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usagii-bun · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says 'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

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gorgonfuckerdotnet · 3 months ago

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Isn’t saying ‘I’m sure the losers at SCC are hiring’ kinda like saying ‘I’m sure the losers at Lamborghini are hiring’?? They do fancy mechs for rich people don’t they?

// in what world- // buddy if you knew the people i know to pilot SSC // no 1 would never think it's fancy // it's just people who wanna fuck the Metalmark. // "oh we do business with the wealthy" // im an anarchist // my first mech was K-PG // i grew up among [UNGRATEFULS] ffs! // who do you think was mining the materials // for your Lamborghini Huracan of a mech? // all i need is my it/its puppything SCYLLA // my fat vorpal gun // annoying (4 every1 else) amount of reactions // and pure hull upgrades !!! // rich mechs are more fun to destroy

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just-a-strange-boy · 2 years ago

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riding high

find part one here

Initially you hadn't wanted to go to this silly gala with Stephen. After turning out it hasn't been such a bad idea to join him after all, you find yourself being rewarded greatly.

Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), rough sex, semi-public (kind of), unprotected, mentions of social anxiety

A/N: we follow stephen and you, his surgical assistant, figuring out the logistics of fucking in a lamborghini huracan (which is harder than you might think)

"Come to that gala with me", Strange requested, both of you fresh out of an unspectacular surgery, shedding the contaminated layers of hospital wear into the nearby laundry bin, in desperate need of slipping into a pair of new scrubs.

Today wasn't the first time he approached you about it.

He had been nagging you about this for a while now – ever since he had first received the invitation to said event weeks ago – and still wasn't letting it rest, even though you had repeatedly told him off, suggesting that he should just ask Christine instead of you. It wouldn't be an issue if he'd just take her. She'd probably even agree to it, because she was your mutual friend.

But Stephen wouldn't let it go, his stubbornness and persistence reaching heights you hadn't expected from him, unwavering in his relentless insistence, unable to accept your 'No', refusing to ask Christine or anyone that wasn't you.

He just wouldn't stop asking, relying on the same explanation every time: you were the only one he wanted to go with.

So there you were again, with the same dilemma and question between you as before.

Only because you denied his offer times and times again, didn't mean you did not want to go. You would have loved to go with the surgeon. It was flattering that he was inviting you along, that he did not want to choose anyone that wasn't you, that he was so insistent on it. It was Stephen's way of showing you that you were important to him, even if it was beginning to be a little obnoxious.

Though he was admittedly better at this whole dating thing than you would have thought.

Stephen was keen on having date nights, when you both could make the time, and even when your schedules were all over the place, obnoxiously full, he tried to shove in a moment for you, may it just be a trip to the vending machines of the ER late at night or going for a coffee in the cafeteria.

The few times you'd managed to go out together, Stephen was unafraid of displaying affection publicly, holding your hand every now and then. He didn't keep your status secretive, unashamed that he was dating a surgical assistant. Whenever staff members, relatives of patients or even patients themselves made advances on him, Stephen was making it clear he was unavailable.

On top of that, you were having amazing sex, at home and a little more often than allowed at the hospital. You were certain at least ten people from the staff had almost had the pleasure of walking in on you, while two of your closer colleagues most definitely had found you in promising positions. There hadn't been a complaint filed to the board yet and you wanted to keep it that way, but something was just so thrilling about abusing Stephen's office, the locker rooms or like that one time, the operating table itself.

But regardless of how unashamed both Stephen and you were admitting to your relationship status, regardless how much you would have liked to go with him, you kept denying the invitation for a very specific reason.

You were scared.

It was an entirely different thing to be seen with Doctor Stephen Strange in the public eye at an event of such importance. A proper gala, with important figures present, people that were either significant in the medical world or held high positions all around the country, people that earned a lot of money and spent their resources on expensive shit, more people on the same level as Stephen.

There would be reporters, cameras – and no doubt a shit-ton of people that would judge a renowned surgeon for not showing up with a pretty lady on his arm but with someone like you, who was in fact nothing like a pretty lady. Because you were ordinary, and on top of that a man.

You didn't even know why you cared about Stephen's reputation so much all of the sudden, but you were afraid of putting shame to his name, to his status, to his face.

"You know I can't go with you", you sighed, preparing to give him the usual response, "I know it's tomorrow night already and chances of getting someone else to join you now will be... relatively low, that's why I've told you to ask anyone but me. I know it's important for you to be there, but you cannot take me there as your date. It would be wrong for me to be there. As I have told you at least ten times."

“I don't understand why you don't wanna come", Stephen spoke, adding your name so softly like hearing it alone was enough to convince you, and he sounded a little more desperate than before. Still not giving up though. "It'll be nice. Come on. I'll owe you."

"Because, Stephen, they will probably just judge me for being there. I mean, showing up with you? Infamous, handsome, top neurosurgeon Stephen Strange. What did I do to possibly deserve being seen with you?", you responded with a huff, certain that everyone at that gala would just look upon you with a frown – you were neither a wealthy doctor nor a flashy person suited for the public eye, just a plain surgical assistant, someone who didn't fit in with the high society.

Of course, some of your fear stemmed from being gay too. You doubted most people even knew that Stephen Strange was bisexual, let alone that he was actively pursuing something with a younger man.

