#Reina Rules

[i-create-chaos]

So you don’t wanna eat trees? Fine. Eat a highlighter instead, it has more nutritious value.

~ thy mother/niece (what the hell is going on)

But I could use the highlighter to high light unrelated information in text books :(

Ive no children! I have a mother (@shakespeare-official-account) but that is it.

[alllll-aboard]

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

-flowersbythebridge

Emmet picks at a spare thread on his chair, refusing to meet Reina’s worried gaze. Eating. Emmet hasn’t been eating, has he? It’s been all coffee and the occasional bite of a bagel, if he can manage it. He can’t manage much nowadays, not with his stomach in knots most every night.

“I am Emmet,” he murmurs, somewhat ashamed that he became so noticeable as to worry Reina, “and I am. . . fine. I ate this morning.”

He ate an old gummy worm from a pack on the counter, a mindless thing he just did. Then berated himself about because the worms were Ingo’s, and he’d be mad if Emmet ate them while he was. . . gone.

[nerice]

lightly editing tge and remembering how fucking annoying chess's speech style is. no contractions no adverbs and thank fucking god i dropped his third person self-referral for the screenplay because fucking HELL otherwise

[uniformbravo]

bocchi the rock going the extra mile to mess w one of their songs so the drums are off beat and the vocals are off key so the characters' flubbed performance actually sounds rough 👌👌👌👌👌👀💯✔✔👀👌👀💯🔥🔥🔥

[linagram]

Its board game night (INCLUDING the guards, no matter how much eiji bitches about it) who's winning, and who's flipping the board?

ohh, this is an interesting question actually! :O

i'll just rate all of my ocs from those who are the worst at playing board games to those who are the best at it

12. Shun (Poor boy doesn't understand what's going on. Too much to memorize. Too much to do. He's so confused, he will just let others win)

11. Miki (First of all, she's just like Shun and gets confused easily, it's also very hard for her to understand the game's rules. Second of all, she just lacks that competitive spirit and she prefers to let others win, because "all of them deserve to have fun")

10. Asahi (If something goes wrong, he just throws a tantrum. Also, he's just bad at playing board games, so yeah, it will be very hard for others to calm him down)

9. Aimi (She's just so happy that she can play board games with someone that she ends up paying no attention at all to the actual game. She has friends now!! They're all having fun!! Oh no, she lost. Oh well..)

8. Yurika (The thing is.. she's not even bad at playing games like that. She's actually pretty good at it. Her luck is just really bad and she ends up getting distracted/losing to people who don't even care about the game that much/etc. She pretends that everything is fine, but literally everyone can feel how angry she really is)

7. Eiji (He hates this whole thing and he believes that the prisoners shouldn't be allowed to play together like this, but eventually he agrees to do it because Miki asked him to join them. Also, he will do anything to make Kei lose and it doesn't help that Eiko keeps saying things like "I'm sure if somebody is going to win, it will be Guard-san~" He ends up losing though.)

6. Naomi (Pretty good at board games! It's not like she's an expert, but she's not that bad either. When younger characters like Miki or Aimi lose, she tries to calm them down and gives them candy to cheer them up, but when it comes to Asahi.. she's trying so hard not to laugh at him.)

5. Reina (Literally couldn't care less about the final result. She's just here to have fun, even though she claims that she actually has this secret evil plan to make everyone lose. However, even though she doesn't even try that hard, she almost ends up winning)

4. Kei (Actually good at them! He enjoys seeing everyone's reactions when they lose (especially his own brother's) and he suggests that they make this game even harder. He loses right after they change the rules)

3. Riku (He knows a lot about board games because he used to play them with his family often, so he has experience. Probably loses because it suddenly becomes harder for him to focus on the game after Miki saying that she believes in him.)

2. Akio (He almost wins, but here's the thing. This guy is smart, but his luck? Isn't so good. So no matter how good his strategy is, he will lose at the very last moment because of something stupid, but very important. Will just sit there and try not to cry after that)

1. Eiko (Like Reina, she doesn't care about the game at all, but she ends up winning exactly because of how calm she is. She's not particularly happy about her victory, but she accepts it. After seeing Akio's reaction, she pats him on the head and says that he did great. She jokes that she would kiss him on the cheek as a reward but he's a little too young for her and also Sanada brothers are watching)

[onmywaytofanfic]

UNTOLD: Chapter 7: Arrival (ShinoxOC)

Sorry for the small post...

The train decreased its speed once he entered closer to the station. Reina left the bathroom and luck decided that she should encountered Shino right in front of her. His face said everything, pale and long, has he been crying to? She knew him, and he seldom let his feelings rumble outside his sturdy face. Although, she has seen his smile and some tears but… when they laugh together until the tears burst out of their eyes. She wrinkled her whole face as an effort not to smile at him to make him comfortable, or to avoid the tears that wanted to fall. However, he moved his lips, just a tiny bit. Her face was hilarious, the kind of face that she made when she wanted something but did not want to say it. They did not say nothing and kept walking their own paths.

She went outside with her big bag in one hand and the tiny backpack. She rushed over his dad once she saw him, dropping the bag on one side while hugging him as hard as she could. Takeo was never afraid to show affection towards his daughter, her little ladybug as he called her. He pressed her towards him with his arm and what was left of his right arm. He smelled her hair while letting some bugs rumble outside his skin, his hive greeting her as well. “You still smell like blueberries” muttered. She gave him a smile, however his turn into a grimace “You have cried” his face was up immediately looking for her siblings to demand some explanations to them.

“I haven’t” her father’s cold look was everything that she needed to remind silent. You never mess with Takeo or his daughter. Shiori appeared in the multitude. Takeo’s footsteps were smooth, fast, and unheard. Shiori did not notice their uncle until he was literally over them “What has happened?” his deep voice startled them “Who?What?Where? What?” Shiori tried to focus their eyes on their uncle, their little sister just behind him holding her bag and her face clearly begging a “Please do not tell, please, please” Shiori looked over their uncle shoulder, well they tried because he was almost 2 metres of a man. “So…dear uncle…” Their eyes flash with evilness, Reina got the message, they were about to set a bomb for her. She tried to rush some vivid words to catch her father’s attention, but they were faster” So why are we talking about Reina’s tears precisely? Shouldn’t you ask your daughter’s friend?”

