#bimbo bride

[ukddmanips3]

It does 🤍

@j-doll3

[ai-satin-chic]

"Excuse me, what's the soup de jour?"

"That's the soup of the day madam".

"Mmm.. Sounds good. I'll have that".

The waiter rolled his eyes. Another one.

[explicette]

[robinmage]

courtesy of this post “every friend group should include...”

[eternalsa2z]

Lucky

Gosh she's so lucky. Look at her perfect pout. The way she naturally knows how to pose for the camera. Her grace, confidence, seduction are all second-to-none. She's got it all.

But I guess I'm lucky too. Because I have her encouraging me all the way. Pushing me to pick the bright, bubbly blonde color I've always wanted. Helping me overcome doubts about committing to the extra large implants. Always praising me, calling me a good girl, making me giggle and blush like my best bimbo self.

I'm so lucky to call her my girlfriend. Yet similarly her luckiest quality of all is having me as her pretty bimbo doll. We were meant to grow together from besties to breasties to bimbo brides. So the more I think about it, we weren't lucky - we were destined to be each other's dolls.

[is-nini]

Thinking about Bimbo y/n who follows whatever her husband desire. Who didn't know that he is manipulating her life because y/n is only his. Who didn't know that he is controlling her every move.

You are dumb enough to believe him when he say that your life is "too pure" and that you needed him to protect you, you really think he is right. Your poor brain just trust him because he is a very respected man and he is rarely wrong right..?

He would daily make sure to see you at least one time per day even if it only lasted a few hour minimum, he would always make sure you and him have a talk.

The topic of the talk started off innocent such as "What did you eat today?", "How was work? Did your boss or your co-worker did anything weird?" to "Maybe it's better for us to live together. That way I could ensure your safety around me". Of course, when he bring up the topic of living together, you didn't think much of it. What he say's kind of makes sense.. maybe your land lord or your boss at work are not as kind as you think they are.

He slowly gaining your trust by giving you gifts, taking you out on dinner, while talking about how you are too talented and too precious to work. So you stopped working, after he promises you the 100th time telling you he could've helped with your living expense as long as you become his girl friend.

He did keep his promise, but as times went on you notice him being more and more protective.. but it's because he loves you so much! he said so you trust him blindly.

Being his girlfriend is not enough though. He started to create a little "drama" around you. You notice how people looked at you with disgust and anger- you don't know why, you swear you have never hurt someone!

That night you cry into your lover arm, crying and sobbing about how you have never done anything wrong and you never threaten anyone. In the midst of your cries, you didn't notice the small smirk grazing you lover's lips.

The next day, your boyfriend offer you that if you marry him, he is sure that everything will stopped because he can give you bigger protection as your husband and he can helped you more with you in his life.

His promises tricked you into portraying him as a safe space for you, and so without much thought you agree. The marriage was not grand but it is far from simple. A lot of high-status people attend your marriage in where those high-status people help you clear out your name. After all, you are his bride and you are just too innocent to be doing mean things.

In the end everything goes back to normal, but your life seems to be sweeter and happier. You never think about struggling, didn't think about anyone giving you disgust look because you're his bride now, and the good news is- the person who tried to frame you has been caught now! and you are free, all because of your dear lover you thought.

"Princess, I'm home" Your husband called out as your feet excitedly went up to him and kissing him. "Welcome home!" you giggle as he looks at you fondly. The smell of his dinner filled the room as he enter your home. He have maids to help him to clean the house but.. he ordered them to not let you notice them or talk to you. He is scared that outsider's might.. 'Taint' your pure soul, but of course to let you keep busy, he makes you his house wife who should just cook and accompany him work and never leave him.

"I cook your favorite food!" you excitedly talks and smile up at him. He pull you up, lifting you towards the dinner table as he sat you on top of his lap. "Mhm, you did baby. am' so proud" he talked to you happily, gushing about how cute and adorable you are.

You only know that your husband work as someone who have a high status and people either respect him or is scared of him. He keeps telling you that you don't have to know because it's too confusing for your cute little brain and told you to not worry.

Thus you lived happily, not knowing that every since you meet him, your life has been controlled by him. Every decision you made has been something that he has control over, but of course. You never have to know about that. You has become his after all.

Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Pantalone, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Jing yuan

[finnickfan8]

Million Dollar Man

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: Coryo is his own warning, manipulation, dark!coryo, toxic!coryo but reader is just as toxic, murder, cussing, smut (it’s lowkey bad)

Maybe being a socialite wasn’t for you. The cacophony of chatter amongst the Capitols aristocracy was earsplitting to you. You preferred to lead a domestic and tranquil life in the privacy of your own home. Your quaint room in your mother’s monstrous palace brought you sanity, but here you were slung around Coriolanus Snow’s petite arm.

To Snow you were his bimbo bride whom he discretely adored despite his calloused facade. In public he’d belittle your intelligence and your build as a way to show his superiority to everyone, even the adoptive daughter of the most revered game maker yet. When he’d degrade you, his eloquence never dropped.

“Isn’t she so sweet?” He started ruffling your hair, “Not a thought in her pretty little head, hanging on my every word.” You were used to it by then and just played up your bimbo role, nodding your head around thoughtlessly. You weren’t Y/N anymore, you were Coriolanus Snow’s show pony. You were to sip your drinks daintily feed into his effervescent delusions.

The topic of the conversation amongst Coryo’s alumni friends was the Hunger Games. You never favored the brutal massacre of teens as a ticket to escape their impoverished lifestyle, but what do you know? You’re just a trophy for Coriolanus’s company to ogle at. That’s when a raven haired girl wearing a red dress immersed you in her colleagues’ conversation.

“What do you think should be implemented in to the games, Y/N?” Coriolanus discretely glared at her, how dare she ask you to waste your precious thoughts on such menial questions? Nonetheless, Coryo brushed his thumb over your knuckles to signal that you were okay to respond.

“Well,” You drew out with a smile and a goofy grin, “I think that we should put stylists for the contestants and have like a fashion show kind of.” You clapped your hands in excitement, playing your role perfectly. The girl, Clemensia you believe, giggled and nodded along with you. You didn’t speak much as you were not permitted to.

The red dress Snow had carefully plucked from your closet adorned your body perfectly. Red was Coriolanus’s signature color, representing the iron fist in which he ruled Panem with. Everywhere you went there were people praising your husband for his various contributions to elevating Panem’s political climate. Your eyes stayed fixed on your partner, observing the way everyone melted in to putty when he spoke. He could use his words to make an entire room hang on his every syllable.

“I’m thinking of adding electric fences to the districts and adding ways for a tribute to have multiple slips of paper with their name on it in the bowl.” The crowd forming around him embraced the idea as a new revolutionary concept.

All of these parties built up the adoration the Capitol felt towards the two of you. Coryo was a bit turgid in his demeanor and was intimidating to talk to, while you were the Capitol’s sweetheart. Hell, all of Panem loved you. You did your best to help the Districts while acting within your bounds as the doting wife.

The night maintained the same cycle that Coryo’s social functions usually followed and the two of you left around eleven o’clock as it was your ‘bed time.’

Coryo had you on a calculated schedule that ensured for optimal health and wellbeing. After all, he couldn’t have his cherished songbird fall ill. On nights like these, you had an hour from when you got home to be in bed and thirty minutes from that to be asleep, ridiculous, but you obliged. Arriving home, you got ready for bed and were ready to head to sleep when you heard a brisk knock at your door. Steadily, you leaped out of bed and sauntered towards the oak door.

“Y/N.” The blonde haired male breathed. “I would like to discuss what occurred tonight.” His tone was stern and admittedly quite frightening, so you stepped aside. He stiffly seated himself on the bench that sat at the foot of your bed. You looked around for a sign of where you were to sit before he patted the bench, indicating that he would like you to sit next to him.

You followed his request, anxiously bouncing your leg. Coryo wasn’t annoyed necessarily when you did that, but he didn’t like when poise was dropped in his presence so he put a hand on your thigh to get you to stop. You look in to his cold blue eyes fearfully. Coriolanus knew you were afraid of him, and he loved it. He lifted you up and sat you horizontally on his lap, a bold form of scarce intimacy.

“You were adequately behaved tonight.” He plainly stated, wrapping his slender yet toned arms around you to keep you still. You were gobsmacked, usually this would be a lecture that ended in some form of punishment. Now his hand was rubbing your back in a soothing manner. “I understand I can be quite capricious, but if we are to be married our fondness should prosper outside of the public view.”

You smiled at his warmer side, “I never thought you’d ask, Coryo.” You knew better than to call him ‘Coriolanus’ when secluded from the public eye. Used to his serious facade; the superfluous vocabulary he spoke with, the brevity he wrote his somewhat elitist writings, everything needing to be meticulously planned and studied, you were surprised in a way at his sudden humanity.

