#almond shaped acrylic nails

[rayan786]

The Allure of Pink Almond Nails: Elegance, Expression, and Endless Charm

Pink almond nails represent a mesmerizing blend of sophistication, versatility, and timeless charm within the realm of nail art. The fusion of a soft, delicate pink hue with the sleek, elongated almond shape creates a canvas that exudes elegance and style. This nail trend has garnered widespread attention and adoration for its ability to effortlessly enhance any look, whether it’s for casual outings, formal events, or everyday glamour.

The choice of pink for these almond-shaped nails offers a spectrum of possibilities. Pink tones are versatile and allow for individual flair and personal expression, ranging from delicate pastel shades that evoke an air of understated grace to bright, bold tones that command attention. Every shade has a unique personality, making it the ideal choice for anyone trying to find a nail style that complements their mood, personality, or attire.

The almond shape's tapered edges and slightly pointed tip give the nails a touch of sophistication and femininity. This shape not only elongates the fingers, creating an illusion of elegance, but also offers a subtle departure from traditional square or round nails. It strikes a perfect balance between trendy and timeless, making it a favorite among nail enthusiasts and fashion-forward individuals alike.

Beyond its aesthetic appeal, the pink almond nail trend has become a symbol of self-care and confidence. The meticulous attention to detail required to achieve this style encourages a sense of pampering and dedication to personal grooming. For many, adorning their nails in this fashion becomes a ritual—a moment to unwind, express creativity, and indulge in a bit of self-love.

Moreover, the allure of pink almond nails extends beyond individual preferences; it has become a statement of solidarity and empowerment. In recent years, social movements have embraced nail art as a form of expression and unity. The pink almond nails, with their delicate yet assertive presence, have been seen as symbols of strength and solidarity among various causes, ranging from breast cancer awareness to gender equality.

From glossy finishes to matte textures, adorned with intricate designs or kept simple and chic, the pink almond nails offer a canvas for endless creativity. To keep this trend intriguing and new, nail artists and enthusiasts are pushing the envelope by experimenting with gradients, patterns, and embellishments.

Essentially, the attraction of pink almond nails is derived from their visual appeal as well as their capacity to inspire self-assurance, originality, and inventiveness. They are a timeless representation of elegance and style that captivate the minds and emotions of people looking to add a little sophistication and charm to their daily existence.

[starlet-sky]

💕💚

[ollypopwrites]

Just got my nails done and the lady did such a perfect job I can actually type AND she didn’t burn the shit out of me which is a plus I love her lmao

[cravinganescape]

NAILS BY HANINA

[saturnrings77]

"and i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere so i know where you go"

after snorting a line, rafe threw his head back, his pupils blown, a lazy smile on his face. he chuckles at the high taking over him as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of the couch. as the music faded away, he heard the sweet sound of laughter, a sound he had never heard before. his eyes shot open only a moment later, feeling a strong urge. he lifted his head up with a jerk and his eyes immediately zeroed in on you.

your hair was blown out prettily, falling to rest just around your midsection. you were adorned from head to toe in the finest gold jewellery you could owned, from necklaces to diamond rings. you were kook princess after all. your body was clad in a silky, pink, flowy dress, the hem ending at the tips of your fingertips. your fingers were manicured in almond-shaped acrylics glazed with pearl iridescent polish.

everyone else faded around you. he could only hear your soft laughter, watching your head get thrown back by whatever your friend says. watches you gracefully walk around greeting everyone you knew. rafe was in awe. no one knew that, not at the way his eyes were intently looking at you. he seemed more agitated than anything.

"what y'looking at, country club?" barry nudges rafe with a smirk, eyes trying to focus in on what rafe was glaring at. rafe's head ticks in annoyance."nothin' " he doesn't even look towards barry's direction.

"kook princess, huh?" barry chuckles but rafe sees it as nothing but a threat. his hands come up to lock around barry's neck.

barry raises both his hands in surrender. "woah, there, country club. y'don't gotta worry about me ."

rafe wanted you and he would stop at nothing to have you.

you don't think much of it when the house next door that had been for sale for a while had been bought. you smiled in delight when you noticed a moving truck unloading boxes. you took it upon yourself to welcome your new neighbour by baking some brownies only to find out that rafe had moved in next door.

the moment he found out you had a car, he placed a tracker in such a hidden spot, even the mechanics wouldn't see it.

he befriended your older brother just to go to your house and watch you prance around in the skimpiest bikinis and pyjama sets.

he'd sneak into your room when your brother is busy in the bathroom and go through your underwear drawer or dirty laundry just to steal some of your panties. you think nothing of it when your underwear goes missing because everything goes missing on laundry day.

from staying over at your house so much, he'd come to learn your schedule. he'd even go as far to stage run-ins with you, wondering how you guys are coincidentally at the same place at the same time. one meeting that really irked you was how he was just walking past your nail place in the cut knowing damn well he'd never go near that place.

the more you guys ran into each other, the slitter your outfits would get. tighter tops and skirts. your tops would sometimes be lingerie especially at parties. you had caught onto his antics.

little did he know that you wanted him too.

[f1smutwriter]

Hi tis me again

I feel awkward with all the request. I'm just obsessed with f1 rn.

Pierre learning to do your acrylic nails so he can spend more time with you during the f1 season.

This guy's love language is acts of service and quality time

Chilling in the hotel in pajamas drinking wine and sushi getting your nails done by pierre gloating about your man on socials like "your bf could never but here's what mine does." Maybe he gets teased about ut by the other drivers but who cares he bagged a bad bitch and he's in love.

Almond shape but otherwise what ever is fine.

| 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧 (𝐩𝐠𝟏𝟎)

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Pierre the perfect boyfriend anyone could ask for. He adores his girlfriend and treats her like the princess she is. So he learned to do nails just for his princess

Warnings: nothing just some tea and cursing

Notes: Gosh these Pierre fics you request gosh I love them. Like these are my favorite things to write when the guy just does something to spend time with you. This is my first time doing the Instagram thing on tumblr but I do them all the time on Wattpad so if you don’t like it just let me know and I’ll change it for you girl. Hope you love it!

