A/N: Hiii this is my first request from a prompt list that I had up on my blog. Enjoooyyy...
 Request: âprompt.18  What did I say?â âYou told me to behave.â âWhat did you do?â âThe exact opposite.â For EZ w/ bratty reader plz
Listen to me.
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Ezekiel âEZâ Reyes!ReaderÂ
Warnings: Light smut. Edging, Choking
  The relationship you and Ezekiel had was not complicated. You were friends that fucked once in a while, simple as that. However, Ezekiel had a jealousy streak in him whenever you gave attention to someone else. Sometimes,  you did it on purpose to rile him up. Other times, you just liked to flirt with random guys not caring if he got jealous or not. Tonight you were doing it with a purpose in mind.
   The Galindo Cartel had stopped by the clubhouse for a visit and thatâs when you spotted the man of the night to entertain you, Nestor Octeava. The two of you were currently having a drink, laughing and shamelessly flirting with each other. Ezekiel's eyes were on the two of you as he maned the bar. Frustrated, he pulled his phone out of pocket and sent you a text.
-What are you doing?
  You felt your phone buzz and stopped your conversation with Nestor.
-Talking :)
-I know what you're trying to do so stop
-I donât know what your talking aboooout
 You smirked and locked your phone and continued talking to Nestor.
-Behave
 Your phone lit up with the message from Ez.
-No
 You sent the quick reply. With that you put your phone on do not disturb and put your phone in your pocket.
 Ezekiel let out a frustrated groan and glared at you from across the room and put his phone in his pocket. Â
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 As the night went on, he had not sent you anymore text as you continued to entertain Nestor. He even came up to ask if the two of you need another drink, without an ounce of annoyance in his voice. You knew you were in deep shit, but that made it all the better. You wanted to see how far you could drag this out.  You began touching Nestor, his hands , running your fingers over his veins, getting closer to him and whispering in his ear.
Doing everything in your power to piss him off even further. Ezekiel saw what you were doing and came over to put a stop to it .
 "Hey one of the girls need you outside." Annoyance laced his voice.
 "Can it wait⊠I'm in the middle of something." You annoyingly stared up at the Mayan.
 "No, it sounded it really important."
  You sighed of frustration and stood up saying bye to Nestor and gave him lingering a kiss on cheek. Ezekiel rolled his eyes, clearly fed up at this point. Â
 "This way" Ezekiel said walking towards the door with you following behind him with a slight grin on your face.
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 The two of you ended up in his trailer. A short and silent stare down happened, until you decide to break the silence.
"So where's the girl who needs me outside." you said with a shit eating grin.
 Ezekiel steps forward and pushes against the counter , holding your waist.
 "Cut the bullshit amor, what did I say?"
 "I donât know what you're talking about." you sang mockingly.
  He grabbed your face and making you look into his eyes.
  "What did I say?"
  You squirmed a bit in his grasp faking innocence with your eyes, "You told me to behave."
  "What did you do?" he raised his eyebrow.
You smirked, challenging him once again and said "The exact oppositeâŠ.what are you gonna do about that Ezekiel?"
 His large hand gripped your neck as the two of your lips met. His hands began roaming your body, roughly gripping your soft breasts and the going down to touch your butt. Kissing on your neck now, he began to undo the button of your jeans, pulling them down just enough to have access to your soaked core. He began rubbing your clit in slow steady motion. With his other hand he grasped your neck again.
 "Why don't you listen to me when I tell you something?" He picked up his pace on your clit.
  You let out a breathy moan, "Fuck"
  "That doesnât answer my questionâŠapologize." He deeply said in your ear, picking up speed again.
Louder moans escaped out of your mouth as, he was sending you closer to your climax.
  "Please, E, fuck I'm almost there." you panted nearing your high
  "Say it now." He gripped your neck tighter
  "Sorry.. I'm sorry I wont do it again." You moaned out.
Ezekiel suddenly stopped his movements on your clit and let you go, stepping back licking his fingers. Â
  "What the fuck you didnât let me finish. " You said catching your breath holding on to the counter behind you.
   "I know" he smirked "I have a to finish up at the bar Ill see you later" He said nonchalantly and left the trailer, leaving you behind with your pants still down.
   "Son of a bitchâŠ" Â
Summary: You are a passionate Marine Biologist who has lived in the Yucatan Peninsula for some time now. After an encountered with a fabled god more information is learned about your past. The discoveries you make continue to unravel the world around you. This is only the beginning.
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For the past couple of nights you were having the same recurring dream.
You tried and tried but you could not remember what happened before it led you to such a scene or what happened after you walked into the ocean and the water rose over your head leading you into the darkness.
You did remember, however, that before the waves took a hold of you completely you looked up to see the mighty shadow of the king that flew imposingly overhead. His features were covered in darkness but he was outlined by the moon. In his hand was his spear, glistening with power. Though you could not see his expression you could read his satisfaction as the waves claimed you as their own.
Correction, as he claimed you for himself.
K'uk'ulkan.
It was no surprise to see him in your dreams. He had easily conquered your thoughts even during the day.Â
There were those that claimed dreams held meanings. You were never one to buy into it too much given that most of your dreams normally didnât make any sense and it was logical that someone like him spent so much time in your thoughts that he could pop up in a dream or two. But you were not one to have the same dream over and over. Especially not the same exact dream, while only being able to remember the same exact things despite the fact your gut feeling told you there was a lot happening before and after the scene you could remember.
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âÂżCrees que los sueños tienen significado?â
(Do you believe dreams have meaning?)
You had been invited by a friend you had made in the village, Clara and her husband Jorge, to a fishing trip. It felt so nice to leave the bay and enjoy the open ocean while someone else was manning the boat. Together, you and Clara worked on preparing the nets you would be fishing with. They had been one of the first to approach you when you had arrived at the village and though you felt familiar to their culture thanks to your mentor sharing it with you they were the two you learned from the most.
The Maya had never disappeared despite what the history books liked to say. Their descendants were still living in their ancestral lands proudly keeping their traditions alive among the strong colonial and Spanish influence left behind. You had seen this long before you met the god their pyramid was dedicated to and you felt unbelievably fortunate to learn directly from them.
âClaro que si. Todos los sueños tienen significado, incluso los que crees que no. Mi gente cree firmemente en el hecho que los sueños son algo que tu alma puede ver venir.â She said kindly, moving from working on the net to preparing the bait that would be used. âHas tenido algo en mente por dĂas, me di cuenta. De niños, los mayores siempre nos animaban a hablar de nuestros sueños. Nos ayudaron a interpretarlos.â
(I sure do. All dreams have meaning, even the ones you think don't. My people strongly believe in the fact that dreams are something that your soul can see coming. You've had something on your mind for days, I could tell. As kids we are always encouraged by the elders to talk about our dreams. They helped us interpret them.)
You took a look at Jorge before turning to her, putting your net down and leaning your elbows on your knees. âÂżPuedes ayudarme a interpretar el mĂo?â
(Could you help me interpret mine?)
You felt nervous talking about it.
You knew she could tell.Â
Growing up without anyone meant not trusting those around you with anything you considered personal. You had never had a sibling to talk about your dreams and aspirations to. You didnât have a mother or a father to go to for comfort after a nightmare. It had taken you decades to find a friend you could fully trust and she was gone. You kept your personal life a secret from everyone, even the friends you were with now did not know much about who you truly were. You talked to everyone in the village; they knew you were a hard worker, they knew you loved the ocean, they knew you to be a respectful yet stubborn individual, they knew you to be closed off.Â
Yet they still welcomed you like Altagracia had.
Perhaps they all shared that gift of being able to look further beyond what they simply saw in front of them.
It wasnât only talking about yourself that made you nervous, it was also the subject. You had given him your word that you would not reveal his existence to anyone. Ever. He had been generous, trusting you enough to take your word as truth and allowed you once again to step into his oceans. And now you were going to speak about him in his waters. You feared betraying him especially when it wasnât your intention. Some secrets that were better off staying as secrets. You knew this.
