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inklore · 1 year

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No because Namor literally has such a size kink. Especially since he’s so fucking thick and big. I wanna be face down ass up him pulling on my hair while he tells me how much of a slut I am. I wanna be spanked too rip

i completely agree that this man would have a size kink, i do believe he’s a bit cocky about certain parts of himself: how strong he is, powerful, pretty sure in the comics he gets many many women, and we know IT’S big. so he’s definitely cocky in a classy way though, like a way where he doesn’t need to brag, he’s going to show you, prove it to you, he doesn’t need to do all these outlandish human male ego things because he’s just going to put it all into action, why would he need words??

but with that being said i do think he would have the dirtiest mouth in bed, it’s going to be said in a poetic-ish dirty way that’s going to make your eyes roll into the back of your head ok!!!

You can’t tell which part of him is causing you the most pleasure—or pain; his fingers in your hair as they pull at your strands making a pleasurable ache burn the back of your skull, or his nails digging into the flesh at your hip as he keeps you in place, in that perfect spot—arch—that has his pelvis slapping against your ass roughly, or maybe it’s his words.

The tumbles of mixed sentences in English and his native tongue, the way he shapes them into something so beautifully filthy makes your body heat even more.

“Your body craves this does it not? It has to. The way it stretches and opens up for me. Calling me home. Where I’m meant to be, where you take me so well. As if your body were made for me to take like this. Claim you in the ways a god would a decibel.” He grunts, his palm running down the curve of your hip, over your ass, and between your legs where the two of you are connected. Where he can spread you wider, “and you’re so eager to take me, aren’t you?”

You can only answer him in a muffled cry. A cry that sounds like a hymn to his ears.

And when he picks up the pace, when he knows you’re so close to coming, he’ll bend forward putting his mouth to your shoulder, teeth nipping your skin as he says, “say my name. Say it like a prayer you humans give to gods who never listen. I’m listening, yaakunaj.”

#yaakunaj means ‘love’ btw!#namor smut #namor x reader #namor x you #namor imagine #namor x y/n #namor headcanon #namor x female reader #namor #namor blurb #black panther smut #thots !#▸ laur answers

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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The reader and Namor having late night conversations about what their baby might look like and each hoping the baby has their partner’s adorable features

I once believed love would be burning red, but it��s golden (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader

Word count: 356 words

Summary: You couldn't sleep, so you woke him up to discussed how your baby would look like

Warning: Prepare yourself to read the purest form of fluff

A/N: I'm a sucker for daddy!Namor, sue me

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

“K'uk'ulkan.” You whispered at the night, when he didn’t respond, you traced your fingers over his cheek gently. “K'uk'ulkan.” You tried again.

The yawn that escaped him made you smile as you shifter to his side, your forehead bracing on the little space between his jaw and his shoulder, his hand began tracing your side, taking his time and pleasure on the smooth texture of your skin. You close your eyes, and your breathing settled into a slow, even rhythm. You couldn’t help but to think about your baby, would they look like him? Would they look like you?

“You are thinking very loudly.” He whispered against your hair, leaving a kiss on it. You hummed in pleasure. “You should be asleep.”

“Ma' páajchaj in.” I couldn’t.

“English, you still need practice.” He smiled at your huffing. “You wanted to learn.”

“I cannot sleep.” You huffed. “My head is not letting me sleep.”

“Is that so?” He gently moved you to the bed, turning his body to face you, leaning on his arm. “What is your mind thinking about?”

You bit your lip, trying to stop your smile from forming. “Will she look like you?”

“She?” He smiled, “You think we are having a daughter?”

You hummed, your hands caressing your stomach. Namor’s eyes quickly followed your movement, his hand dragging upward the clothes that were hiding you away from his sight. “I can feel it, I hope she has your eyes.”

“My eyes?” He repeated, smiling at the confession. “But yours are prettier, like the most beautiful jewels that could have ever existed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then, I hope she has your nose.” You traced his with your fingers. “Or your smile.”

Namor couldn’t help but laugh. “I hope she turns like you, as beautiful as her mother is.” He kissed your forehead. “What if we have a boy?”

“I still hope he looks as beautiful as you do.” He stared at you with so much wonder, he sometimes wonder how lucky he was that life decided to put you on his way, he kissed you again, showing all his feelings with that kiss.

#namor imagine #namor blurb #namor fluff #namor fic #namor fanfiction #namor x you #namor x reader #namor x y/n #black panther imagine #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #tenoch huerta #this is pure fluffiness

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Listen I don’t know how it gets to this point but the idea of Namor fucking you in his room in the cave with all his paintings, but it’s MESSY like y’all have paint smeared on your bodies, smudged a new painting on the wall that hadn’t dried yet, you’re body sweating and leaving marks all over eachothers bodies, the whole fucking place is just TRASHED

And how embarrassed you’d be after when you both thought you’ve cleaned up, but Namora comments on the paint on your neck (and how Namor would be smiling all smug lmao)

Our Secret

A/N: My hand slipped. No beta, so if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry.

18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

warnings: mutual pinning, mentioned of male masturbation, vaginal sex, wall sex

Namor of Talokan Masterlist

It started off with stolen glances between the two of you.

