#namor x f!reader

[inklore]

Dilf! Namor...so tempted to write hcs for that

well let me inspire you with this hot mess bestie 👀

pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader warnings: eighteen+ content, unedited because it’s late and i’m lazy so beware of hella spelling mistakes, lowercase, sexual tension to the max, alcohol mention, pining, and kissing, that’s literally it but it’s more inner monologue and tension heavy than anything honestly. note: bro this was supposed to be multple hcs but turned into one long ass tension filled mess lmao, i’m sorry but dbf!namor took over, it’s just perfect for him!!

part two | feel free to send me thots on these two!

i saw a gifset where tenoch was riding a motorcycle so obviously that's dbf!namor get's around, and he's giving brooding, grumpy, man who is always scowling at you and you're not even sure if he really likes you. if he is only polite for your dads sake

but one night you go out with your friends and have a little too much to drink-and using uber right now with your vision blurry and fingers key punching so bad your messages look like a toddler did them-namor is the first person you think to call. why? you're not sure. and you almost regret it, retreat into yourself-sober up-when you hear his rough voice answer, the "hello" landing heavy in the pit of your stomach

it take you a few deep breaths and closing your eyes to steady your tipsy mind on why you even called, your name on his lips sounding stern, adjacent to being worried you think

"where are you? stay where you are." and he's there before you realize it. the loud rumble of his bike as he pulls up in front of you making your entire being vibrate with nerves. "you need better friends." he says as he hands you the helmet that was just on his head, pleasantries dead as always

"what about you?"

"just get on." it's a command, rushed, demanding, as he helps your wobbly limbs onto the bike. wordlessly pulling your wrist to have your arms wrap around his midsection. and it's probably the liquor in your system that has every bump, the vibration of the bike, the wind whipping against the tops of your thighs-or maybe it's the heady affect his cologne that engulfs the inside of the helmet-how you almost feel completely compliant and light to lay your head on his shoulder. to let your palm spread flat against his rib bone

the heavy thump of his heart matching the same speed of the thumping that leads from your chest cavity to regions it has no right to be in. and when you expect him to fix your hold on him, to shrug off your head from his shoulder, he gives you no reaction. something that both makes your nerves burn and grow cold at the same time

when he pulls into your driveway, pulling himself off of the bike first, his fingers rubbing against your chin as he undoes the clip keeping the helmet steady on your head. helping your drunken hands pull it off your head-there's a moment where his eyes catch on your outfit. like he's really taking it in now, letting his eyes drag along your exposed thigh, before that signature scowl is pulling a shadow over his eyes again

"your father home?"

"no."

"do you need help inside?"

yes. is the first thing that comes to mind. yes, please. a heat bringing itself to your cheeks when you internally shame yourself for it. lock away somewhere in your brain that tipsy you cannot be trusted to think clearly-normally. and there's a split second where you think maybe he's shaming himself for something, that the two of you are sharing the same thought, the same link to something that maybe has always been there but you've stuffed away because it was better that way-proper, normal. with the way he's just staring at you

"no." you say again. your tongue feeling heavy and dry in your mouth as you swallow and force yourself to look away from him. brace your hands on the bike to pull yourself from it but end up catching your foot and ending up where you shouldn't be: in his arms. your palms once again finding themselves pressed to his front as he wraps an arm around you to stop you from planting yourself on the harsh pavement

"let me walk you inside." he says low and gruff against your temple. your insides turning into liquid compliance as you nod without a second thought. his breath heavily fanning itself across your skin as it takes a minute, two, three, before he's pulling you from his chest and holding your wrist to help you inside

once you're inside he drops your wrist, doesn't speak, just watches as you move on wobbly legs to the stairs. the pathetic thought to trip, to plummet yourself down the steps in hopes he'll touch you again, is volleying itself back and forth between just running up the stairs and sleeping this off and waking up to whatever this tension-filled-air-and insanity going on in your head-is gone

"thank you," you send over your shoulder as your fingers have a death grip on the railing. forcing yourself to surface a smile that you know probably looks as ridiculous as it feels to your burning cheeks

namor hums, nods, keeps his eyes on every step you take up the stairs, hype focused incase you fall-you assume. "do you need me to stay?"

you know he means it politely. not in the way your body is currently taking it, he's your dads friend, besides tonight he's barely shown you a kindness besides a pressed smile. you really need to sleep. need to reset your mind back to normal because his words shouldn't stop you in your tracks. have your body internally clenching at the intensity of his stare, from the glint in them that you're definitely imagining when you watch him move closer to the bottom of the steps-because you probably look like a tripping hazard right now

"do you want to stay?" the words leave your mouth before that last sober cell in your body can stop them-stop you from making a fool out of yourself

"i want you to be safe." he replies simply. you don't know why the answer only fills you with disappointment. i'll be fine, leaving your lips as you quickly take the rest of the steps up to your room. ignore the way you feel foolish and silly as you slip into bed

a silly feeling that still lingers when you walk down stairs the next morning to see a rumpled sheet and blanket on the couch deserted, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. a sticky note stuck to a plate covered in foil on the counter: eat. simple. to the point. but still bringing a smile to your lips and those silly feelings imbedding themselves into your marrow

turning into something burning and aching when you see him again. when he drops something off for your dad and he's nowhere to be found in sight. when the two of you are stuck in the kitchen together, a heavy silence weighing down the air that seems to suck itself from your lungs the longer the two of you just stand here. the longer he keeps looking anywhere but you as his grip tightens on the neck of the beer you offered him-mentioning your father would be home any minute now

"thank you for staying, and for the food."

a nod. curt. ever him.

"you didn't have to help me-"

"think so little of me?"

"that's-i didn't mean it like that-i-" you want to state how he's avoided you like the plague before that. how his face morphs into a scowl when you enter the same room as him. how you are certain he hates you, still think that, just maybe a little less after helping you

"you need better friends." he repeats himself from the other night. making an annoyance shift your emotions

"so does my father."

the snort he lets out from under his breath shocks you, as does the pull of the corner of his mouth in the smallest-genuine-smiles you've ever seen him give you. it makes your stomach swoop

"i'm glad you called me."

"that's hard to believe. i'm confident this is the most you've spoken to me in a span of minutes." you joke, the corner of his mouth pulling into a full grin that makes you upset you've never seen him smile before this-has he always been this handsome?

"and here i thought you were a smart girl." the words would wound you if he wasn't staring at you like that over the bottle pressed to his lips. how even when he sets it back on the counter his eyes are still boring into your very being, right to that part of your body that you're understanding now has always wanted him. that you slowly realize, after much analysis to everything that happened the other night: the look in his eyes, the grip he had on your body to make sure you were kept safe, how he didn't even second guess or ask questions when you called, just demanding to know where you were, and to wait for him-that he was coming to get you and that was that

and it’s like a domino effect because now all you can think about is the stolen glances you’ve let go unnoticed, that you’ve chalked up to some festering dislike he may have had for you. how quickly his eyes shifted away from you when your father was in the room, how you’d look over and see him already looking at you when your father was distracted-that scowling coming back, the swivel of his head away from you almost something you’d see a frustrated animal do 

maybe you weren’t as smart as either of you thought. or maybe being blind to something you both ignored was better than doing something you’d possibly regret later 

if it were that, the fear of betrayal and regret, it didn’t seem to have any place in the room as you watch him finish his beer, walk around the counter to stand in front of you. reaching past you-your chests touching for half a second, your breath getting caught in your lungs-as he sets the empty bottle beside the sink behind you. and when you expect him to move away, to bid you goodbye, you feel his finger under your chin lifting your gaze from the floor. his deep brown eyes sucking every last potential breath from your lungs, your back digging into the edge of the counter as you try to ground yourself, try to settle the burning nerves that are making it hard for your brain to function right now 

“if it was only me, all this time, tell me right now.” 

you don’t need him to elaborate, there’s no need for explanation, you read through his words, the knowledge sitting heavy in your lower belly; the fear of shaking your head and having him stop touching you stops you from moving, a barely audible “no. not just you” falling from your parted lips

lips that his thumb presses into, your bottom lip met with the pad of his thumb as he rubs along it. throat bobbing with a hard swallow, eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes. you want to ask why now? what changed? why throw both your dignities to the wind and say fuck it? but the look of stern-protection he showed the other night each time he looked at you, like he was fighting with himself with being upset at himself and upset at you for not having better friends, for putting yourself in a potential bad situation. you know why now 

“if i keep touching you-if i let myself cross that line-i’ll never stop.”

“what if i don’t want you to stop?”

“you’ll have to beg me to.” 

“i won’t.” 

his front is completely pressed to yours, a thigh between your parted legs, forehead on yours as you see the internal battle going on in his expressions, in his heavy breaths, in how he keeps dipping his mouth down to yours only to pull it away at the last minute, “you need to.”

“i need you.”

and it’s those magic words that have him cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss of passion-every lick into your mouth, every bite at your bottom lip, the moans he swallows down from your throat, speaking silent words of how long he’s waited to have you like this.

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[buzzkillers]

Fables and Parables 1|?

Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader

Summary: During a study abroad trip, you accidentally trigger a long-time tradition through a simple word: amen.

Warning: NON-CON, religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART TWO

There's only so many words in the English language to describe heat, so you'll keep it simple: Oraxco, Mexico was hell on Earth, survival unlikely.

It was a sun-drenched mugginess.

Something heavy and thick that melted the sunscreen right off your skin and had your phone turning off in self preservation. And the worst part? This was before you left the airport; before you even left the damn terminal.

You didn't know what you expected. Oraxco wasn't particularly known for having Iceland type temperatures but no one said it was like this. Like you were kissing the sun. Like the heat had a mind of it's own.

And by the time you found your classmates, your clothes were drenched in sweat and your bags had gone slick in your palms. Thankfully, you weren't the only one.

Underneath what could only be a sunflare, there were only a handful of you, but your tongue went dry as you tried to greet them all. And you know, maybe you weren't in a city.

Maybe the airplane accidentally dropped you off in a Giants oven. Maybe you were being grilled alive. It was the only explanation really. For Christ sake, you've never felt your skin cook before.

And when your professor finally arrived, with suspiciously dry skin and an easy smile the conversations died easily. You couldn't pretend to be upset. You just let her talk and talk and talk.

Her tone, peppier and upbeat as she postponed going straight to the hotel.

Instead, she wanted to risk heat stroke to visit a nearby holy site. A hidden attraction that not many tourists visit. "It's only a few miles east, you'll thank me later," she insisted, the moment she saw the deadly looks etched onto all our faces. "It'll be fun, I promise"

A bold faced lie you thought as by the time you got there, you couldn't help but think it looked less holy and more—abandoned.

Through the heat exhaustion you took in what could only be described as a tall engraved pillar in a sea of dead grass.

It was made of smooth stone and touched by age and thick green vines that wrapped snugly up the pillars pits and grooves. The arms of the vines climbing up and up until it disappeared atop the statue's crest. Shit, it was so far up, you had to crank your head up to see it.

It was beautiful, daunting and as your professor promised: hidden well. The pillar far enough away from the main road that if you weren't looking for it, it would be easily missed.

Clearly, the stone was old. It had to be the fifteenth century, pre-colonialism maybe? The craftsman ship was intricate as well. Each mark and dig woven into rocks that made a story. No, that wasn’t it. Not a story but instead the never ending tail of a serpent that slithered its way to the top of the pillar.

With artful expertise, the tail formed into a man with a heart in one hand and what could only be an infant in the other. Smaller figures surrounded the serpent, their role vague until your professor spoke.

"—a popular myth dating back to the Mayan period. It's said that if you pray at the feet of his statue, the sea serpent will rise from his throne to come up to pick a concubine,"

"The concubine would go through a heat of sort that would urge her to stay in the land of the serpent god till next full moon, where she'll come back to her homeland gifted with pregnancy and rewards for the town,"

Around you everyone nodded in thinly veiled disinterest.

“You only have to pray, give him a request and the fullment will be your exchange for the child.”

You grimaced, “I pray that this sun would disappear, amen”

You’re met with grunts of agreement. The professor dutifully chose to ignore you; instead her mouth just continued to go on and on and on. By the time it was over, you no longer heard the sounds of cars racing by, the trees had become unnaturally still and you were pretty sure that half of your class was sprawled dead on the grass floor.

She did not have to convince anyone to get back onto the bus. You’re in fact the first in your seat, legs splayed out and your head leaning against the heated window. There was an unnatural silence settled onto the bus. No one wanted to speak and you couldn’t blame them.

Your eyes instead stayed stuck on the trees; on the grass that danced beneath the soft wind. The moon had begun to hang high. Its light washed across the city and leaked through the leaves.

Your thighs shifted in your seat, your hand pressed into your cheek. And then you felt it, something hot and sharp like honey that spiked in your belly. A warm sensation that made you droop in your seat before you blinked and looked at the tree line as the engine roared.

The statue peeked back at you in glances and ripples of the leaves that withered over it. You blinked and for a moment, the leaves flicked away completely; your professor said something, the bus began to move at a snail's pace, but you couldn’t listen, you were transfixed.

Utterly hypnotized at the sight of the serpent tail, concrete and covered in rock as it tightened around the pillar. Before the leaves bristled back into place and the bus left the place behind.

You blinked. The warmth in your belly bloomed. Then with a roll of your shoulders, you pretend you saw nothing at all.

__

A few hours later, or maybe a few minutes, a few days? It didn't matter. But it was at that moment, deep down below, beneath sea currents and molten rock; on a throne covered in bones and melted gold, that a God pricked his ears towards the surface and sighed.

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[psychedelic-ink]

love, or the lack of

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut, romance

word count: 1.5k

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

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

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

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

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

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

Namor visits you often after that. 

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

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

“Would you ever consider showing me your home?” 

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

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

“Does that mean you’ll kill me?” 

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

“You don’t trust me?” 

“I don’t trust any human,” 

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

“Take me with you.” 

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

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

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

“I will take you to see Talokan tomorrow,” 

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

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

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

“You wanted me since the beginning?” 

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

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

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

“I’ve touched you on multiple occasions,” 

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

“I thought you were just curious,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck– Yes, please–” 

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

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

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

“Are you alright, my love?” 

My love, you like the sound of that. 

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

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

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

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x fem!reader #namor x f!reader #wakanda forever fanfiction #wakanda forever x reader #black panther wakanda forever #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction

[flordeamatista]

Waves of Love

When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love. 

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[haechvn]

Sit Down Please (Headcanon) (18+ NSFW)

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Nasty whoreish good for nothing filth..

