#imagine exposing your own simping like that

[becca-e-barnes]

My fyp has been inundated with videos of a beautifully dishevelled Matty Healy and it's giving me so many submissive CEO vibes 🙈

Because I can't stop thinking about leaning against the edge of CEO!Bucky's desk, maybe after or during the office Christmas party.

You're still fully dressed, cradling the glass of white wine you brought up from the party downstairs and feeling pretty well put together compared to the man in front of you. Your blouse has lost its top button but that's nothing compared to how Bucky looks.

Bucky's white shirt is entirely undone, his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows and his shirt is untucked from the waistband of his black dress trousers.

Not only that, he's kneeling on the plush carpet in front of you, between your slightly spread legs, desperate for some relief.

You've teased him relentlessly tonight. You know you have. You've sent him photos and filthy messages, promising what he already knows; that you're soaking wet and looking forward to getting him alone.

But now you've got him alone and you're not ready to give in just yet. He sounds so sweet when he begs and no one begs like he does. He's already dropped to his knees, intent on worshipping every inch of skin he has access to until you grant him permission to kiss further and right now, that's the expanse of skin between your ankle and the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Baby..." He whispers, holding one of your ankles in his hands while he charts a course of open mouthed kisses over your skin. "You're fucking relentless."

You can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He knows exactly how to make you feel sexy and confident and it's dizzying.

"You didn't tell me to stop." Your fingers drift through his hair and for a brief second, his lips pull away from your skin.

"Why the fuck would I tell you to stop?" That thought hadn't crossed his mind. Despite the risk and his own frustration, he never considered asking you for less. He only ever wanted more.

"You got yourself all worked up. You were so horny and pathetic you couldn't even focus on small talk." While he resumes his worship of your right leg, you press the pointed toe of your left shoe to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.

"Don't ever stop. Please." He whispers, his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to give into his own need to grind against the sole of your shoe.

You chuckle, pressing a little harder, earning you a groan from the man you're ruining. "Do you hear yourself? You're a stupid little mess and it's fucking embarrassing." It only takes you a second to hike your skirt up, pressing your own panties to the side and his eyes are now fixed on your soaking wet sex.

"Don't get excited." You chastise. "I'm going to play and you're going to watch. If you're well behaved, I'll let you fuck yourself stupid in me but only if I think you deserve it." Two of your fingers drift over your glistening cunt, teasing your clit before sinking into your fluttering entrance.

The quiet, slick sounds of your arousal are almost too much for Bucky but he's even more overwhelmed when your press your wet fingertips to his plump bottom lip. Despite what he needs, he doesn't lick his lip immediately; he knows better than to do that.

"Good boy." You hum your approval once you're satisfied he's waited long enough. God, you feel powerful like this, watching someone so influential and composed come apart under the sole of your shoe.

[feral4daryl]

masterlist || MDNI

sweet scent.

perv!daryl x fem!reader

summary: while looking for his crossbow around the house, daryl ends up finding a pile of your dirty clothes and... used panties of yours. and when no one's looking, he decides to have some fun with them.

warnings: EXTREME AGE GAP (daryl is in his late 30s/early 40s and reader is 18), not entirely proofread, smut, mean!daryl sort of, corruption kink, daryl being an absolute pervert, panties sniffing, daddy kink, masturbation, cussing, daryl imagining himself doing the dirtiest things to you (unprotected p-in-v, squirting, face fucking, praising, loss of virginity, cunnilingus and i think that's pretty much it)

word count: 2.8k

a/n: please proceed with caution, this piece of work portrays a few extreme or unusual fetishes, so if you're not comfortable with any of those i've listed above please do not ready this. the idea that inspired this work originally belongs to @dilfsandmartinis.

if there was something daryl absolutely hated, it was the feeling of uselessness.

since andrea had mistaken him for a walker and shot him from afar, grazing his head, useless was exactly how he felt, having to lay down on a bed the whole day and night, doing absolutely nothing but be left alone with his own thoughts. and oh, what a disgraceful fate.

everytime he wasn't focused on hunting, fighting or surviving in general, the farmer's sweet younger daughter flooded his mind. your hair, your face, your stupidly adorable sundresses, everything about you was so... distracting.

daryl wasn't ever the kind of guy to simp for a woman, but that one specific girl made him feel emotions and sensations that were hidden deep within his being for years, maybe even decades. feelings he thought had vanished from his heart a long time ago were now blooming all over again, like he was some stupid teenager looking at a playboy magazine for the first time.

there was something about your innocence, your adorable mannerisms, your sweet voice and your kindness that had awakened something in him, something he wasn't quite sure what it was.

no, he wasn't exactly a young man. and while being aware that you were very young, he couldn't help but feel so guilty for having those feelings. whenever you bended over to pick something up, he had to fight demons not to have a glimpse of your panties. he often wondered how could you be so careless by exposing yourself like that, even if you didn't do it on purpose.

and there was him again, thinking about you. it's like no matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts away, they were like water, always finding a way in.

he huffed, feeling defeated. he knew he was still recovering from the incident, and that he should rest, but why was he following orders around anyways? he wasn't a damn puppy. plus, everybody else had left him there to go looking for sophia. he wanted to be able to help too. he was alive after all, and if he was alive, he believed he should be on his feet.

so that's what he did. he slowly lifted his right foot, resting it on the floor, then he did the same with his left one. his body reluctantly lifted itself up, and he immediately could feel the consequences for laying down for so long, his back killing him and his vision a bit foggy. anyways, he ignored any discomfort and started walking slowly, his head still a little dizzy.

then, he remembered he needed his trustworthy crossbow, he couldn't just leave unprotected like that. he looked around the room he was settled in but it was nowhere to be seen. he knew it was still in the house, so he left the room. he started walking down the corridor, his eyes attentively looking for any signs of his crossbow. he was even starting to think that his mates might've hidden it to force him to stay in the house when he spotted a halfway open door.

his calloused hands pulled it open, revealing a small bedroom, all pink themed and stupidly decorated. no, his crossbow wasn't likely to be there, it just looked like it belonged to one of hershel's daughters, but it was like something was calling him in.

he stepped in the room and it almost looked messy. the dressing table on the corner had lipsticks, combs, all sorts of make-up and girly stuff all piled up and... a perfume.

it was happening again, images of you flooded his mind and it was like he could almost smell you. oh, your sweet scent had the power to make him hard like nothing else. just by looking at that small bottle, just by imagining your scent, he could feel little shock waves travelling all the way down to his cock, threatening to awaken it.

he knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong thinking about a much younger girl like that. and it was even worse considering that you were the daughter of the man that provided him shelter in such difficult times. it felt ungrateful.

when he saw you for the first time, he didn't think much of you. he was actually careful, treating you like the stranger you were. and even when time passed, he never really got close to you. now and then you tried to share a word, even if just a little bit, but it seemed useless since he would reject all your attempted approaches. he didn't hate you like he tried to after acknowledging his disgusting desires for you, but he just couldn't allow himself to interact with a girl that made him sick to his stomach for all the wrong reasons.

your sweetness was almost annoying. the entire world had gone to shit, for goodness sake! dead bodies walking around and eating all the people they could find. how could you act so clueless all the time? daryl even wondered if you had ever seen a walker before, if you knew what was really happening out there. after all, it was very obvious that you were a daddy's girl, always protected under your father's wing.

but strangely enough, acknowledging that only made him protective towards you. he was always somewhat watching, always around you making sure you were safe and he barely knew why, he just felt like he should.

so he didn't stop himself from reaching over to your small perfume bottle. the design was very simple, no labels to be seen, time had probably faded it away. the cap was baby pink and heart shaped, and when he removed it, he immediately brought the bottle to his nose, giving it a gentle sniff.

fuck.

now, he was 100% sure that was your room. the fragrance was the same one that filled his nose and made him drunk in you everytime you walked by. he wondered if that was the scent he would feel if he ever hugged you, burying his face into your chest.

in that moment, he couldn't think about anything else, not rick, not carol, not his chores, not surviving, not even sophia. you were everything that he had in his fucked up mind.

he wouldn't feel so fucking guilty if his thoughts were only about your innocence and sweetness, but they were also dirty as fuck. countless were the times when daryl imagined groping you, running his hands all over your delicate body, feeling every texture, squeezing every junk and listening close to your every little whimper. he would pull your hair, gently at first, just to get it off your face and neck so he could pamper them with little wet kisses, gently scratching his teeth along them. he imagined he'd have to keep you on your feet himself, since you'd struggle to because of how weak your knees would get at all the sensations he would provide you and...

wait, no.

what was he thinking? was he out his fucking mind? he needed to stop those absolutely disgusting thoughts right away. he couldn't keep having those thoughts about you, not when you're out taking care of such important business with the others. he put the perfume bottle back on the dressing table, determined to let all that go. he knew he couldn't just let himself get so distracted like that over something so mundane and unimportant as his own sexual desires but then...

