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missmonsteruniverse · 17 days ago

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~Shark Jaws~

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Head canon

Themes: Fluff💖 Nsfw🔥

(Warnings: ⚠️Adult content⚠️ bites, slight mention of blood, mentions of breeding)

Monster: Shark merman Hybrid🦈

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How you met: You’ve recently moved into your new home, wanting to take a break from the loud city, your house was on a low cliff side, connected with your very own cove. One day on the weekend you spent the day sitting by the seashore in your swimsuit and the nearby radio you had playing your favorite music. When suddenly you hear a splash, something smacking in the water behind some rocks in the shallow water. Standing you look at where the sound came from, and you see a dorsal fin, your first thought was probably it was a dolphin being stuck in the shallow parts of the water, moving closer you spoke softly as to not scare the dolphin, “it’s okay, I got you”. Once you get closer the water was at your knees, you grab hold of the tail to help push the animal back into the deeper parts of the water, but you freeze as you hear a stern voice, “That hurts”. Looking over at the voice noticing the tail you’re grabbing was in fact not for a dolphin but a man or shark?…….in a small panic you fall back on your butt.

Who made the first move: It been about 3 months since you’ve met, almost every afternoon you’d meet him down at the cove as he laid on his belly, today you brought down a basket of sandwiches and a bowl of fruits. You both chatted as he occasionally did his flirting causing you to blush but at some moment you both stare into each others eyes, taking in each others facial features in a different light. The next moment you blurt out without thinking, “I like you” causing him to grin revealing his sharp pearly teeth. He spoke out in a teasing manner, causing you to look away embarrassed, as he then leaned forward grabbing your chin gently to face him once more, as he leans forward sealing the first kiss, the beginning of a relationship.

Pet names: Over the course of your relationship with your shark merman lover he began calling you, “my pearl or sweetness”, your lover would happily bring you crabs, fish and other delicious animals to keep you healthy and full of food. As he also would find treasure and bring it for you. You were his and he wanted you to want of nothing.

How he marks you as his mate: Just know the first moment that you two became a couple he wanted to mark you as his mate, as his, he leaves a slightly harsh bite on your neck leaving the indents of his teeth, the first bite he gives you hurts and you slightly bleed which he gently licks up while humming happily, all the while he hands roamed over your warm body, how much he absolutely loved the warmth of your body, your scent. Be sure to know that bite mark will have to always be on your neck at all times, is it starting to fade, nope he’s making another bite mark.

Intimacy: Your shark merman lover, absolutely loves having you straddling him as he ravishes you, he greedily nips at your skin, his nails digging into your hips as he grips, guiding your hips against his own. Though as to where he has his way with you. Of course not on the sand, as it simply gets everywhere and is simply annoying, so did you have the cove renovated with the treasure he has brought you, yes you did, you had part of the beach turned to a stone patio, but transitioning to the normal sand of the cove, you had a pool on one end of the cove that still connects to the natural ocean, in the pool having a very shallow spot with smooth quarts beds and umbrellas for shade, a perfect spot where he can have you naked and ready for him.

But during the time of his breeding season or when your on your menstruation cycle, your shark lover goes absolutely feral, his eyes turning a darker shade of black, his tail markings turning darker, and his cock fully out of his slit and eager to be buried within you, he’s having your entire body covered with his bite marks, with hickeys and absolutely full of his cum. Fully being the type to ravish you throughout multiple rounds, groaning out words of his possession, how he wants to fully breed you, to have you carry his first ever pups, to simply fully be mates, and having your wonderful little ones together. Once done breeding you he stays fully hilted within you, enjoying the sight of him bulging your belly slightly, the sight of his cum slightly oozing out from your connection, he looks up at you grinning, he clawed hand gently wiping away the tears you had from the over sensitivity of the pleasure he gave you.

Your shark merman lover just absolutely loves his human mate entirely and can’t wait for you to have his first pups together as he simply dotes over you entirely, nuzzling into you neck as you rest on him, enjoying your life’s together as mates.

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#monster x reader #monster x human #merman x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster fudger #monster fucker #monster lover #monster smut

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cinnam0nic3girl · 2 months ago

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Being Classy and Developing a Ladylike Mindset

1. Cultivate Inner Confidence

Know Your Worth: Understand your strengths and embrace your individuality. Confidence shines through when you’re comfortable with who you are.

Positive Self-Talk: Replace self-doubt with affirmations and focus on your achievements.

Stay Humble: Confidence paired with humility creates a balanced and approachable demeanor.

2. Refine Your Communication Skills

Speak Eloquently: Practice speaking clearly and thoughtfully. Avoid excessive slang or profanity.

Listen Actively: Pay attention when others speak, showing genuine interest.

Express Gratitude: Use “please,” “thank you,” and “excuse me” generously.

Avoid Gossip: Discuss ideas and experiences rather than people’s flaws.

3. Embrace Elegance in Appearance

Dress Tastefully: Choose clothing that flatters your body and suits the occasion. Stick to timeless pieces and neutral tones for a polished look.

Maintain Grooming: Keep your hair, nails, and skin clean and neat. A simple, natural makeup look often appears more refined.

Invest in Quality Accessories: A classic handbag, elegant jewelry, and well-maintained shoes elevate your style.

4. Develop a Graceful Demeanor

Practice Good Posture: Stand and sit up straight; it conveys poise and confidence.

Move Gracefully: Walk with intention and avoid rushing or slouching.

Control Your Emotions: Stay calm under pressure and express emotions in a balanced manner.

Be Mindful: Avoid interrupting, fidgeting, or speaking too loudly in social settings.

5. Educate Yourself Continuously

Pursue Knowledge: Stay informed about current events, culture, and areas of personal interest.

Read Widely: Literature, history, and self-development books broaden your perspective.

Learn New Skills: Cooking, etiquette, or a second language can enhance your personal refinement.

6. Uphold Strong Values

Integrity: Stay true to your values and act with honesty.

Kindness: Treat everyone with respect and compassion, regardless of status.

Accountability: Take responsibility for your actions and learn from mistakes.

Boundaries: Maintain healthy boundaries in relationships and stand up for yourself gracefully.

7. Practice Good Etiquette

Table Manners: Familiarize yourself with basic dining etiquette.

Social Etiquette: Be polite in conversation, respect personal space, and use appropriate body language.

Digital Etiquette: Avoid oversharing online and be mindful of how you communicate on social media.

8. Surround Yourself with Positivity

Choose Your Circle Wisely: Surround yourself with people who inspire and uplift you.

Seek Inspiration: Follow role models who embody elegance and class.

Avoid Drama: Distance yourself from negativity and unnecessary conflicts.

9. Give Back

Be Generous: Volunteer your time, resources, or skills to help others.

Show Appreciation: Acknowledge and thank those who contribute to your life.

10. Balance Ambition with Grace

Set Goals: Work toward personal and professional aspirations with determination.

Stay Humble: Celebrate your successes without arrogance.

Help Others Succeed: Offer encouragement and mentorship to those around you.

Being classy and having a ladylike mindset is about embodying grace, confidence, and kindness. It’s not just about appearance but also about your behavior, values, and the way you interact with the world.

#clean girl #clean moodboard #girl things #girlblog aesthetic #girlblogging #girlhood #glow up #pinterest girl #self care #that girl #becoming her #pretty girls do it better #madonna #ladylike #wonyoungism #vanilla girl #rich life #higher self

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allurilove · 1 month ago

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Yanderes fairy tale AU x reader where she's been with them for a while and they see her touching herself?