Coryo played with the hem of your satin shorts, humming tenderly. “I want honesty tonight, questions and responses to be traded back and forth.” His usually cold, dead eyes had a spark of light to them. You loved how behind closed doors he’d acknowledge you in a less characterized way, he was just himself. “I’ll start, have you ever been with anyone before me?”

“No, I have not. You were the first person that I have ever dated.” You said it in a matter of fact tone as it was, in your opinion, a senseless question. The two of you started dating at fourteen and fifteen, you didn’t have a chance to like other people. Your response seemed to please him as you suddenly were impaled by his aroused member. Nevertheless, you brushed his curls out of his sculpted face, “When did you first know that I was your person?”

Coriolanus knew his answer right away, but he wasn’t going to say “your mother is a game maker that can get me a huge scholarship and bring wealth to my family.” So he substituted it with: “I guess it was when I saw you with the children on the street, spending your lunch allowance to feed them. That’s when I knew you were to be Panem’s First Lady.”

That wasn’t a total lie, just a fib to keep you eating out of the palm of his hand. The moment he saw you on the ground, dirtying your white dress just to feed some street rat striplings was the moment his infatuation started. He watched you go hungry every day to break bread with kinder that had no connection or way to benefit you. Your soul was too pure for this world.

He set you off of his lap, standing with his back facing you. Your question caused a deluge of non sequitur memories and thoughts to fog his mind. He remembered when he first arranged your marriage with him a few years prior when he convinced your mother to allow that. He remembered you sitting by his side throughout the entire Hunger Games and the fury he felt seeing your reaction to the violence.

He vividly remembers your tear-stained face, your watery eyes bearing in to his soul, all over some district scum dying. You were not to be exposed to such savagery, his angel was too pure. Now here you were, hand on his shoulder to try and bring him back. Coryo’s head turned ninety degrees to pear over his shoulder at your ethereal features. The way you looked at him in trepidation mixed with intrigue turned him on immensely.

“I’m so in love with you, Darling.” Snow’s nimble fingers work to effortlessly unbutton his dress shirt. He never referred to you endearingly if at all. Coriolanus Snow was always busy being the president of Panem, so busy that he neglected his doting spouse. “How could I keep my angel satisfied?” He turned his sleek body to face you.

“Wow.” Was all you could get out. His opened shirt revealed his fair yet evenly toned chest and torso. Your husband chuckled at your dumbfounded reaction. “You’re handsome, Coryo.” You finally managed to choke out.

“My little rose,” godly hands gripped your jaw to pull you in to a kiss. It was soft and slow but felt possessive and you loved it. “Answer me my love.” You knew Coriolanus was obsessed with you, but you were even more intoxicated by him.

“I-” You started as his hands roamed your eager body, but all that came in to your mind is how you would die for him, you would kill for him, you had killed for him. Lucy Gray was just holding him back from his goals and you. So, you slit that greedy bitch’s throat and left her for the covey to find. Anything he’d give you was enough for you. Your devotion towards him made you more impatient, kissing him hungrily. “Touch me.” You finally answered.

“Someone’s a needy little thing aren’t you?” Coryo teased, biting your plump lips softly. Your hypnotized body shudders at the thought of intimacy with the Coriolanus Snow. You nod obediently bringing your perfectly manicured hands down his taught core. “God, I want your pretty little nails to leave marks on my back.”

Coryo’s needy lips made their way down your collar bones, leaving little bruises. Hickey’s were sometimes called ‘love bites,’ but these were more raw and controlled than love. ‘Lust bites’ or ‘power bites’ would be more fitting for the feelings the dark marks he left on your delicate skin. Your body jolted and shook from the contact from his fair lips.

“Coryo, My love!” You moaned as his lips traveled down the peaks and valleys of your ample bust. The adoring names you gave him made him more aroused than he had ever been. The power he felt over you was delicious, addictive, and it consumed his every thought. He kissed his way down your stomach, parting your plush thighs. You tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, signaling you wanted it off.

“My little rose, if you want me to take my shirt off beg for it. Show me how devoted to me you are. Show me how much you need me.” Coriolanus ripped the satin shorts that clung to your waist down to your knees, leaving your exposed core to him. He took a singular lick down your wanton slit while looking at you expectantly.”

