#wakanda forever x reader

[vneuns]

Can you imagine early mornings with Shuri? Waking her up with kisses and making breakfast for her while she sits and watches you

This is literally just me confessing my love for tita, i also went a little left with the request but same concept 🫶🏾

The sounds of people talking outside your window was the only thing you could hear so early in the morning. Your eyes blinked tiredly as you woke into consciousness and became aware of your surroundings. It was completely pitch black dark aside from the little bit of sunlight peeking through a sliver in between the curtains, and your girlfriend laid up against your front. A scarf tied on her head with an oversized white frankenstine’s wife sweatshirt adorning the rest of the sleeping beauty.

You couldn’t imagine being anywhere other than tangled up in bed with the love of your life. Leaning close you placed small kisses trailing up from her shoulder right up her neck and under her jaw. “Well isn’t this a surprise.”

Her voice rasps as she turns slightly towards you giving you access to her lips which you accepted happily. “I missed you,” You confused, pulling away from your girlfriend with your eyes still focused on her lips.

“Miss me, when? We went to bed together.” Your eyes filtered up to her eyes where your heart felt like it was going to explode with how much you loved her.

She was absolutely breathtaking, and too kind for her own good, but her laugh was mesmerizing and everything about her made you want to just sit and stare at her forever.

“Marry me.” Shuri’s eyebrows jumped up towards her forehead in surprise at the big question you had just dropped. You could tell by the look on her face she wanted to laugh because there was no way in hell you were actually being serious, but she caught herself when she truly looked at you and found only fondness in your eyes. “Y/n.. this is a really big thing you know tha-”

“It doesn’t have to be legalized with some papers by an old white man, shit there doesn’t even have to be rings. But I want you to know that this is how much I love you. That I'm in this forever, princess.” Shuri’s eyes began to water slightly as she quickly wiped them away knowing if she let them fall they’d never stop. “Ngunaphakade?” (Forever?)

“Ngunaphakade.” you whispered, taking her hand and placing a kiss atop her knuckles. A moment of silence went by the two of you looking at each other with nothing other than love. Until Shuri nods. And it’s as if time stops. Instantly your lips are on hers while your hands go to either side of her face.

After a lot of kissing and a bit of feeling over the clothes, Shuri pulls back her eyes flitting between your eyes and lips. “Well don’t be rude, make your fiance a breakfast fit for the queen.” You chuckle leaning in for one more kiss before pulling back and getting out of your shared bed.

“As you wish, my love.”

You stood at the stove watching the pancakes and waiting to flip them patiently. They were Shuri’s favorite food from America and the only thing she’d eat when you first began dating, that was until you introduced her to Pizza, then that became her favorite.

Standing at the stove you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you’re engaged to the love of your life, and how marriage hadn’t been a big thought in your mind until you woke up and had decided this was how you wanted to wake up every day.

Arms wrapped around your waist freeing you of your thoughts. “I have missed your pancakes,” Shuri admitted into your back as her hands rubbed up and down your sides. “I’ll make them everyday for you then.”

“No no no, not everyday. Only sometimes.”

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Namora, Shuri, and Namor NSFW headcanons

breaking my no nsfw rule cause i wanted to write for Namora,, love her so much 😍😍

This was originally supposed to be a post only for Namora but I decided to add Namor and Shuri cause their tags are getting dry as well.

Reblog for pt two!!

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, dom! Namora, sub! reader, stress fucking, use of mistress, switch! Shuri, switch! reader, uses of daddy and mommy, punishments (but like the fun sexy kind) overstimulation, slapping/spanking, switch! Namor, switch! reader, public/semi-public, breeding, spit, group sex, cock worship, degradation, not proofread, aftercare included in all!

