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fckwritersblock · 1 year

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I’m sorry fren 😭😭 I couldn’t help myself

Please?

Bucky x black reader

Description: After a heated argument between the two of you, one where the words exchanged were better left unsaid, has left your apartment leaving the two of you unsure of where you stood in each others lives. Now, all Bucky wants to do, is be done with this John Walker business so he can come home to you and tell you how he really feels.

Angst. Angsty as fuck and I don’t know where I came from but I’m sorry.

Here I am. Me. Trying to be apart of something great! @fineanddandy 2k celebration! My submission to the #breakuptomakeup2k with only a 80% understanding of said assignment as I chose emo smut for this. Again y’all. 80% understanding 😅 I got carried away, there is no smut to be found…but just. Here. He y’all go

I’ll be back with another contribution and I’ll be going for angry but until then… Enjoy… Whatever this is lmao

( unedited. Af )

Flashbacks will be in bold.

There will also be a pov change so pay attention. Also the gifs, closest thing I could find to the relevance of the story so…brace yourselves

Word count: 3,481

Bucky was once again at the bar he frequented. It was where he did his people watching and got in his mandated weekly social interactions in order to keep his therapist off his back.

All the regular joes were there, but there was someone in particular, a new face, a pretty one, he found sitting at the bar. One, that was unfortunately, being bothered by the resident asshole. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t really give a fuck but for some reason he did care about the frown that was on your face as the guys seem to be getting extra handsy. As Bucky approached the counter he heard you giving him what he knew wasn’t the first warning.

“Mister, you reach over here with those grubby fingers again you gon pull back less than you reached over here with.” You threatened as you reached for your purse.

“Excuse me, Bucky wedged himself between you and the asshole facing you.

“I’m Bucky.” he spoke, holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/n," you shook his hand slowly a bit confused, only for Bucky to wink at you.

He turned to the man who wouldn’t leave you alone.

“And you are?”

The man took Bucky’s hand and attempted to grip it firmly in order to intimidate him, and before he answered with his name, Bucky gripped his hand hard before releasing it quickly said man falling to the floor.

“Don’t care, beat it.” He said taking the guys seat.

“You broke my fingers.” He groaned from his position on the floor.

“Dislocated.” Bucky brushed him off and took a seat.

Quickly dragged out by security, the two of you watched in amusement before but he turned to you once more.

He thought you were breathtakingly beautiful. The smile on your face wascontagious and he found himself smiling too.

"Y/n,” he tested your name out on his tongue, and you nodded confirming. “Can I get you a drink?"

The rest was history.

The way Bucky fell for You happened so fast yet so slow and all at once. It had been a while but Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt this much love from somebody. Received this much love from somebody. Truly felt like he had someone in his corner other than Steve before he… Went away. He had finally managed to find someone on his own.

His own person.

You knew all about his past, the things he’d done, and had yet to judge him. Every time he got in a mood you made sure to remind him that it was temporary. And it was OK to feel whatever and however he may have been feeling.

His person.

“You got 10 minutes, than we’re doing things my way.” Bucky rolled his eyes as John Walker, America’s new appointed Captain America, attempted to display his authority as Sam went in to attempt to talk down Karli.

Bucky was more than over his self righteous bullshit. He was genuine. This was just another kid trying too hard. But he was here. And he would have Sam’s back, the same way Steve would. Even if he was mad at him for giving up the shield.

He wanted to go home. Bucky didn’t like this one bit, then again, he could recall you saying the same thing just a week ago. And if he went home now, his argument with you would be all for nought.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.” He watch you pace back and forth and he pack his stuff to take back to his place before meeting Sam.

“What do you want me to do?” He huffed becoming increasingly frustrated.

“I want you to sit back, and mind your fucking business for once.” You exclaimed hands flapping all over the place for dramatic affect.

“Y/n. You know I have to-“

“No. You don’t.” You cut him off talking through your teeth. “You don’t have anything to prove to anybody. Steven is gone. You don’t owe anyone shit.”

“I didn’t expect you to understand. God for bid something other than you have my attention.”

“And what’s that suppose to mean.?”

“You have a family! The shield. It’s the closest thing to family that I have-“

“Oh, Fuck you! Okay!”

“Oh, fuck me?!”

“Yes, you bastard! Fuck you! You have of me! But if you want to go around I continue chasing ghosts and potentially get yourself killed, you go ahead. See if I care-“

“You don’t!” He yelled causing you to jump.

It was the first time he actually raised his voice at you and while it didn’t scare you per se, it caught you off guard. He let out a deep breath clenching his jaw as he snatched his bag off the couch.

“You don’t care and It’s clear I was kidding myself for everything thinking you could..” he caught him self before he could say anything else.

“I could what James?”

He could hear the crack in your voice and knew your feelings were probably hurt but he continued to throw the bag over his shoulder before grabbing the front doorknob.

“Love me.”

