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thelastharbinger · 1 year

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“Pull it, pull it!”

Tenoch: “There is a snake in my boot!” 🥺👉👈

#i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love I ADORE HIM #*grabs tenoch face* i shall give you a thousand kithes and you shall experience love and warmth and only good things forever and ever #i wish to have his spirit of wonderment when i reach his age damn #tenoch you are so precious to me i am screaming it off of rooftops in the hopes the wind will carry that message for me #tenoch huerta #namor #namor the sub mariner #k'uk'ulkan #the forever purge #black panther #wakanda forever #bpwf #tenoch huerta mejia #cutie #toy story #woody

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aolechan · 5 months

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Tenoch Huerta as Juan in The Forever Purge (2021)

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #tenochhuertaedit #the forever purge #juan #i love one (1) mexican woody

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tenoch-hq · 5 months

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Tenoch Huerta as Juan in The Forever Purge (2021)

#juan #the forever purge #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #film #gif #tenochhuertaedit

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unicornspwnall · 1 year

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The Forever Purge (2021) dir. Everardo Valerio Gout Tenoch Huerta Mejia as Juan

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feasibilities · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Juan The Forever Purge (2021) Directed by Everardo Valerio Gout

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nxno · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta x Badhombre magazine

#tenoch huerta #tumblr #marvel #disney #wallpaper #black panther #mcu namor #wakanda forever #namor #black panther wakanda forever #the forever purge #Tenoch #Tenoch Huerta Mejía

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donamarocas · 1 year

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give credits if you repost, please

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Xoxo 💜✨

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saphic-viv · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta in The Forever Purge.

#tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta #namor #narcos netflix #the purge #the forever purge #filmgifs #movies #namorados

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talokanda-forever · 1 year

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I absolutely LOVE how Tenoch makes jewelry pop!

Plus, I just adore this shot,with his sexy ass looking fine as hell.

#isn't it supposed to be the other way around?#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia #the forever purge

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Reunited: Juan x reader

GIF by henryburrell

You reunite with Juan after what feels like forever.

Warnings: swearing, violence, death, blood.

Not sure how this will do since Juan is a very underrated character but I really wanted to write something about him cause I just love him so much.

A/N: You understand + can speak spanish in this [if you can however speak/understand it plz let me know if any of the translations are wrong. I used google translate for this)

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The purge only happens one night a year. One night and people can do whatever they want. Until these people choose to make it a 'forever purge' and you end up getting separated from Juan, your husband

Juan had escaped Mexico over a year ago. He wanted a new life and got that when he entered America. A bonus? He had been able to live his new life with you. He had actually met you on the ranch when you had stood up for him against some racist asshole.

Neither of you knew this 'forever purge' would happen, and as you sneak through the city in desperate search of Juan, who so desperately wants to look for you but is forced to stay where he is, you are forced to watch as the horror continues to unfold.

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It's not the gunshots that scare you, but the screams. The screams of the unfortunate souls lining the streets, their blood everywhere.

It's been hours. Hours since you were separated from Juan and the other’s. You have no way to contact them as the satellite dishes were brought down, and you have no mode of transportation. It's safer this way but it still doesn't make the worry you have subside.

Keeping your head low you scale the wall: the gun in your right hand gripped tightly. Another scream rings out sending chills down your spine, and as you pass another body, you let out a shaky sigh. fuck.

You re-focus back your thoughts back to your husband, using this as a motivator to keep going.

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"¿Cómo sabes que no están heridos?( How do you know they're not hurt?)."

Juan paces. He always paces when he's stressed or worried.

"T.T."

"Slow down..."

His friend plants himself in front of Juan, placing his hands on his shoulders to physically stop him. Juan, however, shakes his head.

"They could be..."

"No."

T.T shakes his head, like Juan had just done, then he looks at him stern.

"Ellos estan vivos (they are alive)."

"Tu no sabes eso. (you don't know that)."

No, he doesn't. What he does know though is how capable you are, and how well you can protect yourself. He had seen this first hand before you were separated when you had taken down someone, as well as in the past when he'd seen you deal with more than few racist assholes.

