#[ h3k3t confession ]

[h3k3t]

Imagine being on attumas lap

His hands spreading your thighs open as you cockwarm him. Namora is looking down at you faking sympathy and rubbing your cheek while you squirm and whimper trying to find stimulation off of attumas thick cock. He’s just there smirking seeing you wiggle and feeling your hips squirming and making some advances towards his cock.

In conclusion I want to cock warm attuma

Also wtf this is the dirtiest shit I’ve wrote

OH MY GODS, BESTIE! I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE READ THIS CONFESSION AND I THINK IT'S ONE OF THE BEST I'VE EVER READ.

If I could make a sandwich between attuma and namora I would have no objection your honor, I would accept my cruel fate 🫠🫠

Anyway, I wanted to contribute, and if you have other ideas to share, please do it. My ears open and my legs too:

Imagine Attuma's hands gripping you tightly, every time you try to find a minimum of relief, making you whine in need, as if the large size of the warrior between your warm and pulsating walls that gradually expand, wasn't already enough to make you lose your head and make yourself falling apart.

In the meantime, Namora's hands explore every inch of your body, caressing it and brushing the most erogenous parts with your nails and lips, with the aim of gathering your every slightest reaction. You often moaned softly, while your body jerked slightly or had a small spasm, thus making you rise and fall a little on Attuma's erection making you mewl even more.

It doesn't matter if you are a mere human, a warrior like them or their queen or princess, Namora and Attuma love to worship your body and at the same time reduce you to a weeping mass of gasps and moans that doesn't even remember its name anymore, if not theirs.

"Look at you, if you really want me to start thrusting inside you, just don't act like a brat" Attuma says before slamming his hand towards your buttock. Crying out your body jerked once more onto the warrior's cock, receiving another small jolt of relief as your butt moved closer to his broad, strong hand.

"So needy…" Namora didn't stop removing that fake compassionate expression from her face and getting your bodies closer and closer to each other, she slid two fingers on your swollen and wet clit, massaging the bud of nerves with circular gestures. A louder and perhaps broken moan escaped you as your foreheads touched and your lips were apart.

Your hips began to move towards the warrior's fingers with fluent and fast gestures, but Attuma's firm hands did not hesitate to grab your hips in a tight grip, making you slide along her entire thick cock, until every inch was welcomed inside you and both of your lower abdomens attached, making you arch your back in pleasure and preventing you from moving while Namora's fingers kept moving.

"Stay" Attuma command you almost with a growl and in front of your lucidity and coherence now reduced to ashes you could not help but obey and be at the mercy of these two expert predators.

In conclusion...2022 has taught me that I am a slut for underwater beings, even though I am afraid of water

*also if you want to identify yourself with an emoji, anon-bestie, would be easier for me to distinguish you from the various anons

[avocado-writing]

Hey hey!! I’ve never sent in requests before so I’m sorry if this is weirdly structured!!

Could it be possible to have a bday related thing going on between Aziraphale and the reader where the reader is feeling a bit existential about getting older and all? Maybe a bit of fluff and some butterfly kisses?

(It’s my bday today and i just hit a pretty big milestone age-wise so yes i’m projecting a bit *sorry* ;) )

Have a lovely day!! (p.s. I absolutely ADORE your writing. Keep it up!!)

notes: sorry once again that this was so late!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: T

“Ugh.”

“Ugh?” Crowley echoes as you flop down heavily onto the sofa between him and the angel. Immediately you’re greeted with touches: a soft hand on your thigh, a caress of your forearm. 

“What’s the matter, darling? I thought you enjoyed today.”

“Oh I did! It was lovely. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant at all,” you reassure them both, quickly. It has been a wonderful day. A long, slightly boozy breakfast at your favourite eatery before a small shopping spree; a matinee in the early afternoon; on for dinner and cocktails after. It’s been thoroughly perfect all things considered. You’ve been smothered in presents by both of them too, from things you had on your wish list for ages to items you mentioned in passing months ago. You couldn’t ask for better partners. 

And yet. 