What if that would land in some trashy magazine? You would rather not turn into a hot topic for a newspaper article, and sure as hell did not want to be the reason for outing Stephen publicly.

"Who cares about what they think? I want you there and that's good enough", the doctor spoke, the look on his face oddly soft, taking a closer step to you as he noticed your self-consciousness gnawing on you, "We'll drive there, exchange some pleasantries, listen to the speeches. I'll give my speech, we'll have dinner, then some people will probably introduce their research projects, and the rest will be social mingling, which is however optional. We can leave at any point by then."

"What if you'll be... what if people will talk about you negatively? Me being there with you? I'm not exactly some pretty girl to show off", you asked, wanting to avoid having this conversation, especially now that Stephen was being even more stubborn, most certainly as you were noticing you were closer to giving in.

The only saving grace was that you would have to get going in a bit to prepare the room and tools for the next surgery.

"Don't tell me you've started caring about my reputation now", Stephen scoffed, grabbing you by the waist to pull you in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, "It doesn't matter, idiot. I want you there and I can come with whoever I fucking want. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I'll be happy to show you off, because I bet you look great in a suit and I can count myself lucky for being accompanied by someone who truly sees me for me.”

"Great, you're making me all soft again", you sighed, clearly affected by the sweet words Stephen was feeding him right now, leaning into his embrace to lay your head against his shoulder, "Even if I'm gonna go with you, how am I even supposed to get a suit until tomorrow?"

"Does that mean you'll come?", Stephen murmured, pressing his face into your hair. You couldn't ignore the sudden glee radiating from him at your last comment and felt him relax his hold around you.

"Yeah, fine. I'll join you", you agreed hesitantly, holding onto the man for a moment longer. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad as long as Stephen was with you. It was assuring to know he didn't mind showing you off, didn't mind being seen with another man, didn't care so much about others opinions. Nothing else seemed to matter, if it just meant he could be there with you.

He'd been holding onto this request for so long now and had never stopped trying (mostly also because his ego wouldn't accept defeat), that you figured you could do him the favor. You were interested in going with him after all and even though there were things you were worried about, Stephen at your side would give you the assurance and comfort you needed.

"Then let me worry about getting you a suit", the doctor assured you.

Once he parted from you, you saw the broad smile on Stephen's face and decided it had been a good decision to agree after all.

It will be fine, was the mantra you kept repeating inside of your head.

Usually you would have felt insecure about showing up anywhere in a suit, an expensive one at that (it really had cost a fortune, even though not specifically tailored to your body), but Stephen had made it his personal mission to point out how handsome you looked ever since seeing you in it for the first time.

You almost dared to believe him.

Though Christine had said so too while she had helped you getting ready for the big occasion, like the good friend she was. Initially, she had been surprised by your sudden change of heart, now that you had agreed to join Stephen as a plus one to the gala after refusing him again and again. But then she had just expressed how genuinely happy she was about you jumping over your own shadow, a certain excitement sticking to her.

You honestly weren't sure who she was truly happier for. You, for having stepped out of your shell and decided to go with the surgeon? Or for Stephen, being able to go with the one person he had wanted to join him from the very beginning?

Or perhaps she was just happy for herself, not having to endure both of her insufferable friends talking about this subject anymore.

Maybe she'd been right too. Everything would be fine.

So far, it was – you looked quite presentable in your suit and were just now casually chatting with Stephen as the man sped over the highway leading upstate.

Yet there was this tiny bit of anxiety you couldn't seem to get rid of, probably feeling a lot more nervous than the surgeon, which made him feel ridiculous all the same.

Stephen would have had a far better reason for being nervous (though not seeming fazed in the slightest), since he was supposed to give a speech this evening – all you had to do was smile, be a supportive partner, and not crumble under the amount of skeptical looks crossing your way. Oh, and maybe not embarrass yourself or him publicly.

"It will be fine", Stephen tried to reassure you once more, noticing you nervously shifting in your seat, and placed his right hand on your thigh, eyes fixed on the road. He was trying to keep you grounded with his touch, knowing that while you had nerves of steel in the OR, you could get a bit anxious outside of work for the most ridiculous reasons. "You know I will read anyone to filth who dares to speak a wrong word or shares a dirty look."

"Oh, aren't you just my knight in shining armor", you spoke, attempting to make a joke in order to seem a little more careless about the situation, though you couldn't play your own nervousness down entirely. You couldn't fool him at least.

Stephen kept his hand placed on your thigh, gently caressing it for a moment, and decelerated the car, driving a little slower than he had probably been planning to, allowing the two of you a bit more time in the safe space of the car.

You were still busy trying to convince yourself that it would be fine as Stephen pulled into the parking lot of the convention center.

The sheer amount of cars already present, but especially the flock of people waiting upfront at the entrance, made you want to turn back home immediately. There was a part of you that was wanting to lock yourself inside of the car and wait out the event.

But you didn't dare to disappoint him now, you wanted to do this for him, and let yourself be helped out of the car by him, instead of bolting the doors shut when you good. Stephen offered you his arm like a true gentleman, giving you another assuring and gentle smile. Not flashy, like he would no doubt give the cameras later. Genuine. Sweet. The type that meant to say Don't worry, I got you.

The anxiety followed you all the way towards the entrance, where the two of you merged with other groups of people waiting to get inside, meaning the first few were going to catch a look and pictures were going to be taken and...

