#PLEAASE ONE CHANCE

[flatsodapop]

ohhhh lovebug narrator ♥︎

he got decked in the face lmao

[yiirlzsinked]

Fate by Harold Forster, 1930 - Reimagined

[jrueships]

ja trying so hard to be '# hood' and now everyone's talking about wanting to dom him ummm i know this is karma but this was not the expected kinda irony i saw coming 😭

[todayisafridaynight]

NOOOO RIGHT 'CAUSE LIKE... the way the Arakawa Family specialize in faking deaths already, I'm sure Jo was so on top of everything. And who better to walk Masato through it right... flight's the perfect time to get started if it's gonna take like fourteen hours...

BUT YES. YEAH. Like The Day Of he's just paralyzed with worry and caught between wanting to do something and not wanting to go against Aoki... maybe at most he chances calling Arakawa telling him to be careful, because that's not too conspicuous given his role in the dissolution, but Arakawa just gives him the old I'll Be Fine Worry About Yourself... and, you know, why shouldn't he; they've always had their enemies and he's Arakawa the Assassin, he can handle himself... he can let himself have that fleeting hope, but deep down... and THEN he finds out and has to act like he didn't mean anything to him and has to go back to his duties like nothing happened... OUGH

Can I just say. Literally such an insane fucking series of scenes in Coin Locker Baby. Because you get Jo's despondence when he's saying he might have killed Arakawa--he's being a bitch to provoke Ichiban into a fight, but it's also an admission his inaction played a part, isn't it... and then you get him expressing that he's familiar with Ichiban's need to protect Arakawa... and then you get the sheer desperation and insistence in his voice when he says he could never kill him... and then you get--I'm not totally sure how clear it is in English--but you get him actively saying his feelings go deeper than Ichiban's without really explaining how... and then you get the tinge of fondness when he's thinking back on the old days when Arakawa lived up to his name... Like. Why Did They Do That. Any Of That.

ALSO. GOD. I've gotten so much shit the past couple days because I said I want to lock Jo, Kume, and Tendo in a room for five minutes For My Entertainment. Reading those tags felt like coming home honestly 😭 Like, even Ichi was ready to kill someone over Arakawa, and Jo was out here threatening to disembowel people [in the dub]. And I Think They Should Be Allowed To. As A Treat. So FOR REAL the biggest "I'm so glad we get to talk" 😭😭😭

On that note genuinely so funny that I took an extra ten minutes re-rendering the video because I forgot to put the "flashback" part in Arakawa's subtitles at first but then nobody read it 😭

But it's also something I've been mulling over because I'm delusional. Getting actors as high-profile as Nakai and Takei back for just A Flashback is kinda crazy to me because Arakawa and Jo's screen-time took up a full four percent of the entire game [over ten percent of the cutscenes] originally. But then if it's multiple flashbacks equivalent to that... what exactly is going on here that the past is so intertwined...

And Because My Brain Is Evil there is the fact that technically speaking, Yokoyama only said that line was from a flashback, and specified Arakawa wouldn't be appearing in the main story. Now of course a normal person would interpret that as him reassuring the audience he won't appear in any present-day scenes, but part of me was like. Oh So A Side Story Is On The Table [<- it's not it's fucking not it will not be in a million years]

JUST. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS COOKING WHY IS THE KITCHEN DOOR CLOSED WHY ARE THE WINDOWS BLACKED OUT

ANYWAYS that's enough from me for today I am [as always] glad you enjoyed One Missed Call and Kyouen, ABSOLUTE bangers

YAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYIN YOU GET IT. UNSURPRISINGLY BUT YOU GET IT ಥ▽ಥ

no but thats what i MEAN like i already was jokin with myself like 'jo and arakawa probably had A Thing right lmao' BUT THEN THE WAY JO TALKED BOUT ARAKAWA AND OBVI THE GENERAL FACT HE COULDNT KILL HIM REALLY JUST MADE ME (。・∀・??) AND REAALLLY LOOK AT EM CLOSER THE SECOND TIME AROUND like genuinely for what. it will fuck me up until i'm dead and gone SOOO unnecessary and yet they did it..

wack that people wouldnt want to see kume and tendo stuck in a room with jo like. from what i know everyone is a part of the We Hate Kume gang so. cmon. kume will be shredded into candy floss within five minutes. it'll be fun (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

OK BUT NAKAI AND TSUTSUMI'S STATUS WAS A BIG REASON WHY I DIDNT THINK ARAKAWA NOR JO WOULD BE BACK FOR LAD8 THAT'S SO VALID TO CONSIDER THAT its that idea that just has me especially wondering what the plan is. im not expecting them to have MAJOR parts (or in arakawa's case too many flashback segments) but they MUST have a SUBSTANTIAL amount to warrant bringing them back right..

[g-xix]

🔞Thigh Riding | Arthur Tv 🎃

Summary: When Arthur's playing a game whilst you're horny, you come to an agreement to ride his thigh... But with Arthur keeping his mic on whilst he plays with the boys - will Chris, George and Bach head you on the other side of their call whilst you fuck yourself on your boyfriend's thigh?

CWs: thigh riding, possibly being heard, slight exhibitionism, biting

Notes: kicking off kinktober the right way (hopefully x)

"Aaarthuurr..." You sign-songed your boyfriend's name as you poked your head around the door, seeing him sat at his desk with a headset around his ears and eyes fixated upon the screen. Upon your entrance into the room, however, he pulled one of the cups from his ears and looked back at you, smiling and acknowledging you as he continued playing.

Standing behind his gaming chair, you let your leg come up onto the armrest to support your weight whilst you leaned closer to Arthur's screen and observed the animations and gameplay, trying to distinguish what game it was that he played.

"This is phasmophobia," Arthur spoke as though he could read your mind. "It's about ghost hunting - I'm with Bach, George n Chris right now - you can say hi."

Pulling Arthur's mic closer to your mouth, you said a "Hey everyone" into the mic and listened from Arthur's headset as you heard a myriad of greetings in return. "Are you recording a video?"

"Nah, none of us are." Arthur shook his head. "Just trying the game out - seeing whether it'd be any good for a stream sometime."

You nodded, showing your understanding as you watched the screen a little while longer.

They seemed and sounded like normal questions to Arthur. As they would to any person - after all - all you were showing was curiosity. But contrary to the seemingly innocent questions, you were feeling absolutely starved. Starved of your boyfriend, and physical contact, and quite frankly - you wanted to have him inside you and pinning you down and thrusting into you so hard you had difficulty walking tomorrow.

(Normal ovulating thoughts, right?)

Hence all of the questions, which where really to figure out whether it was safe enough to make a move in the present situation.

"Can I sit?" You pointed towards Arthur's lap, and the man quite happily obliged - pushing his chair slightly further out so that you could sit yourself onto your his lap before he pushed his chair back forwards and towards his desk.

As you lowered your weight, however, Arthur became very aware of the fact that you had made the deliberate choice of wearing absolutely nothing  beneath your oversized tee-shirt - leaving your bare crotch to sit atop his clothed cock and make him shuffle a bit.

You knew that Arthur could feel your exposed core, flush against his trousers and everything beneath, and you tilted your head so that whilst Arthur's arms were wrapped around your hips and holding his controller, he could still see the screen without your head blocking it. And your face finding the crook of your boyfriend's neck - you placed a couple little kisses below his ear, following down his lymphatic vessel to his lower neck where you located that soft spot you knew he was sensitive with.

But before you could lay down a hickey and have the chance of turning Arthur on so that he would be on the same page (of horny) as you, he excused himself from his game.

"One sec boys, I'm going off mic."

Arthur pressed the microphone button of his keyboard, creating a barrier between you two, and the rest of the boys on their Discord call with the two of you.

"Y/n..." He said your name slowly, his headset pulled down to his shoulders whilst he looked up at you with an almost serious expression.

"Fuck, please don't let me down-" You whined, already sensing how Arthur was going to respond.

"I'm exhausted, love-"

"Pleaase  Arthur - I've been waiting for you all day..."

"But I'm tired, seriously like, I feel like liquefying I'm that far from the mood-"

You groaned, throwing your head back and knowing that there was little to nothing you could do to convince him.