“BITCH” it came from Reina’s deep voice. She looked at them “I hate you” They let their white teeth shine with anticipation for what was about to happened “Oh no dear, you set this fire yourself now be a grown up and put it off” muttered in a harsh voice to their sister. “I am going to” “To what Reina?” oh,oh no ladybug? She was in danger. Her father’s eyes, although hidden under the shades were on fire. “What has this boy done to you?” he pushed the word boy out of his mouth as if it was a flaming pepper, with hatred and vile. “Nothing” his daughter’s word mean nothing. His eyes fixed on Reina. He grabbed her with his only arm. His father was a scary man, that was for sure for everyone who saw him. Tall as a tree with his hood covering his basalt hair with those different shades of black and grey, those sharp lines that made his head look fierce and edged; only to be greeted with that thin nose and those eyes…under those shades she, as his relative, has been able to see those eyes. Black as a beetle, not a single shade of any other colour; her granpa had a subtle blueish undertone like her greatgrandpa, but her father was all black.

Missing one arm from his elbow down did help to achieve this menacing look, from behind his broad shoulders and back may be mistake him for a wardrobe. Strong, fierce, and overprotective upon his only child, and the only proof that someone ever loved him deep enough to bring into this dying and decaying world a part of their own love. He heard the buzzing, smelled the Aburame’s. He turned himself back over his heels, his hood went down, and you could see his wild and untamed hair. Shibi sensed his presence, almost instinctively he became the head of the little group that were his children and Torune’s fiancée. He set both feet firmly on the ground, he may be mad at his son, and he was mad at his daughter.

“Greetings Aburames”

“Thank you Takeo”

It was already set.

[con-amor-tureina]

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[bongsillustrations]

Reina Maid

[lars-canyon]

T8 – 02-03-24 – Waters [Steve] vs Fennel (Reina)

Hangar Rules on Rebel Hangar

[iridessence]

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[tarjapearce]

Okay, what if— bare with me-

Miguel is eating out mama, it’s the middle of the night and they’re going at it quietly when one of the kids wakes up and knocks on their confused to why there can hear mama whining and worried whether she’s okay or not

🫣🫣🫣🫠

Please write it I’m going feral

Ah the kiddos ~ 🤭

Bit of nsfw undercut

Hope you like it, nonny ✨

Your fingers clenched on the sheets, knuckles turned white the more he pressed his mouth on that sweet little nub his tongue was devouring without a truce.

Miguel didn't need to explain how much he had missed you, your touch, your taste all over his mouth, the way your thighs wrapped around his neck to trap him in place, for him to keep going.

And he would, he had to beg for a taste, with a single condition.

Keep it quiet.

So far he was committed to his end of the agreement, giving occasional grunts that melted into mind numbing vibrations on your throbbing nub. His nostrils often blew air after lapping and devouring a specific part of your flesh. He kept it quiet.

But God, his tongue was set into making you break your own rule. Specially when his mouth cupped your whole slit and tasted like a starved man while his hands squeezed and massaged your thighs.

An exhale escaped through your clenched teeth, but your throat immediately constricted to muffle an incoming moan

"M-Miguel"

Your trembling voice hiccuped, he was far from being done and you were already melting in his mouth.

Be it the lack of sex for the past months due to Rosie's needs, and his job that added itself to the list as another cockblocker.

"I missed you, mi amor"

He hummed at your hushed and needy words and your head lolled back, his fingers squished open your folds further, exposing as much skin as possible to delve a languid and tortuous lick on your clit.

A whimper.

Good. He was on the right track.

Big palms pushed your thighs upwards while his thumbs kept your glistening folds parted, exposing his delicious prize even further.

Your hands immediately flew to your mouth covering a sudden wail as his lips trapped your clit and pursed to suck in slow yet powerful motions.

His hazed smirk deepened upon feeling your spine arching, and your thighs trembling.

"You're fucking delicious, mi reina"

Fuck silence, it felt too good to no let your husband know his performance was absolutely majestic.

"Please, please-"

You mumbled in slurred moans, even sunk your hand on his head, to then tangle your fingers in his silky smooth strands.

"R-Right there" you croaked between shaky moans. You really tried to keep it low, but it was impossible cause he loved eating every single meal you prepared for him, but you were his absolute favorite. There was no discussion about it.

His mouth belonged to none else but you, and he let you guide him. You finally stopped him on that spot that had your mouth open, gasping and gaping for air.

A delicious spark ran through your body, to finally set ablaze that fire that consumed you through like a wildfire; pushing you to the most pleasurable of abyss that earned him a delicious yet loud mewl of his name.

A proud and shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

"Mama?" Benjamin's sleepy yet concerned voice echoed in the other side.

His hand immediately covered your mouth as your body fell apart underneath him, muffling your little cries. Eyes wide as they darted towards the door.

"Told you to keep quiet, mi amor."

You were too high on pleasure to even reply.

With a quick kiss he stood and fixed his erection underneath his pants and draped the sheets over you. Then, he wiped his mouth and went to the door to open it.

Benjamin's head craned to meet his Papa's gaze. A tinge of red on his nose, as if he was about to cry out of concern.

"Is Mama ok?"

"Of course she is, Campeón. She was having a bad dream."

"I heard her crying." Benjamin peeked his head out of the door frame to see a tucked in you.

"See? She's fine. Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

His boy nodded and went to his room. Miguel quickly washed his hands and face to soothe the flush in his skin.

Then tucked in Benjamin and returned to the room and locked the door. His red eyes set into you.

Your head snapped to him, and the crawl in your skin felt delicious. You knew he was far from being over with you.

"The kids will hear" you warned with a smirk in your lips as he prowled his way to you, removing the sheets out of your overheated body.

He shook his head and removed his clothes.

"They'll hear you, but don't worry. I'll keep you quiet."

His thumb outlined your lips and he kissed you deeply.

"Where did we left off?"

[i-create-chaos]

Eat trees :3

No :3

[alllll-aboard]

A slightly frazzled woman with blue hair nervously approaches, phone in hand.

“Excuse me?” she says, tentative hope lacing her voice. She holds up the phone and turns it to show a photo of a happy looking giant blue beetle. “Have you seen this heracross?”

———

(World appropriate “have you seen this dog” from the prompt list. XD

~Spark💥

Emmet straightens his posture when approached by a passenger. The poor woman looks stressed, maybe even near tears as she shows him a photograph of a Heracross. His mind instantly replays all that has happened today, but alas no remembrance of a Heracross is there to recall.

"I have not." Emmet says, sad despite his monotone. "If your Pokémon is lost, then let's look! I will radio the other Depot Agents at once!"

The last thing he wants is a trainer and a Pokémon to be separated unwillingly! He whips out his radio to broadcast the alert.

"We will find your Heracross!" Emmet tells the woman as he readies his alert. "Alert 401, lost Heracross. Keep an eye out!"

[quaintii]

Beg for Me.

Warnings: breeding kink, fangs kink, bdsm, sub!Miguel, Dom-fem!reader, teasing, edging, dirty talking, smut smut smut, using Miguel for your own pleasure, etc

Summary: you and Miguel try out something different for once.

