#tenoch huerta imagine

[firemenenthusiast]

i dont know how to describe this but please give tenoch huerta more feather jewellery for him to wear i dont care what type as long as theyre feather cuz it suits him ssoooo well like that one photoshoot where he wears that feathery earpiece LORD HAVE MERCY he looks so good

with that, i rest my case

[wint3r-h3art]

Push & Pull | Namor

summary: He’s very good at pushing you, but you’re just as good at pulling him in and stringing him up. 

Word count: 4.3k (Sorry I really got carried away 🥲)

warnings: Established relationship, brain rotting smut. no plot at all. fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, vaginal sex & choking, sub!Namor

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

a\n: I’m very much hungover, but I pulled through and finished this. This is the No Power AU. Talokan is its own independent nation in this one. No beta as usual, so if I missed anything, I apologize. If you do like it, please please comment & reblog. It means a lot. Feedback just helps me create more works.

**** Do not repost and claim it as your own, or copy, or plagiarize my work in any sort of form. 

His eyes fixed on you from the moment you got out of the bathroom. Through the vanity mirror, you noticed the way those liquid ambers stared right through you. An underlying hunger simmered beneath the surface was almost palatable.

Heat slowly slithered up your neck and straight to your face. Your breath caught in your throat as your heartbeat surged. For that brief second, you knew what that look meant, yet you didn’t dare to acknowledge it, knowing full well that none of you would make it out of this hotel room tonight if you state the obvious.

You exhale for the first time as you slowly put on the pair of jade earrings he had gifted you on your birthday. It was obvious that your hands were trembling from the anticipation alone. Your gaze shifted to the mirror, watching him watch you as he brought his coffee cup to his lips. You just knew that kind of look. 

The thought excited you because right now it was all about the will–who would break first? It wouldn’t be long–it had never been long. Nine times out of ten were you. 

“Aren’t you going to dress?” you asked, turning slightly to give him a full view of your cleavage. 

The smooth silky dress left little to the imagination. Namor could see the way your nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight made his cock twitch in his pants. His mouth watered at the thought of what it would feel like to have those small, perky buds in between his lips. 

You looked extra delectable tonight, and the thought of going out to the gala suddenly felt like a pain in the ass for him. He wanted nothing more than to have you begging and pleading for him instead of this diplomatic dinner that none of you wanted to be there. Surely his cousin, Namora can help him out of this little predicament.

“I don’t take long, in yakunaj,” he murmured almost too slowly that you could only pick out the word “in yakunaj”. “I prefer watching you getting ready instead.” 

The smirk almost gave it away. Oh yes, he loved to watch you dress alright. It was because there was something satisfying about the thought of fucking you out of it that made him giddier than a kid in the candy store.

“Do I want to know what you are thinking, Ku’ku’lkan?” Your hands were too busy trying to put on the pearl necklace, but of course to no avail.

He chuckled. You both knew the sort of game he was playing. He was trying to be coy with you, acting as if he wasn’t going to do anything about you. Oh, you definitely knew about his little game. A little push was all it takes before you completely surrender yourself to him–something about you willingly submitting to him just aroused him. 

You took his little chuckle as the answer to your question. He had no reason to hide his desire from you–why would he if you were more than willing to give in to him so easily?

“Here, let me help you,” he said softly–almost too calmly as he shifted underneath the comforter, trying to hide his raging hard-on from you. 

Your breath shuddered when you felt his warm fingertips brush against the nape of your neck. Suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore as your back warmed by his presence. Every molecule in your body was aware of his proximity, and the need to be closer to him was stronger than ever. His magnetism was a danger on its own. 

And you loved every moment of it.

Your body stiffened at that instance as if you were trying to compose yourself, but that seemed to slowly fall apart the moment you felt his hand slip into the back of your gown and reached around to cup your breasts. Namor found your nipples and he tugged at them, twisting and stroking until the small nubs became erected. His large, calloused palms massaged and kneaded your soft mount slowly, taking his sweet time to relish the way they feel.

Your head fell back against his shoulder with a low, shaky moan.

“I always love the way they feel, do you know that?” he said almost lowly all you could feel was the reverberation that shot from your back. Your eyes fluttered as you watched him through the mirror. His desires finally reached a boiling point. You could feel his lust seeping through his very pore.  “I’m going to worship them, sucking on them until you come while my cock is buried deep inside you.”

Words failed you as his words slowly registered in your mind. You couldn’t help but whine in his arms, imagining the things he was going to do to you.

“You like that don’t you, the way your cunt gripped my cock so tightly that I could barely move?” He spoke as he rolled his hips. “Feel that. My cock gets really hard whenever I think about your pussy.”

“In rein….” you managed to utter out loud in between your gasps as you relished the way his clothed cock feels against the cleft of your ass cheeks. Hoping and wishing for more as your pussy clenched and unclenched at the emptiness. Your arousal practically leaked through the thin fabric of your pantie as he continued to ground his bulge on you. Your body felt like it was set ablaze as the image of him sinking deep within you was becoming more apparent.

Namor released you to tear the back of your gown open. A surprised gasp slipped past your lips at the way the cool air felt against your feverish skin.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t have anything else to wear,” you panted. 

The dress he just tore into shreds was one of your favorites, and he knew it too. Your tone betrayed you though. You loved this–you loved it when your lover was rough with you. Something about the way he let himself go and embraced his instinct. You wanted more. You needed more. You wouldn’t mind begging him either. He loved it. It fed his ego. Arching your back, your breasts pressed against the hard plane of his chest. A shaky breath slipped out of you and stared up to meet his gaze. 

His need outweighed his patience. He caught you, and his mouth captured yours with a rough and demanding kiss that made your head spin. Desperation filled his vein as he settled you down on the large California king bed. He practically tore at his pants as he stared down at you. You tried to swallow, but your throat was bone dry as your eyes landed on cock.

