#dark!namor x reader

[lena-after-dark]

Pairing: Dark!Namor x Reader

Prompt: "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you."

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, obsession at first sight.

You were on vacation the first time you felt him near. Of course then you didn't know what it was that haunted you through the waters.

The warm waves of the Atlantic washed all around you as you swam from the beach. You went as far as you felt safe to go, pausing to enjoy the sunshine and to sneak a peak at the marine life below. You were unsure how long you were in the water before you felt it. You knew there was a presence near you. You felt the pressure shift in the water, closing around you. Upon inspection, you saw nothing that would cause such a disturbance. But each time you stepped into the sea, you had the feeling that something was there - watching you.

That looming feeling of eyes upon you didn't let up, even after you were home. Though it was gone for a while, it came rushing back one rainy evening. It was enough to make you double check the locks on every door and window in your home. You peered outside and saw nothing. Always nothing. Except when the lightning flashed and there was a figure seemingly floating in the air. You only saw it once, and shrugged it off as your imagination.

Always when it was raining. That's when you'd feel it. That's when you'd see things. It was maddening. The figure only appeared when you were home - and when it was dark. Never when you could find proof that something was there.

Until you started receiving gifts, that was. Handcrafted jewelry and ornate shells appeared at your doorstep. And once on your windowsill - inside. That was enough to make you leave your home. And once again, the occurrences halted - for a time. Then you saw it again, not long after you'd moved. The figure floating in air. The shape of a man. You tried to capture an image, but it was gone before you could.

You had to get out of town again. This time to the mountains. The snow was a welcome distraction.

"Beautiful evening, isn't it?"

You were alone on the balcony of the lodge - sipping a hot drink and enjoying the setting sun. Something about him seemed familiar, though you didn't think you'd met him before. The glare of the sun obscured your view slightly.

"Yeah, it is. You're staying here as well?"

"Not exactly." The rich timbre of his voice was soothing. And yet something felt off. "Just visiting. It's very quiet around this lodge. You're the first person I've seen. Forgive my intrusion. I'm... Namor. May I ask your name?"

You told him your name out of compulsory politeness. He turned to face you, repeating your name with a smile. You could see him clearly now. He looked out of place - as if he were uncomfortable in the clothing he was wearing. Nothing in the style of his sweater or hat matched his earrings - and they unnerved you at the sight of them. They looked to be the same craftsmanship of the jewelry you'd been receiving. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. You complimented them, testing the waters.

"You like them? Perhaps I'll have to get you a pair." You let out a nervous chuckle. It was time to leave. You made up a quick lie about needing to go and stood, noticing that he wasn't wearing any shoes.

"I'll see you again soon," he said as a goodbye. He sounded so charming. But there was something dark in the phrase. It was a promise. You dared a last glance at him and saw that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. That familiar feeling was back tenfold.

Namor kept his promise. When you returned home, a pair of green earrings was waiting inside. You weren't delusional. This man - or whatever he was - was following you. Could he fly? What was he? There were so many questions, and no answers to any of them. And now that he'd appeared before you, certainly things were going to escalate. You had to leave again. You moved only when it was bright and dry as a bone outside. You were careful - leaving no trace of where you might've gone. You installed a camera, extra locks, everything you could think of.

You thought you were rid of him. Through stormy nights you didn't see or feel anything out of the ordinary. No gifts were left for you to find. No figure floating outside your window.

Apparently he just needed time to find you.

Your face to face meeting had made him bolder. You saw him again - hovering outside your window as the rain fell. This time he didn't disappear. This time he flew to the glass, placing his hand against it as he looked inside at you.

You scrambled away, trying to alert the authorities. It didn't matter if they didn't believe you. You needed to know someone was on the way to you.

Namor was inside before you could give dispatch your address. He was behind you with his hand wrapped around yours, pulling the phone from your ear and ending the call. The other was around your mouth, preventing you from yelling. He shushed you when you yelled into his hand - as if he were attempting to soothe you.

"I have to admit, I am enjoying our game of cat and mouse."

You pulled away from him, and he let you. When you faced him, a grin had spread across his lips.

"Did you like the earrings," he ended his question with something in a language you didn't understand. Most likely a term of endearment.

"Get out. Now. The cops will be here any moment." He chuckled at that, and paid the thin threat no mind.

"I think I'll keep our game going a little longer," he said as he stepped closer. You instinctively stepped back, and he continued forward until you were against a piece of furniture and couldn't retreat any further. He reached his hand out and ran his knuckles against the side of your arm. The touch sent shivers down your spine.

"I'll give you two weeks this time before I look for you again."

No matter what you said, or what questions you asked, he had no interest in elaborating. Whatever his intentions were in the end, he kept them from you. He wouldn't tell you why he was there, what he wanted from you, nothing.

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.” 

