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eustasskidagenda · 11 months

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Hello and I hope you’re doing great. Can you do some headcanons for Kidd, Doflamingo, Law, Sanji and Zoro having their nails painted by their s/o ? Like if they would accept or not and how they would act. I hope my request is okay and comprehensible, English isn’t my first language :) Thx!!

☆Kid, Doflamingo, Law, Sanji & Zoro having their nails painted by their s/o

Hello anon! Don't worry, it was perfectly understandable and English isn't my first language as well, so everything is fine ♡ Tysm for your request, it was a fun one! Hope it will match your expectations ☆

CW : g/n reader, funny, fluff, kid is an idiot but I love him, really but really slight n/sfw for Doflamingo, a bit of n/sfw at the end for Kid, word "blood" used for Kid, cursing on Kid and Zoro part, French used on Sanji part because I love when Sanji talks in French ugh.

WC : around 1,890

Kid

Have you seen him? Always with a manicure on top.

Kid is a punk, of course he likes having his nails all done, especially in a beautiful red color, like the blood of his enemies. But he is no longer capable of doing his own nails after losing his arm. He frequently asks Killer, but this time you must handle this daunting task. So good luck.

Beware, Kid is a freak with his nails. He has all the necessary tools for a flawless manicure. So first thing first, you have to use a cuticle pusher. Go ahead, he's closely watching. Do not dare mess with his nails, being a punk is a whole lifestyle and his nails and make-up have to be perfect, otherwise he's pissed off for the entire day.

You must also use the nail file. He will be furious if some nails are not cut well or are not the same length. His hand needs to be perfect for doing some angry punk stuff.

"Oh, Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? Don't put the color first; use the base. Don't you know nothing about nail art?"

Heavy sighs. His feet stomped. Sigh again. He just can't stay still for more than 5 minutes straight.

He would probably snarl at you and closely watch what you're doing with his hand. Don't dare put polish on his fingers, or you'll have to clean it.

Fidgeting the whole damn time, he's becoming increasingly annoyed. He's so impatient. Would end up laying on the table, head against the wood, with his hand on yours, sighing and growling stuff like "you're really shit at this" and "hmpf, y/n, don't use multiple layers, it makes some ugly relief, do I really have to teach you everything?".

Yes, he's a beauty influencer with his nails and makeup.

"I could do better, even with my prosthesis hand."

He stares at you impatiently all the time.

He's feeling low-key annoyed because he used to do his nails himself, but now he has to depend on Killer or you.

"Ugh, y/n, use the top coat. Don't you know nothing about nail art?"

The angry red tulip would probably say, 'ugh, you and Killer are so slow' and 'don't let the bottle open, nail polish is expensive'.

He is cheeky because he stole all of his make-up and manicure supplies.

Once everything is done, he would take a close look at your work and eventually growl, 'Yeah, I guess it will work'.

In fact, he's thanking you. In return, he offers a flawless manicure for you, and he excels at it even with just one hand. He deserves praise because his work is mesmerizing, right? Right? RIGHT?

NSFW bonus: And later in the bedroom, I guess Kid would be the kind of guy to wrap his manicured hand around your neck, like "what a beautiful collar you got there" while he slides his cock in and out of you.

Doflamingo

As soon as he heard your request, he gave an evil smile. You want to paint his nails? Fine, go ahead. But, do you really believe that someone as manipulative as him would say yes without having an idea in mind? You fool.

He would act all innocent, just nodding and letting you grab all your stuff.

Either paint his nails pink or leave them alone.

Watching your small hand in his would be a delight for him. He thinks it makes you adorable.

You're feeling nervous because he's closely watching you through his glasses. Even more when his grin pops out again. "So, if you overflow, you know I'll have to punish you?" He smirks, staying still as you frown. Oh, you're not really afraid. Doflamingo punishments are... something, to be honest. But you want to do his nails perfectly, so now you're even more focused.

Doflamingo would take note of how often you frown and concentrate on his nails. Your work is truly perfect. The pink matches his coat perfectly. But he's a bit angry because he intends to have fun with you.

He would use his devil fruit in a sneaky way to make you fail. Something really small, but enough to make your finger slip and miss the spot.

"Y/N, you were so close, it's a shame. My nails are now completely ruined. Do you want me to look foolish in front of others? I have to teach you some manners... you little brat..."

Let's assume that you are okay with being punished more frequently.

Law

"Y/N-ya, one day, I'll study your brain"

A lot of mumbles. Why do you feel the need to paint his nails? He is too busy and stressed to dedicate time to this. He is always planning mischief or taking care of his patients. Why would he sit and stay still while you're painting his poor nails? Leave him alone.

Wet puppy eyes would make him sigh heavily. "Fine."

Of course, black polish.

He may be annoyed, but he's also a teaser, so he might try to cause you trouble just to see you shake and miss your mark.

He would secretly enjoy this intimate moment with you. The warmth of your hand, your satisfied smile, and how focused you are on your task. You’re just so beautiful and attractive.

"What's top coat? You forgot it in the bedroom? Room, shambles. Here's the topcoat."

He would try to make the moment last longer, like slightly moving so you have to stop from time to time and wait for him to stay still again.

After it's finished, he would pay close attention. "Nice job."

Fortunately, he's intelligent enough to wait until the polish is completely dry before touching it. To be honest, he is pleased with the outcome. The black color matches his tattoo, and it's a small present from you. When he's alone and working late, he would look lovingly at his nails, thinking about you. He has a soft spot, but he hates showing it in front of you. He hates showing his weakness. Even if he trusts you, a part of him is traumatized and doesn't want to show that he's just a normal human with failures and weaknesses.

Low-key trying to keep his manicure as long as possible, trying to use his hands less often than usual, refusing to cook, etc., and he's kind of sad when it starts to flake.

Zoro

Poor marimo is totally confused. Like… painting his nails? What does it mean? His nails are too narrow to be painted on. Does his body resemble a canvas? Are you actually talking about a manicure? Oh. Anyway… Why him? Come on, he's really annoyed.

He's a serious guy, so why does he have his nails painted? "Do you really hate me so much to ask such a stupid thing?"

"Lemme sleep, y/n, I don't have time for your shit. Luffy would love this shitty idea, just ask him."

A lot of mumbles. He finds it absurd. Do swordsmen use painted nails to fight? Of course not. And Sanji would laugh at him. Ugh, no way. But well, you know Zoro, he would end up accepting because he wants to make you happy.

Totally dead serious and annoyed as you're locked in your room.

"What, you want to paint a cactus? Ugh, go ahead, I'm already way too involved in this mess."

As you begin to paint his nails, there will be a lot of mumbling.

But at least he's totally still and just watching with a neutral face, except when there's a slight blush on his cheeks. He can't handle how adorable you are when you're focused. But he can't handle how stupid he looks with some random cactus on his nails? As a swordsman, he's not as sophisticated as the cook with twirly eyebrows.

"Have you done?" All the cinq minutes with an annoyed tone.

It’s obvious that he would end up sleeping. He's tired and it's taking a lot of time. After finishing his nails, you have to wake him up. After a lot of yawns, he would look at his nails, sigh, and then shrug. "Happy now?"

And as you nod with a cute smile on his face, he gets all embarrassed again.

You'll have to make it later since he has given you a big favor and now you have to return it.

He would be very serious in front of the crew. But mad if the goddamn cook starts to make fun of him. "At least, I'm not a single"

Poor Sanji.

Zoro values hard work and practice. He would notice that you took a lot of time to draw all the cactuses. Until the drawing fades, he will keep the nails.

Sanji

Sanji is a lover of love. If he can do anything for his s/o, then he's the happiest man in the whole universe. But when it comes to his hands, he's always a bit nervous. He takes great care of his hands, always doing self-care to keep them smooth and perfect. His nails are always properly cut and finished.

