch myself but you don’t know what I’m imagining so I confess…” You gently push Riri towards your bed while you lock your door “I imagine you underneath me being as pretty as you are right now except you’re crying from the overstimulation this whole cocky facade you put on it’s gone. I want to get rid of it. I want to see you in shambles underneath me. Would you like to be in shambles underneath me?” Riri just sits on the edge of your bed not expecting such words to come out of your mouth not once have you ever said anything of the sort to her about this little fantasy of yours. It makes her look at you differently. She's never had anyone talk to her the way you just had and she’s interested she wants to know more about these little fantasies of yours. Maybe even experience them. “I asked a question. Riri I would love an answer in return” Riri nods but she’s finding it hard to answer because how would she? What should she say? What should she do?
“Yeah.”
A/n: as y'all know my FICS do not be edited well so if you see something confusing let me know via messaging I'll fix it.
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axailslink · 2 years ago
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Beautiful girl 🤎
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xexyromero · 1 year ago
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oii xexy! você poderia fazer headcanons de como seria namorar com os meninos? desde já agradeço 💗
wn: oiiiiii! mil perdões pela demora na resposta </3 mas segue aqui! espero que você goste, viu?
meninos do cast x namoro
fem!reader headcanon
tw: +16 (?)
enzo:
muito muito muito tempo de qualidade.
não esquece uma data especial - e faz questão de comemorar. nem que seja um jantar rapidinho em algum restaurante mais simples ou um buquê de flores inesperado, só pra não deixar as datas passarem em branco. 
te manda mensagem o dia todo, tanto com perguntas sobre o seu dia quanto com fatos sobre o dia dele! e adora te enviar fotos de tudo.
muito apelidinho fofo e é daqueles que acha que você está com raiva se chamar de “enzo”. 
é meloso mas terminantemente contra usar voz de bebê pra falar contigo. 
agustin
é um bobão com energia golden retriever, extremamente apaixonado e que faz qualquer coisa por você. 
esquece todas as datas especiais porque acredita que toda oportunidade que vocês tem de se ver é uma data especial e deve ser tratada como tal. 
adora viajar com você! e está sempre propondo novas viagens quando tem tempo livre. 
não é do estilo mandar mensagem, mas é do estilo ligação! qualquer chance que ele tem, te liga. 
é muito carinhoso fisicamente - está sempre sentado do seu lado, fazendo carinho na sua mão e te dando beijinhos quando estão em público e no privado. 
fran
muito date em museu, espaço expositivo e cinema! 
não te manda muita mensagem ao longo do dia, mas enche suas mensagens diretas do instagram e do tiktok de meme (e fica chateado quando você não vê).
é totalmente a favor da voz de bebê entre o casal. 
faz skincare com você e é maravilhoso em te ajudar a escolher roupa.
não gosta muito de briga e acredita muito no poder da comunicação - toda vez que os ânimos vão se tornando mais agressivos, te abraça bem forte e pede que conversem melhor depois de se acalmarem um pouquinho. 
matias
muita, muita, muita declaração de amor de todas as formas possíveis e imagináveis (de bilhetinho grudado no espelho a post no instagram). 
é ciumentíssimo e, devido ao seu jeito mais bruto, vocês costumam brigar a respeito - mas as brigas se resolvem rapidinho, ele não é orgulhoso.
gosta muito de saídas ao ar livre, principalmente de ir à praia. faz questão que você esteja em todas elas. 
se o agustin é um golden, o matías é um gato. ama carinho, pede carinho, dá carinho, mas quando sente que deu, deu. 
assiste, escuta e come tudo e qualquer coisa que você diz que é “seu favorito”. 
kuku
viciado em te amar. namora pra casar e está determinado a formar uma casa e uma família com você. 
suuuper próximo da sua família e só não pediu permissão pra te namorar porque sabia que você ia ficar magoada (afinal, quem tem que permitir é você, né). 
manda mensagem como se fossem bilhetinhos ao longo do dia e só falta terminar assinando (“deixei tal coisa pra você na geladeira, beijos”, “não esqueça que vamos jantar fora hoje!, beijos”).
você e ele são considerados os “pais” do rolê. 
tem uma energia de mocinho, mas dentro de quatro paredes é um animal.
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gardensofbabilon · 6 months ago
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the girl is mine - Pipe Otaño x Fem! Reader
a/n: oii hermanas!!! inspirada nesse post sensacional venho aqui com mais uma smau do meu namorado
summary ★: ser a modelo mais bem paga do mundo vem com um ciúmes engraçado do seu namorado... ou podemos dizer, possessivo?
warnings: pipe!ciumento :)
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seuuser respirando entre o caos 🌞
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user1 o casal mais lindo do mundo
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snlover como pode alguém TÃO??
devinbooker 🌞⚰
➜ pipegonotano ta se representando no 2 emoji??
➜ user7 PIPE MEU DEUS
pipegonotano ainda inacreditáver que você é minha namorada
pipegonotano te amo muito
➜ seuuser eu teamo mais
user828 A MULHER MAIS GOSTOSA DO MUNDO
user191 ME BEIJA
➜ pipegonotano não.
oliviarodrigo 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (curtido pelo autor)
➜ seuuser liv!! você e o louis na proxima!! 💞
➜ pipegonotano PQ VC NÃO ME MANDOU UM EMOJI TB??