You had Miguel strapped from his wrists on the bed frame and his legs on the corners of the bed with your webs, he couldn’t get out of them because your webs were extremely durable. You were enjoying this new view of him, it aroused you because you felt in complete control, you were finally capable of teasing him. Most of the time, Miguel usually had the upper hand during sex. You practically begged him to switch roles and try something new for the both of you. Miguel had some black loose sweatpants with a loose gray-shirt. “I mean seriously, what are you going to do? I look ridiculous right now.” He said, letting out a groan. “I mean I haven’t even started yet..so there’s more yet to come.” You said while heading inside the bathroom to change into kinky lingerie. Miguel loves it when you dress up all dolly for him, when he sees you exit the bathroom, he can’t remove his eyes off your body. “Ay mi reina,  are you trying to tease me now? That won't work on me, mi tesoro.” He smirks. 

You strut your way to the bed, palming his chest. “Y de que sabes eso tu, Miguel? Hoy te voy hacer mío..” (“And what do you know, Miguel? i’m going to make you mine.”)You place yourself on top of his lower abdomen, giving him slow, passionate kisses. You wanted to hear Miguel to beg for more taste of you, so you cut off the kiss. You lower your hips to his crotch, you begin slowly teasing him by straddling your hips against his. You let out small groans as you feel him hardening, you look in his low hooded eyes with his parted lips, just craving every inch of your pussy engulfing his cock. “Ya te quiero devorar, guapa…dios mio, no me puedo controlar cuando estoy contigo.” Miguel tries his best to buck his hips to get more friction to feel your soaked pussy. You continued humping him, clothed. 

His bulge rubbed on your clit simultaneously. Your breathing started heaving, wanting for more and wanting to give into complete submission but no, this time was different. You moved your body to his knees, removed his sweatpants to ankle length.

“God, you’re so fucking big, amor.” You slur as you kiss the head of his tip, making him shiver and groans which emit more arousal to your cunt. You sloppily lick his balls, cupping them into your hands and licking his dick up and down. “Mierda, ya basta con estos juegos..” He said while he stared down at you (Fuck, stop with these games..”)  “This is my turn to play, Miguelito.” You say and you take his length inside of your warm mouth. Miguel rolls his eyes back as you bob your head up and down on his cock, slurping him up like a popsicle. Hearing his groans makes your cunt beg for some friction so you grind your pussy on his legs. He bumps his lips on your cunt, making you moan. 

“Keep sucking my dick like that, mi tesoro.” He groaned. His cock kept twitching whenever your throat would suck him even deeper, your throat emitting moans tightened your mouth around his length. You feel his cock start twitching inside of your mouth, knowing he’s close so you remove your mouth from his length. “Fuck! Why did you fucking do that, I was getting close.” He said disappointedly. “Yo hago las reglas, mi vida. Me gusta usar tu cuerpo.” (I make the rules, my love. I love using your body.”) You remove your bra and underwear and settle your soaked cunt on top of Miguel’s mouth.

“Suck my pussy, Miguel. I want you to devour me, eat me out..fuck..” You moan as Miguel sucks your clit and licks your pussy, nibbling on the lips. You toy with your breasts,  mendling with your nipples which makes you more sensitive. 

Slurping sounds and moans are all that’s heard, you buck your cunt deeper onto Miguel’s face, riding it. His nose touches your clit, making you arch your back. He slides his warm tongue inside your cunt, eating you out like you wanted. You started riding his face so hard, he couldn’t breathe but couldn’t care less because he wanted to make you cum. “Mhmmf, fu-fuck Miguel, I’m a-almo-” You were cut off by a sharp snap which sends your blood rushing to your cunt, making you spasm and squish Miguel’s head more. His tongue still lapped on your cunt which made you become overstimulated, making you mumble over your words. 

You held your hands on the bed frame, holding yourself up and trying not to completely flop on top of Miguel. You feel another orgasm approaching, your hips impulsively riding back and forth to stimulate your clit more and ride out your orgasm. Your back arched as you keep your pussy spasm and pulse uncontrollably as you choke on your moans, a couple of tears streaming down your face. “Mhmmf..nghn..” You finally lay back and let your orgasm take over your body, making you numb. Miguel’s face was streaked with your juices. “Sabes tan rica, chiquita.” (“You taste so good, little one.”) He said as he licked his lips, savoring your juices. 

Miguel wants to take control over you, his animalistic side wants to devour you whole and have you beg and whine under his cock, deep inside your cunt. His cock is hungry for some attention, twitching uncontrollably because he desperately wants to feel your touch. 

His tip being red angry and the rest of his length deep brown. Pre-cum leaking out of his tip, you lick a bit of it off and he leans his head back on top  of the pillow. He’s so touch-deprived at this point. “Corazon, please let me fuck your fucking pussy already..” He said in short sighs. “Beg for it, bebe. I want you to fucking beg for me to suck your big cock inside of my wet pussy.” You say while you stare at him, only having lust in your eyes.

 “Por favor ma…quiero tu cono..te quiero saber todo tu cuerpo. Porfa cariño, yo ya no guanto.” (“Please ma, I want your cunt..I want to taste all of your body. Please sweetheart, I can’t take it anymore.”) Miguel said gruffly. “Lo que tu quieres, Miguel..” (“Whatever you want, Miguel..”)

You slam yourself on top of his cock, all of the air in your lungs leaving. The both of you moan and lean your heads back. Miguel bit his lips hard enough to draw blood. He seemed to harden and grow even more inside of your pussy, pulsing and twitching. He tries bucking his hips up to feel more of you but he can’t really make any movement so you lay your hands on his chest, moving your hips with a steady pace. Your plushy, soft walls mold into his cock. Your pussy melting and devouring all of him, his dick hitting that soft, gushy spot that had you wailing and moaning.

Making Miguel beg for you to cum around his dick, for the both of you to cum together. You both kept moaning, the atmosphere becoming hot as sweat droplets ran across your body and Miguel’s chest. You leaned onto his chest, making his dick reach deeper than ever. Your head leans back and your eyes go to the back of your skull, your mouth agape. SIlently crying as your moans keep choking on your throat. You grabbed a hold on his hair and the kiss was hungry, desperate. You kept eating each other's mouths off, your tongues swirling. You felt yourself coming to a close and you wanted Miguel to take control of you, to thrust his cum deep inside of your womb so you cut off your webs and Miguel immediately carried you chest to chest in a Nelson position. Your ankles resting on his shoulders as one of his hands landed on your hips, the other rubbing circles on your pussy. 