He left through the window, flying into the darkness so quickly that he barely looked like a shadow across the sky.

Buy Me a Coffee?

[itaintenough]

I need a scientific explanation on how ONE CAN LOOK SO GOOD after running his fingers through his wet hair

creds to: @unicornspwnall

[buzzkillers]

Fables and Parables 1|?

Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader

Summary: During a study abroad trip, you accidentally trigger a long-time tradition through a simple word: amen.

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

PART TWO

There's only so many words in the English language to describe heat, so you'll keep it simple: Oraxco, Mexico was hell on Earth, survival unlikely.

It was a sun-drenched mugginess.

Something heavy and thick that melted the sunscreen right off your skin and had your phone turning off in self preservation. And the worst part? This was before you left the airport; before you even left the damn terminal.

You didn't know what you expected. Oraxco wasn't particularly known for having Iceland type temperatures but no one said it was like this. Like you were kissing the sun. Like the heat had a mind of it's own.

And by the time you found your classmates, your clothes were drenched in sweat and your bags had gone slick in your palms. Thankfully, you weren't the only one.

Underneath what could only be a sunflare, there were only a handful of you, but your tongue went dry as you tried to greet them all. And you know, maybe you weren't in a city.

Maybe the airplane accidentally dropped you off in a Giants oven. Maybe you were being grilled alive. It was the only explanation really. For Christ sake, you've never felt your skin cook before.

And when your professor finally arrived, with suspiciously dry skin and an easy smile the conversations died easily. You couldn't pretend to be upset. You just let her talk and talk and talk.

Her tone, peppier and upbeat as she postponed going straight to the hotel.

Instead, she wanted to risk heat stroke to visit a nearby holy site. A hidden attraction that not many tourists visit. "It's only a few miles east, you'll thank me later," she insisted, the moment she saw the deadly looks etched onto all our faces. "It'll be fun, I promise"

A bold faced lie you thought as by the time you got there, you couldn't help but think it looked less holy and more—abandoned.

Through the heat exhaustion you took in what could only be described as a tall engraved pillar in a sea of dead grass.

It was made of smooth stone and touched by age and thick green vines that wrapped snugly up the pillars pits and grooves. The arms of the vines climbing up and up until it disappeared atop the statue's crest. Shit, it was so far up, you had to crank your head up to see it.

It was beautiful, daunting and as your professor promised: hidden well. The pillar far enough away from the main road that if you weren't looking for it, it would be easily missed.

Clearly, the stone was old. It had to be the fifteenth century, pre-colonialism maybe? The craftsman ship was intricate as well. Each mark and dig woven into rocks that made a story. No, that wasn’t it. Not a story but instead the never ending tail of a serpent that slithered its way to the top of the pillar.

With artful expertise, the tail formed into a man with a heart in one hand and what could only be an infant in the other. Smaller figures surrounded the serpent, their role vague until your professor spoke.

"—a popular myth dating back to the Mayan period. It's said that if you pray at the feet of his statue, the sea serpent will rise from his throne to come up to pick a concubine,"

"The concubine would go through a heat of sort that would urge her to stay in the land of the serpent god till next full moon, where she'll come back to her homeland gifted with pregnancy and rewards for the town,"

Around you everyone nodded in thinly veiled disinterest.

“You only have to pray, give him a request and the fullment will be your exchange for the child.”

You grimaced, “I pray that this sun would disappear, amen”

You’re met with grunts of agreement. The professor dutifully chose to ignore you; instead her mouth just continued to go on and on and on. By the time it was over, you no longer heard the sounds of cars racing by, the trees had become unnaturally still and you were pretty sure that half of your class was sprawled dead on the grass floor.

She did not have to convince anyone to get back onto the bus. You’re in fact the first in your seat, legs splayed out and your head leaning against the heated window. There was an unnatural silence settled onto the bus. No one wanted to speak and you couldn’t blame them.

Your eyes instead stayed stuck on the trees; on the grass that danced beneath the soft wind. The moon had begun to hang high. Its light washed across the city and leaked through the leaves.

Your thighs shifted in your seat, your hand pressed into your cheek. And then you felt it, something hot and sharp like honey that spiked in your belly. A warm sensation that made you droop in your seat before you blinked and looked at the tree line as the engine roared.

The statue peeked back at you in glances and ripples of the leaves that withered over it. You blinked and for a moment, the leaves flicked away completely; your professor said something, the bus began to move at a snail's pace, but you couldn’t listen, you were transfixed.

Utterly hypnotized at the sight of the serpent tail, concrete and covered in rock as it tightened around the pillar. Before the leaves bristled back into place and the bus left the place behind.

You blinked. The warmth in your belly bloomed. Then with a roll of your shoulders, you pretend you saw nothing at all.