...he spotted a basket filled with clothes when he turned around to leave. his mind immediately started to rush all over again, and for the 100th time that day, he turned careless. he slowly approached it. shorts, tops, pants and so on could be seen at the top of the pile.

in that moment, he had totally forgot why he had entered that bedroom or even left his bed in the first place. he couldn't even remember the existence of his crossbow or his duties.

and then... he gets an idea. he starts going through the pile of dirty clothes and in no time, he finds your panties. they were white with a pink ribbon on the front, a clear reminder of your innocence. for a moment, he just looks at it, contemplating the possibilities. then, he remembers seeing you in it when you bended over to pick some off the floor the day before. he remembers catching a glimpse of it under your yellow sundress when you went to change his bandage.

that meant that those panties had been freshly worn.

if just your perfume ignited such vile desires in him, he couldn't even imagine what your natural scent could do to him. and he was oh so curious to find out. he still felt guilty, but that man had been sex deprived for so fucking long, he didn't even masturbate very often. he knew damn well he was about to commit a big mistake, maybe even starting something he was sure he couldn't finish, but he finally made up his mind.

he flips the small piece of cloth over, eyeing the soft-looking lining of the panties. he gulps, feeling his mouth water right away. god, what was he doing? what was right, what was wrong wasn't even important to him anymore. he just wanted to embrace his sickness.

there was a small stain on the lining, probably from you wearing it. just that sight alone was enough to get him off, and once again, he found himself having to face that tingling sensation inside his pants. he knew damn well what that meant and what was about to happen. but honestly, he couldn't give a single fuck anymore.

in one quick motion, he brought the fabric to his face, giving a long sniff while he rolled his eyes to the back of his head. that fucking scent of yours got him drunk the moment it filled his nostrils. so intense, so feminine and raw, daryl couldn't remember the last time he felt that type of pleasure, or if he had even felt anything like it before.

it made him needy like a horny teenager. he felt himself going back to puberty when all he could think about was jacking off day and night. and it was all your fucking fault.

daryl palmed himself through his denim pants, never taking your panties off his face not even for one second. the natural scent of your cunt was more than successful to make him hard as a rock, the sensation of being in his pants started to get uncomfortable as his dick grew bigger and bigger.

just palming himself wasn't enough.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, inserting one of his hand in his briefs to catch his hard cock in it, freeing it for the first time in a while. his angry-red tip was literally pulsating while a clear and sticky liquid dropped down his length.

he wasn't able to hold a small grunt as he wrapped his calloused hand around his cock, the rough sensation of his fingers causing him to feel a jolt of pleasure so fucking delicious and guilty at the same time. the archer brought his hand to his mouth, catching some of his saliva to use as lube.

oh, how he wished you were there. he'd make sure you'd get his cock nice and wet with your spit so you could rub it up and down. and then, without warnings, he'd just shove it down your throat, forcing you to prove how much of a good girl you could be just for him.

and just for him. he wanted you all for his own. daryl never really liked to share, specially when it came to a girl like you, so princess like, so adorable looking. your plump lips looked so fucking perfect, and they would look even more wrapped around his big cock.

knowing how fragile you were, he knew you would definitely choke and gag on him, struggling to fit all of him in your mouth. he would whisper sweet encouragement words to you like “tha's it, tha's ma good girl”. he imagined how he would hold your head in place and keep a hand on your throat so he could feel his cock while he aggressively pumped it in and out, making you drool all over him. “just like tha', yeah, show daddy how fuckin' good ya are fer him”.

in his imagination, you would look up at him with those big doe eyes of yours, with a mix of uncertainty and desire to make him proud. “am i doing this right, daddy?” he could almost hear your voice saying it whenever you would take him off his mouth to catch your breath for a moment, never disconnecting your small hand from his thick length.

he started pumping faster, squelching sounds were all that could be heard in that silent room, a proof of his degeneracy. the grunts and stifled moans were only getting harder and harder to hold back. he was sticking those panties to his face and sniffing on them like his life depended on it, like he was a desperate virgin.

a virgin. he wondered if you were one. you sure looked like it, your dad never let you out of sight for long enough for you to try something like that, he supposed from what he knew about your relationship. he imagined how would it feel like to be the one to pop your cherry for the first time.

oh, he would teach you so many things, everything he knows. he would guide you through it all along, teaching you where to touch, where to kiss, where to lick. he would make your virgin little cunny cum so many times it would get all puffy and red. he even wondered if he could make you squirt, stuffing you with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot over and over again until you were a quivering mess, squirting all over his skull tattoo. and yes, he would make you lick his fingers clean, your sweet little tongue dragging across them, and then, he would kneel down in front of you, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet release, attacking your sensitive clit and slit with his lips and tongue.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

he was so fucking eager to taste your slick, to revel in your salty taste. he imagined how fucking good the smell he was getting from your panties was from the actual source. he would lick it all, your lips, your slit, even your ass, but he would give special attention to your little clit, flicking his tongue on it, making it cum again just for him. he would never grow tired of it.

and when he felt you were finally ready for him, he would bend you over just like you used to do so absentmindedly. he would be gentle at first, but knowing himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for too long before absolutely railing the shit out of you, making you cry out and scream his name in pleasure and pain.

and when he flipped you over on your back, he would be able to see the bulge on your lower belly caused by his big cock inside you. just by imagining that he felt himself getting close to the edge. he would press his hand on it, making the little room inside your pussy even tighter. fuck, he imagined the sweet sounds you would make just for him.

all those dirty thoughts and your sweet scent from your panties were more than enough to make shivers run down his spine and his whole body tremble. he kept his eyes shut tight as he licked a stripe on the lining of your panties, trying to get some of your delicious taste. meanwhile, he hadn't stopped his hands not even for a second, harshly rubbing his cock up and down until it was too much.

in a strangled moan, his cock started shooting spurt after spurt of thick cum onto the floor, the dressing table and pretty much anything that was around. he couldn't remember the last time he had such an intense orgasm, the sensation making his mind completely empty except for your image.

his movements got slower until they stopped and he let go of his now sensitive cock. he sighed after catching his breath. he was left with that afterglow and the feeling that he made a huge mistake. suddenly, he felt dirty like before. he opened his eyes slowly, removing your panties from his face and putting them in his pockets. yeah, he knew it was wrong, but he was still planning to keep them for later.

then, when he averted his gaze to the mirror on his side, he saw...

you. standing on the doorframe with a shocked look on your face.

“u-uncle daryl?”

[PART TWO]

a/n: i know, i'm disgusting. i'm sorry. (just a quick reminder, english isn't my first language, so please excuse any grammar mistakes or awkward phrasing lmao, and tysm if you read it this far)

[rae-writes]

An Angel...

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon)

wc : 1.k

warnings : simping bois, humor, some sprinkled suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you (though that’s nothing new)

a/n : this audio scratches an itch in my brain and I needed to do something with it

angel ver. 

<Asmodeus> GUYS!!!  YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!!!! NOW!!!!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Casually clicking on the video file, his interest peaked immediately when he saw you. Clad in your RAD uniform, you were positioned in frame a couple steps back. 

“Who are you?” 

He watched you slowly stalk forward with a smile on your face; it was both reassuring and off putting. Only someone like him would be able to notice. 

“An angel…”

You held out your hand towards the camera gently, as if beckoning someone closer. 

“What’s your name?”

The transition was fast— smooth. In an instant, your hand came up and grabbed the phone, like you were choking someone, causing the frame to shake. 

“Satan.”

Once the shaking transition stopped, with your hand still in its previous position, his mouth dropped. You had completely transformed yourself into what he assumed is your version of their demon form. 

Realistic black sheep horns protruded from your head, curling backwards around your ear and ending at your middle jaw. There were light purple extensions added here and there, blending with your hair perfectly. Your free hand had come up to splay over your malicious grin- showing off the fangs you’d added and the sharpness of your new nails. The outfit you wore was revealing- black with shiny accents and shiner jewelry - easily showing the intricate marks you’d drawn over the exposed skin. 

[8 people saved a video attachment] 

Lucifer

His stupidly handsome face forms the most obnoxious smug smirk imaginable 

Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely flustered. On the inside. 

On the outside though, he radiated pride and smugness 

Like ‘yeah. That’s my Mc. mine. Eat it.’ 

Not that he would ever speak those words. Totally not

Was he also slightly bugged that Asmo seemed to be the only one who had access to this video? Sure. 

Was he gonna make sure his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos deleted this from everything they owned? Of course. 

But first, he’s gotta get you to dress up like that for him in person 

Mammon

Mans was astonished. Eyebrows had shot through the heavens, mouth was dropped down to sea floor level, cheeks were a blazing inferno— he was in awe 

First thought : ‘HELL YEAH, MC, YA LOOK HOT!’ 

Second thought : ‘WAIT HOLD UP, THE OTHERS ARE SEEIN THIS TOO-‘ 

Really though, Mammon is just so in awe at how gorgeous you looked 

especially in that gold he knows he bought you

Immediately takes a screenshot of you in that getup and makes it his home screen wallpaper

Then he texts you, begging demanding you dress up like that again because he wants to make videos with you in his demon form too!

I mean, if he doesn’t get to have his hands all over you and his mouth on you like that, how will anyone get the message you’re only for him?

Levi

Someone call the equivalent of 911 for the Devildom, Levi might just be coding 

Actually- don’t even worry about it, he’s just a big puddle on the floor! No worries! 

He. Is. FLUSTERED! Flustered doesn’t even begin to cover it really- 

Levi can't breathe, can’t talk, can’t even wave his hands around frantically to express his lost words

Irl version of a windows restart. 