"Damnit Arthur, I get that and all... I'm just... God, I just want n need you so badly..."

Arthur himself let out a sigh because he didn't like disappointing you. He wanted you to be satiated and happy and contented, but you'd told him not to put his priorities below anyone else previously - and he really felt impossibly unable to fuck you right - especially given that he was just recovering from the climbing George and Chris had roped him into over the weekend.

Arthur didn't want you fuck you, but you wanted Arthur to fuck you... The boyfriend's mind searched for some sort of compromise he could come to and meet in the middle.

"Y'know, you could try... thigh riding.." Arthur suggested slowly, waiting to hear your response. He knew it was more of a rogue idea, but he'd seen enough mentions of it to make the assumption that it's something that you could be into. 

"What, you're fine with that?" You raised a brow at your boyfriend's surprisingly open suggestion.

"I mean, yeah," Arthur nodded acceptingly. "I feel like that's a good way that you can get off with me... If you want to of course, I mean, just an idea and if that's not for you then that's fine of course-"

"Nonono, I'm down to try it I think..."

"One caveat, though."

"What an awful word. What's the catch."

"I still wanna play my game, right..." Arthur started. "So I think, I'm gonna unmute and play my game - with my mic on so I can still talk with Bach and George and Chris - and you need to not make any noise."

What an awful caveat. 

Arthur knew you liked being vocal, and he loved making you vocal when he was thrusting into you - pulling your hair back and opening your jaw so that raw moans and all sorts of noises would be forced out of your throat with every rough thrust of his cock. Which meant that what he suggested could be an awful idea, given his headset and microphone would be so close to you also, meaning that any little noise that exits your lip would be picked up and broadcasted on that Discord call.

It filled you with a crawling sort of anxiety, that shot through your veins and mixed with adrenaline, flooding in from your glands and filling you with a matching sort of excitement. Arthur had told you before that it was frission;  a French word which roughly translated into feeling a mix of fear and excitement simultaneously. Because as well as your vocal predilection - Arthur knew about the almost exhibitionist fantasies you'd had before. Something about when he picked you up from your night out with the girls and you were drunk, you started shilling all your kinks to your boyfriend whilst he gripped the wheel and tried not to think too hard over them in fear of his attention being averted from the roads.  

Taking your lower lip between your teeth you looked through your lashes at your man and nodded, agreeing with him and allowing him to return to his call. And with him manoeuvring your leg from around his hips to just centre around one leg, he pressed his unmute button and greeted his boys with a "Back now, we can start the next round."

You felt your muscles almost freezing, wondering what to do now that you were here.

Would the boys on the phone be able to hear your clothes against Arthur's - just hear lots of brushing and hear your very movements? That wouldn't be very ideal. And how do you even start thigh riding? You realised you had no clue. And you felt as though you had performance anxiety, trying it for the first time whilst you knew there were three men on the other side of the Discord call who could very potentially hear you if you really did do anything. 

Arthur's hand fell from your controller to your upper thigh and pushed you down so that you were sat on his thigh, noticing your hesitation. 

And as soon as you made contact with the rough material - cargo trousers, hard and textured, each protrusion of the jean roughness brush over and stimulate your core - already sensitive having been teasing yourself and needing Arthur for hours... You weren't conscious of what you should or shouldn't do. No, it became a pursuit of pleasure, having had that initial shock of stimulation as Arthur had lead you down to his readily awaiting thigh - you were beyond caring about what you could and couldn't do - rather you were absolutely delighted in ravaging the opportunity that presented itself within Arthur's thigh.

You pushed your hips back, almost grinding on Arthur's thigh. And that felt fucking wonderful. Your hips moved forwards-then back again-then forwards, too, until you picked up a rhythm and found yourself pushing your pussy flush with his thigh and grinding over his jeans at a steady pace - good enough to have a hushed groan falling from your lips from the stimulation.

As soon as the sound left your lips, Arthur's head swivelled to yours, smirk across his lips as he pressed his fingers to your lips momentarily - teasingly telling you to stay quiet, before he returned to his game - though he leaned further back in his seat to accommodate your movements as you got yourself off on his thigh.

As your boyfriend's fingers tried to find a regular rhythm and avert his attention to the game... Arthur was struggling to focus.

Because whilst initially he hadn't been interested in having sex of doing anything sensual, the feeling of your hands pushing down and stabilising yourself against his chest whilst you circled your hips and grinded down onto his thigh had his mind firing into thinking slutty thoughts of how good you'd feel riding him - letting your walls massage his cock with your juices dripping down onto his length.

He could feel your arousal even now. You'd been dripping wet when you'd arrived in the doorway with plans of having him inside you - and now rubbing your wet sex on Arthur's cargos, your juices had penetrated the material and he could feel that slickness on his thigh, each oscillation of your hips making that damp spot more prominent in the forefront of Arthur's mind, taking his focus away from the ghosts and ghouls of the game and instead to the feeling of his boxers tightening.

"Fucken hell, Arthur, it's chasing you, she's chasing you, you're gonna die!" Chris' voice could be heard by the both of you as you used Arthur's thigh to get yourself off, and Arthur jumped back into action, having paused to recalibrate as he couldn't help fixate on you.

"Right, yeah-" Arthur got to work on the controller, though his eyes widened as he heard a whimper escape your mouth - looking to your face and seeing your eyes screwed shut, lips pursed together as you clearly tried to hold back any possible noises you could've made in that moment - though one slipped and was picked up by the mic. 

"Who the hell just moaned into the their mic?" George's laugh could be heard through the earmuff that was so close to your head, and it made your heart beat out of turn, erratic and wild as you felt adrenaline course through your veins at the feeling of being caught onto - that one of the other men had suspicion and could so possibly find out what you were doing.

"That's definitely Arthur, that man is a freak." Bach's voice then came from Arthur's headphones, making a blush appear to your face because ohmyfuck were they so close to knowing the truth. "He's the type of guy to be horny whilst playing games with the boys."

"Mmm yeah I'm so horny right now, guys." Arthur didn't even revoke the allegations, doubling down onto Bach's statement, despite the fact you could tell that there was absolutely no lie within the "joke" he had said. You could tell from that husky quality - his voice just ever so slightly deeper - that your boyfriend was now most definitely horny, too.

Which only felt more gratifying for you, in his lap.

Your motions were more fluid, as Arthur's cargos had been undeniably stained with your slick, meaning that your motions were lubricated by those juices that ran from between your legs down onto your thighs and were transferred to Arthur's clothed thighs - and you felt though you were riding Arthur's cock, just that instead of bouncing up and down to pleasure your g-spot, you gyrated back and forth and instead stimulated your clit, the sensitive spot swollen from the blood flow down your body and towards the responsive organ.

"Holy fuck," You whispered, pitch high and volume low, and Arthur could tell you could feel your orgasm pending.

Your thighs were squeezing around Arthur, back arching and hips moving more and more and more as you tried to keep your pace to power yourself to and through your climax. And your vocal chords were quivering, shaking and humming as they begged your mouth to open so that you could moan and cry Arthur's name loudly enough to wake up the whole city of London. 

Yet even despite your ungodlily lustful mind, you knew you didn't want either of those three boys hearing or knowing anything about you and Arthur's sex life, and to keep yourself quiet, you leaned forwards into your boyfriend's body and sank your teeth down into his trapezius, biting into his skin and muffling your groan around the defined muscle that was so available  to you. 

The vibrations of the groan rippled over Arthur's skin, and synchronised with his cognitive functioning which felt as though it chanted your name like a mantra, the way that fucking you was an inescapable though on his mind. 

Giving up with the game or the plan or anything he'd said before about not being interested - Arthur's hands found your waist, planting on either hipbone and helping you keep your hips moving, strong forearms pushing you back and forth whilst he moved his body in the opposite direction to yours - countering your movements and giving you twice the friction against his thigh.

A high noise left your throat again, mouth still connected to Arthur's traps, and insulating the sound and preventing it from travelling to the microphone this time, though you could feel the heat within your lower stomach peaking and spreading steadily through your body - your hips stuttering despite your furious grinding against Arthur's thigh. And picking up on your broken, no-longer-fluid movements, Arthur's forearms took control of your hips and powered you through your climax, pushing your body back and forth like a ragdoll, fucking your pussy against his hard denim until-

"ARTHUR-YOU HAVE TO RUN, GO, GO, MOVE, GET OUT-" George's yells were heard amongst the buzz of talk from the call.