His eyes followed the path of your brush stroke against the cool cavern wall, then slowly they traveled up your arm, then your shoulder. To the slenderness of your neck, his eyes linger, watching and wishing to taste your skin on his tongue.

Then up his eyes linger on your lips, watching almost tentatively and imagining the way those soft, pillowy flesh would feel against his.

It's almost foolish the way he felt himself getting hard at the sight. His grip on his own brush is almost too hard that the little thing is almost breaking in half.

Then your curious eyes shift to meet his hungry ones. It's borderline desperation the way his gaze would linger and how hard he's swallowing by just your presence there. It's a torturous affair for him, yet he craves and longs for it. He loves the way your scent would linger in the cavern and envelopes his hunger with the ghost of you whenever he's alone.

He must admit that he found himself giving in to his own needs once or twice already. His hand would be moved on its own and stroke the half-hardened shaft to the image of you. Of course, he felt like shit afterward, knowing full well that he shouldn't, yet every time you and he share a space, all of his rationality dissipated into thin air.

Just like now. The hunger and needs to have you are more than apparent. The wordless exchange between the two of you is simply too much to bare.

You swallow for a brief moment, only to find yourself being crushed against the cool cavern wall. His lips descend upon yours almost too quickly for you to realize what's happening.

His tongue and teeth are everywhere. His rough, calloused hands dig into your skin almost imprinting them right to your bones. His touches are as hot as the sun itself, and you wouldn't mind being burned by him.

Next thing you know, you find yourself being wrapped around his waist. Your clothes are lying on the cavern floor. Your arms wrap around his neck as his lips are still covering yours, swallowing whatever noise you emit.

And without any hesitation, he enters you with a swift motion, making both of you moan out in unison. There is no softness to this. It's a pure need from all the unsaid attraction you both have been feeling for these past months. A passion that is as hot as the sun itself, yet none of you seems to care of either of your burn from each other.

His hips move with desperation and eagerness that make your head spin. Sweats slick your bodies as the small room fills with nothing but the sound of your bodies. You can feel every fiber of his muscles move beneath your fingertips from the effort alone.

It's almost too much yet not enough. He would move to lie on the table, causing all the paint pots to fall and clatter all around you, but there is no sign of stopping. Your nails drag across his back in a desperate attempt to hold on to the last bit of your sanity.

K’uk’ulkan is determined more than ever to bring you to release. His movements become more and more erratic as he feels your body slowly closing in around him, and before he knows it, you came with a muffled scream as he continues to drive into you, using you until he reaches his own release.

Silence fills the small cavern, except for the sound of your heavy panting as both of you slowly come down from your high, and once more the shared silence between the two of you continues, yet there's a mutual understanding of this little secret you share.

Both of you part way, yet there's a lingering look you share when you leave the room, and for the first time, you notice the way the smile finally reaches his eyes, melting his deep brown eyes like the way the earth softens right after the rain just falls.

A couple of days later though Namora points something out as you and the king silently work on the mural once again.

"Is that gold paint stuck to your hair?"

You turn to her, but she has already looked straight at the king beside you with a knowing smile. Heat flares up on your face as you glance to your right, directly at K’uk’ulkan, and he too has the same smirk that makes you want to crawl under the table and hide.

#linda answered #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor smut #namor blurb #mcu namor #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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Prompt List

Prompt week is HERE! Pretty simple just in which prompt you want from any category for the character of your choice. (Erik, Namor, Shuri, or T'Challa.) You can even mix and match 2 different ones. I will be working on requests all day today so send them in! This goes all all week ending Saturday. Some may be short but that depends on what comes out my brain. Now for the prompts

Fluff

Palm kisses

Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder

A kiss on the temple

Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand

Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade

The playful kiss on the tip of the nose

Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

Kissing the crown of the head

"I’ll give you a ride"

Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)

Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed

Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder

Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret

"I can’t regret mistakes that led me to you"

Leaving notes everywhere for them to find

"Is that my shirt?"

"Home sweet home

"How about a kiss before I leave?"

"You remembered."

"Come here, let me help you."

Smut

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

"They're mine"

“I want you now”

“Use your tongue”

“You can get louder can’t you”

“Don’t cum yet”

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“Stay quiet"

“I told you to stay still"

“I promise I’ll be good”

“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent”

“I bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel really good”

“Don’t give me that look”

“Take it off slowly”

“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”

“Don’t worry I’ll take of you”

Friends with benefits

“We’re in public you know”

Angst

"Their blood is on your hands."

"Everyone I’ve cared about has either died or left me. Except for you."

"You mean nothing to me."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"We’ll see each other again."

"Why does it feel like this is goodbye?"

"You’re the one good thing left in this world."

"It’s okay. You can let go."

"You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you."

"I can't lose you again!"

"You were dead, I saw you die."

"I'm real. I'm here."

"I never meant to hurt you"

“I guess we weren’t as compatible as we once thought.”

“I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

“I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could.”

“I’m done trying with you.”

“We had a good run, didn’t we?”

“You’re a mistake I’m never going to regret.”

"Why can't you let anyone in?"