You look over to the mantelpiece. Aziraphale has kindly displayed all of the birthday cards you’ve received. And, because it’s a milestone birthday, a lot of them have your age printed on them in massive, inescapable letters. 

“Ah,” Crowley mutters. 

“It’s not you, my loves. I just feel a bit… old,” you confess. There’s a weariness to you that you never knew ten years ago, an ache in your body youth never burdened you with. But there it is now, a reminder that another year has gone by. 

Aziraphale and Crowley exchange a look across the plain of your body before they both gently wrap you in an embrace. 

“Darling, you are certainly not ‘old’. Not by a long shot.” Aziraphale takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, reverently.

“Wait until you hit your first century, then we’ll talk. No, make it your first millennium,” Crowley laughs. You go to object but he reaches over to catch your lips with his, silencing you. You close your eyes and relax into it as Aziraphale runs a hand up and down your side, reaching in when you part with Crowley to brush his eyelashes against your cheek in a featherlight butterfly kiss. You giggle, and you realise how youthful it sounds. 

“You’re perfect,” one of them says, and the other agrees. And with their confirmation - and affections - you feel your worries melt into nothingness. They keep you far too occupied on the sofa for you to think of much else but them that night, anyway… 

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[h3k3t]

I know I know Werewolf Jack is dangerous and can kill you HOWEVER you know how dogs do those like...wriggly sniff kisses where they just drill wriggle their way into your entire view of sight and you just can help but laugh?

Werewolf Jack recognizing his reincarnated soulmate and just wriggle sniff and kiss you, probably licking at the wounds he might've accidently caused by tackling you.

OOoooOOoooh bestie, you're so right!

Wolf!Jack would rush towards the frightened figure of his soulmate, filling them with sniff-kisses and licking every scratch off their face.

He would feel their body go rigid, but he doesn't care, his mighty arms wrap around their tiny figure, hiding them in his hairy chest; too much is the fear of losing his soulmate again and at the same time the happiness of having found them again.

+ Plus: Jack will apologize deeply and embarrassed more than ever for that show of affection so voracious LMAO

[h3k3t]

I love seeing all these attumaxreaderxnamora anons! I've been hyperfixating thinking about those two for a while now 🤪😵

Just wanted to share a lil idea I've had lately about how the whole thing could start

For some context, I've always seen Attuma and Namora as frenemies, thus some sort of 50/50 between agreeing/tolerating each other and competing/bickering

1. So I feel like the first time they both saw reader they were both star-strucked by her; they both were left speechless by her beauty and strength

2. Being as blunt and possessive as he is, Attuma probably went after reader first; something clicking in his mind and making him go all mine, not caring about anything nor anyone else in the world; probably didn't even notice Namora also staring at her, he was just blinded by that pull

3. I have a feeling Namora is way more reserved and diplomatic? composed? than Attuma and as soon as she saw him charging towards reader, she could only roll her eyes at how much of a brute he could be (guess Namora is more sensual and gentle so she could be a "gentleman" like that lol)

4. Since Namora is not as blunt as Attuma, I imagine she kept her distance and observed, trying to gather as much information about reader as possible; however, that also made her lose leverage as she basically gave Attuma enough room to woo/court reader

5. Sensing defeat, I imagine Namora taking a rather harsh stance against reader every time she would be around with Attuma but only because she doesn't know how to approach her and also doesn't want Attuma to notice her having a big ol' crush on her; her being so distant and rather dry towards reader also comes from how jealous Namora actually feels, she's also possessive and she also saw reader first and she very well knows she could do a better damn job than Attuma

6. Sparring with reader would probably be the few times Namora has a chance to be near her, like physically near her; she would be so distracted by the way reader moves, her scent, the way her skin feels against hers whenever they clash against one another, and most importantly, by the way reader sounds; oh Namora would pay close attention to every huff or whimper or groan that would escape reader's mouth and would wonder if that's how she sounds whenever she's with Attuma...or if she could make reader sound even sweeter if she had her way with her

7. Eventually Attuma connects the dots and realizes Namora's harshness and distance/coldness towards reader is not because she doesn't like her but because she feels the same pull as him; being the cocky asshole that he is, I'm pretty sure he would tease Namora endlessly about it until she snaps at him and bickers about why would reader choose him over her

Anyways, these lil snippets have been driving me insane lately so I thought I might as well share them here hehe

And yes, I like drama and angsty stuff like that sue me

Also, I apologize if this ended up being too long or if it sounds stupid I promise it looks better in my head

~🦈 anon

HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME WITH SO FEW CRUMBS, BESTIE?! Do you have any more ideas? Because I would really like to hear/read them.