"Shut...up-Clarkey-" Arthur grunted his words through clenched teeth, too preoccupied with manually grinding your hips onto his thigh and getting you off - powering you through your orgasm whilst your thighs and body shook, eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched away from Arthur, as you felt yourself completely detaching from your body, the powerful orgasm practically a celestial experience.

Arthur personally felt your orgasm, too. All over his thigh, as your juices penetrated his cargos and leaked onto his flesh, sticky fluids cool over his skin and spreading to dampen his boxers too. He really couldn't wait get them out of the way and fuck you. 

Which meant that as soon as you'd felt your orgasm wash over you, and Chris' annoying voice complaining alongside Clarkey and Bach about - "Arthur, we could've made that round if you'd have just gotten back to the van in time!" - and Arthur didn't hesitate in rushing his:

"Yeah, nice playing guys but I gotta go-BYE!", leaving the call and powering his monitor off within seconds before lifting you by your thigh and pinning you down onto his desk by your neck - hand curved around the pretty flesh of your throat, beautifully unmarked and practically begging for him to sink his canines down there and show you just how horny you had him feeling.

But you couldn't help the smirk that crawled around your lips. "What happened to 'I don't wanna do anything, I'm exhausted!'-"

"Idea: shut the fuck up." Arthur didn't bother with entertaining your bratty comments, pulling his length out from beneath those cum-soaked trousers and restrictive boxers so that you could only grin like a blessed reprobate, knowing that Arthur was absolutely going to fuck you so hard that you'd have difficulty walking the next day - just as you'd originally hoped.

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[powdermelonkeg]

Oh look, a new phishing scam! Dunno how they got the weird anon/not anon thing going at once, but whatever bug they're exploiting, it's clever.

SCAM SIGNS FOR PEOPLE WORRIED

They're asking for email verification through anon. You know, the thing Tumblr users can opt to turn off. Legitimate Tumblr staff would have a banner at the top of your screen, like the kind when you first MAKE an account, not something that users can opt in/out of.

"If you did not create an account with us, please disregard this message" sent to my Tumblr account? The one I have definitely created and am currently accessing to read this? My dude.

Hey, that's the old Tumblr colors. That's original True Blue from like 2017. Why would official Tumblr not use the current color scheme?

On top of that, Tumblr HAS a @support blog. Why would there be an account with support-random generated number?

Now if you're thinking "who is this ask even fooling?" It's email users. It's people who have email notifs turned on. This would show up as a "You got a message!" in someone's inbox, looking like a legit message, verified as coming from Tumblr itself, with a link embedded.

Hey, @support, you're being impersonated. That's against TOS, right?

Bonus tip: If you ever get a message you aren't sure is a scam or not, highlight a paragraph of it and put it into Tumblr's search bar. Chances are, they've mass-sent it to like 10+ other people who can spot things like this.

Pasting the plain text of the ask below the cut for that reason:

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Please click the link below to complete the verification process:

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[thatblvckboyy]

ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Hyunjin x male reader ₊˚🕯️🖤

One more chance

You've always dreamed about being an idol but you never really had the confidence too until your friends pushed you to audition for the new JYP boy group audition and fortunately you passed and made your debut and it was a smash.

Being in jyp entertainment you always pass by a lot of artists in the hallway,you even accidentally bumped into lily and yunah.Then one day you passed by hyunjin in the hallway and he was majestic as you thought he would be even though he was sweaty his sweat was so majestic.You knew I'm you weren't allowed to date but you couldn't help it, you were obsessed. You knew exactly what time he got in the building and what time he got out so you just passed by pretending to go to the dance room.

Hyunjin noticed the first time and was obsessed too but he was so busy that he barely got to just get a glance at your face so every time you passed him on the hallway he just took a look back for a second then walked away to make sure you didn't see him.

Then he decided to make some time for you watching you secretly practicing in the dance room and from there it escalated to having lunch together and meeting up in the studio or dance room cause going to restaurant you would be seen by paparazzi.The only place you could be alone was in the studio and after work hours where everyone left.You basically had a lot of sex there

Until one day you got into an argument because he was making out with a fanboy and his excuse being that you haven't been giving him enough sex.He tried everything but he obviously knew there was no way of getting through that hot head of you so he decided to give you some space. it been like that for weeks not communication and you even blocked his number.

Your group was invited to the golden disc awards and so was hyunjin's group.Unfortunately for you you were sat in front of him so he kept fidgeting with the back of your chair.Deep inside hyunjin was really sorry but didn't know what to do to make it up to you.

You walked to the bathroom to pee and hyunjin got an idea and he followed you to the bathroom and when you saw him get in you walked away but before you could leave he grabbed you dragging to one stall locking the door"before you say anything just listen to me" his grip on you arms tightens "I know I messed and I fucked up big time I'm sorry but..... Pleaase baby boy I've given you enough space and time I'm sorry" his eyes glimmer with regret and pain

"Hyunjin let me go someone is gonna see us"you struggle to break free but both of you know you are not leaving until you accept his apology

"No one is gonna see this baby boy" he unzips his pants and grabs your hand putting it on his hard one crotch eager to be released from the clutches of his boxers"see this is how much I need you pleaaaase just say you forgive me"

"Hyune i-i"what are you gonna do his eyes just tell you how desperate and sorry his but what he did is wrong should you forgive him? You decide to slide you hand in his boxers and grab his cock stroking it to see his reaction and he let's out a soft moan" ahh.... Yeah baby boy does this mean you forgive me"

"Yeah I guess but on one condition"

"Anything for you baby boy" hyunjin said while he bucked his hips towards rubbing his dick on your palm eargerly "you have to let me be in control for once" you said stroking his dick a bit"Sure sure anything for my boy....I'll let you do anything to me just keep doing what you're doing pleaase" he kept bucking his hips forward urging you to continue. You pulled his boxers down and started stroking his cock teasing his tip while he cornered you in the stall nuzzling his head on your neck while letting out soft moans "oh yeah keep going I'm close" his cock was pulsating with heat as you stroked it you could tell his horny he was

"Ahh... Mmmmh babe I'm Cumming" he shoots his seed on you your palm and some shoots over at you pants, hyunjin groans in pleasure as he dick still realising his reminants of his seed"t-thank you baby boy for helping me get off and forgiving me" he pulled up his boxers and zipped up his pants and kissed your forehead and grab you hand leading you to the fauset "come one time for wash off that cum off" he helped you wash your palm that was filled with his cum and grabbed a tissue and whipped off some of it that spilled on your pants.

You walked out the bathroom and went back to your seats but hyunjin couldn't stop thinking about what he could do to you when you were alone together

[dommelody]

cw:male!reader,18+,hawks in heat

enjoy ur stay ~ ♡

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have you ever imagined hawks being in heat ?♡ because i did aloot !

hawks while in heat will seek your touch every second of the day . he will try to push you on the bed and do it his way, since he can't control himself . he's too impatient and needy . he will start kissing you roughly as if he's trying to eat u alive♡ he won't give u the opportunity to breath the only way to break the kiss is when he needs air . hawks loves kissing and when i say kissing he loves kissing every inch of your body ♡.

he will start kissing your neck while touching your ears with his warm hand, then will go his way down to your chest . he will nibble ,kiss and suck on them as hard as he can while he is panting hardly he looks at you with those piercing eyes filled with need and lust .

but just wait ? u think u will just let him have his way with u ? not in a million years. because here starts the fun.

tie his hands behind his back with a necktie and start licking and sucking his nipples above his clothes getting them to harden thru the shirt look at him trying to untie the tie♡. moving left and right and with each movement his wet shirt passes shivers to his nipples, they start getting itchy seeking for more attention.

"y/n hngg- , please please please touch me! ill be a good boy i'll indure it so good so please ahhn-"

u interrupted him with a deep kiss making his eyes roll back from the intense makeout while kissing him u were squeezing his nipples and pulling them then going in a circular motion♡.