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“Ma chérie you ready” he called out for me as I come out of the bathroom with a smile. “Hi handsome” I smiled kissing his lips softly as I sit down on the bed so he can paint my toes. “I learned this cool new thing. Best thing ever” he smiled as he rubbed my feet softly making me sigh feeling more relaxed.

“Handsome I don’t know why you do this, you don’t have to” I whispered softly making her chuckle softly. “Mon cœur I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to” he smiled softly kissing my leg making me shiver softly. “I get to spend more time with you, plus I want to pamper my girl” He smiled making me blush from his words.

“Why do you have to be so perfect all the time” I mumbled before he snorts causing me to laugh with him. “You know what sounds amazing right now” I whispered softly as he looks up at me. “Why are you whispering” he laughed making me kick him softly. “Sushi and wine” I groaned softly craving both of them. “Want me to order us sushi and wine” he asked softly making me nod frantically. He goes over to the phone and orders room service.

“Coming in about 30 minutes” he said softly making me squeal. “thank you baby” I whispered kissing him feeling him grab my waist to kiss me back softly. “Gosh you have no idea how in love I am with you” he whispered kissing my neck softly. “Let’s get back to your nails before I take you right here right now” he said sitting me down on my chair while he paints my nails.

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yourusername: get you man who does all this for you, and his excuse to do all this was. “Amour I need to pamper you”

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charles_leclerc: this needed to stay in the drafts

yourusername: someone is mad I took their man

charles_leclerc: mad your always second place 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: really because last time I checked I’m first place babes 😙

pierregasly: my pretty girl I love you ❤️

yourusername: I love you more handsome

User: Charles hate to break it to you but your second

charles_leclerc: I know :(

alexandrasaintmleux: oh for Charles to do this for me

yourusername: you don’t need Charles babe you have me 😉

charles_leclerc: back up bitch or we fight

yourusername: I’m slashing all your tyres

carlossainz55: NO please don’t we need to win

yourusername: oh well bye bye Ferrari

lilymhe: the fact I’ve been stalking your page

yourusername: babe stalk my page all you want

alexalbon: not only are you stealing my girl but Charles girl to

yourusername: I’m after all the wags my master plan

lilymhe: tbh I’d let her take me

alexalbon: 😣

maxverstappen1: he’s lowkey whipped for you

yourusername: yes he is and guess what I love it

pierregasly: I am she gives good head 💁‍♂️

yourusername: 😧

pierregasly: it had to be said Mon amour I’m sorry

User: I want a guy to treat me like this

User: me to they make me feel so single

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“Mon amour you posted me” Pierre asked shaking his head making me giggle. “Yes I had to baby, had to show everyone who my man was” I smiled before he grabbed me putting me on his lap. He started kissing my neck softly, feeling myself let out a small whimper. “I love you so much you have no idea baby” he whispered softly in my ear making me blush. “I love you more handsome” I smile before he kissed my head softly. “I love you the most princess” He whispered going back to kissing my neck.

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Pierre just got on the paddock now walking towards his garage to look at the car, but he got stopped by one of his best friends. “Bro painting her nails and all of that your whipped mate” Charles snorted before laughing at him. “Why am I whipped because I love my girl” He smiled at Charles before Charles shakes his head.

“I do it because I don’t spend time with her I’m always away, so it gives us some time together” Pierre explained making Charles let out a small smile. “It’s nice to see you like this man, all in love and everything” Charles commented as Pierre feels his cheeks get red. “Me in love what about you and Alex I see how you guys are with each other” Pierre laughed softly now making Charles blush a bit. “Look at us two blushing fools” Charles snorted making them both laugh out.

“Who would have thought” Pierre laughed softly as they both walk down the paddock.

“Who would have thought” Charles smiled softly

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Notes: I’m sorry this was short but I kinda was running out of things to say. I hope you guys liked it, and please send more requests I beg you.

[scorpioriesling]

Dangerous Woman

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mdni

Summary: You've known the High Lord's oldest son for years, but he has never seemed to take much of an interest in you. Did he think you were perhaps too... simple? Boring? Safe? It all comes to a head when you finally reveal how dangerous you can really be.

SR’s Note: THIS IS FILTHY HAHAHA IM SORRY. I have boarded the Eris train and haven't even THOUGHT about getting off yet -- I really hope you guys like this eeeeeek

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“Did you bring an extra pair of tights?”

“Always - top zipper. I think they’re a medium,”

“Ugh. You’re literally a lifesaver.”

*sigh* “Aren’t I?”

Your friend Amalia playfully winks at you, taking the extra pair of pantyhose from your overnight bag. You glance at her legs, eyes catching on the long rip down the side of her caramel colored tights she currently dons. Returning your gaze to the mirror you’re seated before, you continue to work on the black winged liner you were previously applying, tuning out the hustle and bustle around you. After a few moments of pinning down flyaways, powdering your nose once more, and practicing kissy faces in the mirror to yourself, you finally decide you’re ready.

You take a swig from the water canteen on your vanity, rolling your neck and swinging your ponytail in the process. Amalia catches your eye through the mirror from behind you, stalking closer with another blonde girl wearing nothing but a tiny shimmering bralette and skirt set.

“You look hot, Y/N!” She squeals, flipping your ponytail with her flingers and you beam at her, turning in your chair to meet her eyes. You might be ��hot”, but Amalia… Amalia was beautiful. Her body curved in all the right places, and she knew how to move to draw the eye to each and every one. Not to mention her full lips, only matching the captivity of her almond shaped, chocolatey brown eyes that seemed to complement her rich skin tone in the best way. If you didn’t have such a life long… thing?… for the High Lord’s kid, you might even be attracted to her yourself.

“Ohhh, don’t flatter me too much Mal,” you say sweetly. She rolls her eyes, and stretches a hand to you. You take it, standing to your full height and smooth your short black skirt down your upper thighs. The leather matched the knee high black leather boots you chose for tonight - and, of course, the miniature, rather revealing bikini top you sported as well. Amalia’s whoops and whistles, twirling you around and you make a show of sticking out your butt and pursing your lips, which leaves you both in a fit of laughter at your show.

