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fully convinced that price would secretly shrink your bras every few weeks just to see your tits pop out more because its getting so tight and, god! maybe you do need to let him take you out to some fancy, over-expensive place you are normally too poor to buy nice bras from.
bras his men would love to see you in, but you dont know that. you dont know he shares those pretty little photos of you with his team.
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(Okay but if mans did this to me i would throttle his fat muscly neck while that dick probably has the NERVE to grin)
Staring in the mirror, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you try to adjust your FIFTH bra this week that has suddenly just, shrunk. You have no idea how, you KNOW you separate them out of the washing and leave them to hang dry
âFuck!â You hiss as it digs in under your arms, yanking at it.
âEverythinâ alright dear?â John asks, brows furrowed as he peeks his head into the bathroom, eyes sympathetic as he watches your struggle. âLove, I think itâs time for those to go in the bin.â
âI just got these John, just got them! I donât understand!â You huff, fighting back annoyed tears that have your husband cooing, slipping into the bathroom to wrap his arms around you, placing his chin your shoulder.
âDonât cry love. Why donât we take a trip to that fancy shop by the bakery?â He asks, and you pause. âJohn that place is-â
âDonât want to hear it. Iâve seen the way youâve eyed that little blue set theyâve had in the window.â John teases, pressing a kiss below your ear as you smile, leaning back on his strong chest.
âIt would look pretty, wouldnât it?â
âOn you? Absolutely stunning love.â
(If Johnny had been begging to see you in blue, well, thatâs just a happy coincidence)
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it just... yea...the rhougt of her being all hot and stuff but callung me a perv,,,,,, her rubbinf up against me and hiding behind pretending to be innocent......jusr coincidentally dressing as one of my kinks for halloween or something....................fuckk...typing is hard ii just cant help myself... ð§âð€âð§
âµ Mm, when you're almost certain she knows how you feel about her, maybe even knows what you do at night thinking about her....but she's still playing with you.
She won't come out and say it, because then she wouldn't get to keep teasing you like this. Does she want you to say something?
Or does she want you to do something?
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Helloð
May I please request an imagine or headcanons with female Reader asking Galadriel to be her first kiss?
Thank youð
Letâs do it this is so cute 𥺠sorry for saving this for so long but HAPPY SAPPHIC SEPTEMBER ð¥³ð
Warnings: minor angst, implications of past abuse/trauma (nothing explicit)
The Weight of a Heart- Galadriel x F!Reader
Outsiders were not bidden to witness the trail to Lothlórien. At least that was what you had always heard, but the elves who led you deep into the forestâs heart did not bind you in any way, simply surrounding you on every side. They likely sensed the tension in your body, the panic heaving your sides and rounding your eyes. How unsafe every fiber of your body felt.
At any rate, there was no returning home. Not that you ever intended such. Not now.
Silence overtook your walk, leaving your mind racing as to if this march led to punishment or safe haven. Either one, unfortunately, would explain the lack of blindfolding.
It was some trek later that you were brought before the Lady herself, her words having echoed in your mind before you laid eyes upon her form.
You have endured much pain to come here. No longer. No further suffering awaits in this place.
Clad in a gown of flowing white adorned with silver that flashed against the gold of her hair, Lady Galadrielâs small smile complemented perfectly the smooth, seductive tone of her voice, the way it caressed your mindâs ear.
Shaking your head, you fought the rush of thoughts, that which had led you to such a place of pain. And that which could be heard by none other than their subject.
âYou are welcome here.â These words, spoken aloud this time, had you wondering again, this time if she had in fact heard.
Reddening and swallowing, all you did was lower your head in thanks.
~
The flet you were led to seemed far beyond anything youâd earned, already lavished with a bowl of fruit, flowers, furniture intricately crafted of pure white wood, and silvery silken drapes hiding it from the outside world. You almost asked if they were certain had it not been for the expression of quiet surety youâd seen upon the Ladyâs face.
It was people like her who had landed you in trouble in the first place, and yet you never could stay away, could you?
Shaking your head, you bared your feet and set down your bag, your weapon, all your possessions carried upon your back. The weight of the world- your world at least- quite literally on your shoulders.
You hadnât realized how tired you truly were until you lowered yourself onto the provided blankets and slipped almost immediately into darkness.
~
Stars glistening overhead greeted you when your eyes fluttered open, blinking each glinting point into focus. You had awoken on your back, blankets fallen aside from your body despite them being the softest youâd ever felt. Somehow the woodsy-smelling surface of the flet was not cold to the touch of your feet, simply smooth with a near lack of temperature at all. Was even that magic?
Yawning, you realized you were far too awake, thoughts deep and aware as you stood, and took to the steps spiraling down your tree for a walk.