-if anything hawks's nipples became sensitive because of u -

as u teased his nipples u started jerking him off while his underwear still on seeing the straps of precum gathering at the base of his clothed cock looked so lewd and sexy ♡♡.

when u purposely slowed the pase of ur hand hawks starts humping ur hand shamelessly moving his hips roughly seeking for the slightest fractions.

"y-y/nnn , please please hngg-i -i wanna cum so fucking bad pleaase"

as soon as u noticed that he's about to cum u moved ur hand away and went ur way feeling his juicy ass . not wasting a second u pushed three fingers at once inside since he was already soaking wet because of his heat . as soon as u found his sweet spot u started abusing it repeatedly and made him cum only with ur fingers♡.

and not giving him the chance to rest u pushed ur dick in him and started to fuck him so hard that the room was filled with his lewd moans. fucking him from behind while grabbing his tied hands.

"look at u, even tho ur supposed to be a mighty and a prideful hero yet ure a moaning mess under me now♡. have u ever thought of what others will say if they saw u in this state ? eyes rolled back, lewd tongue out, red face and this ass of urs that dont want to let my dick get away .this birdie over here needs some discipline don't he ?"

as u finished ur sentence u pushed him down the bed on his stomach and kept fucking him as if u were trying to breed this birdie ♡♡

room was filled with the lewd noises of ur cock slapping on his asscheeks♡.

as u were close ,hawks was already cumming for the fifth time ,all that came out from his cock now was only transparent liquid .

"y/n ahng-♡ please give me ur seed, breed me like the good submissive boy I'm ♡ i need u to cum inside pleaase"

"thats out of question baby bird ♡ . im going to fill u up so much that u might get pregnant♡ "

as u fastened the pace hawks kept moaning ur name . as u cum inside ,u stayed in him for a while as he told u not to pull out fast .it makes him feel comfortable being one with u♡ .

-after some minutes u carried him to the bath room and bathed him because u drained him out from that intense intimate session u had then u slept next to him with one arm around him and the other caressing his hair while his wings went around u and helding u in their warmth as a sign of feeling secure and safe in ur presence ♡♡

even tho in his heat hawks gets tense and super needy but its the period when he needs u the most and u're always right there in time for him ♡♡-

end♡

[libby-for-life]

Could I have more of that AU I came up with where Lucifer is Eve and Adam is Lucifer pretty pleaase? 🥺

Whatever context you want I just need it :<

Alright! I loved writing about it! I'll take a little bit from where I wrote on that one post and go from there.

Adam was there when Lucifer was made. Steve ran off a while ago, his temperament terrible and he clashed heavily with Lilith. Adam hated them both. Vain and arrogant creatures that Adam was only too happy to wash his hands of.

Then he was tasked with helping make Lucifer, Lilith's new bride. They put her to sleep, a good thing, too, since he hated how she talked, and Adam watched as the angels took a rib from her side. Adam looked away from Lilith and watched in curiosity and boredom as the Second Man was made.

He was small. Smaller than what Adam was expecting. He was kind of...cute like that. The man slowly woke up, his blue eyes sparkling in the light as he took his surroundings in for the first time.

Then he tried to stand up. Key word, "tried." Adam immediately caught him so he wouldn't hurt himself and those blue eyes looked at him in wonder.

"Lucifer has been made," Sera said. "Lilith will need to teach him how to talk, walk, etc. That way, the humans can bond properly." She said as Adam continued to look at the tiny thing in his arms. Wait, Lucifer couldn't speak or walk?

Lucifer tried to speak but it came out as a delighted squeak, hands curling at the soft robe Adam wore. Lucifer gave him the sweetest and most innocent smile he had ever seen, cooing slightly at Adam. Holy Father...Adam loved him already.

Adam felt himself smile as Lucifer rubbed his face against Adam, smiling contently up at him. "Adam. He must be next to Lilith when she wakes up." Adam had forgotten that Lucifer was meant to be The First Woman's mate.

He gently tried to sit him down but Lucifer only held on to him, desperate for the warmth he felt on Adam. The angel tried not to wince when Lucifer made grabbing motions with his hands, making little noises of distress for Adam to come back.

"Sh...it's okay, little one," Adam whispered and Lucifer gazed at him with wonder, fascinated by the sound coming out of his mouth. He tried to replicate it but he only got frustrated squeaks.

"I know. But you have to stay here." Adam whispered. "I'll be back." He gave Lucifer a smooth pebble to hold and look at, his fingers brushing his smaller ones. "I will be back." He stood up straight, keeping an eye on the little one as they left.

XxX

Adam had a bad feeling about what might happen so he watched from the clouds as Lilith woke up. Lucifer was playing with her hair and her first move was to slap him away.

Adam made a soft noise of anger as Lucifer started to cry in pain and fear while Lilith held her side and glared down at him. "Are you like me? Are you human?" She gestured to the lack of clothes but Lucifer flinched away from her, still scared.

"Well?! Answer me!" She yelled and Lucifer began to cry loudly, making Adam burn with anger. How dare she treat him like that when Lucifer was obviously afraid?!

Lilith stared at the smaller man with some interest. Could this pitiful creature not understand her? Perhaps he couldn't talk? Lilith grabbed his arm and brought him closer to examine him.

Poor Lucifer had no idea what was happening and tried to pull away as Lilith looked him over, touching and pulling on his body. "Hm...you're much smaller than Steve. Much weaker too." She muttered as she flicked his privates. "But....I like that I can move you around easier." She lifted him by the arm and Lucifer squealed at not being able to touch the floor while he dangled in her grip.

Adam wanted to fly down. Do something then just watch as Lilith hurt Lucifer like this but he was being watched by other angels. He would lose any chance of visiting Lucifer if he did.

"Hm...yes, I like this." She dropped him and Lucifer stumbled away, trying to run without knowing how. Lilith let him go for a minute before shaking her head. She planned on keeping him dumb like this. If he can't think for himself then he wouldn't ever leave her or fight back.

Adam needed to get down there. It was hours before he was able to. He slipped down and found Lucifer crying in a bush, too scared to come out. "Lucifer?" He gently called out and immediately the little one popped his head out.

"Ah! Ah!" Lucifer made grabbing motions with his hands and Adam immediately gathered him into his arms. "There. There. You've been through a lot, haven't you?" Adam said as he brushed tears away.

Lucifer rubbed his face onto Adam's chest, trying to soak up the familiar warmth. "Do you want something to eat, little one?" Lucifer blinked and watched as Adam picked a plum and handed it to him. He watched as Lucifer sniffed it and ate it messily.

Adam made sure to teach him to not eat the pit and Lucifer nodded and squeaked at the taste of the fruit. Adam spent that night teaching him to eat since Lilith decided she only wanted Lucifer for....Adam didn't want to think of that.

"Are you comfortable, Lucifer?" Adam chuckled as Lucifer yawned and snuggled closer. It took a lot for Adam to ignore that fact that Lucifer was naked.

Lucifer fell asleep, full and satisfied.

[tparker48]

Finding a job is hard nowadays with the lack of experience. Everywhere you turn for work its easy for others to deny your applications at a first glance. At least, that's what it was like for Adam. He went from job to job to find a position for himself, showing much of his skills he gained from college, but they always denied his claims, due to being the size of a munchkin.

He closed himself off from his social activities, scouring the web for leads to assist in his effort. One day, he found a job that was willing to take him up, but first, he had to pass their interview with their representative. This was his chance to prove himself, and he was going to ensure it was perfect.

Getting up early, he made breakfast for the house, before taking to his study. The silence was deafening as the sunrise peered into his window, the morning birds chirping in the distance. He circled the phone slowly, awaiting for its tune to ring.

"Okay, let's go over this again." he cleared his throat. "Hello! My name is adam, I'm your next employee for the job. Ugh no that's too brash. Howdy, I'm here for your job position! No that's not it either. How about-"

"Snack!" a voice boomed from through the room, startling the small man. He turned toward his sliding door, fingers curling on the side of the frame as they yanked the door to the side, a broad figure stepped inside.

He placed a hand at his hips, scorning them. "First, stop calling me snack. Second, how many times have we talked about this? No barging into my study unannounced!"

"Yeah I know, but its an emergency!"