But as soon as he does reboot, he’s doing his best impression of Oprah into his pillow with how high pitched he’s screaming 

Would love to take a picture with you in that outfit while he’s in his demon form or have you sit on him 

He’ll send you a bunch of emojis in show of his approval but his normal skin tone still isn’t visible under the blush for hours

Satan

Smug as fuck about the audio itself. Definitely silently bragging

Aside from that, Satan is absolutely willing to kneel for you in that outfit 

He’s studied with you on seductive speechcraft but this? He was not ready

Has to take a minute to get his bearings together and to wipe that blush off his face

Satan’s actually pretty speechless for a good 30 minutes 

Not that he’d let you know. He will, however, be telling you how fucking good you looked

Wants to ask if you’ll walk around town with him in his demon form too so everyone can see 

Power couple ™— Take that Lucifer 

Asmo

Azzy is on his knees in an instant- pliant and ready for you to fucking step all over him 

The moment he saw the video he was liking, favoriting, commenting, saving, sharing- everything 

He’d suggested something similar for you to do in the past but you just. 

You went light years beyond what he was expecting the outcome to be and he is here for it 

#1 supporter and immediately is coming up with different- sexier -outfits for you to wear

Will ask, beg if he has to, if you’d come have a photo shoot with him (surprisingly he mainly wants to take photos of just you) 

Admitting to anyone who listens that your beauty is absolutely on par with his 

On his way to your room right this instant- but only after he shares the video with the others 

Beel

Choked. 

You’d think he hadn’t ate in years with how much he was drooling but no

He was just looking at you in that outfit. Which he thought was amazing. 

You are easily the most delicious thing he’s ever laid eyes on (“Gorgeous too…”) and he can’t wait to tell you to your face 

Wonders if you’d have a tail or wings if you really did have a demon form 

Wants to ask Diavolo if there’s magic to make you a real, temporary demon form to find out

Please come to one of his Fangol games dressed like that. He’d promise to win for the rest of the season- and succeed

Overall flustered with his cute blush present, but unlike Satan or Levi, he doesn’t mind showing you 

Belphie

Two words : “holy. fuck.” or alternatively : “fuck. me.”

He is sprinting- yes, sprinting- throughout the fucking house and barreling straight through your door

On his knees faster than Asmo was and is ready at light speed to crawl at your feet and wrap his arms around your leg 

All of his usual curt expressions are thrown out the window without a care in the world

No pure thoughts behind those doe eyes. Not a single one. 

Convinces you to let him take a picture from underneath you while you’re choking him to put as his lock screen because he needed it

Will not be letting you go for the next 24 hours or longer

Fakes innocence like a pro when the others accuse him of hogging you to himself (“they are mine” he snips, even though you have the metaphorical leash right now)

Barbatos 

Mmmmmm, the silent simping is strong in this one

He was simultaneously so fucking ready and so very much not ready for that

Does not know what to do with himself for the next 2-7 business days

Had to put down shit he was cleaning multiple times before he broke something (because you actually broke him)

Straight up doesn’t even ask to show up in your room this time, he just does and immediately beelines to shove his face into your neck 

No, his ears are not red. I believe you might be color blind Mc…

Won’t outright admit how badly you affected him- he just lets out a small ‘you look lovely’ like yeah, Barb? Just lovely? 

Please wear this to the next formal event you attend to watch him lose his cool for split second intervals all night

Diavolo 

If he didn’t have millennia of training on composure, he’d been screaming as loud as Levi 

Instead he settles for slamming his hand on his desk like that meme Asmo showed him 

Concerning his butler a bit, but Diavolo is a proud simp- he ADMITS it

Please come sit on him. Let HIM sit on YOU, for all he cares

You look so good?? What the fuck?? Marry him?? (<<exact texts he sends you)

Tries to find ways to give you a real demon form before getting scolded

Volunteers whole heartedly to let Asmo take pictures of both of you while you’re dressed like that

Ring, ring, Lucifer, he’s coming over ASAP, don’t be alarmed when he shows up at the door

Bonus : 

Solomon

Fuck this man is so down bad for you

I mean, he knew that before but this is just something else, Mc, what have you done to him? 

Knows you’re still human but god does he crave having your pact mark seared into his body (it’s a guilty pleasure of his)

Maybe you’ll just create one and tattoo it on anyway

No second thoughts, teleports to your room immediately to yank you into a kiss

Door is locked- Solomon refuses to let the brothers snatch you away from him rn

Please get on top of him and show him how real your fake fangs and nails feel

Will actually beg without a fight

Simeon

Thinks he should not find this as attractive as he does but the heat flooding through his body disagrees

Gets so hot and flustered, it would be concerning if he wasn’t an actual angel 

Drinks a whole ass cup of water in less than 2 seconds 

Personification of ‘hold my mf halo’ as he makes his way to your place once he calms down a bit

Yes, he’ll take pictures with you with his wings on display and yes, he may or may not be into this (and if you start a little roleplay with him? He’s ascending.)

Don’t tease and make fun of him, he can’t help it! He’s not trying to blush- though he isn’t trying to hide it either

Lies through his teeth without hesitation when he gets questioned about the faint lines on his shoulders 

Heaven’s filthiest angel, on brand

[sant-riley]

[ More task force 141 × OFC! reader headcanons] [pt2]

A/N: thank yall so much for all the love on the last hcs!! I hope these live up to yalls expectations <3 please tell me which ones are yalls favorites <3!!!

CW: She/her pronouns, Codename is Teddy, Simping, crude humor, Age gaps, cursing, British slander (if I miss anything, let me know!)

If you dye your hair, Ghost helps you dye it when y'all go on extended leave. The military doesn't allow unnatural colors so when you have a few weeks to a couple of months, he'll be the one to ask. "Cm'ere, I got the bleach already."

The guys like to go with her when/if she gets tattooed. Do they know what she's getting inked? Nope, but they like to keep her company and will go get her food if needed.

Teddy vocal stims,, alot. She has picked up on "Fuckin' hell" and it has yet to leave her brain and Ghost just stares in amusement. You can hear her echo it back to them once he says it on a mission.

Teddy is her codename but her nicknames vary from who's talking about her!

Ghost: Ted, Teds, Sweetheart, Runt

Soap: Bonnie, Rascal, Barra, Lass

Price: Rookie, Dear

Gaz: Love, Darling, Hun

They get on her ASS for being an American. They will poke fun at her every fucking chance esp if she speaks in slang.

Price shakes his head and tries to teach her the "proper" way of speaking but all she does is mock the accent. He has since given up.

The first time they see her off duty, it's shock. She looks so different when she's not in uniform, (if you have it: dyed hair, makeup) her normal civilian clothes. Soap is almost convinced it's not Teddy until she smacks him upside the head and calls him an asshole.

Being the first one to see Ghosts face because you're having a breakdown about all the murder and bullshit you've gone through, crying profusely and no one knows how to help bc everyone just shoves it down and represses it.

He trusts you, he knows he does so it doesn't take him much to take you into a secluded room and expose himself. He will say that seeing you silently stare up at him with awe made his feelings grow for you. He will not, but his heart definitely would.

Soap actively teaching you how to curse in Gaelic bc he thinks it's funny with your accent. Too bad you can barely understand when he tries teaching you so you're just kinda staring at him dead eyed.

Soap plays with your hair, alot. It soothes him to run his fingers through it or simply to yank it bc he's a little dickhead. He's the kind of person who'd let your hair routine and learn how to help you take care of it.

Ghost and Price straight up rustle your hair and thinks it's funny when you shove their hand away and get all huffy lmfao.

HELPING SOAP SHAVE HIS MOHAWK, there's no barber on base so you're the next best thing he has. Many of the team have walked in with Soap sitting between your legs bc he's way too fucking tall for you to cut his hair comfortably. Ghost walking in with you holding a razor to Soap's neck and just turning around and walking out immediately.

Price has given you a cigar to smoke, he knows for a damn fact you cannot handle it and laughs his ass off when you sputter. Top 10 favorite moments of his.

Gaz likes to give you British foods to try, he knows for a damn fact you will not like it.

"C'mon love, just one bite?" "I am not fucking eating beans on toast, you're insane." "It's a good meal!"

He gets so fucking mad when yall go to Las Almas and you devour the food there. Literally pouts bc he sees you with Alejandro and Rudy eating food and laughing together.

You play video games alot when on leave, please imagine trying to teach Ghost on the newer games that are out now. You make fun of him calling him an old man but he actually fucking wins potg/apex most of the time and looks at you smug as hell.

No one knows why you're called Teddy, so they all make up their own stories but you neither confirm nor deny. Soap says it's bc you're cuddly and cute like a teddy bear while Ghost says its bc you can maim someone like one. Duality of man.

Speaking of cuddling, it's not uncommon to have to huddle for warmth on missions. They all manhandle you to them and they all slightly do it differently.

Ghost sits you front to front with your chests touching While he sits up, arms around your waist with him playing with his knife, staring past your head and at the wall.

Price presses you into his side, a arm wrapped around your shoulders as he tells you stories about missions gone wrong, the smell of cigar smoke flooding your senses.

Soap also sits you on his lap with your back against his front while he buries his face in your hair. He tells you stories about his childhood and growing up with his mom, he wants yall to meet one day.

Gaz is usually the best prepared and has either a sleeping bag or a blanket, so he wraps it around yall making sure you're more covered than he is and sits close, yalls legs intertwined.

They worry so fucking much about you, you're young and while they have come to love and appreciate you, they can't help but wish you were anywhere else but here risking your life.

"You're too young to be here Kid." "And you weren't?" Ghost has to swallow down how much he wants to scream that he just wants you safe but he knows that's not his place, he isn't your boyfriend or husband.

