#ch'ah toh almehen x reader

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Secrets and Trust

A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts

A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.

A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.

K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader

“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”

That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.

Lift me up

Hold me down

“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!” 

His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.

“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.

“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.

“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!” 

The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter. 

My heart never felt so full.

Keep me close

Safe and sound

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.

I cried for days.

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me in the warmth of your love

When you depart, keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.

It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.

“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.

“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.

“And you are sure there is no cure?”

He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.

But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.

“And you want me to keep it a secret?”

Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.

“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”

My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”

“About a year.” 

The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over. 

“I am so sorry, my brother.”

“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.

“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.

“… We only have a year?”

“Yes.”

Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me close

“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.

“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”

“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.

“Baba!” 

A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.

“Oh… T’Challa.”

Safe and sound

…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”… 

The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son. 

I know why, but… why? 

Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!

“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.

Then there’s a sound.

Fluttering.

Bird wings…           

“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”

I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?

Then he laughs.

Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.

Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”

“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.

Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.

“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.

“Again, you did nothing wrong.”

A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.

Drowning in an endless sea

Take some time and stay with me

Keep me in the strength of your arms

Keep me safe

“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”

He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.

“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”

“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”

Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)

I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”

“I have told you—”

“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.” 

My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name. 

Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.

This time he didn’t save me.

Safe and sound

… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.

There is no escaping it.

No Black Panther.

No warriors.

No winged god to take me away.

Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe. 

Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.

Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly. 

And his eyes.

Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?

My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.

… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much

And yet.

Not enough…

… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.

“You did this!”

“It could have been different.”

“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”

…

“Where are you, T’Challa?”

…

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”

“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”

“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”

Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.

“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me safe

We need light, we need love

The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood  in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.

We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.

Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.

And next to her… is him.

“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)

A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.

Then I tell her.

I tell her everything.

From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.

She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.

I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.

So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.

…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”

Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”

Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.

I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.

And yet I cannot stop.

I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.

Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.

So I cry more.

“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”

…

“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)

My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.

He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.

“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”

“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.

“—You’ll what, fishman?”

A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.

Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.

Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.

No.

It won’t ever be the same.

And it will only get harder. 

“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”

I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating. 

Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”

lift me up in your arms

“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”

The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.

(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love

Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.

And against my better judgment, I do.

(Keep me close) hold me, hold me

Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.

(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

More tears. More crying.

But this time… comfort.

(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”

I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”

I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.

A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

(Hold me down) hold me, hold me

“What?” I say breathlessly.

“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.

His name.

Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.

“I like it…”

His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.

(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

-----

The end (Horrible, I know)

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[feasibilities]

The reader is a surface dweller and is very pregnant. Reader is craving food that isn't from Talokan and is annoyingly trying to get Namor to get it for her. She says "I don't understand why you can't just swim there, grab the food I'm craving, and come right back. Babe, it's just a continent away." We all know this man can swim fast as hell but, he wants to stay with his pregnant wife.

Embarazo ⚘

Author's Note: This is just sweet, tooth-rotting fluff. I eat a lot anyway, so I couldn't imagine my food intake during pregnancy. Enjoy, anon! ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

"I know spicy pickles aren't healthy, but I really want some. Can't you just swim up there, grab a jar, and come on back? I'm carrying your heir, don't I deserve anything my heart desires? " You quipped, feeling the baby move.

Namor smiled and put his ear to your stomach. You playfully rolled your eyes as he could hear her heartbeat from feet away. He was being dramatic--and avoiding your question.

"Namor, please!" You begged.

"It is an entire continent away, love. What if you go into labor while I'm gone? What if Talokan is attacked?" He explained, kissing your stomach gently.

"Attuma and Namora are here. If all else fails, I will grab a spear & rebreather to defend our child." You beamed, overestimating your abilities.

"I will retrieve them for you, but you have to promise you won't leave this room." He commanded. He rubbed your stomach.

"I promise. My feet and ankles are swollen. We will just be here waiting for our pickled sustenance." You retorted & kissed his cheek.

He elegantly dived into the reef below and you sat down to have your pre-snack meal.

#namor x reader #namor fluff #namor fanfiction #namor #k'uk'ulkan #talokan #black panther #wakanda forever #ch'ah toh almehen #pregnancy #namor of talokan #tenoch huerta #my asks

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Twenty-Two

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Non-Graphic Birth Scene, K’uk’ulkan is Smitten with His Daughter.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.6k

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When you had discussed the birthing of your child, you had hesitated at the suggestion of an underwater birth. It wasn’t that you were against it, you just feared the unknown of your baby and questioned whether or not she would be able to breathe underwater, by gills or osmosis. You had spent many hours pacing back and forth while Namora tried to calm you down. Ultimately it was Tlalli who had sat you down and managed to reassure you. Which is how you ended up floating beneath the deep waves, K’uk’ulkan wrapped around your back and letting you squeeze his hands in a white knuckled grip.

You were trying not to break his fingers with your grip, but each time a contraction hit you your knuckles clenched in a strained grip while you tried not to scream. Why the fuck did women get pregnant when it hurt this much!? K’uk’ulkan pressed his face into your neck and whispered encouraging words in your ear, trying to soothe and lessen your pain.

“Focus on your breathing, In k'iino’,” He softly called, feeling your entire body quiver. You felt like snapping back at him that you didn’t know how to, when you breathed through your skin now, but your next contraction stole any words you might say. A strangled moan echoed through the water as Akna, a renowned Talokanil midwife, checked the progress of your labor.

“Tell me I’m close because I just want this baby out of me,” You rasped out. Akna checked and clicked her tongue, eyeing you.

“Would you like to start pushing, my queen.” You nearly felt like shouting at her.

“YES!” You howled, your fingers clenching K’uk’ulkan’s once more. You were half convinced that your body was going to split in half with the way pain was erupting along your flesh. To K’uk’ulkan, you screams of pain, the way you clenched his fingers, and the writhes of your body were something he never wished to see or hear again. Why did something so beautiful as bringing a child to life, have to cause you so much pain?

You couldn’t quite tell how long you had been pushing, trying to get this baby out of your body, but her first squeal was music to your ears. You would have collapsed back against K’uk’ulkan’s chest if you hadn’t been floating underwater, but he did cradle your limb body with his entire devotion. He nuzzled your neck, telling how proud he was while Akna swiftly handed you your daughter. The umbilical was still attached as she was pressed into your chest, but all you could stare at was her ankles.

“We are in so much trouble,” You whispered in horror, clutching your daughter to your chest and trembling in realization. K’uk’ulkan was immediately standing to attention at your words.

“What is it, In k'iino’, what is wrong?” He urgently pressed, his eyes glossing over both you and the newborn infant cradled within your arms. You carefully pulled up one of her legs to reveal a winged ankle.

“How am I supposed to keep track of her when she can fly!?” You whispered, your gaze turning to his in horror. “Ancestors, Ch'ah Toh Almehen, she could—“ K’uk’ulkan took your chin and pressed his thumb against your lower lip.

“Calm down, Y/N,” He reassured you, sliding his free arm to your waist. “You think you are alone in raising our child?” You blinked at him, worry still clear on your face. K’uk’ulkan smiled at you before pointing out one glaring fact that surely would reassure you. “See how our daughter breathes, my queen? She is one with the ocean and our people will gladly help watch over her. She has the sea to guide her.”

Looking down at your daughter, you did notice that she was breathing perfectly fine despite having no gills upon her neck and shoulders. Snuggled against your chest, your daughter gazed at you with eyes just like yours and skin and hair just like her fathers. She was sleepily blinking at you, the little wings on her feet feebly flapping. All that worry over nothing. You lifted a finger and traced her cheek, smiling when her little baby fist reached for yours. The moment tiny fingers wrapped around one of your own, dread filled you once more.

“Ch'ah Toh Almehen?” You asked, your head ever so slowly turning to face your husband. He was frowning once again.

“What is it?”