➜ pipegonotano EU QUERO EMOJI
snupdates a melhor parte de todo post da sn: ela❌❌❌ os comentários do pipe ✅✅✅
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seuuser me juntei a sabrinacarpenter e pipegonotano na direção para o videoclip do sensacionalincrivelmaravilhoso hit ''feather''! agora no youtube <3
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sabrinacarpenter muito obrigada por aceitar!! você é uma deusa!!
matiasrecalt eu quando não tiro essa música do repeat
➜ pipegonotano homem você é casado, se respeita
pipegonotano um prazer dirigir a mulher mais linda do mundo (você) nesse vídeo!! te amo!! (curtido pelo autor)
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➜ pipegonotano sim só você mocreia
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➜ seuuser vi na rua fiquei com dó
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seuuser c'est une nouvelle année
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landonorris 🔥🔥 que jeito de começar 2024
➜ pipegonotano ?
user81 os anos mudam mas os comentários do pipe sempre são os melhores
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tchalamet Préviens-moi quand tu es à Paris
➜ pipegonotano aviso sim mano, aviso pra você ficar bem longe
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pipegonotano como eu amo começar mais um ano namorando essa mulher LINDA que me AMA e eu AMO MAIS deus obrigada pela benção (curtido pelo autor)
➜ user61 queria um pipe pra mim vey
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pipegonotano OI ANUEDIUWNN
pipegonotano OI AMOR
pipegonotano AI DEUS NÃO ACRIEDTO QUE VOCE NAMORA COMIGO
pipegonotano JÁ ESTOU PRONTO PRA MAIS UMA
➜ matiasrecalt que nojo felipe meu deus se fecha
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pipegonotano TA LINDA AMOR
carlossainz55 diosa 🔥😍
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➜ pipegonotano 👍
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mirrorpalais seuuser para a coleção 2024 da mirror palais desfilando pela primeira vez com nossa marca no PFW! Uma pros livros de história!
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user8138 que vestilo LINDO eu quero
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➜ pipegonotano já é a minha musa
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seuuser muito obrigada pelo convite!!
pesopluma quero levar a modelo pra casa
➜seuuser vai ficar querendo
➜snupdates ELA PEGANDO A MANIA DO PIPE DE DAR FECHOS PELOS COMENTÁRIOS
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snupdates oramos pra igreja da sn 🙏🙏
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➜seuuser meu marido, gostou?
➜ user61 MARIDO?? OI??
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pipegonotano sim sou BDSM é bom demais ser monogamico é bom demais ter uma linda dessas que dorme e acorda do meu lado é bom demais amar e ser amado é bom demais meter de ladinho de manhã rssss
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seuuser é bom demais estar do seu lado mon coeur <333 casate conmigo
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vogrincicenzo menos detalhes na próxima.
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blaspolidori QUE NOJO
blaspolidori VOCÊ ME TRAIU
➜seuuser vai cobiçar a mulher do diabo
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quigonswife8 · 2 years ago
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Headpiece: Namor x fem! reader
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You clean Namor’s headpiece
This isn’t perfect or anything cause I had writers block and was trying to decide what to write.
Also thank ya'll for 200 followers!! I hit it a few days ago but didn't really say anything cause I worried I wouldn't be at that after unfollowing a bunch of those stupid bots💀 but again, Ty❤️
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K'uk'ulkan had to leave and he said you could just wait for him because he'll be a while, then he left. Well not before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, and muttering some words of endearment.
If it was any other time he would have let you go but you were recently injured and still need time to heal so you stay.
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Fingers run along the headpiece in your hands. K’uk’ulkan’s headpiece. He'd left it behind because it needed to be cleaned and with your spare time you've decided to do it for him.
His headpiece is a symbol of his power, his status. Each color, each piece of the headpiece, perfectly symbolizing K'uk'ulkan. Who he is as a person. His outfit, as a whole, really encapsulates him but it's his headpiece that does it most. It's also your favourite part of his outfit.
The mirror in front of you reflects your action of cleaning it. Gently so the headpiece doesn't break in any way. You lean back against the chair, looking away from the headpiece for a moment to look at yourself through the mirror.
The gorgeous blue of the dress really suits the colour of your eyes. Namora was the one who had gifted this dress to you, and when K'ak'ulkan had seen you in it for the first time, he couldn't contain his awe. His cousin stood by the door arms crossed smiling too.
At that memory, you can't help but smile. Seeing that look in his eyes- a look of awe but also love, followed by a compliment, that had made you smile- it's always nice to think back on these memories.
Though you pull yourself back to reality, wanting to finish cleaning his headpiece before he gets back.
So looking back down, you continue.
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Time gets lost on you, because by the time you're finished, it's been an hour. Right on time K’uk’ulkan enters the room: his eyes going to you, and he smiles seeing you cleaning the headpiece.
He approaches. His figure comes into view of the mirror but because you're so focused on cleaning his headpiece, it's a surprise when he greets you with a kiss on your head.
"You didn't have to do this."
You smile softly, melting into his sudden touch.
"I know but I wanted to."
In the mirror you see you and your king, but in the mirror K’uk’ulkan sees him with a powerful woman. with his queen. He couldn't have asked for anyone better.
"Thank you." and as he looks at you, you smile back.
"You're welcome."
After this he moves his hands down to rest on top of yours, placing them on both sides of his headpiece. Then as he looks down at it, he makes a motion meaning 'can I take this?'
You take your hands away letting him pick it up; you watch him as he slowly raises it and you realize he probably wants to wear it.