__

A few hours later, or maybe a few minutes, a few days? It didn't matter. But it was at that moment, deep down below, beneath sea currents and molten rock; on a throne covered in bones and melted gold, that a God pricked his ears towards the surface and sighed.

[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 3

Masterlist

Word count: 983

Summary: Namor does not want you to leave.

Warnings: depressing topics, stockholm syndrome, reader is very empathetic but naive, if you do not like fanfictions like these, do not read them

Translations:

in reina - my queen

Damn, if you didn't want me back Why'd you have to act like that? It's confusing to the core 'Cause I know you want it

The herb Namor fed (Y/N) made her pass out. But he couldn’t lie about how much he enjoyed seeing her all vulnerable. Even when she had been asleep earlier, he was hesitant; should he watch her sleep? Should he dress her in royal attire? After all, she was going to be his queen due to the changes. Namor fully intended on entirely making her unable to breathe out of water.

But she was special. And he knew in his heart that he was right. But the fact that (Y/N) was still potentially able to escape to the surface world made his veins pop out of his skin from frustration. Namor’s plan had not gone as he thought it would.

Namor’s hand slightly skimmed across her cheeks, feeling the soft (S/C) color beneath it. He especially loved feeling even more of the slight bumps along it. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of perfect skin like surface dwellers went on about. People aren’t meant to be perfect, which is why he hated the modern dwellers.

When Namor was bored from his royal duties, he would sometimes pop out from the surface and watched the people who spent time on the beach. Namor would frown when they started saying terrible things about themselves. No one in Talokan did it. He would never encourage that behavior anyways.

(Y/N)’s eyes slowly opened after a while and her eyes were too tired to care about what was going on. Namor was still letting his fingers dance across her skin and watching her every move. She just didn’t understand why someone as royal as him would care for her.

“In reina, it is good to see you awaken after your transformation.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands felt all over her skin, feeling slight opens that were mini gills, yet still able to breathe in the air. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how piercing his eyes were. The way Namor’s eyes looked into her soul was like he understood cogs turning inside her head. It was magical.

His hand inched towards hers and held it. It was one of warmth but possessiveness. He was glad to have her here with him. That way no one could harm a single hair on (Y/N)’s head.

Her hand slightly pulled away from his hold. She was scared of Namor. And why wouldn’t she? He kidnapped her, essentially changed her whole body against her will, and won’t let her leave. Essentially changing her life as she knew it!

“I wish to go back home.”

Namor grunted and his other hand clenched into a fist out of anger. A spit of fire lit inside him when (Y/N) wouldn’t do what he wanted. A part of him liked how headstrong she was, but he just wanted her to submit her all to him. And he was gonna get her to do it no matter what.

“You cannot leave. Please, see my kingdom before coming to such a conclusion.”

“This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! God, can you listen to me!? Or are you so arrogant that you believe I want what you want!”

Namor went silent before getting up, grabbing a bracelet that was built of gold and jade. He presented it to her, seeming to bargain his muse. Anything for (Y/N). Anything. He gently grasped her arm and tied the bracelet around her wrist, loose enough to not cause redness in her skin.

“It was my mother's. She gave it to me before she passed. There was no one I loved as much as I loved her.”

(Y/N)’s heart tugged. Oh no. It was working on her.

“Your.. mother?” she asked, gazing at the jewelry adorning her wrist that complimented her (S/C) skin.

Namor nodded and let his finger stroke over the smooth jade, “She died of heartbreak. She missed her life on land. Just couldn’t bare to live here underwater anymore.”

(Y/N) noticed the way his brown eyes seemed to cloud with the memories of his past of long ago. She wished she could look inside him to see what he had seen; to understand him. She knew that this wasn’t an appropriate response to someone who had stripped her of the life she once knew, but she’d always been empathetic. She understood that Namor must have been alone for a while. He just wanted company. Peace. Love.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do in response to such news. But she reacted as how she’d want if she told such a sad secret to someone.

Namor was surprised when he felt (Y/N)’s arms wrap around his waist. His cheeks grew warm and his mind raced. He fell in love with how warm and comforting she was pressed up against his bare chest, the way their skin exchanged heat. He never wanted this moment to end nor did he ever realize how much he wanted to experience this. Namor never received a hug except if it was one from his mother. For the first time in 500 years, he had felt an act of love and intimacy.

“I’m sorry, Namor. I will cherish this as long as I am... With you.”

It was a surprise to her that she’d even say that. Well, you can always expect the unexpected when you’re taken away by a king from under the sea, right?

(Y/N) broke the hug and stood up, extending her arm out to Namor, “Please, take me to see your city. I would love to see it.”

Namor’s hand hesitated before wrapping around hers, pulling her close, “Of course, in yakunaj.”

Then they disappeared into the abyss of the water that was on the edge of the cave. He never let go of (Y/N) on the trip down to Talokan.