That was the last thing he said before he left you. That you didn’t love him. It was a stupid thing to say. I really stupid dumb hurtful thing to say.

Something he knew wasn’t true.

You guys have yet to say ‘I love you’ to one another, seeing it as it had only been about 6 months and you had done your best to make sure you were patient. With him, his feelings. But even though you hadn’t said it.

He felt it.

He could absolutely feel the love you poured into him each and every day. That day, just wasn’t a good day. He was anxious, on edge. He was angry. So very angry. And while all this time he had done his best to not take it out on you, he failed this time. Between things with you and the storm they we’re headed for now, he was all over the place. He closed his eyes for a second trying to calm himself down. He imagined you there with him, telling him what you always did every time he was frustrated with himself and not feeling in control.

“They’re feeling, Bucky. As much as we wish we could control them we can’t. Not always. And that’s okay.” You would say. “You’re not a bad person for having feelings and not knowing what to do with them. You’re human.”

Bucky sighed eyes still closed, hearing your voice in his head clear as day as if you were still with him.

“I’m human.” He repeated.

“Buck.”

He opened his eyes quickly, having forgotten where he was momentarily.

“You alright?” Sam asked after what they just witnessed

“No.” Sam nodded at Bucky’s answer, feeling similarly.

“‘Are you ready for this.” Sam fired another question as they prepared to enter the deserted warehouse.

To this Bucky said nothing, just made his way into the abandoned building.

John Walker had just killed a man. He killed man mercilessly. He killed a man in public. And he had done so using the shield. Steve’s shield.

They had to make to things right and they had to do it together.

The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could be with you.

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You had been pretty down the past 2 weeks without Bucky. You slept better when he was there. Felt better. Protected. Love.

This wasn’t the first time you guys argued and it wasn’t the first time he tried to push you away. This time though, It just felt so…so final.

Like he was done with you.

God you hoped that wasn’t true and that he’d come back to you.

After watching the news this morning, the faith that Bucky would come back to you was restored. The news reported that he and Sam had gotten John Walker and his position as Caption had been terminated. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that Bucky and Sam had accomplished exactly what they set out to do. Now all that was left was for him to return to you.

You waited anxiously for his arrival and while you weren’t sure when he’d come, it had to be soon right?

You’re feeling were hurt from the events that transpired between you two, but you knew he didn’t mean it. Beneath the tough exterior bucky was a big old softy. He fancied himself a ladies man when he was with you. Which is why you also knew he’d be beating himself up over it. This was probably the most time you guys has been away from each other since getting together and if he was the person you knew he was, you knew he missed you as much as you missed him.

So you want to do something nice for him. To show him you were sorry too. To remind him you were still there for him. You had learned that Bucky didn’t like big grand gestures. He appreciated small intimate ones as he was still getting using to positive affirmation and intimate attention. So you decided to bake his favorite cookies, having Instacarted all the Ingridents.

While you weren’t exactly sure when he would be home, he had previously told you he wouldn’t be gone for more than two weeks. Well you were two days shy of the two weeks and you wanted the cookies to be ready for him.

You had also decided to tell him. To tell him that you were completely in love with him.

You put the third batch in the oven and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Seven minutes in you heard what sounded like your front door opening

“Bucky?”

You quickly exited the shower, throwing a towel around you to peak your head out of the bathroom door.

“Bucky.” You smiled when you heard the sound of his boots entering the kitchen.

“Buck take the cookies out the oven will you? I’m gonna throw on some clothes then I’ll be right out.”

And you did just that. Throwing on a tank top and some boy shorts, you slipped your robe on and went to meet your man in the kitchen. You were giddy with excitement, knowing you’d find him in the kitchen 3 cookies in.

“By now you I made your favorite…” your voice trailed off the smiling falling from you face.

He came toward, nothing in his hand, seemingly harmless but you knew better.

“You’re not Bucky.” You swallowed eyeing the former patriot before you as he made sure to block the front door.

“No. But you know who I am.” His rasped staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes

“What do you want?” Your eyes flickered over to your phone momentarily as you continued to watch him.

“He took something from me.”

“Im going to take something from him.” He shrugged.

It was than you understood exactly why he was there. Before either of you could say another word your phone went off and a Buckys photo came up.

“Answer It. On speaker.”

With shaky hands you grabbed the cellular device and answered the phone putting it on speaker but holding it close to your chest as you continue to eye John Walker who stood a mere 5 feet away from you.

“Hey.” You spook keeping your voice steady.

“Hey,” you could hear him breath out what sounded like a sigh of relief.

“Did you get it?” You questioned the way you normally would, even though the both of you knew you already knew the answer.

“We did.” He confirmed a way.

I’m so happy for you buck.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“You mean that?”

“I do.” You nodded as if he could see you.

Silence. On the other end, Bucky fought not to be too emotional. He just knew you were going fo be done with him but when you picked up the phone for him…

“Buck?” You swallowed glancing at John Walker. “You okay?”