“C’monnn,” she says, taking your freshly manicured hand in hers once more and guiding you toward the door. “I heard there are quite a few High Fae in attendance tonight.” She tosses a wink over her shoulder to you, and you stop dead in your tracks. Her glittery blonde friend who’d been following close behind nearly bumps into your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, black nails a blur as your hands wave in front of you. “High fae? Like… from this court?” You ask. Amalia allows a devilish grin to spread over her face.

“You heard me. Like… royal family, High Fae.” She responds, crossing her lithe arms over her chest. Your face immediately begins to heat.

“Ooh why? Is there someone you’re hoping to see?” Amalia’s bubbly blonde friend asks. The sequins on her bralette flutter as she practically bounces in excitement. You chew on an acrylic nervously.

“Only the High Lord’s oldest son,” Amalia starts, and you roll your eyes, feigning indifference. The blonde’s eyes widen in interest as she looks between the two of you, practically begging for more details. “Y/N has been in looove with him since she was a mere child-“

“Oh Amalia, you and your silly stories.” You huff, but the blonde claps her hands together, a wide smile taking over her face.

“Oh my gosh!! Really!” She is bouncing up and down now, and you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips as Amalia chuckles in amusement.

“Oh yeah, really. But, outside of this place, Y/N doesn’t actually speak to the guy,” Amalia clips, frowning at you. You return the sentiment. “I just don’t understand— you are such a good performer in here, why not show him any of that outside of Markov’s?” She asks.

“Uh, because I want him to like me for me? Not because I, ya know, sometimes hang out in a brothel?” You say, hands gesturing with each word. The blonde shakes her head.

“Wait a second. You actually know him? Like, in real life?” She asks. You nod, her crystalline blue eyes widening with the realization.

“She’s his family’s personal record keeper,” Amalia cuts in. “And, she literally grew up with the dude. Same school, same social circles, yada yada yada…” she says, waving a hand. The blonde takes your hand in hers affectionately, staring at you wide eyed.

“But, what will you do when he recognizes you? If he does come in here?” She asks. You open your mouth to answer, but stop as Amalia pulls something from her own bag beside the dressing room door.

“He usually isn’t seen in here,” she says, handing a black shiny … something? to you. “But, if he does, he won’t know. Because she has this to conceal her identity.” You arch a brow, unfolding the item placed in your hands.

“I mean, it even goes with your outfit. How could you refuse?”

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“Any luck?”

“Nope,” you say, tugging on the bottom of your black bunny mask with a defeated sigh. On a night like this, usually you’d have already found someone in search of your services, but… you couldn’t help but turn down just about every one with the High Fae rumor going around. You so desperately wanted to see Eris — or did you? Would it really be a good thing if he was hanging out in a brothel? You weren’t sure.

The fact of the matter was, Amalia was right — you’d been pining over this man for fucking centuries, and he never really seemed to spare you a second glance. You tried everything; being kind, being friendly, being honest. You’d opened up to him over time even, but no matter what he was just always that much more distant from you — like whatever step you’d take toward him, he’d take one backward. It hadn’t been until the last time you’d talked to him that you decided to try something different, to see if this new approach would get any rise out of him.

Was lying wrong? Yeah. Was it a punishable offense? Depends. Was saying you had a boyfriend to get a reaction out of him grounds for jail time? Absolutely not.

And ya know what? It didn’t even seem like he cared that much anyways.

“Listen babe, I’ve been keeping you company all night, but,” Amalia glances over her shoulder at a muscley brunette man eyeing her from a couch across the room. “…I’ve got a line of my own forming. Think you can manage on your own?”

Before you can respond, your new bubbly acquaintance from earlier beelines toward you two, out of breath when she finally makes it to you.

“I…. I think I found… your…” your head tilts as you try and make out what she’s saying between breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Who?” Amalia asks in a hushed whisper. The blonde only turns, and both of your eyes follow her line of sight to the unmistakable head of auburn locks, standing and socializing in the room across the hall. Your breath catches in your throat; there’s no way he’s here.

“Ohhh… oh babes you know what you need to be doin’.” Amalia chuckles, and you glance at her, cheeks reddening.

“Now is not the time to be shy girl! And besides, you have on a damn mask, Cauldron’s sake; he won’t even know it’s you. Now go! Play up the “sexy” before someone else tries to snatch him away.” She shooes you on, and your feet spring into action. The heels of your boots tap tap tap across the wood floor, many gazes turning to you as you saunter toward the bar he’s standing in front of.

Play up the sexy, you remind yourself. He doesn’t even know you’re… you under here.

You approach the bar, leaning against it as the bartender walks up to you. The coolness of the steel eases the burning of your skin a little, and offers some stability in your nervous state.

“The usual,” you say with a wink, faking confidence. It works as Grevin, the usual bartender smiles, and begins on your Malibu with pineapple juice, *extra strong*, just how you like it. You feel your skirt riding up a bit as you lean further over the lip of the bar, exposing the backs of your upper thighs and you can feel his stare finally on you.

Perfect. Right where you want him. It’s not long before you hear his signature scoff next to you, as he leans on an elbow mere inches from where you stand.

“My my,” he begins, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “What do we have here?” You slowly turn your gaze to meet his, and watch as his amber eyes drink you in fully, roaming from the very tips of your rabbit eared mask down to the toes of your leather boots. You gulp. Play up the sexy.

“You like what you see?” You ask teasingly, crossing one ankle over the other and folding your arms under your chest. Eris smirks, only inching closer to you and dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes continue to feast on your exposed skin. Gods he’s so impossibly gorgeous-

“I do,” he says casually. He extends a soft hand, and you place yours in his. You feel like lightning ripples through you from his touch, and you want to relish in this most simplistic moment. “Eris.” He says.

Shit. Uhh… you didn’t think this far. He’s gazing at you like he’s expecting some kind of answer, and you try to quickly come up with a good fake name, but thankfully don’t have to — Grevin approaches and sets your drink down in front of you. You accept it, throwing it back and downing the whole thing.

“Impressive,” Eris drawls. When you finish, he pulls you closer, so close you can smell his familiar cinnamon and cedar scent. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in Markov’s?” In seconds, he’s given a glass of his own amber liquid. He swallows half of it, eyes returning to yours for an answer.

