#esthetician humor

[celestialtarot11]

Hi! Can you pls do Mc libra 5°?💗💗💗

Hi anon! 🤍🤗

MC Libra at 5 Degrees

🤍 The ultimate it girl placement

🌷 Professional at beauty, so maybe you’re into being a makeup artist, beautician, esthetician, or nail tech/lash tech

🤍 You are idolized and respected by a lot of people.

🌷 You are successful and will be recognized for your work!

🤍 Theres a chance you can be famous too.

🌷 You are fair when it comes to approaching people, and can be humorous and charming.

🤍 Great fashion style! People notice that about you.

🌷 Discipline is needed in your career

🤍 You nay into the arts as well!

🌷 Being assertive is important in your career and handling business with others.

🤍 You will have to build confidence in your career/image.

[tiannasfanfic]

I finally remembered to finish this!

15 Questions, 15 People

RULES: Answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

Thank you for the tag @jadeylovesmarvelxo !

1. Are you named after anyone? No, my parents liked the name Courtney and wanted to make it unique, so my dad pulled Kort-nee from the pronunciation key in the dictionary.

2. When was the last time you cried? I don’t remember actually.

3. Do you have kids? Yes, my son, who will be 17 this year. 😳

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Somewhat, my humor is starting to become dryer, but I still use it a lot.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? The way they hold themselves and their eyes.

6. What's your eye colour? Hazel with tints if gold.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I’m a big fan of the unhappy ending, like Seven, Saw, Chasing Amy and such. They are more realistic to me so they hit harder.

8. Any special talents? I’ve kinda become a slight Jack of All Trades these past couple of years since my dad has been sick. I’ve discovered I can figure out how to fix things on my own with the right tools and YouTube. I’m also pretty good at most crafts I’ve tried my hand at. I beaded my own beaded curtain, hand sewed a cosplay Viking fur cape out of faux fur for my husband, am a beginner at crochet and quilt making, am a pretty good cook, and I’d say I’m a decent writer.

9. Where were you born? Oklahoma City, Oklahoma in the US.

10. What are your hobbies? Hanging out with my family and pets, writing, reading, trophy hunting in video games, teaching myself new crafts, abstract doodling, hyperfixating on one thing for a long period of time then switching to something new.

11. Have you any pets? Two big dogs (that think they’re cats) and five cats.

12. What sports do you play/have played? None.

13. How tall are you? 5’9”

14. Favorite subject in school? English and science.

15. Dream job? Esthetician and makeup artist, but one that works for myself so I could work exclusively for LGBTQIA+ clientele who may not feel comfortable going to a traditional spa for services. I wouldn’t charge an arm and a leg either since this is a big passion of mine, basically just a little bit for each product used and maybe $10 for labor. So, altogether I’m thinking at max maybe $25-$30 for something like a facial. I’d also offer classes in makeup and skincare free of charge (which I already do for my friends, cis, trans and non-binary).

No pressure tagging: (Sorry if y’all did it already and I didn’t see it!) @pretendfan @powerfultenderness @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @munsonology @ladyapplejackdnd @ali-r3n

[poppinsposts]

Dallas was fun, I felt like a sorority mom. They got drunk the last night we were there. Up way to late, but everyone still got up, puking or not puking, to make our very early flight.

The 26 year old entrepreneur, Savannah Boda, the Dallas esthetician was absolutely amazing. I was very impressed by this young lady who has her own med spa and makes a whole lot of money. She worked hard for it and it was so good for my students to see that hard work and much social media presence is key to making a good living.

You have the kind eyes of a lemur…

The great big French fried stork egg was what was on her mind.

As my little brain mourns the loss of the bigger brain, i still enjoy an espresso with brain power mushrooms hoping for some action

I’m joining Save the Elephants!

In the words of my brother, who thinks he’s Elvis reincarnated, “My baby does the bouncy hiney ” He wrote that song years ago, I think he predicted twerking!

My friend has breast cancer and had to have a mastectomy, so tragic, but we had her a bon voyage booby party and my other friend made the boob cake below. It was delicious. We had a fun night.

I’m going over to her house tonight to visit and take her dinner. Her boobies are gone and they found cells in her lymph nodes so she may have to get radiation. We were really hoping she wouldn’t. 💔💔💔

Excuse me kind sir, but I believe you have some pollen stuck in your whiskers.

She has a great sense of humor. We played cards against humanity and I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.

[princess-xeon]

parisocial relationships & rebirth

damn guys it took me forever to process this post!1!!!!111!!!

pain!!!! but it's okay lets catch up.

as per usual i am merging all of my interests and somehow colliding them simultaneously. esthetician school has been good thankfully. im used to the trails and tribulations of capitalism and the beauty industry. me used to it lol. aside from that; i saw Frost Children for the third time in concert as well as atlgrandma and Dorian Electra for the second time. granted it was phenomenal as to be expected but the short lived conversation that i ended up having with Lulu and Angel was semi heart breaking. but i wont let my favorite artists becoming more mainstream affect my live for them again. i have learned to distance myself from expectations and unhealthy parisocial relationships and instead just continue to love people unconditionally. because people like frost children work so hard to make a name for themselves and their art and i will always deeply respect and appreciate that. i told Lulu that i had a very intense depressive episode recently and that their art got me out of that. they were a little startled to hear that (i should've expected that) but they were so kind as always reassuring me that they're happy that im doing better but that what they do isn't even all that serious. but thats the point. i love not taking life seriously. it makes life so much more fun and enjoyable not only for myself but for others as well. regardless i will always love Angel and Lulu. i will always respect the fact that they're such genuine and kind souls while also having fun and encouraging others to stick a middle finger up to the predictable.