[sapphiewritesstuff]

With Namor I firmly believe that there is no ‘dating’ stage, he immediately takes you to Talokan and marries you. He’s a man who knows what he wants, and in this case it’s you. Even if he doesn’t have that much trust in you, nothing is stopping him from just keeping you in Talokan, he’ll ensure that you’ll never leave.

[mariaxxxxx]

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[darkfairy102190]

yandere vampire Namor x reader x yandere. vampire Shuri.

hunter and prey. The reader is a graduating college student, she always staying up late always studying while leaving the library late one night she felt like she was being watched. little did she know that she caught the attention of the queen and king of all vampires.

(( plot sucks i know.

(( i can't write smut to save my life.

(( very slow updates, please don't rush me.

(( i'll fix my grammar when it's done.

(( i can try writing them dark ill try my best.

(( poly relationship.

(( if you want to be tagged i'll gladly tag. :)

[seshatsdomain]

But like a Wakandan Outreach center intern that wanders to close to the water and a certain water god takes notice…

[venting402]

Fic idea except I’m not a writer: dark! Namor obsessed with reader. Found ways to hide his wings and grew out his hair long like this 👇 (long enough to hide his ears) and explored the surface world to see how society is. Sees reader (AS AN ADULT), became obsessed, and stalks her until something snaps so then he gets a crazy look (gif 2). Maybe he sees her with another partner OR he hears someone talking about her OR whatever. Takes her to talokan, she can’t escape—that’s all I got 🤭

[lilibrownlabonita]

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Wakanda Forever

*Namor

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The Sun and the Moon - Namor x reader | Angst with happy ending

*Namora

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Necio - tenoch x reader | smut

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[funnyexel]

I finally understand how to work this-

[itaintenough]

I just discovered Dark!Namor with his obsessive and delusional personality in the comics. Let me tell you this, i will sacrifice my life to Bast or Imperius Rex for more Dark!Namor x reader fics. Thank you very much and please tag me 🥹🫶🏽

[buzzkillers]

Fables and Parables 2/5

Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader

Chapter Summary: you begin to feel the affects of the curse.

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

PART ONE

It rained the next day. 

It's so bad that you're forced to braid your hair. The gel wasn't working and the frays of your edges curled underneath the humidity.

Lucky you, but that's not where your bad day ended, of course not. 

The storm had forced you all inside, the rain battering against the very thin walls of the hostel. All plans for exploration were delayed. Quickly, your discomfort turned into irritation and then your period started. Of course it did. Thankfully, there was no blood yet but it was the beginning of it. You could feel it in the twist of your gut, the odd ache in your pelvis. It's so subtle that it could’ve passed a stomach ache

But you've never felt your stomach twist like this before. Like there was a needle in your guts that pulled and twisted.

 So yeah, you were on your period and the weather was shit and you were starving. But you didn’t mind, you really didn't. Until then it rained the next day and the day after that and you never bled. 

“It’s global warming,” your roommate whispered, her face still shoved into her book. 'Art and Society of Mayan culture ' it read, the bind of it worn and dirty. 

You relaxed in your own bed. Your leg splayed off the edge.“-just think about it,”

“I'm thinking about it,” You lied. Because you’ve actually been reading the same  ‘Wikipedia’ page for the last five minutes and you were afraid that if you moved a muscle, something just might burst. 

The other didn’t know this though. How could she? So she rolled her eyes, lips pinched. “Im serious,” 

“I mean it's May—May," she turned a page, "We're supposed to be touring temples but instead we're-" she looked over at you and then winced. "-I actually don't know what you're doing," 

"Waiting for this bootleg ibuprofen to kick in," you muttered, your phone now fallen asleep. You took a strangled breath. 

"I don't think it's working," 

“Are you sure you don't want tea?” she asked cause she was nice and didn’t know that every word she spoke made you want to bite bricks. You shoved your head into the pillow and tried to suffocate yourself. “Nah, rather vomit,” Last night, you only had one cup and instantly spat it out. You’d rather stick to sink water. 

“I think I'm just gonna die here,” you groaned, ‘cause it would just be your luck really. Then you curled into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees. The position only made it worse.  Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. 

The woman sucked her teeth, “Right, die in a run down hostel, in the middle of nowhere, that's not inconsiderate,”

“Kindly fuck off,”

“To get tea? Yeah I'm suddenly in the mood,” you shot the woman a glare, and suddenly it's her that's ignoring you. The look on her face smug as she jumped into some trousers and walked out the door. 

You took the moment to look out the window. It faced the front streets, above all the pop shops and grocery bags. Below you, people ran to get away from the onslaught. No one wanted to drive today, clearly. People bustled in the streets, business men went home and school children ran with their bags over their heads. Anything to get out of the rain. 