It honestly was a mystery to you how Stephen's presence alone enabled you to stay sane enough to go through all of it without freaking out entirely, but it did.

If people talked, they luckily did so out of earshot. If they looked funnily at you, you didn't really notice, because instead of nervously looking around, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Stephen. If they were judging your person, they were going to do so anyways and he had been right to tell you that it was something that simply shouldn't concern you.

Stephen wanted you here and was more than proud to show you off.

It all went over smoother than you had expected and you began warming up to the situation, once inside. Stephen went on to introduced you – as his partner, no less – to some important people here, people he was more or less acquainted with, people he had worked or collaborated with. They seemed ecstatic he had showed up and even more so curious who he had brought with him.

The most of them took well to you, seemingly not all too biased when it came to your person, and even though there were strange looks once in a while, the majority of people you talked to were delighted about the fact that the OR wasn't only a place to save lives but apparently also served as a place to get to know your potential partners.

There was not one disapproving word spoken to you.

You had been seated at a table with rather nice guests and listening to the speeches, covering a wide expense of medical subjects that even you found pretty interesting, kept your mind busy for the most part, blowing the anxiety away altogether.

Only struck by nervousness again when it was Stephen's time to get on stage, more so because you were nervous for him, soon the irking feeling of discomfort was replaced by something else, something far better.

You found yourself immensely proud, once Stephen got up to do his part. How enamored you were with him, making his way through the crowd, his graceful movements, looking so damn handsome in his suit, the light hitting him just right. How exhilarated you were, knowing he had been so keen on having you here, because your support was meaningful to him.

There was no need to be nervous for him. You shouldn't have been surprised by the way he dominated the stage – Stephen had guts and he loved to talk (about himself as much as neurosurgery, no doubt) and didn't seem intimidated by the mass of people at all. He landed a well-rehearsed speech with an impressive amount of applause, looking all relieved, and more so pleased with himself, once returning to the table.

"You were great", you commended him, beaming at him with a smile.

"Thank you for being here with me", Stephen just said after sitting down, leaning over for a quick kiss, "Really. I mean it."

And you were more than lucky to hear that. Had you known your presence was going to be so impacting, that it would be as calm and nice at this, that all your worries had been misplaced (though not unjustified), maybe you were wrong to deny his request in the first place.

Perhaps you could even get used to a life like this, showing up with Doctor Stephen Strange to all kinds of events, because you were proud to be with him as much as he was happy to have you by his side.

Dinner was a fairly pleasant occasion too, a distraction preventing you to fawn and moon over Stephen all evening long – though honestly, who could have blamed you? You chatted quite a bit with your table neighbors as Stephen kept inviting you back into the conversation, not wanting you to feel left out, although you would have not minded to not participate.

While Stephen didn't drink anything alcoholic (the complimentary glass of champagne didn't really count), you weren't so abstinent, having been offered generous amounts of alcohol during the duration of the evening, downing at least three glasses of wine and a cocktail before deciding to stop when you felt yourself positively buzzed.

You were warm, almost getting a little too heated, not just thanks to the alcoholic beverages, but due to Stephen's hand managing to find your thigh under the table, squeezing it lightly, possibly meant as an innocent reassurance that he was still here and it was still alright. Though you definitely couldn't ignore the fact something else entirely was awakened within you as his touch burned into your leg.

Needless to say, by the time doctors and medical students from all over the country started to introduce their research projects on stage, you were more than a little turned on, downright horny. It was harder and harder for you to keep listening with a mindful ear, while Stephen for his part was enjoying himself and seemed interested, though his hand was being busy otherwise.

Your eyes glanced more often over to him than to the stage, your mind focusing more on the touch than on the content that was presented. While it might have been interesting and worth listening to, all that you were concerned about was to keep yourself contained and not lose any composure.

As much as feeling each other up in public spaces, just for the sake of it being considered forbidden, gave you a thrill, it was okay when Stephen did so at the hospital, but not here. Not in the presence all those people, at an event like this.

You weren't even sure whether Stephen was teasing on purpose, stroking your thigh, fingers kneading the muscle, tracing the inseam of your trousers, or simply wanted to accomplish that you were relaxing more.

Because you definitely were far from relaxing right now. The lingering touch made you shift uncomfortably in your seat, you tried to play down your arousal by focusing on anything but Stephen's hand on you and desperately hoped your cock wouldn't decide to embarrass you publicly all of the sudden.

"Everything alright?", Stephen muttered under your breath when he noticed the agitated squirming. He sounded seriously concerned, not like he had been planning on teasing or arousing you for that matter. God, he was entirely oblivious.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you wanna go home?"

You leaned towards him to whisper into his ear, making sure to talk as quietly as you could, seeming like you didn't want to disturb the others listening to the speech, when you really just wanted to word your current desire.

"I don't know if we will get that far, because I really need you to fuck me."

Clearly you had caught Stephen a little off guard with that comment, who was nervously looking around instantly, hoping that no one had heard or guessed.

The surgeon cleared his throat, before replying calmly, "Then I think we should leave after that presentation.”

And you sure did, the two of you taking your leave quicker than anyone could really notice, excusing yourself to your table neighbors, before hurrying out of the main hall, practically rushing past the staff of this place, the photographers and journalists still looming outside – though luckily, having seen no flashes meant that no pictures had been taken. That sure would have made quite the subject.