You couldn’t catch your breath as you kept letting out loud, strained moans. Tears trickling down your face, Miguel grabbing your chin to face him. The hot skin to skin contact makes you both groan in pleasure. Your cunt kept clenching around his cock whenever he would whine while nibbling on your ears and sinking his fangs in your neck. “Cum for me, princess. Cum with me, I want to pump my cum inside of you and make a baby of your sweet pussy. F-fuck, s’good babe…you’re s’tight around my cock.” He moaned into your ears, which finally made you explode with euphoric pleasure. Your body stood twitched and more tears came out of your eyes as the orgasm took over your whole system. Miguel still kept his pace as he thrusted a couple more times inside of your pussy, making your fingernails dig deep enough on his back, drawing out blood and leaving bruises for later. He finally came inside of your cunt, painting your soft, plushy walls, white.

~ 

A/N: Writing this literally made my pussy throb ☠️, hope you guys enjoyed this! Please leave more suggestions for me in my request box! I can do other characters too!! <3

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[fieldsofwriting]

Hi, in game i always found it very cute when our character spend all days running around/is always in a rush, but always stop to talk to our favorites npc

How would the love interest react to this ? If they realise the very busy farmer is always making time for them, even if they are in a rush, they will always stop to talk to the LI.

This is so cute, oh my gosh!! Here are the headcannons! :3 (under the cut)

Celine:

She watches everyday as you run out of your Farm and stop to greet her in the flower patch.

She thinks it’s so sweet how you make time to talk to everyone in the town.

She thinks it’s even sweeter when you’ve clearly been running around all day, but she hears your voice call her name and offer her a gift.

When she tells Adeline and Reina about it, they’re all giggly blushing messes.

She never wants to bother you as you’re running around, but she does always hope you’ll stop and talk to her.

Once you guys are in an established relationship, it’s her favorite part of the day. Mostly because you come up and kiss her cheek, ask her about her day and you always make time for her.

Balor:

Similar to Celine, he sees you run up every morning. He can’t help but admire the way you wake up with a pep in your step- or at least it seems.

When you stop to talk to him, he appreciates that you try to make it brief. But in truth he would talk to you for hours.

He also adores how you run up to him after a day in the mines to pass off any jewels you got.

He wants to squish your cheeks and tell you to stop being so good.

After you’ve gotten into an established relationship, whenever you try and run off with a dismissive, “Sorry, sorry! Time is money!” He pulls you back into him and frowns. “Money can’t buy happiness.”

Ryis:

When he sees you running around, he can’t help but smile. Knowing that you’re doing your best to help Mistria. But then- you take time for him???

It makes his heart flutter, watching you skid to a stop to talk to him.

He will listen to you about anything and everything. He doesn’t care if it’s just about what you caught today, or saw in the mines.

After you guys are in a relationship, he’ll slowly start to guide you toward the Inn to get you something to eat. Mostly so you can keep talking to him.

And sometimes he’ll see you running around, call your name and when you turn around he’ll run up and give you a quick kiss. “Come find me later? I wanna hear about your day.”

March:

We all know that he would pretend not to care.

But in truth? He cares. so. much.

He knows your footsteps and looks over before you say hello, letting out a sigh. “What.” “Just came to say hi!” “Well don’t waste your time.”

But you do, and he loves it. He eats it up.

He’s laying in bed, just thinking about you and how cute you look when you say hello and GAH HES GNAWING AT HIS PILLOW.

He would try so hard to ‘not care’ but the second you don’t say hi to him he is OFFENDED.

After an established relationship is formed, if you don’t say hi he will walk to your farm and demand a hello and a kiss.

If you don’t give him his kisses he will pout. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

“March, what are you doing here?” “You didn’t say hi today.” “March, we’re going on a date later?” “and? I need my kisses y/n.”

but you roll your eyes and oblige.

Reina:

At first, she probably thinks it’s just cause you get free soup at the inn. which is a perk- but not the only reason you say hi.

It’s when you find her outside the inn that gets her heart fluttery.

You actually…don’t just want the soup? You wanna talk to her???

She would tell Celine and Adeline and they’d all giggle about it.

She loves when you bring in veggies for her to try to make stuff with though. Or anything really! Any of your foreageabples, fish, etc.

After an established relationship she would always have a meal ready for you, and make you sit to eat. She knows what you get up to in a day, and she will make sure you have enough food to eat for it.

But you’ll always drop by and give her a kiss, tell her you’ll see her later and drop by again after dinner.

It melts her heart every time.

A/N: I didn’t do the everyone so just let me know if you want someone specific!! This has just been sitting in my drafts forever 💀 I just started school up so i’m probably gonna get slower with all of it

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝘅 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — a prophecy has tied you to the feathered serpent god before you had even existed. now, it’s time to come home.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. possessive behavior. near death experience. smut; penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie (lots of cum bc i'm disgusting), breeding kink.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — this has to be the most excited i've been for a fic in a long time 🥹 i had a blast including a little bit of my culture's superstitions and lore. my sincerest apologies for any inaccurate yucatec maya translations, i used a translator website. the song the reader sings is "daughter of the sea" by sharm. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

⁀➷ “anak” - child.

⁀➷ “po” - a respectful term with no direct translation used when talking to someone of higher rank than you such as elders or your boss.

⁀➷ “mag ingat ka” - “be careful.”

⁀➷ “ka’a suku’un u?” - “cousin?”

⁀➷ “ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.” - "come with me to find the king."

⁀➷ "in yakunaj" - "my love"

⁀➷ "in k'áaté" - my one and only.

⁀➷ "le ba'alo' leti'e" - that is her.

⁀➷ "bienvenido tin wotoch ti', in reina." - "welcome my queen."

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD REMEMBER, the ocean was your safe haven.

While others strayed from its depths for fear of the unknown, of the creatures that could be lurking down there, you had always been curious to know. There had always been an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched when it came to your love for the water. You frequented your local beach nearly every day, wandering aimlessly until you grew tired. Unlike others your age, your life was one of solitude. To an extent, you were content with it, for the ocean was your companion. It never judged you and always welcomed you. It listened when you spoke, carrying your worries far from you never to be seen again.

Nowadays, to your heart’s discontent, the ocean was not enough.

You were lonely. Truly lonely and feeling what it was like to be so for the very first time in your life. There were nights you stared into the abyss; eyes watery as you wished to drown in it. To be embraced by the one thing that was consistent in your life. Would you feel less alone then?

─

From the deepest point of the very sea you gazed into, the heart of a God grew heavy. K’uk’ulkan loved his people, adored them with every fiber of his body. Each and every one of the faces of those he ruled, dead and alive, were imprinted in his soul permanently. Every step he took was taken with them in mind. He prided himself for being a good leader, for doing everything and anything possible to keep his nation safe. After the events leading up to the alliance with the Wakandans, however, he did not know if that pride was deserved. He had made mistakes; misplaced his trust and allowed two of his own to die right in their very home. Namora, as loyal as she was, began to question his decisions. He was alone in bearing this burden with no one to rest his head on at night from the heaviness of the day.