Cool finally reached your soles as they landed upon the soft mossy forest floor, moving forward as if of their own accord. After all, you knew not where you went, only that you must go. The woods were quiet, the only activity reaching your ears being the sound of a faint wind rushing through branches and skittering leaves where there were paving stones.
That path was even colder, but flatter and more satisfying of sensation. Following the cool white rocks, you lost yourself in the silent echo of half-risen thoughts until a voice cut through the ephemeral reverie.
âNot many choose to take the path.â
Galadriel. The Lady herself strode from near a tree, somehow seeming to glow even in the dark of night. Her bare feet pale against the moss they struck and blending in more closely with the paving stones. She crossed to your side, hands folded almost expectantly.
âWhere does it lead?â You asked, hoping your voice was not as timidly hoarse as it felt.
âTo the garden,â Galadriel replied simply, a smile growing across her fair lips.
With that smile and a small incline of her head, she urged you onward, stepping in line with you. Your body tensed at the soft brushes of hers, even the flutter of her sleeves against the lightly bared skin of your forearm. Mentally, however, you felt a strange peace descend upon you, no apprehension of what she could hear from your thoughts. After all, all you felt was a flush of joy to have the Lady's company, to be there by her side.
Eyelashes fluttering, Galadriel smiled wider at you when your eyes slid over to meet hers. Surely she had heard. Your heart swelled at the thought of such bringing her joy. Nothing was said on the walk, but nothing needed to until you both entered the garden.
Paths of the same paving lead through patches of wildflowers, most of them with pointed, milk-white petals. Alternating throughout these were tiny yellow blossoms, their leaves a brighter green and their faces as small suns. Yellow suns and great white shining stars illuminated by trails of little lanterns.
You could feel the light opening across your features, parting your lips in a smile and raising the apples of your cheeks. "This is beautiful. ...Well, of course it is. All the makings of your people are. I cannot thank you enough for taking me in."
"This beauty is yours to share," Galadriel responded, voice low and serene as ever, "I saw much of your life, or rather how little you were allowed to live."
Her words pricked your eyes with tears, but you nodded as she continued, speaking bandages to soak into the depths of your heart's wounds.
"None of this weight was yours to bear, only that which resided in the hearts of others. And yet yours became the heaviest of them all. I would seek to renew the lightness I see pouring from those cracks. Ask of me what you will." Her voice lowered to a hush. "Perhaps I wish it just as much."
"What I want," you answered honestly, heart hammering as you inhaled in an attempt to calm it, an attempt which utterly failed in the face of such grace, such an intense blend of kindness and desire in those blue eyes as you had never seen, "Is acceptance. Is love. I do want to live. I simply do not know how. I have never been cared for by... by someone as I would seek it from. Never even shared a kiss."
Breezes blew, ruffling the faces of the white star flowers and little suns alike, casting a piece of hair astray onto Galadriel's shoulder. She glanced down at it, back up at you, and with another spike of your heart you stepped a bit closer to brush it back off. Your fingers gentle upon her hair, light as they ever-so-slightly caressed her shoulder. She caught your hand, smiled this time with a glint of teasing at the way your lips parted in surprise.
"I wish you all those experiences. I offer them to you."
"Then would you grant me a kiss, My Lady?"
"Call me Galadriel," she whispered.
The low, sultry tone of her reply was all it took for you to lean forward, closing the gap completely, your skirt fluttering against hers. As you had always suspected, the lips of a maiden so fair were the softest, sweetest of touches upon yours, moving slowly and temptingly against them. Galadriel's hand slid down your arm, gripping your hand as the other held you close by the waist, your chest flush against hers. There you stood in the garden, surrounded by the gentle perfume of flowers and all other sensual pleasures you could desire, such beauty blooming in the dark of night and through the darkness of your heart. Lightening the weight beyond measure, buoying your chest with the gentle, fluttering touch of electric hands.
What could you say other than that you felt alive?