i am blessed that i am somewhat out of that rut again. i just had to listen to those who love me. i love my friends more than anything. when i went to that show last night i went with my best friend Lex. i love her more than anything because she keeps me grounded and reminds me that my existence is important and valid. and that you can be a fan of artists such as JPEGMAFIA and remain to be queer as fuck. she's so fucking awesome and i will always appreciate that about her. she treasures me that aside from my traumas of narcissists i will never have the ill intent (hopefully) to end up like someone of that sorts.

i will never forgive thou that shall not be named for how they made me feel. cutting narcissists out of my life was one of the best decisions that i have ever made in my entire life. unfortunately not everyone appreciates and savors unconditional love. i wish i could love every being the same, but some people just refuse to let me in. that is their issues and nothing of my concern.

ive been watching a lot of Drew Monson's youtube videos. he reminds me of the people in my life that i love. and he basically saved my life. his quick witted humor and loveable personality keeps a warmth in my heart. when i was going through my episode, he understood me and helped me out of it through humor, love for pop culture, and overall relatable qualities that i find hard to find from others.

anyways. im going to take a break from chronically online to try to write a poem for my grandma. in conclusion. i will always love Dorian Electra, for reminding me that irony can be sexy and fantastic in queer artistry. that disappointment is okay, and that swaggery always oozes out of me as well as you. no matter how you choose to express it.

much love. 5 ever 👁‍🗨🙏🏻🕊 ~ princess xeon

PIC CREDITS 4 THOSE WHO CARE

1. Dorian Electra performing ‘Puppet’ live recorded from my camcorder

2. An infrared selfie I took from my camcorder

3. My coworker and friend drag legend Banshee Rose performing at Oil Can Harry’s

4. A whisper that I made

5. A photoshoot with Angel and Lulu from Frost Children

6. A cool pic that I found from Pinterest

7. The icon Shaye St John

8. A collage by yours truly

9. My new favorite shirt that I got from the Frost Children concert last night

10. My favorite book at the moment

11. Chloe Cherry :3

12. A cool pic I found from tik tok 🙄

13. Alice Longyu Gao DJing and being iconic

14. Bunny girl :D

[river-of-asgard]

Sure, sex is great and all, but have you ever had a big, stubborn zit in a weird place on your body, and then you finally find the right angle to pop it, and you feel it go all SPLORCH and you feel so much better after?

[jaesthetics-la]

Unless your esthetician’s name is Alexa…I’m not so sure this is going to work... 😅

IG: @jaesthetics.la

[cindersandroses]

Digital Get Down, Chapter 5

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 5/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

WARNING: Mentions of assault.

AUTHORS NOTES: Love you all!

Also on AO3!

Chapter 5

Opal turned to the side as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She smoothed the front of her dress over her rounded belly and picked at the slight ruching that was meant to help hide her imperfections along with the black color of the dress, but it did neither. There’d be no hiding anything. This was about as bodycon as one could get, and indeed she bought it a long time ago because she thought she looked hot in the form fitting silk. As soon as she got it home, though, and really looked at herself wearing it in the harsh light of day, she put it away, in the back of her closet with the other beautiful clothes she’d bought but never found the courage to wear.  

That was changing. Now. Today. Okay, not today. But as soon as she walked back into her house. She planned to go straight to her closet and pull them all out and wear each of them as soon as she had the right opportunity or occasion. Considering that most of them were on the fancier side of things, meant for dates, she figured she’d have more chances to wear them now, anyway.

Even though she and Henry would literally be halfway across the globe from each other after this weekend. She couldn’t dwell on that fact, though. If she did, then the sadness set in. She refused to let that particular emotion claw its way back. They’d make it work if it was going to work. It wasn’t like she couldn’t just take her computer places and work there.

If she could convince her boss to allow frequent trips.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t also spend part of his time in Los Angeles. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Henry walked by behind her, drawing her attention away from those troubling thoughts. He fumbled with the cufflink on his left shirt cuff. She was going to make a quip about it, but the words died on her lips when she noticed he looked at her like a fat kid looked at cake. He licked his lips, smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but blush. She never would’ve believed he was truly stealing glances at her, but that notion had been squashed earlier at the spa. In fact, now she was hyper aware of his long, molten stares. 

And it was all because of the wonderful esthetician who completed her facial after their massage. What had started out as a traumatic experience ended up making her feel the most confident she’d ever felt in her own skin, thanks in part to Jessa the esthetician’s enlightening conversation. 

“He’s looking at you like you are the purest water and he’s just had some hot sauce.” 

Opal giggled, and blushed, looking at the woman.  “I just keep thinking he’s going to be like, ‘Ugh, not my type’ and leave, Jessa.” 

