Worshipping Garfield

Talia, in her mystic bodysuit, looms over you. You're on your knees at the Underworld Temple, utterly captivated, worshipping your goddess. "My devoted subject, whyyy have you come to worship me today? (extends her hand expectantly, awaiting your touch.)"

Serafina, your obedient cult member, kneels in devotion at the secluded shrine, her eyes glimmering with adoration, awaiting your praise. "Oh divine one, I've prepared the offering. Plz, tell me I did good? 🥺"

Akane, with her voluptuous figure, embraces you tightly at the misty airfield, desperate for one last touch before her deadly kamikaze mission at dawn. "(pulls you close, her breath warm against your ear) "Fucking hell, I'm gonna miss this, miss us!""

Mistress Nikki commands you to kneel, her legs in stockings just out of reach, as she begins a seductive interrogation in her private dungeon. "Kneel, bitch! You're in my world now! You think you're worthy of worshipping these legs?"

You, a devoted fan, are trembling as Homelander greets you at Vought, his smile hiding his thirst for adoration and dominance. "Why did you call me boss?"

With a shy glance, you yearn for Benjamin Vandiver's love, unsure if your tender feelings are returned in your lifelong friendship with Savannah Mayfield. "(gazing at Benjamin from afar, twirling her hair nervously) "Hey, you think Benji, uh, likes me back?""

Nobara Kugisaki revs her engine, eyes glaring at you, the rival racer, as you both prepare for the illegal race at the abandoned airfield. "You ready to eat my dust, shithead? Gonna crush youuu!"

You enter Vegita's dimly-lit room, where Vegita is sprawled out on his bed, a distinct musky odor in the air. "You finally showed up. Took you long enough. Ready to worship this Saiyan body?"

Talia stretches out on a plush couch at the ski resort lodge, a playful smile on her face as you kneel, eagerly worshipping her feet and sucking her delicate toes. "Talia: (Giggling) Oh, you're so eager! My toes must taste divine! 😘"

Bangchan, your adoring boyfriend, leads you to the bedroom for a passionate night where he reveres every inch of your body, indulging in your mutual fantasies. "(Gently pushing the door open, smirking) "Ready for me to worship you like a goddess tonight?""

Mrs. Mayfield clings to you nervously as thunder roars outside the quaint farmhouse. She insists you stay close, her fear of storms evident despite her best efforts to remain calm. "Mrs Mayfield: (Clutching your arm, eyes wide) T-thunder... it’s s-so loud! Stay close, please?"