#namor x black!reader

[inklore]

May I request  “you’re so warm.” “i hear you, but we really need to get up, love.” for the holiday celebration?

Side note: I’m new to your blog and I’m loving everything!

pairing: namor x queen!reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, they married so established relationship, mentions of trying to conceive, teasing, sexy fluff.

note: i had to rework the second line to fit more namor, i hope you don’t mind, lovey <3 but writing softness with this man makes me swoon for real.

translations: In yakunaj (my love), ko’olelo’ tortuosa (tortuous woman).

Biologically you know the logic of ocean creatures being cold blooded. The deeper you travel down the colder the temperature, the more the water feels like ice constricting your passages and tearing into your skin like knives. It’s why you can’t leave this cavern and visit his city without gearing up.

But Namor seems to defy all logic. All things you thought you knew about the world and what was biologically capable and taught in a textbook or lab. One of the many defying qualities of his: his warmth. The temperature of his body never wavering whether he was on the surface or in the depths of the sea.

It’s a warmth you love waking up to—pressed to your back or flush against your cheek as you cuddle into his chest.

His heat at your back feels better than any blanket that could possibly be woven. The heat engulfing you like a furnace, the cave a stinging cold contrast to the warmth his body provides in the bed; on your skin, lulling your limbs to stay close to him, to stay in bed.

“You’re so warm.” You hum, sleep still clinging to you, still wanting to be had. Your voice soft and groggy.

His smile presses into your cheek when he wraps his forearm more securely around you, pulling you closer, and pressing the softest kiss to your cheek. “Yes, I know.” He mumbles against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses from your cheek, jawline, below it, and to the beginnings of your neck. “But we must get up. Our people are going to think all we do is lay with each other, doing nothing productive. It does not look good.”

“Didn’t Namora tell us to stay in bed until we have secured an heir?”

“Yes, In yakunaj. But–”

“Who are we to not listen to her demands? She is our people correct? Your second hand–your–” he cuts you off with his mouth. His lips capture yours in a silencing kiss, maneuvering your frame so he’s now lying chest to chest with you.

“I have pumped you full for days, In yakunaj. It will take. We must do other duties.” His thumb rubs along your jaw, amusement in the up turn of his lips.

“What’s one more try?” You know you’re playing dirty, know that the two of you really should stretch and do something other than bask in each other's warmth. But that can come later, right now you want to drown in the feel of his chest on top of yours, and his cock between your thighs. So you push your hips up and let them drag along his quickly hardening cock. The soft groan he lets out feeling like a victory. “K’uk’ulkan,” you moan against his mouth as you roll your hips once more—for good measure.

“Who knew I married such a ko'olelo' tortuosa,” he growls as he slots himself between your thighs and presses his mouth to yours; hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

[seshatsdomain]

Way of the Water

Pairing: Namor x Black Fem Reader

Wordcount: 358

Warnings: SOFTDARK!Namor. Stalking. Creepy Staring. Mentions of sadness.  Minimal editing. 18+. 

A/N:I love Namor. And this is just the start!

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The water speaks to him, its way gentle and  soothing. 

The first time you dipped your toes in his ocean he felt you. Different than the Wakandas. Foreign. Intriguing. 

Namor wasn’t expecting to find such a pretty little thing carefully stepping into the waves. He wasn’t expecting the sight of you to stick with him. To haunt him.

You’re sad. That much he can tell from the  curve of your shoulders, hunched inward your head bowed as you rustle your pants down your legs. Gentle waves lap against the sandy shore of the beach. Your feet leave impressions in the wet sand that he somehow finds just as intriguing as the sight of your body. 

You only come here when you’re hurting. 

The moonlight reflects off your skin as you tug your shirt over your head. You shiver as the cool night air wraps around you. 

His eyes track your fingers as they trail up your arms. His gaze narrows as you push the straps of your bra off your shoulders, your hands pulling the garment around your waist and  swiveling it around to unhook it in the front. 