Namora

-first of all, Namora is a commanding and dominate woman, that doesn't change in bed

-However, I can see her being into more vanilla, sweet sex than anything else

-She spends her days as Talokans most celebrated warrior, commanding her army so when she gets home she just wants to relax with you

-Loves rubbing your thighs, your curves, ect as she leaves kisses across your body and loves it when you do the same for her

-MASSAGES MASSAGES

-Likes being called ‘Mommy’ and ‘Mistress’, but loves being called by her name

-She loves hearing you moan out her name

-Suck on her tits, look up at her and whine out ‘Mommy…’ and she’ll do whatever you want

-She’s always very gentle with you except for whenever she’s stressed

-She never degrades you, but gets a little bit rougher with her love making

-She’ll throw you onto the bed, place a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet as she relives her stress using you

-An absolute goddess at aftercare

-She massages anything that might be sore, gets you food, and insists that you get some rest

-The best warrior and lover <33

Shuri

-She’s an eater ohhh my god

-She loves to spend hours between your legs, she gets pleasure from it

-She also loves to sit on your face

-Has a thing for quickes, she’s busy with her lab work and responsibilities but wants to be around you and cherish you like you deserve

-When you finally get a bunch of time alone, she can go for hours

-She loves overstimulating you

-Is very playful and competitive in bed, makes you fight for dominance

-“You’re so cute struggling like that, baby. Go on, keep it up.” She teases as she effortlessly pins you down

-AHHW SUDBD NEED HER SO BAD

-sorry bout that

-She loves being called daddy, Princess, anything that makes her feel powerful

-She’s a brat tamer, doesn’t take any shit from you

-Whenever you’re acting up she places a hand on your shoulder before commanding you to behave

-Now… her as a sub

-She’s a brat and a powerbottom

-loves punishments so she keeps on acting out to see you pissed off

-“Look at you, you’re all riled up. Does my behavior piss you off that much? Hm?”

-loves it when you slap or spank her to shut her up

-She can be a sweet service submissive sometimes, you just have to break her in enough

-She’s mommy and daddy <333

-Aftercare with her consists of cuddling, pillow talk, and a nap

-After the nap you two will head to her lab for some more time together, or you two will watch a movie

-The queen of Wakanda and taking care of her partner <33

Namor

-look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t like to be worshipped

-It inflates his ego so much to see you on your knees as your worship his cock and beg for him to pay attention to you

-thinks you look so pathetic like that and he loves it

-Like Shuri, he’s also a brat tamer, though he’s a little bit more harsh with his punishments

-won’t stop until you’re crying and apologies are spewing out of your mouth

-He has both a degrading and praise kink, he'll spit in your mouth and make you slut yourself out one moment and the call you his beautiful queen the next

-Also loves it when you degrade or praise him, make him kneel for you and beg

-Cup his cheek and call him a good boy and he'll melt into your touch

-If you were comfortable with it, he would love to have an orgy or have group sex one time

-idk if cucking is the right word for this? But he would have a thing for watching others fuck you or having you watch as he fucks others

-(if you were up to it, of course. He’s perfectly content with just you. After all, why did he make you queen if you didn’t fulfill his every need?)

-It makes him crazy possessive and he’s addicted to the feeling, you don’t mind because it means you get your brains fucked out by him afterwards

-likes to have sex on his throne, it’s up to you if there is an audience

-BREEDER. Cums inside you every time and only inside you just so he can knock you up

-He wants to have a family with you, he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman ever with the most fertile body

-He’s also extremely possessive as I said, so he would want to make everyone know your his and he’s yours by getting you pregnant

-Speaking of claiming, he gives you tons of hickeys and love bites and expects you to give him some too

-He is SO VOCAL!! Either moans like a little bitch or is grunting in your ear muttering praises

-100% serious during the act, only the occasional chuckles when he sees you squirm

-He likes it when you sit on his face

-He’s a freak (affectionate)

-Has to learn how to give better aftercare

-He does love you, and he does take care of you after lovemaking, but he’s rough which leaves you sore and sometimes leaves marks

-He’ll cuddle you, clean you up, and command his servants to get some food so he can hand feed you, but he doesn’t tend to any physical things he may have caused

-He isn’t used to how fragile surface dwellers are!! -He’ll notice sooner or later, and he feels horrible for not properly taking care of you from the beginning

-“My king it’s fine, you don’t hurt me!”

