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Namor and Namora: you fall asleep without them realising
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[Namor]
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It's been a busy couple of days with sleepless nights. All you want to do is fall asleep but with everything happening, and the ever-growing danger, you force yourself to stay away. Until you can't any longer.
K’uk’ulkan sits on the throne, talking to you all. He looks perfect, as usual, and you always love seeing him be so authorative.
There's a special seat next to him for you, which is where you currently reside.
"Are you sure we can get through this...?"
One of the talokanil questions, worried. He nods, quickly looking over to you, and then back to them.
"...we can."
If it's anyone, it's K'uk'ulkan who can make sense of this all. He is the perfect king, the perfect leader, that they couldn't ask for anyone better to rule.
"...I believe..."
K’uk’ulkan soon falls into a long conversation, while you get more settled into your seat. Though you soon realize that it's hard to focus on his words, as sleep slowly but surely bites away.
Come on stay awake
It would be bad manners to fall asleep during one of his meetings. Namor surely would get annoyed if you did, but you can't help but feel yourself drifting off.
Then you squint in hopes it will help to stop the sleep. At least if you stay qawake for the rest of the meeting you can crash when it's done...sadly that doesn't work.
Instead your eyes slowly close and despite trying your best to fight back the sleep, you drift off on that seat.
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Namor stands, his hands clasping together behind his back. Another- another successful meeting- and now he can spend the rest of the day with you.
Speaking of you.
"(y/n)."
He faces you, expecting to see you smiling back at him, or just hearing you. Instead you're asleep, in a very uncomfortable way from the looks of it.
"(y/n).."
His tone, soft, and his hands unclasping from behind his back. He walks up to you and kneels down, his hands moving to rest on your arms.
Nothing. You don't respond or wake up, you just keep sleeping, and it only now hits him just how tired you are- how tired you have been. So much so that it had made you fall asleep during something you're always so focused in.
Namor feels bad about how little sleep you've gotten, but at least now you can get it. He slips his arms around you, picking you up, and with a soft kiss to your head, he leaves to go to the room.
He arrives. He lays you down on the bed, resting your head against the pillows, right arm moving to bring the blanket over you and he's so gentle with you not wanting to wake you from your slumber.
K'uk'ulkan notices how you get settled into the bed instantly, grabbing onto the pillow. A smile graces his lips, "sleep well, my love." as he turns and walks out of the room.
[Namora]
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You and Namora never really have the time to spend together. With war raging on and everything going on it’s hard to spend time together .
When you are able to, it’s perfect.
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Namora is leaning against the wall, your head in her lap. Even from the angle you are Namora looks perfect.
It's the afternoon and you are spending it with Namora. The two of you are in your room, your solace, while the only noise is from your chatter and your breathing.
"This is nice..."
Namora glances down at you, her heart swelling to see just how relaxed you are. How you look up at her with half-lidded eyes, a soft smile pn your lips.
If she could describe you there would never be enough words to truly let you know just how perfect you are- more than perfect- you are more than perfect.
"I agree."
Namora softly- so softly- brings a hand to your right arm. As she often does when you are alone she starts to trace lines on your arm, bringing your half-lidded eyes to fully close.
She switches over to your other arm, running lines on it as she had just done.
"...it's nice to spend time with you..."
Namora thinks back to the past few weeks.
The two of you have barely had time to yourselves let alone in general; it's not anyone’s fault, there has been a lot happening, but it's just sucked to not be able to spend this time together. To be intimate like this, to just be with each other.
"I've missed this..."
She notices how you open your eyes, meeting hers.
"Me too." you bring a hand up, placing a hand on the side of her face feeling as she leans into your touch. If there was anyone to bring her to her knees, to make her melt, it's you.
You linger with your touch a moment before pulling your hand away, and resting it by your side. Eyes soon falling shut once more, and you smile up at her.
Namora takes your right hand in hers, keeping it close, letting you feel her. Feel her love for you, her happiness, her bliss.
You are her love, she just wants to remind you her love she holds for you, how grateful she is to be able to spend this time with you.
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Listen now that Black Panther is on Disney+ I’m gonna need more fanfic okay. Especially x black reader cause why is that tag so little all of their main ships are black!! Let’s keep it rolling and keep it bipoc okay us black and brown girlies deserve this!!
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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.
#namora x reader#namora#wakanda forever#wakanda forever x reader#mcu x reader#black panther#shuri x reader#namor x you#namor smut#shuri smut
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𐌂𐌀𐌋𐌙𐌐𐌔Ꝋ
🐚𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ
🐚𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
🐚𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ!
🐚𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ), ɴᴏɴ-ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏ/ɴ, ɴᴏ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɴᴏ-ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇx ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴄʟɪᴛ ꜱʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀ ʏᴜᴄᴀᴛᴇᴄ ᴍᴀʏᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴏʀ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ), ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ, ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴏᴋᴀɴɪʟ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.
You promised yourself to go on a spiritual journey. Abandon the gray and monotonous high walls of the city, the hustle and bustle of the main streets and probably the constant calls from your boss and your mother wondering what happened to you, letting time stand still for a month or so, let the your body stopped so you could enjoy those hours you took too long to do your every duty as best you could. Even your well-being was your duty after all, and taking some savings and renting a simple house in a delightful village on the shores of the Atlantic near Michoacan seemed like the right solution to reconnect with the beauty and peace of mother nature. You had never minded immersing yourself in unspoiled nature, letting yourself be cradled by those crumbs of the world's purity, digging up out of mere curiosity the little secrets it hid and which, at the same time, it offered to the bravest; certainly you would never have thought that in that small village stories were told of a people who protected the salty and crystalline waters that kissed the white and sandy shores of the beaches.
It was a group of elderly women who told you about it, almost as a warning, rather than a story for tourists. They had reminded you not to venture where the waters got deeper, not to disturb the sea and the creatures that lived there. The guardians were excellent sentinels in protecting that territory, but very strict with those who crossed certain borders.
You had always liked to hear and treasure the legends of local folklore, because that was how you had taken the words of those old ladies, as a legend. Perhaps some local fishermen had invented such stories to keep away the more annoying tourists, in fact some of them had no respect for both the local fauna and flora, it had to be like this. But you wouldn't have been a problem, you just wanted to take a walk on the seafront, accompanied by the moon, perhaps looking for some inspiration for your next book to write.
Your bare feet sank into the sand, still warm from the heat accumulated over an entire day, while a light sundress softly covered your body up to mid-thigh. The night wind caressed your hair and your skin, the colorful fabric of your dress fluttered, followed by your rocking sandals that you held in one hand. Absolute silence reigned around you, cradled by the sound of the waves and the palm leaves that intertwined and collided with each other. Your steps took you away from that village, until you found a wooden pier built in a modest and crude way, to which a boat with an oar was tied.
With the hope that some wooden beam would not give way, causing you to fall disastrously into the icy sea water, with a careful step you reached the end of the pier, sitting on the edge and letting your feet immerse themselves in the water, providing you with a pleasant relief.
It was hard to admit it, but perhaps you had managed to find your happy place in the world, a place of peace, where any possible negativity that had accompanied you to that remote Caribbean tourist territory was now only a distant memory. If your boss didn't have the habit of exploiting you so much, you could have asked permission for an immersive experience in this place, to find inspiration for the next novel faster.
Shaking your head, you left the idea where it was born. It would never have happened, you admitted disconsolately as you kicked the waves with your feet trying without success to make them change direction, just like a child would have done. Your gaze was lost in the starry sky and letting a sigh escape you made it fall towards the sea and the horizon. It was calm, flat as a sheet of glass, so clear that your face twisted in puzzlement as I spotted a small silhouette on the horizon. You originally thought it was a palm branch floating unusually on the surface, as it was backlit by a full moon. But then the shape began to advance, slowly, carefully, like a feline ready to attack, and as it got closer to the shore, you could notice what was the shape of a head, a human head floating, adorned from a tribal headdress.
No, that couldn't be possible. How could a head float in such a calm sea without you noticing it? They couldn't have followed you during your walk, perhaps the villagers wanted to make another tourist of that earthly paradise the victim of a bad joke? Or maybe it was your suggestion, your usual vivid imagination?