He got you both settled in the car in a hurry, revving the engine, before pulling out of the parking lot and starting to speed off instantly. You quickly noticed that you weren't taking the same route you had used earlier, when Stephen didn't direct the car onto the highway back to New York.

"Are you gonna make the route extra long in order to tease me?", you wondered.

"No, it won't be much longer", the surgeon assured you, checking side and rear mirrors, all while seemingly searching for something off road.

"Then why aren't we heading home?", you asked, oddly suspicious.

If you hadn't known any better, you might have feared Stephen was going to dispose of you somewhere along the way in the middle of the night. Why else would he choose an abandoned road?

But then the man's hand landed on your thigh again, his long and skilled fingers tracing the inner side, down to the bend of the knee and up to your crotch, all while keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"Because you said we're not going to get as far as home and I'm only taking you by word", he chuckled, only gently pressing his hand to where your cock stirred in your trousers, placing a turn signal as he steered the car into another path off-road, where seemingly, in the middle of the night, nothing and no one would disturb the two of you.

Parking his car on the gravelly path you had ended up on, far off the road where other cars might still pass at that time of night, you knew exactly what he was proposing. He was planning to fuck you out here, in his car, right now.

It wasn't something you had ever done before, but by the way your heart consequently hammered and your groin was practically on fire, you sure weren't going to pass on that opportunity.

Unbuckling your seat belts all too quickly, you met over the middle console, searching for each others mouths and finding what you both sought as your lips clashed together. Kissing Stephen always meant wanting more and more. He was addictive, everything from the soft curve of his lips to his eager tongue slipping into your mouth, the bruise of his bite and the fact that he had a tendency to smirk while kissing you hard.

However getting to the point of sex appeared a little difficult than initially thought.

While the Huracán Stephen drove was a wonderfully sleek car (and definitely a match to Stephen's ego), it was set very low and not spacious by any means. Even just trying to climb onto Stephen's lap would have been hard, let alone riding him without constantly banging your head on the car's ceiling.

Sucking him off would have been convenient and was definitely something you would have been tempted to do any other day, but today it was just not enough.

You needed to have him inside of you.

Perhaps Stephen could have just bent you over the hood. It wasn't too cold outside, but the idea still didn't sound particularly comfortable. There was no backseat area and the front seats wouldn't shift back far enough without you having to twist and turn into uncomfortable positions to get Stephen's cock inside of you.

No matter how desperate you were for him at this moment, you at least wanted it to be comfortable enough to sink into the pleasure completely and not worry about tearing a muscle.

In conclusion, it might have been a pretty car, but it was terribly inconvenient for having sex and you spend minutes trying to figure it out together, laughing at the ridiculousness of your combined desperation to find a suitable position.

Shifting back and forth in a hurry, trying this and that, clawing at each other with need, your mouths slotting together whenever they could, hurrying out of the car, rounding it, never quite satisfied with the way things were, pressed up to the sleek black car as Stephen kept palming you through your pants, hands opening belts and buttons, revealing more and more skin, then turning and shoving and bending and...

You ended up in a somewhat promising position, taking up most space of the interior, as you knelt on your seat, hands supporting yourself on the driver's seat, bent over the middle console and presenting your ass quite perfectly to Stephen behind you.

Glad you had stripped off pants and underwear somewhere in between, the soft breeze from outside brushed the bare skin of your backside, intensifying the shudder of your need as your partner sure took his time to drive you crazy with lust.

A little more than desperate, hanging over the car's middle console, you pressed your ass back against Stephen, begging to be finally given some release after waiting and aching, while the man was already two fingers in, opening him up with precise movements, because... it was simply not enough.

Your cock was weeping, so achingly hard, asking to be touched to the point where you even reached for it yourself, tending it with long and gentle strokes, all while Stephen took his time preparing you well.

There was no need for conversation.

Your pure desire didn't require words, Stephen knew exactly how to touch you, and wiggling your ass into your lover's touch was a sign that clearly indicated how ready you were for him to fuck you. The occasional grunt and moan was all there was slipping past your lips, the soft puffs of labored breath, running faster with excitement.

Spit and precum smeared over your hole, you finally felt his fingers replaced by the thick tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, drawing out the moment in anticipation to the point he had you whining with his relentless teasing and toying, pushing back into him hard, so Stephen would have no other choice than to give in and sheath himself inside of you.

Being stretched by his cock ached a little at first, but you always managed to adjust, not minding the bit of the initial burn as he filled you up. On the contrary, you craved it, your whole body longing to feel him, here and now and even afterwards.

And god, fucking finally, you were allowed the familiar sensation. Any longer and you would have lost yourself to madness, though the rush of lust overcoming wasn't driving you insane any less.

Stephen allowed you to take a moment, ever so considerate, hands gently trailing along your hips, fingers grazing over the bare skin, an appreciative hum from him that sent a smile to your face – he was enjoying your sudden neediness, the spontaneous sexual adventure of fucking in his car, in the middle of nowhere, both of you looking forward to the satisfaction he was about to bring, fulfilling his own urge to claim you completely.

You liked getting nasty and filthy with Stephen, loved nothing more than being railed by the man all the way to next Sunday, whenever, wherever, might it be in every room of your apartments, in every corner at hospital or like today, outside.

The sex you had was the perfect way to settle arguments, make bad days better and the good days absolutely fantastic.

