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❝𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚❞

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Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary:

Neil had spent all night watching his girlfriend unintentionally flirted with Jonathan, and he couldn’t stand it.

Warning(s): SMUT. Non-con/Dub-con (at the end). Both POVs. P in V. Forced breeding kink. Jealous!Neil like he is irrational. Soft!Dark!Neil. Daddy kink (so sorry). Minors, dni! Note: the reader is coquette, but only in clothing aesthetic aspect because she is shy.

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When the store was finally locked and the street was quiet, Neil took her hand in his, making a beeline for his house.

They barely spoke as they walked. Every few minutes, he gave a suspicious glare at Y/N, but he was trying to hold in his anger.

Finally, they got to his place, and he dragged her inside with a firm grip. He was waiting for the right time to let out all of his emotions.

And he might just do that tonight.

“Neil?” She questioned him. she eluded innocence, and it was in the way of how she talked or how she acted. Always blushing and always stuttering. It was what made him attracted to her, gorgeous girl in pretty baby doll dresses and milk maid tops with skirts or cute jeans. He was rarely angry with her which was why he knew she was profoundly confused by his behavior.

Neil didn't answer her question. Instead, he slammed the door behind them, and with one swift motion, pinned her against the wall in the foyer by the stairs.

He pressed his nose almost aggressively against hers, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling into a snarl. "I saw everything," he hissed. "You were getting too close with him, weren't you?"

All his insecurities and jealousy finally bubbled to the surface, making him feel angrier than he had ever been. He had felt like Jonathan was better looking than him. "Were you guys intimate with each other?"

“Never!” She gasped, looking into his eyes because he was so close to her face, with his nose pressing against hers. She was confused on why he would ask that. She never even had sex with anyone until she met Neil.

"I don't believe you," Neil snapped at her. "You spent so much time with him, and you had so much in common. How am I supposed to believe you two were never intimate with each other?" He pointed out, accusation coated his tone as he curled his fingers into his palms, gritting his teeth. "I'm your boyfriend, not him," he spat. "And you better not forget that."

“Friends can have a lot of things in common and not be intimate!” She argued softly, eyes widening. Realizing he took a step back, she was able to move past him, down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He knew that was true, friends can have a lot of things in common, but he was beyond rational to think straight. Especially at his thought filled with his fear of losing her.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Neil shouted at her while grabbing her wrist and pulled her towards him. As she was in front of him, he immediately latched onto her waist, refusing to let her go, “look at me when I talk to you.” He hissed with a warning in his gaze, waiting until she was looking at him. “I know you two wanted to be intimate with each other. I can tell just by looking at him and that's what he wants." His grip was beginning to tighten around her waist, his icy eyes staring at her with pure rage.

Her eyes began to widen, him shouting at her with “don’t you walk away from me” and “look at me when I talk to you” had made her tremble slightly in sheer arousal and she didn’t know why it made her wet, but she wasn’t going to let him know at all. She wasn’t even afraid of him either. She didn’t say anything to him, but just staring up at him. Then she managed to slip from his grip and entered his bedroom.

Neil was taken aback when he suddenly felt her slip out of his grip. It was almost like a jolt of adrenaline because it only pissed him off more. He wasn't about to let her get away that easily.

He moved quickly, following her behind as he entered the bedroom and forcefully grabbed her by her waist, and dragged her back to face him. "Don't you ignore me," he said harshly.

His tone is making her thighs feel slightly slick as she grew aroused, it was a good thing he was too angry to see how wet she is from his actions and his tone.

“Stop,” she whispered, hoping he would calm down so she could stop feeling aroused. She did not understand why she felt aroused when he was acting like this.

"I'm not going to let this go, you hear me!?" Neil’s voice raised as if he couldn’t control himself. "You're with me, and no one else. Is that clear?"

His heart was racing, and his mind was on fire and filled with green ooze of jealousy. She was his and there was no way he would let her see other men, that included his friend.

He squeezed her waist even tighter, making her feel uncomfortable. "Look at me! Or do I need to do something to get your attention?"

“I can’t look at you,” she huffed slightly with a soft noise in her voice, looking away from him to the side.

Neil was frustrated; she just had to make things difficult for him, didn't she? "Don't you dare look away." He grabbed her chin with his fingers and forcefully turned her to face him. "What did I tell you? Look at me."