-“What husband am I if I don’t take care of you? It doesn’t matter, I will tend to you no matter what.”

-I love him

-Will massage every cramp, kiss every hickey or lovebite, and rub your ass after a harsh spanking

-He is able to take care of any other injuries, but very rarely does he actually injure you, you two have a safeword system for when you need to tell him to calm down

-He loves it when you pet his hair and pepper his face in kisses, he’ll fall asleep instantly

-He’s a god in bed.

[psychedelic-ink]

love, or the lack of

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut, romance

word count: 1.5k

summary: After your random meet, Namor visits you almost everyday. When you finally ask to see his home, he tells you he'll allow it on only one condition: after seeing Talokan, you can't ever leave again.

warnings: mild spoilers for black panther: wakanda forever, piv, fingering, mild dirty talking, creampie, breeding kink, possesive!namor

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

The first time you see him, you’re throwing rocks into the water. 

You aren’t trying to make them skip or anything, you’re just frustrated and seeing how the water ripples soothes you in an odd way. You’re frustrated, angry, and lonely. Traits that drag him out of water and to you. Your first instinct, of course, is to direct your rocks at him. After all, a man coming out of water half naked could never be a good sign. But when he floats, two pairs of wings attached to his ankles, you stop your assault and listen. 

The first thing you notice is the softness of his eyes, but you see the anger and hostility he has towards the surface world, and indirectly, to you. 

Namor visits you often after that. 

Most nights are silent, he doesn’t say much other than ask you about your day. You tell him, then ask him about his city, he never says much. He mutters a lot, and avoids eye contact. In many ways he acts similarly to a wounded animal. You’re aware that he’s a powerful man, a king– no, a god– to his people, maybe you should be more afraid, but oddly enough you’re not. Sometimes he touches you. Touches filled with curiosity as they rake across your body, soft moans part your lips, he cups your breasts then remarks how warm and tender they feel. He always stops at your thighs, his hands not daring to touch the spot that aches the most. 

Then one day you break the cycle, you ask him a different question. 

“Would you ever consider showing me your home?” 

Every muscle surrounding his body grows taut at the question, he straightens himself, eyes fixated on the horizon. In all honesty, you weren’t expecting an answer when you asked. You half expected him to brush it off. His change of demenour surprises you. You pull your knees close to your chest, sand moves around you, the warmth of it subsiding with the setting sun. 

“If I take you there you can’t ever return,” he says, his voice low, dangerous. 

“Does that mean you’ll kill me?” 

“No–” he shakes his head, and finally allows his eyes to wander over your features. His eyebrows raise at your unpleasant question. “No, of course I won’t kill you. I just…I can’t allow a human to come back here, risking everything I’ve tried so hard to protect,” 

“You don’t trust me?” 

“I don’t trust any human,” 

Neither do I, you think, but sadly that doesn’t change the fact that you’re human too. You look back towards the bright city, the sound pollution reaches your ears, the yellow lights bright up the fog. Then you turn back, stare at the sea that has been bathed in orange sunlight. You turn to the man next to you, his eyes still in search of something he hopes to find on your face. Namor’s gaze drops to your lips, he swallows, and lifts his eyes back up to meet yours. 

“Take me with you.” 

“You won’t ever see the surface world again,” his voice is softer now, his body relaxing, he adds. “Well, you can visit with me by your side, but you won’t ever live here. Do you understand what I am saying? You will be underwater, forever.” 

“But I would be with you.” you smile, you softly touch his bicep. “Take me, Namor. I want to see you home.” 

You can breathe, yet you still feel the pressure of water. It surrounds you, circling around the only space that holds the oxygen you can breathe. It’s a beautiful place, it smells of sea salt. The guards that stand close by give you odd looks, Namor holds your hand and squeezes, affirming you that this is where you belong – not that you have much of a choice now that you’re here. 