"What? What's the emergency?"

"It's tragic, simply tragic.." He slid the door wider, a plate held in his other hand. "The eggs are getting low in the kitchen. Could you make some more?"

Sometimes he can't help but think his stomach is a bottomless pit. "You ate through the eggs already, that was a whole carton, Dunkin."

"Come on you know me, buddy. It's gotta be a lot more than a pan to fill this gut." He slapped at his belly." He spooned the rest of the fluffy eggs into his mouth, stirring the fork around a piece of bacon. "Just a few more eggys, And I promise that'll be it."

"Not now. I have an interview remember?"

"Oh? Ooh that's right, your call thing." He groaned as he groaned as he nibbled at the strip of bacon. "Nah, fine. You don't have to do the eggs. But then you have to do tummy time."

"Tummy time? Bud, its going to take longer before-"

"Tummy Time! Tummy Tummy!" Dunkin roared as he held his gut, hopping around Adam as it plonked im his grasp. "Come on, it's been a while since we got the chance to do it. It'll get the stress off your mind."

"I don't know how long it'll be. I have to-" his friends' round gut wobbled into view, the tufts of hair swaying like blades of grass.

"Pleaase? You don't want to make the mood sad?"

"Pft, you mean for you or the tummy?"

"Mmm..both?" He beamed shyly, tossing his belly in a circular motion across his head.

Adam tried to his best to hold back a smile, looking to his bookshelf to distract himself from his friend's pestering. But despite his lounderimg around, his puppy gaze was too much too ignore, holding his stomach like a hound with a new bone. His gut spilled his cheek, Dunkin's innocent smile peering over is edge like a sunset.

"So..Tummy time." Dunkin said starry eyed.

The stomach groaned in his ear, rumbling at his body. If he didn't know any better, it's learning a thing or two from him. He cracked a smile a smile, throwing a soft punch into the barreled gut. "Fine, Tummy Time. If you just give me-" arms wrapped around his form like a net, sending his chair in a spin as he was lofted in the air.

"Oh I knew you'd come around, little buddy! Its gonna be so great!"

"An hour.." He garbled, slinking from beneath the massive arm. He paw at the sides of the big guy's body, his palms sinking into his muscle as he escorted him to the door "Now, why don't go watch some TV, While I work on my stuff."

"You got it! Tummy time, here we come-!" He closed the door, shuffling back into his seat.

"Finally a chance to get some quiet. Now where was was I?..oh yeah."

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Time slowed as Adam practiced pick up lines for his talents, writing them down in his notes to use as reference. Every structure, Ever word had was set to perfection. And yet, he couldn't help but feel unsettled.

He looked to the phone sitting at its charging post. The amount of time he spent practicing, and still no ring. The clock next him ticked as its arms reached towards noon. They should've called by now, what could be taking them so long? Did he miss it? Did they reschedule?

His mind filled with possibilities, spiraling around his head as if it were a merry go round. He tugged at the curls of his hair abstently, tangling its ends along his finger as his vision tunneled to the phone's call sign.

A knock came from the door, it's force snapping him out of his tranced state.

"Adam!" Dunkin' sung from behind the door, "It's tummy time!"

Already? He didn't think it'd go that fast. He stumbled to his feet, waddling toward the door as fingers curled along the door frame. It slid back an inch, before he jammed his foot in its path.

"I..I'm not ready just yet Dunkin."

"What? But you said an hour. And I've been waiting patiently!" The wood along the dor creaked, pressure increasing upon his foot as it slid back.

He place a hand against the wall behind him. "I..still need to be hers when the interviewer call-"

Another set of finger pushed below, sliding the rest of its arm as the gap widened. Adam gritted his teeth, his his whole weight to slow it down. But his foot slid to far, the rest of his body following as he toppled onto one of his chairs in the corner.

The door swung open, Dunkin filled the door. "Caught ya slipping."

Adam paused as he looked at his towering friend. Looking to the phone, he hopped toward his desk as he grabbed from its charging station, and a door connecting to the next room. He barely jiggled the handle before a palm clasped at his shirt, yanking him into Dunkin's arms.

"You can't just go and extend tummy time. Its a sacred tradition." Dunkin yearned, hoisting Adam upon his shoulder.

Adam fanned his arms into his friend back, hoping to deter him from continuing. Its impact softened against his muscle, its force softening before the rest of his palm connected.

"Heh, good try. But you and I both know that wom't work."

"Dunkin please, I need to be in a stable place for this call."

"And I need you take a load off."

Adam's gaze tilted as he faced the hallway, a bumpy surface caressing his back as the ceiling grew bigger. The fireplace came to view as furniture rested against the wall. Before long, he was pitched off from Dunkin shoulder as he plummeted in front of of him, landing on the soft cushion of his couch.

He paddled to get up, but wheezed as Dunkin sat on his legs. "Oh no you don't, you're not running off just yet." He said. "And just so there are no distraction.."

He leaned his weight into Adam, his armpit planting atop his head. It stuck to him like a face mask, unleashing a rip odor as if it were smelling salt. He fanned his arms as Dunkin's slid into his, wrapping around his arm holding the device. He clenched his finger as they grabbed the edge of the phone, but he didn't have the strength to hold it, as slid free from his hand, and into dunkin.

His armpit peeled away, before his rear stamped at his torso. "The phone!"

Dunkin giggled to himself, wiggling the phone in his hand as if it were a treat. "You want the phone so badly. You're going his pay the toll." He lifted the phone higher, tucking it into his belly button. "With belly rubs."

"What? No, Dunkin-"

"Bup-bup! No Dunkin about." He said with a soft smile. "Only tummy time."

Adam reached over the ridge of his belly, pawing into the soft muscle in efforts to retrieve the phone onto the couch. "Come on..come on."

Dunkin merely smiled at his little friend's efforts, kicking a foot upon his lap. "The more you continue to fight it, little buddy, the more the phone's going to be out of reach."

He can't be serious, adam thought to himself, reaching higher as hid arms repelled against his pudgy gut. within that moment, his limbs slumped to the sides. "Fine, I do you rubs."

Dunkin peered an eye, his smile growing wider. "I knew you'd see it my way, little buddy." he slid off the edge of the couch, planting his back along his legs. "don't keep my belly waiting now."

Adam groaned, reaching his palms over the ridge of the warm, soft stomach. he pressed his fingertips into the corners of the soft flesh, a soft gurgle escaping from within as he massaged over it. It was as if they were purring, Dunkin's soft grunts following as he crossed he crossed his arms behind his head. he looked toward the clock along the top shelf of the living room, looking at his phone that swayed over the way of fluffy muscle. He fumbled weakly at its stem, hoping to knock it out of place form its position, but it was yanked away as Dunkin took in a satisfied breath.

silence dwindled as the moment ticked by, Adam kneading into Dunkin as he stared at his phone. not a moment later, he finally called it. "Alright, there you got your rubs." he removed his palms from his stomach, reaching a hand higher to the edge of his torso. "now if you can just-"

Dunkin inhaled, rolling his stomach away. " What? But that was barely a rub. you can't cut it off that early."

Adam wiggled weakly beneath him, rolling his waist into the gaps between the cushions. but he only manage to wiggle Dunkin's body, before his grew tired.

vibration rattled into his body, the phone dark screen lighting up.

"The interviewer!" Adam shoved at his friend's stomach, bucking his torso to reach from the device. but its soft flesh knocked into his chin, as Dunking got to his feet.

"No! You need to finish my rubs." He ran behind the table. Adam followed behind as the two circled around. He ran toward the hallway, his little friend following as their feet boomed to the next room.

"Give me the phone!" Adam lunged to his shorts, gripping to the waistband to slow them down. but his weight couldn't cause friction, before was lofted to the air, flailing in the wind like a pair of laundry in a storm.

Dunkin zoomed through the other room and back toward the living room. Spiraling and rolling to shake off the baggage along his shorts. Adam's stomach twisted, the inertia jumbling him about before gravity stood still. He saw the man's legs tense up, lunging past a marble table as he looked at his own reflection. the meaty feet slammed onto the carpet below him, and he was swung between Dunkin's thighs and onto the couch.

