#fouls language

[angelx1992]

[suja-janee]

Can’t say I blame her

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

So sunny likes Milk and Honey. That is adorable ♥♥♥it fits so good.

reflex check-

[apotheosphorus]

i really think my all time favorite trope is the "what a bunch of a-holes" bc it combines the softness of the found family, but the comedy of incredibly socially chaotic and maladaptive adults wreaking havoc with a crippling tendency for dysfunctional team dynamics, all in the name of a generally morally upstanding motive, though executed in the most erroneous way possible

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy who bites things he likes. not a hard bite, mind you, just a small, gentle nibble. it started as a way for him to express affection to you; he had so much love and didn't know what to do with it so he delicately bit your hand for a few seconds before drawing back with a purr, licking your skin. you stare at him in surprise, then let out a delighted laugh as you hug him tight.

from then on whenever Legacy sees something he likes, he'll lean forward and give it a small bite (if he's allowed to of course); which includes people, food, random rocks and leaves, blankets, and more- but his favorite things to nibble are still your fingers and hair

[paxcallow]

sorry this is so late for new years theyre trying to forget me how to draw at my retail job and i only remembered last night :(

so... drawing this was mostly for my own benefit. i have. kind of a complex over liking something that is a) not loved by all and b) often fetishized. there may have actually been an event that triggered this. that i forgot about until talking to my friend tonight. lmao

i think most people probably won't care if a tickle fic or two shows up on my blog because most people aren't checking this blog anyway >:] and i wanted to "get ahead of it" so i could stop ACTIVELY avoiding posting any T Word Stuff, but drawing this entire experimental comic instead of just sticking something in my "about me" was mostly just to make MYSELF feel better. yell at the imaginary accuser in my head.

having said that, i wanted to post this anyway on the off chance it reaches some other weirdo embarrassed about tickling (or i guess any other popularly fetishized trope) for similar reasons. be more cringe! be more earnest! you're not being some kind of deviant and anyone who thinks you're being Horny on Main gets put directly in the time-out image from now on, okay? you choose the time length. godspeed.

[humming-fly]

According to the wiki Meta Knight has a bit of a potty mouth, which makes sense when you remember he’s technically a sailor 

[acetheabnormal]

I'm sure this has been done but I needed to do it for myself

[kitsumo]

bonus doodle

[yank-a-ton]

[oillampslit]

A prayer if you are struggling with foul language.

[boba-beom]

minors who are writing smut, why are you rushing to grow up so much? literally chill out and take your time with your childhood. nsfws is obviously content you shouldn’t indulge in until you’re of age. take your time with being a minor and find hobbies and what not. I just don’t get it lmao why do minors write nsfws?

[amidstthemists]

You, a troublemaker, have a chance encounter with Buggy when he and his crew raid the ship you’re on.

You were always the jokester on your ship. The rest of the crew tolerated it, but jokes were your bread and butter. As a pirate, the days were long and the work was hard and you’d be damned if you didn’t keep yourself amused with silly rhymes, one liners, snarky comebacks, absurdisms, whatever you could come up with, really. Usually you were responded to with a roll of the eyes, a suffering sort of smile, even silence, but sometimes you said a real zinger and got the crew to come together in laughter. Those were the best times. But you enjoyed some of the less tolerant reactions too. You found a particular enjoyment in being a menace.

When your ship was taken over by a group of theatrically inclined circus pirates, everyone in your crew was certain they would all be dying in strange, unusual, and possibly theatrical ways. That was what you were prepared for, too. And, sure, it was unfortunate, but at least the lighting was sure to be great and your inevitable demise was sure to be creative. Being a pirate, believe it or not, was often very tedious business unless you were actively in the middle of some mischief. Dying sucked, but at least it would be interesting and keep you occupied.

And your good humor, much to your captured crew’s chagrin, was there to keep you company until the theatrically inclined circus pirates figured out what to do with the lot of you.

When a certain clownish pirate captain made an appearance, sauntering around the deck of your ship as if he owned the place, a member from your crew elbowed you hard in the ribs and warned, “Better not be planning any funny business.”

If your hands weren’t already raised in surrender with the rest of the crew, you would have put them up defensively. But a mischievous smile was playing on your lips as you said, “Who knows what I’m planning?”

“Who said something about my nose?!” Captain Buggy’s voice was so loud that everyone jumped at the exclamation.