“I’m pretty sure she got your strength.” You replied meekly, trying not to wince at the strength of the fingers grasping your own. It was going to take all of Talokan to raise this little one, you were sure of it.

“Be at peace, Namora,” You spoke while your hands secured the fabric around your chest and back. “There is no place safer than Wakanda and our home, and should anything happen? We both know the little devil will just take off on her own.” You could have sworn Namora was reliving Yuritzi’s last incident in which she had managed to sneak out and fly off. It had taken at least an hour to track her down and return to your arms. That was only one of the many incidents that had happened since she had learned how to fly.

How ironic that your daughter learned how to fly before walking.

“Besides,” You continued. “You’ll be by my side the entire time and Abha will be with us as well.” Abha, an Orca that had taken to you, was obsessed with Yuritzi and at this point you were fairly certain that the deadly marine animal would kill to protect your daughter.

K’uk’ulkan was already in Wakanda at Birnin Zana with Attuma, meeting with Ramonda for a yearly alliance talk. You hadn’t been home since you left after the battle that nearly killed you, and it was time to visit your family. Certainly it was time that you introduced your daughter to Ramonda and Shuri. You had been on the fence on when to visit them.

For one, your daughter habitually broke out of her crib and cleverly evaded Zyanya and Tlalli who helped you raise her. K’uk’ulkan found her escapes to be endearing and funny, then you had pointed out that she might be able to slip out of the safety of her home. The look of horror on his face had made you laugh as he quickly called for Attuma to discuss making a tracking device for the little princess.

“Very well, my queen,” Namora answered bowing her head as Yuritzi kicked her feet against your stomach and you grunted.

“Yuritzi, In sáasil,” (my light) You sighed, wincing as your stomach ached. “Easy with the kicks, na' is not as indestructible as you.” (Mama) Yuritzi beamed at you, showing off her few teeth she had. No one could ever stay mad at her when she smiled, it was her secret weapon that had Talokan’s toughest warriors melting. Double checking that Yuritzi was strapped firmly to your chest and wouldn’t escape, you looked to Namora. “Shall we?”

“Yes.” You both moved to the water and began swimming to the mouth of the cavern. From there you met up with Abha, and began the trek across the ocean to Wakanda. You could tell you were getting close to the boarder of the country you once called home, hearing the subtle hum of the scanners that now graced the waterway entrance. K’uk’ulkan was a lesson well learned.

Approaching the barrier, Abha surfaced to reveal your and Namora’s forms to the border guards. The both stood to attention and you called out to them.

“Would you care to let us through?” You requested, keeping one hand on Yuritzi’s back in the event she got excited and wanted a look of her own. The guards immediately recognized who you were, of course, they would never forget their princess’s face… but they clearly weren’t expecting you. Regardless of their surprise, you were allowed through and surely your mother and the Dora Milaje would be notified. You’d never be able to surprise your mother. The question was… would she inform K’uk’ulkan?

Abha swam up to the fish market and parked herself near the other Orca’s currently playing with some children.

“They are having the time of their life.” You commented as you and Namora slipped from Abha’s side. Namora raised an eyebrow.

“The children?”

“The Orca’s,” You replied dryly with a soft giggle. While you and Namora were watching the children and Orca’s, who Abha was quick to join with a squeal and click, Ayo came striding over flanked by two other Dora.

“Greetings, Queen Y/N,” Aye spoke formally. “Queen Ramonda welcomes you back to Wakanda.”

“Hello Ayo, good to see you again,” You greeted warmly, rubbing Yuritzi’s back as she squirmed around to try and look at who you were speaking to. Ayo nodded her chin before her dark eyes dropped to the bundle of squirming limbs strapped to your chest.

“And who is this?” She questioned. You smiled and looked down at Yuritzi who was giving you a pleading face mixed with one of impatience. You stroked your fingers through her dark hair.

“This is my daughter, Yuritzi,” You explained, “and she is a little escape artist with a proclivity to fly away from her own mother.” As you spoke, Yuritzi beamed at you and squealed, several babbling sounds erupting from her mouth. “Would you mind directing us to where K’uk’ulkan and my mother are?”

“It would be our pleasure,” Ayo agreed before turning around and leading you to a new royal talon fighter. Namora was distrustful of the fighter, and you had to reassure her that it would not harm her, before she even entertained the idea of allowing you and Yuritzi on board. Even then, with you sitting calmly and playing with your daughter as the ship brought you to the citadel, Namora remained on high alert. By the time the royal talon fighter touched down outside the citadel, Yuritzi was passed out on your chest, positively exhausted from the brief moment of excitement from being away from home for the first time.

“Queen Ramonda is meeting with K’uk’ulkan and Attuma within the council chambers,” Ayo explained as you walked down familiar halls.

“And my sister?” You asked, your thoughts wandering to Shuri.

“The princess is in her lab.” The warrior explained, coming to a stop just outside the doors. “You should know, Queen Y/N, I do not think that Queen Ramonda nor K’uk’ulkan will be happy that you are here.”

You snorted as your lips twitched.

“Why does every seem to be forgetting the Queen part of Queen Y/N?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Ayo stared at you with her usual cool blank expression.

“They will be done momentarily.” You nodded at Ayo before moving towards the windows to look out the windows. Yuritzi stirred against your chest, her little fist pressing against your chest. You patted her back and hummed her back to sleep, you were still humming quietly when the doors behind you opened and you heard the familiar voice of your mother.

“…considering that my daughter still has not…” You glanced over your shoulder as Ramonda trailed off the moment she caught sight of you standing by the window. You smiled.

“Hello, mama,” You greeted warmly. While Ramonda stared at you as if she could not believe her eyes, K’uk’ulkan was striding towards you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here!? And without guards!? What of Yuritzi? The little one will escape! You know nothing holds her in! What if she—“ You turned in place mid sentence, revealing your daughter sleeping against your chest.

“My sea, if you would kindly lower your voice, or you shall wake her up.” You told K’uk’ulkan watching as his entire attention was diverted to the sleeping baby.

“In ujo’,” (My moon) He breathed, a hand automatically reaching up to caress Yuritzi’s midnight tuffs of hair. His eyes rose to meet yours and silent conversation passed between you. You sighed.

“I was feeling cooped up and figured that it was time for her to meet her other family.” You explained in English before nodding your head to Namora. “Namora was with us the entire time and besides, you think I’ll leave her with anyone else? The little escape artist will disappear in under five minutes.”

K’uk’ulkan sighed, knowing that you were technically correct, but wished that you had a full guard to escort you. Even with Talokan’s good relation with Wakanda, he was still highly protective of you and your daughter within the ocean. So he leaned his forehead against yours and nuzzled his nose with yours.

“Forgive me, my sun, I only imagine the worst when you are not surrounded by our people.” K’uk’ulkan murmured, his lips brushing against yours. At his soft and gentle words, Yuritzi stirred against your chest and drowsily opened her eyes. At first she blinked at you with her adorable grin, but then she seemed to realize who was standing in front of you, and let out a piercing shriek, her arms waving in your face. You took a baby fist to the jaw and winced. K’uk’ulkan was on her before you even had a chance to react. “Do not despair my moon, your papa is here.”

Rolling your eyes as K’uk’ulkan began unstrapping your squirming child from your chest, you glanced at Ramonda and saw that she had finally collected herself.

“Apologies for the shrieks, she get’s very excited every time she sees her father,” You explained as K’uk’ulkan hefted her up with his hands, a glowing smile on his face as Yuritzi squealed with laughter, her ankle wings fluttering with excitement.

“You have a child,” Ramonda softly spoke as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. K’uk’ulkan settled Yuritzi against his chest, holding onto her firmly so she didn’t make yet another break for it. He could withstand Yuritzi’s baby punches much better than your.

“Yes,” You answered, reaching up to brush a few of Yuritzi’s wayward curls from her face. “This is Yuritzi, and she is an absolute terror.”

“Yuritzi,” Ramonda repeated, looking at her granddaughter with a smile.