"They can protect themselves Juan.." T.T continues. "Ellos estarán bien(they will be alright)."

T.T removes his hand from Juan's shoulder, and nods, before walking off. Juan sighs and runs his hands over his face.

He better be right.

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Once the coast is clear you sneak to the alleyway directly across from you and, much like you have been doing, you remain low. The people going past may be able to spot you if you stand so this is the best chance to keeping out of the spotlight.

Dropping your head, you look down at the ground. It's still unreal to you that this is still going on. It was supposed to be over and for a brief time, it was. Until it wasn't and now you're forced to live through it...but for how long, though?

It's obvious this won't be over in the next couple of hours, that's why Mexico and Canada have opened their borders to those wanting to seek safety and shelter. The military are nowhere to be seen, either, making matters worse.

A shot runs out, startling you, but it snaps you out of your thoughts, enough to get you on the move again. Ducking behind a destroyed car you sneak over to another building which happens to be a library. Though it gives you enough shelter to wait for a moment to look around and see if there could be any sign.

It comes in the form of a rose. A painting of a single rose in the middle of the wall in front of you, and as you focus on it more, it triggers a memory.

"He had told us to follow the roses si alguna vez necesitamos ayuda (if we ever needed help)."

Juan sits, his cowboy hat next to him, while his back is against the wall. You’re sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"..wow."

Juan nods. He decided to tell you the story of how he escaped to America. It was through a tunnel with a group, lead by a boy. When they had crossed to America the boy had told Juan him that if he ever needed anything that all he had to do was follow the roses.

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"Of course."

You mutter, moving away from the wall.

"That's perfect."

With one last look around the area you begin to follow the roses, praying that Juan had remembered and followed the roses too.

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When you enter the building a pair of men appear, immedietly aiming their guns at you. You hold your hands up in defence.

"What are you doing here?"

The one on the right moves closer.

"Are you one of them?"

Them meaning the ones who is the cause of all of this.

"I'm here because I'm looking for my partner and for a few other people. I'm not one of them."

I could never be

The pair keep their guns aimed at you, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"¿Cómo sabemos que no estás mintiendo? (how do we know you're not lying?)

"El tiene razón (he's right)."

They seem like they're good people, they're just defensive and you don't blame them. You could be bad which of course you're not but they don't know that. You could be lying just to kill them, so you get why they're acting this way. Still you want them to know that you're not a threat and you're telling the truth.

Taking a deep breath, you sigh.

"Te prometo que no soy una amenaza (I promise you that i'm not a threat)."

You pause for a moment, before continuing.

"I promise you that I am only here for my partner and for the other people, too. Te lo juro (I swear to you)."

Then you wait for what they have to say. They keep their guns trained on you, but they don't shoot which is a good thing. All you can think about is Juan and how you pray he's there and he's alright.

So you begin to come up with something...until a voice cuts through the silence.

"Ellos estan diciendo la verdad(they are telling the truth)."

And it's like your whole world stops. You let out a gasp, your eyes flicking over to him. Juan. He has been through a lot more, you can tell, and that breaks your heart to see- staring at him with wide eyes you feel the tears fall.

"Juan?", you're so relieved to see that he's okay and he's actually there.

"(y/n)..."

Snapping out of your shock you immedietly run over to Juan, the tears now falling down your cheeks.

"Thank god."

Then you throw yourself into his arms, feeling him wrap his arms around you, as he pulls you against his chest. You practically cling onto him too afraid to let him go- you need him right now, you don't want him to let you go.

"I thought I lost you." though his words are muffled.

"I-i'm here Juan." and he's beyond happy that you are. He's not sure what he would have done if he lost you. "...I'm here.

Pressing your face into his shirt more.

-Time skip-

"Estas listo? (are you ready?)."

Juan keeps his hand in yours, while you watch as other people rush out the door. The other's wait by the door for you.

