#tenoch huerta fanfic
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Namor likes to find you and use you whenever he pleases. It's a deal you have. He has full access and your family will never find out that you visit the surface.
ooh interesting. A little bit of dark Namor I think.
Summary: It was a scandalous secret you kept with the King, of all people. He took you to the surface to quell your curiosity and in exchange your body belonged to him.
Kind of Yandere!Namor some smut.
Namor hated the surface world. He knew the danger it posed to his people so he actively kept them from it. The only Talokanil that ever saw the surface were those who fought beside and for their king. But in such a sheltered place, no matter how peaceful and self sufficient, there would always be a curious few who wanted to see the world outside.
The King ordered his soldiers to stop any Talokanil who may venture too far from the kingdom or try to see the surface world. It was for their own good that they be kept in the confines of Talokan.
You were one such member of Talokan who yearned to see the surface. To feel the legendary sun on your skin and to see how atrocious it was with your own eyes. You had slowly been testing your luck, swimming closer and closer to the surface at the far edges of the country.
Between the underwater ravines was the only place that no one could see you. One day you finally broke the surface, keeping your eyes above water while you still breathed beneath the surface. The sun was dazzling, the sky a shade of blue you had never seen before. You longed to rise up further and feel the sunlight on the rest of your face, but suddenly you were dragged back into the water.
There was a firm grip on your ankle as you were pulled back into the sea. You couldn't shake off your captor as they sped through the water, through the cyclones and the darkness. Soon, you were surrounded by underwater caves. You stopped fighting and felt your heart sink as you recognized who was dragging you, the King.
Suddenly you were thrown up into one of the caves, broke the surface of the water, and landed harshly on the dry stone. It only took moments for you to begin gasping for water. You had fallen hard onto your hip and couldn't get yourself to stand with the constricting of your lungs keeping you on your knees. You began crawling back towards the pool only for the tanned and winged feet of the King to come into your vision.
With his foot he turned you onto your back. You continued to choke on the air as he crouched over you. From your peripheral you could see the King's commander, Namora, hand something to the King.
"Hush," K'uk'ulkan bent over you and grabbed you by your jaw. You could feel yourself going lightheaded until he placed a breather over your mouth and nose. The rush of water brought you instant relief. The King watched as you regained your senses than stood up.
"Namora, bring her to my tent when she can stand," K'uk'ulkan commanded as he disappeared into the hall of caves.
You took deep breathes and sat up slowly. Namora approached you, shaking her head in disappointment. She offered you her hand as she spoke, "Silly girl. You will regret trying so hard to reach the surface. K'u'kulkan is not pleased."
You could feel yourself shaking, not from the cold but from the fear of being punished. Your parents had told you since childhood to stop daydreaming about the surface world. They had warned you that it was a huge offense to K'uk'ulkan to seek out the outside lands. But you never listened. Even when your father punished you when he found you on the outskirts of the country for the first time. Even when your mother had yelled at you for being insolent and too stubborn for you own good. Now the person who could truly make you regret it had already threatened your life by dragging you so suddenly into the air.
On shaky feet you followed Namora down the halls to a tent that sat in the center of a much larger cave. She left you at the flap entrance and gave you one last look, "Do as he says and he will spare you. No matter what he asks."
With those words as her parting gift, Namora dove into a pool to the side of the tent.
"Come," The voice of the King called to you.
You entered the tent to see the King sitting on a stool, a cape covered his shoulders and part of his chest now. He was writing something in a journal, not looking up at you. You bowed deeply then showed the sign of respect with your hands, "K'uk'ulkan. I am honored to be in your presence."
The King scoffed and looked up from his writings, "Come."
He commanded as he put the book and brush down on a small table next to him. You approached him slowly, not meeting his eyes as he observed you. You could practically feel his eyes raking across your body. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you focused on them. His tan hand found your clasped ones and he pulled you close to him.
You stood now between his spread thighs. From your standing position you were taller than him and looking upon his face. You had never seen the King up close before. The rumors of his handsome face were not unfounded, he was as godly as he was said to be. The piercing eyes, the curve of his nose, and the smirk on his lips. Your heart was racing at the proximity. You could feel his thighs against your own, he ran warmer than anyone you had ever met.
"You are beautiful for such a curious fool," the King mused as he leaned back to look at you. The back handed compliment was unexpected. You looked away, embarrassed. But the king nudged your chin with his knuckle to make you meet his eyes again, "Do you wish to see the surface world?"
You hesitated. You knew he knew the answer, that's why he had so violently dragged you there. But he still waited expectantly, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Yes, I've always wanted to see it," You replied, trying not to let your voice tremble in the face of the King.
A smile alighted his lips as he stood, keeping you close to him, your front flush against him. He roughly grabbed your jaw with his hand, looking into your eyes, "What price would you pay to see the surface?"
"Price?" You asked, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.
His hand moved from your jaw to your cheek, "I can grant you your wish to see the surface, keep it a secret from the rest of Talokan, if you strike a deal with me."
"If I don't?" You asked, defiantly,
The King chuckled in amusement, "I kill you and tell your parents you ventured to the surface like the fool that you are, where you were killed by surface dwellers."
You gulped loudly, surprised by the callous way he threatened your life while still smiling slightly down at you.
"So will you make a deal?" He asked, stroking your cheek affectionately. You tried not to flinch.
"What is the price?" You asked, shivering under his touch.
"You are the price. You will be mine. You will come to my palace whenever I call for you," He purred the words against your cheek, a tinge of amusement in his voice. The King wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his hand still on face. "And whenever you wish to see the surface I will take you."
Your heart was racing. You were no young maiden ready to be handed off to a husband. You had accepted a life alone with your fantasies of the surface. The very curiosity that had made many Talokanil turn away from you as an option to court. Now here was your option of not only survival, but getting what you always wished for, more than anything in the whole of Talokan.
"What say you?" The King asked, looking down into your face.
"Deal."
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K'uk'ulkan captured your lips in a consuming kiss as he thrust into you. His hands were around your face while you clawed at his back. Your legs were hooked around his waist as he pounded into the softness of your pussy. You whimpered at the assault on your senses. No matter how many times he took you it was always so intense.
He pulled away, wrapped a hand around your throat, cutting off your blood flow as he sat up and fucked your pussy deeper. You held onto his wrist looking up at the King as his eyes bore into your own. Then with a grunt and three hard thrusts he came. K'uk'ulkan released your neck and peppered your jawline with kisses as he pulled out of you.
You were breathing heavily, body melting into his large bed. He was particularly insatiable tonight. You had lost track of how many times he had filled you, and how many times he had made you cum for him. The King pulled you into his side and kissed your forehead softly. The gesture no longer surprising despite the disconnect of the soft affection to the hard way he used you.
The King had called for you every other night since the deal you had struck with him. During the days when he didn't call you, he would take you to explore the surface.
K'uk'ulkan had been sure to show you the worst of the surface world. He explained the wars, the colonization, and the destruction that had befallen each end of the Earth. He had taken you on a tour of the waste lands, of the ruined waterways, and the polluted tributaries. He tried hard to make you hate the surface world the way he did.
But eventually, realizing that your curiosity was not satiated, he began showing you the beauty left behind. The jungles, the oases of the world, and the elegance of some of the modern societies. He relished in the stories of the ancestors you shared with some of the surface dwellers and how remnants of the old civilizations still remained. You were fascinated in the new world, and enamored by the man who showed it to you.
It was wrong in so many ways, falling for a King who would strike up such a salacious deal. But he had been kind to you in that aspect. That first night he had been gentle. He had taken his time, showing you every part of your body and his that could bring pleasure. The way K'uk'ulkan looked at you when you shared his bed would convince anyone that you were too precious for the world.
You were ashamed to admit that you had fallen so easily under his charms. His kisses and touches pulling wanton moans from you so quickly it made him chuckle against your thigh before he tasted your center. The King had taught you what it meant to be worshipped with his fingers, tongue, and cock.
Some days he was rougher than others. You could tell when a day like that was coming because he would be more quiet when he adventured to the surface with you the day before. The following night when he would call you to his chambers he would waste no time in ripping you from your clothes, throwing you on the bed, and shoving himself inside you.
You hated yourself for liking his rough and dominant side more than the gentle one. He knew this. That's why on nights like this one when he had torn your clothes and told you to get on your knees and take him into your mouth, he had swiped his hand between your legs on your way down. He would lick your arousal from his hand as you took his hard cock into your mouth. The King punctuated his thrusts into your mouth with praises of how wet you were for him every time.
It was now a muscle memory response. The moment someone came to take you to him, your thighs would grow slick with anticipation. You were hungry for him and he had trained that hunger into you.
As you lay in his arms now, he reached over, sliding his hand down your belly to the apex of your thighs. He nudged you to kiss him as he thrust his fingers into your pussy, making you moan.
"Ride me," he whispered into your cheek and you obeyed. You straddled his waist and thrust down onto his hard cock. K'uk'ulkan let his hands roam up and down your body as you fucked him. He pinched your nipple and guided your hips. The King smirked at you as you moaned.
You shifted the angle as you leaned down to capture his lips in a wet kiss. Your tongues swiping against each other. You shifted your hips again and the deep moan he made in response made you smile.
"You siren," he mumbled against your mouth before he flipped you over. He hooked your leg up onto his shoulder as he thrust furiously into you again. You whimpered and moaned with each thrust. You were so close.
"K'uk'ulkan," You barely moaned.
"Tell me what you need, precious girl," he kissed your leg, and palmed your breast as he continued his steady pace.
"I'm so close, please. My king, please."
"Please what?" He smiled down at you again with that mischievous smirk.
"Please make me cum," You moaned, grinding into his thrusts.
"Gladly," his fingers found your clit and he rubbed it in time with his thrusts. You felt yourself grow wetter and more sensitive by the second, '"Cum for me, in yakunaj,"
The words took you by surprise just as the tidal wave of your orgasm crested and hit. You moaned loudly as the King continued his thrusts and ministrations on your clit. You felt his cum spurt inside of you as you came down from the mind shattering pleasure of cumming on the King's cock. A luxury you were now used to.
He did not pull out of you as he pulled your leg back down around his waist. K'uk'ulkan seated himself deeper making both of you groan. He leant forward and leaned his forehead against yours as your heaving breaths intermingled.
The gently kiss he gave you was surprising. Coy almost in how he barely touched your lips. When you opened your eyes there was something in his that was unreadable. Then he pulled away from you completely and left the bed, and the room.
You lay there dumbfounded. Why had he just left you? What had you done wrong? At that moment you felt a queasiness in your stomach that had you rushing to the lavatory to empty your belly of its contents. The King did not return as you sat in the lavatory dry heaving.
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I know, I know, I left it open ended again. I can't help it.
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When Pedro Pascal said, “Can somebody step in here and let me bite into their flesh? Can somebody give me a cup of blood?” during his Hot Ones interview. That made me feel so many things. It made me watch Bloodsucking Bastards again and now I want vampire AU fics where Pedro and Tenoch are both vampires and you’re the human they share. Just imagine them feeding from you at the same time. Threesomes, biting, blood kink/blood play, dancing together at blood raves, etc. Give me all of that sensual and sexy vampire stuff for our favorite Josés. 🥵🩸❤️🩸
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Deadly Addictions, Part 4
《 Previous
Pairing: Ramone x Mirra x Erik
Summary: Mirra meets Erik again and begins a sexual relationship. (Had a lil help from @goddessofthundathighs with this one 🧡)
Mirra opened her door one early morning after hearing the doorbell ring. She was half asleep with the crust still in her eye and husk in her voice.
"What the fuck, Ramone!"
"Get dressed hermosa, you and me, we're going for a run."
"Ramone, you need to call me before you pop up like this."
"Go, go! Throw something on we'll run in your neighborhood and get some air."
Mirra hesitantly changed from jammies to a old sweatshirt and sweatpants, her feet dragging. Outside in the crisp morning air, she stretched releasing loud groans and cracks. She was jogging next to Ramone and waking up her body. Fourty minutes later after silently circling the neighborhood, they were sitting on her front steps.
"You've been avoiding me." He held up a hand when Mirra tried to explain. She wasn't sure what would come out, but she planned to make up something. "No.. you've been avoiding me," he reiterated, "And it's fine, but know that I will still come for our regular jogs or walks and I expect you to come outside and join me. Ok?"
"Ramone."
"AH-AH! No. The correct answer is? Let's hesr it.."
"Yes, Ramone," Mirra's words dragged. She sighed with trepidation, but also relief. Regardless of her efforts to avoid him, Ramone was there, expecting nothing but the pleasure of her company. It was very.. sexy..
She'd invite him in for a quick romp, but she was still afraid. She needed that testing and when the day came, finally she had it. Negative on all 10 counts. Never again would she get drunk enough to forget a condom, this was another shot of ice water.. a wake-up call to step up her personal safety measures and stop fucking around. She couldn't be so risky or else it would bring some very deadly consequences. She'd been spared.
In celebration, she took the opportunity to reply to a few of her good fans. She'd been hesitant considering her health was up in the air. "Yes, I can meet you," she typed to a local. He was in Los Angeles and ready at any point.
Mirra made her usual array of size and design choices for condoms available and she jawed the dick until it was gummy. This fan was an appreciative gentleman which was a welcome cleanser from her previous experience. She was feeling validated. Feeling good and safe enough to get back out there.
Mirra went to pick up her mother Janie and little brother Monroe, taking them to Beverly Hills for a couple of hours. They visited the designer shops where she let them each choose something within a budget. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased as Monroe dropped a heavy hand on her head. On any other occasion she'd have gotten revenge on the overgrown sprout, but she was in a good mood. Dinner was also on her at a spot called Maestro's, a snazzy chophouse with tasty steaks and a posh environment.
"Stop dancing and go pee," Monroe bossed copying her words to him all his life as she stood crossing her legs having had another sex flashback.
"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. He was ruining it by talking. She continued to squeeze her thighs together enjoying the subtle stimulation it caused.
"Stop that you're in public," her mother swatted.
"I just gotta pee, I wanna order first."
When they were seated Janie popped her thigh under the table. Mirra continued to give herself the subtle pressure and satisfaction as she waited, imagining her scenes and her last polite client.. the man and the woman from Club Rot. She couldn't help how vivid she imagined these things, her body remembered each sensation and she felt it all again, wanting to do it all again.
Monroe ordered chicken strips without looking at the small menu and her mother ordered spaghetti of all things not knowing it was made with squash. Mirra rolled her eyes silencing them both mid-order. "La-la-la, no. We're not doing that. We'll have 3 steaks. Mom, how do you want your steak cooked?"
"I'm not getting a steak!"
"Mommy, it's a steakhouse! They're known for their steak you have to try it. Medium well," she gestured to the waiter before excusing herself from the table. "I'll be back."
"Mirra! That can't wait?!"
"I gotta pee," Mirra whispered on her escape. "I'll be back.. I'll be back."
Alone in the women's restroom, she rushed to the big stall and took out her buttplug. It'd been in her asshole all day. She slowly pushed it back up and pulled her miniature vibrator. This model was small but very powerful. It beat the whole pussy up which felt good with a little dab of the lube she kept in her purse for moments like this. The relief was instant.
"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned with the buzzing as her body relaxed. She let out a long breath feeling the small but satisfactory orgasm like a speed bump. The drawback was the noise. People who entered the bathroom after her and heard it could recognize the sound of the vibrator, but most times people minded their business and today was the same. She washed her hands next to a lady who didn't say a word or look at her. It wasn't that big a deal. She checked her reflection in the mirror and barreled through the bathroom door hitting a body by mistake. She looked at the man hands, confused.
"Excuse me."
"Wrong bathroom? Wait. You sound familiar. OOP," she moved for the lady behind her. This man though. She'd fantasized about their encounter enough to remember. He stared down at her with shrewd and seductive dark eyes she'd never seen but it didn't matter.. that hair.. She'd had her hands glued to that locked high pony. She'd been slammed against the wall with those hands and pinned with that body. Who else had a body like that with hair like that and hands like that? This time he was in an all black suit.
"So you remember me."
"I don't know," Mirra frowned with a subtle bite of her nail. "Jog my memory."
"Shid," he pushed her back into the bathroom and harder into the large stall. Mirra’s hands immediately flew out to catch herself from crashing violently against the wall as he lifted her dress from behind.
"Wait.. Condom," she recalled pulling away briefly to fish the perfect one from her bag as he watched. He took the bag and tossed it to the floor pushing her hand away to reject the condom but she was dead serious. "Condom or nothing. I was drunk before, I'm not drunk now.
"I'm clean."
"Just put it on."
"Face the wall and bend over. Spread your ass." He licked his lips like a carnivore in heat when he spotted the anal plug, opting to first tease her by repeatedly thrusting it into her quivering hole. "We're in a restaurant, try to keep it down."
"Mmm," she hummed gently. His fingers swept her wet set of lips, up and down her labia, and two of his thick fingers slipped inside of her stoking her G spot and stretching at her entrance. He pulled on and twisted her plug as he slipped in a third finger.
"You're so wet. I wanna stick my hand in it." His dark chuckle sent a chill down her spine and a wave of her essence down her thighs as she imagined her plug being replaced by the mega horse dick she had such vivid memories of. “Ya nasty ass wants my big hard dick bad, huh,” he taunted, pulling that thing of beauty from his Nike briefs. “Which hole should I go in first,” he quizzed near her ear, slapping his third leg against her already sensitive nub.
"Put the condom on," she pleaded.
"Fine." He ripped the pack and slid the ring over himself. "That make you happy?" Before she could answer, he was already halfway inside of her pussy, stretching, her walls immediately hugging with no sign of release. He gripped her shoulder and her hip to thrust pinning her body against the wall with the force.
"Shit!" Her body was flung.
He was rough, yet careful as he repeatedly rammed his condom covered coke can into her. She panted and focused closely on taking that dick. The feeling of his scarred chest pressed against her back coupled with his hand around the front of her throat took her to Nirvana. The more his grip on her neck tightened, the tighter her walls gripped him as she came again seeing stars or particles.
“Y-Yeah,” Mirra panted. “I think I remember now.”
"Make me bust," he growled in her ear. He was already close and Mirra threw her ass until they both came, moaning in sexual bliss.
"Hey," she sighed catching her breath. "I didn't get your name, but you need to come by my house tonight for a part three."
"Oh, you need it again?"
"I will," she gripped his lapels stating her address. "Don't forget it, I'll be waiting. Even if it's 2 AM when you come, still come."
"Hm," he chuckled mischievously. "I'll drop by."
"Good," Mirra adjusted her clothes on her body. Her gait felt wider and her pussy felt a dull delicious ache. She grabbed her bag from the dirty floor and returned to her table ignoring the looks from her family.
"Thought you'd left," her mom stared. "Did you get hung up?"
"I.."
"Hm," he brother chuckled through his nose, his mouth full with steak.
"I fell into something and..," she paused bad with lies. "I ain't gotta explain myself, I'm grown! You already know. I ain't finna act like..," she cut into her steak, chewing a peice. "Anyway. How do y'all like the food."
"It's good, not as good as whatever you had in that bathroom, we should've brought your father then we could make the bathroom stink too."
"UGH," Monroe cringed and though Mirra was used to it, she too was disgusted, her face twisted.
"You ain't the only one needing dick, mine just at work but as soon as he come home.. I'm a ride that man like Seabiscuit."
"Please stop," Mirra begged while Monroe refused to eat.
"Mm," Janie hummed reminiscing.
Mirra went through her house hiding things of value just in case. Inviting a strange man inside her home where she lived alone was risky, but the way he fucked her was everything she needed and desired. He wasn't scared to fuck her like a dirty slut and even in public.
She took a long hot bath and watched back a couple of the private videos she'd made with fans. They were nasty. She was so involved in the head she gave, watching it back always shocked her. She was so sloppy with it! Her fingers played inside of herself in the water. There were more vids to come and she had studio shoots coming up almost back to back. Still, it wouldn't match the recent sex she'd had off camera. That shit was crack and something she'd freely admit she was addicted to.
Until he came for her, she'd chill and think about it. It was late and having learned her lesson from her unreliable ex, she didn't plan to wait up. When she got out the bath, she went straight to bed and fell easily into a dreamless sleep in the comfort of her crisp warm sheets.
"I'm here," came a whisper in her ear.
It felt like minutes after, but she knew it had been at least an hour. She didn't want to move. Anyone else would've told him another day.. that's what crossed Mirra's mind as she laid there.
