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I was like... thinking about writing for a ghost fanfic.

Like P.E III (terzo my man) x reader with religious trauma and she then join the church (of sat4n). Then he make her his bride. Like....dkdkid idk

#ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus lll #terzo my beloved

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MY BABYYYY🩷❤️❤️🩷❤️❤️🩷🩷🩷

Hello… 02:46am here in Brazil, and guess what?

Heh… 🌚

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•Part 1 of this one I’m writing✍🏻

•Another Myers imagine🔞

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I NEED ALTERNATIVE ENDING ASAP!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!

hey im back from the dead to talk about wick 4

#wick 4

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i know we all down bad for tenoch's Rafa Quintero, and imma write it down.... for our sake.

#tenoch huerta meija #rafa quintero #tenoch huerta #narcos mexico

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A part of me

Namor x f!reader (No body specification)

Sp1t kink i guess.....

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In reina; My love

Beete; Do it

In ajawo'; My king

ka k yaan k suut juntúul yéetel le uláak'; and we shall become one with each other

I sat in an empty cave with lights illuminating the blue surrounding of many rocks. Perhaps I may have been a bit exaggerated. The cave was neither empty, nor filled with the creature of my liking. It was strange and unpleasing, a sight to the eye, yet a pain pushing my sorrow deeper to make me cry.

I have lost my days.

Counting my time, till it felt like it flew far from the reach of my fingers. Then, my body was light, floating around the deep water with my eyes closed, giving nothing to any of my will to reach the surface. To even touch the warm sand I used to walked on.

Time has lost any of its faith in me, left me to the ocean. Left me all to him.

They days of longing has gone to only memories. Used. Was.

The spell of his hovered over my body, my mind, and my sanity.

I saw the sweet piece amongst his many brutality. In his eyes, I saw the promise he said the night he guide me through the water, as his lips whispered sweet nothing to my ears. He stand before me, he pity the poor women with no choice of being tied to a serpent god, a king to his people. But, there was a glint I have never seen before, that night when he came into my room, dragging his thumb on my bottom lip down. "In yakunaj…" and just for that night. A certain night of his voice being subtle, calm. Just that night where my head was sinking slowly in the lavender haze. No more of an evil king.

I was stupid.

Easily manipulated into the deep sea.

I turned to the table behind me, to see the glass half filled with the clean water, one of his servant brought to me. I took it in my hand, turned my body to face my dearest king. Lift my hand to press it against my bottom lip, all the while his hand took a turned and moved lower, resting firmly on my neck. "Go on." he said with his deep voice, knowing my every moves just like the water he has lived in for years.

I looked closely at his eyes. I have never noticed of how brown it is, it's like a different world in his eyes and just makes me wonder. How does one sees the world from his own eyes? How does he see me from the under the blue water before he took me down with him? I wonder…

It's beautiful.

I played it at the tip of my tongue, swirling it around to collect many more too numb to the draconian grip he had on me. His hands was starting to feel like a bad habit I get addicted to each time I inhale the taste of it, I lost the danger I should be afraid of.

I slipped out my spit, as it rolled out my lip to the tip of the glass, and fell to the clean water. I watched his eyes as it follow how the water sank deep a part of me. "Beete! Now!" he said calmly, yet I can feel his domination in every word he let slipped out of his brown lips.

"In ajawo'. For you." I leaned the glass, further from me, to touch his bottom lips. "A part of me." I said with dazzling eyes.

The room was all silent, empty with nothing but lust vaporizing our thoughts into nothing but two standing creatures with little faith.

"ka k yaan k suut juntúul yéetel le uláak'"

#namor #namor x fem!reader #namor x reader #kukulkán #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther 2 #jose tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta meija #tenoch huerta #talokan #talokanil #king #king namor

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Spit kink namor????

#namor the sub mariner #namor

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Amor

Kinda subby! Namor, his abandonment issue is showingggg (Brown eye girl reader) namor x fem!reader

In querida reina; My dear queen

Teech k'abéet ti' teen; I need you

In reina; My queen

Much P'at u bixake' intia'a; Please let it be mine

A man had his body powerless, laid underneath a damped roof.

And while his body was a cry to desperation, his head was in his own daydream

Thinking of one's warmth and the careless whisper she threw at nights

He was weak. In his powerless state.

The other side of the brutal king they worship, just another starving being that craved for love and longed for it for hundreds of years.

He missed her.

And thus where the king was.

"I'll always be here. Won't ever leave, love."

Her soothing voice grew a home of comfort in his chest, as deep as it goes, his heart was placed in it with no hesitation. Growing a nest turned to a wonderland.  "Here, let me help you."

