#mr. bimbo

[puppetdaily]

Mr. Bimbo from Muppet Treasure Island

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about price retiring and just becoming a big ol' bimbo. he's lived a life where he's had to put others first, where relaxation was a hard thing for him to wrap his head around.

so when he meets you and gets with you, he's a bit ashamed that he finds the 'bimbo life' appealing. not having to worry about any responsibilities, getting to be all pretty, it sounds nice and you're more than happy to indulge him.

he grows softer with time, wearing pretty panties and lingerie, and sending you lewd photos whenever you're busy at work. maybe he experiments with makeup, maybe he doesn't—he's still a pretty bimbo at the end of the day. a dutiful, pretty, housewife of a bimbo.

maybe he'll wear lipstick and mascara, and welcome you home with a blowjob. fuck, maybe he lets you fuck his throat until his lip is smeared and his mascara is streaking down his face.

oooh he'd get so whiny whenever you rip his panties off him to get to his pretty hole. but at the promise of you buying new and prettier panties for him, he'll quickly forget about it—it's easy to forget when he gets cockdrunk.

[sethdomain]

That one himbo analysis post make me realize that if ctommy ever stop being a twink he migjt be a himbo

[samijey]

worsties 💙

[bigfatbimbo]

oh hey!! It’s you!! I remember reading your Vox and Puzzles stuff. None of your current guys appeal to me but good to know you’re doing better.

side note Puzzles has gotten so much more deranged lately. Big event coming up soon he’ll probably get another musical number.

omggggg i miss mr puzzles so much. i was literally so sad i deleted all of my old account because i was yearning for my old mr puzzles stuff and also my old lucifer work…

But i’m glad you found me again! Lucky for you my interests change rapidly so stick around and maybe you’ll see something you like!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Heavily inspired by Mr. Devil’s ( @heartfullofleeches ) lawyer darling with K and V, how about a tired lawyer darling with my own rich bastard (affectionate) Emmy?

“What do you look so serious for? I didn’t do it!” Emmy exclaims. She glances over at your legal assistant, then back to you. “Do they really need to be here?”

You sigh, willing the incoming headache away. “Emmy, don’t lie to me. We’ve got attorney-client privilege, so—”

“I’ve got ~privileges~ with you~?” Emmy leans forward, batting her eyelashes and circling the rim of your coffee cup with her fingertip.

“Emika.” Your use of her legal name has Emmy retreating, pouting and crossing her arms. “They found a swarovski nail gem at the scene of the crime.”

“So? That could’ve been anyone’s.”

You sigh. “No, Emmy, it really couldn’t. Most people can’t afford to have their nails done all the time, much less with real diamonds.”

“Like you? It wouldn’t be a problem to get you in with my tech, y’know, get your hands all cleaned up and even prettier than they already are. Money’s no problem.” There she goes, invading your personal space and grabbing your hand to look. “A shade of red would be killer~!”

“Emika.” You swallow down your embarrassment, extricating your hand from hers when your legal assistant clears their throat. Emika only grins mischievously this time. “That would be far outside professional boundaries.”

“What? We can’t discuss the case while at the salon? Maybe over dinner, some bubbly?”

“Emika!”

[notsogoodangel]

This is what I did during my spare time... I'm fine.

Side Notes: I didn't add any of the actual players for simplicity's sake, but I did add characters played by the CCs that aren't their main characters such as Arin, ElQuackity, and Sapo Peta.

It will be too complicated to add ex-alliances and spy-related stuff... but if I did! Jaiden will be between the "knows the federation" and "sides with the players" and Etoiles will be between "understands the codes" and "sides with the players" just because there are no real secrets about it if you watch their POVs.

[wackytheorist]

NOW THAT WE HAVE PURGATORY HAMSTER

I HAVE DECIDED TO CURSE YOUR EYES WITH REALISM

(even the sizes are realistic....)

[daddysdarlingditz]

Ladies and gentlemen, now the moment you've all been waiting for, the world famous Jack Rabbit Slim's twist contest!

@bouncybubbly

[alldaydreamin]

The underworld saga killed me

[tmrrwppl]

Cas is never allowed a phone. Period.

cause he'd have Jordan in his contacts as Mr. Bimbo and this as his contact photo

@bloodbulletsandbytes

[djevilninja]

All fuckin’, no kissin’, just smokin’ and drinkin’; Super vets in a super-stretch Lincoln. Thinkin’ ‘bout the good ol' days of hip hop, In its purest form before the eye of the storm.