"You been keeping that pussy warm for me?"
"Mm.. condom," she sighed regretfully lifting. All this for some bomb sex. It was worth it. "On the table," she turned making room for him in the bed. The bedside table's clock read 2 AM.
He snatched the condom up and flexed his rippling abs, broad chest, large biceps and veined forearms as he pulled off his black tank. Mirra watched, taken by his body, that blackened 666 tattoo big and in her face. He pulled off her blanket and her sheet to find her pleasantly bare and devoured her on the spot as her legs waved in the air. Her hand was locked around his ponytail of locs once more as she watched him. She thought the lesbian from Club Rot was good.. This guy was better. He ate like he was licking a bowl of sticky peanut butter clean and hyperfocused on her clit. She was ascending.
"What's your fucking name," she yelled desperate to know. She needed him, ever day as often as she could get him. "Oh my GOD," she growled through her teeth pushing his head closer into herself, relishing in the feel of his hands hard on her hips as she was about to cum. She was dead serious, she needed to be able to call on him.
He then climbed into the bed beside her and lifted her leg over his lap, going under to squeeze the head of his dick inside of her, pumping up and inside with a few girthy inches.
"Yes yes yes." Mirra swallowed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut while her body bounced, her titty being gripped simultaneously. She kept her hands at her head holding onto her pillow as he switched to a grinding motion inside. "Fuck," she gasped, "What can I call you.."
"Wait." He moved her onto her side, jumping up to her other side and pinning her legs up, tossing over her shoulder. Her left knee was pressed into her right titty. Her ass was turned directly to his pelvis. He pushed inside and she panted, her titty bouncing and the air forced out of her while he pounded her into the mattress. She couldn't speak. Her entire body was being pushed while she was twisted and she held onto her leg for something to grab while her breathing was hard. He was fucking her effortlessly, his hand pushing down on her leg and hip.
When he let her body untwist a little, the pressure from the ribs and chest lessened.
"I'm good at taking that big dick," she grinned sticking her tongue out. He released her and stood on his knees on her pillow with his monster cock waving over her face.
"MmmMmm," she grabbed it with two hands wrapping her lips around it hungrily, determined to suck it down. It was like swallowing a big remote or a heavy duty flashlight but the weight on her tongue was bliss. She loved to clean her own juices off, her head bobbing while he dropped it down into her throat. She messed around and sucked the condom off. He put it back on and moved back to the bottom of the bed between her legs.
"I hate fuckin in condoms," he grunted as knocked the head of his dick onto her clit, beating it. Mirra sighed in pleasure and sucked in sharp air. "If we fuck again I'm not wearing it. It is what it is." He pushed the head against her entrance so it squeezed inside, while she moaned and he held her thighs wide. In and out, in and out, he slid slowly.. then in again DEEP while he watched her come apart. "Next time no condom. I like to feel it all."
Long deep strokes with that dick had Mirra scratching her nails on the bed and clutching the pillow behind her head as the room spun. He spit on her clit as he pulled back and rubbed it in with his thumb while he went in deep again, stirring up water.
"Oh," he teased as Mirra came back to back and grabbed his knee. "You wanna ride? ..Come on then," he laid back.
"Shit," Mirra panted. She rolled on top of him onto her knees leaning forward, her smallish titties dangling over him. Her narrow hips bucked and grinded repeatedly chasing a butterfly of a feeling as she balanced with her fists on the bed, riding hard until she was the one who came again. She slumped but kept going, bouncing on her feet, her ass clapping down loudly on his lap. Slap. Slap. Slap. She ended up coming once more when he slapped a heavy palm on her ass, telling her to, "Ride. Don't stop now."
"FUCK," she yelled feeling wetness everywhere. "I need.. I need.."
"I don't give a fuck, ride this big dick. You wanted it. I came all the way the fuck here. Take that shit."
"Yes, yes, fuck," she panted slamming her ass down onto him, his palm slapping her ass repeatedly, egging her on.
"Don't stop. Keep riding that dick."
She planted her hands on his chest and bounced with him providing as assist and holding her up while she jumped until her legs were on fire. She switched to her knees and started grinding.
"Get back up there," his lip curled over his teeth, but Mirra's legs were done. She was a good rider with good knees. He wanted inhuman. She had him move to the edge of the bed so she could stand and sit on the dick, bouncing on it. It was less pressure on her legs for a similar result. She did it in her films. "Like that, faster," he pulled on her hips bouncing her like his personal fleshlight yet again. He had a dick only an experienced size queen or pornstar could handle the way he was pushing it on her like he wasn't Hulk-sized. She got up when he let her go and she felt like a gaping hole. He put three fingers inside of her and began fingering her hard, pressing her g spot until she gushed down his arm.
"Wait a minute," she put a hand out tiredly, her legs trembling. She wasn't used to tapping out but she was already sore and the orgasm he'd just triggered was a big one.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes," Mirra pointed still not coming down like she typically would. She was still orgasming. She squeezed her fingers into his bicep yo steady herself and held on for another big one. "Uh, fuck.. Tomorrow," Mirra moaned. This had never happened to her before. The man left and she was bent over her bed trying to come back down and quiet her pussy from all the orgasming. She finally got it and by that time she was completely drained. She went right back to sleep waking up with the physical memory of what had occurred. She felt it all over. Luckily, when she got up and looked around nothing was missing so he wasn't a thief.
She brushed her teeth thinking about it and ended up sitting with a ziplock bag of ice between her thighs. She had a mind to take an ibuprofen and her crazy ass had said she'd do it again. She didn't have his contact or name to call him back and tell him she'd changed her mind, so she made herself a hot bath to soak in and returned to the ice.
I don't like the way we ended, but I feel like that's what you wanted. I feel like I ran out on you too quick, knowing how you are. But you know you were wrong. That was some foul shit you pulled. I don't know why you felt the need to do that shit or why you'd do that to me, but we need to talk. I wanna know why you did that and called me over to see.
Mirra deleted the message from her voicemail and called him back telling him to come over. "No, it's just me," she rolled her eyes, hanging up when he said he was on his way on his lunch break. On schedule, he was at the door and she was in her large terrycloth robe which was tied at the waist.
"DJ," she sighed letting him in. He stood instead of sitting, but she sat taking a sip from her glass of Sweet Peach Moscatto, her legs crossed at the knee. "So.. Let's talk," she folded her hands on her knee.
"It's this shit," he gestured to her. "You don't take nothing serious. Nothing gets to you. I don't get.. I don't understand how you can be so nonchalant about the shit. You called me so I could walk in on you getting your back caved in by two niggas..." He stared quizzically, but the answer wasn't simple. Not for Mirra.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth waiting for the right words to come. They didn't. "You knew how I was when you met me, don't act like I victimized you. You wanted to smash, I said come over. Never said I was alone."
"Mirra-" he sighed waving in frustration on his way to the door. He stopped. "I came over here to try and understand what the fuck be going through that brain. I don't get you."
"Yeah, I get that," Mirra nodded. "Not many people do."
"I don't hate you is what I'm tryna say. I just wanna understand."
"DJ, you're a good dude so I'll level with you. I like dick. I like sex," Mirra gestured to herself. "I like you, but we don't mix babe. You're a romantic. I'm a realist. You wanna share a sunset and give roses and that's cute. I like that too, but after the sunset I'm gonna wanna be on my thot shit. I wanna go fast... You need a woman more your speed."
"I guess so," he shrugged but Mirra still felt kind bad.
"You sure you don't wanna drink?"
"Nah," he rubbed his hands on his thighs, "I'm a go."
She saw him to the door and closed him out, having a seat on her couch again to finish her wine and think. "Mm," she stood heading upstairs to get dressed. There was a lot going on with all the niggas in her life and she was at the center of it.
That night when she got home around 11, she left her pumps at the door and flipped on the lights to find her latest sex partner sitting on her couch, legs wide and shirtless wearing that creepy ass ram skull with his tattoo out. Mirra nearly had a heart attack. She sunk halfway to the floor in shock.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!! GET OUT. GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!!!"
"I wanna fuck. You said tonight."
Mirra dropped to touch the floor for grounding. Her heart was still racing. "I need you to go."
"I'll go when I get what you got me over here for. I want some pussy."
"Take that damn ram skull off it's freaking me out!"
With his face showing, she felt better. She was able to stand and approach him when she could actually see his handsome facial features. The fear subsided and she stood towering over him.
"How did you get in and why were you sitting in the dark tryna scare me?"
"Your window was unlocked.. I did scare you.. didn't I," he smiled displaying gold-capped canines. He stood and her her head was at his chest.
"Don't do that shit, it's weird," she reiterated as he wrapped her in his arms and rubbed up her back under her shirt to her bra, unhooking it and pulling it from her shoulders with her shirt.
"Lil chaos never killed anyone," he whispered into her neck with a soft bite sending her head back in stimulation.
"Yes. It has." Still Mirra pushed him back into the couch and climbed in his lap, pulling his dick from his sweats and sitting on it. She was wearing a mini skirt with no panties to give her coochie some air and a rest. "I was sore today, this big ass dick..," she complained as she rode it.
"You gone be sore tomorrow too," he promised and though it hurt, it hurt so good. Mirra loved the stretch and the full feeling. She rode him on the couch switching to reverse like the previous night and then he picked her up tossing her on the kitchen counter and fucking her there. She sucked his dick on her knees by the fridge and gobbled his nuts like it was a niche video.
Every night for the remainder of the week was like this and Mirra found herself ignoring Ramone's calls again. She didn't want to hurt him and if DJs visit taught her anything it was how men cling and re-injure themselves. She didn't want that for Ramone so she couldn't make him think something that wasn't so. Most of all, she couldn't let him walk in on her the way DJ had.
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i dont know how to describe this but please give tenoch huerta more feather jewellery for him to wear i dont care what type as long as theyre feather cuz it suits him ssoooo well like that one photoshoot where he wears that feathery earpiece LORD HAVE MERCY he looks so good
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listen as a namor whore (namwhore?) i think that he loves marking you as his like man would go nuts with the hickeys and bruises (and bite marks too). on the off chance he lets you return the favor he’s surprised by how much he loves seeing the love bites and bruises on his own godly self >:)
pairing: namor x princess!reader
word count: 962
warnings: eighteen+ content, mentions of p in v but not shown, teasing, bites and marking, established forbidden relationship.
note: ok see i love this concept, this take, this thot!! but i fear he’s not completely into you returning the favor because for him it’d be more of a ‘i want everyone to see and be reminded who you worship to’. and i think he likes to stay looking proper to his people, but he does let you get away with bites left under the shorts!!
You were supposed to have left your room and met your mother and the council minutes ago—almost an hour ago you now see as the clock on your bedside reflects back to you in the mirror you’re standing at. Trying to right yourself back into looking presentable, kept, like you’re not running late because the man at the foot of your bed used his sweet siren song of pretty compliments, and words that had you out of your dress just as fast as his fingers had torn at the undergarments underneath it.
Leaving your balcony door open for him was seeming more and more like a curse than a blessing.
Letting him come and go as he pleased, when he cared to visit you after days of being MIA. Sometimes only noting his presence with a saltwater covered gift he’d leave at your doorway, when you’d stayed up as long as your body would allow to. As you waited to see if he would come to you; or when duties like council meetings and required dinners were demanded of you—events a Princess was supposedly meant to attend.
You’re surprised your mother hasn’t sent someone to fetch you. You expect it anytime now, ever the punctual woman your mother was. Being tardy was surely going to get you a stern look and deep questioning.
“Jats'uts,” he mumbles against your shoulder.
Beautiful.
Pretty.
Your heart soars, fingers only wavering a little as you do your best to right the necklaces adorning your neck. Your body having just been molded pudy in his hands mere seconds ago. Your thighs still sticky from having his mouth and cock between them. Your legs still feel that heady wobble from post orgasm. Your mind and body still coming off of that beautiful precipice of want and desire, of falling against his body like you couldn’t stand up straight, or function properly, without him being there to sink into—or onto on most nights.
You had told him how urgent it was that you make it to this meeting. How he needed to turn around and make his way back to his beloved ocean before someone saw him, and your mother had both of you locked away.
A threat he laughed at. A threat you knew meant nothing to someone as powerful as him; a God.
“If this were Talokan I’d make our people come to you. You’d never have to lift a finger, princess.”
Our people.
As if there were some alternate reality in which that could come to formation. Where the two of you would rule as equals and not something forbidden, and secretive.
There had been too much death and destruction on both sides, from both of your people, for either groups to be happy to be ruled by the both of you.
But the fantasy was nice to dream about—get lost in the idea of actually being able to flaunt your love instead of hiding it.
When his arm wraps around your waist your body works on instinct, on knowing the hands and warmth of the man that’s touching it. Guiding it into his chest to lean and rest against. His lips brushing at the side of your neck, mustache burning your skin.
“Or you could stay naked, spread out for me. Waiting for my return while I handled everything.”
“Mm.” You let your eyes close as you grin, “no responsibilities other than pleasing my king.”
“Precisely.” His teeth take a hold of your sensitive skin, his tongue following after the sting like a salve. Making your body tremble against him, a gasp falling from your lips. “You’d never want for anything. I would have it brought to you. Made for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to you, princess.” His mouth repeats it’s actions against your neck, his hand creeping lower to the start of your thigh.
That ache between your legs quickly making a home once more at your swollen clit.
“K’uk’ulkan,” his name falls from your lips, practiced, known, worshiped—as you moan softly. As you let him suck and bite at your skin, letting his words coax you into that fantasy world you want so badly.
You don’t come back to reality until you feel his fingers start to pull up the bottom of your dress, the cool air against your damp underwear bringing you back down from that building high.
“Nononono,” you pull away from him. Untangling his arms from your body and sending him a scowl at the way he’s smirking at you. “I’m already late because of you!”
“My apologies, princess.” His hand waves towards the door, “don’t keep your people waiting any longer.”
“I won’t! You-” your quick movements stop abruptly when you see it, when the deep hue catches your eye in the mirror. And maybe it’s half your own fault for not stopping him, for once again falling victim to the hot-tease of manipulation of his beautiful words.
There’s words of anger and disbelief in the back of your throat, ready to come up and spill over at the man whose eyes are locked onto yours in the mirror. Who is still wearing that signature cool as can be expression, that you really want to slap off of him.
Your mother was going to kill you.
String you up as a pariah!
“My mother–”
“Will not be pleased, no.” He finishes for you. Steps back into that space behind you, returning his heat to your back. His thumb runs along the bruised area, eyes gleaming at his creation before flashing back to yours. “But now everyone will know you belong to someone.”
You belong to me.
Unspoken in words but not in the way he presses a kiss to the love mark, lips soft and endearingly sensual.
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A Request
Part 1 of the “The Request” Series || Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader
Summary: As the daughter of the feathered serpent god, you had always felt the pressure of living up to your father’s name. But you never had to worry; Attuma was always there to quell your fears and follow your will to the ends of the earth.
Or, in which Attuma swears his undying loyalty and love for you, even if it meant being as shameless as to declare his love to a princess when he was but a mere warrior.
Rating: 16+
Word Count: 10.9K
Warnings: None. Just pure fluffy goodness. If you include a slightly overprotective Dad!Namor then yes, he’s the warning. Maybe a little bit of childhood friends to lovers. A whole lot of Princess x Warrior.
Note: It is worthy to note that I have not included any deep Yucatec Maya phrases (besides the terms of endearment) despite the Talokanil speaking in their native tongue as respect to their language. Therefore their mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
K'uk'ulkan had never felt as much loss as he had the day he had lost your mother. Yet there lay bittersweet joy; for the heir to the throne of Talokan had breathed their first breath and let out a cry so strong it beckoned the creatures of the deep sea to their bidding.
You were born a wee thing; weak and fragile as the old shells that littered the floors of the sea. Yet you held strong in the arms of your father as he witnessed his wife lifelessly lay in their shared chambers. The handmaidens and wet nurses all wept and mourned at the loss of their queen, the ocean swayed with the waves of its people's grief. You cried with your father's subjects as if you had understood the passing of Talokan's queen mother, but K'uk'ulkan never shed a tear, no.
He was a king to his people. He was the protector of his nation. A God was he revered by both land and sea.
He was your father.
And he dared not to weep in front of the children he held so dear—for even in the heartache of his loss does he remember the weight of his divine majesty and countenance to his people.
“The queen of Talokan has passed,” K'uk'ulkan swallowed the lump that formed on his throat as he bit back bitter tears. Tears that he will never show his people in a sign of great weakness, “yet she would not have wished for us to mourn in sadness. She brought us a gift that none could ever compare. She would have wished for us to celebrate in her absence for the birth of our child—Talokan's first heir.”
The you who had been presented with a crown and a scepter of your kingdom's rule since your birth inherited your father's features; the ears that pointed to the heavens as a sign of the divine blood that flowed through your veins, the golden skin that the sun had seemed to kiss in great exhalation to your birth, and the wings of heaven bestowed upon your ankles.
You were undoubtedly his child. The heir to K’uk’ulkan’s great nation.
You were loved by both land and sea, perhaps a gift from your late grandmother's love for the surface, for when you visit the land and take gulps of air do you stay breathing and when you step into the rocks of your father's study do you remain kissed by the sun. You did not change into the color of the sea like the maids that have cared for you, instead, you remained the same color as your own father when he sits idly on dry land.
At the tender age of seven did you realize the weight of the name of your father. You aspired to become like him, to fly like him, to lead the people like he did in childish wonder. He showed you the land that your ancestors once owned, the burial sight of your late grandmother, Fen, and the beauty that came with your motherland.
You yearned for the sights of the surface world, craved for the sun that illuminated the sky—not the one that your father had curated all those years ago, but the one that sits amongst the clouds of the surface—and you whispered wistful wishes to walk into the luscious green of the land that was unknown to you.
But your father forbids you to go further than the coves of Talokan's entrance. The sole heir to the throne of your nation should be safe. Protected. You were only allowed to go up into the surface every three months, a leniency that your father had so mercifully given you, and stare at the land dwelling wildlife that would so cross your vision.
You were merely stuck in the watchful eyes of your guards as you gazed with great longing at the mountains so far from your reach and the forests that would call your name.
Despite the love that you had for the beauties of the surface world, you loved your people and your great nation of the deep sea. You loved your father and tried your best to live up to the name of K'uk'ulkan. At the age of eleven you were made aware of your duties to your people. You had made sure that those duties were fulfilled despite the protests of your elders for being so young; that the beloved princess of Talokan need not to carry on the mantle of her royal duties just yet. But you worked hard to outshine your peers to preserve the honor of your father.
K’uk’ulkan could not be any prouder than he is now.
But the pedestal that you stood on was lonely. You did not have many friends, not because your father was protective of you and had guards at your beck and call, but because you were always so nervous to converse with the other Talokanil children.
What if they didn’t like you? What if they decided that your status as a princess would hinder their relationship with you? What if they didn’t see you as a prospect to rule them in the future when your father passes the baton of his majesty to you?
How ironic must it be for the princess of a great nation cower before the idea of friendship to her own people.
But that had changed when your father let you meet two Talokanil children; Namora and Attuma.
You knew Namora as your relative—your father’s cousin, to be exact—and sometimes came and went into the palace when you studied. But you never did get the chance to talk to her. You were far too anxious to try and talk to someone whose aura was as intense as hers, even when she’s just a few years older than you.
“They said they wanted to be your friend, in waal.” my child, he said. Both of them shifted nervously from where they stood, toy spears hidden behind their backs as they fidgeted in place. You noticed how Namora elbowed the boy Attuma on the ribs. He glared at her albeit playfully and said nothing as he behaved.
You have always noticed the two of them from afar when you studied near your father's throne. They were always rowdy, always hitting each other with their spears clumsily. Despite this, they always laughed and took everything in a merry stride. They never ceased to amaze you.
Even though Namora was far smaller than Attuma (or any other Talokanil child your age, really), she always won their little play-fights. Their roughhousing caused other children to stay clear of them, but you always found them fascinating. You never knew they wanted to be your friends. You have never as much as held a proper conversation with them except for a few nervous waves and panicked scrambling on your part when they caught you staring.
“My…friends?” It was your turn to fidget nervously, your hands clasping together and your thumbs twiddling against each other whilst you looked down. You felt the water shift as your father swam towards you, his tender gaze calming you down when his figure covered you from the curious eyes of the Talokanil children.