What pained him the most? He knew he shouldn’t be alone.

He recalled the day he and his mother had been read the prophecy when he was a child clearly. The emotions he felt upon hearing those words spoken into existence were still fresh. There was someone for him. Just for him, and him alone.

“For His fealty, the First Son of Talokan shall be given a gift from the Gods; a descendant from the Heavens, a child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress. For as long as He shall live, She shall rule the seas by His side.”

Years passed. Those years slowly faded into decades. After the passing of his beloved mother, it became difficult differentiating when those decades turned into centuries. Still, there were no signs of his soulmate. His people knew of the prophecy. K’uk’ulkan was all too aware of the anticipation his children felt as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their queen. Yet, she never came.

He grew angry at the so called Gods for turning on their promise – at her. Where was she? he’d hiss. My people, our people, have come dangerously close to being discovered. I have nearly died defending them all alone. My wings have been ripped from my flesh. Why isn’t she here? The prophecy meant nothing to him anymore. Just as he was naïve when he entrusted Princess Shuri with seeing his home, he was blindly foolish for believing in a fairytale.

Namor was without love in more ways than one.

─

You didn’t remember falling asleep. There was no explanation as to how you ended up perilously close to the edge of the water, the violent thrash of waves serving as a warning to you. Still, you remained completely still as fear immobilized you. You racked your brain for any recollections of your previous actions. Nothing came up. You couldn’t remember anything after you came home from the market.

Nothing, that is, aside from a single voice.

It cooed to you, whispered your name like it had waited a thousand millennia to taste it upon its tongue. Sang to you like you were its favorite person in the entire universe.

Come to me.

Come home.

In yakunaj.

In k’áate’.

Come home.

Taking a moment to steady your breathing, you slowly stepped away from the ledge before rushing back home. As you tucked yourself into bed that night, you tried your best to bury what had just transpired. You sought out every possibility – rational and irrational – that could have resulted in your odd behavior. You always went to the beach, maybe you just wandered there after dinner out of habit. Perhaps something went wrong with the batch of your usual tea and an ingredient that causes cognitive dysfunction was accidentally added to it. Maybe tomorrow morning you will wake up to a news report about your batch being recalled from all stores.

The explanation you vied for never came.

As time persisted, so did the bouts of blacking out, regaining consciousness, and finding yourself near the ocean. Each time, you got closer and closer to its waters. Every day after the next, you would feel the fatigue in your muscles from all of the walking. And yet, it did not stop you. You always found your way back to the ocean. It didn’t matter if you walked into ongoing traffic or if a concerned neighbor physically restrained you, the pull was stronger. Shamefully, you began to avoid leaving your home altogether. You couldn’t bear to face the condemnatory looks you were bound to receive. Whatever those in your area thought of you, you didn’t want to know. You were afraid enough of what you were becoming.

When you wake up from the next spell, you were waist deep in the ocean. Shivering as your thin nightgown stuck to your skin. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you salvaged any and all body heat. The gravity of your circumstances hit you all at once. Biting your lip, you held back your tears as your turned around and began making your way out of the water hastily. Just as your bare feet touched the white sand, you caught the eyes of the elderly woman who lived closed by. The two of you had never spoken, but her presence as a resident was always acknowledged.

“Sorry, po,” You spoke sheepishly, a polite and apologetic smile on your face.

Her expression was grave as she stared at you wordlessly. Silence stretched between the both of you and just as you were about to walk away, she harshly spat one single word.

“Magindara.”

Before you could seek clarification, she was back inside her small hut, the door slamming behind her acrimoniously. The only proof that the interaction with her was even real was the residual sting of her hostility and rage. Her persecution was the straw to break the camel’s back. Unable to maintain your resolve any longer, you fell to your knees and began to you’re your hands clutching at your chest in hopes to alleviate the pain. Humiliation, terror, anxiousness, and frustration were just a few of the emotions you were feeling. Even then, they were just the tip of the iceberg. As you cried to yourself, sand sticking to your wet limbs uncomfortably, you longed for nothing but someone to wrap you up in their arms – for someone to tell you that for once, everything would be okay. Just this once, you craved a life outside of isolation.

Once your breathing evened out, you stood up and leisurely began to talk along the shore. Soothing yourself in the only way you knew how, you began to softly sing.

“Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea. ‘Beware’ I heard him cry. His words carried upon the ocean breeze, as he sank beneath the tide.”

Namora watched acutely as the quill in her king’s hands abruptly dropped to the floor. The warrior waited for the moment he would pick it up off of the ground and continue with his painting, but it never came.

“K’uk’ulkan?”

She received no response. His eyes held an indecipherable expression, one far away from the present.

“Ka’a suku’un u?” Namora repeated, her tone now carrying concern.

The King of Talokan turned to her for a split second before he stormed out of the room with speed she had never witnessed from him before. Namora was hot on his feathered heels, but the second she dived into the water, her cousin was nowhere to be seen.

“Attuma!” She bellowed. “Ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.”

K’uk’ulkan was stunned when he first heard it – the most beautiful sound to grace his ears. He was livid with himself for being unable to find a better word to describe the voice, for “beautiful” was such an understatement that it was borderline insulting. Without hesitation, he followed it. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know where it was coming from or who it even belonged to, he needed to find it. It called to him, turned him into a man possessed as he soared through the waters restlessly to get to it.

His head broke the surface, and that’s when he saw its owner – her. His soulmate.

She was the most exquisite living being he had ever laid his eyes upon. A gift from the heavens she was. Her beauty made him dizzy, his knees growing weak as he took in his beloved’s features. He admired her as she outstretched her arms, cupping the moon in her delicate palms. It paled in comparison to her. Everything did. Nothing could possibly compare. He remained paralyzed as she continued to sing, a foreign feeling settling in his stomach.

“Why this? Why this, oh Daughter of the Sea? Why this? Why did you forget your seaside days? Always the pride of our nation’s eyes, how could she go astray?”

The words of her melody pierced his heart. They reflected their journey far too accurately to be a coincidence. Did she know that she had always been destined for him? To be loved by the entire nation of Talokan? His lids fell shut slowly as he basked in her harmonies, feeling tranquil at last.

“I heard, I heard, across the moonlit seas, the old voice warning me. Beware, beware, the Daughter of the Sea. Beware, beware…of me.”

Namor studied her face as her song ended. He noted her red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. Her damp nightgown stuck to her body tantalizingly. The despair in her hypnotizing voice was palpable. All of the wrath and resentment he had once harbored dissipated. Oh, my love. I have longed for you too. He could do nothing as he watched you turn your back to him from above, only pray for another encounter. He rose entirely from the sea, the wings on his ankles fluttering in the air as he watched her in the sky until she was safe in her abode. A quiet splash could be heard from under him. Attuma and Namora stared up at him expectedly.