I just love writing for the fantasy au.

Reject!Yandere Prince x Wife!Reader

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Reject!Yandere Prince had mud clinging onto the fabric of his pants, all the way up to his knees. The nail beds of his fingers stained with dark oxidized blood from his latest game, dirt, and sticky amber tree sap. Thick fog had nestled into the unwinding forest, effectively hiding the path he usually takes, and nothing could be seen from the horizon. The tired man had to rely on his senses to make it back home, touching the barks of the trees for the symbols he had engraved earlier from when it was bright. He could not carry a lantern--only a small lighter-- for which it would make him susceptible to the jaws of death. Many creatures and monsters would dream to sink their teeth into the flesh of a healthy muscly man, and carrying a vessel of light was one way to fulfill that fantasy.

The man feels the heavy weight on his back continue to bleed— a single droplet traveling down his arm and falls onto the ground. He heard the spirits let out a small giggle, the loose dirt starting to vibrate before it sucks in the plasma completely.

The wilderness had a taste for blood. Quite literally. Before each kill, the prince had to do a specific ritual to please the gods of nature. He made cuts into the neck of the boar, letting its blood ooze down its grey skin, and absorbed by the hungry soil. The fresh blood was the first step, and the muscle sacrifice was next. He had then carved into the animal's chest, ripping its heart out with his hand, and he buried it into the ground.

In a few weeks, a new piglet should sprout.

Reject!Yandere Prince grunted as he adjusted the position of the dead boar on his back. The ropes that held it onto him was well tied, but if he wasn’t careful, it could unravel by a simple manipulation from the spirits of the woods. He continued his way back home, holding his breath as his feet had stepped onto fallen leaves. The little crunches were enough to trigger the birds from above and announce his presence. The Reject ran as fast as he could, only able to briefly touch the trees to help with his navigation, and he could feel the ground shake and tremor.

Deep hidden roots shot up from the ground. His ankle twists, and the prince fell face first. “Fuck,” he instinctively reached for the weapon by his hip. The vines and nearby plants quickly wrapped their tendrils around his legs— their thorns digging into his calf and up his thigh. He then let out a guttural scream deep from his throat.

His fumbling hands pulled out his scythe and a small lighter, wielding both in a desperate attempt to escape. The tiny flame caused the vine to shriek, shriveling up into a burnt coil. It unraveled from his ankles, retreating in pain, and left him panting on the ground with blood welling up in his puncture wounds.

Oh…the things he goes through just to feed you.

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He made it back home in one piece. After that encounter, the forest had gone back to its normal state of spookiness. The dead animal had flopped onto the floor with a thud, prince yandere’s footsteps just as heavy when he dragged his body to the bedroom door. He closed his eyes, and as he sighed, his forehead pressed against the oak wood. The Reject’s hand held onto the brass knob, he was about to twist it open, until he heard a small and muffled whimper.

You sounded weak— breathless even.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up. “Are you all right in there?” he whispered, keeping his voice low incase the monster was lurking nearby. His hand then reached for the scythe by his side, and he gripped the handle as he readied himself to attack.

When you didn’t respond— he finally pushed the door open. To your knowledge, your husband should be out for another couple of hours. Hunting took forever in these woods, and sometimes he would come back with empty hands. You were too busy taking care of your aching needs to notice that your husband had entered the bedroom. Your husband halted at the sight of your compromising position, noticing how exposed you were with your dusty rose nightgown that was bunched up by your hips. One of your hands fondling were your soft breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple to get it taut, and the other had slipped underneath your panties and was by your core. Your legs were far apart, and that glistening sweet cunt of yours had caught his eyes immediately.

Reject!Yandere Prince would have never thought that his wife would resort to such desperate measures. He was sure he had made it clear: you must wait for him at all times. Yet, he supposed it made sense—you weren't as strong-willed as he was, after all. Still, even a disciplined man like him couldn’t resist the sinful pleasures of the flesh. He hated how easily his body could succumb to temptation. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the blood rushing south, he dropped his weapon, his feet carrying him toward you.

He stayed silent when his knees rests on the bed, his eyes raking over your bashful form. You had tried to hide your lower body, but his rough hands grabbed onto your thighs. He painfully squeezed them—a wordless reminder to keep them spread apart for him.

“So, this is what you were doing while I was gone.” The man's voice rough and curt, finally breaking the silence. His gaze not once looking at your face, but at your wet, and beautifully alluring kitty. It’s hypnotic, even. Calling his name. Calling for his cock and attention. He can’t tear his gaze away.

His thumb experimentally grazed over the damp fabric lightly, feeling your sticky folds. Your husband forgot all about his bleeding leg, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. “I risk my life for us—to put food on the table. You order me around, make me do the backbreaking labor, and send me to fetch whatever you want from the market. But maybe—just maybe—it’s all worth it if I can come home to a sight like this every night.”

“I’ll happily be your dog,” his mouth lowered towards your cunt, and his tongue snaked out to tease at your entrance.

“As long as I can get a taste.”

Allure: Reject yandere prince is actually nicer than regular ol’ yandere prince. he just needed to get shunned by his family and have near death experiences on the reg ig. It’s also like 1 am where i live and idk this has been in my drafts for a while and I finally got it done! If there’s like mistakes i’ll fix em later!

#Allurilove yandere writing Fantasy AU #this was in my drafts for so long omg #reject!yandere prince x you #established relationship #yandere prince x fem reader #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x fem reader #yandere x darling #male yandere x female reader #fantasy yandere imagines #yandere imagines #fantasy alternate universe #yandere smut #smut writing #yandere drabble

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heartlilith · 10 months ago

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Lilith - Becoming Powerful

“Lilith, or "Black Moon Lilith," is a point in your birth chart that reveals your personality's hidden or taboo parts. It indicates where you've kept your true desires secret to avoid criticism or rejection. This hidden side, often called your shadow, represents everything society considers forbidden or unacceptable.”

1st House: This is a powerful placement whether you like it or not. This placement is the embodiment of Lilith; seductive, head turning, taboo, femme fatale. To make Lilith work for you here, you need to remember not to repress your personality, you are who you are. Being yourself attracts the people that are meant to be in your life. Your ability to captivate people with your appearance alone is admirable. You’re intimidating, provocative, raw. Becoming powerful is all about knowing this and using it to your advantage. Making eye contact with others, stating your opinions unapologetically, wearing black and red clothing. Knowing that you’re that bitch!

2nd House: Lilith here is all about that money honey. Using Lilith here to become powerful can look like building up your self worth to become unwavering. You have a natural ability to get things from others if you just focus on building your self worth. You’re naturally sensual. Wearing perfume, black/red clothes (like 1st house), and clothes that compliment your body shape. Becoming powerful with Lilith in the 2nd house is investing in yourself so that others invest in you too. You are naturally a money magnet you just need the skills and confidence to fully unlock your capability.

3rd House: Lilith in the 3rd house can be a very persuasive placement. The way you communicate with others is calculated and strategic. Learning about the laws of suggestion, how to seduce, and reverse psychology would make you extremely powerful. How to talk to people in a way that reaches your desired outcome. Learning what to say and when. I’m not saying to be full on manipulative, just play the game. You’re intelligent and have a unique perspective on the way things work. Use your communication skills to become powerful and look up the laws/reverse psychology that I mentioned previously.

4th House: Lilith in the 4th house is a hard placement to have. Becoming powerful means complete separation from your family. When you leave your childhood home, you’ll become powerful. Working through your trauma and creating separation with unhealthy family members will help you. Your emotional intelligence is another way you can become powerful. Harness your ability to see right through people and use it to your advantage.