“Our Preciosa waal is as you count, eight months old and already able to sneak away from her mother.” (Precious daughter) You gave K’uk’ulkan a glare for how proud he seemed of that fact. His cheeky grin in response indicated he knew exactly why you were glaring at him. The absolute cheek!

“She get’s that from you, you know.” You griped, your eyes dropping to Yuritzi’s ankle wings. You then addressed your mother. “She figured out how to use her wings to get around before she even knew how to crawl. She’s an absolute menace to track down when she get’s out. I literally have to put a leash on her so she doesn’t get out.”

“Reminds me of a certain daughter of mine,” Ramonda countered, her eyebrow arched. K’uk’ulkan began chuckling while you huffed and then pressed a kiss against the side of your head, nuzzling your hair.

“Like mother like daughter, no?”

“Do you like having a place to sleep at night?” You countered, giving your husband a look. AKA: do you like sleeping next to me? Because if you do, I suggest you stop. K’uk’ulkan blinked at you, mirth still clear in his eyes.

“Very much so, In reina,” He replied cheekily.

“Then stop tempting fate, Ulwandle lwam,” (My sea) You told him firmly. “Now,” You turned back to Ramonda. “Ayo said that Shuri was in her lab? I believe I am due for a ‘I told you so’.”

“Indeed,” Ramonda confirmed. “We shall visit her, and while we walk, you must tell me all there is to know about my granddaughter.” As you waked towards Shuri’s lab, you told your mother everything there was to know about Yuritzi, including her superhuman abilities that tested your abilities to be her parent. Even after all this time, Ramonda had remained hesitant about K’uk’ulkan being your husband, let alone an ally of Wakanda. But hearing you talk about your daughter and watching the mutant man/god, it became painfully clear that while the moon does influence the tide, so can the sun… and you were K’uk’ulkan’s bright star.

Date Published: 7/30/23

Last Edit: 4/5/23

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[feasibilities]

Hijo de Satanás: Part I ♱

Warnings: Dead Dove/Do Not Eat, Bisexual Dom!Namor, Possessiveness, Power Dynamic, Choking, Praise K!nk, Trauma, Insecurity, etc.

Author's Note: This is my deep dive into Dark!Namor territory. I made him the egotistical bastard he was meant to be. Such is the nature of a God. Enjoy! ♱

Ch'ah Toh Almehen.  K'uk'ulkan. Namor. All 3 of these names have special meanings to him. The first was given to him by his dear mother, Fen. The 2nd was given to him by the close-knit people of Talokan. He created the 3rd after a Spanish priest cursed him before dying. There was one name that lingered in his psyche--Hijo de Satanás. He wasn’t oblivious to the darkness that lived inside him.

Although he was a beloved leader, his ruthlessness when provoked was an open secret. He didn't take kindly to being challenged. The horrors he witnessed were inconceivable. A hardened exterior formed around the winged god. When he buried his mother on the surface world, he took the lives of Spanish conquistadors with him as payback. More recently, he destroyed a military helicopter, killing both passengers. Talokan has been forced to relocate many times due to the advancement of ocean exploration & colonization. He was willing to do anything for his nation.

On a personal level, Namor made it clear that he didn't follow the scrupulous requirements of the surface world. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t try. His sexuality was fluid. Sexual escapades with men & women (or both at once) were commonplace. As disreputable as it was, he got off on being worshipped & being able to pleasure the people of his kingdom. There was little he could do wrong in their eyes. They weren’t judgmental like the people of the surface world.

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Life as Talokanil nobility was glorious. You worked as a scientific advisor. You conversed with him every day and kept him company as he painted gorgeous murals in his temple. He’d even let you paint with him. He was wise. He was loving. He was available. He became a dear confidant of yours. As time went on, he became more & more protective of you. Your time with other nobles dwindled. His flirtations became more obvious. You felt yourself falling for him but kept it friendly as you wanted to avoid any conflict of interest.

While discussing volcanic activity with a fellow nobleman, you saw Namor sit on his jade-embellished throne in the corner of your eye. His energy was off. You could feel his gaze burning holes in the side of your head. The nobleman took your hand in his, earning a sweet smile from you. You kissed him on the cheek, which made him blush. Namor slammed his spear into the mantle. It sent a shockwave through the surrounding water. Your coquetry was swiftly interrupted. The nobleman quickly gave his regards & swam away. Before you knew it, the enraged god returned to his cave.

As you arrived at his cave, waves of uneasiness washed over you. You wondered why he had free reign over any warm body in Talokan, but you had to play psychotherapist to him. You didn't mind the rapport that existed between you two, but the over-protectiveness was confusing. Your thoughts were interrupted by Namor surfacing from the reef below. You greeted him while he remained silent. Your face got red hot as he changed into dry clothes. His body was amazing. He looked at you with fire in his eyes & broke the silence:

“Ko'oten aca./Come here.” He said in a near-whisper.

You walked to him and looked down to avoid his stare. He gently lifted your chin. You resigned yourself to whatever punishment was coming. You decided to apologize to allay the severity of what was to come.   

“K'uk'ulkan, I am deeply sorry for my actions. It won’t happen again. Sa'asik in, Béet/Please forgive me.” You fretted.

He brushed his thumb against your lips. Testing the waters, you kissed it gently. He didn’t budge. You moved his hand to your throat, feeling him tighten his grip. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip. He then pulled you closer and you thought he would snap your neck.

“Such a tease. K'abéet a disciplina/You need discipline.” Namor sneered.

“Ts'áaten…Teene' je'el in/Give it to me. I can take it.” You cooed.

It took everything in him to not rip your gown off & fuck you to a sobbing mess. He never met anyone who was bold enough to challenge him the way you did. If he was honest with himself, it turned him on. He was going to put you in your place like he did so many others, but it wasn’t time yet. He needed to catch you when you least expected it. Such is the nature of a god.

“You are dismissed. Return to your room.” He said, a frigid attitude taking over him. He let go of you and turned away. You were deeply embarrassed. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You scurried away to your quarters.

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Later that night, you couldn’t sleep for obvious reasons. You decided to walk aimlessly around the cave to tire yourself out. Strange noises from Namor’s room broke you out your trance. As dangerous as it was, you decided to investigate. You heard the moans of 3 people as you moved closer. You peeked through the portiere and your eyes widened. A Talokanil commoner was writhing in pleasure as Namor thrusted into her at a vigorous pace. Another commoner kissed his shoulder while Namor pumped his  manhood furiously. Namor didn’t even look winded. You heard the male commoner sing Namor’s praises.

“Yes, K'uk'ulkan. Only you can satisfy me like this.” He cooed. Namor then leaned over and kissed him roughly. Your jaw dropped. You could’ve screamed out of amazement, but you didn’t risk it. Gossip of nightly rendezvous at the palace was swirling around, but now you had confirmation. You can’t deny that you dreamt of being in the positions of those commoners. From the looks of it, it was better than you imagined.

To be continued…

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[feasibilities]

Okay.....👉🏾👈🏾 if Namor draws his strength from water then if he and the reader have sex in the shower, namor would obliterate her cooch cuz he draws his strength from water.. (running water in this case)😅

Peele' ti' le ducha (18+) ☈

Warnings: Dom!Namor, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, etc.

Author's Note: If I'm being honest, I've thought of that too. If he sources energy from water through his skin, he is basically unstoppable on any coast in the world. Enjoy!

Namor was always a fantastic lover, but he was extraordinary underwater. You needed regular breaks when you two were there. You felt like he was going to break fuck you in half. He became more primal as the water acted as a shot of adrenaline. You wondered how he would be in the shower.

"Want to take a shower together?" You inquired. He nearly flew to the bathroom. You followed behind him as quick as you could. Before you knew it, he was completely nude. This was one of the rare times you saw his gills.

You two lovingly washed each other's bodies & hair. When you went to turn the water off, he grabbed your arm. His eyes were dark and his breathing quickened.