Alejandro has doubts when everything goes to shit if they can trust you, since he hadn't seen much of you like he had with Ghost and Soap. But then he sees the way they speak about you and how these two burly strong men get a tender look in their eyes. He finds it funny but also feels great respect to you. It is not easy to get task force 141 to care so much about a new member but hey, you did it.

Alejandro takes you out dancing and drinking when you go back to visit Las Almas. He knows how to dance so fucking well and it's always a good time. He always has his hands on your waist and always makes sure you're okay with it. Perfect gentleman 10/10

Now Graves thinks that you're just some stupid kid but realizes quickly that while you can fight your own battles, you never need to. Just one look at Ghost staring daggers into his forehead is enough for him to swallow his tongue less it gets cut out.

Laswell treats you like her own kid, especially when she finds out if you have a bad home life. She always makes sure you're stocked up on necessaties at the base and invites you for lunch along with her wife often. She is the first one you call when you have anything personal to speak of and she is the mother figure you have while on missions.

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[spicyicetea]

Oh. My. God. Your bagel is bag.

OKA Y UHWMBELWBWKFVKDVFJ I LOVE LINK.

Anywayssssss I just thought of like BOTW link, before the calamity. AND I HAVE A CERTAIN SCENARIO IN MIND 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Imagine him and his other soldier buddies seeing you, and his soldier buddies being able to tell that he’s a total simp for you . . . AAAAKWHEKLQKWLEKE

Anyways yeah I thought of this while making churros 💪

Oh and also, yk that whenever I send like scenarios and ideas in here you don’t have to see them as requests, you can also just see them as me sharing my beautiful thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

PS: AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LINK SIDHWKEVLQOQPEJF

Okay, I love the idea that Link is pussy whipped the moment he sets eyes on Y/N. But I want to merge this with an idea I had. Single mother Y/N! This is also gonna turn smutty, I can’t resist.

Warnings: Smut•

BOTW!Link x milf!Y/N

[Link is in his late 20s and Y/N is 25]

Link stared off at a woman walking by the knights he patrolled with. He always had a staring issue with her. Her body moved in a hypnotising way. A wicker basket dangled from her elbow as tiny hands grasped at the fruit she carried within. Her hair flicked wildly in the wind. He knew he shouldn’t look, but her downhill strides caused her heavy bosoms to bounce, his hands flexing at his sides craving to feel their weight.

One of the knights elbowed him in the side, getting his attention.

“Ha?” he muttered.

The knight just smirked and looked past Link to where he was once staring. He whistled and the woman turned and smiled at them. She waved her dainty little hand, oh how soft it looked. Maybe one day he could have that hand intertwined in his own. Kiss the blushed knuckles while sliding a ring onto her finger. That same delicate hand later wrapped around and pumping his-

“Link! She's coming over~” The knight teased, nudging his side.

Link’s eyes widened as he shuffled to hide his... friend, in his trousers with his shield. He couldn't be exposed to her like that yet, it was so indecent. The woman swayed her way over, hips dancing left and right. A dizzying tango catching the breath in his throat as he struggled to swallow his anxieties.

“Hello boys! Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon Miss Y/N! Where are the little scamps?” One of the knights asked.

She giggled, covering her soft, plump lips with her hand as she did. Two kids wormed past her skirt, one crawling through her legs to get through. The small children ran forth and grabbed Link’s tunic with a toothy grin.

“Mr Link, Mr Link! Momma, can we give him the stuff?” The little boy asked, excitedly hoping up and down.

“Hm, I think I have it in my basket,” Y/N rooted through her basket, pulling out an orange loaf of bread. “Here you go.”

The girl grabbed the loaf and giddy held it out to Link. He took it, looking at Y/N, blushing and confused.

“I wanted to thank you for helping b/n and g/n out a few days ago. You saved them from those Chuchus in the forest, so I made you some of my special pumpkin bread.”

Link smiled and took a bite out of the loaf, drooling at the smell alone. The taste was decadent and sweet. He chewed the bread eagerly, quickly going in for a second bite moments later. Y/N chuckled and grabbed his forearm.

“Calm down dear, eat slowly. I don't want you choking,” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder, his face going red as she lent closer, taking a small bite out of the bread he held. “It's not your job to choke, Linky~”

His face flushed bright red as his words caught in his throat. Y/N smiled as she watched the other knights walk away, talking to some civilians. Her tongue traced her lips as she dragged her finger down his arm before pulling it back and nudging his shield to the side. His eyes widened and he gulped, her finger dragging down his chest, resting where his trousers started.

“Y/N...”

“So you can speak Linky! Your voice is so nice,” she smiled. “Are you alright? Am I being too forward? Your friends here told me that you liked me, maybe they assumed wrong.”

She went to pull her hand away but he gripped her wrist tightly, his arm shaking from the panicked motion. He panted while looking at her and she stepped closer, sliding her hand into his trousers. Her finger played with the waistband of his boxers before he pulled her closer with her free hand.

“Please, don't tease me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Oh you're adorable, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. I have been playing with you for a while.”

“What?”

“You haven't noticed? Always giving you “spare” pastries. Unbuttoning my blouse saying it's hot to give you a peek?” Y/N raised a brow leaning closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Link bit his lip as Y/N’s other hand tucked a white cloth into his shirt as her other pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up against his navel. She circled the tip with her finger, smiling innocently at him as the creamy precum coated her finger. He lent further into her touch, biting his lip as the bread dropped from his grip. His shield and bread rest on the ground beside him as they fumbled back against a wall, tall crates hiding them from public view.

Link’s hands grasped her waist as she began pumping his cock in her hand. One of his hands hungrily dove past the waistband of her long skirt and into her underwear. She gasped as his finger prodded at her hole and she stilled her teasing pumps.

“Ah, Link.” She sighed in pleasure.

“Y/N, I can't let you please me and not give you the same treatment. Come on darling, where did that confidence go?” link smirked, flipping the two around so Y/N was pinned to the wall.

He forced his middle finger past her slick folds and onto her tight hole. She whimpered and let her head fall back and rest on the all. Her hand continued pumping on his cock. The tip was red and angry, dribbling precum over her hand. He groaned against her neck as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside her delicate walls. She moaned loudly as her tongue lulled out of her mouth and he bucked his hips into her fist.

“Link!” She squealed, gushing onto his fingers.

He sank his teeth into her neck as she let out a strangled moan. His body caged her in as he continued fucking his cock into her fist, his cum decorating her skirt in white ribbons. Their heavy pants dance in unison as her arm falls limp against her side. Link’s dick goes limp as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy. He goes to wipe his hands off on his shirt but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What's wrong?” Link asked with a concerned face.

Y/N just whined and forced Link's hand towards his lips, pushing his fingers into his mouth. He let out a confused noise but gulped as he watched her slide her cum covered fingers into her mouth. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as he watched her clean her fingers of his cum. He mimicked her, licking her slick from his fingers. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes as quickly as they could.

While fumbling with her buttons, Y/N stepped on the dropped bread. She gasped and stumbled slightly before chuckling.

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to make you some more bread. Maybe you can stop by later?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

He grinned and pulled her in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands rub her sides as she giggles into the kiss, still fixing her clothes. As they part, she uses her basket to hide the white, sticky stains on her skirt. He rushes to fix his collar, pulling the fabric she had tucked into it in the heat of the moment. She gives him and his knight friends a shy wave as she rushes away with her twins excitedly telling her about how cool the knights were.

“What do you have there Link?” One of them asks. “You two were talking for a while...”

Link just stares silently at the lacy bra she had slipped him without him noticing. He bit his lip to hide his excitement before shoving it down his shirt to hide it and turning to the others.

“Oh, we just spoke about her kids... I'm going to give her more...” he growled, watching her hips sway as she left.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, don't worry.” He smiled to himself.

There you go, dude! Hope you enjoyed the sin, my little bagel bite. @rainstops

[banggyu0308]

Chapter 2

summary: you happen to look out your window just as a boy you've never seen before is heading to a pool in the woods.

chapter warnings: kind of suggestive talk, now they're BOTH naked, she really does just simp for him ;-;, not proofread

word count: 1k

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It was a full two weeks until she saw him again, and she had began to think she had imagined him to begin with. After all, no one could possibly be that beautiful. Except her, of course.

But she was proven to be wrong when she looked out the window of the dining table at breakfast. Y/N practically spat out her drink when she saw him, once again heading to the same spot in the pool. Her head spun, and she quickly excused herself from the table. Her footsteps padded along the hallway back to her room.

She had the perfect view from her window, and when he slipped off his shirt she had half a mind to go down to him.

He couldn’t have been just a mortal, how his skin sparkled in the light of the sun. 

She let herself think that. If he wasn’t a mortal, there was no reason for her to leave him alone. Sure, it would be better if he was a god, but a human was worst of all.

Grasping onto this idea, she slid on a thin dress, light pink, and slipped downstairs and out the door. Luckily, her father was distracted by one of the servant girls who was bringing him a freshly cooked turkey.

Y/N ran through the woods to the clearing in the middle, where the pool had been since the very creation of the world.

The boy was still there, sitting in the shallows, lower half covered by the water.

Now that she was here, she had no idea what to do. It had seemed so much easier in her head.

But her foot treaded on a stick and snapped it, and before she knew it the boy’s head turned her way and once again she was breathless. Dizzy, like she’d fall at any moment.

His eyes turned her legs weak. Sure, she’d already seen them and knew they were the deepest of dark brown, but it was completely different when they were locked on hers, observing her like he could look right through her.