Though of course, you also found yourself reminded of the connection you two had, not just the physical one. Sure, you loved to have him shove you around, to press you into every available surface and fuck you like you belonged to him only.

But especially the random displays of Stephen's gentleness was the thing that made your heart clench and you figured it might just be love.

Rocking back into him, an evident sign that you were ready to take him in fully and needed more, Stephen got the right drift, the grip on your hips tightening as he began to move. His thrusts were deep at first, slow strokes, not painfully sharp, though more than enough to send waves of pleasure through your body with every single push inside of you.

It didn't even take long, until he had you turned into a moaning mess, clutching onto the seat, unashamed to let the dark and quiet of the night be witness to your lovemaking, letting him hear you, feel you, use you.

If that wasn't the best reward for accompanying Stephen tonight, you didn't know what would be. You didn't care about anything else anymore, no more insecurities, no more of other people's stupid opinions.

All you asked for was for him to keep on fucking you.

The switch up of rhythms caught you by surprise, one moment long and deep thrusts, the next more erratic thrusting, quicker but not as deep, up until the point where he was ferociously fucking you again, every slam of his hips into yours making you jolt and groan.

You continued stroking yourself in time with the man's thrusts, knowing you were not likely lasting that much longer since Stephen had begun hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, and were starting to feel yourself tremble with pleasure.

This was only heightened as you noticed the stutter of Stephen's hips, losing any sense of rhythm entirely, losing himself in his thrusts and chasing his own pleasure, using you more than treating you, plowing into you ruthlessly, until he spilled inside of you, painting your insides with a hot and heavy load, even before you could topple over the edge.

Good lord, you counted yourself very lucky for having it that way around – because hearing your partner let out the sweetest moans, letting him ride out his orgasm in a frenzy while you took up all of his cum like a good boy, was the hottest thing. You let yourself fully enjoy the sensation, until you weren't able to hold out any longer.

You came just as hard, grip tight around your cock, clenching around Stephen's member still buried deep inside of you, an earth shattering orgasm hitting you as you felt your own cum shoot all over your hand, no doubt dripping on these sinfully expensive leather car seats as well, but you seriously couldn't find yourself to mind.

Let Stephen worry about it later.

Maybe he'd even punish you for ruining the expensive material and god, wouldn't you just love it? Just the idea of him, demanding you to kneel on the ground, defiled and cockdrunk, as he grabs you by the hair and forces you to eat your cum off his leather seats, licking clean every last spot, sent you into another spiral of lust.

Being with Stephen made you so unashamed. You enjoyed how capable this man was of utterly ruining you. You were glad to be his slut, getting fucked in an expensive car, wearing an expensive suit, after just having been at an important public gala as his date. All prim and proper, now wrecked and ruined and loving every bit of it.

Because you sure did adore it, being like this with Stephen, and would have him anywhere, anyplace, anytime, any way – hopefully for the rest of your lives.

#k writes #doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x reader #surgeon strange #doctor strange smut #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange 2016 #doctor stephen strange #x male reader #marvel fanfiction #m x m

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ffxivxd · 6 months ago

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Huracan is a Rank A hunt found in Kholusa. Normally, the familiars of those who practice the dark arts like General Ran'jit fade when their masters die; however, this servant of Ran'jit's father, continues to roam the countryside.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivxd #final fantasy 14

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itoshi-s · 2 years ago

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Bachira….with a tongue piercing

It just makes sense

And the good use he would put it at😔

bachira who comes home from practice one day and catches your attention by his unusual behavior and looks.

any other day, he’d enthusiastically kick off his shoes, drop his bag at the door, and smother you in kisses so sweet and urgent, it’d knock your breath away. he’d cup your face in his hands, lap at your mouth with vigor for a few passionate moments — ‘ve just missed ya so much, baby, s’that so wrong? — then start to babble about on his day as you plate up his lunch.

this time around, when he comes home, it’s surprisingly quiet.

and, worst of all, there’s not even one kiss. a proper one, that is — cause all meguru gives you is a few quick pecks and a mumbled “hi, cutie”, before heading over to the fridge.

your brows furrow a bit as you take note of his hair — perfectly dry and wispy, looking just like when he first left the house hours ago — and weirdly pale face. usually, meguru takes a quick shower right after practice wraps up, not bothering to properly dry his hair off before he hops into his beloved yellow huracan and drives home — cheeks still flushed from exhaustion, eyes wide with endorphins.

today, bachira looks perfectly in tact, and it makes you stir.

“where were you, megs?” your voice startles him so much, the icy cold water bottle nearly tumbles out of his hand. “cause it definitely wasn’t practice.”

he turns around and sees you leaning against the island, arms crossed — and an amused kind of look on your mouth. (he’s in trouble and he knows it, but not because you’re accusing him. you’d never — cause he’d never, ever hurt you. he’s in trouble because he’s just done something silly.)

“huuh? i dunno what’re y’talking about, baby.” bachira tries, but the swollen muscle sits heavy in his mouth and renders his speech muffled, a thick lisp to his words.

your brows knit together, “wha- why’d you speak like that?” you sound suspicious when you close the gap between you two with a few long strides. “oh, my god. did you get hurt? you knocked a tooth out, didn’t you, meguru?”

bachira feels his mouth twitch into a grin, one that he kinda feels bad for, considering you sound more concerned than playful by this point. he puts the bottle down, cool hands resting on your waist as he breathes out a laugh.