“I will take you to see Talokan tomorrow,” 

Still feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you don’t argue. He takes you to his bedroom, the bed looks soft and luscious, he pushes you down, crawling between your legs. You hold your breath. His lips inch closer and closer, your heart beats madly in your chest. He drags his lips across your jawline, they’re wet and warm against your skin. Then he licks the seam of your lips, with a sigh, you part your lips, allowing him to taste you for the first time. 

Namor kisses you softly. His tongue languidly moving alongside yours as he presses himself further between your legs, you feel the length of his cock from underneath the thin fabric of his shorts, he grinds his hips and you break away from the kiss with a gasp. Grinning into your skin, Namor finds refuge in your neck, kissing and sucking your sensitive skin. 

“You’re so responsive to me,” he mutters, his warm breath breaking across your skin. “I love that about you. Ever since we first met, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you raw and open,” 

“You wanted me since the beginning?” 

Namor chuckles, tearing away the fabric of your shirt with ease, his tongue moves along the curve of your breasts. 

“Why do you sound so surprised? I think I made it obvious that I wanted you,” 

“Then why didn’t you just say something?” 

“I’ve touched you on multiple occasions,” 

He draws one of your stiff nipples into his mouth, his tongue goes in circles, teeth gently nipping around it. A shudder crawls up your spine, a moan ripping from your throat, when you speak again each word comes in between heavy pants. 

“I thought you were just curious,” 

He groans, teeth coming down harder around your nipple. Pain blossoms, forcing your back to arch off of the bed. Your eyes drop down to where he is, he’s already looking at you, eyes dark. 

“Do you allow anyone to touch you just because they’re curious?” 

Before you can utter an answer, his lips move away, a string of saliva following his kiss-swollen lips. Two thick fingers push between your folds, tracing around your entrance before sliding them both in. The air is caught in your lungs, fingers clawing at the sheets as he pushes them knuckle deep. Namor sucks in a sharp breath as he scissors his fingers, he cranes his neck, eyes flickering to yours. 

“How are you already this wet?” he groans, tongue wetting his lips. “Just watching you quivering like this makes me want to fuck you for days,” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you challenge him, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “I believe we have time for that,” 

You see his smile, it’s laced with amusement, the gesture alone makes your heart skip a beat. Namor is all over you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as he cups both your tits and squeezes them hard. You let out a moan, legs parting further for his broad frame. He buries himself deep inside you, stretching you to the point tears sting your eyes. It’s a beautiful feeling. A feeling you’ve craved for as long as you’ve known him. His movements are fast, hard, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs. Your eyes roll back, pleasure laving across your skin as he rams his cock deeper and deeper. 

Namor notices you biting back your moans, when your hand covers your lips, he growls, pulling it away. Where he holds you stings. 

“Don’t silence yourself,” he commands. “You’re free to make as much noise as you please. No one can judge you here,” 

Looking into his eyes, he fucks himself into you especially hard and your moan echoes, loud and lasting. He smiles at that, and pushes your legs towards your chest, as much as your body gives. His thrusts become frantic, rutting into you like a man unhinged. You scream his name, limbs shaking from the force of his hips. You gush around him again and again, slick staining the sheets. Pleasure bursts white behind your eyelids, he kisses you when you begin to cry for him. It soothes you, he licks the inside of your mouth and pulls away. 

“I’m going to cum inside,” he rasps. “Fill you up full of my seed,” 

“Fuck– Yes, please–” 

“You want me deep, don’t you my sweet girl– You’re doing so good for me,” 

“P-Please–” you sob, arms desperately wrapping around his neck. “Need you my king– my god–”

Namor spills into you with a groan and a stutter of his hips, he continues to fuck his cum into you as his lips find the curve of your breasts. Your body shakes at the feeling, eyes dazed and mouth slacked, you feel him spilling around the edges of his cock. Your muscles go lax, your arms fall and your legs twitch in protest. Namor slowly pulls out of you, gently laying your legs on to the bed, he massages them, looking at you apologetically. 