Namor sinks further into the sea, his head bobbing just above the surface. Usually your nightly swim consists of you in swimwear, a one piece or if he’s lucky a bikini that leaves little to the imagination. 

But never naked. Until now. 

Now he watches the way your fingers skim over the flesh of your thighs, pushing down your panties. 

Your hands reach to the sky as you lengthen your body in a stretch. Your chest pushing against the air, nipples thick and hard.

His cock twitches at the sight of them. 

You saunter into the water. Your hips swaying with every step. It’s hypnotizing the way your body moves, it captures him. And when your body enters the water. Enters his sea. He can’t help but grasp himself. 

I’ll have you. He thinks. 

He watches as you submerge yourself in the sea. You pop back up to the surface not a second later, wet curls trailing down your back.

He’ll have you. 

But not yet. The ocean whispers.

[c-nstantine]

A Trust Worthy Intruder

Description: Princess Y/N of Wakanda occasionally takes walks on the beach at night. What happens when she meets a stranger.

Warnings:None, spoilers for Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 0.9k

Y/N found comfort under the stars by the river. Being a princess often felt suffocating under the confines of the palace and with T'Challa's passing there was a hole left in everyone's heart. So almost every night Y/N snuck out of the palace, somehow avoiding the Dora Milaje, to sit by the river and listen to her thoughts.

As she sat on the sand and pondered, she noticed ripples in the water. the ripples soon turned into a man who walked onto the sandy beach. The moonlight reflected off of his tanned skin as he stood in front of Y/N. He was covered in jewelry and vibranium, which made no sense to Y/N. All of the stories she was told mentioned that there were no other places on Earth with vibranium.

"How did you get here? Who are you?" She asked backing away in fright. She had forgotten her weapons in the palace, she could hear Okoye's voice patronizing her for not bringing a spear out of the palace.

"I have many names. My people call me  K'uk'ulkan but those who fear me call me Namor," He spoke looking into Y/N's eyes. First the first time in a long time she felt seen by a person who liked her for being a princess or pitied her as a grieving sister. She noticed the wings on his feet and how they flutter subtly as he walked towards her.

"Do I have a reason to fear you?" Y/N asked standing face-to-face with the strange intruder. The moment his brown eyes met hers, the world seemed to stop.

"I do not believe so," Namor responded. Y/N smiled and held out her hand. He was enamored by her beauty. Even in the darkness, her features stood out. Her locs framed her face gently as the moon kissed her skin.

"K'uk'ulkan, it is. Where are you from?" Y/N was still weary of the stranger, but at least she had his name now. He smiled at her as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.  Y/N breath was caught at the gesture.

"A place tucked beneath the ocean where a man can never touch it," He took a seat in the sand while explaining and describing his home to her. He didn't know why he was talking so openly about Talokan to a stranger but there was something that was welcoming about her. Something that he had not expected of the surface world, but something that he welcomed.

"Sounds interesting," Y/N could only imagine an entire city underwater. It sounded remarkable and she was sure it was more impressive in person. She did wonder how he got through the security of Wakanda. She also could not decide if he was a threat or not. Perhaps, he was just a man.

"More interesting than a country that just revealed how technologically advanced it was a few years ago?" Y/N nudged Namor for his comment. He chuckled slightly. For a few moments, a comfortable silence fell over them. There is something Namor found peaceful about his surroundings. He had spent so much of his life in water and with hatred of the surface world, he never imagined he'd find peace on its shores.

" It is getting late, I must go. Will you be here tomorrow?" Y/N said once she finally realized how late it had gotten. Sneaking past the royal guards without alerting her mother would be a pain this time of night.

"Yes, but do not tell anyone of my time here," Namor helped Y/N off of the sand and kissed her hand once more. When his lips met her hand, his eyes looked directly into hers. Her face felt as if it was set on a flame. If she hadn't been so distracted by his face, she might have noticed how suspicious that sounded.

"Until then," Y/N spoke before ducking into the Wakandan brush, and Namor disappeared into the water.