“Le ba’alo’ leti’e’.”

He nodded slowly, eyes burning holes in the spot where she once stood.

“A human?” Attuma questioned, his voice rigid.

Namor shook his head.

“’A child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress’.” Namor quoted the prophecy directly. “Bulan was a deity the heavens sent to the ocean to protect the moon from sea monsters. She is a siren; they are descendants of Bulan.”

“What is she doing on the surface?” Namora chimed in.

The king frowned, his fists clenching at his sides as he longed to feel her touch.

“She is lost.”  

─

Returning to the beach after the unpleasant encounter with the elderly woman who lived on its grounds probably wasn’t the most sensible decision. In your defense, however, nothing in your life was sensible nowadays.

Magindara was what she called you. A whole day’s worth of research, hundreds of Google searches, and several life crises later, you found out what it meant – siren. A subspecies of mermaids that were known for being especially vicious. You wanted to badly to laugh it off, to chuck it up to her being a senile old woman, but that was not an option. To do so would be like ignoring statistics. The facts of your life were laid out clearly; there was a connection between you and the ocean. A connection so strong that it bewitched you – mind, body, and soul. There were no traceable origins you could use to refute the woman’s claims. Afterall, you had no family. There was nothing more to do than return to the very place that could give you answers.

Your eyes darted everywhere in search of the familiar head of silvery locks. Once identified, you ran to her.

“Excuse me, po?” You called desperately, your eyes begging her for something. Anything. “What…what am I?”

She stared at you with a severe expression on her aged features.

“The man from the sea with wings on his ankles. Mag ingat ka, anak. He’s coming for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Could you expla—”

“Do not come back here.” She warned. “He will drag you down with him.”

With that being said, she entered her home and slammed the door in your face for the second time. Vexation filled you as you were met with another dead end. A man from the sea with wings on his ankles. What the hell was that alluding to? Did the elderly have to always speak in riddles? Were you in danger? Why was he after you?

You dragged your feet as you trudged home dejectedly. You were already exhausted, not sleeping a wink once you returned home after your stint last night. Sleep was unfathomable considering you were haunted by unanswered questions. Once you crossed the threshold of your bedroom, however, you could no longer ignore your body’s need for rest. Flopping down on your bed, you shut your eyes and instantaneously succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

That night was the last time you slept in your own bed.

The beach was eerily quiet, void of the usual sound of waves crashing against the shore. Seemingly, the ocean yielded to you, it’s queen, the second you stepped foot in its territory, entranced and guided by a single voice.

Come home. Come to me.

Your feet carried you to a cliff high above the sparkling midnight waters.

My love. My soulmate.

Home. You needed to come home. It was time. 

Come home.

Just a couple of more steps.

Come home.

This is your destiny. Fulfill it. Fulfill the prophecy.

Come home.

With that, you took one final step off the cliff and prepared yourself to plunder into the deep waters. Your feet were only in the air for a brief moment before a pair of strong arms caught you midair. Upon physical contact, you snapped from your trance with a sharp gasp, your heart pounding in your chest as you began to panic.

A deep, gentle voice lulled you. It was then that you finally registered who it belonged to. The being who had saved you was the epitome is beauty. Everything about him exuded regality from the air of confidence and ease he carried himself with, to the adornments on his muscular body. A large gold and jade neck plate took up the most space on his expansive chest. Ropes of auriferous shells and opalescent-like pearls hung around his neck. Gilded cuffs were locked around his biceps, wrists, and ankles. You quickly noted the alabaster wings fluttering away attached to them, the very wings responsible for suspending the both of you in the air. Your eyes trailed to his delicately pointed ears, embellished with jewels just like the rest of him. The only clothing he sported was a pair of emerald shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The walls of muscle that were his thighs were on full display, the muscles of a man built to withstand the brutality of the ocean.

This was the man the elderly woman was speaking about. The man from the sea with feathers on his ankles.

That revelation should have scared you. Every alarm in your body should have gone off.

Escaping him should have been the only thing occupying your mind. You should have kicked and screamed until your throat was raw and bloody.

But you did no such thing.

Instead, it was the way he looked at you, gazing at you with the most intense smolder in his eyes that occupied your attention. He gazed at you with pure wonder, and held you delicately yet fiercely in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the entire world. Instinctively, you placed your hands on his bare chest, mindlessly tracing the dew drops sticking to his golden skin. The beautiful man shivered beneath your touch.

“500 years I have waited for you.” He whispered reverently.

Your mouth opened, prepared for a response that never came. Instead, your vision went dark.

─

You woke up to hushed voices and heedful, diligent hands. One set of hands languidly brushed your hair away from your face. Another daintily shimmied clothing onto your body once they were finished drying you off with the velvetiest cloth to ever touch your skin. The last set secured what you assumed was jewelry onto your wrists, neck, and ears. Upon opening your eyes, your assumption was correct. The dress on your body was stunning, embroidered with hundreds of crystalline beads. The jewels on your wrists alone were probably worth more than what you had made in your entire life.

The women who stood above you were unlike you had ever seen before. Their skin was a brilliant shade of cerulean. Vibrant, yet pleasantly understated. Masks covered their mouths and noses, but you could still see the bright smiles behind them.

“Hello,” You greeted shyly. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Each of them let out a small cry, their eyes welling up with tears as they bowed earnestly.

“Bienvenido tin wotoch ti’, in reina.” They spoke warmly in unison, forming a gesture with their hands at you respectfully. Their mother tongue was foreign to you, but not for long. As if you had spoken it your entire life, your mind made quick work of interpreting it.

Welcome home, my queen.

Once again, you were puzzled. You had no idea where you were or who exactly that man was and why he had taken you here. You obviously hadn’t a single inkling as to what he meant by “500 years I have waited for you”. Now, these women were calling you their queen in a language you had never heard your entire life but somehow had the ability to understand perfectly.

The sound of feet pattering lightly gradually got closer and closer until the man of the hour stood before you at the foot of the bed. The women attending to you immediately turned their attention to him, bowing and forming the same hand gesture you had seen moments ago. He looked just as regal still, now adorned in a cape tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders. He regarded them gratefully.

“Leave us, my children. Thank you.”

They bowed to you both once more before swiftly making themselves haste. You now had his undivided attention.

“I hope you slept well. The healers said showed signs of exhaustion.”

“I—” You cleared your throat nervously. “I did, thank you.”

The barest hint of a smile graced his features. With graceful and controlled movements, he poured water into a glass and handed it to you.

“Do not be nervous.” He spoke lowly. “Speak freely.”

“Thank you.” You squeaked out again, taking a generous gulp of water before speaking again. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan. To my enemies, I am Namor. You are in our kingdom – Talokan.”