Her eyes hadn’t met his which only served him with increasing rage. His face contorted into a snarl, and the veins on his neck were prominent from how enraged he was. "Look into my eyes!"

“I can’t!” She burst out with a soft whine, refusing to look at him. In response, he settled for releasing her waist, then immediately grappling for her wrist instead.

"Why not?" He demanded, his grip on her wrist tightening even more as anger overwhelmed him. "Is it because I'm too scary and intimidating for you?” He asked, with a tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is it because you know you're guilty of wanting to be intimate with Jonathan?" He was so angry that he wanted to tear something apart. "Stop ignoring me and look at me!"

The biggest mistake was listening to him because when she looked at him and she was purely sopping wet. With a frustrated cry, her free hand latched onto his hand that wasn’t holding her wrist and dragged his fingers under her dress and into her underwear to feel her wetness to reveal how hot and bothered she was over his behavior. As soon she pushed his fingers and felt them touching her cunt, “daddy!” She cried out, and it was the first time she ever called him that.

Neil’s eyes darkened; his breath got caught in his throat as soon as he heard her say the word “daddy”.

All of the emotions vanished in that moment, his anger and jealousy were gone. His heart was pounding, his thoughts racing. He was still holding her by the wrist, and yet…he couldn’t feel any other emotion.

He was just stunned. All he could see was her, and all he could feel was her cunt.

She mewled and began to rut her hips onto his hand. “Daddy, please.” She gasped, begging as her fingers tightened around his.

Neil inhaled sharply as he heard her desperate plea. It was as if he felt a switch go off in him.

One second, he was wanting to argue with her, and the next he was completely taken over by this primal desire with a need to claim her.

It was like she had activated some sort of animalistic instinct in him.

“Daddy? You want daddy?” Neil asked in a breathless voice. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes darting back and forth between his wrist with the hand that disappeared into her dress and her face.

“Yes,” she nodded vigorously, eyes wide open in innocence and arousal.

Neil’s mind was clouded in lust. All of his thoughts were of this innocent and helplessly needy girl, calling him daddy.

She was dripping with arousal, and all she wanted was him; the man that she loved.

This was a dream come true to him.

He dropped her wrist that was still bounded in his hand, and ran his hand through her hair, looking deep into her eyes. "Call me that again."

“Daddy,” she said breathlessly.

Neil was completely consumed by desire, his mind racing, and his body trembling with excitement. He withdrew his fingers from her underwear. "Good girl."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, pushing her against the wall and wrapping his arms around her. He was kissing her so passionately and aggressively, as if he needed a release, and she was the only one who could give it to him.

The feeling was unlike anything he ever felt before. He wanted to consume her entirely.

“Oh,” she moaned into his devouring mouth.

Neil kept on kissing her, his hands running through her hair. He felt intoxicated by her scent, and her taste.

Her noises sent shivers down his body, driving his desire even higher. "You're so delicious." He sighed pathetically, he needed her, needed her more than anything in the entire world. He was obsessed with her.

“Daddy.” She mumbled inaudibly, reaching for his bulge through his jeans and gripping it desperately. He gasped into her mouth, huffing aggressively as he withdrew from her lips before picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.

Neil's primal instinct took over in that moment, and he was completely consumed by this sudden, violent lust. He kissed her even more fiercely, using his slim muscles to pin her down.

He needed to taste her and touch her, to consume her. And she was the only one who could give him what he wanted.

Her moans and whimpers sent shivers up his spine, his lust growing with every movement she made.

She gasped as he dragged her dress away from her body by the straps to reveal her bra and underwear, whimpering when he started to push down, rubbing his hard on against her bare stomach.

Neil's voice was raw and full of passion as he answered her moan, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I love you. You're my good girl."

His lips pressed against her neck, his hands running through her hair. He was so intoxicated by the smell and taste of her. "I need you, baby."

His lips returned to her mouth, his tongue touching hers in the most intense kiss he'd ever experienced. "Call me daddy again,” he mumbled incoherently into her mouth.

“I love you too, daddy.”

Neil felt like his body was on fire, his emotions spinning out of control, and all he could do now was take her. "Good girl."

His jaw was straining the moment his tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, his lips devouring hers like he was starved.

He kept on kissing her like he was trying to consume her. His hands were all over her body, caressing every single part of her skin.