"Mon amour, je ne sais pas si c'est une bonne idée" (my love, I don't know if it's a good idea)

He really wants to please you, but he's concerned about hurting his hands or possibly contaminating the food while cooking. Reassure him and he'll accept. He's a kind and gentle lover who wants to make you smile no matter what.

Sanji has a sense of style, so he'll request something that matches his attire. Or maybe the color of your eyes, as a small reminder of your mesmerizing beauty? You have the option to choose between two ideas, and he trusts you with the outcome.

He would gaze at you with eyes full of admiration and love, always giving you praise. "Y/N, it's beautiful, je suis si fier de toi" (I'm so proud of you)"

Honestly the best: he stays still, doesn't move his hands or touch the polish while it's drying. Really patient. Heart pounding really fast every time he crosses your gaze. Damn, he loves spending time with you so much.

Once it's all done, he's a bit sad because he wishes it could be last for a whole eternity. He would cherish his manicure and show it proudly to all the crew. And, as a reward and a thank you for the beautiful job, of course, he'll thank you with a good meal, a great drink, a lot of hugs and a sweet kiss.

"Merci, mon amour" (Thank you my love)

While he's cooking, he absolutely loves watching his nails, always laughing quietly with the memory of his lovely moment rooted in his soul.

When the manicure disappears, he would take it off while sobbing the entire time, because he's sad.

Can you re-paint my nails, Y/N?

The sweetest ♡

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4pfsukuna · 5 months

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Could I request a todo x fem! reader, where they go on a date to see a movie, but reader decides its a good time to surprise our big guy with some head? 😈

Love your writing BTW you're amazing!!!💕💕

Movie Date

Omg thank you bby🥹🫶🏾 and YES i absolutely can plus i threw in a lil bonus at the end cause i feel like i suck at writing scenes of giving head and 1k words simply wasnt enough.

warning: slight exhibitionism. And by slight i mean these mfs have no decorum. Sloppy toppy and Todo is a warning of his own.

“My beautiful brown goddess, my sensational tiger lily, my vivacious smelling princess—“ your boyfriend of 2 years purrs in your ear wrapping his large toned arms around you gently, veins bulging through the thick fabric of his black turtleneck silver locket with a picture of you inside dangling down.

To an outsider it would look like a monster of a man squeezing you to death but Todo was so soft and gentle with you he would dare lay a finger on you… in a way you didnt want.

“Were not skipping the movie to have sex” you push him off of you but like a charged magnet he comes right back clinging to you, this time his hands wandering your toned yet curvy body. The thin, nearly transparent, fabric of the bodysuit you were wearing with mesh on the sides that dipped deliciously between your breast and down your spine revealing your spine tattoo of a snake.

Your french tip toes peeking out from the strappy rhinestone heels you had on, an anklet with the letter T on it for him.

You looked like a full course meal to him and who hasnt heard of dinner and a movie!

“But—“ he pouts as you smack his hands away from your ass that he kept grabbing handfuls of just to watch the jiggle of it along with you thigh meat. He loved your thighs and loved when you came from him giving you head your thighs squeezing him in so tightly. It was in his top 3 places for his head to be and yes he had a list.

“No buts! You promised me a night out and i would love to continue on our night with the most handsome man in all of japan” you flirt standing on your toes to peck his jaw. He wants to keep pouting but the man is absolutely tender for you, he truly cant get enough of the way you shower him with love and affection.

“Plus if you buy me the collectible cup and pop corn bucket ill make sure—“ you begin as you swipe on another coat of lip gloss but his scoff cuts you off.

“Sweetheart ive already gotten the cups, bucket, tshirts and matching beanies” he pecks your forehead escorting the two of you to the car knowing the sooner you left the sooner you could come back and he could be giving you endless rounds! Your man was a pleaser how could he not be the sound of your moans nothing less than a symphony to him.

You had a plan though cause as down bad as Todo was for you, you were for Todo! You make sure to leave lots of lingering touches as he drives— running a manicured hand up his biceps, tracing your thumb over his jaw as you cup his chin while telling him how handsome he is and even resting your hand on his thick thighs dangerously close to where you knew all 8 girthy inches rested.

Its the way he swerves slightly when your pinky brushes the tip and he releases a shudder sending you a warning look.

“My love ill hit the meanest u-turn and take us home right now” to which you relax at a tiny bit, there was no threat in his voice just raw lust.

Its not long before youre back to teasing again.

“You just have the prettiest eyes and lips” you breathe kissing the corner of his lips using his length as balance his hips raising slightly into your palm.

He was annoyed when you noticed he was circling the block to avoid getting to the theater.

Giggling as he grumbles all the way to the seats you tuck your blunt cut behind your ears making sure it’s fully out of the way for the devious antics you had planned. There were a few people in the movie showing, though none near you all at the front so when the lights finally go down so does your hand to his pants.

“I need you to stay quiet for me papa” you whisper into his ear placing a kiss on it before trailing them down his neck smirking when he exposes it more.

Rubbing his chub through the soft material of his pants he lets out a soft pant his eyes meeting yours when he pulls your jaw to his before giving you an open mouth kiss tongues clashing.

You were his little minx, a for sure tease so when you Slowly start pulling out his length from his tight boxers he gasps into your mouth.

“Love i don't— ngh” he lets out a strangled sound when you flick your tongue over the tip eyes locked into his. You shush him tapping his length against your lips a popping sound soft enough making a bead of precum form.

Eagerly you lick the vein on the underside of his dick up to his tip earning a hiss as you push your lips down and around him. The sound of suspenseful music begins to play and you pull off with a pop swirling your tongue around once more taking him all the way to the back of your throat and he grunts out your name.

Looking up from his lap you watch his rough grip on the arm rest before winking at him repeating the motion of taking him all the way to the back of your throat three more times slowing down when the music does.

“Y-you look so precious baby..Nghh..taking.. FUCK.. taking my cock down your throat like that” he stutters turning into complete putty for you

Pulling off to let spit drop from your mouth onto his dick you use both hands to create a twisting motion speeding up when the intensity of the music increases listening to the soft grunt of your boyfriend feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. You feel his hips rise and forcefully push them back down knowing how he LOVES it when you push, pull and bend him to your will.

The music completely stops and you pull your mouth off giving him a minute to catch his breath Todo instantly grabs you by your neck pulling you up to him tasting himself on your lips moaning softly in your mouth.

“I cannot wait to have your anklet dangling over my shoulder as i fill you up and fuck you so dumb tonight” he promises his hand grazing your nipples through the thin fabric.

You grin, edging him for the next 45 minutes until you begin feeling the first signs of lockjaw and take his balls in your mouth sucking on them blissed out from how heavy they feel against your tongue swirling your tongue all around.

“Baby… fuck… your mouth feels—” he moans and nearly whimpers as his hand finds the back of your neck. You could feel the familiar twitch in his dick and you knew he was close its only a matter of time until you could taste his perfect release but seeing him unravel under you like this was just to perfect!

Your forced to exhale through your nose as his grip on your head holds you there giving your jaw and his will power a break.

His moans and whimpers— yes whimpers between you edging him he was starting to become overstimulated and the fact that you hadnt let him touch you smacking his hand away at every instance he wad loosing all restraint.

So When you hear the music picking up knowing it was the height of the movie you know its time.

Placing your mouth back on his length one hand propping his length up the other massagin his heavy balls picking up spead with the intensity and depth of the music once more the bass rumbling through his chest until its at its peak your tongue swirls out as you take him deep down your throat. Unleashing your finishing move— moaning so the vibrations of your throat send motion waves down his length squeezing tightly at the base and his balls he falls apart with a loud fuck his load shooting in heavy spurts and everyone in the theatre screams at that same time he does at the jump scare in the movie.