“I uh, I work here.” Another lie. You only came as Amalia’s guest sometimes to make extra cash, and in hopes maybe you’d see him here, finally getting some kind of fucked up chance to be with him.

He raises his brows, nodding slowly, and drains his glass. He catches Grevin’s eye, nodding when the bartender asks if you’d both like another round. Slowly, his fingertips have moved to dance along the edge of your leather skirt, his skin only skimming the tops of your thighs and you suck in a breath. He grins devilishly down at you, eyes tracing over the curve of your breasts spilling from your top. He suddenly leans in close, his breath warm against your neck, sending chills across your skin as he whispers darkly in your ear.

“Be careful, don’t you know how easily leather can…” his free hand twirls in a swift motion, a small flame eliciting in the process.

“…burn?” He chuckles. He pulls back to peer down at you again, and you roll your shoulders back, drawing your pointer finger to drag downward from his top lip to his chin. You barely notice the — not one round, but two extra rounds — of drinks Grevin has set before each of you as you take in Eris’ feral gaze.

The fire in his eyes only seems to ignite as you lean in, your cherry scent familiarly intoxicating as you reply lowly; “maybe I enjoy being a little dangerous.”

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“I never really come to these types of places,” Eris says breathlessly, his hand grasping yours as you lead him drunkenly toward a room you know would be open for the evening. He let you lead the way after a few more rounds and some small talk at the bar, not complaining about the view from behind as he followed you up the stairs and down the dark hallway.

“Don’t worryyy,” you slur. He chuckles behind you, and you arrive at door #17. This one is reserved for you, rarely used, but yours nonetheless. You fumble to unlock and open it, Eris’ warm hands tracing up and down your sides as you fiddle with the door. Once inside, you opt to keep the lights off, allowing the moonlight from the open window to illuminate the room enough to your liking.

You close the door behind you, and no sooner than it clicks shut, his hands are pushing you against the back of it. The leather of your outfit squeaks in protest against the wood of the door and Eris’ body now holding you against it, his dark chuckle sounding in your ear. It was enough to release a bit more of the wetness already drenching the small cloth offered by your thong.

“Somehow, even after the… three? Four? Drinks we had,” his hands snake beneath the back of your skirt, shoving it up over the curve of your butt and palming your ass. You let out a soft groan — you’d only ever dreamed of this before, even if you could only half see his face in the moonlight. “…I never caught your name, gorgeous.”

Your cheeks redden, and you take the opportunity of his lips being so close to yours to crash them together instead of answering. His fingers squeeze your ass and you yelp, your soft cry muffled by his warm lips on yours. You yank open his shirt, the buttons easily coming undone and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. One of his hands moves to cup your face, thumb running across your jawline lovingly before he pulls away to meet your stare once more.

“Fine then, don’t tell me little rabbit,” he says, eyes wandering from your lips up to the leather rabbit mask you bore. “You’ll just have to be my little bunny to play with tonight.”

With that, his mouth was attacking yours again, lips in a tango with yours and tongue swiping along the edge of your mouth. You open, allowing him access and deepening the kiss as you both battle for dominance. You’re just content to explore so deep into a cavern so delicious — one you’d never thought you’d taste, not in any of the centuries you’d lived. His hands are all over you, first moving to knead your breasts harshly, relishing in the soft moans he draws from you in the process. Once he’s had enough teasing, he pulls you flush against him by your waist, his hard length pushing into the softness of your stomach. The feel of his long member only increases the ache between your thighs.

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” he says, pulling away breathlessly, eyes darkly boring into yours. In a moment of courageousness, you shove him backward, a feline grin on your face as he falls back onto to his elbows on the bed behind him. He smirks as you crawl on top of him, working to undo his corduroy confines, slipping them past the protruding tent near his navel and discarding them haphazardly to the floor. He helps by kicking off his undergarments and you can’t help but stare at his toned abdomen, his impressive length springing free with the absence of the confines.

Positioning yourself on your knees between his legs, you seductively lick a stripe up his shaft, and his chest begins to rise and fall unevenly. Your gaze meets his and you lick over the leaking tip of his cock, gripping half of his shaft in your fist and giving a few slow, tantalizing strokes. Your tongue continues to work around the exposed area, swirling around and teasing his length where a rather fat vein protrudes. He chews on his lower lip between his teeth, and you finally descend on his length, taking every inch you can down your throat while maintaining eye contact.

“Uh… ohhh my…” he utters, as you begin bobbing your head on his shaft slowly. Your hand pumps what can’t fit in your mouth, and one of his hands instinctively reach for the back of your head, softly pushing down with the rhythm of your motions around his cock.

“Fuck… oh fuck baby…” he softly pants, head rolling back as his hand pushes down on your head faster, harder. Tears begin pricking your eyes as his large member hits the back of your throat, and you try your best to hollow your cheeks and suck in as much as you can.

He continues to whimper and groan before you, and through your blurred vision, you can’t help but feel a twinge of pride. Sure, he may find you boring and uninteresting and anything else when you’re sitting in your office in his father’s palace. But now? He’s literally whimpering before you.

He’s pushed to an almost impossible depth and you choke a bit, his hips beginning to thrust up slightly to fuck himself into your sloppy mouth. Muffled groans emit from you as he thrusts in a few times, until you feel his dick slightly twitch in your mouth.

“Ohh fuck-“ he pulls his dick out of you in an instant, his hand moving to caress your jaw and tilt your head up to look at him. His wet length slaps against his stomach as trail of saliva drips down your chin, collecting near the valley of your breasts, and his eyes track it all the way. His thumb traces over your swollen bottom lip as he inhales sharply.

“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t want to cum just yet,” he says, removing his hand to slowly stroke himself once more. You take the moment to slide your skirt and thong down your thighs, discarding them to the ground. Eris watches intently as you continue to strip, left in only your tight little bra and him in his unbuttoned button-down. Kicking off your boots, you begin to seductively crawl atop Eris once more, and his fingers graze over your hips and round your ass once more before finding purchase on your hipbones. He grips tight and flips you, eliciting a soft squeak from you in the process. Now fully atop you, you can’t help the delight in letting him do as he wishes and be in control over you.