Ice Cube feat Mr. Short Khop - Limos, Demos & Bimbos

[dongiovannaswife]

it's not "i want him, your honor" it's "i want you, your honor" (me trying to flirt w/ gio)

[mariasont]

GOOD LUCK CHARM - A.H

a/n: this came to me yesterday and i sat my ass down and WROTE

that should be me fr

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: reader is gone for the morning and leaves hotch a couple sticky notes

warnings: just my babies being so infatuated with each other it literally hurts, hotch is a pining fool, i love him, i need him, i want to kidnap him to my basement

wc: 0.8k

Hotch was having a rough day. He had never put much stock in the idea of luck, favoring the belief that a path was carved from the choices made. However, if he were to entertain the notion of luck, he would concede that today, he seemed to be rather out of it.

A lot had gone wrong. For starters, he had stained his favorite white dress shirt with coffee this morning. This undoubtedly set the precedent for the day, he was sure.

As soon as he arrived at his office, he was greeted not by the familiar click of the lock but by a stubborn door that refused to budge, his key sitting on the side table in his apartment. This then led to him reaching out to the custodian for a spare, only to be intercepted by Chief Strauss, who, in her usual fashion, had a litany of critiques ready for the BAU.

The day had been steadily unraveling, and the realization that you wouldn't be in until lunch because of a doctor's appointment was the tipping point. Normally, all these minor irritations could be overlooked, but in your absence, he could truly grasp just how much he relied on you.

You handled a lot on his plate, if not everything. You planned out his schedule, answered his phone calls, you double-checked his paperwork. You consistently shouldered more than he ever asked, despite his repeated warnings about overloading yourself--warnings that he, admittedly, never listened to.

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. He found himself unwittingly watching the door, anticipating the bright burst of pink and the shimmer that accompanied you, but unfortunately that did not happen. Lunch couldn't come quick enough.

His vision began to waver, the words on the page melting into an indecipherable stew as he pressed a long finger into his temples. The lamp at the edge of the desk flickered capriciously. A mental note to replace it was quickly overshadowed by the more pressing need for an aspirin, prompting him to reach for the left drawer.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, fingers reaching into the space as he pulled the flimsy object from the drawer. It was a hot pink sticky note, its surface alive with glittery ink, smiley faces, and hearts. The corners of his mouth lifted, the tension in his back easing just a hair.

Aspirin isn't in this drawer silly! First one to your right! And don't take more than 2, okay? Between that and your scotch drinking habits your liver is screaming!!!!

He couldn't suppress the laughter that rumbled through him as he pressed the note to his desk. He turned to the drawer on his right, pulling it open to find, much to his satisfaction, the aspirin. Attached to it was yet another sticky note.

You found it!! So proud!! Hope your day is going amazingly! Don't miss me too much! :)

His heart thumped louder in his chest, a wave of heat blossoming across his neck as he carefully folded the sticky notes, tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket.

When you finally came ambling into the office--your ponytail swaying, a pink ribbon securing it in place--he felt an instant lift in his mood. His jaw relaxed, fingers instinctively straightening his tie--a needless act but one that gave him a moment to admire you. You looked beautiful. You always did, but as he fingered the note in his pocket, he could feel his chest constrict just looking at you.

"Hi there, Mr. Boss Man," you sang out, voice as sweet as syrup as you glided towards him with an ease that defied that height of your heels. "The office didn't burn down without me, did it?"

"It came close."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you giggled, the bracelets on your arms tinkling like wind chimes as you wrapped them around your notebook. "You look stressed. Are you stressed?"

"I'm fine, just a headache." He paused, his hand absentmindedly reaching again for the sticky note. "How was your doctor's appointment?"

"Squeaky clean bill of health." You beamed at him, shifting your weight to your toes. "Did you see my note?"

"I did. Thank you." A grin was vying for control of his features while his hand found its way to his neck, pressing lightly in a vain effort to steady his racing pulse.

"You're so very welcome," you chimed, sending him a smile that nearly made the air evaporate from his lungs. "Also, I fixed a couple issues in your calendar, and I ordered you a new lamp, I noticed yours was broken. I hope that's okay."

More than okay. You were perfect. If he were a man who believed in luck, he would be inclined to think you might be his good luck charm.

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna @readergf @sarcasm-and-stiles @edencherries @aurorsworld @princess76179 @malindacath @freyy253 @broadwaytraaaaash

[heartofjasmina]

This shameless saturday I'm thinking about Dilf!Bakugou and bimbo reader who's a freshman in college.

You can barely keep two thoughts in your head when he's around, you always call him Mr. Bakugou and it makes his dick hard remembering the gap in your ages. He thinks its beyond stupid how easy he fell for your innocent charms. But he can't deny that your pussy is some god tier shit that he's never letting go. Doesn't matter that you barely know how to cook without blowing up his kitchen, doesn't matter you think him and and his friends use too many big words. As long as your pussy keeps sucking him in like you're never gonna get enough- he'll put up with you with a fond smile.

[ukddmanips3]

@kirra-kinks69 gets what she wants ♠️