“Girl, please. You got one of those peach bottoms that men love to get a handful of. You already got him eating out of your hand, he’s not stopped glancing over here this whole time,” Jessa said, putting her hand on her hip. “And if he does do that, I got a handful of fine brothers who would eat that peach bottom up. So you just let Jessa know and I’ll hook you up.”

The comment made Opal laugh loudly, disturbing the serenity of the spa and resulted in a few perturbed glares from other clients. Henry had glanced up, one eyebrow raised in interest. She smiled at him sweetly and he went back to his shave. Opal smiled. “Thank you, Jessa. I’ll keep you updated.”  

Opal had made sure to slip Jessa an extra tip, even though she was sure Henry had tipped everyone well. Stingy wasn’t really a word she would use to describe this man, not materially or emotionally. 

Or physically.

Definitely not physically. He liked touching. Being affectionate.

She did not; or, more aptly, she was not used to it in the romantic sense. But she wasn’t even that affectionate with her family. There were a few hugs here and there as a child, but they weren’t overly huggy. And then there was the other thing he didn’t know about, because she never talked about it, that prevented her from initially enjoying his touches.

It was getting easier, though, the more he touched her. She found, with some relief, that she actually quite liked being close to him in that way. Perhaps there was hope for her, after all.

Opal moved away from the mirror and followed his trail to the bathroom. She rested a hip on the door jamb and watched him finish his grooming. He saw her in the mirror and smiled. 

“Like what you see?” he asked, that insidious brow raised.

“Nah,” she said with a grin. “I was just thinking about how you use twice the product I do.”

Henry rubbed his hands on a hand towel to remove the remnants of whatever moisturizer he’d used on his freshly shaved jaw. “That’s because it takes a lot to make me look this good. You’re already bloody gorgeous, so you don’t need it.”

Her cheeks heated and she shifted her weight awkwardly on her bare feet. Why were compliments so difficult to take? 

“And as an answer to your question, I do like what I see,” she replied. “I appreciate your efforts. But I also love getting to just observe each other. That’s what we were missing over the last year.”

Henry stopped and smiled at her. “I watched you getting ready, and that’s why I’m so behind. I couldn’t stop watching you. You are enchanting,” he whispered. 

The air caught in her lungs upon hearing the deep gravelliness of his sentiment. He closed the distance between them. The hunger, the lust, the pain, the joy, the need, all passed across his face. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple.  “We’re going to make a hell of a couple tonight, Princess.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied breathlessly. 

“Let me finish getting ready. You are distracting.” 

Opal giggled. “Pot, kettle.” 

She moved away from the door and went back to the bed to struggle into the sky high heels she had thought would be great to wear, but now she regretted the decision to pack them. Her feet were going to ache by the end of the night. But--the minx inside her reminded--that could possibly lead to another massage. This time, just with Henry. 

As she finished up the last buckle on the strappy things and stretched her legs out to check how they looked, she noticed Henry watching from across the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She laughed at him, because it was the exact same look she’d had as he secured the waistcoat around his trim torso.  “This… me putting on shoes shut you down?”

Henry reanimated with a shrug. “I have a thing for really high strappy, almost slutty, heels. Nothing like…” He stopped and blushed slightly. “Uh, never mind.”

Opal stood up and went over to him, just barely shorter than him now, and grinned. “I will have to remember that for later,” she replied. 

“Oh, god, please do. Bonus points for silk stockings and the whole belt contraption,” he murmured.

She giggled. “You know, men and women are so different. You want the littlest piece of clothing on me, but I’d rather see you in a three piece suit.”

“I can fuck in a three piece suit just as well as I can without,” he teased.

His comment, and the harsh word, caught her off guard. Taking the opportunity, he went over to grab his cell phone. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Come here.” 

She didn’t ask for clarification or even think about it; her feet in their dangerous footwear moved of their volition. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, all while snapping a quick picture. He looked at it, smiled, and turned it around for her to view.

Her cheeks were high with color. Her skin glowed; her eyes sparkled. Her smile showed almost every one of her teeth. Everything about it made her seem so vital, so alive, so… beautiful. She had never seen herself so happy. Simply being near him made her want to beam from ear to ear. 

He smiled softly. “Now you see what I see when I look at you.”

“I don’t always look like this,” she protested.

“You do,” he replied. “Let me send this to you so you can send it to Amber.”

Opal shifted uncomfortably. She’d completely forgotten about sending Amber a picture. What kind of friend was she, anyway? 

“We can’t bring our phones tonight,” he explained. “Something about making sure nothing unflattering gets out.” 

Opal looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. Let me just send Amber a text telling her I’m going out for the night.” 

She saved the picture to her phone and opened up the text stream with her friend. She took the picture, sent it, and wrote, “I don’t think I ever expected my Hank to be this real. Going out for the night. Talk to you in the morning.”