“Please Coryo, I want you to take your shirt off. I want to leave scratches down your back and carry your marks on my exposed neck. Please my love!” You moaned the last part as your husband was now lapping at your heat excitedly. He pulled away, eliciting a bratty whine from your lips.

“Then take my shirt off Darling.” Your husband demanded. As he wishes something to be is how it shall be, so you reached your delicate hands towards his buttons. Snow slapped your hand away, “No baby, with your mouth.” He tsked. You put your hands behind your back and got to work, using your teeth to unhook his buttons. Coryo tugged on your hair every so often to make sure that you remembered who was in control.

“Coryo,” You looked up at his as you got the last button undone. “May I?” You reached for his belt as he nodded assertively. You undid his belt gingerly and unzipped his pants. His boxers held a huge bulge that you lightly palmed. Subtle groans dared to spill from his slightly reddened lips

You took his darkened tip in to your hand. Guiding it through the fly of his briefs as if it could break at a single touch. He was sizeable down there. Around six to seven inches and respectable, but not abnormal girth. Although his member was the palest part of his body, it was still one of the best looking.

Your swollen lips invited his tip in to your welcoming mouth. You used a flat tongue to swirl the fat tip. “God Y/N it’s like you were made for this!” He moaned. Your jaw locked in an open position to allow easy passage to your throat. You gulped him down bobbing up and down as a hand came in to your hair, abating the monopoly you had in this situation. You let out small gags each time the tip hit the back of your throat. After a while you let out a bigger, louder, more intense choke signaling a need to pull back.

The head doesn’t cease as now you run your slender tongue along the veins that line his hardened cock. Coryo threw his head back, his curls flinging behind him. “Y/N, Y/N, such a good girl!” Starting at the tip and sucking in inch by inch like a straw, you took him wholly back in to your bruised hole. As you bobbed, you’d occasionally run your wet muscle along the underside of his shaft.

“Fu-uck!” Coryo’s breath grew ragged and his grip on your locks tightened. His hips bucked up towards your face as he finished. He shot ropes of thick cum down your throat. Forcing you to swallow his seed. He pulled his slightly softened cock out of your mouth. A trail of saliva connected your lips to his dick. You panted from exertion and slight asphyxiation.

“Coryo, honey, that was great.” You said, running your fingers over his rigid hip bones. He pulls you in to a heated kiss, lined with lust. His hands ran over your thighs, acting as a wall between your pillowy limbs. The kiss turned in to one with his tongue claiming your mouth as his own, an act you don’t dare defy.

“Hands and knees like the slut you are baby.” The perfunctory task felt like an impossibly intricate one, wanting to look just right for your lover. Your fastidious thoughts were interrupted by your husband rubbing his sensitive tip over your moistened hole. “Ready, Sweetheart?”

“Of course I am, Darling.” With that he pushes his tip in to your tight hole. He coerces a moan out of your sealed lips expertly. His hands find their spot on your doughy hips, squeezing tightly to steady himself as he finds his rhythm.

“You’re so tight Darling, maybe I should do this more often.” His thrusts intensify with every word. He grits his teeth. “Sometimes, I think about bending you over my desk in front of the entirety of Panem and fucking you senseless.” He growled. The thought of him showing everyone how much he cared about you was exhilarating, even if it was a “perverted” lust based expression. He flipped you over so he could see your face as he pounded relentlessly in to you.

“Coryo” You kissed him. “I’d gladly allow you to do that if it would please you, My Love.” Your dedication to him was bewildering to your childhood sweetheart. He knew you were crazy, but not that crazy. This was the kind of loyalty he expected, no, needed from a wife. His hand reached down to rub soft yet tight circles in to your eager clit.

“You’re. Such. A. Lovely. Wife. All. I. Could. Ask. For.” He kissed you in between those words. His thrusts synced also with his words. With the dual stimuli you both neared your edge. His free hand moved to squish your cheeks. Your jaw fell slack. This allowed him to spit in your mouth without spilling a drop. “Swallow.” He demanded.

You obey, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as evidence. He let out a slew of curses and praises at your action, drawing an orgasm out of both of you. As you both came, Snow collapsed on to of you. He pulled you next to him in a hug.

After you both cleaned up, you had to continue your little question and answer. “How come you decided on intimacy tonight?” You pondered.

His icy clue eyes bore in to your soul. “On top of your astounding lack of ignorance tonight,” A compliment in Coriolanus’s eyes, “I have become aware of your true feelings towards me.” Your expression drops to a pusillanimous frown. What did he know?