He pulls you in his lap holding you close to his chest as he catches his breath chest heaving and legs twitching, hes still hard under you but the bright flash of a light makes its way to where the two of you are sitting.

“The fuck is your problem” Todo hisses at the dark haired teenager whos flashing his flashlight on the two of you.

“Im s-sorry sir! There was a complaint of wei-strange noises” they rush out immidiately taking the light of the two of yours faces and down to the ground.

“Yeah its a horror movie and the music was shaking my girl to the core” he semi-lies through his teeth and the kid apologizes running down the steps only to trip into somebody getting up sending a bucket of popcorn flying into the air fits of laughing bursting from the two of you.

“Mmmm how about we go home and make love on the balcony” Todo kisses your temple fixing your hair to the best of his ability and wiping off the remains of your lip gloss that smeared to your cheek.

Making love on the 16th floor balcony sounded amazing and you open your mouth to agree but all that comes out is a wrasp you instantly feel the soreness of your throat.

“Come on ill make you some tea too” he chuckles tucking himself back in his pants full on laughing as you hold up the bucket of popcorn.

“Of course we can bring the popcorn”

Bonus:

Sitting on Todos desk as you visit him bringing him his lunch the hed “forgotten” as he does every thursday Gojo walks in and stops slightly at seeing you.

“Oh Y/n! Nice to see you” he waves brightly with a few folders in his hand. You hold your throat and wave back watching as the white haired man tilts his head in confusion.

You let out 2 fake coughs..

“Im sick”

Bonus bonus:

‘I was going to kill him. I was going to have him on the back of a missing milk carton. If i survived his torture.’ Is your only thought as you sit next to Todo his large arm over the back of your seat

“She’ll have a lemon drop” he dismisses the waitress fidling with the small black switch in his large hands. She nods happily walking off and you clench your legs as the buzzing in between continues.

He smiles down at you faux innocence covering his eyes but the smile telling you he was fully aware.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” He ask opening the menu infront of me before turning to his own.

“Fuck you” you bite out trying to hold back a moan which you instantly regret. The vibration increases to such an intense pace you reach down ready to pull it out the when he subtly takes your hand placing it on his bicep.

“You better not” he threatens as he kisses the top of my head and you couldnt even help how turned on you were, it was rare Todo wasnt a soft Dom so seeing him like this had you dripping to your ankles. It was all his fault. As the waitress walks back with your drinks he grins telling her your order gripping your thigh smiling as he feels the wetness dripping down.

Licking his fingers casually your jaw nearly drops yet you thanks the heavens yall were seated in a secluded area toward the back.

“Todo please—“ you whimper ready to slam him on the table and ride him in this restaurant consequences be damned! clutching his arm you can see hes having such a hard time telling you no especially from the way his pants is forming a tent.

“Ah ah remember when i was begging for you before the movies— how you denied me” he reminds his fingers finding their home between your legs on the nub and pinching earning a tiny squeal.

“That was 3 months ago!”

#toji x black reader #todo x you #todo aoi #aoi todo #todo x black reader #todo x reader #jjk x black!reader #jjk smut

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isaut · 7 months

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𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆— f!reader x chrollo lucilfer. 2.7k, refurbished. original: ao3

click the ao3 link to read the first two parts <3 love you

The first thing you notice when you get home is that Kuroro is not indoors. He’s not in the kitchen, he’s not sprawled out on the couch, he’s not in the bathroom shaving away barely-noticeable stubble. Instead, he’s sitting out on the patio, dressed in sweatpants and a chunky sweater, a book in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

When you push open the door, he looks up from his book and over his shoulder at you. The gentle breeze messes with his hair, brushing it against his forehead.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, though the answer is obvious.

“Reading,” Kuroro says, waiting for the door to shut behind you before taking a drag of the cigarette.

You cross the tile to greet him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to tilt his head back and look up at you. Not that he wasn’t going to do that already.

“Why’re you smoking?” You ask. Your thumb rubs over his tattoo, flattening the creases there.

“Just got off a work call,” Kuroro says, brushing off the concern in your voice. “How was your appointment?”

You press another kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. Taking a seat beside Kuroro, you hold your hands out to him. He sets his book– Nietzsche– face down over his thigh, taking your hand in his own. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

Your nails are neat and freshly manicured. Your traditional cherry red has been forgone, in favor of long French nails with tips that seem to be dipped in a cream colored velvet, instead of a traditional white. The little jolts of silver chrome felt too young for you, but your nail tech had insisted it would complete the look. And they do look remarkable: the chill of winter is still present but spring is gladly anticipated.

Kuroro brings your fingers to his lips, leaving a soft kiss against them.

“They look beautiful,” Kuroro says. “As do you.”

“You’re a flatterer.” He is— there’s not a drop of makeup on your face and you’re dressed in a sweater and jeans. Not even your hair is done. You’re going out to dinner tonight, saving your good looks for the evening. A nice, expensive place called Emerald that you’ve wanted to try for ages. They boast filling dinners and wine pairings, and a reservation list miles long.

The frequency of fancy date nights landing on the same day as your nail appointments had increased significantly over the past few months. You don’t dare let yourself wonder— don’t dare lead yourself on— that there might be a proposal in the works. That’s territory that you don’t think your heart would ever recover from.

After all, you had initially been the reluctant one. IT wasn’t that Kuroro had worn you down, no, it was that you wore yourself down. Tired of lying every night, every day to yourself. And now, with you subconscious whispering about a desire you’ve never felt… You stomp it out.

(Even if you do let your subconscious dream about it.)

For a few moments, your dress feels too simple. Boring, almost. Silky with an open neck. Kuroro had gifted you the earrings you wear a long time ago: the dripping pearls had been one of his first ‘just because’ gifts. You futz with your hair, which is swooped off your neck.

You take a deep breath. Decide which perfume to wear– Settling for one with a red label that Kuroro loves. He likes to play a guessing game with your new perfumes, taking deep inhales against your wrist and behind your ear to try and guess the notes when he lets himself get a little tipsy.

“Ready to go?” Kuroro asks, coming into the bathroom door. He’s dressed to match: in a black turtleneck with a blazer to match. In his hand are your heels, toe box hanging from his fingers. He pauses, blinking once. “You look ethereal.”

Your face warms. “Thank you. You look very handsome.” You wish he’d slick his hair back more often– Instead it’s down to cover his tattoo.

“Please,” Kuroro says, with a smile on his face and in his voice. He rests a hand on your hip and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’m simply a shadow in your presence.”

You let yourself rest back against him. His hand slides to sit securely over your stomach, kisses descending down your face and neck.

“I don’t want to rush you,” Kuroro murmurs against your skin, “But traffic is getting bad.”

“I just need to finish here,” You say, holding up the perfume bottle, “And then I’ll be ready to leave.”

Kuroro’s eyes glimmer. “Want some help?”

Gladly, you pass the task off to Kuroro. He sets your shoes down, exchanging them for the bottle. There’s a careful spritz to your wrists, your neck, even one to your hair. He descends, moving the slit on the back of your dress to reveal the backs of your knees, and offers a spritz to each, then a kiss and a grab to your ass.

You can’t help but giggle at the attention. Kuroro rises with a boyish grin on his face, capping the perfume and putting it amongst all your others.

“Let me take you to dinner,” Kuroro says.

“Does my makeup look alright?”

Kuroro takes a moment to regard you. There’s only one answer to the question– you take his breath away no matter how you look– But he’ll gladly take a reason to gaze at the beauty laid before him.

“Ravishing.” He wants to kiss the little mole on your cheekbone, the one you’ve highlighted with a touch of makeup, but refrains. He can kiss it later.

Smiling, you stand on your toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “I love you,” You murmur.