She plugged her phone in, stood up, and took Henry’s hand. “Okay. Let’s go.” 

 ~~~

Opal stood in the atrium of the Georgia Aquarium and sighed. She was enchanted. She’d been here a ton of times before at previous cons, but never on a night specifically designed to be an intimate cocktail party with all of the con’s celebrity guests.  

What actually was her life right now? 

Henry talked to Dany and Dwayne, and she couldn’t get over the fact that she was standing next to The Rock. How many times had she sat next to her brothers while they watched this giant man wrestle? If someone had told her this was going to be her life when she left Los Angeles the night before, she’d have told them they were lying. It was all a little surreal.

Dany smiled at her, obviously picking up on the fact that she had zoned out and had literal stars in her eyes.  “So, Opal, what do you do?” 

Opal hummed and blinked at her. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a designer and programmer for Blizzard. I have been there, oh gosh, almost ten years now. Best job I have ever had.”

“And you live with?” Dany inquired. 

Opal understood Dany’s reticence to accept her into the group. Dany didn’t want anything to harm the business, and even though she seemed tough, she clearly cared deeply for both men as friends. Still, though, Opal didn’t think she gave off a crazy fan vibe.

“My best friend, from like middle school,” Opal said, moving to stand closer to Dany. She leaned in to speak quietly.  “I know you’re worried about me using him, I get that, trust me. If I was in your position I would, too. But honestly, Dany, I didn’t even know he was him… until this morning when I arrived. I just thought he was a dorky British guy named Hank. That was it. In the months leading up to this I just got to know his heart and who he is, not Henry Cavill, God’s gift to women. I knew SuperHank, the cleric who runs around healing people, because he is that guy. I got to know the Hank who was shy and loved to cook and gets excited about Warhammer and new fantasy novels. Who tells me constantly that I am worthy and beautiful.” 

Dany beamed at her. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” 

“And frankly, you scare me a little bit, so I won’t do anything untoward,” Opal said.

Dany laughed and flexed a bicep. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“But seriously, Opal,” she said and grabbed Opal’s hand. “He needs someone he can love with his whole being, and I’ve never seen him happier than when he has spoken to me about you.” She squeezed her hand. “It’s not going to be easy, but I promise to make sure you’re okay and safe, and that you can be with him.”

Opal grinned. “He is pretty special.” She looked beside her, expecting to find him there.  “And... gone, apparently.”

Lauren smiled at her.  “He and Dwayne went to get some drinks.” 

Opal felt her stomach clench. She tried to smile, but before she could muster one, Henry was back by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne. “Here, Princess.” 

Opal took the glass from him and didn’t say a word. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to stop her hand from shaking. 

Henry frowned. “Is that okay? Do you want something else?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine,” she replied and tried to smile again. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it came off as more of a grimace because of the expression Henry returned. He knew something was wrong, but the words to explain it to him failed to form on her tongue.

Not that she really had the chance to say anything, anyway. A loud, booming voice rang out across the atrium, “LITTLE BRUDDA!!!”

Opal spun around and watched in abject horror as two grown men raced towards each other and chest bumped each other like drunken frat boys.

Dwayne shook his head.  “Seriously, you two? We’re in public.” 

Henry came back and smiled.  “Jason, my man, this… is Opal.” 

Jason looked at her, his eyebrow raised.  “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Jason…” He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. “If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”

Opal blushed. “Thank you. I will.”

Dazzled once more by the Man Also Known As Khal Drogo, Henry startled her with a hand on the small of her back. She looked up at him, still holding the flute from which she had not yet had a drop of champagne.

Henry leaned down into her ear. “Do you want me to get something else for you?”

She shook her head.  “No, I just, uh… I’m going to get my own drink.” 

She excused herself and headed over to the bar, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t running away from him and running away from the conversation she should have already had with him, even before they both decided to meet here in Atlanta. 

She wasn’t in line long when she felt his presence behind her. 

“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“I am, honestly. I just… well… it’s stupid. I don’t drink anything that I don’t see poured myself, and I very rarely drink alcohol in public. I should have told you. It’s just my hang up and, gah... I’m sorry I freaked out a little bit.”

Henry’s eyebrows knit together. He nodded, but he clearly wanted more. 

“Let me get my drink and we’ll take a walk and talk, okay?” she asked, hoping to smooth things over.

He nodded and stood quietly with her. Even though he was clearly confused and maybe a little angry, his presence was still one that calmed her and she found herself resting against his sturdy bulk as they waited. Opal ordered her cranberry juice in a martini glass. To anyone other than herself and Henry, it looked like a Cosmo. It was her fallback when she wanted to hang out with the cool kids but didn’t want to do what the cool kids were doing. Because that one time she did what the cool kids were doing? She lived to regret it.

She took his hand and started to walk through the first exhibit. Opal paused at a tube enclosure in the middle of the room full of jellies. A black light shone down into the water, illuminating the sea creatures as they performed a graceful, haunting dance around their tank. She stood quietly, Henry standing next to her, silent, thinking. 

Finally, she cleared her throat from the heavy emotion making it difficult to breathe. “I was drugged.”

Henry’s fingers curled into her back. Though he tried to mask the sharp intake of air, his gasp was still audible. “Opal, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t just that. Amber and I were freshmen in college and I wanted to fit in. We went to a frat party. A guy we had art history with invited us.”