-

"What has you giddy, my child?" Her mother asked as they walked to Shuri's lab. Y/N's eyes had widened, she hadn't realized that she had been acting 'giddy'.

"Maybe it is related to where she disappeared last night," Okoye offered with a smirk playing on her lips. Y/N craned her neck in disbelief that Okoye would out her unprompted.

"Why is this the first I am hearing of this?" Queen Ramonda asked while looking at her eldest daughter. There was no way possible that Y/N could even begin to lie to her mother, even with one pulling at her tongue.

"Is that Shuri I hear?" Y/N spoke before attempting to scurry off her sister's laboratory.

"Ah, I think you should tell me more about these late-night excursions," Her mother's tone signaled not to be played with and the quirked eyebrow suggested that Y/N should come up with something to say quickly.

"I occasionally go out for walks at night," It wasn't a lie but it was not why Y/N  was so happy this morning. It was a mystery how Namor got passed the Wakandan barriers but it was one Y/N had no interest in solving. In her mind, if he wanted to harm Wakanda, he would've killed her by now. If she were to tell her mother of his existence and how she spoke with him, it would cause an international incident.

"And is that it?" There is something about mothers who manage to know when their child is not being completely truthful. However, Y/N was lucky her mother did not question it any further.

"Yes, mama," Y/N responded nodding carefully.

[prettykittycastle]

Let Him Please

Summary: Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

(Content Warning: Doggystyle, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, cuckoldry)

Translations:

My precious - In preciosio

My love - In yakunaj

The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against Attuma's body was loud in the bedroom and the sound seemed to turn Namor on even more as he continued to slowly stroke his long dick, squeezing himself lightly at the tip to the sound of your muffled moans.

"How's it feel, in precioso," He asked, his voice deep and full of lust. "How's it feel?"

You let out another moan, wanting to respond to your husband's question, but the tip of Attuma's dick kept hitting that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as you felt another orgasm beginning to rock through you and you arched your back further, moaning louder into the bedsheets.

"In yakunaj, is he fucking you good?" Namor asked, slightly speeding up his strokes at the sight of your back arching harder and your ass cheeks bouncing back on Attuma. "Will you cum again for us?"

Gathering you strength, you lifted your head and replied back in a whimper, "Yes, K'uk'ulkan, I'm gonna cum again."

Hearing your words, Attuma tightened his already strong grip on your waist, before thrusting into you harder, making sure to keep his rhythm and continue hitting your spot.

"Oh my-" you began to scream, but another orgasm ripped through you before you could finish. "Fuck!" You screamed as your pussy clenched around Attuma's dick for at least the fifth time that night, squeezing and creaming on him. You could feel your legs beginning to shake from how intense it was and you knew that if this continued any longer, Attuma will be fucking you completely flat on the bed.

"Attuma-," you tried to speak as you felt him still fucking into you, your orgasm lasting longer because of it. "Please-"

"Please what, my beauty," Namor asked, standing up from his seat in the corner of the room and making his way to the side of the bed, still stroking himself. "You want it harder?"

"No," you quickly said, shaking your head, finding the strength to unclench one of your hands from the bedsheets and reach out to your husband.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took your hand and gently squeezed it, still stroking himself. He could see how much you were creaming on his general and the sight made his dick get harder and he began stroking himself faster.

"No more, baby," you whimpered, Attuma still fucking the air out of you.

"No more?" He questioned in fake surprise. "Attuma, have you had enough?"

Not stopping his thrusting, the large man silently shook his head and the king grinned deviously at his answer and looked down to where Attuma was fucking you. Despite your words, you were still bouncing back on Attuma's dick, hungrily.

Letting go of your hand, he lifted your face up from the bed to see a look of absolute fucked-out bliss on your face. A sight he knew he would never get tired of. A small grin appeared on his face as he told you, "You can go a little longer, my little whore."

"K'uk'ulkan-"

He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grin still in place. "I know you want Attuma to fuck you a little longer. Let him please his queen."