“To the moon and back,” Kuroro replies. Your heart skips a beat.

Deep, jeweled green line every velvet surface, accented by dark oak woods. Kuroro takes the host’s job and pulls out your chair for you, pressing a kiss to your temple once you are settled. He sits beside you, adjacent at the corner of the small, square table.

You pull your gaze away from the decor to face Kuroro. Reaching over, you lace your fingers with his, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Who else would I bring?” Kuroro asks, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss against your knuckles.

“I don’t know. I’m just being grateful.”

Kuroro knows exactly how you feel. Not only does his heart have a mouthful of love, of longing, of lust, he is filled to the brim with memories of your diary entries. A small, black book that you have multiples of, spanning for almost a decade tucked away in a vintage suitcase in the back of the closet. I didn’t know I could ever be loved like this accompanies the I didn’t know I could ever love like this in multiple entries.

Feeding you well is the least he can do to show that he agrees with your sentiments. At first, he’d been appalled that you were so unused to being taken out by romantic partners, past bars and nightclubs and drunken shawarma runs. Taking you out is the least he can do to prove that you should be loved like all the romance books you fill your mind with.

Kuroro rests his hand on your thigh when you clink your wine glasses together, in a little celebration of your relationship. His hand passes up and down the expanse of fabric. You rest your hand over his, fingertips to his knuckles.

Your conversation lingers over vast topics. First, the appetizers. Then, the wine pairings. It’s all quite normal, in fact. Much like any other date you’ve been on. Soon, your conversation will veer towards novels. You’re positive Kuroro will want to discuss what he was reading earlier. Philosophy isn’t your strong suit. (And, years ago, you would have drowned yourself for being so eager, so willing, to listen to a man explain anything to you.)

Except. Kuroro’s normally steady gaze wavers. It flits around the room, brown and gray intermingling and looking almost anywhere but you.

Furrowing your brow, you reach over to rest your hand on Kuroro’s thigh. He swallows.

“You okay, angel?” You ask, voice gentle. You try and smother the irritated part of you, that cries in your chest about how nice you look tonight, how much you crave his attention.

Most days, most nights, he looks ready to sink his teeth into you at any moment. You suppose he already did that, long ago.

Kuroro nods, and takes a sip of his wine. It sloshes down the guilt in his throat. “Yes. I just– I should be here, mentally.” He takes your hand from his thigh to hold in his hand, bringing it to his lips. “You deserve my full attention, after all.”

It’s easy to recognize the apology, despite Kuroro’s penchant to avoid apologies at all odds. “If something’s bothering you, you can talk about it.” You run your thumb over what you can reach of his fingers.

Kuroro sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “I can’t. It’s work.”

You pout slightly, a sound of pity coming from the back of your throat. Kuroro agrees. He is pitiful.

It’s a common phrase that leaves your lips next. One you’ve said a thousand times to the man beside you. “You know I just want to do anything I can to help.”

“I know,” Kuroro says. “And I appreciate it. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

You pull slightly on his hand. “Can I have a kiss?”

“To show my appreciation?” Kuroro’s already leaning in.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You roll your eyes in a teasing, flirty manner. “Yes, to show your appreciation. Or maybe just to give me a kiss.”

The world was already just your table. Kuroro’s lips press against yours, and the world closes in, like a blanket being pulled tight around you in a cold room. You hope he’s always the man beside you– The feeling over takes you, pulls your breath away. The phantom feeling of Kuroro’s lips lingers on your own as you pull away from each other, fingers still intertwined.

Your mouth falls into a little ‘o.’

“Take your breath away?” Kuroro teases.

“No, I mean, yes, but you also took some of my lipstick with you.” You motion to the spot on your own lips. Mirrored on Kuroro’s face, there was a little, glossy splotch on his lips.

Kuroro brings his napkin up, attention on your lips as he tries to remove the gloss. “It’s spicy.” Truly, it’s nothing more than a little tingle, but he can’t tell if he’s supposed to have a more adverse reaction to it.

“It’s plumping,” You smile. “I don’t think it works that well over this lipstick though.”

Kuroro’s lips turn to a pout– a little more expressive since you can’t quite see his brows. “I think you look very kissable.”

“You always think I look kissable.”

“Ah, you caught me.” There’s a little twinkle in his eye as he sits back, making room for the entrees to be set on the table.

Food is delivered as if servers were waiting for an opportune moment. A moment that wouldn’t be interrupting. And the food is good, you eat happily. Kuroro listening as you speak praises of the food, talk about the flavors and the hints. His brown eyes are soft. As is the fond expression on his face.

“Here, try this,” Kuroro offers, cutting a scallop in half. He holds his fork out to you, and you lean in to take the bite from it.

The ice around Kuroro’s heart softens. It doesn’t cross your mind how vulnerable the position is.

“Do you like it?” Kuroro asks.

You nod, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “It’s really good.”

“Swap with me,” Kuroro says, nodding to the salmon before you.

“Do you not like it?”

“I do, but you’ll like it more.”

He reaches over and effortlessly swaps both plates. Your core throbs at the motion, at the waft of cologne you get. You close your eyes to take a breath. When you look over at Kuroro, it’s through lidded eyes.

“You’re so attractive,” You swoon. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

Kuroro grins. “My partner has before. Perhaps you’ve met her. Beautiful eyes, great smile, better taste. Her name’s Ophelia.”

You match his grin. “She sounds wonderful.” You reach and place your hand on his arm, pouting in a fake, over exaggerated manner. “It’s a shame you’re taken. I think we would make such a good couple.”

“What makes you say that?” Kuroro asks, taking a bite of the salmon that rested before him.

“Oh, you know,” You also take a bite, thinking it over. “We both like the same books. You like indulging me in dancing.”

“I enjoy dancing with you,” Kuroro gently corrects you. “I’m also indulging myself.”

That pleases you. “What else are you indulging in?”

“Your company,” Kuroro replies without a second thought.

Your face warms.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Kuroro says, though his stomach sinks when he speaks. He doesn’t let it show, putting on his soft eyes. “In fact, I have something for you.”

Your stomach swirls. “You have something for me?”

“I’ll give it to you when we’re done eating.”

“What is it?” You press.

“It’s a secret.”

It’s presented to you between dinner and dessert. You don’t know if you should be happy or disappointed that the jewelry box is set on the table before you. It’s too long to be a ring. Taking a deep breath, you open it at Kuroro’s gentle nudging.

Laid upon blue velvet is a bracelet that matches your earrings. Pearls drip from the chain, circling around it. You glance from it to Kuroro, who regards you with such soft eyes. It causes guilt to well up in your throat that you were being so selfish and going against your better judgment, wishing for more than you deserved.

“Do you like it?” Kuroro asks.

Ah. Your reaction. You nod. “It’s gorgeous, angel.” Removing it from the velvet, you let it drag through your fingers, feeling its weight. “Here, put it on me?”

Kuroro takes the bracelet and your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before clasping the bracelet around your wrist. It’s a perfect fit. Of course it is. Kuroro has never given you an ill fitting gift. In fact, he’s never given you a bad gift. It’s just… You wish this gift was something a little different.

And that tugs on your heart. On the part of it that is thankful everyday for Kuroro, and the ways that he cares for you: the acts of service and the words of affirmation. The way he’s nestled inside your incorrectly labeled ‘frozen heart.’

Kuroro’s gaze lingers on you. Sweeps up and down your figure. Hovers over your eyes.

Fuck him. He’s too good at this, too good at knowing you.

“What happened?” Kuroro asks, voice gentle.

You swallow. Your throat feels tight with guilt, with disappointment. With guilt again. “I just got hit with a wave of grief, I’m sorry.”

Now that you’ve used it for fodder, the wave of grief crashes over you.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Kuroro says. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing another kiss to it. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“No,” You say. “I don’t want to cry here.”