"You know..." He slowly begins to lower it, above your own head. "I have never seen you wear this..." then he places it on your head, and you turn to look at him this time.
He looks at you, and a smirk falls onto his lips replacing that smile. Perfect, that's what you look like wearing it. "you look..."
He looks forward, bringing his hands to rest on the back of your chair.
"Perfect."
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killmongerskeepermain · 2 years ago
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Her Heart // Chapter 2 // Shuri
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Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Violence // TW Kidnapping // Blood // Torture // Graphic
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4
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The communication cut mid sentence and you fiddled with the bracelet before a curse slipped from your lips as nothing happened. "Fuck. Griot what happened?"
"Our communications are down. I am trying to reboot them now." 
"All communications?" You questioned as the lights dimmed.
"Quickly." You said before a loud bang was heard throughout the palace. "Everyone find shelter now! Queen, Namora come with me." You led the two to a secret room behind a painting for the three of you to seek refuge for the time being. You put in the code and pulled the door open, ushering the two inside. When the door locked back in place you held your wrists up in the air. 
"Griot, what's happening?" You asked and video footage appeared showing at least 6 men walking through the palace with guns and armor. "Who are they?"
"They look to be regular mercenaries." Namora stated and you shook your head. No. You knew what mercenaries looked like.
"These aren't just regular mercenaries. Where are we on those comms?" You asked with your back against the wall.
"They should be back online within the next few minutes." He responded and you prayed Shuri was on her way back. You can hold your own in a fight, but against 6 armed mercenaries and a pregnant queen under your protection, this could prove a problem. You held your head low as the queen rubbed her belly. 
"Who do you think they are?" She asked and you shrugged. You honestly had no idea. 
"I can't tell. Surely they're not from the states, they can barely tell when vibranium is just a trap to stop them from trying to steal it. They're not that bright." You replied as Griot announced the communications were back up. You quickly dial for Shuri who answered on the first ring. "Shuri." 
"Where are you my love?" She asked and you sighed. It was good to hear her voice.
"In the safe room behind the Bast painting. There are mercenaries in the palace. I don't know who sent them or why they're here." 
"Stay there. We'll come get you." She told you and you let out a sigh of relief. 
"Okay. They're coming to get us." You told the two Talokan women who also had relief flash over their features. You couldn’t believe someone had infiltrated the palace.  You leaned against the wall before Griot called out to you. "Ms. Y/N. The Royal Jet has landed."
“Good. Hopefully the intruders will see the black panther and make a break for it.” You said as you played with the ring on your finger. You couldn't stop the smile that appeared on your face as you heard the lock to the safe room click. The door slowly opened and Shuri walked in the room with dark eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were in danger. It's Shuri. Why would you be in danger? Your smile faded as she approached you. Her curls fell over her eyes as she stood over you.
"Shuri-"
"Ms. Y/N. The panther is coming to you now." It was then you realized who you were talking to through your bracelet. That you were in danger.
"Hello my love."
// Royal Jet //
"So you really don't know who from Talokan would start a war?" Shuri questioned and Namor shook his head. He was just as worried as the princess. His queen was in the palace which is currently on lockdown. Shuri went to speak but Grio's voice cut into her conversation. 
"Princess. The palace had been compromised." He said and Shuri's heart fell to her stomach. 
"What of Y/N and the Queen?" She asked as the royal jet flew to the landing pad.
"In the safe room behind the painting." As soon as the jet landed Shuri activated her helmet and ran out of the ship with Okoye and Ayo close behind. Attuma and Namor quickly joined them in case their queen was in danger. Shuri ran all the way to the painting and came to an abrupt stop when she realized the door was ajar. Creeping up to the door she saw Namora lying on the floor unconscious. Namor was quick to run up to her, falling to his knees pulling her up off the floor. 
"Namora. Can you hear me my child?" He asked softly and Shuri feared the worst. Namora was alone. Where were you? Are you hurt? Are you hiding? Where is the queen? Shuri ran to her lab and found her staff lying unconscious on the ground.
"Griot." The princess called out, trying not to assume the worst as she kneeled down to one of her staff members. 
"It appears everyone is okay just rendered unconscious by a knockout gas. They should be waking up any minute now." 
"Griot I need-" she stopped mid sentence trying not to let her emotions run wild and the AI system waited for her next instructions. "Do you have any footage from the last two hours? The entire palace." 
"Yes princess. Allow me to pull the footage. Although I will warn you, it will be hard to watch." He said and Shuri's head perked up as the helmet came off. The footage pulled up on the screen and she watched as the arms group blew through the wall of the downstairs area. Another camera caught you opening the safe room door for the three of you to hide in. A third panel showed the intruders tossing cans of knockout gas into her lab. The scientists had no chance and fell to the floor one by one in coughing fits until everyone passed out. Someone walked into the lab searching for something. She couldn’t tell who she was looking at as they kept a hood over their head. They bent down to grab a kimoyo bracelet off of one of the scientists before making their way out into the hall. The next camera angle is what made her heart shatter. 