“That's right. They want to play with you. I'm sure you were wishing for the same, no?” He chuckled knowingly. You felt heat rise from the back of your neck and crawl up your cheeks—your father had seen you staring at them while they were playing almost everyday!
Nervously, you nodded ever slowly. There was no lie to his claims. You truly did wish for them to become your friends.
Attuma's patience must have run out when you were taking your time to reply to your father. You shrieked in surprise when you met the biggest grin you had seen in your life from just above you, an incisor clearly missing in the front of his mouth. K'uk'ulkan laughed and gently coaxed the boy down to your level, his hair flowing gracefully with the water as your father grabbed his ankles and lowered him in front of you.
“Wanna play with us?” You blinked at his straightforwardness. You glanced at your father for help, but he merely chuckled and gestured for you to answer.
“I—well—um…” He was too close to you that you felt like fainting from your own nerves.
“Attuma, don't be rude,” Attuma grunted when Namora appeared by his side and delivered a firm whack to his head with a toy spear. You breathed out a centering exhale before shooting Namora a thankful look. She huffed at Attuma, “you might scare her. And you just swam over the king!”
“I do not mind. But be more mindful next time, Attuma. You must not swim over your elders.” K'uk'ulkan chuckled endearingly at the children's antics. He already knew how rambunctious they would be whenever he passed by them play-fighting.
Attuma nodded with a gapped-tooth grin but K'uk'ulkan doubts he would really listen to him. But that was alright—he has plenty of time to learn respect. The king of Talokan wishes for these children to be their mischievous selves a little while longer and enjoy their carefree lives as young Talokanil.
K'uk'ulkan notices you fidget once again when Namora turns her attention to you, just as eager to make you their new friend. You try to make out words with broken sentences, yet there was no right greeting that would come. You would deflate when Namora would hold the reins of the conversation again. You failed to introduce yourself proudly and your embarrassment made K'uk'ulkan coo—how precious could his princess be?
He chuckles and patted Namora and Attuma on the crowns of their heads, successfully diverting their attention away from you and into his benevolent smile.
“She's a little nervous, but she has a good heart. She also wishes to become your friend. But remember that you have to listen; it is the makings of a great warrior.”
“A great warrior?” Namor's eyes sparkled. Attuma stared at his king with wonder similar to the spark of Namora's eyes.
K'uk'ulkan chuckled and nodded. You chose this moment to swim to your father's side, hiding half of your body behind his own. You looked at Attuma and Namora curiously while they waited for their king's next words.
“A great warrior not only takes a spear and protects their people, but they listen as well. They listen to their people's cries and act upon their needs. It is also your duty to listen to your leaders—for they hold the burden of choice. Never forget that, my young warriors.”
Your father rubbed your back soothingly and pushed you gently forward. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as soon as you were in close proximity with the two Talokanil children.
“Now this is your first task your king asks of you; listen to what the princess has to say, understood?”
They were eagerly waiting for your next words, their bodies barely holding in their excitement. You would have swam away right then and there, but you steeled your resolve and took a deep breath.
You said your name with a stutter, but that did not deter you. Your father gave you a reassuring pat to your shoulder. It filled you with more confidence to look them straight into the eye and say;
“I—I wish to be your friend, Namora. Attuma.”
The children gleamed happily, the water shifting as they circled you in excitement. Attuma had it in himself to wrap his arms around you and giggle with such carefree mirth that it covered you in a sense of welcome. Of belonging.
“You don’t know how long we wanted to become your friend, princesa!” He exclaimed, his arms still wrapped around you firmly. His toy spear now lay discarded on the ocean floor but he didn’t seem to mind.
Overwhelmed with the attention, you stuttered and twitched in his embrace. But you didn’t feel uncomfortable; it was a pleasant feeling to finally have a friend. But you weren’t used to physical touches just yet.
A large hand pried you off of Attuma, your hair whipping around you as you were now brought back to your father’s side. You saw him smile cordially at the boy, albeit strained, as his eyes twitched ever so slightly.
“Now, we have to be gentle with the princess. There shall be no sudden touches in her presence, especially with you, Attuma.”
Attuma blinked and cocked his head to the side, but he didn’t question his king’s instructions.
Years have passed since you have befriended the rowdy young warriors that K’uk’ulkan looked upon with great fondness. You, along with Namora and Attuma, have trained under the wing of your father in the ways of the spear much to your new friends’ joy.
As the next heir to the throne of your nation, you always did your best to meet the expectations that came with the name of the daughter of the feathered serpent god. You would go to the fields of your farmers to oversee harvest, weave baskets with the elderly to help the storage of the new batch of produce, and join the scholars that studied vibranium so you would further verse yourself to the mineral that grew in abundance in your ocean floors.
They were once such a tedious task for you; something that you did out of necessity. But Namora and Attuma made it a point to follow you everywhere you go, help you with the work and doubling the yields of your effort, and they made you smile when you were far too tired after your duties.
Attuma had made it a habit to make you cling on his back as you swam back home. There was no reason for you to get more exhausted than you already were, he told you. And despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself falling into a habit as well.
You found your royal duties far more enjoyable with them by your side, and you absolutely awaited the time of the day where you were relieved of your duties to go and spend your time with them.
“Don’t you find studying boring?” Attuma asked you one day, his meticulous hands polishing his training spear near the drop of the deep trenches. You tilted your head as soon as you seated yourself beside him, your legs dangling on the steep edge.
“I don’t think so…the language of the surface dwellers is fascinating. I find it enjoyable to learn.”
“You’re better off not knowing their language,” Namora huffed as she emerged from the bottom of the trench, a small lamp containing bright vibranium sustaining you with much needed light. She held her training spear proudly by her side, freshly decorated with shells that she found down below, “you know what they did to our grandmothers and grandfathers. I don’t see why you want to learn so much about them.”
“It is my duty, Namora. Once I take the throne I might need to talk with the surface dwellers one day,” you looked down on your lap and fiddled with the jade bracelet your father had gifted you on your fifteenth birthday—one that once belonged to your grandmother, “and I’m just preparing…just in case.”
“We’d be dead before we let any of those surface dwellers see you, princesa,” Attuma nudged his shoulders against yours and grinned, “we’ll make sure you don’t even have to talk to them as long as we’re there to protect you.”
“Did father tell you to say that?”
“What? No!” You gave Attuma a squinted eye stare and hummed. He averted his eyes nervously, his hands now working on his spear with more fervor than before. You and Namora snickered at his plight.
“He did.” Namora confirmed your suspicions. You sighed but left it be. You knew your father was just trying to protect you, so you let him do as he pleases. Although you did not fully understand the depth of the weight of his responsibilities, you could still recognize the great sorrow that came with his hate for the surface world.
And you had kept quiet about your longing to go up into the land; for you knew how it would pain him to know that you bore as much love for the surface as you did for the love you had for your nation.
Attuma cleared his throat and straightened his back, the spear he had decorated with the teeth of hammerheads now lay by his side. He stared at you with such conviction that rendered you speechless in his presence, and the light from the faux sun that your father had created casted him in a glorious light that made your breath hitch in your throat and the feathers on your ankles bristle in anticipation.
“I’ll do my best to train hard, princesa. I’ll become strong enough to protect Talokan—to protect you—so that you won’t even have to worry about any surface dwellers by the time you will inherit the throne.”
You felt more heat rush from your neck and now up to your eyes, his words giving you so much joy that you could possibly even imagine.
You had a friend far more loyal than any of your own guards from your father’s command. And if there was one thing you had learned from your duties as princess, that was the honor that came with a loyal subject.
Your flustered surprise was eventually replaced with giggles when Namora hit Attuma on the head with the brunt side of her spear, her face contorting to one of lighthearted teasing.
“Do you really think you’re the only one training to be by the princess’ side? You’ll have to go through me first.”
“Then I’ll just have to train harder to beat you, Namora,” Attuma glanced at you and gave you a grin, “I’ll be the one to stand by the princess’ side.”
“You’ve never even beaten me once.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She scoffed. “In your dreams.”
You stopped their little play-fight before it got too heated by pulling them closer to your side, your arms around their necks and laughing with such elation. You were thankful that they came into your lives and became your closest friends, and you would not ever want to see them change as you slowly aged with the sea.
“While the both of you train to become warriors, I’ll study even harder so I could be a queen that both of you will be proud to serve under. I don’t want your efforts to go to waste and serve a leader that’s incompetent.”
“You don’t have to do that, princesa. We shall follow you through the ends of the earth if need be. We already know that you outshine any ruler that came before and will come after you.”
“My father would not be too pleased if he heard you say that, Attuma.”
“He feels the same way, don’t worry.” Namora spoke in turn for the boy. You giggled when Attuma gave you a cheeky grin.
The three of you laughed with glee, unspoken promises now drifting with the currents of the outskirts of the capital city of your great nation.
It’s almost been a century since you have befriended them. A century since you have made your closest friends and aides. Namora and Attuma were always stuck by your side even when there were calls from their king to gather his strongest men. They gave you counsel, they gave you peace, they gave you protection in your times of need.
Nowadays, though, Namora has frequented your father’s side more likely than not—mostly because she was his cousin and his most exemplary warrior. Attuma was only second in skill compared to Namora, but he was still powerful in his own right.
You wondered when would your father hail them as generals; they deserve to be given the title for their service and their wit. You, as the princess of Talokan, can vouch for their competence.
“Where shall we go today, princesa?” Attuma asked you, his gait slowly inching closer to your own.
The boy you once knew had grown into a fine man. He had honed his body to withstand the greatest blows, turned himself into a living shield for your purpose and disposal. You did not want him to go into such extremities, but he always insisted. He even went as far as to hunt hammerhead sharks on his own and nearly killed himself in the process. The bites of hostiles were lodged firmly into his stomach, and the scars that littered his skin became trophies of his successful exploits.
You cried and cried beside him as you told him how stupid he was, how foolish he was to do everything in your name. How could he throw himself into danger just to train himself for your sake? It did not make sense to you, and you reckon that you will never understand the mind of a great warrior like Attuma.
Despite this, he comforted you and held you close to him; told you that he would welcome any sort of pain just so he could protect you from harm's way. You cried again and punched him in his abdomen—you were sure to tell your healers that you would be the one to patch up your reckless guard as an apology.
You felt his warmth from the water that surrounded you as it shifted when he tucked a strand of hair behind your pointed ears. You smiled.
“You can call me by my name, Attuma. You know that.”
“How dare I ever utter your name so casually?” He asked you almost incredulously. You sighed.
“We have been friends for over a century. You can be comfortable with me,” you turned to him with a pout, “please?”
“Is that an order?” He asked you, a trace of amusement from his quirked lip. You huffed and crossed your arms.
“You know I don't like giving orders, Attuma.”
“Then I shall continue calling you by your title, princesa.”
“And what if I ask you this as a request?” You swam closer to him, your pout breaking out into a knowing grin.
Attuma stayed silent, his head turned to avoid your piercing gaze. He felt heat from the back of his neck at your proximity, but he didn't dare move away from you.
You huffed.
“You're no fun.”
Attuma resisted the urge to chuckle. You looked at him in the corner of your eyes and smiled; you knew he couldn't resist it when you tried to make him laugh.
“And what of your errands today?” He asked you, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You blinked and swam towards him, pling his large bicep into the direction of your father's study.
“We've wasted much time, Attuma. Now come, we are going to the surface.” He nodded in affirmation and led you towards the entrance of the underwater cave systems your father introduced you to as a child. It was one of your favorite places, but your duties called you to the deeper parts of the sea to tend to your people.
As soon as you ascended, you saw the figure of your father dressed in his cloak as he painted murals upon the walls. Beside him was Namora, her mask on her face and her pallor now blue for being in land. You regarded your father with a bow, gestured him with the sign of your people’s respect, and slowly ascended into his study.
“Father.” you called out to him. He paused from his painting and smiled at you, his eyes filling with so much love that it was unlike the name the surface dwellers cursed him to be.
“In princesa,” my princess, he greeted you, reaching out to wipe the saltwater away from your eyes, “what brings you here?”
“It is the time of the year to visit the surface, father. I was just here to let you know before I went.” His face steeled much like the other months across the century you had told him. But it was not in a place of anger—it was in a place of worry for your well-being.
“I trust you to remember all that I have taught you. Return as soon as possible, understood?” You nodded and grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight in assurance.
“You do not have to worry. You have taught me well. And Attuma will be with me while I am out, so I shall be safe in his hands.”
K’uk’ulkan glanced behind you, now regarding Attuma with a nod of acknowledgement as he placed his mask on his face. Attuma bowed his head in respect and tightened the hold on his spear. The king’s brows furrowed.
“If you bring Namora with you—”
“Father,” you cut him off, “I will be alright. I will not do anything to endanger myself nor Attuma. I will merely visit the borders of the reef, is all. I’m sure our warriors have already scouted the area before they were called back.”
“In waal…”
“We always go through this every three months. I do not doubt your worries, but place your trust in me and the warrior I have chosen.”
Attuma straightened his back a tad bit, his chest rising in pride. He met eyes with Namora and grinned behind his mask. Namora simply replied with a silent roll of her eyes.
K’uk’ulkan swallowed a lump on his throat and sighed. He knew you were right. He trusted you enough that you would be safe, especially when someone as skilled as Attuma were to be by your side. It was the surface that he did not trust. It took so much from him and his forefathers even before Talokan came to be. He did not want to lose you to the claws of the surface world.
He would have volunteered to come with you, to make sure you were safe, but one look from Namora was all he needed to know that he was needed in the council in just a few moments.
He sighed. There was no stopping you when you had your mind set on a task.
“Stay safe.” He gently held the back of your head and ducked down to meet your forehead. You hummed and closed your eyes, squeezing his hand in assurance.
“You sound as if I am going to war,” you joked, “I shall return safe. I promise. It is not something that I have not done before.”
“You know your strengths, my daughter. But be wary, still. Negligence is the first sign of weakness,” he separated himself from you and turned towards the wall mounted with spears. He took one of his own and gave it to you, the vibranium of the weapon shimmering under the light of the luminescent algae. It felt balanced. Powerful. He then smiled, “and never forget your weapon.”
You chuckled and bowed your head in respect, the spear now by your side.
“Yes, father.”
K’uk’ulkan turns to Attuma and beckons him forth. The warrior obeyed with no hesitance and bowed before his king. You watched as your father nodded to himself and placed a hand on Attuma’s shoulder.
“She’s a bit of a handful, so look after her, Attuma.” You gawked at him.
“Father!”
“I will do as you say, in ajawo,” my king, he said. The warrior dared to look up and showed his conviction to his king, “I will keep her safe—even when she is a handful.”
“You did not have to agree with everything my father says!”
Namora cleared her throat and cheekily chimed in. “K'uk'ulkan is our king. Whatever he says we agree to, princesa.”
K’uk’ulkan ignored your huffs of protest and Namora’s silent laughter as he squinted at the man, the hand that lay on his shoulder now tightening in warning. Attuma held his ground and did not yield to his king’s hold. He knew the reason for his king’s aggression; it came from a place of protectiveness. You were his only daughter after all.
And Attuma was a man who held a century-long love for you, something that K’uk’ulkan wasn’t particularly fond of.
But you were too stubbornly attached to him that no scheme that K’uk’uklan thought of would separate the two of you. He was far too wrapped around your fingers to fully say no to your whims. The king’s only saving grace is the fact that you were far too oblivious to notice the affections of your own guard.
K’uk’ulkan felt a sliver of sympathy for Attuma. Just a tad bit.
He narrowed his eyes. “And there shall be no…detours along the way, understood? Keep the princess safe, no more than that.”
“Yes, in ajawo.” With a final nod, K'uk'ulkan released his grip from his warrior's soldiers and bid a final farewell before being led out by Namora to the depths of Talokan. She gave Attuma a knowing glance and bowed her head before you.
“Be careful, princesa. The world will incur K'uk'ulkan's wrath if you return scathed.” She joked. But knowing your father, you did not doubt that he would burn the world if you would come back harmed in any way; more reasons for you to stay careful for your visit.
You smiled. “I will be careful, Namora. Do not worry. I have Attuma with me as well.”
She nodded and followed after her king to the water, now disappearing into your view. You faced Attuma and gave him a grin.
“Let's go visit the surface.”
You knew the underwater caves like the back of your hand. You weaved through the dark waters, greeting the guards hidden by the rocks. They bowed their heads and regarded you with the gesture of your people, a courtesy fit only for the daughter of their god and king.
You smiled to yourself when Attuma swam forward when sunlight peeked through the entrance of the surface, his spear drawn and ready by his side. He looked so focused and attentive, his whole body on high alert. You giggled as you reached him and held his hand, squeezing it tightly while looking into his eyes.
“You are too stiff. Nothing will harm us here.” You told him. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
“I am your aide. It is only natural for me, in princesa.”
“I only wish for you to be at ease, Attuma,” you tugged him to the direction of the light, the sun now making itself known to the both of you. Attuma squinted at the sudden brightness; he wasn’t used to seeing something as intense as the real sun, after all. It was his first time visiting the surface world, “you will love the sights, I promise you.”
Attuma felt wrong to be swimming beside you like you were equals. No aide of the high blood of Talokan should even dare to swim in stride beside a warrior who bore no rank. But by your side, he felt safe and welcomed.
He did not feel fear despite it being the first time he had ever visited the surface world. Rather, he felt it to be…intimate, in a way. You trusted him wholeheartedly, put your safety in his hands as you ventured outside the safety of your own kingdom, and shared the experience that he knew to be significant to you even if you did not tell anyone your sentiments.
But he knew. He always knew.
And he would protect you in great fealty as you explore the land that you so loved, even though he knew it would anger his own king to grant your taboo affection for the surface world.
Away from the prying eyes of the other Talokanil, he allowed himself to indulge in his selfish desires and swam closer to you; your shoulders almost touching, hands tightly intertwined, and his heart finally free of the formalities that came with being your guard.
He let himself become a man whose soul reached out to you in longing.
Your heads broke through the water and were hit by the rays of the golden sun. You let Attuma adjust to the light for a few moments, his hands shielding his eyes as he tried to view the sun from between his fingers. You watched his skin slowly turn blue as the air hit his skin, and you had to smile ever so slightly as you watched him marvel at the green forests just across the beach.
“Your mask.” You reminded him, the hand that was intertwined with his tightening in your hold. He nodded albeit meekly, seemingly embarrassed to have forgotten to equip himself in the midst of his awe, and let go of your hand to make sure his mask was secure.
Attuma already missed the warmth as soon as he willed himself to part from you in a respectful distance, now aware how shameless he was to have succumbed to his own desires.
You guided him to the rocks that overlooked the beach, just by the edge of the corals that your people have grown to create a border for those who visited the surface. It was a reminder on how you were never truly free to roam the surface and discover the riches beyond your own kingdom.
The stories your father had told you plagued your mind, but beyond the violence that your forefathers have witnessed, robbed of the land that was yours by birthright, you wanted to see for yourself the motherland that your grandmother loved. You were angry at the surface dwellers, yes. You raged at the thought of the conquistadors that tainted your ancestral home.
But you never did loathe the surface. You just wanted to connect to the land of your ancestors that you were stripped of.
You were broken from your thoughts when you heard the squelch of water on rock. You looked beside you to see Attuma in full attention, his visage that of a man in full guard. You would have laughed if you saw him so serious in the midst of such a peaceful afternoon, but you knew how much his duty to you and your king meant to him.
Attuma stood by your side whilst you leaned back and rested your feet on the water. You patted the space beside you, but he shook his head. You pouted.
“Join me to rest. You are not bound by the rules of my father here,” you told him, your face cracking into a mischievous smile, “be at ease, Attuma.”
“Is that an order?” He gave you a glance, his eyes twinkling under the sun. Only now did you appreciate his dark gaze. It was as intense as it was full of life. You giggled and patted the empty space beside you once again.
“A request.”
He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes locking into yours and sending shivers down your spine. You held his gaze, the water on your skin turning cold when the breeze hit your flesh. With a huff, he put down his spear and sat next to you, his hand dangerously close to your own.
“If you’ll allow me.”
In silence did you bask in the beauty of the faraway beach that should have been inherited to you by your ancestors. The lands that stretched across the plains and the jungles of vivid colors would have been yours to rule by your father’s side. It pained you to know that you cannot even set foot on those beaches.
It was the order of your father. The order of your king.