It was unnerving.

She lifted her right hand in a wave, suddenly resisting an urge to cover herself. Everything about her felt second-best to this boy, and she was a goddess for goodness sake. Feeling worried about her looks was a mortal thing.

The boy tucked his legs to his chest and smiled at her, tilting his hand and waving back.

He smiled at her. She was going to faint.

When she visually hesitated, unsure of how to continue, he laughed, waving her over. “Come on, I don’t bite.” His eyes narrowed teasingly. “Unless you like that kind of stuff.”

She blushed, heading over to him, trying to stride as confidently as she could. “I might,” she teased back, settling beside him in the spring. The water soaked into her clothes immediately, turning the already sheer fabric even more see-through.

“Yeah? Wanna find out?” The boy’s response made her eyes widen, cheeks growing hot.

“And what are you suggesting?” She replied, trying to keep her cool, fingers digging into the skirt of her dress that acted as a sponge, the water making it heavy on her body.

His gaze flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes, and the cocky grin that appeared when he took her hand and tugged her deeper into the water made her laugh, a wide smile on her own face.

Only a few steps in, the ground dropped off, and she yelped in shock, subconsciously gripping the boy’s arm.

He laughed, steadying her, then stepped into the dip, the water covering his bare chest up to his shoulders. “It’s not that deep!” He called to her, swimming away on his back, legs still in the water (thank the gods for that).

She went to go swim over to him, but her dress clung to her skin and threatened to drag her down. She took a deep breath before pulling it over her head, bringing it to the bank and slowly swimming to the boy, cautious to keep herself covered by the water. 

His eyes dipped to her exposed collarbones, then back up to her lips, then her eyes again. Blood rushed to her cheeks before taking a detour and heading to her core instead. She let her thighs close together, arms paddling to keep her afloat, trying not to let the smooth skin of his chest distract her.

“So,” she exhaled in an attempt to break the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, more that she wanted to know more about him. “Do you… do you come here often?”

It came out shaky, her heart still in her throat, and the boy couldn’t help the little twitch of the corners of his perfect, perfect lips. “Sometimes. You?”

“I live, um, a few minutes away,” she replied, eyes on the trees above them. She couldn’t help sneaking another glance at him when he followed her gaze. She had almost said, “up there,” and gestured to the castle of the gods before remembering she was “incognito”.

“Yeah?”

The look on his face was teasing, a lopsided grin that looked easy and natural on his features. 

“Yeah… that, that direction-“ she waved her hand randomly, in the direction opposite of her homes location.

“Oh really? The little village over there?”

She nodded tentatively.

“Me too! You should come over some time. We could… hang out.” The fact that his eyes stalled so comfortably on her chest gave away that his intentions if she were to come over were not simply to “hang out”.

“Are you flirting?” She teased suddenly, leaning her head forward just a little bit.

“Do you even have to ask?” His tone was slightly mocking but the look on his face showed he was only joking, a slight, pale blush on his cheeks.

“Just checking. Plus, if you are, I think I should at least know your name.”

His eyes widened, like he hadn’t realized that he hadn’t yet given it. 

“It’s Yeonjun.”

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[raichiii]

All Mine.

(damn okay this is my first time writing anything on Tumblr AND IT JUST HAS TO BE RAICHI SMUT, I AM A FUCKING SIMP FOR THIS MAN THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RAICHI SMUT AND THERE WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. anyways, enjoy :p)

Raichi doesn't think he's the jealous type. But the anger bubbling in his chest tells him otherwise.

He watches for a moment, trying to figure out where this fool gets the audacity to chat his girl up while he was literally standing right there.

"I like your dress." The man smirks at you, pointing towards your chest.

"You look gorgeous."

He's right. You were gorgeous. The sparkly champagne gown you wore to the Bastard Munchen celebratory party merely highlighted it. But Raichi knew what he meant.

"Thanks." You replied kindly.

"What are you doing later tonight?" The man stepped forward towards you.

Raichi could have sworn he felt a vessel pop.

"She's coming home with me." He spat.

"Right, and you are?"

"Her boyfriend." His tone, laced with venom as he stared down the man who was still eyeing at you, annoyed at the fact that the man doesn't recognize him at his own team's party.

"Oh? Want to bet, baby, I can treat you better than he can." The man reaches his grimy hand reach out to cup your chin, pulling your face up.

Your boyfriend swats his hand away.

"She's not interested."

Sensing that Raichi was seconds away from beating this guy half to death, you did your best to drag him away.

"Come on Jin, let's go, please?"

Upon hearing your pleas, Raichi softens a little.

It took all your strength and luck to get him away and calm down.

"That motherfucker deserves a punch straight to his jaw." He mutters, scratching his head furiously as he sits down.

"Jingo, that'll damage your reputation, silly." You say, hands patting at his messy hair trying to tidy him up.

"My reputation means nothing to me if that means some guy gets his way with you." He reaches up to hold your wrist and bring your hand to his cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you're all I care about."

Raichi chuckles when he sees a faint blush rise to your face.

He kisses your hand.

He lets his eyes linger on the glittering golden fabric hugging your figure as you loom over him, noting that it leaves little to the imagination. He'll have to get you to wear this more often.

He accidentally glaces at your exposed chest. How soft and smooth your breasts looked. His face heats up, as he nervously looks away.

Oh god. He gulps.

"Then again Sweetness, I don't think im any better than all those ogling men."

You laugh, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Only difference is that m' yours, you big pervert."

"You got that right." He chuckles.

"You being a pervert?" You reply coyly.

"No." He cuts you off,

"Me being big."

Raichi guides your hand down his clothed chest...

his abs...

down to his... oh.

"Jin! There are people around!" You say frantically looking around to see if anyone's looking.

He gently yanks you closer to his face.

"Then, let's go somewhere else." He whispers into your ear. You swear you can almost hear his smile.

That's how you two ended up in a secluded room in the back.

"Ahh.."

"You look so beautiful in that dress, it's driving me insane."

Raichi litters kisses down your neck, and chest, his sharp teeth marking territory. One hand holding your bare back while the other hurriedly unzips your dress.

The dress plops to the ground, as he kisses you hungrily.

"Though, you look so much better without it on." He smirks, stopping to admire the view Infront of him.

"White lace, my favourite."

Raichi loosens his tie, and positions you on the couch, he pushes your knees to your chest.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to, got that?"

He unzips his pants, freeing his length, fully erect, precum dripping out with need.

He lines his cock up against your entrance and coats it with your slick.

You whine, growing desperate to feel him inside.

"So wet for me." He whispers to your ear before giving it a little lick.

He leans against you, grunting as he presses slowly into your cunt.

It takes a moment for him to sheath his entire length into you due to how tight you were.

"s' big!" You whine, your walls feel stretched out by his girth as he pushes deeper.

"Told you sweetheart."

[total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel]

Revenge of the island was doomed from the start when the first character they introduced was jo. Like what the fuckkk at first I was like. Is that human like wtf 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 then girls first line is “stay out of my way if you value your kiwis” like girl you sound like 🤓🤓🤓 yk what I mean. Like bro Scott’s just chilling what did he do to you fuckface. They should’ve let Anne Maria hair spray jo to death of something but wtffff jo u r not the main character 😭😭😭😭 then let’s talk about this bitchs behavior is the goddamn intro. Girls punching a punching bag in the middle of the woods (whime did you get that). Cameron is almost killed and blasted off into space and jo catches him and does one good thing for humanity then immediately after just tosses him onto the ground  to go chase after brick???? WTF we get it ho ur not like othim girls and u wanna be one of the boys sooo badly 😭😭😭 stfu what did brick even do to you. His first words to u were ma’am because he’s a fucking simp and rides him dick 24/7 like why be so mean to himmm. Goofy ass. Then he’s on the beach racing with brick and almost driving him into cardiac arrest like bro don’t kill him. Ik ur heartless and all but girllll no one asked 🥴🥴🥴 brick should’ve beaten the shit out of him. Out of my way triathlete coming thru 😈😈😈😈😈🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 omg I’m so scared 😱😱😱😱😱 go away. Literally no one asked girl. he almost drowns Zoey and Staci just to be number one like broooo ur actually done this time . Then launches himself off Sam to do a flip like girl u are not the main character. I’d rathim go thru 60 episodes of zoke and commando Zoey than watch jo every again. S4 was literally so bad and I blame it all on him. Then he’s pissed at dawn for getting to shore quicker BABE TAKE A CHILLPILL GODDAMNN….. wish dawn could’ve owned him and exposed him or smth idk. Make him feel ashamed. No wonder lightning thought u were a man like bro Shut up guys are annoying and so are you 😭😭😭😭 so I consider him just as bad as one. Lightning should’ve kept misgendering him I found it funny. “Sorry you had to lose to a girl 🤓🤓🤓🤓” wow you’re so fucking different!!! Do you want a medal too. Lightning should’ve beat his ass on the spot and I wish Chris ran him over with his little go cart. Sooo glad Scott found the invincibility statue because if jo didn’t get eliminated ep10 I would’ve straight up killed myself fr 😭😭 like no joke I’d hang myself from the ceiling. he’s always so grumpy too wtfffff. he should’ve got mutated instead of Dakota I’m not even kidding. Calling squirrels stupid is also lowkey kindaaaaa 😐😐 look at yourself Joey 😭😭 you’re not any hotter. he looks like one of those inbred lion/tiger hybrids you know what I mean. That gamer indent isn’t cute eithim….. 😬😬😬😬 thought you were an athlete. That’s embarrassing!!! Now ur skull is permanently mutated that’s so cringe. Then he laughs at lightning getting hit in the head and then gets trampled by a trampoline LMAO glad that bitch got him karma. Brick did nothing to help him in that moment and he’s so real for that tbh. Should’ve kicked dirt onto his head but whatevvvssss 😐😐😐😐. “All right let’s do this 🤪🤪🤪” and then falls into the water LMAOOOOOOO failure!!!!! Imagine 😭😭 like girl I thought you were a pro athlete thime’s no way ur real. Notice he’s smiling at Anne Maria getting hurt when hitting the bottom of the totem pole Everytime. That’s the same state Jeffrey Dahmer gave his victims before he killed them and ate them. he’s a psychopath I’m not even kidding. Then he kicks the trampoline out from under AM like UMMMM???? At least try to help him jfc. Toxic rats was the best team bc they don’t have jo. “Good grief 😐😐😐” corny ahhh line. Chester should’ve beaten the shit out of him too tbh 😭😭😭😭 I wish so hard that he died when he fell down that wayerfillll like aughhhshshsgwuwjwjjjebns.