He and his friend met each other's gaze. Turning himself upright, he took a step from the couch, but stopped when Dunkin raised the phone in his hand.

"Not so fast." He said, holding the phone over his mouth. "Not one step closer, or I'll swallow the phone."

"What? Don't be daft, you can't do that."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked a brow, his tongue extending from his mouth, It lathered its slimy tip around the ringing phone, Adam's heart twisting as the appendage wrapped around it like a vine. he dragged the phone into his mouth, the contours of the phone bulging from the side of his cheek. "How about now?"

He's not bluffing. "O..okay, buddy..there's no need to be so hasty. We can talk about this later, but first I need that phone."

"So you can go back into your room and be stressed? No thank you." Dunkin replied, maneuvering past the table. "I don't think you understand the importance of Tummy time. Allow me to remind you of our timely bond. You see, when two best buds share a bond of tummy rubs, it's sacred and-"

"Damn it buddy, I don't have time for this." He threw a blanket toward his face, lunging upon his shoulders.

"Hey! I was explaining something here!!" Dunkin swayed his body around.

"The call's almost up! I can't miss it!"

He clinged to the collar of his shirt, Dunkin bouncing from wall to wall to shake him off. He pawed at his puffy lips to free his entombed device, but his jaws were too tight move without being drench in his saliva. Their tussle for control lasted seconds, before Dunkin stumbled toward the couch.

"You asked for it." He planted his feet, leaning into a trust fall onto the couch.

Adam wheezed as he was sandwiched between them, Dunkin thick head, pinning him down like an upside turtle. "Dunkin I don't have time for this!"

"Fine, fine." Dunkin replied, the bulge in his cheek rotating softening before his lips parted. his drenched phone peeked from his jaws, risen by his tongue. "Hea..tak eet."

Adam looked at the call sign, the interviewer's number flashing upon it. "Finally, Hopefully they won't too-" the phone lowered from his grasp, plunging into Dunkin's jaws as they clicked shut. "What the-?"

"Haha, too slow." Dunkin said, opening his mouth again.

Adam tried again to retrieve his phone, but the fleshy tongue managed to slip through before it vanished behind his pearly white molars. After another attempt to grab the phone, He gripped at Dunkin's nostrils, forcing his gaze toward him.

"Listen here, I have to that phone before-" A belch erupted from the depth of Dunkin's belly, the tainted scent of eggs and bacon filling his mouth before it reaped into his nostrils. "Ugh! come on man!"

"Now you did it, you made my stomach upset. Well I suppose that's what you-" a foot stamped at the center of his stomach, cutting him off as he jerked to its impact.

Gulp.

The sound pierced Adam soul, looking to Dunkin neck as the muffled ringtone of the device vanished down his thick throat. He took to his mouth, forcing it open to the inside. The empty cavern was all that remained, the back of the throat winking as it worked the phone into his stomach.

"You swallowed the phone!"

Dunkin stood up, vibrations rumbling from his stomach. "oh..crap, that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Spit it out! i need to answer it!"

"spit it out, I can't just cough thing's up on demand, my tummy has a mind of it's own." He said, his stomach growling. "You said it belly. the only way you're gonna get that call is if you go inside and get it."

Adam's eye twitched, his gaze shooting to the rounded belly of his best friend. Stewing in there was his phone, surrounded by who knows what and more. If that phone gets damaged, he'll not only lose his chance at a new job, but his data along with it.

Don't worry though, I can always fetch it later-" a palm jammed into his mouth, another hand forcing it wide as Adam climbed onto his shoulder.

A soft wince escaped from him, before he leaped into the damp cavern. Flesh hugged everywhere at his body, tightening like vice as it guided him down his friend's food pipe. he wormed himself toward the end of the throat, smearing passed chunks of eggs caught in its folds as he curled into his stomach.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!" He tossed around the clumps of his friend's breakfast, pressing into the tight abdominal walls. a more complex object pushed into his thighs, spiraling around as he reached toward it. It floundered through the darkness, sliding around his finger tips before the dimmed green screen illuminated a patch of the stomach.out from the outside.

"Hello?" Adam said, wiping the juices from the speaker.

"Yes, Im callimg to speak witha man named Adam."

"This is he, I've been expecting your call."

"I see. Well we're calling to explore your potential career at our company. If you don't mind venturing through our questionare, we can.."

they speech trailed off as the howls of the stomach boomed around Adam, a pound echoing from above him. "Bud?..Is everything good in there?"

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time to call?"

He kicked at the side of the stomach wall, a grunt shaking the walls before he curled into a ball. "No, not at all. Just..took a bit of time travel is all."

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The seconds ticked by as Adam chatted with the interviewer, listing many of his qualifications that may help with the position. Waves of stomach juices splashed as Dunkin walked traversed through the house, carrying the added weight inside his gut as he sat upon the couch. he placed an ear to his stomach to listen the conversation inside, his friend's words garbled as the wall of flesh softened them. he tempted to lean closer, but a nudge deterred him as he lifted his head away, fiddling with his thumbs to pass the time.

After a few more minutes, activity began to stir as his stomach wobbled.

"Really ?! You really mean it?! Thank you, thank you so much!" He heard his little friend muffle.

Silence filled the room, his stomach becoming motionless as its gurgles sung its tune. Dunkin returned his ear toward his gut, listening to its distant sloshes like a sea shell. "Buddy...how'd it go?"

"I got it.." His voice muffled. "I got the position!" His stomach thrashed about, his muffled cheers outshining his guts tunes.

"Ay, I'm glad to hear you managed to get it little buddy, I knew you could do it." He smiled at his stomach, but grew sheepish as he scratched at his head. "I uh..sorry for swallowing your phone. I went a little too far when it came to tummy time. you just seemed stressed about the job I wanted to-"

A soft impress met the side of his stomach, the contours of handprints wrapping as if to hug it. "Water under the bridge bud. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up." Adam said.

Dunkin choked at his words, drawing asoft smile as he cradled his gut into himself. "Good."

"but I didn't expect to let tummy time get this far."

"I'll say, didn't think you'd just hop inside my mouth like that." he patted his stomach.

"Yeah well, I didn't expect it either. Besides I don't think my insurance covers stomach juices." He pushed at the elastic wall of the stomach, Dunkin holding it in his grasp.

"Speaking of stomach, I'm not exactly sure how long I can keep you down there." He heaved at his stomach, small belches escaping as the weight of his friend jostled at the valve. "It'll be a while before I can cough you up."

"I see."

"But you know..if your up for it, we could finish..tummy time?"

"Thinking of tummy rubs at a time like this?"

He fiddled at his fingers. "W..well..I mean since we have time-"

He was cut off when pressure met the side of his stomach, the bulging handprints creating soft hills.

"Of course I can't leave my best bud hanging. Even after your efforts to cheer me up." Adam continued his rubs, adding his feet into the mix as his stomach wobbled like a hatched egg.

Dunkin shuddered at the sensation, his legs becoming queasy as the slick strokes rubbed around his body. he sat along sofa, nuzzling into his belly. "Now you really are a snack."

"It's not too late to give you a stomach ache, Dunkin."

"Hehe, you can try."

[sunny-speaks]

Barista! Angel x Ren

hi hi <3! this is my first time posting on tumblr abt some of my favorite vns! To start us off, we've got Ren from 14DWY!! go check out the creator @14dayswithyou for more info about the characters!

You've picked up a job at Corland Bay! You thought about going to this one library nearby but you opted out when you heard a new cafe was opening up!

After all, coffee shops tended to be a meetcute in many books, who's to say that those are just fictional?

Things were a bit rough at first, you had your amount of rough customers, you had to get a hang of the machines, etc.

Soon enough, you got better and better at your job! You even got a pay raise!

Your boss is an asshole sometimes, but he seems to care a little.

But recently there’s been like this really cute guy recently who keeps coming on your shifts you've noticed.

Toiling away talking to karens, dealing with coffee machine malfunctions, your job sure is rough...

But luckily, this adorable stranger's here to make up for any mishaps!

(and every night lmao, when he goes to... eliminate anyone who bothered you at work)

He always chooses to eat your favorite things and always asks what you recommend everyday, such a sweetheart !!