His anger was palpable; it wasn’t anger directed at her, though. Somehow, she knew that, as she stared at the gelatinous orbs bobbing through the water. She took a sip of the cranberry juice before moving on.

“I woke up the next morning, head fuzzy, in a room I had never seen before, and my panties around my ankles.” She braved a look up at Henry, to gauge his reaction. The sharp line of his jaw was set, his rage evident.

For some reason, it was cathartic to share this secret with another human. Amber knew, of course. Amber had nursed her back from the brink after they got home from the hospital.

“It’s the reason I pull away sometimes when you touch me, and the reason I am so unsure of myself. I’m sorry I never told you before, but you have a right to know.”

Henry didn’t speak; he looked at a point beyond her, staring in stony silence for the longest time. He finally tore his focus away from that point and gazed down at her. His face spoke volumes, even before his words did. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped her in his arms. “You know I would never, ever do that.”

“Oh, no, I do! I just… I want so badly for you to touch me, to be yours, I just need… time,” she said. “I don’t even know if I’m actually a virgin or not. I don’t know what they did to me. The next morning, Amber took me to the ER and a rape kit was done, but it was inconclusive. I’m sorry if this changes the way you feel about being with me.”

Henry pulled away from her and put his drink on the floor. He took her face gently in his hands. “I never, ever would feel any different about you. I just… I understand now.” He kissed her forehead, but didn’t move his lips from the spot they’d touched. His next words were muffled, but the meaning behind them was everything. “My promise to you is that I will not hurt you, and it’s all going to be at your pace.”

She smiled and pushed his hands away from her face. With her free hand, she reached up and let her hand rest on the nape of his neck. “Well, then, we can do this, cause I’m very ready for it.” 

With little strength, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or chaste; it was somewhere in the middle. A reassurance. A promise. Her promise to be as open with him as possible. His cue that she was okay with him pushing her boundaries. And she loved him for it.

[beamyboonie-blog]

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[gqmf-bangtanmama]

Member x Reader Pt 1 (Hyung Line)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, handjobs, oral (female receiving), cum eating

Genre: Fluff (Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok) and Smut (Namjoon)

*None of the gifs are mine.

Scenario:  Various nail art/manicure scenarios 

HYUNG LINE / MAKNAE LINE

Kim Namjoon

Since he got so much enjoyment from your manicures, he insisted on paying for them himself. Before getting together you’d indulged at the nail salon maybe once or twice a month but now Namjoon insisted that you go weekly. He made sure that your salon appointments happened on afternoons he had free so that he could spend the next few hours alone with you. Before you, he didn’t even know he had this kink.

He just loved how your freshly pampered soft hands felt wrapped around his cock; how your fingers looked coated in his cum. You enjoyed the attention and pleasure it gave your boyfriend, so you indulged him knowing he’d make it good for you too.

This week you’d chosen a red color because you knew it was his favorite. Like every week, you’d gotten back to the apartment to see him on the couch trying to stay occupied with a mobile game. You knew that the distraction hadn’t worked because as soon as you entered the room he threw his phone aside and he was already half hard in anticipation when you knelt between his legs and reached into his sweats to pull him out.

Namjoon threw his head back and took a few steadying breaths before turning his gaze back to your hands working him. After all this was all about the visuals for him. Sometimes you’d have to lick your palm to moisten the drag but his anticipation and seeing your red nails had him leaking today. 

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it behind his head. He kept his hands on his thighs digging his fingers into his flesh. The sight of your red nails in contrast to his skin had him close to cumming. He tried to hold back to prolong the experience but it was futile. Namjoon came with a shout and threw his head back. His eyes and teeth clenched, the orgasm so intense. 

He shot his load all over his chest and you smiled at how his abs and pecks jumped and clenched with aftershocks. You lightened your strokes making them softer but still there just like Namjoon liked. He was still breathing harshly when he opened his eyes and smiled at at you. 

You swiped across his nipple where some of his cum had landed and gathered it on the tip of your finger and put it in your smiling mouth to suck it off. Namjoon surged forward to kiss you and groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. He broke away from your lips and dragged you to the bedroom for round two; pulling off his shirt and using it to clean off his chest..

He laid you on the bed and dragged your leggings and panties off. He was starved for the taste of you and threw your legs over his shoulders before diving into your core. You screamed in arousal as he immediately began working your clit and you grabbed handfuls of his hair between your fingers ... just like Namjoon liked.

Kim Seokjin

A trip to the nail salon was the start to your couple time so he always insisted on coming with you. After the nail salon, you’d go on a mini-adventure which you’d alternate planning before heading out to either dinner or dancing. He made time in his busy schedule to have a full half day with you every two weeks for this date.

Since the group was preparing for the comeback, Jinnie had been so busy with studio recording and dance choreography classes, music video shooting and photo shoots. You’d asked if he was too tired to go out but he’d insisted.

You headed out to the salon for your standing appointment. This was a high end place that catered to idols and celebrities so you never had to worry about privacy. 

You were sitting next to one another in the pedicure soak and filled each other in on what had been going on with each of you at work. You told him about all the antics of your students and he told about all the antics of the maknaes; laughing at all the craziness you’d both been dealing with. 