“No, Y/n, I’m not.” He confessed, pausing only for a moment, “I’m sorry for what I said the other day.”

“Oh honey. Water under the bridge.” You spoke as nonchalantly as possibly.

You needed him to know you were okay…

“I shouldn’t have-“

“James. I forgive you baby,okay?”

…that you were no longer upset with him…

“God I miss you.”

“Sleeping’s not the same without you.” You confessed.

…that the two of you were okay…

“I’ll be home soon. Less than 24 hours.”

…just in case anything happened to you…

“Bucky?”

“Yeah doll.”

“I like you, a lot.” You blurted out

The two of you made that a habit; saying I like you a lot. It started off as a joke but then became a way for the two of you to express the strong way you get for one another without the pressure of saying “love”.

“I like you a lot too doll.” He chuckled and you smiled knowing you put a smile on his face.

Possibly for the last time.

..you wanted to be sure he knew….

“24 hours?” You repeated.

“24 hours and I’m yours.” He agreed.

“It’s a date.” You agreed with a sad smile as a single tear worked its way down your face

…you still felt all the things for him…

“Bucky?”

You hesitated giving John Walker a once over. He smirked thinking you were now going to beg Bucky to come rescue you.

“Doll?”

..you needed him to know exactly how you felt about him.

“I love you.”

You quickly dropped the cellphone smashing it under your foot and taking off toward your bedroom. You slammed and locked the door quickly going for Bucky’s drawer where you knew he had gun.

You picked it up quickly turning out the safety before firing at John who busted through the door. He took several protracted steps back into hall trying to evade the gunfire. The pistol had a silencer on it, but you wished it hadn’t. That way someone would’ve actually heard it and call for help. But it was just you. You followed suit, firing after him as he ran down the small hallway. If you could just get him away from the door you could escape.

Two bullets left you thought to yourself as you counted them the way Bucky taught you, so you’d make every single one count.

One.

He cleared the hallway but you could still see him try to bend the corner when you fired your last shot.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled.

Got him.

Soon as his arm jerked back and he hit the floor you spirited toward the front door.

You almost made it two the front door when he yanked you back by the braids. Hitting the wall with such force you knew you had to have made a dent in the wall. Coughing you tried to stand only for John to punch you sending to the floor once more.

Your head was spinning. You couldn’t focus and your body began to hurt. Your lip was busted and your shoulder felt as if it were dislocated.

He picked you up by the throat slamming you against the wall again, this time cutting off your oxygen.

“He’ll come for you.” You wheezed as best you could.

The grimace still help on his face, he bought you closer towards him, squeezing your throat tighter, mouth leveled with your ear. You began clawing at his hands as you fought for air.

“I’m counting on it.”

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While Karli was in the wind, both Zemo and John Walker were taking down. Caps shield was back with Sam, the way it always should’ve been, and in t-minus 12 minutes he would we back with you.

Where he knew he always wanted to be.

Bucky was elated when you answered the phone for him as if nothing happened.

Then you told him you love him, before you hung up.

You.

Love him.

He started to call you back but he didn’t. He wasn’t sure he was ready to respond. He wasn’t sure he able to properly put the reciprocal words in a sentence. Of course he knew he loved you, you’re the one who helped him remember exactly what love is, what it feels like, but your confession caught him off guard. Now that he had time to recover from the infill shock, he was more than ready to tell you, and he wanted to make sure he did it face-to-face.

“Babe.” Bucky called out opening your front door.

He didn’t live with you, not officially, but you had him a key made after the first month. It felt high school to move in so quickly but he might as well had. Bucky was with you all the time. You both agreed he should keep his place though, sometimes he still liked to sleep on the floor and it was safer when he was out on “missions”, rather, making amends as he liked to call it. Not to mention, sometimes, he still needed to be alone. That was something else he loved so much about you. You understood that and you supported that.

You were in his corner no matter what.

Upon enter Becky could smell the white chocolate chip oatmeal craze and cookies as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. He remembered the first time you made them for him at Christmas time 3 months ago. You said it was the perfect holiday cookie and he had to agree. You would always make them to cheer him up and put a smile on his face. He smiled to himself, today was no different. There was a cute decorated plate full of them. Neck to it was a small note written in cursive.

‘I love you’

He felt as if his heart skipped several beats. There it was again. The word you guys had yet to say to one another face to face, a feeling he also shared with you. I know you feel the same even after your fight…

Bucky knew you took your nap seriously, so if you weren’t curled with a blanket on the couch, he knew you’d be in the bedroom. He wasted no time heading that way.

“I love you.” he breathed out as soon as he got to the doorway of your bedroom.

The relief from that confession was short-lived as the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand up.

Something was wrong.

And as he taking your motionless frame underneath the covers another feeling crept in.

Fear.