5th House: Lilith here is all about self expression. You need to be comfortable with what Lilith brings here to become truly powerful. Being comfortable with your sexual expression and using art to convey your emotions. Lilith in the 5th house is a placement that indicates a heartbreaker, they can look but they can’t touch. I think your power lies in expressing yourself totally and unapologetically. Embracing your creativity and gaining power through arts.

6th House: Unlocking your power with this placement is creating routines focused on the self. Putting yourself first and foremost always, be selfish. Everyday, create a routine that is beneficial to you; a work out routine, skin care routine, say affirmations in the mirror, getting your nails done, having a healthy diet are all things that will unlock your power. Pay no mind to your coworkers; go to work and go home, you are not there to make friends. Before helping others, help yourself - that is how to become powerful.

7th House: Another powerhouse placement. Becoming powerful with your Lilith here is using tactics to get people on your side. You’re naturally very good at persuasion, use this. In love, you can have whoever you want so choose wisely. Becoming powerful means charming others and knowing how to act and when. Using your charm can get you ahead in life, networking and creating contacts to be successful.

8th House: Lilith in the 8th house is a naturally powerful aspect. You have the ability to gain things from other people, people want to help you. Dressing up, even if you’re the slightest bit suggestive is going to help you. You don’t have to dress up like an escort or anything but using a sexy perfume, an off the shoulder outfit, high heels, things that are minimally suggestive are going to amplify your abilities to gain through others.

9th House: Your power is being able to detach from things and people. This is great. Study the law of detachment and USE IT. Your ability to detach can actually help you get what you want in life. Detachment is key. You’re not afraid to argue and stand up for your beliefs because to you, pissing people off doesn’t matter. You don’t care - detachment. Stick up for your beliefs without concern, you could very well become revolutionary.

10th House: Power placement. Similar to the 1st house, you embody Lilith. The difference is the 1st house can hide it better, the 10th house not so much. You can use your good looks and mannerisms to climb the corporate ladder. You know how to get people into the palm of your hand. Becoming powerful here is learning the tools; psychology, 48 laws of power, the power of seduction and implementing them as you see fit. Not paying attention to gossip and rumors will also make you powerful.

11th House: This is a tough placement to have. Having Lilith in the 11th house means you were probably outcasted or hurt in some way by friends or peers. Becoming powerful with this placement is working through that trauma and becoming an advocate for others. Embrace what makes you different, embrace standing out from the crowd. Becoming an advocate for others who felt that way will make you powerful, you could become a leader.

12th House: Lilith here is very useful because of your ability to hide it when necessary. Because of this, you could be popular or comfortable to be around. Having the ability to hide Lilith and then pull her out of a hat when you need to is powerful. You can be sneaky, strategic, but also walked on. Using Lilith to become powerful is knowing when you’re being taken advantage of and tricked. Becoming powerful means believing when someone shows you who they are. Pay attention to actions and not words.

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canisalbus · 6 months ago

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You mentioned dog beauty standards - what would they be? What would the ideal dog look like in their time and place?

I think a few common human beauty standards can be applied to dog people as well. Symmetrical features, balanced proportions, cleanliness, good health, good teeth, good posture, pleasant voice and confident gait.

In Vasco's and Machete's setting, men are expected to be athletic but youthful, have enough muscle definition to appear virile and sculptural but also retain some natural curves. An ideal woman is delicate and feminine but also full-figured, soft bodied and robust enough to bear children. Failing to appear vital and lively is a huge minus.

Fur is immensely important in dog world. Length and color doesn't matter but it should be dense, lush and shiny and obviously be free from dirt, odors and parasites. Beauty-conscious dogs with dark fur try to avoid having their coats bleached by the sun. Mange is greatly feared as it almost always comes with public shunning and loss of social status.

Dogs don't have much exposed skin but it too should appear healthy and smooth. Softer paw pads and glossy, neatly trimmed nails signify high standard of living.

In this particular time and place, slightly rounder and softer facial features are favored. Big, dark and round puppy eyes are seen as particularly beautiful. Symmetrical face markings are desirable, but some dogs become known for their unique and visually striking patches and spots. Vibrant and warm colors are generally more praiseworthy than more muted shades and fur dyeing isn't unheard of, but it takes a lot of time and effort to maintain and is too costly for most dogs. Tail standards vary between different types but carrying it high is usually seen as an attractive trait. Thickly furred and well groomed tails are well liked. Ear cropping and tail docking is a tradition comparable to body modding in some communities, although at this time most people that practice it are peasants and commoners.

#answered #nurmilintunen #Vaschete lore #Vasco is generally seen as well-rounded conventionally attractive guy with strikingly golden fur charming smile and warm friendly eyes #the distinct beauty marks on his cheeks are a cherry on top #Machete on the other hand would fit right in in the consumptioncore Victorian England and it's glamorized suffering #but for Renaissance ideals he's just too waifish and pointy and unmanly

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rainrot4me · 4 months ago

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Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 12

Jeff the Killer x TransMasc (FtM) Reader - Hair Pulling/Pegging

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Pegging, forced submission, hair pulling, mentions of injury, bottom Jeff, domination, cunnilingus, anal, rimming

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

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A/N: I didn't get to flourish out the reader being trans as much as I would have liked to, but I also felt like it not being an incredibly big writing point makes it more natural? IDK give me your thoughts and ways I can improve it please! I've never written a trans reader, but I wanted to try my hand at it!

Was it smart to get into a relationship where the two of you had insanely gigantic egos? No.

Did it make it much more satisfying to come out on top every time? Hell yeah.

“One more word, I dare you.” You spat.

From anyone else’s perspective, your relationship with Jeff would seem toxic and demeaning, constantly bickering or knocking each other around to prove a point. Sure, it was far from healthy, but you could expect only so much from a certified lunatic.

“Or what? I’ll get time out?” The killer snickered, leaning back on your bed as he spread his legs wide, a disgusting grin on his face.

“You’d get off to that, wouldn’t you? Bust a nut just from getting told to sit in the corner.” You scoffed, hauling your hoodie over your head and throwing the nasty fabric to the side, turning towards your bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Jeff was still smiling, chuckling to himself as he stood to follow you in.

You both had just returned from a long night, bodies sore and heads pounding from overexertion, but that didn’t stop either one from throwing snotty remarks.

Flipping the bright bathroom lights on, you glared at your reflection, gnarly bruises and scratches running up your chest and shoulders, the wounds still bright with irritation. Jeff sauntered in behind you, bright eyes roaming your bare back that you were sure looked much worse than your front. “Jesus, [Y/N], how did she even do all that?” He cringed, settling his rough hand on your shoulder to examine the litter of scratches all down your spine. You huffed, shoving his hand off and reaching for the faucet, running warm water as you grabbed a rag.

It was embarrassing to admit that some lady, a younger police officer who tried to intervene in your mission, had banged you up bad enough while you tried to take her out. Maybe you would’ve let Jeff try to be sweet and clean you off, but the killer was the one who alerted the damn woman with his “go to sleep” bullshit. You got her off of you and delivered some nasty blows, but she got some good hits too, cutting up your skin with her nails. Jeff laughed the whole way home, throwing a shit-eating grin every time you glared at him.

Running the rag across your bare shoulders, you groaned, the small sting tolerable but definitely uncomfortable as you cleaned yourself up. Jack was out hunting, so you couldn’t get his professional opinion, but you deemed them not bad enough to get all the sterile stuff out. Rummaging the cupboard behind the mirror, you shook a few ibuprofen into your hand and called it a night.

