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[dilemmaontwolegs]

What a Mess || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: After the disastrous start to the Brazilian GP, Charles needs an outlet Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, rough sex, choking WC: 1.3k

Charles didn’t say a word as he navigated his way through the garage to you. His team patted his back and offered words of consolation but he didn’t feel them, he didn’t hear them. All Charles needed was an outlet for the blood pulsing through his body with all the rage of an inferno.

You were on your feet as soon as you saw him round the corner and though you couldn’t see his eyes through the visor of his helmet you knew that they would have darkened with the storm of emotions ravaging him. He didn’t stop as he reached you, merely reaching out after ripping the glove off his hand and grasping your upper arm to tow you along with him.

“Charles, I’m so sor-”

“Don’t,” he spat, the tone clipped and acerbic. “Don’t say another word.”

You kept your lips closed and nodded as you let him guide you out of the sight of his team. The garage wasn’t as permanent as some of the other tracks, with temporary walls erected from thin materials, so silence was needed when he shut the door to his driver room. You watched as Charles grabbed a chair and shoved the metal back up under the door handle before testing its durability. 

Your fingers were already reaching for the zipper at the side of your dress as he tugged his helmet off his head and let it fall to the concrete floor with a crack. He tugged his balaclava off next and dumped it next to your dress at your feet as you reached for him. For a moment he closed his eyes and let you cradle his face, the lack of crease lines on his cheeks showing just how little he spent wearing the protective gear. You would do anything to see Charles race again - really race, like he did last year. 

Somehow he still had hope for next year.

But what he needed now, well, Ferrari couldn’t give that to him. Only you could give him what he needed. An escape.

“Turn around,” he whispered as he caught your hands and pulled them away from his face. “Bend over.”

You complied in an instant, eager for the pleasure he promised and the high he was chasing. Your hands spread across his massage table as you pressed your front down onto the cold black vinyl and heard the velcro snap of his collar before the zipper was dragged down his race suit.

“Don’t make a sound,” he breathed across your skin and you shivered with delight as dropped to his knees behind you. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”

His palms grasped your ass, roughly massaging them as he watched you squirm on the table impatiently. Next came his teeth, a chuckle following the bite to the sensitive skin at the back of your thigh as your back stiffened with the sounds you barely suppressed. His strong hands pushed your stance wider and his breath was heavy at the sight before him.

Finally. Finally, he buried his head between your legs and dragged his tongue along your slit. You couldn’t hear his moan when he tasted you but you could feel the vibrations on your core and your nails nearly pierced the vinyl at the sensation.

Charles worked you into a frenzy with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He wasn’t happy until your legs could barely hold you without buckling and your silence was broken with a muffled cry. One orgasm rolled into the next and you lost yourself in the heady feeling, your mind empty save for the man who rose to his feet behind you.

“You’re a mess,” he whispered in your ear as he draped his body over yours, pride thick in his tone. You relished the weight that pinned you in place and the warmth of his skin on yours, barely being able to remember when he had stripped his fireproofs off. Charles’ hand fisted your hair and turned your head to crane back enough to see his green eyes jaded. “You’re a mess, just like me.”

Whatever argument you might have put up was swallowed by his kiss and it was just as messy with teeth and tongue. You melted at the growl he gave as he won the fight for dominance as he always did and a hand slipped between your bodies as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Putain,” he swore as he reverted back to his native tongue. Your neck was still strained and the ability to talk or even swallow was almost impossible but still a strangled sound escaped as he snapped his hips and filled your cunt with one hard thrust. “Shhh, ma chat.”

You tried, you really tried, but your brain was no longer connected to your body as he fucked you into a mindless state. Your eyes rolled back into your head with each long stroke and your ability to breathe was lost when he bent his knees and somehow found a deeper angle. 

There was no hope of keeping quiet when he found the sweet spot deep inside you and whatever he saw on your face had his hand curling around your throat. The sound that was building deep in your chest was choked with his tightening fingers and your heartbeat began to throb in your ears. 

Your head spun and your body reacted, your hips bucking and your core tightening. Just when you thought you were going to have to reach for his hand, his fingers loosened and your lungs gasped for fresh air before it was stolen again. He knew what you could handle, and you knew you could trust him. He needed this as much as you did. He needed to be in control of something when it seemed everything was out of his reach. You were more than willing to let him control you. 

This time when your orgasm came your cunt clenched tight around his cock and he trembled at the feeling. He called you his vice, in every sense of the word, and he relinquished the control he had yearned for as he lost himself in his own blissful release. 

For a few moments he just lay there, draped across your body like a comforting blanket but all too soon the noise of the world around returned to your drumming ears and reality drew him from you. 

“Why the fuck am I so unlucky?” he asked as he swiped his clothes from the floor, but you weren’t sure if he was asking the universe, himself or you.