An order to protect you from the surface dwellers that took your grandmother from him.
It only served to remind you that—despite the feathered ankles that promised you freedom—you were caged in this lonely corner of the earth, away from the adventures that you wanted to experience in full.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked your guard, your eyes following the birds that idly preened themselves on the branches. Attuma stared at you from the corner of his eyes, his lips turning into a smile as you leaned forward in interest.
“Quite so.” His heart skipped a beat when your eyes twinkled in amazement, your gaze never wandering from the land.
“Would it be shameless of me to long for the surface?” You asked him suddenly. Attuma shook his head quickly.
“Never.”
“Speak your mind. I did not ask you to indulge me and curry my favor,” you sighed and wrought your fingers together, your hand now leaving the proximity of your guard’s own, “I ask you for counsel, Attuma. You are one of the few people that I trust.”
Attuma was silent as he mulled over your question. An aide to the heir of the throne must only listen and follow their whims. The will of their masters were the will of their followers; he dare not disobey such courtesy.
But in the freedom of the duty that binded him to such rules by your order, he granted himself full autonomy.
“It might be so, in princesa,” you looked at him curiously. He held the urge to submit to you, to take back the words of his own opinion, and continued on, “you are the heir to Talokan, the nation built on the suffering of our ancestors who fled the land to hide in the sea. To long for the surface is a defiance to their dying will.”
“But we were robbed of our ancestral lands. What if I long to get it back? To let our people walk in the motherland that we once came from? To let them see this; the beauty that they were deprived of when we were chased off our own inheritance?”
“Then you should be prepared for war.”
He looked directly into your eyes, ones that held such young wisdom and hope. But he knew from the countless battles he fought that to reclaim the stolen land you wished to rule is to declare a fight that you were far too merciful to lead.
“To reclaim the right that we once owned…you must be ready to shed blood; both the blood of the surface and the blood of your people. But to declare battle you must reveal our nation. Our king’s will shall not allow such a thing.”
Attuma watched as you lowered your head, trapped in the swirl of your thoughts as you continued to deliberate the weight of his words. He flagrantly allowed himself to reach for your hand first, draw circles on the back of your hand tenderly, and scooted himself closer so his hulking gait would protect you from the prying eyes of the world.
You squeezed his hand with yours, your breath stuttering at your next words.
“And what if I still desire to reclaim our land back, Attuma?” You looked up and held his gaze, your eyes now steeling itself to one of conviction.
He smiled.
“Then I shall shed blood for your will, in princesa.”
You searched for any sort of hesitation in his strong features, to try and coax out any sort of loose ends of his loyalty. But you saw nothing of such sort; there only lay pure faith to your very existence, one that you recognize as unyielding.
You stared at him right in the eye. It was piercing, cold. One that beckoned utmost honesty from your aide. It was not a simple decision to make—even the words you have uttered this very moment would be considered blasphemous. Outright treacherous.
“Even if it means to defy the orders of your king?”
He did not waver as he replied.
“You are the one that I serve. My loyalty lies with you.” He took his spear and knelt before you, his one knee digging into the rock in which you lay. He pierced his weapon down into the earth, took your hand to rest upon his cheek, and presented himself to the utmost fidelity.
“Have you not sworn your service under the name of my father?”
“I have sworn nothing,” he practically growled, his grip on his spear tightening, “I long for nothing more than to swear my piety to you. I am indebted to K’uk’ulkan; I revere him as my god and king. Yet I cannot stand the thought of offering my loyalties to anyone else but you.”
You felt your heart throb against your chest, your eyes stinging with wet tears. It was a feeling foreign to you. The waves usually wipe your tears away at the bottom of the sea. But here on land, you wore your heart on your sleeve. It was an overwhelming feeling, one that urged you to cover your mouth to stifle your joyous sobs.
In the face of the man you had grown up with, in the presence of such undying loyalty did you fail to mask your elation. Yet your head was muddled with confusion—why was he always so devoted to you? Why would he risk being cast out when your father still sits on the throne and swears his loyalties to you? Why was he so willing to defy the orders of his king for your selfish whims?
You knew the weight of a warrior's oath. It was not something to be taken lightly. Warriors would swear upon the names of leaders who have fought countless battles, led the charge to warfare, and those who were considered gods like your father.
You were none of those.
You were not your father.
“Why?” You asked him, your hands trembling against his cheek. “Compared to my father, I am nothing. Why would you swear your loyalty to me when I have nothing to give you in return? It will still be years—centuries, even—before I could inherit the throne and bear the title of queen mother. So why?”
Silence fell between the two of you, the waves of the high afternoon playing the symphonies of its motherlands. You felt like you were suffocating despite the beauty that surrounded you while you waited for him to speak.
Finally, Attuma slowly raised his head and kissed the palm of your hand. It brought a wave of heat from the back of your neck to your cheeks, and even the tips of your pointed ears warmed at the gesture.
“Will you allow me to speak out of turn?” He asked you, his voice uncharacteristically soft. You blinked back the tears that obscured your vision and nodded.
“Speak your mind, Attuma.”
He breathed in a stuttering breath, the hand that held yours tightening and trembling. It made you nervous; a warrior such as he, the embodiment of a shield that protects his nation, stuttered and shook in your hold. He could overpower you at any second, purge the world of your existence, but here he was, weak and vulnerable in your presence.
He locked eyes with you, those gorgeous oaken eyes stared deep into your very being without reservation. You found yourself feeling faint, as if you have fallen into a pleasant trap that you weren’t too keen on getting out of.
And with a steady voice he said;
“I love you, in princesa. I always have since we were children. I only breathe to serve you, only live to please you. If you so asked me to burn the world and slay your enemies, then I will show you the ashes of their bones on a jaden chest. If you asked me to become your shield, then I shall parry every blade for you and protect you with my last breath. If you asked me to become your spear, then the blood of your foes shall dye the sea in red…”
He paused as he drew closer, the heat of his body enveloping you in a sensation of great adoration. He gripped your hand tighter, his lips lingering on your palms as he leaned further into your touch.
“...and if you asked me to become your beloved, then I will become the most faithful man you would ever lay your eyes upon—for your joys are my joys, and your sorrows are mine to bear.”
You felt your throat constrict, the heat from your face now traveling down to the tips of your fingers down to the very ends of your feathered ankles. Your wings bristled and shook, your breath hitching at every breath, and you felt the sudden urge to look away from those unwavering eyes. But the gravity of his own magnetism was enough to drive you back in; to never tear your gaze away from the man that confessed his love for you.
Though this begs the question; did you love him back?
Attuma must have misunderstood your silence for rejection, so he slowly removed your hands from his cheeks and bowed his head in shame.
“I have spoken out of turn. I apologize,” he held his spear tightly, but he never removed himself from his bow—a sign of his submission to you, “whether or not you accept my feelings, I will still stay by your side. I will serve under you, make my oath in the witness of K’uk’ulkan of my loyalty to you. I will ask for nothing more.”
Your heart broke at how easily it was for him to apologize. No person should ever apologize for the feelings that they bear. It only proved how devoted the great warrior was to you; for him to present his feelings of love to you and still offer his loyalty in the face of rejection.
You recounted the days of your youth down to the decades worth of memories with him. How could you have been so blind to have ignored the signs of his affections? How blinded were you with your duties that you allowed yourself to turn away from the subtle declarations of his feelings for you?
How foolish were you to actually dismiss your own feelings for him?
You love Attuma. You always have.
“Why have you not said anything in the century we have been together?” You asked him, your voice low and meek. You did not want to lose the warmth of his skin, so you gently lifted his head with both of your hands and let him meet your eyes.
You saw the gaze of your warrior waver.
“My duty is to protect you. How dare I be so impertinent as to bear feelings for the daughter of my own king?”
You shook your head and leaned in to rest your forehead against his. You heard the clatter of his vibranium spear on the rocks and into the water below. But you simply did not care at that moment.
“You are never impertinent, not when I bear the same love for you as you have for me.”
You heard his breath hitch. The hands that lay dutifully to his side now flying up to your face and hold your cheeks so delicately. In the large and dependable hands of your warrior did you feel safe and loved. It was unlike the other times that he had shown you affection when you were merely just friends.
What were you now, you wondered, now that you and him share the same feelings.
In that moment of solace did Attuma realize his place, but he did not dare remove his hands from you. He ghosted his fingers over your pointed ears, tangled his hands with your wet hair, and held you tight like you were the most precious thing in the sea.
He was but a mere warrior—a shameless peasant whose hands had brazenly touched the skin of his master.
“I am just a warrior without a title. You cannot possibly love me as I am.”
“But I do. I just have never realized it sooner, in yakunaj.” My love, an endearment that made Attuma’s heart flutter and weak against your hands.
“And when we are in the eyes of scrutiny, what then should you do?”
“It matters not, my dear warrior.”
“But your majesty—!”
“Am I not the heir to the throne of Talokan? Am I not the princess whose rule is imminent in the witness of your king? Of whom I shall love is a matter of my own choice that not even the feathered serpent god could refute.”
You drew in closer and wrapped your arms around him. He was strong and powerful, but in your arms did he surrender himself. He was not the warrior you knew him to be. In your arms, he was just a man who held a century worth of ardor.
“I dare not disgrace you, in princesa. I have nothing in my name but the battles that I have fought as a mere soldier.”
He removed himself from you and held you tenderly by the cheeks. You leaned against his touch, completely surrendering to the feelings that you have long since ignored since the beginning. He inched himself closer and continued to speak with great affection.
“But if I would be so bold to ask for you to wait; wait for me to garner titles of my own, build the foundations of my exploits, and ask you again to become mine, would you be so merciful as to grant such a plea?”
You stared at his resolve, the gaze of the man you have realized you have loved now asking you for the mercy to wait. You cupped his strong jaw and caressed his cheek with your thumb as you said;
“I will grant you mercy, in yakunaj, only if you fulfill my wish.”
He became alert, his body ready to grant your desires.
“Anything, in princesa. Anything for your majesty.”
“Then I wish for you to call me by my name, I beg you. We bear more than just pleasantries of warrior and royal.”
He gave you a smile, one that even his mask could not hide, and leaned in to touch his forehead against yours.
“Is that an order?”
You smiled.
“A request.”
It was merely a few decades later that the great capital city of Talokan was abuzz with the whispers of a great blessing bestowed upon their royal heir. It lit the fire of pride within the citizens of the hidden nation, a pride that K’uk’ulkan wore with high regard as he descended to present himself on the forefront of his throne.
Their darling princess, the radiant pearl of the deep sea, was ready to assume the throne of K’uk’ulkan’s legacy.
As your citizens have revered your father as the god king of your people, they have revered you as the same; a deity whose hands extended to the waters to create a shield of protection, a divine being whose mercy radiates the warmth of a thousand suns, the daughter of the feathered serpent god whose wings carried you through the winds of battle through the century. Your chest bloomed with unending bliss when you realized you've lived up to the name of your father—an entity that you've molded yourself into the likeness of.
You had held the expectations of the name of K’uk’ulkan to your very heart, and you were thrilled at the fact that your father had acknowledged your efforts in the witness of your people.
Your kingdom cheered and praised your name as you descended into the throne room from above, the feathered headpiece similar to your father’s symbolizing your authority as heir apparent of Talokan. Your father extended his hand for you to take, and you had done so with such grace befitting of your title as radiant pearl of the sea.
And there he had presented you with a throne of your own, just below the teeth of the monster of the deep oceans that he had slain many years ago. It was decorated with the finest of jade, vibranium, and gold with the likeness of an open shell. Compared to his throne that was decorated with the splendor of his long battles, yours was the embodiment of the abundant riches of your nation.
It was a symbol, perhaps, that the toil of your father’s work had borne fruit of great wealth to Talokan and passed down to the generations that would come next.
The radiant pearl of the sea had finally assumed her reign as heir apparent after a century of her rule by the feathered serpent god’s side, and there was no one in the kingdom who would oppose to the majesty of K’uk’ulkan’s daughter—not because she had the blood of their king in her veins and the feathered ankles that proved her divine lineage—but because of her love for her people and the duties that she had so diligently carried with grace.
K’uk’ulkan swam to your side and guided you to rest upon your new throne. It was a new feeling for you, one that could not compare to the childish wonder that you had just sitting on the lap of your father when you were still a wee babe. In the high seat of your throne did you overlook the citizens that had adored you, watched as they bowed their heads and put their hands in the likeness of a serpent’s mouth as respect to your inauguration.
As much as you loved to see your people acknowledge you, you could not find a glimpse of your best friend and secret lover. To you, their opinions were the only ones that mattered. It would not feel as joyous as it is if they were not to witness your greatest achievements.
Where were they, you wondered. They promised to be here in time for your ceremony.
“Something troubles you, in waal.” your father beside you, the feathers from his headpiece tickling the sides of your cheek. You gave him a smile, one that masked your worries, and found comfort in the hands that gripped yours reassuringly.
“Namora and Attuma are not here,” you supplied him, your eyes scanning the crowd of your people, “I worry for them. They promised they would come.”
K’uk’ulkan smiles and brings his hand to caress the base of your neck tenderly and rest his decorated forehead on your own. Your breath, which you didn’t realize had become labored, instantly calmed at the mere comfort of your father.
“Quell your nerves, my daughter. They will come.” With a knowing smile, your father separated himself from you and swam up to sit in the jaws of his own throne. The people all cheered while chanting the words of praise to Talokan’s honor.
K’uk’ulkan puts his hand up slowly and everyone falls into a hush. The air was still buzzing, the water under your command feeling the energy of everyone’s bated breaths as they awaited the words of their king.
“We honor the place of my only child as the rightful heir of Talokan. She has proven herself worthy of such a title for a century, and the seas have blessed us with such excellence that no one could dare defy. The future of Talokan is bright.”
Your people cheered and hollered, yet your eyes still strain to find your best friend and lover. You tried your best not to feel upset, but you felt a painful twist on your heart.
Where were they? It was unlike them to break their promises, especially your beloved warrior, Attuma.
“Not only do we celebrate the coronation of my daughter’s place in my council, but we celebrate the oath of our two new generals.” your father continued, your head snapping up at the familiar silhouette of your secret lover up the grand entrance of your underwater throne room. Your heart settled and you smiled in great pride as your father presented them at last.
“Namora and Attuma, the new grand generals of Talokan.”
They extruded such power as they descended ever so slowly, the light of the vibranium sun creating a halo of light around their bodies. They wore new armor that suited their character; the likeness of the spines of a lionfish adorned the body of your best friend, Namora, and the skull of a hammerhead shark and the spikes of its teeth littering every crevice of Attuma’s plated armor. Both of them held their respective weapons made of vibranium, and you could only smile at how proud you were for them.
You couldn't help but ogle at the sight of your warrior. You had kept your word and waited for him to finally gather his own accomplishments before asking for your hand. But that did not stop you from sneaking off and relishing yourselves in each other’s company. No one had ever suspected anything yet, but you gathered that your people were still under the impression that Attuma only bears one-sided love for you.
Oh your poor love, you didn’t mean to make him wait for so long.
You wondered when he would finally ask for your hand, to finally make your blooming romance known to your father and your citizens. It filled you with warmth just thinking about the possibilities.
You and Attuma locked eyes as soon as they had finished their descent, his eyes raking across your figure sat on your jeweled throne. He felt the need to kiss you right then and there, a privilege he had not yet taken across the decades of your secret romance in respect to his promise. He dared not touch you so inappropriately when you were not yet his, but he was sure to finally claim you as his own.
You were a jewel in Attuma’s eyes. A gem fit to be heralded around in great praise to your charm. Although your beauty spoke wonders of your outward appearance, you were a strong warrior, maybe even as strong as Namora. You are wise like your father, and you cared for your kingdom in the ways that a mother would.
You were crowned princess of Talokan, heir to the throne of K’uk’ulkan’s majesty, and the future queen mother of your nation.
Attuma could not even begin to describe in words such a blessing that fell into his hands so tenderly.
As soon as they were done taking their oath, bowed before you and K’uk’ulkan to swear their undying fidelity to your nation of Talokan, Attuma and Namora shared one look before your warrior ascended alone, careful to keep his gait below your eyes and on the feet of your throne. Your people fell into a hush, the momentary celebration ceasing to wait for Attuma’s next words.
“In princesa,” he started, his eyes looking up to lock eyes with your father, “K’uk’ulkan. If I may speak.”
“Attuma,” he regarded the warrior, his head held high in authority, “what do you wish to say?”
“My fealty lies with no one but the princess,” he bowed low and presented presented his spear by the jewels that adorned your throne, “the oath I shall take is one reserved to be of service of her, and if she wills me to serve under you, K’uk’ulkan, then I shall do so with no question.”
You waited with bated breath as your father stood from his throne and descended to stand in front of your warrior. Your heart thumped in your chest as you saw your father inch closer to him, his hand now resting on his shoulders and urging Attuma to rise.
“You have done a great deal for the name of my daughter, but the decision is hers to make.” K’uk’ulkan started, his voice carrying nothing but tender command. He turned towards you and beckoned you forward. You did so without question and swam beside your father.
“Do you accept his oath, in waal?”
There was no other answer for such a question. It was something that you had dreamed of since the beginning of your blossoming romance, the fantasy that you had always dreamed to come into fruition.
With a smile that would outshine the stars of the night, you eagerly replied.
“I shall accept your oath with open arms, Attuma. My dear warrior.”
Your people broke into joyous cheers as Attuma rose from his bow. You turned to pick the spear by the feet of your throne and presented it to him with a proud grin. He replied in kind, kissing the vibranium shaft that touched your hand as soon as he had received it. Heat traveled up your neck and into the tips of your pointed ears at the gesture, your fingers wringing together in bashful fluster.
K’uk’ulkan smiled at the exchange, but he could not help but urge you away from the warrior and back to your throne. He could not help himself—you were far too precious to be in the presence of a man who fancied you all his life.
The king turned to Attuma and regarded him with a nod and gesture of Talokan’s respect, the warrior replying in kind.
“Serve her well, Attuma.”
Before K’uk’ulkan could return to his throne, Attuma rose high and proud, brandishing his weapon only he could ever wield with such power. A show of strength, if you will, that left the people at awe at the display of his prowess.
“My king! If I may be so bold, I have something to ask of you.” He declared, his voice loud and strong. Your brows furrowed in confusion at such a statement; what else did Attuma need when he had already pledged his service to you?
You held the urge to giggle when your father turned with an amused chuckle of his own.
“What is it?”
Attuma turned towards you, the both of you locking eyes. And in that moment, he sent you an affectionate grin.
And then realization hit you.
He wasn’t going to—!
“I wish for your permission to court your daughter, the princess.” Murmurs and excited gasps spread across the hall. You see Namora grinning to herself staring at Attuma, impressed. Your cheeks burned with heat, your chest pounding at how incredibly mad Attuma was for declaring something as bold as a courting during your coronation as crown heir.
But it was something that you absolutely loved about your warrior, no matter how insane he was to declare his desire to court you in front of the entire kingdom.
Your father stiffened, his eyes steeled and ready to pounce at Attuma. He had to hold himself back—there was no reason for him to needlessly attack his finest warrior just because he expressed his desire to court you. He could not even dismiss such thought; the titles and the achievements of Attuma held far more worth than any man in Talokan.
From where it stands, and with your close relationship with the warrior, he was by far the only man worthy of your affection.
And so, with a reluctance that held every possible threat in the world, K’uk’ulkan replied.
“Prove to me your worth, Attuma, for the radiant pearl of the sea does not need an incompetent suitor to court her.”
“Father!” You hissed quietly. You felt your father’s animosity course through you in waves. You had to resist the urge to groan and sigh; he was so protective of you.
But Attuma did not seem phased as he spoke steadily.
“By your will, K’uk’ulkan.”
In the eyes of your people did you swim beside your father and held his arm reassuringly. His steely gaze finally fell as he looked at you, and you allowed yourself to swim to the level of his ears and whisper, “Please be gentle with Attuma, father. I also bear feelings for him.”
He looked at you like he was betrayed, but he was not surprised. How could you not have told him about your budding feelings for the warrior?
Then again, he knew the throes of a woman when it came to sharing their romantic feelings, so he did not blame you for keeping it a secret from him, your own father.
“How long have you known?”
“A few decades,” you smiled sheepishly, “do not be so hard on the warrior that I have chosen. He means it in good faith, and he has done nothing to cross any boundaries set by your command.”
