#namor request

[mischievoushiddleston]

Kings Obsession

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Masterlist here!

Warning. SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy, kidnapping

Request bye @duhitzdae hope you like it💚

She had first seen him when she was on the beach with her mother and twin sister Shuri and after the battle between Talokan and Wakanda, she never thought she would see him again. Y/N was in Haiti with her sister at Nakia and, now wanting to finish the ceremony they had done on the beach, she left Shuri alone and went for a walk on the beach to clear her head herself. Behind her, she could hear the waves rolling onto the beach and was lost in her thoughts. "Princess Y/N..." she heard a voice behind her and winced because she knew the voice. She turned to see Namor standing behind her.

"What...what are you doing here, Namor?" she asked and he grinned but didn't answer when suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a mask was placed on her face. She didn't know why, but as a chant began she became drowsy and only noticed Namor lifting her in his arm and carrying her into the water.

When she awoke again she was in a cave and she sensed she was not alone. Y/N sat up and looked at Namor. "Princess, you're awake..." he said and she gasped slightly.

"What am I doing here?" she asked him, "Where am I anyway?"

"You are in Talokan, my kingdom..." he said and came to her. He stroked through her white hair and smiled, but she pulled back from him.

"K'uk'ulkan," said a woman behind him, and he continued to look at Y/N.

"I'll be right back..." he said and walked away with the woman. She was panicked as she looked around and looked down at her bracelet. She had no signal here to reach her sister. Damn. But she could use it to find a way out, she thought.

"Yeah," she said, looking around. No one was around, so she made her way until she arrived at a hole filled with water. She took a deep breath and sat on the edge so her legs were in the water before taking a deep breath and diving into the water. Y/N swam the path that was indicated to her until she reached the end and resurfaced and she was able to get out. Immediately she picked up her bracelet and was about to call when an arm wrapped around her and the beads tore from her hand.

"Very naughty to honor my hospitality like that..." he said in her ear, making her shiver. He let her go for a moment and destroyed the beads with his lock. "Deep breath..."

She reluctantly did as he asked and swallowed as he dove back with her. This time he didn't leave her there and led her to a room that had paintings on the walls.

"I want to go home," she said firmly as she looked at him and he looked at her firmly.

"This is your home now...and you will love me as I love you..." he said and stepped toward her. She stepped back until her back met the wall and he stood directly in front of her. "You will be my wife..." -Namor raised a hand and stroked her collarbone with one finger- "And will give me children...It is inevitable. So why resist it?"

She hit him in the face with the flat of her hand when he said that, but he just kept smiling. "Because I decide for myself what I want!" she said angrily and was about to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Namor turned her back to him and suddenly kissed her passionately. She was perplexed for a moment, but then kissed him as well. What was she doing here? Y/N pushed him away from her and breathed heavily.

"You want me like I've wanted you since I first saw you on the beach," he said, looking at her before kissing her passionately again and pulling her against him. She put a hand on his neck and reciprocated again. It was stupid to give herself to him, she thought. He had kidnapped her, for God's sake! Killed Shuris and her mother. If she kept doing this, could her sister ever forgive her? Why didn't she care about anything right now? She wanted this man, this king. She walked backwards without breaking the kiss until she arrived at the table.

Y/N could feel his hands on her thighs and wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him close against her and moaned into the kiss as she felt his erection pressing against her clothed pussy and rubbed against him a little. Namor unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. She looked down at him as he leaned down. He put her leg over his shoulder and kissed up it until he got to her pussy and looked at it before he started licking it. The tip of his tongue plunged into her entrance, making her moan loudly. Y/N arched her back and clawed at his hair as he continued. Namor raised one hand and stroked her pussy with two fingers until he thrust deep inside her and fingered her. His mouth moved to her clit and he sucked on it.

"Namor..." she moaned, arching her back. With each thrust, he increased the pace and curled his fingers inside her. Y/N could already feel an orgasm building inside her. She had never cum so fast, so close to it as she did with him. She tightened around him and cumming suddenly. Namor continued to lick her through her climax until she was just gasping on the table. She barely noticed him get up and pull his fingers out until she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance and looked up at him. He pushed the tip inside her, making her gasp as she was still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Namor put his hands on her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her in a fast and hard thrust, making her moan loudly. Y/N barely had time to react as he quickly fucked her. One hand let go of her and grabbed her shirt and ripped it off her body, as well as her bra. He moaned as he thrust deep inside her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "So perfect...you will be a worthy queen for my people," Namor said through his teeth as he thrust into her tight pussy. His hand moved back down and began to slowly rub her clit as he continued to thrust deep inside her. Again she could feel her orgasm building inside her.

"Namor..." she moaned, looking up at him. She pulled him down and kissed him passionately as she clawed into his back and cumming around his cock.

"Y/N..." he moaned, thrusting deep inside her, filling her with his cum. Her thoughts were distant to think that he might have impregnated her at that very moment and she hummed as she closed her eyes.

Everything was crazy in the time that passed after that. Namor showed her Talokan and, although she missed her sister, she liked it here and began to fall in love with him. There was nothing she could do about it, even if she wanted to. No one could choose who to love and she loved him. Namor, of course, didn't miss a single chance to have sex with her, not that Y/N complained, and just a few months after the day she arrived here, she found out she was pregnant. They were both happy and enjoyed their pregnancy, which went off without a hitch. But it was also the case that she kept getting sad at the thought of Shuri as the birth approached and also when she had her twins. He hated to see her so sad, so after a few years he went back to Haiti with her to the beach and also together with their children.

Y/N sat on the beach and smiled softly when she saw Namor with her two as they dove and stroked her belly, which was carrying another child. "Y/N?" someone asked behind her and she recognized the voice. Cautiously, she stood up to see Shuri and smiled weakly.

"Hey..." she said and hugged her. Immediately Shuri realized her twin sister was pregnant as she looked down.

"What the hell happened! I've been looking for you for years!" she said immediately, just as Namor appeared with her children, flying above the water, as her little ones had inherited the wings on their feet from him. Shuri was confused and looked back and forth between them. Her daughter ran to her.

"Mama..." she said, hugging her legs and then lifting a shell. "Papa found it..."

She took it and Namor came to them. "What's going on?" said Shuri, looking at her as if her sister had grown another head.

"Let me explain before you rip his head off..." said Y/N, smiling gently, "And meet your niece and nephew..."

A/N Namor Request are open! Read here!

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[bakerstreethound]

namor thots u say,,??? well I feel like he’d rly be into you leaving marks on his back. he also loves it when you moan into his ear 🚶🏽‍♀️

mmm yes Namor thoughts...yeah so uh this is a blurb now...

To Claim a King

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites)

This is my first time writing for Namor so please go easy on me. I tried my best to stay in character as best I could. Also, idk the relationship here but we can go with one of the members of his court and reader is gender neutral. Graphic by @firefly-graphics Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Namor relaxed as you gently rubbed his back. He'd had a long day and requested that you help comfort him, more like he requested your company. How you ended up here with him on his stomach, his bare back before you rippling and melting into your touch, you had no idea but the sight alone was astonishing. Hell, it never failed to astonish you. 

You’d been called upon to attend him other times of course, but something about this felt more intimate even though you’d memorized the planes of his body knowing the ridges and the spots that made him falter with the simplest of touches. 

Carefully you continued in your conquest, glancing at him periodically to try to gauge his reaction to your touches. You slowly worked your way up to the back of his neck, working out the knots in the soft spots only you could reach.

You were certain this was the only reason he kept you here, to cure his aching joints, to pamper him like the king he was. 

As far as you knew you were the only one to see him like this, to feel him, and oh, the thought crossed your mind countless times what it’d be like to kiss him properly, bed him for one night. If you were worthy enough of that even, but you could dream and what thoughts they were. 