“There’s no such thing as luck, Charles,” you answered anyway. His eyes flicked to you and watched your skin disappear beneath the dress you pulled back on. “Ferrari is unreliable. If you want to change your ‘luck’, start with changing your team.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he sighed. He kicked the chair aside that blocked the door before opening it and brushing his sweaty hair back into place. “I’ll see you tonight?”

He shouldn’t have had to ask and his insecurities only made you sad as you stepped closer to him. You caught his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tipping his head down so you could see your reflection in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

His smile almost chased away the shadows on his face before he kissed you, soft and gentle this time. “I should go.”

“You smell like sex.”

He froze and realised he hadn’t even been thinking clearly enough to wash his face and after running his tongue over his lips he could still taste you. A real smile grew on his face and his head fell forward to touch yours with a laugh. “Oh my god, I told you I am a mess.”

“Yes, you are,” you agreed with a laugh as you closed the door again. “But this is a mess that I can help with. Come on, take a seat, it’s my turn to boss you around.”

[monarchberrysblog]

🫧࿐ THE BREAKING POINT ࿔*:･ﾟ

⋅ᯓᡣ𐭩 introduction | my love mine all mine

🔞 Miguel O'Hara x fem!Reader

tags: strangers to close friends to lovers, college au, slow burn, fluff, angst, and older brother's academic rival.

summary: when rivalries go too far, Miguel takes to another level of extreme...

content warning: fluff, no warnings

word count: 569 words (it's the intro, guys)

author’s notes: oh my god, this took a LONG time to work on. But here we are!

“What's your favorite color?” She asks in a soft tone, looking up at me in anticipation. I hum to her, soon looking down at her deep brown eyes. “My favorite color…” I mused to her, soon taking hold of her hand in a gentle grasp. My hand lightly squeezed hers, and I thought for a good moment.

I looked down at her anticipating eyes; her eyes were brown like Dana’s; however, there was something different about hers. Her eyes were brown. Brown like sweet, syrupy honey in the sunlight on a cold winter evening or being melty, like milk chocolate on a hot summer day with hints of golden specks.

Who knew that the color of cinnamon and mocha tasted so good to consume but to look at; at every given moment when she looked up at me with anticipation, brown wasn't Dana’s color. It's her. It belongs to her.

“Brown.” I shrugged before looking down at her.

"Really?" She retorts, her eyes squinting in playful disbelief. "That's such a basic answer. What type of brown are we talking about here? Bread brown or shitty brown?" She playfully punches my arm, causing a brushing sting under my skin that I can't help but rub.

I pause momentarily, gather my thoughts, and then look down at her with a small smile. "No, no," I chuckle, ruffling her hair into a muss. Her neatly painted acrylic nails reach up and fix the mess I left behind. “Think of mahogany wood.” I shrug before wrapping an arm around her. “Oh, okay!” She beams happily, resting her head on my shoulder.

It was easy to assume that the simile went over her head. Mahogany wood is one of the most durable and robust hardwoods. Strong to endure as flooring, even strong enough to build boats and yachts. Strong-headed, like her.

Mahogany. A dark amber color that you manage to light up when you get excited, especially when she sees the things she loves. Little red mushrooms with white spots, hearing that a pizza has stuffed crust, or how you discover pockets in your sundresses. Or how someone can remember something so simple about you.

I never want to forget the sparkle in your eyes.

“Your eyes,” She chimes in, cutting my train of thought.

“What about them?” I challenge her.

“They’re a russet color but a bit more red.” Her smile is so goddamn contagious, like the bubonic plague. It took everything in my system not to smile at the description. “Okay, and?”

“They’re beautiful.”

It felt like my heart skipped a palpitation from the cute, innocent compliment. I huffed, pretending to be amused by the compliment, trying to hide the crooked smile that was twitching to form. “You… Shut up.” I huff out to her, soon turning away from her, allowing her to be looking at my back instead of my crooked smile. “You’re smiling…”

“No, I’m not…” I mumbled through my palm, masking the smile.

“You’re smiling!” She repeats this but with such victory in her voice. “I want to see it!” She rushes over before me and grabs my wrist with her hand, wanting to see the shitty, crooked grin on my lips.

I shake my head, a smile playing at the corners of my lips as I press my hand against my mouth, muffling my voice. “No, you're not going to see,” I say, the words barely audible.

“Please?”

“No.”

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[richarlotte]

Best DIY Products?

It seems like every girl I know, myself included, has lash extensions. Kiss is the brand I use. I’ve used kits from Amazon in the past, but because Kiss is so accessible and easy for me to find, I stick with them. It’s very convenient to do your own lash extensions; these ones are comfortable and last forever, and they look good too. If you don’t want to pay $110+ for a fresh set of lashes, I’d strongly recommend learning how to do your own and how to customize a set. You can learn how to apply individuals, create a lash map, and maintain a set on TikTok/Insta, and I'd strongly recommend gathering lash inspiration there as well. 