"We're not finished, yáakunaj. Turn around and put your hands on the wall." He commanded.

You followed his orders while he turned the waterfall shower head so it rained on you two. You shivered at the sudden sensation. He kissed your neck and ran his hands down your body. He brushed his fingertips against your clit & folds. Biting back a moan, you turned your head away. He grabbed your throat and pulled you back towards him.

"Don't tease..." You whined.

You felt him slide into you and heard a deep groan come from him. Your eyes fell closed as you tried to accommodate his size. He didn't want to wait, however. He started thrusting at a brutish pace, earning indelicate moans from you. He had a vice grip on your hips. The sounds of skin hitting skin & your moans filled the bathroom. You felt your arousal drip down your legs.

You reached down to grab his hand before he snatched your wrist and put it against the wall. He tried to keep his strength under wraps but to no avail. He suddenly turned you around & lifted your leg. You kissed him desperately. He entered you once again & thrusted roughly. You felt as if your bones were shaking.

"Jach ki'ichpam a wilik/You look so beautiful." Namor cooed, looking into your eyes. Once he was close, he rested his head in your neck. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You dug your nails into his back. You felt yourself fluttering around his manhood & a familiar warmth bubbled in your lower stomach.

You felt his seed spill into you, hearing him groan. You weren't far behind. He rested his forehead against yours & fucked you through your climax. He enjoyed seeing you unravel. The elixir of your lovemaking dripped down your leg. Now, you had no question of his powers underwater--regardless of where it was sourced from.

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[feasibilities]

In Diosa ♆

Warnings: Yandere Aspects, Dom!Goddess, Stalking, BDSM, Ultimatum, etc.

Author's Note: Just a random blurb about a goddess OC who doesn't take no for an answer. Enjoy!

Being a goddess means you have everything at your disposal. Almost every need or want was fulfilled by your loyal devotees & servants. Any challengers or dissenters were met with a painful demise. Your powers were limitless.

You didn’t have access to one of your desires though—Namor. You had watched him for about a century. You studied every detail about him. Every word, every attribute, every tale from anyone who knew him. He was perfect for you.

You learned that he was a mutant that ruled the deep-sea kingdom of Talokan. He was worshipped by his people, just like you. The Talokanil called him the Feather Serpent God. He showed no mercy to the prying eyes of the surface would. This made you yearn for him even more.

Some of your past lovers died from old age or sickness. Some were banished from after you realized they couldn’t handle you. Something was missing. You were meant to share eternal love with a god & a god only. You had to meet him.

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Near the Puerto Rico Trench, you sat on a jagged rock near a sea cliff. You were far from any shore. Waves were steady and the weather was mild. The frigid saltwater licked at your feet. The sun had just set, and the sky displayed beautiful oranges & purples. You felt the presence of all marine life around you. You could change anything about this, but you didn't. You enjoyed observing nature without intervention.

Feeling inspirited by your surroundings, you began to sing a siren song. It was the most beautiful melody anyone could hear--befitting for a goddess. The wind began to pick up. Humpback whales nearby began responding to your music. Your voice began to overshadow the susurration of the ocean.

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Namor's routine was interrupted by the sonority of chorale. This was especially unusual as Talokanil sirens only sung to lure intruders to death. As melodious as their songs were, they never sang like this. He worried if Talokan's existence was threatened once again. He decided to investigate.

Swimming toward the surface, he saw a pod of whales gathered near the bottom of a cliff. The clicks & bellows they made signaled excitement. This was another oddity as they would dive to feed at this time, and there was no food here. He swam through the pod as the song grew louder. Peeking his head above water, he saw a woman resting on a rock. At this point, he worried that he was dreaming. No human could've made it this far out in the ocean. He dived under & swam closer in an effort to stay covert.

Although you didn't see him, you knew he was close. You can't say that you didn't sing to lure him out, but you loved to sing anyway. You couldn't help that it caught his attention. Looking into the water, you saw his face. You stopped singing and smiled brightly. It was obscured by the movement of the water, but his eyes were stark. You fluffed your hair & waited for you beloved to greet you.

Suddenly, Namor's spear flew from the water and nearly went through your head. Luckily, you caught it in mid-air. You saw him emerge from the water and dart through the air like a hummingbird. It was clear that he anticipated an attack. He stopped & turned around quickly to see if you were dead. To his surprise, you were unharmed with his prized possession in your hand.

"Now, is that any way to greet a goddess?" You teased.

Namor remained silent in a state of shock. He was floored by your nonchalance. Your glamour was a plus. His pride stung at the fact he was lured like a fish on a hook. No one brought this kind of hysteria out of him.

Namor then rested on the cliff above and stared down at you. You heard him speak. His voice was like velvet.

“Who are you & what could you possibly want from me?” He inquired.

In the blink of an eye, you were next to him. He was even more gorgeous up close. You sat his spear down & caressed his cheek with your thumb. Namor felt compelled to pull away but didn’t.

“Love. You and I are just alike. Two gods locked in the prison of immortality. We’re made for each other. Eternity deserves our union.” You explained, brushing your thumb against the prickles of his beard.

Namor finally realized who had been watching him for all these years. He was alarmed by your overzealous sentiments but was curious about what you could offer. None of his past flames burned quite like this.

“I would destroy a thousand civilizations if it meant I got to lay next to you each night. Without you, I am nothing. I would go to the ends of the universe for you, K’uk’ulkan.” You confessed, leaning in closer. He kissed you gently and lingered for a few moments. Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm breath on your skin. You then kissed him back with wild abandon. You felt as if all was right in the world.

--

“Je’el in diosa/Yes, my goddess.” Namor purred, pulling against his restraints. His hands were bound to the headboard as you rode him. You felt every inch & vein of his manhood. Your arousal dripped down his shaft. Namor felt like this was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen: Your skin glistening with sweat. your breasts bouncing with every motion, and your face twisted in pleasure. He ached to grab at the plush flesh around your hips.

For days on end, both of you explored the sanctuaries you resided in and that of each other’s bodies. The delectation that was created between you was marvelous. Codependency was made as well. This was better than any mortal could offer you. You had finally achieved your century-long objective.

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[feasibilities]

Hijo de Satanás: Part II ♱

Warnings: Dead Dove/Do Not Eat, Kn!fe Play, Teasing, Blindfolding, Possessiveness, Worship K!nk, Ropeplay, etc.

Author's Note: 2nd and final part. Part 1 is here. Whew, it's a doozy. Enjoy!

Taglist: @urlocallsimp, @artaxerxesthegreat, @ladymac82, @m-e-d-u-s-a-e

♱

The next morning, you couldn’t help but stare at Namor as he made the finishing touches on his mural. Your embarrassment about his rejection wore off as you saw him in his unguarded moments, too. The same feelings quickly resurfaced when he caught you staring.

“Why do you keep staring?” He said, exaggerating his annoyance.

“My apologies, K'uk'ulkan.”  

“What do you think?” He inquired, standing back to view the mural in its entirety.

“It’s extraordinary. Teech jach talentoso/You are so talented.” You remarked.

“I couldn’t have done it without your help, yáakunaj.” He mused. You felt your cheeks become red hot.

Namor’s need for companionship was the bane of his existence. He had a deep love for others, but he couldn’t bare their mortality. He has witnessed generations of Talokanil births & departures. Knowing that the people he loved the most would eventually die & left him distraught. He worried that he would be left all alone, cursed by his immortality. This is why he was so protective of them, and of you.

“K'uk'ulkan, may I ask you a question?” You inquired.

“Of course.” He said.

“Why do you hate me? I know I flirted with my colleague, but I can’t understand your anger. I am loyal to you as the ruler of Talokan and my superior.  I am not your betrothed or your concubine. ” You critiqued.

Namor took a second to think of his response. Then, he spoke.