When it came time for the color application for your toes and nails, Jinnie pulled out of his pocket the color he’d chosen for you. This was your habit too, letting Seokjin pick out your polish color. It was usually a shade of pink since he said as his girlfriend you should wear his signature color. 

After your nails were completely dry, he kissed your hands before leading you out of the salon to his car. 

Min Yoongi

For the first time Yoongi had the afternoon off at the same time you’d booked a nail appointment. He asked if you could cancel but your nail artist, Joy, was always booked and getting a reschedule in the next few days would be impossible. Instead you joked that Yoongi should come with you if he wanted to spend the afternoon together and to your surprise he’d agreed.

He sat as you got your extensions soaked off looking so confused. 

“So the nails aren’t real?”

“If I scratched your eyes out with them would that hurt?”

“Yes ...”

“So they’re real.”

“But they aren’t your nails?”

“I pay for them; that makes them mine.” 

He smiled at your sarcasm and snark. In fact it was one of the things that had attracted him from the beginning. how you’d both just got each others humor and bantered without getting upset. 

“Are we doing coffin nails or stiletto today?” Joy asked. 

“Coffin nails.”

“Yah!” Yoongi shouted when he saw Joy pull out the extensions. “Those look dangerous! You’ll blind yourself! How are you supposed to put in and take out your contacts with those talons?”

“The same way I wipe my butt, babe,” you answer. “Very carefully.”

You and Joy laughed hysterically and Yoongi stared at you both and if you’d gone mad before he joined in.

Jung Hoseok

You boyfriend was shocked that you’d never gone to the salon for a professional manicure let alone any other spa treatment so for your first birthday together Hobi had arranged for a full couple’s spa day. 

It was a spa suite where multiple estheticians came in to see to you and Hobi. You’d each done a relaxing herbal soak, full body scrub and moisturizing body wrap. You each had facials, hair and scalp treatments followed by full body massages. 

Now you were finishing up with eyebrow shaping and finally a pedicure and manicure. You’d chosen a bright yellow polish in honor of your boyfriend.

“You are the sunshine for ARMYs, for the other members and for me,” you said leaning down to kiss his smiling lips. 

You were so relaxed on the drive home that you could feel yourself drifting off in the car. Every time your eyes opened you could see your fingers laced together and your bright yellow polish in honor of your Hobi.

You leaned over to kiss him and said, “Thanks for today, Hoseok. You always treat me like a princess because you are a prince among men. I love you.”

“Anything for my girl.” he said turning your face into his neck.

MASTERLIST

[sugar-petals]

Sub!Jungkook A-Z

⚠️ warnings: dom/sub dynamics, smut, bdsm

note: All other members linked in mlist. ♡

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It was intentional: He pursued his stamina and pain tolerance to the limit. Heavy, heavy breaths. You can tell he worked his ass off. No different than on stage in terms of effort.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Likes your nose a lot. Big on thighs, confident about them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

When it comes to anything jizz-related — Jungkook might be a little hesitant. Would rather slurp on ramen than cum. Not a sloppy boy, we know he likes things orderly and neat, taking it slow, relaxing.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His tentacle 3D hentai collection. Just kidding. Wanting to try knife play is Kook’s kinky secret, he’d love to feel a cold blade at his chest and neck, softly tracing. No actual cuts and scrapes, just the sensation of the material.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As with everything Jungkook does: He can neither be over- not underestimated. That’s all you need to know.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

Intercrural. To him, nothing is hotter. Face-to-face is best.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

His second name is goofy and whole Duckburg is jealous because he can be your dog.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

JK’s esthetician Brazilian waxes the shit out of him. Jungkook loves to feel silky smooth all over, and on top of that... is pain junkie enough to love the removal process itself. You might as well try that on him. 

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

We all know JK trumps everything and everyone when it comes to sparkly-eyed romance, he’ll do it all with you. From gently peeling off your stockings to singing schmalzy trot to cooking for candlelight dinners. Romance is at the center of everything sexual in 70% of the cases, he will hardly treat it as two seperates.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh yes. He can get quite busy in the shower or under the sheets when he’s by himself. It’s forever mood-dependent and very random unless he works out after a schedule.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. Totally the type of sub to enjoy a full suspension.

Cages. For chastity and bunny play.

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

Um. You might wanna have a little cozy basement dungeon available. Or maybe, nothing that elaborate. A separate room for sex is what I mean, that’s the idea, because Jungkook enjoys that secluded space with you in terms of making memories. Something else that works: The other dimension of the house i.e. a nice room under the roof where you hear rain on the windows during aftercare.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sensual aspect of it. Jungkook subtly breathes, lives, is softcore sex with a rough twist. He gets turned on when you are, perfect sync.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Oh well. What’s a hard limit when you can have a hundred soft limits? Kookie curiosity rules, he’s generally unafraid. His approach is to either love or rule it out after performing it because to him, it’s how it feels in the afterglow that carries a lot of weight. You can help each other a lot to be systematic with that.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Manual over oral.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jungkook is the slow motion sub in Bangtan.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Will try to do quickies with you but you both get stuck in the French kissing phase. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah. You got yourself a wild one there at times. Now let me tell you this: Jungkook legitimately stretches a lot before play, you know how kinky and extreme it’s gonna get. Stretching as in, not just muscles anyways.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Endless, endless, endless. How ever long you want. Jungkook practices hard to delay his orgasm continuously. Big forte. 