“Are you sure?”
“I swear it upon my name and crown, father.”
Your father pondered on your words for a little while longer and resigned with a sigh. You pressed your forehead against your father’s and giggled.
“Thank you for your leniency, my king.”
You separated yourself from your father and swam forward to Attuma. He gave you a cheeky grin, one that screamed unapologetic mischief. You shook your head, amused as his antics, as you raised your hand to cup his cheek.
“My father has given his word; prove to him that you are worthy of my hand so we will be together, my dear warrior.”
He dared cup your hands that feathered along his strong jaw and leaned into your touch. You could feel your father’s piercing stare, but the both of you ignored it, too engrossed in your own little world in the watchful eyes of your nation.
“Is that an order?” He asked you, his eyes boring into yours with such intensity that would have sent you immediately to your knees.
You leaned in close until your lips met the base of his mighty headpiece, the jagged teeth of the hammerhead shark that he had slain digging firmly into the skin of his forehead. When you parted, you stared into his eyes; the eyes that held nothing but veneration to your glorious name.
And with a tender whisper to your beloved, you replied.
“A request.”
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Protector, Lover, Fighter
Relationship: Namor x afab!reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut, possessive/soft Namor, and slight feels.
Summary: Namor comforts you after a long day wanting to be close to you and lavish you in the gifts and adoration you deserve, for he is but a benevolent king.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 967
A/N: Soft Namor has been itching at the back of my brain, and I decided to give it a go while still trying to stay in character. Namor can be soft with those he loves and come on those puppy eyes he was giving Shuri throughout the movie were irresistible. Graphic by @firefly-graphics Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
You were exhausted by the time you made it to your room immediately collapsing onto the bed, falling into the soft silken sheets Namor insisted on providing for you.
It’s not until many hours later when your eyes fluttered open and you feel a brush of a finger along your forehead brushing away a strand of hair that you remembered. You’d forgotten to visit Namor and yet he was here hovering over you like a worried puppy, his expression soft and full of adoration.
“I was worried when you didn’t arrive,” his voice was calm and soothing making you feel more relaxed, but you knew the power he held within his reach and you were certain you’d have to face his wrath. He would tear down any empire for you to bring you back home safely to him.
You gazed at him warmly leaning into his touch, your lips parting to accept his gentle kiss. “I assure you I’m quite alright now Ku’Kulkan,” you say gently as your hand rested on the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss to reassure him.
He fell into your touch, his hands wandering along your body loving the way you responded to him in kind. You brush your lips along his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the saltwater on his skin and groaned at the taste.
He pulled you closer to him, a silent silent request to return to bed with him and he smirked, backing you up to the bed as he pulled off your shirt, discarding in unceremoniously on the floor. In an instant he captured your lips with his, his hands grasping your breasts, squeezing them before breaking away with a wicked grin.
“Close your eyes, my love.” His voice was quiet, laced with authority and you were already weak in the knees so you obey. When he’s certain your eyes are closed, your heart thrummed in anticipation as he slipped something over your head, the jewelry cold along your exposed skin, sending goosebumps flying along your body in its wake.
“You can look now,” he said softly nipping at your earlobe and you squirmed in response gazing down at the beaded shell and jade necklace adorning you. It glistened in the underground cavern; a piece of jewelry befitting royalty. You still hadn’t gotten used to how he spoiled you, but he was determined to give you the best of everything.
Your breath caught in your throat at the notion. Sure, Namor brought you gifts for he adored you but this was…your heart raced in your chest as you pulled him closer devouring his lips trying to express your gratitude.
He responded in kind, maneuvering so he had you pinned underneath him, bestowing the most passionate kisses to your lips as his hands wandered the expanse of your body, The sight of you beneath him in his adornments awoke something feral inside him with a desire to claim you as his and your grip tightening on his shoulders, practically clawing at his back was all the encouragement he needed.
The whimper falling from your lips encouraged him as he sucked countless marks down your neck, stopping at the swell of your breasts adorning them with kisses and squeezing them, and causing you to groan.
In desperation for more he intertwined your fingers straddling you just right, smirking at the way you try to squirm against him. But he won’t let that happen for he enjoys you at his mercy, utterly succumbed to him.
“Stay still, you’ll get what you want…eventually.” His grin was menacing, eyes hypnotizing as they bore into you and your heart rate beat quicker at the notion.
When he released your fingers from his hold, you cling to his shoulders before he tugged off your pants and sliped two fingers inside you, relishing the way your body arched and responded to him. He picked up the pace ensuring to draw the sweetest noises for you and it made his cock twitch in antocipation, watching you this way, opening yourself up to him and letting him bring you to the precipice of pleasure.
And when he finally worked his full length inside you he couldn’t help but groan at your words.
“Please, yes…hell just like that…” He filled you completely, making you feel whole once more and when he continued working you both to the edge as you panted, gasped and begged more, you swore a tsumani followed in the wake of the aftershocks when your gaze snapped to his.
He was beautiful, handsome, your protector, your lover, your king and you knew deep in the depths of your heart you would worship him and no other for you were completely and irrevocably his.
He never voiced the same, but as he gazed down at you, waiting for you to catch your breath in the aftermath of your releases. He lets his hands wander once more admiring how you trusted him completely and adored him as fiercely. You were his greatest fighter, his greatest lover and he vowed every day to protect you and his people. He admired the necklace strung around your neck, bringing you in for a kiss once more. You return it in kind stifling a yawn.
“I think I’m due for a nap my dear,” You chuckle.
Without hesitation he rolls to his side, gently tugging your waist to pull you you closer and he adjusts to where he can hold you in his arms and you nuzzle into the planes of his chest, tangling your legs with his.
He sighed in contentment, his chin resting on top of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and you find yourself drifting to the beating of his steady heart as Namor quietly thanks the gods for sending you to him.
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Tenoch is making a new movie and is crushing on his co-star. Just moments of them flirting and getting close and Tenoch showing his cute side and his AguaPapi side. I'm okay with a little smut too. Thank you !
I love it, thank you.
Summary: 8 cute moments between Tenoch and his co-star and 1 spicy moment between the sheets.
FLUFF AND SMUT this is a long one
The Meet Cute
The table read is where you met each other.
Of course you had heard of each other. You knew of him because he was Namor, I mean come on who didn't know about Agua Papi. He knew about you because he made sure to look you up. Tenoch was considerate and never wanted anyone to feel like they were lesser just because they had less experience. He was surprised to find that you had some amazing credits in international productions that he had been meaning to watch. So when he did, and he was able to really know more about you professionally, he developed a little bit of a crush.
As the two leads of this venture you were sat next to each other for the table read and you noticed that, even after the initial introductions, Tenoch kept glancing at you.
You nudged him as the director spoke, and then whispered to him, "Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?"
He leaned over to whisper in your ear while still looking at your director, "I'm just wondering how I'm going to concentrate on these scenes when they got me such a beautiful wife to act against."
You gaped at him and then kicked him in the shin under the table. He jumped but still smirked at you, winking as he did.
"Tenoch, y/n, is everything ok?" The director asked,
"Things are perfect," The way Tenoch said it sounded like a purr and you hated that you thought it was cute.
You leaned over once everyone was back to listening to the director, "You're gonna be a menace aren't you?"
"And we are going to have a lot of fun together," Tenoch replied, looking into your eyes and holding your gaze until you had to look away. You covered your blushing face with the script while you tried to cool down. Tenoch sat next to you shaking from the laughs he was holding in.
This was going to be interesting.
Fight Rehearsal
" Aye pinche a la verga wey!"
"Honestly, Tenoch, I expected more from you," You taunted as the Latino man picked himself up off the mat.
"We are only supposed to be sparring!" Tenoch growled, throwing his spear to the ground, "No quiero hacer esto contigo, perra!"
"Aw, ok ok, I'm sorry. I just got excited. I've never been able to pull that move off with the stunt men and when I realized it was working I went full force. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?" You rushed up to Tenoch who had his arms crossed against his chest. You gripped his wrists trying to get him to loosen up. "I'm really sorry."
You had both been in physical training for months and had moved on to fight choreography and rehearsal. While it was fun most of the time, it hurt Tenoch's ego a little bit that you were much better at it than he was. Not that he wasn't trying but you grew up learning three forms of martial arts so you had an advantage.
You hugged Tenoch around the middle since he was so much taller than you and spoke to him even though your voice was muffled against his shirt, "I'll let you flip me into the foam pool in the big rec center if you keep practicing with me today."
"Aye, cabrona," Tenoch sighed and hugged you back, "let me throw you twice and we have a deal."
You pulled back and stared at him. You locked eyes trying to intimidate each other then you conceded, "Alright, twice."
You stuck your hand out for a hand shake and Tenoch took it and sealed the deal.
"You're lucky you're cute, hermosa, or I would have left," Tenoch called to you as he drank some water from his bottle near the training room mirrors.
You were across the room picking up your notebook to look up another scene. You glanced at him, "You're lucky you're handsome or I wouldn't be going easy on you."
"No mames," Tenoch yelled and gave chase. He grabbed you from behind and lifted you by your waist. Then got you in a head lock once he put you down. You were both laughing as you wrestled.
Gym Buddies
"Come on chiquita, one more rep," Tenoch encouraged you as you dropped into your last squat. You huffed and strained loudly.
"I can't."
"Yes you can. Just one more," Tenoch was spotting you as you forced yourself to stand one more time. Once the barbell was racked and the weight was off your shoulders you collapsed onto your butt.
Tenoch looked down at you amused then told you to scoot over so he could add his weights for his own set. You had decided to work out together today and you were regretting it. The man was encouraging but pushy when it came to weight lifting. There was no doubt in your mind that you would be sore as hell the next day.
"What happened to the tough, pendeja who keeps beating my ass on the mats every week?" Tenoch teased as he lifted you on to a nearby bench so that you weren't in the way of the squat rack.
"I am a cardio person Tenoch. This lifting weights stuff is not my happy place. I'm going to be so fucking sore and it's your fault." You complained as you gulped down some water.
"This is a good sore though," Tenoch said as he hit his set of squats.
"I can think of a better sore," You mumbled to yourself.
Tenoch racked the barbell and leaned over you with one hand on each side of you, spanning the width of the bench. God he had big hands. You looked up and his face was only inches away from you. He was breathing heavily from doing the squats and you could feel his hot breath barely blowing across your lip. You instinctively licked your lips which caught the actor's eye. "What kind of sore would that be?"
You stuttered, "T-the kind where my legs are sore from kicking you around."
"These legs?" Tenoch asked as he knelt in front of you and grasped your left thigh with both hands. He locked eyes with you as he started to massage your thigh then stretched out your leg.
Your heart raced at the feel of his hands on you. Then he bit his lip right before he made a fist and ran it firmly on the back of your thigh from your butt to your knee. "FUCK!"
It hurt like a bitch but Tenoch held your leg in place and repeated the gesture to your whole thigh, "Stop moving. This will help with the soreness."
"That fucking hurts!" Tenoch ignored you as he finished with one leg and held you down so he could grab the other leg, giving it the same treatment. Once he was done you smacked him hard across the chest, "Pendejo!"
He was laughing as he sat back, "It feels better now, right?"
You paused and wiggled on your seat realizing the tension in your legs had loosened. You looked down at your hands and quietly thanked him. He was standing now, having grabbed his things. Tilting your face up to look at him he spoke softly, "I promise the only type of sore I'll make you is the good kind of sore."
Tenoch smiled down at you before releasing your chin and heading for the lockers, "Goodnight hermosa, I'll see you next week when we start filming."
You watched his back as he left you there. He pulled off his shirt right as he made it to the locker room entrance way and you couldn't help but gasp at how good his back muscles looked right after a full body work out. You could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
Someone got sick
"Hey Nochie!" You called as you barged into his temporary apartment. You juggled the groceries you had as you made your way to the kitchen and started unloading your haul.
Tenoch stumbled in looking like death wrapped in a bathrobe and little else. His eyes were a little puffy, he had wadded up tissues in his hands, and he was sweating slightly.
You sprayed a little disinfectant at him, "No one told you to leave the bedroom. Go back in there or I'll spray this directly on you."
"Don't be mean," from the sound of his voice you could tell he had been coughing and his nose was stuffed up. He waddled back down the hall way and you heard the telltale 'whap' as he threw himself onto the bed.
The idiot had gotten a cold. Unfortunately, his assistant wasn't much help as he was a young newbie and a man. You got to work preparing the new humidifier that was delivered and placed by the door. Once that was set up in Tenoch's bedroom you returned to the kitchen to make some soup.
You knew that Tenoch was a fan of spice but even you were a bit hesitant to use as much as the recipe called for. But your Indian friend had insisted that the spice was necessary and would burn the illness out of the actor in no time. If you hadn't experienced it yourself, you probably wouldn't have believed her. Now here you were making a home remedy for the Mexican actor.
After a week of being sick and missing your first shoots together, you were fed up. Once you realized that his assistants were useless in the realm of caring for a whiney man with the a cold you decided you had to intervene. Plus you had started to miss the man.
With some texts and coordination with his assistants you were given a key and the go ahead to help him and try not to get sick yourself. You slaved over a hot stove for an hour before the soup was ready and the steam of it was making your eyes water.
You scooped some of the steaming soup and placed it in a bowl on a tray. You pulled out some of the cold medicine that was sitting on the counter along with a bottle of water. Carefully, you took the tray in to Tenoch's room, where he was sleeping soundly. His breathing wasn't as labored, which told you that the humidifier was working. You placed the tray on a small table and went to wake him.
"Nochie, time to eat." You shook his shoulder gently and he slowly opened his eyes. You helped him sit up and handed him the tissue box on his bedside table so he could blow his nose.
"That humidifier really helped. I haven't been able to sleep like that in days," He looked at you with a soft smile on his face.
"I made you some soup. It's a friends old family recipe. It's spicy but it always did the trick whenever I would get sick during tech week in college," You explained as you set the tray on his lap.
He watched you as made sure the tray was stable and the medicine was out of it's blister packet. When you looked up you couldn't help but blush at the softness he was emanating.
"Eat this and then take your medicine, " You commanded as you started randomly tidying up his room. Before you could move too far away from the bed he grabbed your wrist.
"Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate you coming to take care of me," He said earnestly.
You shifted your wrist and took his hand, "You won't be so grateful once you try that soup."
That made you both laugh.
"But seriously it's not just hot temperature-wise. There's enough spice in there to fill a taco truck," You gestured to the bowl.
"Sounds delicious," Tenoch said as he picked up the bowl with both hands and took a big gulp. Immediately he started coughing. You deftly took the bowl away from him so he wouldn't spill.
"I told you!" You exclaimed. Tenoch grabbed the water bottle and drank from it hungrily.
Once he had recovered he gestured for the bowl again and you hesitated before gently handing it to him. This time he took a much smaller sip and made a soft noise of approval, "It burns so good."
"Don't make that face when you say that, you look like a psycho," You went around cleaning up some tissues and clothes strewn about as the actor slowly ate his soup, "Trust me it may burn good now, but you'll hate it when it burns coming out."
Tenoch whipped his head up and looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't worry, your cold will get burned away too. The hour or so on the toilet will be worth it. Anyway, I'm gonna head out. Good luck, handsome." You couldn't help but cackle loudly as you left the actor alone.
Hours later
TH: I hate you
YN: You love me
TH: I'm dying.
YN: Can you finally breathe through your nose and mouth at the same time?"
TH: ...yes.
YN: You're welcome.
TH: <3
Filming together for the first time
Due to Tenoch's cold the entire filming schedule got so turned around that it was 2 months after filming had started that you finally had your first scene together.
Although you had rehearsed fights and other scenes together, this was the first time you were seeing each other in full costume and makeup. It was quite honestly intimidating how good the actor looked in a well fitting suit and perfectly trimmed hair.
"Oh ho, look at you. Aye que bonita. Who knew you could clean up so good?" Tenoch said taking your hand and making you do a little twirl.
"Don't pretend like you haven't thought I was stunning since the moment you met me," You teased as you struck an exaggerated seductive pose.
"The color suits you, hermosa," he kissed your cheek in greeting and you did the same to him. The crew was still putting the finishing touches on the scene and directing the extras. It was a party where the two characters had agreed to meet for a covert deal. It was extravagant.
"Thank you, Tenoch. As always you look handsome as ever in that suit. No wonder they call you Agua Papi," You teased knowing that he always got flustered when you brought up the fans' nickname for him.
"Aye mujer, stop calling me that," as expected the actor was blushing.
You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Don't pretend you don't like it. Every guy likes being called 'papi'."
He grasped your waist and stopped you from leaving his side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I prefer it in private."
A shiver ran down your spine right between your legs as you looked into his eyes. You both glanced at each others lips. You chuckled, "Save it for the camera or your fan girls might try and poison my water."
You gestured to some of the extras that were staring at the two of you across the room. Two in particular were glaring daggers in your direction but it didn't bother you. The director called for 'places' and you went your separate ways.
Acting together was electrifying. Your chemistry seemed like second nature. Even when you both decided to move the scene in a different direction it was seamless. Everyone on set could feel it. That this was a dynamic duo in the making. Having an actor vibe with you so well was a rare gift and you enjoyed every minute of it. There was a challenge there as well as trust that gave you the confidence to explore versions of the scene that you hadn't thought of during rehearsal.
Tenoch felt the same way. Acting with you was fun and natural. For every cross he made you had a counter-cross. For every push there was a pull. It was energizing. When you had practiced together it was peaking through, but once you were both fully committed to the scene, in character, in front of the camera where it mattered most, you both thrived.
When the shoot ended for the day, Tenoch impulsively hugged you and kissed the crown of your head, "Mi compañera! This is going to be an amazing shoot."
You laughed at his exuberance and returned the hug, "You felt it too, huh?"
"Electricity! You're like my soul mate. Oscars here we come!" Tenoch cheered as you both made your way out of the studio arm in arm. You didn't want to think too much about how Tenoch calling you his soul mate had made your heart skip a beat.
Kissing Practice
You were pacing back and forth in one of the waiting rooms of the studio. You were incredibly nervous for a very stupid reason. Today you would be filming the first kissing scene. Not only was it the first kissing scene of this film but it was also the first kissing scene you had ever been asked to film.
That is how Tenoch found you. Pacing a path into the floor as you worried about your upcoming scene. "Que pasa mujer?"
You stopped in your tracks and looked at the actor. He was dressed in fitted black slacks and a satin button down that was only half way buttoned, showing off his sculpted chest. His sleeves were rolled up , exposing his strong forearms and the fake tattoos they had put on to them. You blushed, thinking about the scene and how you were supposed to throw yourself at him.
"Hi Tenoch," You replied nervously, not able to meet his eyes.
Tenoch tilted his head in confusion, "Que chingados? Quien eres? Who are you and what have you done to my co-star?"
"Oh shut up," You shot back as you continued your pacing.
Tenoch followed your path, watching you, "Why do you look nervous? You never look nervous."
You turned on him, "I'm allowed to be nervous!"
"Of course you are but why are you that way?"
You sighed, running hand through your hair while fidgeting with your skirt's hem. "I've never shot a kissing scene before."
"Ah, okay. What can I do to help?" Tenoch asked sincerely.
"Wait, you're not gonna make some joke about it?" You looked up at him.
"Of course not. I remember how nervous I was the first time I had to kiss someone on screen. Kissing is nothing in real life. It's natural, you don't have to worry about if you bump noses or close your eyes too soon, or purse your lips too much. But you can see all of that on screen. It's intimidating," he explained.
"Oh god, you can purse your lips too much? I hadn't thought of that," Your mind was racing with what else you could have missed.
"Oh mierda. Come here," he guided you to a chair and sat you down. "Calmate. Stop worrying. We can plan it right now ok."
"Plan it?"
"Yes. Like who tilts right and who tilts left, where our hands go, what kind of kiss it is. We can figure it all now and even practice if you want. It's just a scene like all the others. We can rehearse it." Tenoch took your hand and squeezed it.
"Really?"
He looked down at your face and realized just how vulnerable you felt in this moment. You had been confident the entire shoot until now. Reliable and trusted by everyone. You didn't want to disappoint anyone. He stood and pulled you to your feet, "Yes, really. So stand here and I will stand in front of you. I know in this scene you're supposed to jump into my arms. But we will get to the jumping later. Relax first."
You shook out your arms and slowed your breathing down.