“I know you killed Lucy Gray.”

[candycoveredcurves]

I keep having wild fantasies about being a woman in a fully patriarchal society where a man's entire status and wealth is shown by how plump and spolied his wife is and how many litters of children she's produced. Everything entertainment for women is filled with images of massive bimbos with fertility goddess bodies in tiny skin tight outfits, showing off pregnant bellies (women can only be celebrities by being 1.)married to a celebrity man 2.)being one of a fluff news commentators or 3.)for having an excessive number of children).

Men show off their fat wives like rich people with show dogs, bodies and obeidence being demonstrated on TV. Legally women must be leashed in public if not members of the designated lower serving class.

Women are kept thin until selected by their future husband so that he knows every curve she gain is 100% his and because of him. In my mind, once selected, my future husband selects the right cocktail of fertility drugs and hormones to turn me into the rich man's rapidly growing pet. Weddings are just collaring and stuffing ceremonies where the skinny, unmarried girls try to catch the buttons that burst off the bride's special dress. The garter is around the belly, and not expected to last the night.

By the time he brought me back from our 2 week honeymoon, I'd be pregnant with my first litter and already unrecognizable to my family and friends and his, all of which feel full entitled to touch my rapidly expanding curves or jiggle my belly, ass, breast whenever they felt. Every inch is praised, every new outfit outgrown proof I'm a good wife.

Raising the children isn't my job. They come to me for affection, but are mostly raised by servants, boarding schools, and nannies. My purpose is to produce as many as possible, be my husband's pride and an object of lust.

Please feel free to add to this!

[your-nanas-house]

𝕛ꫀ𝕣ꪮꪑꫀ ꪜꪖꪶꫀડ𝕜ꪖ- ρꪖ𝕣𝕥 𝟙

Together is better

The Teddy Bear ♡

Joy

Cute little thing

Ride

Headcanon quite!Y/n x Jerome Valeska

RAINY mornings

Little Tomato

Mommy

I’m keeping the baby 

Promises

The ex-psychologist 2

Mine

MINE

Smile

Night outings 

Don’t tell anyone 

Cuddles time

The best day of my life 

Their song 

I care about you 

Fate

A GIRL LIKE HER

Bossy

Mr and Mrs Valeska

Ride 2

His sunshine 

I help ya

Circus (Fox series)

If Jerome had a crush on Y/n as a kid in the circus

Secret weapon

Annoying ginger 

Errors

That amazing night

Spy

Couch

If Jerome would be shorter than the Reader 

DATE

I’m yours if you are mine

Apologies

Trust

Mad baby

Arranged marriage 

My assistant

Man of my dreams  

My Y/n

Her World

A stone 

I want him as my daddy

I want him as my daddy 2

Quick smut stories 

Daddy 

My bride-to-be

True love

Interesting 

Personal mission 

“Ex-wife, Bruce…”

Get the gun back 

Night out

I let you in 

"Don't lie to me!"

Her first kiss 

Chubby bimbo!Reader with Chubby chaser!Jerome 

[atrfiction]

ATR Presents: The Bimbo Bride

The books of Pixie Isobella (link) have always done well with All These Roadworks readers – but you’ve all gone absolutely nuts for her Abigail’s Descent trilogy of hypno/bimbofication stories, and set new sales records on AllTheseRoadworks.com!

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The series began with The Bimbo Wedding (link) and continued with The Bimbo Bridesmaid (link). It follows the adventures of Abigail, beginning with her invitation to a bimbo-themed wedding, and continuing into her domination by the cruel Darren, who uses hypnosis and abuse o transform her into his obedient big-titted sex toy. 

Now Abigail’s Descent concludes with The Bimbo Bride (link) – available in store for only $7.99 USD!

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“He’s made me into a toy,” she thought, “and it turns me on.”

Abigail’s humiliating descent is reaching its end.  Her cruel master Darren has transformed her, body and soul, into the obedient bimbo of his dreams.

He treats her like an animal.  He abuses her sensitive breasts.  And he shows her off in public as his hot new decorative property.

All that is left is for Abigail to become Darren’s wife, so he can own her forever.

But Darren doesn’t have just any wedding ceremony in mind.  He plans to make Abigail’s nuptials the most erotic, humiliating event of her life…

… and all Abigail can do is obey, and try to be the perfect Bimbo Bride.