Whatever answer it was, it was obvious that it was time to go home and get out of the way, while you were in time. All you had to do was get up, turn around and walk briskly back without attracting any more unwanted attention, it was the middle of the night and it wasn't wise to stay that long alone in an unfamiliar place, however… Your body seems to disobey your orders. As if you were the victim of a spell, your feet seemed to have cemented themselves in the sea water, while your eyes could not tear themselves away from the hypnotic shape which in the meantime had almost reached the dock. You wanted to say anything, anything, but your breath stayed in your throat and your mouth remained open without uttering a syllable.
There was something deeply wrong with what was happening right now, something your mind couldn't comprehend, but you knew that if you were to have any chance of waking up the next morning alive and well you absolutely had to find a way to dislodge all instant.
What appeared to be the figure of a young woman seemed to slowly show the body up to the collarbone, her face was soft adorned by a pair of thick dark eyebrows, drawn together in a frown and menacing expression, the previously incomprehensible headgear now gave the idea of being covered in feathers…no, the feathers would be wet, that material seemed waterproof, like the fins of an unknown tropical fish. But what accelerated your heartbeat the most was discovering that her skin was light blue like the waves of the sea that enveloped her and a turquoise mask covered her mouth and nose.
May your common sense curse you for what you were about to deduce, but at this point it was fair to wonder if what the village elders had admonished you about was not just a stupid legend, but the reality…however absurd; Perhaps the sea really was the cradle of watchful sentinels who punished the intruders of their home.
Feeling a hand grabbing your ankle, with the intention of violently dragging you towards the water, harshly reminded you that the time for reflections was over and it was time to wake up and react. You thanked the last shred of lucidity left in your body that allowed you to hold on to a pier post with all your strength, while a terrified scream escaped from your mouth. Your determination didn't seem to make the woman give up, her grip was as strong as steel and painful as a dog's bite, her voice cursed in a language unknown to you, while you squirmed and tried to push her away, kicking her with foot still free. A menacing growl like that of a predator came out of that mask, low but firm, while a shiver probably of fear pierced your legs and back.
"Let me go! Please let me go!" you screamed, trying to drag you to the opposite side, holding on to the wooden slabs with your other hand, regardless of the splinters that sank into your fingertips.
“Ma' oksajóoltik le ba'ax je'el u páajtal a náachkunta'al teech ti' teen uts uchik” was an archaic language, unknown to your ears, but in that context it only gave a demonic aura to the woman or any damned being was that thing that wanted to drag you into the depths of the sea with it. In an attempt to land another kick, your foot struck full force on her mask, creating a slight crack. The young woman gasped and for a handful of seconds her grip on your left ankle loosened just enough to make you slip away, not before marking your skin with scratches, making you moan in pain.
Without further delay you ran away from that pier, forgetting your sandals now fallen due to the hustle and bustle in the water, it didn't matter if you had to make the stone and dirt road up to your house with bare feet, you just wanted that creature to leave you in peace.
As soon as you passed the last bump in the sand, you looked behind you for a moment, hoping that she had disappeared and wasn't following you…so it was. The woman had disappeared, swallowed up by the sea, as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe you were crazy…or maybe you should have heeded the admonitions of the elders.
It was sunset when you decided to go home the following day; It hadn't been an easy day, if you could call it that since you'd been lying between the sheets of your bed until after lunchtime and you'd spent the night before without sleeping a wink. Your mind was still immersed in that encounter you had that night, your skin still remembering the stinging burn from the scratch on your ankle, now intent on healing. Sleep had decided to abandon you in those long and tense night hours, and if by chance your heavy eyelids decided to close in exhaustion, they reopened at the slightest creak or rustle coming from outside your little house.
The thought of finding that woman in front of your bed after having followed you overwhelmed you, filling you with a thousand questions and answers that were often more daunting than you had expected. You couldn't understand if what your eyes had seen was pure fantasy, probably anyone would have called you crazy, but that scratch, that mark that she had engraved on your skin, was the striking proof that she existed. It was flesh, bone and breath, and her frozen skin still seemed to caress your leg, leaving a suffocating lump in your throat as a shiver stopped between your thighs… It was fear, adrenaline, nothing more you kept telling yourself.
You weren't sure that telling the old women of the village would have been a good idea, even if they had believed you, they probably would have said it was the right punishment for a nosy and disrespectful tourist like you; Perhaps it would have been wiser to put aside the idea of a relaxing holiday, abandon that mysterious place surrounded by unspoiled nature and paradise on earth and return to your everyday life, perhaps it was silly to think that you could find peace and relief for a moment in your existence.
The shouts of the village children, who gradually returned home from the beach, made you awaken from your restless thoughts, while your gaze turned to the clean beaches now kissed by the fiery and amber rays of the sunset, the Sun was gradually swallowed up by the sea, as well as your every little certainty that in the light no monster would be looking for you. Sighing and ready to get ready for yet another sleepless night, you approached the door of the house, however, finding something on the edge that left you speechless: Your sandals, the sandals you had lost during the night to escape the woman's grasp were right there in front of you.
One of the two must have broken in the uproar, but someone had thought of reconnecting the filaments by setting a small nugget of… jade in the middle? Was it jade?
The first thing you did after catching them was look around, there was nobody there, people also seemed to have gone home, the fishermen had returned from their hard day's work and were intent on returning to their families with dinner to make.
Taking a deep breath, you gathered courage and grabbing the knob of your door you opened it with a lightning click, ready to find the worst beast you could ever expect. But nothing but your unmade bed and what furnished your little house awaited you.
Standing at your doorstep, you wondered if some kind person in the village had found your sandals and brought them back to you, but you soon put that idea aside. No one had followed you that night on the beach, and above all who in such a humble though welcoming country could afford to adorn a sandal with a nugget of jade? Was it that woman? Maybe as an apology…Oh probably a trap.
Thoughtfully you sat on the wooden stairs outside the entrance to your house, put on your sandals, only now noticing that the one with the jade had been placed on the sandal of your injured ankle.
Your gaze returned again to the glimpse of the beach, wrapped in vegetation, partly pruned to create an exit from the village, the sun had now sunk, the sky was becoming increasingly gloomy, while from the windows of the modest houses around you appeared the flashes of the lights.
You were sure that what you were about to do would be your last action alive, as well as being totally unconscious. But like Ulysses you felt the sea somehow calling to you, if it was the woman, or your curiosity had no idea, you knew that unlike the story of the Odyssey, your body was not tied to any mast of a ship , no one was going to stop you from jumping overboard at a siren's call.
Your mind had begun to cloud as soon as you passed the small avenue that led to the sea, as if to justify your foolish actions, together with your heart it was fluttering agitated, like a high school girl waiting for the arrival of her crush. Something in you wished she was hers, but what to tell her (if so) was still a mystery.
Your fingers gripped the edges of the skirt of your sundress to ease the tension as your footsteps stopped. It was you, alone on that beach now accompanied by the first stars and the shy moon. You didn't know how far you were from the village, but only now did you feel as defenseless as if you were stark naked, a lamb ready to be sacrificed to some cruel deity. You swallowed praying that you would not die that night and at the same time you prayed that she…
"…You came?" your mouth spoke before your mind would let it, your tone low, too low to be sure she heard you. Her head had emerged from the water, far enough from the shore, for what emerged of her body was no more than her neck and shoulders. You didn't have the courage to repeat what you asked for, your hands gripped the edges of your sundress even more.
She seemed to observe you, oblivious of that long silent space that separated you, perhaps she was working out the right move to make, as a shark or a tiger would have done. She decided to move closer to the shore, and you bit your tongue tenaciously to keep your body from retreating. As her body emerged from the water, your eyes studied what they hadn't managed to capture the previous time: on her torso there was a light armor of unknown material and of a dark color that covered her chest, while the shoulders were adorned with the same feathers/fins as the headdress and tied around the animal skull. The calves and forearms were clad in the same armour, leaving the muscular and toned shoulders and thighs uncovered, the hips encircled by a skirt partly made of armour, of those colorful fins and seaweed perhaps… But what caught your attention the most it was the conspicuous presence of jade in the woman's clothing, especially her earrings, which were large and hard to ignore.
"Look, I…" you bit your lip "I don't know if you can understand me…I just want to tell you that I didn't want to disturb your sea, I'm not a bad person" your hands let go of the skirt of the sundress and then stood up as a sign of surrender, along with your submissive gaze.