“Let me do this how I want?” he asks, eyes gazing at you in question. You lean up off the bed, biting his lower lip softly before releasing it and staring innocently back into his eyes.

“Use me however you want.”

Your words snap a chord of restraint in Eris, as he tosses your calves over his shoulders then, running his cock up and down your folds to collect your dripping wetness.

“Gods, so wet for me already…” he drawls, aligning his length with your needy entrance. Then, without warning, he grips your waist hard and slams into you, eliciting a sharp cry from you in response. He grunts at the tight squeeze, relishing in the way you clench around him.

“FUCK!” You shout, and he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in once more, a low growl reverberating in his throat.

“GODS, Eris-“ you gasp. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, quickening his thrusts — only pulling out halfway but still slamming into you all the same. Your small moans of pleasure seem to egg him on, pants and grunts occasionally emitting from him all the same. His eyes stay trained on you; your boobs bouncing beneath the confines of your bra, your mouth agape as you scream in pleasure for him, down to the slick spreading across his dick as it slides so easily in and out of you. You’re a vision; one he’d only dream of. One so similar to the dreams he has over and over, night after night.

“Fuck… oh, fuck this pussy feels so fucking good bunny,” he grunts out, and you continue to allow your moans of pleasure free fall from your lips. Your nails rake over his muscled back, surely leaving scratch marks as he drives into you. One of his hands detaches from your hip, threading his fingers through yours and holding it to the mattress above your head. You tangle your other hand in his incredibly soft locks, illuminated by the rising moon outside. The heat in your stomach continues to build, the coil winding tighter with each snap of his hips into yours.

“Eris I’m… I’m so close-“ you gasp, and he slows only for a moment, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before continuing his thrusts, now slamming into you at an impossibly rapid pace.

“FUCK, ERIS, I’m-“

“Gods YES baby, please Y/N — let me feel you cum baby,” he groans, and with that, the red hot coil in your stomach snaps. You release with a loud moan, pussy clenching around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Within seconds his warmth is filling you from the inside, his soft whimpers filling the room as you both ride out your highs.

After a few quiet moments, he stalls his movements and pulls out of you, and you instantly feel… empty. He takes the spot on the bed beside you, laying on his side and tucking an arm under his head. He brushes his fingers along the curve of your face as he studies you, and after a few moments in silence, he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry I, uh, I called you that.” he says, and you slide your eyes to his in confusion. He looks magnificent, even in the dim lighting, and you can’t help but feel a little sad that your night with him is drawing to a close.

“Whatever do you mean?” you ask. He sighs, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

“Uh… during.. I accidentally called you something I shouldn’t have.” He says. You continue to just look at him confusedly, and he continues.

“I said Y/N, and I uh, I didn’t mean to.” He explains, retracting his hand from you.

You blanch; when did he call you that? How did you overlook it? How didn’t you catch the sound of him saying your name?

You’re silent for a moment, contemplating the whole situation when he speaks again.

“It’s just,” he lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N is actually this girl, um, she’s someone I know. Well, I know her really well, actually. Known her quite a long time.” He says, and you can’t help the butterflies in your chest. He thinks he’s talking to a stranger, but you’re only hearing the love of your life talk about you.

“Mhm…” you urge. He turns to look at you, and you try to innocently mask the desperation in your eyes as they meet his whiskey colored ones. He props his head up on one of his hands.

“Well, I just got carried away I guess. I’m sorry, I was just… I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. I mean, I’m always thinking of her but… lately… I don’t know. It’s nothing you did! I mean you were great and all, I just… I can’t get her out of my head, I suppose.” You can’t help the guilt you feel as he looks away, sadness clouding his eyes as hope fills your heart. You never would’ve guessed he felt a fraction of this, based on how he usually interacts with you.

“So… why come here if you care so much for this girl?” You ask. He huffs a laugh, rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t think she returned my feelings. And, now I know she doesn’t because she told me she belongs to someone else,” he says, and you mentally kick yourself. What the fuck were you thinking telling him that? “You just look a lot like her, and I don’t know, I just got so caught up-“

“Have you told this girl how you feel?” You cut in, pretending to be helpful. He shakes his head, staring at a spot on the ceiling above.

“No… she told me said she has a boyfriend, so. I don’t really think it would matter much anyways.” Your shake your head, and your hand reaches out to lightly take his hand in yours. His turns his head, gaze meeting yours again, and you give him a reassuring smile as warmth only blooms brighter in your chest.

“Eris, I think anyone is crazy not to fall head over heels in love with you,” you say, and he grins. “In my opinion… you need to tell this girl how you feel as soon as you see her next. I’m sure she’d break up with that silly boyfriend of hers if she knew how you felt.”

“You really think that’d do it, huh?” He asks, hopefulness in his tone. You give him a wide, honest smile.

“I really, really do.”

ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[chnhyvng]

stray kids and what nails they would pick for you || ✨🤍

bang chan

chan loves a good almond shape, (yes, he knows the name of the shape you always get because he’s just attentive like that), and when you asked him he was delighted and honored!! he knows what you like and what you don’t, so him being the perfect boyfriend he is—picked something that you would like and him as well. plus you look good with pink (really any color) and he loved his sweet girl in pink!! of course he paid for it, and even sent extra “just because🤍.”

lee know

lee know doesn’t really care about what kind of nails you get as long as you love them. you could show up with claws for nails and he would just look at them, smirk, and then proceed to fake meow like the cat man he is. however, when you asked him he read your message and didn’t respond for a good 10 minutes. you thought he had simply not bothered to answer and you were annoyed at him, but then he sent this picture along with the message “for my little witch✨.”

changbin

we all know changbin is the biggest girl’s girl that has ever girl’s girl’d. so of course he had pictures of nail inspo just sitting in his gallery with the thought of you in mind, just patiently waiting for the day you would ask for them. the day eventually came and he sent the picture in quite literally less than a minute, quickly followed by a notification about you getting $500–which was way more than what your nails cost and changbin knew that (of course he did research on nail prices). however, you didn’t pry and simply thanked him later on for his…generosity!