Not waiting for a response from you, he let go of your face and moved back on the bed till he was sitting up against the headboard, his hand never leaving his dick.

You were going to ask him to come back to you when you suddenly felt Attuma flip your body over and you found yourself laying on your back, looking up at the big blue man who, for the past hour and a half, has been fucking you into oblivion.

"Fuck her till she can't think," you heard Namor order Attuma, and like a good general, he followed his king's orders.

[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. 

[saturrnss]

Waves 🌊 (18+)

namor x brown/darkskin!black!reader

angst with happy ending

warnings: ANGST, insecurities, self hate, mentions of colorism, self-degradation (non-sexual), ground level self esteem, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, mentions to suicide, mentions of self harm, slight mentions of ed, mention of sex, corny writing

A/N: over the years I've started to hate myself more and more, wondering why don't I look like all the pretty white girls I see, the hate has turned into suicidal thoughts (not saying it's the only reason but still). I'm trying to get over it now but once in a while they appear again, and i'm trying to make myself feel better so here this is. (if you're struggling like me, please if you can get therapy or if you don't have anyone, talk to me in my dms :) (let's just pretend that there's wifi at the bottom of the ocean and i'm ass at writing so don't expect much outta me)

You hate yourself, like not a dislike you HATE yourself. Your hair, your face, your legs, your skin, everything about yourself. every time you show your face in public you feel like a burden, a mistake, making everyone's life a little bit harder. You once cut your hair off in a rage because maybe, just maybe, it would grow out straight.

(Your mother wasn’t too pleased with that)

ever since you were a child you weren't allowed to wear certain things because "only lightskins could wear that" and “they wouldn’t even see it on you” your mother used to tell you, when you were a teenager every boy rated you a 2/10, constant bullying or asked you out as a joke.

It’s not like your parents cared either, they were either too worried about themselves or busy yelling at you so they were never there for you

You started weight watching, straightened your hair, and started internalizing self hatred. It got so bad to a point where your hair was absolutely fried and it felt like you had to self harm every single day or you would kill yourself

ever since you were a child every spring and summer- not missing a day, you suck out to go to this beach near your house late at night

You felt like yourself there, free from the expectations of society-not one entity was near you except the ocean, the ocean never judged you, it always accepted you

for the entire time you just layed flat out on the sand, looking at the moon slowly disappear as it grew closer to morning- hearing the whoosh of the water next to you

subconsciously hoping-- even praying that one day, whatever god or goddess of the ocean maybe out there, would just let the waves take you out to sea, let your body be at one with the ocean for all eternity.

One night, in spring transitioning into summer, you were doing your daily routine, until you heard something unfamiliar in the ocean. You got up and saw something strange get out of the ocean. You quickly run and hide yourself (luckily your far enough from them that they didn't notice you) You see a man and a woman appear but one of them was- Blue?

she was wearing a weird contraption on her face that had some sort of-- liquid, on her face? you look and try to listen in on their conversation but they're too far away to hear, only mumbles. a couple minutes later you accidentally lay on piece of glass

“Ow fuck!”

The strange man and woman turn around to the noise

You quickly cover yourself with whatever is near you and try your absolute best to stay quiet.

"Ba'ax ka biin le je'elo? (what was that?)" the blue woman says as they both get up and stalk towards where you are. you hear flapping and something rising up into the air. you try to move your head to take a peak.

you get an eye up and to your surprise, you see the man up in the air, with wings on his feet. In a mix of shock and slight horror and fear that that could be possible, you were frozen. the man lowers himself back onto the ground ''Falsa alarma (false alarm)''

They walk away and submerge back into the ocean and that's when you get up and run as fast as you can back to your house. you didn't go back there for 2 days after that.