The water got caught in your throat mid swallow, causing you to cough obnoxiously. The man who you now knew as K’uk’ulkan, discreetly smiled to himself as if this was a reaction he had anticipated. Before you could blurt out another string of questions, he held his hand out to you.

“Come. I will remedy all of your concerns.”

As if you had done so a million times, you placed your hand in his and stood by his side. Namor lead the both of you through a series of corridors. Your eyes took in your surroundings with pure astonishment. Cavern seemed to be a secluded corner for the king, crystal waters surrounding its premises. Bits of glittery minerals were embedded into the sediment walls. An air of serenity blanketed the entire area.

From the corner of his eye, Namor gaged your reactions, his heart so full of unfiltered adoration that it felt like it would explode in his chest. His hand was still tightly clutched in yours like it was second nature. Subconsciously, you had drawn your body closer to his. He was a meticulous man of control and strategy, but at that very moment, K’uk’ulkan wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and kiss you breathlessly. The moment was cut short when you reached his study. He offered you a seat at his desk, drawing the door shut behind him for privacy. It didn’t take long for you to deduce that the murals painted on the walls were ones depicting the history of Talokan.

“Centuries ago, my people took an herb that allowed them to survive underwater. The herb was infused with vibranium. We are the only nation aside from Wakanda to possess it.” He began, his hands tracing over a painting of a beautiful woman cradling an infant. “My mother was pregnant with me when she ingested it. That is why I am the way I am – why I am the only one out of my people that can survive on both land and underwater, fly, and age slower than the rest. For this, they made me their king. Their god.”

You listened intently, fascinated by the discovery that they had remained a secret for this long.

“There was a prophecy made shortly after my birth. The gods promised me a soulmate.”

Turning around to face you, he bore his soul to yours through his eyes as he read the prophecy to you. With each word that fell from his lips, the world around you spun quicker and quicker. It made sense. It all made sense.

“I gave up on the idea of the prophecy coming true as time passed. In yakunaj, when you have lived as long as I have, seen as much as I have, happy endings are nothing but meaningless fallacies. But then, that night came…the night I heard you sing for the first time.”

He approached you slowly, cautiously like a wild animal that would take flight if startled by any sudden movements. What happened next made your eyes fill with tears; he knelt before you. This man – a king, a god – surrendered to you with no hesitation.

“I have finally found you…” He breathed, his orbs shining with devotion. “You are home. Why do you think you have no family? No one to trace your roots back to? You were made for me. Mine.”

Your face fell in between the palms of your hands as you wept. Quickly, your hands were replaced by his. He held your face in his hands like he was holding the entire world, the pads of his thumbs gently brushing away your tears.

“Why the tears, my love?”

You shook your head, placing your hands on top of his. The spark you felt every time the two of you touched could no longer be ignored.

“Why did they just now bring us together?” You cried. “We’ve both been alone for all this time, how could they not do something about it!”

“Shhh,” Namor cooed. “You think I have not been angry with them, my sweet? I have held myself back from tearing their skies and oceans apart just to find you. But what I feel for you right now in this very moment? That feeling will always win.”

The both of you said nothing more, for there was nothing that needed to be said. Your long lost love held you in his arms as you liberated yourself from what felt like decades of anguish. His grip never faltered even as you gripped his flesh hard enough to draw blood. Instead, he soothingly rocked you as he recounted the stories of his people’s origins. Talokan was a clandestine national treasure, one of the only things on the earth that had not been bastardized. That was all the doing of this wonderful being who had been promised to you.

“They were wrong about you. Your name.” You whispered. “You’re not without love, quite the opposite actually. The actions you have taken, the lengths you have gone to protect your people and your home, are ones of a man consumed with nothing but love. You can see it in how happy they are.”

With cautious hands, you caressed his cheeks. He preened against your touch, melting right into your palms. The world would never see the stoic warrior king falter, but already, you had him firmly wound around your finger. He could sit there for hours soaking in your ardor.

“Our home. Our people.” Namor corrected. “They can’t wait to meet you.”

Lovingly, he pressed his forehead to yours, nudging the tip of your nose with his.

“Are you ready to meet them?”

He observed endearingly as your eyes widened as large as flying saucers as you nodded overzealously, a giggle tumbling from your lips. K’uk’ulkan noted once more how full of love he felt. He wondered if this was what your lives together would consist of, overcome with all of the possibilities. Was adoring you more than he did in this moment even conceivable? When your smile faltered slightly, worry filled him.

“I’ve never seen…myself.”

“I am honored to be the first to see your true form.”

The two of you stood, walking hand in hand out of his personal study and to the outermost cove surrounded with the most water. Inhaling shakily, you eyed what awaited below you with apprehension. You were not human, far from it, and yet it felt as if you and your true form were worlds apart. Namor was silent. He knew this was something you needed to do alone. The only form of assurance offered to you was a look of encouragement.

Slowly, you dipped one foot into the water and allowed the other to follow. Keeping your eyes closed, you focused on your heart rate as your body adroitly descended into the abyss of the sea. You could have easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for a tingly sensation disrupting your peace. It started small, gradually winding around you until all at once, currents of electricity bolted through your limbs. Instinctively, your lungs expanded, and you took your first gulp of air underwater. You ripped your eyes open in bewilderment when you didn’t choke on water. The clear-cut view you had of your surroundings despite no sources of light being near further consolidated your shock. A noise akin to a squeak and gasp escaped your lips and before you knew it, you were cutting through the waters with newfound ease until your head broke the surface.

Namor would have given everything to his name to capture the sight before him. There you were, beaming at him with unrivaled radiance. He stopped breathing when you lifted your tail out of the water. Just when he thought you could not be any more magnificent than you already were, you defied his expectations. The scales covering the muscle were a range of shades of lapis lazuli, emerald, and gold. Towards the tips of your forked fin, they all blended into a rich shade of dark indigo. Your torso was bare but hidden behind your locks as they cascaded over your breasts. Namor could have gawked at you for hours if it weren’t for you playfully flicking water at his face. He felt light and dream-like as your melodious laughter echoed through the cavern. He decided then and there that your laughter was his favorite song. The scowl permanently etched onto his face fell. In its place, a smile so wide it hurt spawned. For the first time in centuries, he laughed so hard his abdomen hurt.

Powerless to his desires, he dove into the water after you, finding shelter in your embrace once more. Intuitively, your tail curled around one of his legs. He submerged the two of you back into the water and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours. Skin to skin, naked chests were tightly pressed against each other, your arms locked around his neck as your mouths feverishly meshed against one another. A barely audible moan slipped from your mouth right into his as his tongue pushed passed your lips. Namor voiced his pleasure with a low rumble from his chest. Pathetically, you could cry again right then and there. How could you have gone without this your whole life?