“Are you alright, my love?” 

My love, you like the sound of that. 

“I’m perfect,” you answer, voice hoarse. “Just a bit tired,” 

Namor lays down next to you, pulling you flush against his chest. You inhale his scent, he smells of saltwater and something sweet, you’re not sure what it is. His lips touch your forehead, and you find yourself slowly shifting into darkness, your eyelids growing heavy. 

When you wake up the next day, you’re still in his arms. 

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Namor

Request: Yes or No

Forgive my spanish, I can only speak it and read it but writing it is a bitch.

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Weaving the thread through the perfectly shaped hole, you tied a knot at the base as you listened to the waves roll. The warm water lapped at your soaked legs, inching further into land with each wave. It wouldn't be long before the water reached your waist and you'd have to move.

Despite the peaceful, calming atmosphere, you couldn't shake the familiar feeling of eyes on you. Every time you visited the beach, it'd only take a couple minutes before he arrived. He never outright approached you, only watched from afar. Of course, the first time had left you unnerved as you never no stranger to the tales your mother often told you. And yet, he never bothered you, never made an attempt to hurt you.

"¿Quieres uno?" You called out, remaining focused on the necklace until the sound of water sloshing around reached your ears. It stopped and you looked up, taking in the man infront of you. He looked... oddly human.

Lifting your hand, you offered offered the necklace. "Tómalo. Es gratis."

Looking rather perplexed, he reached out, letting a finger drag over the thread before taking it. He let the seashell rest on the palm of his hand and studied it for a moment before looking back at you.

"(Y/N)."

"Kukulkán." His voice was unexpectedly warm and smooth.

"Encantado." You smiled, planting your feet into the sand and standing up, the water splashing at your ankles. His lips pulled into a small grin and his fingers wrapped around the seashell.

"Níib óolal." He murmured and you found yourself wishing you'd paid attention to your mothers teachings. But his eyes only twinkled with mischievous. Despite everything about him screaming power, he appeared boyish and playful.

And for a moment, you wondered if speaking to the mysterious stranger from the ocean who was said to be a god had been a good idea.

Gifs aren't mine.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I have a namor x reader idea, hear me out.

Reader is the child of a descendant of Namors people who was captured and placed in slavery many generations ago, the readers parents still believe in the gods of that time and of Talokan even though they lost all their powers and look like the average human. They pray for their child to be born strong and return to their true people, so the reader is born similar to Namor, with the sharp ears and the wings on their ankles.

But the reader doesn't have a happy childhood and is taken from their family by force and given to the government who wish to control mutants. During their childhood they were heavily mistreated and at some point their wings were cut off because they were "evil" or "devilish". Reader learns to fly without their wings, but the pain is constant. They end up being a mutant hitman or similar and Wakanda asks for their help in defeating Namor.

Wakanda and the reader doesn't know their true heritage and they just believe the reader can breathe underwater, can fly and has superhuman strengt and speed and might even be able to control water.

Reader ends up fighting Namor one on one, maybe they are shaken seeing his wings and powers and how similar they are, or maybe the warriors of Talokan recognize the readers powers.

I haven't decided what happens after but I really like this concept, what do y'all think? I of course want it to end with Namor x reader.

I'm honestly tempted to make this a multi chapter thing, if I did what do you guys think I should name the series?

[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

[xblackreader]

Best Supporting Actress Angela Bassett 💜

[artaxerxesthegreat]

I FINALLY KNOW K’UK’ULKAN’S NAME!!!!!!!

ITS CH’AH TOH ALMEHEN!!!!!!!