If the maggots lost they def would’ve voted out Jo or smth but nooo he has plot armor ong 😭😭😭😭😭 I’d rathim listen to a podcast made by Staci than listen to Jo’s corny ass nicknames. Then he has to go how’d they get in front of us!!!! Like MAYBE… this is a wild suggestion too. Maybe you’re…. A SHIT TEAM LEADER 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 crazy I know. Brick should’ve beat him ass in that thumb wrestle but jo just tries killing him like jfc. Instead of a thumb wrestling contest they could’ve done an idk. Ummm like whoever can hit the othim upside the head with the a rock the hardest idk. And brick could’ve won and DESTROYED that ho. I’m not good at making suggestions. And everyone coming at me in the replies how’s it feel to be wronggggg 😁😁😁😁 y’all need to stop dickriding jo asap idk. he’s not that good. he let him team to crashing into that cabin like bro stop trying to kill everyone lmao. Jo kinda dresses like those homelsss ppl u see on the side of the highway with those goofy “if you love god donate to me!!!” signs. Idk girl just get a new wardrobe or smth. Brick would help you but since you’re such a shithead he’s not helping u lmao cope and seethe 😙😙😙😙 he probably smells like axe deodorant too lmao imagine. 

Erm yeahhh I’m done. Idk what to call my anon. Jater because I am a jo hater!!! Maybe I’ll rant about her in episode 2 because he rlly got on my nerves that episode but he also gets on my nerves every episode sooooo 😒😒😒😒 bye xoxo. You’re mad because you know I’m right 😘😘😘😘

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[yanderes-galore]

You know that au we've been talking about for a bit after you sent and indoctrinated me with all of the gears game movies?

Could you please make a small scenario for the Locust Princess AU? I Don't mind if it is one of the generals, Delta squad, or that one poor simping drone we joked about.

Friend, I give you... the silly. I couldn't think of a plot for a scenario so this is more of an imagine/me sharing the idea more than anything :( Happy I indoctrinated you though, lol. I appear to be good at it as some of my followers have told me.

Yandere! Locust Drone with Locust Princess! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Protective behavior, Worship yandere, Social class differences, Unrequited love/one sided obsession, Mentions of mate.

So before I've talked about the Locust Generals with a darling who was Myrrah's kid.

Well, an idea that came to mind that I spoke with the requester about was if a drone fell for a Locust Princess! Darling.

Imagine, the Drone is aware he's only a drone.

He isn't worthy of coming close to you.

He knows he must serve you and his queen.

Yet he wishes to be more than expendable.

Just think about it, the idea of a Locust Drone following you around like a puppy.

Wherever you go or appear in The Hollow, he's there.

He hates that he is barred access from the palace, however.

Only high ranked Locust get to be near you.

As a result, if he doesn't die in the process, I imagine he'd try his best to rank up for you.

Imagine a Drone working hard and showing exceptional talent to the point he rises in the ranks of the Horde.

It's a struggle but certainly possible.

This Locust is honestly just desperate to win the approval of his favorite princess.

Even if you never feel the same he still tries his best.

Soon he becomes more than a foot soldier, earning a name for himself.

Maybe he becomes a Theron Guard, learning the art of the Torque Bow.

He still isn't high enough to get into the palace but soon he will be.

He still follows you wherever you can be seen and snatches up any information he can get.

He loves both his Princess and Queen.

Yet he hopes he has a chance with you.

He worships the ground you walk on and is ecstatic when he manages to get the rank of Palace Guard.

As a Palace Guard is all of his intricate golden armor he can finally get closer to you.

Now he follows you even more, always one step away.

He's eager and happy that he's finally been given the role of your guard.

He's surprised he's alive at this point but would give everything to defend you.

In the Rise of RAAM comics it's shown that Locust have their own personalities and aren't mindless.

I imagine this one fantasizes of being your mate and one true partner.

He is a completely loyal puppy to you.

Imagine the once lowly Drone footsoldier, now promoted to Palace Guard, living for your praise.

He bows to you, hisses how wonderful you are, and vows he's yours.

The Generals find this particular Drone odd, but Myrrah allows you to do whatever you wish with him

At this point it seems he's happy with being your little plaything if you so choose.

Maybe you find him creepy of annoying... or maybe like your mother you feel a sadistic sense of wanting to tease him.

The Guard doesn't complain, all he wants is you to praise him.

Imagine your newly chosen Guard getting jealous at other Locust passing by.

He's worked hard to get into this position, to be near you, he'd be a fool if he allowed those lesser than you to get near.

I imagine there's a lot of hissing and threats to keep you as his.

In his eyes, you're his and he's yours.

Yet your view is most likely different.

You see him as just a guard, not a partner.

Despite this you're told to reward his loyalty.

The Guard is willing to die for you, he defends you with his life.

The least you could do is reward him a little, yes?

He's easy to manipulate with your power.

You can do whatever you please with him.

A simple touch to his exposed skin or praise has the Guard growling at the sensation.

He's worked so hard to get to this point.

Now he's here... in your presence... and yours... he'll do anything, such as kill, to stay right here where he feels he belongs.

He's yours to use and abuse just to keep you happy.

[katyspersonal]

hello again, i'm the anon from the waifu/blorbo thing just checking in. it was quite surprising to see the ask i made when i was feeling sorta petty would spiral in all that lol

to answer why i stay anon, its because I'm just a "filthy lurker" tbh. im not really sociable or talented enough that i feel like interecting directly in the fandom, and i'd rather avoid the headaches that come from exposing myself to its more annoying parts lol. i understand its different for artists tho, you guys do us a great service

but Holy Shit your situation was quite bonkers. it is kind of funny that i might have helped you out with this apparently lmao. all it took was the right ask at the right time, crazy how that works

best of luck to you and thank you for being based lol. it isn't easy with such persistent haters but i hope you keep it up

Thank YOU for being based, the moment I read what you said I knew EXACTLY what you were talking about! And yes, it is a reliably stable way to piss that person off enough to 'act' by poking the holy dogma of "Maria is a masculine lesbian and everyone with a different interpretation is a bigot" with a stick in any way shape or form. Imagine being easily caught just because you can't stand bisexuals or women that can combine badassery and tenderness?

I'll have you know though, that fanart or fanfics are NOT a "rent" you have to pay to be considered a "valid" part of the fandom! You say you don't feel like you belong here... but you do, as long as you love BB and want to interact with other fans and support them. I am not the most fantastic artist either; my anatomy is still a long way to go and I finish my works very slowly, but it is my passion why I am here! :)

As for the annoying parts of the fandom,...

Honestly, you don't need to worry, at least not on Tumblr. Redditbros tend to stay away in their own circles and all you have to do is to not go on Reddit for sharing things like headcanons, drawings, ships etc. As for the bullies (oh, pardon, the completely civil people that are not encouraging harassment but simply spread "awareness" in order to excile people they dislike from the safe wholesome fandom uwu); they will typically do you a favour if they drop your name as "yiiiikes this person is nasty for [reason] block them girlies!", since this way the fake ones will self-isolate from you as a result and YOU won't see THEIR bad takes! And toxic Maria fans usually function by one 'main' guy vs their simps that got easily influenced. Before the current guy (you know who by now) it was someone else spreading bad takes about "misogynist" Gehrman and "violated masculinity" of Maria, boasting about how they ignore all lore and (mis)translation evidence against their One True interpretation. That person matured though, and the simps they influenced dissolved and became nuanced. The current guy is chronically unable to mature, learn and admit mistakes; but at the same time, popular accounts popularised a "compromise" take that portrays Gehrman as missing the mark but having good intentions that get way more traction and toxicity is overshadowed by them 🤔

What I am saying is, you can avoid annoying parts reliably easily! You probably are seeing like same two people starting controversy every time from your "corner"... and it is BECAUSE there are not that many. They are just loud. If you are in the room with 20 people, 19 of which are adults minding their own business and 1 is a screaming baby, who will you pay more attention to? I'd love to see you make an account, tbh, but if you really don't want to.. Well, still feel free to send me asks, gripes or headcanons or questions or whatnot!