Except one, a lone figure at the edge of the sidewalk, who stood straight, unaffected. He did not wear an umbrella or a raincoat for that matter. Instead, his shelter was the leaves of the sidewalk trees. It flicked and fettered over him, it also did a shit poor job of actually keeping him dry. He looked at your Hostel. Unmoving. In your delusion, he was also blue, he looked very very blue.

Your face pinched and then the needle in your stomach twisted and your intestines curled and you forgot all about it. At least some people didn’t mind the rain. 

—-

It never stopped raining. Not truly. It might've drizzled, or splashed or allowed a pause within the bulging of clouds and the clap of thunder but it never actually stopped. Not for more than a few minutes anyway. 

Time only existed within the ratatat typing of rain. Between the moment where it splashed and melded into the streets. 

You didn't know what was more irritating, the cramps or that sound. After a few moments, your roommate picked the sound and that was all you needed to hear before you popped another ibuprofen and migrated to the play rooms of the hostel. 

Play room was stretching it though. It was simply a small living room with an ancient boxed tv and folding chairs. It's crowded when the two of you get down there. An odd mix of your classmates and other residents and they’re all watching the news on the weather. 

‘Unexpected’ they said, ‘unlikely to stop anytime soon,'  which in other words meant your earlier sentiment was right. 

You were never leaving this hostel and you were all feeling it. You've never felt so bored, so hungry. And the daily work assignments and sandwiches in the fridge weren't cutting it. You guys were going to have to leave the hostel for food eventually. Maybe that's why you were feeling the way? 

 It was a good hypothesis as the pangs in your belly tightened. You've never felt a hunger like this before. Strong and potent. 

So, a few hours later you're outside now. A few blocks away from the hostel and filled with enough ibuprofen that it might not be the storms that’ll kill you. There's only one grocery store on your street. It's an artificial beacon of fluorescent lights, the door rung when you opened it.  

With wobbly knees, you walked inside and the weather followed. A man with a mop looked up and glared at you. You ducked into one of the aisles.  

You needed something sweet, something heavy. Bread? No. Ice cream? You ran through each aisle. And then you walked and then your just sort of sludged your way around. Each movement made the world curl into itself, your floor tilted beneath your feet. 

By the time you actually got to the front again nothing looked appealing. Tortilla bread suddenly looked too heavy and chorizo looked too much. You looked at your basket, lips downturned. 

Maybe you should just get a drink instead. But even that made you want to curl into yourself. Soda was too much. A lemonade too sweet. What about water? At that your stomach twisted and turned, cold than hot. The cashier looked at you plainly. 

“¿Eso es todo, señora?" you blinked.

He was an older man, with sunken eyes and gray hair that was long but tied into a tight ponytail. He gave off a scent of artificial pine tree, his fingers battered with callouses. He had a gold tooth and his shirt, although clean, was translucent due to the rain that battered through the window every time a customer came in. 

You licked your lips, warmth in your belly overflowed. You wondered if he’d let you get on your knees. If all it would take was a look and sweet words before you led yourself behind the counter-

“señora?” the man's voice boomed you out of your thoughts, you flinched back. “Sorry, I-” you shook your head, “¿Tienes uh agua?” 

His eye twitched. “pasillo 10,”

Your mouth went dry. You looked to the back aisle, at the long tiled floors that seemed to drag on forever. On a back shelf the water sat pretty.  You licked your lips again. Something in you bloomed. It was exactly what you needed. Water.

With a fevered glance back, you battered your fingers against the counter. One gallon would be just as much as the food. It looked more appetizing too, like it would belly over the thirst that ran in your tummy. 

Like a great way to wash the taste of the man off your tongue.  

You shook your head, “Actually-” 

“-¿Te importaría conseguirlo para mí?” the man just looked at you, their mouth downturned. He looked ready to stay no. 

The aisle wasn’t that far away. And anyone with working legs would be able to make it to the back. But something in your face made the man's face relaxed, the corner of his lips pinched. “fine,” then with a glance, “Pero no vomites en mi suelo,” 

Unlikely. In fact vomiting was a very real possibility. You felt it in your throat, in the overtone and queasiness that slobbed in your tummy. 

You looked at him as he left. Watched the skin on his back, the sweat that twinkled down his spine. Your stomach flipped and turned. Suddenly, your hands were clammy and your lips dry. What kind of hunger was this?  

What kind, made you want this? Claws in your back, and kisses on your chest. You wanted it bad, like a bird wanted murder and a plant water, it was a need, a cancer that furloughed in your deepest cavities and bloomed. Ricocheting like a bullet before you fell to your knees and vomited it all out. 

—

You don't go out much after that. 

[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 2

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: New beginnings in Talokan and a world you’ll never be able to go back to.