But you were having trouble processing all of this alone.
âAgradezco su confianza en mĂ. Si me lo permite, serĂa un honor escucharlo.â
(I appreciate your trust in me. If you would allow me, I would be honored to listen.)
You trusted your instincts. Clara had never once given you a reason to doubt her.
Framing it as a dream and only a dream, you began to explain what you could remember.Â
Her hands moved purposefully as she separated the bait and prepared the hooks, eyes meeting yours to confirm that she was listening as she worked yet keeping them away to help calm your nervousness. It was not the first time that outsiders were enchanted by the ocean. The gods of her people were present, they had always been, and those who sought after them with hate in their hearts were struck down by their fury. You had not appeared to have come to their village with any of those intentions. You had come here to heal even if you had not known it at the time.
But it seemed that there was more at work here than healing.
You felt better after you were done though your hands gripped onto the net tightly. The ocean did not change around you. The sun continued to shine brightly, the ocean continued to be fairly calm and docile, the wind had not gotten any stronger in anger. You had described the king as a serpent rather than a man; detailing the colorful feathers of his headpiece to be the feathers covering the body of the winding beast that slithered through the air as if it were creating the ocean breeze itself.
Clara placed the last of the hooks in their bin and took a moment to think before facing you. There was a change in her kind eyes; the softness was still there but there was also apprehension. The serpent god was many things; a bringer of peace and founder of Chichen Itza, the one who was there at the beginning of time and put forth order when helping create all things, the one who fiercely protected those who inhabited the lands and dwelled in the depths of the ocean. His powers over creation also allowed him to destroy anything he pleased as there was nothing in the world that wouldnât submit to his might.
âEs recurrente.â You spoke to fill the silence more than anything, her dark eyes pierced your own and it pushed you to speak without meaning to. âCada nocheâŠnada cambia. ÂżDeberia estar preocupada?â
(It's recurring. Every night nothing about itâŠchanges. Should I be worried?)
(Your soul has always belonged to the ocean. You shouldn't fear it in dreams or even now. The god you are seeing is powerful. I believe this dream is a representation of you reaching a new chapter in your life. Water is the element of change and K'uk'ulkan represents your life leading you to the ocean to be made new. The sea calls to you.)
The moment she was done speaking, after speaking in her native tongue, the boat jumped, hitting a rather rough wave causing everything to be thrown around. You quickly moved to grab the hooks to distract yourself from how fast your heart was beating. You heard Clara ask her husband what had happened and he quickly replied that it was nothing but a wave and that he could see the other boats lowering their anchors. You thanked her quickly and nodded when she smiled and moved to help her husband but you could not forget the cloud of darkness over her eyes when you mentioned seeing the serpent god.
You trusted Clara but now you werenât sure if her thoughts on your dream were true or if she had spun it into a positive tale for your sake.Â
Your soul belonged to the ocean and your life was changing. That had been her interpretation. In your dream, you had felt his satisfaction in him luring you into the water. What did it mean? Why did you feel it in your bones that this was more important than just any dream?
âÂżLista para pescar?â Jorge grinned as he clapped his hands moving to help you arrange the nets. He was the most energetic man you had ever met, always smiling and joking, radiating pure eagerness no matter what he was doing. âEs diferente a lo que estĂĄs acostumbrada. ÂżEstĂĄs segura de que estĂĄs lista?â
(Ready to fish? Itâs different from what youâre used to. Are you sure youâre ready?)
âÂżLista? Estuve lista toda la mañana!â You grinned, focusing on the task at hand and leaving your dream omens for another time.
(Ready? Iâve been ready all morning!)
âÂĄEntonces vamos! ÂĄTu primera lecciĂłn de pesca como lo hace mi gente!â
(Then letâs go! Your first lesson on fishing, how my people do it!)
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You couldnât sleep.
Despite the long day out at sea fishing among the villagers, suffering the glare of the sun and feeling the exhaustion after a long day of work, the comfort of your bed offered no help to silence your thoughts.
The bottom of your dress brushed atop the sand as you wandered forward. You had been walking for quite some time. It didnât worry you that it was after midnight and that you were walking along a new path away from the bay because above the treetops proudly stood a pyramid that would always serve as a beacon home.
Home.
You still werenât used to that word. You donât think youâve said it out loud in a really long time despite feeling it in your heart. It just never felt right. When would it feel right? When you followed your dream and followed an unknown and powerful god into the water? That would never happen. You would never really have a home and that was okay. Not everyone needed one. Nomads existed in every culture, across all of time, as proof that not everyone felt the same desire to lay down their roots and stay in one place forever.
Because that was your desire, right? You didnât want to stay. Or did you?
The frustration inside of you came from never allowing yourself to stay in one place for too long and now that you have you began to doubt everything. That much you knew. But then there was the unknown element of the absolutely alluring and dangerous man you had met that asked the same questions that made you run your entire life.
Answers to those questions only ever led to paths filled with pain.Â
Thatâs why you had to run.
Thatâs why you were taught to run.
Heading out from between the trees, you walked towards a new section of the beach you haven't been to before. This one was rocky. There were multiple different rock formations alongside the water and it created perfect pools for little creatures to live in. You immediately headed over to see if you could find a hermit crab or a starfish. You loved those little guys.
âI really shouldâve brought a flashlight,â You muttered as you looked around the ponds, lifting your dress so it wouldnât get too wet. âI gotta come back in the daytime and take some notes.â
A noise from behind you caught your attention.
Your eyes narrowed as you turned around and scanned the area. It was a bird. It had to be a bird. But after midnight? That wasnât common. Yet there was no denying what you were hearing, the consistently singular note chirping of a bird that you could not see. Stepping down from an elevated rock pool, you turned a bit towards the moonlight and thatâs when you saw it.Â
A Resplendent Quetzal.
A smile formed on your lips as you watched the brightly colored bird fly overhead, circling you as it called out into the night, filling the silence and joining the sounds of the waves. It was beautiful! They were known for their stunning green, red, and blue feathers that looked iridescent in the light.
The resplendent quetzal was sacred to the Maya.
Venerated as the god of the air, symbol of goodness and light, it was their feathers and colors that were attributed toâŠ
K'uk'ulkan.
Green, red, and blue feathers adorned the body of the great serpent as it glided through the air; a god of the wind, sharing its glory and beauty just as this bird was doing with you. Another one of his symbols appeared before you. Was this a message? No way was it a coincidence.
You moved closer to the beach keeping your eyes focused on the bird until something else caught your eye.Â
Being pushed into the sand by the waves was your mask.
Your diving mask.
The one you had lost when he left you inside the pyramid. It was as if the ocean was presenting it to you. Immediately, you looked towards the ocean. There was nothing out of place in the dark water but you did not let that fool you. You continued to look out as you moved to grab the mask from the sand. A part of you was beyond delighted to have it back! Diving had not been the same without it and you had not enjoyed having to go back to using oxygen tanks that limited your time in the water. Another part of you was apprehensive, not worried per say, just wondering why you kept being the target of the feathered serpentâs generosity.
The mask had been modified.
The edges were lined with a green stone (or was it a gem?). Jade, maybe? Jade held a huge significance in Mayan culture, it was more important than gold; often being associated with water, the stone symbolized life and death. You remember Altagracia once explaining this to you on a trip in China, as the stone held a great importance in their culture too. There were pearls scattered along it as well, different sizes and shapes. The inside remained the same, mostly, aside from it now having a mouth piece that was meant to cover the area from your nose to your chin. You had no idea what it was made of or what it was meant to do but the shock had not worn off yet.
You had your mask back.Â
Heâd given it back to you.
âA satal. Ba'ale' le k'ĂĄak'nĂĄabo' a k'aaba'.â
(You are lost. But the sea calls to you.)
His appearance did not surprise you. All of the elements leading to him making his presence known were there. Your eyes stayed attached to your mask, running your fingers along the new designs as he landed on the soft sand in front of you. When your eyes did look up you took the opportunity to really see the being before you.