He couldn’t think straight anymore. *"I need more.” His lust was growing with every second he spent touching her. He needed her. He wanted her.

She mewled when she felt him on her stomach, rubbing his bulge against her skin once again.

Neil felt like he was going crazy. He couldn’t handle the excitement any longer.

He needed more.

So, he maneuvered himself off her body and stood up from the bed and began to remove his clothes.

"Baby," Neil murmured the endearment softly, his voice dripping in excitement. He was staring right at her and her lips, her face, everything about her that made her perfect.

His hands were already wrapping around her body as he returned to the bed, pulling her closer.

"Do you want me, baby?" He murmured the question as he got on top of her, straddling her hips.

She shuddered in pleasure when she felt his hot and heavy cock on top of her stomach, skin on skin. “Yes.” She moaned.

"Good girl."

That was all Neil could say at the moment. Any other words had failed him. He could think only of her, and her only.

Neil's hands ran through her hair as his body rubbed against hers, touching her in all the right places. His lips were kissing her all over, and he was taking his time in making sure she was feeling good.

He knew she loved the teasing, and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

She whimpered when he started grinding down on her stomach, feeling his thick cock dragging across her skin slightly as he pushed down his hips in a slight rocking motion.

Neil felt like he was in such a euphoric rush. He was completely consumed by the feeling of holding her in his arms, her body against his. She was his whole world right now, her every breath, her every heartbeat.

His kisses were gentle but firm and passionate. His hands were caressing her everywhere, but they were never too rough.

He was in love with her.

She whimpered when he touched her sensitive nipples, brushing his thumbs across them. Before releasing them so he could scoot backwards to get her dress and underwear off.

Neil's hands brushed against her body, and he was taking his time as his mouth was all over her neck, shoulders, and hands, and his hands kept running through her hair, caressing every inch of her.

He was enjoying this so much that he was losing track of time. He didn't want this to end. He never wanted this to end.

Neil was obsessed with this girl. His girl.

Then he finally placed himself between her legs, settling one of his arms next to her head and his other hand was sliding down between them.

Lifting her legs around his waist, “please daddy.” She begged quietly.

Neil's eyes widened at her words, and his breathing hitched in response. He wrapped his hand around his girth, aiming it at her pussy.

"Baby,” he cooed softly as his body was trembling in excitement. He was ready to take her. He took a sharp inhale, and then-

She’d let out a wail, in pleasure when he slammed his cock into her. Her hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but she couldn’t.

Neil's eyes were filled with passion and lust. He was in a primal state, a state in which all he could feel and hear and see was her.

He started thrusting into her roughly. She moaned, and she felt her hands being grabbed by his and she felt relief. “Oh, daddy.” She breathed, feeling his cock dragging against her walls made her whine even louder.

Neil huffed almost whiningly, feeling himself being consumed by lust. He couldn't hold back; he wanted her so badly. It was as if his blood was boiling with lust beyond his comprehension.

Neil's body was drenched in sweat, and his skin was flushed with a red tint. He was exhausted; exhausted from intense and relentless movements of pounding into her, feeling her tight pussy on his cock.

His heart was pounding, his lips were swollen, and his ears were ringing.

But he didn't want it to end. He wasn't done yet. He still wanted more.

He reached for her jaw with his fingers, and she gasped when he forced her mouth to open then she realized what he wanted her to do so she obeyed completely and closed her eyes in sheer pleasure when he’d spit in her mouth.

Neil was completely lost in a daze, his focus completely on her. In this moment, he felt unstoppable.

He felt like nothing could stand in his way when it came to her. He was going to give her everything that she wanted, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her feel good.

She was his, and no one was going to take her from him.

The pleasure of the climax finally washed over her, making her moan, and she could tell he was nearing his end as well due to the stuttering of his hips as his pace became irregular. Her lust-addled brain was clear when she realized he did not place a condom on his cock. “Neil, you-you need to pull out.” She whispered stammering, trying to push his torso away.

Neil was caught off-guard when she said that, breaking him from the haze he had been feeling for so long. He pulled away slightly, his breathing shaky and heart pounding out of his chest.

He stared into her eyes, panting slightly before shaking his head. "No." That was all he could say, his voice sounding hoarse and rough. "I'm not pulling out."

She looked at him with wide eyes as panic filled in her irises, “I’m not on birth control! You have to pull out before you could get me pregnant.”