“I don’t hate you. I have loved you since I met you. I look forward to hearing your voice & seeing you smile. I would do anything for you if it meant that you would lay next to me each night. No man, noble or not, would cherish you like I would.” Namor professed.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew he had feelings for you, but you didn’t understand why they were so fervent. In your mind, most of his flirtations were just a part of his charm. Your attractions were there, but you were afraid. You shivered at the thought of his anger if someone brought harm to you in anyway. He was not to be tested.

“K'uk'ulkan, I…” You faltered.

“I need you. I won’t take no for an answer.” He commanded, pulling you close and gazing into your eyes. As depraved as it was, you felt aroused at him revealing his love for you. You felt like he would take over the world if you asked. That kind of codependency was tempting, but dangerous.

You brushed your lips against his & slid your hand under his cape, feeling the smooth skin of his torso. He was warm to the touch. You felt him tighten his grip around you while he started kissing your neck. You moaned quietly.

“This isn’t the time to hold back, le chan paalo’. We’re just getting started.” He cooed, licking your neck. You rutted against him to egg him on.

“I need you too…” You whispered. These 4 words made him pull away & stare into your eyes. His pupils widened.

“Kneel.” He said.

“K'uk'ulkan, I have the utmost respect for you but-“ you said.

“Don’t argue with me. Surrender your pride & kneel.” He interrupted.

Feeling rebellious, you refused and went to leave the cave. Namor was in complete disbelief. Before you knew it, he had a strong grip on your forearm.

“Are you defying me?” Namor accused you, his voice deepening. Fire was in his eyes. You only saw him this angry when Talokan was invaded.

“No…” You croaked.

“I thought so.” He said.

After pulling you to his to his room, Namor blindfolded you & held you still. You felt him kiss your shoulder & nip it lightly. He then picked up a dagger with a jade stone handle.

“Stay still.” He whispered. Your breath staggered when he pressed the flat side against your chest. Moving the blade up, you felt it tug at the strap of your gown before it snapped. He repeated the same action with the other strap. He grazed your collarbone with the blade, leaving a shallow cut. Beads of blood collected at the wound. You moaned at the sting.

“Intia'al utia'al Mantats'/Mine forever…” He cooed. He leaned down to kiss the cut & came back up to kiss you. His breath was hot against your neck. The metallic taste of your blood lingered. You grew tired of his teasing, but you were weary of provoking him.

His fingers found the wet, sensitive bud between your legs. He massaged it for what felt like hours but was just a few measly minutes. You whimpered desperately as arousal dripped down your thighs. You couldn’t see him, but you felt his eyes on you.

Namor then laid you on the bed & no started to kiss you all over. Your senses were overwhelmed due to the blindfold. You felt like your entire body was on fire.

“I-I think I’ve been punished enough.” You begged.

“Have you?” He teased, taking off his cape.

“Yes, I-

“Shhh.” He interrupted. You felt him tie your wrists together with rope. You started squirming in hopes that he would finally finish you off. You yelped when he pinched your thigh.

“Behave, In yakunaj. We’ll get there soon enough.” He snipped. He laid behind you and pulled you close. He lifted your leg & rubbed his tip against your entrance. You throbbed at the sensation. Sliding in ever so slowly, you turned back to kiss him to muffle your screams. You felt his arm wrap around your neck as he began to pump furiously. He nipped your bottom lip as you gasped for air.

Your consciousness wavered as Namor fucked every inkling of defiance out of your body. You kissed him in hopes that he would remove your blindfold, but to no avail. Pleasure was too plain of a word to describe the feeling that took over your body. You could die like this.

“I think you’ve earned the right to see, hmm? ” He cooed.

“Y…yes, K’uk’ulkan.” You whined.

Laying you on your back, he removed your blindfold. You were met with a rare glimpse of the Feather Serpent God in his most vulnerable moment. His eyes were full of passion. You finally understood why everyone fell for him.

You bit your lip in anticipation as he put your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your forehead and dug his nails into your thighs. You both moaned & watched as he slid in slowly.

“Cum in me, please…” You whispered. You stared into his eyes and put your bound wrists around his neck.

Before you knew it, he was thrusting into depths you didn’t know were possible. Namor’s moans grew louder and met yours. Wet sounds & skin hitting skin echoed in your ears. Your legs shook & you screamed as you approached your climax.

You reveled in the fact that the most powerful being you encountered was unraveling in your pink depths. He had the gift of sex from many women, but none punctured his psyche like you did. You were his, and he was yours.

His orgasm was explosive. His groans shook your eardrums. Bruises were left on the backs of your thighs. His entire body convulsed. The sweet elixir of your lovemaking dripped down your perineum. He pressed his forehead against yours and finally spoke.

“Mine forever, In yakunaj.” He whispered.

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[feasibilities]

Okay here's a thought I had recently. Reader and Namor are at a Tony Stark and the reader is drunk. The reader, is playing truth or dare with the Avengers and somehow a stripper pole comes out of nowhere and the reader is dared to dance on it. The reader is on the pole making her ancestors proud and Namor is sporting a stiffie. He didn't know she was that flexible. It can be a NSFW if you'd like.

Inebriated 🥂

Author's Note: I've never written for any Marvel character except Namor (late, I know). I just wrote my own interpretation of Drunk!Avengers. I made the reader a cosmic empath to raise the stakes a bit. Enjoy!

Parties at Tony Stark's home were legendary. Heroes, Villains, and Antiheroes put their differences aside to indulge in free booze & gourmet food. You were a regular at these parties, so you managed to make friends with The Avengers. A crush on the gorgeous feathered god, Namor, was forming. You already had him figured out, but you wanted to tease him a bit.

"Truth or dare, my fair maiden." Thor mused.

"Hmm, dare. I like a challenge." You slurred, nursing your 7th drink. You glanced at Namor & gave him a silly wink. He held in a laugh.

"Dance for us. There's a stripper pole in here." Natasha butted in, earning childish oohs from everyone else. You saw Namor tense up in the corner of your eye. He took a sip of his drink to dampen any anxiety he had.

"I don't see any pole..." You quipped.

With the click of a button, you saw a golden stripper pole descend from the ceiling.

"Can I have some music?" You said, standing up & taking off your jacket to reveal a beautiful catsuit. Natasha selected a sultry rock song for your performance. You thought Namor's eyes were about to fall out of his head. You purposely brushed passed him to rile him up.

You began twirling around the pole elegantly. As the song reached its climax, your dances got wilder. You felt your inhibitions melt away. Your flexibility was superhuman. Everyone was in absolute awe, especially Namor. He'd seen you fight before, but seeing you pole dance was unfamiliar territory. He felt as if he could pass out.

A familiar discomfort crept into Namor's lower half. Knowing he was aroused, you made occasional eye contact with him. He made the not-so-sly move of putting a pillow over his lap. Finishing up your dance, you curtsied and enjoyed the applause of your teammates. You then walked to Namor and hugged him from behind.

"I can do that without clothes too." You whispered into his ear.

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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Fourteen

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Couples First Fight.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.0k

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You had been wandering around the caves, your fingers trailing across the beautiful murals K’uk’ulkan had painted, when you came across them. And by them, you meant the deep water diving suits. To be honest you had stared at them in confusion for a good five minutes, scratching your head, before you realized what they were. But why did K’uk’ulkan have these? One conversation later with your man/god, and you learned that the suits came from the Surface World. You quickly decided to not think about how he had gotten possession of them.

K’uk’ulkan all to easily distracted you with an offer of your first glimpse of Talokan in person. So you found yourself stuffed in one of the chunky suits, carefully fitted and double checked for a seal, and then being tugged through the water. There wasn’t much you could do in the suit. You felt clumsy and heavy in it and were sure that you were just along for the ride.

“Are you sure you are okay, In k'iino’?” K’uk’ulkan asked for what you felt was the thousandth time. Twisting your head within the suit while the earrings he had given you jangled, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“My current status hasn’t changed in the ten minutes since you last asked me, Ulwandle lwam (My sea),” You replied, your voice drifting through the deep water. K’uk’ulkan gave you a look. “I am currently wishing I had the ability to stand the water pressure down here because it is beautiful.”