Bucky didn’t feel fear. He hadn’t in a long time save for the few words that could’ve activated him once upon a time.

Outside of that though. He wasn’t sure when the last time he was ever really afraid of anything.

Til now.

“Y/n.” The call of your name was soft but definitive.

Nothing.

While his brain had already registered the possibility you weren’t breathing was high, the other half almong with his heart couldn’t.

Cautiously he walked around the other side of the bed getting closer. The unusual way your eyelids were mostly closed along with your hand that idly hung off the side of the bed he knew.

“No, mm-no.” His voice broke as his heart broke into a million pieces.

He dropped to his knees taking your limp hand in his.

“No..” it was death curdling scream. A cry that came from the back of his throat as he placed your cold hand to his cheek.

With his free hand Bucky pushed some of the braids out of your face, revealing the some of the black and blue scarring on around your eye, you busted lip. As his eyes traveled down he froze. His hand lowered He could feel the way your neck with a naturally bent on both sides. Broken neck, crushed windpipe.

“Come on doll, you’ve got to get up for me.”Cradling your head his gently brough you to his chest, pulling your body into his.

He checked for a pulse even though he knew…

There wasn’t one.

“Open your eyes for me huh.” His hand caressed your cheek, tapping ever so often, willing you to wake up.

“I haven’t even told you I love you. “ he sniffed a river of tears freely falling down his face. “That I am irrevocably in love with you.”

“So I need you to wake up ok?” His hand moved to the back of your neck, now pushing your face closer to his. “Come on, Y/n.”

Bucky rocked back and forth as he held onto you.

“Please?”

but even as he continued to beg…

“Please?”

He knew it was futile.

“Please?”

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If by chance I broke your heart too…I’m sorry

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fckwritersblock · 1 year

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can i drink from your water? (namor x black!reader smut)

"Don't go into the water alone, child." "Come to me."

Part One

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, slightly dark Namor, stalking, oral sex, fingering, squint your eyes and its dubcon, maybe spoilers?

A/N: like, comment, follow me, make me laugh, thirst with me! cross posted on AO3 of course.

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The first time you saw him was almost twenty years ago. It was in Dangriga, a town at the mouth of the North Creek river where you spent most of your summers with your grandmother as a child. You were seven years old, a tiny little brown thing with braids and beads that clacked around your head.

Sitting there in front of the waves lapping at the shore, you saw something within them, peeking out just above the crests.

Tanned skin, pointed ears, dark hair and glaring eyes that burned like a flame.

Your younger self didn’t know what to make of it, you had never seen anything like it before. Was it a mermaid? Or just someone playing a trick on you? Whichever it was, you stared right back at those glaring embers, your naivety making you unafraid when in hindsight, you should’ve been terrified.

But that was all it was that first time and you watched the figure disappear from your vision, sinking into the water and out of sight.

You didn’t tell anyone.

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The second time you saw him, you were ten and it was brief.

It was the same as before, you looked up and saw smoldering eyes and dark hair. This time you stood up immediately, your knobby knees crusted with the white sand of the beach. You walked to the edge of the water, not quite going in, and the figure watched you with narrowed eyes.

Again, you should’ve been more afraid but your childish curiosity was much too strong.

The water licked at your toes and your heart began to pound as the figure exposed more of itself to you.

Jade earrings, gold adornments and broad shoulders.

It was a man. A mythologically beautiful one.

Your breath caught in your throat and you felt the urge to walk further into the water but you stopped yourself, instead raising a hand to wave at the man.

He didn’t wave back.

You opened your mouth to speak but your grandmother called for you from the shore. You looked back at the sound of her voice but when your gaze returned to the water; he was gone.

You didn’t tell anyone about that time either.

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The summer of your sixteenth year was the most extensive sighting of him. You were stubborn and unappreciative, as most teenagers are, and had grown bored of summers with your manman. You wanted to be back home in the states with your friends, sneaking out and going to parties but instead you were with your elderly grandmother in that same blue shotgun shack.

You had gone to the beach to escape from the town, frustrated tears pouring down your cheeks because of a missed party and instagram post. You sat on the shore and doom scrolled, jealousy eating you up as your best friend posed with your crush, until the sun began to set over the horizon and the blue water tinted orange.

Thinking of the sight as an opportunity to make your not-friends jealous, you raised your phone to take a picture of the sunset, freezing when you saw something peeking out of the water.

“It’s you.” You breathed, slowly lowering your phone.

The breeze kissed at the tears on your cheeks and you hurriedly wiped them away, scrambling to your feet as he showed himself, this time to the top of his chest. His neck was adorned with jewels and stones and you marveled at the sight of his tanned skin shining under the setting sun.

There was a pull, similar to the one when you were ten, calling you to the water. You swallowed the lump in your throat and walked to the water’s edge before pausing. Biting your lip, you looked around the empty beach.

A word whispered on the breeze brought your attention back to the water, “Come to me.”