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze Kuroro’s hand. “Thank you. I love it. I love you.”

Kuroro’s eyes are still analytical over your face. However, he doesn’t press for more information. “I’m with you to the moon and back.”

You inhale quickly through your nose. “Tell me about Nietzsche. That’s what you were reading earlier, wasn’t it?”

Kuroro doesn’t correct your pronunciation as he’s prone to. Instead, he smiles slightly and nods, indulging you in philosophy over dessert. Your tiramisu is paired with sweet wine and the Four Great Errors.

#chrollo x reader #library #kuroro x reader #kuroro #by ophelia

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happilysmythe · 5 months

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❥ 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.6k

no warnings

"i think i wanna marry you" — bruno mars

A/N: requested by the showstopping @ahockeywrites — a soft trent fic including a picnic and possibly a proposal, so here i am to deliver. thank u pookie and i hope everyone enjoys this short n sweet trent blurb to hold you over! happy reading :)

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Not a day went by where Trent wasn’t heckled by his teammates, formers, buddies, and even family members for how positively whipped he was for you. And although he hated it on the outside, he wasn’t afraid to show it behind closed doors.

The man loved you—he’d never deny that.

You and Trent had been dancing around the idea of marriage for months. You’d been together for almost three years. It was only natural that the subject would eventually come about. The two of you, however, had received a plethora of comments from your peers about it but never discussed it on your own. At least, not nearly to the extent that you needed to.

You finally made the move from St. Louis to Boston nearly a year prior, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that the other wives and girlfriends began pressing you about it.

“So you’ve still never once talked about it,” Kiley, your best friend, would say.

And the others would give you mixtures of “Why not?” and “Aren’t you going to?”, usually to no avail.

You’d often mention the interactions to Trent, and he’d typically wave them off, telling you that they were simply being pests. He’d tell you to ignore them. But the last few times you’d mentioned it to him, he’d smile, sometimes letting out a laugh, and even sometimes tell you it was “nice” or “cute”, much to your confusion.

That being said, you really didn’t put as much thought into it as you probably should of.

Because Trent was subtly trying to hint to you that he had other plans; that he might have started to take the girls’ advice.

“How about a picnic?” he suggested, his finger twirling a strand of your hair around as your head comfortably rested in his lap, legs sprawled across the couch cushions. You’d been debating with him on what you wanted to do that night, as he’d just gotten home from a road trip with the team the day prior. “The weather should be nice.”

Your eyes lit up at the idea, teeth on display as you smiled up at him. “That actually sounds great.”

“Well, then.”

“Great. Then it’s settled—we’ll have a picnic,” you sat up, palm flat on the cushion as your arm supported your weight.

“You packing?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, giggling softly as you stood up. “Yes. I am. Because I don’t particularly trust you,” you told him, walking into the kitchen. “But only because of that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he shouted from the couch.

You whipped up a few sandwiches and stored them neatly in a basket, followed by the remainder of the strawberries you had in your fridge and a few other snacks. You put some napkins and drinks inside, then folded a blanket over the food and shut the basket, leaving it on the kitchen counter to grab when you left.

Then, you got ready, slipping on a pink and white floral-patterned babydoll dress and sandals. You matched a white bow to the white in the dress and clipped it into your hair, then picked out a few pieces of jewelry to top it off. You’d just gotten your nails done a few days before, courtesy of Kiley, and you decided on a French manicure that ultimately tied the look together, in your not-so-humble opinion.

You waited by the door for Trent, basket in hand as you scrolled through your phone, then looked up when you heard his footsteps coming toward you.

“Wow,” he nodded, stopping in front of you. “Outdid yourself, eh?”

“Well, if I’m going to go on a spring picnic. I might as well look the part, right?” you noted, stepping up to him and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And besides—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a white polo with…Khakis.”

He looked around the room bashfully, a guilty expression lining his face. “Well,” he shrugged, lips pressing into a flat line. “I guess you’re right.”

You giggled and gently kissed him once more, and then the two of you set off.

You decided on a quaint, meadowy area that sat just near a local river, which ultimately was the perfect location for your little outing. He and you sat atop the blanket, basking in the sunlight as you ate.

“You have chocolate on your face,” you giggled, bringing your thumb up to the corner of his mouth and carefully wiping it. You licked it off and dried your thumb with a napkin, taking notice of how Trent’s eyes seemed to be completely trained on you.

“What?”

“Nothing, just,” he paused, taking a breath. “You look really pretty.”

A smile spread across your face as your head tilted to the side at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you,” you bashfully replied.

“Mhm.”

“I think the sun’s about to set,” you noted, wiping your lips with the same napkin and setting it back down on the blanket. He and you finally finished your food, and you turned to face him.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked.

You nodded in response and he moved the basket to the side, lying on his back and extending his arm out. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest flat on your hip.

You sighed gently, letting your eyes close for just a moment as you relaxed into him. There you sat for the next ten minutes, the two of you not speaking a word as you watched the sunset hit its peak. It was then that he finally spoke, catching your attention immediately.

“Hey,” he cooed, looking down as you sat up slightly and turned to face him.

“Hm?”

“You mind if we stand up for a second?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, then rose to your feet, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. “What is it?”

He took your hands in his, rubbing the backs gently with his thumbs, then took a deep breath.

“Remember the first time you told me about the girls teasing you?”

“Sort of,” you replied confusedly. “Why?”

“You remember what I said?”

“To ignore them?”

“Yeah. And I kept telling you that; that it was stupid, or that they were just being annoying,” he started softly. “But even if they were being completely out of line doing it, they were right. They just didn’t know that I already had my own plans.”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing together as you tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“I’d already made my choice, but I kept shrugging you off because I was scared.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is…I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Then it started to come to you, everything slowly beginning to piece itself together in your head. For the past few weeks, you’d received less heckling from Kiley and the others. Of course, you didn’t think anything of it before. Then, she took you to get your nails done out of the blue. And later that day, she took you shopping for the exact dress you were wearing. Because she knew.

And when Trent got down on one knee, you knew, too.

You gasped quietly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, holding it with one hand, the other still holding one of yours.

“I bought this a month after you moved in,” he finally spoke, holding it up. “I’ve just been trying to figure out when and how to do this.”

“Oh—oh my god.”

He took another deep, long breath. “I love you. So much. And there’s nobody I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. So…” He spoke your name softly, prying the box open with his hand to reveal the diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your free hand covering your mouth as you finally processed it all. He was doing exactly what you thought he wasn’t going to do anytime soon. And only a few moments passed before you were nodding your head sharply as your hand fell down to your side.

“Yes,” you replied with conviction.

So he took the ring from its resting place and raised your hand, slipping it snugly onto your finger, marveling at how perfectly it fit for just a moment. He tossed the box to the ground and slowly stood up, thumb brushing over the ring on your finger as he held it between you.

You quickly threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He quickly reciprocated, hoisting you up and holding you tight as your legs wrapped around his waist.

The warm hue of the falling sunset illuminated your surroundings, the scene topped off by the faint noise of crickets as he and you shared one of the most intimate moments of your lives. And he couldn’t have planned it out more perfectly.

A small tear ran down your cheek as you pulled away, smiling gently as you looked down at him. He quickly leaned up and kissed it away. Affection laced his expression when he pulled back to look up at you, unable to contain his smile as he felt the cold surface of your ring grazing the skin on the back of his neck.

“I love you, T,” you whispered to him.

“I love you, too,” he echoed softly, hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear just before adding,

“Mrs. Frederic.”