The border to Mexico may be closed but there's someone who will be able to sneak you across. You will be leaving right then and there. That means you need to leave quickly or you may miss your ride.

So you smile up at your partner and nod, squeezing his hand.

"Vamos (let's go).". Juan quickly steals a kiss from you leaving you smiling. Despite everything that's happened he's the only person who can still make you smile. Then you join up with the others. "We're ready." and with one last look at eachother, you leave.

You'll be safe soon enough. It hurts that you may not be able to return to America, maybe ever again, but you're just glad to be able to escape to somewhere where you will be safe. Where you can live with Juan without that constant worry and fear. That's all that really matters.

#the forever purge #juan x reader #juan the forever purge #juan the forever purge x reader #tenoch huerta

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raurquiz · 3 months

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#felizcumpleaños @tenochhuerta #tenochhuerta #actor #namor #blackpanther #wakandaforever #narcosmexico #theforeverpurge #sinnombre #elinfierno #gueros #diasdegracia #spectre #bluedemon #sonofmonarchs #elmasbuscado #casidivas #getthegringo #los33 #aquienlatierra #TheChosenOne

#happybirthday #feliz cumpleaños #tenoch huerta #actor #namor #black panther #wakanda forever #narcos mexico #the forever purge #diasdegracia #spectre #sonofmonarchs #getthegringo #los33 #the chosen one

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chocolatebageltje · 7 months

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Anyone got some good deep dives / video essays to recommend me on The Purge franchise? The hyperfixation demands sustenance 👹

#the purge #the purge anarchy #the first purge #the purge series #the purge election year #the forever purge #the ed tw suggestions when I'm typing these tags oof #movies #horror #horror movies #chai's chatter

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c0ffinshit · 2 years

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Her (James Sandin x Reader) Part One

Part Two

Part Three

A/N: If this does really well then i’ll make this a series or maybe just a part two idk

word count: 1,379

warnings: daddy kink, implied consent, cheating, mentions of his wife, porn with very little plot, oral (male and female), some spanking, teasing, and non-canon behavior

You know he’s cheating on his wife with you. Your mind constantly questions if she will inevitably find out about him and you. But you’ve been doing it for years. She hasn’t wondered about the long hours he puts into work, why he’s always traveling somewhere, or precisely why he’s seemed to be spending a lot more money than before. It started about two years ago, 2018; you was just his secretary, one of those small jobs you needed to get by. He liked you for a long while, and he would talk at length about failing marriage. You knew everything from their unpleasant sex life to his poor relationship with his kids due to work and having to help his wife with chores. One night, You stayed later than needed when he walked in.

“(Y/N),” he said, walking towards you.

He placed his rather large hands on your hickory desk, his first two buttons; unbuttoned.

“I’m so sick of you right now,” his eyes stare into yours.

You shook your head in shock and stopped whatever you were doing, “Sir, I don’t quite know what you mean–”

“You know just what I mean.”

Your high heel rubs against your ankle; he continues to stare at you.

“That blouse you’re wearing, that fucking pencil skirt. You know what you're doing.”

You looked down at the offending blouse. Your eyes realized your cleavage was on display; you move your hands to cover yourself.

“My apologies; it won't happen again,"

His eyes moved along the curves of your body, taking every bit of your exposed skin. He removes his hands from your desk and slowly walks to your chair, taking the armrests in his hands; and pulling you closer. You expected him to raise his voice and fire you for breaking the office dress code. But he moved his body to be eye-level with you.

“This simply won’t do. I need to punish you,”

Your breath retracted; you had never seen him be so forward with you. He pulls you into a kiss. You don’t fight back; you leaned down to deepen the kiss. His hand runs up your leg as he pulls away from you, tongues moving against each other like waves in the ocean.

He looks out your large window, “We need more privacy, follow me,”

His long legs walked back to your door, but his eyes looked back at you. The door opens, and he leaves. You follow after him. His office door opens without you knocking, and James pulls you in. He pulls you into another kiss, grabbing your waist.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that, sweetheart,”

You tilt your head to the side, “Sir, what are you trying to say?”