Your lashes fluttered and your heart pounded in your ears. You felt the pull towards the water tugging at your body and before you could help it, you were in to your knees. The man raised his hand towards you then, beckoning you to take it.

Your grandmother’s scream knocked you out of your trance.

“Ale lwen li! GET AWAY FROM HER! ” She screamed at the creature before yanking you back by your arm. You flinched in pain, forced to follow her toward the shore. Her grip didn’t loosen up until the both of you were safe in her house.

The rest of the night was spent with your grandmother cursing in creole and burning incense in the house as you hid in your room. It was almost midnight when she finally came in to talk to you with a dire expression.

“Listen to me,” Her voice was hushed as she closed the window in your room and locked it. “Do not go to the water alone, child. Sèpan dlo a, The Water Serpent, will kill you.” She warned, pausing to meet your eyes with her tired ones, “It isn’t safe, once you succumb to him, he will never release you. He will drag you down to the ocean floor until your lungs burn with water and darkness clouds your eyes. Promise me you won’t ever go down there again. Promise me.”

“I promise.” You had whispered, your blood cold and your mind racing, “I promise, manman.”

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Dressed in white, you stood at the very shore she told you to stay away from with her ashes in your hands. Though now you were older, a grieving woman surrounded by people who loved your grandmother.

Your mother was too hurt to come to the service, mourning in her own way in the states, so you were there to carry out her final wish. She wanted her ashes released into the ocean.

As the pastor said kind words and people shared stories of your manman, your eyes were on the waves, watching, waiting, hoping to see someone, anyone.

But no one was there.

“Child,” The pastor called to you, though you were on the other side of your mid twenties, “It is time.”

You nodded silently, your eyes downcast as you wadded into the water, until it licked above your knees.

“Ashes to ashes,” The pastor called as you untwisted the top of the urn, “Dust to dust.”

“Orevwa mon amour.” You whispered, watching the water and the breeze work together to whisk her away.

When the service was over and everyone had gone home, it started to rain. You heard heavy drops hitting the roof of your new home and smelled the moisture in the air.

It almost felt like she was there with you.

You threw a blanket over your shoulders as you looked through photo albums of your grandmother, in awe of how full her life was.

That first night the tears came in with the rain and you fell asleep on the couch, wrapped up in a crocheted throw with wine on your breath.

You woke up to birds chirping the next morning, alerting you a new day as the sun shined through your windows.

You wiped the sleep from your eyes and stood from the couch, stretching your aching body. After you took a much needed bath and changed into a pair of overalls, you decided to go into town to retrieve some paint; manman’s walls had seen better days and you wanted to restore the powder blue of your memories.

You grabbed your bag and opened the front door, pausing when you saw a perfectly placed conch shell right in the middle of your welcome mat.

You furrowed your brows, delicately picking it up and examining it. You wondered if it could be some kind of Belizean funeral thing or if it was something else entirely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you put the shell on the coffee table and left out of the house, locking the door behind you.

As you completed your errands, many of the people in town offered their condolences and prayers. In fact, instead of just getting the paint you wanted, you now had men coming the next day to paint the house for you.

Everyone loved your grandmother so much that they offered to do it. A particular man, Ellis, offered to do it in exchange for a coffee date.

You told him you would see.

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You decided to stay in Dangriga. Days had turned into weeks and weeks into months. The house was fixed up and you found community in your manman’s friends and their families. You felt at home, probably the most you did since you were a child.

And then there was Ellis.

Sweet, kind, fine Ellis.

He made you laugh and spoke to you softly. He fixed things for you and brought you gifts.

You liked Ellis.

Ellis really liked you.

Even now, as you sat on the couch sipping tea, he was boarding up in your windows for you in lieu of a tropical storm warning.

“It’s no problem, cheri.” He had said, when you told him he didn’t have to.

He always said that.

You liked Ellis.

“Okay,” Ellis huffed, his shirt dripping with sweat, “All done, you should be safe now.”

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly, getting up from the couch, “I really appreciate it.”

Ellis nodded, returning your smile as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I hooked up your generator outback, if the power blows all you have to do is flick it on.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” You hinted, biting your lip anxiously, “I mean, for safety reasons.”

Ellis laughed and shook his head, “I already promised mon manman I’d stay with them, but if you get scared I’ll swim over to you, cheri.”

You playfully scoffed and hit his shoulder. “I’m not scared.”

“Uh huh.” He smirked, planting a quick kiss on your lips as the clouds began to move in. “I gotta go do my house, I’ll see you after the storm?”

“Yeah.” You smiled dreamily, leaning up to peck his lips again, “If you happen to float back this way, knock three times.”

Ellis snorted out another laugh as he left your house and you grinned, watching him get on his motorbike and zip down the road.

With a sigh you shut the door and locked it, making sure that everything was secure and the wind wouldn’t knock your screen door off.