===

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As always, my kinks are not my politics. Please enjoy these stories of gender degradation while practicing respect, safety and positive enthusiastic consent in real life.

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[prince-gideon-the-ninth]

[Image ID: Screenshot of a Reddit post from r/TheNinthHouse, with the title Spotted in my local B&N. The post includes a photo of a bookstore shelf with two paperbacks placed side by side and displaying the cover art. The two featured books are Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. A hand written note posted under Gideon the Ninth says "I'm with stupid!" with an arrow pointing at note posted under Harrow the Ninth. The note under Harrow reads, "Nought but damnation awaits me; I welcome her with open arms. Come, corpse bride. Be min, in death." End ID]

If you love that ice-lolly bimbo so much, then frigging marry it! (not my photo but hilarious)

[diurnalvl]

babes and bimbos i think val would want a fuck-off massive big blowout white wedding if he had one, in the sense that he thinks marriage is cute and wants to pretend to be a precious blushing bride for his hubby (vox).

[datadesiresarah]

Imagine if you will, a couple that hasn't fucked yet. She told her new bride she wanted to wait until they were married. But her wife knew there was something more at play. Whenever there was cleaning to be done Jennifer did it eagerly. Chores seemingly mad her happy. Her wife didn't question it until one day Jennifer called her into their bedroom. "I want you to dress me. Pick something you like". She chose the silver latex outfit with the sensual silver sleeves. She struck a vacant bimbo-bot pose waiting for her reaction. Her wife lovingly, hungrily stared and just grabbed breasts and said "you want to be a stepford toy in bed don't you?"

She smiled and nodded before being kissed passionately, fondled and fucked sleepy.

[pugsbone]

Mood

Muses: Taiyang, Sun, Qrow, Ganondorf, Link, Roadhog, Batman, Fujimaru, Takashi, Persona Protags, Kazuma, Sakurai, pokemon protags.

Kinks: Brides, NTR, cosplay/outfits, submission, sexism/misogyny, swimsuits, cockshock, bimbos, threesomes, breeding, nuns, spanking, impregnation, bondage, hypnosis, petplay, bondage, ballworship/musk, Daddy kink, choking, cheerleaders, face fucking, sleep sex (giving and receiving), cuckolding, filming, collar, lingerie, aprons, stepford wives, fembois, fucking a femboi and girl at the same time,

Hungry for: Weiss, Olivia, Ruby, Yang, Pyrrha, Summer, Cinder, Coco, Neo (Cat Neo), Raven, Blake, Kali, Ilia, Penny, Ciel, Whitney, Neon, Nora, Rin, Winter, Emerald, Zelda, Paya, Urbosa, Riju, Purah, Mercy, D.Va, Ashe, Kiriko, Junker Queen, Tracer, Widowmaker, Powergirl, Cassandra Cain, Wonder Woman, Lady Shiva, Harley Quinn, Zatanna, Huntress, Catwoman, Jalter, Morgan, Ereshkigal, Mash, BB, Musashi, Altria, Scathach, Nitocris, Meltryllis, Rei, Saya, Saeko, Shizuka, Rika, Persona Girls, Darkness, Aqua, Uzaki Family, Pokemon Girls.

Crossover Girls: LoL: Jinx, Akali, Ahri, Caitlyn, Vi, Gwen, Katarina, Miss Fortune, Neeko, Nidalee, Poppy, Qiyana, Seraphine, Sona. Kuroinu: Olga, Chloe, Celestia, Maia, Alicia. Dead or Alive: The women in general, they're all winners. MLP, as humans, gotta be very clear about that: Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Celestia, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Rarity. Misc: 2B, Mavis, Tinkerbelle, Tsunade, Hinata, Mei Terumi, Naruko, Boruko, Chloe Bourgeois, anyone else really, as long as you list the series they are from.

Fembois (Not as muses, they are here to get fucked by studs): Whitley, Oscar, Garnet(boi Ruby), Cheshire (Curious Cat/femboi Neo) Lie Ren, Astolfo, 9s, Link, Kiri Uzaki.

[tabitha2]

Recreated #omu #wedding #bride #bimbo #my IQ is sooo much lower than it was #like over 10 thousand Men in my head omigawd YES #tanned #stupid #faithful #Patriarchy #Cumbank #Cocksmoker #Manhole #dlg #these holes r open 4 lesbian rape too if my Husband n Master commands it #plzfukme #fukd by 10K Men in all my holes and tits 💖