Prompt credits: @onewhoturns // @rainysoot // @nightprompts // @sultrypotter

#blurb prompts #black panther #black panther imagines #black panther prompts #shuri #namor #erik killmonger #tchalla #fluff #smut #angst

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stuckybarton · 1 year

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so i'm gonna be posting chapter 12 in a few, but i'm already writing chapter 29 as we speak [need the backlogs cause i'm about to burst in a few with the baby lol] but i just want to share this shit with you guys:

“Will you ever hurt me again because of who I am?”

He blinked, was this your fear? But then again, it was not without reason. He had thrown you into the water to drown when he had accused you of being a spy. But now it was different, the situation was not of your own control—and he knew with all of his heart he will make it right one way or another.

“No.” He spoke with all the promise he could give to the single word. “But I will burn every single one of them who had hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“With my life and with my soul, My Queen.”

if only you guys knew how happy i am with writing this series. this is the first time in a long time that i actually enjoyed writing something and thank you for the continuous support. i'm sorry i don't reply as much as i used to by when everything is all settled, i'm digging to reply to every chapter from the very first chapter down to the very end.

#heads under water series #heads under water snippet #stuckybarton rambling #namor x filipina! reader #namor blurb #namor series

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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in this lifetime (3)

Not opening the box ended up being the best idea. Also setting it back outside a couple meters from the safe house was also a good idea because it ended up going off in the middle of the night. But you know you would’ve been fine. The others... not so much.

A mysterious blue mist emerged from the open box (as shown on surveillance) overnight. And now you were wondering what it meant.

You and the rest of the group are standing around the box with masks on. Peter, for some reason, double masked. (Spider-Mask and face mask).

“But like we didn’t die so that’s good.” Peter says

You nod your head, “True, true. But I still don’t like the idea of this box being out in the open.”

“I mean we haven’t gotten any activity. Maybe this is it.” Sam wonders out loud.

You begin to shake your head, “No that’s not it. Something about this is off. We should move out.”

“I agree.” Bucky tags on.

He unnerved you to say the least. It wasn’t anything he did. Per say. If you can count his existence as something unnerving without sounding like an absolute hater. And you didn’t hate him.

You just didn’t understand him. Or, more importantly, how he was still alive. You had seen him multiple times over the span of about 100 years now. He’s an anomaly.

“What do you think, mission leader?” Peter asks you.

You look at him. Then at Sam. Matt. Bucky.

What you knew in your mind that you weren’t sharing with the others was the fact you knew of a select few people who could have a blue mist like that in the footage from last night. One of whom you used to have a massive crush on.

It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t. What would he want with the surface world and how could he be linked to the mission?

“I think I should make a call.” You say.

Without giving any of the guys time to ask who you were calling or why you were calling them, you walked back into the cabin. He wasn’t easy to call. But then again he did owe you a favor.

In your hand you conjured up what you need. The seashell he had given you as parting gift all those years ago. You breath in and place the shell up to your mouth, then breath out.

Hopefully Namor would answer.

#Bucky Barnes blurb #Bucky barnes imagine #namor imagine #namor blurb #marvel blurb #marvel imagine #itl

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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NSFW Masterlist Part 4

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Roger That, Over

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Sweet Smoke

Being Friends with Benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen

MCU

Dom!Druig Makes You Beg

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader - Wall Crawling Lover Boy

Namor x Fem!Reader - On the Waves of Pleasure

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader - Warm on the Inside

Edging the Moon Boys

Moon Boys + Breeding and Creampies

CALL OF DUTY

Domestic Smut Headcanons with Ghost

Ghost Can't Keep Quiet

Sub!Ghost with a Mommy Kink

Ghost's Mask Stays on During Sex

Ghost Stamina Headcanons

Ghost Using Sex Toys

Ghost Marking You

Ghost + Condoms

Ghost with a Breeding Kink

One Night Stand with Ghost

König with a Breeding Kink

General NSFW Headcanons with John

Bondage with John

Task Force 141 and Alejandro being Overstimulated

Size Kink with König

Ghost and König + Primal Kink

First Time with Task Force 141 and Alejandro

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Wedding Night with Tengen Uzui