“I’ll buy you many more, in yakunaj.” He said before pulling your thin, flimsy panties off of you with his teeth. His eyes trained on you as he was doing so.  “Now spread your legs for me.”

Biting your lips, you slowly spread your thighs apart, bearing all of yourself to him. You watched the way his gaze darkened. Namor licked his lips as he joined you on the bed, pinning your hips down, his gaze now on your glistening cunt. You swore those minutes felt like ages as you struggled below him, wishing for him to do something with his mouth or with his cock.

His thumb pressed against your swollen bud, rubbing in a slow circle. He glanced down at you, his eyes were like liquid gold beneath the amber light. You could see the way Adam’s apple bobbled by the way he was trying to soothe the ache of his dry throat. There was nothing more magnificent than you are now, laying here, all spread out. Wet and ready for him.

Namor slowly stroked your pussy lips between his fingers, squeezing it slightly till your slippery juice leaked out between the folds to coat his digits. It was hard to not moan when he was toying with you like this.

“Darling…” you said again, your lids fluttering as you tried to look at him through the haze of this lust of yours.

“...Hmmm?” He asked, looking at your face as he dipped two fingers inside you. A groan rippled in his throat as he began to pump in and out of you. “This pussy of yours…I swear is going to be the death of me.”

Your body jolted at the welcoming intrusion. You slowly rocked yourself onto his fingers, and his lips pulled back into a grin as he slowly stroked himself with his other hand. 

You watched him through bleary eyes. Your mouth hung agape as you watched the way his large hand slowly glided along his hard shaft. Beads of his precum glistened underneath the dim light,  leaking out of the slit of the fat, bulbous head of his cock, and it made your mouth water.  

“Hmm, look at you getting off on my fingers…hmmm. It feels good, doesn’t it?” 

You nodded as you rocked faster onto him, wishing for more.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come for me.”

Your fingers slid down to your slicked cunt, circling and rubbing at your body until you moaned heatedly. It felt so good, but it wasn’t as good as having your husband touching you instead. You closed your eyes and imagined the way his rough fingertips worked you instead. You wanted to feel his mouth on your clit, sucking on it and licking at it as his cock was deep inside you.

Namor’s lips pulled back into a satisfying smile as he watched you slowly work yourself up. You were practically panted now as he continued to pump his fingers all the way to his knuckle, making the wet squelching sound even more apparent. Your slick was practically coating his hand the more he worked on you.

You on the other hand were slowly unraveling right before his very eyes as your fingers moved more firmly now on your clit. A moan worked its way from your dry throat as the warm desirous heat swelled within you. 

His name fell from your lips tremulously as he could feel your wall begin to flutter around his thick digits. You would have been shied and hid your face if it wasn’t for how eager you were for your release. The need that pulsed through your vein was scorching hot, and you wanted nothing more than to feel it burn your entire being. 

You came with a shout as your thighs clenched almost too hard around him. Namor could feel your release coating his hand as he slowed his movement. He watched as your body convulsed before him as you tried to ride out your orgasm.

Breathing hard, you stared up to meet his gaze. His lips were on yours again with a hot and demanding kiss that left you weak and breathless. His thick, masculine body lay between your legs as he kept all of his weight on his knees. His erection pressed against the center of your body. Every inch of you felt like it was being burned from the imprint of his touches alone, and he had barely done anything more than fucking you on his fingers. It was almost madness how much your body reacted to his touch alone.

Gone was the control by the way you wrapped your legs around his thick and muscular waist as you returned his kiss with a full force of your own. Your boldness surprised him, yet intrigue him, and his desire to have you take over this little dance was becoming apparent.

“I want to be on top,” you murmured as you struggled to pull back from his kiss. Your lover’s eyes seemed to glint underneath the dim light. You could see the small smirk that was etched at the corner of his perfect visage. You could feel his cock twitch in between your legs as well. Perhaps the prospect of you being on top turned him on, or perhaps it was your tone–so bold and so determined. It thrilled him and excited him.

Without a single word of protest, he rolled over, bringing you on top of him. Namor stared at you. His large palm grazed down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He could feel the way your heart beat almost frantically against your chest. Your nerve may be fraying, but he damn knew the kind of depravity awaited him.

You stared down at him with a smirk of your own before you leaned in and kissed him, tracing the outline of his perfect lips with your tongue. He didn’t have to ask because you were as eager as him. 

This week has been as stressful for him as it was for you. Everyone wants a piece of him one way or another. A diplomatic lunch to dinner to the fucking gala that you knew he didn’t want to attend. Even with you here with him, he barely spent time with you as his kingly duty demanded his attention more so than ever. His every move was being watched and criticized. Just like when Wakanda made itself known to the world, the nation of Talokan had been thriving in secret from foreign invasion for centuries. The nation had just recently made itself known for its existence to the world. Because of this, he had been asked to come here for a little talk–which you might have guessed was for the purpose of trading or sharing the resources. Knowing how unyielding your husband could be. The gala was merely a disguise in their attempt at negotiation.

He tasted so decadence–of chocolate and coffee as your tongue slid and grazed over him. Your hand gripped his hair, holding him to you as your mouth devoured him. It was all lips and tongue and a pure carnal desire that permeated your blood. Your response only urged him closer to kiss you deeper until both of you were panting and breathless.

His arms went around you. His blunt nails dug and scrapped along your back as you arched into him, pressing your sensitive nipples into his hard chest. You could feel his muscles corded and strained beneath your pussy by the way he tried to control himself from doing anything more. 