She watched someone open the safe room door. No. Not someone. But herself. A doppelganger of some sorts. Okoye and Ayo silently entered the lab and watched on as their princess balled her fists. Two of the mercs tried to detain you but you were quicker and more nimble than they were. You easily knocked out the two assailants and she watched on as the fake Shuri walked up to you. By the look in your eyes you knew something was up. The two of you exchanged words before the fake Shuri quickly wrapped a hand around your throat and pinned you to the wall. You were quick on your feet and jumped to bring your legs around her neck and twisted your body until you fell out of her grasp. You pulled a dagger from your boot and went in for a fight. The fake dodged your blows perfectly landed a couple on your side but you didn’t falter. You fought till the end. That was just the kind of person you are. You went for a quick jab but was shocked when she grabbed your wrist stopping the blade as it was an inch from her throat. She pulled a syringe from her pocket and jabbed it into your neck. It didn't take long for your body to fall limp in her arms. Tossing you over her shoulder she tilted her head towards the queen and Namora before walking out of the safe room. Before leaving the frame, the fake looked up at the security camera with a smirk on her face as she walked away with Y/N. Her Y/N.
"That's enough Griot!" Okoye shouted and the AI cut the footage. She watched as her princess shoulder shook and she approached her slowly. "Shuri. We will find her. And we will bring her back home."
"I left her. She didn't want me to go and I left her." Shuri mumbled and Okoye put her hand on her shoulder.
"You couldn't have known this was going to be the outcome. We were all blindsided by this." She tried to reason but Shuri couldn't hear her over her heart beating through her ears. Everything just went silent. The only sounds she could hear was the beeping from her lab computers and the sound of her own heart. Hey eyes couldn’t stay focused on anything as she thought back to you fighting to protect yourself and the queen.
"It was a strategic play. To get the leaders away from their people." Ayo said and Namor entered the lab. 
"Whoever they are, they also took my wife. They're both alive. But there's no way of telling for how long. Attuma is going to take Namora back to Talokan. I'm staying here to help bring them back." His voice was laced with a rage that Shuri knew all too well.
"We don't even know who they are! All I know is I saw myself on that security camera. Me! Another me! I don't know. It looked like me." 
"A shape-shifter then?" Namor said and everyone looked at him. "Give it some thought. The Talokan warrior came to you with the threat of an attack. The Wakanda warrior came to us asking for Amera's presence here in the palace. What if it's the same person?" He questioned and everything started to make sense.
"Just like Y/N said it was a setup. We have to find them." 
"Princess if I may?" Griot spoke out and Shuri nodded. "Y/N's kimoyo beads and earrings are still active. She also thought ahead and gave a bracelet to Queen Amera as a precaution." Shuri couldn't help the smile on her lips as she thanked Bast for your quick thinking.
"That's my girl. Griot see if you can pinpoint their location."
// Unknown Location //
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, everything was blurred as you tried to focus your vision. The annoying sound of water dripping was enough to cause your head to pound until a voice called out to you.
"Y/N. Y/N are you okay?" The voice was soft and full of concern as your vision finally cleared. You turned your head to see Queen Amera chained to the opposite wall. You moved to get to her but the chain around your wrist stopped you. 
"Where the hell are we? Are you hurt?" You questioned and she sighed.
"Some rig in the middle of the ocean. They didn't inject me with anything as they done to you, but I was blindfolded on the way here." She told you and you bit your lip to think of a plan. If you could get the Queen into the water, she can swim away and notify Namor and Shuri. You'd have to buy time. "Y/N." She called out to you again, stopping your mental quarrel. The door up the stairs opened and you heard footsteps descending down the steps.
"You're awake. Good." You looked up to meet Shuri's brown eyes. Her curls sat on top of her head just as they did this morning. But no it couldn't be your Shuri. This was someone else. 
"Who the hell are you?" You questioned and she chuckled.
"That's no way to talk to the princess." She said and you tensed. Two of the guards with her walked over to Amera as she scrambled back to the wall. "Make her talk. We need to know Talokan's exact location."
"Shouldn't you already know? Your highness." You spat and her eyes flickered over to where you were chained. She let her mask falter for a split second as her two henchmen stalked closer to you. She held up her hand and the two guards paused their approach before she slowly walked over to you. She reached for your wrists as her eyes scanned over the kimoyo beads. 
"Let's see if these work, yeah? Call her." She smirked as you snatched your arm away. "I won't ask again." You couldn't help the frown that appeared on your face as she let out an irritated sigh. "Fine. Cut the baby out then kill the queen. Then Ms. Y/N."
Your body froze as they continued their advance to Amera would was trying her best to scramble away. "No please! Not my baby." They pinned her to the ground and you couldn't stay silent. 
"No! No! Okay! Okay. Alright." You sighed and the two guards moved away from her. You raised your wrist before dialing Shuri and you kept your eyes on the fake. 
"Y/N! Sthandwa are you okay?" The panicked princess questioned and before you could speak the fake Shuri cut you off.
"Princess! How nice to finally speak with you."
"Who are you? What do you want?" Shuri asked as Griot secretly traced the call. Okoye stood by the princess while Namor sat across the way.
"That isn't of importance right now. All you need to know is I need something from you. A couple of things actually." The fake said as you watched her every move. You couldn't show how scared you were. Not in front of her. "Starting with the data you have on the heart shaped herb. You actually recreated it after Stevens burned it to the ground. Fascinating."
"How do you know about that?" Shuri froze. Not knowing how someone would have access to that information.  
"I have my ways. But can you do that for me?"
"You want me to help you? Have you lost your mind?" Shuri sneered and the fake kneeled down in front of you, pulling the other dagger out of your boot.
"Not lost. Simply reevaluated. Question for you Princess, do you know just how fast Y/N can heal herself?" Before you could answer she stabbed you in the side causing you to scream out as you fell on your back. "Oh come on I barely pricked you." 