"So obviously you jump into my arms so I will immediately wrap them around your waist," Tenoch did just that, your chest pressed together. Damn he smelled good.
"Thank you, you smell amazing too. But focus," Tenoch chided with a cheeky grin. You blushed red not realizing you had said your thought out loud. "Alright now you're in my arms. Obviously since you jump you will be more at eye level with me so let me lift you up, wrap your legs around my waist while we figure out the rest."
You followed his command and tried not to let your thoughts fly directly into the gutter at the position you were in. His arms felt strong around your waist, and you could feel how firm his muscles were as you wrapped your legs around him and, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Alright did you want to keep your arms around my neck, or did you want to grab my face?" Tenoch asked like it was a normal every day question.
"Uh neck is good, especially if I'm throwing myself at you. If I try to grab your face I might poke your eye out." You explained finally getting yourself to think about the scene.
"Good call. Alright so I would suggest that we tilt right side respectively. And we keep that angle no matter which camera angle they use, for consistency," You followed his directions and tilted your head to the right and he did the same on his side. Your lips were millimeters apart. "Ok see that will eliminate any nose bumping. Now what kind of kiss?"
"Well it's a passionate one. She's giving into her attraction after putting it off and it's her way of asking for comfort," You replied, really digging into the context of the scene.
"Alright so passionate as in open mouthed, tongue, full on devouring?" Tenoch asked, rubbing your back slightly.
"I think open mouthed, with a little tongue at the end. Since he would be surprised at first and then realize what is happening and reciprocate," You reasoned.
Tenoch smiled and let you down on to your feet, "That sounds perfect. So are you ready to practice?"
"Right now?"
"Yes. Look we have figured out the logistics but if the first time we kiss is when the cameras are rolling it may turn out awkward. It's also your first kissing scene and I know you want to do well. " Tenoch told you.
"Right, ok. So, um, I just run at you and do it?" You were nervous again.
"No," Tenoch had found a spot across the room and had his arms folded. His demeanor was shifting from the helpful senior actor to his debonair character, "Get into character. The last three lines before the kiss then run."
In the blink of an eye Tenoch was gone and he was replaced by his character. The way he held himself changed, his expression, the twinkle in his eye, everything was different.
The electrifying feeling of acting against someone so skilled returned. You walked across the room towards him and with each stop you melted into your character.
"Quit looking so damn smug."
You clenched your fists in frustration as he smirked at you.
"You think you know everything but you know nothing,"
He looked away, uninterested. But damn did he look good.
"Look at me."
He turned back to you with a cocked eyebrow and made a dismissive 'hmph' noise. Then you ran the rest of the way into his arms, and your lips found his.
Tenoch hesitated as your lips moved against his and his arms wrapped around your waist. You were flush against each other. He finally started to reciprocate and you felt yourself melt. You moaned into the kiss and almost pulled away when you realized but Tenoch turned and pressed you against the wall, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into your mouth.
Reluctantly you both pulled away. Tenoch was towering over you with his arms against the wall, caging you in between. You both were out of breath, eyes dilated, and slowly coming back to earth.
Tenoch cough and took a few steps back from you, "Um that was good. You're ready for the shoot I think. I-I'll see you later."
Then he was out the door leaving you flustered and wanting more.
Last day of shooting
The tension between you and Tenoch had been building ever since that first kiss practice. You both only really saw each other on the days you were shooting scenes together. The production had been asked to speed up to make a certain date so you were all swamped and working constantly.
The tension worked well with your characters and as always you acted well together. While on set you both were very aware of each other. Still joking and flirting but there was an undercurrent of desire beneath it all. Every kissing scene felt a little to needy and desperate to the both of you. The few moments you were alone together you didn't speak much. Instead you both would catch the other staring, it was obvious that the attraction was becoming unbearable.
It was the last day of filming and everyone was saying their good byes. Unfortunately, you couldn't find Tenoch anywhere. You considered texting him, but you were already overthinking and overanalyzing. What if the attraction was something you made up in your head? What if he was avoiding you because he could tell you were infatuated? What if he had actually left without saying goodbye? You knew you would probably see him on the press tour, but that was months from now.
You walked dejectedly to your car in the studio parking lot. You had told your manager to go on without you, after all you were on vacation for the next three weeks. When you turned the corner to where you knew your car was, you were surprised to find Tenoch parked next to your SUV, standing between the two cars with his hands in his pockets.
"Tenoch? What are you doing?"
"Aye chingada madre. Took you long enough. Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you," Tenoch was startled by your sudden presence.
You walked up to him and immediately began smacking his shoulder, "I thought you left without saying good bye you bastard!"
"Hey! Hey, stop it." He grabbed you by the wrists, "Why the hell do you think I would do that?"
"I don't know," You replied softly.
Tenoch cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes. "I can't leave without asking this hermosa to let me take her out on a date."
"You wanna go on a date?" Your eyes widened in surprise.
"That's what I just said," he was smiling his most charming smile.
"I'd love to," You returned his smile ten fold.
The date
Tenoch had insisted on waiting until you were both in Mexico to have the date. One, because his flight was already booked, and two because he wanted to cook for you.
So two weeks later, you found yourself in Tenoch's house, in a pretty sundress, drinking a margarita as the man in question cooked for you. He was preparing four or five dishes and was entertaining you immensely with his running commentary.
"A man who cannot cook is a man who will never find love. That is what my mother always said so I made sure to learn how to cook," Tenoch recounted to you.
"It all smells amazing, but please don't make it too spicy. You know I'm a baby when it comes to spicy food," You commented as you leaned over the counter to look over the dishes he was plating.
"Yes, for the baby I have cut the spice level to 50 percent. Scouts honor," he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips.
"I don't think you were ever a scout. Do they have scout's in Mexico?" You asked as he circled the counter and started setting the table.
"Of course we have scouts. But of course I was never a scout," he winked at you as he pulled out your chair, then poured you both a glass of wine.
"First a margarita, and now wine? Are you trying to get me drunk?" You teased him,
"Drinking is a time honored Mexican tradition, hermosa, it's part of my culture," He took his seat and started serving you portions of food.
You couldn't help but laugh. He was so charming and looked so handsome, and he could cook. You thanked whatever gods brought you here.
"Cuisine a la Mejia, now being served. Enjoy!" And you both did.
You insisted on helping him wash up after spending two hours talking and eating and sharing everything you could about each other. In between all that casual chemistry you had always had together was a growing desire. You both snuck kisses in between conversations. Held each others hands, and found reasons to touch each other.
It was only natural when Tenoch pulled you into a hug from behind as you finished washing the last of the dishes. You both were a little buzzed, warm to touch, and feeling relaxed. He started peppering kisses from your ear to your neck, hitting just the right spot to make your legs weak enough that you had to hold onto the counter.
You finished the last dish and set it to dry as Tenoch continued his ministrations. He pulled your dress strap down your shoulder and laved, and sucked at your skin. Your hand came around and pulled his waist closer to your body. A low growl emanated from him as he pressed up against you. You could feel his arousal tenting his pants.
You turned your head and captured his lips in a searing kiss. His hand found your hair and pulled it loose from the bun on top of your head. Gripping it tightly in his fist, he grinded up against you.
"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," He whispered into your ear, afraid of hurting you.
"Don't you dare," You replied desperately.
Tenoch captured your lips again and grinded against you. His hand reached down and flipped up the skirt of your sundress. He kissed his way down your back, leading with his hands so he could slip off your panties. He let out a groan at how wet you were. The actor was on his knees behind you, spread your cheeks and started lapping at your wet pussy.
Your hand gripped his hair behind you as you grinded against his mouth. Your moans filled the kitchen as he devoured your dripping cunt. He spread your legs further and pulled his tongue away from your center making you cry out in protest.
"Ssshh, I'm not done," He whispered as he slowly pushed a finger and then another inside of you. He stood back up and fingered you with a steady pace as he undid his belt and zipper.
You rocked back into his hand chasing after the orgasm that you were teetering on the brink of. Then his fingers left you and you moaned in frustration. "Please, I'm so close."
Your whimpered plea was met with Tenoch rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, "What do you want?"
"I want you to put your cock inside, Tenoch, please."
He slowly, agonizingly did as you asked. When he started thrusting you clutched the counter tightly. He was kissing your neck again, hand wrapped in your hair as the other guided your hips. He pounded into you relentlessly, giving into months of desire and attraction.
Your orgasm hit you like a train and you gasped as he fucked you through it. You felt wetness flow between your legs as he continued thrusting. Tenoch pulled you up to him for another wet kiss as he followed you over the edge. He grunted as he emptied into you. Slowing down and peppering every inch of skin he could with kisses. His hand gripped and rubbed your ass cheek affectionately.
The sheets
"Come with me," Tenoch said as he took your hand and led you upstairs. You were both still coming off the high off your coupling in the kitchen. It was spontaneous and passionate and so right. He had tenderly helped you clean up and righted your clothes afterward. Giving you water and asking if he had been too rough.
When you walked into his bedroom you were surprised to find it to be so clean and airy. The large bed was the center point but the rest of the furnishings were a light wood and his curtains were gauzy. The sun had long since set and instead of turning the lights on, Tenoch started lighting candles.
Once the candles were going, Tenoch stripped down to his boxers and then found an oversized shirt and a clean pair of boxers for you to change into. He helped you undress, kissing you on your neck, arms, cheeks, back and shoulders as you went. You felt absolutely adored.
Tenoch turned down the bed and gestured for you to join him. When you did, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you slowly, nuzzling you between languid kisses. You cuddled and shared intimate caresses as you fell into an easy pillow talk about everything and nothing.
Tenoch had his head on your shoulder as you stroked his hair. His arm was slung across your waist and your legs intertwined. You could have fallen asleep then but his hand found the hem of your shirt and he pushed it up to reveal your breast.
You bit your lip as he suckled on your nipple. His hand kneaded the other and rolling the nipple between his fingers. You arched into his touch as his hand slipped past the band of the borrowed boxers you wore and found your clit. Tenoch teased you with his fingers and his mouth until you were pulling his lips to your own in a hungry kiss.
As you kissed you pulled his boxers down and palmed his cock in your hand. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and jerked it a few times, letting the pre-cum spread. He bucked into your hand as he sucked your lip. Eagerly you pulled the shirt and boxers off between kisses then wrapped your legs around his waist.
His hand supported him above you while the other caressed your jaw. Tenoch reached between you and lined himself up before thrusting into you, balls deep. You arched into the feeling of his cock inside of you. The actor pulled your arms away from the sheets and pinned them above your head as he drove into you.
His hips snapped into yours as he thrusted deeply into you. The bed shook with the force of it and the sounds of your fucking filled the room. Tenoch leaned into you and captured your lips. Your hands, now free, found his back, dragging your nails along the contours of his muscles. Moaning into your kiss he gripped the backs of your thighs. He sat up and hooked your legs around his forearms changing the angle.
With increased vigor he fucked you, hitting a spot inside of you that had your mind reeling. He held your legs to him as he continued his rhythm and circled your clit with his fingers. You moaned his name over and over like a prayer as you felt that tell tale knot coiling inside of you. It released and you came, convulsing with the waves of your orgasm. Tenoch slowed down to kiss you as you came down from your high.
"Turn over, mi amor," Tenoch whispered as he gripped your hips. With his help you found yourself chest first into the bed. His big hands caressed your ass cheeks before he lined himself up and plunged his cock back into your glistening pussy.
His thrusts were relentless as he gripped your hips and moaned words of praise. You were lost in the pleasure of it, rubbing your clit as he rutted into you. You hit another peak just as Tenoch's hips stuttered and he groaned with his release.
The actor collapsed next to you. You looked over at him and you both smiled satiated smiles. You could tell he was barely staying awake like you, but he still got up and brought a clean wet cloth to clean up the evidence of your love making. He was gentle and continued to whisper words of praise and adoration as he helped you get dressed and tucked you in.
You were barely conscious as he blew out all the candles and then climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you to him, kissed your temple, and you both fell asleep.
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ALRIGHT YALL I NEED REVIEWS AND COMMENTS.
I was on a roll and I literally clocked out of work but stayed in my office for an extra hour to finish this. No, proof reading right now because I need to drive home so forgive me.
You're welcome
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Cowboy! Namor/Tenoch AU prompts! 🤠 Got some help brainstorming on these with @okay-hotshot so I can’t take all the credit! I watched Forever Purge again and inspiration hit very hard, so these are very long. Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas, I’d love to read it! 💜
1. Tenoch, An incredibly chivalrous cowboy, goes around saving women, demanding only kisses as his reward. Of course, you find this suspicious. One day you’re horse riding when your horse stumbles and almost falls off a small cliff or hill. Tenoch saves you by lasso’ing you in, preventing you from falling and hurting yourself or worse. He uses the rope to pull you towards him. “I rescued you fair and square. Give me my bounty, sweetheart,” and it’s him asking for a kiss. But you won’t give him what he wants so easily.
2. You’re a farmer’s daughter so you tend to the livestock: The cows, chickens, horses, etc. Tenoch comes across your little shack of a home when he’s passing through town. He asks if you could spare a dipper of water from the well. You fetch it for him and can’t help but admire how handsome he is sitting upon his horse, while he’s too busy drinking to notice your staring. You ask if he’d like more but he says “No, thank you.” He gives you a beautiful neck ribbon as thanks before going on his way. You cross paths again when his horse loses its shoe. He’s holding his horse by the reins and walking by when he asks if there’s a farrier or blacksmith nearby. You give directions. He tells you his horse’s name and lets you pet the gentle beast. He asks you again for some water for the journey. You give it to him, letting him fill his canteen. Again he thanks you, this time giving you a bag of fresh sweet potatoes before going on his way.
This goes on and on. With each visit, the things you trade become more of value. Candles in exchange for a blanket, shoes in exchange for a coat, a cow in exchange for a horse, etc. Until you tell him you don’t have anything else to trade. You’re afraid this means he’ll stop coming around. He pretends to think. “Hmmm. Well. That puts us in quite a pickle. You see, I have this beautiful diamond ring. It’s real nice, not just a piece of glass. But if you got no more items to trade, then how about I take you instead - If you’ll have me? You see, I got this nice house out west. But it’s rather big for just me. It has some empty rooms that could be filled. I was thinking with the sounds of a wife. And children, if we’re so blessed.”
3. Ever After inspired: You’re working your family’s farm since your father died. Your father’s horse is the most precious animal of all the ones you care for. He’s fast, strong, thoroughbred, and he was your father’s so there’s sentimental value. One day Cowboy!/Outlaw! Tenoch sneaks onto your farm and tries to steal your father’s horse. You were picking apples, but upon hearing the commotion you run out and throw them at him, which knock him off the horse. You don’t relent and keep throwing apples at him, all while yelling and accusing him of being a thief, despite his pleads that his horse went lame, he had no choice and he only planned on borrowing it. When he stands back up and faces you, you immediately drop to your knees in fear upon seeing his face and realizing this is the cowboy/outlaw with a reputation that precedes him. You’ve heard stories about this man, what he’s been accused of committing. You ask for forgiveness and to be spared since you know now you must die for your insolence. But he’s just like, “Uhhhh. Speak of this to no one and I’ll be lenient. Just this one time.” And he gets back on your father’s horse. He takes out a bag of coins and gives it to you ‘for your silence’ and rides off. But that won’t be the last you see of him. He’ll be back to return the horse.
4. Reader is like Annie Oakley, experienced from a young age in trapping, shooting and hunting. She soon earns a reputation as the best sharpshooter in the region but men underestimate and doubt her constantly because she’s a woman and rather young. Tenoch is an experienced marksman who’s been traveling, not really staying in one place too long - sort of a drifter. You meet him at a shooting contest while he’s in town, which you win. You don’t like Tenoch because he made some comments about your shooting while begrudgingly giving you the money you won in the bet. He doesn’t acknowledge your skill and talents due to your gender and the fact you’re much younger than him.
Until you say, “Well, how about another bet? This time all or nothing. I’ll just use you as target practice since you find my shooting skills so appalling. If I hit the mark, I get to keep your money. If I miss, you get it all back. Unless you’re chicken?”. His pride makes him take your bet, fully confident he’ll win this time. Until you shoot out a cigar from his hand at a distance of 30 paces. This is the start of your journey from rivals to lovers. If someone had told you this man would be your husband, you’d tell them they were crazier than a run-over coon. But love works in strange ways.
5. Prince of Egypt inspired: You and Tenoch meet under different, much weirder circumstances than usual love stories. You both get off on the wrong foot. Some of the children say there’s a man who fell in the well and you don’t believe them until you hear his voice. So you help pull him out and when you see him, you just push him back in like, “Oh. It’s you.”
The children are like, “Miss, this is why you’re never getting married.”
6. There’s a big dust storm/dust bowl and reader meets cowboy Tenoch when she saves him and brings him to shelter or vice versa. They’re total strangers but one of them can’t just leave the other out there to possibly die. Dust storms can last a long time so they may be cooped up inside for a while. Time to get to know each other. And there’s only one bed. As you endure and survive this terrible event together, it’s like you’re the only two people in the world. In this perpetual drought, you’re daydreaming and thinking of running out in the middle of the night to meet cowboy Tenoch and kiss him just as it starts raining.
7. In a small farming community at the height of the dust bowl, a preacher makes a deal with an ancient entity that can control the weather. But there is a terrible cost.
8. Years after the disappearance of the world's most famous western outlaw, you're approached by a middle aged man with a beard who offers you a job to help start a train robbery. When you find out he is the famous outlaw, you, wanting fame, decide to become his apprentice. Years of stone cold killing, robbery, and riding across the dust bowls have turned you into the gritty hardened outlaw you are today. However, you come across something that changes everything.
9. Tenoch, A lone cowboy, is dying when he stumbles upon a ghost town. He decides to camp there for the night. Unfortunately, there's a reason the town's abandoned. He’s approached by two people. Both are working together to save the world from something. Offering the mortal a chance at a new life and redemption, they become a pair of pistols, A worn and rusted one named justice, and a beautiful one named Vengeance.
10. I smelled smoke. I heard a symphony. I felt a dust storm against my face, I tasted a very sour lemon in my mouth. But all I saw was the white wall in my living room. All I heard was the tapping of my typewriter. I haven't left my house in months, but some part of me is on an epic adventure. ‘"Are you flirting or trying to start a fight?" The Outlaw asked The Marshal.’ is the most recent line of my manuscript. It’s late, so I’ll leave it for tonight. The next morning, the main characters of the Outlaw and the Marshal have leapt from the page and are now standing in my home - flesh and blood like any other humans. I look outside for the first time in weeks and the world has become the Wild West. Oh no. My new novel is coming to life, in more ways than one.
11. Folklore/Mythology AU: It’s the 1930’s, and you work on your family’s farm. Your elder brothers have left home to find work to support the family, but you haven’t heard from them lately. You’re unknowing that a major dust bowl is coming to annihilate all of your crops. Suddenly, a mysterious man comes up to your front porch, and warns you of what's about to happen. He can save you, bring you rain or water, but you must prove yourself worthy and sacrifice in return for his salvation.
12. You and your family are trapped in vour house during a vicious dust storm and you're fairly certain there's something else lurking out there amidst the churning grey sand. Something old and powerful. Or someone. Amidst the chaotic dust storm ravaging the Earth, you rush to save your sister - but as you reach for her, she's pulled into a vortex. You have to follow her, so you emerge with her, leaving behind your parents and finding yourselves in a world far unlike the normal. Its whispered name resounds... Talokan.
13. One day some strange spores were discovered in the soil after a particularly bad dust storm. These spores don't affect humans at all, but anything else starts to experience changes, changes seemingly designed specifically to cause as much damage to human civilization as possible. It’s up to you to find out who or what caused these spores to grow, before the damage becomes irreparable. You weren’t expecting your investigation to lead you to being kidnapped by blue people and held captive in a hidden underwater kingdom called Talokan. Their king has declared war on the surface world and implemented silent warfare. Humans will never know what killed them. They’ll blame anything or anyone and turn against each other in their panicked desperation for survival, but none of it will matter. But you know too much and must be kept silent. No human has been smart enough to find Talokan before. Maybe you’re more useful to Namor alive than dead.