“Tell me what you want, in reina?” he asked as you pulled back to stare into his warm brown eyes. Devotion filled his gaze as he looked up to meet yours. This was him trying his best to give control to you.

“I think retribution is much needed–especially, after the stunt you pulled on my dress earlier.”

Namor bit his lips to hide his little smile as he tried to compose his expression.

“And what kind of retribution are you asking?”

“I think…you’re talking far too much, in yakunaj. It’s time for you to put that mouth of yours into good use, don’t you think so?”

A noise emitted from his throat as he knew what you meant. Namor helped you up until you were kneeling astride his head, giving quite a view of your drenching pussy. His hand immediately trailed down to his shaft as he slowly stroked it to ease the ache. 

“Not yet, darling,” you gripped his hand, halting from whatever of his movement. “Make me come first, and perhaps I’ll consider letting you use my mouth.”

He smirked and let go of his shaft altogether as his hands were now gripping your ass cheek. You could feel him trying his best to not knead at your supple flesh as he stared up to meet your gaze. An undeniable hunger simmered beneath those liquid ambers.

Without a word you slowly sank yourself down onto his mouth. A yelp left your lips at the way his tongue greeted your slicked heat, plunging into your drenching pussy with shallow penetration. His tongue rasped through the slit from bottom to top. The rough, coarse hair of his beard scratched and burned your sensitive skin in the most delicious burn. Your hand flew straight to his har, bunching in tightly in your hand while he was clasping your thighs and holding you there.

His moan reverberated right through your clit, making the small bud throb and ache. There was an intent in the way he was eating your cunt. He walked a fine line in the way he was worshiping you and using you to state his own desires at the same time. Every lick and every flicker of his tongue was meant to show his devotion to please you, yet at the same time, he was sating his own desires that felt endless.

Obscene sounds filled the room, yet none of you seemed to care or noticed. Your hips rolled, and every now and then the tip of his nose would brush against your clit, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Your husband was being a menace at the way he was slurping and moaning so loudly that you would have been mortified by the sound alone if you were sane. The thing was, you weren’t. You were as gone as he was.

Heat curled at the pit of your stomach as jolts of pleasure began to build until you felt like you couldn’t take anymore. The warmth of his mouth and the moist heat of his tongue were killing you slowly as your pleasure continued to build. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest as you were trying to keep up with your arousal. Your wall began to flutter around his tongue the more you ground yourself on his mouth, and eventually, like a tidal wave crashed against the rock, you came hard with a strangled noise as your body convulsed and strained above him. Your thighs clenched almost too tightly around him that it would have choked a normal man out, but not him–not your husband. 

Namor loved this sort of reaction, and he loved that he could give you such a mindblowing release with just his tongue. It was certainly something for his ego there. He only encouraged further as his grip locked down on you tight, pulling you until you covered him with nothing but your essence. His tongue continued to lap at your release, drinking you up until the last drop.

Your legs shook slightly as your body was still sensitive to his touches. Reluctantly you pulled back to sit on his chest and stared down at him. A visible, shit-eating grin was more than visible on his face. This was not a punishment to him–oh no, he was enjoying this a bit much, you thought.

“Do I want to know what you are thinking right now, in rein?”

“No. I just love the way you taste, darling,” he said as he wiped his mouth with his fingers before putting those same fingers into his mouth. The sight made you quiver. Your pussy barely recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just pulled out of you. How in the world are you going to get this man to beg for you?

“Truly?” You asked as you lazily stroked his erection, watching him trying to stop whatever noise from leaving those lips of his. His precum leaked out of the slit and slowly rolled down the shaft and onto your hand. His eyes fluttered shut as his mouth parted, relishing the way the warm flood of pleasure worked through him.

No word came out of him as he struggled to maintain his sanity. His hand gripped the sheet beneath as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

“Tell me what you want, my darling,” you said softly as your hand continued to work his thick cock. He was so heavy, and warm in your palm. He was more than ready. “Beg me to ride you.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as his body arched off the bed briefly. You could feel him shudder beneath you, and you know he was at the breaking point. Just a little more push and he would break, you smirked.

“Don’t be stubborn now, my sweet husband. Surely, you want this as much as I do,” you tease as you slowly knelt astride his body. Slowly you sank down until you were hovering over his cock. You slowly moved up and down, coating his shaft with your moist, slicked heat, but you made no effort to put him inside you.

“Feel how wet I am for you, darling?” you teased as you leaned forward. Your hand was holding onto his broad chest as you rutted yourself on top of him.

And then you hear it, the low rumble of his voice reverberating from his chest. It was so low that you couldn’t make it out the first time around.

“What is it, in rein?”

Gritted his teeth, he spoke. “Please, fuck me.” His eyes glossed over. His hands grasp at the soft skin of your hips. Desperation filled his voice as he looked up to meet your gaze.

“Now that isn’t as bad is it?” you smirked as you grasped his length and lined the fat head of his cock against your entrance.

His breath hitched in his throat as you slowly sank onto his length, slowly inching down. You both moaned in unison at the way he stretched out your tight hole. Namor fought his breath for control. You were so tight and hot around his cock. Your muscles gripped him tightly in your warm, slicked heat. His mind scrambled for control of his own body, but it felt like his rationality was gone.

His large palm slid down your ass as you slid up and down his thick cock. You were so full and oh so stretched out. You could feel every ridge and every vein that ran underneath his shaft. Your brain filled with nothing except for the thought of being so stuffed up by his cock. His warmness and his hardness took your breath away whenever you sank all the way down until your ass hit his thighs.

“You feel so good, in reina,” he groaned, hands squeezing at your hips every time you sank down a little harder than before.

Your hand mindlessly roamed his broad chest, hand squeezing at his pectoral occasionally before it landed on his shoulder. 

“Wrap your hand around my neck…” he mumbles. 