#boston bruins #trent frederic #hockey #fanfic #trent frederic fic #boston bruins imagine #trent frederic imagine #soft fic #trent frederic x reader #soft trent frederic #fluff fic

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hanwiore · 1 year

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haah fuuck.” Simons voice rang out as he gripped the back of your head which was protecting your hair with your black satin bonnet that matched your satin robe which was slipping off showing your brown hard nipple through the sheer like fabric. Your tongue massages his frenulum as one of your manicured short french tip nails gripped his balls while the other makes a circular position on the rest of his dick. “Making me feel so damn good baby.” Of course you were, you were always so damn good for him.

You moved your hands and pushed them on his thighs so you can suffocate his dick down your throat, you were cock drunk. You missed his big beautiful veiny thick length that it you were rutting your dripping pussy of the heel of your foot. Hot breaths came out your nose and nails dig in the depth of his thick thighs. Making sure to leave him mesmerized you swallowed him whole. Circling your tongue in between both of his huge ballsacks.

Simons toes curled in his boots and he moaned out, wide but narrowed hips shook slightly and his raspy voice started speaking gibberish. Whole bunch of “G-goddammit, shit.” & “Fucking love this throat, take me so damn good!” Even, “Gonna make me cum so much, it’ll come out your damn f-fucki- ouu fuck- fucking nose.” He sighed and gasped, he usually let you keep your pace but he grew desperate for that nut.

Both of his rough hands found your neck that was covered in a gold necklace stating “R. Babydoll.” Standing for Riley. His thumb pressed against your wind pipe slightly, feelings his dick bulge through it while his other four fingers that were in the back of your head had your bonnet in a grip. It was a miracle that it has not fallen off. His balls hit your chin which every time he brought his hips back a line of spit would connect ya’ll and when it connected once again it was a loud nasty plat

“Needed this so much love, nghh. Needed my baby’s mouth yea? Cause you always treat me right.” You looked up at him through your natural individual fake lashes and saw him his eyes squinted, mask still being on you can tell how fucking distraught his was, how much he was in pleasure because of you.

You were gonna cum.

And yes on the heel of your feet like a bitch in heat. Your lacy panties did nothing, you were so sensitive from not getting anything for a month and now this god was in front of you.

Your eyes role back and you moan loudly, sobbing on his dick. Your teeth lightly scraping the top of his skin on his dick which had made his legs shake and made him get on his hunches as you laid your head back on the couch that was right behind you. Neck resting at the edge and now his knees were right by your head on the couch. Your legs were still spread, your recent orgasm having your pussy ache and throb while cool air washes around it, he was hovered above you more now.

He looks down at you and huffs, “baby you gotta watch your teeth hm?” He says as he slides his dick out giving you a breath after your orgasm, he slides his dick all over your nose a cheek. He was getting off from just the look of your face, “uh shit. Sexy fucking bitch cumming just from getting her throat beat the fuck in.” He pulls his black skin tight shirt over his chest and shoves it in his mouth to hold it up. Straight muscle and ridges with faint scars and some new. Rosy pink lips bruised up like he been biting on it.

“It felt so good pumpkin, y’ so good to me daddy.” You whine and fondle with his balls kissing his sensitive tip. He always lasted long but you knew when that happens he has the most hardest orgasm ever. “Haah.” He sighed and grinding his hips so the tip of his tongue rubbed your plump lips that was once covered in lip gloss. He suddenly stands up and pulls you under your armpits to sit you up to the edge of the couch and he drops on his knees. Simon was big. Bigger then you so it was easy for his hips to reach your hips, one of his hands wrap around ankle while the other holds your calf. His shirt is still tugged between his teeth as he moves his dick along your lacy panties.

“Wanna fucking cum without asking?” He asks and moves the inches of his dick along your fat wet pussy lips that were sticking against the underwear. “M’ sorry.” You moaned and held your ankles, a frown between your eyebrows and pout on your lips. “Yea you sorry baby?” He hummed and moved closer to you, moving his hand off your ankle when you put yours near.

His face was mere inches aways as the hand that left your ankle grabs your cheeks which made you pout move into a small ‘o’ shape. His pink tongue slips on your bottom lip and top and his kisses you sloppily before spitting in it. Before you can even process he moves his hand to your neck and kisses you again, tongue moving against your as he groans in it. His hips moving more against you, the lace creating a burn on his dick but the pleasure taking over it. “You so beautiful. So sexy. So damn mine.”

“Ouuu fuck daddy imma cum again!!” You moan in his mouth, grinding your hips up as you feel a faint feeling in your stomach, looking at his blue eyes and blonde eyelashes, “can i cum? hm daddy? Please? feels so damn g-good oh!” You bite your lip and your legs quiver and you feel the need to cry. Your eyes burn but nothing comes out. “Nuh uh baby.” He sits up and moves his dick under your lace where ya’ll were finally connected but the lace sat up along his dick still. Now his thrust was faster, rubbing on you puffy little clit. “Pl-please oh my godddd!!” You sound so pornographic but that all changed when your nose was covered white simon’s thumb and index finger. “Not until you cry for me baby.”

“Won’t let you breath or cum until you fuckin cry cause it feel so good.” his voice was breathless because in the end he was edging his self aswell. It was all too much, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel the tears move past your eyes in hot waves, your nails scratching his hips and he moves his finger, “good baby, s-so good baby.” He comes back down your face and whispers to you, eye contact strong. “Cmon grind on my dick and make yourself cum. Cum on my fucking dick baby, wet fuckin pussy treating me so good. Feel how hard my dick is? You did that shit, bloody hell oh fuck.” He curses and damn near whines and your hips move crazy against him.

You scream as your hands shake drastically, squirt, squirting everywhere. He hurriedly moves his dick out and while your orgasm was prolonged his had his dick between the fat of your thighs. Rutting his hips in, the tip of his dick an angry red and all you hear is him and your tiny gasp. “G-gonna cum baby.” His fingers got more aggressive and more forward as he kept pulling you closer to him even though you were as close as you can be. “You go-gonna make me fuckin cum baby oh shiiittttt. Gonna make me c-cum.” He was babbling.

You felt the first spurt on your pierced belly button but it reached to your covered tits until it slowed down until it reached your panties. “Y-yea hnnn fuck.” He mumbled and gasped. “Missed you baby.”

“Go in the room so i can properly fuck that pussy.”

#simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #simonxblackreader #smut #fanfic #black reader #black woman #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod x reader

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writingseaslugs · 2 years

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Pomefiore: Manicures with Them

Okay, so this one was the most fun for me. Mainly because Vil totally would know what he's doing which is fun to think of how he'd be doing your nails.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Manicures with Them

Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s nails are always painted with long acrylics on them. He doesn’t leave his natural nails to be very long since the acrylics look better and can be shaped better than what he naturally has. He does his nails biweekly and always has them colored with sleek gel polish. When he needs to, he will find out what he’s doing for modeling or a role and fit his nails to best go with his costume or outfit. His nails are more often than not stiletto shaped

When it comes to doing his nails, he’ll allow you to help him soak off the old acrylic and clean his cuticles, then file down the tops to prepare. Unless you’ve done nails professionally at some point though, he won’t be letting you apply the acrylic of polish. He has to be very particular about how he looks, and his nails are no exception. He will still enjoy you helping him with the other parts though since it’s always boring soaking off acrylics.

If you ask him to do your nails he will take it very seriously. He will be making sure your nails are well cared for between him doing them, and insisting on doing acrylics for your nails since they’re more durable. He doesn’t care if you prefer them to be super short or long, just let him do the acrylics. He also doesn’t use nail tips, he sculpts the nails himself for a better effect. You’re going to have some of the best nails at the school when he’s done with you…just be expecting to have to go over every other week for him to redo them.

Rook Hunt

Rook enjoys keeping his nails going barely past his nail with a square shape and a French tip. It’s easier for him to hunt with shorter nails, but he has to keep them nice and clean at all times. If he notices one nail is out of shape, he’s going to fix it as soon as he can. He thinks nails are the cutest accessories for the hand and takes good care of his own.