Kidnapped by Akaza

Fun Under the Table with Tengen Uzui

Breeding Kink Blurb with Tengen Uzui

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Cockwaming Dazai

Overstimulation with Fyodor

Fyodor Punishes You

Worshiping Fyodor

Pain Play with Nikolai

CRITICAL ROLE

Grog Strongjaw x Fem!Reader - Rough Around the Edges

NSFW Letters D, E, I, K, R with Percy de Rolo

First Time with Percy, Scanlan and Grog

Scanlan x Fem!Reader - Sing Me Your Song of Pleasure

Percy de Rolo with a Baby Fever

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Put on Display

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Conquest in the Sheets

THE WITCHER

Geralt x Fem!Reader - Bad Influence

First Time Having Someone as Big as Geralt

BLUE LOCK

Bachira Using Your Panties to Masturbate

Friends with Benefits with Sae Itoshi

Chigiri Rails You Over the Table

Breaking up and Getting Back Together with Sae Itoshi

Bachira Going Feral on You

NSFW Letters B, F, J, K for Sae Itoshi

Praise + Cockwarming with Mikage Reo

Chigiri Blingfolding You

Reo and Nagi + Facesitting Headcanons

Rin Itoshi Wants You to be Loud

Threesome Blurb with Sae and Rin

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - In the Eyes of God

Yuuji Itadori x Fem!Reader x Sukuna - The Mirror Effect

JJK Men when You Have Big Boobs

AVATAR

Miles Quaritch x Fem!Reader - Alien Needs

Jake, Quaritch, Tsu'tey, Tonowari + Mating Season

Tonowari x Fem!Reader - How It Should Be

Aonung x Fem!Reader - Under the Surface

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - Hate You Fuck You

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Green Colored Lust

Leona Chases You Down

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Wedding Night Frenzy

GENSHIN IMPACT

Al-Haitham, Childe and Ayato when You Fake an Orgasm

Genshin Men when You Call Someone Else's Name During Sex

Dainsleif and Kaveh with Sex Pollen

Pantalone x Fem!Reader - Just Say Yes

Genshin Men with an S/O who Loves Their Big Chest

Ayato, Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli when Their S/O Cries After an Orgasm

Genshin Men with an S/O who likes to Hold Hands During Sex

Dottore x Fem!Reader - His Greatest Achievement

Closet Sex with Bodyguard!Capitano

Pregnancy sex with Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli

Genshin Men when You Laugh in the Middle of Having Sex

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Sit Down and Shut Up

Fatui Harbiger Men + Size Differance

Being Cumdrunk and Cockdrunk with Genshin Men

Threesomes with Genshin Men

Make-up Sex with Diluc, Xiao, Scaramouche and Al-Haitham

Diluc x Fem!Reader - Darknight's Undoing

Shower Sex with Childe, Dottore, Pantalone and Al-Haitham

ARCANE

Sneaking Around with Vander

Finn x Fem!Reader - Within These Halls

Vander with a Breeding Kink

First Time with Cassandra, Grayson and Ambessa

Vi x Fem!Reader - Brawler Who Got the Cream

STRANGER THINGS

Billy, Eddie, Steve Fingering Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - Like Fire in My Skin

Steve Watches You Masturbate

Missionary Sex with Billy

Eddie, Steve and Billy + Being Loud or Quiet

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Dabi x Fem!Reader - Dirty Dancing Through Life

BNHA Men Fingering You

Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader - Disciplinary Action

STAR WARS

Din Djarin Blindfolds You

Darth Maul Catches You Masturbating

Din Djarin with a Baby Fever

#cod x reader #kny x reader #critrole x reader #genshin impact x reader #arcane x reader #the witcher x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #hotd x reader #blue lock x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #stranger things x reader #jjk x reader

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nellycanwrite · 1 year

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His Queen

K’uk’ulkan x Filipino!Reader Blurb

Summary: K'uk'ulkan pays you a visit to ask you to become his queen.

Rating: PG 13+

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: Filipino!Reader is inspired by Marvel's equivalent to the Filipino Superhero Pearl Pangan, also known by her hero name Wave. You can control water and have the same capabilities as a Talokanil, but you are still a land-dweller born and raised in the islands of Mactan, Cebu Philippines.

It is also worthy to note that I have not included any Yucatec Maya phrases despite Namor speaking in his mother tongue as respect to his language. Therefore his mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

This work is a connecting piece to His Timeless Love. Both can be read separately and in any order.

Hidden by the waves of saltwater was a man. But not just any man; K'uk'ulkan. The feathered serpent god from myths old and from legends foretold. Yet his divine countenance could not compare to your own. The water bent by your will, aides you at your beck and call. It surrounded you like a halo of shimmering fractals that danced around you with the flitters of a sea faerie from folktales. It was as if the sea was your bidding, yet it obeyed you like a knight to its queen. Such prowess came from disquieting origins, yet you wielded it proudly. Regally.

He was enchanted by you.

There were no words to describe the blossoming heat from his chest, traveling from the pulsing veins of his fingertips down to the tingling crunch of fine white sand beneath his bare feet. You moved with the grace of dancing anemone, glowed as brightly as the stars of the evening sea that guided him through the throes of the darkened currents. No matter how many times he would see you, his breath always hitched. Time always stopped.

Time was no concept for an immortal such as he, yet he found himself counting every precious second when he basked in your company.

"I know you're there." The sea rippled around him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"How did you know?" He rose from the depths of the water and stayed by the shore's edge. The waves lapped at his winged feet pleasantly like a greeting from an old friend. His eyes trailed across your back as you glided your arms in a dance of tradition with the water accompanying your movements.

"You're not subtle, K'uk'ulkan," you did not turn to face him, but you regarded him with a sliver of ocean water snaking across his arms. K'uk'ulkan held the urge to let a pleasant shiver run down his spine. You chuckled, "I saw you peeking your head from the shore."

"Is it unpleasant for you? For me to disturb you from your rituals." He asked. Your hands stopped.

"Never." You did not bother to correct him that your idle movements weren't rituals. It was mere movements controlled by the crashing waves upon the loose sand, imitating the flow of the currents that shook with each stroke. An impulse, maybe. An urge to dance with the hymns of your orient motherland.