“nope, no, sweets. i didn’t wanna tell you like this, wanted t’ make this a little surprise for ya—“

a loud gasp rips from your throat, cutting his sentence short and he cannot help but giggle upon your shocked expression — hand covering your mouth, eyes bigger than he’s ever seen them as they zone in on the silver barbell pierced right through his tongue.

“m— meguru!” you pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open. he obediently hangs his tongue out, proudly showcasing the new jewelry, sparkling against his swollen flesh. “you- are you crazy?!” you laugh, “how did you even think of that?”

he shrugs a bit, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your hips as he tugs you closer to himself. meguru licks his lips, carefully so not to tug at the piercing, and gives a bit of a pout. “just felt like it,” he murmurs and leans in to nose at your neck. “can’t give my girl any kisses just yet, though.”

you slap his bicep playfully at the whine to his voice, then wrap your arms around his neck with a grin. “you got yourself into this, baby.”

bachira is an impatient man and acts on impulse instead of plan more often than not — and it so, it takes all of his self restraint not to push his tongue in your mouth for the next few days. what’s worse, he almost feels physically sick with withdrawal from the taste of you — from the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, fingers tugging at the blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you moan oh, so sweetly.

luckily, he finds out patience has it’s perks weeks later — when you come within barely two minutes of the pretty silver jewelry making contact with your throbbing, soaking cunt <3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #this turned out more sfw than not lol im sorry!!!!! but he’s so cute it popped into my mind immediately #but ohhhh he definitely puts it to good use 😵‍💫 sucks on some ice before goin down on u just to make the metal as cold as possible #uHHHSHSHSJ he’s so crazy i love him🤕🤕🤕🤕 nonnie you’re brilliant #bachira meguru smut #bachira meguru x reader #bachira smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #★ ‧ ₊ after hours #bachira <3 #✧˚ · . bllk

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alizibtheterrible · 1 year ago

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SLEDGES BABIES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

(adding them to The Collective™️ simply because I can, more info under the cut)

Ebb (the oldest): Ebb is the biggest and the oldest. Her tusks and hair have already started to grow in and are more prominent than her siblings. She’s very calm and likes to sleep. She also enjoys eating anything in sight… Ebb really doesn’t have a preference to any person in particular. She does tend to stay around Finn and Quinn more however.

Flash (second oldest): The only brother of the group. He’s a gremlin. He throws his weight around, especially with O’Hara, and occasionally gets put in his place. He’s the fastest which earned him the name of “Flash.” He dislikes being pet but regularly makes exceptions for Kaida, who he favors. He mimics Kaida’s behavior, even going so far to butt Jenna’s leg sometimes (bro really thinks he’s badass)

Huracan (Second youngest): Huracan is incredibly curious and agile. She regularly gets stuck at the top of cabinets, an occurrence that baffles everyone. Huracan will accept pets from everyone, she does not discriminate. She likes to be around Sparky, since he’s kind of the unofficial mediator for the piglets. Huracan also likes to be around Noah, Tessa, and Fynn since they’re more likely to give her food.

O’Hara (youngest): The runt of the litter. Being the smallest, her tusks have barely grown in. She and Flash wrestle a lot, but she loses most of the time (jokes on him, she ends up being bigger than he is). She’s fairly shy and prefers to be around her mother than humans. O’Hara has a fondness for Ethan though (youngest sibling bonding fr).

@rainofthetwilight @sharksandjays @weekend-whip @finn-m-corvex @officercooks @taddymason

#ninjago #lego ninjago #alizibart #Dad Jay Au #Oc art?????#Do they count as Ocs???#You know what yes #I love them #Noah walker #Kaida Walker #Tessa Walker #Ethan Walker #Jenna Walker #Flynn Walker #DAMN WHERE THEY ALL WALKING THIS GETTING RIDICULOUS

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lorysims · 7 months ago

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2024 Lamborghini Huracan Sterrato by LorySims

CAR POLYCOUNT: 34353 (midpoly, it should run smoothly on all PCs) DIRECT DOWNLOAD For more Lamborghini models, or if the direct download link above does not work, CLICK HERE If you like my mods, please follow me and share them! If you want to support me, JOIN MY PATREON to get my content in early access and much more! Follow me on Instagram: @lorysims.official

#the sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 cc #the sims 4 custom content #TS4 #ts4cc #ts4ccfinds #ts4customcontent #lorysims #the sims 4 cars

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verso-abstracto · 5 months ago

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24 abril 2024

Me despido de nuestro pasado con esta canción porque aunque creí haberlo hecho has permanecido a mi lado en formade recuerdos o apareciendo intermitentemente detras de mí y ya es tiempo de soltar, de solta de verdad, para ser libres. Soltar el pasado, despedirnos de todo aquello de lo que fuimos de quienes eramos; dejarlo atrás.

Te dedico esta canción como despedida, como simbolo de libertad para las dos. Me despido de ti y de mí, de aquello que fuimos para poder comenzar a ser presente.

Rizowl

Aurora- A potion for love

We are here 'till we're not...

Estamos aquí hasta que dejemos de estarlo...

When i see you again

Cuando vuelva a verte

as a stranger or a friend

como a una extraña o una amiga

Could you give me a kiss from the past?