After you heard him groan you press a kiss to his back waiting for a response but it’s quiet you think he’s stopped breathing which isn’t ideal but you do it again and feel the muscles tense beneath your touch as you make way to straddle him to work his shoulder blades.  

“Ku’Kulkan?” Your voice was barely a whisper and your throat felt dry despite being in the cavern surrounded by his lovely murals, and yet the sight of him on top of his bed, his eyes meeting yours with a tilt of his neck upwards sends a shudder down your spine. Your hands continue dutifully working behind his shoulder blades and you squeeze your thighs to steady yourself from his slight squirming. 

A soft grunt escaped him at your maneuvering but despite this, you don’t know it but he grinned to himself, shifting again.

You squeezed harder trying to steady yourself despite knowing you were straddling his waist from behind and you nip the side of his neck in retaliation. “My King, you’re usually not this…” 

Before you could finish your sentence, he flipped you under him in a flash and you squeal, heart racing, you’re sure your eyes are blown wide staring into his magnetizing gaze. 

“I…still haven’t finished, yet…” You try to regain your bearings, cursing your rapidly beating heart and yet he still didn’t pull away, pinning you against him where every perfect inch of his body somehow fit into yours like you are made for him. 

“There’s no need, I have you where I want you….” 

You gasped, your lips barely brushed against his as he cupped your face. “Ku’Kulkan…” is all you could manage to say, too overwhelmed by your position, the red hot desire that had been brimming for months rising to the surface. 

He smiled oh so gently at you, watching you as if you are one of his greatest treasures and still he leaned closer to you as you lean up into him, grasping him by the nape of his neck. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you moaned his name softly, causing his grip to turn vicelike on your hips. 

You knew you signed your death sentence sealed away your fate, but the shudder coursing down his back made you realize he wanted this all the same, delighted in the noises you made for him.

And you would make more for him throughout the night, as he lavished you with greater care than you could have bestowed upon him, but no one else could claim that you had indeed marked your beloved king. And how he wore those marks with pride. 

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@bakerstreethound @starks-hero @feral-for-strange @wint3r-h3art @lilythemadqueen @novaracer27

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[dino-fart]

could you maybe write a one shot where namor and the reader kinda go out together on a date and namor gets jealous of a flirty guy?

(maybe also be plentiful of fluff and basically jealous namor)

I did it a little differently, if you don’t mind, also this look he has...Does things to me.

You wore a white sundress and a sunhat as you stood in the garden tending to the flowers. You were visiting Shuri to help her with the vegetation, you were a highly praised botanist. During your time in Wakanda you had met Namor and the two of you had unspoken feelings for each other. You were glad when he finally confessed to you at the end of the war. You, of course, returned his feelings happily. 

Now, you stood beside M’Baku and Shuri when the waters parted and the King of Talokan appeared. He walked with his people and approached you three. Your eyes met his and you wondered what he was going to say. You hope he would keep things peaceful. 

“The ocean has been cleared and my people did not see anything.” He said to Shuri. 

“Thank you, King Namor. I want to show you how we have progressed on your requested project.” Shuri gestured for him to follow her. You watched him walk away not even looking at you once. You didn’t think anything of it though, at least you tried to. 

You walked back over to the garden and sat there, journaling the flowers. 

“So...Can I ask how things are with you and fish man?” You heard M’Baku ask you. 

You turned your head to him and chuckled, “They’re fine, M’Baku. Thank you for asking.” 

“Good. Just...Making sure he’s treating you well.” 

“If he doesn’t I’ll come to you.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” M’Baku grinned. 

“What sounds like a plan?” Namor asked walking over. 

“Your lady will keep me updated on the progression of your relationship! It’s fascinating to some of us!” M’Baku patted Namor’s shoulders and left the garden. 

Namor had a crazed angry look on his face when he looked at you. 

“He’s just being nosy.” You chuckled and turned back to the journal. 

“Can I join you?” Namor asked. 

“Of course.” 

Namor moved to sit next to you and looked over at your journal. “I see that your journal is more important than me.” He looked at you. 

“Namor...Really?” You grin and turned your head to him. 

“It’s a valid observation.” 

“No it’s not.” 

“Put the book down.” He said angrily. 

You closed your book and took your hat off so you can look at him better. Namor looked away from you, he felt the anger leaving him when he saw your sweet gaze. 

After a long silence you finally spoke, “Are you done being angry?” 

“...Yes.” 

“And jealous?” 

“I am not jealous.” 

“You’re also a horrible liar.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek. 

Namor practically melted at the kiss and turned to you. “I’m sorry...” He said softly. 

“It’s alright your majesty, you know you have my heart, mi amado (my beloved).” You smiled and Namor leaned in to kiss your lips.

#requests #namor x reader #namor x you

[sersi]

Namor’s Assault on Wakanda: Namor's Ultimatum Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler

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[quigonswife8]

Thinking of the future: Namor x fem! reader

Namor sees you reading to a group of Talokonil children and can't help but imagine starting a little family with you one day.

@kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you for the request. I adore it so much!! Let me know if I did your request justice :)

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Before you had gotten married to Namor and chosen to live with him permanently, you were a teacher. A first grade teacher, to be exact. Being a teacher had always been your dream and when you had gotten the job at this nice school about ten minutes from your home, it was a dream come true.

You had become one of the best teachers at the school. The kids had loved you, and the teachers had grown to appreciate you, and you had become pretty close with a lot of them.

"How do you do it?" Sandra, the fourth grade teacher, questions, while you stroll down hte hall together.

"Do what?"

She chuckles: "How do you get those kids to love you so much? My kids don’t love me half as much as yours love you. So, how do you do it?"

You glance at her with a smile.

"I'm not sure how I do it. I guess i'm a natural?" which, in turn, earns a chuckle from her.

"Very true."

For the years that you were a first grade teacher, you had become like a mother to a few of them. They would go to you about anything even though they were first graders. You had felt like you had become like a mother to them, that you had some sort of responsibility for them.

Then came the day when everything changed.

-

You press your hands to the railing of the ship peering out at the water. It's day two of your cruise and so far it has been pretty amazing: you have been wanting to go on this cruise for a while now and finally with the given vacation time, you had gladly taken it.

The ship jerks backwards suddenly, pushing you backwards, your back hitting the nearby wall. "What the hell?-" without any time to react it jerks forward and you're sent off the side of the ship and into the freezing cold water.

The waves toss the ship around create chaos inside. You are pulled away from the ship and as you struggle against the waves, the current grows stronger. These waves had come out nowhere because one minute ago everything had been fine, but now it clearly isn't.

You consider yourself a strong swimmer but right now that doesn’t help. The waves are stronger than before, they pull you underneath, choking you, leaving you weak.

The possibility of death slips into your mind: there's no one to help you. No one even knows that you had fallen in the water because you don't know anyone there, and you were alone when you fell in.

CRASH

The ship is rocked harder, and the screams, while distant, still send chills up your spine. You're pulled back into your current situation when you're pulled back under the water, and as it weighs heavy on your chest, it becomes clear that there's no way of getting out of this. You're going to die, unless someone helps, and that's highly unlikely.

So as you wait for the inevitable, your vision starts to blur, and you begin to slip away.

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"Ba'ax yaan viva (is she alive?)."

"Táan kíimil (is she dead?)

"Máax leti'e'(who is she?)"

You slowly open your eyes to a bunch of children huddled around you talking. However these children are different, they definitely don't look like normal children. They also speak in a different language, and while you can't fully understand them, you are able to pick up certain words.

"Ba'ax ku yúuchul wa teen- (what if I)."

"Paalalo'ob (children)." A soft voice grabbing your attention, which belongs to someone you also aren't familiar with. He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"P'at in le dama tu Jets' óolal (leave the lady alone)."

A few glances exchanged and some words to the mysterious man and then they quickly scramble out of the room. Why though? Who is this person? Where are you?