“We haven’t even reached the outfields of Talokan.” He gruffly said, though still pleased that you were enjoying the sights of the underwater realm.

“My words still stand and you know it.” You huffed as the lights on the diving suit came to light when you descended into darkness. Even with the bright lights blasting their way through the darkness, you still couldn’t see anything. “I’m hoping that Talokan has lights because I can’t see anything.”

K’uk’ulkan smirked at the soft comment that you had muttered more to yourself that him. If you had been impressed by the humble murals he had painted within his home, K’uk’ulkan looked forward to seeing how you were going to react once you saw the true majesty of Talokan. Following along the strong current that ran by the great underwater city, K’uk’ulkan gently tugged you away from the stream and through a school of fish to emerge at the fringes of Talokan. It was a little disorienting, the change of pace, and you felt yourself rattling around in the large suit. But the moment you righted yourself and took in your first view of Talokan, you found your breath stolen from your chest.

“Ancestors,” You whispered, taking everything you saw. There were fields of crops being tended by the talokanil, children playing games, people just going about their day like normal. While you were rendered speechless, K’uk’ulkan smiled and tugged you along to give you the grand overview of his beloved city. Your mind was racing and your eyes were captured by the bright glowing lights that illuminated the city. The closer you looked, the more your mind was convinced that the glowing lights were made from vibranium. "Ch'ah Toh Almehen, those lights,” You commented. “They’re made of vibranium.”

“Yes. In the depths of the ocean, I brought my people the sun.” Your lips twitched, he really had given his people everything. A new home, protection, light. “They are called sastun, we use them for our rituals.”

“How does it work?” Your mind was having a hard time wrapping around the idea that vibranium could just glow by itself. The boots of the dive suit landed on the pyramid the sastun floated above and you leaned your head back. “The light refractory…”

“We create our own plant and obsidian based fibers in the leaves to harness the glow of algae.” K’uk’ulkan explained. Your face scrunched and you turned your entire body towards him.

“You gave your people fiber optics!?”

Back in the cavern, you held your hands clasped against your chest as your mind raced. After having a wonderful and extraordinary time viewing Talokan, you thought of your own home. You needed to go back. Talk with your mother about K’uk’ulkan, convince her and the other elders that an alliance with the Talokanil would benefit Wakanda. She wanted to keep vibranium out of the hands of the other nations, but now that Wakanda wasn’t the only source… It was imperative that Wakanda and Talokan worked together.

“In reina?” Letting out a breath, you turned to look at Zyanya who had been quietly keeping watch. “Ba'ax k'abéet a ba'al?” (Need anything?) Another guessing game… you had been pacing around and staring off into space for the last half hour, so perhaps she was asking if you needed something? Well you needed to speak with K’uk’ulkan… you might as well ask for him.

“K’uk’ulkan,” You replied, your mind scrambling for the few words you had been taught over the last ten days. They were just simple one word phrases that you could use to indicate what you wanted, but it was better than not being able to speak a word of Yucatec Maya. “T’aan (Message),” You said, hoping that she would understand your want. Zyanya blinked before nodding and making a follow gesture. You steeled yourself and followed her. Zyanya took a different path, heading down one you hadn’t explored before.

Your stomach twisted in knots and for the first since meeting K’uk’ulkan, you were nervous to talk to him. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were running away, or abandoning him and his people. Certainly not after the ceremony which you still questioned its purpose… though you were starting to have your suspicions. Never mind that, what you needed to do was smooth over your mothers ruffled feathers.  

Following Zyanya, she brought you to a cavern that had several warriors standing about, with Attuma speaking to K’uk’ulkan. You didn’t catch the quick words departing K’uk’ulkan mouth, but Attuma bowed his head.

“Tene Tin na'atik (I understand),” The large Talokanil spoke before turning his broad shoulders. It was at that moment that the warriors and K’uk’ulkan realized that you were standing in the entry way.

“Apologies if I am interrupting,” You spoke, your eyes glossing over Attuma as he sized you up. Your gaze landed on K’uk’ulkan. “I need to speak with you if permissible.” K’uk’ulkan raised his eyebrow at you, wondering why you were speaking in such a formal way.

“In biin (I’m going),” Attuma rumbled as he and the other warriors headed for the exit, when he reached you, he respectfully bowed his head. “In reina,” Your eyes caught his dark ones and you gave him a respectful chin nod.

“Attuma,” You greeted, your eyes following his large body as he and the others passed. You waited patiently as they left, and then five seconds more for privacy, all the while K’uk’ulkan looked at you with a raised eyebrow and tilted head.

“You speak so formally, In reina,” K’uk’ulkan drew out, his eyes washing over your body and posture. Something had made you uptight. You cleared your throat, thinking about how to start this conversation. “What is it, In k'iino’?”

“I need to go home,” You stated, deciding to just get right to the point. Immediately K’uk’ulkan’s face changed, shifting from attentive to narrowed. Displeasure flowed through his veins along with a touch of possession. You were his yatan and yet you wished to go home? Was Talokan not your home now? What use did you have by going home?

“Are you not satisfied here, In reina?” He questioned, his voice coming out a little harder than he meant. You sighed and went to further explain, but K’uk’ulkan wasn’t done speaking. “Have you’d decided that our way of life is no one you wish to live?”

“What?” You questioned, stepping forwards to face him without the large gap of space between you. “Ch'ah Toh Almehen, that is not what I am saying. I need to go home and figure out this mess, with the Americans and—“

“I will not have you in a position of vulnerability, Y/N,” K’uk’ulkan flat out rejected. “Neither will I allow the Americans to ever be in the position to entertain the idea of using you against us.”

“Ch'ah— They won’t—“ You sighed out in frustration, feeling as if he wasn’t listening to you. You were trying to protect him, his people. “I am trying to help why are you not letting me? I’m not going to stay there, I already agreed to stay when I did that ceremony. Why aren’t you letting me help!?”

“Because you are going to get hurt,” You almost rolled your eyes.

“I will not,” You retorted. “The Dora Milaje would never let that happen.”

“We both know that you would run off the first chance presented.” K’uk’ulkan countered, stepping closer to you, his eyes dead of emotion now. “Not even the best warriors would keep you safe because you do not listen.”

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself not to let his lack of emotions get to you. But it already had.

“I can take care of myself,” You said, one last attempt to get him to just listen to you. K’uk’ulkan had already made up his mind on this topic, you were not going anywhere with the American’s on the loose and searching for any way into Talokan, let alone with the Wakandan’s not cooperating.

“Can you?” K’uk’ulkan offered. “The answer is no, in reina,” Your heart dropped in your chest. “I will not risk it.”   

You jerked around in a circle as Xhosa curses spilled from your lips in rapid succession. Emotions were running rampant throughout your body twisting together in a noxious tornado of hurt and anger.

“Do not do anything you may regret, In k'iino’,” K’uk’ulkan called as you stormed away, the skirt and beads of your dress flapping behind you. You couldn’t help the childish return of giving him the middle finger over your shoulder. As you stormed through the halls of the many caverns, tears began burning at the edge of your eyelashes. You furiously wiped at your nose and then eyes, feeling frustrated and stuck in place.

It was midafternoon, but by the time you walked off all the anger and rage you felt, the dimmed lights in the corridor told you that it was nighttime. You came to a stop in the middle of the hall and took in a shuddering breath. Ancestors why were you so upset? It wasn’t like he was being mean to you. Just emotionless. Out of everyone in your life, you expected him to listen to you, because he had been the one to make an effort to… but now he wasn’t. And that hurt.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, willing your tears to stop falling down your face and dry up against your lashes. Sniffing one last time, you slapped your cheeks before hearing the sound of foot falls. You turned around to see Tlalli emerging from a turn to your left.