hyunjin

hyunjin is a man of luxury. versace, louis vuitton, gucci—you name it he’s been on the cover of most luxury brands. so, his taste will be accordingly, however sometimes he’s very laid-back and simple! this isn’t your first time asking your jinnie for nail recommendations, and he hasn’t given you any that you haven’t loved—so you ask him every time you go to the salon. he gives you the prettiest inspiration too, and when you come home he looks at your nails, gushes over them, and then secretly admires them with a hint of pride on his face when he thinks you aren’t looking.

han

han is a pretty laid-back and down-to-earth man, so he doesn’t go for anything too fancy or over the top, but he does want his baby to be slaying and her nails to exude silent luxury. he also wants it to be trendy and cute so that you fit in while also being unique! black is his favorite color so of course he picks something black, but yours are pink and white so he decided to incorporate both of your desires into one style!! he was anxious about whether or not you would like it, but was very relieved and happy when you actually got them and showed him!

felix

this man is all for cutesy and demure! felix loves to scroll on tiktok and see all the trends so he knows that hello kitty and coquette are both in style, plus you love sanrio so it’s a win-win situation!! you called him while you were already at the salon and he sensed that you were a bit stressed because you had no idea what you wanted, so he calmed you down with his sweet words and soothing voice. then after making sure you were alright, he put you on speaker while he searched for nail inspiration for you to show your nail tech. he loved how you gasped and immediately began gushing over the nails when he sent what he found and you vowed to eat all the sweet creations he would make that week as thank you (even though you would either way.)

seungmin

the second-youngest contemplated on whether or not he should joke around and send a picture of teeth nails, but he decided not to torture you at that moment because he thought of something better to do later. seungmin wasn’t the most knowledgeable about nails and he didn’t know what was best for you—but he did know your favorite color so that had to help right? the male didn’t even know what an acrylic was and you began to worry if your boyfriend was the best person to ask, however seungmin pulled through and managed to find nails that you actually loved and got the next time you went to the salon.

jeongin

jeongin knew exactly what was in style and he actually thought about getting a simple style like this because he liked it, but he decided to save it for next time because he had a photoshoot soon and he didn’t know how they would react to it. so, he sent you the same picture he had saved as inspiration for his own style and sent a crying emoji afterwards to show how upset he was that you both couldn’t match!! he knew that you were fine paying for your own nails and he groaned about spending money on you (which he still does anyways despite the act he put on), but he sent you money for lunch with your friends. he knew you were going to be out all afternoon so he also sent you a text saying that you should be safe so he won’t have to go to jail if anyone attempted to hurt you:)

thank you so much for reading and leave a note if you enjoyed!! also: follow me for more skz reactions/imagines/fics!!

[celestiaras]

ft. ver vermillion, kotoka torahime, hex haywire, meloco kyoran, doppio dropscythe (seperate) x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ xsoleil & their hands┊0.4k words

contains: smut!! dom ver, koto, hex, melo, doppi & sub reader┊descriptions of hands, fingering, bunch of short thirsts i put together

➤ author's note: for the person who asked about ver's hands but i deleted the ask by accident, have all of xsoleil because uhhhh

ver’s hands… ivory-colored and slightly rosy at the joints. his knuckles are decorated with tattoos of small black diamonds, one for each finger and his middle is wrapped with a golden band. his nails are trimmed perfectly short to efficiently work on his studies, not ever painted because he has a bit of picking on the polish when nervous. he has a gentle but firm touch that makes you feel safe and secure, and he’s so skilled with them for so many things from spinning pencils to unraveling you in less than five minutes.

kotoka’s hands… slightly tanned compared to the others and with some golden rings. as a fashionable gyaru, she also has medium-length square acrylic nails that have blush pink french tips with lots of glittery sparkles and yellow decals to compliment her hair colors (her middle and ring are cut short, of course, a small price to pay to have fun with you). i also see her being double-jointed which allows her to be incredibly flexible while fingering you, able to effectively multitask by finding your sweet spot and rubbing your clit like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

hex’s hands… pretty bulky and veiny while decked out with silver rings of all sizes and designs, slighty worn around the edges but still look like they’ve been carved from marble. he sometimes paints his nails, but only on occasions when he wants to clean his look up. he’s slow and languid for the main purpose of being intimate, but it just really teases you and he gets a good chuckle from your whines before flat-out overstimulating you afterwards.

meloco’s hands… pale and elegant, the definition of the aesthetic pictures that pop on on pinterest with noticeable veins that line her skin and long, slender fingers. her nails are natural and shorter than kotoka’s because of her job as an exorcist, almond shaped and painted a dark purple that’s also kinda transparent. she thinks that her hands look prettiest thrusting into your cunt though, your arousel dripping from them before she presses them into her own mouth to taste you.

doppio’s hands… often hidden by his fingerless gloves but are rough and calloused from years of using them to throw punches and doing other hard labor like heavy lifting. his digits are a bit stubby compared to the others and his nails are always painted black to stop himself from biting on them and to help hide the fact that he does. he’s pretty clumsy, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in pure passion— experimenting with touching you while you show him what feels best until he becomes just as proficient as he needs to be.

[violetpixiedust]