Summary/Request: Am I the only one that thinks Shuri would love when reader sits on her face 👀🥵

Word Count: 0.7k+

Author’s Note: Just read you whores. Thank you Anon! <3

Taglist :  @melodykisses, @blackhottie25, @tonakings, @coalmistyy, @szalipcombo, @prettyluhlaiiii, @yelenabelovasgf, @callmeoncette, @clqrosmgc, @beautybyfire, @homelessmicechild, @shurisbitch

Translations: Sthandwa = My love

The S in Shuri also stands for seat in case you didn’t know

Her facial structure is so pristine and clean cut. Why you may ask? IT’S BC THAT’S WHERE YOUR COOCHIE IS DESIGNED TO BE

Wants to eat you out in her lab, the throne room (ON THE THRONEEEE), on a ship. Literally everywhere

Don’t think about how Shuri practically begs you every morning to eat you as a part of her breakfast

“Sthandwa, as Princess of Wakanda, I decree that you must place yourself on my face in order for me to truly be able to guide my country in the best way possible. I cannot go without it. ”

Just the thought of her tongue circling your clit gives her more strength than the heart-shaped herb

She loves when you choke her with your pussy, constantly moaning into your pussy and rubbing both of her hands over your ass

Breathing isn’t that important anyways

You could see your juice fall down on the sides of her face and make her jaw glitter omg

She would ask you to wipe it off with your fingers and stick them in your mouth I—

Tugging you further and further into her mouth as if she is treasure hunting up your insides

Shuri would force you to always keep your eyes on her

But other times, she would shut her eyes so tight and just focus on how soft and luscious you feel in her mouth and she wouldn’t be able to stop moaning i promise

Being the kinky fuck she is, she may or may not put a finger up your a—

She wouldn’t let you go until you’ve cum at least twice and she would want you to watch her gulp your cum down her throat OMG AH

Constantly shaking her head north south east and west, wanting to catch every part of you in her mouth

SPITS ON YOUR CLIT EVERY TEN SECONDS BC THE S IN SHURI STANDS FOR WHAT??

I think she would also have a thing for biting your clit

Like when you feel like you are going to explode and want to run away, she would teasingly bite you and pull you down even closer or wrap your legs around her head even tighter bc she could care less if she died between your thighs or not

I feel like when she goes down on you, she’s more of a munch vs a fingering kinda gal buttt

Every time she fingers you, it's always three fingers bc she needs you to feel her in all her glory

She likes doing the infamous ‘come here’ motion but at any extremely slow place so you would feel her fingers on your g spot for AT LEAST five seconds at a time

DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG FIVE SECONDS IS???

while doing that, Shuri would move her whole head in circles going in one direction (#zarry) and have her tongue moving in the opposite direction!!!!

SHURI IS A DIRTY GIRL LIKE YALL

Would force you to sit on her during zoom calls and phone conversations

WOULD PURPOSELY SPEAK XHOSA INTO YOUR PUSSY WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO CUM BC IF THAT DOESN’T THROW YOU OVER THE EDGE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL

“You better bounce this pussy on my face Princess before I punish you for not being slutty enough for me” !!!!!!

Loves when you grab her hair and force her head up and just GRIND THE FUCK OUT OF THAT STUNNING FACE

WANTS YOU TO BE AGRESSIVE WITH HER SO SHE FEELS SLUTTED OUTTTTT

You would always be seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head and fuck does she look amazing

Would completely blow down to you when you reach back and start stroking her pussy bc your Queen needs attention too &lt;3

Rubbing on her clit or fingering her would literally bring growls out of Shuri likee

She would deliver the hardest and loudest slaps to your ass, and groan like the little bitch she is bc truth be told, SHE LIKE BEING HANDLED LIKE A WHORE

She would grind her hips up to meet your fingers and just whore herself out

“Fuck baby right there ughh” BUT YOU WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE’S SAYING SINCE HER MOUTH IS VERY MUCH FULL

I can see her wanting to eat you out for an entire hour but “baby you have an entire country to rule”

“yea and somehow this pussy is still more important” 

I rest my case

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

All Up In Your Mind

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: you think shuri doesn't notice you.

contains: fluff

word count: 600+

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: hii! this is my first fic on tumblr. i've been reading here for years though. like the rest of the world, i am obsessed with shuri and she is the love of my life. so i decided to write about it. just something cute and light for my first post. i hope you enjoy <3

When she kissed you, it shook the ground beneath your feet. You had not anticipated it. Sure it was a secret desire of yours, being alone with the Princess, having her all to yourself. The lab was always so crowded during the day, everyone running tests for whatever experiment they were working on, calculations for an invention they were tinkering with.

And Shuri, she was always the busiest. Always in her own mind, so far removed from the world buzzing on around her, and the people in it. So far removed from you. And you never envisioned her carving out time to see you, let alone kiss you. It knocked you back, shook your foundation to its very core.

A rattled heartbeat roared awake inside your sternum to revel in this unfamiliar, filling feeling. It yearned for more, starvation quelled by the delicate movements of her mouth. The kiss consumed you wholly. Shuri’s lips were the softest you’d ever known, they danced across your own gracefully, performing like a prima ballerina. Her tattooed hands were gentle when caressing your jaw, she made sure she took her time with you. Warm fingers electrified you, fanning the crackling furnace growing from within.

Shuri smelled of fresh cocoa butter, vanilla, and something else you were unable to identify. Floral maybe, but it was magnificent all the same. Her scent was so enamoring, so unique to her, and it always left you dazed. It wafted up your nose, intent set on coating your senses. The kiss, her scent, her presence, it left you intoxicated. Your head swam at the feeling, growing lighter and lighter until you felt tethered to the air. It was so much; too much.

The day began to fade outside the giant windows of her lab, and the city lulled in response. Shuri pecked your lips once, twice, three times before breaking the kiss completely. Hunger drove her as much as it did you. She cupped your burning cheeks in her palms before slowly dragging them down your neck. Your hands snaked around her waist hesitantly, tugging her into you. Feeling her warmth spill out on you brought forth a low gasp from your throat. Shuri’s face turned curious then and yours burned like the sun.

The rapid pounding in your chest mirrored the ceremonial drumming of the River Tribe. You knew she was aware of it, Griot was most certainly aware of it. Each thump coaxing you into averting her demanding gaze. You tried, and you failed.

“Eyes on me.” Shuri smirked at you with those perfect kiss swollen lips. “You are shaking,”

You huffed dramatically, then gave her a soft smirk of your own. “Sorry. That was…”

“It was. For me, too.” Dazzling brown eyes, illuminated by the sinking Wakandan sun drank you in. The most gorgeous sunset you’d probably ever witness, but your eyes only saw her. There would always be more sunsets, there was only one Shuri. She was all you needed to see. Her existence lit you up the same way the blazing ball in the sky would.

“I did not think you even noticed me most days.” Your braids fell into your face as your eyes found your shoes.

Her finger lifted your chin with nimble ease, “I notice everything there is to notice about you. You're a constant on my mind. I just, I don't know… I can't–” She bit her lip and shook her head, searching for words that refused to come. You could tell her mind was clogged with emotions just as yours was.

You smiled at this, it was truly a sight to see, “Princess Shuri, of the most powerful nation in the world, super genius, and the Black Panther, rendered speechless. By little ole me? Wow.”

“You are in my head, sthandwa.” Her blush consumed her features, beautiful and beaming. She overwhelmed you in the most serene way.

She reached for your hands that still sat around her hips, pulling your knuckles to her lips. Shuri ghosted them over your ever trembling fingers, eyes boring into you all the while. “And I don't think I want you out.”

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[aviawrites]

la vida

⚠️!!Wakanda Forever Spoilers!!⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬/𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯)

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 3 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥. (7.1𝘬)

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 (+ 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺), 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘶!𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

‼️*𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬*‼️

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬𝘬𝘬! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 3𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘵.1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 (𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥). 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘭𝘺<3

hey! read part 2 before this(:

The small blue light flashing in your arm shines a faint reflection against your white duvet. One of the first calls of action when you returned home was to remove it; only, it was made with vibranium. It had cactus-like spines that would hurt more to take out than to keep in. It’s removal could’ve caused nerve damage in your arm or even loss of movement. So against Shuri’s wishes, you decided to leave it in. 

It’s been 3.5 years since then. 3.5 years since you thought your country was on its way to turmoil. When you did return from the US hospital, you were informed of the injuries that Namor’s grand plan caused. Shuri was left with severe nerve damage to her left leg, Okoye with a ruptured ear drum and crushed ankle, and Nakia without a heartbeat. With Wakanda’s ever improving technology, everyone’s physical shape was treated immediately, but for Nakia, it was too late. She died on the jet ride home, her cause of death labeled asphyxia; drowning. 

Wakanda organized a funeral just as vibrant as her life was, the 3rd one they’ve put on in the past few years. The nation seemed to begin the process of healing, slowly but surely in the coming months. Only, Shuri wasn’t the same after that.

The minute she was cleared, she began placing protocols and procedures on what to do if a Talokan attack ever were to ever take place again. At first, you understood. It’s a smart choice to plan for Namor’s return. That was until Shuri took it a step further. It was as if she was obsessed with the idea of him coming back. She’d spend days and nights alone in that lab looking for ways to destroy them before they stepped foot in Wakanda.

But then, the unthinkable happened. Two months after you got home, news reports of the “Yucatán shore assailant’s” execution began circling the main media. The US government claimed to have not only found and convicted the attacker, but sentenced him to death. And just like that, the world was happy. They felt safe again.

But Wakanda didn’t believe it for a second. There was no way that humans in the United States government found and handled the mutant sub-mariner like they claim. Shuri wouldn’t even believe it when our own ally, Everett Ross, assured us that it was him; saying that they found, who they believed to be Namor, days after the attack returning to the scene.

Shuri refused to believe it until she saw it, and she never did. No one ever did. There was no evidence that Namor was dead, yet his 3 years of silence lead you to believe it was true. Consequently, Shuri had no choice but to accept it as well. 

You and your now wife lay silently in the soft bed, both of you staring out of the floor length window and out to the beautiful overlook of Wakanda. You feel her place a delicate kiss on your shoulder before pulling the blanket over your arm, covering the blue lights. She would never admit it, but she absolutely hated the fact that it was still in you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, separating your hand from hers.

She quickly pulls it back, interlacing them once again. “Don’t apologize.”

——

The capital buzzed with excitement as everyone readies themselves for the baby shower. Two of the most respected dora, Ayo and Aneka, announced to Wakanda that they had reached out to a donor, and are expecting a child in the coming months. The news couldn’t have had more perfect timing. In these periods of uncertainty, mourning, and fear, a new ball of light is what Wakanda needs.

Not only was this the first child being born into the dora milaje, but you and Shuri planned on announcing an even bigger piece of news. On the premise that the two of you didn’t plan on having children, Ayo and Aneka gladly agreed to allow their baby to be the heir to the throne. Boy or girl, they’re to be raised as the future protector of Wakanda.

“Make those balloons even please.” You ask, lightly jogging past the main event room. You huff when you see that the beige backdrop has wrinkles right where the photos would be.

“Yama, please.” You urge. “That was supposed to be steamed hours ago.” 

“Apologies, my queen.” She bows her head. You nod at her before entering the side room to meet with Shuri.

“Can you believe that?” You whisper, “I asked

for that to be done last night. You heard me, yes?”

Shuri only chuckles as she wraps both arms around you waist. “You’re so beautiful like this.” She pecks you.

You can’t help the smile that grows on your face. Every time you’re this close to her you feel like a love struck teenager all over again.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as the door opens, Okoye walking in. 

“Oh shoot.” Shuri teases, examining Okoye’s black pantsuit; a stark contrast to your white loose attire. And definitely nothing like Shuri’s panther suit that you forced her to keep on, as it’s not only formal, but sexy.

“Shut up.” Okoye rolls her eyes before she makes her way to the event room.

M’Baku walks in shortly after, followed by the tribal council and Jabari. Every single attendant brings a present except him.

“Do you come baring gifts?” You ask.

"Gifts? The girl lives in the citadel with golden cats and vibranium waterfalls.” He exaggerates, "She doesn't need my gift."

Shuri struggles to stifle her laugh as he walks away, taking his seat beside Okoye. Almost every capital resident sits in the room awaiting the expecting parents. Finally, they arrive.

“They’re here!” You hear Okoye call.

You and Shuri quickly make your way to the room and to Aneka and Ayo, assisting Aneka as she walks to the seat at the head of the room. Her stomach is big for her to only be 5 months, as it’s already impairing her walking and mobility. You and Ayo help her sit down as Shuri quickly lowers the music and hands you a microphone. Ayo takes her seat beside Aneka and you take your standing spot beside her.

“Hi everyone, and welcome to these beautiful ladies’ baby shower.” You begin. “Now before we start, you must decide.” You turn to the two women, “Reveal first or games first?”

Aneka looks to Ayo. 

“Up to you.” Ayo shrugs.

“Um,” Aneka looks back to you, “Let’s so reveal first.”

You smile and nod before Shuri hands you two black balloons. You give Ayo and Aneka both a balloon and a thumbtack.

“On the count of three you pop the balloons, okay?” 

They both nod at you. You and Shuri run back to your seats in the front row to watch with the rest of the crowd, Shuri wrapping an arm around your waist.

Before the counting starts, you could’ve sworn you felt rumbling. You just barely flinch, it must be the Maglev trains running through the city.

“One…” Everyone begins counting.

This time you’re sure of what you feel. You can hear distant buzzing outside of the ceiling to floor window sitting behind Ayo and Aneka. The buzzing almost sounds like a busy street, as if a large group of people are moving or talking outside. Yet you see no one.

The floor vibrates harder. It’s the exact rumbling you felt 3 years ago on the beach. You lean forward to look down the row of seats. There, you see M’Baku, Shuri, and Okoye looking just as confused as you. You’re almost relieved that you aren’t the only one, but terrified at what that might mean. 

Your hands begin sweating as the memories of that day on the shore return. Shuri’s hand around your waist tightens when she senses just how anxious you are. Everyone else still has a smile on their face, probably chalking it up to the trains as well. 

“Two…”

Just then, the grumble comes to an abrupt halt and the city seems to be the quietest it’s been all day. You start to anticipate the worst when you swear you see a flash outside of the window. Seeing as you’re 3 stories up, not many things make their way up here. All of your eyes are glued to the window at what you see next.

Outside of the window was a sight you’ve only seen once before. The, presumed dead, feather serpent god himself was gliding outside of the window. And in his hand were 3 blue marble-like spheres. The last time you saw anything like it was the day Queen Ramonda died.

Ayo scans all of your faces, turning around to see what you’re looking at. And when she sees it, she immediately shields Aneka with her body.

“Three.”

Namor launches the 3 orbs at the thick glass window. The panes had been thickened the week after they were broken the first time. Yet, it shatters instantly.

“Get down!” Shuri yells, covering you with her body.

The room fills with shrieks as the back row darts for the door. M'Baku wastes no time in grabbing both Ayo and Aneka and pulling them from the window. Water fills the room as Namor remains untouched, staring in at his wrath.

“Follow protocol!” Shuri repeats as the room empties itself of all guests.

You’re frozen in disbelief. You never in your life thought that said protocols would be used. Namor was supposed to be dead, his body at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. The screams around you seem to silence as you stare at the God in the sky, and he stares right back at you. 

You’re knocked out of your daze when Shuri grabs your arm, pulling you up. “Let’s go!”

M’Baku allows Shuri to grab hold of Aneka’s hand before he runs off, most likely to gather the Jabari. Together, you, Shuri, Aneka, and Ayo stay as low as you can as you run into the hallway. You turn around one last time to see Namor leave the window, only god knowing what he’ll do next.