“In reina,” She greeted you, bowing her head. “Cena,” She then murmured, holding out her hand towards the way she had come. Cena. The word you had come to associate with dinner. You wiped your eyes one last time, and nodded. Following the blue skinned woman, you were led back to familiar blue halls and then the room that you considered yours. Zyanya was already waiting for you, fiddling with a set up of different dishes. She flashed you a bright smile and bowed as you approached.

“In reina,” You managed a smile in return, clapping your hands together at your breast and bowing your own head.

“Níib óolal (Thank you), Zyanya, Tlalli,” You murmured. Then you glanced at the space opposite where you usually sat. K’uk’ulkan had a habit of sitting with you while you ate, it was the rare occasion you saw him actually consume food. Sighing, you spoke your next question already knowing the answer. “K’uk’ulkan?” Both woman gave you sadden gazes.

“Ma'taali'teeni’, In reina,”  Zyanya answered softly. Sorry. You were left to eat by yourself.

Date Published: 6/4/23

Last Edit: 4/5/23

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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Twelve

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Namor’s Insatiable Sex Drive (Don’t Argue With Me On This).

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~3.0k

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Your body was still chasing after the high of the back to back orgasms K’uk’ulkan had so seductively pulled from your body, and he relished the feeling. Like a well practiced symphony, K’uk’ulkan had conducted two of the most beautiful orgasms from you that he would imprint into his memory. Now you were a softly moaning mess beneath him, your limbs sprawled out and unmoving and your lips struggling to keep up with the long, slow kisses he repeatedly pressed against them. Large hands delicately ran along your body, caressing and stroking you, appreciating what they touched, adoring what they found, and picking at the strings holding your dress on your body. It wasn’t enough to have tasted you at this point. K’uk’ulkan wanted, needed, allof you.

 He tugged the little ties holding the dress to your body, running his fingers along your shoulders while dragging the white gossamer fabric aside. You squirmed against K’uk’ulkan, finding just enough energy to respond to his possessive mouth painting marks across your neck. But then his hand curled into the front of your dress and dragged it away from your body, revealing your breasts and marked abdomen. Heat flooded your face once more, and only worsened when K’uk’ulkan pulled away from your neck and hovered over you. His eyes raked down your body, appreciating your breasts, admiring your stomach, and smug at the mess between your still trembling thighs.

Eyes flickering back to your face, K’uk’ulkan ran a hand over your waist and across your ribs. He brushed his fingers over your breasts, enjoying their softness, then they traveled up to your neck. He took hold of your chin and gazed into your semi dazed eyes.

“Are you still with me, In reina?” He asked teasingly, a sly grin stretched across his lips. You both adored and hated it. How could a man look so adorable, yet immensely sexy, at the same time? He had your release still clinging to his beard, the serpent god proud to have evidence of your ecstasy upon his flesh. He took his own pleasure in knowing that you crumbled all too easily beneath him.

“You’re a menace,” You croaked at him, managing to raise your hand and press your palm against his cheek. His cheeky smirk widened and he turned his head to press a kiss into your palm. Your fingers twitched.

“Tech le k'iino' in kuxtal,” (You are the sun of my life) K’uk’ulkan murmured lovingly, the softly spoken words of his mother tongue floating into your ears like a soothing lullaby. Your little daze of warmth faded as he pulled back. You made a noise of discontent, loosing all the warmth that K’uk’ulkan’s bare skin provided your naked body. He quickly shed the traditional white trunks he had donned and pulled the rest of your dress out from under you. Throwing the dress to the side, he placed his hands on either side of your head and loomed over you.

“Ch'ah Toh Almehen,” His name from your lips a second time spurred K’uk’ulkan to lean down and press his lips against yours once more. His lips were covering yours, pushing your own until they parted and his tongue could brush against yours. He kissed your lazily but intently, tasting every corner of your lips before smoothing influencing your lips to part to kiss you deeper. You shuddered and moaned, feeling K’uk’ulkan’s godlike body drape along yours and warm your flesh once more. Your hand reached for the side of his face when his teeth caught your lower lip and tugged. The little sting of pain in your lip was instantly soothed by K’uk’ulkan running his tongue over the place he had bitten. Then he tangled his tongue with yours once more. Back arching, your breasts thrusts against his chest while you tugged his face further against your own and slipped your other hand back around his neck.

K’uk’ulkan was all to happy to kiss you deeper, play around with your beautiful new lip piercing in a way that made you moan, tangle himself so deeply within your mouth that all you were aware of was him. You always reacted so innocently, so untouched. He wanted to worship you. He wanted to worship you so bad that his body physically ached. K’uk’ulkan moved a hand to grip the one you had cradling his face and pinned it next to your head, all the while kissing you breathless with his tongue. You were acutely aware of the strong grip pinning your wrist down, but those thoughts didn’t last.

K’uk’ulkan dropped his body against yours, his hips pressing against yours while he rutted his sculpted figure against your soft one. You drew in a sharp breath, lips breaking from his, as his cock was thrust against your soaked and sensitive cunt. Upon hearing your breath catch, and feeling the way you tensed within his hold, K’uk’ulkan repeated his action. You choked and whimpered, your legs sliding against his strong thighs when his cock pushed its way through your folds and brushed against your engorged clit. Gods the spike of electricity that ran up your spine just from that one action was nearly unbearable! But your mind was drawn away when K’uk’ulkan pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and then your chin. He was letting you take in all the air you needed and listening to the sweet sounds that left your parted lips.

K’uk’ulkan could feel the heat from your cuntas his aching cock slipped through your swollen folds, feel the throb of need. He could also feel the way you clung to him, tight and with as much of your skin touching his as you could… and the way your nails dug into his neck. He nipped at your jaw, tongue licking at the underside of your chin. You jerked within his arms once more, the influx of stimulations in your body making it hard for your mind to focus. You gasped his name once more and K’uk’ulkan rutted his hips into yours yet again. Then he moved his fingers up your wrist to weave with your own. Your grasp was tight, your fingers clenching around his.

With a writhe against his body, your cheek pressed into his own, feeling the soft prickle of his’s beard while he marked and lavished the tender skin of your neck. It was still so blank. He ground his hips a little harder against your body now, his cock collecting the moisture clinging to your cunt until it easily slide through your trembling folds, just barely catching on the entrance to your body before slipping free. So close. So close. Lifting his lips from your neck, K’uk’ulkan returned them to yours, hovering over them to feel your rapid exhales. You almost had tears in your eyes with how sensitive your body was from his earlier ministrations combined with his rutting. His teasing almost felt cruel to you. Using his free hand, K’uk’ulkan cradled your face. A silent conversation passed through your gazes, his questioning and yours nearly begging.

With a twitch in his lips, K’uk’ulkan leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours once more. While he distracted you with his mouth and tongue, his hand left your face and traveled down your body. He softly stroked your breasts, drawing fingers along the curve and allowing his thumb to trace your nipple. You made a noise in your throat, and he continued carving a path down your body. Everywhere his fingers wandered, your body came alive, moving and shifting against his. Squirming, reacting, and not once did his mouth cease from lavishing yours.

Gripping the base of his cock, K’uk’ulkan ran the head up and down your cunt a few times, feeling your gorgeous and welcoming heat. Your body quivered against him yet again and he felt you take a few deep breaths. On your next inhale, he began pressing inside of you. Your inhale caught in your throat and your legs twisted, instinctively trying to shut at the intrusion. K’uk’ulkan didn’t let your knees pinch in more than an inch, keeping them open with his own as he ever so slowly entered you. You were deliciously hot, clenching around him tightly and feeling like ecstasy. When he was halfway into your body, you began whimpering at the stinging stretch his cock forced upon your body. K’uk’ulkan hushed your soft sounds, squeezing your hand and stroking the palm he held with his thumb.