“What?” You stopped your movement altogether as you stared down at your husband.

“Please put your hand around my neck and slowly squeeze it as you fuck me,” he spoke again as he slowly lifted your hips up and began to pound into you from below. 

Staring deep into his eyes, your hand slowly wrapped around his thick neck firmly, but not too tightly. You could feel him swallowing as he continued to piston his hip upward to meet your heat. You groaned as the pleasure clouded your mind once more. You did as he had asked, and you have never seen him lose himself this way before.

His mouth hung agape as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. His movement faltered as you took over to ride him hard, bouncing on his cock as if your life depended on it.

You have heard him moan before, but not like this. There was a raw edge to it that made your pussy throb and ached more than before. It didn’t take long of course as he came inside you, dumping his load until it started to leak out of you as you continued to fuck him.

He was practically heaving at this point as you slowed your movement. His eyes were bleary, dazed and so spent as he lay there. His soft curls were disheveled as he brought his hand to his lips, trying to bite the knuckle as he bathed in the afterglow of his release.

You were still on top of him, but you were no longer moving. You were as breathless as he was as you sat there with his now soft cock inside of you. The aftermath was messy, but you didn’t care. You knew it always ended with one of you covered in a mess.

And for once, you were thankful it was your husband.

“Remind me to choke you next time…” you said in between your heavy breathing. “I’ve never seen you this worked up before….”

Namor chuckled beneath you as heat flooded his face. “If my queen wants to be on top more often, who am I to protest such a request?”

You rolled your eyes as you tried to hide the smile. Oh, now he’s in a good mood. 

“Hmm, perhaps we can start by getting ready for that gala that is thrown in your honor?”

Your husband grumbled as he rolled to his side, bringing you with him as well. “Perhaps in a bit.”

“We are going to be late,” you protested, slapping his chest, but to no avail. Namor felt like he needed a nap, so he was going to get that nap of his.

“Tell them we operate on our time…the Talokanil time. They won’t know what that is.”

You could feel his shit-eating grin by the way he was mumbled in your chest. He was in that mood, and you just couldn’t do anything about it…even if you are his queen.

“If Namora decided to yell at you, I will not stop her…”

Your husband looked up from your chest. “15 minutes…that is all I ask.”

You sighed. “Fine. 15 minutes. I’m setting the timer now.”

Your husband let out a groan as he pulled you closer to him. “Fine.”

a/n: some translation from the fic.

in yakunaj: my love, my darling, my dearest

in rein: my king

in reina: my queen

[imaginesbymonika]

About you

Masterlist | the big one

Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.

Prologue

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Finale

special chapter

[jeromeswife]

yandere tenoch x f!reader - can’t ignore you

Masterlist

Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x F!Reader

Word count: 972

Summary: Your secret admirer is someone who you least expect.

Warnings: stalking, hints of the reader experiencing anxiety

(A/N): happy bday @omgsuperstarg​! your gift since you requested this <33 

(Y/N) had received some mystery packages at her home before the press tour, and even still at the hotels she’d stayed at.

“(Y/N),

I hope to tell you who I am one day. I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are. Each time I lay my eyes upon you, the details of your face begin popping out all so suddenly. I believe I am meant to be with you, my love. Meeting you since day 1, I have been obsessed with you. My mind races each time I see the curves of your body on that screen, on set. Everything. You will be mine.

- From your beloved, T. M. Heart”

Those packages would contain lavish gifts. It really depended on how (Y/N)’s admirer felt that day. She would get roses, chocolates, polaroids of her taken when she was out with her co-stars Lupita Nyang’o and Winston Duke, packs of kush buds for her to smoke and some rolling paper, and very expensive wine.

(Y/N) would often get freaked out by this and tell her manager, but there wasn’t much she could do since it was common for stars to get stalked. After all, you’d been in a few feature-length movies and tv shows as well over the years. It all started once (Y/N) was announced as a cast member for Wakanda Forever, playing Riri Williams best friend, Verena Frost, the offspring of Emma Frost who went to MIT to gain some semblance of a normal life while she was in hiding due to her mutant powers.

Fans went nuts when her character and Riri Williams were announced, automatically earning those two plenty of more followers online. They instantly became best friends and when on set, Tenoch would get very close with them as well and would be goofy when they interacted. (Y/N) had noticed the stolen stares he would shoot at her when they were doing the final battle scenes on the ship.

She never thought much of it, honestly. (Y/N) was used to men and women eying her as such. All her life, people told her she was beautiful. But yet, Tenoch never did. Only spoke to her respectfully about anything. How her day was, what she ate that morning, where she was last. Very respectful.

However, today was the last press day for Wakanda Forever. It was pretty nerve-wracking since it was also her birthday. (Y/N) (S/C) hands began to sweat so much, becoming clammy before putting on her dress for the press. How she looked in the dress certainly calmed her nerves. The orange complimented her skin tone and made her look gorgeous. And before she knew it, her hair and makeup team got to work before leaving for the press.

(Y/N) arrived at the panel with the cast, earning lots of praise and shouts from fans about how beautiful she was. People online often compared her and Lupita since they both always stunned the public with their outfits. But they were really best friends outside of press events and were often seen being really affectionate towards each other.

She grabbed a mic and sat next to Tenoch where her seat was marked. She noticed a breath hitch in his throat as she sat close to him. She really liked Tenoch, but only saw him as a friend. He was pretty sweet to everyone in the cast, including (Y/N), so nothing brought up any red flags.

Her palms sweated from the nerves of the panel. Social events made her anxious and the idea of all eyes being on her was something she was only comfortable with on set. (Y/N)’s publicist even trained her for things like this, but she still never felt ready.