You finally turned to face him, eyes locking with a magnificent earthen oak. He chose this moment to shorten the distance between you, his fingers finding solace at the supple of your cheeks. He caressed the lids of your eyes free of seawater and lingered a kiss to your brows with a satisfied smile.

"Then why call me out?" There was a mischief behind his words hidden beneath the whispers of ardor. You smiled.

"I would rather have your company than to let you linger by the sea. I know you wish for the same."

You noticed his breath become albeit ragged—although it was but a sliver of a puff of air—so you willed the water to sustain his skin from the blistering heat knowing full well that he would stay with you until nightfall. The sun of Mactan, Cebu on the high end of summer's afternoon was one of the hottest recorded in any index; it would harm K'uk'ulkan if you were to let him stay under it any longer. A thin dome of water covered the both of you and the light bounced off from the water to your skins. Picturesque as it might seem to the eyes of an onlooker, there was something much more beautiful in the eyes of K'uk'ulkan.

And that was you.

"Thank you, my love." He spoke in his mother tongue. It was as pleasant and melodious as the wind chimes from your rattan house. It always filled you with immeasurable joy for him to use his language to speak so softly with you.

"Always," you guided him to sit on the sand under a nearby coconut tree, water covering you at every step and wetting the exposed skin of K'uk'ulkan. A question prodded in the forefront of your mind as soon as you were settled and huddled between the serpent god's legs, his arms wrapping around your waist and head buried on your shoulder, "why have you come to visit, my king?"

"Do I need a reason to see my queen?"

You sighed and shook your head, leaning back against his frame and turning your head to kiss the shell of his pointed ears. "A land dweller cannot be queen, K'uk'ulkan. You know that."

"Yet one lay in my arms at this very moment." He tightened his grip on your waist and peppered kisses against your neck. You tried your best not to humor his need for attention despite the growing heat that formed on your nape and cheeks.

"The people need a queen that is of Talokan blood. I can't simply take that role."

"Your achievements speak for itself," he raised his head from your shoulder and kissed your cheek, "you have saved Talokan from the hands of scientists who tried to scour through the depths of our oceans, kept our secret well-hidden from the land dwellers, and you have kept your promise of aid to my kingdom in times of need. We have seen you divert ships away from our home with your riptides and currents."

"That is hardly a reason. I've only repaid a debt."

"And what debt would that be?"

"Sparing me," your hands snaked towards the hands that locked itself on your waist. You drew circles against his skin as he sighed in content at the moment, "you had every reason to kill me when I stepped through the entrance of Talokan. You were a king who protected his people—I was sure I was going to die by your hand that day."

"You intrigued me," he supplied, his hands now taking yours and intertwining your fingers together, "you did not yield under my threats nor did you use the name my enemies have called me when I have antagonized you."

"Namor," you tried, the name foreign to your tongue, "I much prefer your real name, K'uk'ulkan. And why would I make an enemy of the king of a civilization that I have intruded?"

"You might be one of the rarer sane land dwellers."

"I try." You gave him an amused shrug.

"You are also special, my love," he added, his mother tongue chiming through the warm pacific winds, "my people already revere you as a god of their own."

"Me?"

"Do I really have to spell every word?" He placed two fingers on your chin and made you look up at the flowing dome of saltwater that you are effortlessly maintaining with your powers, "you control the sea. Our life source is at your beck and call. You can breathe like us, swim like us, and you could withstand the pressure of Talokan. You have garnered the love of our people."

"Your people." You corrected him. He shook his head and adjusted himself so he could lay his forehead against yours.

"Our people," he stared into your eyes, the rich earthen gaze reflecting that of his love for the sea. With it also came the tremendous love he had for you; his queen. No one was fit to rule by his side but you. Although there might be reservations from others of his kingdom, they cannot refute the fact that you—an entity that controlled the tides of their home—were to be revered. Respected.

Your benevolent rule will be the legacy of his choice. And it will be living proof for the people that you were the only rightful queen to sit by the right hand of his throne.

"You hold the strength of the sea at your whim, yet you choose kindness above all else. But you do not hesitate to use force when it is necessary. That is the true makings of a ruler. Your judgment astounds me, your beauty is simply divine. You are perfect, my love."

"K'uk'ulkan…" his name was like a prayer to your mouth. It was ironic, you might say, for the prayers of the god of the sea fell into his attentive ears and returned the favor with worship—as if you were the divine entity and he the disciple. You felt his hands creep into the back of your head and pull you impossibly closer, his fingers tangling with your dampened hair from the obedient water from the ocean's tide, his lips fluttering with the tongue of praise to you; his god. He regarded your meager stature like the statue of a Santo Niño. Holy. Sacred.

He uttered your name in a breathless whisper that wavered the dome of water from your command. He might have found that amusing enough to release a minute chuckle. He was the only one who could sway your otherwise earnest control.

"This I ask again, will you become my queen and rule Talokan by my side?"

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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

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

To Claim a King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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Maybe like SHIELD agent reader with Namor for #7?

You had been called in from your first day of vacation. You couldn't even get a full day off without SHIELD falling apart it seemed. You hadn't even been briefed properly before you were shuffled onto a jet to an undisclosed location. They had captured a 'person of interest' that seemed to want to speak to you directly. Why you? Who knows, because you didn't.