14. You're an American outlaw in the Wild West. You've just arrived at another town, after having been chased out of the last one by bounty hunters. You hide your face, you're well-known after all. Entering the saloon, you sit down. A man quickly offers to buy you a drink. Suspicious. You nod. One drink becomes another and you ended up in bed with the stranger. In a dingy motel room, he was yours for the night. But he was gone by sunrise, before you woke up. Months later, after being taken away from your gang in a failed ambush attempt, you spend years of your life in captivity. Your gang forgets you. You find a way to escape to Mexico and return to your gang’s old hideout there. You appear but rifles are pointed to you, only one face seems familiar: The man who shared a drink with you in the saloon. His name is Tenoch and looks like he’s stepped up as leader in your absence. Did he set you up? Maybe, maybe not.
15. Tenoch is an outlaw in the 1800's and kills a man who attempted to rob him on the road. When he loots him, he finds a wedding ring, along with a note that reads, "In the event of my death, the man that kills me must become the new husband of my wife. Good luck." When most people get married, they get a whole new family of inlaws. It turns out you, on the other hand, have just married into a family of outlaws when your new husband shows up and kidnaps you.
16. Tenoch is smug like, “Looks like the bounty hunter has become the captive,” when he kidnaps you. But he’d immediately shoot his own guys if they stepped too far out of line because no one messes with you or disrespects him. That’s why he’s so scary and intimidating. His own men may not mean much to him unless it’s his right hand guy. Lots of his men could be expendable. No liabilities, no loose ends. While you’re his captive, he has to keep close watch to make sure you don’t try to escape or do anything foolish. This means instances of you, naked and in the river, with Tenoch sitting on a rock nearby.
You: Are you always this much of a gentleman with the women you meet? watching their every move and stripping them of their dignity while they try to clean themselves?
Tenoch: You are hardly a woman for breaking and entering with the intent of either arresting or killing me.
You: And you are hardly a man for holding a woman's clothes hostage.
Tenoch: The only hostage is me by being in your presence.
You: You can leave me be and free yourself from this torment if my presence vexes you this badly.
Tenoch, laughing: And deprive myself of getting under your skin? i'll take my chances, princesa.
17. Tenoch is an outlaw with a ruthless reputation. The one person he cherishes more than anything in this world, his little sister, writes a heart felt letter to him in an attempt to break through to him, forgive him for his past sins and have him come home.
18. Secret of Shadow Ranch inspired: In March of 1883, Tenoch fell in love with the sheriff’s beautiful daughter. He would bring her back souvenirs from his adventures and correspond through letters. Even though he was an outlaw and a bank robber, the sheriff’s daughter grew to love him just as deeply. Tenoch assured her that he never used his gun on anyone and stole only from rich people who didn't deserve the money- even though he reportedly robbed a train that was intended to pay miners. In September of 1883, he hid a very special treasure he was hoping to give to the sheriff’s daughter, but before he could, he was arrested by the sheriff himself. Tenoch sent the sheriff’s daughter a letter, assuring her he’d be out soon and they’d be together, not knowing it’d be his last. He was sentenced to the gallows nine days later, at noon.
After Tenoch’s death, The sheriff’s daughter stopped speaking to her father. She took her horse and rode away from home in the middle of the night, never to return. She was never seen or heard from again. It’s been decades since that day. "Sheriff, you've gotten old, frail. Tell me, where is my sweetheart?" The former sheriff looked up to see the ghost standing in the doorway of his cabin. A ghost of a man who looked a lot like the outlaw whom he sentenced to death for stealing his daughter’s heart.
19. You’re an outlaw in the mid west, but you aren't a gunslinger. Others make fun of you for always carrying knives in a land where the gun rules. Every time you get challenged to a duel, you bring knives to a gun fight, and you show them why you carry knives. Two weeks ago, the Sheriff sent a posse of 10 gunmen to take in Tenoch, a very dangerous outlaw, preferably dead. Every group sent to capture or kill him has wound up missing or eventually found dead. Today, a lone rider returns. That lone rider is you. You bring back proof of his death, so he’s definitely dead…Or is he?
20. It’s the 19th century. Reader is a former movie actress and stage performer whose horse was formerly used for stunts. You never made it big, but you look back on your acting work fondly. You’re both retired, and the spoiled horse loves you so much that it’ll be very dramatic and play dead if anyone tries to ride it except you. Your horse is also a very deep sleeper, so you’ve had concerned neighbors call you or the cops about the “dead” horse outside.
You hire cowboy! Tenoch to help work your farm because you’re running it all by yourself since you’re widowed/unmarried and childless. You need an extra hand. You were working it with your brother but he just left for whatever reason. Cue reader and cowboy! Tenoch working the land. He chops wood and manages the crops, sometimes shirtless depending on how hot it is, while reader manages the house and livestock. Reader brings him fresh lemonade when they both take a break from the day’s chores. You give him room and board in the house, letting him use your brother’s old room and clothing, whatever he left behind. But uh oh you’re catching feelings for each other, especially when Tenoch forms a bond with your horse and gets it to trust him. When you watch Tenoch ride your horse, you can’t help fanning yourself. Things are getting hot and steamy and it’s not just because of the summer heat.
21. Cowboy Tenoch with a horse that loses its shit every time reader is in the vicinity, and he doesn't know why. Until the horse finally bucks him off one day and goes running to reader. Then he realizes that the horse used to belong to reader but their family sold it. So now they ask to visit his ranch to spend time with the horse. They proceed to spend time together and fall in love.
22. Cowboy!/outlaw! Tenoch brings in a new horse but this horse is like a black sheep and is being super difficult with its temperament. It constantly bucks and thrashes, gears up on its hind legs and throws riders off its back because it doesn’t want any man to ride it. It’s this prized thoroughbred Tenoch and his guys may or may not have stolen so they can’t just get rid of it. But then the men and maybe even Tenoch are scoffing when reader wants to try taming it. “No man can tame this beast.”
“I am no man!” Eowyn moment from reader when, even after she’s expressly forbidden from going near the horse, she disobeys and gets on the horse bare back. The horse immediately whinnies and gallops away. When Tenoch hears the commotion he’s like, “ARE YOU CRAZY??” And gets on another horse to chase after her and the loose cannon horse. But then mid-ride, reader is able to tame the horse and get it to slow down and relax into a nice trot. Tenoch and his guys are flabbergasted as they stop and get off their horses. They throw their hats off and slap their knees in disbelief. “I don’t believe it! I flat out don’t believe it! How did you do that??”
“What this horse needs is a gentler approach, a woman’s touch. Guess it’s my horse now?” Reader is impressed with herself and a little smug. Checkmate to all these men.
23. The oceans have dried up. Humanity, desperate for survival, builds towers to evade the eternal dust storm below, rationing their supplies in the process. This is the start of the first century without rain. What if Talokan was a hidden oasis in the desert? People have heard of Talokan but believe it’s a myth because of how so many people have died trying to find it. They have a general sense of where it is, there have been stories of seeing shadows on the mountains that look too much like humans, but they don't move. They just stare at anything that walks by. Old stories have said the area used to flourish with plants and animals but it’s now barren. There are remnants of old dead trees decaying in the sand.
You’re a bounty hunter with a bit of a reputation and you were hired by your city to capture the so-called leader of Talokan to repay a debt. Or some big bad went missing in your city and you were tasked in bringing them back, but it was rumored they were last seen trying to find refuge in Talokan. It’s a suicide mission but this is your last mission. Without realizing it, you've gotten close enough to the Talokanil borders and you think you found them when you see a figure in the sand, but you're not entirely sure. You're about to pass out from the heat, but you'd be damned if you're this close to getting them.
Little did you know, it was the infamous K'uk'ulkan. So naturally, you shoot at him and miss, but you were so close. You're frustrated and angry at this point and now Namor is trying to figure out who the fuck and why the fuck he's being shot at by a random woman in the middle of a desert and why you're out for his blood, so he comes after you and soon it's a game of cat and mouse. He very much could kill you but he's more amused because goddamn he's never seen a woman so angry and agitated before that he finds it amusing. You pass out and when you wake up, you're bound and he's watching you. It's just a stare-down between the two of you until he throws you over his shoulder and you're either cursing him the entire time or just resigned and decide to annoy him because you know he's not gonna let you go.
24. For centuries, Namor has been testing humans to see who’s worthy to know the secrets of Talokan. The test involves humans going out into the desert alone, with only the clothes on their backs and one item of their choosing. No water, no food. They must endure for three days. If they try to get help from others or turn back before the trial ends, they fail. If they can't resist and give in to any temptation, they fail. Nobody has passed the test except for you and Namor doesn’t know how to deal with it. This has never happened before.
Maybe he doesn’t have powers but there’s still myths and legends that he can fly or that he’s an old being. It’s just folklore. No one who has tried to capture the King has survived but before you eventually fall in love and elope with him, there are urban legends that you’re the only one who ever got close enough to catch him. When you elope with him, people think you disappeared or were killed by him but there are people who say they’ve spotted him riding a horse with a woman behind him. No one really knows what happened to you. They think it could be you or your ghost.
#namor x reader#tenoch huerta x reader#tenoch huerta mejia x reader#tenoch huerta fanfic#fic prompts#fic ideas#random prompts#cowboy au#cowboy AU prompts#pls tag me if you write any of these#i’d love to read it#I got some of these from Reddit so I can’t take all the credit
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Update @namorslutfanfiction
(gonna do my little updates on my main blog because of the shadowban)
I wrote three today.
Angst/Fluff Namor
Tenoch Smut
Fluff/Smut Rafa
Masterlist on my page has been updated.
All stories will be crossposted on AO3 momentarily
Thank you all,
Namorslutfanfiction/Theatreslave
Also its technically already my BDay so happy birthday to me.
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m’baku, under his breath: future husband says what
namor: what?
m’baku: [screeches internally]
#m’baku was down bad for him#he was literally reading fanfics of him#up in the mountains#black panther#black panther 2#black panther wakanda forever#m’baku#winston duke#jabari#wakanda#namor#tenoch huerta#tenoch#kukulkan#talokan#black panther incorrect quotes#incorrect black panther quotes#black panther imagines
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⸺ alta mar
r. Namor x Mutant!Reader
wc. 4.2k
d i s c l a i m e r. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of human trafficking. Mentions of physical and mental abuse. Death. Mutant Powers. Pining. Third Person POV.
n o t e. highly recommend listening to The Lighthouse - Halsey, big inspo for Reader.
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⸺ gif credit [here]
The sea is quiet tonight.
Too quiet for his taste, in fact. The wandering fishes seemed to be hiding in the dark, afraid to be seen, to make too much noise. The life in Talocan went on as usual, the people relishing in the comfort the well-earned peace brought. Yet, there was an uneasiness in his heart, a warning that something was happening close to his home.
Namor had the practice of roaming the ocean, he made it part of his routine to explore and help wherever he could, to make the underwater life as better as it could be. After hundreds of years on this planet, he felt a connection to the ocean as that of a limb, a part of him he prayed never to lose. So, as any other night, he made his rounds in the deserted land. This time, paying close attention to everything in sight. It didn’t take long for him to find the source of his worry.
A foreign cargo ship stood on the motionless tide. The engines off, the place deserted. As his head came out of the water, he noticed the lack of breeze. It was as if time had frozen. He would almost think there was no life inside, an abandoned boat in the middle of nowhere, had it not been for warmth still present in the walls from the force of the movement, and the frantic heartbeats that echoed inside. For a moment, he simply stood there, floating in the salty water. It was not for him to meddle in the affairs of the surface, and he didn’t particularly care for them, as long as they didn’t affect his people.
The quietness, however, ended as abruptly as it had started. In a fraction of a second, the winds picked up with herculean strength. The ship rocked violently as the water shook furiously around it, giant waves started to form. He started in awe, quickly moving away from the chaos, flying to safety away from the grasps of the ocean. It was not missed how the commotion centered in one place, an invisible line separating the ring from the rest of the ocean. He couldn’t pinpoint where the culprit was, except that they were inside the wrecking ship.
The screams filled the air, along with the metallic scent of blood. As if the hands of the goddess herself emerged from the depths of the ocean, the waves ripped the vessel in two as a dozen armed men fell into the water, dragged down without a chance to ever come out for breath again. Another dozen or so of chained women and children fell into the water, their lifeless bodies floating in the storm and in the middle of the commotion, a single body stood out to him.
Her turquoise eyes glowed like gems in the dark of the night, the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. Deadly glimmer. Her own body fell and as she struggled with what he thought were certainly her survival instincts kicking in, a grin adorned her face. He could hear the loud pumping of her heart, almost reaching its limit. She didn’t have long to live, and the blood pouring out of her mouth was proof of it. With the last of her strength, she made sure every man in uniform was engulfed in darkness, before her piercing eyes shut the light he was so desperate to catch.
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Darkness and the whooshing sound of the wind was all her senses could pick up. As if waking up from a deep sleep, her limbs numb and too weak to even try to move, little by little her consciousness started to awaken. The burn in her eyes and the dryness of her mouth tells that she wasn't as dead as expected. The woman could feel the blood pumping through her veins, the beating of her heart accelerating with every shallow breath she took and as she finally managed to open her eyes, the panic started to take over.
Unable to move, she could still feel everything: the cold stone surface she was lying on, the soft cloth covering her, the dull ache from the previous beatings she had taken not long ago. A pair of hands came to her aid, as her mind was starting to drift into hysteria, they covered her shoulders and softly spoke in a calming voice. The words weren’t something she could decipher, as it was a language unknown, but soon she found herself mimicking the unknown woman’s breathing, her smile a soft approval. What she assumed was medicine was poured down her throat and for a moment she allowed herself to relax, tears of relief rolling down her cheeks.
It was impossible to tell how much time passed, there were zero changes that could give away the time of day, let alone the passage of it. The only constant was the caretaker, she didn’t know her name and after several failed attempts to communicate, she decided she didn’t really need to know. Several days could have passed, a routine now formed: wake up, drink the medicine, eat whatever she could. Her wounds healed faster than ever before, the constant pain now a faint memory. Everyday they would wash her, clean the scratches left on her body and dress her up. After that, they would help her up and start “exercising”.
The movement of her limbs didn’t come as easily as one would expect. This is what she imagined rehabilitation would look like. It was strange. On one hand, she felt better than ever. The bruises on her body were fading, her skin softer, she didn’t throw up everything that was fed to her anymore either. On the other hand, her body felt foreign, like an infant learning the basic functions, she stumbled and fell in the arms of the women surrounding her. Celebrating each little victory, picking up new words and expressions to get through the day and feeling a pair of watching eyes monitoring her every movement.
After the relief settled and she reluctantly accepted perhaps these people won’t hurt her, the questions started to pile up. She knew she should be dead. She had made peace with it. As she made sure all the bastard’s had their lungs filled with salty water, she decided to join them in hell. Anything better than being stuck in that tin cage and being used as a circus trick. So then, how did she end up here? And where (and what) exactly is here? What if she was actually dead? What if this was just some sick dream before she started to burn for her sins or something like that? What if this was like her personal purgatory? What if they were feeding her so they could sacrifice her to some weird god in a volcano?
Needless to say, most of her questions remained unanswered for some time. Apparently, this place was called Talocal and, at least for now, they would not turn her to their god. K'uk'ulkan. No volcano for now. She was introduced to some women who spoke English, and as her recovery progressed, her understanding of her surroundings also improved. Soon enough, she was walking on her own, the long desired sense of independence little by little took root in her, feeling safe perhaps for the first time in her life.
There was one thing she desperately wanted to ask, what everyone seemed to intentionally avoid: how did she end up here? They filled her days with stories about their god, the old legends and the bedtime stories that embodied pieces of their knowledge. They also taught her how to tell time in there, and informed she had been in Talocan for two weeks now, half of it was her deep in slumber, while the worst of her injuries had still not passed.
It was easy to notice how they never truly left her by herself. Even if they allowed her to explore some rooms and ask some questions, it was very clear there were lines drawn. That, and the constant feeling of being watched. She couldn’t quite pinpoint where exactly it was coming from, but she knew there was someone, not human, watching every step she made. It took another week for her to get the answers she was looking for.
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The day started ordinary, as any other. Her wounds had long been healed, and her condition far improved, so the women around her felt more like babysitters than caretakers now. As part of her new found routine, she sat by the little pond that connected the cave to the ocean. She had been warned not to dive in, for her body couldn’t withstand the pressure. By now, three weeks had passed since she arrived, and as grateful as she was for their attentions, it was still unclear why exactly they were giving them to her. Frankly, she was starting to feel like an animal in a cage, a feeling she was well accustomed with and to which she refused to go back.
In one of those rare moments where the women’s attention wasn't on her, she decided it was time to test what’s the worst that could happen. She knew someone was watching, but it wasn’t those she could see. So, what would it do if she tried to go into the water? Will it show itself or let me die? Letting me die after going through all this trouble seems unlikely, and it’s about time I find out what exactly these people want with me. Trying to make as little fuss as possible, as if it was simply a little stretch, she took one deep breath and jumped in the water, the exalted shouts left unheard.
Swim, just swim.
It was hard to see, pitch black as it was the deeper she dived, but that feeling never left her. She knew they were there with her. Now, her body seemed okay, something she didn’t really question, as focused as she was in trying to find something, anything besides the dark that engulfed her. Just when she was starting to panic, not knowing how long it had been since she took a breath, he appeared before her. At first she didn’t see him, a mere silhouette as her eyes tried to get used to the absence of clarity, she felt his hands surrounding her. A familiar presence that, without her knowing how to explain why, brought her calm.
She wasn’t sure how, but she heard his voice, instructing her to open her mouth, let instincts take over and stop holding her breath. Before stopping to question it, she did as he said. Scientists would have a field day with her now. There was no clear explanation, but she was okay. Her lungs weren’t filling with water, her bones were not being crushed by the pressure, her eyes were adapting to the darkness as if her body was slowly adapting to this new environment and she couldn’t help but let out the bubbled laugh of ecstasy. She could swear she saw him smile, even if for just a second. It’s what she thought as he quickly pulled them back to the cave and out of the water.
He didn’t let her out of his arms for a second, calmly carried her through the corridors and into a bedroom she had yet to see before. The murmurs in the background, no doubt discussing her latest transgression, were mere noise as she observed him. He didn’t look like anyone she had ever seen before, there was a softness in his eyes as he returned her gaze that made her feel like she could stay in that position for all eternity. It almost made her smile, if she didn’t think she would look like an absolute lunatic she maybe would have. Reluctantly, he let her go once they reached the closed quarters. Signaling her to move to what she assumed would be a bathroom, she quickly changed out of her wet clothes to go back to his side.
The former naked figure was now covered too, his towering form an intimidating image. She didn’t know what to say, and he watched her as if she were an unstable animal, too much pressure and they would break. Curiosity soon won and she broke the silence.
“K'uk'ulkan?” The hesitance in her voice was not missed by him, a clear tell along with the tilt of her head.
“That’s one of my names, yes. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. I see you’re doing better.”
“My guess is that’s thanks to you? I… There’s a lot of holes in my memory. For one, I do not understand how I can possibly be here… alive… I have considered that this is just some sort of dream and I’m actually dead somewhere in the bottom of the ocean.”
She tried to pass the last part as a joke with an awkward smile, but he didn’t seem to like that.
“I will explain everything in due time. First, I need to know what you are. I saw what you did back there, those people on the ship… There wasn’t a single survivor, but you. I need to know if you’ll be a threat to my people.”
She avoided his gaze and walked around the table, setting some space between them. Her hands softly caressed the material as a sad smile adorned her face.
“You brought me here without first making sure I wasn’t dangerous? Sloppy, sloppy.”
The comment hit him like a lance through the chest, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t already heard from Namora and Attuma, but an outsider questioning his behavior made it that much worse. He didn’t sense any hostility from her, though. Her snarky comments may be a way to buy some time, it couldn’t be easy to talk about what happened. So he would take it, the comments, the attitude… Hell, she could hit him if she wanted, he would take anything she was willing to give him.
“They said something about a mutation in my blood. I never met my parents, so I don’t know where it came from or why it started, I just know it happened at a very young age.”
As she started to explain, the tension in her body worsened. He wanted to calm her down, he wished she would make another comment to annoy him, anything but the pained expression. If he was truly honest, he wanted to see her eyes glow once more, he wanted to see her smile full of life, just for him.
“The… The boat… We were being transported to a new facility. They didn’t say where, but I assume it was the same as the others, some underground establishment where they sold the precious goods”
Waving at her body, a sigh left her. Namor clenched his teeth, for a moment he wished they’d survived so he could kill them again.