��Aw, won’t even let me bandage you up? C’mon now, baby…” Jeff sneered, trying his best to put on a sweet face as he ran his fingers down your back, tracing the skin right above the waistline of your jeans. You huffed, anger still boiling in the back of your mind despite the chills that littered your skin, your eyes trained on him in the mirror behind you. “Lay off, Jeffrey.” You tried to nudge back to your bedroom, your messy sheets and pillows practically calling your name, but Jeff wrapped his hands around your waist, tugging your back against him.

If there was one thing about the killer you could always count on, it was his unwavering ability to become insufferably horny after any mission. You chalked it up to the aftermath of the adrenaline rush, but he never failed to get all touchy whenever you both finally made it back to the mansion.

“Why so angry, babe? How ‘bout you put all that energy to good use, huh?” He smiled, pressing his nose behind your ear and kissing lightly, trying to switch up his annoying demeanor to coax you. He was always good at that, playing the nasty one until he decided he wanted to be sweet, using all the right moves and words to melt you down. Tonight, however, you felt just a little more ill than usual, body still wired with adrenaline and anger- it would take more than kisses up your neck to get you now.

Shifting your shoulder, you nudged him off, the gruff sigh from the killer annoyed that you didn’t immediately give in. How could you not? He was irresistible?! He followed you into the bedroom, tugging at the belt loop of your jeans and pouting when you refused to show him attention, or groaning when you ignored his hands pawing at your waist. All the usual hints that he wanted you weren’t working, and Jeff was becoming more frustrated by the second. “[Y/N]... C’mon…”

You secretly smirked to yourself when he sat at the edge of your bed, rummaging through your dresser for clean clothes that weren’t matted with speckles of blood and dirt. He leaned back on his elbows, groaning about how stubborn you were being while you unbuttoned your jeans, shoving them past your hips. His grumbles quickly faltered, the only noise the shifting and settling of the mansion as he watched you kick your jeans off, snagging your fingers into the waistline of your boxers next.

You heard Jeff sit up, your bed creaking under the weight when you pushed the fabric over your ass, bending just a little to tease and send a staggered breath from the killer. You smiled to yourself when you kicked your boxers off, bare back on display to him as you reached for your clean clothes, refusing to turn and even let Jeff think you were giving him what he wanted. He pushed off the mattress, feet creaking on the floorboards when you felt cold hands run across your waist again, his hips pressing against your ass.

“Baby…”

“Jeff, no.” It sounded a little cold, but you didn’t intend to let him think just because he wanted you, he was going to get you- he had to work for it.

He whines, a pout forming on his lips when he presses kisses against that same spot behind your ear. “C’monnn, you’re not gonna stay mad all night. Lemme make it up to you.” You raise a brow, refusing to show any interest as Jeff ruts his clothed bulge against your ass, mouthing kisses onto your shoulder.

Trying to pull your shirt over your head, the killer grumbles at your disinterest, trying to push his hands down to your sweet center and maybe coax you along, but being left unsatisfied when you elbow him off and step away. “Go jerk off in your own room, man. You’re not getting it for that fuckjob of a mission you pulled.”

Even if he did decide to leave, you would’ve rubbed one out yourself. You couldn’t deny how excited you got from seeing the oh-so-big-and-bad-killer start to whine and paw at you, desperation creeping in when his cock twitched uncomfortably in his jeans. He ground his teeth, stepping after you when you tried to climb into the bed, wearing nothing but a clean shirt as your ass swayed vulgarly.

“Babe- c’mon… Sorry? Alright? I’m sorry for bein’ an ass- Just… please?” It was so satisfying to see him cling onto your hips, tugging you up off the bed and holding you close to his chest, his obvious boner pressing against the side of your thigh. You huffed, secretly smiling to yourself.

You would let him have it, but he wasn’t going to like it.

“Alright…” He perked up, kissing you across your shoulders again, before- “Grab the strap, then.”

His kisses faltered, letting off your skin to look you in the eyes, trying to gauge if you were being serious. You didn’t use it often, only daring one time to experiment, but ultimately deciding you both didn’t prefer it. It seemed appropriate now, your body flipping that anger into excitement when Jeff began to shake his head.

“Baby… You can’t be serious-”

“Go on, Jeff. You don’t get to choose right now.” You dropped your voice, a stern tone that made the killer stiffen up, shifting his weight back. He didn’t try to beckon, just let go of your hips and sheepishly knelt down, reaching under your bed. With heavy eyes, he grabbed the small tote you hid, popping the lid open to reveal the gaggle of toys you both had used on one another, the killer’s hands fishing for the dull pink strapon at the bottom. You leaned back on the bed when he held it out, shoving the box back under your bed and groaning when you took it from him.

You drug it out, slow and methodical movements when you dipped each leg into the holster, snugging the straps around your hips and tightening the clips. Jeff watched anxiously, sitting back on his haunches while his fingers gripped into his jeans, staring at the dildo you were adjusting at your crotch. The smooth base of the toy pressed against your cunt, settling against your clit in a way that made you huff a groan.

Tugging your shirt off, Jeff eyed your body, eyes roaming your chest and arms as you towered over him. You smiled down, sitting back against your bed and spreading your legs, the killer’s face a little more pale than before as you beckoned him closer. He hesitated at first, testing if you were really serious, but eventually shuffled forward onto his knees when you glared at him.

The toy wasn’t incredibly big, just a little smaller than Jeff’s cock, but it was definitely more than he was used to taking. Jeff had no remorse in forcing himself into you inch by terrible inch, stuffing you to his heart’s content despite your raspy pleas to go slow. It felt appropriate to not give him the same luxury of being gentle.

“Hurry up. You wanna cum or not?” Jeff furrowed his brows, shifting his weight up to press his head just above the tip, eyeing you just once more as you smiled sickly. Soft groans leave your mouth as he flattens his tongue and licks at the head, saliva glistening across the silicone when he tries to wrap his lips around the tip. “Watch your teeth, yeah?”

Maybe he would’ve made some sly remark about how it was just a toy and made fun of you, but you wrapped your hands into his hair, gripping the messy strands tight as you began to shove his head down. His neck was tense, mouth trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion as he gagged and choked around the length, trying to press back up. You held him, continuing to force him down until you felt his nose press against your hip, muffled coughing as his fingers dug into your thighs. Through the scars on his cheeks, you could see the toy going deeper, nestling itself into his throat as Jeff unhinged his jaw to accommodate.

“Don’t fight me, Jeffrey.” You grovel, Jeff sitting up a little more as the toy presses hard against his tongue, you forcing the length to brush against the back of his throat. Tears well in his eyes, unable to breathe properly as his skin heats, flushed from the sudden overwhelm. He could try to resist, but you demanded his compliance, and honestly, that turned him on something terrible. “Always runnin’ your mouth, messing things up- this is what you get.”

A stark tug on his hair and he’s whining, bobbing up and down the length with heavy eyes, the lack of oxygen bringing him down from his domination a lot quicker than you expected. The sounds are so messy, spit building on his lips and glistening across the silicone every time his lips meet the head, tongue flattening across the divot in the tip and taking it like it was real. You moan at the sight, clit jerking every time the strap shifts and rubs just right.