10 successful missions, working with the next generation of Avengers, and taking down a multidimensional traveler had burnt you out and you were really not in the mood to deal with whatever was waiting at the end of this plane ride. You looked out the window as you tried to wrack your brain in search of who could be a SHIELD asset off the coast of Mexico.

You landed on top of a spartan building and led down deep into the bowels of it. You wondered when SHIELD would have more inconspicuous out postings for their international holdings. You didn't doubt that SHIELD had enough international power to keep this base a secret, but you doubted that the locals felt safe. You reminded again of why you had joined SHIELD in the first place, to change how they operated. Needless to say you hadn't been all that successful so far. You shook your thoughts away as you followed the agents. The depth at which they led you made you nervous. This much security meant that whoever SHIELD had caught was powerful.

You finally made it to what had to be the bottom floor and were led to a set of double doors where Nick Fury stood. He nodded to you, "Sorry to cut your vacation short, but you were summoned specifically by name."

A dry chuckle slipped past your lips, "Short is one way to put it. I hadn't even been gone a full day and my phone was ringing. I knew I should have chucked it into the ocean before I left the base."

"We still would have found you. Maybe a helicopter on your front lawn would be a bit distracting but I'm sure you would come running," Fury deadpanned.

"I'd shoot your pilot if they landed on my roses. So maybe it is better that I kept my phone. Are you going to tell me who is 'summoning' me or are you going to keep me on the edge of my seat?" You prodded as Fury led the way through 4 doors deep of additional security doors.

"You'll see. I'm interested to learn how he knows of you. I was under the impression that only the Wakandans and a select few, not including you, knew he even existed," Fury raised an eyebrow at you. But you weren't paying attention. Your mind was racing trying to connect the dots. Someone only the Wakandans and a few others knew about. Someone that knew you?

The doors parted and your eyes widened as the tanned figure in the glass cage turned. You followed Fury but stopped short while the Agent continued closer to the glass. The doors behind you shut with a hiss as Fury turned to you expectantly. Your eyes were glued to the brown ones of the Talokanil King as he smirked at you.

“This is what I was called for? You?” You said in a hushed disbelieving tone. Namor didn't reply as his eyes roamed your figure from head to toe. You turned to Fury, "You didn't capture him, you know. This wouldn't hold him. He's here willingly."

"I am well aware of that. But it helps the others feel safer when we put on the façade of locking him behind steal. So are you going to explain to me how you know Namor of Talokan or will I have to ask Shorts over here?" Fury crossed his arms.

You didn't speak as you looked between the SHIELD agent and the regal man who was still smirking at you behind the glass.

Fury sighed, "Normally I would be happy to see you so tight lipped. Alright, your majesty, how do you know my agent?"

Namor stepped closer to the glass, still locking eyes with you. "You don't want to tell him do you?"

You didn't reply. Fury glanced between the two of you, starting to get agitated. "What do you want with her, Namor? We all know you are here willingly, but why?"

Namor ignored him and addressed you, "It's time to go home now, wife."

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Thank you for playing

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inklore · 1 year

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

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

pairing: namor x queen!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, In yakunaj. But–”

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

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

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

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

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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I was watching endgame the other day and I was wondering how would Namor react if he witnessed his s/o dissapearing in front of his eyes? Can you add a lot of angst? I really want to be destroyed :)

I reached and you were gone (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 544 words

Summary: Thanos's snap not only affected the surface-dwellers.

Warning: Angst because Infinity War and Endgame destroyed me to the core

A/N: I went to see black panther again and let me tell you! I fell in love with him again and I'm not ashamed

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It started with an abrupt wakening and sweat covering your body. You didn’t knew what was happening, your body felt strange, like something wanting to claw its way out of your body with choking desperation. But you couldn’t place what was wrong.

You tried to put it away from your mind as today was an important day, you were designated by the elder to bring K'uk'ulkan his food for the week, it was a great honor, something you never thought you would be in charge of.

It felt good to believe that the elder see you as capable enough for this duty, so when they gave you the basket full of different kind of fruits and vegetables, you knew you couldn’t mess up. You were confident.

But that strange feeling was still inside of you, deep, deep down, there it was, that strange electricity that wanted to wash over your body with something, something you still couldn’t place.

You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back into reality.

It was quiet in his room, you noticed him painting on one of his murals, you couldn’t help but smile at his art. You carefully walked into the room, trying your best to not disturb his peace, you knew how stressful he has been after the several attacks the surface-dwellers had been made to each other, all of you could feel the vibration of the waters with their wars.

You stumbled with your next step making you frown so you stopped.

“Je'el u páajtal a p'atik te'elo'.” You can leave it there. He told you without taking a glance at you, his fingers taking a bit more of paint before touching the wall. “Níib óolal.” Thank you.

You carefully place the basket on the floor, you wiped your forehead, your hand coming away slick with sweat and you began wondering why your body was betraying you this way. This wasn’t the first time you had asked to bring something to K'uk'ulkan, why were you acting this way? You tried to move but you couldn’t the sensation was becoming stronger, you lifted your hands to your face when the numbness was starting to affected them. That’s when you saw it.