The 4 of you take the stairs that cut through the middle of the tower to get to the base floor, and then down one more flight leading to the underground level. “I knew it.” Shuri murmurs over and over the whole way down.

Finally, you arrive at an unimportant looking door labaled, ‘Water room.’ Though you’ve never seen it, you’ve heard the Wakanda design group bringing it up often. From what you could gather, the Water room was a room that Shuri designed as one of her precautions for another Talokan attack. It’s a full bathroom sized area, walls constructed of the thickest material Shuri could find. It was made to be impenetrable. Waterproof, shatter proof, and sound proof, it’s the perfect thing for a Talokan attack.

“Touch it.” Shuri points to the key pad next to the door.

“What?” 

"It only opens to your fingerprint. Touch it now.” She urges, hearing distant booms from outside.

You’re not surprised that Shuri would make this room accessible to you and only you, as you’ve been the center of her designs since the moment she fell for you. You press your finger to the pad.

“Welcome, Y/n.” A voice greets.

The thick glass door smoothly slides open and Shuri quickly pushes all three of you inside. She allows it to close behind you. You turn around to see her outside of the door, now pressing her finger to the keypad. It makes a sound as if to verify a change.

“What are you doing?” You ask, although she can only read your lips through the sound proof glass.

“I can’t let you get hurt.” She shakes her head, “Any of you.”

“My love…” You press your finger to the pad on the inside that should unlock you. But it doesn’t work. It makes a zap sound and turns red, signaling that your fingerprint doesn’t control it anymore. Hers does.

Shuri lowers her head before beginning to walk away.

“No.” You watch her as she refuses to look at you. “No!” You bang on the glass, “Please come back, you can’t go alone! Don’t leave me! Open this!” 

You hold back tears as she walks out of view. You’re left panting, your breath fogging the glass. You let out a frustrated groan before turning and sitting down, your back on the glass.

Ayo and Aneka stand on the other side of the room. Ayo rubs her wife’s stomach as she anxiously bites her lip, seeming too afraid to say anything. It’s now when you realize the set up of the water room. A mini fridge sits in the corner beside a snack tray. There’s a covered hole in the concrete on the ground across from it, presumably a toilet. The room was clearly set up to sustain life for days on end.

 But the real thing that catches your eye is the glowing table on the right. Built into the wall was the same design of technology table that Shuri has in her lab. Touch screen, interactive, and communications based, you could only imagine what you’d be able to do from here.

“Come look, my queen.” Aneka says as the screen lights up her face.

You leave the floor and join her side, amazed at how identical it is. This must’ve taken her months to perfect. You hear blasts going off outside and it quickly launches you into action.  You open the Citadel’s mission files to see that the ‘ukuhlaselwa kwamanzi (water attack)’ folder has been opened and initiated. Your heart sinks as you imagine what extreme measures could be taking place outside of the tower.

One of the orders that you know Shuri set in place was titled WA:02, the 2nd command in the procedure. In it, it reveals that hidden underwater explosives were stationed just below and around Talokan. And once the mission was initiated, they were set to blow any minute now. 

But you couldn’t let that happen. All you could think about were the innocent kids and civilians that you met while in Talokan. They didn’t deserve to pay for Namor’s choices, you won’t let them. 

You quickly hit ‘disengage,’ automatically halting the explosions from blowing. Next, you open the city’s cameras. Aneka, looking over your shoulder, sighs at the sight. Bombs go off around the city, sending innocent Wakandans running for their lives. As the queen of the country, you have no choice but to feel like you’ve failed your people. Assuring them that Namor was dead and ridiculing Shuri as she prepared for his return, you were wrong all along.

You click a few more buttons to send jets over the perimeters of Wakanda, dropping grenades on all of the Talokanil who haven’t made it past the borders yet. On the footage, the Black Panther catches your eye. She powers through the spear holding soldiers as she runs in the direction where she hears the most chaos. She thinks she’s running toward Namor, but you see otherwise. 

In her path was a pack of Talokanil, surrounding one central figure. Upon closer inspection, you can make out a female frame. Namora. Only, she doesn’t look the same as the other Talokanil. Her skin isn’t a pale blue, but a tan tone, same as Namor’s. She’s not wearing a mask like her army. But most importantly, you notice her taking people out at the same rate as Shuri - if not faster. Only one thing could make that possible.

Your stomach forms a pit as you realize what’s happened in the 3 years she’s been hiding. Namor made a Black Panther of his own with the exact plant that Shuri traded for you. Knowing that you couldn’t let Shuri face her alone, you zoom in before pressing and holding on the ground between them. Shuri’s closer than she thinks just as the bomb falls in her path, knocking them both back. You let out a sigh of relief as Shuri slowly gets back up, not seeming too injured by your help. 

You’re still watching Shuri when you hear Aneka wince behind you. You stop what you’re doing and turn around. Aneka hunches over as Ayo rubs her abdomen.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s her stomach, my queen.” Ayo explains, “Heavy stress like this causes her sharp pains.”

You examine Aneka’s pained state as she nearly buckles over. You walk over to the mini fridge and hand her a decaf bottled tea for the time being. 

You return to the table and press the model of Black Panther suit. You click on the head, opening the touch to speak microphone that radios directly into her suit.

“You need to come let us out.” You demand.

“Y/n,” she pants, “I can’t do that.”

“Please. It’s Aneka.” 

She doesn’t say a word after that. You see her stop in her tracks and immediately head back for the tower, clearing any Talokanil that stand in her way. She enters the tower and arrives at the water room in record time.

“What happened?” She asks as soon as the door slides open, “Is the baby alright?”

“The baby’s fine, my queen.” Ayo informs her.

Shuri shakes her head in a ‘so what is it?’ motion.

“The stress is causing a strain on her body. We need to get her somewhere comfortable.”

She furrows her blood stained brows, scanning Aneka up and down.

“Where? We’re in active battle, nowhere is safe except this room.”

She has a point. The last thing you’d want to do right now is put her in a position where she could get hurt even worse. 

“The guest bedroom on level one.” You suggest, recalling how odd you thought it was that it was so secluded. “It’s windowless and far from any entrances. She’ll be safe there.” 

Without hearing her response, you hoist Aneka’s arm over yours and begin walking toward the door.

“Woah, where are you going?” Shuri stands in front of the door, “You’re staying here.”

You huff at her exceptionally bad timing. “Stop being ridiculous and move.” 

She looks as if she’s going to argue but doesn’t get a chance before Aneka groans in pain, putting more of her weight on you as Ayo kisses her temple. Giving in, Shuri keeps a hand in front of Aneka to ensure she stays up as she leads all three of you to the bedroom.

Though no one mentions it, you all hear the loud thunders and shouts just outside of the main doors. Choosing not to stress Aneka out further, you silently bring her to the room and lay her on the bed, instant relief washing over her face. Ayo sits at her bedside whispering sympathies to her as you and Shuri give her your well wishes before exiting.

No words spoken, you quickly head for the door. You hear Shuri shut Aneka’s doors before quickly running to catch up to you.

“Stop.” She places a hand on your stomach, stopping you from walking. “You’re not going.”

You stare at her, not understanding how she thought you’d go back to that room. If she was going to risk her life for her country, the other queen should as well.

“Let me go.” You austere, clearly not backing down.

“I won’t let you fight. Not this time. It’s too dangerous.”

“If you’re going, I’m going.”

“Are you listening to me?” She whisper shouts, not wanting to disturb the couple a few doors down. “This isn't just any battle, this is Talokan. The same man who kidnapped you. The man who takes Wakandan lives as if they're cattle. You could get hurt, Y/n, you could-" She stops herself.

You hold her wrists attached to the hand on your stomach, “So could you.” You place it back by her side.

She looks down, shaking her head. “Please.” She begs, barely audible as she holds back tears.

It breaks your heart to see her like this, but it’s the only way. You know that if you agree to stay in the Castle that Shuri would break every bone in her body before allowing anyone to step foot near you. She’d destroy herself to preserve your life, and you couldn’t let her.

“To stop me, you’ll have to kill me.”  

She only stares at you with pleading eyes. She watches as you walk away and out of the grand entrance.

And once you’re out there, you can see the real damage Namor has caused. The Shuri situation immediately leaves your mind as you see rubble and dead bodies littering the once sacred and safe city. You quickly duck your head as not to be seen while you sprint down the side of the tower. 

You reach the steel shed that’s lined with vibranium. You place your gaze against the tiny hole on the side, allowing it to scan your eye and unlock the doors. Once it opens, you feel relieved at how stocked the weapons wing still is.

Full of blasters, swords, and spears, the shed seems to have been untouched since the battle. Wasting no time, you retrieve two vibranium daggers, 4 basic stiletto blades, and a spear. You fasten a holster on your waist as if it’s second nature and place both daggers and blades in it. You shut the doors to the weapons wing and make your way out into the fight.

The further and further from the Citadel you get, the more and more bodies litter the floor. Talokanil and Wakandans go head to head at every turn you make. You’re careful to hide your face, not wanting to get into a pointless fight that would result in your death. Instead, you keep walking until you find someone who could make a real difference in Namor’s plan. And as if you spoke it into existence, he isn’t far.

“Attuma!” You call out.

He looks up from the victim in his grasp. A Wakandan salesman lays fallen on his knees as he begs in Xhosa for his life.

“The princess is here!” He sadistically smiles. You’d never heard a Talokanil speak English before, none other than Namor. This only tells you just how much they’ve been doing behind close doors these past 3 years.

“I’m no princess, I am the queen.” You correct him, “And I command that you drop him at once.”

“I don’t think I will.” He laughs. Of all of the enemies you’ve met, he’s undoubtedly one of the most bloodthirsty.

"You don't need to do this.” You reason, “Everyone has forgotten any mention of Talokan. We are no longer threat to you."

“You will always be a threat to me!” He shouts, quickly regaining his composure. “But not for long. Once that royal little head is on a spike along with your girlfriend’s, this place will fall with it."

“It will not. This won’t end how you want it to.”

"It'll end exactly how I want it to.” Attuma sinisterly nods. “You expose our home, scorn our god, spit in the faces of our customs, and you want - What - A compromise?"

“I beg for it.” You rectify, “We can fix this, I promise you.”

He shrugs, turning his attention back to the man. “I’m okay.”

The Wakandan, already battered and bruised, attempts to utter the only words he knows how.

“Wakanda…” he wheezes, “Forever.”

He can barely finish the phrase before Attuma sinks a spear into his heart, pulling it out and admiring the blood staining it.

You flinch at the gruesome sight, quickly picking your jaw up as to seem unaffected. As discretely as you can, you grab a blade from your holster and throw it directly at his neck. But in a grisly turn of events, Attuma lifts the lifeless body of the Wakandan and allows the knife to puncture his chest instead. 

He roughly drops the body onto the rubble, nastily laughing before running off to find another fight. You watch him with pure disgust filling your body at the carelessness of his actions. But before you pursue him, you walk over to the man. You cringe at the squelch as you pull the knife out of his body. You softly shut his fear stricken eyes before removing the flowy scarf from your formal attire and laying it over his body; the absolute least you could do.

Suddenly, you feel a pull on your arm. Your hand is at the ready on your spear as you whip around.

“You need to go back inside.” Shuri urges, causing you to put your spear back down.

You wipe the blood off of your hands and onto your white clothes. “They aren’t going to stop…” 

"I know. Not until every one of us are dead. I've got to kill him before that can happen." She points to Namor on the other side of the tower, barely visible as he swings his fist into civilians.

“How?” You shrug. Namor is indestructible. He’s not only taken both of the queens of Wakanda hostage, but has attacked the country twice. And seemingly, he’s won twice.

“I don’t know yet. But when it happens, you need to be far from-“

She stops when she sees your gaze shift to something behind her. Slowly turning around, Shuri sees it too. She sees her.

Shuri steps in front of you, evoking a scoff out of Namora; who stands tall and alone in front of the two of you.

“You know you can’t protect her.” She remarks, a heavy accent in her words.

“I can and I will.” Shuri plants her feet, her mask now covering her face.

Namora walks toward you, forcing you and Shuri to back up, nearly tripping over the casualties under your feet.

"Look around. There's no saving yourselves, it's already over. Why suffer all this when we only want one thing."

She gets no response as the two of you continue to back away from her. 

“She drank the herb.” You whisper to Shuri, low enough so that Namora can’t hear. Shuri stops in her tracks when you tell her, her head tilting upward to get a better look at Namora.

Just as she does this, Namora takes her first swing at Shuri. She slashes her spear through the air, specifically aiming for Shuri’s neck. The two of you jump into action, swinging back at her. Only, you’re nothing compared to the two enhanced warriors in front of you.

Namora is a sporadic and wreck less fighter, whereas you and Shuri are trained - much more coordinated and calm. This works to your advantage as Namora increasingly gets more frustrated at her missed blows. She lets out a frustrated scream before abandoning her spear, launching herself at Shuri. 

This goes against any training you’ve ever had. No one teaches you what to do in a spear fight without a spear. Taken off guard, Shuri’s tackled to the ground. Namora’s hands quickly find her throat and begin squeezing. Acting as quickly as you can, you search in the wreckage for your dropped vibranium dagger, knowing the damage it would do to her.

Shuri claws and punches at her face, knowing what a Black Panther-strength choke could do to her in even a short amount of time. Shuri’s mask retracts, revealing the terrified woman underneath. Namora only stares at her, a smirk on her face as the squeezes harder. Finally, you find your dagger.

You instantly plunge it through her back, seeing the tip poke out of her stomach. Namora throws her head back as she lets out an agonizing scream. Shuri gasps for air as she pushes Namora off of her. Namora looks down at her bleeding gut as her hands hover over it, too afraid to touch the wound. 

You spend no time on her as you quickly crawl over to Shuri, holding her head as you examine the dark bruises on her neck. She’s in the middle of telling you she’s fine when you feel an arm wrap around your middle and yank you to your feet.

“Y/n!” Shuri grabs for you.

You feel a strong hand cover your mouth as the other one stays tight around your stomach. The right hand keeps an airtight grasp on your mouth and nose, preventing you from breathing. You scratch at the hand as your screams are muffled. 

Shuri stands up as fast as she can in her weakened state, eyes darkening as she stares at the person behind you.

“Namor.” Her chin lowers.

“Did you miss me?” The accented god asks behind you.

Your eyes are still locked on Shuri’s as you feel your head go empty. Your vision blurs before your scratching hands fall limp.

——

The floor seems to softly sway once you regain consciousness. Although your eyes are opened, the darkness doesn’t seem to fade. The only lights in the dark room are two oil lamps hanging on the walls. You’ve almost drifted back into sleep when you hear your wife’s voice.

“Where are we going?” She asks, her voice still as soft as ever.

"Yucután.” Namor’s rough voice responds. “There, your heads will sit with the skulls of every other traitor."

Keeping your head lowered, you peer over to Shuri. It’s only when you see her hands tied behind her chair that you realize yours are as well. You know better than to tug on a knot and make it tighter. Shuri notices your presence and looks back at you, a painful and apologetic look in her eyes. 