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omg yes and that one scene of stanford era art where he's wearing that black undershirt? need to jump his bones and show him how good of a boy he is right here, right now!!!! i'm always excited to talk to u, too! i've now declared us besties. expect to see me in here more often hehe ð«¶ð®
i need him so bad im acc SICK ððð and the way he looks up at tashi ??????? oh sheâs so much stronger than me i wouldâve sat on his lap right there and then my god i need to ride him (also babe i need to know your opinion on patrick)
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Hey Chloe~ hey there girliepop~ youre sooo silly running around trying to be cute lil rapebait for guys, dont you know it doesnt take much for them~? Wouldn't ypu rather be a good lil dyke? Make yourself rapable for all the girls on here who dont want anything to do with men~? Dont you think you owe women for all the vile bioessentialism on here?~ you arent a woman because of your pussy, youre a woman because it gets other problematic girlies wet â¡ thank me and apologise for being such a girlfailure -ð
Fuuuuck nnnghhhg thank you so much for sending this, and you're absolutely right, I'm sorry for my vile bioessentialism, I want to be a good girl for women too, and I hope no women is disappointed in how much of a failed girl I am >///<
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It's COCKtober ðð u know what that means ðð
Dick sucking awareness month ð¯ððŒð
send this to 12 of ur closet hoes ðð that love that dick ððððŠðŠðŠ ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ðððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ðððð ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð THOT-O-WEEN ðis upon us !! If you get this message âïž you are queen ðžof the thots!!! Forward this to 7⣠of the ðThOtTiEsTð thots ðthat you know will get some ðð soon !!! If you don't, be prepared ðfor 6â£9⣠days of bad luck â ïž ð
i havent seen a message like this since 2018 this is like seeing an old friend....thank u anon for helping manifest some dick in my life
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Are there any other things that you're particularly exited to write but can't make you're brain do it? Like with the radioapple fic,,, or well, maybe not on the same level of priority but still wanna? I ask cause I've been having the same trouble lol, just in. drawing form, I can't for the life of me do a good radioapple pieceð«ð« the vibes are just off, the brain don't wanna brain rn
-ð (also, TYSM for the save, for personal reason I don't like to ask in non anon form^^)
I totally understand!! <3 Happy to help!
And I think the radioapple is the main thing that's hitting me in the "Fuck, I can't?!" button right now, but another thing that I would like to write but just haven't had a solid idea for (and frankly just need to rewatch some of the actual show for) is radiorose!
I love Alastor and Rosie's shenanigans so much, from the way that he does a little fawn bleat when she swings him around to the fact that she immediately starts offering him advice on soul deals to be made to the way that they encourage each other's nefarious goals. I get the impression that they both give each other a lot of leeway that they don't offer other people (especially Alastor), and I want to explore the contours of the liberties they let each other take as well as where the boundaries stand. Also, Alastor is always softer with women and it gives me the warm and fuzzies. Truly, they're evil besties and I want to dive into it at some point in the future.
#ask#personal#alastor has too much self respect to visit rosie in 666 lmfaoooo#half the reason he's getting all his advice from angel dust is literally because âangel dust is angel dustâ#hazbin hotel#twins anon#BIG HANDSHAKE ON THE RADIOAPPLE TROUBLES hahaha
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I need fem!Vergil (dmc3) to use a strap on me, or somehow with her devil triggle/ magical demonic way to form a cock, and impregnate me even if we are both women ð Iâll gladly volunteer to let my body do all that work while baby nero is growing inside me, and so we can be a happy loving family ð©ââ€ïžâðâð©
She left either way for power LOL⊠(to protect us) unless angst ending when she comes back dmc5 but thatâs for another time to tell.
I send a google from, Iâm not sure if you check those or if I filled it out correctly :^
â sincerely âïž anon
girlcock vergilâŠ.. sighs dreamilyâŠ. ð©µð©·ð©µð©· THE ANGST IS THERE BUT SO IS THE LOVE!! it shall not be doomed yuri⊠AND YES DONT WORRY I got the response in the google form!
AND WELCOME TO THE FRIENDS LIST âïžNON !!! IM SO VERY HAPPY TO HAVE YOU HERE WITH ME ^^ !!!