“You can take it, In reina, I know you can.” (My queen) He murmured to you, reassuring and gentle. You weren’t convinced, half believing that he was much too big for you. But gods did you want him, you wanted him so bad. Your heart squeezed in your chest and you forced yourself to further relax beneath him. His face nuzzled yours once more, distracting you, teasing you, until his lips parted your own and his tongue slicked against yours. You softly moaned against his mouth, winding your free fingers through his soft hair.

The serpent god savored the taste of your lips and further indulged in your heat wrapping around his cock. How many decades had it been since he had last lain with someone? Not in the last century. When K’uk’ulkan’s hips pressed against yours, and you could feel his sculpted body resting on your softer one, your breath caught in your throat once more. He didn’t move, preferring to stay buried deep within your luscious body and tangle his mouth with yours for just a few moments more. Your lips were nipped at a few more times before K’uk’ulkan pulled back to gaze deeply into your eyes.

“Are you ready In reina (My queen)?” He softly asked you, sensing the heat that burned in your cheeks as you took shallow breaths. You were still quivering beneath him, your body begging to be loved. Sharp spikes of electricity shot up your body from your cunt, rattling your spine and making it hard to form words. K’uk’ulkan brushed his fingers over your hair, smoothing out fly aways sticking to your sweaty forehead. “Once I begin I might not be able to stop.”

That made you clench around him, your muscles spasming against his body, and he felt it all. A triumphant smile appeared on K’uk’ulkan’s lips, your body was predictable, it reacted so beautifully to him each and every time he stroked or kissed you. And the way you felt wrapped around his cock, warm, clenching, blissful. You hand slipped from the back of his neck to cup his cheek once more.

“Make love to me, Ch'ah Toh Almehen,” You breathed with a tremble, craving the heat from his body and the way he made you feel when you were within his arms. K’uk’ulkan didn’t need to be told twice. He lowered his head and kissed you once more, but this time, while he had your tongue wrapped around his, K’uk’ulkan shifted his hips. He didn’t pull out of you, staying well buried within your heat, before thrusting his hips against yours. K’uk’ulkan devoured your heavy, strained gurgle, feasting off both your taste and sound. He dragged his cock against your tight walls once more, only withdrawing a fraction before repeated the thrusting motion. This time your mouth ripped away from his as you threw your head back with a gasp, feeling your breath rush out of your chest.

K’uk’ulkan watched with rapt attention as your face twisted with each thrust. No, it was less thrusting and more grinding, his cock making sure that you were always full of him. Your swollen folds kept him deeply rooted in your body, raking over your most sensitive spots and never failing to remind you of who was currently balls deep in your cunt. A god. The hand K’uk’ulkan still grasped, clenched around his fingers, tightening while you whimpered sweetly. The more sounds you made, the more gasps that left your mouth, the more you squirmed against him, the wider his devious smile grew. There was nothing more beautiful because you only clung tighter. His arm wrapped around your body and he held you against his chest, staring determinedly into your eyes as he increased the tempo.

Your eyes began to roll back, your eyelashes fluttering, when your legs began to shake and tremble. It was subtle at first, but soon became violent as an explosion of pleasure made it nearly impossible for you to control your bodily reactions. Your nails began clawing at his taunt shoulder blades, digging in and carving lines of red in deeply tanned skin. Fingers twisting against K’uk’ulkan’s, you held onto his wrist as shards of pleasure ripped through your body. Your walls, for the third time that night, clenched and rippled in orgasm. Upon feeling your convulsions, K’uk’ulkan allowed himself the unadulterated pleasure of spilling his seed deep within your body.

Pleasure was ricocheting in your body when you felt electrifying heat within your womb. Your throat closed up and you choked on the violent convulsions taking over your body and leaving you twitching uncontrollably. The room began spinning so you shut your eyes tight, then your limbs went numb. K’uk’ulkan felt the moment your entire body went limp and held you closer. His cock twitched within you, both sated and hungry at the same time. A god was never full. While your raspy breathing settled down, K’uk’ulkan stroked your cheek lovingly. Your body still felt like jello, but you managed to peel open your eyes to see gentle brown eyes staring down into yours. You expected K’uk’ulkan maybe kiss you once more and roll to the side, cradling your body until you fell asleep.

That’s not what he did.

Instead of giving you a much needed rest, and break because three orgasms had nearly sucked your soul from your body… K’uk’ulkan had you both rolling until he was on his back and you were perched languidly on him. You softly grunted and settled a hand on his chest, keeping yourself exhausted body from collapsing on him.

“Still with me, In reina (My queen)?” K’uk’ulkan inquired, running his fingers down your back. He then pulled the hand he still held to his lips and kissed your knuckles, his eyes never once leaving yours. You shivered atop him, your muscles feeling weak. Opening your mouth, you went to respond when you felt his cock twitch and harden within your body. Your heart seized in your chest. How the hell could he be ready to go already!?

“Ch'ah Toh Almehen,” You whispered, your face flushed and your hands trembling. His hands slipped across your body to rest on your thighs and you whimpered. “I— I don’t think I can keep going. I’ve never— I’ve never done this before and my limbs feel like they are jelly.” K’uk’ulkan pulled your forehead to his.

“Yes you can, you are stronger than you think,” He purred, nose brushing against yours as he looked proudly into your eyes. “I wish for you to ride me, In reina (My queen). One more, give me the honor of one more.”

Your body trembled weakly but your heart fluttered and your cunt sparked. He wanted the honor to wreck your body with sex? Just at the thought your body burst to life with a few last bits of energy. Sweet ancestors, how could your body still have the energy? Your fingers curled against his chest as your mind reeled, but K’uk’ulkan gently bucked his hips against your body, forcing his cock deeper into your body. You let out a soft cry, making K’uk’ulkan gaze burn into yours. His movements weren’t rough, they were tender, loving, but your cunt was so sensitized at this point you knew you weren’t going to last long. Shaking thighs aside. But how could you say no when he was looking at your like that??

Raising your body up as high as you could get it, your eyelids fluttered while K’uk’ulkan helped guide your hips, doing most of the work for you. You were able to rock your rips, rubbing his cock into your walls. Fingers dug into your thighs, kneading them, encouraging you. The hard thickness of his cock was still on the brink of being too much for you to handle… so you focused on something else. Like the wetness seeping from your body, smearing across your cunt and thighs with every roll of your hips.

Or the way K’uk’ulkan stared at you like you were his goddess, the jade betrothal necklace hanging from your neck and shimmering in the light. You even concentrated on how his hips easily lifted your body weight upwards, pressing his cock all that much deeper within your cunt. One of K’uk’ulkan’s hands abandoned your thigh, slipping up your stomach to cup your breast and caress your nipple. He was going to take his time acquainting himself with them later. Your already shaky breathing grew shakier as his large hand massaged your breast, soft and teasingly. K’uk’ulkan felt your thighs tremor, your muscles straining to keep you poised atop him.

“Come for me, In reina (My queen).” He purred, bucking his hips a little harder now, making his cock plunge faster, deeper. The jade around your neck jangled, softly clinking together.Biting down on your lip, you gasped for breath and felt your arms start to shake. “Give it to me, In k'iino’.” (My sun)

Your nails dug into his chest as the overwhelming pleasure almost turned painful, for you were so exhausted you weren’t sure that your body would be able to follow through with its much needed release. Your right arm gave out and you fell forward, only just catching yourself with your forearm. K’uk’ulkan, too pleasured in your ruin, harshly thrust into your body while he held your half crumped form against his chest. He continued to encourage you, whispering you praises and telling you how good you were doing, how beautiful you were atop him. Finally you cried out, your legs giving out and your body fully slumping onto his chest as you came.

His own hips faltered shortly before K’uk’ulkan once again pumped you full of his hot seed. Your only reaction was a guttural moan, your entire form numb from pleasure, exhaustion, and warmth. Eyelashes fluttering, your face tucked itself into his neck while you let your conscious drift. What would your mother think if she found out about this? Oh well, you’d deal with that later, right now you just wanted to sleep. 

Date Published: 5/21/23

Last Edit: 4/30/23

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