He was beautiful.
The water that ran down his neck and shoulders enhanced the rich color of his skin. He was in his element; iridescent as the feathers of the quetzal, sacred. There was not a man more confident than the king before you whoâs dark eyes held yours with a yearning to discover the secrets in you. His neck was adorned with gold and pearls and there was what seemed to be armor on his arms and legs made of the same things. He was enchanting as a siren. It didnât need to be said and according to your subconscious that had created your dreams, you had associated him with one.
âTech le k'ĂĄak'nĂĄabo'.â You replied quickly after he raised a brow at your staring, which didnât do much to save you from embarrassment but you could see that your response surprised him.
(You are the sea.)
He had not been expecting you to answer him back in his language much less understand what he was saying but you were a quick study. Not only that those had been the exact same words Clara had told you about your dreams. Had he heard that conversation?
âTene' tuukulo'oba' le k'ĂĄak'nĂĄabo' bey iik', ba'ale' ma' ya'ab ba'ax a u taasik waye'.â
(I am both the sea and the air but I am not what has brought you here.)
âThatâs when you lost me. Iâm not fluent in your language. Nowhere near it, actually.â
âI am surprised you know what little you do.â
âI tend to learn quickly, given if the subject interests me.â You donât know why you said it like that and to save yourself from any further embarrassment, you kept talking. âI didnât expect to see this again. The mask. I thought I had dropped it last time we met, well, not last time exactly. The time before that. After the cave. Oh! The turtle is doing really well, by the way. Thereâs a small facility in Izamal and theyâve been doing a great job. They donât have many animals currently so sheâs been the star of the show.â
He extended out his hand and instinctively you placed whatever you had in your hands into his. He examined your mask for a moment before removing the mouth piece that had been attached by his people and held it up for you.
âShould the hard surface ever be compromised, this will allow you to breathe underneath the water until you are able to reach the surface.â He explained before he placed it back inside and it seemed to readily attach itself. âI am glad to hear that the creature is recovering.â
âI was wondering what that was for. Thank you.â
âThe markings around it will give you safe passage should you be at depths where my people may see you.â
âThat is very generous. Truly. Dios boâotik.â
(Thank you)
You had nothing to give and even if you did you doubt that there was anything you could find that would please a man like him. He had given away too much information about his kingdom, aside from that fact that it did exist and it was as vast as the oceans, but just by how he looks you knew that there was little he could want.Â
The oceans had always held riches and they were all his.
Perhaps that is why you gestured to the place beside you on the beach where you sat. You did not have riches or great knowledge to share but you could guess that a man who took care of an entire empire rarely got a moment of peace. You had the sense that you were right when he wordlessly took his place next to you.
He glanced at the oceans sparkling in delight at having his attention while you looked around for a moment, noticing the silence signaling the birdâs departure. For a moment you did consider if you had even truly seen it. He made no mention of it.
âThere are not many that inhabit this area. The closest village still sits a good distance away from the pyramidâs beaches.â He observed.
âMy, um, mentor had a research cabin built not far from the bay. Thatâs where I spend my time. The locals are cautious enough to build away. Iâm sure it would make storm season just that more difficult to deal with if they were this close to the water.â
They were cautious but not only because of the storms. There were many stories that this beach held. Stories written by the Spanish of a demon that came from the water and cursed the land as hellfire rained down and destroyed what they had built. Stories from the villagers of an angry god that protected the area, that flew above the waters and feared nothing.
âDo you not fear the storms?â
âThere are other things to worry about.â You surprised yourself with your honestly and made a point to evade his gaze when he turned to look at you.
âWhat do you fear?â
You kept your expression neutral, a mask you wore that was well practiced. It concealed your thoughts well enough. You were sure that he was not one of them; he clearly wasnât from your world but there was nothing guaranteeing that it was safe to speak to him. You didnât know him well enough. You didnât know him at all.
He read you easily.
âMy people were from these lands. They also did not fear the storms. They worshiped the god of the rain knowing that prosperity and new life would come after each strike of the clouds that would produce the rain and the thunder.â
âThey were brave.â
âTo put your trust in something unknown to you is a symbol of bravery.â His eyes met yours this time and though his tone was purely conversational, the meaning did not go over your head. âThis world has forced many to hide who they are. It has taken their identities from them, made them ashamed of who they are. My people were freed of that fate. We were given something much greater this land.â
âI can only imagine what it looks like.â Your smile was soft but full of wonder. âI used to dream of finding Atlantis as a kid. In one of the homes I was in I found a map of the world in the basement. I spent so many days that summer reading all I could about it at the library and then running home and circling where I thought it was. A world away from this one? What I wouldnât have given to justâŠdisappear.â
âMy city is called Talokan.â
âTalokan.â You carefully copied his pronunciation and felt proud when he nodded, pleased. âDo you spend a lot of time up here? For someone who lives at the bottom of the ocean you seem to have a pretty good understanding of what happens on the land.â
âIt would be unwise of me not to know the ways your world changes. Many things tend to stay the same from my experience. It is key to notice what developments there are.â He continued. âI am from the sea as I am from here. My mother was from the surface world. These lands were hers. The god of rain had spoken to our shaman and through his blessing we were able to discover a way to live within the water. I was the first child born to my people. I am a mutant.â
Your reaction had given him just what he wanted.
It was a confirmation of what he had theorized from the moment he began to understand your connection to his world.
âDonât say that!â Your words were harsh and your eyes were wide, standing to look around you as if you had forgotten it was the middle of the night and no one but the god shared the beach with you.
Everything told you to run.
You had not said, thought, or even acknowledged the existence of that word in years when you thought you had finally gotten away from it. You had outrun it. You had traveled the world, hopping from place to place, leaving few tracks and enjoying the safety of the oceans for years.Â
So many years.Â
Anger and fear had kept you alive for a long time.
You were not going to consider how your actions were disrespectful. It didnât matter. He had been kind only to take advantage of your curiosity. You could handle the questioning, you could handle the looks of suspicion, all of that you could remain neutral to but that word, that damned word, would always find you.
He stood and watched as you walked closer to the water and threw the mask into the waves. He could see how angry you were at your own reaction, at the fact you left your emotions slip. You were choosing to stand your ground and defend your reaction. He could see that when you turned to him, eyes raging, dress caught in the breeze, moonlight forming a halo around you; you were a sight to behold.
âYou can take your mask and stay the hell away from me.â Your eyes were watering and that only added to your fury.
âThey have made you run for so long.â
He took a step closer to you.Â
He was being cautious not because he feared he would be harmed but because there was something growing inside of him from the first time he met you. He couldnât explain what it was. It went beyond you being a mutant. That wasnât important. He wanted you to understand that you did not have to live in that fear that others forced you to feel because you were different.
Something deep within him was answering to the pull that brought him to you.
You held a hand in front of you. âStay away from me!â
The king stood still as the once gentle waves rushed forward. It wasnât an attack and he would not label it as one but the water had moved forward aggressively only to pool at his feet before sinking into the sand and retreating. You seemed shocked by this too; quickly lowering your hand and turning to look at the pools you had been exploring that were now filled to the brim with water.
A little crab had been displaced from his pool by the wave and was making his way back.
He did not move as you quickly made your way back to the tree line and disappeared. Your expression had gone from anger, to shock, to fear at the mention of a single word. There was no more proof needed. It had not been a coincidence that night and it had not been your instincts either. The water did not only call to you but it answered your own call for protection, even if it was just a gentle push back; it had answered your call against him.
Your mask lay at his feet. Once again brought back to the shore.
He took it in his hands and admired the craftsmanship of his people. He knew you had liked it too, he had seen you admiring it. The inscription on the side held a message. He doubted you understood it. Perhaps one day he would tell you or your curiosity would lead you to the answer.
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The beach was soon left empty.Â
Itâs two inhabitants returning to their homes each with a chest filled with swirling emotions.