"Y/N!" Amera's voice called out to you as you felt your blood seep from the wound.
Shuri's body trembled as she listened to your pained groan. "Stop." It came out barely above a whimper. Unless you were right next to her, her plea wouldn't have been heard.
"Look, she's already healed herself!" The fake cheered as she grabbed your chin. "Good girl." She let go of you before standing to her full height. One that mirrored the princess.
"Princess Shuri, you have five hours to make your decision. Until then, Y/N and I are going to have a bit of fun." Shuri fell to her knees before the fake continued her speech. "As for you, K'uk'ulkan. Your wife could pop any second now. A mutant child from an underwater kingdom will go for a pretty penny. She should survive the birth. Maybe. Maybe not but who's keeping track?" 
Namor stood at the mention of his wife while Shuri sat trying to think of the best way to handle this. Her brother would know. She's never felt as useless as she does now. You told her not to go. And she didn't listen. Now you're in danger with some clone of her putting you through all this pain. Her own voice reached her ears and it was as if it was the only thing she heard.
"I'll be hearing from you soon."
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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 2 years ago
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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Eight
Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.
Warnings: None.
To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.
Word Count: ~2.4k
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K’uk’ulkan had kissed you deeply one last time, not being able to help himself after staying away from you for so long. You thought you were going to pass out from the heat burning beneath your cheeks at the intensity of his kiss… but no, you were just left in a daze. Then he guided you out of the tent, eager and looking forward to seeing you in the traditional wedding attire of his people. He had only ever seen you in the simple clothes you wore while living in your hut, and dressed in the clothing Namora had prepared for you? He had an almost impossible time taking his eyes off your beautiful form, let alone keeping his hands from wandering. K’uk’ulkan could only imagine what you would look like dressed in the traditional ceremonial garb. Calling for Namora, he spoke a few quick sentences in his native tongue, informing her of what he needed her to do for you. Namora was shocked to say the least, but she was pleased that you were making an effort to end the violence between your people. So with a promise to take good care of you, Namora bowed her head and guided you back the way you both had come.
You didn’t speak Yucatec Maya and didn’t have Griot with you, so you had no idea what had transpired between Namora and K’uk’ulkan. At the very least when you were brought to the room you had woken, you were surrounded by more blue skinned women, and not hardened soldiers. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? More rapid fire illusive words were exchanged, the faces of the women soon glowing with excitement and happiness. You felt more reassured by their reactions and your shoulders relaxed. Then two of the women approached you, taking your hands and tugging you in the direction of another hall. You glanced back at Namora with wide eyes, but she only nodded her head at you.
You trusted Namora, so you would trust these women.
The women had led you to a hot springs that bubbled and gurgled with steam and mist, inviting and making your body ache. You needed a moment to relax. You were going to get one because the women, Zyanya and Tlalli as they had told you, were carefully stripping you out of the dress you wore and motioning for you to step down into the warm water.
You had long since gotten used to bathing naked around other women, it was a common practice at the hot springs in Wakanda… but you couldn’t hold back your nerves this time. Not when you were such an outsider. You felt self conscious of your body, of your skin, of your being. Neither Zyanya nor Tlalli made any inclination at being judgmental over what they saw, busying themselves around you as you submerged yourself into the water. Wrapping your arms around your folded knees, you closed your eyes and took several deep and calming breaths.
You were alone, surrounded by the enemy of Wakanda, whose leader you had just shared a very intimate kiss with, and without a plan. You had also just agreed to a ceremony you knew nothing about.You might as well have sold your soul to the devil… but it if prevented needless death, you would take it. Yet you had thoughts of doubt, you were the ordinary one in the family. The black sheep whom T’Chaka and Ramonda had welcomed with open arms years ago. You didn’t know the first thing about how to make an alliance or be diplomatic, you never had the need to learn despite it being your choice of action. It wasn’t like you were ever going to be an influential figure from the royal family. At least you were smoothing things over with K’uk’ulkan, that was good. You were doing something right.
Hands gently stroked your hair and began to run scoops of water over the strands, soaking them and combing them. You were reminded of the times Ramonda had lovingly washed your hair for you when you were but a child, combing your hair neatly before braiding the strands in one of the many traditional styles of your new home. For a moment, you felt a flicker of homesickness. You had spent so much time trying to get away from your family to lesson your hurt, only to start wanting their company the moment you had the space you desperately craved. Were they even looking for you? Or were you simply assumed to be running from confronting the pain you had been stewing in for an entire year?
Those thoughts made your lip wobble and you harshly pressed them together to stop yourself from being consumed the sadness you had battled for so long. You were stronger than this, you had burned your funeral clothing. It was time to let go. Fingers began combing something that smelled nice, into your hair, lovingly tending to your hair and overall treating you with respect and reverence. Then Tlalli began massaging perfumed oils into your skin and you loosened up, letting her maneuver your limbs and treat every inch of your skin with devotion. You let them. It was probably part of a ritual, such as cleansing your body for the ceremony, or preparing your spirit in one way or another.
By the time your skin was buttery soft and a pearlescent sheen for being massaged and treated so delicately, your hair was fully washed and combed and you were being helped out of the hot springs. A beautiful stitched and embroidered robe was held open and you happily allowed them to cover your naked, damp skin with it, relishing the softness of the material. Led back to the cavern full of women, your jaw went slack.