"I don't care."

The words left Neil’s mouth before he even had time to think them through. He felt a sudden wave of lust and passion wash over him, and he couldn’t resist the feeling as he started slamming his hips into her, shoving his cock back and forth in her pussy.

Neil was completely and utterly lost in a daze, and all he could think about was her. He couldn’t think about consequences right now, he was just following his instincts. "I don’t care." He repeated again, his voice shaky but loud. "I'm going to give you a baby.”

She was shaking her head, “Neil.” She begged, trying to push his abdomen away, trying to stop him.

"No." Neil said harshly, refusing to be pushed away as he gave a brutal thrust. "You're mine, and I'm keeping you. You don't get to leave." He sounded desperate and forceful as he pushed his body back against hers. "No one is going to take you away from me."

Neil was no longer in his own control; he was consumed by his desire and lust.

She tried really hard to get him to pull out, but the battle was lost. She threw her head back as her hands were dragged above her head by him to prevent her from pushing him away. “Neil.” She all but whined when he started adding more force behind his thrusts .

She felt him deeply as he held her against the mattress. She couldn’t even try to wiggle if she could because he had a tight grip on her, holding her down as he took her.

Neil was so lost in himself that he didn't hear her, not until it was already too late. Her voice sounded so distant to him, a faint noise in the back of his head. He couldn't hear anything but his heart beating in his ears, pumping in and out.

He felt desperate, and his movement grew more aggressive with every second. He wasn't in control anymore; he wasn't in control of himself. His only thought was to let himself go.

"No one will ever touch you again." He spat. "You're mine."

Neil felt like his world was collapsing, all his desires and lust being suddenly sucked away by the feeling of pleasure. Time stood still in that moment, his body moving uncontrollably in the most intense and deep release he had ever felt.

His voice became nothing to a hoarse, broken “fuck.”

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spookykittyboo · 2 days

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Wild ride (i love it istg) 😫😫😫😫😫

yandare copia seeing his darling for the first time and just immediately realising he’d fallen in love maybe? :3 i’d love to see him realising he’d fallen in love with someone and how he would deal with that as a yandare!

stalker cardi my beloved - rat

Yandere Cardinal Copia falling in love at first sight

CW: slight non-con. slight somnophilia (reader gets kissed while asleep). masturbation. good old delusional cardi.

He/him pronouns used for Copia.

He's never seen you around before. Even though he spent his entire life at the Ministry, he's never seen you. He would've remembered your face.

You must've been one of the new Siblings of Sin that decided to join after Papa Emeritus III's performances. After all, Terzo was good at bringing people in. So charismatic. A real charmer.

As much as Copia wasn't too fond of the current Papa, he was somewhat grateful now. You were at the Ministry now, trying to make yourself more comfortable in your new uniform.

There was something to you. Maybe it was your eyes. Maybe it was the devotion that every new Sibling went through. Maybe it was how sweet you looked on your knees when you were muttering prayers to the Dark Lord.

It didn't matter what it was. What really mattered was that you lured him in. You knew what you were doing, didn't you? You had to. There was no way you didn't know.

It might've just been single glances, but your eyes told him everything. You loved him just as much he loved you. You had to love him as much as he loved you.

After all, you didn't mind him coming to your room at night just to look at you. Sure, you were asleep, but if you had any issue with him being there, you would've woken up and told him to get out.

Instead, you kept sleeping there peacefully. Letting him hold you, even accepting his gentle kisses. You allowed him to be there in bed with you. Allowed him to observe your body.

One day, he'll actually talk to you. For now, he'd just look. After all, he didn't even know your name. Not yet. He'll learn it eventually. Or he won't. It didn't matter.

Just getting to be so close to you was enough for now. He knew you loved him too. He just needed to make sure you realize your feelings, too. But that could wait.

All in due time, he would mutter to himself, giving you yet another gentle kiss as his hand sped up on his cock.

All in due time.

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @firefirevampire @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess @natoncesaid @sirlsplayland @thatoddboy @lightbluuestars @igodownjustlikeholymary @strawberriiblossoms @choco-meow69

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spookykittyboo · 10 months

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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Spit kink namor????

#namor the sub mariner #namor

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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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.

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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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spookykittyboo · 1 year

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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?

…

"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.

…

"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."

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