The god bowed his head in greeting to his people as he walked into his hut and laid the siibil (gift) he had made for you on the table that sat in the middle of the room. He had enjoyed the moment of peace at your side. But there was no time to focus on what was but rather on what will be. Tomorrowâs sun will rise and there is no guarantee you would be seen again. But there was a change in the wind and something told him, deep down, that you would be in Zama for many more sunrises.
He took the shell that had his paints and turned to the wall behind him.
This was only the beginning.Â
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(Author's Note: I did take inspiration from the movie and I've been doing quite a bit of research to try and be as respectful as possible! I had the reader wandering to water as Queen Ramonda expressed that's how she found peace (I thought it would be interesting to have the reader find the opposite of peace doing the same thing), Zama is where the pyramid is located (which is modern day Tulum outside of the MCU), and the Maya did use nets to fish and you could see the Talokanil using nets a lot in that glorious scene where Shuri got a tour in the movie. Next Chapter should be up in a week! Thank you for all your support and for reading!)
(A/N: Also, someone had asked me why I use the sun as my little dividers! The Maya saw the sun as a symbol of a new age; K'uk'ulkan brought the sun to his people, signaling that new age! Thought it would be nice to include it in!)
Prompt: "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you."
Requested By: Anon
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, obsession at first sight.
You were on vacation the first time you felt him near. Of course then you didn't know what it was that haunted you through the waters.
The warm waves of the Atlantic washed all around you as you swam from the beach. You went as far as you felt safe to go, pausing to enjoy the sunshine and to sneak a peak at the marine life below. You were unsure how long you were in the water before you felt it. You knew there was a presence near you. You felt the pressure shift in the water, closing around you. Upon inspection, you saw nothing that would cause such a disturbance. But each time you stepped into the sea, you had the feeling that something was there - watching you.
That looming feeling of eyes upon you didn't let up, even after you were home. Though it was gone for a while, it came rushing back one rainy evening. It was enough to make you double check the locks on every door and window in your home. You peered outside and saw nothing. Always nothing. Except when the lightning flashed and there was a figure seemingly floating in the air. You only saw it once, and shrugged it off as your imagination.
Always when it was raining. That's when you'd feel it. That's when you'd see things. It was maddening. The figure only appeared when you were home - and when it was dark. Never when you could find proof that something was there.
Until you started receiving gifts, that was. Handcrafted jewelry and ornate shells appeared at your doorstep. And once on your windowsill - inside. That was enough to make you leave your home. And once again, the occurrences halted - for a time. Then you saw it again, not long after you'd moved. The figure floating in air. The shape of a man. You tried to capture an image, but it was gone before you could.
You had to get out of town again. This time to the mountains. The snow was a welcome distraction.
"Beautiful evening, isn't it?"
You were alone on the balcony of the lodge - sipping a hot drink and enjoying the setting sun. Something about him seemed familiar, though you didn't think you'd met him before. The glare of the sun obscured your view slightly.
"Yeah, it is. You're staying here as well?"
"Not exactly." The rich timbre of his voice was soothing. And yet something felt off. "Just visiting. It's very quiet around this lodge. You're the first person I've seen. Forgive my intrusion. I'm... Namor. May I ask your name?"
You told him your name out of compulsory politeness. He turned to face you, repeating your name with a smile. You could see him clearly now. He looked out of place - as if he were uncomfortable in the clothing he was wearing. Nothing in the style of his sweater or hat matched his earrings - and they unnerved you at the sight of them. They looked to be the same craftsmanship of the jewelry you'd been receiving. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. You complimented them, testing the waters.
"You like them? Perhaps I'll have to get you a pair." You let out a nervous chuckle. It was time to leave. You made up a quick lie about needing to go and stood, noticing that he wasn't wearing any shoes.
"I'll see you again soon," he said as a goodbye. He sounded so charming. But there was something dark in the phrase. It was a promise. You dared a last glance at him and saw that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. That familiar feeling was back tenfold.
Namor kept his promise. When you returned home, a pair of green earrings was waiting inside. You weren't delusional. This man - or whatever he was - was following you. Could he fly? What was he? There were so many questions, and no answers to any of them. And now that he'd appeared before you, certainly things were going to escalate. You had to leave again. You moved only when it was bright and dry as a bone outside. You were careful - leaving no trace of where you might've gone. You installed a camera, extra locks, everything you could think of.
You thought you were rid of him. Through stormy nights you didn't see or feel anything out of the ordinary. No gifts were left for you to find. No figure floating outside your window.
Apparently he just needed time to find you.
Your face to face meeting had made him bolder. You saw him again - hovering outside your window as the rain fell. This time he didn't disappear. This time he flew to the glass, placing his hand against it as he looked inside at you.
You scrambled away, trying to alert the authorities. It didn't matter if they didn't believe you. You needed to know someone was on the way to you.
Namor was inside before you could give dispatch your address. He was behind you with his hand wrapped around yours, pulling the phone from your ear and ending the call. The other was around your mouth, preventing you from yelling. He shushed you when you yelled into his hand - as if he were attempting to soothe you.
"I have to admit, I am enjoying our game of cat and mouse."
You pulled away from him, and he let you. When you faced him, a grin had spread across his lips.
"Did you like the earrings," he ended his question with something in a language you didn't understand. Most likely a term of endearment.
"Get out. Now. The cops will be here any moment." He chuckled at that, and paid the thin threat no mind.
"I think I'll keep our game going a little longer," he said as he stepped closer. You instinctively stepped back, and he continued forward until you were against a piece of furniture and couldn't retreat any further. He reached his hand out and ran his knuckles against the side of your arm. The touch sent shivers down your spine.
"I'll give you two weeks this time before I look for you again."
No matter what you said, or what questions you asked, he had no interest in elaborating. Whatever his intentions were in the end, he kept them from you. He wouldn't tell you why he was there, what he wanted from you, nothing.
âIâll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, Iâll catch you.âÂ
He left through the window, flying into the darkness so quickly that he barely looked like a shadow across the sky.
can i drink from your water 2 (namor x black!reader smut)
"Wouldnât you like that? To be worshiped by a God?â
Warnings: Obsessive behavior, dark Namor, stalking, oral sex, fingering, public sex, squint your eyes and its dubcon
A/N: we back baybee, like, comment, reblog, make me laugh, thirst with me, cross posted on Ao3. I don't do tag lists, sorry!
Part 1 here.
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He didnât come back that night.Â
You stayed up, wrapped in your robe and staring at your broken door as the wind howled through the hole. You didnât sleep, even as the sun rose and broke through the clouds.Â
It wasnât until nearly noon when you got up from your seat and slumped to the bathroom, running yourself a bath to wash away the strange feelings developing deep within your belly.Â
Your bath was a blur and the next thing you knew you were staring at your reflection and the darkened bruises all over your neck and chest.Â
Wincing, you wrapped yourself in your towel and turned away from the looking glass, choosing to walk to your bedroom instead. You slathered moisturizer on your skin and got dressed in your favorite pair of loose shorts and a plain tee. You tried to cover the hickies on your neck as best as you could, dabbing a thick layer of concealer on your skin. You gathered half of your fresh braids and put them up, letting the rest fall down your back.Â
With a loud yawn, you padded down the hallway and into the living room, flinching at the sight of the hole in the front door. You frowned and inspected it, pulling the door open to get a closer look at the damage.