Your eyes moved over the fine yet intimidating figure that was the invading clown pirate captain. His outfit was flashy and makeup was unapologetically clownish. He moved with a grace and confidence that belied the outrage he clearly felt over a comment on his nose. You realize that he must have been insecure (and, overall, overcompensating) for something, but what really got your attention was the frown that defied how his makeup stretched into a smile. His makeup begged for him to smile and, aside from whatever insecurity he harbored, he looked like he could take a good joke. It would be a shame if he couldn’t take a good joke, after all, since he was, in fact, a clown.

Everyone averted their eyes when he stared them down, shining blue eyes roving over each member of the crew you belonged to. Everyone, that is, except you. You looked back at him, unwavering, an amused grin on your face.

“What’re you smiling about?” He questioned, taking a few lumbering steps over to you. He was so tall and moved with such unique grace, such intense purpose.

“What? People can’t smile when they see a clown anymore?” You asked back, daring to lower your hands only to be jabbed in the ribs again, this time by a member of Buggy’s crew. Your hands darted back up into a surrender, but you rolled you eyes as you did it. “I thought that was, like, the whole point. And, anyway, you should think about smiling more. A frowny clowny is a little bit of a contradiction, I would think.”

Buggy advanced until he grabbed ahold of your collar and said, head cocked and inches from your face, “Well, Captain Frowny Clowny is a little pissy-wissied because some fuck-twat should have kept their mouth shut instead of talking about something that wasn’t their business. And, come to think of it, I could have sworn that voice came from your direction. Do you know anything about that, princess?”

You could feel his breath on your cheeks, could feel how strong his hand was, and wondered in equal parts what it would be like to be kissed by someone like him and what it would be like to be thrown overboard by someone with such enthusiasm. When you smiled again, his eyes flickered to your lips before darting back to lock gazes with you. He was impatient like a man but as feral as an animal in his intensity.

“I do.”

“Oh, really? Pray, why don’t you share with the class what you know?” If he was an animal, he liked to play with his food before he ate it.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you and you knew that he felt them too: the captive audience for his performance. But he didn’t know that you liked an audience, too.

“All I was saying was—“

“—so it was you who had something to say. Why am I not surprised?—“

“Hush, I’m not done.” Your voice was a little choked from how the collar cut into your throat, but you pushed on anyway, smile as unwavering as the rest of you. “All I was saying was that why are you so upset about your nose when you have so much more to worry about? I mean,” you wheezed out a giggle at how the expression on his face changed, “I mean, you have twice as many eyes as you do noses and you’re acting like your nose is your biggest problem. What’s up with that?”

“What?”

“And don’t even get me started on your ears.”

You and Buggy stared at each other in silence. The whole ship seemed to be holding a collective breath. Your smile settled into a closed mouthed, triumphant smirk, and when he looked at you like he was trying to read another language, you wiggled your eyebrows. Then, just when you thought he was going to throw you overboard after all, a smile broke through the clown’s determinedly fierce looking scowl and you two started to laugh together.

He released his grip on your collar, smoothed down your shirt, and slung an arm over your shoulder. “You’re not half bad, princess.” He started to lead you away from your crew. “You know, I’m feeling generous.” He looked to his crew, “Take the loot, take whatever you want, but they get to live. Go crazy. Let’s give them some stories to take back to port about Captain Buggy and his dastardly crew.”

He waited for the chaos and carnage to start before looking back to you. “Have you ever thought about running away with the circus? Because do I have an offer for you…”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Oh no! Is sun okay?

define "okay"

[shinegguk]

„Would someone who hates you, do this Love?“

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, dirty talk, smut/comfort/angst (basically a mix of everything), p in v, oral and fingering(f receiving), bathroom/mirror sex, foul language/cursing, fem!reader, Leon kind of dominant(?), kinda enemies to lovers

Authors Note: never thought this would be long tbh.. anyways have fun reading and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS +18

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The way she walked down the hallways of the building, the way her eyes were shining like polished glass and the way her smile lights up the whole room-

Leon was ripped out of his thoughts when another agent tapped on his shoulder to gain his attention. He blinked a few times and turned to look at the man beside him.

„Sorry to interrupt but-„

Leon wasn’t listening at this point. He had her and only on his mind. Everything else didn’t deserve his attention. While he was mindlessly talking to the agent, you were walking into the break room, smiling in accomplishment as you felt good after a good training session with your new coach in combat training.

After Krauser left, you never knew where it was written in the stars where he left off, the training was way more chilling than ever. You liked the coach, he knew what he was doing and when it was the time to stop. You liked that.

As you grabbed a cold cup of water from the water fountain, your eyes were pulled onto Leon. You looked at him, a blush rose onto your cheeks and you weren’t sure if it was from hate or if you were fluttered.