"Who..."

"I am the one who saved you from drowning."

He isn't familiar, at all. It's a bit confusing because you hadn't seen him on the ship and you hadn't seen anyone swimming towards you before you supposedly died. Supposedly because now you aren't dead because of him.

"...what?”

The man chuckles, and as he leans against something, he replies.

"I saw you drowning while I was swimming. I...could not let that happen."

He may hate the surface and those who reside on it, but he isn't as heartless to just let someone drown. He shall deal with everything else later but for now he will let you rest: besides you don't seem to be a threat, or even scared of him. In shock? Yes. but scared? no.

"Thank you..."

While you don't know who he is, you're grateful he had saved you. He could have just let you drown but he didn't, and that means a lot. The man nods, "you are welcome." and as he looks away from you, he tells you his name.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor. You may choose what you would like to call me.", and, then, he walks off.

K'uk'ulkan? why does that name sound...familiar? Nevermind that right now. You rather decide to just rest and you'll put your mind at work later on. Laying back down on the very comfortable bed, that you hadn't noticed until that moment, you close your eyes.

-

As you rest up, and during your stay there, you find yourself learn about Namor. About his home, and about how he is how he is. How he has pointed ears and ankles on his wings. How he is able to live as long as he can, and about his culture. You find out about his hate for 'surface dweller's', and he explains what his name means, too.

When you're finally rested up enough to leave, he takes you up to the surface. You thank him again, for everything, and you think that will be the last time you meet. Though you find yourself unable to get your mind off of him, finding that he's left such an effect on you that you find yourself even dreaming about him.

Namor also feels the same way. So much so that his duties as king are disrupted by the thoughts of you. He hates that he's feeling this way for a surface dweller because he has lived to hate surface dwellers. You are...different, though. He has never met a surface dweller like you, or anyone like you.

Eventually you meet again. The beginning of your friendship, and the future together you will eventually have.

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"Ts'o'ok a li'iskaba? (are you ready)?"

You look up at Attuma, who looks down at you with a soft smile. He's walking you down the aisle, you had asked him a week ago to. He was the only person who came to mind that you had wanted to walk you down the aisle, and you couldn't stop smiling when he said yes. Now, as you stand there holding onto his arm, everything is perfect.

Blinking back the tears, you nod.

"I'm ready."

When you enter the room, everyone falls silent. Your goregous crimson dress trails behind you as you walk slowly towards your soon-to-be-husband, who now looks at you, and his mouth falls open in awe.

This is the first time you have seen eachother since yesterday as it's tradition to not see one-another until the wedding day, and you are so happy you waited. Unable to hide the smile on your lips, you look up at Attuma, and then back to K'uk'ulkan who's trying to hide the tears.

You come to a halt in front of him, and Attuma lets you go to join his king's side. Namor moves closer to you and you can see the amount of love he has in his eyes, and how he's not sure what to say as he's still in awe. K'uk'u'lkan, the man who always knows what to say to make you speechless, is speechless instead. i

"A wilik (you look).." he takes your hands in his, "...perfecto."

"Thank you my love. You look perfect, too."

You press your head to his for a moment, parting so the ceremony could continue and you could get married.

On the surface you would usually have a priest read out the next words but since you're underwater and this is a different type of ceremony, you instead will be taking a herb. The same herb his mother had take.

Someone comes over, herb in hand, so Namor takes the herb. You look at it, and then into his eyes again: when you take it you'll no longer be able to live on water, but you don't care. Wherever he is, you'll be. Plus with the added effect of living for as long as he does, that's even more perfect.

"Let us say our vows before you do this, in yakunaj (my love).”

A lot of tears are shed during the vows and once you are officially married, which feels surreal, you take the herb.

It feels like it's only you and Namor in the room. You don't take your eyes off him, and you don't want to. All you want to do is look at him.

"Are you ready?”

A soft sigh falls from your lips, but you smile.

"I'm ready..."

He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips, while his other hand slips into your right one. When he parts he kisses you again, this time on your temple, and once he parts again, he nods. "Okay."

You bring the herb to your lips, pausing, then you take it.

You don't really remember what happens after that, all you can remember is Namor wrapping his arms around you and laying you down on the ground. How he cradles your head in his hands and mutters words. He doesn't leave you, not once, he just stays by your side through it all.

From then on you live with him, permanently, and as time goes on it's like you had always lived there.

-

"Uláak, Uláak (Another one, another one)."

One of the children shakes you, excited, while the other children seem to agree with their friend.

"Béet! (Please)." you put a hand on his shoulder, chuckling.

"Béet."

Pulling your hand away you move back, bringing your hands together

"U tojol, u tojol, in wa'alik ti' teech láak' (Okay okay. I'll tell you another story.") so the children get more settled, and you clear your throat. Looking around at each of them, you begin.

"Erar u juntéene', ti' jump'éel lu'um náach, yaan juntúul x-"(Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a girl)

Namor is out doing king duties, so you had decided to occupy your time. When you had come across one of the children, upset, you had decided to tell them a story to hopefully help. It did, and before long other children around had decided to join and listen.

The story was about a princess, who were tasked with retrieving three items that would help restore the kingdom to it's rightful state. They had faced a lot of challenges and obstacles but in the end had found the items and returned just in time to save the kingdom.

When you were a first grade teacher the children loved this story and would ask you to tell you it even though you had a million times. So to see the same excitement and love for this story, like your first graders, warms your heart.

Now, as you tell another story, you can tell that they love it too.

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"...Ba'ax ku yúuchul ts'o'okole' (what happens next?)"

One of the children, eager, is practically jumping up and down.

"Yaan u descubrir bix k'áatal le ja'o'... (She has to figure out how to get across the water)." eager eyes and eager ears follow the story.

"... Bey u Il ti' u paach, ka ju'une (so she looks around, and suddenly)" raising a finger, you look around at each of them. "Leti' ts'o'ok u yilik máak yéetel le alguien jach... nojoch máaktal Jones (she has spotted someone, and that someone is...old man Jones!)"

They all gasp in surprise, "Ba'ax nojoch máaktal Jones?! (old man jones?!)

"...Je'el (yes!)!" you continue. "...ts'o'ok suut tumen venganzahe (he has come back for revenge)."

So focused on telling the story, you don't even hear when your husband enters. He doesn't say anything, rather interested in the conversation going on between you and the children.

"Ma'! (No!)." one of talokan's youngest jump, eyes wide.

"...ka bey u yojel yaan u resolver jump'éel ba'aland (and so she knows she has to figure something out)."

Clapping your hands together, "...ka séeb (and soon)."

Namor knows you used to be a teacher. You had told him stories about your time as a first grade teacher, and about how the children loved you. He has seen you with the children countless times and how they have acted like you were their mother, and it has warmed his heart.

He watches on with a smile, unable to push away the feeling of wanting his own kid, or kids. He has thought about this for a while now, but right now? Right now that want grows strong and all he can imagine is you reading to your own kid/s

"Leti' (she)- K'uk'u'lkan?"

Holding up your hand, you wave to him, and that smile he loves so much is present on your lips. The children look over at him, copying your actions, which he finds precious.

"Ba'ax ku yúuchul waye' (what's happening here?)"

"Le Reina k táan u xookik (The queen is reading to us)."

"Je'el! (Yeah!)." one of the other children agree. "...Uts tin t'aan le k'ajláayo' (I love the story)."

"Kux tuun teech? (do you?)."

Almost in sync they all go 'yeah', earning a chuckle from both of you.

"Ch'e'eno'... (well)" he nods, "Leti' je'el táanil, chéen taan waye' (she can continue, I will just be over here)." then, to only you, he mouths, "I love you." and you mouth 'I love you too' back with a smile.