The warrior scrutinized you frowning her thick dark brows, as if she wanted to tell you so many things, certainly not kind and friendly, but she decided that piercing you with her sharpest gaze sharper than the spear she brandished was enough of an answer. Her attentive eyes finally fell to your feet, noticing the sandals you were wearing, especially her pitch-colored irises seemed to sparkle as they found the jade gem nestled between the straps of the previously broken sandal. Only in that instant did you seem to grasp this gesture and sketching a shy smile you asked:
“Did you bring the sandals to my door?” you were unable to contain your curiosity. Even though the blue-skinned woman was as tall as you, her presence made you regret every single word your mouth uttered. She looked into your eyes, once again, her expression had become less tense, however she turned her head, as if to see if there were other threats on the horizon, on the shores of the beach, when her attention returned to you that hard sentry expression had again marked her soft pale blue face.
She nodded, that was her only response.
Biting your lower lip, you carefully crouched down to your sandals, pointing at the jade nugget “Did you place this stone? It's gorgeous.” Your tone laced with fear of her was trying to bring out a semblance of genuine sweetness, maybe that was really a small gift of apology from her.
“Je'el” she murmured with another nod of her head. You smiled shyly, feeling embarrassed for a moment.
"I…" your gaze rose towards her "I'm so grateful…but, I have nothing to give you in return though" you answered regretfully, feeling guilty. The woman seemed to turn to stone, as if she were still thinking about the answer to give. Nothing could prepare you for her lightning bolt of hers, impossible to predict, or maybe you were foolish to get caught unprepared a second time.
Like the previous night, she grabbed you by the ankle, making you lose your balance and fall onto your butt on the sand. The intent was to drag you towards the water, but this time the soft ground under your hands would not have given you a foothold or a way to save yourself, the only possibility to escape was to ask for mercy.
"Please no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you implored screaming regardless of the little breath you had left between one word and another "I beg you…!" the pleas were interrupted by a gasp, when icy tongues of sea water insinuated themselves between the skin of your back and your dress, wetting your hair too.
On your back you found the warrior above you, her face partially covered by the mask a few centimeters from yours, while her eyes dark as night seemed to drink from your fear, just like a predator excited by perceiving the terror of the captured prey. The shortness of breath that made your chest move, now wet with salt water and stuck to the colored fabric of her dress, stopped short when the warrior reached a hand on her mask to remove it.
For a moment that aura steeped in dominance seemed to waver, she was aware that as soon as she took her breath away it would last a few minutes, but she didn't allow her anxiety to stop her further. The hand that firmly held the handle of the spear, moved forcefully, driving it into the sand thick with the waves, a short distance from your face, a command and a stern threat not to dare make rash moves, or the consequences would be severe ; your frightened whine was a more than exhaustive answer. Not that she needed further certainties, you had repeatedly demonstrated how clueless I was of your survival instinct.
Removing the mask, the warrior gasped slightly, then shook her head, time was short and she should have used it as best she could. The same hand grabbed your face, not strong enough to hurt you, but firm enough to sink the fingertips into the soft skin of your cheeks, so warm and gradually more and more rosy. Your eyes tried to cast one last pleading glance at the woman as you watched in bewilderment as the sun-kissed amber complexion of her lips was soon tinged with the same blue that ruled her skin…What absurd creature was trying to kill you?! You thought terrified. Your mind traveled wild like a horse, many people before dying reviewed her whole life like a retrospective on a film, but you were imagining how that woman would have torn you to shreds, leaving the rest to the sea.
The feel of her cold, wet lips pressing against yours was the last thing you expected, however. Your surprised hum was suppressed in that kiss. She moved away from you for a second, wanting to memorize with her eyes every single reaction painted on your face, and in a moment of sweetness she caressed your face with her fingers, pressing her thumb on your parted lips in need of oxygen, to breath away from that cascade of gestures so unexpected that mixed with fear and other illicit emotions, they were melting your brain. You were freaking out. Something in you was broken, you had no idea what it was, but it surely had to do with your sanity, as, despite the grip on your jaw, you tried to reach unsuccessfully the mouth of the warrior, who caught off guard , pushed you back down with a 'splash', then attacked your lips with more fervor now. Apparently she didn't accept any attempt at domination other than hers.
Never in your life would you have ever imagined sharing such a carnal and primitive kiss, with the sea creature who held your life in her hands, playing with it and threatening to drag you into the abyss with her, if she got fed up or bored. Her tongue followed yours tirelessly, she knew your shyness and fear wouldn't last long, the way your mouths moved, your teeth clashing as the warrior tried to bite your lower lip or corner of your mouth and the moans that escaped from time to time between a stolen breath and the next, only hinted at an ever stronger charge of libido, like a fuse between the two flints that were your bodies.
It was useless to think coherently, there was nothing coherent in feeling that strong passion in that situation, the only thing to do was let yourself be carried away by the current, hoping that all this was just a dream created by your fervent mind.
The other hand of the warrior sank into the shallow water of the shore, grabbing one of your breasts, still covered by the annoying clinging and soaked fabric of your sundress, making you moan in that kiss so voracious and forbidden. She was impatient and became so as time went on.
“K'ujo'obo ', wa uts chéen pudieras respirar yáanal le ja'o'” (Gods, if only you could breathe underwater) her breath collided with your lips, breaking the kiss. Her voice had a scolding tone and it was raspy from lack of oxygen. Curiosity devoured you in wanting to know what that archaic language meant.
Her grip on your face gave way, softened as she stroked your cheek. “Ma' péeksik a” (Do not move) her voice does not allow discussions, you didn't know what she ordered you, but judging by the way her hand slid down your neck, you decided to stay still where you were, looking at her with the same eyes of a bewildered puppy.
Noticing no movement or any kind of resistance from you, the woman decided not to waste any more time in lingering, and almost as if she were about to drown, she lowered her face to your breasts immersed in the salty water. A muffled sound of ripping made you jump as you realized she had broken the neckline of your lovely sundress below your chest, then buried her face in the valley between your breasts. Her hot mouth, in contrast with the cold temperature of her skin and of the water, had begun to attack your right breast, causing you a cascade of pleasant contrasting sensations, while greedily biting the soft skin, sometimes almost teasing you, other times more predatory, she left you with the certainty that you would find several reddish and pink halos around it. You moaned once again arching her back, feeling her left hand massaging her other breast, as her tongue laced around your nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking it as if her life depended on hers.
You closed your eyes, taking a last look at the starry sky, while one of the many waves hit you, making you feel suspended in space. Your hands balled into fists, unable to grip anything solid that could somehow help release the tension. It was excruciating, exciting, yet deeply wild and insane what your body was experiencing.
A trail of kisses, brought her lips to abandon your right breast, to be able to greedily attach to the other, murmuring delighted in tasting the sweet taste of your skin; as her hands slid down your soft hips, the warrior wanted so badly to feel the clear way every moan and mewl that filled your mouth, just as she wished you could feel how much she was appreciating your body and how she would worship it as a priest does with a temple. Perhaps this was the curse of having found a mate of the surface, a barrier would have always divided you.
When her fingers anchored to the edge of the skirt of her dress, the woman re-emerged from the water, but not before leaving one last kiss on your nipple. Your face was pure heaven to her eyes, just as hers was to you. You could enjoy her view of her amber complexion for a few more seconds, while the drops of the sea enjoyed copious on your face, before it returned to her blue color. The woman couldn't help stealing another lovely kiss from you, letting her nose adorned with a septum gently collide with yours.
“Luk'ul le nook'e' Ma'ili' ti' u destruya ta wo'olal” (take this dress off before I destroy it for you) her tone sounded like a growl, which made you shiver in contrast to the sweetness of her gestures. She looked at you almost assuming you could understand her language.
“W-what?” you said confused, lifting yourself up with you torso thanks to the help of you elbows, so much so that you once again found yourself a handful of millimeters from her lips. The warrior rolled her eyes to the side in annoyance, then cursed something softly, this language barrier starting to get on her nerves. She understood that she would have to do everything by herself, and feeling the natural need to breathe water, she began to forcefully tear your sundress again, opening it in half and reducing it to a miserable colored flap, your annoyed squeaks made her curse something again through clenched teeth, and then bring it closer to your face:
“Teech traeré uláak', láayli' asab jats'uts, u prometo” (I'll bring you another one, even more beautiful, I promise) he whispered in an almost sorry tone, while filling your face with wet and salty kisses, in a desperate attempt not to let you escape from her, first the forehead, then your nose and your cheeks and a last longer and more intense on your mouth. It was impossible for you to understand every single word she uttered, yet it seemed you could taste every emotion of her felt in that moment, when your mouths met.