She unbuttoned the second, then her third.

As she saw him nibbling on the material of her shirt, searching for the comfortable bud he longed for. Stopped for a moment while her fingers held the edge of the material. She saw a God. A God yielding for a comfort in a woman of the surface. Craving a touch he once lost, caused by the sadness of one's mother.

She breathed,

Yet, she drowned as the pressure pushed through her longing for the surface. As he told his beloved little miss; She let her sorrow dragged her body to her death. For the boy, his guilt will always taint his skin with no washing away the pain. But then, she was there. A women from the surface, a land in which his mother came from, a land in which she loved the most.

 She left it unbutton at last, earning a soft touch in between her plump breasts with his hands running two fingers in the middle of the curved river. Oh, so pretty and real. She felt like the waves in between my fingers during the daylight, anytime the land calls me out just to feel her presence. "Amor," she called out to him as he was cut from the daydream of his imagination. The name he was cast out of, a word he never once heard out of the people that meets his eyes. But her.

"Patience there." she calms the God.

"In querida reina, please. Teech k'abéet ti' teen, don't torture me no more." his eyes glinted with the past images of old goodbyes and the touches he lost for years long. Craved a deep dark hole in his chest with shooting pain pumping his chest with suffering and many tribulation In his empty cave. All alone. The strained in his voice projecting the heavy heartache flashed before his eyes.

His hand wandered more to her bare chest, soaking the sick feeling of possession of one's being. Caressing it roughly in a rushed for his lust had taken over his whole body and for whatever worth, the fear of him losing her might keep him always have his skin on her. She lift his head a little to put aside the other side of her shirt underneath his head. "All for you, my king." she said. Putting herself an offering for the mighty king of Talokan.  He raised his upper body and dug a sight at her loving brown merciful eyes. He held his body with his elbow, holding himself facing from the side still with his left hand on one of her exposed breast. With parted lips he said "You will never leave my side, In reina. And forever you will be, safe in my hands." and loved. Loved by the king, adored by the king. Reign over the king with a single glance of a little innocent eyes to turn the table, from a God of all people worship to a man with his knees bow down in front of a mortal women of the surface.

…

He lay his head on a place he called home where comfort meets his head.

A body of two, tangled on the white sheet. Wrinkled and a bit of a mess the two have made. And as the sun set on the surface, a body of a man breathing calmly as his mouth sucking on her teat. Peacefully diving down the essence of her, heavily drunk in the safe embrace of her heart. And now for once, the sharp edge of a knife turned dull, the brutal ruler of the under slept in peace under the kind word of his queen. Suckling hungrily at her skin making her weak as he kept going to fulfill his needs. "Amor…" she moaned. She started to feel the fading will to move to just lay all of her. There. For him.

 He moaned a lazy response to her voice while his lips still intact to her bud, and the other hand playing it gently, swirling it in between his fingers. He mumbled "Much P'at u bixake' intia'al" under his hot breath. Denying all the duty, needs and the power he held in the back of his hand. For him, she was all that exist in that room with him, and as far as his fear of losing the women he loves once more…

May they give strength to whoever touches the queen with their own willing.

#namor #namor x reader #kukulkan x reader #kukulkán #wakanda forever #black panther 2 #jose tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader #namor the sub mariner #sub!namor #tenoch huerta meija #fanfic #hot villain

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Okay, so Namor fic with a bit mommy issue and lazy soft sexual theme with lots of abandonment issue and plenty of hot red flags?

#jose tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta x reader #tenoch huerta #namor the sub mariner #namor #kukulkán #kukulkan x reader #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #namor x reader #talokan #fanfic

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Hidden Gem

smut, riding the Talokan king. idk.... pee pee and woo woo mush. wakanda forever spoiler i guess....

Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! ; I told you many time!

In yakunaj ; My dear

Beet, a reto ; Do it, I dare you

Chúuns táanil ; Keep going.

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Oh what would they say?

How would they react to the ruthless urge of the man with a strong will of anything he sees, anything he touch.

The grip of both of his brutal hands, on the skin of a clueless creature, a fragile, incomparable to anything of his power.

A God of all people, whose under his words.

The sun was in his hand. He brought it to shine the dark water of his people.

Do they know?

Will they ever know? The rush of being a hidden little gem of him, being unknown.

His people. Will they ever open the closed curtain of his cave, to find their king's entanglement with a mortal being?

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"Ah,  Namor. Stop… please…" she plead, as she sat on her throne. A place which only her body can remarks on, a place which the king presents to her. A queen's throne.

"Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! That is not who I am to you. K'uk'ulkan. Say it, in yakunaj. Praise me!"

 She moved lazily, waving her body to the front with her hands on his chest. With a little strength of the thin air, she gave a soft move lifting her body to bounce back on his, rewarding her with a hard grunt spilled from his brown lips, driving fast to her ear, echoing the walls around her. Lewd and melting.

"Chúuns táanil, love."

As her head was swimming in the ocean of his creation, she only felt the depth of how far he had gone. The feeling of his cock fulfilling her walls could only go for the sky. Overwhelmed and intoxicated, she bounce lightly with little consciousness.  She came to the state of realization when his hands gripped tightly to both of her thighs, planting a short length of his nails deep on her innocent skin. "…mor… Namor… I can't…" his eyes was closed, feeling her clenching walls around him, driving him to drown in her as she fell deeper to the ocean of both of them.

"Stop, beet. A reto." he dared. A command in which he stared directly into her brown eyes.

But, she stopped. She did.

The little light glistened her tired eyes, hazy, heavy. She deepens his length by pressing her body down a little more, "Shhh… in yakunaj, you only pulling your king into madness even more." he said, while his hand stayed a little longer on her hips. Toying her body as his puppet. She tilted her head to the left, showing curiousness, with her hair covering most of the side of her face.

"I wonder…" she whispered.

Attachment of one girl to a man of mysteries and myth. Have you ever wonder what lies beneath him? The power he held? Those long years of loneliness, haunting, chasing and craving the used of slumbers with no touch or even the soft whisper of a women. The moment was her, she looked down, from his eyes, his neck, then the brown skin painting his abdomen. Her fingers danced for a short while, staring at the scarless, yet she knows the surface of him has faced many of anything she could ever face. He looked to the sweet little girl with her wandering eyes, wondering what was running in her brain and her eyes, she whispered, any word of her own while facing his skin.

"A God, a man, how would I ever fight his temptation? Who else will I beg to when his own hands pull me to sit and become his own queen.  His sheer will and his poisonous words pouring acid to my skin and now he filled it with a part of him. Love, how do you expect me to walk away when your most harshest command sounded like your kindest request. " her words, inside of her beautiful mind.

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"My king, K'uk'ulkan. Forgive me, sir."

She then bent to find his lips met with her, giving him a sweet taste of her just to sank his head a little more to the pillow he lay his head on as she lift half of her body and bounces her body the way she did earlier.

The way it supposed to.

The way he loves it.

"Agh.. Ahh.. Love, t-t-the sun shine bright for my people." he stuttered, talked through the mess she was trying to make out of the king. Grunting out the pleasure pumping him to the edge.

"…b-but, for you… the universe will be on its knees."

#tenoch huerta #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta x reader #namor x reader #kukulkan #kukulkan x reader #hot villain #namor #namor the sub mariner #kukulkán #black panther 2 #jose tenoch huerta mejia #fanfiction

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hey guys, ive been receiving ur request, i will work on it. lately depression been hitting me real hard. sorry :(

#im sorry #depression

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there's been so much bo sinclair in my fucking feed

tbh. i aint complainin, cause that sugar pie aint a bad looking pie

#bo ainclair #horror movies #house of wax #vincent sinclair #my dude

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Gonna watch halloween today

#horror movies #michael myers #james jude courtney #fanfic #halloweenends #michael myers x reader #slasher #halloweenkills #halloween ends #thomas hewitt

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so... ten days till we thirst an old man..........

#halloweenends

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hey peeps

am i supposed to sit here and wait till someone talk to me about sucking michael myers dick????????????????????/

#horror movies #michael myers #james jude courtney #fanfic #halloweenends #michael myers x reader #slasher #halloweenkills #thomas hewitt #halloween ends

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request? request.

mayhaps

my man Bo with a reader who gets turned on by either the violence he inflicts on other ooor the reader?

it's my blood kink and wanting that man to hold me by the throat speaking ahahahahaha

In 1 2 3, I fell.

smut!!!!!!!!!!!!! bo sinclairxreader

One,

 I saw his hands, they dance softly against each other, twisting each of them in the most vulgar way my eyes could only handle. A slick, smug grin showed on his face, the nightmare that women would've never thought of becoming a reality in front of her eyes. I can see the fear spiraling inside her small head, her hair was tainted with the blood many of her friends. I pity the crying girl.

 The small glimpse of the view given by the creaky door burned the wide deserted heaven in me. Was it wrong for me to see a perfect picture of him in his nature? He's bad guys deep in his blood, born to play the role of his own.