Namor’s back is still to the two of you as you look to your left. You internally panic when you look out of a tiny circle shaped window to see the glistening moon shine down on rippling water. You’re below the deck of a ship.

“Namor.” You groan, finally raising your head.

He snaps around at the sound of your voice, his toned body cutting through the thick air. 

“She wakes.” He looks down at you, the lights behind him making him look like the shadow of a monster.

Behind him, you see the rustic wooden door, guarded by the infamous Attuma and a Talokanil woman you’ve never seen before.

“Namor, we are not traitors. We’ve done nothing to you.”

The smirk on his face faulters, “You know that’s not true.”

“It is.” You urge. “The media mention was our mistake, but the news reports following your attack were your own fault.”

He burns a stare into you before tilting his head to the ceiling, keeping his composure.

“You think I care about news reports?” He seethes. “I couldn’t care less. I care about your country not only keeping the scientist alive, hindering the safety of Talokan; but also for the death-“ He stops, breathing hard as he damn near burns bullets into your head. “For the murder of Namora.”

Your expression changed at his words. When you stabbed her you had full intent on killing her, that’s true. But you were wrong in assuming that someone who drank the herb could be so quickly saved. You expected Namora’s healing to be of Namor’s top priority, taking his attention away from wreaking havoc on Wakanda. But now that she’s dead - now that you killed her - the situation you’re in has become that much more fatal.

“You killed my baby cousin in front of my eyes. My own Black Panther.” He continues, getting more worked up by the second.

You lower your head so as to not cause a challenge. You look over to see Shuri already looking at you, just as surprised as you are. 

“I watched her choke on her own blood, gasp for air like a helpless mortal. And in her last moments, she looked over at you,” He points to Shuri, “She looked at your unconscious body like she was telling me to make it permanent. Like she was telling me to kill both of you, for her.” 

You shake your head, trying to think as quickly as you can to take him down a few levels and save yourself.

“Namor, I’m sorry-“

“You would’ve done the same to us.” Shuri interrupts you, looking at him with vex in her eyes. “Only, you wouldn’t give me the mercy of saying goodbye.”

He looks over to Shuri like a dog with his ears perked. He leaves his spot in front of you and  stands before her.

“She drove a dagger though my baby cousin’s back, and you speak of mercy?” He tilts his head.

"You killed my mother, flooded my country, kidnapped the queen, and spoke of an alliance. I guess we are both flawed." She quickly snaps back.

Namor stares at her as if he could swing his fist and kill her this instant. His fists are clenched as he looks down at her before taking a deep breath.

“That’s okay.” He shrugs, “I’ll make sure I get even.” 

He walks back over and stands behind your chair, leaning down so that he speaks right into your ear. “Maybe I should kill your Black Panther. Let you live long enough to see how it feels to have that ripped away from you.”

I do know how it feels. You’ve shown me, twice. You want to say, but you keep it in your head.

“Or maybe I should strip you of the heir set to take your place…” He suggests.

He leaves your side and begins walking to a small closet in the corner of the room, leaving you and Shuri looking at each other confused.

He swings the two doors open to reveal two more Wakandan’s tied up. Both yours and Shuri’s eyes widen at the sight of a tied up Ayo and unconscious Aneka. Shuri struggles against her ropes as Namor slides them opposite of you. Ayo in front of Shuri, and Aneka in front of you.

“Please.” Shuri’s voice shakes, eyes glued to Ayo’s panicked ones.

“Oh, now you’d like to plead?”

“Think about this, Namor.”

He squints an eye in irritation, "You continue to tell me that. Only, I've given this so much thought. 3 years this moment has been on my mind.” He reminisces. “Killing Talokan's number one threats, never to be heard of again. I dream about it." He shrugs.

“Please, let her go.” Ayo speaks up, her voice raspy and tired.

He looks at Ayo before turning his attention to the Talokanil woman at the door, smirking wickedly.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He walks behind the passed out and pregnant Aneka and begins untying her ropes. As he does, he looks back to the woman at the door, giving her a nod. When he does, she starts humming a low song.

“W- What are you doing?” Ayo asks.

“Letting her go.”

After freeing Aneka of her ties, he walks between the singing woman and Attuma and opens the creeking door. Behind it is a staircase leading to the deck.

Aneka raises her head in a zombie-like manner, her eyes having a glossy sheet of white over them. She robotically stands from her seat and begins walking toward the staircase.

“My love,” Ayo calls. Aneka keeps walking. “Come back.”

“Aneka.” Shuri chimes in, “Aneka, stop.”

She continues walking, going up the stairs and onto the deck. It becomes apparent to all 3 of you what’s going on. The woman is clearly a Talokanil siren, and you all know how that story went.

“Stop!” Shuri screams. Ayo looks in terror as Aneka walks out of view, toward the side of the ship.

“Please.” You look at the woman. “Please, stop this.”

She only stares at you. A cold look as she continues humming her enchanting song. Namor closes the door behind Aneka, leaving only the eerie sound of the singing in the room.

Shuri continues to beg worthless mercies as you stay silent. Your eyes are glued to the tiny window, praying that you don’t see what you expect to. 

But you do. You flinch when you see the flash of a body pass the window and thrust into the water. The woman immediately stops singing, the room clouds with thick tension. You stay turned to the window, not daring to look at anyone’s face right now.

“No.” You hear Ayo whimper, “Please, no.”

You hear Shuri’s breath rapidly quiver as tears fall. You can imagine her squeezing her eyes shut, hoping for this to all go away. You just look out of the window. 

The water swallowed her. The same way it did Nakia. The ocean takes life after life and just…smoothes over. It almost angers you the way the water is hardly disturbed when another life is added to it’s body toll. If only humans could smooth over a loss like that.

“Shhh, don’t cry.” You hear Namor coo. You all look over to him. He leans down in front of Ayo and begins to stoke her cheek. She quivers with shock, fear, and hate. 

“Your suffering will be over soon.” He whispers to her. He looks back toward the door, nodding at Attuma this time. “Would you like to do the great honor?” 

Attuma smiles that devilish smile, “Gladly.” 

He takes a few steps and positions himself behind Ayo’s chair. Namor moves from in front of her as Attuma raises the tip of his spear to directly on the back of her head.

“No!” Shuri screams a retched and desperate scream. “Namor stop this now! You’ve done enough, stop this!” 

Ayo sits silent, her lips moving as she mumbles prayers to herself. She shuts her eyes as if she knows what’s coming, and knows that nothing can stop it. 

You can only cry. Cry so hard that you can can’t breathe. The two of you have gone from the happiest women in the world - Having a newly ruled kingdom, an alliance with the secret superpower, and a new heir to the throne - to being the most empty and broken people, having nothing left. Not your country, not your dignity, and barely your lives.

Attuma wastes no time as he drives the sharp spear head through Ayo’s skull, her blood splattering back on his face. Your mouth hangs open as he pulls it out, letting her head drop. She looks so…peaceful in death. Eyes closed and face relaxed, as if she were finally at rest. And you prayed she was.

Shuri lets out the most bloodcurdling, chilling scream ever heard. A constant stream of tears run down her face as she looses control of herself. Primal weeps tear through her throat time after time as she stares at Ayo’s body. The sound of her grief rips your heart in two. You can’t tell if you’re so composed because of the shock or the terror, but you’re sure it would hit you hard in a short while. Until then, your eyes blur with tears over and over again as your lips uncontrollably quiver.

Presumably given some sort of signal, the siren walks behind your chair. You just wish for death, a foreign thought that’s become familiar these last few minutes. The worst few minutes of your damned life. You wish she’d walk behind you and slit your throat without question, putting you out of the pain your heart is taking right now.

And although you do hear the shing of a sharp weapon, she doesn’t cut you. Instead, she begins cutting your ties. You don’t have the energy to wonder why as she releases your hands and your feet shortly after. 

Your mind isn’t thinking as you drop to you hands and knees, crawling over to Shuri’s chair and collapsing your arms around her waist. She still weeps, only softer now, her eyes still not having left Ayo. You cry with her.

The woman cuts her legs free from the bounds first before working on her hands. The second Shuri’s free, she’s swinging her arm around and elbowing the woman in the nose, causing her to fall back, grasping at her mask. You’re thrown off of her lap as she jolts up. She lunges for Namor, tears still falling. It almost happens in slow motion, what you see next. The minute Shuri reaches for Namor, Attuma steps up, clearly hungry for more blood.

It only takes a millisecond for you to realize that there is no way you’re winning this fight. A weakened Black Panther and a sobbing queen, against a god and his blood hungry right hand man. 

What a poetic death, You think to yourself.

You grab Shuri just before she can touch Namor. She doesn’t even fight you as she turns her body, caving in in your arms. She holds her arms tightly around your neck as the two of you fall to your knees.

"Everyone's gone." She wails in your chest, "They're all gone.”

You try your hardest to stop your own body’s frantic shaking, knowing that you have to be the strong one right now. 

You kiss her head over and over. “Shhh, my love. I know.” 

Movement behind Shuri causes you to look up at Namor. He holds two vibranium daggers, both coming from your holster from the weapons wing. One of the two daggers still had blood on it, and you could only guess who’s it was.

You seem to see yourself in 3rd person, dissociating as you quickly realize exactly what’s about to happen. Everyone was gone, you’ve been stripped of everything, he only had 2 more things to take.

There was no winning this. You had to accept not only your fate, but Shuri’s as well. If it was time to meet the ancestors, then so be it.

You still shelter Shuri in your arms as your mind rushes through your entire life. From being born in the outskirts of the Golden City to being sat in the throne of The Citadel; throughout your entire reign, you can’t find one error in your work. Since you were placed in any sort of position of power, you’ve acted out of protection for your country as well as the love of your wife. And that’s what you’ll do now.

You silently hope that Queen Ramonda would be proud of the both of you as you hug Shuri, who is unknowingly weeping her way to her death. You shut your eyes as Namor nears you.

"Ndiyakuthanda, Shuri. (I love you, Shuri.)” You raise her head and kiss her with the most emotion you can conjure up out of yourself. This is the only thing you’d want to be doing in your last moments.

She pulls away, arms still draped around your shoulders. 

"ndiyakuthanda nam. (I love you, too.)"

Desde la vida, until death.

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[thegreatestsandwich]

Baby, all at once, this is enough (Namor x f!reader)

(Still obsessed with him, don’t judge me)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 574

Summary: You gave him one of the gratest gifts he could have ever asked for.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: What can I say? I love him so much that I will write for him to the day I die

Translations:

In yakunaj - My love

Jats'uts - beautiful

In reina - My queen

Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj. - You have given me more than I could ever ask for, thank you my love

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Namor enter quietly to his quarters, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting. He remembered the moment he saw you laying on his bed, so pale and weak, that the thought of loosing you terrified him. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that. He couldn’t. You were everything, his strength, his heart, his soul. He was a changed man because of you.

You opened your eyes at the sound of him, a smile immediately forming on your face. “Hi.” You whispered.

“In yakunaj.” He kneeled at your side, his hands quickly grabbing yours, kissing your palms. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You laugh. “I have everything I could ever need at the moment.”

Namor smiled, even after all this time, he waiting for you to ask anything, you would always deny that offer. “You are glowing.” One of his hands left yours and brush away the few strands of hair that glued to your face thanks to the sweat. “Jats'uts.”

“So you are saying I was not beautiful before?” You said, the smile still on your face. Namor shook his head in amusement. “Have you seen them?”

“Not yet.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to see you first, needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.”

“As if I could leave you alone.” You whispered back.

As if on cue, Namora entered smiling, two little bundles tucked on her arms. “K'uk'ulkan.” She nodded at Namor, turning quickly to you. “In reina.”

Namor left your side for a moment, walking towards Namora, gently taking away one of the babies. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his son, cradling him as gently as he could. You had given him so much more than he ever expected to have. Much more than he deserved.

Namora soflty place the baby girl on your arms, her fingers tracing the features of the infant with so much wonder before taking her leave, leaving both parents to bond with their children.

He walked to you, sitting on your side. Your head rested on his arm, as he watched both of his children. “Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj.” He kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes. Namor couldn’t help the tears that began falling down on his face, looking back and forth between his children. “I vow to protect them, to protect you.”

You hummed, a bit tired from everything. “You don’t have to vow anything, I know you will do it regardless.” Your tired eyes watched how your husband brushed his hand over your son’s bald head. At that moment, you love him even more than you had before.

“The others want to meet them soon.” Namor whispered against your hair, noticing how your eyes began to close. “I manage to appease them for a little bit, but I am afraid that they will demand to know them soon.”

“I know, Namora didn’t leave my side until they were born, I think she even threatened the midwife when she made a mistake.” You laughed, your eyes finally closed.

Namor hummed in approval. “Remind me to thank her later.” He put his son on the basket, the one that the old women from Talokan had given him before, repeating the action with his daughter. “Rest, in yaakunaj, you have earn it.”

“Stay.” You muttered against his chest.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

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[druigs-wife]

IN AMADO || NAMOR X FEM!READER

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE || ONE SHOT

summary: after months of separation, namor visits and shows you how important you are to him.

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, penetration (mxf), oral (f&m receiving), slight angst, wakanda forever spoilers

word count: 2.2K

A/N: translations: in yakunaj ~ my love, in lool ~ my flower, in reina ~ my queen, in amado ~ my beloved

Every six months you and Namor meet on the beach nearby your house. It was already your tradition. No matter how much he wants you to come and live with him in his kingdom and be his only, it wasn't possible.

Yesterday he didn't show up for unknown reasons, as you two had agreed half a year earlier. You did the same as the day before, you sat down on the soft sand in the light of the full moon and patiently waited for your beloved one to come to the surface. Seconds, minutes and hours passed. It was midnight and there was no sign of him. He was never so late. Something must have happened. What if he was hurt in some way? What if you won't see him again? With those dark thoughts a single tear ran down your cheek, but you wiped it immediatly. He could give at least some sign that he is okay, that he is safe and that he still loves you. Why didn't he do that?

It was getting colder on the beach. The waves in the Atlantic Ocean were getting bigger and the wind stronger, sweeping your hair back. Your body started shaking but you were stubborn. This time, you won't let go and keep waiting, even until the dawn. You got up from the ground and started walking towards the cabin where you lived to take a blanket with you back to the beach to cover yourself and warm up. However, as you turned your back to the ocean, you heard a familiar and calm voice.

"In yakunaj, wait..." you immediately turned towards him and looked into his cholocate eyes. At a distance, you could sense that he felt guilty.

Without overthinking, you started walking faster towards him. Thanks to his wings he reached the sand and opened his arms where you found yourself a moment later. He could only hug you even tighter so that you wouldn't be able to run away from him.

"I thought something happened to you. I was losing my mind." you got out of his grip and cupped his wet cheeks in your hands. Your gaze traveled all over his face, but you couldn't find a single scratch. Namor just remained silent and watched you. "You should have let me know you weren't coming, give me a sign, anything." you started shivering more from the cold, he noticed it and started rubbing your arms to keep you warm. "I was worried."

Namor was acting differently than usual, as if something was bothering him. He looked at you with great sadness and regret, but also love and care. You've known each other long enough that you could tell when something was wrong.