[theseshipsshallsail]

Seems that the Chris delia guy the bulgarian gollum is simping for has been found to be a paedo as well. It tracks for her to simp for a child diddler and expose/victim-blame the guy's actual victims for some reddit clout, but the idea that the journos see her cse/cp fantasies and befriending paedos and still contact her and give her a voice (*cough* Forbes article *cough*) on their rags creeps me the fuck out. How can they still support her and prop her is baffling to me. She isn't like lizard and does not have the money to buy articles. Idk, something really stinks here...

Some people have class.

Some have dignity.

Some are like catnip for potential child abusers and those who wish to enable them.

As for Forbes... I mean, I get it. They hitched their wagon to a wonky-eyed lizard and her flying monkeys. But imagine being so deep in your own stinking BS you have to back someone who publicly prayed for RDJ's daughter to be raped, rather than hold your hands up and admit you concealed the evidence of Armie Hammer's innocence for over two years 🤮

[braceletofteeth]

let’s say vegas and moonjo are acquaintances in someway.

maybe vegas studied in korea for a while and noticed some people in his uni going missing, maybe moonjo was involved with the korean mafia and vegas had to secure a partnership, maybe moonjo and jongwoo relocated to thailand to start a new life.

either way, they meet, they hit off, they exchange dental torture tips. vegas looks at moonjo being an absolute simp for jongwoo and thinks ‘rip to him but i’m different.’

then pete happens.

I go a little insane every time I think about what you sent here, honestly. It opens room to so many questions... Where, when and how Vegas and Moonjo could have met; their impressions of each other and the influence their partners have over them; Pete and Jongwoo’s own impressions of Vegas’s and Moonjo’s relationship… I mean, can you imagine the four of them in the same room, having a friendly chat? It has the potential to be really entertaining, and also to go so, so wrong.

But let’s stay focused (I'm trying! I'm really trying!).

First of all, I think the idea of Vegas getting exposed to the Very Normal Relationship™ of Moonjo and Jongwoo and his inner response to it being “that could never be me” is SO funny. Especially if it's not because they're weird, but because they're cringe. Count me in on the maiming and the torture, the manipulation and the emotional instability, but finding religion in a lover? Yikes. That’s the real crazy.

Bonus points in that scenario if Vegas and Moonjo were acquaintances before Moonjo found Jongwoo. It would totally go against Vegas’s expectations. Which is to say, no fucking expectations, have you met that guy? Moonjo cares about no one. At least Vegas has Macau, and his father (that doesn’t care about him in return, but one day he will, of course). Moonjo is completely alone. By choice. He can’t stand anyone. Not even the woman who raised him. Even the people he entertains himself playing mind games with, are eventually disposed of and forgotten. Vegas might find himself in a position where the two of them are able to (almost) see eye to eye, and socialize, but he would know better than to let his guard down around him. That’s not a man you can trust your life with. Or your head. Definitely not your head.

Which probably makes Vegas wonder, as of meeting Jongwoo, just who would be stupid enough to trust their heart with him?

And here comes the shocker, for Vegas, and maybe for everyone who has ever crossed paths with those two: that’s not what happened. Jongwoo isn’t some naive darling that fell madly in love with Moonjo without knowing what he was in for; he’s not a pet Moonjo is keeping around until he finds a more amusing one (that would be Kihyuk). Jongwoo actually did something extraordinary, when he didn’t even have the intention to: he made Moonjo vulnerable. He’s the one that got Moonjo’s heart in his hands. And for Vegas, who met Moonjo pre-Jongwoo, that is… bizarre. Surreal. Unbelievable. It makes no sense, because Moonjo is supposed to be like Vegas, and people like them never show weakness in front of anyone, because they know, they learned, that when you do that, you get hurt. You lose. You die.

But Jongwoo changed something in him. Moonjo could die by his hands, and he’d still feel like he won. There’s no bad nor wrong between them, therefore, he’d take anything Jongwoo gave him. There is no one else besides him, and no one after. Jongwoo changed him.

And yet, he didn’t change. For the rest of the world, Moonjo is still the same. He still lies, he still kills, and he still regards everyone with the same indifference he always did—only he has Jongwoo by his side now, and to him it makes all the difference.

Vegas wouldn’t know what that feels like. He doesn’t even want to. Rip to Moonjo, but he’s different. He’d never let someone have so much power over him. Maybe Moonjo can afford that, because, after all, he has nothing but himself and his art, but Vegas is a businessman, who has a legacy to carry on. One day, he’s going to rule an empire, and it’s going to be all his. He doesn’t need, doesn’t want to be helped or understood by anybody that’s not family. He’s different from Moonjo, and he’s different from Kinn. They are fools. They’re going to be betrayed, or killed, or left. They are going to suffer, they are going to lose, and it’s going to be their own fault. Vegas is better than that. He does the betrayal, the killing, and the leaving, before it’s done to him.

And for some time, that's all he believes in.

… Then Pete happens. Vegas happens to Pete, Pete happens to Vegas, and Vegas finally gets it.

When he loses, but Pete stays by his side, that makes all the difference.

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Bayonetta MC + Main 4 LI of Last Legacy. Sorry, I couldn't help but just simp for her in gameplays I've just binged this weekend. Had to make a version of the starsworn reaction to having a version of her in their world.

Eloquence. Grace. Heavenly loveliness. The main four are already whipped for regular MC but imagine a world with an MC like Bayonetta. Jaws dropped to the floor. Wide-eyed pedestrians look respectfully before they get dropped kicked. (I mean I wouldn't mind it...😳 I'm mean Ixm straight, but for her I'll be anything). MC strutting down Porrima's street walkway with a lengthy silky glittery gown flashing their chest and ankles. Wearing a big hat with a feather flittering about snatching attention from their long shawl. Thickness 100%. Ankle bracelet dangling with black & white/ color tattoos riding up from their foot to their juicy thigh. Glossy lips with dimples for days. And nails filed to a tee. Angles and demons getting their butts whooped by the main four's one and only soulmate. With extremely dramatic effects to add to the secy poses.

Felix Iskander Escellun

The emo boy is shooketh! Pupils the size of tea saucers. 😳😶 looking respectfully ma'am, sir, powerful entity. Is he fighting the urge to get on his knees or bow down to you in front of all these people? Maybe?! 

Doesn't know where to stare at when speaking directly to you. Titties bounce, bounce. Got the kaboost in the wagon. 

Heart stops when you blow him a kiss. All the while having your thighs wrapped around a skeleingtons dome to crush within a second instance, still spinning around shooting at any threat to come between the two of you lovestrucks. 

Doesn't know where to begin to address the current genocide you've committed. Will want to most definitely test your power and skill set to obtain a higher knowledge in summoning. 

Never will force you to remember your past or if you do remember to tell him right there on the spot. He wants you to feel safe in his presence unlike anywhere you go. You mention Rodin, Cheshire, Enzo, or anyone off the top of your head he will be confused but would want to meet these people that assisted you. And to comprehend the ability to deal with the constant fighting you deal with daily. Plus, love's lore of the three realms in your world. 

Anisa Anka

Mother knight, in her experience in bringing morality and faith for her self-justice in her line of work. This was the last thing she expected to be exposed to on the front lines. 

Downright bad for your decisive action with gratitude of your endurance in battle. Passes out when she sees you naked….oh you summoned your armor/ suit. Your hair just ate someone. Is that a tattoo on your back? Is full of endless curiosity. Hair poofed to the point you tug on it and kiss her nose. She stiffens when she notice's you coming her way. Like a statue.

Will hesitate to ask of your life before being summoned. If you don't remember she will understand the situation and inquire you to talk about what you know already and enjoy to do. Like shopping she could do that easily with you. Carry her. I mean the bags!! Please, carry the bags! 

Guns from Rodin excite her. Can't get enough. Will want to know the difference between the the two clans. Reminds her of her own life. 

Wait!! Your walking to fast ahead in heels. Are those guns for heels?! She almost falls into a bush trying to catch up.

Sage Lesath

Doggie goes wolf, wolf. Cat man will non-stop purr at your glorious figure that's pressed up against him when training with him. 

He completely understands your situation of being hunted as a criminal. He has his own infamous wanted posters. More on guard for his sake more than yours. 

(You put the ass in class. No, not good enough. Wanna see if the carpets match the drapes? That's not it. It's hard to think of something that doesn't get me dropped kicked….OH!) "You have the right to remain, DAMN!!" 

Melts whenever you walk away. Sexy dances will leave him gawking to the point he looks up at you ears pinned back and tail poofed to whimper for your attention. Will join if you spread your legs in his direction. 

Covered in blood after beating your opponent while you lick your glossy lips. Man has fallen for you all over again. Rodin and Cheshire would love to have him around to joke and drink with. 

Rime Solano Varela

Before he hated you for stealing his relic and lover. For thinking you where better than him. Boy did he love to be right. After siding with you and learning of your past experience can NOT help but respect you little by little. 

Feels like an ass for trying to kill you. He did once but you let him have that for your loss of memory. You forgave right after you two had a wicked battle to the death. (Jk. You just talked to him like a normal person. As normal as you two can get.) 

Calls you nicknames to suit your style. Will want to wear your gun heels while spinning his spear to look as badass as you are everyday. Such a show-off he calls you. Will practice acrobatics to keep up with you.

Sexy dance, strut, poses. The whole nine yards of seeing who is the bottom. He is...I mean it went undecided. It's a tie your honor. Gets carried away when fighting you to the point you both drop to your knees with blood and sweat masking your blush expressions. 

Willing to help you remember you awaken the right eye. Will also want a new weapon from Rodin….something tells me a chain with daggers at the end of them. Whip. Spear that turns into two swords. No, this is not for the bedroom. 