based on this sinful gif set of joe keery ౨ৎ

making out with older!businessman!steve in his study, straddling his lap as he sits atop his herman miller chair, the mahogany door to the cozy room is locked shut. his facial hair is slightly grown out, longer than usual. dusting across the mature angles of his jaw and upper lip like flecks of bronze and gold, illuminated by the amber light of the emerald desk lamp. you giggle softly as the coarse hairs tickle you when he nuzzles the angled bridge of his sun-kissed nose against the perfume scented crook of your neck, large hands splayed behind your back as he pushes you closer to him. the gritty scent of tobacco and aged whisky envelopes you as he sighs hungrily, intoxicated, before his pearly teeth sink into the silky skin of your racing pulse point. he had been imaging the delicious jump of your heartbeat between his canines all throughout the charity gala he had hosted earlier that night- before he came home to you. all throughout his speeches, various introductions, countless firm hand shakes, one too many toasting’s of champagne. a soprano gasp tears through your bared throat, manicured fingers running up the rogue buttons of his patterned dress shirt, before meeting the smattering of curly chest hair from where it peaks out between his wide open collar, decorated with a gold chain that glints with every breath he takes. steve’s raspy grunt echoes between you two as your acrylic nails rake between the long, glossy strands of his chestnut / silver hair, scratching his scalp idly before playfully tugging on the thick roots at the nape of his neck. his large, calloused hands reach below your pleated skirt, squeezing the petal soft skin of your behind that escapes from the lacy panties you were gifted last week, relishing in your responsive squirm. steve had bought them for you while he was away on business, along with another twenty pieces just like it. baby pink and handmade in italy. you moan melodically, and steve swears it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. beating the endless symphonies he’s had to sit through in his fourty-five years around the sun by a landslide. his muscled forearms are on display, sleeves rolled up below wrinkled elbows. the bracelet he had gifted you for your most recent birthday, a delicate 14k gold piece encrusted with your birthstone, meets the genuine leather strap of his classic cartier watch as he lifts your hand in his, placing a firm kiss to the pulse of your wrist. a searing gentleness. a trembling moan escapes your strawberry chapstick coated lips as one of his long pointer fingers outlines the expensive panty hem that showcases the delightful curve of your bum, tracing the line all the way down to where it hugs just outside of your trembling mound. his slightly chapped lips pull up into a wicked smirk, before they smother your sweet sounds in a bruising kiss. the elder man unconsciously rolls his starchy dress pant covered crotch against your ever slicking heat, almond toned eyes practically rolling back into his skull at the delicious friction. your tongues meet. the tangy taste of lavender honey that emits from your mouth prompts him to sigh longingly, his wedding ring cold against your cheek as his left hand cups your angelic face. you languidly pull away from his dominating lips, a trail of saliva connecting you two as steve moans breathily at the sultry sight, attempting to torturously roll his hips up into yours once more. your plush pout forms a perfect ‘o’ shape much to his carnal longing, letting the soft wetness of your tongue brush the underside of his ring finger, before you enclose your mouth around the thick digit skillfully. you watch with glazed doe eyes as the almond ring of steve’s iris’s disappear within the blown ink of his pupils at your sinful actions. with a sharp ‘pop’ the gold band comes loose, sliding up his finger with the tight force of your warm little mouth, dizzying him with desire as you carelessly drop the offending piece of jewellery atop the imported carpet below you two. forgotten for now. you were only the babysitter after all… :)

[lexxspark]

Mike Schmidt Blurb: Nails

Nightmare trope! Mike has a nightmare while you guys are in bed and you find the best way to soothe him back to sleep.

A/N : I can’t escape my roots, I always eat up the nightmare trope.

Tags: established relationship! Hurt/comfort of course and mike x caring!reader

not proofread🙌🏻

You lay in bed peacefully asleep until you hear faint whispers and whimpers coming from the man sleeping next to you. At first you don’t think anything of it. It’s only when you hear a quiet sob and then a whisper of your name do you realize what’s happening.

Your boyfriend of a few months, Mike, had a horrible past. His brother went missing and he carries the guilt with him every day, his parents passing away leaving his little sister and him all eachother had. You met by babysitting Abby while he worked, then you got closer sharing hearts to hearts and opening up to eachother. He was the shy type so it was surprising that he opened up to you, but he knew it felt right. After he got up the courage to take you on a nice date with your favorite flowers and a reservation at your favorite restaurant, it was only a matter of time before he was helping you carry your moving boxes into his bedroom.

You sat up and looked over to him, his eyes were closed but his brows were furrowed In concern and fear. He was also very tense, you placed your hand on his arm and you could feel him flexing and relaxing in his sleep. He was turned to the side away from you, curled up a bit. You rubbed his arm and said his name, comforting him that it was just a dream and reassuring him that you were right here.

Mike’s eyes shot open, his breath was ragged as he sat up and looked around the room, searching for you and rubbing his eyes.

“Mike, I’m right here. Hey, you okay? Everything’s alright now love it was just a dream.” You looked at him, your hand on his cheek bringing him to look at you.

“Fuck, y/n I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His face was in his hands now, not wanting you to see him this way. Mike has always been riddled with nightmares and that was a part of him he was scared to share with you because he was an over thinker, worried you would grow tired of comforting him and you’d leave.

“Don’t be sorry. You know it happens, happens to me too. I’m right here through everything Mike you know that. I’m not going anywhere.” You grabbed his face gently for him to look at you. You rubbed small circles on his cheek with your thumb and he was reminded of you. Reminded of how much you cared for him and how he would do anything for you.

“Come lay back down with me?” Mike didn’t even respond he just wrapped his arms around you and you fell back into the bed, his head falling on your chest. In return you began playing with his hair to soothe him, not thinking much of it.

You heard a small whine come from him as he held you closer. You quickly asked him what was wrong and he said in almost a whisper, ”Baby your nails. Feels really, really nice.” You were confused for a moment until you remembered. You had gotten your nails done with Abby while Mike was at work. Just some simple long almond shape acrylics. You were using the tips of your nails to scratch mikes scalp and hair absentmindedly.

“Oh Mikey, I’m sorry.” you said gently.

“Nonono, don’t be sorry it’s so nice. It feels so good.” He said in response, that last sentence coming out in a whimper.

You laughed a bit before saying,”Anything to help you feel better baby. Sleep good for me okay?”

“I really love you.”

“I love you more Mike, you know that.”

And with that the two of you fell peacefully back to sleep. <3

A/n : thanks for reading! Happy holidays guys🗣️

[rarepears]

What kind of nails would the MDZS sects get if they had a nail salon there?

A nail technician has somehow transmigrated into MDZS but has a system that somehow gives them to modern day nail salon (with all materials required for the gel and acrylic nail services to continue).

Ancient China uses long nails as a symbol of rich and prestige. So... what kind of nails would the 4 great sects get?

The Jin Sect love to show off their vast wealth and increase their wealth at the expense of others. You KNOW their long AF acrylic nails are stiletto nails that are sharp enough to stab a man to death. It's got all the oversized rhinestone bling, dangling chains, and more.

The Lan Sect likes to have a more "natural" look. French gel nails (or boomer nails) in an oval or almond shape. A very natural "i totally woke up like this" nail edition like their nails are real and not Very Fake because apparently cultivators are very physical and end up breaking their natural nails often when they fight.