“Bejla'e' p'áaten quieto ka Cha' in ch'a' a siibal” (Now lie still and let me take your gift)
Your eyes darted to every corner as she submerged once more, between your legs and lower belly covered in water. You let out a frustrated sigh at the impossibility of understanding her next move, the liquid surface rippled by the waves and the little moonlight were obstacles impossible to climb over. Your skin crawled in mild anxiety as the warrior's fingers creep between your soft, inviting thighs. Her nails grabbed her flesh and skin, forcing your legs to spread apart just enough to be able to hide your head between them and access your intimacy. Namora licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, unable to contain an excited moan, she wanted to devour you, she longed for that little corner of paradise that you kept so shyly, she knew that a part of you was still afraid and full of questions, but the warrior was certain that thanks to her meticulous attentions, she would make you forget everything, even your name and where you belonged.
Her lips rested on the velvety skin of your inner thigh, leaving a sweet trail of kisses; she would worship every inch of you and your eager moans made her heart pound with emotion as much as her eagerness to sink her mouth into your pussy. She was certain that yours was also going at the same speed and she prayed to her gods that it wasn't for fear of her, she hoped with all her heart that, deep down, the libido was eating you alive just like her, really. At the mere thought she bit a flap of your thigh delicately, watching your body jolt as she sucked it between her lips until a rosy halo imprinted on your skin, while her cheek touched your pussy; Namora wouldn't let her insecurities make her hesitate, you were her mate, she'd felt it, she'd felt it the first time she'd met you, but she reacted instinctively and now it was her time to make up for it, to make you hers, to mark you and show you how much fate had decided to bind you to each other, despite your worlds separating you and he would have completed this task.
A shower of other small, stinging burns planted itself between your thighs, making you gasp impatiently and your legs trembled with sensitivity. Although your pussy was covered in water, you were certain that was swollen and wet, due to that grueling torture; apparently "that kind of siren" had a thing for biting.
The fear that she wanted to devour you was replaced when her warm tongue caressed your folds. An audible gasp made your body suddenly stiffen as you tried unsuccessfully to suppress another moan as her lips closed around your clit, leaving a wet kiss.
“F-Fuck..!” in the throes of instinct and perhaps fear of what you were feeling, you backed away from that mouth so welcoming and hungry, but the warrior's grip on your thighs put you back in your place, then carrying them on her shoulders, preventing you from any escape route to this point.
The iron grip of Namora's nails on your flesh left hot and dark crescent-shaped footprints, once again warning you not to fight her and to accept what she had to offer you. Her mouth returned to your pussy, tasting it again, this time taking longer to savor you. She shivered with excitement, delicious, how could something so aphrodisiac be so hard to tame? Her tongue traversed the contours of your folds, descending towards your entrance, lapping the contours vigorously, then rising with the tip up to your clit, without any hurry, sucking it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world. Out of the water she listened to your soft moans even if muffled, your mewls and your back arching with pleasure; a satisfied smile crept onto her lips. Gods, you were perfect, every part of you seemed to have been made for her.
“Jach ma'alobech” (you're so good) she gasped underwater, sinking her lips into your clit, flicking her tongue vigorously, and savoring it like you were her last meal. “A wíinkilil ma' u tuus in, in woojel ba'ax táak u” (Your body can't lie to me, I know it wants me).
Her mouth slid towards your entrance, licking the velvety edges, feeling on her lips as your rubbery muscles contracted around her hot, expert tongue as she fucked you with it. Another smile painted on her face continuing with her work of hers, until your thighs of hers wrapped her face, bringing it even closer to you making her moan. To die between the thighs of her mate would have been better than any glorious death in battle, she thought as she emerged from the water to watch your sweet face twist into a dissatisfied expression at the sudden absence of her mouth on your your needy pussy. Were you passively accepting the fact that you were for each other?
Namora took off her headgear, which had now become uncomfortable for her too, and throwing it far enough to prevent the tide from taking it away, she let her long, jet-black, wet hair fall copiously on her shoulders and chest, framing that face that now it seemed that of a nymph, of rare beauty, coming from who knows what tropical and unknown land. She leaned towards you, until the tips of your noses touched, your breathing became short, your pupils were dilated, your mind was clouded, your desire to escape was now extinguished, now what mattered most to you was merging your lips with hers again, tasting the nectar of your own juices.
“Rogadme” (beg me) Namora's voice woke you up from your state of ecstasy, her hot breath collided on your mouth, her eyes didn't leave yours for a second, while the fingers of her right hand slowly slipped between your folds, massaging them with almost excruciating slowness, meticulously careful not to touch, except lightly and absently, your clit.
You inhaled sharply, as your hips swayed towards Namora's hand, hoping for more relief.
“Rugar in, ka continuaré” (Beg me, and I will continue) as your lips desperately tried to reach hers to kiss them, Namora pulled away the necessary couple of centimeters for you to moan impatiently. She smirked lustfully at your pathetic plea to be kissed.
“Please…” you murmured in a sigh as you dropped your head back onto the soft, wet sand, accentuating your defeat and submission to her will. Out of shame you closed your eyelids for a long moment, while what little pride you had was finally swallowed up by your desire to be ruined by that unknown woman.
“Please, Please…!” dominated by the need to please, let a punch of audacity make you gather the necessary courage to grab Namora's hand, bringing her palm closer between your folds, guiding it in faster movements, which made every tense muscle of yours loosen, bringing you a nice wave of shivering pleasure as the tips of his index and middle fingers slid inside your hole. You were literally seeing stars and that warrior hadn't even started on you, damn, did you really lose your mind if you got so pathetic for a little attention, how long hasn't someone made you feel this way?
Taken aback by your courage and initially convinced that you wanted to chase her away badly, Namora let you do it, but when she sensed that it was only the rash gesture to seek some relief from that cruel torture of teasing, a low and satisfied chuckle it escaped her lips. Placing a hand on your shoulder, she thrust you in a well-aimed move back to the ground, and after grabbing both your wrists and placing them equally bulky either side of your head, silently commanded you to remain in your place. She loved that there was a decisive reaction from you too, however she was in charge that night and she did not accept compromises.
The woman gasped slightly, she needed water…so placing a last kiss on the lobe of your ear, she whispered: “Bix a k'áat, in Diosa” (as you wish, my Goddess) before diving again under the water.
Without any fear or insecurity that this time you would have escaped from her, Namora firmly gripped your thigh with her left hand, while with her right hand she spread your velvety folds with her fingertips, exposing each of your most sensitive points to the cool water temperature and the warmth of his lips which soon fell upon them. Her tongue returned to your clit lapping it mercilessly, and sucking it giving your body small jerks and tremors. Her tongue was everywhere, going down and up between the contours of your folds, the tip of that warm muscle gently pushing between the gummy walls of your entrance, then clinging again to your clit, embracing it between her sweet lips as she sucked your nectar they so craved. Your hands slipped through her long black locks of hair, stroking them, and gently pushing her face even further between your welcoming thighs, making the warrior moan with pure pleasure, while the tip of her nose and her icy jade septums collided with your sensitive clit, making you cry out from the rain of rowdy but ecstatic you were feeling. You bit your lower lip a little dissatisfied when you ascertained that it was impossible for you two to meet your gazes in that sinful act. You wished you could watch her irises, dark as night, catch your every moan and mewl as she continued to devour your pussy like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
“Cuán impacientes chan” (how impatient we are) she commented to herself, flicking her tongue on your swollen clit, replacing her mouth, with two fingers that began to slowly massage that part, before slapping it with her fingertips, making you crying out.
“Tak ku beetik jump'éel minutos querías huir ti' teen ka bejla'e' a a lanzando u in fauces bey juntúul chan kaaye' num” (until a few minutes ago you wanted to run away from me, and now you're throwing yourself into my jaws like a silly little fish) another slap, as the left hand slid near your entrance. Her fingers resumed massaging your clit, and your eyes rolled back in the dizzying pleasure mixed with the constant edging; Apparently that creature liked to play with its food. Another slap, as if she reading your sarcastic thoughts, you bit your lower lip hard, hoping your obscene verses hadn't woken up anyone in the village.