“Manman, how’d you deal with all these storms?” You spoke aloud, as you often did to your grandmother.

With all the time you had coped in the house, you decided to braid your hair and binge a show. It only took three episodes and half your head for the rain to start pelting against your roof.

By episode six the wind was howling and your walls were sighing against it.

By eight, your hair was done and sealed and the claps of thunder were so loud it shook the glass of your boarded windows.

You were on a cliffhanger when the lights went out.

“Goddamnit.” You muttered to no one, getting up from your cozy couch and weighing the options of going out the backdoor to turn on your generator. Another clap of thunder made you decide against it.

You flopped back on the couch and cozied up in your grandmother’s throw, the sound of the rain pelting your roof was enough to make your eyes flutter closed and you were asleep before you realized it.

“Come to me.”

“Don’t go in the water alone, child.”

“Come to me.”

“Sèpan dlo a, The Water Serpent.”

“Come to me.”

You awoke with a start, shooting up on the couch like a bullet. Your chest heaved and your eyes were crazed as you looked around your dark living room.

“Hello?” You called, though you knew no one was there.

The storm was still going strong and you got up from the couch to grab the candles Ellis had brought over for you and sat them down on the coffee table, striking a match to light them.

The room was illuminated by the flickering flames and it helped to calm your nerves.

But just for a moment because the next minute heard a rapt against your door. Your back door.

Your heart rate spiked and your eyes widened as you looked in the direction of the sound. You slowly stood from the couch, wrapping your body in your throw. You grabbed one of your candles and held it like a Victorian mistress, easing down the hall to the back door.

You were almost shaking, almost. The courage you used to have as a child was long dried up and as you stood in front of the back door, you took a breath before yelling, “Ellis?”

The knocking started again as a clap of thunder shook the house and your nerves.

“Ellis?” You called out again, the flame of your candle flickering. “Can you hear me?” You questioned loudly, trying to overcome the sound of the pelting rain.

When you didn’t get an answer you frowned. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you freed a hand from the throw to unlock the back door, creeping it open to glance outside.

It was dark, too dark to see who was standing outside without your candle. But moving your candle would mean opening the door wider and did you want to take that chance?

But if it was Ellis he was getting soaked, but if it wasn’t…

Gathering what was left of your courage, you opened the door wider, holding out your candle and squinting at the figure in the dark. “Ellis!” You yelled out again, though when a stroke of lightning lit up the sky and everything below, you saw that it was not Ellis who was at your door.

Your terrified scream was blocked out by the boom of thunder and you slammed the door shut, locking it and running to the living room.

“Sèpan dlo a.”

Your manman’s voice echoed in your head. He was outside, he was outside! But how? How was he out of the water?

Had he come to drag you back with him? Finish the job he started when you were younger?

“Oh God.” You sobbed before putting a hand over your mouth. Your chest heaved and terrified tears brimmed your eyes.

Another strike of lightning and clap of thunder made you jump and they were followed by a bang against your front door.

You cried and scrambled to get up from the ground, watching helplessly as a fist punched it’s way through the wood and unlocked the door.

You screamed incoherently, pressing yourself against the wall as the door was slammed open and hit the wall with a loud thud.

It was him.

Lightning illuminated his silhouette and you swallowed a sob, seeing those smoldering eyes for the first time in a decade.

He stepped into your house, his feet silent against the wood, and pushed the door shut behind himself. The lone candle on the coffee danced around its wick, creating an eerie orange glow on the scene, just like the last time you saw him.

You pressed your back tighter against the wall, your lip trembling as he took quiet steps toward you. He was drenched, dripping wet from the rain and his skin shined in the dim light of the candle. He was dressed in green shorts and jewels, nothing on his…winged feet but shin guards made of gold. He had on his jade colored stone earrings and a bar through his nose, while his neck was adorned with those same jewels you had seen before. A cuff around his bicep and bracelets on his wrists. They all jangled against the background of the rain.

You were trembling, hands tight to your sides, body tense as he finally came to a stop in front of you. Your eye line was to his neck and you tried not to look up for fear of meeting his eyes.

Fingers under your chin made your lashes flutter and forced your gaze up.

His smoldering eyes were hard and steady as their heat barred into yours.

You swallowed and tried not to flinch when the fingers on your chin traced up your jawbone before dragging down your cheek, a wet trail in its wake.

In the stillness of the room, he muttered something under his breath in a language foreign to your ears.

A quiet whimper left your lips as his palm softly cupped your cheek and his gaze left yours for only a moment to focus on your mouth.

You swallowed again, taking in the everlasting furrow of his brow and downturn of his lips.

The wind continued to howl outside and you heard your heart beating in your ear drums. Badum, badum, badum, badum. Fast and steady like a song. You wondered if he could hear it too.

“Please,” You finally felt the strength to stammer out, tensing as the hand on your cheek moved to the nape of your neck, “D-don’t…”

“Shh…” He intoned from puckered lips and you hated the way it calmed you. It sounded like the inside of a conch shell, low and melodic. “Calm yourself, little one.”