Jeff’s head feels light, letting his jaw hang loose despite the war in his head telling him to get up and shove you off. He knows he could easily stop this, fight you off, and take what he wanted, but something in his likes how your eyes bore down at him as you own him, a claim being staked. He could fight, could deny ever enjoying it, but he couldn’t lie when your hips pressed off the mattress and began to snap into his throat, fucking the toy in haphazardly.

You enjoyed this a little too much too- the way your idiotically loud, egotistical, manic boyfriend loved to act like he was big and bad, but found himself falling apart, jaw slack, eyes rolling back while you used his throat. You fisted his hair hard, whining and gasping through slobbered gags every time you tugged the strands, forcing him to comply. Tears fall down his pale cheeks, sweat dripping down his forehead as you finally pop his head off, eyes hazy and heart thumping in his chest while you look down at him, satisfied with the state he’s found himself in.

“Hah- Hnn- Baby…” He pants, trying to catch his breath while you run your fist up and down the length, coating his saliva across the silicone and admiring the way it shines. You glance at him, face flushed and eyes heavy, hair still pulled back into your grip as his jaw hangs slack. “You… Wanna feel- hah- you…”

“You’re so fucking noisy. Babbling already and we’ve barely started.” That shuts him up, embarrassment heavy as he pants, trying to catch his breath. You tug him forward, holding his face close as you slap the toy across his cheeks, his spit smacking his skin lewdly, the killer tightening his face with the impact.

“Up on the bed.” You stood, nudging him to climb up onto the mattress, but finding the killer reluctant. You eyed him, reaching for his jeans and slowly unbuttoning them, watching as his eyes lazily followed your movements. He reached for his shirt, hauling the fabric over his head when you helped him shove his pants off, kicking them to the side. His cock was heavy in his boxers, a wet stain where his tip twitched, huffing a low groan when you palmed at the length. “Up on the bed, now, m’kay?”

It took a moment, but reluctantly Jeff climbed up, shoveling his boxers off and groaning at his wilted cock, the tip a deep red. You pressed onto the bed, Jeff flipping over and whining into the sheets with embarrassment. He couldn’t stand how turned on he was, overwhelmed with the fact that he might’ve been enjoying this. “Quit bein’ a baby and acting like you aren’t enjoying this. I mean, look how hard you are.” It was like a stab in the gut, but Jeff couldn’t stop his cock from twitching at your tone.

He pressed his knees up, palms digging into the sheets as he climbed onto all fours, letting his spine drop the best he could and arching uncomfortably. You admired his effort, shifting behind him as you palmed at his skin, delivering hard grips to his ass. Jeff shuddered, body shaking slightly when he felt you lean down, breath tingling his skin as his cock hung between his legs.

“Get over yourself and just enjoy it, alright?” You huffed, pulling the plush off his ass apart and pressing in slow, a long stripe of your warm tongue across his hole. The killer choked, a gruff moan when you slowly lapped at him, trying your best to break that tension he held. Jeff tried not to fight, tried to listen to you and enjoy it, but found himself stiffer than ever, fingers digging into the sheets. You could feel it, his body so rigid as you kneaded his ass, moaning into the sweet taste.

You reached between his legs, wrapping your fist around his swelled cock and slowly stroking, his hips jutting with the stimulation. Jeff moaned, jaw hanging loose when you felt his hips jerk with every stroke, your grasp tight around his length while your tongue dipped shallowly into his fluttering hole. Your warm saliva coats him, opening up slowly for each tug you give his cock, the duality easing his body, arms shaky and weak as the killer tries to keep himself up.

Your tongue dips fully into the tight ring of muscle, lulling with a groan as how he eases up, pushing his ass back against you as precum dribbles onto your bedsheets, his loud gasps and groans teetering on the edge. “Baby… Yeah- Mhnn- Yeah-” Your own arousal throbs in your gut at his willingness, riding back across your tongue as he bites his lower lip, eyes closed in hard concentration.

“My tongue too much, hm? Can’t hold on much longer?” You kiss along his ass, hand still slowly stroking his cock just enough to have his hips stutter for more. The killer nods, quiet moans as his thighs tremble and clench, arms daring to give out. “Then maybe you need something bigger? Isn’t that right?” Jeff tries to retort, pushing up a little, but you’re already sitting up behind him, grasping his hips hard enough to bruise.

You teasingly draw circles around the rim, Jeff shivering, hole quivering at the cold feeling of mixed saliva slipping between his ass. He moans out, arms finally giving as his chest hits the mattress, face smashed into the sheets.

Arching his back stiffly, he grinds his ass back against the toy prodding at his asshole, muffled gasps when he feels you begin to press in, the head slowly disappearing into his tight hole. Jeff tries to keep his flushed face hidden in the sheets, biting into the fabric to sheath any terrible noises that erupt, but finds himself needing to look back at you.

He shifts, lying the side of his head out as he looks back over his shoulder, your face hard in concentration while you slowly bob your hips back and forth. The stretch is nauseating, shocks of pain and glorious pleasure running up his body every inch you try to sink in deeper, bully past that pesky resistance he’s still holding onto. “Open up f’me, Jeff. You said you wanted to feel me, didn’t you?” You teased, glancing up at him with a slurred smile.

“Ah! Please, baby.”

“Please what? Use your words, Jeff.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Sweat dribbled down your brow, fingers grasping his hips with a bruising intensity that had his skin red with irritation. His walls flutter, hole clenching painfully on the toy that is only mere inches from the hilt. Jeff feels so full, so painfully full he thinks he’s going to snap. You take the opportunity, pulling your hips back before pushing back forward, watching as his hole stretches to accommodate, just to suck you all back in again. It’s a mouthwatering sight.

“Fuck! Baby, yeah-” Jeff curses the puny tone to his voice, desperation guiding his hips to fuck back onto the toy, the length brushing that sweet spot nestled deep inside. His cock is leaking something terrible, you barely thrusting but it feels like you're slamming into him, bullying your anger into his submission. You know all the ways to make him tick, all the ways to brush your hands up his back and make chills graze his skin, his gut heavy with arousal.

You don’t have to move anymore, Jeff is practically doing all the work for you. He can complain in his head all he wants, but it’s his ass that’s bouncing back onto your hips with loud, syrupy whines. His cock slabs against his abdomen, the squelch and smacking as he fucks himself raw, his head nearly spinning with haziness. “I wan- I wanna cum, please, babe.” He gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so desperately, face so messy.

You leaned in, pushing his hips down and resting your weight on top of him, bringing your hips up just to slam right back down into him with a choked moan. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging his head up and back as you forced him to look at you. “Do you think you deserve to? After how you treated me today?”

Jeff hesitated, breathy moans as you rutted your hips down, grinding the toy into him and bumping against his prostate. He finally shook his head, gritting his teeth when you leaned in to press a sloppy kiss on the back of his neck, tugging on his hair. You were just surprised he gave you the answer you wanted, finally breaking past his egotistical cumdrunk self and letting you diminish him. It was satisfying, it was arousing.

You sat back, hauling his hips with you and reaching around his waist, snagging his cock into your fist and jerking as rhythmically with the thrust of your hips as you could. Jeff moaned loud, grappling at the sheets as you bounced his ass back, finally loosening up enough to take the toy to the hilt.

“You wanna cum, Jeff?” You huffed, knocking the head of the toy against his prostate, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Was he drooling or were those tears? He didn’t know, but he could barely choke out his answer.

“Yes.”

“Then cum.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, or the pierce of your fingernails digging into his hips, but Jeff is immediately snapping back onto your hips, reaching his climax. Poor, exhausted cock throbbing and cumming dry, stripes of hot white onto your bedsheets below. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Head still reeling, the killer can do nothing else but lay there limply, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself from his clenching hole. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so ruined.