Don't apologize if the confession is too long, literally every confession I read is, and indeed I read them with pleasure and curiosity❤️

How Namora and Attuma would approach the reader is absolutely accurate! ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDS I mean, in my opinion Attuma is kind of the guy who would start looking for the reader almost like a predator goes after its prey (I think he would also use his size to put more emphasis on it, I mean we looked at it all the mask scene with shuri yeah?)

Namora would literally watch him from afar already understanding what plan he has in mind, and click her tongue at her palate in annoyance. In my opinion Namora thinks Attuma 'plays a little too much' with things, if I'm not mistaken she herself in the film tells him "Stop playing Attuma" after he kept challenging Okoye.

In my opinion, yeah, Namora would feel a little put off by Attuma's way of doing things, believing that there is no room for her in your heart. However, I don't think she's the type to drop the bone so easily. I think she would wait patiently (even without jumping for joy) for the right moment where you and Attuma have an argument or something goes a bit wrong between you two, to be able to jump in and support you in that difficult moment. Namora would support you at any cost, even if you are wrong to Attuma in the argument and I think she would say things like: "I would never have done that to you…" or "I would never have told you…"

Obviously your relationship grows stronger knowing that I would always have support from her and it is at that moment that in my opinion the challenge really begins between Namora and Attuma: who will be able to win your heart.

[h3k3t]

Here's another Spicy Confession from the recently turned monster fucker: keeping Jack calm during the nights by letting him fuck your the way the Wolf needs to. From the moment the moon is up, he's on top of you, dominating you and biting your neck; his sharp claws are digging into your shoulders but you can't feel it over the bliss of your pussy spread around his cock. You look down and see it inside of you, you can see your own self stretched and puckered and you can't help but cry out. He holds you close; he keeps you warm. The cold, forest air is like a refresher by the time the moon creeps away. And Jack finally falls beside you, his chest heaving as he sinks back into his usual self. And so quickly do the roles reverse. All night he had taken care of you, and now you take care of him. Cleaning him up and getting the morning meal and warm drinks ready. He sits in his sweatpants, shirtless as he's watching quietly while you try to get things together; finally, when you can't stand it anymore, you say: "What?"

"Nothing," Jack says quietly as you pull a thermos of hot cocoa from the fire.

"Then stop staring at me like that," you replied decidedly, though you knew he was lying. You knew very well he was regretting himself for having lost control. Although, the night escapades weren't exactly what you'd consider his other ego losing control. So long as he didn't maul into nearby villages, you'd consider it to be a peaceful night.

"Like what?" Jack presses.

"Like you're going to cry. I'm fine."

Sure, your arms were a little cut up and your neck and throat were peppered in bites and bruises; but you felt fantastic. One with nature, in a weird way.

"I mean it," you tell him again as you sip your own drink. "Couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my nights. You know he wouldn't ever hurt me. I like to think he and I have a special connection," you added in an attempted joke.

It didn't seem to land.

Jack puckered his mouth with discontent. "Well, next time you see him, why don't you remind him who you belong to?" He mumbled.

In spite of that, you smiled. While Jack often considered the wolf another person, another version of himself, you entirely saw the wolf for who he was: Jack. Jack's primal nature. It was undeniably sexy. He couldn't understand why you'd give the beast the time of day. Or night, rather. You'd try to convince him otherwise at another time. Right now, you were both exhausted. And so you finished breakfast and fell asleep in the well furnished tent, holding each other while the sun finished rising.