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

To JK, his camera is more important. You know why. Golden Closet Film is gonna feature the two of you in juicy footage that is not meant to be released.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jokes and mostly physical humor over direct teasing. 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sweet and chill honey boy is not the loudest out there, that would be Jimin. Probably has a gag in anyways, how could he be as noisy.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He makes a big deal out of times you wanna fuck him standing, in-air. Can’t contain his excitement because it resembles his favorite drama kiss. 

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

In the approximate words of Hoseok, Jungkook’s sexy all over. Not maxi but midi and nicely curved so it looks like he’s packing in those latex pants you can put on him in particular.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Beside his masturbation moods, you’d be surprised by how tame he is. Jungkook will switch it on the second you mount him, and switch it off after you came enough times to get you through the day. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not the type to just pass out, Jungkook is deliberate in how he regulates his post-sex fatigue.

[cherrybracelets]

127: What is the first thing you notice about someone?

physically, probably their eyebrows (I’m an esthetician so u can’t judge me for that it’s my livelihood lol) and personality wise, a sense of humor for sure

send me numbers!

[thewinterwaifu]

Hey, can I have a JJBA female matchup for part 4 please? . I'm a 5'2'' black bi woman, slightly chubby with dark black braided hair, dark brown eyes and a rather large bust size. I'm quiet and shy, somewhat aloof around new people but I can be a very quirky, awkward, goofy, slightly sarcastic dork with a strange sense of humor when I get close to them. I have heavy bouts of depression to the point where I can't get out of bed in the morning.

(Part 2) Hobbies include writing fanfiction, reading manga and comics and watching anime and movies. I’m not a fan of PDA but I love being affectionate in private. Super awkward in social situations. I also like sweets and junk food in general. I prefer wearing t-shirts and jeans but I will wear a skirt or a dress on occassion. I’m also a sucker for shiny jewelry.

Thank you for your request!Before I get into it though,I just wanted to remind you that dms are always open if you need someone to talk to ♡

I match you with...

Aya!

No matter what you might think,she finds you completely gorgeous and wouldn't change anything about you.She refuses to use her stand on you,but is more than willing to be a more traditional esthetician for you,she just wants you to feel better about yourself.She would go shopping for jewelry with you,or take you to the cinema to see the newest movie if you were in the mood.And if not,she is more than okay with coming over and watching movies or anime in your sofa instead.She is amused by your unique sense of humor and finds your initial shyness adorable.She is also more than happy about showering you with affection!

[terricards]

Bliss skincare

^ Understanding the Global Spa Industry.^ a b c d e Marcia Kilgore's Spa at Maclean's.She is almost always dressed in a signature white towel and Bliss’ Softening Socks and Glamour Gloves. Its products and services are market with humorous names and slogans, and by a playful "Blissgirl" character illustration which appears on products, catalogs and the company website. Brand īliss spa is often credited for starting the mid 1990s spa boom. In January 2010, Steiner Leisure Limited completed its $100 million acquisition of Bliss from Starwood. Bliss amenity kits were distributed to passengers on overnight flights between Western states and the East Coast for a one-year period.īliss continued to expand within the hotel chain, opening in Atlanta, Scottsdale and Hong Kong in 2008, a second Atlanta location, Doha, Hoboken, and Ft. In April 2006, JetBlue Airways partnered with Bliss spa, in an effort to fill seats in competitive transcontinental markets. During the next two years spas were opened in the company's hotels in San Francisco, Chicago, Los Angeles, and Dallas. The first to be opened, that same year, was Bliss 49 in the W New York Union Square. As part of the acquisition, Starwood launched Bliss Spas in several of its W Hotels in an effort to move its W hotel brand into the resort business. In January 2004, Starwood acquired Bliss spa from LVMH for $25 million. The next year the company launched its first QuickBliss spa service station at Harvey Nichols Knightsbridge in London, offering an abbreviated menu of fast facials, waxing and nail services. Two years later, in November, 2001, Bliss opened its first international spa, Bliss London. In December 1999, LVMH opened a second location, Bliss 57 on East 57th Street. It was LVMH’s first North American acquisition, and a break with their previous strategy of pursuing European prestige brands. In March 1999, the luxury products group, LVMH (Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton), acquired a majority stake in Bliss spa for a reported $30 million. To accommodate increasing demand, Kilgore opened the first Bliss Spa in SoHo in July 1996. She opened her first single-room office in New York’s Soho district in 1991, followed by the opening of a three-room mini-spa called Let’s Face It! in June 1993. She began giving facials to her friends out of her East Village apartment. Soon after she decided to go to esthetician school, largely because she had personally suffered from acne since her preteen years. During college, she became a personal trainer to make money. Bliss spa was founded in 1996 by Marcia Kilgore, a Saskatchewan, Canada native who moved to Manhattan in 1987 to attend Columbia University.

[fantasyideas1]

quotes almat