If wearing lash extensions isn’t your thing, then I’d recommend tinting your lashes and brows to make them pop. I tint both my lashes and my brows using Eylure products, and I’ve put most of my girls onto them as well; they come in a range of colors, they don’t stain my skin, they’re easy to apply and not at all irritating, and they’re so cheap. I would avoid using Ardell and Just For Men products (Ardell tints aren’t flattering and JFM isn’t meant for delicate facial skin) and always patch test before applying a new product to your face. I tint my lashes black and my brows dark brown, and I get a good three weeks of wear before I need to tint again and redo my lashes and eyebrows.

Nails are another major part of the equation, and the girls in my dorm either do press-ons, acrylics, or gels. It’s easy to prep your nails and use press-ons, and Kiss makes a really good line of French nails. These are the most popular nails in my dorm; they’re always sold out when I go to Ulta or Target near my campus, and they look really good when properly applied and maintained. I have acrylics on, but these were my go-to when I did press-ons; they lasted up to four weeks with proper care and maintenance, and I found that they were just as durable as my acrylics. I would recommend using a clear gel top coat, prepping your nails, and oiling your cuticles daily to help your press-ons last, and I’d watch a tutorial to see how to apply them before leaping in.

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys with a reader who’s a a tall lady, not like normal tall lady but Lady Dimitrescu kind of height:

Here’s a little bit of her biography: https://residentevil.fandom.com/wiki/Alcina_Dimitrescu

And the reader’s devil trigger looks like Alcina’s other mutation form

P/S: Hope you have a cool pillow to sleep on both sides

Thank you, I could use a cool pillow given how hot it is over here.

Sparda boys + V x Lady Dimitrescu-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is used to being way bigger than everyone around him, so this is new and exciting.

-He likes the fact that he has to look up when talking to you; it makes him feel secure for some reason, like he can really and truly trust you.

-Though he was surprised the first time, he loves it when you pin him him the wall. He's just kinda hanging there, swinging his feet and all that.

-Your haughty nature is just another excuse for him to start friendly arguments, which you eagerly go along with.

-He thinks your "devil trigger" or whatever you want to call it is pretty unique, and isn't terrified of it in the least.

-He still thinks you're prettier in your normal, but giant human form, even more so after he finds his face pressed up against your thighs whenever you two hug.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil loves you for who you are, not your intimidating size. He needs to be in control; the dominant one in the relationship. You and your giantess body are ruining that!

-He claims that your height is unsettling and often says that he thinks of you as an ogre woman, (affectionately) you know that isn't true.

-Though he would rather lose to his younger brother than admit it, he likes the fact that you're bigger than him, especially when you cradle him in your arms like he's your little baby--and in a way, he is.

-Will judge people with you, especially people who have the misfortune to pass by your home, making rude yet posh remarks on their appearance.

-Likes your "outdated" sense of fashion too; it's not every day that he sees someone dressed so elegantly.

-Your devil trigger is...well...something. He's not sure what it is, but it's definitely a thing.

□ Nero □

-Nero was shocked by your enormous height, not used to seeing anyone this big before.

-He thought you were a very pretty lady, though, despite the fact that you towered over him like Godzilla over Tokoyo. Height shouldn't dictate everything, and yes, that applies to both of you.

-He likes the fact that you can easily scoop him up and carry him to previously out-of-reach areas. It's so much more convienent than using his grappling hook arm thingy.

-Will jump onto your back out of nowhere, surprising and prompting you to give him a piggyback ride.

-Your devil trigger might seem like a monstrous creation to others, but Nero thinks it's badass. Love really is blind.

● V ●

-You had him at "hello there, little thing."

-All he ever wanted was to be loved, protected, cared for, and cuddled. That's it, and you can give it to him.

-Greets you every day by hugging you (as best he can) and kissng your hip because the rest of you is too high up.

-When no one's around and he has some downtime, V would love to sit in your lap and just sleep, his head buried in your warm chest.

-Very intrigued by your long, retractable nails, wondering how they work, what you can do with them, how durable they are, if you like painting them, if you'll let him paint them, etc.

-Is not frightened by your devil trigger in the slightest. If anything, his morbid soul finds it even more interesting.

[anarchyincarnate]

Rest now, Love

C/W; Mentions of overstimulation, Bathtub sex, Virgin!Thoma, attempted murder in the beginning, slight rushed ending. (This is Anarchyincarnate's blog after all)

You watched as the decayed remains of a sinner compiled into a small mound onto the tatami floor under you. The woman was on trial for combining illegal substances into your meal of the day, though thankfully you didn't eaten the tainted concoction. Ayaka wasn't as lucky, however.

You rushed to the princesses aid after seeing the girl coughed violently post-finishing half of her plate, with Ayato looking at you in concern. The commissioner ordered all servants to gather into the main hall, while Thoma assisted the weakened Ayaka into another room, her arm slinging onto his shoulder.

Ayato was furious beyond belief and his cold glare was on full display, no longer he bare the snarky and coy facade. The scent of blood wafted through the air, as thick gold fog began to spread from your bloody palm. Having digged your pointed nails into your soft flesh, you released your power into the surrounding area, rendering everyone speechless.