You whimpered, tears swelling in your eyes. “Please,” You tried again, wincing as his hand moved from your neck to grip the braids at your nape in his fist. “I don’t,” You frowned, bottom lip trembling with your plea, “I don’t want to die.”

He let out a sound then, a low hum as he forced your head back and moved just a little closer to you. “Everyone dies,” He informed you with a tilt of his lips, “Almost everyone.”

A tear left one of your eyes and streaked down your cheek and he clicked his teeth at that, cooing as he wiped it away with his thumb.

“Ma' wook'ol, in preciosa yéetel ki'ichpam ch'úupalo'.” He muttered in his native tongue and your brows furrowed in question. His heavy hands rested on your shoulders and he ducked his head down to your level. “Do not cry.” He repeated, though it seemed as if words were missing.

“I don’t want to die.” You repeated in a whisper and he cupped your cheek in his hands.

“You will not die today.”

“What?” You breathed the question, confusion written in your expression. “My manman, my grandmother, said you were a killer, that once you set your sights on someone-!”

“She was correct.”

“Then why should I believe you?” You uttered, shrinking as he removed his hands from your face.

“You would have been dead already.” The entity smiled, tightly and without teeth as he stepped away from you, allowing you the room to breathe as if to prove his point.

“You tried!” You accused against the wind, a clap of thunder jolting the walls. “You almost got me to take your hand but she saved me.”

White teeth flashed at you in amusement, “You thought I was going to drown you?”

“Yes!” You insisted, your fear now tinged with irritability, “My manman said that you drag people down to the bottom of the sea for fun. That you watch the light leave their eyes and the water fill their lungs-!”

“I do.” He nodded with another flash of teeth. “Sometimes, ten, twenty a day.” You were afraid again as he began to inspect your home, “Surface dwellers can be so disrespectful of my home, so I teach them a lesson. Pluck a few bad apples, as you all say. I do it in many places, many villages on the water just like this one and I have many names. What do they call me here again? Sèpan dlo a?” He chuckled darkly, picking up a picture frame of you that first summer. “Your manman was a smart woman, respectful. My condolences for her passing but it was a blessing,” He paused for a moment and put the frame down before looking back at you, “For it brought you back to me, in preciosa.”

Your blood ran cold and your breath hitched as the wings on his ankles began to flutter and he flew over to you like an angel, landing a little too close.

“You have beautiful eyes.” He murmured, raising your chin again and inspecting your face. “Even as a child, and beautiful skin,” His thumb brush against your bottom lip and heat warmed your face, “Soft lips and you’ve developed the body of a woman, one that would do well to carry my children-!”

“What?” You interjected, just knowing you misheard him.

He flashed his teeth at you again, muttering something under his breath as he began to duck down to your level.

“Wait!” You hissed, your palms shoot to his broad chest to stop him. “What the hell are you doing?”

He raised a dark brow with a mocking smirk, “Is it not obvious?”

“Yes it is obvious but I don’t even know your name!”

“My people call me K'ul'ku'kan,” He rasped, his hands gripping your wrists as he stood over you, “My enemies call me Namor,” His tongue rolled and you were ashamed how it made your stomach flip, “But you don’t want to be my enemy, do you?”

There it was again, that feeling you felt a decade ago calling you to the sea, though this time it was urging you to press your skin against his.

“Nah,” You hiccuped, your fingers twitching against his pectorals, “Namor, I have… I’m with Ellis-!”

“In preciosa, mention him to me again,” He cooed, pressing your back completely against the wall, he pressed his wet lips against your forehead, his facial hair scratching against your skin, “And I’ll kill him.” Your heart dropped in your stomach as he pulled back to glare at you, “Understand me?”

“Yes.” You whispered with wide eyes.

“Say, yes máako’.”

“Yes,” You whimpered before echoing him, “Máako.”

Namor hummed, kissing your forehead once again, “It means ‘sir’.” He informed you lowly, nuzzling his nose against yours, “Béet means ‘please’. Say it.”

“Béet.” You repeated lowly.

“Again.” He commanded.

“Béet.” You whispered.

“Again.”

“Bé-!” Before you could finish his lips were hot against yours. You felt yourself melt into the kiss and the pull towards him intensified as you parted your lips for his tongue.

You were on fire and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. You quickly slid your arms around his neck, tugging him against your body as his tongue cajoled yours into intertwining with it. His hands felt as if they were everywhere on your body, squeezing your hips, stroking your waist, groping your ass; it was all encompassing.

“What,” You managed to huff out as he left your lips to leave wet bruises on your neck, “What are you doing to me?”

“Making love.” His wet lips brushed against your skin with every word. “Or fucking as you surface dwellers like to call it.”