While you had been bathing, they had been very busy. There was now a space where several women were fussing over white fabric, needles and silver thread in hand. A corner now had a table with several jars and brushes, squabbling women standing in front of it with scrolls of symbols… your eyes then caught a few boxes of jewelry, all a bright and vibrant jade that matched the ones K’uk’ulkan wore. Your hand was taken and you were led over to the jewelry.
You curiously looked around at the beautiful pieces, wondering how you were to wear some of them as they were obviously body piercing pieces. Then a women turned around and brandished a needle. Your eyes went wide and you gulped, panic washing through your body. Apparently you had unconsciously stepped backward, as you backed right into Namora. She gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to sit down. You wanted to whimper but held it back as you reluctantly sat down and nervously eyed the woman with the needle.
Less than a minute later, after one of the women had demonstrated that they could, in fact, pierce your body with little to no pain, you were allowing them to pierce the places they wished. The Talokanil had created a compound that numbed the surrounding flesh almost instantly, enabling for fast and painless piercing. Your ears were the first to be done, an industrial bar, much like Namora’s being placed along with an orbital, several helix and cartilage ones. You were fairly sure most of the argument the ladies ended up embroiled in, were about what jewelry would look best on you. You took comfort in the fact that they cared about placement.
Then they had wanted to pierce your septum. You had to resist screaming when the needle drew close to your face, but again, you felt no pain, and a beautiful vibranium ring had been placed. You had to admit that you liked the look in the mirror. The patterns in the metal reminded you of those you saw in the mayan murals and upon the fabrics around you. Shuri was going to like your new look, that you knew. Your mother? She was going to do a double take and possibly balk at your appearance. That wasn’t to say she would hate them, but she would probably want you to have piercings from Wakanda, not from the people who she was convinced were a threat to both you and her people. But what had you on edge the most, was when they moved to pierce your lip.
You panicked once more and Namora had come over, soothing you and reassuring you in the language you didn’t understand. You hated that you needed to hold her hand as they pierced your lip, adding a lip ring that divided your lower lip in half. When it was done, with no pain which you once again felt silly about, you were left staring into a handheld mirror in wonder. You looked like a completely other woman, with a tribal elegance. You looked different, more mature, regal, elegant in an ancestral way… but you felt that you now looked more like yourself than you ever had.
Someone took your hand, and you were tugged to your feet. Brought over to the women who had been arguing over markings on several scrolls, you were sat down once more, only this time, you were confronted with paint brushes. Your right foot was grabbed and held out, and then you watched with wide eyes as they started painting swirls of crimson on your body. You didn’t understand what the purpose of the symbols were, but you could figure out that they were probably a part of their culture, so you let them paint to their hearts content. Even when they tugged at your robe to get to your upper thighs, back, and stomach. They wouldn’t put so much time and effort into it if it wasn’t important.
You were perfectly fine with the paint, it just itched as it dried on your skin and you had to force yourself not to scratch the flesh where beautiful lines of red had been artistically drawn. Before they moved onto your back, your hair was once again brushed out before being braided back from your face. Once your hair was out of the way, the paintbrushes descended onto your back, and it tickled. You found yourself biting down on your lip, which only made you remember that you had a lip piercing now. Your mother was going to do a double take when she saw you, you were now certain. You also entertained the idea that she wouldn’t take kindly to you going off and doing some ceremony you didn’t know anything about, just for the sake of peace. But at the same time, hadn’t she lost enough family, enough people, already? Someone had to do something.
That happened to be you. 
While you were staring off into space, wondering what your mother would think about what you were about to do, the Talokanil finished up their work and began fussing over the outfit you were to wear. It was a handmaid of course, embroidered with equally white thread to accentuate the red and green adorning your body. When it came time to dress you, you were herded behind a screen and the robe tugged from your body. Your cheeks blazed with fire while you cradled your arms to your painted chest. The moment you saw white fabric you were relieved to be dressed in something.
The white gossamer material was dropped over your head and blue fingers were quickly holding onto your arms while they tied the sleeves and the neckline of the fluttering fabric against your skin. While they were fussing over the ties and plucking at white fabric, you came to a realization: undo the ties resting off your shoulders, and the dress could very easily be pulled from your body… you weren’t going to have to do anything naked… were you? You might draw the line at that.
“Really should have thought this through,” You fretted to yourself. Desperation for peace had convinced you to jump the gun so to speak, but if this worked, you would have no regrets. So you let them fuss over you until they were happy and chittering in Yucatec Mayan. The screen was pushed to the side and you picked at the cuticles of your left hand.
“In reina,”(My queen) You took in a deep breath, realizing that you could no longer stall. You twisted on the ball of your foot to see Namora standing next two others holding a large mirror. Your reflection caught your breath. You recognized yourself, your reflection, but this was the first time you had felt like you were someone. Not necessarily someone important, but someone. You didn’t feel like you were going to fade into the background, forgotten like so many times before. Between your plentiful new piercings, the pure white gossamer of the off the shoulder dress, and the red markings upon your skin, you found yourself staring at your reflection with a faraway expression.
“Ki'ichpanech,”(You are beautiful) One of the women murmured, the others nodded. Your skin prickled from the chill in the air and you finally looked to Namora.
“K’uk’ulkan?” You asked softly, knowing that she would at least know what you were indicating with his name.