"Wh-What would you recommend..." He pauses, his eyes averted from yours. They flicker up at your nametag before flushing at the name, the mere thought of saying their angel's name leaving him tongue-tied. "...A-Angel?" Little do you know that whatever you say goes through one ear and out the other, Ren far too focused in drinking up every image of you so he can commit it to memory. Maybe if you were a bit more perceptive, you'd notice the way he inhaled a bit deeper, leaned in a little more closer as you talked. God, was he glad that there weren't as many customers this early in the morning.

He always asked how your day was and tips you a little extra for your troubles

(You're kind of curious about where he gets all the spare cash from... But you're not arguing !! After all, it's more money to spend on Haruko merchandise !)

He’s so shy and gets so flustered around you, you just wanna reach over and pinch his cheeks.

"D'you want a drink with that?" Ren, who was just leaning his face on his hand, staring at your kissable lips, was promptly shaken out of his stupor. His face flushes, clearly not have expected to be asked something again. "M-Mhm! I-I'll let you choose, I'm sure whatever you choose would be delicious no matter what!" He enthusiastically nodded with a twinge of nervousness to his words. You let out a chuckle that sounds angelic to him before adding that to his order.

He always wants to find a way to spend some more time talking to you, he wants to keep you all to himself !

And he always hangs around until you’re done with your shift!! (you don’t notice him tho) but he’s waiting for the day that you do!!

He makes sure you get home safe, after all, we wouldn't want any creeps following his precious angel home, hmm?

He’s always on his phone, looking at photos of you through the cameras in the coffee shop while eating/drinking his order! His angel chose it specifically for him...

If he sees you gushing over a fictional character during your break, you can guarantee he’s going to start using subtly similar mannerisms.

If it's what gets you closer to him, then Ren wouldn't hesitate!

After all, he loves you so much, he's soooo patient for you to love him back !

So if you get the chance, won’t you pleaase write your number on his coffee cup next time~?

[blue-phones]

Not enough people talk about the trio that is Arcee, Hot Rod, and Springer. They're so cool and could have a really strong dynamic if allowed the chance. fuck i need to draw them eventually

Gah pleaase someone buy me the Wreckers comics (literally any of them. The one Thunderclash or Sins of The Wreckers I DONT CARE I LOVE THE WRECKERS)

[namorslutfanfiction]

Can you just write a filthy second chapter to the Namor Sub fic pleaase!

I was honestly waiting for this. Thank you nonnie,

Summary: He made the Queen angry again and now he's been put in a very special cage. Hopefully no one would notice.

dom/sub dynamic, switch, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, nsfw

Namor had angered her again. He knew it. It had not been his intention to stay another day in Wakanda but the typhoon that hit was so strong that he had taken the offer to stay another day, even though he had promised her that he would be back the day before.

When the king entered their shared chambers he found her sitting at her vanity brushing her hair. She did not greet him as he strode across the room to stand behind where she sat. The Queen did not meet his eyes but instead gestured to the box on the counter in front of her.

"Give me the key when you're done," she said as she returned to brushing and then braiding her hair.

Namor stripped off his cape and shorts, then grabbed the box she head gestured to. He could feel himself getting excited but reminded himself that if he couldn't get the cage on he would be punished even more. He watched his Queen as she added an intricate headdress to her head and started to don one of her more regal dresses. As he watched her his hands locked the cage around his flaccid cock.

The Queen was dressed in full regalia. She grabbed him by the chin and kissed him softly on the lips. Meeting his gaze only for a moment before her eyes travelled down his body to focus on his crotch. She lifted her open palm out to him and he placed the small silver key into it.

"Get dressed, we must address our people. Tomorrow is a feast day," the Queen announced as she slowly placed the key in between her breasts in the tight fitting bodice she wore.

Namor's eyes widened for a moment. She had never made him wear the cage outside of their chambers. He glanced down at the shorts he normally wore and back at the metal cage. They would be able to see. Anyone would.

"Is something wrong, in ajawo?" She purred as she approached him. She placed her hand onto his bare chest, pressing herself against the length of him, looking at a point over his shoulder. One of her hands reached down to drag her nails up his bare thigh. "The people will be waiting for us."

"In reina," the King hesitated, trying to catch her eye but she avoided him.

"You'll do this for me, in amado. You'll do anything for me, right?" The Queen purred as she ran her knuckles against the metal ridges of the cage. He nodded and she cupped his cheek before kissing him passionately. Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip and he moaned.

The Queen gripped his chin and looked down at his cock pushing against the cage, "Mmmm, don't get too excited, my king."

She shoved him by his chin gently away from her. The Queen eyed him from his head to his feet, but still avoided eye contact. The low laugh she let out as she left their chambers sent a shiver down his back. Namor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. If he had any chance of hiding his intimate situation he would have to concentrate. He ignored the uncertainty he felt at the Queen's refusal to meet his eyes.

When Namor descended upon his throne, the Queen noticed that he was wearing his cape, not a normal part of his ceremonial attire. The Talokan King was ever the fierce and righteous man he always was. It made the Queen hum to herself, knowing that the strong and powerful man was hers.

A smirk crossed her lips as she watched him fidget slightly while he sat through some of the speeches and music. He lifted a foot onto his seat, resting his arm on his raised knee, an uncharacteristic position that made the advisor who was speaking stutter. But Namor simply waved for him to continue.

When he was done addressing the people, Namor tried to make a beeline back to the palace but the Queen stopped him. Hooking her arm around his, she steered him towards the crowd, "Now, my love, your adoring people wish to speak to you. You cannot rush off just yet."

Namor looked at her pleadingly. The Queen smiled softly but did not turn to look at him as she spoke, "You've been so good my love. Just for a short while then we can go. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

"Yes, in yakunaj," the King could deny her nothing.

He tried to ignore the weight at his crotch. With the water and the darkness of the sea it was hard to tell that there was something bulkier there than usual, but it was noticeable if you looked. The Queen stuck to his side as he spoke to some of his people, joked with the children, and wished them a good feast day.

When the two reached their chambers, the Queen pulled Namor into a searing kiss, pulling his hair with a rough tug so she could nip and suck on his neck afterward. Namor moaned as the Queen had her way with him. He could feel his cock straining against the cage and the slight pain only made him hunger for more of her touch.

Unexpectedly, the Queen knelt in front of him. She hooked her fingers on his shorts and slowly pulled them down, the material caught slightly on the cage making hiss slightly. She kissed his thighs and then kissed his caged tip. Her eyes never rose to meet his.

"You've been so good, in ajawo. Even after making me wait an extra day for you to return. I had to organize the whole feast day myself. You promised to help me didn't you?" She reminded him as she removed his shin guards and purposefully caressed the wings at his ankles, making him bite his lip at the sensation.

The Queen rose and looked at a point over his shoulder again, "You broke your promise, didn't you, Namor?"

He couldn't help but growl a little at the use of his surface name. In response she flicked his cage once, making him flinch. With a tilt of her head he understood her command. Namor unclasped his cape and dropped his head dress. His arm cuffs and wrist armor followed. Then slowly he removed all the jewelry on his body and dropped them at their feet with his clothes.

The King was laid completely bare now except for the cage at his groin. The Queen stood in front of him still completely clothed. "I love when you actually listen to me."

He could tell that she was still angry at him for staying the extra day in their allied kingdom. But seeing her so upset made him eager to please. When she pushed him away and walked towards their bed without a second glance, he wasn't sure what to do. He watched as she carefully undressed, removing her headdress and jewelry and placed it on the counter nearby. She didn't glance at him as she removed every article of clothing and methodically put them away.

The Queen approached him and without meeting his gaze pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. He returned it, pouring his love and affection into her as best he could. She did not open her eyes, nor break the kiss as she dragged her fingers up his neck onto his scalp and tugged on his hair. Namor was reveling in her touch but he was also apprehensive. He expected anger, a tortuous night of being edged for hours, or being tied up and used while being denied release.

His thoughts continued to race while his body responded to the touch of his beloved. She was in control as she pushed him with her body to the bed. When the backs of his knees hit the bed and he fell onto the soft bedding he expected her to make him watch her without touching. Something that he loved and hated. But instead she kissed her way up his thighs, chest, and found his neck. He moaned as she bit his neck then laved the irritated skin with her tongue.