“Ch'úupalo 'descuidada, descuidada” (careless, careless girl) with each word Namora decided whether to give you a warm caress of her lips or her fingers or a severe slap on your now too sensitive clit. Your eyes got wet, from the pleasure, you just wanted to cum, you just wanted the pleasure to flood you just like the waves of that calm sea were doing.
When she noticed your legs starting to shake, did she know you were ready, did you crave pleasure? She would give it to you until you burst, until your mind was drunk with her and only her.
A finger slid into your entrance with ease, and Namora didn't mind moaning on your pussy of pleasure, leaving a pleasant vibration on your pussy. You were so warm, soft, welcoming, so wet with that sweet nectar.
Every thrust of her finger into you, was accompanied by the rhythm of your hips, even as she tried to keep you in your place, you wanted more, you wanted—
"Please, more…" you moaned incoherently almost as if it were a prayer.
The warrior added a second, as her thrusts got faster, deeper. A blaze of fire was growing in your lower abdomen, its hot flames traversing your slit, your trembling legs, making you sensitive to the slightest touch.
Feeling Namora's fingers curl and scissor between your gummy walls, molding them to her liking, confidently reaching for your magical spot, as if she knows your body like an open book, made you see stars and moan like a slut without any shame, no one would have come to disturb you, of this you were certain by now, or at least you hoped.
Her fingers continued to sink relentlessly into your hole, her mouth sloppyly tasting every inch of your pussy, oblivious to the tip of her nose rubbing your swollen clit. Your first orgasm hit you like a jolt, a vortex of freezing and hot temperatures had collided on your body making you lose any sensitive perception, any possible coherent thought. Your thighs closed automatically around the woman's head, unable to understand whether to stop her or to entice her even more to feed on you. One thing was certain, Namora didn't seem willing to stop, not even in the face of the constant spasms of your entrance, now filled with her fingers, which continued to rub and dilate your walls, looking for every point capable of making you scream and jump.
Your moans were never mixed with whimpers and sobs, despite Namora trying to reopen your thighs, your legs seemed to hold her in an almost fatal grip; You were certainly not an obedient human. It didn't matter, she thought, she would educate you over time.
You were on the verge of another intense orgasm when you felt the uncomfortable sensation of her fingers leaving your hole, as well as her mouth. No, you thought in exasperation, why did she stop again?!
You opened your eyes and stood up with the little strength left with your torso, hoping that your elbows supported you this time, ready to beg her to get back between your legs, but the sight of her gorgeous face left you speechless voice.
“Fuck, you're a Goddess” you mumbled in pure admiration, as you watched as the blue veins slowly replaced her caramel skin. Only when she heard your voice did she bring her gaze towards you, and then lean down on your face to be able to kiss you. It was a sloppy kiss, that she knew about your juices, but at the same time you could feel an unusual aftertaste of feelings that attracted you to each other like magnets. You didn't have the courage to think it was…attraction? No, it felt like much more. As if two people at the ends of a long red thread were finally to find each other. They were thoughts too complex and out of your reach to be able to contemplate in that moment of ecstasy and lust, you were two worlds too different to understand each other, despite this you were fused as in a single flame, or like two waters of two springs in a single stream.
Your hands grabbed the edges of the armor that covered her chest and toned and sculpted torso, trying to remove it, but with little success, afraid of breaking it because of your carelessness.
"I want to see you" you gasped, kissing her again, your lips captured her bottom, pulling him gently towards you, making the warrior moan in a low tone, who in the meantime had taken your face in her hands, intertwining her now blue fingers between your hair "I want to feel your skin on mine…"
Namora broke away from you for a few moments, breathing heavily as she watched you as if she were having a hard time translating into her mind what you had to say to her; even her lucidity was failing. Her manner seemed to be less harsh and controlling than before her, but you knew her haste was the constant lack of oxygen. If only…if only you could breathe underwater.
"You're beautiful" you murmured shyly, placing a hand on her cheek to caress it, she tried not to wince, but her amazed gaze spoke for itself. I wonder if she understood you. Namora brought your face close to hers, until your foreheads touched in an intimate gesture. Your chests were close, your hands tried once again to undress her, but the woman gently wrapped them with hers, bringing them to the sides of her face, still wanting to feel the warmth of your soft skin on hers. Her expression was tight, as if torn about what to do. She would have wanted to give herself to you and worship you on that beach all night long if that were possible, however, her difficulty breathing was making her strength weaker and weaker. But she…she didn't want to leave you, not now that she'd found you.
“No possible…” her english was very primitive, her voice rasped from lack of air. She was contemplating something about her, while you watched her confused and at the same time amazed to hear her try to break your language barrier.
“I bring…the Flower. Then nothing…separate us” a flower? What was she talking about?
"What you mean? I don't understand” she shook her head, nervous that she didn't know how to explain it in your language, your eyes reopened, looking straight into yours, there wasn't much time left before the primordial need to get back in the water forced her to part from you. K'uk'ulkan was surely wondering what had become of her most trusted person, just as Attuma, her place of belonging was calling her back and demanding an explanation for her sudden absence.
The woman took your right hand bringing it to her heart, gasping slightly and not taking her gaze off yours she said: "Namora…" you looked perplexed at her needy eyes, almost like a puppy "I…Namora" she repeated insistently and that moment you guessed: she was telling you her name!
You smiled and bringing her hand to your heart, you whispered yours. She gave a hint of a smile, almost relieved, she had already painted that name a thousand times in her memory of her, even if she had discovered it only seconds ago, wishing you were doing the same too. Grabbing your face in her hands she pressed your lips in one last needy and chaste kiss, but so powerful it took both of your breaths away.
"Wait for me…I" the woman grabbed the mask, swallowing with difficulty "I...go...go back to you" she murmured before placing the mask on her mouth and taking a deep breath, under your bewitched and incredulous eyes of all that had happened that night.
You watched Namora cast a quick glance towards the sea, as if some invisible voice had called her back. She shook her head before reaching for her spear and headdress. She turned away from you as getting to her feet she walked quickly towards the sea. Before the waves could take her completely away from you, the woman turned towards your naked figure, studying you for a few seconds and then disappearing into the water, just as she had arrived.
She would come back, it was a promise you both were certain of. Your barriers would no longer be a problem, Namora thought as she swiftly swam across the depths of the sea, towards Talokan, her home. She would bring the antidote to you the next time you met and nothing, nothing would tear you apart again. The woman smiled, imagining and dreaming of you two swimming in the waters of Talokan, introducing you to her people, teaching you her culture and her language, tearing you away from the cruelty and dangers of the surface world.
In the meantime, you had tiptoed back to your little house in the now sleeping and silent village as a tomb. After putting on your pajamas you took the notebook you had brought with you and with a smile on your lips and your heart still beating, you wrote the title of your next novel: 'Calypso. A love lost in time'.
ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @imaginativethinking @mar-de-seentimientos @bloatedandlonly
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Mabel Cadena as Namora, Behind the scenes of Black Panther Wakanda Forever
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#mcu namor#namor of talokan#namora#mabel cadena#black panther wakanda forever#black panther#wakanda forever#tenoch huerta namor#namora x reader
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First of all, I love your Namor fics, all of them are perfect ❣️
I hope you would never stop writing about him ✨
Second point, I have this idea running through my mind, they're already parents but I wanted to know how Namor reacts at the pregnancy anounce. I can imagine reader really nervous to tell him and asking Namora for advice, and she was like "Just tell him my Queen. -Kukulcan, I'm pregnant-" and then he appears and Namora blushes because she screw up the surprise 🤣
This life’s sweeter than fiction (Namor x f!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader)
Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader
Word count: 500 words
Summary: Namora was the first one you told you were pregnant. She was the first one to tell your husband. (BY ACCIDENT, OKEY?)
Warning: Nothing!
A/N: Still in love with Namora, sue me
You were currently munching on some pieces of fruit as you watch Namora pace in front of you, her hands on her face as she once again tried to coarce you to tell Namor, your husband, that you were pregnant at the moment. You tried your hardest to not smile or laugh, her impatience on trying to come up with a well enough and fool-proof plan was the challenge.
“Bey u ch'a'abil.” Easy as that. Namora finished, putting her hands on her hips. She watched you unamused as you put another piece of fruit on your mouth. “In reina, k'a'abet a ya'al.” My queen, you must tell him.