Tenoch noticed her anxiety and sneaked his hand toward her, wrapping his pinky around hers with a comforting smile. The quick beats of her heart stopped when she felt his hand close to hers. (Y/N) hadn’t realized how much she needed it.

“(Y/N)! How was it like filming scenes with Tenoch?” An interviewer asked her, and she looked over at him, seeing a curve of a smile at the edge of his mouth. She gulped nervously before bringing her mic up to her mouth.

“Well, Tenoch is a very talented actor and scene partner, so it was really fun to work with him.” (Y/N) answered a quick breath of relief after. She was thankful it was over.

“And Tenoch, how was it like working with (Y/N)?”

Tenoch’s eyes lit up from the question, and sparkles filled his eyes at the mention of her, “Oh she is so talented! Very sweet human being and I hope to work on her in different projects apart from this as well. Actually..”

He turned to her and further wrapped his hand around hers. “(Y/N), I am irrevocably in love with you. It’s been hard for me to confess the way I feel for you. You were my shining sun every day on set and I am grateful to have met you, and then to fall in love with you. Will you be mine, mi amor?”

Tears came to her eyes and she put a hand over her mouth. (Y/N) was unsure of how to feel. She had suspected that he liked her, but she would have never expected him to confess to her in the public eye. Now all the pressure was on her to accept him.

“I-I...” She took a deep breath and took his hand in hers, squeezing it and nodding. “I will happily be yours.”

The audience went crazy as Tenoch pulled (Y/N) close to him and whispered in her ear, “You’ve been mine since the second I laid my eyes on you.”

Right then and there, she realized that Tenoch was the one stalking her. And she was now doomed.

[ransprang]

Tenoch Huerta x Fem! Reader: meeting your parents

You and Tenoch had been dating for several years now, and it was finally time for him to meet your parents. You and him definitely had a language barrier but both of you communicated well, and his English wasn’t too bad. You were also learning Spanish to understand the words Tenoch didn’t know in English. But you were afraid that your parents wouldn’t have the same rapport with him.

You arranged a dinner with your family. Before going Tenoch was visibly nervous, he looked at you and spoke in his thick accent, “y/n I do not know if I can do this… what if you parents hate me?” You kept a firm hand on his shoulder “they will not, you’re the kindest, sweetest and the most handsome man I’ve met”. He smiled at your reassurance and kissed your forehead.

The two of you arrived to the reserved Mexican restaurant with your parents already waiting. When they first laid their eyes upon him, there was a glint of approval just by how smart and handsome he looked in a formal white shirt and black pants. “Hello Mr and Mrs l/n I am Jose Tenoch Huerta. I work in the entertainment industry”. Your parents shot each other a look at his heavy accent and broken sentence. You smiled and held his hand sitting down next to each other.

after introductions everything went well but your parents had their doubts, after all they were giving away their daughter to him. The time to order dinner finally arrived, your sheltered parents didn’t quite understand what they should eat. The only exposure to Mexican cuisine they had was Taco Bell, with their stomach wrenching diarrhea inducing tacos. When Tenoch decided to get tacos at the table your parents shot a disgusted look you direction.

You immediately jumped to Tenoch’s rescue, “mom dad, he makes really good tacos at home! Let’s trust him for the dinner order”. Tenoch smiled and continued ordering food for everyone. When the dinner arrived, to your parent’s surprise it was soft shell tacos, they hadn’t had that before, definitely not at taco bell.

Tenoch had lines of worry on his forehead as your parents fumbled around with the tacos. They looked afraid to mess up and very uncomfortable. He took charge “okay how about I demonstrate how to eat.” He beamed with a smile and began folding his taco like a mini burrito then took a bite, you giggled and followed. You both seemed so much in love that your parents discomfort seemed to disappear. They too tried following his actions and managed to get a big bite out of their food.

Everybody on the table was finally enjoying themselves and your parents were realising that the synergy between you and Tenoch was deep and adorable. Your father began asking him questions about his lifestyle and family, he shared so much more about the Mexican culture. The table was chatty and you finally felt at ease looking at him laugh his heart out. Tenoch was finally a part of your family and you knew everyone loved him because of the person he is.

[syrma-sensei]

Tenoch Huerta kisses like a slut

[namorslutfanfiction]

Imagine Tenoch and his co star are filming a scene. And there's an accident where it should have been Tenoch that got hurt but his co star pushed him out of the way.

He feels so guilty and rushes to the hospital to make sure she's fine.

And he's so worried and keeps beating himself up for not noticing what was happening fast enough.

But it turns out she's mostly ok except she like broke her leg so now she's on crutches. She tells Tenoch it's not bad but he's like determined to take care of her.

Cue the rest of the film schedule where he's just babying her the whole time. Carrying her places or rolling her around on a wheelchair. Buying her cute gifts.

Then her boyfriend shows up and Tenoch is jealous because he got used to caring for his co star. But now her boyfriend took her away. And the boyfriend is jealous because she keeps talking about Tenoch.

Then the boyfriend says something mean somewhere on set that isn't private. And tenoch over hears and he's gonna interrupt but he walks in on the guy pushing her to the ground.

Then Tenoch goes full Rafa and tackles the dude. They actually have a full on jealous fistfight. And she's on the floor watching all this crying. Tenoch is the one who goes to her first and they tell the boyfriend to leave.

So now everyone thinks Tenoch and his costar had an affair so it's awkward. They get told off by their producers for causing so much drama. Now they both have 'assistants' helping them with everything so they don't interact.

So they decide to just text each other nonstop all day and night and have a weird semi long distance relationship while filming the movie. They sneak away to spend time together but always get caught by their assistants.

Finally once filming wraps they get to go on a date which turns out to be a trip to the doctor to get her cast off, and then a celebratory romantic dinner cooked by Tenoch as a thank you for everything.