Warnings: mentions of drugging and pain, manipulation, starving, minor wakanda forever spoilers

Translations:

in yakanaj - darling

jats'uts - beautiful

in yakunaj - my love

in reina - my queen

texts from you and sex from you are things that are not so uncommon flirt with you you're all about it tell me why I feel unwanted?

(Y/N)’s eyes opened. Her eyes took their time to adjust to the dark lit cave that had been lit by only the glow worms. The caves of the walls were a midnight blue, the glow worms turquoise reflecting onto them. Air, crisp and cold, entered her nose, getting sucked up into her lungs and brought to her slow beating heart. (Y/N) realized that she was not at the beach anymore. Her rental was gone, replaced by the new chamber holding her.

“I see you are awake, in yakanaj.”

Right across from her bed was Namor, staring at her. Ever since he brought her here, he watched her sleep and savored every moment of it. The admiration of how peaceful she looked; her soft breaths; her beautiful hair that fell in front of her face while asleep. Everything about her was gorgeous to him. And Namor knew it from the second he laid eyes on her that one fateful day as few months ago.

(Y/N)’s pupils enlarged when she recognized the King that has kidnapped her away from the beach yesterday. Had it already been a day since it happened? It seemed that the sirens song of the Talokani soldiers made her fall into a long deep sleep. Namor requested that so he can get up close and memorize the art that was her face– her existence.

“Where am I, Namor?” (Y/N) said in a quiet tone, yet it held much venom hiding in it.

Namor hissed to himself at that name. He hated hearing his beloved calling him that name. Hoping that it wouldn’t be that name for any longer. He walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, “You are here in Talokan. My kingdom.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank into her stomach. His kingdom? She’d only heard him mention that he was a king and had his people; never realized that he was actually being serious. However, she quietly studied him with her eyes; the gorgeous golden arm bands and the admirable golden and red clock that draped from around his neck down to his back.

“I don’t.. I don’t even know you. I wanna go back to my rental. In fact, I-I really wish to go home..” (Y/N) said before looking down. In the back of her mind, she didn’t know if she would ever be able to leave this place. This man who took her away from land. The man who took her away from any chance of living her normal life ever again. Doubt clouded her mind.

A low grunt emanated from his throat. Namor had spent so much time planning out a way to get her. He wanted her no matter what it cost. And he was not going to let his precious (Y/N) leave him. Ever since Namor laid eyes on her, he had never-ending fantasies. From her being crowned as the queen as Talokan, touching her skin and hearing her desirable noises, her carry his babies. He so desperately wanted to live out those things he dreamt of.

“My love, you are very deep in the ocean right now. You are lucky you are not down there in the depths where the pressure would crush your body. I am sparing you here till you are able to breathe underwater. Then once you are there, you will spend every waking moment there. Never leaving my side and ruling the deep with me as my one and only Queen.”

(Y/N) inched further away from Namor, scared of what he would do to her. The only comforting thing to her was the pillow that was pressed up to her rather small back due to her short stature compared to his.

“I don’t want to rule with you! I want to go back to my job on land! This isn’t where I’m supposed to be!”

Namor didn’t say much after that. He knew that it would take time and he was gonna take as much time as needed to seduce her into staying with him.

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(Y/N)’s mind wandered as she sat in the quiet cave where her bed resided. She felt so isolated from the world. Perhaps she was trapped down here forever. Stuck with an insane King who wanted to possess her forever.

But the mind wandering had been dangerous. She couldn’t ignore the way she felt when she looked at Namor; his body, his everything. (Y/N) wouldn’t deny how much she wished this was a different circumstance. Would she have gone on a date with him if he just politely asked? Yes. Absolutely. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her entire existence. Namor was a lost jewel to her that just happened to poison her when touched. A forbidden jewel.

It was extremely uncommon for anyone to make her feel this way. She’d always been hesitant about heading head-first into a relationship. (Y/N)’s friends would always come to her about their relationship issues, which just ended up making her not interested in pursuing any until she graduated college. Well, there was one exception, but it ended badly. And she prefers keeping it in the back of her mind.

GROWLLLL

“So hungry…”

(Y/N)’s stomach growled from the lack of food she even ate. She was scared of eating the foreign fruit from here. You can’t just take random food from strangers! At least that’s what she heard throughout her life. Horrific tales of women’s drinks and foods being laced with drugs before being whisked away against their will.

Before she knew it, Namor popped out from the darkness with a bowl of fruits in his hand. (Y/N)’s eyes looked out at him, a spark emanating from inside her. Food! 

“I heard your hunger from a bit away, jats'uts.”

Namor had offered it, extending it out to her with his arm. She went to reach into the bowl of fruits before it was snatched away from her as quickly as given. (Y/N) gave him a weird look out of confusion, raising her eyebrows. Why would he take it from her?

He leaned in close to her as he sat on the bed. “You can have your food, but promise me you won’t ignore me anymore, my queen.”