A year or 2 later you were driving home from a therapy session, you're life and mental state were still shit (as usual) but you were sadder than usual, no-one cared about you, you barley had any friends and you went no contact with your family. you were alone, no-one had your back and no-one wanted to. so you finally decided to do it, to end it all.

you drive to the place where you always went to, taking in everything and everywhere before your end. you finally get to the beach, you get out of your car and sit down to meditate, coming to terms with the fact that the world moved fast, and you moved slow.

finally coming to peace with your decision, you take off your shoes and sweater, and finally walk into the ocean with your eyes closed.

you swim deeper from the surface so you won't easily get out. You could hold your breath for 2 minutes so it wasn't really that hard, but then you started to struggle, you stop yourself from swimming up, reassuring yourself that it's the right decision.

After another minute of struggle your body finally gave up and passed out. You woke up a day later in a room, you were scared to open your eyes because maybe you were in hell?? What if there wasn't anything at all?!?

You were having a mini panic session until your heard footsteps, who opened your eyes to see who was there and it was the flying man you saw on the beach.

An overwhelming feeling of relief flew over you, this wasn't the afterlife you expected but at least there was something after. "Hi" he says with a soft smile on his face. "Where am I?" You say as you sit up.

“The more important question is are you ok” he comes over and puts the back of his hand on your forehead. “You threw up on yourself when we were saving you so they put you in new clothes.” You looked down on yourself and noticed the beautiful gown they put on you.

“This might be weird question but is the is heaven?” He softly chucked, “I appreciate the compliment but your still on earth” he gives you a bowl of water

you look up at him to thank him only to get locked in his gaze, his eyes were like a forever forest you couldn’t get out of, you noticed everything about him, and everything about him to you was perfect.

You were so sucked in that you didn’t even notice that he was lost in your eyes too. He forced himself to snap out of it cause he was kind of in denial.

Okay maybe he took a bias to you when he saw unconscious and that’s why he sent everyone away but there’s absolutely no way he would fall In love with a surface dweller, after 200 years??? No.

“So, how did you end up in the ocean?” He asks, trying to detract from the last moment “someone try to murder you or was it an accident?” “Um..” you start to tell him the truth, but you decide against it. “A freak accident….I-i don’t really remember much”

It was really weird at first, not being able to go outside because you'll drown, but overtime you two quickly grew closer, you told him things about the surface world -he didn’t really like the surface world much but he didn’t say-

You got your phone repaired and somehow still got wi fi so you could show him all your favorite songs and dance with him to it, showed him your favorite memes too (he really didn’t get the memes or what made them funny but he saw you laughing so he laughed too)

late at night while you were about to go to sleep, he told you the stories his mom told him, band about once he came across this white man with a vibranium shield who was frozen, he poked it with his spear but just left it alone because he didn’t want to let a white man into talokan

You met that blue lady with the weird mask, her names actually namora and she’s his cousin. You were both kind of shy and awkward around each other but sooner or later you both became good friends

You started to open up to ku, about everything that happened in your past, your self harming, and then finally the real reason he found you. That was the first time you ever saw him shed a tear that day, then everyday since then he made time out for you and listened to what you had to say

Comforting you and consoling you, you started to get better little by little

You were slowly but surely falling in love with him but you didn’t say anything about it because you didn’t want to make it uncomfortable between the two of you

One night, when he finally took you back to the surface world for the first Time in a long time, your car was no where to be seen but you didn’t care, all you cared about was ku and you were just glad that he was here.

You were both sitting on the sand, looking at the sky, he put your hand on top of yours and you turned you head yo smile at him, that’s when he finally kissed you. It felt like time had stoped and the only thing moving was the both of you, his lips felt like a cloud

the fact that he reciprocated the feelings you had for him made you ecstatic— but most importantly It was the first time you felt like someone was actually, there for you

Like someone had actually loved you, for you, didn’t care what you looked like

When your lips separated you quickly got back into it, leading to a make-out session and then it eventually but inevitably leading to sex and trust and believe that it was the most wonderful sexual encounter you’ve ever had.

you still self harmed, out of habit mostly- on different parts of the leg so no one would notice, especially k’uk’ulkan, you didn't wanna lose him and you thought if he found out about this he would leave you and kick you out of talokan for sure, or even worse. he occasionally asked questions about why you wear long sleeves even though it could be burning up so you stopped for a while. He was the love of your life and everything seemed to be going perfect for you

Until.

an hour ago- you felt like you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone, and all of a sudden all those negative feelings you had all in your childhood and teenage years just hit you like a tornado.