Insert cute and sweet and loving smut scene with jokes about him helping her forever.

My brain is racing with ideas. Ugh

[itaintenough]

He had no business looking this hot from the back 😮‍💨

creds to @unicornspwnall

[inklore]

listen as a namor whore (namwhore?) i think that he loves marking you as his like man would go nuts with the hickeys and bruises (and bite marks too). on the off chance he lets you return the favor he’s surprised by how much he loves seeing the love bites and bruises on his own godly self >:)

pairing: namor x princess!reader

word count: 962

warnings: eighteen+ content, mentions of p in v but not shown, teasing, bites and marking, established forbidden relationship.

note: ok see i love this concept, this take, this thot!! but i fear he’s not completely into you returning the favor because for him it’d be more of a ‘i want everyone to see and be reminded who you worship to’. and i think he likes to stay looking proper to his people, but he does let you get away with bites left under the shorts!!

You were supposed to have left your room and met your mother and the council minutes ago—almost an hour ago you now see as the clock on your bedside reflects back to you in the mirror you’re standing at. Trying to right yourself back into looking presentable, kept, like you’re not running late because the man at the foot of your bed used his sweet siren song of pretty compliments, and words that had you out of your dress just as fast as his fingers had torn at the undergarments underneath it.

Leaving your balcony door open for him was seeming more and more like a curse than a blessing.

Letting him come and go as he pleased, when he cared to visit you after days of being MIA. Sometimes only noting his presence with a saltwater covered gift he’d leave at your doorway, when you’d stayed up as long as your body would allow to. As you waited to see if he would come to you; or when duties like council meetings and required dinners were demanded of you—events a Princess was supposedly meant to attend.

You’re surprised your mother hasn’t sent someone to fetch you. You expect it anytime now, ever the punctual woman your mother was. Being tardy was surely going to get you a stern look and deep questioning.

“Jats'uts,” he mumbles against your shoulder.

Beautiful.

Pretty.

Your heart soars, fingers only wavering a little as you do your best to right the necklaces adorning your neck. Your body having just been molded pudy in his hands mere seconds ago. Your thighs still sticky from having his mouth and cock between them. Your legs still feel that heady wobble from post orgasm. Your mind and body still coming off of that beautiful precipice of want and desire, of falling against his body like you couldn’t stand up straight, or function properly, without him being there to sink into—or onto on most nights.

You had told him how urgent it was that you make it to this meeting. How he needed to turn around and make his way back to his beloved ocean before someone saw him, and your mother had both of you locked away.

A threat he laughed at. A threat you knew meant nothing to someone as powerful as him; a God.

“If this were Talokan I’d make our people come to you. You’d never have to lift a finger, princess.”

Our people.

As if there were some alternate reality in which that could come to formation. Where the two of you would rule as equals and not something forbidden, and secretive.

There had been too much death and destruction on both sides, from both of your people, for either groups to be happy to be ruled by the both of you.

But the fantasy was nice to dream about—get lost in the idea of actually being able to flaunt your love instead of hiding it.

When his arm wraps around your waist your body works on instinct, on knowing the hands and warmth of the man that’s touching it. Guiding it into his chest to lean and rest against. His lips brushing at the side of your neck, mustache burning your skin.

“Or you could stay naked, spread out for me. Waiting for my return while I handled everything.”

“Mm.” You let your eyes close as you grin, “no responsibilities other than pleasing my king.”

“Precisely.” His teeth take a hold of your sensitive skin, his tongue following after the sting like a salve. Making your body tremble against him, a gasp falling from your lips. “You’d never want for anything. I would have it brought to you. Made for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to you, princess.” His mouth repeats it’s actions against your neck, his hand creeping lower to the start of your thigh.

That ache between your legs quickly making a home once more at your swollen clit.

“K’uk’ulkan,” his name falls from your lips, practiced, known, worshiped—as you moan softly. As you let him suck and bite at your skin, letting his words coax you into that fantasy world you want so badly.

You don’t come back to reality until you feel his fingers start to pull up the bottom of your dress, the cool air against your damp underwear bringing you back down from that building high.

“Nononono,” you pull away from him. Untangling his arms from your body and sending him a scowl at the way he’s smirking at you. “I’m already late because of you!”

“My apologies, princess.” His hand waves towards the door, “don��t keep your people waiting any longer.”

“I won’t! You-” your quick movements stop abruptly when you see it, when the deep hue catches your eye in the mirror. And maybe it’s half your own fault for not stopping him, for once again falling victim to the hot-tease of manipulation of his beautiful words.

There’s words of anger and disbelief in the back of your throat, ready to come up and spill over at the man whose eyes are locked onto yours in the mirror. Who is still wearing that signature cool as can be expression, that you really want to slap off of him.

Your mother was going to kill you.

String you up as a pariah!

“My mother–”

“Will not be pleased, no.” He finishes for you. Steps back into that space behind you, returning his heat to your back. His thumb runs along the bruised area, eyes gleaming at his creation before flashing back to yours. “But now everyone will know you belong to someone.”

You belong to me.

Unspoken in words but not in the way he presses a kiss to the love mark, lips soft and endearingly sensual.

[mooncleaver]

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.

pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader

warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol

El Niño Sin Amor.

That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.

He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.

She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.

She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.

She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.

One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.

"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.

It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.

"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."

(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)

For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.

The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.

"Is she-"

"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.

He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."

"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.

"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.

"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."

"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."

One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'

"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."

The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.

Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.

Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.

Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.

"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.

(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)

"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.

"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."

(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)

He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"

Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.

"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.

(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)

"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.

(I love you)

Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.

He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.

Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.

When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.

It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.

"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.

"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.

"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."

Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.

After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.

It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.

If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.

"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.