Your screen door was ripped off the hinges and in your front yard, while your wooden door creaked in protest when you tried to open it further.Â
âBonjou!â Ellisâs voice greeted you as he rode up on his motorbike, toolbox attached to the back of it.Â
You felt yourself tense as you remembered Namorâs threat from last night. âBonjou.â You greeted under your breath and attempted a smile.Â
âI see the wind did a number on the house.â He whistled low, getting off his bike and grabbing his tool box, âI thought I was just going to have to unseal your windows, didnât know Iâd be fixing a door.â
You shrugged and stepped out from your home to join him in your front yard. You put a hand up to block the sun and inspected your house.Â
It was fine, save for the doors.Â
âI like your hair, cheri.â Ellis complimented beside you, taking a braid in between his fingers and inspecting the pattern, âMust have taken all night, is that why you look so tired?â
âWhat?â You blurted, putting your hands to your flushed cheeks, âDo I look that terrible?â
âNon, non.â Ellis shook his head with wide eyes, âThat isnât what I meant, I just⊠that came out wrong. You could never look terrible, youâre one of the most beautiful women Iâve ever seen.â
You looked up at him in surprise, lowering your hands as your heart fluttered.Â
âUh,â The Belizean man sputtered, âI should get started on those windows.â
You watched as he turned away from you, your face flushing. âYeahâŠâ You muttered, slowly walking back into your home.Â
You liked Ellis.Â
Ellis thought you were beautiful. The most beautiful.Â
The dreamy sigh that left your lips was involuntarily as was the drop of your stomach when you caught sight of the conch shell on your side table.Â
âIâll kill him.â
You had no reason not to believe him.Â
You picked up the conch shell gingerly and inspected it, running your fingers down the grooves and bumps. Now you knew without a doubt that he was the one who had given it to you.Â
âSĂšpan dlo a.â You whispered, your brows furrowing as questions ran through your mind.Â
Why had the Water Serpent come for you? Why did you feel such a pull towards him when he was near? What would happen when he came back? Would he take you?
The sound of Ellis knocking a hammer against your door knocked you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly put the conch shell back in its place. You gathered your braids and flipped them to your back, plastering on a smile as Ellis tested the hinges of your front door.Â
His brown eyes were on you and he looked away when you met his gaze. âI would have stayed,â He muttered, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him, âIf I knew it would be this bad.â
You blinked before shaking off his concern, âItâs okay, Ellis-!â
âNo, it was careless of me.â Ellis shook his head, putting his toolbox down to brush a thumb over your cheek, âIt was your first storm, I shouldâve been here. Mwen dezole, mezanmi.â
Your lashes fluttered and your lips spread in a small smile, âSe oke, itâs fine. No need to apologize, youâre already doing enough for me.â
âMwen ta fĂš anyen pou ou, cheri.â Ellis whispered just under his breath and you furrowed your brows as he began to duck his head down to your level.Â
You wanted him to kiss you. You had been begging for him to kiss you for months. But the moment his soft lips touched yours; you missed the taste of saltwater.
You tried not to think too hard about it, pressing against Ellisâs lips and fisting his shirt in your hands.Â
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Time passed, first a day then a week, and when you looked up it had been a month.Â
To cope, you tried to tell yourself what youâd experienced, what you felt, wasnât real.Â
Your bruises faded, you replaced your door, and life went on. You put all of your affection into Ellis, who gladly reciprocated.Â
It was a Thursday afternoon when Ellis told you he loved you but by that point you already knew.
Heâd bring you flowers and fruit, sometimes even whole meals sent from his family. He took you on walks and held your hand. He gazed at you when he thought you werenât paying attention and dropped by your home just to check on you.Â
You told him you loved him too because you did. You did love him, a warm fuzzy love that made you smile.
He invited you to dinner with his family that night and you dressed in a white wrap dress and sandals, your hair piled on top of your head with pearls in your ears.
As you walked the short distance to his familyâs home, you felt your ancestors greeting you, their spirits guiding your way and keeping you safe.Â
You hadnât just fell in love with Ellis, but also Dangriga and you understood why your grandmother never left, even in her later years when your mom tried to get her to come to the states so that she could be taken care of.Â
It was a beautiful place, truly, with beautiful people.Â
When you arrived at the Robateau household you were greeted with warmth and kindness. His father kissed both of your cheeks, his mother wrapped you in a tight embrace and his manman made a blessing over you. Even his siblings welcomed you warmly, already proclaiming that you were their sĂš, their sister.Â
Sitting at that round table filled with food and pitchers of sorrel surrounded by family reminded you of your own manman. You knew she was smiling down at you from heaven and scowling when you refused to eat another bite.Â
âOu tande pale de Jack?â Ellis's father, Ellis Sr., asked the table and his wife groaned.Â
âAye, not this again, misye!â She snapped with a scowl, pouring more sorrel into your glass. âWe are supposed to be celebrating and here you talkinâ bout Jack.â
You furrowed your brows, leaning over to Ellis, âWhoâs Jack?â You tried to whisper but his father heard you.
âOne of the men I fished with, sĂČm twenty years. He went on the water to do some night fishing and now heâs gone!âÂ
Ellisâs manman clicked her teeth and nodded, âBeen missing for a week now, aye.âÂ
âMama, not you, too.â Ellisâs mother groaned, placing her hand on yours, âIgnore them, cheri. They are always so morbid-!â
âTimea,â The elder woman snapped at her daughter, âDo not be so blind.â
âHe is the 8th one of my friends who have disappeared in a matter of a couple weeks.â Ellis Sr. exclaimed before shaking his head, âAll of them, gone! All at night! Itâs not normal, Bondye mwen.â
âSomeone must have angered SĂšpan dlo a!âÂ
âAnd there it is.â Ellis muttered to you, stealthily rolling his eyes.
âWhat was that, ti gason?â
âNothing, manman,â He hurriedly covered but you were too enthralled to laugh, âItâs just that maybe, maybe they drowned themselves? Being that all of them were notorious drunks-!â
Ellis Sr. bristled, his glare sharp at his son, âPa pale mĂČ yo mal, ti gason.They can still hear you even though they are gone, be respectful.â
âPadon, papa.â Ellis bowed his head for a moment before continuing, âIâm just saying, how long are we going to blame disappearances on a creature that does not-!â
Miss Timea glanced at you uneasily, sending you a small smile. âWe should not talk about this at the table, for the childrenâs sake.â
âThat's an even better reason!â The elder woman exclaimed, looking over to the kids, âRemember what ou manman says, timoun yo,â She lowered her voice and narrowed her eyes, âDo not go to the water alone.â
Your blood ran cold and you looked down at your cup, staring at the dark purple liquid. The conversation continued around you but you didnât hear it, too consumed in your own thoughts and memories to engage.Â
âDonât go in the water alone, child.â
âCome to me.â
âYou thought I was going to drown you?â
 âWhat do they call me here again? SĂšpan dlo a?â
âIâll kill him.â
âI saw him.â You blurted before you could censor yourself and all the chatter around the table stopped. You looked up from your cup and saw all eyes on you. âI mean it. I-I saw it.â You swallowed and lowered your voice, leaning into the table, âSĂšpan dlo a.â You felt a hand brush your shoulder and you looked over at Ellis, who had an unreadable expression on his face.Â
âGo on, chile.â His manman urged, waving her hand.Â
You took a deep breath and downed the rest of your sorrel, wiping your mouth with a napkin. âI was⊠I was a little girl. Seven, I think. He was in the water and I could only see the top of its head-!â
âThat couldâve been anyone.â Ellis protested next to you only to be shushed by his family.Â
âThe next time I saw him, I was ten, that time I saw its face and shoulders-!â
âIt looked like a man?â Miss Timea questioned and you nodded once, shrinking into yourself.Â
âIt did. The last time-!â
âYou saw the creature three times?!â The elder woman exclaimed, before making the sign of the cross, âBondye mwen!â
âI was sixteen.â You breathed, wringing your hands under the table, âHe was in the water, h-he reached for me, he talked to me.â You paused then, your brows furrowing as you zeroed in on your half eaten plate.Â
âWhat did he say?â Ellis Sr. asked and you bit your lip as your blood ran cold at the memory of his smoldering gaze and the dark expression on his face.
âCome to me.â You muttered under your breath, âHe, it said, âCome to me.â Mon manman grabbed me before he could grab me.â You explained, your throat constricting.Â
It was quiet around the table for a few long moments and when you looked over at Ellis, he wasnât looking at you.