You and Leon had a complicated situationship since you were transferred to the agent company in order by the president. You both never had a good start. At least thats what you thought. Leon was mesmerized by you. He lived for your smile, he loves the way you laugh, the way you are so kind to everyone - except to him.

He never knew what caused you to be so mean to him, he was struggling to not just pull you into the nearest empty space, bend you over and and fuck the most out of you until you liked him. He was so, so much struggling.

As Leon and you held eye contact, the world for the both of you stopped. You couldn’t read the expression on his face, you just interpreted something. And that something was disgust.

You thought he didn’t liked you, so you don’t like him too. But that doesn’t mean you find him attractive. The way his eyes were so beautiful, the way he was so protective over this teammates on missions, the way his body was so appealing. You had your thoughts about him, some horny ones.

It was just sad none of you had the balls to confess it.

You sighed, shook off your thoughts and took the cold cup, emptying it on the spot. You threw the used cup away, aiming your way to the next shower room.

The warm water was cooling for your burning hot body, it was refreshing and the tense muscles were finally relaxing. You closed your eyes for a moment, let the water fall down to your face. After some time just standing under the flowing water, you finished showering.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you made your way out of the shower and almost had a heart attack when you saw Leon leaning against the cool wall with his arms crossed and looking down.

„What the fuck? Get out!“, you screeched and grabbed onto the towel. Leon slowly lifted his head, looking at you with yet again an unreadable expression.

His ice blue eyes pierced through yours, goosebumps forming on your arms, legs, everywhere. You gulped, suddenly you feel so small under his stare.

„You know, I was wondering..“, he was balancing back on his feet and took a few steps forward to you. You stood still, observing his every step he takes to you.

„What?“, you asked, not knowing what he meant or was about to say. You really didn’t, thats also probably why your legs feel like jelly, and your heart was beating like crazy.

„Why do you hate me?“, he was straight forward, wasting no time. He looked directly into your eyes.

„Because you hate me. Feelings are mutual.“

He scoffed. Did you say something wrong?

„Why the fuck would I hate you?“, he asked. Now you felt dumb. You assumed something that was never the case.

„I-I..“, you couldn’t find the words, they were lost like your mind was. He smirked and took more steps forward, his breath so close to your face as he bends down to your height.

„What? You had such a bad mouth when we were talking and now? What happened to that?“, he was looking up and down on you, trying to find your weak spot.

Did you mind that? Hell no. You were somehow growing very attracted by that.

You didn’t know where else to look either. Your eyes jumping from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest-

He caught up on that.

He carefully grabbed your chin, lifting your head to meet your eyes with his. „Eyes are up here, love.“

Love. That nickname was making you weak.

He caught up on that too.

„Oh? So you like being called love?“

You whimpered, you do really like being called love. You felt the butterflies going crazy in your stomach and a funny feeling was developing in your lower area. You were getting wet. You rubbed your thighs together to feel at least some friction.

His smirk grew. He had an affect on you. Or maybe he didn’t and your body just wanted to feel the thrill.

„Just to get that clear. You assumed I hated you just because you thought that by the way I looked at you? And you never had the idea to just come up and ask? Silly girl.“, he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You squirmed under his soft touch on your face.

„Would someone who hates you, do this?“

He pressed his lips against yours, still keeping his hand under your chin as the other wrapped around your waist. You were a little caught off guard but that didn’t changed the fact that you wanted more now. So you pressed yourself closer to his body.

His tongue asked for permission to enter from your lips, your lips were inviting. The sloppy kissing went on, until you felt the bulge from his erection on your lower stomach.

Your lips parted and you both were breathing heavily. You bit your lip as you felt his hand wandering from your lower back to the squish of your butt, grabbing it through the towel that was still wrapped around your body.

„The things I would do to you, it’s killing me.“, he breathed out. Your heart was hammering in your body and the anticipation was rising. You both wanted it, so why not now?

„Then do it.“, you said. He wasted no time, pulling the towel off your body and lifted you up, placing you down on the cold white sink. You hissed at the short sensation but that quickly vanished.

He placed a few wet kisses on your lips before moves on to your neck, collarbone down your stomach to your now exposed core. Your face grew red, you bit your lip harder as his finger drew over your clit to your wet folds. You were sensitive and he took advantage of that.

He spread your legs and angled one onto the sink while the other leg went over his shoulder, giving him enough excess to give you something he dreamed of.