"(Y/N) you need to warm up, you're trembling." you nodded slightly, he put his arm around you, and you went home together.

You sat on the wooden floor by the fireplace covered with a blanket and stared at the bright flames. A few moments later, you were awakened from your trance by the sound of creaking panels. Namor joined you, holding cups of something to drink in both hands. He brought you hot tea and for himself only water. He sat down next to you that your bare knees were touching. For the next hour he explained exactly why he hadn't visited you yesterday. The whole world can learn about the existence of the Talokan. You knew how much his kingdom and his people meant to him. Everything. So you weren't surprised what next steps your beloved one would have to make to keep it all a secret from the greedy world.

"Tomorrow morning I will sail to Wakanda with my entire army and put an end to this war." you stared at the already empty cup while listening carefully to what Namor had to say. "I can't let anything happen to Talokan..." he took the cup from you, put it on the ground next to him and wraped your palms together "...and I can't let anything happen to you." you looked at him and a small smile appeared on your face.

"I'm not a threat to them, they don't even know I exist, do they?" he nodded slightly, "So what are you afraid of, in amado?" he smiled gently at the nickname. Only you could call him like that. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

"I'm afraid that through this stupid war I might lose you, that they can take you away from me, just as I took their queen from them." you sighed heavily amd closed your eyes, leaned a little forward that your foreheads touched.

"And what about you, hmm? Will you come back to me safe and sound? Nobody knows about us... I won't know if you survived or not." you said. You didn't get any answer for the next few moments. All Namor did was leaned back and placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your temple. He put his arm around you and came closer to you than before.

"I give you my word, when I am done with this, I will come to you as soon as I can." Namor gave a few more kisses against your temple. "But if... if anything happens to me, you'll find out just as quickly. You have my word in reina." you looked deep in his eyes. His promise was everything to you at this point.

You finally decided to get closer to him. The tips of your noses touched gently, and your lips was only inches apart. Finally Namor brushed yours hungrily but tenderly. You felt like you hadn't seen each other in ages. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his various necklaces. He, on the other hand, began to run his hands over your hips, waist and higher. As the kiss grew more passionate, you pulled away from him to catch your breath.

"Will you stay with me?" you whispered in his ear and brushed it lightly with your lips. The very gesture made Namor shudder. It was his sensitive point. Taking the opportunity that your neck was more exposed, he didn't waste a single moment and started peppering her with kisses, leaving tiny hickeys on it.

"Only if you want it." your foreheads and eyes meet again. You both were breathing hard. "Do you want me to stay?" you nodded immediately. "I need words in lool." before you spoke, you touched his left ear with your fingertips, then slowly took off his earring and set it on the floor. You did the same on the right side and put your hands on his chest keeping eye contact.

"Stay. Stay with me." Namor smirked broadly and kissed you lovingly, but you quickly broke this gesture because you wanted to get rid of the rest of the jewelry that he didn't need at the moment. With slow movements you removed the necklace after the necklace from his neck. He just watched your every single move carefully. Next were the arms, one jewelry on each of his biceps and on both forearms. You had to move away from him a bit to be able to take off the next ones on his calves "accidentally" touching the wings at his feet. They were also his sweet spot. Namor groaned softly at the contact. He needed you. Right now.

He rose a little and grasped your thighs tightly to be able to lift you up from the floor. Once he was standing on his feet, you wrapped your legs around him on the way to the bedroom. Namor kissing you passionately placed you carefully on the edge of the bed. This time it was he who took the initiative. He began to remove parts of your clothes from you, revealing more and more of your skin. You only stayed in your panties. Without taking his eyes off you, he got up from the bed to take off the last parts of his clothes. He threw his belt and shorts on the floor, freeing his cock and climbed on you again. He kissed your neck and sucked it alternately covering it with hickeys. For a few seconds you felt his cock brush against your thigh. With every second he was getting lower and lower. After a few moments, his lips were on your breasts, he worshiped every inch of your body. He started caressing your nipples, making circles around them with his tongue and sucking them as well. You were already a moaning mess, but you still wanted more. You wanted more of him.

You ran one hand through his black hair, and the other you placed on his shoulder and dug your nails lightly into him. He moaned against your breasts and began to go down. He placed wet kisses on your belly, until he finally reached your thighs. He adores them, so he also left a few hickeys and love bites on them. He looked up at you.

He reached for the fabric of your panties with his fingertips, they were already wet. Namor was waiting for your permission.

"Please..." you moaned softly. With one smooth movement, he pulled the last part of your clothing off you and your whole beautiful body appeared in front of him. Namor was enjoying this view as well as the first time he saw you in all your glory.

"May I?" he asked politely being inches from your folds, putting one leg over his shoulder for better access to your entrance. You felt his warm breath against your skin.

"Yes, in amado. Make love to me, please." at these words Namor immediately began to lick the wetness from your folds, teasing your clit with his nose. You rolled your eyes back at the sensation and lay down completely on the freshly laundered sheets as he dived deeper into your pussy while he was on his knees.

You missed this and couldn't wait to suck his dick until he goes wild. You groaned loudly as his tongue was slightly higher on your wet and aching clit. You were so close, but you wanted this moment last forever, so you tense your muscles and dug your nails into his hair. Namor brought his free hand to his mouth and dipped two fingers in his saliva, then sliding them inside of your pussy. When he felt that you're close, he began to curl them in your sweet spot, to which you replied with more uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

"Cum for me in yakunaj, let me feel you" at his filthy words you came so hard that you arched your spine and your body was shaking with the pleasure your beloved just gave you. When he cleaned your folds, he climbed on top of you and placed a long kiss on your lips. You could feel your own taste. Namor pulled away from you and then you touched his cock and started pumping it slowly.

"Let me worship you, my king." taking the opportunity that he didn't pay enough attencion, you turned the both of you that he was now on his back and you were on top. You did exactly what he did to you. "K'uk'ulkan..." you sighed marking every inch of his body, you slide lower and lower until your mouth was on the tip of his cock. You took it in your hand pumping, licked off his leaking precum and sucked gently on the tip. He propped himself up with his hands so he could see what you were doing to him. He groaned softly and closed his eyes with the excess of pleasure. Namor put his hand on your head and started fucking your mouth. At first he kept the pace that you set, but with each passing second he was closer and his thrusts became faster. When he felt that he was about to spill his cum inside your mouth, he stopped his movements as well as you.

"Up, in reina. Up." you did as he told you to. You stood up and pressed your lips together in a passionate kiss. Namor moved you with his arms to make you sit on him. You've been waiting for this moment for a long time. His wings began to flutter, brushing against your bare skin. You touched one with your fingers and Namor let out an innocent groan. You weren't admitting the thought that you might lose him. He directed his cock towards your entrance and in one move he was inside you. You both moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, and he took your nipples in his mouth again and savor them while thrusting his cock against your g spot.

When Namor was making love to you, it felt like it was your first and at the same last time. He was rediscovering your body, every inch of your soft skin, your reactions to his actions, and your beautiful sounds again. Everything was perfect.

You have never believed in what the other people have said about him in legends, because what he is like right now, in your arms, fascinated by all of you, is a complete opposite of what is said in all those fairytales.

When you both reached your climaxes, you lay down on the bed together, Namor wrapped his arm around you tightly, and you put your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Until you both fell asleep in each others arms, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and rubbed your nude and soft shoulders.

"In k'áatech, in yaakunaj.

Teech le in yóok'ol kaaba'."

"I love you, my love. You are my whole world."

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#namor #namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x oc #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor the sub mariner #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black panther fic #tenoch huerta #namor imagine #namor smut #namor x reader smut

[angelltheninth]

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

[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: An unfortunate woman encounters the king of Talokan.

Warnings: Sensual wording and descriptions lil spicy, kidnapping, hints of stalking, future smut in later chapters

Translations:

In yukanaj - darling

kaab - honey

Something lately drives me crazy

Has to do with how you make me

Struggle to get your attention

Calling you brings apprehension

The fresh air of the summer breeze hit (Y/N)'s nose as she took in the beautiful scenery on the beach she's looking upon. The smells of sand baking in the heat, the saltwater ocean, and the light smell of sunscreen she'd adorned on her skin. On her little space on the beach laid her computer, a towel, and portable beach chair. (Y/N) decided to take a vacation from her hard work as a software developer. Of course, she wanted to go into the water and enjoy the relaxing sensation she'd heard about, but she was afraid of the water.

It's not that she isn't a good swimmer! She'd done it a lot when she was younger and in the pool. But witnessing her friend almost drown as kid made her too anxious to step into water again. She loved the beach, but water was not her thing. The ocean was too much and too deep for her.

(Y/N) laid in her bikini, basking in the sun. It was pink from top to bottom, had a little bit of skirt, and some little diamonds on the top. Her (S/C) glowed in the shining sun, looking beautiful and otherworldly. She really looked dazzling to anyone who would be walking by, but alas, a private beach for a wealthy woman. She was just a human, 22 year old fresh out of college just a few months ago. Her job opportunities lead her to have a the dream life she wanted. But did she really have everything..?

The sound of singing was heard in the distance. (Y/N) was immediately put into a trance against her will. To her, it just seemed like she was curious why she would hear that when she's alone. However, that was not the case. Beyond her field of vision, a dark figure hid in the depths of the water, keeping a distance away from (Y/N).

She had always been fearful of water, but it felt different to her this time. (Y/N) just had to go in there! It was like a switch went off in her mind!

(Y/N) dipped her toes into the shallow, crystal blue water. It was just about the right temperature but it sent shivers up her spine. Unaware, something wasn't right. Her defenses weren't kicking in. Survival instincts? Gone. All due to the voices of song in the distance.

She went in deeper, ending up with the water at her waistline. Its slight ripples were creating small, gentle pressures against (Y/N)'s skin. All she wanted to do was dive right-

(Y/N) gasped when she tried to step forward and ended up colliding with a broad chest, adorned with gorgeous abdominal muscles that were wet, glittering in the sun. The beautiful brown skin caught her eyes but she realized that this person had been much taller than her!

"Watch your step, In yakunaj"

She stepped back, making eye contact with the stranger. Her eyes refused to pull away; the coco eyes; black, well trimmed facial hair; thick lips that were a dusty rose; and the humped nose with a septum piercing through. (Y/N) was left speechless by this unknown man, at least she perceived him as one.

"You.. This is a private beach! I rented this fair and square for my vacation! How did you get here!?"

The man let a dark chuckle leave his throat and stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them. His lips just slightly a few inches above her soft ones.

"Kaab, this beach doesn't belong to you. I go where I please and I just happen to be here with you."

His voice sounded like velvet to (Y/N)'s ears. She hadn't even noticed the siren song still going on. She was focused entirely on him.

"Well.. Can't really argue against that.. Nothing I can do about a weird guy on the beach-"

(Y/N)'s eyes caught sight of the pointy ears. Who was this guy? She had no idea. She'd never seen anyone with ears like that!

"With abnormally pointed ears.." (Y/N) finished.

"Don't you know it's rude to disrespect a king?"

This information totally caught her by surprise! A smirk appeared on his face, pretty proud of his snarky comment. Something about the way she looked when surprised lit a spark in him. Not that it'd add anything else to the way he felt about her when she caught his eye.

"King?"

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor. And I hope you don't become my enemy, mi amor."

(Y/N) was taken aback, seeing the passion light up in Namor's eyes. The brown iris' seemed to grow darker; he had his eyes on the prize.

"I don't think we'll get there, K'uk'ulkan, king of the people you rule."

She had felt an immediate attraction but had immediately tried to push it down. After what happened many years ago? No. (Y/N) couldn't think about it. Namor's aura was dark and it seemed to be radiating onto her.

He said no word, still sizing her up with his eyes.

Sure, (Y/N) felt some random feeling for the king, but she knew creeps came in all shapes and sizes. She knew she had to watch out.

"I uh.. really think I should go-"

YANK!

(Y/N) had found herself wrapped up in Namor's arms, her back now to the chest she had only looked at. She felt the gaps of muscle graze her back and the body heat radiating from his skin.

"Please don't go.. I don't want to hurt you. Stay."

The singing in the distance grew louder. The vocal notes impacted and seeped themselves into her ears. The once (E/C) eyes became faded. Ghost-like, even.

"Yes, In yakunaj. Just like that."

There was no movement in (Y/N)'s body. Just the breaths and slow blinks. She was helpless to him, like a damsel in distress. Except he was the perpetrator to the damsel. Namor nodded over to Talokanil, signaling them to take care of her. He roughly picked her up into his arms bridal style. His soft hands scaled her forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear.

He nodded once again to his people. Amora stepped up and took out a blue oxygen mask, placing it over (Y/N)'s nose and mouth. They had sang one more note, putting her to sleep.

"You are finally mine, (Y/N). My future queen of Talokan."

#namor x reader #namor #namor the sub mariner #kukulkan #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor smut #tenoch huerta #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #namor imagine #namor fanfiction #yandere namor

[inklore]

the price of pity

premise: namor can’t blame you for wanting to reach out and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress. he can however blame you for acting so needy the two of you almost get caught.

pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader

word count: 2.9k+

warnings: namor is a mean!dom it’s canon, fingering, dirty talk, brat tamer!namor, mentions of past p in v, teasing, degradation, nose riding mention, name calling but in a hot way, established secret relationship, age gap (readers in her 20s), mentions of sexting, amenaza means menace.

note: am i addicted to writing dbf!namor now thanks to my fellow whores out there? maybe, possibly, yes. this idea struck me like a punch to the gut and my insides wouldn’t rest until i wrote it so please suffer along with me.

part one | feel free to send more thots on these two!

You’ve come to learn that keeping secrets takes little to no effort at all when said secret is something that makes you happy. Something that brings the sun into your life, making you realize that the light within it before was just artificial lighting. Or maybe it was less poetic than that. Maybe you just liked how it felt to not be at odds with a man you never realized you burned for until he grabbed your face and singed your skin with his lips.

Or perhaps you just liked how much he made you come.

Casually hooking up with someone was not new to you. You’ve had your share of sexual encounters to know what you like, what you don’t like, and the type of person you like said things from. You didn’t expect anything to differ when it came to being with Namor. Didn’t expect it to get past the kiss in the kitchen that had been cut short from your fathers arrival.

You hadn’t expected a text from him that night while you laid in bed, a simple conversation of limits and misplaced guilt and fear that quickly turned into dirty words. And perfectly angled photos of his broad chest and happy trail—a video of his cock in hand following shortly after.

Nor did you expect to end up tangled in his bed sheets days later.

It was hard to wrap your head around something you didn’t impose on happening, didn’t think about happening until his kiss almost knocked you off your feet, and your name coming from his mouth as he came on your stomach had made you woozy.

But this was your reality now, and where shame should have lied, your attachment to Namor had grown.

Like vines wrapping around said shame and guilt and fear of being caught by your father, suffocating it. Letting the press of his tongue and the tip of his cock fully snuff it out until all there was was you and Namor.

And your secret meetings.