Ooh jeez, bestie THANKS FOR THE MEAL 👀🌶️

I really appreciate your imagination and if you have any other ideas send them to me! I'd really like to read and share them ❤️

Now if you don't mind I'm going to read this scenario for the third time because I love smut with a hint of angst

[h3k3t]

Since we’re on a roll here for attuma/namora

I imagine attuma and namora competing on who fucks you the best

1.who can make you cum faster/first

2.who can put you in subspace the fastest/how fast can they break your mind

3. If they can make you squirt (👀)

4.how flustered can they make you

5. Whoever can make you beg first

I feel like sensually speaking they would absolutely worship you as their little princess

1. Jewels/jewelry galore. They’d make sure your every need is taken care for

2.pretty talokan dresses/gowns

3.warm baths with them just taking care of you scents in the tub flower pedals all that lol

Individually speaking

1. Attuma is def a slightly hard domme definitely too cocky at times

-he lovesss the size difference between you and him makes him feel like he has some type of power over you (he does). -He loves your neck and tummy (his hands are basically your necklace) and he gets to see you take his cock watching the outline of him inside of you turns him on so much. -he loves when you misbehave to either him or namora because his punishments are long lasting you will feed it until the next week. -obsessed with your smell and your soft body. -markings make him go feral. He is extremely possessive so the whole world needs to know you belong to him and namora. -BREEDING KINK. Attuma has a huge breeding kink. Always cumming inside, wanting you to give him “little warriors” as he calls it.

Speaking of namora she is more of a soft (can be hard at times) dom.

-She is super sensual, will take care of you immensely. I think that’s be one of her kinks as well having you as her princess giving her an nurturing position/role in the relationship. -would rather praise you than degrade you. -don’t let that fool you tho she is a huge tease. Making you beg for her,faking sympathy when you cry out for her when “it’s too much”, she does punish you at times but you stay her good girl most of the time so punishments are rare. -loves your thighs and lips omg. Wether it’s her in between them lapping up your cunt (btw she can eat pussy like its her last meal)or her just leaving tiny kisses inside your thighs when she’s doing aftercare she likes to watch you suck your cum off of her fingers. -queen of aftercare btw. Fruits, water, washcloths, whatever you need to feel comfortable all there by the time you regain your consciousness. -she loves when you play with her tits (sensitive asf) start sucking her nipples and she damn near cums. -also kind of a service dom. (Might be controversial)

These are my personal hc’s feel free to add some more or change any ❤️

~🧸 anon

So where to start, 🧸anon:

First of all you're right, Namora and Attuma are just the types who put "a little healthy competition" everywhere, and if their partner is the victim, well, even better for them, in my opinion. And yes, as I had already mentioned, my sixth sense tells me that both (as I think Namor too) find it absolutely normal to worship their partner, take care of them, or simply remain faithful to them. As I also think they are mostly protective of their s/o; someone tells you some meanness? too bad for them because they will have the two best Talokanil warriors ready to skewer them like a kebab.

Attuma is really kinky in my opinion, no one can convince me otherwise, this fishman doesn't even know what vanilla means, that's it your honour. The size kink is one of Attuma's main kink, seeing how small you are compared to him, awakens the dirtiest part of him in his psyche, and yeah I think he would love to prepare you to welcome his thick cock inside you ( Namora would be happy to help). Surely with the two of them the foreplay never fails, that's for sure.

"his hands are basically your necklace" GODS, THIS IS SOO TRUE. Probably he and Namora would argue about this from time to time, because I imagine Namora giving you some nice jade or pearl necklaces and Attuma's hand on your neck punctually blocks the view on the jewels.

Regarding his breeding kink, I feel the same way. Attuma strikes me as the type who wouldn't want to waste even a drop of his cum. Probably during the aftecare, he would slide two fingers into his partner's hole, with the intention of sending the small trickle that slowly escaped from it back into them.

Namora is a mystery, in my opinion she is a character with many shades of gray. She appears to me as a very loyal and protective partner, who would not hesitate to show her partner how much she loves them; at the same time I think that in the sexual sphere she is very hungry and kinky, very passionate. Surely she is the aftercare queen, change my mind.