When he walked you home that night, you apologized for ruining dinner.Â
He kissed you on the cheek.Â
âItâs okay, mon amour,â He murmured against your forehead, âYou probably were just confused, anyway.âÂ
Confused. Conflicted. Hell, maybe even corrupted.
You didnât tell him that when you prayed at night it wasnât to his God.Â
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More people started disappearing, men specifically, and it was not just at night.Â
Some say they even heard their screams as they were dragged into the water, heard the sounds of them begging for their lives.Â
You hate to think itâs because of you.
Ellis doesnât believe the stories. He says that the victims were probably just drunk.Â
You offhandedly agree with him and you have to because it helps you to relieve yourself of the guilt. But maybe, just maybe, it was you who had angered SĂšpan dlo a.Â
Not SĂšpan dlo a, but K'ul'ku'kan,
Not a spirit, but a God.
The guilt began to consume you from the inside out, nearly swallowing you whole on days where you didnât have anything to distract you.Â
Your thoughts were filled with what would happen if you went down to the beach alone to plead, negotiate, fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness for whatever you did to bring such wrath upon your beloved home.Â
Would he even care? Does he even care?
Some mornings, in the early hours of the sun peeking from the horizon, you found yourself walking to that same beach. Dressed in pajamas and sandals, youâd get to the very edge of the water and wait, your eyes zeroing in on every ripple and wave.Â
He wasnât there.Â
He was never there and you cried.
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The elders of Dangriga agreed that something must be done about this problem, so they decided to make an offering to Sepan dlo a. A basket of fruits, flowers, beads, and jewelry. They left it at the mouth of the North River and prayed over it, asking for mercy.Â
You heard about the event that night from Ellis, who scoffed at the idea and bemoaned his manman for even believing in something so archaic.Â
There was no SĂšpan dlo a, just drunk men who were swept in the current.
You absentmindedly agreed with him as the two of you sipped sorrel and lounged on your bed, him resting on your chest. Your eyes fluttered closed as he told you he loved you and you repeated the phrase back to him.
It was raining when you blinked yourself awake in the early hours of the morning. A light, calming rain, that barely made noise against your roof. You could feel the light sweat on your face and flush of your cheeks, along with the warmth the gin from the sorrel provided your body. You shimmied out of Ellisâs arms and got up from your bed, placing a hand on your forehead.Â
Deciding that the light rain and the breeze would feel good against your heated skin, you slipped on a pair of sandals and walked to your porch, softly closing your front door behind you.Â
You stepped into the rain and closed your eyes, absentmindedly tying the belt to your wrap dress as you felt the soft raindrops kiss your skin. You tilted your head back and sighed in content.
It was then when you felt something else and your eyes snapped open. You froze and listened to the breeze, hearing nothing but feeling that undeniable call to the sea.Â
Your feet begin to move without much thought and the rain made the fabric of your dress stick to your skin. You were in a trance, swaying and slow and before you realized it, you were at the shoreline.Â
The offering basket the elders had left was still on the beach, the tide lapping at it every time it came in and you looked down at it with furrowed brows.
Why hadnât he come to retrieve his gift?
The sound of the waves didnât falter and you saw nothing in the swells, only white caps. You lowered yourself to your knees then, the familiar tears pooling under your lids. âWhy are you doing this? Why are you killing so many men here, if not for me?â You muttered, fisting the wet skirt of your dress. âFor my attention? I give it to you, I come to this beach and you ignore me. What do you want from me?â You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks.
The sound of chewing and slurping sounded behind you and you looked over your shoulder, finding the very entity you were begging for eating a mango. He licked the juice from his lips and with a flash of his teeth, offered you the other half of the peeled fruit.Â
You turned around, still on your knees and looked up at the god above you, your lip trembling. Namor raised his brows at your lack of answer and broke off a piece of the fruit, fluttering closer to you and cupping your jaw.Â
âJeâe,â He rasped above you, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, âOpen.â You did as you were told, allowing him to slide a bit of mango into your mouth, along with his thumb.Â
The mango tasted sweet, while his thumb tasted like salt. Together it was like eating saltwater taffy. He slid his thumb out of your mouth and wiped the juice that gathered, bringing it to his mouth to lick it off.Â
âMaâalob.â He hummed, his gaze all encompassing, âGood.â
You licked your lips and swallowed, your heart beating against your ribs. âNamor-!â
âSh sh shâŠâ He clicked his tongue and shook his head, taking another mango from the basket and peeling it with his knife. âYou do not call me that, in preciosa,â He murmured with a playful tilt of his lips, âFor I am not your enemy. Jeâe.â
You opened your mouth again and he fed you more mango, lowering himself to his knees before you. âKu,â You stumbled over his name, âKâul, ku-!â
âKâulâkuâkan.â Namor corrected slowly, thumbing at your bottom lip.Â
âKâulâkuâkan,â You repeated, only continuing when he hummed in approval, âWhy didnât you come back?â You whispered the question, almost ashamed of it. âI waited-!â
Namorâs chilling glare silenced you and his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his. âDo not lie.â He rasped with a frown, âI know of the boy.â
You tried to look away but he wouldnât allow it, following your gaze and forcing your forehead to his. âMwen dezole,â You murmured, as his thumb stroked the hair at the nape of your neck, âIâm sorry.â
âI know.â Namor rasped, his eyes still settled in a glare. âIn akaljantik, too. For what I had to do.â
You breath hitched and you frowned, âThe men?â You asked and he said nothing, only gently moving your head to the side to ghost his lips across your cheek.Â
âI will kill a hundred more,â He pledged against your skin, his gaze returning to yours, âIf you lie to me again, chichan in preciosa.â He dragged his lips over your parted ones, his tongue running over them, âMy precious little one, donât you know you belong to me?â
âIâm sorry.â You echoed lowly, one of your straps choosing that moment to fall down your shoulder. âBondye mwen, I belong to you, Kâulâkuâkan.â
Namor let out a harsh exhale from his nose, his glare turning into one of passion. He squeezed the back of your neck and forced your lips to his, tugging you onto his lap. You threw your arms over his broad shoulders, moaning as the stretch in your thighs around his hips made them burn. He tasted of mango and salt and you melted into him, burying a hand in his wet hair as he licked into your mouth.Â
You cried out in the quiet of the beach as he rutted his thick erection against your center, making you feel every inch of him through your clothes. He roughly slapped you on the ass and you yelped, biting his lip as you jumped.
âTak ka'anal.â He muttered against your lips, pushing you off his lap, âUp.â
You did as you were told, hurriedly standing and he grabbed your ass in his hands, looking up at you as he shoved your dress up to bury his face in your cotton-covered cunt. You whimpered as he licked at you through the fabric before tearing your panties off of you and exposing your wet skin to the chilled night air.Â
âBondye mwen,â You breathed, as he grabbed your hips, forcing you against his mouth, âBeet!â
âYour god.â He mocked your words into your folds, sucking your clit between his lips as he slid a finger into your wet heat. You threw your head back and gasped for air, your knees becoming weak.Â
Namorâs eyes glared up at you as he added another finger, scissoring the two inside of you. âDid the boy touch you?â You shook your head insistently, crying out when he slapped your ass.Â
âSpeak.â
âNo!â You shouted, wincing as he added another thick finger, âNo, he didnât touch me, he didnâtâŠah!â You jumped as he landed another stinging slap to the fat of your ass.Â
Namor spat on your clit and rubbed circles around it with his thumb, his other hand reaching up to untie your dress, making it fall open for the world to see. He stood then, his fingers still buried deep inside of you, and attached his mouth to one of your nipples, nipping at it then soothing away the pain before moving behind you so you didnât fall.