Namor has thought about wanting kid/s for a while now, but it wasn't really a big deal. Right now, though? Looking at you being like a mother to these children makes him imagine about starting your own little family one day. Makes him imagine about you reading to your kid/s one day, and how you would just both be amazing parents.

#namor #namor x reader #wakanda forever #soft #request #tenoch huerta

[feyhunter78]

Dearer than I?

Description: You must choose between betraying your dear friend or your dearest love. Got bored during my last half hour of work, and that TikTok audio has been stuck in my head, so here's my attempt to purge it from my mind. Enjoy!!!

His hand is outstretched, patient but pleading, his eyes, dark and intense, but somehow still soft as sunlight settling on the ocean floor.

Your arms are wrapped around yourself, tight and desperate, attempting to keep yourself from metaphorically spilling onto the sand, a bloody mess of grief and regret, of anger and loss.

“Please in yakunaj.” His voice is a whisper, breaking at the end, and it feels as if someone has taken a spear and jammed it through your chest.

You want to look away, you’re desperate to, but cannot. His eyes always draw you back, he need not open his mouth to sing, you were ensnared by a single glance, by the kaleidoscope of warm colors weaved within his eyes.

The invisible thread that exists between you and him keeps you pinned in place. “I would be betraying Shuri, she is my friend, I owe her my life.”

“You would betray me, instead?” He asked, voice still soft, as if it would pain him to raise it.

You wished he would yell, scream, rage, do anything, be anything, but this soft broken K’uk’ulkan that stands before you.

You swallow hard, blinking away tears, your lips move but no sound escapes.

The waves crash on the shore, the nightbirds sing, the wind swirls between the two of you, and you take a step forward. Towards him, the man—the god—the mutant—whatever the hell he is, and he takes in a quick breath, chest expanding as you draw closer.

“I love you.” You manage to utter, your heart in a vice grip, the pressure of the choice you must make weighs so heavily upon you, and you wish to collapse, to drown, rather than make it.

“Then take my hand, burn the world with me.” He pleaded, the moonlight bathing him in her soft glow, shining off the gold he adorned himself with.

All his focus is on you, every flicker within his eyes, every rise and fall of his chest, every syllable that passes through those perfectly formed lips, is for you.

“I would be betraying Wakanda, the very country I left my home to protect, the one who embraced me even though I did not bear her blood.” You stressed, praying he would understand, that somehow, he would make the decision for you.

“And you believe Talkon would not do the same? That they would not welcome you with open arms, that my people would not rejoice in the fact that I have found my queen?” His fingers twitched as if he wished to take your hand, to press it to his heart as he often did when making silent promises.

“I didn’t say that—”

The anguish is clear in his low voice as he cuts you off. “You are mine, my queen, you have stolen my heart and held it captive within your chest. I cannot retrieve it without cracking open your ribs and ripping it out, and to do so—to do so would end me. I cannot fathom harming you in reina, do not force my hand, I beg of you.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, your heart pounds against your chest so strongly for a moment you think that perhaps he is right, his heart resides beside your own, for your heart never possessed such strength. “If I could return it to you, I would, K’uk’ulkan I would never wish you pain, never wish to force your hand.”

His tone is angry now, words sharp as the weapons his people favor, but his eyes remain swirling pools of grief. “I do not want it back, it is yours. I want you. I want the woman I love by my side, where I can protect her.”

You’re on the brink of sobbing, of falling to the sand and crying until your tears flow, so heavily you become one with the sea. “I cannot betray them; they are dear to me.”

His fingers curl inwards, slowly, mournfully. “Dearer than I?”

You shake your head, mind a whirlwind of choices, of answers, of guilt and grief, and want.

You want to be with K’uk’ulkan, you want to ease his pain, to smooth out the furrow of his brow, to sit by his side and be his queen. You are both immortal, if Talkon remained hidden, you would rule together for eternity.

“No, no one is dearer than you.” You admit, half-adoringly, half-helplessly.

You are helpless against the torrent that is your affections for him, helpless to the call of his heart to yours. He’s wrong, his heart does not reside within your chest, beside your own, for yours has slipped between the cracks of your ribs and into his own. He carries your heart as you carry his.

“Then I do not under—”

It’s your turn to cut him off. You take his hand, unfurling it, and bringing it to your cheek before you kiss him. Fervently, desperately, wishing to drown in him before your grief chokes you. “No one, there is no one dearer than you.” You assure him, willing your heart to return to your chest, to free him from this torment.

Your heart gives no answer except beating in time with his, two drums of war echoing each other’s call.

He cradles your cheek, his free arm wrapping around your waist, crushing you against him. “In reina, in reina, in reina.” He whispered over and over as he brushed soft, grateful kisses to every inch of your skin. “I love you, only you, I am yours.”

“I am yours, your queen.” You echo, letting him take you under, the world muffled by the sea.

You would not face Shuri, would not return to Wakanda until she was long dead, perhaps then you could seek forgiveness from her grave.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @starlady66

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[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there

I would like to request a namor x reader where she is youngest child of the wakandan royal family and they tend to look over her sometimes or A LOT so when attuma n namora ambush the crew on the bridge she volunteers herself to be taken to protect her sibling and Riri as well as come to a diplomatic solution.

When Nakia finally rescues her, namor vows to go retrieve her by any means necessary

Oooh,,, I like this idea!! 👀💞💓

Pairing: Namor x youngest royal!sibling

You knew the risks of taking this mission, but there was a determination to prove yourself. It seemed simple at first. Get the young scientist, keep her safe, and move on from there.

Despite the risk of encountering Namor on the shore and now escaping those hot on your trail, you couldn’t let that deter you or risk your mother’s nerves.

Seemed simple enough, right?

At least that’s what you thought at first. Lying face down on the asphalt was the irony of this whole situation. You had seen Okoye give it to her last in defending you and Shuri, but you had to think fast.

You could see your sister Shuri’s hand starting to gain movement, but you saw the two elite warriors with their band advancing towards Riri. It had to be quick and now, or else you would regret this.

Coming to a wobbly stance, you faced the ones called Attuma and Namora.

“I’ll go.” You offered to them. “I’ll go with you…,don’t hurt her.”

Both looked at each other inquisitively before the taller one summoned their steed and brought you and Riri forward. Hoping they wouldn’t notice, you left behind the bracelet as means to track you.

Before the darkness of the waters consumed the group, you whispered a small prayer to Bast but you didn’t know what for exactly. Strength? Clarity?

Anything seemed feasible at this point.

Back home, your Queen Mother’s grief knew no bounds. Still, it would not deter her from getting you, youngest of the family, back to safety.

In Talokan, the nerves of your entire being were sharper than any knife. Sure this king and leader of his people was charismatic, but you still couldn’t form an opinion about Namor. Especially when the young girl’s life depended on you.

“Why do you look at me like that?” He asked upon your quick introduction.

Poker face may not have been your strong suit but you mastered it on impulse.

“Like what?”

“As if you are afraid. I do not wish to harm you, but I have my loyalties to protect those who rely on me. By any means.”

You sighed heavily. “That’s what I’m afraid of. What if we came to an agreement? Me, in the place of the scientist. But please, let me see my family as well. I know they’ll be worried for me.”

His face seemed unreadable at first but underneath that facade was a growing curiosity. If this was under different circumstances, Namor would have wanted to get to know you. A bright mind with a promise that glimmered in your eyes. He admired your spirit. Maybe there could be a chance still…

In his invitation to explore Talokan, you were amazed. It was beautiful. Intricate architecture and a liveliness that reminded you of home. Such beauty

Namor watched your reaction with softness. Once this was all over, he’d give anything to see that smile of yours again. In gifting you the bracelet of his mother and a necklace personally crafted for you as well, Namor dared to have hope that there could be a future.

You thought the same too. It was a relief to see you and Riri’s savior in Nakia, but it felt sudden to be reunited with your family so swiftly. You were grateful to be back with your family, but it felt jarring to be taken back so soon.