Meetings that made you realize—after the first time—your history of sexual encounters couldn’t come close to something like this. Like him. How he made you come undone with only words, the tip of his tongue and nose, a hand at your throat, nails digging so deep into the flesh of your hips from behind that he left you with bruises shaped like little moons to fawn over in the shower.

He had taken what you liked and turned it into true desire. True need.

It almost made you despise him—how he could make you come harder than you yourself ever could. Or how un-smug he was about it. How he still wore that beautiful scowl when he looked at you but now he just smiled a little more. Smirked, Would pull you to his chest when you were coming down and only start fucking you again when you begged him for it.

And it only frustrated you even more—where the despising really came in—when you’d wonder how long this would last.

How long could the two of you get away with this, how long did he want to keep doing it?

They were thoughts you quickly shot down. Let get wrapped up in those vines that were hiding you from the ugly truths and what ifs of this new relationship. If the time came where your father found out you knew that giving Namor up would never be an option. He said it himself: “if I keep touching you, if I let myself cross that line, I’ll never stop.”

And he hadn't.

And while keeping it a secret became easy—with little effort—not being able to touch Namor while he was over, when he came to visit your father, seemed to become more of a challenge with each visit.

There were only so many dark looks from across the room, or sweeps of his eyes up your legs, and upturns of smirks when you accidentally brushed past him or sent him a cheeky text while he shared beer with your father—you could handle. It all ending the same way, reaching the same destination with stolen kisses, a slap on the ass, and the stretch of his cock inside of you when you feed your dad another lie to get out of the house and over to his.

That still didn’t make it easy to pretend like nothing was going on when you could smell his cologne from across the room, or the sound of his deep chuckle making your thighs press closer together. The knowing glances of burning want behind his dark eyes when he caught you staring when you weren’t supposed to be.

So right now, as you sat with your exposed outer thigh pressed against his—as he manspreads on the, now, very small sofa the two of you were sharing—as the three of you watched a game you did not care about; you were going crazy.

Each time he shifts your body moves, pulling you into his frame more and more as if he were calling to your body, like some silent siren song. The pheromones from his cologne clogging your nostrils, the memory of how even sweat slicked against your body—your face buried into the crook of his neck—the musky sea salt scent still sticks to him. Still make your brain cloud over.

The parts he’s touching burn.

Make you squirm on the sliver of cushion his body allows you to have. The insides of your thighs pressed so tight together that your muscles ache; to be released, touched, smoothed over by his rough palms. The longer you sit here the longer your mind toys with the need you feel between your legs. And you really can’t help it. It's as if he’s rewired your entire DNA to crave him, even when you know you can’t. When you shouldn’t touch him—can’t touch him. You know how wrong it is to reach your hand out and let your fingers skate over the seam of his jeans, but you can’t help yourself.

The look he shoots you is deadly, making something dangerous twist at your insides like a bull seeing a red flag.

He’s not amused.

Barely gives you any reactions other than the few deadly scowls. If it wasn’t for the tick in his jaw and how his glare burns a hole through the tv, you wouldn’t think he was affected at all by your little touches—brushes, squirms and noises you’re manically dishing out right behind your fathers back. His recliner angled perfectly out of view of your shenanigans.

Maybe that’s why you’re so wet right now. Why your underwear is sticking to you uncomfortably. The risk of getting caught, of Namor slipping up and showing you the desire he only does behind closed doors right here in the open.

But he doesn’t feed into it. Doesn’t grant your silly behavior with the reaction you went; even if the scowl that’s shadowing his face turns you on more than the lightning strike of his smile.

When your dad stands up during a half time break your body instinctively wants to jump back. Move away from Namor and pretend your body isn’t completely on fire, heated with something you shouldn’t feel for him—try to act as normal as possible. And you’re sure you succeed, like every other time before this. With a soft smile and foe interest at whatever is going on on the tv.

Your fathers words going in one ear and out the other as your eyes blink from the tv to Namor’s side profile. The genuinely friendly smile he gives your dad at whatever he’s saying he’s going to do in the basement, makes your chest swoop. The stretch of his neck, the skin you love to bite and suck at there to hear him growl against your ear. The bump in his nose that you love to feel when he’s eating you out; you’re overheating.

He can’t be mad at you for wanting to reach over and touch him, to tease him, to silently beg him to take you upstairs and fuck you into your mattress—can he? He wouldn’t be. Right?

Wrong.

You realize when your fathers footsteps disappear into the kitchen and the heavy groan of the basement steps being walked on fades into silence. A groan of pain croaking in the back of your throat when Namor grabs you by the jaw, pulling you so very close to his face—too close, too much of an agitated look in his eye for it to be romantic, the type of closeness and grip you’d give to an enemy, not someone you’re fucking.

“Stop.”

The innocent look you give him isn’t a play. Another tease to keep the game going, to let him know how much you want him. He knows. He always knows. No. The look you’re giving him is one you’d give when your jaw is aching from the hold on it and the intensity of the dark eyes burning through you.

“Amenaza,” he sneers in his native tongue. Making your cheeks burn hotter, your voice losing all backing of the tough-teasing-stance you had minutes ago.

“I can’t help it.” You frown, let your palm splay against his upper thigh, “going all day without you touching me feels like a crime.” Your attempts at a teasing joke only make his stare more agitated. The smile you try to surface hard to do when his fingers feel like they're about to snap your jaw in two.

“I’m questioning your smarts, again.”

You start to speak but he cuts you off with harsh words, “if you wanted to be fucked as bad as you’re claiming, you think you would be smart enough to not ruin the chances of it ever happening again by getting caught.” The back of his thumb rubs against the line of your jaw, his eyes making a slow show of tracing the outline of your face from your eyes to your lips and back up again. “Or does that get you off? Getting caught, never coming by my hand–or my cock–again. I used to think you were a good girl. But having seen just how easily,” the pad of his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “it is to get you cock drunk. I know I was mistaken in thinking that.”

The breath coming out of your lungs in heavy puffs blows against his finger. The beat of your heart against your ribcage makes it even harder to breathe. To function and suffice an argument to shoot back at him. An argument that would just be throwing matchsticks into an already blazing fire; useless.

The pounding between your legs becoming so unbearable you can’t help but try and get some friction by grinding your ass into the couch as subtly as possible. A subtle motion that is just the opposite of what you want it to be, but sends tingles down your spine and relieves a fraction of the ache you’re fighting tooth and nail with.

Namor notices right away. His eyes move down to the movements you halt once you realize the aforementioned lack of subtleness. Your need making you feel girlishly stupid and frustrated.

You despised him. You really did.

“You want me to touch you with your father in the next room?” He questions, looks at you with a curl of disgust on his lips. A look you can’t tell is genuine or not, but makes flutters swarm your stomach either way. He doesn’t let you answer, you’re sure he doesn’t want you to with the way he’s looking at you. With the way he pulls you forward so his lips are now so close to yours that when he speaks again you can feel the brush of his mustache. “You’re such a whore. You’re sick.” His tone low and like gravel against your aching insides.

“You like it,” you breathe. Stare down at his lips before meeting his dark eyes again.

Your retort making the grip on your already stinging jaw press harder into the bone, surely bruising skin, as he grips it harder—tighter, if that’s even possible. The look of disgust setting his brows down even lower, eyes narrowed.

You don’t expect to feel the hard indents of his free hand grabbing the back of your thigh, pulling your legs apart. A slap to your inner thigh making you gasp when you don’t keep yourself spread for him. His silence even more of an anticipation than the feel of his fingertips dancing up your thighs. Slipping past the waistband of the cloth shorts adorning your lower half.

The look that flashes over his eyes when he touches the outside of your panties, feels how soaked they are, makes a pathetic noise hitch in your throat. The gasp you let out even louder when he presses two fingers against the wet fabric, spreading you through them and coming down on your clit. Your fingers digging into the side of his t-shirt to ground yourself. To remind you that your father is just below you. That he’s barely touched you and you’re already so wet and ready for him that just a press of his fingers is making your hips gyrate, and feel close to coming.

“Am I the only one who fucks you like this? Makes you scream when you come?” He had said one night, mouth pressed to your ear as he held you down to the mattress, hips pounding hard against your ass as he fucked you.

And the answer was yes. Just as he doesn’t need to ask you if you’re this wet for him. You always are.

It’s when he finally stops teasing you from outside of your underwear and pushes past them that you can hear how wet you are—that both of you can, if the feral look on his face is anything to go by. The moans that you try to swallow down creeping up your throat like burning coals that refuse to go out. Adding to the symphony of filth you prey can’t be heard from downstairs.

As Namor’s knuckle rubs at your sensitive clit, two fingers push—as deep as your tightness will allow him to go—inside of you, fucking you with them.

“Shut up,” he demands as he releases your jaw to grip the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. “Keep your pretty mouth quiet, or this will be the last time you get fucked by any part of me.”

And it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been asked to do.

Trying to keep the burning pleasure that he’s giving you, that is coiling your body like an overworked spring ready to give and come apart, from spilling from your mouth the way you want. The way you need. The way you know he loves.

But think he might love more.

The hard look he keeps flashing from your eyes to your mouth as it hangs open on silent sobs—the hand brushing against the outline of his cock pressing tight to his jeans—letting you know for certain.

His forehead presses to yours as he grunts “you don’t deserve my cock. You’re lucky I’m giving you my pity.” But he makes no move to remove your hand, to stop himself from slowly rocking his hips up to apply more pressure to himself, “so stop being greedy before I stop being nice.” He threatens.

Your palm freezes immediately and pulls away from his lap, the whine you want to let out swallowed down from the blaze of his glare when he pulls his head from yours. When he goes back to watching you, like he’s torturing the both of you. When you’re the one who’s trying not to lose it right now; at his threats, his beautifully deep brown eyes, and the way his fingers are fucking you so deep and slow while his knuckle plays with your clit in the opposite speed, making your legs instinctively itch to close the closer and closer you get to coming.

And you’re so fucking close you want to scream. To cry. To praise him for his pity on you.

“Look at me.” He demands, squeezing the skin at the back of your neck. “You wanted this, wanted to be a whore,” he says the derogatory word like a praise. Liquid smooth and thick with his own obvious lust. “So come for me,” and two, three—four—strokes against your clit and you’re coming. His mouth pressing hard against yours as he muffles the cries you let out. His tongue lapping them from your throat like the sweetest poison.

He doesn’t allow you to catch your breath before he’s pulling away from you though. Removing his hand from your shorts, slipping the two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth to clean, and then he’s righting himself back to normal. Grabbing his forgotten beer and pressing it to his mouth. A smile on his face just as your father walks back into the room.

He doesn’t look to you again until a commercial breaks on the screen and your dad is too busy going off on a tenant over something that’s barely registering in your focus, because your head is still cloudy with coming down—and trying to right your breath without your dad noticing, which is harder said than done; your panties sticking uncomfortably to you now that you’ve ruined them even more.

The heat from him as he leans close to you, lips to the shell of your ear, only reigniting those just sedated aches, as he speaks in a whisper. “You’re not off the hook. My kindness comes with a price and you’re going to pay for it until you’re begging for me to take it away.”

#namor smut #namor x reader #namor x you #namor one shot #namor imagine #namor x female reader #namor x f!reader #dbf!namor #namor #namor x y/n #namor x black reader #black panther smut #namor fanfic

[buzzkillers]

Fables and Parables 2/5

Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader

Chapter Summary: you begin to feel the affects of the curse.

Warning: NON-CON, religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART ONE

It rained the next day. 

It's so bad that you're forced to braid your hair. The gel wasn't working and the frays of your edges curled underneath the humidity.

Lucky you, but that's not where your bad day ended, of course not. 

The storm had forced you all inside, the rain battering against the very thin walls of the hostel. All plans for exploration were delayed. Quickly, your discomfort turned into irritation and then your period started. Of course it did. Thankfully, there was no blood yet but it was the beginning of it. You could feel it in the twist of your gut, the odd ache in your pelvis. It's so subtle that it could’ve passed a stomach ache

But you've never felt your stomach twist like this before. Like there was a needle in your guts that pulled and twisted.

 So yeah, you were on your period and the weather was shit and you were starving. But you didn’t mind, you really didn't. Until then it rained the next day and the day after that and you never bled. 

“It’s global warming,” your roommate whispered, her face still shoved into her book. 'Art and Society of Mayan culture ' it read, the bind of it worn and dirty. 

You relaxed in your own bed. Your leg splayed off the edge.“-just think about it,”

“I'm thinking about it,” You lied. Because you’ve actually been reading the same  ‘Wikipedia’ page for the last five minutes and you were afraid that if you moved a muscle, something just might burst. 

The other didn’t know this though. How could she? So she rolled her eyes, lips pinched. “Im serious,” 

“I mean it's May—May," she turned a page, "We're supposed to be touring temples but instead we're-" she looked over at you and then winced. "-I actually don't know what you're doing," 

"Waiting for this bootleg ibuprofen to kick in," you muttered, your phone now fallen asleep. You took a strangled breath. 

"I don't think it's working," 

“Are you sure you don't want tea?” she asked cause she was nice and didn’t know that every word she spoke made you want to bite bricks. You shoved your head into the pillow and tried to suffocate yourself. “Nah, rather vomit,” Last night, you only had one cup and instantly spat it out. You’d rather stick to sink water. 

“I think I'm just gonna die here,” you groaned, ‘cause it would just be your luck really. Then you curled into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees. The position only made it worse.  Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. 

The woman sucked her teeth, “Right, die in a run down hostel, in the middle of nowhere, that's not inconsiderate,”

“Kindly fuck off,”

“To get tea? Yeah I'm suddenly in the mood,” you shot the woman a glare, and suddenly it's her that's ignoring you. The look on her face smug as she jumped into some trousers and walked out the door. 

You took the moment to look out the window. It faced the front streets, above all the pop shops and grocery bags. Below you, people ran to get away from the onslaught. No one wanted to drive today, clearly. People bustled in the streets, business men went home and school children ran with their bags over their heads. Anything to get out of the rain. 

Except one, a lone figure at the edge of the sidewalk, who stood straight, unaffected. He did not wear an umbrella or a raincoat for that matter. Instead, his shelter was the leaves of the sidewalk trees. It flicked and fettered over him, it also did a shit poor job of actually keeping him dry. He looked at your Hostel. Unmoving. In your delusion, he was also blue, he looked very very blue.

Your face pinched and then the needle in your stomach twisted and your intestines curled and you forgot all about it. At least some people didn’t mind the rain. 

—-

It never stopped raining. Not truly. It might've drizzled, or splashed or allowed a pause within the bulging of clouds and the clap of thunder but it never actually stopped. Not for more than a few minutes anyway. 

Time only existed within the ratatat typing of rain. Between the moment where it splashed and melded into the streets. 

You didn't know what was more irritating, the cramps or that sound. After a few moments, your roommate picked the sound and that was all you needed to hear before you popped another ibuprofen and migrated to the play rooms of the hostel. 

Play room was stretching it though. It was simply a small living room with an ancient boxed tv and folding chairs. It's crowded when the two of you get down there. An odd mix of your classmates and other residents and they’re all watching the news on the weather. 

‘Unexpected’ they said, ‘unlikely to stop anytime soon,'  which in other words meant your earlier sentiment was right. 