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blessed the heavens for your works, they're all *chef's kiss* (no i'm not sugarcoating my words because they're real). we love you sm!!! we want to be your fwens for a very very very very very long time ð¬ð«ðð§âð€âð§
AWWWW, YOUâRE SO SWEET ᅵᅵᅵððâ€ïžâ€ïž
Of course, you guys will always be my fwens, my buddies, and my sweet little anons! Youâve been with me through thick and thin, and honestly, i will be here until th day when Iâd run out of things to say about eremika, which might take a long, long, loooooooooooooooong time because, letâs be real, I ALWAYS have something to say! ðð
I just love you all so much! Seriously, thank you for sticking around, supporting me through every high and low, every little creative slump or burst of inspiration or tragedy lol. Your love, encouragement, and presence mean the absolute world to me. Whether Iâm ranting about something silly or sharing something big, youâre always here, and I couldnât be more grateful. So hereâs a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Love you all to bits! â€ïž
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YOOO ITS MEWING ANON AND YOU POSTED MANDERIN WARS ANON FIC COOL DUDE THAT IS SO SIGMA (I canât fucking spell) when I saw that the fic took 5 months it reminded me of that super sigma fic rq I sent you (the one thatâs gonna take like four whole Zelda game development cycles to make but YOU ARE AWSOME FOR SAYING YOU WILL. anyways I am glad that ask is between you me and GOD if literally anyone else had seen that Iâd be like ðððððð¥¹ð
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stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well⊠the first chapter at least ð I REALLY HOPE THEYâRE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iâll get to yours at some point donât worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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omg i actually got this anon inbox i accidentally deletedð i accidentally pressed it omg but it was ummm âdescribe your closest moots in emojis + idolsâ
hmmmm⊠@icyy-hoon would be ð«¶ð» bc shes such a sweetheart and sends me the most comforting messages ever<3 idol⊠maybeeee hanni. @jaysng would be ðð»âŠ genuinely idk why i thinks it fits her and shes the best person to ask on life advicesð idol isâŠ. MINJII. hmmm forrr @dollyhoon IS DEFINITELY ð¥ bc shes so pretty and shes honestly such a vibe HAHAH. She is definitely yunjin omg. Hmmm⊠@yuvanys is definitely âïž bc shes a starrr and idol is definitely heesung bc shes superrr talented and sweet bro wth. I can continue but i dont really wanna tag so much ppl soooo ill end heree!! In so sorry for accidentally deleting the inbox again omgð
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oh i see the appeal with him actually,,, never seen aot but i just might consider it now? depends if i get the time to watch it
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my partner and i finished aot in like 5 days i think
i sobbed
Reiner Braun is my babygirl i love that man so much
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god......yeah....does she just want to make ne a dumb goonette all alone in my room edging to the thougt of her over and over...
or does she want me to give in,,,, to take her,.........god.........i..
this conversation has made me alot less ashamed of fauxest...
im gonna choose to interpret it as your corruption uwu
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âµ Good. It's always better when the corrupted one admits it herself.
And I bet she wants you to take her. See what big sis and her gock can do.
#ð anon#deep domina#think pink#good girls make more good girls#t4t fauxcest#goonette encouragement#siscon
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Thank you for inventing gay people
Canât tell if this is sarcastic or not ð
um, while I definitely didnât invent gay people I do want them to feel seen in this fandom 𥰠especially since they arenât always the focus of x reader fanfiction. Hope you can enjoy those works and if they donât apply to you, Iâm sorry but Iâll also have more general stuff too!
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It's COCKtober ðð u know what that means ðð
D**k sucking awareness month ð¯ððŒð
send this to 12 of ur closet hoes ðð that love that d**k ððððŠðŠðŠ ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ðððð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ð ðððð ððððð ð ð ð ð ð ð THOT-O-WEEN ðis upon us !! If you get this message âïž you are queen ðžof the thots!!! Forward this to 7⣠of the ðThOtTiEsTð thots ðthat you know will get some ðð soon !!! If you don't, be prepared ðfor 6â£9⣠days of bad luck â ïž ð âŒïžATTENTION âŒïžðð»ALL HALLOWEEN ððžHOES ðð
ITS TIME TO GET SPOOKY â ïžYOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSðGET ðFISTEDð BY A ðSKELETON ðSHOVE âðCANDY ðœðœCORNð¬IN YOUR ðP***Y ðœAND ð
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ââïžFORGET ð©ðTO SUCK SOME ðDRACULA ðD**K ððŠ SO PUT ð YOUR ðð COSTUMES AND GO ðªDOOR TO DOORðªðð
ðŠBEGGING FOR THAT ðGOOD GOODð SEND THIS TO TWELVE1ïžâ£2ïžâ£â ïžSPOOKY ð»ðSLUTSð® TO ðSHOW ððŒTHAT YOURE READY TO GET SOME ð«CHOCOLATEð« COVEREDðD**Kðœ BOO!! Sorry did I scare you?! WASSUP GURLððð ITS COCKTOBER ððððð AND IF YOUððœ ARE GETTING THISððœð IT MEANS UR A HALLOWEEN ð»ðð»ð»ð ð»ðð» HOEðð©ð©ð
ðŠðŠ every year in Cocktober the jack o slutððð comes to lifeðð»ð»ððœððððœ coming to harvest ððð his hoes for THOT-O-WEENððð¥ð¥ððð send this to 15 other Halloween Hoes or else you a TRICKðð»ð» ð IF YOU GET 5 BACK UR A THOT-O-WEEN TREATðð IF YOU GET 10 BACK UR A SLUTTY WITCH BITCHððâšð® BUT IF YOU GET 15 BACK UR THE SPOOKIES
Answering Anons. Day. Please. Take your cringe away.
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hello!! i realized i never request anything to my dolcetta :3 soo can i get sugar daddy nanami x good girl reader ð
english is not my first language so sorry about that :(
sincerely ð anon ðð»
since youâre my ð heval iâll obviously add it to the request list.
and donât worry, english is my third language
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