(My sweet, come and look!)

Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.

Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.

You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.

Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.

If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.

"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.

"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."

Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."

"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."

"Together, we will watch the world burn."

lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥

this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.

also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!

dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling

tags: @bloatedandlonly

[firemenenthusiast]

someone tell tenoch he could easily just lie in those interviews

[wint3r-h3art]

pecs biting anon here (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

THE IDEA OF MY BUM BEING THE TARGET OF THOSE LARGE HANDS,,,,, ans after tenoch helps soothe how sore they are, you snuggle with your face in his thoroughly bitten warm chest and he just kisses and nuzzles into your hair whispering sweet things of adoration while his hands are still cupping your bottoms and you fall asleep like that 🥺🥺🥺

but also

namor, probably extremely pissed off and on the last strerch of his patience, is in the middle of fvking reader so hard reader can barely talk, pulls reader close by the hair and growls in their ear asking if they're worthy enough for his magic cummy, if they get to have him finish in them, if theyre going to answer him because seas know if the smallest thing goes against his wishes hed just snap at that specific moment, and reader scrambles to answer coz they want to please him so bad— or they dont, coz they want to rile him up and make him rougher to the point they absolutely cannot walk for weeks, idk

conversely, because i have a praise k!nk, he praises reader endlessly like yes you're his beloved, youre beautiful and exquisite and you fit perfectly with him, and most importantly you're his and therefore you get all!!!! the cummy he can give you!!! which obviously means it's a glowing flood down there!!!! and namor will be very smug and pleased with his work

(also, as fellow southeast asian, im v v v excited for namor x asian!reader 🥺 and sorry if this is long,, thots are the sustaining force for my sanity ok love u bye! 💕💕💕)

You can’t just bring this over here and not expect me to explode 🫠

Like excuse me, girlie I’ve been thinking about his tiddies and how they feels. I’m a very hands person, so like I deadass will be touching them and squeezing em till he slaps my hand away 😩 that man just radiates warm, and I can’t think of a better way to snuggle with him on a cold morning 😭

Not Namor pulling my damn hair 🥴😵‍💫😵 idk if you seen other thirst posts, but I mentioned many time that it’s a major turned on for me, so like….im already done 😭 Dmckkskw this is the horniest ask I for today, and I am unwell. I need to lie down 🫠

(We love unhinged SE Asian girlie 🤭 ily for that 💛)

[thegreatestsandwich]

Baby, all at once, this is enough (Namor x f!reader)

(Still obsessed with him, don’t judge me)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 574

Summary: You gave him one of the gratest gifts he could have ever asked for.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: What can I say? I love him so much that I will write for him to the day I die

Translations:

In yakunaj - My love

Jats'uts - beautiful

In reina - My queen

Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj. - You have given me more than I could ever ask for, thank you my love

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Namor enter quietly to his quarters, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting. He remembered the moment he saw you laying on his bed, so pale and weak, that the thought of loosing you terrified him. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that. He couldn’t. You were everything, his strength, his heart, his soul. He was a changed man because of you.

You opened your eyes at the sound of him, a smile immediately forming on your face. “Hi.” You whispered.

“In yakunaj.” He kneeled at your side, his hands quickly grabbing yours, kissing your palms. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You laugh. “I have everything I could ever need at the moment.”

Namor smiled, even after all this time, he waiting for you to ask anything, you would always deny that offer. “You are glowing.” One of his hands left yours and brush away the few strands of hair that glued to your face thanks to the sweat. “Jats'uts.”

“So you are saying I was not beautiful before?” You said, the smile still on your face. Namor shook his head in amusement. “Have you seen them?”

“Not yet.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to see you first, needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.”

“As if I could leave you alone.” You whispered back.

As if on cue, Namora entered smiling, two little bundles tucked on her arms. “K'uk'ulkan.” She nodded at Namor, turning quickly to you. “In reina.”

Namor left your side for a moment, walking towards Namora, gently taking away one of the babies. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his son, cradling him as gently as he could. You had given him so much more than he ever expected to have. Much more than he deserved.

Namora soflty place the baby girl on your arms, her fingers tracing the features of the infant with so much wonder before taking her leave, leaving both parents to bond with their children.

He walked to you, sitting on your side. Your head rested on his arm, as he watched both of his children. “Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj.” He kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes. Namor couldn’t help the tears that began falling down on his face, looking back and forth between his children. “I vow to protect them, to protect you.”

You hummed, a bit tired from everything. “You don’t have to vow anything, I know you will do it regardless.” Your tired eyes watched how your husband brushed his hand over your son’s bald head. At that moment, you love him even more than you had before.

“The others want to meet them soon.” Namor whispered against your hair, noticing how your eyes began to close. “I manage to appease them for a little bit, but I am afraid that they will demand to know them soon.”

“I know, Namora didn’t leave my side until they were born, I think she even threatened the midwife when she made a mistake.” You laughed, your eyes finally closed.

Namor hummed in approval. “Remind me to thank her later.” He put his son on the basket, the one that the old women from Talokan had given him before, repeating the action with his daughter. “Rest, in yaakunaj, you have earn it.”

“Stay.” You muttered against his chest.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

[ransprang]

Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader Narcos (American) AU - N/SFW

You had just been assigned a case to investigate the Narcos in Mexico with your best friend. You both together meant trouble, with a forsaken sense of humour. You two understood each others feelings so when you both were assigned the case together, it was a lot of excitement mixed with the worst ideas of fun a human could come up with.