Your mouth fell open and your nails dug into his arm as you felt your orgasm coming near and nearer, just within your reach. The damned god was working you deeply but slowly, to the point that you felt as if you were walking on a thin line. Every muscle in your body tensed and you wanted nothing more than to cum, to satisfy the ache you felt in your abdomen.Â
âGive it to me,â He demanded, wrapping his strong arm around your waist when you began to tremble and he felt so massive against your back, âGive me your climax as an offering to your god.âÂ
âBeet.â You begged pathetically, your bottom lip jutting in a pout as the rest of your face twisted in a grimace, âFuck for the love of god, please!â
âYouâre almost there, in preciosa, I feel you squeezing my fingers, just give your pleasure to me and I will reward you with things youâve never imagined. Wouldnât you like that? To be worshiped by a God?â
Something inside of you snapped and you cried out into the night, coming so hard that your nails drew blood on his forearm as he held you up. Your hips bucked against his hand and you openly weeped, humping the air like a teenager touched for the first time.
Your mouth gaped like a fish and you braced yourself against his hard body, already fucked out and delirious. âBondye mwen,â You muttered, glancing up at him behind you. He hummed and nuzzled his nose against yours, âBeet,â You mouthed, licking your lips, âPlease, I want, I need⊠please can I have your cock, maako?â
âSo respectful.â Namor praised with a dark tilt of his lips, he continued to nuzzle his nose against yours, before he pressed his lips against your shoulder, âDo you deserve my cock, in preciosa?â
âYes.â You immediately answered and he chuckled, turning you around and gripping your hips in his hands. He smiled at you again, teasing as he brushed your dress off your shoulders.
âI could split you in two.â He warned, his grin widening when you shook your head, âNo?â He widened his eyes mockingly.Â
âI donât,â You breathed, shaking your head, âI donât care.â You insisted and he laughed, pressing his hard-on against your stomach.Â
âYou donât care, hm?â
You shook your head again, your lashes lidded, âI want you to split me in two, mon amour.â You admitted and watched the amusement leave the godâs eyes.Â
In the next moment, you were bent in half on your back and he was between your legs, his cock bare and heavy on your slit. Your wrists were pinned above you and you whimpered as his cockhead pushed against your sensitive clit.Â
âMon amour,â He echoed under his breath, his tongue rolling the final consonant with his eyes on yours, âMon amour?â
You nodded, parting your lips to say, âIt means-!â
âI know.â Namor snapped and you tensed, moaning when his length poked at your entrance. He eased himself inside of you and you both hissed in unison. âFuck,â He spat, his brow furrowed, âI know what it means.â He let go of the hold on your wrists to keep your thighs spread, grimacing as he inched himself further into you.
You bit your lip as he stretched you out, your chest heaving at the slight burn. âBondye mwen,â You breathed, using your free hands to tug him to you, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to-!â You couldnât finish your thought as Namor bottomed out inside of you, leaving you dumb and twitching.Â
Those dark eyes were glaring into yours as he shifted his hips, making sure you felt every vein in his girthy member. âSay it again.â He demanded in a low rasp.
You furrowed your brows, your breath hitching as he rolled his hips into yours. âBondye mw-!â A slap to your thighs made you quake and shout, your skin stinging.Â
âSay it again.â The god repeated himself through his teeth, his cock twitching inside of you.
You nodded and licked your lips, âMon,â You started, checking to see if that is what he wanted, âMon amour.â A sharp thrust made you gasp and grasp onto his forearms.Â
âAgain.â
âMon amour.â You cooed, your tits jiggling as he fucked you against the sand. âMon amour, mon amour, mon amour!â
Namor was nearly growling now, his heavy body now draped over yours as he took you on the beach. His eyes drank up every part of your lips, furrow of your brow, and flutter of your lashes and you tried your best to return his gaze through your pleasure filled grimace.
âSo beautiful, my precious girl.â He muttered against your lips before dipping his tongue into your mouth, âSo sweet.â
âMon amour,â You hiccuped, your back dragging against the sand as he continuously pulled you against him, âFeels so good, god.â You slurred, drool leaving the side of your mouth as your toes curled.
Namor hummed, his chest vibrating against yours, âGreedy girl,â He mocked, reaching down to rub your clit, âYouâre cumming again?â You nodded urgently, quick pants leaving your mouth as he leaned back to tug at one of your nipples.Â
Your walls fluttered around his length and he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment at the feeling. âIâm going to fill you with my cum, in preciosa, so deep youâll taste me and then I will make you my bride.âÂ
Your breath hitched at the promise and you choked on a moan, feeling his balls tighten below you. âIâm coming.â You blurted, your eyes snapping shut, âFuck, please donât-!â He pressed his searing hot lips to yours and you groaned into his mouth, your back arching away from the sand and your chest pressing against his.Â
The god came with a loud groan, cradling your head as he buried his own into your neck. âMix mĂĄak asab u yaantal ti' teech. Mix mĂĄak asab u yaantal ti' teech. Mix mĂĄak asab u yaantal ti' teech.â He kept murmuring the same phrase over and over again against your skin as he filled you with his cum, so much so that it did in fact begin to pool out from where you were joined.
You wrapped your arms around him and stroked his back as he caught his breath, the both of you wet from sweat and the light rain that still poured down on you.Â
Namorâs eyes were soft as he pulled his head from your neck and pecked your lips. âNĂib Ăłolal.â He rasped, running a hand through his damp hair, âThank you.â
You furrowed your brows as you looked up at him, âWhy are you thanking me?âÂ
The god smiled, amusement lighting up his brown eyes again, âFor your offering.â
she thinks sheâs happy but itâs always the âHey Mamaâ.
warnings: MAYANS S4 spoilers!! other then that none? Itâs short af. wait smart ass Rio?
sidenote: idk what this is, thought if it when âRioâ approach Ez. Issa a drabble? Iâm calling him âRioâ until we get a name, unless I missed it. Iâm also high as fuck so yea.
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She jogged from the trailer toward the club house where she could see Ezâs back facing her from the porch. The club house was somewhat normal after the massacre from 4 months ago. She had just got back in town lastnight, she was away for work from 2 weeks before the attack. Ez begged her to stay away just a while for her safety after she tried boarding a plane immediately.Â
The thought she would have never seen him again made her heart ache and she shivered at the thought of all the lives lost like it was nothing. She thanked God again that the boys were fine, Ez was fine.Â
She pulled out her headphones and fixed her short work out shorts as she stepped up the steps. She started to speak not reazling Ez was talking to someone, someone she couldnât see from across the yard.
âHey baby you ready?â She asked sweetly wrapping her arms around him toward his stomach, her hands not being able to close around his thick abdomen as her chin sat on him.
âSi mi-â
She gasped as she felt familiar rough hands grab hers as she blindly stared at Ezâs back. She felt Ez shove the body infront of him and a little huff.
âDonât touch my girl-âÂ
âHey mamaâ Rioâs sweet as honey voice cut Ez off.Â
Ez noticed the tension from behind him, her body completely still. They both heard her sharp intake of breath. Her hands slowly dropped from Ezâs waist, her body pulling back slighting. Â
Rioâs head popped over Ezâs right shoulder, his deep eyes trained on her with his signature smirk. YNâs blood went cold. Ez arched an eyebrow as he shuffled YN down two steps to the dirt as he kept his body in front of her. Both of their eyes trained on Rio with different expressions.
Ezâs confusion, YNâs shock.
âRio?â She said hardly above a whisper.Â
The lean man took two smooth steps down causing Ezâs bulky frame to step up one.
âHow you end up in Santo Padre mama?â
âListen-â
âNah you listen Ez Reyes, stay out of itâ Rio casually said before lacing his next words with a bite. âI asked my wife a questionâ.Â
summary : in which, ashtray looks up to you a lot without you even knowing !
warning : tired writing + unedited !
pairing : fezco x black!reader , ashtray x black!reader (platonic!)
the knocking on the front door wasnât unfamiliar to ashtray.
he knew that when fez wouldnât be home when he expected he sent you over to make sure ash was okay and to bring food over. ash wasnât lightened up to you yet like fez was, obviously because you were dating fez.
you always had a knock patter to make sure they knew who it was, but with faye in the house everything changed. it was like everyone became consumed with paranoia and with good reason. so when it was your day to bring dinner you did your usual knock on the door. from inside you heard faye yell to ash to get the gun because they genuinely didnât know who was outside, which you didnât understand but oh well.
you were preparing for him to open the door with the hun in your hand but it scared you none the less. when he had the gun pointed at you, you nearly jumped and dropped the food.