You were never leaving this hostel and you were all feeling it. You've never felt so bored, so hungry. And the daily work assignments and sandwiches in the fridge weren't cutting it. You guys were going to have to leave the hostel for food eventually. Maybe that's why you were feeling the way? 

 It was a good hypothesis as the pangs in your belly tightened. You've never felt a hunger like this before. Strong and potent. 

So, a few hours later you're outside now. A few blocks away from the hostel and filled with enough ibuprofen that it might not be the storms that’ll kill you. There's only one grocery store on your street. It's an artificial beacon of fluorescent lights, the door rung when you opened it.  

With wobbly knees, you walked inside and the weather followed. A man with a mop looked up and glared at you. You ducked into one of the aisles.  

You needed something sweet, something heavy. Bread? No. Ice cream? You ran through each aisle. And then you walked and then your just sort of sludged your way around. Each movement made the world curl into itself, your floor tilted beneath your feet. 

By the time you actually got to the front again nothing looked appealing. Tortilla bread suddenly looked too heavy and chorizo looked too much. You looked at your basket, lips downturned. 

Maybe you should just get a drink instead. But even that made you want to curl into yourself. Soda was too much. A lemonade too sweet. What about water? At that your stomach twisted and turned, cold than hot. The cashier looked at you plainly. 

“¿Eso es todo, señora?" you blinked.

He was an older man, with sunken eyes and gray hair that was long but tied into a tight ponytail. He gave off a scent of artificial pine tree, his fingers battered with callouses. He had a gold tooth and his shirt, although clean, was translucent due to the rain that battered through the window every time a customer came in. 

You licked your lips, warmth in your belly overflowed. You wondered if he’d let you get on your knees. If all it would take was a look and sweet words before you led yourself behind the counter-

“señora?” the man's voice boomed you out of your thoughts, you flinched back. “Sorry, I-” you shook your head, “¿Tienes uh agua?” 

His eye twitched. “pasillo 10,”

Your mouth went dry. You looked to the back aisle, at the long tiled floors that seemed to drag on forever. On a back shelf the water sat pretty.  You licked your lips again. Something in you bloomed. It was exactly what you needed. Water.

With a fevered glance back, you battered your fingers against the counter. One gallon would be just as much as the food. It looked more appetizing too, like it would belly over the thirst that ran in your tummy. 

Like a great way to wash the taste of the man off your tongue.  

You shook your head, “Actually-” 

“-¿Te importaría conseguirlo para mí?” the man just looked at you, their mouth downturned. He looked ready to stay no. 

The aisle wasn’t that far away. And anyone with working legs would be able to make it to the back. But something in your face made the man's face relaxed, the corner of his lips pinched. “fine,” then with a glance, “Pero no vomites en mi suelo,” 

Unlikely. In fact vomiting was a very real possibility. You felt it in your throat, in the overtone and queasiness that slobbed in your tummy. 

You looked at him as he left. Watched the skin on his back, the sweat that twinkled down his spine. Your stomach flipped and turned. Suddenly, your hands were clammy and your lips dry. What kind of hunger was this?  

What kind, made you want this? Claws in your back, and kisses on your chest. You wanted it bad, like a bird wanted murder and a plant water, it was a need, a cancer that furloughed in your deepest cavities and bloomed. Ricocheting like a bullet before you fell to your knees and vomited it all out. 

—

You don't go out much after that. 

#namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x black reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor smut #namor x black!reader #namor x f!reader #black panther smut #namor fics #black panther fic #namor lemon #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

[psychedelic-ink]

Can I suggest 13 and 36 for Namor please? The grip this man has honestly aghhhhhhh

prompt list: #13 & #36 “be a good girl and spread your legs” “you’re mine”

I'm yours

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut, romance

word count: 512

summary: His lips meet yours again and you feel yourself melting into him. You know that you will never be able to deny him anything. 

warnings: established relationship, lots of kissing and touching, nothing super explicit, possessive!namor

MLISTS .  LIBRARY.

The sand is so warm and inviting beneath your toes, almost as if it’s welcoming you to its paradise. You feel the sun’s rays kiss your skin, making you feel alive and loved. You look out over the sea, its waves crashing in a steady rhythm, and you feel the tension of the day wash away. You turn your gaze to Namor, your king and your lover, and you can’t help but feel your heart swell with emotion.

He steps closer, taking your face in his hands, and you close your eyes, feeling the warmth and love radiating off of him. His lips brush against yours and you swear you can feel the entire universe spark to life. He pulls away and looks at you, his eyes burning with intensity, and he whispers, “Look what you do to me. You’re mine, aren't you?”

He presses his lips against yours again, this time with more intensity. His hands move from your face to your waist and he pulls you closer to him. Your heart races as you feel his warmth against your body.

He breaks the kiss and trails his lips down your neck. His hands move up to your shoulders and he begins to caress them gently. You feel a warmth spreading through your body as he continues to kiss and massage your neck and shoulders.

Namor moves his hands up to your face and looks into your eyes. His lips find yours again and he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. His hands move down your body, his fingertips tracing the curves of your body as he moves lower and lower.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, his own eyes filled with desire. He whispers softly, “I want you, all of you.” His lips meet yours again and you feel yourself melting into him. You know that you will never be able to deny him anything. 

Namor's hands roam over your body as he pulls you closer, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. You can feel his desire for you, and you know that you want him just as badly.

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as you kiss him deeply. You can feel his muscles rippling beneath your touch, and you can't get enough of him.

He hovers above you. You can see the hunger in his eyes as he looks down at you, and you know that you are his for the taking. Namor kisses you hungrily, his lips moving over yours with a fierce intensity. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer as you surrender to your desire.

You are lost in the moment, completely consumed by the heat of his touch. You know that you are meant to be together, and nothing else matters at this moment except for the two of you. You are his, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

#namor x f!reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor x reader

[haechvn]

What Did I Tell You? (18+ NSFW)

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Jealous!Shuri. Eater!Shuri. Munch!Reader

Summary/Request: Shuri and reader go to the club and reader doesn't know how to act

Word Count: 1.3k+

Author’s Note: Yall. Vibranium Strap!Shuri went viral omg. I hope you guys enjoyed my rant the other day about smut. Here’s more smut.

Taglist : @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @beautybyfire @homelessmicechild @theblacksuccubus @cherios @killmongerskeeper

Her eyes can’t seem to leave your beautiful body as your hips whined and swayed to the music blasting through the club speakers. The vibrations of afrobeats and dancehall drummed through the crowded club your girlfriend bought out, vibing with your closest friends and Shuri’s as well. Tonight was a well needed night off that the both of you were excited for. Well, you more than Shuri.

Now, this night turned into having to reprimand you every few minutes about how you don’t need to be twerking on security guard or that slow whining to Rema was reserved for her and her only. You don’t usually act out or cause any scenes with your woman but something in you just wanted to let loose. You wanted to see how far you could push your calm, cool headed partner since she has never shown any signs of jealousy before. And she has no real reason to either. She is well aware of how stunning she is and everything that makes her a catch so the thought of another stealing your attention has never crossed her mind. Not until now.

You are practically on top of your friends, in the shared section, grinding and whining your glorious ass away to the sensual music the same way you all used to when you were in college. Except this isn’t college and you were single back then. Now you are in Wakanda and in a committed relationship with the Princess. All of that had left your mind the moment the fifth shot had entered your system, just craving to have fun with your peers again. Shuri, on the other hand, has had enough of your seemingly disrespectful behavior. She had to pull you to the side two times already and now she is feeling as if you are trying to spite her on purpose.

“I’ll be better, okay baby. Just relax,” you had told her minutes before you decided that twerking on the table was a good idea. She trusts you no doubt about it but she also knows that she doesn't want you exposing yourself in inappropriate ways and simultaneously tarnish her reputation as Princess. She is never embarrassed of you but she also knows that you still not are completely used to the way things spread around Wakanda yet and she wants to be able to protect you from that.

Dragging her feet towards you, she takes hold of your wrist and drags you out of the club, notifying your peers that you would be back in two seconds. Of course that wasn’t the case. Shuri likes to travel in style so she is now pushing your fine ass into the limo that had taken you two to the club, wanting nothing more than to put an end to this outrageous behavior and put you in your place.

Sitting idly, you started to feel chills run up your spine as Shuri’s eyes darkened cornering you into the soft velvet seats, leaving you no place to hide. It seems like your plan worked. Her jaw was slightly clenched as she softly popped her knuckles, making her way towards you with no effort at all. Her lips first touched your collarbones as she whispered into them.

“You think it’s okay to walk around looking as good as you do and try to make a fool out of me?”, one hand clutching your neck with a tight grip, while the other traces your spine. Yes, yes. It’s working, you think to yourself as you feel Shuri push you off of the limo seats and onto the floor. “Since you want to act like such a useless brat, you need to remind yourself of who you are going home with.”

In a swift movement, Shuri’s gorgeous pussy is resting in your mouth, calling you to pleasure her in every way possible. Just as you were about to softly lick her clit, Shuri grabs your neck and shoves you forward, wrapping her legs around your head while rocking her hips up into your mouth relentlessly, not wanting to give you a chance to collect yourself. Her folds are so slick and so wet on your lips. She feels like a dream you never want to wake up from.

“Do you think you can act anyhow in a club I bought out for us eh? You think that I won’t–,” Shuri leans forward to deliver a harsh slap to your ass making you whimper in slight pain, "do anything about it. You don’t know me well enough then. You better make me feel good.”

Trying your best to please your Queen, you bobbed your head in unison with her thrusts, sticking your tongue as far as you can up her pussy, nose bumping with her large clit with barely any air in your lungs. Her moans sound so delicious and knowing that you are bringing that to your Queen is making you wet as well. You want to let her know that you are hers and hers only so you take two fingers and push them into her, seeing her head fall back and hearing her voice go up a few octaves. Hitting her spot over and over, Shuri furiously pushes you away from her, pulling her into your lap while sliding your wet panties to the side. One hand grips your neck as her other begins to massage your clit, circling slowly, wanting you to feel all of her movement and know that she’s the only one that can bring you to this place.

“You need to be taught a lesson my princess. I can’t have you thinking that you are the one in control.” Stroking you delicately, Shuri has you throwing your head back on her right shoulder, hips moving up to meet her movements. Shuri plants sloppy, wet kisses all along the side of your neck, speeding up her fingers before dipping them inside you fully. You moan out at the feeling of her finally letting you feel the way you’ve been wanting to. Smirking at this, the princess tightens her grip on your neck and digs her fingers deeper, creating large circles inside your pussy, her clit twitching at the sight of you so open and vulnerable for her.

“You better not cum. You better not think about how amazing my fingers feel inside of you,” Shuri forces your head to turn to yours, hands opening your mouth and you know what she wants you to do. Sticking your tongue out as she spit into that sexy mouth of yours. She waited until you swallowed for her to repeat this action once more before moving onto other things.

“Open yourself up for me the way you were trying to for those basic girls in the club.” She quickened her paced once she felt you squeezing on her fingers. “Oh? you wanna cum? Okay baby. Cum on me right now let me feel–,” she teased, slipping her finger outside of you, sliding them up your slit, brushing past your clit and shoving them in your mouth. Wow she really doesn’t like how you acted. With your tongue swirling around her two fingers, she loosen her grip on your neck and delivers harsh slaps to your pussy. Who do you think you are to get her all riled up like this?

Almost nearing your release, Shuri pulls her fingers out of you and slides your panties back in place. Before you can start to argue, she places a hungry, wet kiss on your lips and lightly pushes you forward to get off of her.

“I need to get back in there. They were about to play my favorite song before you decided to act crazy.” Pouting, you tried to stop her from exiting the car, suggesting that the two of you should just go back home instead. Shuri laughs and gives you a light kiss on your forehead.

“You know I dropped for this club today? I know I'm rich but I am still going to enjoy my money. Get yourself together so we can go back inside. Now please”

#shuri x reader #shuri smut #shuri angst #shuri black panther #mcu smut #shuri is a eater #shuri loves pussy #shuri imagine #princess shuri smut #black panther x reader #shuri x f!reader #shuri x fem!reader #namor smut #black panther imagine #marvel imagine #black panther fics #shuri x y/n #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #black panther smut #black panther angst #marvel #marvel angst #marvel fluff #marvel smut #shuri x namor #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #princess shuri #shuri fluff

[aviawrites]

no woman no cry (stay pt.2)

⚠️!!WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS!!⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬/𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯)

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭, 𝘺/𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯. 𝘊𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺…𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. (3.7𝘬)

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 4 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 (𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥)! 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘵.3? 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘺𝘬. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘪𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘭𝘺&lt;3

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Part 3

The vast celestial cave was in stark contrast to the storms building up in your head. Thick rope-like bars form the cube shaped cage that you’ve been placed in.

You could only imagine how shocked Shuri was when she saw this for the first time. No matter how many times she’d recited it to you, nothing could’ve prepared you for what you’re seeing now. Most importantly, the amount of vibranium powering their city.

Setting aside the fact that you’ve been imprisoned like an animal, Namor was kind enough to sit with you as you sulk.

Setting aside the fact that you’ve been imprisoned like an animal, Namor was kind enough to sit with you as you sulk.

“They’re going to come back for me.” 

“I know.” He blankly looks out at the open underwater canyon, eyes glued to the pool of water lying in the center.

“And you’re gonna sit and wait?” You ask. Of course he wasn’t; but you’re 100% sure he has a plan, and you need to know what it is.

He looks back at you, “Once the black Panther comes back, neither of you won’t be waiting for long. You’ll rest soon.”

The silence lingering between you as he holds eye contact makes your stomach turn. ‘You’ll rest soon.’ 

Namor has shown you his entire kingdom. He’s told you the full history, allowing you to see the true greatness that Talokan really is. You can only imagine what stranger would be allowed let see that in Wakanda. 

A stranger who wouldn’t live to tell the tale.

A dead man.

You quickly figure out that your life is purely at the mercy of K’uk’ulkan. His timing is precise and intentional. You’re the bait, Shuri’s the prey, no one leaves alive.

“You don’t want to fight with them. I promise you.” You warn.

“You think I don’t know how to protect myself?” He scoffs, turning back to the water. “You know better.” He alludes to the last battle the two civilizations had. 

“You haven’t seen the worst of it. Wakanda has evolved since you last attacked it.” You mindlessly blurt.

“Ma'alob (good). So have we.” 

You shake your head, “They will destroy you, Namor.” 

He laughs as if you’re saying the most ridiculous things to him. “Sure.”

He stands up and walks toward the vibranium lined door. The two female guards on each side bow their heads when he passes them, pulling the door shut behind him.

Left in silence, other than the ripples of the water, you’re forced to think. Hard. The first thing that crosses your mind is escape. You consider taking the guards’ spears, stealing the sub-suit and swimming out. 

 Based off of the fatal combat you’ve experienced from the blue whale riders before, you know better than to strike them head on. Instead, you decide to take separate route - gaining their trust. For now, at least.

“Excuse me.” You wave over one of the stone faced woman at the door. 

An annoyed expression on her face, she trudges over to the bars of your cage.