¿Podrias darme un beso del pasado?

Make it soft, make it last

Hazlo suave, haz que dure

Like an endless reminder of us...

Como un recordatorio sin fin de nosotras... "

"I recall our minds being strange and unlike

Recuerdo nuestras mentes siendo extrañas y diferentes

You were quite at most I would watch and explode

Tu eras demasiado silenciosa yo miraba y explotaba

With a storm in my mind,

Con una tormenta en mi mente

you would understand why they all name the hurricanes after us

entenderías el por qué todos nombran los huracanes después de nosotros

When i see you again

Cuando te vuelva a ver

As a stranger or a friend

Como una extraña o una amiga

I will give you a kiss from de pass

Te daré un beso desde el pasado

I will send you away

Te dejaré partir

Hoping you'll be ok

Deseando que estés bien

With a piece of yor heart

Con un trozo de tu corazón

Living in mine

Viviendo en el mio

I don't feel love anymore

Ya no siento el amor

And how its hurts

Y como dolió

When you walk out of the door

Cuando saliste por la puerta

Forgetting why we fell in love

Olvidando porqué nos enamoramos

Hurts me the most

Es lo que más me duele

And how it hurts when i walk out of the door

Y como duele cuando salgo por la puerta

forgetting why we fell in love

olvidando porqué nos enamoramos

Hurts me the most."

Es lo que más me duele."

#verso abstracto #frases #escritos #citas #notas #pensamientos #rizowl #pub 1 #julio2024 #aurora #canciones #letras #potions #love #SoundCloud

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eastafricanprincessa · 7 months ago

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What I’m manifesting:

-Desired electronics incl a MacBook, iPhone 13 Pro Max, 3 pairs of AirPods and black apple max headphones

-east African beauty, supermodel face and body

-amazing dance skills talented in ballet hip hop tap jazz etc

-top producing skills

-Immune to pregnancy until I want a child

-fluent in French, Spanish, Arabic, Korean and Japanese

-luxury home in birthplace for my family

-rich family

-luxury houses all over the world

-perfect white teeth

-hairless in desired areas

-sexy seductive aura

-friends with all the top fashion designers

-luxury west London apartment perfect for me and tailored to my desires

-Lamborghini huracan, Mercedes s class and Chevrolet

-pre rolled weed 🎀

-perfect singing voice

-perfect body with perky tits and perfect booty

and flat stomach with abs

-luxury closet tailored to my desires

-private chef and staff

-successful supermodel career

-billionaire

-perfect skin that looks like melted gold

-constant princess treatment

-top tier visuals I look like a princess

-dating bae he treats me like an angel

-perfect friendship group

-perfect family

-no trauma perfect mental health

-aesthetic life

-know how to drive

-studying at kings college university

-everything I desire and more 💋 🎀

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elynalime · 1 year ago

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can your mom be my mom please

what do you think of interspecies ships

why ..

i mean it depends really

#EXACTLY THATS WHAT I WANT TO DO #IDC THAT ITS EXPENSIVE #IF WE CAN AFFORD TWO CARS WE CAN AFFORD THOSE TICKETS #for context one of the two cars is a lamborghini sto and the other is a maserati huracan #which equals expensive ( the lamborghini is roughly $1 million )#so like .

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usagii-bun · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.5

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5

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YOU FELT LIKE YOU WAS SINKING, sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss of darkness. You felt like you was suffocating, you couldnt see anything- your lungs felt heavy as if cement had dried within them.

Your eyes snap open wide, trickles of cold sweat runs down your skin, your back wet as if water had been splashed on to it.

Room spinning around, spiraling until it abruptly stop - gaze being met with a rocky ceiling where tendrils of blue light hung from it-your vision still blurry.

You closes your eyes, eyelashes drenched with tears, underneath your eyes wet and jaw stung. You breaths slowly, chest heaving up and down in an unrhythmical manner.

You moved your body slightly, mind still feeling fogged- only for your heart to skip a beat when your whole body seemed to move to the side, you did it again only for yourbbody to move to the other side.

You blink your eyes a few times, gently lifting your upper body up, the place you slept on felt unstable as your vision was much clearer - your eyes widen to find that you was in a cave and that you was laying on a hammock. The cave was adorn by what looked like blue lights giving the place a suttle blue glow.

Your heart starts to beat widley, throat parch and skin feeling clamy.

'Where am I..?' You thought, trying to figure out whether you was still dreaming but reality crashed upon you as memories from last night came crashing down, breath hitching as you can suddenly feel the cold harsh rain that fell on you, the pain that was on your right ankle and Huracan's enraged father.

You shake your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts as your fingers suddenly felt something soft underneath your touch- it was blankets that were neatly placed on you , you quickly removed it to look down at your right ankle, only to find it was wrapped in bandages, gently you moved it to the side and felt a slight pain.

It was less painful then you thought it would be causing your brows to furrow slightly.

Your eyes move up your body to find that you was now in a cream colored dress that had turquoise embroidery at the edges, the fabric felt extremly soft agaisnt your skin as you lift your arm to see it was a long sleeved dress.

The sound of footsteps echoing agaisnt the cave grabs your attention as you divert your attention towards the sound, heartbeating faster as your gaze is met with a woman- her skin is a marvelous shade of cerulean similar to Huracan's.