"I will create a bargain for you all, confess your wrongdoing now, or forever hold your silence." You remarked, eye twitching in anger. Your power is harmful to humans in large doses, so it's clear either one confess or all of them suffer. Vision holders are surprisingly more durable than normal citizens, as such Ayato merely leaned back against a pillar.

Eventually a man caved in and bowed down, pressing his forehead onto the floor. "My highness, lady Yumeno had boasted to herself earlier that it'll be a matter of time until your reign comes to an end. This is preposterous of her so please, Punish her for her crime." He said, taking in deep breaths between each word as his lungs hurt due to the toxic air.

Yumeno who heard it was taken aback, she had made sure no one was around her when she assured herself a moment before. She stepped back, glancing towards the main door, looking for a chance to escape.

"Sieze her." Ayato's voice cut through the thick atmosphere, and with a snap of his fingers, his shuumatsuban workers held onto Yumeno's body rendering her immobile.

You took a step forward towards the girl, raising her chin with your index finger. "A pity such beauty had gone to waste." You chided, before you felt something pierce your abdomen.

Looking down, you saw a bloodstain that spread out amongst your white dress shirt. The end of a dagger was imbedded into your side, with Yumeno's purple nails letting go of it.

She smirked, and made a run for the door. Her escape hadn't gone far as a grotesque, and monstrous form with numerous mouths and eyes grew out of your right arm, it's teeth embedded into Yumeno's back and rib cage.

"What a fool." You mumbled before transfering your decaying power into said arm, effectively withering her body into dust.

Those who were present thankfully had closed their eyes under Ayato's command, saving you from further questioning. You reformed your arm to its original state, and pulled the dagger out of you as the damaged area began to heal.

Ayato walked towards you, dismissing the servants and placing your still bloodied hand into his gloved ones. 

"Kamisato, let's see how your sister is faring. We shouldn't waste anymore time." You muttered, waving off his concern. The two of you walked towards the ward, where Thoma is waiting.

The blonde had finished wiping Ayaka's blood that dripped onto her chin as the latter slumbered peacefully. Thoma perked up hearing the door closed, turning around to see you and his master walk in.

"How is she?" Ayato's tone was laced with concern after seeing her in such condition. Thoma got up from his chair and allowed you to take a closer look at Ayaka's body.

"Arsenic. A common poison from Fontaine." You deduced after noticing her laboured breathing. "It's likely to be non fatal, though I recommend you give her this medication when she wakes up." You grabbed a small bottle of pills in the cupboard above you.

The commissioner nodded, and smiled, thankful for your help. Thoma glanced down and noticed the golden blood still dripping down your hand. "My lord, we must-" "Prepare a warm bath for me along with clean clothes, I'll be waiting here with Ayato." You cut him off, sitting down onto a small sofa beside the bed, while Ayato sat by his sister's side.

"U-Understood, sir." Thoma bowed and left you both to do his task. You took out a book of your choice, and began to read it's content. Ayato smiled seeing a familiar sakura bookmark dangle from the books spine.

Your ears heard the familiar slide screen door opening, and Thoma walked in. "It's ready, sir."

Bidding Ayato farewell, you closed your book and placed it on the sofa. Thoma lead you both through the mansion, and opened the bathroom door for you.

There were dendrobium petals scattered in the tub, along with your favourite toiletries. You began to undo your clothing, dropping the fabric onto the flooring below. Thoma, being the respectful man he is, turned his head away from your body, a faint redness staining his cheeks.

The sound of water splashing brought his gaze back to you as he sat on the tub's edge. He removed his gloves before placing his hands onto your head. The man poured some shampoo onto his palms before rubbing the liquid through your beautiful locks.

You sighed softly, liking the tender touch his hands brought. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, your mind wandered into the past. The laugh of your sibling as they splashes water onto you while you bathe them brought a smile to your face. Opening them back up, you noticed Thoma's fixated gaze on you.

"Is something the matter, Thoma?" You asked him, only for the blonde to shook his head with a smile. "Not at all, Your honor."

There was a comfortable silence, something you didn't have back then.

"Would you like me to join you?" He suddenly proposed. After some thought, you nodded and made room for him infront of you. Without a moment to waste, Thoma shed himself of his clothes and slowly dipped his feet into the warm water.

The water sloshed and dripped down the tub. It was a bit cramped, so Thoma managed to sit on your lap with his legs on either side of yours.

"Ah, sorry." He bashfully said, while you thought nothing of it. Thoma was tempted to pull away, but you brought him with you when you leaned back against the edge.

The blonde noticed your closed eyes as you embraced him, resting your hands onto his back. Imagery of his fantasies with you began to pop up in his mind, making the man more and more red when the fantasy turned... Lewd.

'W-What am I thinking?! This is Your honor I'm thinking about!' He thought to himself.

'But then again... They are right there, ah I can smell the mint and amakumo fruit shampoo... Has their lips always looked so...delectable?'