"Please, i-i, i havent-"

Yes, I can see. She's struggling to survive from the worst of his intention. And to make matters more twisted, how I wished I was her to torture in his hands. Oh, the sweet pleading and the pain he enjoyed out of her.

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Two,

 "Oh, little kitty love what she sees?" he whispered. Tenderly, soft, like a crying on summer night. "Hm?" he hummed a question, I stood still barely living with his hand having a tight grip on my face "Wish it was you huh, doll? You wanna be a pretty doll for me? I'll put you in that fuckin' shit museum, as the most beautiful piece I created." he pressed me against the dirty wall of his old garage. A place of many sins of me and him. 

Three,

 His thrust was sloppy, filled with stupid messy rage and nothing but the sound of us was twirling around the darken room. Me and him. Just me and him.

#bo sinclair #horror movies #fanfic #halloweenends #slasher #house of wax #halloweenkills #michael myers #james jude courtney #vincen sinclair #halloween ends #thomas hewitt #michael myers x reader

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HEMLO HUMANS

i miss getting request, i think im gonna start again. cmon witches, pour ur angsty horny thoughts on me.

#old man #james jude courtney #michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloweenkills #halloweenends #halloween ends #slasher #thomas hewitt #fanfic #menswear #makeup #music

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Hey can i request something about Peepaw, rz or og Michael or three of them (whicever you want) with a reader who is asocial because of some f*cking traumas (mostly about sexual abuse)? This can be everything. Smut, fluff, angst...I just want to see something like this and if you can i'd prefer its long :)

A living daydream

Peepaw Myers x Reader

TW; Anxiety, Depression

No specific gender

Message from the depressed writer; This sucks, love u peeps

He was a nightmare of all of the sane.

A walking hell to those who have seen his presence.

And I’m a walking creature with no sense.

Peculiar, yet a copy of each other.

…

 I remembered the day I saw him, my friend was laying down, lifeless. I was the one to take a look in devil’s eyes. There was little to look at, almost complete darkness, then the light flashed a little bit of themselves. A kindness to the curious one. I saw an eye and it was suffering. The dead girl on the floor suddenly turned to shadow I couldn’t care for one soul in my body.

 Perhaps, the devil took a pity on me that night. As the blood fell from his shining knife, his left hand did nothing, not a move. As feared as he is, this one didn’t move me. My body was not frozen, it was just there. With him.

…

“Michael…”

  I called to his name, as I heard the front door opened. I knew a long time he was no person of affection or even communicating to another person. Then, I saw him sitting in front of a mirror in his sister bedroom. Sometimes, I wonder what’s driving in his head but, maybe it will always be a mystery to me.

I put my hand on his shoulder, smiling as I feel his breathing, I missed him. “Anything I can do?” I asked.

He looked at me underneath his masked.

I went to his side, sitting on his lap as his hand reached to my left cheek. It was… rough, with dried blood painting some of it. A gruesome picture. He had his thumb on my cheek bone, caressing it a bit rough. His form of affection. I smiled to his action, slowly his thumb went down to my bottom lips. Oh, the memories of us, every time he did it.

…

I feel stupid.

Lost.

Nailed to his hands.

He would wash away my thoughts with it.

It was unspoken, but it’s presence. It was love. His love.

 That night, I drowned myself in a pit of fire with no way out, I cried my head out. The day was darker than the night, the night was a silent companion to ease my burning head. But then, I feel him against me, in me. Pressing my thoughts away saving me from the hell I created. I heard myself, watched myself with him in the reflection of his sister’s mirror. What a sight we created. The demon gave me his heart.

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Some of my hair joined in the mix of the ocean he created, a warm insane driving water. I was in a daydream at the moment, my hand drove to the edge of his mask, lifting it slowly as his breath getting heavier. Dropped the mask behind us, and there’s Michael. Him  His hand moved to the center of my face with spread fingers and my hair tangled in it. When I caught both of his eyes, looking at me, in between his fingers. “Michael,” I called out to him low, almost to a whisper. He pushed my back closer to his chest, till I moved my own body so our nose are in touch with each other. An easy sign for us to then lean in for a kiss, and I can feel his need, his rage as well as his other side I could never walked into. His fingers then went to my hair, spreading his fingers, making me feel the cold air running up in my body. His touch will always be a different sensation, cooling down the heat in my head with each of his skin.

#michael myers x reader #old man #horror movies #james jude courtney #halloweenkills #halloweenends #fanfic #michael myers #thomas hewitt #slasher #halloween ends