Your breath hitched as he ripped your sleep shirt apart, the fabric falling to the ground in tatters. He bent at his waist and took one of your nipples in his mouth, roughly groping the other one in his hand.

“Jach jats'uts yéetel O'olkij.” He rasped against the fat of your tit, nipping at your skin sharply and making you gasp.

You were panting, rough breaths leaving your parted lips as you tried to anchor yourself against the wall. “God,” You cried out, burying a hand in his damp hair as he assaulted your sensitive nipples until you were twitching.

Namor looked up at you from your chest, his smile wicked. “I can smell you.” He nearly mewled, lowering himself to his knees, “Filthy girl.”

Your knees nearly buckled as he buried his head into the wet seat of your panties, marking himself with your scent like an animal. Your face flushed in embarrassment and you tried to close your legs, only for him to glare up at you.

“Ch'úupalo' k'aas.” He darkly muttered, tugging on the fabric of your panties so tightly that they dug into your skin before tearing apart, “Bad girl.”

Your breath hitched as he ran a thick finger through your slit, collecting some of your slick as he glowered up at you.

“Béet.” He reminded you raspily, pressing his lips against your inner thigh. “Say it again, in preciosa.”

“Béet.” You echoed obediently, gasping as his index finger found your clit. “Béet.” You repeated under your breath, your lashes fluttering.

“If you insist.” He grinned, dark and sadistic, before putting his mouth on you. Just with his finger, he licked your slit up from your opening to your clit, before lapping up your arousal with a satisfied groan.

“Béet.” You murmured with a sigh as he lifted your legs on his sun kissed shoulders. One of his hand floated up your back and tugged at the ends of your braids, the sting in your scalp adding to the pleasure.

You could hear and feel him groaning against you, muttering phrases incoherent to your ears. He elongated his tongue inside you and your walls ached, squeezing around nothing.

You didn’t even realize the two of you were floating until your head hit the ceiling. You tensed up immediately and Namor clicked his tongue at you.

“Relax, little one.” He cooed, flicking his tongue against your clit to calm you, “I’ve got you.”

You let out a whine as he slid two fingers inside of you, sucking on your clit as you squeezed his digits.

Namor looped his other arm around your waist and rose from your cunt, his lips wet with you. His fingers worked you slowly, almost agonizingly so but when he started making circles on your clit, you forgave him for the pace.

“In preciosa yakunaj,” He rasped melodically, pecking your lips before pressing his forehead to yours, “Your arousal is so beautiful to me.”

Your lashes fluttered at his pretty words, your face warming, “T-thank you.” You whispered and he quirked up his fingers in response.

“What will you look like on my cock, I wonder.” He continued vulgarly, “Covering my length in your sweet cream, trembling as you do now…”

“Namor,” You breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders as he smirked at you.

“You like how I talk to you, in preciosa?”

You nodded desperately and let out a gasp as he quickly leaned back to spit on your cunt. As he did it you caught sight of the thick erection straining against his shorts.

“Should I let you finish on my fingers?” He questioned, his tongue licking at your parted lips after, “Or on my cock?”

“Béet,” You cried pathetically, your abdomen tensing as your pants got quicker and the circles around your clit got smaller. “Béet, béet, béet!”

“Please what?” He cruelly mocked, taking in every detail of your face.

“God,” You choked out, your breath getting away from you, “Fuck, both!”

“My fingers and my cock?” He clicked his tongue before chuckling condescendingly, “Codicioso. Greedy girl.”

“Uh huh, uh, huh, uh huh.” You rambled, your eyes rolling back as your hips began to buck against his hand. You cried out in the living room, your screams mixing in with the sounds of heavy rain and wind.

You gushed down his arm and your legs, wetting the wooden floor below you as you came. You scratched at his broad shoulders and called out for God, him or otherwise; any of them would do.

Your body was still buzzing when he removed his fingers from your sensitive walls and pushed them between your lips, leaning up to lick at them as he slowly pulled them out, making you taste every drop of yourself.

It made you shiver.

He lowered you both to the ground, though your knees were weak when you got there. You grasped on to him and he pressed his erection against your belly, ducking his head down to kiss you again.

You ran your hands over his golden belt, trying to tug at it but he stopped you. You looked up at him curiously.

“In yakunaj,” He rasped, brushing his thumb over your lips, “I need water.”

Your brow furrowed, “You’re thirsty?”

Namor chuckled and shook his head, he trailed his fingers down your arm before intertwining them with yours and leading you towards the front. “I need water on my skin.” He explained lowly, opening up the door he had broken and letting go of your hand. “Stay here.” He commanded as the wings on his ankles began to flutter.

You watched in amazement as he flew into the clouds, disappearing from your sight. As if a switch flicked off, you seemed to realize what you had done.

Scrambling in your house you slammed the door shut, locking it and nearly running to your bedroom.

You wrapped a robe around your naked body and sat on your bed in silence, your mind racing.

What had you done?

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