Upon hearing of your rescue, Namor’s heart became caged by its walls again. It felt foolish and naive of him to even think that—

No matter. He would return to have you back again, or if you wised it, to come and go as you pleased. You let him think there could be a possibility for anything and the surface world’s forces would not take that away.

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[black-dhalias]

I’d Burn it all For You

Namor X F!Reader

Warning: SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER 2, Angst, death, child loss, mentions of loss and grief, blood.

!!SPOILERS!!

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¡FINAL SPOILER WARNING!

A spray of mist and fury burn your cheeks as the waves crest onto the beach. Your toes touching the water in the briefest of ways, body stolen by the drowning grief. The loss of your only family has taken you completely.

“My love?” His voice used to bring you great comfort, but now it is only a reminder of what he knowingly sacrificed. Only to bend the knee to the Wakandans. “You must come home to Talocan, you must find it in yourself to rest.” In our bed, the thought is painful and rigid—your life is grossly intertwined with him. All of him.

“K’uk’ulkan, do not speak as if you did not let my brother and sister die…” An unearthly rage has mounted in your chest at the very image of their bodies amongst the fallen, the emptiness of their eyes. “Do not pretend that our daughter… Our child, was not amongst the casualties.” Your chest heaves, a deep aggressively broken part of you has completely snapped in two.

You note the way that his hands twitch, but he does not touch you—and even if he had, you fear you would snap his wrist. He seems to be reaching out for you

You find it in yourself to meet his eye, and for the first time, he does not recognize you. Your gaze is harsh, hardened with grief—you mirror his own, but you have someone to blame. Someone to pass the hate onto. Him.

The way your fingers ghost over his cheek, he leans into the touch—knowing it was probably the last time. If you ever found it in yourself to forgive him, he doubts anything would be the same.

“K’uk’ulkan… You have never been Namor to me, always my greatest love. My truest friend and trusted ally. I followed you. Believed in you. Trusted you to protect my family, our child, me… Until today, you were never not loved. Today, you earned the name Namor.” Your hand drops off his cheek and instantly, he wishes it would return. Wishes he could wipe away every incursion, for no one knew him the way that you did. Understood his values and believed in the cause. “And I hope that name chokes the very soul from your body, a chain to drag you to the pits of the Mariana Trench.”

You turn to the ocean, the taste of salt, tears pouring down your cheeks. You had not cried like this before now, felt the pain until it was certain. Mourn your losses, that’s what he said to the Wakandan Princess—had he forgotten so quickly the losses incurred on them, how they stole his only daughter and child.

“Adora… That is what we named our daughter, carry her name on that same chain. Let it be the anchor… I wish grief would drown you, consume you, as it has me.” You gasp, choking on air and wishing it would silence you completely. “Don’t forget to mourn her.” Her sweet face echoes in the shadows, you see her smile and doe eyes—the brightness she echoes reminiscent of the sun itself.

“I do… I feel your pain, your same pain.” To lose a child is unlike any ache, it hollows out your chest and turns the bitter edge of sword onto your neck. Makes you wish that it would all end, knowing that it won’t. If you did know him, you’d believe him.

“If you felt anything, you would have burned them all. I’d burn them all for her. I’d burn them all for you. Now I will do nothing, just as you did nothing.”

K’uk’ulkan watches you from afar, the sweetest of smiles intoxicates and enchants—you were perfect. You did not plead or beg, but you asked and bartered. You were kind before you were angry, and warm before you were cold.

Genuine love came from every moment spent together, the people sang the song of your story. How you were born months after K’uk’ulkan—the gentle wave to match his storm. You were not weak by any means, but you chose to wear your heart proudly.

He remembered it all so clearly, beautiful and loyal, with eyes that read him. Knew him. He never felt more seen than when he was in your gaze.

It moves quickly now—to dance with you after becoming husband and wife. To hold you, as your carried their child. Their first. After a century of love and dedication to the people of Talocan, a royal child was to be born. He sees your smile, a warmth and light that is reminiscent of the sun itself.

When the sky turned dark, the sun no longer burning your skin—you find it in yourself to rise to your feet. To watch as the waves turn black under the nighttime moon.

“I love you, K’uk’ulkan. I swear I do, but loving you is not enough anymore.” You swallow, the anger has drifted out to sea and in its place is only sadness. Anguish. “If I had my way, I’d drown before I reach Talocan—but the sea refuses to consume me as I wish.”

Before long, you are gone from his view. Leaving him alone on that beach. Completely, and overwhelmingly consumed by his own grief. Aware of every sensation and whim, and the urge to burn the world echoes once more.

You were right. He did not want you to be right, but you were.

“Wait—” His voice is more hoarse than he expected, weathered and aged in the last week more than before. The weight of his people on one shoulder, a burden of duty — while the weight of his family grows heavier by the second. His duty to them. To his wife. You stop, looking back at him briefly—if it were anyone else, you wouldn’t have looked at all. “I love you. Please believe that much.”

“Love is not enough, Namor.” That name never sounded so foreign, but so true—it never hurt or bothered him, except when it came to you.

AN: I promise I have a happy Namor fic in the works (and like two or three more after that), but this one was just in my head. Ya know when you can’t write anything except a singular piece, that was this. However, now I feel as though I have satisfied the itch and am ready to finish everything else.

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[inkareds]

Not to be horny on main

BUT NAMOR IN BLACK PANTHER MADE ME INSANE

Shuri and Namor tho

Every single fucking dispute could've been solved had they just kissed

This might be my hotd ass but like IF THEY HAD MARRIED??? ALLIANCEEEREEEEEEE

#mcu namor #namor x shuri #black panther #also i really want to write namor now AHAHAHAHAHAH #SEND IN NAMOR REQUESTS I WANNA BE MORE ACTIVE NOW #AND BLACK ADAM #hawkman got me feeling some sorta way

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Imagine napping with your comfort character. Imagine the bright sun shining onto you two, warming you up like the blankets draped over your bodies. Limbs interwoven and relaxed breaths leaving your mouth. Bliss. You could stay like this forever.

#namor x reader #izuku x reader #mcu x reader #bnha x reader #asra x reader #haikyuu x reader #i have been so so sick and tired I need to nap with Namor #I wanted to get something out so here y’all go #I will get back into the groove of writing and finishing requests soon!! #I can’t thank you all enough for being so patient

[lovelyypythoness]

Fic request:

Namor x reader

Reader: friends w/ Shuri; has telepathy or some psionic powers, like Jean Grey’s telepathic/psionic powers

Plot: *based of Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty*

-Namor has dreams of this one person his entire life, he wants to find the person and he paints them a lot.

-he finally sees them w/ Shuri, Okoye, etc

-he’s in shock

-basically reader’s powers has connected reader and Namor throughout time (they’re basically soulmates in every multiverse)

*do what you will to the rest of the story

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[mischievoushiddleston]

LET US BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER

(NAMOR/READER)

Masterlist here!

Warning. LIGHT SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER

Warnings: Smut

She did not know what she was doing. It was as if her body was no longer her own as she listened to this beautiful song that led her further and further to the water. It was almost hypnotic. Y/N was powerful, more powerful than the Scarlet Witch, but this was an unknown power that was a lot more powerful than her. She could already feel the water on her toes. Every sound around her disappeared; she just wanted to be closer to this song. She went further and further in until she was already up to her breasts in water. Against her will, she began to swim. Y/N could hear the voices begging her to return. But nothing was as important as getting to the song. When the song stopped, the trance subsided and she looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere. How the hell was she going to get back? Y/N didn’t feel anyone coming up behind her, but panicked when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and hold her down.

„Calm…“ the voice said, immediately making her calm down when she heard the song again. „Attuma…“ She could no longer understand anything as it was also another language as she began to fall asleep and slumped in the stranger’s arms.