[vneuns]

a shuri x reader where it's basically how riri and shuri meet but shuri is more flirty and ready is a bit shy 😩

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

PAIRING — Shuri x reader

WORD COUNT — you know as much as i do

WARNINGS — takes place during Wakanda Forever

AUTHOR’S NOTE(S) — I wrote this faster than I’ve written in a while so i’m really excited to be back into writing in all honesty. as always feedback is encouraged and enjoyed and I don’t mind starting a taglist if anyone’s interested

A knock sounds on your dorm room signaling you had a guest, with a groan you pushed up off your bed unlocking your phone and immediately going to check your emails to see if one of your clients had told you they’d meet at your dorm. To which you realized was weird and uncommon since you never met anyone at your dorm. “Who is it?”

“I wanna buy somethin from you,” The voice on the other side replies and without another thought you opened your door still looking through your emails for anything that would tell you who this mystery person is.

“Yo, I don’t meet at my dorm nor am I selling anything that-” Your voice trailed off as you made eye contact with the Princess of Wakanda. Your eyes widened, almost rolling out of their sockets at the goddesses in front of you.

“Well are you going to let me in, or are you going to stare at me like some eye candy?” Her honey smooth voice broke you out of your chance.

Stepping back and widening the door allowed the woman to walk into your dorm immediately, closing the door after her, once you did a sweep down the hall making sure no one saw her.

“Umm.. Princess, what are you doing here?” Shuri’s eyes scanned the room and suddenly you became claustrophobic and extremely aware of how messy the room was. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” and especially not a PRINCESS.

Shuri’s eyes meet yours and she gives you a soft smile and shakes her head. “I’m not judging you.. I’m just taking in the college dorm life.”

Her hand goes to the back of her neck as if she’s nervous and it’s not completely weird that she’s standing in your dorm of all places rather than doing her princess duties in Wakanda. “So, Princess, may I ask what’s brought you to my humble abode?” You questioned softly. “I mean I’m honored, it’s not everyday the beautiful Princess of the most powerful country in the world-.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” She cuts you off tilting her head slightly with a quizzed look on her face. Out of all things she’s stuck on your compliment of her stunning appearance? Her facial structure is so sharp, her eyes are welcoming and remind you of something cozy, and her lips? Her lips are perfect and go just right with the rest of her face.

You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel against your own, or perhaps on your nec- “Y/n?”Shaken out of your day dream, you look at Shuri who’s happened to get closer in the small amount of time you spent daydreaming about her and her lips.

“Of course, who doesn’t?” Your voice is tip toeing the line of damn near non existence as her hand reaches up to one of your stray braids behind your ear like the other on the other side of your head.

“Nevermind. You're the one who built the Vibranium radar, correct?” The princess takes a step back and immediately you long for her body heat, and her musk of smell such as metals, and unidentifiable liquids.

“Yeah, I built it for a dumb school project,”

“School project?”

“My professor said I couldn’t do it, deemed it impossible even, but I proved him wrong and received an A in my efforts.”

“Well that A and need to challenge your Professor has gotten Wakanda into some trouble.”’ Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion as you move to take a seat on your bed. How did your tin- well not so tiny stupid project get an entire Country in trouble.

Shuri sensing your destress sit next to on the bed and puts her hand overtop yours on your thigh. “Hey..” Her head dips down a bit to make eye contact with you. “We’re gonna help you through this, you just have to trust me.” Your eyes connect with hers and can tell she truly means it. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Dad! Namor

Warnings: AFAB! reader, established relationship, protective! Namor, fluff, not proofread

will it show up in tags if i reupload?

Dad! Namor who is the one to tend to your baby when they wake you up by crying in the deep night. He places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to lay back down, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "I will tend to them, love. You will rest."

Dad! Namor who can't get enough of your child, he cradles them to his chest and looks down at them with pure love in his eyes.

Dad! Namor who smiles when they wrap their tiny hand around his index finger

Dad! Namor who is more of a worry wart then he'll admit, but you notice how panic washes over his face for a second when he hears your baby crying.