As you tenderly roll him over, he’s still panting, heart thudding so hard in his chest that you swear you can hear it. You let the strap fall from your hips, shimmying the toy off and slowly climbing up onto his thighs, straddling his limp hips.

Jeff was never a one-and-done kind of lover, rallying for two or three rounds every chance he got, so why wouldn’t you give him the same luxury? A taste of his own medicine should keep him pliable for weeks, you think.

Settling your hips out, Jeff jerks when you grab his cock, the length still flinching with postorgasmic swells as you slowly press down onto the head, Jeff hauling up. He watches through tear-soaked eyes, that later he will swear never happened, as your bulbous clit throbs with arousal, shifting your weight down to feel him sink inside of your warmth.

“[Y/N]- Wait, wait, woah-” He cries out, gripping his hands onto your hips as you begin to slowly rut yourself down. “Did I say we were done? You wanted to feel me,” He gasps, throwing his head back with a strangled moan. “So lay back and take it, Jeffrey.”

Thanks for reading!

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arielleslipgloss · 3 months ago

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Victoria Secret Is Back!! Here’s Your Guide To A Victoria Secret Angel Makeover (Part 1)

“I feel like when people judge me they’re not judging me, because they don’t know who I am.” - Gisele Bündchen 🪽

Hiii doll, welcome to Arielle’s makeover store!! It’s looks like you set an appointment for a Victoria Secret Angel transformation. Is that correct? Perfect, relax and take some notes if you like!

In this NEW series, I’ll be going over things like fashion, perfumes, makeup, hair, nails, what you eat, and more!! I hope you all enjoy this series, let’s start on your makeover💗

Before we actually get started, please keep in mind I’m not a doctor and I don’t own any photos that are being used. Thank you!!💋

1. Start Eating Clean!! I know you’ve probably heard someone say this before, and maybe it’s time you actually listen to them for once. If eating clean is confusing, no worries. Let’s start with the basics!! Now, the first thing is mindset. It may seem off topic, but trust me. What I mean by this, is think of eating healthy as a lifestyle. Many people think of it as restrictive diet. Which, it’s most definitely not. Instead of thinking of it as being “restrictive” think of it as discipline. I can tell you based off of my experience that this way of thinking works!! Next step, is to eat real whole foods. Literally start eating what God has provided us with since the start. Eat meat for protein, fish for healthy fats, naturally fermented foods for probiotics, fruits for healthy digestion, nuts for fiber, vegetables to improve your immune system, etc. Real whole foods, will make real impacts on your health. And let’s not forget supplements help a lot too. However, I would talk with a professional about what supplements to take. Overall, everything listed helps to get that inner and outer glow.

2. Body Care!! The key to soft skin, smelling good, fighting skin issues, and obviously feeling/being clean. As always, let’s start with the basics. A simple body routine consists of a body wash, something to exfoliate with, (ex: African net or exfoliating glove.) and lastly moisturizer. Super easy, effective, and simple. However, let’s crake it up slightly. If you wanna smell good try a dry brush, quality sugar scrub, Moroccan Kessa glove, body wash, scented lotion or body butter, shimmery body oil, deodorant, and the cherry on top perfume obviously. Now, me personally I really only do all of this together once a week. Cause the truth is, it does take a while to do all of this with my hair care routine. However, in the end it’s so rewarding and I feel amazing every time. All of this is completely optional of course, EXCEPT the first routine I listed. If your not doing the three step body care routine I listed at first, sorry but I’m just gonna assume you smell bad. The first body care routine is ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL. Well, now that you know that let’s go over some products. I am not gatekeeping here, so here are some my favorite body care products. Starting off strong with, the dry brush from Kitsch that’s available at Ulta Beauty. For good quality sugar scrubs I love making my own or using Josie Maran’s (available at Sephora & Amazon.) For finding an affordable and amazing Kessa glove Zakia’s Morocco (on Amazon) is perfect. When it comes to body washes, Dove and Naturium (Target) are my top choices. My favorite body lotion is from Naturium, but Esos lotions (Target) smell amazing. Another great Josie Maran product is their body butter, it’s leaves the skin soooo soft. Next, is NUXE’s shimmery body oil that’s available on Amazon. I will be skipping my favorite deodorants, since I feel that everyone has different preferences. Which, leaves us with only perfumes left. My favorites are Strawberry Poundcake (Bath & Body Works), Philosophy Warn Cashmere (Ulta Beauty), and despite not listening to her Billie Eilish’s Eau de Parfum smells like a literal glazed donut. Hopefully, that all helps!!

3. Be Kind!! The year is almost over and it’s never too late to share your love with others. So be kind to everyone, even if they have hurt you. Try complimenting people more, like the VS models would hype each other up. Maybe try giving 1-3 compliments to people you see. Oh, and always remember to be kind to yourself. It’s much harder to be nice to others, if you can’t be nice to yourself. So, take this advice as you will. Just never forget that you won’t remember that argument in 5 years.

4. Skincare Secrets!! I’ll be listing the top skincare secrets I’ve seen the angels share for perfect looking skin. Starting off with, eating their skincare. Whether it’s Gisele Bündchen’s Elderberry jello or Adriana Lima’s avocado smoothie. The angels know it’s important to eat and drink their skincare. Some recipes the angels have shared like Miranda Kerr’s celery juice and Candice Swanepoel’s favorite smoothie are amazing for your skin. Overall the angels aim for clean and beneficial foods/drinks. Which, I go over in the very beginning of this blog. Next secret is, lymphatic drainage facial massages. These massages are perfect for sculpting your face, and super easy to do. I mean all you need is, either a gua sha or your hands. Plus with the internets help, you can find videos on what massages to do. Now, what I’ll be sharing next is no secret. However, drinking water is a MAJOR step to having glowing skin. If you’re not drinking enough water your skin will let you know. Seriously, water works miracles for your skin. It reduces puffiness and inflammation. Which are things you’ve probably experienced. So, go drink your water right now if you haven’t. Last skincare secret of the angels I’ll be sharing is, facials. Most models have facials done regularly or for big events. However, it can be a bit on the pricey side for some. But no worries, I’ll be revealing how to have your own facial at home. For facial we’ll be focusing on cleaning your pores. First things first, is steaming the face. The benefits of steaming your face are honestly endless. Which, is why I love facial steamers so much. For those who don’t own a facial steamer just use a bowl, hot water, and a towel. Simply, put your face by the steaming water and throw the towel over your head. Then, wait for about 10 minutes. Next, grab yourself a clay mask. I personally loveee Zakia’a Morocco Ghassoul Organic Clay Mask. Once you’ve applied your mask, keep it on for however long is instructed. After that, rinse it off and wash your face with a gentle cleanser. Making sure you thoroughly cleanse your face for at least one minute. Last steps, are to moisturize and massage your face for a good ten minutes. And just like that, you have an easy and quick pore cleaning facial at home. That I can guarantee you is probably 10x cheaper. With that all being said, that’s all of the skincare secrets I have to share in this blog. However, I of course will be sharing more in my other upcoming blogs!!

5. Workout!! As we know, working out is so good for our health. It’s incredibly important for our bodies to move everyday. Now, I’m not saying to do an intense workout everyday. But, maybe go on a 20-30 minute walk everyday. You can also make a workout plan. Try aiming to do pilates, a dance workout, or any workout in general every 3-4 days each week. Not only does this help with a busy schedule, but also will make you feel productive.