In reality it wasn’t that big of a deal to everyone else but to your inner child, it was

After having a 10 minute long panic attack You made the impulsive decision to end it all. "everyone would be okay if you were gone, no one would care" "you should have killed yourself 3 years ago" your mind told you.

you took the sharpest object you could find and went to your room, "you can do it" "do one good thing for once" you told yourself, jumping and doing any and everything you can to hype yourself up, and you finally do it. you slit your wrist. You immediately regret it, trying to find everything you can to stop the blood but your losing quickly.

you fall down on the floor pretty hard. clinging onto your last breaths before you go you hear something. "Y/N?!?" It was ku. you finally pass out

you slowly open your eyes to see a blue woman standing over you checking your temperature. "Táan despiertos! (they're awake!)" she tells namor as she walks away to get something. Ku quickly goes over to you and kisses you all over.

"What happened?!? Are you ok?!” He says. “I’m fine” you say trying to smile so he doesn’t question you. “I was just trying to cut some food” you don’t make eye contact with him and you look sad

He doesn’t believe it for a second.

“Y/n the last you said something like this was accidental you ended up trying to kill yourself”

You just stayed silent, looking at the ground getting teary eyed. “You should have just told you weren’t happy here!” he says with a slight shake in his voice. “Did I do anything wrong?!”

You say nothing.

“Y/n look at me” he says but you still don’t fearing the worst if you do. “Look. At. Me.” He says with a stern voice, you finally look up at him.

“Do you hate me?” You say with tears streaming down your face. “Hate you? In what way would I hate you? Why would I hate you?” He gets closer to you. “It’s because…” you take a deep breath “all my life, everyone’s always hated me, in one way or another, I’ve never mattered to anyone, I was just the nuisance, the mistake, It feels like I’m just a monster, one of the universes failed experiments.”

“Nobody would care if I was gone ku, not even you.” You just sit in silence for a while, him gathering himself and you, continuing to hang your head in shame. He then cups your face and looks deep into your eyes. “Y/n I have loved you ever since I layed my eyes on you. laugh, smile, hair, personality, everything about you. You are the most beautiful person I have ever layed. The people of talokan love you, I love you” he puts his forehead on yours “and if I could burn the surface world twice for me to prove that to you, I would.”

You then realized that this man really loves you, and you loved him back. The woman came back into the room, walking in on you and him. “Ka wu'uyik in ajawo'! Chéen - (I’m sorry my king! I just-)”

“Ma' a preocupes in waal (don’t worry my child)" he kisses you and steps out of the room to attend to his other duties.

Life from then on went on pretty swell, you restarted therapy, ku ordered attuma to take you once every week, (you lended him your clothes to him so he could disguise himself) you learned a little bit of the language, he’s very overprotective of you because he doesn’t want to lose you

At night, he kisses every little scar on your body, you stopped self harming, learned to pick up different hobbies instead of hurting yourself to relive stress, to not rely on anyone for your happiness and to avoid toxic behaviors. Your life is actually going good for once

You were happy.

You finally felt something again.

Ok I’m done, back to fun stuff now

wattpad: saturnshaze

[dreamlandcreations]

Neverland AU

Captain James "Hook"!Bucky x Tigerlily!Reader x "Crocodile"!Namor

• moodboards masterlist •

[chaneajoyyy]

Y’all writing Namor fanfiction?