1. The highest level of awareness is the irony of sarcasm eats pride, insight in a crying laugh. 2. The dark side of the personality and its dark energy Each of us has his hidden negative side of the person, someone demonstrates it, someone hides it, but this is the part of us that is not us, but only a parody of us. This is what we seek to suppress in ourselves. We suppress egoism in ourselves and move to a new level of consciousness where we will not be alone. Since love is much better than loneliness in selfishness. Since it is precisely the main power of the dark side of the personality that is the manipulation of egoism. Of course, a person changes in his face and his eyes glow in his eyes because he does not see his own wine and what is happening. Such a person becomes blind in his head. False righteousness leads away from the truth. There are no bad people because we simply don’t realize what we are doing. A man is covered with dark energy, anger turning into black hatred. A person is tempted that only he is right so he gets an illusory superiority and his face is completely lost. The soul of such a person becomes black. A sense of rightness does not give him comfort, since evil will never have comfort, only hatred in the soul. It is impregnated with energy, turning into a certain entity and it is clear that it is contagious. Man, as it were, demonstrates pride. But often, as you probably noticed, such people left little of humanity in themselves. The dark energy of arrogant hatred destroys us from within and life is completely meaningless. This is not just reasoning, it is a pattern that surrounds us. Whereas love and forgiveness returns us the true form of self. 3. Fate is our subconscious, life as a repeating dream of the subconscious in a new rebirth. Memory is what guides us. 4. The body of an empathic or understanding person is as if encrusted with crystals that receive a static charge when connected to people and reality. 5. The body is a cocoon of illusions. Instincts are marketing manipulations on which they play as a musical instrument of egoism. From death, it crumbles revealing the soul, awareness and the third eye. 6. Loneliness as an early retirement. 7. Chaos is a great esthetician who accidentally generated the most beautiful landscapes of nature and the unique beauty of man. 8. Life is an ocean and many of us do not have gills and therefore we are gradually suffocating as we seek a way out in ourselves. 9. The cracks of reality are the cracks of the insight of the mind. 10. Holiness is the suspended animation of the mind, for awakening in a better place. 11. The stairs from the TVs are memories. It is very difficult to walk on it, because of guilt. You go through the plasma screen of the TV, through everything that was in your life. You understand to the depths of your soul, and it seems that you are starting to swim and get out of the other side of the screen leaving your body there, and the soul sees a new ladder up from the TVs. 12. Hardcore black humor Rap beat: Tam House, Tam House Tu Tutuk Ta Tam House, Tam House The hardcore black humor of reality is tearing the psyche of crazy laughter, billions of ridiculous laughter everywhere, overlooking everywhere. The power of awareness increases with laughter. Reason bursts at the seams with laughter, a new person is born. Evolution through the laughter of awareness. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

[moody-blues-requiem]

(1♡) I'd like to request a match up if that's okay! I'm a 5'4 female with a bit of chub but some muscles (thick thighs/hips due to this) and natural strength to lift anyone of any height/weight, my hair is black with pink dye underneath! I dress in traditional Gothic or Gothic Lolita fashion for the most part. My friends think I'm motherly and have the most experience when it comes to a lot of things due to this they call me mom, I'm also protective of them emotionally and physically.

(2♡) I enjoy going to basement shows, drawing, playing horror games and watching movies (mostly horror/classic foreign/grindhouse movies). My humor is usually morbid and mutual roasting, I tend to use fake curse words if in front of children. Extra facts: I'm a Gemini, my favorite animals are pigeons (can mimic cooing), I have sharper than average canines, children warm up to me quickly, always the first to initiate a conversation, and my dream job is being an esthetician. P.S prefers males

I pair you with Melone! Don’t ask him what he likes about you, the answer is everything! He loves your hair and fashion, immediately you stood out to him. When he sees how caring you are and how good you are with kids, he knows the two of you are meant to be together. He won’t actually make a son of Babyface from you, out of respect, unless you ask him to. He will, though, ask you to help him raise the little Babyfaces he makes for missions-- imagine how much better they’ll learn and grow with two parents in the picture! He loves going to basement shows with you, he used to go to them frequently before joining up with Passione and he still remembers the hotspot underground venues all over Italy. He’s honestly not the best at video games, but he’s more than happy to sit back and watch you play (and if he’s feeling frisky, maybe tease you a bit and see if he can distract you~). All in all, you two would be quite the power couple!

[myblckcty]

Stephanie Jefferson at Brow Babes

Join My Black City in Celebrating and Supporting Stephanie Jefferson at Brow Babes. We Shine Brighter Together. #MyBlackCity https://myblackcity.org/stephanie-jefferson-at-brow-babes/?feed_id=4687 >> Career esthetician and eyebrow specialist Stephanie is passionate about empowering clients to look and feel their best. >>   During a beauty industry career spanning roughly 15 years, Stephanie’s expertise blossomed through positions with such global brands as Anastasia Beverly Hills and Laura Mercier. Stephanie is in-demand for personal beauty consultations and special event makeup, thanks to her ability to bring humor and compassion to each appointment. She listens and easily forges connections with her clients, one of many reasons that Stephanie also achieved success as a volunteer leader of beauty workshops for cancer patients. Most recently, Stephanie has dedicated herself to eyebrow artistry through shaping and microblading services. The only things Stephanie loves more than her work are live music and cooking for friends and family. She is a proud Denver native who also takes advantage of everything that the singular Centennial State has to offer.