A mask was placed over her mouth and nose before she disappeared into the sea.

When she next awoke she looked around in confusion and took a deep breath. She was wearing a dress and looked to the stone walls. „I thought that was more fitting for such a powerful woman…But don’t worry, a servant changed you…“ someone said and she turned to see a man behind her. He was wearing a cloak and shorts, it looked like a bathing suit, but with golden ornaments. On his feet were wings. She recoiled fearfully. „I will not harm you…My people call me Ku`uk`ulkan…You can call me Namor…“

„Where…where am I?“ she asked in a trembling voice.

„You are in Talocan…“ replied Namor, stepping towards her, „I know you are scared…“

She crawled back as far as she could. „What am I doing here?“

He smiled when he heard her question. „Well, Y/N,“ he said, and she was surprised that he knew her name, „I want you to be my wife…“

Her eyes widened in surprise. „What?“

„You are beautiful, powerful…You are my equal…“ he explained, looking at her seriously, „The only thing that would stop me is that you are from the surface world, but I can fix that…“ -He raised a hand and a blue skinned woman with a bowl came and handed it to him- „It took centuries, but this is the herb that made my people what they are today…Drink it and you too become a part…“

Y/N swallowed. „Why would I do that?“

Namor came to her and sat down next to her. „You have nothing left to lose…Everyone you love is dead because you live forever, like me…Why not spend your life with someone who can’t be taken from you?“

She looked at the liquid he was holding and took a deep breath. „I don’t know you…“ she said softly.

„You can spend the rest of your life getting to know me…What do you have to lose?“ he asked her and she didn’t know what to answer since she had nothing to lose. She bit her lip before taking the liquid and looking at it.

„Alright…“ she said barely audible and drank it. She was already starting to feel it, that effect. Suddenly her vision went black and she lost consciousness again. When she next awoke, Namor was still sitting next to her, smiling.

„Welcome back,“ he said as she carefully sat up, noticing the blue skin she now had and feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Namor lifted a mask and placed it on her face. „Breathe…“ -She did as he asked and felt better. His hand gently stroked her cheek-„You won’t have to wear this mask all the time…“

Y/N nodded, but took it off a few minutes after that. She could feel that tension between them and raised her hand to his cheek. She didn’t know him, but it all felt so right, like they were made for each other. It could be because of this new feeling, but it wasn’t like that, she thought.

The next few weeks passed quietly and she got to know Namor and he showed her Talocan. It was beautiful. The wedding had already taken place, it was formal and now she was Talocan’s queen. Namor did not urge her to do more than she was ready for, but Y/N did not want to wait anymore. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands stroked her sides and she leaned up before kissing him. It wasn’t one of those short and gentle kisses, this one was passionate.

„Take me and make me yours…“ she breathed against his lips.

„I thought you were when you married me…“, Namor replied. She stepped back from him and opened her dress before he slowly slid down.

„Then make it official…“ she said as she sat down on the bed and slowly slid backwards.

„I thought you wanted to wait…“ he said, but meanwhile stepped over to the bed.

She shrugged her shoulders. „I know, but I want this…I want you…“ she said, watching him take off his cloak before crawling up onto the bed and between her legs. Once he was there, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her. She kissed him passionately and stroked up and down his back. Y/N could feel his hands on her thighs as he caressed her.

„Mmm…Namor…“ she moaned softly against his lips. They moved down and he sucked on the skin of her neck. He kissed further down her body and took her breasts in his hand and began to roll her nipples between his fingers until he took one in his mouth and sucked on it. His free hand moved down and between her thighs. She moaned as she felt his fingers on her pussy and gasped loudly as he thrust into her.

Y/N stroked through his hair as he finger fucked her and threw her head back. He thrust into her slowly, writhing deep inside her with each thrust. She pulled him back up to her and looked at him. „I want to feel you deep inside me…“

With her heels, she pushed his pants down and reached for his cock. She pumped it a few times before guiding it to her entrance. Namor moaned as she rubbed the tip against it. He then thrust deep inside her, making her moan loudly. „So tight…“ he moaned and she got used to him before lifting her hips and signaling him that she was ready. Namor pulled out of her almost completely before thrusting deep and fast into her. He quickly began thrusting into her pussy and kissed back up her body, kissing her passionately. Namor sat up and lifted her leg that was around his waist and put it over his shoulder as he thrust into her again fast and hard. Y/N moaned loudly as he began to thrust against her G-spot. Namor let one hand move down to her clit and rubbed it. Soon she could feel her orgasm building.

„I…I’m cumming,“ she moaned loudly, getting tighter around him.

„Cum for me…,“ Namor moaned, thrusting deep inside her as he filled her with his cum just as she came around his cock. She was breathing heavily and gasping. Y/N looked up at him and smiled softly before pulling him down to her and kissing him gently.

„Let’s burn the world down together,“ Namor said, looking to his wife, who smiled.

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[lilibrownlabonita]

Could you write something like Namors wife bonding with Attuma and Namora? Thank you <33

I hope you like it, I didn't know if the request was about adult content or not, but I decided to do it this way because I interpreted your request this way 💕

* = link +18

Imagine this beautiful woman being a pervert with you, your wife.

When you first met her, Namora was cold and distant, always focused on her work and taking care of Talokan.

Over the course of your relationship, you realized that she was totally different than you thought, Namora is actually hot, really hot.

After the first wedding night, as usual she woke up early, looked to the side and saw her naked wife.

An idea blossomed in her head, the best way to wake up your new wife is by showing her how much you love her, isn't it?

Removing the sheet covering you, Namora pressed kisses down her leg up to her crotch, slowly licked her pussy and watched you moan in your sleep.

"How long will you last until you wake up, pretty girl?"

* Just a few minutes later, you woke up sweaty and with a wet pussy, saw your wife, Namora, sucking on your pussy. Let's say the rest of the day, you two didn't get out of bed.

Imagine this great man being a pervert with you, his wife.

We all agree that Attuma is really very big. He really uses his size against you, you compared to him are just a doll.

Attuma is a good, honorable, loving, kind husband, whenever you have a problem he is there for you. Need to change a light bulb? Want to move furniture? He can move anything you want.

Do you want to be used as a sex toy?, He is the perfect husband for that.

Attuma has no pity for fucking you, he knows that you like to be used like that, nothing will stop him from fucking his wife until she's dumbed down until she can't think about anything but his cock anymore.

The day he sees you being too nice to another man, just because that man helped you carry some groceries, Attuma goes crazy.

"Do you think he can fuck you like that?"

"Don't ever ask him to help you again, you have a husband for that."

*With his strength he carried you with one arm and made you suck his cock deeply, while his fingers fucked your pussy.

*"When I cum, I will put you on the bed and fuck you until your brain forgets that man."

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[dino-fart]

Hello my Queen 😍😳. I have an Aqua Papí request.

He asks her to burn the world with him. (Y/n) is unsure about his offer. She took is a rule of a nation hidden from the world. He wants her on his side to fight Wakanda.

Namor perhaps seduces her *cough* smut. 😳 Into saying yes?? 😍🇬🇹 Thanks, queen.

@clea-strange-is-the-way

ALL BOW DOWN TO MY EMPRESS!! THIS REQUEST IS GOD TIER!

“Tell me why we are here, yet again.” Your advisor mumbled annoyed. 

“Because King Namor has called to speak with me.” You said softly. You stood at the shores of the ocean in your blue sleeveless dress. Your hair was in a half updo and your silver crown on your head. You had met Namor a few times and each time he asked you the same thing. He was relentless but you would not be persuaded. 

“King Namor has called for you, what, ten times this past month? I’m beginning to think he enjoys wasting our time.” The advisor huffed. You rolled your eyes then turned to the ocean when you heard footsteps in the water. “Here he comes.” Your advisor mumbled. 