[pokemonispain]

Hi again! This is the same anon as the Jamil ask <33

I love your take on that so much!! Honestly i love the thought of all of the boys going through rough overblot symptoms like - take Leona next.

I imagine that adrenaline ran him through the Spelldrive Tournament and didn't fizzle out even later because Cheka came by and he finally crashes late at night in the infirmary. That's literally such a perfect set up too like - Ruggie, Leona and Jack are all in the infirmary for their wounds so the doctor/nurse let's them be on their own with their number in case they need anything.

At first Leona can't tell apart the soreness from getting beat around from the feverish aching. He refuses to eat and Ruggie, still hesitant from being attacked by King's Roar doesn't force him.

I also love the idea of Leona eventually feeling so sick that he simply sits at the edge of his bed and throws up, the sound of which wakes Ruggie up and for a moment Ruggie decides to forget that Leona hurt him and decides to help him out anyways.

I feel like Jack would also be really caring despite not really being very happy with Leona or Ruggie, because somehow he gives me very responsible little brother vibes.

Anon, anon👁️👁️ did you know that I am an enormous Leona yume/simp, (same for Azul) but oh my lord I love this just YES😵‍💫 I may need to write another fic for him😭

Leona definitely put himself through the wringer in regards to his overblot and then proceeding to do like incredibly intensive magic based sports afterwards as well.

Him winded up in the infirmary afterwards was the least surprising thing ever😭

I can definitely picture him aching everywhere when the adrenaline runs its course and then he practically jumps crashes hard. Just kinda curls up in what comfortable position he can manage and tries to sleep through it but the pain and fever that’s setting in is kinda keeping him just awake enough.

Ruggie and Jack chatting about the match, and just usual stuff maybe while occasionally looking at their phone or something.

I can definitely imagine when like dinner arrives Leona’s eyes kinda open a bit and he glances over at Ruggie who’s like grabbing his own food, Ruggie like just sensing Leona’s eyes on him and him hesitantly looking over after a second or two before asking him if he wants some of the food.

Leona would probably just shake his head a bit close his eyes and tries going back to sleep. Eventually like managing to doze off for a bit wakes up feeling worse😭

I figure like Jack would probably be knocked out until he actually hears like Leona start puking and then he wakes up completely startled, his fur on his ears and tail bristling and everything 😭

Ruggie probably was nearly asleep as well when he hears like Leona shifting in bed, something interesting is that since Leona like using King’s Roar on him I feel like maybe Ruggie would have a tiny bit of trouble sleeping with his back to Leona, ie basically exposed, where as before that it was fine.

He may not even realize he’s doing it exactly but just that he feels more comfortable/safer that way😭

Him opening his eyes and seeing Leona moving to sit up, thinking that Leona’s probably just getting up for water or finally eating dinner til he just sees him lurch forward and retch😂

Ruggie’s eyes would be so wide before like he kinda rushes over to hold Leona’s hair and help him. Realizing he’s running a fever while Jack comes over too to help probably calls one of the medical mages over.

I can see both Jack and Ruggie being more than a little worried especially considering like Leona’s had an overblot so recently. Ahhh I love them a lot❤️❤️

[plaindangan]

(Note, you see how I usually joke about how secretely Angie is a sex godess with reality altering powers and a secretely lustfull mind~ of a succubus queen ? Well that, but it’s Kaede)

Would you believe that ? It’s cosplay day in V3 class! And everything is fun and chill except for one boy… Shuichi! The reason..? His best girl-friend and crush Kaede decided to cosplay as tamaki from fire force, minus the hair, thanks to tsumugi the cosplay is perfect but.. she’s wearing the fire fighter’s girl uniform! Meaning Kaede is walking around in a bra! (And cool as hell coat and trousers that shows some nice tights) her more than big breasts bouncing and jiggling around!… not only that but.. it seems no one seem to realize it appart from shu! And the more he stares at them… the more he feel compeled to continue! Even if his embarassement gets the best of him the arousal keep on comming! Each time he looks they look bigger, fuller, warmer, lewder, more inviting.. demanding.. ORDERING him to let go of his Inibitions and turn into a simp~! After a while it’s not just the breasts that seem to grow!.. it’s Kaede as a whole~! She grows Thiccer, sluttier, slightly taller, more muscular and built yet still so plump and thicc~! More dominative~… more hungry for the emo femboy and his fat ass that looks even fatter in that cute skirt~… uh~? Wasn’t he the ultimate detective~?… he can’t remember… he can just stare at boobs~… stare at Kaede~… she’s asking him to follow her to her room~… and they’ll never get out~

Basically a corruption smutt story from shuichi’s perspective, you can add a Sex scene at the end but not obligated, don’t hesitate to take your time, insist on how is mind, her body, herself, his own body, the world, slowly gets changed~ Ehehe imagine me sending an ask that isn’t a ton of work~! Do it and I’ll send a huge frustrated policegirl rumi sitting on plain~!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

When it came to cosplay day, Shuichi didn't think much of it. I mean, yeah, it would be nice dressing up with his friends, but otherwise it would be just a regular day like no other...

Life, however, decided Shuichi should be wrong. Very wrong. Because at this time Shuichi, dressed as Pokemon Trainer Red, was currently next to a Kaede that was, ah, more than just a little exposed. Apparently her cosplay was from some character named Tamaki who was a firefighter of sorts. Now, that wouldn't' be bad, except for the fact that aside from a pair of baggy uniform pants and jacket, Kaede wasn't wearing a shirt. Meaning she was constantly exposing a black bra that covered her ample chest. Her very....jiggly brea-!!!

What was he thinking!?

Shaking his head, he looked away, just in time as Kaede had hooked an arm around him, excitedly asking if he's seen the other classes cosplays yet?

Focus! He needs to focus! On her boo-gah! On Kaede herself. Just don't look down. As they went from class to class, at first, things seemed to go well. Kaede looked amazed at the costumes that her peers picked out and even Shuichi was impressed. Things were looking up.......

Then Shuichi just happened to glanced downwards and looked nearly flabbergasted. He, n-not out of anything perverse mind you its just total coincidence this keeps happening, knew Kaede's chest more than anything. It was big and blatant, but never more!! So...why was it now somehow bigger??? Plumper and, somehow, even jigglier as she moved slightly around, it couldn't have been a trick of the eyes...right? No, who was he kidding? He's just seeing things!

(In the back of his mind, inexplicably, he could have sworn a familiar voice was giggling to herself)

As they walked to the next class, almost as if he was daring for something to happen, Shuichi peeked at her chest again and found-!!

Yeah, okay, something was up. Her breasts were now straining her bra for all it was worth and looked even larger than her head?! How!? Shuichi's eyes were darting between her chest and looking for everyone's else's looks on the matter...and they weren't doing anything at all!? Heck, it didn't even seem like one of them noticed!? How could this...wait. Hold it.

Her stomach...was it ripped? Kaede was a lot of things but, even she wasn't dedicated to building up muscle. Yet, she suddenly now had a six pack!? He blinked and was going to finally ask what was going on...but his eyes went wide. Tall....she was now towering over both himself and even the likes of Gonta!! And no one noticed a thing!? Kaito, Maki, Rantaro, hell, Kokichi!? Nobody!? Not even one? They all kept chatting with each other like nothing was amiss. As if Shuichi was the weird one for noticing these oddities.

Everytime he blinked or glanced away it was like Kaede's body was changing just to spite him. Stronger arms. Thiccer hips. An ass that was rounder than ever and dwarfed even the likes of Miu and Kirumi's!! What was going on? Kaede, in a span of a few seconds, now resembled an incredibly fit, curvier firefighting Amazon!? This...this had to be some sort of trick!? There's no way this was feasible...right?

Thoughts like those were in his head, but they gradually began to be overwhelmed by something else. His own urges to be with Kaede, experience a pleasure never before felt with her. His face was red about the potential, so much so that he tried to avoid Kaede possibly staring at it whenever possible.

But, this was Kaede, picking up details like was second nature to her now!~ By the time everything was winding down, Kaede had bent over, giving Shuichi more than a good look at her boobs, before whispering ever so softly:

"You're really on fire, hmmm?~ I know exactly how to put one out~ Won't you follow me, Sweetheart?~" Her low, melodic, whisper always knew how to grip Shuichi and today was no different. Throwing the lovesick, horny, detective over her shoulder she gave a good slap to his perky skirt covered ass...huh? Was...was he always wearing a skirt? What was he thinking...of course he was! He was cosplaying as Pokemon Trainer Leaf now. He just looked so cute in that red miniskirt!~ It really highlighted his curvy things annd that wasn't even mentioning how it barely covered his fat ass~ Just one slightly stronger breeze or bending forward a biiit too much and anyone could see his pale caboose, covered by a dark green pair of lacey panties~

Something that drew Kaede crazy as she got a good feel of such a thing. She just knew that she'll have fun trying to 'quench the fire' that had gathered so very much in those full balls of his. Yes, she'll spend hours upon hours dutifully putting out every last, gooey, sticky, white 'spark'~ And then afterwards? Well, he could use that tongue of his to put out the inferno that was going wild in her!~ She was excited to not only milk him dry, but also feel what his own cock can do to 'quench' her blaze!~

As the couple went off, a giggling artist could only watch from afar. Smiling ever so happily at her accomplishment. Nothing better than spending a Friday afternoon prodding the flames of love!~