Surely if you have a relationship with both of them there will be two things that will not be missing: punishments (because they both enjoy to give you, especially Attuma) and certainly several rounds when you have sex (being busy at Namor's service they will certainly not have much time for themselves, but when they get back to you, well…hope you're ready for a busy night).

small note: this confession on the subject of attuma x reader x namora, is probably one of my favorites

[h3k3t]

OKAY THIS IS PROBABLY AN OVERSHARE AND ITS VERY SPICY BUT I want Jack to lick my clit for hours. I want him to lay between my legs and hold my hands while he laps my wet heat and eats me up for hours. I want him to treat me like such a pillow princess. I want him to bite the inside of my legs hard and rough, leave teeth marks, and I want him to murmur to me in Spanish that he's desperate for more of my slick. AHEM yeahhhhhh

First of all, thank you for the meal, bestie 💕

Second, It was pretty much the same thought that plagued me for several days after watching Werewolf by night. I MEAN—

That man looks like the type who could eat your pussy like it's his last meal, like his life depended on it. Jack would be the kind, in my opinion, who would love to do it when you two are lying on the sofa watching a movie; No matter how hard you try to focus, that subby werewolf would be a whining mess and eager to sink tongue and lips into your soft coochie.

Last but not least, I imagine him eating you out also as to say good morning as soon as he wakes up, or in the middle of the night, when his carnal instincts are now uncontrollable, no matter how many times you'll cum, you will have to try several times to beg him to stop and give you a time out.

[h3k3t]

🍱spicy sushi confession anon. I hope you've been getting my (granted it's only been two) asks! If ever you want me to ceases and desist the confessions I most certainly will. This turned into a freaking mini fanfic so I guess I should just say that it's a) spicy and b) underlying with a plot involving a mate AU that I really just made up along the way 🥴

The way Jack would be so needy and ultimately submissive really kills me. He'd watch with wide eyes as you kiss the bulge of his dress pants, nuzzle him with your nose and continually praise him. Kissing his pelvis as you draw his pants down and he hisses to himself. "Keep going?" You whispered. Your own voice is wrought with desire and it amazes Jack that you actually want him. Him, an old man, a man who had seen war, who has unwittingly slaughtered entire villages. And you, so young and spry, so beautiful with loving glints blossoming in your eyes. So soft...especially your lips. Your lips are soft as they press against his cock, and he can't help but stifle a moan with his palm as he looks down at you. Your mouth parts; pink tongue crawls out. It rests at the underside of his huge cock and it's so warm and wet. His tip is already dripping out smooth precum. You immediately lap it up, the way he had once seen you lap at a popsicle. Your soft lips close around his tip and he can no longer keep it in. His large hand, unclean with the blood of innocent and guilty alike, cradle the back of your head. He's stammering and moaning out, his deep voice babbling in a way you'd never heard. It's like he had never been...worshipped before. It's a damn shame that he hasn't. His cock is thick and swollen in a way that you yearn to feel it inside. His body is beautiful and rough. Scars on his abdomen, flecks of red and brown moles on his hips and pelvis. His thighs muscular as they clench. And, God help you, you feel your stomach churn with heat as his hips buckle up. "Stop," he pleads. "I don't want to-"

"I want you to," you suddenly say, your tone harsh and clear. You envelop him in your mouth again, taking him deeper and revelling in the delicious sounds he makes. He sounds like he's crying, and you look up to see that he very well could be. One hand is still around the crown of your head, and the other has now intertwined with yours. Your knees ache, your jaw is tight, but you don't care one bit. Oh and how good it feels to just hear Jack babble and moan about how good you make him feel. His hips buck against you and you make a sound of approval, trying to signal to him that you enjoy how needy he is. You love to see him so unwound. He warns you that he's going to cum and when you let him he feels like he would combust. He expected it to stop. But it didn't. "Mi corazón es tuyo," he gasped as he flexed his fingers in your hair. "Tómalo! Tómalo! Ah, fuck! Tómalo!"