(Y/N) found it hard to ignore the pet names he’d casually throw into his quips to her. No one had ever acted like this toward her before, nonetheless someone with feelings for her! Always stolen glances and slight of hands, but this wasn’t that: it was more.

“I-I promise… Namor..”

(Y/N) struggled to even speak to him. Her hunger was keeping her from doing much and her chest fell down, making contact with her lap. One of her hands wrapped around her stomach as she let out a few groans.

Namor smirked to himself. He knew his plan would work and he set down the fruits onto the silk covers. His hand raised above her shoulder to pet it, but he hesitated for a second. Would she even want to be touched after being starved for so long? He didn’t have long to think as (Y/N)’s hand clenched around the bowl and she hungrily bit into the fruits.

The sweet flavors sank into the tastebuds on her tongue. She thought that these had a similar taste to the ones on land she enjoyed, but these were so much better. So much more natural; authentic; real.

Some fruit skin and its juice hung out from her lips. Some it a red color that rushed down her chin and to her neck. It almost looked like blood was running down her. Namor was glad it wasn’t. Sure, he kidnapped her, but he didn’t wanna see her hurt. He would never forgive himself if (Y/N) was hurt in his trust.

Once she was finished chowing down on the exotic fruits, she lifted her head up, a blush dancing across her cheeks from embarrassment. (Y/N) had never eaten like this in front of anyone before! Especially in front of a King? It was over for her. At least that’s what the anxious thoughts in her head said.

Some of her (H/C) hair hung in front of her eyes and Namor chuckled. He really thought she was cute at this moment. His brown, calloused hand reached close to her face and gently pushed the strands behind her ear.

“I’m glad you enjoyed those. We grow these here in Talokan under our sun.”

(Y/N)’s head slightly tilted, “Sun?”

Namor nodded and took her hand in his. “We used vibranium to create technology that would give my people the sun. It never fails to make their days brighter and helps grow our crops.”

Her pupils grew in size out of fascination and wonder. A sun underwater? Insane and something she never believed to be possible.

Namor took (Y/N)’s hand up to his lips, kissing it.

“But your beauty outshines the sun, In yakunaj.”

Before she could respond, (Y/N) let out a shriek as she felt intense chills surge over her back and all along her body. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. They signaled that something was wrong. Something out of place for her, a normal human. Or so she thought.

Her hand wiped away at the already dried-up, colorful juices that were all over her (S/C) chin. A purple liquid was dried up on her finger. She looked at Namor with a puzzled look before collapsing onto her bed. (Y/N) writhed around in pain, closing her eyes . It was uncomfortable and unnerving for her. She had never felt like this before.

It felt like ice-cold liquid was surging through her veins that were drowning her from inside. She really felt like this was the end for her. Or so she thought…

The pain had stopped and she was left, inhaling deep breaths that felt cleaner to (Y/N). This wasn’t normal. What happened to her?

Namor sat on the bed fully next to her, crossing his legs together and leaning his taller shoulder against her shorter one. His brown hand lingered its touch across her skin as he felt slight ripples along it.

“It worked.”

(Y/N) shot her distressed eyes in his direction, clearly confused. What did he know that she didn’t?

His passionate eyes stared into hers as a smile etched at the side of his mouth, “In order to become my queen, you had to go through some changes. I wouldn’t want you to drown and be crushed by the pressure of the depths, no?” (Y/N) shook her head in response, “Though, based on the fact that you’re still able to breathe now… You must be a mutant.”

“Mutant? I thought I was normal. What even is that!?”

Namor took a second to respond and let one of the hands grasp onto hers, drawing circles on it with his touch. They trailed down to her veins and traced them.

“The X-gene. It’s what gave me the ability to breathe on land and underwater. Additionally, giving me my pointed ears and wings on my feet.” She glanced down at his feet and saw one of the wings had a scar on it. “It is in all of us, but I was born a mutant. The herb must have activated your gene.”

Namor’s hand wandered back up to hers, wrapping it around the small, delicate fingers. It was in an effort to comfort her. He hid underwater for so many years that he didn’t even know if humanity accepted mutants at this point. When he was alive and had once wandered along land to observe the surface dwellers, they pointed at his mutant traits and screamed at him for being a monster. That day, he had never walked onto land anymore. Only his people accepted him for who he was. And he hoped that (Y/N) would as well since she was a mutant too.

(Y/N) couldn’t lie. She had only faintly heard of mutations in small whispers along online forums she’d glance at when she was bored. She remembered all the comments of fear from the anonymous mutants. But she always noticed someone by the username of “X” replying to their comments and posts. Though she was never bothered to read those responses.

Namor scooted behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close to him.

“You were made for me. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you, in reina.”

[namor-shuri]

So that fic you wrote was hot and I was curious if you plan to write more 🙈 Love your page btw!