You gasped, tripping on the basked and falling to the floor. Namor quickly turned around, his dark eyes watching you crawling back towards one of the walls, he stood up quickly and made his way towards you.

His hands grabbed your arms, trying to keep you in focus. “Ba'ax le jéelo'?” What is it. Namor’s eyes searched yours and found only confusion. “(Y/N) t'aan tin wéetel.” Talk to me. He could see the fear on your eyes, your hands quickly grabbing his arms and he felt you shake in fear.

You opened your mouth to answer him but the only thing that came out was his name, your eyes becoming unfocused before everything turning to black.

Namor’s eyes widened when you slowly disappearing in a pile of dust, his breath quickened as he stood up, turning around his cave, trying to find you but he was completely alone. He felt a soft breeze and his eyes saw how the dust that covered his floor softly dispered.

You were gone.

And he didn't know what to do.

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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His Sacrificial Offering | Namor

Summary: You were sent to be his, and his you shall be; both body and soul

Word count: 2.0K

Warnings: brain rotting smut ahead. Little plot, just thots. oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. Breeding kink, cum dumping, slight mention of possessive behavior. Romance undertone if you squint.

18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

A/N: Tenoch Huerta be pulling me out of my writing slump, and here is the result. I hope you liked it. Little plot, but somewhat coherent (I hope). No beta either, so if I do miss anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this little blurb, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated 💛

Part 2

*** Do not copy, repost, or translate anywhere else.

Your eyes fluttered close as a long shaky breath drew out of you. Pleasure clouded your judgment–perhaps you were too drunk of this ecstasy that at this exact moment you have forgotten that you were no more than his offering.

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, imprinting his touch into your skin–burned to your very bone. Sweat trickled down your temples while your legs shook from the intensity of it all.

The desirous torture came to a close when Namor pushed his thick fingers inside your sopping pussy. Your body jolted, hips bucked forward as he pushed his digits all the way to his knuckle.

His name fell from your lips like an incantation–breathless and enamored by his touch. Your voice was desperate and eager, hoping it would be enough for him.

Namor’s breath wavered at the way you were squeezing his fingers–so tight, so eager, and oh so perfect for him. His little sacrificial offering.

His, he thought with a smirk etched on his lips, cracking his stern visage in that instant. His heart swelled with pride at the prospect, and suddenly his thought was replaced by his carnal instinct, and the thought of having you round, and heavy with his seeds excited him.

“Mine,” he muttered before his mouth latched onto your nipple. His velvety tongue flicked over the stiff bud. His cheeks hollowed as he was sucking on the soft mound. His eyes stared up at you again, and this time it felt more primal. It felt like you were burned alive while being doused by pure ecstasy all at once. You groaned as your body eagerly responded to his attention.

His lips moved to the valley between your breasts as he kissed his way southward. His tongue grazed on your skin, tasting the salt of your skin and marking you, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His mouth continued to move southward until he settled in between your thighs. His palms smoothed over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. For a man his size, he was surprisingly gentle with you–perhaps, a bit too gentle.

Namor was trying to restrain himself not to be too rough with you. After all, mortals bruise and can get hurt easily. A part of him wanted to do more though, but his conscience said otherwise.

You sucked in your breath when you felt his mouth descend upon your throbbing core. All of your rationality flew right now as his warm, velvety tongue grazed over your swollen heat. It excited him how willing you were to be his.

His tongue swept over your swollen cleft again, this time he made sure to collect the slicked nectar on his tongue. A low moan reverberated from his chest, shooting right through your pussy. He glided his tongue over your opening, rimming it, pushing the tip into it that had you scrambled under his hold.

Namor kept you in place though by that strong, steely grip of his while he worked your swollen clit, reducing you to nothing more than a panting mess.

“My king…”

“Hmmm?” he asked as his mouth was still on your cunt, licking and fucking at your tight hole with shallow penetration.

“My king, please,” you gasped as your hips bucked forward to meet his mouth.

“Please what, my sweet?

You felt almost frustrated by the question, but you were in no position to be mad at him. You were his, and he was free to use you however he saw fit.

“Please let me come,” you pleaded almost pathetically as if he hadn’t let you do just that too many times over.

A gleam in his eyes made your heart shudder as he continued to lick at your fold and thrust his tongue into your tight hole that made you dig your heel into the soft bed. Your pussy was practically aching by the time you hit your first climax, but of course, the king wasn’t done with you yet.

Pulling back, Namor was now seated between your legs. His hand wiped off the gleaming remnant of your juice on his face. His hair was disheveled and messy. Some stuck to his forehead as perspiration dampened his skin. Raking his finger through his hair, he leaned forward and spoke.

“Bring your knees up to your chest. I won’t ask twice” he said in his deep timbre voice that sent a tremor straight through your glistening pussy. You were throbbing and aching to the point where you started clenching at the emptiness, wishing to have more of him. Even just a little bit of him was more than enough–it was more than you deserved.

Trembling, you complied. You felt so exposed and oh so vulnerable, holding your knees open for him. Uncertainty plagued your mind as many thoughts swam through your head, anticipating the treatment that awaited you.

Yet you trust him.