Ah, that was it, you thought as his thighs trembled. His hand crushed yours with a fierce grip that reminded you of the beast that lurked within. But you couldn't lie and say you wanted it to stop. You loved how shaky he became when you forced a second orgasm. You loved how sensitive he was at any touch, how overstimulated. You nuzzled your nose against his tip and he swore, twitching away as he begged for a moment of peace. It was a bit funny, but you obliged, sitting back on your knees and watching him with intense infatuation as he caught his breath. He still gripped your hand in his.

Finally his pretty, green eyes caught yours and they lit up with true happiness. He grinned sheepishly. "Don't look at me like that," he said, bashful.

You pushed up and crawled into his lap. "Why not?"

"You just shouldn't!" Jack insisted.

"Why not, papí?" You asked in an overtly teasing manner.

Jack glared, but he couldn't hold it for too long without laughing. You surrendered. "Alright, alright, I won't push it."

You laid against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down as he relaxed. His arms were around you. You felt so, undeniably, incandescently happy.

"Is it always this way?" You finally asked.

"What do you mean?" Jack replied as he twirled some of your hair in his fingers.

"For...mates."

Jack made a sound of understanding. Your face burned as you realized you'd finally broached the topic neither of you had dared to approach. The fact that you and Jack were mates hadn't yet been properly discussed. The learned fact had somehow been slipped into the back burner, getting away from you both in all the chaos.

"I don't know, amore," Jack answered honestly. " I don't think all mated couples have the luxury of liking their partner. Sometimes the moon's fate has different plans. Maybe She thought they'd have strong offspring, or they'd make a good duo in battle. Luckily for me, She paired me with the most beautiful, loving soul I could have asked for. Lucky that she wanted me to love."

You kissed the corner of his gentle mouth. "Lucky for us," you corrected.

Jack laughed; it was a musical sound. "Yes, amore. Lucky for us."

I hope in the future you will delight me with more such spicy scenarios, 🍱Anon. You really have talent, bestie. You also have a great talent for making me have real heart attacks from too many feels, now I'm calling 911.

[h3k3t]

Namora overstimulates/edges you ~🧸

I imagine namora tying you up fucking you till there’s no tomorrow

“I-it’s too much please” you beg her to stop rubbing your sore little clit after your fifth orgasm of the night, her fingers inside of you relentlessly hitting that spot over and over and over again she chuckles at your fucked out blissful face, your eyebrows scrunching in pain and pleasure. She starts to fuck you faster on her fingers, you don’t know why but your hips start to chase her movements . As your thighs start shaking you start to feel that tingly feeling in your tummy.

“Is it too much little one?” She laughs you whine and nod vigorously when suddenly she takes out her fingers “N-No please! I was so close” you sniffle, tears forming in your eyes “please I’ll be good for you ma’am let me cum please” she looks at you smiling bringing her fingers up to your mouth “Je’e” (open) your suck on her fingers savoring your taste. She has lust written all over her face watching you with her bottom lip in-between her teeth she takes her fingers out “good girl,I’ll let you cum don’t worry little one” she kisses your temple.

Your mind goes white after she removed her mask momentarily and puts her warm mouth on your puffy pussy she takes her time lapping up all of your cum from your previous orgasms. She hums into your cunt sucking on your clit, you squirm as your moans get louder and louder. “Please please please please, wanna cum ma’am please” you start begging she looks up at you from her position “Máanen princess” (go ahead princess) she smirks and goes back in to swirl your clit with her tongue. Your back arches as your orgasm approaches your grip onto the binds she has you tied up in “thank you! Thank you-“ you cry out as your orgasm washes over you “oh mphmm fuck” your mind goes blank as she slows down her movements.

As you come back to consciousness she’s by your side cleaning you up with a warm rag and a glass of water. You wince when she cleans inside of your thighs “you came pretty hard little one, I thought you passed out” she chuckles. You hum not being able to speak correctly. She smiles and kisses on the inside of your thighs “you won’t be able to walk tomorrow princess, I’ll take of you. Rest for now” she gets up to discard the items she used to clean you up.

I have no words.