Aka they need to get gel or acrylic extensions right before any big cultivation gathering (like discussion conference or a wedding).

The Nie are blunt, all power and no subtly at all. They have XL coffin or square shaped nails in one solid color. (lol early death to a coffin so why not give them coffin nails). It's simple but bold.

The Jiang are pretty odd. They also nearly died out quickly but are steadily regaining their wealth and popularity. Still, they are the weakest of the great sects... aka they get the lipstick shaped nails. It's great for stabbing things, but it doesn't get too in the way when picking up lotus flowers, leaves, and pods thanks to one of the sides being less pointed than the other - it's all about the way you hold your fingers. Plus these nails aren't going to accidentally destroy nice leaves and petals like stiletto nails. They do like floral nails.

We don't talk about the Wen Sect. They don't get nail extensions but wear nail rings instead.

[boba-beom]

as someone who constantly has long gelx/acrylic nails, i too am having yj brainrot. he would definitely pick out your nail color and randomly send you $ to get them done bc “i want to see a new color wrapped around me” hhhhhhshdhdjdodnsksj

omg anon you have no idea how hard I just slapped my mouth omg—

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

just imagine how regular you jack him off? early in the morning he'll watch you work his morning wood away with your pretty lilac nails. until a couple of days later you check your phone to see an amount of money received from yeonjun with his text saying 'get your nails done. I wanna see a new colour wrapped around me.' of course you go and get them done, this time a cherry red and when he arrives home you're already in the living room, sitting on the sofa and your sweater paws hiding the new colour of your nails. you'd ask him if he's ready and he goes,

"I'm excited, let's see what colour my baby chose this time." and you let him sit down, getting into your usual position with you kneeling between his thighs, the ache of the bruising on your knees still present from the previous sessions.

once you've discarded his jeans and boxers your hand instinctively wraps itself around his hard shaft, at some point you do both hands and tease him by slowly roaming your pretty fingers against his red tip 🤭 just hearing him moan while he sees the similarity in colour but also from the light skimming from the tips of your nails

he'd whimper so much, begging you to making him feel good but you're having fun interlocking your finger together, around his cock, and showing him. I think his favourite shapes would be almond/stiletto just bc rounded edges of your nails gives him tingles down his spine 😋

oh and when he's close to cumming, he wants you to jack him off as fast as you can because he wants to see your pretty hands covered in his cum. when he does, his cum is dripping down your fingers, the palm of your hand. you even play with it and lit it drip from the tips of your nails, hearing yeonjun groan, even a mini shiver, at the sight of his translucent cum against the opacity of your red nails

[nanawritesit]

Random Headcanons I Have For The DDLC Girls 💞

Monika:

favorite pocky flavor is almond crush

loves cappuccinos

wants to learn ballet

does pilates (and is super into the pink pilates princess aesthetic)

is obsessed with skincare

her dream date is a picnic on a sunny day

a dog person, especially smaller dogs

listens to penelope scott and mitski

likes to listen to music on vinyl records

favorite flower is lily of the valley

wants to learn french

loves art museums and studying art history

wears almond shaped acrylic nails

favorite animals are deer and butterflies

favorite movies are girl interrupted, the virgin suicides, gone girl, and jennifer’s body

loves cheesecake, especially the blueberry kind

reads sylvia plath poems every night before bed

Yuri:

wants to study abroad in london

prefers dark chocolate over milk

favorite pocky flavor is matcha green tea

favorite bubble tea flavor is purple taro

spends so much time doing her eyeliner every morning trying to get her wings to match perfectly

has definitely tried slam poetry at some point

listens to black veil brides and my chemical romance

thinks snakes are really cool and wants one as a pet really bad

collects fancy stationary

is addicted to perfume, her favorite scents are jasmine and vanilla

wants to learn the cello

is subscribed to watcher on youtube

listens to true crime podcasts

falls asleep to asmr videos

her favorite movies are all of the tim burton ones, especially corpse bride

has an intense hair care routine

Natsuki:

went through an ouran high school host club phase, she won’t admit it but her favorite host is tamaki

has a full gaming pc setup… pink cat ear headphones and everything

a twitch streamer

listens to hatsune miku

plays cooking mama

convinced all of them to go to a cat cafe

collects sanrio merchandise (her fav is my melody)

loves sailor moon, her favorite scout is definitely sailor mars

wants to cosplay but is too nervous

a crystal collector, has an altar full of rose quartz

HATES exercise

collects keychains and pins of her favorite characters

loves buying cute socks with fun patterns

writes fan fiction on tumblr and actually has a lot of followers

is obsessed with strawberries

Sayori:

prefers pancakes over waffles

has a squishmallow addiction

plays animal crossing

always plays as baby peach in mario kart

favorite cereal is fruity pebbles

only orders hot chocolate at coffee shops

wants rainbow sprinkles every time she eats ice cream

is a huge kpop stan, definitely stans twice and collects their photocards. her bias is probably sana or nayeon

loves christmas and carefully planned out the perfect presents to give the girls, also organized a christmas party for all of them

cuts her own hair

wears a lot of blush and collects different brands, especially ones with cute packaging

ALSO collects sanrio merchandise, but her fav is cinnamoroll

loves studio ghibli movies! especially my neighbor totoro and kiki’s delivery service

drinks chocolate milk with every meal

[princessbrunette]

Hi princess!! I've really wanted to go get my nails done lately but I've never been before so I'm a little scared and I don't know what to expect ☹️ do you have any tips or anything like that? Love you girl 🙂🫶

aw don’t be nervous !! it helps to have a reference picture to help the nail tech understand what you want the outcome to be. they will ask you what shape you want, so have a little look online at nail shapes so u know what their names are. usually they go by things like round, square, slim square, coffin, almond, stiletto etc. if you see something you don’t like whilst they’re doing it, don’t be afraid to speak up and politely make sure they get u right !! if you’re getting acrylic etc i would suggest not going too long as you are new to having nails and may find it difficult to type / go about life. 💕🎀 hope this helped you pretty

[circusclownproductions]

Sometimes I want to get my nails done like actually done with little almond shaped acrylics and cute designs and stuff. Unfortunately I am afraid