Without a second thought, Thoma pressed his lips against theirs, savouring the strawberry lip balm coating it. You opened your eyes halfway, and hummed at the sight. Returning the kiss wasn't what Thoma imagined, but it was welcomed nonetheless.

Parting your lips from his, the blonde quickly kissed you again, slightly moaning when you deepened it by sliding your tongue in. The water swayed as Thoma began to grind his cock onto your abdomen, liking the friction it made.

"To think my cutest little acolyte shared some rather... Scandalous imagery of his god," You teased, enjoying the sight of Thoma's red ears.

"Your honor... Forgive me of my sinful mind-" "Nonsense, I enjoyed the sight." You shared one last kiss before running your fingers down his hips and into the crevice of his ass. 

Thoma felt a rush course through his veins as your finger went into him, wiggling around trying to find his sweet spot. You noticed the way his back suddenly arched when you pressed onto a spot. Found it.

"Do you like it?" You asked innocently. The man nodded, and grinded his ass back against your finger. Adding another one in, Thoma let out a moan.

"Be careful now, we wouldn't want to broadcast your sinful behaviour to the others, right?" You chuckled seeing his eyes widened at the slightly loud sound he let out.

You added a third one in, and it was enough for Thoma to spray his cum onto your abdomen. The blonde felt embarrassed seeing himself cum that quickly, which was a given since he was still technically a virgin.

He believed an old proverb that read, "Only the purest virgins are capable to enrapturing the creators heart, one must save themselves should the creator took interest in them." Making him and many others save themselves upon discovering your arrival a few months back.

You undid his tie and places it onto the floor, combing his hair with your unoccupied hand. After a bit, you slide your fingers out, and held onto the fat of his cheeks.

"This will hurt, alot. But I promise it'll be okay." You assured the nervous blonde, who took a deep breath and nodded. Slowly and carefully, you pushed Thoma's hips down and letting his hole take your cock in. Thoma's hands that were once on your shoulders tugged onto your locks of hair, sucking in a sharp breath.

Halfway down, you stopped, letting him adjust to your size. You may be aloof at times, but you've always made sure your acolytes are comfortable during these sessions.

The man calmed himself down, giving you the green light. His hips were pushed down even more until his ass met your thighs.

"Are you alright?" You worriedly asked him as he was shaking. He nodded vigorously, and got himself comfortable resting his head on your shoulder.

You began to move slowly but even then you managed to brought him into another orgasm. Despite your hesitance to continue, he wanted more.

He let go of your hair, and placed his hands onto your shoulder. Raising his hips until only your tip remained in, before slamming them down until his ass met your thighs again.

Thoma repeated these movements over and over, arching his back like a bridge and water overflowing the tub and spilled onto the floor. You didn't mind his enthusiasm and began to help him out.

Eventually after a bit, he stopped as you emptied the fourth load into him. By now, the water was a murky colour and you chuckled.

"Thank you, dear. You've truly helped me relax." You kissed him one last time before pulling out of him. Truth be told, you were under alot of stress from managing the entirety of Teyvat, so having Thoma relieve that stress of yours really made you happy.

"I-I'm glad I could be of service, my lord..." And with that, he fell asleep on your shoulder. Using your powers you lifted the boy up while you unclogged the drain of the tub. Wrapping Thoma with a clean towel while you changed into new clothes, before you made your way to his bedroom, oblivious to the jealous stares Ayato casted upon your back.

[onemorebout]

The Rite of Passage

It almost didn't seem real.

Here he was, pacing around the room ready for his first fight. This was the culmination of everything he had worked so hard for over the last three months.

The early morning runs, the sweaty and hard gym sessions, the countless punches thrown and taken in all the crushing sparring sessions, it all lead to this moment.

The sweat in his hands seemed to leak through the black wraps and drip out his red 12oz gloves. The laces felt almost too tight against his wrists, trapped in a prison until the deed was done.

He could hear the muffled roars of the crown seep through the walls and the heat in the room seemed to get hotter by the second. Sweat was already running down his forehead before he even stepped into the ring.

His opponent too was an amateur but he still had four fights under his belt unlike him. This was his first fight and he planned to do everything to take the win and end his opponents tiny winning streak.

The adrenaline was surging but so was the anxiety. Fight or flight was having its own little bout with our young pugalist. He tighted his fists, listening to the sound of that fresh leather squeak and wail.

He pounded his glove against his black groin guard to test the durability and to also feel the tingle of his hard dick pressing against it. He was more than just excited for this fight, he fucking needed it.

White trimmed the satin red shorts he was sporting and it went perfectly with his all white robe, also made of satin. The sweat on his head mirrored the satin shine against the overhead lights that seemed to bear down harshly on him.

He kicked the tips of his high top black and white Adidas boots against the wall, a perfect fit. Light and durable, if his footwork training paid off he would be able to dance circles around this guy.