One of his hands moved to your chin, raised it, and looked into your eyes again. He had a love for you; you just didn’t know what kind.

“I want, no, I need to fuck you,”

Your cheeks went red, and he chuckled. He takes your head and slowly pushes you down to your knees. You looked up at him, wanting some type of contact, eye or otherwise. Suddenly, his belt hits the floor; and he begins undoing his pants.

“Now be a good girl and take this hard cock into your mouth,”

His cock springs out of the confines of his boxer; it was average but seemed larger since you were on your knees, leaking precum. He grabs your hair and pushes his cock into your face.

“Aw, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you too badly,”

You take the head of his dick to your warm mouth, your tongue moving gently around it. He thrusts his dick deeper into your mouth; you return the favor by moving your head up and down. His moans and growls filled the room. He leans his body against a nearby wall and continues to guide your head along his cock.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby,”

Soon enough, his hot cum ran down your chin and onto your breasts, and you wipe it off before it ruined my blouse.

“Get up slut; it's your turn.”

You got up, as instructed; he smiled gently at you.

“Good girl, so obedient for daddy.”

The sound of the hem popping made you gasp as you realized he was under your tight skirt. His long fingers slowly pulled down your panties. You whimper as he moves his hand along your slit.

“God, you’re so wet, doll,”

He rubs his fingers together, admiring how good he makes you feel. You would’ve never admitted it back then, but you did have a bit of a crush on him. You knew of his wife, Mary, and you never wanted to be considered a homewrecker, let alone come on into him and make him uncomfortable. His tongue gently ran over your clit, tasting you.

“Just as I thought, you taste so sweet,”

James’s tongue returned to flick softly over your clit, occasionally dipping lower into your folds. He was precise with his movements and could read your body from the occasional moan or whimper. His hands snaked up to your knee; you bent it. James tossed it over his shoulder, going deeper into your aching cunt. You leaned against a wall, worrying if you might fall from the orgasm. By this point, you started moaning a bit louder than before as he took your other leg. You feared you both would get caught by someone still working, but you didn’t care. If someone heard, James would fire them on the spot and threaten anyone else who thought to spread.

"I'm going to cum, baby!" you told him, trying to keep your voice to a whisper.

"Not yet, babe. Hold on a bit longer," James responded.

You moved up and down his nose, wanting any type of friction. He spanked your thigh, stopping you from moving anymore.

"Tell me how good it feels (Y/N)," he grabbed your ass aggressively.

Your ears thought to translate as Be louder; James likes louder. His hand traveled back down your leg, moving into your inner thigh. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed to cum.

“Please, James, let me cum,”

Suddenly, you feel his fingers inside you, grazing the walls.

“Fine angel, cum for me, cum for daddy,”

It felt like a weight had lifted as you came on your boss’s face.

James got up from his knees, and you kissed him, tasting your juices on his lips. He was right; you did taste sweet. You take the liberty to fix James’s suit. James fixes your blouse and kisses your neck softly. He looked so good when he had an afterglow. Strands of his hair falling in front of his face, his shirt slightly askew. Even the glow of his skin from sweat looked so erotic.

“James?” you asked.

He doesn’t look up at you, “Yes (Y/N)?”

“Bruise me.” you stated.

James looked slightly taken back by your forwardness. He tilts his head to the side and leans into your neck again. Continuing his kissing from earlier, starting at your collarbone. You couldn’t think when he kissed my neck. Nothing was in your head, not Mary, not your work you still needed to finish, and not James creating several buries in various areas of your neck. He pulled away, a proud look on his face. Suddenly, a thought popped into your head as James walked to his desk: What about his wife? Mary, I think her name is.

"What Mary doesn't know won't hurt her," James mumbled as he sat down in his chair.

He looked at you and motioned for you to sit down.

As you sat down, he cleared his throat.

“You will come by my office every day after your shift ends, even if I don’t call. Now, get back to your desk; I sent you more things you need to clear through,”

You nodded your head and returned to your desk.

An email from Mr. Sandin awaited you.