That’s how, the best romance of your life began. As your plane touched down in Mexico your heart skipped a beat as if it knew what the future held. After a welcoming nights fun the next day you were ready to enter the bureau with your bestie. You two marched forward, and an oak coloured man wearing a dark red shirt tucked in with black pants greeted the two of you “ welcome y/n and b/n…my name is Tenoch and I will be your partner on this case”

You both shook hands with him and got to work. First thing you realised was that the department was a mess and the second thing was that your parents were racists. Now while battling both these sides you saw the worst of your thinking come out. You wanted to be isolated to clean up the department, work hard and get the case on it’s feet, but at the same time you had another goal. To rebel against your parents and show them that they are wrong and to be with a Mexican just to be against them. The strained relationship with your parents brought out the fighter in you, perhaps also the slut.

A few days later the team along with you 3 decided to go to a bar, where you decided to tell b/n about your situation over drinks and suddenly you saw an unexpected reaction. They were angry at you, you were scared for the first time. “How can you constantly over complicate your life haven’t you had enough?” They screamed at the top of their lungs outside the bar. From inside, the team and Tenoch spectated discussing what the 2 people could be fighting about. B/n stormed off into the distance as you walked in with a embarrassed smile as everyone stared “well I’m sure I needed a few more drinks before dealing with that” you cracked on making light of the situation.

Tenoch decided to walk you home that night as he asked all concerned “what was that about? Couldn’t be about the Narcos”, you looked at him “well I’m going to be completely honest…”

In a blink of an eye -

You two were laying naked next to one another on the bed, he said in a hoarse voice “well that crosses one of your goals out” you turned your head towards him “yeah I guess it does…”. He got up while discussing the case casually and wore his clothes. You felt happy that you did this but at the same time a sinking feeling in your heart persisted. “Alright y/n see you at 8am tomorrow!” He said while walking to the door, “8am?!! You’re leaving at 2 am! That’s not fair” you spitted back. As he closed the door behind him to go start his bike he nonchalantly waved you goodbye with a sly smile.

You had feelings for your partner at work, Tenoch Huerta. This was unironically caused by your parents. The next day at work you faced your best friend again, they weren’t angry anymore and apologised for their behaviour last night. You felt relieved but now you had gotten yourself into another mess. Without realising you pursed your lips as they said “you do not over complicate things, sorry for saying that”, they shot you an eyebrow and asked now what… “I slept with…t…enoch” -“YOU WHAT?!” They screamed, making everyone in their cabins look at you both including Tenoch himself. You two were garnering a reputation to yourselves.

Over the next few weeks you and Tenoch casually kept hooking up and acting like nothing happened the next day, as your bestie shot you dirty looks at work. Till one day he went out with his friends on a fine Friday evening. You went home and all you could think about how he had sex with you and now could be doing the very same with someone else. It was a lurching feeling in your stomach, as you laid in your bed for hours at the verge of tears. Why were you feeling so strongly, why were you even hurting? This was all a ploy to be rebellious against your parents.

As the clock struck 12am, a few moments later you heard a man scream your name from the street outside. You went to the window and saw Tenoch drunk, fumbling by his bike calling out to you. You quickly ran down and got him up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/n I love….y..ou” he slurred out as he leaned in for a kiss. You leaned back without realising and then suddenly pushed him away “you’re drunk Tenoch go to bed.” You threw him on your bed and put the covers on him.

The next day he had some explaining to do, but you didn’t mind any of it, In fact you couldn’t stop smiling. He could tell, this was your way of saying I love you back. You both spent the weekend together, simply in each others company. On Monday your bestie could instantly tell something was up, but they knew it was for the better this time.

Your cocaina,

Admin Sav

[syrma-sensei]

Okay, as a dental student, I can't describe how perfect Tenoch Huerta's teeth are.

[namorslutfanfiction]

Didn't have any time to write today.

But I had a thought.

Tenoch being your acting mentor. Like this time around you're the new one to this cast and you aren't fluent in Spanish. Its a primarily Latino show with some American actors. (Think Narcos Mexico)

Tenoch feels for you since he knows what it's like being the one struggling to talk and keep lines straight. So he goes out of his way to practice with you and encourage you.

Most of your scenes are with him, and you get more confident because of his support. People start joking that he's adopted you but he makes it a point to remind them you're very much a beautiful grown woman and he couldn't leave you to drown. So then you're his new muse according to his team and Tenoch doesn't mind that.

You get so comfortable with him that you go to him for advice on fight scenes, acting practice, how to talk to press, general pronunciation. Tenoch is more than willing to help. He also loves to tease you every time you get your Spanish wrong.

When filming wraps, the two of you are paired for the press junket. The chemistry is palpable to everyone and you gush about Tenoch and how helpful he was.

Tenoch equally gushes about your hard work and how you found your identity as an actor. The rumors start flying about you two being involved.

Tenoch, being private, doesn't mind letting the rumors fly and eventually die off. But you start getting hate from his fans because you're younger and so new to the industry. Undeserving.

You start putting space between you and Tenoch. You sign on to a new project that has you working in South Asia for a year and don't tell Tenoch. He learns from others where you went and they wonder why he doesn't know.

Tenoch is hurt that you didn't tell him and thinks you must not want to be around him anymore. He tries to call you but decides against it.

The rumors die down completely when news gets out you are dating your new co-star in Asia. Tenoch gets sad and jealous but tries to accept that if you had wanted to stay close to him you wouldn't have left without telling him.

You run into each other at an award show. Tenoch asks where your date is and it's your mom. He asks about your co-star and you tell him it was a publicity stunt and you were never dating.

You apologize and say that the rumors scared you because you were so new and since Tenoch didn't try to set the record straight before you ran away. Tenoch apologizes for not protecting you and says he misses you.

Then his date shows up, kisses him on the red carpet and the paparazzi go crazy. You are the one hurting now and leave Tenoch with his new girlfriend.

Tenoch wins the award and thanks you specifically.

...

I could write this. It would be so angsty