Their fight was the be the third fight on the card and it sounded like the second fight was in the final minutes. He began shadowboxing and went through the fight in his head as he was taught but he had his own little spin on how this fight would go, one his trainer would give him shit for but he didn't care. The urge would be too strong to ignore and what rite of passage would it be if he didn't come out the other side with some drops of blood...

He worked the jab, hissing in the punches as if the fight was already under way. Bobbing and weaving, ducking and uppercutting. He had all his punches and combos nailed down, the timing perfect. Then that's when his opponent came into play. After all the time training and working hard to earn his place in the ring, he would let his opponent slip in the odd jab, snapping his head back and feeling the sting and smell of his opponents leather. The awe striking feeling of taking a right hook and feeling so much sweat and spit fly to the canvas and he couldn't forget about taking those sweet body shots to his tight abs. Letting the wind get knocked out of him and backed into a corner. He slammed his glove down hard against his groin guard and let out a deep moan of pleasure and pain.

So lost in the shadowboxing fantasy he barely noticed his crew knock on the door to come collect him.

The opened door let in a welcomed breeze and the heat left the room. His trainer came up to him and grabbed his gloves.

"Are you ready?"

A moments hesitation. It was finally about to happen.

He smirked. "Let's fucking do this!"

Thanks to @rob2508 for the request!

[rowanisawriter]

“I have something for you,” Thanatos says. The anticipation is choking him.

“Oh?” Zagreus’s eyes widen. “Something from the surface? Give it here, let’s see.”

Thanatos presses the metal shaving into his hand. Zagreus turns it over and over, raising it up to the light.

“What is it?”

“I saw some mortals doing something. Here, let me.”

Thanatos takes the shaving and slips it onto his finger. Zagreus holds his hand up, looking at the metal ring, turning his hand this way and that. Despite the light in his room, the metal remains dull, a surface object, nowhere near as glittery as the gold in the room already, the glowing laurels in his dark hair, the pins holding his robes up. This thing on his hand seems ugly now, and ordinary, a stupid idea. Thanatos doesn’t even know what it means.

“I think it symbolizes union,” he mutters. “I probably should’ve found something more durable. I bet you’ll break that on your next escape attempt.”

“I’ll keep it here then.” He slips the ring off and sets it carefully on his bedside table. “I like it. Thank you, Than.” He smiles, then takes the nectar from his hand and drinks. His free hand finds its way up Thanatos’s neck, into his hair.

Thanatos kisses his neck as he swallows. “I’ll keep watching,” he says. His mouth skips over the words as Zagreus’s nails scratch his scalp lightly. “The mortals, I mean.”

“Mhmm. Hey, do you have anywhere you need to be right now?”

from ordinary

[theblackfemininesociety]

🚨 BESTIES, Stop Sleeping on Luxury Non-Damaging Press Ons Nails ‼️💅🏿😍

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Besties, I’ve recently became a Press On Girl.

I can attest to the fact that the press on game has evolved ! I am saving so much money by doing this little self care activity… I only go to salon for my pedicures now 🩷

My Fav Luxury Press On Nail Companies:

✨TIPS✨

**remember with acrylics or press ons nails, they are jewels not tools & Quality is key. Choose your length according to your lifestyle and use them as a way to remember you are a on your feminine journey so you need to move as such**

…for applying nails:

- always do your nails AFTER you shower before bed.

- avoid water for atleast 2 hours after applying; this is why before best is the best time so nails can completely dry by the morning )

- nail prepping is a crucial step for long lasting nails (3 weeks+)

• always make sure nails are dry

• be sure too clip, push back your cuticles & buff out your nails.

• use alcohol pad to clean and dry out nail so press on can lay flat on your nails.

• lay all your press ons out and line up each press on for each finger. Make sure they fit perfectly above not on your nail bed. This makes applying easier so you don’t have to try to find and file each nail to fit.

- use good glue! Both company’s listed has amazing glue but here’s my top glue recommendation list.

• Sally’s beauty: Bestie Secrets Drip & Clog Proof Nail Glue

• Luxxi: Brush On Nail Glue

• Amazon: Nail Bond Nail Glue

- always do the sandwich method when applying glue: apply a little in the center of your own nail and some on the press on nail.

- press down on each nail after applying for 30 secs.

- use a blow dryer for a few secs when finished to make nails stay on !

…for maintenance:

• always keep glue in your purse ! I didn’t run into nails falling off constantly but if it does stay prepared !

• down time at home. When washing hands do apply blow dryer after washing and drying hands with towel for extra protection.

…for removal:

• if you can get a press on removal kit ! Luxxie has a good inexpensive one here.

• If you don’t want to use kit.

- soak nails in warm soap and water and oil for 10 mins.

- use cuticle nails to gently lift the nail off.

- Use acetone and cotton pad to get any extra glue off your nails.

😍 BFS I will never tell you things I don’t also do in real life! I am currently rocking this set and I’m going on week 2 oh and yes I do work with my hands daily!

$14.99 beats my $60+ refill / $95 fresh set at the Salon. (link here)

Ps. There is No GATEKEEPING over here sis ! How has your experience been with press on nails? If you have any good press on nail companies or tips please share them in the comments!