“Listen,” you start, “I know you don’t trust me, that’s understandable. But you have got to believe me when I say that I’m not the Wakandan you think I am. I just- I really need for you to unlock this door. I’ll be gone less than 5 minutes. I only want to see your city once again. It was so beautiful the first time. You lie.

The woman squints her eyes at you as the translator relays your message to her. She says something in her native tongue. 

“No.” Her voice translator says to you as she begins to walk away.

“Wait!” You call her back. She pauses, taking a deep breath before turning back to you.

 “I know you hate me for what my-“ you stop yourself, “for what the black Panther said. I’m upset too, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I believe that she should be burn for compromising your safety that way. I’m on your side, I’ll even help you do it, okay? Namor just won’t listen to me.” You rant, hoping you spoke fast enough to that the translator confuses the woman into complying.

“The Black Panther burns.” She says back to you. You’re not surprised that’s the only part she wanted to hear. She looks around, only seeing the other guard before beginning to work on your lock. 

“You view the city and you’re back in 5 minutes.” The robotic voice says.

“Yes.” You agree, silently jumping up and down. “5 minutes.”

You feel strange walking out of the door that’s seemed like an iron wall until now.

…

Pushing the door open, you’re met with another wide cavern filled with crystal and rock compliments. You take 3 steps before stopping dead in your tracks. 2 voices echo through the hollow room as you tiptoe to hide behind a sizable boulder.

From the yellow and orange feathers to the blue and gold jewelry around the neck, it was instantly obvious who was in the room with you. 

Namor and Namora’s conversation was nothing less of unintelligible to you, as it was all in a foreign language. The only two words you could spell out were the mayan cognates, “Explosivos (explosives)” and “Tráfico (traffic)” synonymous with ‘trade.’  It was clear that their plan wasn’t clean. Mischievous are the Talokanil.

Changing your intention, you notice that slightly under this boulder is a seemingly stray spear. Rusted and dull, it’s obviously been  there for a long time. Clearly forgotten.

You silently pick it up and move from behind the rock. Bending your knees to take silent steps, you stealthily make your way behind Namor, unseen by Namora. 

Wasting no time, you take your jab, aiming directly for Namor’s torso. Only, it doesn’t give. Before you could even touch Namor, Namora shoves him to the side, spotting you just in time. Flustered, you can tell that Namor is just as surprised to see you as Namora is. You don’t have a chance to defend yourself before Namora reveals a dagger from her garments and brings it down on you, penetrating your stomach. 

You sharply inhale, not allowing your scream to escape you. Namora doesn’t break eye contact as she leaves her knife sinked in your gut. Her eyes are so full of vengeance that it makes you shudder. You instinctively grab onto her wrist that’s attached to the weapon as your legs give out, falling to your knees.

——

If this were Wakanda, your stab wound would’ve stopped aching in a matter of minutes. But to your dismay, you wake up to the same amount of pain in your stomach as when it happened. Only, it was nothing compared to the sharp and prickly pain in your forearm. 

Jolting awake, you quickly realize that you’re no longer in the original cave. Though, you’re sure you’re still captured, as the room still has that blue Talokan tint to it. A woman with the same color to her is standing to your left, a thick needle inserted into your skin.

You automatically pull away, the wide circumference of the needle causing blinding pain. She holds your arm in place as she empties the syringe, sending a blue flashing light into your forearm before pulling it back out.

Avoiding looking at the bloody and gruesome tube, you stare at the blinking light and bullet-shaped wound on your arm.

“What is that?” You ask, pressing around it to see if it’s numb.

She stays silent, only wrapping white bandage around it. She grabs the bandaged arm and pulls you to your feet. You almost buckle over in pain; your stomach soreness mixed with her unnecessary pressure on your fresh wound causes you to go light headed.

You’re woozily dragged back to the familiar room, the sight of the cage making your stomach churn. 

“Is she okay?” 

Even in your drowsy state, that voice is unmistakable. You head whips around to the source as the Talokanil continues to pull you toward the cage. She opens the door and drops you in, slamming it behind her.

You scramble back to the door, holding the bars for support as you search the room for the voice. Finally, your eyes land on Namor’s large frame, a holographic call beaming from his bracelet.

“She’s fine.” He lowly says, slowly pacing the room.

“Shuri.” You call out, your voice barely above a whisper in your weakened state.

Namor looks back at you, “You’re lucky.” He says to Shuri, “She just got back.”

Shuri eagerly almost cuts him off. “Let me see her.” 

“Not yet. You’ll see her during pickup, I promise.”

“Unharmed.” Shuri urges.

“She’ll be just fine.” 

Pickup.

In a matter of 4 seconds your mind runs through and organizes all of what you’ve heard in the past few days, a skill Shuri taught you when you were teenagers.

Exchange, Shuri agreed to trade something for you, predictable. Explosives, Namor doesn’t plan for everyone to make it out alive. And then there’s the blue light in your arm. From what you’ve seen back home, you could only assume it’s a monitor of some sort. A tracker. Even if you did survive this, he didn’t plan on losing you. No matter where you ran.

“No!” You yell, your voice coming out hoarse. “Shuri, it’s a trap! Don’t come!”

The hologram in front of Namor disappears before you could finish your sentence. Namor bends down and picks up a full plate sitting on the floor next to him before turning and walking toward you.

“I know what you’re doing.” You sneer.

“So you’ve figured it out. Smart girl.” He slides the plate of fried fish through the small space in the cage. “But it’s too late.”

“They’re not going to fall for it.” You insist.

“They already have.” He shrugs, walking away with his chest up.

You’re left alone once again, slumping yourself against the rails as you hang your head low. Your heart aches for how Riri or Shuri were surely feeling during their captivity. The only comforting thoughts are the hopes that you’ll be out of here soon. Being back at home with Shuri, her arms slithering around you in the night, squeezing tighter when you’d move too much. You catch yourself wrapping your own arms around your body, aching for her touch. Tears line your eyes as you softly weep.

——

You’ve manically been rubbing a rock on the floor for hours now, attempting to get it as sharp as possible. You’ve refused food and water for days and the boredom wasn’t helping your mental at all, you needed a distraction. 

Surprisingly, it worked semi well. It’s no dagger, not even close. But it would function as a nice blade if need be.

You’re just barely pulled out of your trance when you hear commotion in the water behind you. You look over your shoulder to see a green and blueish helmet emerging. Immediately it’s recognizable. It’s the same colors as Shuri’s design for Nakia’s new suit.

Tucking the rock into your clothes, you scurry to the bars as fast as your frail body will take you. Nakia only reveals her head, staying hidden from the chaperones at the door.

“Nakia!” You whisper yell, “What are you doing here? How are you here?”

“I’ve come to take you home.” She says so quietly you almost don’t hear her. “But you’ve got to find a way out of that cage first.” 

Right, easy.

You shake your head, signaling that you can’t do that. You would’ve been gone by now if you could have.

“They’ll see me if I do.” She insists. You roll your eyes, although you should be showering her in thanks right now. 

Nakia’s eyes roam from your face to your forearm, and then to your stomach. You cross your arms in attempt to hide your injuries from her, not wanting that to add to her list of worries.

“What-“ Before she can finish, she’s pulled back underwater at the speed of light. So fast it doesn’t even disrupt the water.

You blink in astonishment. Maybe you hallucinated it. Because she almost just…disappeared. But in the back of your mind you knew better. You knew what and who lived in the waters below her.

“Nakia!” 

Just then, 3 bulky and blue men burst through the door, running straight past your cage and diving into the same waters Nakia was just in. Shortly after, 4 women follow them, diving in with their feathered headpieces and sharpened spears. Hoards of Talokanil continue to run in and jump in the water. 

Finally, you recognize one.

“Namor!” You call as he makes his way to the water. He’s wearing the headdress. It in all of its glory dazzles behind him, a true god-like power filling the room.

“What’s happening?” You stand.

He scans you up and down, “They fell for it.” He shrugs before plunging into the water.

Your blood runs cold at his statement. You grab the columns and begin shaking and tugging as hard as you can. You know it’s pointless, the glowing metal flowing through them, vibranium, makes it 100% unshakeable.

“Nakia!” You shout, kicking the lock with all of your strength. You scream in frustration, knowing that a fight is ensuing above you and you’re stuck powerless.

Seemingly some of the last people still in the cave, the women who stand watch at your door begin walking toward the water.

“Wait, wait!” You beg, “Please let me out. You can’t leave me here, I beg you. Please unlock this.” 

They look at each other then back at you, one of them walking toward your cage. You breathe a sigh of relief as she begins unlatching the bolt.

“Thank you.” You almost cry, walking out. “Thank you so much you don’t understand-“

A shooting pain burns through your neck, initially impairing your speech. You look to the orgin. The 2nd woman retrieves a the liquid filled syringe from your throat, the two of them catching you before your legs have out.

“What the- Stop!” You fight as they drag you to the 2nd room over. There, you see the substantially large water suit. The same one Namor gave you when you saw Talokan for the first time. 

They push you in the direction of it, getting little resistance as your neck aches at any little movement. They assemble it on you in no time and pull you back into the cage room. It’s clear that this was their plan from the start as they both jump into the water without a second thought, taking you with them.

The higher you swim, the deeper you feel yourself slipping into whatever they injected you with. You resist, fighting to keep your eyes open as the city of Talokan becomes smaller and smaller below you. 

Finally, you can see the ocean becoming brighter as you near the top. They quickly unzip the suit and remove your helmet once you break the surface. Seeing clearer now, you notice the feather serpent god getting closer. You can tell that one of his wings are torn as he flies toward you. The women hand you over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He guides you through the warm waters onto the shore. Your stomach turns when you see who’s there.

There, waiting for you, is Shuri, M’Baku, Okoye, and the dora. You would’ve thought Shuri was a goddess herself the way your eyes lit up at the sight of her. In your woozy and fatigued state, you flash her a smile the best you can.

But she doesn’t return it. Instead, her eyes scroll your body. She lingers on your neck, arm, and stomach. You hold your abdomen, as the rough treatment mixed with the salty waters have reopened what Namora gave you. No words spoken, Shuri pounces toward you. Okoye grabs her just in time, mumbling some sense into her ear.

“You told me she was okay!” She yells across the shore to Namor.

“I told you she’s fine.” He mockingly looks you up and down, “She is, isn’t she?”

“You said she was unharmed!” She increases her fights against Okoye, holding back her full power. "Ikoki! (Liar!). You lied!"

Namor doesn’t so much as flinch. His irritatingly calm demeanor only makes Shuri more impatient.

"The deal was to return her back to you safely. I’ve done as much. Have you held up your end?" 

"There is no deal, fish man." M'Baku interrupts, "You've broken your promise."

"I see." Namor nods. He calmly pulls you with him, heading back toward the ocean.

“Wait!” Shuri’s shouts. The two of you turn around. “We have it.”

Namor lightly bows his head, go on. 

Shuri takes something from one of the dora milaje. Displayed in front of her, the glowing purple herb looks to foreign outside of the garden. 

“No.” You shake your head, projecting your voice as far as it can go. Giving Talokan the power to evolve in the way the heart shaped herb could make them would be a grave mistake. They’d be unstoppable, 10x more powerful than they are now…20x more powerful than Wakanda. It isn’t worth it.

Regardless, Shuri begins walking toward you. Once again, Okoye stops her. Shuri lets out a grunt of frustration.

“Let me go.”

“It’s not worth it.” Okoye frantically tries to reason.

“She is worth it.” Shuri seethes.

“We can find another way. This is irreversible.”

You can tell that Okoye’s words aren’t going to be enough.

“My love,” you mumble, “don’t.”

Disregarding you, Shuri shoves Okoye with more strength than she could reciprocate. “I am your queen!” 

“She is my queen.” Okoye raises her voice, stern in her statement.

You can only shake your head. Though Wakanda still stands, it’s clear that Namor has already successfully destroyed it. Or more specifically, the relationships within it. 

Even M’Baku can’t stop the strength of the black Panther as she pushes them both aside, dead set on trading the herb for you.

Seconds later, you feel a small vibration on your waist. The blade. As soon as you feel it, you recognize that the sand beneath you is vibrating as well, a low rumbling sound growing louder.

“Shuri…” you warn, your head starting to pound from how tired you feel.

She doesn’t respond, picking up her pace to get to you.

“Shuri, stop!-“

It’s too late. The ground below you nearly splits in two as a geyser-like aqua explosion rips through the sand. Everyone is flung back. It’s only when your body harshly thuds back in the waves that you realize Namor is no longer beside you. This was his plan. The explosives, the trade, the pickup. Take out Wakanda’s queen, black panther, and herb to insure they’ll continue to fail; consequently, never threatening Talokan’s safety ever again.

If only you had done something about it sooner.

The sedatives given to you finally take over. Your ears ring as the temperate waters wash past you. The following events after the explosion only occur to you in flashes. 

The juddering of a helicopter overpowers the ringing. Your heart beat joins the sounds in your ears just as you see the familiar Everett Ross enter your vision, along with other American men in suits.

They cautiously pull you off of the ground, Everett holding you bridal style as he walks toward the tree line. You catch glimpses of more dora and Jabari running from the quinjet to the scene, some seemingly arguing with the US officials. Only hearing bits and pieces, you gathered enough to piece it together. 

The Talokanil were long gone by the time the US government got to the scene. Wakanda’s jet was parked in the trees since the beginning, prepared for any turn out. Because of this, it would only make sense to take all of the injured personnel on the jet and heal them within hours in Wakanda.

But there was one problem, the attack happened on US territory. And America has been waiting to get their hands on one of you. It was a battle between two super powers.

——

The lasting pain and soreness throughout your body is a clear sign of what country you’re in. The white room and hospital bed nearly blinds you when you open your eyes. 

Your gaze travels up to the tv. Reports on the incident have already reached the news, the explosion having been seen and captured from miles away.

‘Newly crowned Wakandan queen attacked in the Gulf of Mexico’ The headline read.

You can’t stop the millions of thoughts that run through your head. How long has it been? Could they have seen Namor? Did the US government discover Talokan? Where's the herb? Where's Nakia?

 Where is Shuri?

The door to your room suddenly opens, pulling you from your thoughts.

“She rises!” Everett announces, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Ross,” you’re breathing heavies, “Why am I here?”

"Well- I don't know if you remember, but the underwater guys kinda-"

“No, I know that. I mean-“ You blink back tears of frustration, trying to clear your mind. “How long has it been?”

“Uh,” He takes a seat beside your bed, “you were airlifted here 4 days ago. The press hasn’t stopped reporting on it.”

“And where is Shuri?”

“Um, I couldn’t tell you-“

“And Nakia. I never saw her on the shore.”

“I don’t-“

“And why would Shuri trade the herb, I mean-“

Your breathing quickly turns into hyperventilation as your eyes flood with water. You feel just as helpless as you did in the cage. You feel empty. Away from your country, away from Shuri, and away from your family. 

The one thing you know is that you not only have duties to fulfill, but you now have a country to run. You’ve got to find a solution, and fast. Not just for you, or for Shuri, but for all of Wakanda.

There’s no time to cry.

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