“Chukpaxten, In reina,” (Follow me) She responded with a nod. The women who had helped you made the hand gesture you were now associating with a sign of respect. You felt compelled to return the gesture and did so, carefully raising your hands and copying their actions. Bright smiles appeared not heir faces and you turned to follow Namora, grabbing the skirt of your dress so you didn’t trip. As you walked, you saw flashes of red from your legs, bright and vibrant compared to the white skirts you held away from them. You hoped that you didn’t get any of the paint on the dress. It’d look like a bloody mess.
The path that Namora followed led back to the cavern where K’uk’ulkan was working on murals, that you knew… but there was a change of scent in the air. As if someone had burned incense. It tickled your nose and you forced yourself not to sneeze. Upon entering the cavern with the murals, you stopped short, your eyes widening. The space was clouded with the smoke from what had to be incense. There was now what looked like an alter set up with several items placed on a table. Colored flowers were placed at four points, red, yellow, purple, and white.
“Mayor,” (Elder) Namora spoke, bowing to an older looking Talokanil who stood draped in traditional garb.
“What am I getting myself into,” You whispered as the eyes of elder Talokanil gazed upon you. This all looked very… official. Fear crept into your veins.  Of course it did. This was a serious alliance you were negotiating/commencing, you had to respect their traditions. If you screwed this up, you felt like you were dooming your nation to certain war.
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Date Published: 4/23/23
Last Edit: 4/2/23
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lunathebee · 2 years ago
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4 and 9 from the Namor dialogue prompts? Preferably angst with a happy ending <33
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Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!fem!reader
Warning: plot that make no sense and only happen in fanfiction, tiny angst
A/n: Wow so many people want #4; this is the last left-over request.,thank you so much for being patient with me! This one is a little different from my usual writing style; lmk what you think! 
Dialouge prompt #4: “When that filthy man lays a hand on you, it’s destined for war to happen” ― “Please Namor-” ― “¡LÍIK’IK TALOKAN!”
Dialouge prompt #9: “Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I’m begging you…please. The war is over; we won… but without you, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
Summary: Namor can never learn how to control his wrath.
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Namor watches as Y/n swims around playfully, teasing him about how he is not fast enough. Her body moves as if it were one with the flow of water, and even if they're surrounded by water, Namor sees Y/n as if she's shining brightly; maybe that's how the nickname was born too.
"Stop messing around, little pearl" he scolded lightly, turning his head quickly to follow Y/n's movement. 
Namor often gets what he wants as king, but how strange that Y/n came crashing into his life, breaking almost every rule that he ever set up—not that Namor is upset or anything; how could he be? When she has those big doe eyes and a small pout on her face. 
"C'mon, you're no fun" Y/n reply and continue swimming; unlike the stoic king, she enjoys the thrill and joy of exploring everything. There are countless times she has convinced Namora to sneak out without Attuma or Namor knowing; it's not like they can't protect themselves, right?
And yet, Namor scolded Y/n every time he caught her going somewhere without telling him. 'Why are you so strict?' She asked but never expected an answer from the king, knowing that he must be tired of her acting so childish all the time.
But Namor never thinks like that; he also doesn't think he is being strict; a more suitable word would be "overprotective". The thought of something happening to Y/n drove him insane; what was the point of being king if he couldn't protect her? 
"Y/n, don't swim too close to the surface... It's dangerous" Namor said and immediately got Y/n's attention; she knows when he's being serious, and that's when she's not "little pearl" but "Y/n".
"But... I wanna see the ship... Please? Just a few seconds, and then we will go back home".
'Home..' Namor thought back to Talokan when Y/n mentioned it; he knows she loves Talokan as much as he does, and it is a place Y/n never jokes about, even in the slightest amount.
"Oka-" Before Namor can even finish his word, a loud splash of water can be heard among Y/n's screams.
It's chaos to the eyes, but Namor can see a man in full gear holding Y/n tight—no, too tight—to the point she's suffocating and thrashing around.
'How dare you... how dare you touch her!?' Namor thinks to himself while swimming at full speed, punching the guy out. He's lucky Namor didn't bring his trident with him today, or he'd have more than a broken nose.
"Are you okay? Pearl...answer me" Namor held Y/n's face to calm her down; it pained him to see how shocked she was by what had just happened.
The king doesn't know why and how the people on land know about them and plan this attack. He is worried their source of virbanium has been exposed to the world, but at the moment, he is more worried about his little pearl.
"There must be a whole crew up there; I will kill them all" Namor brings Y/n closer to him, letting their foreheads touch as a way of reassuring her. "When that filthy man lays a hand on you, it’s destined for war to happen"
"Please Namor-" Y/n tries to stop him, feeling unwell; did the guy do something to her when she was being held? Y/n didn't know, but there is a sharp pain in her back, and there is nothing she wants more than to be safe at home right now.
"¡LÍIK’IK TALOKAN!" Blinded by rage, Namor ignores Y/n's pleas and rushes away, leaving her behind whining in pain.
Y/n has no idea what will happen next, but she feels her body freeze and everything becomes blurry and hazy. In a blink, Y/n closes her eyes and sinks, feeling suffocated by the pressure of the blue ocean she once adored. 
===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===
“Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I’m begging you…please. The war is over; we won… but without you, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
Y/n can hear Namor's voice speaking to her; she scrunches her face in pain, blinking a few times before opening her eyes. "N-Namor…"
The king breathed a sigh of relief before hugging Y/n close to him. "I'm here, I'm here... Namora said you have been injected with some drug, but it's only a small amount; I'm sorry my pearl, I wasn't aware" He gives her a kiss on the forehead after saying so.