Dad! Namor who holds his baby to his face, making exaggerated faces and chuckling when he hears them giggle

Dad! Namor who spoils both you and your child, gifting you the finest jewels and sea shells

Dad! Namor who gets emotional when they take their first steps, he'll miss them being so small

Dad! Namor who affectionately calls your child 'my little prince(ess)'

Dad! Namor who trains them how to use their powers they inherited from him the moment they are old enough. He'll ensure that Talokan will be safe and well-taken care of by his child when his reign ends.

Dad! Namor who calms your child whenever they throw tantrums, kneeling down to their height and firmly asks them what's the matter. He doesn't shame them, nor does he punish, he communicates.

Dad! Namor who likes to recite the same stories that his mother told him

Dad! Namor who doesn't allow you or your child to visit the surface, he will keep you safe in Talokan until the day of your child's rule comes

Dad! Namor who paints a new mural for every stage of their life

Dad! Namor who protects his family with his life, showing his ruthlessness to anyone who dares harm or disrespect you

Dad! Namor who is settling in to his new titles, god, king, husband, and now father.

Dad! Namor who turns to you and whispers "Can we have another?" as you watch your child play

Dad! Namor who is forever thankful for you

[psychedelic-ink]

Hi Sil! Requesting prompt #111 for Namor, please? Thank you so much!

Your work is absolutely amazing and I love that you write for a variety of characters and they still have their distinctive personalities and- yeah I love them all 💕

this is so sweet of you to say, thank you so much!! I always feel like people get slightly put off that I write for different fandoms (the main ones being pedro and marvel) but I'm so happy to hear that's not quite the case!! 💕💕💕

prompt list: #111 “are these handcuffs”

tighten up

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 615

summary: Namor finds your handcuffs.

warnings: friends to lovers...kind of, edging, use of handcuffs, fingering

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

“Are these handcuffs?”

The question is a sudden one and it instantly makes you want to bury your head into the floor. You’d asked Namor to get the book that was in your bed-table drawer, you thought he might enjoy reading it since paper and water didn’t mix quite well in Talokan. Sadly, you’d forgotten the handcuffs you sometimes used whenever you found someone suitable was nestled in the drawer alongside the book.

Namor holds it in his hand with a raised eyebrow. You’re speechless, only managing to open and close your mouth very similar to a fish. A look he is probably familiar with. His gaze lifts away from the handcuffs and settles on your face.

“Are you in danger?”

“Uh…N-No!” you clear your throat and quickly make your way towards him. “I-It’s just something I sometimes use,”

“For what?”

“For…For…night time activity stuff,”

“Night time activity?”

Oh god, you’re about to straight up faint for embarrassment. Your cheeks are heated, you don’t really mind talking about sex, and you’ve talked about it with Namor before, but it was normally bad experiences or funny things that happened during. The fact that you now need to explain to him the handcuffs usage was making your head spin. Namor doesn’t budge, he continues to stare into your soul, half of his gaze confused, half of it curious. Finally you slam your palm against your face.

“Sex, I use them for sex,”

Your entire body is burning.

“Sex?” you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s interesting,”

“Please don’t make fun of me,” “I’m not, I promise,” he chuckles, suddenly you feel his finger touching your wrist, urging you to remove your hand. “Look at me,”

And you do.

His gaze is softer than you expect, his lips curled upright in an amused, yet tender, manner. When your gazes meet, he lifts the handcuffs.

“Do you mind showing me how you use them?”

You snort, “Excuse me?”

“Show me,” he repeats, voice lower. “Show me how you enjoy using them.”

Namor has been between your legs for hours.

The bed heading creaks when you pull at the handcuffs, a sharp cry leaving your lips. His tongue goes in circles around your clit, thick fingers diligently thrusting in and out of you. He’s brought you to the edge multiple times but every time at the very last minute he pulled away. You’re dancing on the brink of insanity. Namor groans into your cunt, the reverberation of his voice makes you shudder. You lift your hips in hopes to take more of him. However your hopes and dreams are crushed when he pins you back to the bed with one hand.