“King Namor.” You said looking at the perfectly sculpted man. 

“Your highness.” The sea king finally approached you. He stood merely a foot from you. 

“Before you begin, what is the purpose, this time? Hm? Her majesty will not fight your war!” Your advisor spoke up and approached the two of you. But Namor didn’t move an inch, his eyes trained on you. You felt your shoulders and your cheeks heat up at the intensity of his stare. 

“Envíalos náach. Chéen ts'íiboltik dirigir in te'ex. (Send them away. I wish to speak to you only.)” He said. 

“Why?” You whispered. 

“Much in reina, ma' meentik le ba'ala' talamil. (Please my queen, do not make this difficult.)” His gaze continued to be intense and you turned to your advisor. 

“I wish to be alone.” 

Your advisor looked at you baffled, “Y-Your grace!” 

“Please.” 

Your advisor glared at Namor, “If you harm a single hair on her majesty’s head, you will suffer the wrath!” 

“You heard your queen.” Namor glared back at them. The advisor huffed and left the area leaving you two alone. 

“Namor...My advisor speaks the truth, I will not fight this war.” You said softly. 

Namor stepped closer to you, he was now inches from your face. You could feel his cool breath and your eyes met his. “What do you want from me, my queen? I can give you anything for your alliance.” 

You blushed more and shook your head, “There is nothing you can offer me.” 

“Everyone wants something.” He said softly lightly brushing his knuckles along your arm. He leaned in closer to your face, lips brushing against yours. You let out a soft gasp and he captured your lips in a slow and tender kiss. You closed your eyes at the kiss and he rested a hand on your hip and the other cupped your chin. You pulled back from the kiss, looking at him softly. 

“Tell me, my queen, how long has it been since you have had company? Since you have been touched? Since you have been held by the arms of a lover? Your beauty and wisdom is spoken about all over the seas, yet no word on a lover.” He whispered. 

“That is not anyone’s business.” 

“It is if I wish to make you mine.” 

“Having me does not mean I will fight.” 

“Shhh, no more speak of war...I wish to please you.” Namor cupped the back of your head and kissed you hungrily. You let out a soft moan at his lips and cupped his cheek as you kissed him back with equal passion. Namor pulled back with a grin, “It appears you are eager for this too, hm my queen?” 

“Are you going to taunt me or fuck me?” You nipped his bottom lip. Namor smirked and picked you up by your thighs. He carried you to a cave with a large and shallow pool of water. He stepped into the water still carrying you and pinned you against the wall. 

Namor wrapped your legs around his waist and removed his shorts. His hands moved up your thighs and pulled down your panties. The water splashed against the rocky edge when he thrusted his cock deep into you. You threw your head back and raked your nails down his back. 

“In reina... (My Queen)” He grunted and began at a slow pace. You looked at him as he thrusted and kissed him roughly. He clashed his tongue against yours and increased his pace. He pulled back from the kiss admiring your body reacting so well to him. Your breasts bounced against his chest and your mouth hung open at the sheer force of his hips. 

“Tell me, my queen, how do you think your advisor would react seeing you this way? Seeing how you beg for my cock and cry out in pleasure?” He purred along your neck. You couldn’t respond, his cock was ramming inside of you and you had never felt such ecstasy before. Sure you had previous lovers or consorts but none of them compared to this moment. “Does the great and wise queen have nothing to say? No rebuttal?” He taunted and nipped your ear. 

“N-Namor...” You muttered trying to move your hips. 

“What is it, in pixamech? (my angel)” The king grunted. 

“H-Harder...” You pleaded and kissed him fervently. He kissed you back and obeyed your request, thrusting deeper and harder. “I’m going to cum...” You panted against his lips. 

“Give it to me, my queen, give it all.” He cooed. His words sent you over the edge and you came on his cock. He continued his thrusts and gazed at you like a lover would. “Where do you want me?” 

“Inside...Please my king...” Namor gripped the edge of the pool and pounded his cock into your pussy. You cried out his name when he came inside of you. He grunted your name and kissed you passionately. You dug your fingers in his hair and returned his kiss. He carried you out of the water and gently rested you on the sandy shore. 

He stayed on top of you, panting. You caught your breath and brushed his hair back. He looked into your eyes and pressed his lips against your head. “I hope I was to your liking~” He teased and wrapped his arms around your torso. 

“I suppose.” You teased back and kissed his lips. 

Namor should’ve left the moment he was done with you but like a siren you kept calling him back. He was under your spell the moment his lips touched yours. He kissed you back slowly and pulled back. “I will continue to come for you until you join me. And I will continue to make you cum whenever I visit you~” He smirked. 

“I eagerly await.” You bit your lip and pulled him in for another kiss. 

Dividers By: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @firefly-graphics

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Namor’s Assault on Wakanda: Namor vs. Queen Ramonda and Riri Williams Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler

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Reveal: Namor x fem reader

After finding out that you're pregnant with Namor's child, you sit by the ocean everyday in hopes he'll appear so that you can tell him.

Warnings: injury, mention/talk of sleeping together, pregnancy as I know some people don't like reading these types of fics.

Thank you for the request anon. Sorry it took so long to get out, but I do still hope you like this

Also after I finish and post the other requests, the requests will be closed for a while. I'll still write, but it's hard to also write the requests, sorry about that.

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It happens so quickly. One minute you're reading, the next an injured man stumbles to the shore and falls over. You don't even notice the wings on his ankles at first.

"Oh god."

Dropping your book you nearly trip over your feet, thankfully keeping stability. "sir?!" and, as fast as you possibly can, you run over to the man.

"Sir?"

He attempts to stand but ends up falling again and groaning.

"Are you okay?"

There are three scratch marks on the left side of his face, you note. He looks up at you, but then closes his eyes to try and get rid of the pain, and groans.

"Sir?"

"My..." another pained groan. "Right ankle wing." though he falls short on words and groans again. Right ankle wing? is that code for something? Confused you look down at his right ankle curiosity getting the best of you. Your eyes land on his ankle, and then your eyes widen in surprise. They go to his other ankle, and you notice a difference.

Well, to begin, you notice how he was telling the truth. 'right ankle wing' wasn't code for anything since he does actually have wings on his ankles. However the difference between that one of his right ankle wings have been sliced off, while the others seem to be fine.

Your confusion slowly wears off, until you look at him. It's now that you notice people are staring, and confused, but that doesn't really get your attention.

"I'm a nurse." you begin. "I can fix your ankle up for you if you want."

The stranger opens his eyes again.

"You do not have to."

"...but I want to."

You move to place a hand on his shoulder, a stern but kind look in your eyes. "Please let me help you."

-----

"Here." you hand out a bottle of water for him. He slowly looks at the bottle, and then you.

"Thank you."

You leave to grab what you need, as he drinks the water you'd just passed him, and he watches you. He's a bit surprised by the events that just transpired, but he's grateful for your help. Though, if Namor is being honest, he's a bit embarrased for seeming so weak.

"You're welcome...oh, I never asked your name."

shuffling through your equipment, your hands land on a bandage.

"...i'm (y/n)."

Grabbing the rest of what is needed you turn and walk over to him.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan." he begins. You kneel down in front of him, "...but my enemies call me Namor."

Then it clicks. You're not sure why you hadn't realised who he was when you'd seen his ankle wings.

"...the winged serpeant god?" you reply, surprised. He simply nods. Wow. you'd only heard legends of 'the winged serpeant god', but you never thought you would ever meet him.

The man that can live underwater and breathe on land. Who can fly with the wings on his ankles. He is a fierce leader and a fierce protector who will do anything for the people he cares about.

"It's an honor to meet you." you nod to him, beginning to bandage his ankle. "...and I'm sorry that you were hurt, but I'll do my best to fix up your ankle..."

"Níib óolal..."