Your throat ran dry, the feeling of fear sinking within you when the lady made eye contact with you, the mask covered her mouth and nose, but you could still see the frown behind it.

You watched as the woman came towards the place you was, a tray was in her hands as she came towards you, the both of you making eye contact but the woman breaks it to leave the tray down on a small crafted table that was placed close to where the hammock was.

The woman did not say anything and just walks away leaving you restless s you gaze down at the tray to see it was filled with a variety of fruits- some you recognized and some you had never seen your whole life.

'Could she be related to Huracan?' You thought, mind a mess as yourbanxiety was slowly surfacing.

'Why did they not leave me on the beach?' Or 'Why did he not kill me?' You thought as no formidable answer came to mind making you feel even more anxious as your thoughts are once again interrupted by footsteps , gaze once again lifting up only for your eyes to widen slightly- it was Huracan's father.

Every step the king took was elegant and filled with authority. He still had that aura of regality with him, if not it was much stronger due to the cape he now adorned which was tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders.

What you noticed about him was that his skin didn't turn into a shade of cerulean nor did he wear any apparatus with water in it- you was curious but your fear was even greater.

He now stood a few feet from the hammock you sat on. The king's eyes held a look of apathy towards you, making you feel like you wanted to dissolve into nothing under his gaze.

"You're finally awake." The king breaks the silence between the two of you, gaze never leaving you as he continued to speak.

"To expiate for the way I behaved towards you in such a hostile manner last night, I have brought you here so that my healers can help and assist to heal you much faster." K'uk'ulkan states, voice echoing through out the cave- sending chills to spiral down your spine.

Feeling great trepidation, you gave a small nod and mumbled a soft 'thank you'.

K'uk'ulkan could see the uneasiness bubbling within you, the way you anxiously let your fingers dig into the blankets that surrounded you.

He was extremly grateful towards you for saving and nourishing his son but he couldn't fully trust you— your acts of kindness could have a hidden ulterior motive yet he took the risk because of his son's attachment towards you.

K'uk'ulkan was just going to leave you on the beach- that being his way of showing gratitude by not killing you for finding out about the Talokanils existence but seeing his son cry over your body, pleading him to save you- he could not just leave you, leading to you being brought here to heal.

You finally mustered the courage to ask him where you was but the sound of feet pattering agaisnt the floor echoed through out the cave as from a conner Huracan appears, a large smile graced upon his face from behind his apparatus.

Your eyes widen, an unknown smile gracing your features as the king looks away from you and towards the young boy that entered the place he was not allowed to.

"Hura what are you-"y/n!" The child excitedly shouts cutting his father's words and runs past him, only to head towards you.

"Huracan, wow ! Slow dow-" your words being muffled when the boy jumps and hugs you tightly almost dropping the both of you off the hammock as it sways unsteadily.

Hauran was elated at the sight of you still being alive, his arms rung around you tightly. He was anxious the whole night about you, pestering his father non stop- he just so happened to sneak up to the surface when he saw his father going and to his luck found you awake again.

"I'm so happy you are alive!" The boy cried out and finally let's go of you, only to cling onto your arm and take a seat on the Hammock.

You roll your shoulders due to the boy hugging you so tightly and the fact that his hug was almost bone crushing.

"Huracan, stop being clingy- you might hurt her even more." The king sighs out tiredly ,cautiously watching as you gave Huracan a gentle side hug.

"Hurcan seems to have taken a great liking towards you , usually he finds it hard to trust others and to create a bond with them." The king says in english towards you as you finally look up to make eye-contact with him, his brown eyes were not as harsh as they were last night but you could still see the uneasiness swirling with in them.

"I guess I am honored to earn his trust" you say thoughtfully as you swallow thickly.

" I would have not had anyone to assist me since I live alone, so once again thank you urm.." your words dying down slightly towards the end since you didn't know what to call the man.

"Namor." He states not too keen on allowing you to call him by his real name as he was still wary about you.

"K'uk'ulkan!" the boy says suddenly and points an accusing finger towards his father- who gave the young child a firm look.

"It's Namor to her, my child." K'uk'ulkan says, Huracan could only retaliate by sticking his tongue out towards his dad, this causing you to let out a stifled laugh which caused K'uk'ulkan to glare at you instantly cutting short your laugh.

"Y/n! you must eat, so you can get better! " the child says, lifting up what looks like a piece of melon towards you as you give the boy a smile as you understood what he meant from his gestures.

"It's okay, Hura. I'm not hungr-gwh" he pushes the small piece of melon into your mouth cutting your words as you was forced to take a bite.

You chewed the fruit slowly causing Hurcan to smile widely and feel happy that now he can take care of you.

K'uk'ulkan watched the two interact , he felt a slight pang of jealousy towards you, the surface dweller because you was able to form such a close relationship with the child.

Ever since Hurcan's mother's passing- the boy and his father's strong relationship was slowly breaking, K'uk'ulkan had made a promised to the young child that he won't let anything happen to his mother but that promise was broken along with Huracan's trust for his father when Huracan found his mother unmoving, the illness she had- had won against them leaving behind a heartbroken child and father.

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hi guys ! pls do reblog , like and share if you enjoyed < 3

also if you want, you can check out this one-shot namor x reader request i have written , it's a soulmate au ♡

𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 , namor x fem! human reader pt.1 ( soulmate au! )

Here's part 6

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