6. Sleep!! In order to have a proper makeover you must get sleep. Getting sleep for at least 8 hours will help with your energy, digestion system, eye health, and your brain functioning properly. Sleeping will overall improve your health. So, making a night routine that will help you go to bed at a certain time.

7. Read And Journal More!! Reading and journaling can often be used to refresh our minds. Both can help relive stress, anxiety, and improve our health. Of course, be mindful of what you read. Some books can be bad for our health, so be aware. However, taking a break from our phones to read or journal should become an everyday habit. Maybe go outside and be with nature as you read or write. Take the time to breathe and sort through your thoughts.

8. Self Care Sundays!! Before the new week comes along, take the time to do some self care. Workout, shower, do karaoke, a face mask, eat nutritious foods, drink tea, watch your favorite movie, wash your bedding, read or journal, plan for the week, go on a walk, dress up cute, do your skincare, clean your room, give yourself a spa day, etc. Just do what you love and what makes you feel genuinely happy.

”The more you trust your intuition, the more empowered you become, the stronger you become, and the happier you become.” - Gisele Bündchen 🐚

Thank you dolls for reading this until the end!! I hope you enjoy this series 💗

Remember to trust your intuition and stay pretty.

Xoxo, Arielleslipgloss 💋🎀

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ladies-of-fortune · 1 month ago

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No, you don't look put together just because you got a manicure

I’m sorry, but it’s true. Getting a manicure is just a small detail that adds to the overall picture of your appearance. If you haven’t showered in days or are dressed in frumpy clothes, no set of nails in the world is going to save you.

So, what do people actually notice?

Your teeth – Are they clean, healthy, and in alignment?

Your clothes – Are they ironed, clean, and well-fitted?

Your hair – Is it brushed, clean, and styled?

Your posture – Do you stand up straight, or do you shrink like you’re trying to disappear?

Your scent – People might not notice your perfume, but they’ll definitely notice if you haven’t showered. Trust me, you don’t want that.

Your hands – Are they moisturized?

Your nails – If you’re not wearing polish, are they clean and tidy? If you are, is it chipped or growing out?

Your face – The condition of your skin and how your makeup (if any) sits on it.

These basic hygiene habits do more than just make you look presentable—they make you feel good about how you care for yourself and how you show up in the world.

Pick Your Battles Wisely

What I said earlier doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get your nails done—far from it! If it makes you happy and helps you feel put together, go for it. But if you’re aiming to project a polished image, you need to consider the maintenance certain stylistic choices demand.

Here are a few examples of high-maintenance choices:

Nails – Getting them done costs money, and regular upkeep is a must if you don’t want chips or breaks to ruin the look.

Hair dye – From covering roots to deep-conditioning, dye jobs require constant attention (and budgeting).

Lash treatments – Extensions look amazing, but they shed over time, requiring regular refills.

Perms – The maintenance depends on how different your natural hair is from the perm. For instance, straight perms on curly hair need way more upkeep.

Fake tanning – Whether you DIY or hit the salon, tans fade, streak, or patch, so maintenance is unavoidable.

All of these treatments have one thing in common: they demand time, money, or both. And if you cut corners, it often backfires, costing you more in the long run. This isn’t to discourage you—it’s to keep you aware of what you’re committing to if you want these to be part of your signature look.

Be High Maintenance to Be Low Maintenance

If you’re aiming for a polished, effortless appearance, the key is to reduce the effort you spend on one thing so you can redirect it elsewhere—like your nails!

Here’s what that looks like:

Laser hair removal – Yes, it’s a time and money investment up front, but it saves you from shaving or waxing constantly. In the long run, you get to throw on any outfit without worrying about hair.

Fitness – Regular workouts take effort, but staying in shape means fewer wardrobe changes due to fluctuating sizes and increased energy to live your life.

Healthy eating – It takes time and effort to plan meals and eat well, but nourishing your body gives you better skin, more energy, and improved focus to crush your goals.

Investing – You may sacrifice short-term spending for long-term growth, but watching your money compound over time is worth it.

Career grinding – The hustle now pays off later, giving you the freedom to enjoy life on your terms.

It’s About More Than Looks

At the end of the day, "looking put together" is about more than the surface-level details—it’s about the foundation you build through self-care, intentional choices, and consistency. When you take care of the basics, the extras (like a nice manicure) become the cherry on top, rather than a band-aid to cover bigger gaps. So, next time you’re striving for that polished look, remember: true glow-ups start from within, not just at the nail salon.

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premiumbitch · 28 days ago

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THINGS TO MANIFEST - FLORA FROM WINX THEMED PACK ! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

hi luvs! I decided I'd make this flora from winx themed pack for the lovely person who requested it (@cinnamoncilla) and for people who want to manifest themselves to be a completely different person, someone they will feel confident to be! also for the amazing shifters who can script this about themselves! enjoy :)

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BEAUTY ♡ //

Your face is soft and ethereal, like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose—delicate, warm, and glowing with a natural radiance.

Your eyes are deep pools of warmth and kindness, reflecting the golden light of the sun, sparkling like morning dew resting on vibrant green leaves.

Your lips are full and petal-pink, effortlessly curved into a gentle, dreamy smile that makes others feel safe and cherished.

Your skin is kissed by nature itself, always smooth, radiant, and glowing with a healthy, sunlit warmth—never too harsh, but as if you’ve been wrapped in the embrace of a soft summer breeze.

Your hair flows like enchanted vines, cascading down your back in silky waves, always fragrant with hints of florals, honey, and fresh rain.

Your cheeks are dusted with a soft, natural flush, as if the gentle wind has whispered a secret against them, leaving them rosy and luminous.

Your nails are always perfectly manicured but never harsh—painted in soft, floral hues, adorned with dainty patterns of vines, butterflies, or shimmering sparkles that reflect the light.

Your hands are delicate, yet strong—built for nurturing, healing, and creating beauty in the world. Whether planting flowers, painting on a canvas, or tending to a wounded heart, they always move with grace and care.

Your jewelry is elegant, subtle, and nature-inspired, with golden vines, dainty leaf charms, or gemstones that shimmer like the moonlit sky.

Your scent is mesmerizing and gentle, reminiscent of blooming jasmine, warm vanilla, and a hint of rain-soaked earth—a scent that lingers long after you’ve left the room, like a dream too beautiful to forget.

Your presence is that of a woodland nymph, captivating and otherworldly, as if you belong to a realm untouched by time, where magic flows as freely as the wind.

Your elegance is effortless, like a butterfly floating through a garden, light on your feet and graceful in every movement.

Your beauty is not just physical—it radiates from your soul, making everything you do seem enchanting and poetic.

Your eyes hold galaxies of kindness and ancient wisdom, as if they have witnessed every sunrise and sunset since the beginning of time.

You don’t need to try to be beautiful—you just are, like a flower that blooms because it was meant to, no validation needed.

AURA ♡ //

Your aura is warm, nurturing, and full of light, like golden rays filtering through the leaves of an ancient tree.

People feel an instant sense of peace around you, as if they’ve stepped into a sacred garden where all worries melt away.

You carry the energy of a soft spring morning, fresh, rejuvenating, and full of gentle hope.

Your presence is healing, like warm honey poured over an aching soul, soothing and comforting in ways words cannot describe.

You move like the wind—graceful, flowing, and untamed, yet never overwhelming or harsh.

Animals are drawn to you, sensing your pure heart and boundless compassion. Even butterflies seem to linger just a little longer in your presence.