*Side note* sorry if there is any spelling mistakes or error lmao

I also imagine namora being a nurturer (I tried to write that in with the aftercare part at the end) also what names do you think namora would like to be called in bed? And which ones would she call you. I tried to feel out how “little one” and “princess” would fit for her calling the reader those names and “ma’am” for her but lmk your insight lol *im rambling I’m sorry* ~🧸

🧸ANON?! BESTIE?! Did you want to kill me? WELL You did it! AND NOW I NEED RESUSCITATION

I NEVER WANTED TO BE TRAMPLED BY NAMORA SO MUCH I SWEAR—I don't have words either, because your confession is PURE GOLD, SIS 💥💳💥💳

To answer your questions:

I see Namora as a full-fledged dom, she sure loves to discipline her partner, but I am absolutely convinced that at the same time she would like to worship you as if you were her goddess or nymph. And what better way than in the aftercare? Namora would mainly take care of you (clean you, hydrate you etc...), often loves to take a nice scented bath with you or simply pamper you and kiss every single inch of your body.

Mainly I believe that in moments of total romance or intimacy both namora and her partner would call each other "my Goddess" "my nymph" or "my jade" (I read somewhere that for Talokan culture jade is the stone that symbolizes love or what kind you give to your beloved). However during sex I think Namora would appreciate being called "ma'am" or some sort of appellation in regards to her military role at Talokan; "little one" or "princess" would be perfect for her partner instead. They're pretty good!!

Anyway feel free to chat all you want, don't apologize bestie!

[h3k3t]

So there's that post saying about how Jack's 200-400 ish years old and the whole soulmate thingy and him recognizing his beloved by the same scent and I just-😭

Ooooh so angst, bestie😭

Imagine if Jack's soulmate has been dead for years now, but one day he recognizes the same scent as them in another person who appears to be their identical copy 👀

That werewolf with a heart of gold, would do anything for them, even if they don't know him.

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OKAY BUT THERES SOME MONSTER FUCKING IN THIS JUST AS A WARNING so personally I'm not a monster fucker but I yearn for wolf Jack's stark opposite dom personality from his usual subby and soft personality. I want that wolf mf to pin me down and rut into me with such an angry possessive fervor. I can't explain it but holy shit, I just want this. In the cold woods, a campfire in the distance that's smothered out and our tent's door is flapping while he ravishes me. I'm digging my nails into the dirt and he's panting and growling. And then in the morning Jack is hella embarrassed. He cannot understand why I enjoy it. He cannot understand why the wolf seems to care about me, but somehow someway he does, and he's just glad it's that and nothing else.

I need a moment to breathe again, this confession is gold. I will repeat what I said in another confession, I also imagined this fantasy and I was never a monster-fucker…But the duality between Jack and his wolf was too much for my pussy me to ignore, I MEAN---

I also imagined another scenario, what would happen when the wolf well…goes into heat? Having said that I run away 🏃‍♀️💨💨

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CONFESSION: I fell in love with Hector from Coco before I really knew who Gael was, so when I saw WWBN for the first time I just had a total meltdown. I've watched Coco and WWBN back to back so many times now

Until a few days ago I didn't know that Gael Garcia was voicing Hector, bestie 👀

But now I can't help but listen to Remember me, imagining Jack singing it to his SO.

Soo I understand you how you feel 🥺

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I'm thinking about Jack and guilt and soulmates and him holding so much guilt because he woke up after a bad full moon and he finds his beloved dead and y'kno...bloody and gored open and he thinks it's him that did it (But he didn't because sweet sweet angst and they always kill the monsters loved ones in movies) and the horror and angst of finding his soulmate again and seeing them alive and breathing and perfectly safe and oh god he's crying-

EXCEPT THE WHOLE SOULMATE THING IS THAT HIS BELOVED HAS THE SCARS FROM THE PAST and they have to figure out what actually killed them and ewebebebdbedwew 😭🥰

Not me and Jack crying in the background like two newborns, bestie 😭😭😭😭

I can't my heart will give out but this promot is terrific and i will continue to feed on angst even if it hurts *sob*

Sorry if I answer so late

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https://twitter.com/nsfwsemun/status/1613307796551860224?t=SnXpGX5S6315xPwr2wsbsw&s=19

This but with attuma x reader x namora

🍷Anon

Well I would say that there is nothing to say, bestie 👀 THIS IS PRETTY FUCKIN HOT and this ship dynamic is becoming my new obsession.