“What you saw was the first time I used it like that.” She explained how in between the daily beatings, one of the electric rods came into contact with her collar, causing a malfunction that allowed her to use her powers.
“I didn’t mean to hurt the others too… but we were all dead either way…”
As the explanation progressed, he asked her what her powers entitled, and she told him it was better to see it. Her eyes glowed as the joyful shrieks coming from outside filled the place.
There was snow.
It was snowing.
In a cave.
In the caribbean.
In the middle of the ocean.
“What? You thought you were the only freak in town? I mean, maybe in this town… Hate to break your bubble, big guy.”
With his astonishment, her smile had returned, the previous tension put aside. He cleared his throat, a rebel smile forming in his face.
“Well, there are some conditions to this arrangement we have to discuss.”
“What arrangement?”
“…Me saving you.”
“I don’t remember asking you to do it, though.”
The baffled look on his face almost made her laugh, it’s not that she was ungrateful or that she was against any and all conditions he wanted to set. He helped her and she would never forget that or take it for granted, but she needed to make her point.
“Hear me out. I sincerely thank you for what you did, but I never asked for it. This is not an arrangement, you made a decision on your own and now have to face the consequences. I didn’t make any deal with you.”
The annoyance was clear on his face, and the more she spoke the more that turned into silent rage.
“So would you rather I leave you there to die?”
“I didn’t say that. I just want you to acknowledge it was you who decided that, not me. You cannot forever treat me as someone who is indebted to you, when I didn’t ask for anything. I am not one of your subjects out there, I don’t know anything about you, so why should I follow along with whatever you ask?”
Her attitude was absurd to him, and he truly hated to admit she may have a point. It had been centuries since someone challenged him like this. Even Namora, as doubtful as she could be at times, always followed his commands. It was sort of… refreshing… and infuriatingly annoying.
“I don’t see how you have much of a choice now that you’re here. I cannot let you leave as you please.”
“I didn’t say that either.”
“So what exactly are you saying?”
He was exasperated and she was having fun, he could see the glint in her eyes and the way she bit her lower lip trying so hard not to smile. For a second he wondered how her soul survived all the pain she undoubtedly suffered. Her humor was wickedly clever and had a hint of innocence that gave him comfort. He couldn’t help but thank whatever it was that kept her alive, and not the empty shell of a broken woman.
“I would like you to start by explaining to me what happened, why you brought me here and what exactly it is you’re expecting from me.”
He couldn’t admit the instant attraction he felt for her. He couldn’t say that, that night it felt as if a voice was calling for him and it guided him right to her. He couldn’t tell her he wanted her since the moment his eyes laid on her. And he most certainly couldn’t tell her how desperate he was for her to stay here with him, forever. So, he stuck with the facts, she was the only survivor of a tragedy, there was no one else he could have saved had he wanted to (which he didn’t).
He felt intrigued by her strength and the resolve she showed in what could have been her last moments. Due to the gravity of her wounds and the grave blood loss, she was given a transfusion of his blood, which proved to be effective in healing her and that would explain how she didn’t die from going into the ocean without any protection.
“Now, there is one condition to me saving your life…”
“Mmm, here it comes.”
His glare met her smile as she blinked feigning innocence.
“… You must reside here. Without my direct permission, you cannot leave Talocan.”
A minute of silence turned into two, and the longer it passed, the stiffness of his body worsened. He expected her to fight, she knew nothing about him or his world, she wouldn’t care about it, she could leave, but he couldn’t let her, he couldn’t risk it, but what if…
“Okay.”
The short response took him by surprise and stopped his spiraling thoughts.
“Okay?”
“Sure.”
He didn’t understand and the mistrust showed on his face, almost making her laugh. She shrugged her shoulders as she looked for the best words to explain it.
“I’ve been a prisoner my entire life. My first memory is of me being asked to twirl the water in a glass, and then being hit with its shards after I accidentally broke said glass…”
He flinched at the story and she smiled, knowing he empathized with her, felt somewhat warm.
“…So it’s fair to say, my memories of the surface are far from pleasant. If anything, they can be quite triggering. In addition to that, I was ready to die.” She pauses so he understands she means every word and his jaw clenches at her resolve. “I never expected to live any other life than the one I was living, because every day I prayed it would all end and I could finally get some rest. So this…” She waves at their surroundings “…was never a possibility I considered.”
“Still, you could wish for your freedom… Travel to different places…”
“But I can still do that, can I? You never said I could never leave, you said I needed your permission and, as it turns out, I can be very convincing” The wink she gave him almost made him cave in, but he still couldn’t bring himself to trust she would stay. It couldn’t be that easy.
“You’ll just be a prisoner here. A different type of prison, but it can come to trap you too and you’ll hate it. You’ll hate me for it.”
That made her pause, he sounded almost… afraid? She understood the mistrust, but fear of being hated was unexpected.
“Then say, will you imprison me? Decorate my body with pretty purple bruises and chain me in a room until you decide you wanna be entertained by the freak?”
“Of course not!” His answer came as a roar, the floor beneath them shaking
“There’s your answer.” She took a breath and stared directly into his eyes. “What I’m saying is, I’m deciding to trust you. So you should try and trust me a little bit too. I don’t think you will ever betray me, for the simple fact that you know I can destroy this entire place, even if I have to die in the process, and you will never risk your subjects like that. So, we can work together. Deal?”
She extended her hand to him, his eyes never leaving her, his piercing gaze examining her. After what felt like an eternity, the awkward silence filling the space, he took her hand in his and shook her, starting their new life together.
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As he established his conditions, so did she. She would need a teacher and a guide, they already confirmed she wouldn’t die from the pressure or lack of oxygen, so she wanted to fully explore his kingdom. She also wanted to learn the language, so she would need someone to teach her. She also wanted to be given a job. Preferably something that helped her learn more about their system and the way they lived. Lastly, she wanted to explore the outside world at least once a month, for a full day, but this could start once he started trusting her a bit more. Namor was pleasantly surprised at her demands, a chuckle leaving him as she listed them.
It was surprisingly easy for them to fall into a routine. Namor wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, so of course he became her companion. He taught her everything there was to know about the way they lived, their customs and traditions, the love and respect they had for their home and for each other. Little by little, they became essential parts in each other’s lives, even if they refused to admit it. Unfortunately, the nightmares that were once kept at bay by the medicine, quickly came back when she least expected it.
The first one came like a storm, wrecking the delicate sense of peace she had come to feel during the past weeks. The engulfing darkness gave her an added loneliness, her body shaking in anguish as her sobs echoed through the walls. The tortuous tossing and turning made her fall, the hit not strong enough to wake her terror. The cloth covering her body now entangled with her limbs, a different form of restraint. Her broken cries, similar to a wounded animal, soon awoke Namor, who ran to her side.
He quickly took her in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, trying to calm her down even when she resisted and fought. The bindings of her legs were undone, her hair moved aside, her burning forehead wet as drops of water rolled down her body. Unsuccessful in his efforts to calm her, he picked her up and swiftly moved outside and into the water, just enough for it to cover her legs, he sat by the entrance and held her, reassuring her she was safe, he got her now, nothing would happen to her here. After what felt like hours, her breathing slowed down, her eyes focused on him as the sobs faded into soft hiccups.
His relief smile blinded her and for a moment, she couldn’t say a word, as he wiped the tears from her snot filled face.
“You’re back?” A soft hmm was all the response he received. He didn’t let go of her, they could’ve stayed there for hours, eventually she drifted back to sleep, at peace in the arms that were holding her.
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Waves of Love
pairing: Namor x reader
concept: When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
word count: 1k
warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor, In k'áatech = I love you; Meent' uts= please; In yakunaj= my love nikté =flower, Itzia: = princess,
a/n: You have no idea how much I love Namor and what he is representing for my people. This is for my Latinos/Latinas amores
beta read but all mistakes are mine: @mrsmischief209
gif and moodboard made by me
line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern
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Let your love warm me up while you are here
There is peace in the blue sky, the sand, and the endless ocean.
Lost loves have moved on without you, leaving you with nothing but sand beneath your feet and a sense of being abandoned on this land. The waves wash up and down on your toes, telling you that the lost souls in this world are dead.
This beach, however, is special to you because it is the only place where you can breathe and where the ocean caresses your body.
Thanks to him.
Ku'ku'lkán
As you called him on the shell, you got a sense of new, refreshing outlook on life.
I will do everything in my power to bring you out of the shadows in this collapsing world
You will discover a deeper understanding of yourself and life if you give the waves a chance to speak to you.
Namor.
Yo daré mi vida entera para el.
From the waves you see him emerge, and here you are giving him a chance and filling your heart with love. While you close your eyes, the sunlight warms your face. As he emerges from the sea, you can hear the wind whispering his song.
He sees you standing there and sees the dress around you, thinking of how it won't be allowed in his ocean. A smirk spreads across his face as he walks toward the shore with the sun shining on his golden spear.
There will be no one dearer to him than you and his only love. Weeping tears of loss and loneliness at the sight of the night. He promised you, when you shared your fears with him, there would be no fears allowed, as the ocean is feared, but you would become his queen, so you will be feared by all.
Use the power as a weapon to heal everything.
There is no good to be found on the surface because of the history of greedy destruction, of love sacrificed for power, and of conquest. You give him hope for the future with your bright eyes and beautiful spirit.
The soft breezes of another world lullaby to you as you stop, sit still, and listen.. You are in his dreams, and you wave at him as sweet dreams fill your heart.
His brown eyes stared at you and let the sun burn away the fear, melting into a wave of pleasure for him. He kisses the hand of the most precious thing in his life when he lifts it to his lips.
You.
Your bare toes touch the deep of the ocean as he pulls you toward the water.
A laugh escapes you, "Namor."
His eyes danced as he teased, "I got you, Itzia."
"I-" You are trying to argue, but Namor is leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, silencing you.
Because of this, my love, you are the brightest
During the kiss as your eyes fell shut, you didn't even realize he rips your dress floating somewhere in the water, his arms around your waist, and your legs around his waist.
"My pretty Nikté." Namor murmured with a soft grin, his thumb stroking down your damp cheek. You smiled against his palm.
"How did I get so lucky to have you, In yakunaj?" he murmured in clear amusement and kissed your forehead.
His fingertips ran down your body, leaving a gentle cooling effect. Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found yourself underwater. Then, while underwater, he smirks and kisses you again.
When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.
He holds your wrist against the sand tracing the bracelet he gave when he took you to his kingdom. He smirks as his hands trace down your bare legs, "Who is your amor”.
"Namor," staring up at him with an intrigued expression on your face. "Meent' uts, more"
Two of Namor's fingers slide inside your pussy, gently stroking you.The other hand traces against your stomach reverently. Gliding slowly up to your breast to caress the heated flesh.His face lights up at the sound of your pleasurable moans.
"Fuck!" you scream at the strong orgasm creeping up your body. When the heat and water cover your skin, your hands curl at your sides, begging silently for more as you try to hold on to the sand.
You may lose sand from your hands in this world, but He is not slipping away from you. A man who loves and fights for his people is Namor.
As soon as he removed his hands from your hip, he began lightly brushing his fingertips along the skin where his lips had been before. His love for your moans grows as he watches them evaporate into the fire. He may enjoy burning down the world for you, but he loves burning your body for him.
You wanted to be around someone like him, who had a primal look in his eyes.
Your eyes shine brighter than fire and reflect broken glass. You will open your eyes to love if you let me.
He presses soft kisses on your neck as he strokes his fingers around your inside. Bringing you the push and pull in the way of a tsunami as if he commands the water to his will.
In k'áatech
Water flowing as the love dousing the fire leaving just the love that flows between both hearts no more the physical body but the emotional
I'd like to go with you.
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premise: being in an arranged marriage was complicated enough, but catching feelings for your betrothed? now that was just ridiculous.
pairing: royal!namor x (f)reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: reader comes from royalty as well, therefore this is an au, arranged marriage, light angst as well as very light fluff, mutual pining, alcohol mention.
note: shoutout to @rae-gar-targaryen for sending in this little mistletoe request!! i may or may not write for these two again since i think their relationship would be hella angsty and interesting. but ya girl already has too many wips so lmaooo who knows.
You have lost track of how many minutes—possibly hours—have ticked by since you departed from the lavish holiday party your parents had thrown in honor of your new engagement. The clinks of glasses, orchestrated music, and laughter hitting nerve endings you didn’t think were possible to reach in such a manner that would cause you to bolt down the halls of your childhood mansion.
You had loved parties growing up. Had adored being the center of the ball room's attention. But sometimes you think you had no choice but to adore and love the two. After all, you were your parents' only child. Only heir. Their pride and joy to the point of suffocation.
If the circumstances were different would you be out enjoying yourself? Taking part in the festivities like everyone else? Eating your weight in macaroons and dancing.
Perhaps if you were given a choice in any of this you would be.
Wouldn’t find yourself with a death grip on your third glass of champagne and pacing in your fathers library.
If you had gotten a say in who you were to marry—or given the choice of at least picking someone less…cold, intimidating. Maybe then you’d be just as happy as everyone else at this god forsaking party.
Namor—or K’uk’ulkan, he had emphasized you call him, insisting on it by your tenth meeting. “We are to be married” he had said, giving you a gentle expression that showed neither disappointment or joy in the fact. But still made you feel woozy all the same.
He wasn’t a bad man. Reserved. Cruel to some. Cold to most.
Your first meeting had done little to dampen down your anxiety over the whole arrangement. He hadn’t shown disinterest, or anger. In fact you could barely read his expression at all. The only show of emotion was in the tick of his jaw, the slight crease in his forehead when you spoke about yourself—whether it was from surprise of the many facts you were forced to spew out, sounding almost robotic—or if he just didn’t care. You didn’t know.
But a week later when the two of you had met outside of your home and went on, what could be considered, your first date: he had acted differently.
“Now that your puppeteer strings have been severed,” his tone filled with amusement. “Tell me your actual hobbies. What you like to do, not what you’ve been taught to like.”
You couldn’t help the small smile that had spread across your mouth. You should have felt insulted or scolded him on the insinuation on your parents behalf. But you were not that far up their asses, and as much as it had seemed face-value to people who were only spectators, your parents had left you to your own devices years ago. Your life was your own.
Until this.
Until being their only child came in handy for a business deal.
And when you had shared your love for the opera, classic books, writing poetry, finding yourself lost in your own joy of talking about the things you actually loved: that’s when you saw real emotion on his face. When you say a glint of something in his eyes. A cough in his hand covering up the traces of a smile.
A smile that made him look even more regal and beautiful, if that were possible.
It didn’t take the two of you long to warm up. For you to see that smile un-hidden, to learn more of his homeland and people.
That should have eased your nerves and mind on this marriage arrangement. Should have made you happy to know that you weren’t really marrying the coldest-man-alive like you had thought that first day.
K’uk’ulkan was a man with many layers, layers that you would have years to pull back. You had no choice in the matter.
But even now, after growing to like his company, to think of him as a great man—your dress already bought, venue booked, flowers picked—your nerves refused to settle. Stomach refused to let you rest, to enjoy all of this as much as the rest of your family was.
You just…couldn’t.
Not even with the beautiful golden ring on your finger. Or a lavish party. Or reassuring words from your betrothed. Or the many more glasses of champagne you could see yourself downing in the very near future as you take the last gulp of the one in your hand.
Already turning on your heels to poke your head out of the library to see if a waiter was passing—hoping, praying, for this one miracle tonight.
But your movements halt when you start for the door and the door is blocked by your betrothed himself. The breath caught in the back of your throat almost making you choke, your heart finding itself in your stomach.
“K’uk’ulkan,” you attempt at a smile. Don’t know why you feel the inclination in you to run a hand along your black gown, making sure every crease is straight—every curve accentuated. His eyes following the motion of your hands, and then trailing back up your frame to your eyes; your nerves could not catch a break tonight could they?!
“I see we both had the same idea,” his hands are in his front pockets, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly.
“You’re telling me outlandish parties are not your thing? I don’t think I would have ever guessed that.” You distract your anxious thoughts with a joke. A joke that lands and has him chuckling under his breath. A sound you’re growing to enjoy..too much.
“The celebrations we throw in Talokan are quite different. Less…flashy,” he waves a hand in front of his velvet emerald suit. A suit that fits him so well you don’t think any other man living—or dead—could wear it better.
The mention of his country makes you smile. The country that was soon to become your home. The country you had only visited a handful of times over these past eight months, but had quickly grown to love nonetheless.
“Oh gosh, yes.” You groan dramatically, “I’m counting down the hours until I can rid my feet of these death traps.” You point a manicured, stiletto adorned, foot out from beneath your dress for emphasis.
He chuckles again, “you look beautiful.” He says it so casually, so simply and with adoration that it almost knocks you on your backside. It hadn’t been the first time he had complimented you. Had said how nice you looked in something, had spent too long focusing on your face, looking in your eyes, or having things sent to your house with a note attached “Thought of you - K”—before this.
And yet your nerves still had you ready to run.
If you took a second—a single damn minute—to let yourself dive into those nerves. To stop looking at it at surface level. Coming up with excuses; you only see K’uk’ulkan and that half-smile he was currently giving you. The way it made you feel. The fondness that had grown between the two of you, that left room for more to grow—more feelings, more…other things one felt for their husband. Normal. Feelings.
What they lacked was ease. Feelings were not easy. Love was not easy. And while you had been so hung up on not marrying a stranger another fear had set in, knocked you off your feet and made you want to run from it.
Arrangements were easy.
Love wasn’t.
And that scared you more than the arrangement itself.
“I can have Namora send for-”
“No.” You blurt out. Harsh, fast, and surprising him. The expression on his face grew into something stone-like and worrisome. Making an embarrassed flush burn in your cheeks. You try to recover with a pressed smile, “sorry. Just need some air. This is all just…a lot.” Your eyes downcast to the floor.
You needed that drink. Needed to escape once again. Maybe this time outside in the gardens where no one could find you.
Where the party goers couldn’t be heard.
Where your soon to be husband couldn’t make your blood heat from his beautiful stare.
“I’m going to get another drink,” you state as you try to push past him in the doorway—try to ignore the heat you feel from his body as your body brushes against his.
But then he’s stopping you again.
His fingers curling around your bicep, your side now pressed to his chest. The fabric of his suit making your body feel close to sweating. The heat from everything bound to crack, break, tear at something that would have you perspire through the silk of your dress, leaving your knees even more wobbly.
You don’t try and free yourself though. Don’t even attempt at disingaging the situation, removing his searing palm from your bare arm. Because it’s the first time he’s touched you. Really touched you.
It was laughable.
The first touch from your soon to be husband happening in what seems to be—when you finally look up at him—in frustration, if the lowering of his brows is anything to go by. His dark eyes become so onyx you’re almost frightened of what they are holding back, what he’s holding back from the already tight grip he has on you.
“Stay.”
The words are simple and not at all what you expect from him.
“Why?”
He doesn’t say anything for a beat. The silence growing so deafening you feel yourself tremble when his thumb presses into your skin and starts a light back and forth motion—soft, soothing. “You know why,” and you think—know—those three words alone hold more meaning than any others could. In this situation. With this man; a chunk of ice melted somewhere deep in his chest. For you. From you.
Your lips shake when you part them to say something, what you don’t know. Anything. Everything. Whatever you have to make this moment drag on for centuries. To keep his hand on your body. To finally let yourself breathe for him, because of him.
But then an “ooh” is breaking the spell.
Both of your attentions turn to see two older women in the hall grinning widely at the two of you. Feeble fingers pointed to the ceiling, your brows coming together in confusion until your eyes follow theirs and you see it. Your heart no longer hammering in the pits of your abdomen, but leaving your body all together you’re convinced.
Mistletoe.
The look of worry fades quickly from your face when you see the amused heat that’s on K’uk’ulkan’s.
And while you’re still spiraling from his first touch, you feel completely floored by his next. With the hand at your bicep keeping you glued to him, his other cups your cheek. The pad of his thumb pressed just below your bottom lip. His eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes, your brain going cloudy—legs barely keeping you stationary.
“May I kiss my wife?” There’s a ghost of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
A puff of air filled with something saccharine, heedy, and something on the cusps of insanity that makes your body turn into a forest fire—leaves you before you’re giving a slow nod and murmuring “yes.”
And when he leans in, excruciatingly slow. When his lips press to yours; full, warm, soft, breathtaking in the way they move against yours. Like he was made to kiss; to kiss you.
You know you’re absolutely screwed.
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