Every molecule in your body shivered with needs as you stared up to meet those beautiful, deep brown sapphire eyes–molten and warm like how he made you feel at the moment. You could have easily used you for his own pleasure–yet his touches had been nothing of that sort. You felt like you were meant to be his from the very beginning. It was expected that you would receive him and serve him as he sees fit, yet–

“Tell me who you belong to.”

It wasn’t a request. His voice was firm while his thick fingers traced your slippery folds. His eyes gleamed between your nether lips and your face. There was an underlying intensity behind his gaze, and it sent your nerves into a frenzy. Your body trembles again as he continues to stroke at your folds, coating them in your essence. You felt lewd in a way as you lay there, baring your most intimate part to him.

“You,” you mumbled as he crashed his lips into yours for the very first time, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your body strained beneath him as he worked you over with his fingers. You were so wet and so slick that he had no issue with adding his third digits. The man was dexterous and oh so talented with his hand that you felt another wave of an orgasm slowly slither its way up your spine.

Your legs shook as your wall fluttered around him as his pace quickened. He was fucking you so hard and so deep with his fingers that his chamber filled with nothing but the sound of your wet, squelching pussy being fucked relentlessly by the king himself.

A string of incoherent begging fell from your lips once more as you neared your release. In a fit of a throe of passion, you came with a shout.

His mouth covered you instantly, swallowing your sound. His tongue flicked over yours, licking and savoring your taste. His lips trailed down along your jawline, kissing whatever skin he found.

With a swift motion, he entered you with a low grunt. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as he began to move, slowly at first. Your fingers dig into his back, feeling the way his muscles strained and cored from the movement.

You clung to him as if he was the only anchor that was holding you down. Your chest ached. Your body throbbed with a need that you’d never thought you had. Your body burns from the feverish pleasure, shattering all of your resolves.

Namor was trying to be gentle at first. Yet the more plunge himself inside your velvety heat, the more he felt like he was being intoxicated, and with every minute he spent inside you, he felt like all of his control and common sense were slowly eroded into nothingness. Every cell in his body screamed for you, and in turn, his movement became erratic. He was fucking you, rutting into you with a ferocity that made your mind scramble.

No sounds came out of your mouth as if all the air had been fucked right out of you. You came with an uncontrollable rush. His name was the only thing you could utter because he didn’t stop. He was still fucking you relentlessly, driving himself into you.

His hands spread your legs wider, and his thick cock sank deeper. His grip on your wrist seemed to tighten, shoving you down into the plush bed. Drooled slipped out of your lips as he continued to pound into you.

Again and again, you came, sobbing with pleasure. You were practically begging him to finish you, to fill you up, and Namor did just that. It felt like hours later when he began to slow down as he rode out his release, pumping his lust into the depth of your body, emptying himself with a deep guttural groan that sounded like the sweetest sin.

You turned to look at him. Your lips parted, panting. Your hand fisted the sheet beneath you to the point where it was aching. Your legs shook as the remnant of his release sputtered out of you and onto the sheet below.

Namor was slowly coming back to his senses. Every part of him was attuned to you as he stared down at your fragile form–so delicate compared to his, yet you were the only thing that somehow made him lose his mind. The fact that you have easily accepted your role as his offering was enough to drive him to the edge once again.

You woke up sometimes later to find him looking at you.

You realized that it was the first time that you were looking at the king right in the eyes. Your face was warmed by the sudden rush of heat. Your eyes quickly averted, casting down to his broad chest.

You knew it was stupid and childish, but the memory of what he had done to you was replaying again, and the distinct ache between your legs was proof of that. The slippery feeling between your thighs was also proof of what he had given you. You wouldn’t be surprised if the seeds had already taken root inside your womb by how frequently he had bedded you.

You’re not complaining though. To be in his good Grace was everything you’ve ever wanted. He had been nothing by spoiling you, adorning you with jewelry from head to toe, dressing you up in whatever fine things he thought would suit you. You were his to play with, you accepted this without any objection.

“Are you afraid of me?”

The question puzzled you so that you found yourself frowning slightly. Namor fought the smile that threatened to form on his lips.

“No, my king,” you answered. You realized how weak and hoarse your voice was.

Namor’s gaze softened upon the realization that perhaps you were slowly coming back to your senses. His calloused fingers traced over your soft, delicate skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You shivered, and he felt it. Namor pulled you closer. His heat and scent filled your head, making you feel at ease for the moment.

“Then why are you not looking at me?”

The question was a tease really. He was curious as to how you would react to him. He knew you were well pleased by how many times you had shouted his name, but there was this pleasure of hearing it from your mouth that made him eager to hear.

You chewed on your lips. How do you explain to a god that you were thoroughly fucked and thoroughly satisfied? Indeed such admission was a taboo thing to utter out loud.

“You weren’t too shy that long ago,” he added. Your eyes briefly met with his, and you could feel the heat now completely enveloping your face.

“My king, I–”

“No matter,” he smirked as slowly spread your legs apart again and settled himself between them. “I just have to make you talk.”

He watched you swallow the way you watched his cock come to life. All of your rationality wavered once more between needs and common sense.

But you knew which one won on this one.

Namor took his time again to show you again that you were more than his sacrificial offering.

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