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🍱 here! It's 2 am for me and I'm not completely confident that I don't have an entire speech due tomorrow for my public speaking class, but unfortunately I don't have one at all 😬. I'm also not entirely certain if you got the other confessions and I'm sorry if you did and you just haven't answered them! That being said I have decided to not attempt anything at all and just write this instead: It's thunderstorming outside, the violent claps of thunder like cymbals in a celestial symphony. You're ass is pressed against Jack's bulge, hips being bruised as Jack nuzzles his face into your neck. He's inhaling, funneling your scent right to his brain while his two fingers massage your clit. Flashes of lightning flood the room but it's hardly noticeable as your practically convulsing into his chest, begging and pleading his name. His teeth graze your collarbone, biting down just hard enough to make you shudder. Cum oozes out of you, dripping down your naked thighs. Jack keeps going.

"That's too much!" You gasped.

A sudden crash of thunder and lightning.

Jack growls. "I don't care," he says in your ear. "You're going to keep coming for me, as many times as I please. You understand, amore? Say you understand."

"I understand," you yelp as your clit twitches. The hard nub is swollen and sensitive and in spite of the slight discomfort, your coming again, the slick coating his fingers as he slides two inside of you.

He pulls them out and sucks the digits. "The Wolf is hungry, amore," his voice rumbles in your ear. "The Wolf needs to fuck you. Needs to possess you."

He's crawled over top of you; his eyes are blown wide with angry lust.

The flash of lightning comes again and for a brief moment you swear it's the Wolf straddling you.

You're clenching and aching for more so you submit; you submit and allow Jack to push his way inside. Your nails dig into Jack's biceps as he he growls in a guttural octave with each thrust inside of you.

GODS OF EVERY PANTHEON, it's been a long time since you sent me this confession, but to this day I'm still sweating like crazy because it's really chef-kiss, 🍱anon

(Anyway, I hope all is well and that you are well and your life is going well, I would love to chat with you again)

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Spicy Sushi Box Confession Anon, procrastinating my english project, and my math test, and my public speaking discussion thread, and--well, generally everything else. Like I said in another ask (not sure if you saw it, it's no biggie!) I'm very glad you enjoy my ramblings. I've got tons.

Anyways. It's the night before Jack is going to turn, and he's wrought with worry.

Ever since you've come into the picture, you've insisted on coming with him to the turnings. You hate the thought of him being alone.

But he hates the thought of you being there, in the midst of danger. He'll never trust the wolf around you, because he doesn't trust himself. He never will, and he'll never understand why you do. You're sound asleep but Jack is wide awake. He's dying to reassure himself that you're going to be okay, but he just can't ease his worries. As you're sleeping, he crawls between your legs and pushes his head up your night gown. You gasp awake immediately, your body going rigid as you feel his hot tongue slipping through your slit. His tongue caresses thick flicks across your hard clit, his voice pinched in moans of delight as he takes deep breaths, trying to memorize every bit of your smell and your taste. He'd have to try very hard to remember you tomorrow.

You arch off the bed, hand in his soft hair, gripping him tight as you cry in pleasure. Jack's relentlessly humping the bed, drool and slick dripping down his chin as he shuts his green eyes tight. He wishes he could stay like this forever. Wishes he could let you live a life of constant pleasure and ease, so that you'd never have to worry about anything again. Until then, until he could guarantee that the wolf would remember, he would continue to reassure himself. He'd continue to seek ease and calm in your hot pussy, relishing in the taste. Burrowing his nose against your clit as he pushes his tongue inside and out, touching the top of you and absorbing every bit of your scent.

LORD have mercy, this confession is wonderful. Not literally what I think about almost every night before I fall asleep.

Anyway, yes, in my opinion, Jack gives me the vibes of someone who loves eating out their partner (at any time/hour/minute/etc, because he is a hungry wolf but he would always do it with kindness) and if this also involves memorizing your smell/perfume to ensure that the beast inside him may remind you, even better!