[presstlondonnails]

would you wear press on nails this sharp and long asf? 📐💣💄💅🏾

[hiddenincommand]

The Power Beneath: The Authority of Riding Boot Soles

Riding boot soles are far more than a functional necessity—they are the foundation of power, the silent but commanding tools of dominance. Every step taken by the wearer is imbued with purpose, every sound a declaration of authority. Whether smooth leather, reinforced steel, or studded for harsh conditions, the sole of a riding boot carries with it a legacy of control, strength, and unrelenting superiority.

The Essence of Purpose

The sole of a boot is not a trivial detail; it is a calculated choice. Each variation serves a specific role, from the silent authority of leather to the brutal functionality of steel. A smooth, polished leather sole whispers of refinement and control, perfect for formal occasions or subtle acts of power. By contrast, a nailed or studded sole announces its presence with sharp, deliberate sounds that strike fear into those who dare to oppose.

Every material, every design, every step serves to reinforce the mastery of the wearer, ensuring that no moment, no movement, is left to chance.

The Weight of History

Riding boots have long been symbols of authority, worn by kings, generals, and those who command respect. Their soles tell the story of dominance through the ages—of armies marched, rebellions crushed, and empires ruled. The choice of sole reflects this legacy, connecting the present to the past and ensuring that every step taken carries the weight of history.

For those who wear them, riding boots are not merely footwear; they are an unbroken link to centuries of power, a statement that supremacy is not given but taken.

The Duality of Function and Symbolism

Riding boot soles are both practical and symbolic. They provide stability, grip, and protection, ensuring that the wearer is unshakable, even on the most treacherous ground. But they are also a tool of psychological control. The sound of a boot striking stone or the sharp impression of a sole on soft ground is a reminder of the authority they carry.

In moments of confrontation, the simple act of a boot pressing into the earth—or into the flesh of the defiant—sends a message that words cannot. The sole becomes an extension of the will, a weapon of discipline and an emblem of unyielding resolve.

The Variations of Power

• Leather Soles: Smooth and silent, they project sophistication and control. Ideal for formal settings, they tread lightly while leaving a heavy impression.

• Nailed Soles: Durable and commanding, their sharp sound announces authority and instills fear.

• Steel-Reinforced Soles: Designed for crushing resistance, they embody the unrelenting force of those who lead without compromise.

• Studded Soles: Aggressive and unyielding, they dominate harsh terrain and rebellious spirits alike.

• Rubber Soles: Modern and practical, they ensure stability without sacrificing control.

Each sole tells its own story, yet all serve the same purpose: to reinforce the mastery of the one who wears them.

The Mark of Supremacy

The sole of a riding boot leaves more than a footprint; it leaves a legacy. Whether pressed into the ground, echoing through a hall, or felt by those beneath it, the sole is a constant reminder of the authority it represents. It is the foundation of command, the tool of discipline, and the symbol of superiority.

For those who understand the power of riding boots, every step is a statement, every sound a proclamation. Supremacy begins at the ground, and it rises with the one who wears them.

[goddessrisen]

Some Spicy Sinday Headcanons

hyeon, being the brat that she is, will tease you in public, with a knowing smirk because she wants to get you to the point where finding a private spot to punish / unleash your frustration on her is a top priority. this does also include lewd noises when stretching and / or eating something delicious.

she is talented with her mouth. the liquid sin that spills from her lips + the ecstasy that her mouth brings her lovers is next to none. she is content to spend hours between her lover's thighs, taking flesh deep into her throat or using her tongue / fingers to bring someone to the highest peak over and over.

be prepared for hyeon to wear only your over-sized shirts while home, or more specifically, while she rides you. she enjoys being covered in your scent while also adding hers to the mixture.

b r e e d i n g k i n k. hyeon, as the primordial goddess / goddess of creation is extremely uh... fertile. she will not become pregnant unless both parties wish, but that won't stop her from wrapping her legs around your waist and having you finish inside. it matters not of it's a cock or strap... there will be begging involved.

hyeon is a tiny thing, but she's durable... don't be afraid to be rough and toss her around a bit — she enjoys it.

expect marks, both from teeth and her long nails, whenever you have sex with her.

though she's a brat... force her to listen / get her in the right head-space and she will melt for you. such a good girl, pliant and soft.

hyeon tastes absolutely divine, and will drop all pretense of brathood if her lover presses their tongue in just the right spot and curls their fingers at the correct area.

[whomifr]

🪷Character Inspired Press Ons!🪷

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I create durable good quality press ons that you can reapply indefinitely and wear for as long as you'll like! I draw the design myself and send it to you before making the nails. Any design can be created: from detailed portrait of your character to an everyday design with subtle details.

Since i just launched this project the first five slots are 50 usd + shipping fee, after those are taken the price will be 70 usd!

If you want to learn more here's my carrd: https://whomifrnails.carrd.co

Dm me to claim a slot and thank you for your time!