“I see why you enjoy it now,” he purrs, licking his lips. “This is fun,”

“Fun for you maybe–” you gasp, slick drips from your sex and drench his fingers. “Please make me come, Namor. Please, please, please–”

“Such sweet sounds you make for me.” his lips closes around your sensitive clit and sucks, then he lets go of it with a pop, your thighs shake. “Okay, you can come now. Only because you asked so nicely,”

He curls his fingers and sucks your clit again, pleasure bursts behind your eyelids, black dots staining your sight. Namor moans as he tastes you, he doesn’t let a drop escape, fingers still rocking in and out of you as your orgasm lingers across your skin.

When it’s finally done, you’re breathing heavily. Namor kisses your overworked pussy tenderly, humming as you involuntarily move away due to how sensitive you are.

“Tastes so good,” he slurs, eyes looking up to you. “But now it is time for the main course.”

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Shuri in Talocan

Request: Yes or No

Well what do you know... I'm sick

Excuse the Yucatec Mayan please, I used a translator and I'm not 100% how accurate it is

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"Je'el woksik in ti' talamilo'ob!" The guard reminded you, glancing over her shoulder at the princess and scientist before her gaze nervously shifted onto the water.

"A prometo mixtan a meent a." You assured her, mustering your best pleading face. The guard tightened her grip on her spear and grunted softly, stepping aside to let you through.

"Níib óolal!" You grinned and hurried in before she could change her mind. You took in a deep breath as you approached the princess, glancing at the unconscious scientist.

Shuri watched you closely, rising from her seat and protectively standing infront of the scientist, blocking her from view. While her bravery was admirable, you had no interest in the scientist.

"Princess Shuri of Wakanda." You greeted her softly, bowing your head.

"Please." Shuri waved her hand. "Just Shuri is fine."

"I'm (Y/N). It's a pleasure to meet you... I've never met someone from the surface world before." You admitted, glancing back at the guard before taking a step closer to Shuri. She instinctively took a step back, reaching one hand behind her to grab the scientists arm.

"Ah, I'm not here for her." You dismissed with a shake of your head. You were fully aware of the dangerous machine she had created, but she appeared rather defenseless in her current state.

"I wanted to learn about Wakanda." You admitted and Shuri narrowed her eyes. "I heard it's beautiful. That the air and water are clean and fresh... The animals are just as diverse as they are here."

"It is beautiful." Shuri smiled sadly, eyes softening and lowering at the mention of her home. You couldn't imagine being taken away from Talocan, from your family and friends. "Maybe I'll show you around one day."

"My father is quite strict about me visiting the surface world. I'm afraid the chances of that happening are low." You sighed.

"I'm sure he can be convinced." Shuri quipped with a small grin and a twinkle of mischief in her eye. "Or you could just sneak out."

You laughed and returned her grin. "You say that as if I haven't already tried."

"Príncipe!" You flinched and turned around to face Namora. Her eyes narrowed as she looked Shuri over before grabbing your arm. "Ba'ax ka woksaj óotik wáaj ba'ax ka beetik?"

"Príncipe?" Shuri repeated with furrowed brows before her eyes widened. You gave her a sheepish smile in return.

"Namor is-"

"My father."

Gifs aren't mine.

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Translations:

Je'el woksik in ti' talamilo'ob - I could get in trouble

A prometo mixtan a meent a - I promise you won't

Níib óolal - Thank you

Príncipe - Prince

Ba'ax ka woksaj óotik wáaj ba'ax ka beetik - What do you think you're doing

[tenochconamor]

Tenoch Huerta and Letitia Wright hugging on the set of Black Panther Wakanda Forever. It's cute that she went on her tip toes. Tenoch gives the best hugs.

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[itaintenough]

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

creds to: @unicornspwnall

[firemenenthusiast]

i dont know how to describe this but please give tenoch huerta more feather jewellery for him to wear i dont care what type as long as theyre feather cuz it suits him ssoooo well like that one photoshoot where he wears that feathery earpiece LORD HAVE MERCY he looks so good

with that, i rest my case