“Kin wa'alik ti...Ba'ale' ma' bejla'e', xaan sáamal.” I’ll tell him, but not now, maybe tomorrow. You cheekily smiled, putting another piece of fruit on your mouth. “Ku ts'o'okole', ts'o'ok yaax yaantal estresando u yéetel uláak' ba'alo'ob, u ts'o'ok ba'ax taak in meentik estresar tu láayli' asab.” Besides, he's been stressing with other things, the last thing I want to do is stress him even more.
Namora groaned, closing her eyes. “Chéen dile, K’uk’ulkan táan in embarazada.” Just tell him, I’m pregnant.
Your eyes widnened when you saw him just behind her, watching you curiosly. “Namora…” You tried to shooshed her but she wasn’t paying attention.
“U séen máan Jayp'éel semanas, k'a'abet a ya'al.” It’s been now a few weeks, you must tell him.
“Namora…” You tried again, Namor now finally standing behind her, crossing his arms and raising his brow in amusement. “Namora, mak a chi'.” Shut up
“Buka'aj asab séeba'an u a'alik, ma'alob yaan utia'al tuláakal le u láak'obo'.” The faster you tell him, the better it is for everyone else.
You sighed, placing your hands on your face, grunting behind them, Namora watched you with confusion. You dropped them on your lap before placing a streinght smile on your face. “Sorpresa.” You pouted.
“Ba'ax?” Namora questioned you.
Namor cleared his throat behind her and Namora slowly turned around, not meeting his eyes. “Cha' k.” Leave us. She didn’t hesitated and bolted out quickly, diving into the water. “Something you want to tell me?”
You shrugged, focusing on the plate of fruit on your lap. “Utsil fruta?” Good fruit?
“In yakunaj, English.” He stood in between your legs, taking away your plate of fruit. “Try again.”
You groaned. “You look more handsome today?”
“Uh-uh. Again.” He kneeled, taking your hands and kissing them. “Something Namora was saying.”
“Ah.” You smiled cheekily. “You have beautiful butt.”
Namor smiled, shaking his head. “I know that. Try again.”
“You are not going to let me get away with it?” He pulled back and stared at your eyes. You sighed. “Namora already spoil the surprise, I don’t see why should I tell you again.” You pouted.
“Try again.” He repeated.
“Fine.” You groaned again. “I am pregnant. Happy?”
He kissed you deeply. “Yes, even though I would had prefer if you told me days ago.”
You stared at him. “You knew?!”
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May I request a Namora x OC Fisherman?
Namora comes face to face with Y/N…
Y/N: hello
Namora: hello. D-do you come here often?
Y/N: on occasion
Namora: perhaps you could visit more often?
Y/N: I think I will
Namora actually blushes…
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#namora#Namora x reader#black panther#black panther wakanda forever
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Namora x wife!reader𓆝♡🌊
you and namora got married a little while ago, you a person from the surface who had many important things on the surface, and she someone from the bottom of the sea, an entire kingdom that she fought to protect.
an unlikely couple isn't it? everyone thought it wouldn't last the two of you, but here you are, fixing up the house you and she were to share.
you came up with the idea of going to live near the beach, a house that would be yours and hers. of course, K'uk'ulkan didn't like the idea at first due to the hatred on the surface, but seeing the happiness of someone important to him together with someone else, he let namora visit you and help you with the move, of course with very careful for no other surface to see next to you.
second day of moving, you were taking the boxes in, unfortunately namora weren't there.
right on the day the heavy boxes arrived.
you were angry and sad, she had promised that she would help you today. you didn't have half her strength, compared to her you were minuscule in the sense of strength.
with your thoughts of how you'd be ignoring her for the rest of the day when she arrived you didn't even hear her come in through the bedroom balcony.
you screamed when you felt someone hug you from behind, you looked and were relieved to see namora there.
Ba'ax a necesitado bejla'e'.
(Are you needy now?)
you said as you let go of her and she was confused by your reaction.
"Ba'ax a k'áat a wa'al."
(what you mean?)
you ignored what she said and went back to picking up the boxes and getting tired of so much weight you were carrying, you felt the weight leave your arms and see namora holding the box and putting it in your room.
"Cha' in beetik".
(Let me do it.)
she said as she picked up more boxes.
5»No, meetej. Ts'o'ok u meentik."
(No, I do. I was already doing it!)
you said as you tried to pick up another box but failed as your body ached.
"Kulen!"
(Go sit!)
Namora said and helped you to go to the sofa in the living room and make you sit there.
you watched her carry the boxes with ease.
after a while you went to get up to make some coffee, but then you felt namora pull you by the waist and make you go back to the sofa, you grumbled and crossed your arms in defeat.
you watched her make something in the kitchen and come back to the living room with a bowl of cut fruit.
"janal"
(Eat.)
you took a piece of the fruit and ate it.
a silence remained between you two.
".. Ma' taak ka'ach in meentik a luchar utia'al u bisik le cajas, u juro, yaabilmech taal ka'ache' utia'al a wáantik. Ba'ale' Yanchaj jump'éel káajal imprevisto. Ka wu'uyik".
(I.. didn't want to make you struggle carrying the boxes, I swear, I wanted to come earlier to help you.. but there was an unforeseen event.. I'm sorry.)
you looked at her and looked at what she was wearing, she wasn't wearing the clothes you were used to seeing, today she was wearing an orange dress that went down to her feet.
"Ma'alo'ob"
"It's fine."
you said as you finished eating the fruits.
Namora sat next to you and made you lay your head in her lap.
she started stroking you cheek and then stroking your hair.
☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒🐠༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆
#attuma x reader#namor imagine#namor x reader#namor fic#namor fluff#namor x y/n#talokan#namor fanfiction#namora x fem!reader#namora x reader
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how do u think Namor, Attuma and Namora would react to a partner with a genital piercing? 🤭 i have a VCH and think they’d like it. esp if they didn’t know there partner had it until you know
Anon, you a real freak. I was shook when I looked up this piercing!
Namor is a nasty lil' bitch. He would see it & smile like a wh0re. I feel like he would play dumb and ask "What's that?" even though piercings are popular in Talokan. He'd make you explain it with your legs wide open and soaking wet.
Namora wouldn't be surprised...externally. She seems pretty stoic (outside of her cussing out Namor's old ass!) Inside, she would be shocked & aroused that your pain tolerance is that high. She would see it and run her hands up your thighs. Her eyes would light up.
Attuma is impressed, obviously. He would be the one to say something nasty in Mayan to make you blush. Ba'ax coño jach jats'uts. (What a pretty pussy). I think his weird ass would ask to touch it. I would go as far as to say he would get a Jacob's Ladder piercing to make the sex better. (Namor would get the ring)
#my asks#namor x reader#namora x reader#attuma x reader#smut#alex livinalli#tenoch huerta#mabel cadena
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TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG | Namora
☆ premise: namora acts unusually when she gets home, so you decide to find out why.
☆ pairing: namora x fem!reader
☆ warnings: fluff, comfort, kind of evil!attuma mention
☆ a/n: i love her so much<3 i need more of her in future projects
"Good morning, querida." You said as Namora entered your home. "How did the visit to your cousin go?"
She didn't say anything, and instead of her usual greeting of a hug from behind and a kiss on your cheek, she immediately retired to the bedroom. Your eyebrows furrowed as you swam after your significant other, wondering why she wasn't paying you any mind.
Namora sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground and fidgeting with her hands. Something was on her mind. You just didn't know what. You knelt on the mattress, laying your chin on her shoulder from behind.
"What's wrong, Namora?"
She smiled weakly, shaking her head. "It's nothing to worry you about, in yakunaj."
"If it makes the great warrior Namora ignore her wife and forget to kiss her 'hello,' then it's something." You murmured as your lips brushed over her skin. "So please, tell me."
"Ever since the truce, I've been having doubts about K'uk'ulkan," Namora finally confessed. "I couldn't understand why he called a truce, nor can the others—which is why I visited him in the first place."
"And? What did he say?"
"He said that with the alliance with Wakanda, we'd be stronger once the time comes to attack the surface."
"Your cousin makes a good point."
"I think so as well. However, Attuma? Not so much. He and a few others continued to doubt when I told them." She sighed, throwing her head back to rest on your shoulder. "I don't feel so certain about Talokan's future anymore."
You placed a kiss on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around Namora. "Your cousin has been king for a long time. He knows what he's doing."