Me pleasantly surprised that y’all enjoyed the one shot when meanwhile I was nervous af with spicy armpits posting it. Well I’ll be damned. Cheers to trying new things and being horny creative 🥂💗 lol

No but fr, thank you! Tbh I’m not really sure. I haven’t written fics before so I don’t know where to start or what I would write about. I’ve read a lot of fanfics over the years so I think that’s why I could get this one shot out but even then, it felt like A LOT lol. I’ve always respected writers [whether you build fictional worlds or create non fictional anecdotes and everything in between] but after writing that, I BOW DOWN even more. Like how do you write whole chapters ?? And how do you write explicit scenes and NOT cringe the entire time?? I’m realizing there’s a thin line between telling a story and describing something. Showing vs telling. Whether you’re a pro at writing or just starting off, we seriously appreciate what you do and please keep putting your stuff out there. I have a bunch of ideas in my head but I think they come to mind in visual form first before written. If anything, I’m realizing I like making stuff that’s the jump off point for a story vs writing the actual story itself lol if that makes sense. Like this battle post or revenge cowboy edit I made, for example. But we’ll see, maybe I’ll give it another go. Never say never, right? 🤷🏾‍♀️

On that note, I’ve been really wanting to sprinkle in more nsfw posts on my page but I completely forgot that with the new guidelines, every page went to a default setting of not seeing mature content on Tumblr. There was a gap where I wasn’t on here so I didn’t realize that I needed to go through my main blog and physically change my settings. So unfortunately if I post mature content, a majority of you won’t be able to interact or see it unless you have this setting changed yourself. I understand there’s probably creative ways to work around it and post nsfw stuff without having to put a label and all that jazz but I haven’t figured that out yet. I literally reblogged someone’s post once and made a joke and because I used a certain word the entire post was immediately labeled mature 🥴 So *inhales exhales* I gotta figure that out. Send help pls lol

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[the-wanderer-2022]

Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 3 (Dark Namor x Reader)

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

Warnings: Yandere themes, damn good writing 🤫

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"Kukulcan. What is it?"

"Nothing my child."

"Then with your permission, I will leave for my mission," Namora says.

"Go."

Where can she be? It is the only thought consuming Namor as he leaves the throne room, descending down the winding steps to the room he hides from the world.

Going inside, glow worms illuminate the shrine. He has built quite the collection now. Pieces of (Y/N). Pieces that in no way make up the full picture. Strands of her (H/C) hair, the lily she dropped at her mother's funeral sits preserved in wax, the lyrics of that song she keeps singing. Nothing big enough for her to miss it. But sometimes when he cannot sleep, he comes down here, to these poorly drawn images he has made of her. He's gotten better with the drawing. He cannot even stomach the thought of someone else picturing what she looks like, so he has never asked someone else to draw her for him.

There's another song she sings a lot. He doesn't know what it's called. But it goes something like

"It's been a long day without you my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again . . ." That's the only line he knows. But it captures perfectly how empty it feels without (Y/N).

Deep down, he knows his people should be his obsession. Their safety and well-being his every thought. Then why does can he not shift her face from his mind? Why does he steal as many hours of sleep as he can, just for the chance to encounter this woman?

-

"What happened to your mama?"

"Can't you just go inside my head and read my memories?" (Y/N) snaps as Chimal leaps a wall ten feet at a time. She seems to know where she is going. What she is doing. It's just a damn shame she never shuts up.

"That's not how this works," Chimal huffs as she lands with a grunt and takes off running. "And you might be a little bit more grateful you know? It's not easy moving undetected through Wakanda. If you keep me entertained, I won't have to talk so much, and we'll be more likely to move without being heard."

"Can't you just keep quiet?" (Y/N) asks.

A big exhalation. "I don't like silence. It reminds me too much of home." She seems to consider something before the tension falls from her eyes and she continues with a shaky smile. "But enough of that. What happened to your mama? I know all about Daddyo. But you never talk about her."

"Chimal, can I be honest? Woman to woman so to speak? I appreciate you doing all of this, but let's just say this isn't the first time I've had contact with a, and don't take this the wrong way, your kind. I don't trust you."

"Not all spirits are like that . . ."

"I have yet to see evidence to the contrary."

"I'm helping you!"

"You took control of my body without so much as a by your leave!"

"There wasn't time . . ."

"There never is. You're just like him."

It's forbidden to ask about previous possessions. Each spirit has their own journey, their own mission, and they should not be concerned with paths other than their own. It's bad professionalism. Nevertheless, Chimal cannot help but ask.

"What was his name?" There's one rule out the window.

"He didn't leave a calling card, he left a mark. I barely got out of it with my head still intact. My left arm."

Chimal lifts her arm. And it feels, if one can survive such a feeling, like being ran over by one of those human vehicles called a truck. "You got possessed by Khios?!"