[tabbyclaw]

Durable

(Inspired by art by @flowery-laser-blasts and @creatorping, and prompts from @drakgoprompts)

Shego doesn't waste her time on things that can't stand up to her and her lifestyle. She works hard, she fights hard, and she plays hard, and she expects everything in her life to do the same, enduring all the same shocks and harsh conditions that she goes through on a regular basis and also holding up against her own tendency to handle things roughly. She keeps track of the latest trends, obviously, and she knows how to stay on the cutting edge of cool, but when she's outfitting herself and her everyday life her first priority is always durability. It doesn't matter how cool something is if it's going to get destroyed before she has time to enjoy it. Her phone isn't the latest model, but it still works after having fallen off multiple cliffs. Her furniture has survived multiple partial lair collapses. Even the clothes that aren't the ones she wears to work are all sturdy fabric and solid construction that will stand up to a touch of burning plasma or a surprise DIY project or just indiscriminate laundering when she doesn't have the time or patience to separate everything out. This even extends to her personal care products: styling creams that keep her hair untangled even while skydiving, nail polish that doesn't crack and bubble when she lights up, lipstick that doesn't smear while scuba diving.

And she doesn't waste her time on people who aren't durable enough for her and her lifestyle, either.

On rare occasions, Shego deliberately seeks out things she knows won't last. Cut flowers that will only need to be looked after for a few days. Outfits she's barely willing to wear once and won't be talked into again. Lovers she won't get attached to. If she's settling for anything less than the best, the strongest, the most enduring, there's going to be a reason for it.

The cab pulls up outside the latest celebrity charity event they've been talked into attending and the driver coughs pointedly. Drakken pulls himself away from her and straightens the tie and collar she's tugged askew, and Shego brushes back the hair his fingers have been tangled in. And while they're pulling themselves together, she takes out a mirror and discreetly touches up her lipstick. It's a cheap brand, and it has no staying power at all. Smears at the slightest provocation and leaves a mark on everything it touches.

They glide easily past the cameras, old enough news by now to avoid the worst of the press's hounding but still interesting enough to garner a bit of attention. A few photographers eager to capture the marks he hasn't yet noticed on his face and the smug look that won't leave hers, eager to be the first to go to press with confirmation after there's been so much speculation. They've been careful and discreet for too long, the risk of discovery always hanging over their every public interaction, and she's tired of hiding. And more than that, she's tired of not showing off. She has everything, and she's going to make sure the whole world knows it. Especially those parts of the world that aren't going to like hearing it.

She doesn't scheme, not like Drakken does. But she knows how to make a point.

A few other guests look up as they walk in. A few even nod in greeting. But no one really notices them until an unfortunately familiar pair descends on them. Possible and her little sidekick have apparently decided ever since the invasion that, even if the four of them aren't actually friends, they're not enemies anymore, either, and now every time they all show up to one of these things is an exercise in patience as the kids go out of their way to be pleasant and sociable. It looks good for the cameras, though, as much as Shego hates that she once again has to think about that. She forces a smile as Possible picks them out of the crowd and comes forward to shake their hands with cordial sincerity, like they're long-term coworkers who really should have lunch together some time. "Possible."

The sidekick is at her heels, looking like he's just been dragged away from the buffet, and as usual he can't match Possible's professionalism. 'Hey," he says with a little wave, and hurries to brush a few stray crumbs off his face. In doing so he shoots a glance at Drakken and his brow furrows, and he makes another little gesture towards his cheek. "Uh, Dr. D? You got something right-- oh." His eyes dart between Drakken and Shego, taking in the situation with surprising speed and clarity (almost like it's happened to him before) and he puts a hand over his eyes and waves the other one like he's warding them off. "Nope! Nuh-uh. Do not need to know any of this."

There's a moment of confusion before Possible catches on, and while she goes a little pink at least she doesn't do any shouting about it. Drakken blinks in confusion and runs his thumb down his cheek where the kid indicated, and when it comes away marked with a grayish smudge he goes even pinker than Possible. "Shego!"

She almost wants to laugh (and she definitely wants to kiss the shock and indignation right off his face, which she's going to do the second they're alone), but she just smirks and loops her arm affectionately through his. "Everyone's going to find out eventually," she reminds him. "Might as well get out ahead of the rumors for once."

"Is that what you're doing," he growls sarcastically, patting his pockets in search of a handkerchief as Possible and the sidekick slink away and out of the blast radius. "Because to me it looks like you're trying to turn this into a spectacle!"

She makes a wry sound. "Hate to break it to you, Doc, but everything we do is already a spectacle."

He glares at her and continues to mutter under his breath, but his fumbling to wipe away some of the lipstick marks across his face and neck -- she graciously offers the mirror she used earlier -- is all one-handed, his other arm still intertwined comfortably with hers, and there's a soft edge to his complaining that's grown pleasantly familiar. He may grumble and he may growl, but even he knows that he's going to get over it quickly.

Like everything else she loves, he's always been durable.