"You're right."
"When have I ever been wrong?" You teased, making the both of you chuckle. "Are you feeling better now?"
"I am." She turned around to face you, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. "Thank you, in yakunaj."
"You're welcome, querido."
"Before I forget..." Pulling you into an embrace, her lips latched onto yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you. The two of you were breathless when you pulled away. "I didn't get to greet my dear wife with a kiss."
A cheeky grin spread across your face. "Well, after our recent conversation I think I deserve a little more than that, don't you?"
#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ doll's fics#black panther#wakanda forever#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#namora x reader#namor x reader#attuma x reader#mabel cadena#namora#namor#attuma#mcu x reader#namora imagine#namora fic#namora fanfic
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Could you write something like Namors wife bonding with Attuma and Namora? Thank you <33
I hope you like it, I didn't know if the request was about adult content or not, but I decided to do it this way because I interpreted your request this way 💕
* = link +18
Imagine this beautiful woman being a pervert with you, your wife.
When you first met her, Namora was cold and distant, always focused on her work and taking care of Talokan.
Over the course of your relationship, you realized that she was totally different than you thought, Namora is actually hot, really hot.
After the first wedding night, as usual she woke up early, looked to the side and saw her naked wife.
An idea blossomed in her head, the best way to wake up your new wife is by showing her how much you love her, isn't it?
Removing the sheet covering you, Namora pressed kisses down her leg up to her crotch, slowly licked her pussy and watched you moan in your sleep.
"How long will you last until you wake up, pretty girl?"
* Just a few minutes later, you woke up sweaty and with a wet pussy, saw your wife, Namora, sucking on your pussy. Let's say the rest of the day, you two didn't get out of bed.
Imagine this great man being a pervert with you, his wife.
We all agree that Attuma is really very big. He really uses his size against you, you compared to him are just a doll.
Attuma is a good, honorable, loving, kind husband, whenever you have a problem he is there for you. Need to change a light bulb? Want to move furniture? He can move anything you want.
Do you want to be used as a sex toy?, He is the perfect husband for that.
Attuma has no pity for fucking you, he knows that you like to be used like that, nothing will stop him from fucking his wife until she's dumbed down until she can't think about anything but his cock anymore.
The day he sees you being too nice to another man, just because that man helped you carry some groceries, Attuma goes crazy.
"Do you think he can fuck you like that?"
"Don't ever ask him to help you again, you have a husband for that."
*With his strength he carried you with one arm and made you suck his cock deeply, while his fingers fucked your pussy.
*"When I cum, I will put you on the bed and fuck you until your brain forgets that man."
#wakanda forever#namor#marvel#mcu namora#namora sexy#namora x reader#namora#attuma x reader#attuma#mcu attuma#alex livinalli#mabel cadena#namora x y/n#namora x you#attuma x y/n#attuma x you#request#Lilibrownlabonita answer#namor x reader
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Namor, Namora, Attuma: teaching you how to swim headcanons.
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Originally was just gonna write this about Namor but because I love Namora and Attuma too, thought i'd add them.
A/N: Okay so in the final script of the movie it says Namor’s birth name is 'Ch’ah Toh Almehen' and I was just wondering if ya'll would like me to use that as the name the reader calls him from now on, or just stick with having the reader call him K'uk'ulkan?
Also: I've been changing Namor to K'uk'ulkan in my other fics I've written, as like he said, Namor is what his enemies call him, and K'uk'ulkan is what his people call him [the script says those in his realm]
I still think [if I don't use Cha'ah Toh Almehen in my fics for his name] that K'uk'ulkan still fits, as I think that's what his partner would call him [apart from the terms of endearment] and not Namor. Maybe, I dunno, let me know :)
Warnings: nearly drowning, that's it.
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Namor:
Namor had noticed how you stared at the water, like it was a stranger, as you walked along the shore at night.
"Something on your mind, in yakunaj(my love)?"
-You glance over at Namor, a chuckle leaving your lips.
"I was just wondering..."
-Hands behind your back:
"...how it's so easy for people to swim. Wish I knew how..."
-This is when he stops, and you mirror his actions.
"You don't know how to swim?"
-He has been alive for around 500 years and you’re the first person he’s met who doesn’t know how to swim.
-This intrigues him, and the perfect idea comes to mind.
"Well..."
Namor takes one of your hands, and begins pulling you over to the edge of the water.
-He stops, but he doesn't let your hand go.
"...let me teach you."
It's night, it's not exactly warm, and you're fully clothed. Still you find yourself agreeing to this because 'there's no better time to do things than the present.' right?
-Since it's the first time he doesn't have anything for you to hold onto as he hadn't known about your inability to swim.
-So you just hold onto him, and he keeps you upright with his hands held onto your waist.
-Gives you simple instructions since, again, it's your first time learning how to swim.
-Some playful words thrown in that makes you relax a little more.
-The next time, he brings you something to hold onto.
-And guides you, at first, making it easier for you to learn with simple instructions.
-Namor is the best person to possibly learn how to swim from, as he knows it best.
-Will give you a nudge along the way and as time progresses and he finds you are getting better he'll give you space. He stays nearby, though, and he'll watch with a smile.
-Praises you the whole time and even more when you become an amazing swimmer.
-Asks for your help when he plans to attack the Wakandan’s, and you let him know that you’ll be there.
-To see you come a long way makes him beyond proud.
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Namora:
Namora had decided to show you this beautiful hidden area of a beach for your second date.
-You can't stop the smile from growing.
"Báab wéetel?(swim with me)"
-Her hand held out for you to take so you can join her in the water.
-Only to be met with the guilty look on your face.
"Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal(is everything alright?)"
Finding that there is no point in lying, you admit how you can't swim.
-Namora's expression, one of surprise, soon changes into care.
-Then she approaches you, a hand still held out, and you wash as a smile falls on her lips.
"Yaan in ka'ansikech túun(I will teach you then)."
-Namora is very patient. She will be there with you the whole time not leaving you until you are both confident that you can do it on your own.
-Her hands on your waist, guiding you, walking- well, swimming- you through everything
-The two of you do this for a few weeks, returning to that same spot, to resume the training.
-Brings something for you to use the first time you swim without her.
-Though Namora stays close by because it helps to calm your nerves.
-Loves watching you get better over time, and is super proud to see your progress.
-Is there for you every step of the way and will encourage you alot.
-She does give you a nudge if you need it.
-By the time you become really good is around the time when everything happens with Wakanda.
-Namora tells you about the plan to fight them, and since you can swim, and pretty amazingly at that, you tell her you'll be there to help.
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Attuma:
-He had pushed you in the water to get you out of danger but he was unaware of the fact that you couldn't swim.
"A..." falling inbetween the crashing washes. "Attuma!"
-The water, heavy, pushing you down, filling your mouth with it's disgusting taste.
-Further away you're pushed, the harder it gets to stay above water.
-Then you begin to sink to the bottom, the heaviness of the water making it hard to breathe, making it hard to stay awake.
"Attuma." you say in hopes he'll realise that you need help and rescue you.
-As your sight begins to blur, and before you are surrendered to the sea, you're grabbed, and pulled out of the water.
-It's Attuma who pulls his mask off and puts it on you so you can get your breathing back to normal.
-Doesn't say anything until you're fully okay enough to talk and even then he's not sure what to say.
"Ba'axten ma' ta báab?" (why didn't you swim?)
"I...I don't know how"
-Attuma instantly feels terrible because you could have died thanks to him.
-It's not until a few months after that does he go to you and ask you if you would like him to teach you to swim.
-Waits for your hesitancy after that awful event, but he's surprised to hear you say yes pretty much straightaway.
-Will lead you back up onto the surface, taking you somewhere where it's more secretive and gives more privacy.
-Then he turns back to you, "Ts'o'ok a li'iskaba?(are you ready?)."
-When you nod he leads you into the water, handing you something to hold onto.
-Is a bit hesitant at first, which is a first. He'd nearly lost you the first time you were in the water [the first time without a suit].
-Though to see you relaxed and wanting to do this calms his nerves.
-Stays by your side despite you having something to hold onto.
-Attuma is a serious person. He is strong, a warrior, fearless. When he had nearly lost you, though, he hard become softer. Softer than he already was with you.
-Will continue to feel guilty for nearly killing you.
-This is why he isn't hard on you and is very patient with you, because you deserve to be treated this way.