You bring a touch of magic wherever you go, making even the most ordinary moments feel like something out of a fairytale.

Your laughter is soft and melodic, like a stream trickling over smooth stones—gentle, sweet, and endlessly soothing.

Your energy is a mix of wisdom and playfulness, balanced like a perfect ecosystem, thriving in harmony.

People always feel like they can breathe easier when they’re with you, as if the air is fresher, the world is softer, and time moves just a little slower.

You never demand attention, yet the world turns toward you, enchanted by your quiet radiance.

You are deeply in tune with nature, feeling the pulse of the earth, the whispers of the wind, and the secrets carried by the ocean’s waves.

Your presence is like the scent of rain on dry soil—revitalizing, pure, and desperately needed.

You see beauty in everything, even the smallest details that others overlook, and you make them feel cherished.

You glow—not just in appearance, but in spirit, like a firefly illuminating the night with effortless grace.

SMARTS ♡ //

Your intelligence is not just knowledge but deep, intuitive wisdom—you understand things beyond logic, feeling the truth in your heart before it’s ever spoken.

You are a natural healer, whether through words, actions, or just your calming presence.

You see life as a delicate balance between logic and intuition, blending both to make thoughtful and compassionate decisions.

You understand the language of nature—how flowers bloom, how the stars move, how the wind carries stories from faraway lands.

You absorb knowledge like the earth absorbs rain—naturally, deeply, and without resistance.

You love poetry, literature, and philosophy, drawn to words that evoke emotion and beauty.

You are emotionally intelligent, reading people’s feelings like the turning pages of a book.

You are creative beyond measure, always dreaming, painting, writing, or making something beautiful.

You think in metaphors, seeing connections between seemingly unrelated things in ways no one else can.

You are a silent observer, always taking in the world around you with thoughtful curiosity.

Your heart is open, yet your mind is sharp—you know when to give and when to protect your energy.

You are deeply philosophical, often contemplating life’s mysteries and the meaning behind everything.

You have an innate understanding of people, knowing their true nature beyond what they show on the surface.

You are a natural problem solver, finding solutions in ways that others never considered.

You understand that knowledge is not just about learning but about sharing, healing, and growing together.

PERSONALITY ♡ //

You are kind beyond words, the type of person who gives without expecting anything in return.

You love deeply, whether it’s a person, a place, a moment, or a dream—you give your whole heart.

You are patient, never rushing, knowing that everything blooms in its own time.

You see the world through rose-tinted glasses, not because you’re naive, but because you choose to believe in goodness.

You are soft but strong, never letting the world harden you no matter what storms you face.

You are gentle, but you will fight fiercely for the ones you love.

You are deeply loyal, standing by those who need you like an ancient tree protecting its roots.

You are a dreamer, yet grounded in reality—you know how to turn fantasies into something tangible.

You carry a light inside you that never dims, no matter how dark the world gets.

You find joy in the simple things—flowers blooming, the sound of rain, the warmth of a loved one’s voice.

You believe in the magic of love, not just in romance but in every aspect of life.

You make people feel seen, heard, and understood, just by being who you are.

You never try to control—only nurture, allowing people to grow and flourish in their own way.

You are a lover, a poet, a healer, and a guardian of all things good.

You are Flora—the embodiment of love, nature, and the gentle magic that keeps the world beautiful.

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sundew199 · 4 months ago

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A/n: can’t sleep so here you go (¯ ³¯)♡

Tags: Reiner x f!reader, pregnant reader, fluff, reassurance

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“Brooding in front of the window isn’t going to help you fall asleep.”

Your whispered words roused Reiner from his physical slump, sitting up in the chair and glancing down at the half drunk amber liquor in his glass, swirling with the movement of his wrist.

“Thought you went to bed.”

Taking your hand once you approached the side of the chair, kissing where your wedding band sat on your finger, thumbing over the metal in a brief moment of admiration.

“I did, but I don’t sleep that well anymore.” Slipping in front of him, blocking the moonlight shining from the window, creating a halo around your figure. Reiner chuckled, set his glass down and guided you to sit on his thigh, resting a hand on the new swell of your stomach, watching his fingers spread over the fabric of your night gown where the protrusion was obvious.

“That’s what happens when you get pregnant sweetheart.” Quipping back, breaking with a small smile.

“Not talking about that.” Flicking the side of his neck with a giggle, apologizing with a kiss to his cheek. “I can’t fall asleep or stay asleep if you’re not in bed.”

Ah. Your famous excuse to get him to come to bed, one Reiner had grown so fond over the years he’d been with you.

“What a shame.”

Sighing sarcastically, catching the pouting scowl and the cross of your arms, they way Reiner could physically feel the effects of your expression and their persuasion. Did every man suffer from this? Or was he just so hopelessly in love with you still? Even after making you his wife and future mother to his unborn child?

Possibly. Reiner’s never seen someone love and respect their spouse the way he did, at least in his opinion.

“Come to bed, getting lost in your own thought isn’t healthy.”

Mm. An odd pang of guilt hit him in the chest, a familiar one that vanished when you almost successfully snuck your way in here, if it were for the comment you made upon entry.

“I’m just thinking.” Countering back a bit too quickly, putting proof to your observation and knowing you wouldn’t let him get up until he felt better. Which was fine, Reiner loved your reassurance, it’s what got him this far, it’s what saved him really. But he felt guilty at the moment for being on the receiving end again, when it should be the other way around. You were pregnant, have been for about four months now and Reiner hasn’t done much other than thinking about all the ‘what if’s’. That’s partially a lie, he’s been waiting on you hand and foot since you found out. He just feels like he’s been lost in his own worries when he knows you probably have your own, and it most likely looks selfish.

“About?”

Resting your hand over his heart, tracing your nails across his chest, scratching the fabric of the old t-shirt he wore.

“The baby.”

Admitting like a child being scolded, avoiding your gaze.

“Fatherhood, Everything.”

Carefully your hand under his chin brought him to look at you, leaning in for a kiss that he very much needed at the moment. What an angel you were, I mean just a simple kiss and placement of your hand over his heart had anxieties beginning to fizzle. Oh what would he do without you?

“Noticing some reoccurring themes here.”

Reiner laughed softly, glancing down at the hand still palming over your stomach, smoothing over a small area in awe almost.

“Can you blame me?”

Rhetorically asking, sort of as he met your gaze again, matching your smile and taking the hand laying over his heart and intertwining his fingers together with yours.

“No. But you have a habit of overthinking, big and small. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He kissed your knuckles again, inhaling the scent of your sweet smelling skin like an expensive perfume someone was trying to convince him to buy.

“It’s natural to worry, I’m nervous too but at least I have a husband who cares to go through this with me.”

Red hues of rose flushed his cheeks at the compliment he received, leaning back more into the chair and taking you with him, having you drape a bit awkwardly over him.

“There’s a difference between worry and doubt, and right now you’re doubting yourself when you don’t need to.” Speaking low into the still moonlit air, curling more into him, Reiner tightening his arms in response.

“I know. I just want our baby to have everything we didn’t, I want them to go farther than we ever can, I want them to always feel supported and loved, no matter what.”

“And they will.” Sitting up in his lap again, cupping his chin and stroking over the stubble on the side of his mouth, feeling the corner of his lips tilt upward in a one sided smile. “So don’t doubt yourself about how good of a father you’re going to be, okay?”

“Alright.” Concluding after long silent moments, using that time to soak in the genuineness of your words, watch it swirl in your eyes as he stared into them.

“Good, now come to bed.”

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