Placing soft kisses onto your inner thighs, he moves closer and you felt his hot breath down there. He placed a kiss onto your pearl and his tongue began to taste you.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, supporting your body by your arms on the sink. Your moaning was music to his ears and he wanted more. He inserted his index finger first and felt you clenching around his finger, soon enough he added a second finder and slowly began to move them.

„Oh-„, you placed your hand on your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out your mouth. But Leon wanted to hear them. He stopped pumping his fingers and tasting you, glaring at you.

„Move that hand away and do not dare to be quiet. Let me hear you, Love.“

That was enough for you to let out yet another whimper and Leon continued to taste your pussy and please you. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, grabbing his hair, your breathing increased and your legs started shaking as you let out the most pornographic moan.

Leon helped you to ride out your high, and licked his lips covered in your arousal. He grabbed you by your chin and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself.

When he pulled away, he took off his shirt showing his toned abs and not a second later his cargo pants were on the floor by his feet. He was now in only his underwear but you could the the bulge and the wet spot.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you down from the sink, turned you around and now you faced the mirror. He bend you over and lifted one of your legs, placing it onto the sink. You eyed him through the mirror as he massaged the squish of your butt before placing one finger inside your wet pussy.

You groaned in emptiness as he moved his finger out and Leon chuckled.

„don’t worry, love, you will feel my cock in just a second.“, he kept his promise and ripped down his underwear, giving his cock a few pumps before he positioned it in front of your entrance.

He gave you a quick look through the mirror and slid into your wet core. Your mouth flew open, grabbing onto the sink edge as you adjusted to his length.

„F-fuck, Love, you’re tight.“, he groaned and grabbed onto your hips, starting to move slow and passionate.

„Oh, god..“, you breathed out and you felt him brimming you to the bone. He was fitting perfectly in you and his hands were made to fit on your waist. He picked up his pace, the shower room was now filled with skin slapping and hot breaths.

His hand traced your back up to your hair, which he grabbed and pulled you backwards, back arched as he pounded into you merciless. Sweat pearls were forming on his fore head, his hot body meeting yours.

What the most thrilling part was, anyone could come in and see the mess Leon made with you. A beautiful mess in his opinion.

The knot in your stomach was tightening again.

„I‘m close.. fuck..“, you moaned out and god know what words came out of your mouth next. You were cock-drunk and your mind was foggy.

„Hold on, love, we are almost there.“

The mirror was fogging up, your sight was now blurry and Leon felt his high coming too, so, he took his last strength and pounded harder into you. His hand found his way to your clit and started circling it with his fingers.

„Cum for me, love.“

Mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs starting to shake for a second time, you and Leon both chased the high. Your arousal was dripping to the floor, covering your and Leons tights.

He pulled out of you, the both of you were catching breaths. He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades, smiling to himself.

„You did so good for me, love.“

There they were again. The butterflies.

You weakly smiled and turned to look at Leon. He gave you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. He bends down to grab the towel he ripped of you, placing it beside you.

He turned you around to face him, placing his hands on your waist and places yet another kiss on your forehead.

His actions spoke more than enough. He was in love with you, and so were you.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine chirping back at legacy like when you meow back at a cat and he gets all happy and giddy, even if it makes no sense in his language but like you're trying! so he's happy :)))

i adore the idea of making sounds and noises back at each other because it sounds like something i would definitely do :D

the first time it happens you barely even notice- Foul Legacy's curled around you on the couch as you flip through some work, peeking over your shoulder and letting out curious chitters at the handwriting scrawled across the papers, and without even thinking you mimic one of his chirps in response. Legacy stills, going completely silent before ecstatic coos and warbles begin to slip from his throat, his lilac fur poofing up and rustling as he insistently nudges his head into your hands. he nips and nibbles at your fingers, letting out similar chirps of his own until you mimic him again and he squeaks with delight, his sparkling wings fluttering happily

you make a habit of mimicking Legacy's sounds, to the point where he'll often come over and gently nudge you until you give him your version of a trill, chittering and joyfully spinning you around afterwards. he'll attempt to teach you his favorite phrases, flowing strings of chirps and coos and rumbles that he painstakingly writes the meanings of down, so you can know exactly what you're saying. there's also a collection of sounds that he's secretly dubbed as your personal words, keeping a keen ear out for differences in your mood and behavior so he knows precisely when you need to be pulled into a hug and cuddled for the day. eventually Legacy begins to mimic your chirping noises back to you, and he merely shrugs when you curiously ask what it means- technically, it means nothing, but since you said it, it means everything to him