[tchallasbabymama]

Please tag me in the Namor x black!reader/OC fics that I know y’all are furiously writing…

[inklore]

that first gif. ceo!namor asking you what you think about his outfit for the night's event. you're still in his bed, all drowsy and smitten as you shower him with compliment after compliment because obviously he looks like sex on legs no matter what he does and. apparently praises get him going enough to risk being late <3

pairing: ceo!namor x (f)reader

word count: 590

warnings: eighteen+ content, fluff but make it sexy, teasing, the smut is insinuated.

note: was trying to think of a coherent thing to say but all i have are soft and dirty thoughts, i apologize for nothing!!

You watch him run a smooth hand through his hair, pushing down any strays that have moved out of their place. His gaze transfixed on his own reflection in the floor length mirror. You’ve lost count of the minutes that have ticked by with him fussing over himself.

The handful of compliments and praises you’ve already given him only seem to prolong his staring.

“Maybe I should go tonight.” You tease, grin at the softening of his hardened expression when he meets your eyes through the mirror. You both know you hate these kinds of events, and you’re already happily comfy between the sheets to put on some tight dress and fake pleasantries for a whole night. “Don’t know if I can trust the office girls to keep their hands to themselves,” you let your eyes drag down the open collar of his dress shirt to the tightness of his pants around his thick thighs, and back up again as he turns to face you. A dreamy sigh falling exaggeratingly from your lips, ”I can hear them now ‘Oh my god, Namor, you look so good, oh Namor your wife’s not here? oh how sad. Let me go get you another drink, Namor, anything for you, Namor!’” You mock.

His laugh warms your chest, his fingers buttoning the front of his suit jacket as he strides over to you. “Those poor girls. If only they knew.”

“Knew what? How you look even more devastatingly good under the suit as well? The whole package,” your eyes home in on his crotch, giving him a playful look. “And then some.”

The grin on his face stays amused and sweet until he’s leaning down, taking your chin between his fingers, hovering just above your mouth. “If only they knew the only thoughts getting me through the night are returning back home to you,” his hand slides under the covers, running up your inner thigh slowly. Your legs open almost as if on command for him, just from a simple touch. A small gasp lying dormant in your throat when he skates past your underwear to hook a finger in the waistband and lets it snap against your skin. “Naked in this bed, ready for my return.”

His lips press to yours, the kiss not lasting nearly enough for your now needy insides.

When he tries to lean back up you stop him with looping your arms around his neck, “or I could be naked for you right now, and you can show me what else you look good doing in this suit.”

“And be late?” He smirks, but makes no move to remove himself from your hold. “That’s not setting a good example for the investors.”

“You’re charming and look like you belong on a magazine cover, the words coming out of your mouth don’t matter to them. You’ve already won them over by looking like this!”

His chuckle vibrates against your lips as he leans in for another kiss, “I could be convinced then.” His tongue runs along your lower lip as he pushes himself further on the bed, and on top of you. “Keep complimenting me–I’m charming, I’m sexy, what else?”

“Sweet talking you out of your suit now am I?”

“I’m keeping it on remember.” He slots a knee between your open thighs. His hands running down your body—thumb brushing your nipple through your camisole. Your breath hitching against his lips when he pushes your hip up to grind against his knee. “Show me how much you like the suit.”

[seshatsdomain]

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

[c-nstantine]

The Feathered Serpent and the Panther’s Daughter

Princess Y/N of Wakanda meets a man from the depths of the oceans. Will something blossom?

A Trust Worthy Intruder

[asgardianthembo]

MY COUSIN IS AT IT AGAIN. SHE THIRSTY FOR NAMOR AND SHE AIN'T SEEN WAKANDA FOREVER (I HAVEN'T SEEN IT EITHER BUT I'M WORKING ON GETTING THEM TICKETS SO I CAN SURPRISE HER ON HER BIRTHDAY).

MA'AM AT LEAST FOCUS ON BUCKY AND MARC FIRST

[darkmemesworld]

Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

[itaintenough]

He had no business looking this hot from the back 😮‍💨

creds to @unicornspwnall

[yourmybluebanisters]

he had me twirling my hair and shit in the movie theater