Namor is afraid that Y/n will hate him forever; she begged him to stay with her, but he ignored her; how selfish of him.
"It's okay...Please don't leave me again"
"Anything for you, my pearl"
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namorblog · 2 years ago
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Namor and a children! Pt.2ꕥೄྀ
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It's been a while since Namor brought you to Talokan, he treats you like a daughter and you are his princess.
but, something made him sad, the fact that you couldn't visit talokan really closely, of course, he could give you the blueprint that turned all of talokan into what they are today, but he was too afraid of going wrong.
what if the plant killed you instead of helping you?
that question haunted him every night.
until one day.
you were wearing a white dress that had a pattern of yellow flowers, you were going to Namor to ask him something.
"daddy!"
you said and he looked at you getting out of his thoughts.
"Yes Princesa?"
you started to twirl your own fingers
"I wanted to be just like you!"
you said and he looked at you confused
"how so dear?"
"I wish I could breathe underwater! I wish I was fast and strong like you! I wish I could see Talokan up close.."
Namor picked you up and looked at you.
"are you sure?"
you nodded in agreement.
you don't remember anything, just when you fell after drinking the plant. every second you were "dead", K'uk'ulkan didn't leave your side.
he hugged you begging you not to leave him forever.
you woke up, but everything seemed normal to you.
"daddy?"
K'uk'ulkan looked at you, your skin was still the same, you were still breathing out of water.
"are you ok,darling?"
he asked you and you said yes.
"did not work?"
you said as tears fell from your eyes.
"I don't know honey.."
maybe, you were just like him now.
he took you to the water and asked you to try to breathe in it.
you entered the water and soon came back to him smiling.
"It worked! I can breathe underwater!"
you hugged him and he hugged you extremely happily.
"do you want to see talokan up close princess?"
"Yes!"
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feasibilities · 2 years ago
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Talamilo'ob (Danger) - Namora x Talokanil Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Degradation, Tr!bbing, Dom!Namora, Overstimulation, Choking, etc.
Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than expected. Enjoy!
Taglist: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @milkycottoncandy
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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.
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creamecafe · 2 years ago
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The fact that my most liked post is about Dark!Namor fics and how writers make into something so gruesome and crazy and I have had people reblog it calling me weird for not liking it. Even though that may be my most "controversial" post I still find it funny
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axailslink · 2 years ago
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Dom in Trinidad
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writebycandlelight · 2 years ago
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Visit Me Again (Attuma x Mex!Fem!Reader) (3/?)
Prompt: Attuma returns to the surface in hopes of finding the mysterious woman.
Word Count: 550+
Pairing: Attuma x Mex!Fem!Reader
A/N: Part ONE ; Part TWO ; im also dying because i want them to kiss already but also AHHHHHHH.
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Attuma grabbed his spear and swam toward the exit of Talokan. He gave a sideways glance to Namora as he passed. The swim to the surface was short and he bobbed in the waves. He could easily see land but the woman did not seem to be on the beach. Attuma marched through the water onto the beach and headed toward the rock. He spotted the pieces of the plate still in the sand. Had she not returned at all? As if the mere thought of her beckoned, Attuma heard rustling from the brush further down the shoreline. He knew immediately from the footsteps that it was her. She stopped at the edge of the trees when she caught sight of him. "Entonces, has regresado, (so, you've returned)" she huffed, crossing her arms. "Si crees que te voy a dar ofrenda o adoracion, estás muy equivocado!" (if you think I'm going to give you an offering or worship, you're sorely mistaken) Attuma saw no softness in her face now. None of what she'd offered the very first time she'd dropped to her knees. None of the friendliness from the second time. He realized she was hiding her wrist with her crossed arms. He knew it was time to make some sort of peace. Attuma stabbed his spear into the ground and the woman flinched. He frowned and hesitantly brought his hands together. The Talokan salute. He watched the woman's eyes widen. The sparkle in them returned like the sun reflecting on the waves. Barefooted, she slid down the sandy dunes toward him. Attuma held very still as she approached. She stopped just before him and they stared quietly at one another for a moment. Her eyes wandered his face. It was mostly covered with the mask he wore and the headdress that adorned him. His armor however was very fascinating. She was intrigued by the teeth. All of the shark teeth that decorated his armor. She reached out and ran a finger along the serrated edges. Attuma was surprised by her bold action. She dared to touch him. Still, he did not move. She ran her hands along his armor, the rough ridges of his shell pauldrons, the spiny bones of his vambrace, and the rough damp straps that felt akin to leather. Attuma could smell her as close as she was. She smelled like the sea, coconuts, and soil. Her breath hitched when she realized her hands had stopped over his bare chest. She pulled her hand back quickly, embarrassed. She took a step back and glanced toward the sky. Attuma looked up and saw the moon was far lower than it had been before. He had spent far too much time here! Attuma pulled his spear from the ground and headed for the water. He paused as he heard her footsteps following. Attuma turned and pointed at her. "P'áatal! (Stay!)" he commanded. The woman froze. She didn't know what he said but she could guess. Attuma took a step into the water and waited. She did not follow. With a nod, he continued. "Adios, Tlaloc!" the woman shouted. Attuma paused. That name again. He turned to face her. She went quiet at his intense look. "Attuma!" he called back. Her brows shot up. A smile tugged at her lips. She raised a hand and waved. "Adios, Attuma!" Attuma dove. The sound of her voice still ringing in his ears.
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