A loud clearing of the throat caused you both to cease your ministrations. Namor was anything but sorry as he pulled away with the softest expression you had seen on his face thus far. He regarded the two individuals standing in front of you – a hulking man with long inky tresses and an ornate headpiece resembling the skull of a hammerhead shark and a fierce looking woman with a feathered lionfish-esque headdress. Though both clearly high up in the royal ranks with a cutthroat reputation to uphold, they studied you and Namor with mischief.

“K’uk’alkan, they are waiting for her.” The man spoke.

“You might want to put this on before you go.” Spoke the woman, pulling an opulent bra top from behind her back and extending it towards you.

The state of undress you were in hit you like a bus. Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, your lover pressing a tender kiss to your heated cheek. Tactfully, he maneuvered you away from the eyes of the warrior you now knew was Attuma. The woman, his cousin and second in command named Namora, expertly laced you into the garment.

“That was so embarrassing,” You mumbled to yourself once your modesty was secured.

Namor cracked a hint of a smirk.

“Attuma and my cousin expected nothing less from us. Now, shall we?”

─

Talokan was a magnificent sight. The agriculture was impressive, the vibranium rich soil working wonders for the crops. Sea creatures from colossal sized sea turtles, lengthy luminescent jellyfish of different colors, lively fish, and enormous whales to start were one with the Talokanil, peacefully existing with one another. The treatment you received from everyone was something you would never get used to. Despite not knowing you, they acknowledged you as if they had known you their entire lives. K reina perdida they called you with earnest smiles and misty eyes. Our lost queen.

But you were no longer lost.

It was evident in the way the orcas sang with you as you glided through the waters, seemingly understanding you in a way no one else could. Namor’s soul was finally content after seeing you swim freely, laughing so hard your stomach hurt as a couple of toddlers crawled around on your tail. His people loved you. Just as he thought they would. And you fit right in just as you were meant to. With further exploration of your physiology, the two of you discovered that like Namor, you could survive both underwater and on the surface, donning a set of legs seamlessly upon contact with land. Your strength, speed, and agility matched up perfectly with his. For hours, he chased you through the ocean, the both of you weaving in and out between walls of coral and tall beds of seaweed with dexterity. You truly were made for him.

A week later, you were officially crowned their queen. You and Namor ended the celebration with an intimate wedding ceremony in the cavern. After years of going without each other, neither of you had the patience to wait for a union on a grander scale. You both were enough – you would always be enough. And as he laid your bare body across the bed he occupied by himself for half a millennium, he was confident in that conviction.

You felt dizzy as he pressed his hard bulge against your core. The most heavenly noise to grace your ears came out of your now husband when you raised your hips to grind against it. Your hands liberally roamed his chest, now stripped of his jewels, before slithering to his robust back. Your nails drew tiny half moons as they dug into his flesh when his lips made their way to the column of your neck. The decorum of countenance he upheld was nowhere to be found as he ravaged your breasts with his mouth, lightly tugging your erect nipple between his teeth before he began to suckle. You cried out pathetically. His lips twitched, umber orbs now staring up at you with lust.

“You are so noisy for me,” He purred. “I have not even touched the most sensitive parts of your body yet.”

“Please,” You breathed. “Please, I need you,”

Namor made his way down your body, leaving no part of you untouched by his lips. Deftly, he gripped your thighs and place both of your legs over his shoulders. Gently, he kissed your dripping core.

“You have me, my love. Always.” 

His mouth took you straight to heaven. He devoured you like a man starved, tongue flicking your nub of nerves tirelessly with precision. Your thighs were already trembling, but he had just gotten started. Your orgasm crept up on you, the strongest one you had ever experienced. It left you heaving with your back arched off of the bed, unable to do anything besides chant his name like a mantra. But your beloved’s ministrations did not cease. He continued working at your core, now swollen and glistening from your juices and his spit. The second orgasm built up slowly, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each time he sucked your clit. The final straw was when you noticed his hips gyrating. He was pleasuring himself while pleasuring you. This time when you came on your lover’s tongue, no words or sounds were able to slip passed your mouth. You were quite literally speechless.

With a satisfied moan, he lapped up the rest of your arousal, cooing to you as you quivered and whimpered from hypersensitivity. His scorching body covered yours once more, his lips familiarizing themselves with yours. Namor held you tightly against him, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as you steadied your breathing. It wasn’t long before you felt the head of his cock prodding your entrance. Gripping your face firmly, he forced your eyes open. The frenzied look in his eyes as he languidly sunk into you alone could have made you come for the third time that night. But alas, the universe was on your side. Instead, you savored that moment – the feeling of him. Every inch, every vein, ingrained into your memories for as long as you shall live.

“You feel incredible.” Namor panted, now beginning to steadily thrust. “You truly were made for me.”

You could only respond with wanton cries, too consumed with desire. The king began to piston in and out of you until he was fully pounding you into your marital bed.

“Namor!”

He grunted into your ear, pulling out of you for a brief moment to flip you onto your stomach. He plunged back into you and picked up right where he left off. This time, however, he was brutal with the punctuality of his thrusts.

“Am I your enemy, wife?” He taunted. “Are you even worthy of any mercy I have to spare?”

At this point, you could not even recognize the sounds you were making. They were debauched. Depraved. Combined with rhythmic percussion of skin against skin and the squelch of your wet cunt each time Namor entered you, the song you two orchestrated was one only for the lecherous.

“K’uk’ulkan,” You barely managed to murmur. “I’m s-so close, you make me feel so good,”

He hummed satisfactorily, driving into you even faster.

“You are, aren’t you, my sweet? That’s it, sing for me. Take my seed. Carry my children.”

“Please!” You screamed as your walls convulsed around his cock. Please come in me,”

With a shout and one final thrust, he released in you. Rope after rope, he filled you with his cum with proclamations of everlasting love on the tip of his tongue. His cock remained nestled deep within you as you both descended from your highs, keeping his spent from spilling. He shuddered at the image of you round and radiant carrying his child and just like that, he was hardening inside you once more. As you lay there, thoroughly cock drunk, he began to pull out of you and slowly push back in. This time, he was tender and gentle, unhurriedly focused on taking you apart for one final time that night. The two of you had centuries left together. There was no need to rush. Then again, Namor could live another 500 years with you by his side and still feel like it was not enough. He needed you forever, and then some.

“I love you,” He whispered against the blade of your shoulder. “You are everything.”

The next morning you would wake to the sight of your husband painting a new mural. One of a beautiful woman with the upper body of a human, and the lower body of a fish. By her side, a man with ears that pointed to the skies and wings on his ankles, their eyes locked and hands intertwined.

The beginning of your story.