Huh?

"What?" tilting your head in confusion, while Namor didn't even realise he'd reverted back to his language. Since he's underwater most of the time, he doesn't have to speak english, as he speaks his language.

"I said thank you, in my language. I am sorry for not speaking your language."

"You don't have to be sorry." tightening the bandage enough, you check over everything. "... and I think your language is beautiful, and everything i've heard about your culture is too. I would..." you stop yourself as you don't want to badger the guy. You've just met, you don't want to annoy him.

You stand up and move back to give him his space.

"That should be good until it heals."

Namor moves his leg around a little, then he looks up at you.

"Thank you, really. I appreciate this (y/n)."

Namor begins to stand, confident that he can.

"...I should get going." when he finds it hard, though, he ends up stumbling, and you quickly wrap an arm around his waist.

"I don't want to be annoying Namor, but you need to stay while your wing heals." he wants to say no, because he needs to go home...but you're right. He can't leave yet, and because you've been nothing but kind and you'd bandaged up his ankle, he doesn't mind.

"Okay."

-

For the next couple of weeks you let him stay there until his ankle wing is healed enough and he's healthy enough to go back home. Despite him saying it's alright, and that he can make his way home, you'd told him it would be better to let it heal up before he does.

If he were to hurt himself even more, that would mean waiting longer to heal. As a nurse you know this is the best option as you have dealt with patients hurting their ankles. Well minus the part where they didn't have wings on their ankle.

As you nurse him back to health, Namor tells you a lot about who he is and his culture, as a whole. The many stories he describes in such detail that it feels like you're there. He tells you about Talokan and how there would never be enough words to describe how breathtaking it is, and how the people who live there like him fit perfectly.

You tell him about yourself, about stories from your past. That you became a nurse over ten years ago, and how you can't help but admit that you're a damn good one too. Namor agrees with you on that. That you'd moved away from your hometown to be where you are now, and you're happy you did. Not that where you lived was bad or anything.

Over these weeks you begin to grow closer, becoming friends. Though as your friendship blossoms, new feelings grow to the surface, and before long all you can think about is him. That when you stare at him all you want to do is admit how you feel, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't look at his lips every-so-often, wishing hoping to kiss them.

-

Then, one night as you're talking to Namor, one thing ends up leading to another.

Your head rests against the wall behind you, while your hands rest by your side. Though all you can think about is how that more beautiful he looks like in the light from the moon.

You're talking about something. A story from the past, and you're so invested in telling it that you don't catch how he stares at your lips. How he feels intoxicated with the feelings that he holds for you. The feelings that you're oblivious to.

As you begin to say something, Namor gets to it first. He looks at you, then your lips, and mutters 'can i?' and you're confused at first.

"Can you..." but, then, you notice his eyes on your lips, and you realise. He wants to kiss me? surely you're imagining things...right? 'cause why would he want to kiss you? Still you find yourself mouthing 'yes'. and so he leans forward, capturing your lips with his, and your walls cave in.

You think the kiss is the only thing that happens. Turns out Namor has wanted you, as much as you have wanted him, 'cause the kiss turns into more.

Next thing you know you're stumbling to the bedroom.

-A few weeks later-

"Oh god."

You hold onto the wall fearing that you'll fall over if you don't. Eyes focused on the test in your right hand, tears fill your eyes, and you close them.

"I'm pregnant?"

You should have realized after feeling sick in the mornings lately. That you haven't been feeling the best as-of-late. Though pregnancy never did come to mind, but now you're pregnant with the child of the man you haven't seen in weeks.

There's no bad blood between you both. He'd left because he needed to continue ruling, so that's why hasn't visited. Bringing yourself down into a sitting position you rest your head back against the wall, sighing. "now what am I going to do?"

You never thought to hide the pregnancy from him, as he deserves to know. Though how you're going to tell him is the hard part, cause what if he doesn't even want a child with you? What if he only viewed your one-night-stand as just that, and what if his feelings weren't true?

So you sit there, test in your hand.

----

You decide to go to the beach and call his name. At night so people don't think you're weird. He doesn't arrive the first time, though you don't leave straightaway.

For the next couple of weeks you go to the same beach in hopes of getting his attention. Every day you call for him but he doesn't answer or let you know that he can hear you. It kind of stings as you need to let him know.

You wonder if he'll be a good father. He's a kind man, a good man, so you think what he'll be like as a dad. You wonder what you'll be like as a mother, if you'll be a good one. Having kids have been on your mind for a while but you hadn't found 'the one' to have them with. Maybe Namor is the one, though you're not sure if he thinks that about you.

The hopes of seeing him, however, start to lessen and you worry that you'll have to raise this child alone...until things change one wednesday.

-

"Namor?"

You make your spot on the sand, with your right hand out-of-habit rests on your pregnant stomach. The waves are calm, and the water is flat. The night is cool which helps to calm the nerves you have, as you pray that he'll finally appear.

"We need to talk."

You wait. You wait for five minutes, but he doesn't show, and you're ready to continue waiting like you usually do as you're convinced he's not going to appear. The water suddenly moves as you think that, and then something makes a splash....well, someone.

You watch as he walks out of the water towards you, and you stand up. When he reaches you he surprises you by taking your hands in his:

"I am sorry for not being here sooner."

He squeezes your hands.

"...but I am here now, so we can talk."

With a nod, you sigh. Now that he's there you have to reveal that you're pregnant, and you pray that he won't just leave. Though, why would he?

"Okay..." here we go. "I have to tell you something, but I'm not sure how to."

"Well..." he replies. "...take your time, in yakunaj." in yakunaj. He'd muttered that to you during that night. You're still not sure what it means, but you could- can tell that it means something. His words seem to help you admit what you've been meaning to admit, but it's not easy to get those words out.

"Namor I...i'm...pregnant." averting your eyes from him, you continue. "...and the baby is yours." now as you aren't looking at him, you don't notice how his eyes seem to widen.

"...that's what i've been meaning to tell you, because you had the right to know." then, you turn to look at him again, scared that you'd seen anger in his eyes, or disgust. Instead, however, you notice the surprise on his face.

"You're... pregnant?"

"I...I understand if you don't-"

"No." realising he's still holding your hands, he squeezes them softly.

"I'm just surprised."

Now he hates that he wasn't there sooner. He knows you would have been feeling alone without the father of your child being there to be your support. To be the other parent to your child. You needed him, and now he hates himself for not being there.

Though he's still shocked that you're pregnant, but he isn't angry. In fact, despite the circumstances, he is happy you're going to have a kid, and the kid is his. You aren't dating, but that doesn't matter, as he just wants to be there for you.

"...I know this isn't ideal for you." he continues. "but I will be there for you. for our kid." he softens his tone as he says this. "...I promise you." and you can't help but tear up hearing him say this.

"You will?"

The winged serpeant god nods and god you can see the amount of care his eyes hold. "I promise you (y/n)."

The tears run down your cheeks, but you're happy. These are happy tears, because why would you be sad? He's going to help you raise this kid, which is all you have wanted.

"Thank you."

-

Throughout your pregnancy, Namor is amazing. He offers you to stay there and as it's easier, you agree. Though you don't move in at first. He gets a room set up for your baby, and you find it adorable how excited he is.

You find yourself falling harder for him, more than you had initially been, and you found yourself wanting a relationship with him. Though you weren't sure he did, too. He did. But he wanted to wait to see what you wanted.

It was about a month into the pregnancy, that you'd been staying there, that you'd admitted how you wanted a relationship. He'd let you know he wanted one too, and before long, you'd begun dating.

When you give birth he's there, and when you hold your baby girl in your arms, you look up at him with such love. While Namor is tearing up, he can't help it. When he holds your kid, he tears up more, and you tear up, too.

You have your own little family. It's so perfect, that it feels surreal.

Everything is perfect.

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