âfaye it was just fezâs girl, man you had me worried.â he shouted to the girl on the couch
âfez has a girlfriend?â she questioned but literally no one gave her an answer as it was already said previously.
âah iâm sorry kid, fez just told me to drop by some food! i hope thatâs okay i made lasagna!â you said, with a bit of happiness in your voice because you were naturally always happy to help and be around.
âyeah yeah that good, come in.â he moved to let you in, in which you went straight to the oven to heat it up a little before serving ash.
âso howâs school been? if you need help with anything iâm happy to tutor you!â you knew ash had time to barely go to school, because as much as he was a kid he had adult responsibilities.
âi havenât gone in a couple weeks, maybe iâll take you up on that offerâ he said while grabbing a plate from the cabinet.
you both silently waited until you felt it was right to take the food out the oven. then you served ash and told him to sit at the table to eat, not like he wasnât going to anyways.
faye always came over to the kitchen and asked for some which you gladly served her, only grabbing a small portion for yourself.
âalright iâll be going in a few, fez just wants me to make sure everything is in shape and then iâll be on my way!â you said trying to quickly eat so you wouldnât be a bother to them both.
âaye where you going anyways?â ash asked as he looked at you from across the table.
âoh i have class to attend!â you said proudly and quickly
âat seven oâclock at night? hmâ ashtray continued eating, probably doubting what you said
âyup since iâm in college i have night classes kiddoâ you explained finishing up your piece of lasagna and washing you plate.
you went around the rooms to make sure everything was neat and tidy for when fez got home he could relax. he already had enough stress during the day and you didnât want him to have a lot more at home.
once you were done you told ash and the faye girl your goodbyes and you were on your way to class.
after class had ended fezco called your phone to which you immediately answered.
âhey hon, wassup?â you spoke into the phone, while unlocking your more that run down car.
âuh ash- i mean i wanted to know what you studyingâ in school?â you could hear ash telling him to stop, fezco knew what you majored in so he obviously knew.
âhon you know this, i study science and mathematics!â you giggled into the phone, you could quite literally feel him smile through the phone.
âalright maâ thatâs all, if you want you can spend the night i miss you.â he said into the phone with the most sincerity in his voice.
âalright hon, iâll be over soon! talk to you there!â and with that you hung up the phone.
you had a ass load of homework but nothing topped spending time with fezco, especially when his day went exceptionally well.
once you got to his house, he opens the door because he could hear your cat down the street.
âhi baby! i missed you so so much!â you hung to his body for a long time, longer than expected before letting go.
making sure to take off your shoes so his floors would stay clean.
ashtray and faye both sat in front of the tv just watching whatever movie was on at this hour. it was nearing midnight and they were both total night owls.
âma you hungry? we still go left overs from what you brought.â his voice was always soft with you, especially during the late hours of the night because he knew how stressed school got you.
âno no baby, i ate before leaving. now the question if did YOU eat. i gotta make sure your healthy especially working what you do!â you whisper-shouted to him which make him crack a smile
âof course i ate ma, when donât i eat ya cooking?â he questioned and you just gave him a quick laugh.
âi have a ton of work i have to do like really fast, can you wait for me please?â he could hear the tiredness and the begging in your voice so he nodded a quick yeah and you both say on the couch.
work was done quick that expected, it wasnât much just research on new things for science and chem, and more math work. who wouldâve imagined college could be just line high school just harder.
âalright pretty girl letâs go, you ainât finna pass out on the couch.â he smiled playful as he got you up and walked you over to the room.
closing the door behind him he helped you change into something comfortable. by this time you both were laying in bed, you brains beginning to shut down for the day and fez started to whisper something to you.
âyou know earlier today ash was super interested about what you do for school and shit. if it isnât took much trouble could you help him study and shit. you may not know but he actually has warmed up to you, he just wonât show it.â pausing and laughing about this brother stupid antics
âhe says itâs pretty cool your smart and when he grows up he wants a nice girl like you by his side.â even though you were half unconscious that warmed your heart.
to think that someone sort of looked up to you in a way, and took some sort of inspiration was nice. you knew your hard work was finally paying off when you could proudly say you could help ash. it made you so happy that someone so young just wanted to be able to learn, and still attend to his duties.
before falling asleep you promised fezco youâd do everything and you meant everything in your power to help ash. no matter how long it took for him to get at least semi-serious about everything.
A/N: whew, itâs been a whileđ forewarning, this chapter is pretty dark but i PROMISE the next chapter will make up for it đ also, the next chapter will likely be the last. thank you all so much for reading, it means the world to međ
if i didnât tag you, sorry! i try my best to keep up with my taglist!
Word count: 1710
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Warnings: mentions of violence and drug abuse
Summary: You got a two for one deal when you fell in love with TonyâŠ
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Flashback
Fidel leaned back on the velvet couch enjoying the personal show Natalie was giving him. She was dancing on the table to the dismay of the club owner, but he didnât have the balls to ask her to leave, not in Fidelâs presence, at least. Natalie twirled in circles until she was dizzy. She clumsily stepped down and plopped down next to Fidel on the couch.
A/N: hey to all of my new followers and readers! iâve noticed lots of new readers since S4 dropped, so welcome babesđđ
try not to hate me too much after this chapter đ i felt like throwing in a bit of a curveballâŠ
Word count: 2310
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Warnings: mentions of drug use/abuse/addiction
Summary: You got a two for one deal when you fell in love with TonyâŠ
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You didnât know how you felt about the situation with Tony, and it didnât help that Mel and Tati both had differing opinions that they both felt strongly about.
Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp being down for, like, the 4th time this year, while this hellsite keeps running jerkily but inexorably since the start of time
Request by Anon:Â Iâve been thinking /a lot/ about Nestor visiting his favourite stripper because âobviouslyâ he canât have relationships with his life but he still needs /comfort/
Warnings: language, unprotected sex, mild angst
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: Acting like this in a strip club would get you fired so fast but letâs be real I would be willing to risk my job and then some for this man lmao. Hope yâall enjoy!
Summary: Basically I watched Coyote Ugly recently and thought well what if a bar similar to that popped up in Santo Padre? And what if the guys heard about the newest watering hole and decided to go see what the hype was about for themselves. And what if Angel Reyes was ready to risk it all for a bartender with a slick mouth and a whole lotta attitude.Â
Word Count:Â 1k+
Warnings: Raunchy language? Idk itâs gonna be some spicy dialogue or whatever
A/N: So this is my first time ever dipping my way into this side of tumblr so bear with me. i tried to keep the readerâs description vague beyond a few specifics (full lips, curly hair, brown eyes), body type is kept vague on purpose. and the dividers are by @firefly-graphicsâ
âThe hell you mean they got girlâs dancing on the bar and putting their titties in your face?â Angel questions incredulously as Coco tells him about the bar he found himself stumbling into the other night. At first the Mayan was prepared to keep it his little secret, but after a couple visits he couldnât hold onto the secret any longer.Â
âLook man, just shut up and come with us tonight. See for yourself.â Coco replied, taking a drag from the joint between his lips with a shrug. He wasnât going to beg Angel to come along, heâd already convinced Gilly, EZ, and a few others to come along since Bishop had given them some down time that evening. âItâs not like you got a old lady to answer to, you might as well come with us man.â Coco said, earning himself a dirty look from Angel for the comment. It wasnât in the manâs plans to go anywhere but to his house for some sleep, but if there was a new bar in town that had even half of what Coco had boasted about then there was no way he wouldnât be going.Â
âWhatever man, just let me know when yâall wanna meet up and Iâll be there.â He finally said, ignoring the smug grin on Cocoâs face as he relented and gave up on his plans of solitude and sleep. Angel didnât know it yet, but going to the bar would be one of the best decisions of his life.
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