Call Me Out/Muselist whatever

[disinfection]

I guess this CMO is also a muselist because my others are nearly a year old now, so...

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Florence Nightingale | disinfection | Fate/
Adora | whatswordsafety | She-Ra
Entrapta | loghour | She-Ra
Jack the Ripper | heartknocklife | Fate/
Atalanta | onyeesan | Fate/
Kirika Kure | clawscall | Puella Magi Oriko Magica
Salome | plattered | Fate/
Ginko Yurishiro | lycoctonum | Yurikuma Arashi
Reika Rikudou | leaveittomother | Fate/
Lusamine | walkonaether | Pokemon
Avenger of Shinjuku | aullando | Fate/
Raikou | netofheaven | Fate/
Togo | prodigalpup | OC
Rumo of Zamonia | ofzamonia | Rumo and his Miraculous Adventures
Ingrid | stopmessing | Fire Emblem
Rhea | archboxer | Fire Emblem
Hubert | imperialumbra | Fire Emblem
The Immaculate One | puraheredis | Fire Emblem

Can be called on but way out of practice but still can try and/or need to finish the canon still but will give it a shot anyway

Camilla | maligknight | Fire Emblem
Hiyoko Saionji | nolemon | Dangan Ronpa
Kurumi Ebisuzawa | tasteslikesurvival | School-Live!
Black Knight/Apollo | ebonyknight | Granblue Fantasy
Espella Cantabella | therebewitches | That Layton and Phoenix Wright crossover game
Ryuji Sakamoto | yerapirate | Persona 5

If you want to play something just comment here with who you want, maybe a prompt or two and we can see what happens.

Comments

[debtingking]

[Balthus might still treat her like his delicate princess at times but he wasn't under any impression he had to go easy on her. At least, in private. So when he notices her lips part, Balthus takes it as his moment. Sliding his tongue into Hilda's mouth, he gently pushes aside the lacy lingerie at the same time.

He could tell she was already getting wet and while his fingers are large, he knows she'll be fine. So even as continues to deeply kiss her, Balthus slides a finger in.]

[namechant]

[ That's the thing about Balthus--he's not the brightest, but he's mart as hell when it comes to Hilda. He knows what she wants, what she needs... sometimes she can't believe how on the nose he is. She feels his finger slide in, and she gasps into the kiss.

She grips his hair just a little tighter. She knows it's just the start, but damn, he's good. ]

[debtingking]

[If nothing else, he had good instincts. Balthus can't help but give a short laugh when he feels her reaction. If his mouth wasn't busy he'd say something about this is why he was the King. Thank god he was too busy.

He curls his finger as he starts making his way under her shirt with the other. No time to stop, yet.]

[namechant]

[ Oh, she hears that, mister. Hilda would huff if she weren't so busy kissing him, but she does swat him lightly between the shoulders. There's absolutely no force behind it, though--she's enjoying herself way too much, after all.

And when he curls his finger, Hilda lets out a louder moan. She knows he likes when she's loud, and besides... she couldn't hold back if she tried. She does manage enough braincells to get her shirt off, though, and beneath it... matching bra. You're welcome, Balthus. ]

[debtingking]

[He feels it and by the way he curls his finger again, he definitely didn't mind it. Even if Balthus does end the kiss he puts his forehead against hers. His eyes are drawn to that matching bra.]

Sorry, babe. I just have to, you know.

[He somehow manages to unhook her bra with one hand. He, after all, seemed to be very good with his hands. The tits were free. Repeat, the tits are free. He flashed a cheeky smile before bowing his head to start kissing at the soft skin there.]

[namechant]

[ Hilda pouts a bit, but... she knows he's got something more in store. She lets out a quiet little huff, nails dragging gently over the back of his neck. ]

As long as you make it good.

[ And good with his hands, indeed. Hilda sticks her tongue out at Balthus, but the moment his lips touch her skin, she gives a shaky little moan and brushes her fingers through his hair. ]

Just like that....

[debtingking]

Heh, you're acting as if you want to leave marks tonight.

[He's joking, of course. The feel of her nails sends a surge of energy down his spine, though. Still, his breath is hot against against her skin. His hand doesn't stop even as Balthus continues his admiration of Hilda's breasts.

He suddenly pushes in deeper.]