"Move further up," She whispered into his ear and he obeyed. He shifted so they were fully on the bed and rested his back against the intricate head board formed from driftwood. He tried to catch her gaze but she avoided it.

"In reina," Namor wanted to ask her what he could do that would make her forgive him for his transgression, but she silenced him with a lip biting kiss. The Queen guided one of his hands between her legs, "Don't move your fingers. Don't move at all. I want to use you. You're just one big toy to me. Don't even speak to me."

She closed her eyes and used his hand to rub her clit. The Queen wasn't as wet as usual and used him to turn herself on further. Namor wished he could pleasure her and make her drip like he knew he could. When she was wet enough she angled his fingers and thrust down onto them. His fingers twitched, fighting the urge to curl and find her g-spot. Even the small twitch made her wrap her hand around his neck, "I told you not to move."

He watched her as she pleasured herself on his hand. His cock strained painfully against the cage. Oh, how badly he wanted to bring her to orgasm and wipe the frustration from her face. The Queen mewled and moaned as she ground down on his hand. One of her own hands occupied by pinching her nipple and the other still around his neck. She threw her head back with a frustrated sigh.

The Queen pushed his hand away then gestured for him to lay down flat, once more avoiding the eye contact that Namor craved. She didn't bother tying him up like she usually did and mounted his face, "Make me cum, Namor,"

He ignored the use of his surface name and began licking her wet pussy. Once more he noticed she wasn't as wet as usual and wondered why. It only fueled him to devour her more completely, focusing on her clit and teasing her hole. Her moans grew in intensity and he could feel her growing wetter as she ground into him. The sounds she was making were desperate as was the way she grasped at his head. The Queen looked down and finally met his eyes. The tears welling up at the corners of them surprised him.

Finally, she came with a sob that wrenched at his heart. When the convulsions of a powerful orgasm subsided he sat up and pulled her into his arms, peppering her face with kisses. He could feel the wetness of tears on her cheeks.

"In reina, in yakunaj, I'm sorry. Whatever I've done to hurt you, I'm sorry," the King, kissed her tenderly, stroking her back as she calmed herself.

She wasn't projecting the dominant woman that he usually met when she was angry or annoyed with him. His Queen had only shown this side of herself when she felt vulnerable and needy. Whatever he had done to cause this he wanted to fix it.

The Queen hiccupped and finally replied, "I needed you and you weren't here. I had a horrible dream and when I woke and reached for you, you weren't there."

Realization struck Namor. Nightmares plagued the Queen on stormy nights and this was the first time he was not there to sooth her. Now he knew why she would not meet his gaze. Why she wasn't deriving her usual pleasure from controlling him and subjugating him to her whim. Cupping her cheek gently, he kissed her. Pulling a moan from her lips easily. He needed to remind her that he was there, always.

She grasped at him desperately, deepening the kiss. Their chests were pressed together and the cage was uncomfortably pinching in the position they were in. It was the Queen who broke the kiss and reached for the key sitting on the counter next to the bed. Tenderly she unlocked the cage but his cock was already straining against it, making it harder to remove.

Her eyes were apologetic. Namor took control now, shushing her as her took her hands off the opened cage and pushed her to lay on the bed. With open mouthed kisses he made a path from her lips to her breasts. As he suckled firmly on her nipple his hand slid up between her legs. With delicate strokes he found her clit and began pleasuring her. Wetness soon flowed from her, as he relinquished her nipple and captured her lips again.

Breaking the kiss he whispered to her, meeting her gaze as she moaned, "I'm here, my love. I am right here."

He thrust his fingers into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb, "I saw how hard it was for you to cum earlier, my queen. I will heal all your upset and make you remember how much pleasure we bring each other."

Namor suckled her neck, wanting to mark her as he fucked her with his fingers. She was incoherently moaning for release as her thighs grew slick with her juices. The Queen screamed his real name as she peaked. He did not stop his thrusting fingers as she squirted, prolonging her pleasure. When he pulled away, his hand dripping with her release, he palmed his caged cock. The wetness of his hand allowed for him to finally remove the restraint. His cock ached slightly but he ignored it.

The Queen was kissing him roughly, pulling his hair and gripping at his back. When she heard the metallic clang of the cage being tossed off the bed she paused and pulled away. She gazed up at him, flushed. The hurt from earlier was receding and her affectionate gaze warmed his heart. Gently but firmly she pushed him by his shoulders to lay back onto the bed.

It was her turn to pepper his face with kisses and lick a path down his chest to his crotch. His cock was blushed red from the friction of the cage but was growing to its full length. When the Queen took a place between his legs and bent her face towards his cock he was taken aback. The act was something the Queen enjoyed denying him, but tonight she gave it to him freely.

The feel of her tongue on his sensitive tip made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Her hands moved to hold his hips down as she plunged his cock deep into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Namor couldn't stop himself as he threaded his hand through her hair and guided her head. Controlling the speed and depth as she took his cock into her pretty mouth. It was almost too much for him to handle.

He looked down, seeing her looking up at him as she took his cock deep enough to bring new tears to his eyes, all while she moaned and touched herself nearly undid him. The Queen pushed his hand away and changed her method. Releasing his cock with a pop of suction from her lips, she refocused on the cleft of his tip and his shaft. Her hand left her own pussy to palm his balls as she teased his tip with her tongue.

Involuntarily, Namor bucked his hips. She wrapped her hands around his cock and made a move to straddle his waist. But he took control again, still determined to have control of her pleasure at least for this one night, to make up for not being there for her. With a swift movement he was on top of her, kissing her passionately as he guided her legs around his hips.

He pressed his forehead against her cheek as he thrust hard into her dripping center. The joining made his nerves explode with pleasure. She writhed against him, begging him to move. He set a brutal pace, fucking her into the bed as she gasped and clawed at his back.

"In reina, I will never leave you again," he spoke against her ear.

He pushed her knees toward her chest so he could reach deeper inside of her, "I'll always be right here with you, in yakunaj."

He shifted her legs to the side, tightening the hold she had on him, but he kept his snapping pace. She kept eye contact as he cupped her face with both hands, "My queen, my only, my everything. If I ever fail you again, punish me the harshest way you can, and leave me."

She could only nod and kiss his palms, accepting his command. He leaned down and captured her lips in his own. Her hand cupped his cheek, moaning as she returned the kiss. The Queen found it in herself to command him again, "Touch my clit, my love, make me cum for you."

Namor did as she commanded and reached down to rub circles around her swollen clit, never letting his thrusts falter. Her moaning reached a fever pitch, and her pussy was gushing with her pleasure.

"Cum for me, in reina, please my love," Namor begged as he reached his peak. And she did, going rigid for a moment then bucking her hips against him. His thrusts stuttered as he filled her with his seed. They were both panting from exertion, slick with moisture, and still needing each other.

The Queen pulled him to her. Taking his full weight upon her body as she stroked his hair and back, whispering words of adoration. "You did so good, in ajawo. You always make me feel so good. You can never leave. I won't let you leave me again."

The King clung to her, nodding against her neck and relishing in her touch. He would never leave her again

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This was supposed to be just another edition of Namor being the Queen's bitch but I am hurting and want comfort so that bled into this. I hope you still like it.

[l48yr1nth]

hear me out . chef saltbaker .

NOOOO LITERALLY IVE THOUGHT THAT EVER SINCE I SAW HIM PLEAASE just one chance mr saltbaker. i lvoe a man who can cook and is also fat and a little nefarious

[girlcockholmes]

age gap but specifically someone in their 20s wanting to fuck that old man/woman (40+)

8/10. in the practical application i am often like (george mcfly voice) get your damn hands off her!!! but in reality PLEAASE EPLEAPSLEE PLEAASEEEE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE DAVID TENNANT AND MICHAEL SHEEN AS MRS ROBINSON SPECIFICALLY AND SUSAN SARANDON AND ALSO ONE GRILLION OTHERS 💖💖💖💖

[omori-sv-au]

what if.. bosswoman instead of bossman cause he’s a pathetic loser but she’s a girlboss

OH MY GOD PLEEEAAAADSE MARI JUST ONE CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEAASE!!!!!!!!!