He loves you doing his nails, happy to have your hand on his while you make them all nice and pretty. He’ll be complimenting you the entire time, even when you mess up on his nails. If you happen to know how to do acrylics or want to learn, he’ll allow you to do them on him. If you’re unsure how it’s done, he’ll walk you through the process. Vil might steal Rook away and fix his nails later if you do a bad job, but he will still say you did amazing.

He’s amazing at doing nails since he sometimes helps Vil and is normally the one doing Epel’s nails. He’ll make sure they look photo worthy by the end of it all. He likes to always match his nails with yours as well, so expect them to be done exactly like his own. The only thing he won’t match is the length if you prefer your nails to be longer than his. Rook will always kiss the back of your hand when he finishes as well, telling you how dazzling they look on you.

Epel Felmier

Vil is always making Epel do his nails so they look nice, much to Epel’s chagrin. He hates doing his nails and before he came to Pomefiore, he normally just bit his nails or chopped them off so it was easier to work with. Now he is always having to file and keep them in shape. More often than not, Rook is doing his nails with a matte clear coat on top.

As long as you promise him you won’t use colored polish or anything shiny, he allows it. He prefers you doing his nails than Rook since the upperclassman is always having to explain everything he does to Epel while telling him how dainty his hands are. Epel also happens to have a lot of scars and callouses on his hands (the latter being something Vil is trying to get rid of). Epel takes pride in every scar and callous he has though, so don’t try to make them less apparent. It shows how hard he works. He might even get bashful if you spin his hand around and map out every little white marking on his skin or run your fingers across the rough patches.

Due to Vil always being on his back, he’ll use you as practice so he gets off his back. He’s actually happy you asked him so he didn’t have to beg you to let him practice. He doesn’t particularly. enjoy it, but as time goes on he gets really good. Epel is already amazing with working with his hands, so picking up manicures was no problem for him. He just feels it’s a bit too girly, so reassure him that it’s not feminine to have good nails and that most of the guys at Night Raven have some form of nail routine.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #Vil x Reader #Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt x Reader #Rook x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Epel x Reader

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dream-clouds3 · 1 year

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I was laying around bored and I thought,

What type of nails would the F1 drivers get?

So this is my long post about what nails each of them would get, including some added bonuses ;). I will be providing some pictures but others probably won’t need it. This is all based on my own opinion of nails. So basically no one will be getting plain white french tips because I really don’t like them :(

I will be using the names of all the different shaped nails and for those who don’t know them, you can look here for reference > Shape&Length sheet

(This is going to have to be four parts because of tumblrs photo limit😒)

Pt -1

1.Max Verstappen

I think Max has enough confidence to get some extensions. He only goes for poly gel feeling like it’s less of a commitment than acrylic. He’d be ok if they were the same shape as the pic if anything just a little shorter for practicality and more rounded than pointed. He def gets a gold design (for the second pic it would be a navy blue for rbr) and probably shove the number one in there somewhere just because in the moment he’s radiating fierce confidence. But after he would be shy but proud enough of them to show to everyone he talks to.

2. Lando Norris

Lando doesn't rlly have the confidence when getting nails. He likes the idea but is kinda scared of doing too much. He wants plain but doesn't want to be basic so he settles on the popular water effect nails. Mostly so from afar it passed as plain blue nails but he can still say he got a design.

3.Charles Leclerc

Let's be real with as much heartbreak as he's gotten from them he stays a loyal Ferrari girlie. He'd get the first one being abstract Ferrari nails with yellow lines instead of white. The second one however he would get but instead of LV logo's it'd be the prancing horse with either a yellow sheer base or a red sheer base. Both would be medium acrylic, either box or coffin shaped!

4.Carlos Sainz

Carlos is a little too traditional (slightly self conscious) to be getting anything too dramatic. He'd go with a plain gel manicure, probably a deep red. Really it'd be a clear gel but he'll get some color to not seem too much of a pussy. He'll also probably bite it all off in a few days for sure.

(No photo because you can imagine what a deep Ferrari/chili red nail polish looks like)

5. Lewis Hamilton

Let's be real Lewis would be down to rock any sort of set. Only steering away from longer sets because they're just too impractical for him. I feel like charms aren't really his thing but does like the feel of the 3D texture with the blobs. He would totally love to rock a bunch of colors. He'd get this array of colors air brushed on with metallic accents on top cause he's down like that (also he would try and match his outfit to it a few times).

6.Alex Albon

Honestly him getting his nails done wouldn't even be up to him. He'd accompany Lily to an appointment and then come out with his own nails down. It would def be matched to whatever her set is. He's just bf coded like That.

Pt-1, Pt-2, Pt-3, Pt-4, shape&length sheet

#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #nails #Max Verstappen #Carlos Sainz #charles leclerc #Lando Norris #Lewis Hamilton #Alex Albon

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fariesoiree · 7 months

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you walk around like you own shit, always snapping back at innocent people and of course, you just had to cross a line with hobie.

caution! mdni 8.3k wrdz, runway model!hobie au, hobie has freeform locs, rich spoiled brat!reader, black fem!reader, you do nawt get along, semi-public sex, hate sex, fingering reader receiving, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, oral reading receiving, ass eating if you squint (not really), unprotected sex, p in v sex, choking, hair pulling spanking, finger sucking, drooling, cum eating, pet names, blushing describe but isn’t visible

miffy’s note! deleted it to repost! it’s finally completeddd and hopefully okay?? i picked it up so many times idk if the tone is the same. i think this is my new fav, though. to date, this is one of the nastiest smuts i’ve written and posted but i still consider it pretty tame :D if you like this, i’d recommend strawberry meringue! pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

you are so utterly annoying. the way you sit at hair and makeup with a pout etched on your face and protesting at everything everyone around you does.

it is only six thirty in the morning and you’re so loud and annoying. hobie’s head is pounding, throbbing with the aftereffects of spending his night at the pub with his friends. all he wants to be in the comfort of his bed, lights off and air conditioning blasting.

instead, he is forced to sit in your presence and listen to your complaints over such minor details he truly could not give a flying fuck about.

“that shade of blue is not light enough. it’s not going to match and it’ll look unflattering!” you swerve your head away the fluffy eyeshadow brush, dusted with a blue powder.

you’ve been doing this all morning, between taking swigs of your iced coffee from the reusable mug you’ve brought from home. your coffin, french topped acrylics click against the stainless steel beneath the sound of your constant complaining.

and of course, because your daddy bought his precious babygirl a spot in this show for a small cost of several thousands of dollars, every wish and whim you demand is fulfilled.

the makeup artist sighs for the umptenth time. if hobie is tired, imagine how tired he is. having to nearly redesign the entire look to satisfy your needs. marco has to take a patient, restrained breath.

he sets the brush down and pops open the palette to display the limited choices of colors. he feels insulted, knowing exactly what should go where, what shade is perfect for what but instead, he is forced to prioritize your requests all because you paid your way in. god, he hates nepotism babies. “well, these are the options. as you can see, that one is too dark and because of your rich skin tone, the other one will not show up as pigmented at this one. if i use a light hand and diffuse the color, you might end up liking it. can i try that?”

hobie tuts, watching the interaction at his paralleled chair. he’s finished with hair and makeup a while before you. truthfully, no one would be here nearly this early if they weren’t working with you. it’s not an industry secret that you’re difficult, solely depending on your father to garner influence.

don’t get him wrong, hobie thinks you’re beautiful. you have a chance at being a successful runway model simply off your looks alone but your attitude tanks all opportunity before you even get the chance.