-He owes this to you.
-Will give you encouragement along the way, and corrects you in a friendly way if you have done something wrong.
-He may not be hard on you but he'll still correct you if you have done something wrong cause it helps a lot.
-You're so happy that he's your teacher, you have learnt so much from him.
-When your lessons are over you thank Attuma for everything but he lets you know that, again, it's the least he can do.
-You try and let him know it wasn't his fault that you nearly died because he didn't know but he still blames himself.
#namor#namora#attuma#namor x reader#namora x reader#attuma x reader#black panther wakanda forever#tenoch huerta#mabel cadena#alex livinalli
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Soooooooo….I just watched Wakanda Forever and I decided I will start writing for a few characters from the movie. For now it will be:
Shuri
Riri
Namora
I will still work on my current wips but please send in requests for these characters! (But make sure to read my guidelines beforehand)
You can make requests here!
Update: I got so many requests that I’ll have to close those for now. I‘ll work on the ones I’ve got now and let you know when my requests are open again.
#namor#namora#attuma#shuri#riri#wakanda forever#namor x reader#Namora x Reader#attuma x reader#shuri x reader#riri x reader#fanfiction#requests
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Namora meeting and falling for a female superhero from the surface. Powers are up to you.
In love with this request omg strong woman x strong woman
Please keep in mind that I am not a big fan of the MCU, I mainly like black panther, that is why I focus less on reader, her powers, and her hero life, and more on her relationship with Namora :))
Warnings: fem! reader, enemies to lovers (kinda), violence, spoilers for Wakanda Forever, not proofread
-The first time Namora saw you was when her and Attuma ambushed Shuri, Okoye, and Riri in America.
-You went along with Shuri and Okoye for the mission, your powers were extremely helpful and you had been close with the Princess and General for years
-When the warriors of Talokan ambushed you, you were quick to jump into action, and you clashed swords with Namora
-You two fought until Shuri asked to be taken to Talokan
-Namora lowered her weapon, and you adjusted out of your defensive position as she walked towards you, resting a hand on your back as she placed a mask over your mouth
-For the time you are in Talokan, Namora doesn't seem to leave your side. You figure it's because she doesn't trust you, that she's prepared to run her sword into your neck if you dare to attack
-That is true, but the Talokanil warrior has taken an extreme interest in you
-Your powers were ones that she has never seen before, you posses the power to control water, it has her questioning if you are a mutant like K'uk'uklan
-You are able to boil, freeze, and even heal all with water
-She also can't deny how her heart swells whenever she sees you, and she doesn't know why, and that annoys her.
-When Nakia shot the Talokanil woman, Namora watched as you frantically healed her despite Nakia commanding you to leave with her
-Even though you were successful in saving her from death, there mere atack of violence towards his people still angered Namor greatly
-She requests one thing to her king before he leaves to attack Wakanda, find the surface dweller, the one with water, and bring her back
-You agree to come back to Talokan, making Namor promise that he would spare the life of Queen Ramonda, and leave Wakanda alone.
-You're kept in the same cave system as you were before, Namora standing guard once again
-You two grew accustomed to each other's presence, she observed you and you observed her.
-Even with the language barrier, and the lack of words Namora said overall, you soon started to feel like you knew her like the back of your hand
-One question still rested heavily on your shoulders; why?
-You two were sitting in silence, until you lifted your head. "Why?" You question, tilting your head. Namora seems to understand you.
-"You intrigued me." She responds, you don't understand, you knew that the effort was useless without a translator.
-Despite the lack of words you shared, you two grew closer and closer. You two now shared domestic moments, you help fix her up after battles and she watches you as you eat, staring at you as if she's looking for your approval of her food.
-Namor starts to teach you some Maya, mainly due to Namora's frustration. He also stands in as a translator.
-She asks all the questions she has about you, you ask all the ones you have about her, and you get answers.
-From that point on, your relationship suddenly changes tones
-It would start with short and simple touches, you placing a hand over hers as she stresses to calm her down.
-Marriage wouldn't be Namora's top priority with you, it is up to you if you want a lavish ceremony. One thing is for sure, Namora wants to be your partner for all of eternity.
-Namora lets her walls down around you and you only, whenever she comes home late and you are already sleeping, she will climb into your arms and seek your comfort.
-You two soon fight alongside each other as warriors for Talokan. You become someone who has a home both in the sea and ocean.
-Namora gets very nervous when you leave for missions if you decide to return to hero work, though she tries not to let it show.
-If you don't return when you promised, Namora feels like she needs to burn the world in search for you, but she knows that the rational option is to ask Shuri if she has heard from you and wait for your return.
-Namora isn't big on PDA, nor affection at all, but she'll hug you like she's about to lose you at random times.
-"What's wrong, Namora?"
-"...Missed you."
-"I missed you too, my strong girl."
-She doesn't use nicknames a lot either, but sometimes 'My [Name]' and 'Love' leave her lips.
-Namora is a very quiet and cold partner, but she is the most devoted woman you'll ever meet, and she would burn the world for you.
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Imagine being on attumas lap
His hands spreading your thighs open as you cockwarm him. Namora is looking down at you faking sympathy and rubbing your cheek while you squirm and whimper trying to find stimulation off of attumas thick cock. He’s just there smirking seeing you wiggle and feeling your hips squirming and making some advances towards his cock.
In conclusion I want to cock warm attuma
Also wtf this is the dirtiest shit I’ve wrote
OH MY GODS, BESTIE! I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE READ THIS CONFESSION AND I THINK IT'S ONE OF THE BEST I'VE EVER READ.
If I could make a sandwich between attuma and namora I would have no objection your honor, I would accept my cruel fate 🫠🫠
Anyway, I wanted to contribute, and if you have other ideas to share, please do it. My ears open and my legs too:
Imagine Attuma's hands gripping you tightly, every time you try to find a minimum of relief, making you whine in need, as if the large size of the warrior between your warm and pulsating walls that gradually expand, wasn't already enough to make you lose your head and make yourself falling apart.
In the meantime, Namora's hands explore every inch of your body, caressing it and brushing the most erogenous parts with your nails and lips, with the aim of gathering your every slightest reaction. You often moaned softly, while your body jerked slightly or had a small spasm, thus making you rise and fall a little on Attuma's erection making you mewl even more.
It doesn't matter if you are a mere human, a warrior like them or their queen or princess, Namora and Attuma love to worship your body and at the same time reduce you to a weeping mass of gasps and moans that doesn't even remember its name anymore, if not theirs.
"Look at you, if you really want me to start thrusting inside you, just don't act like a brat" Attuma says before slamming his hand towards your buttock. Crying out your body jerked once more onto the warrior's cock, receiving another small jolt of relief as your butt moved closer to his broad, strong hand.
"So needy…" Namora didn't stop removing that fake compassionate expression from her face and getting your bodies closer and closer to each other, she slid two fingers on your swollen and wet clit, massaging the bud of nerves with circular gestures. A louder and perhaps broken moan escaped you as your foreheads touched and your lips were apart.
Your hips began to move towards the warrior's fingers with fluent and fast gestures, but Attuma's firm hands did not hesitate to grab your hips in a tight grip, making you slide along her entire thick cock, until every inch was welcomed inside you and both of your lower abdomens attached, making you arch your back in pleasure and preventing you from moving while Namora's fingers kept moving.
"Stay" Attuma command you almost with a growl and in front of your lucidity and coherence now reduced to ashes you could not help but obey and be at the mercy of these two expert predators.
In conclusion...2022 has taught me that I am a slut for underwater beings, even though I am afraid of water
*also if you want to identify yourself with an emoji, anon-bestie, would be easier for me to distinguish you from the various anons
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I would actually think of Namur still being king and Y/N being the bodyguard - she would never make the first move, but if questioned, she would admit he's the only man for her. I'll fully admit I'm cheating here because that's the plot of a story I have in a completely different fandom.
see bodyguard!reader is giving me she would actually fall for attuma or namora because those two are basically his right hand people and a bit like his bodyguard already because they're willing to go to war for him, fight along side him, and just throw it down at a drop of a hat.
so i imagine reader butting heads with them like "you don't need to kill first and ask questions second" and attuma being like ???? anyway and smirking when he gets blood splatter on her uniform. and namora and her training to the point where is it foreplay? are they going to kill each other? no one really knows!
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