“jesus, man. why are you askin’ her? just do it and if she doesn’t like it, too fuckin’ bad.” he seethes, a little less than quietly. his nails are devoid of his signature black color and well manicured. they’re glossy because of the clear top coat and mindlessly flipping through a magazine.

it’s as if everyone anticipates your meltdown with a silent breath. it’s almost certain that you’ve never heard no a day in your life. it carries on even now, everyone dancing around your words and boundaries. no one here has ever told you no, either. they have no plans to, seeing how you slowly turn your head towards hobie.

your hair, a mix of kankelon and your own, swings back and forth in the thick masses of bubble braids. the fluttering of your long wispy eyelashes would have been alluring if it weren’t for the warble that started in your throat. “you don’t know what you’re talking about. some people enjoy constructive criticism instead of taking everything at face value!”

you slam your mug down against the smooth black surface of the vanity, causing a few brushes to roll and clatter to the floor. you barely pay them any attention when marco bends to scoop them up and whisks them away to be sanitized, partially to avoid being roped into the conversation.

“this show is going to be amazing and i am going to be the best part of it because i actually have great opinions. what do you even do here? what’s your job? to make everyone else look better?” you cross your legs and cock your head to the side, glowering at him.

hobie guesses you mean to be intimidating but he takes your tantrum as childish. he isn’t interested in the back and forth, sighing and leaning back in his chair. his long, statuesque figure takes up more space than needs be, elbows dangling haphazardly over the sides as he folds his arms over the armrests. “yeah, okay. sure.”

he offers slow blinks and no further comment until you’re huffing and turning back around to fuss over the next item. the sound of your voice still vibrates and bounces off the inside of his head, soliciting a deep groan and a rub on his temple.

he supposes asking you to shut the hell up is out of the question, lest he want to be subjected to more insults and glares. hobie swears this is his last show, his last time being booked for a gig to entertain the upper class. sure, he’s encountered all kinds of spoiled brats who have people bending at their will but you, by far, are the most spoiled and bratty of them all.

“see. i told you, that just looks stupid!” your high pitched shriek breaks what little resolve he has left in him, twisting his already worked nerves into a tight ball and setting them on fire.

“ ‘m going out for a break,” hobie mumbles beneath the stylists and makeup artists trying to work you down from another blow up. they don’t notice how he stands and slips away from the crowd, still decked out in designer.

his shoes, a bit too flat and shapeless for his liking, do nothing to aid in a smooth passage to the back exit. he can feel each step he takes, even the lace pants that bunch and gather under him. the length of his attire is impractical but the rich will pay for anything.

he’s only greeted with peace of mind when he pushes the door open and takes a step out into the fresh early morning. the sun is is beginning to rise and coax the sky into a mix of romantic colors and the air is cold and crisp, providing his lungs with sharp relaxation.

new york is still busy at this time, still full of hustle and bustle that thankfully drowns you out. it does nothing to quell his headache but he decides that if he has to experience a hangover, he’d rather hand his misfortune over to the city.

his vacation is short lived, however, because he feels a small finger jabbing his rib cage with an impatient pattern.

hobie’s acknowledgment is slow. he takes his time to rip himself away from the outside world, turning his body to face the perpetrator, who just happens to be you. “what?” it’s curt and short, lacing his usual warmth and welcome.

“we’re starting our pre-show run. they want you there.” your hands, covered in silk gloves, are crossed over your chest. you somehow manage to look down on him, despite hobie being taller. the flounce of each white layer on your dress swishes along your thighs when you pivot and stalk away without a reply.

hobie doesn’t miss the same pale blue eyeshadow over your eye, locked under a layer of glitter and gloss. someone must have talked you into it. this all could have been avoided if you just agreed from the beginning.

“fuck me,” he mumbles, hands going to clasp and rest on the top of his head.

the door behind him swings shut and hobie is trapped again, with you and your whining, making the day difficult for everyone else. he shuffles forward, face pulled into a tense frown. he takes his spot in the jumbled crowd of models, all waiting to take their turn.

he blends in with the crowd just fine, silently slipping in between two warm bodies, just as unhappy to be here this early in the morning at he is. all courtesy of you.

you, who stands in front because you demanded to be the opening of the show and got your way when your daddy threw in a couple more thousands. you are almost cheery, bouncing on your toes to the upbeat music sounding out the speakers around the room. you’re the only one enjoying yourself at the cost of everyone’s expense.

someone needs to take you down a notch. that’s what hobie thinks and what he continues to think when you disappear in front of of the curtain. hobie’s eyes drift to the tv, reflecting your slinky walk down the runway.

you’re not all that bad. a little stiff in some places and a little too loose in others. hobie thinks you could easily benefit from some tips and a few days work. he doesn’t think you’ll take it, knowing you’re too headstrong to believe you’re anything less than perfect. you’re definitely not good enough to be opening the show. that’s neither here nor there and he doesn’t care enough about your success to comment on it.

instead, he keeps his thoughts to himself and powers through, taking his own powerful and evenly distributed steps down the sleek platform.

the rest of the morning goes like this, taking turns during the choreographed walk and being whisked away to try on the next thing. it’s well into the day when the sun has risen and the birds are active that everyone is allotted a break, free to grab lunch and return home for the evening.

hobie makes his way towards the door, his bag swung over his shoulder. he doesn’t announce his leave the way he sees others around him do. he doesn’t care to, doesn’t consider himself cool with anyone. he just comes, does his job, and goes home. he’s fairly surprised, although not pleasantly, to see you waiting at the door as well, sporting a pink tracksuit and slip on uggs.

against every sensible bone in his body, hobie finds himself stopping beside you. his expression is already full of regret before he can speak.

you cast a sideways glance at him, both curious and judgmental before punching in more texts on your phone, demanding that your driver arrives faster so you don’t have to stand out in the street. not that you’ve even left the building. the idea of comparing to the normal class in any way disgusts you.

“you did good, today.” hobie says through a strained breath, staring out the glass panelling of the door. why did he stop? he doesn’t know. maybe to confirm that you truly are one of the worst people he’s ever met.

“i know.”

hobie waits. he gives you a second to build on that and maybe, just maybe, display an ounce of politeness but nothing comes. he can’t help but laugh at his hopefulness, shaking his head to erase any possibility that you might be a good person.

“what’s funny about that?” you immediately jump to the offense, turning your body until you’re facing him. you got your mouth all screwed up into a scowl.

the image you give him only makes hobie’s chuckles increase until he’s smiling at how stupid this whole thing is. “you are so rude, you know that? a selfish little thing, you are.”

you don’t take well to being called selfish or rude. as far as you know, you’re the only one carrying their weight around here. “did i offend you in some way? is this because you realized you have to try harder around me?”

“did it ever occur to you that the reason we’re here so early in the morning is because you tack on another two hours with your complainin’?” hobie tightens his grip on the shoulder strap of his bag. he has to remind himself to keep his voice tame, not wanting to be caught in a scandal framed as a giant man yelling at the sweetest girl. he’s sure you’d activate some victimizing tears and land him farther in trouble with the public.

“well, that’s because i’m – ”

“you’re the only one with good opinions. whatever, i don’t care. i think i speak for everyone when i say this, though. learn to shut the fuck up and let everyone do their jobs the way they’re supposed to be done.”

you both stand and stare at each other silence. you because it’s unbelievable that he’d have the gall to come up to you and say that. him because he really needs to cement just how suffocating you are when you speak.

“excuse me?” is what you settle on with a challenging glare in your eye, taking a step towards him and your head tilted to the side.

hobie brushes you off, though. he’s said what he’s needed to say and doesn’t see the point in entertaining this any longer. “have a good one.” he walks right past you and out the door, satisfied with himself for being the one to tell you about yourself.

the following day is much better, oddly enough. hobie expected you to lash back at him after your conversation. it’s shocking when you’re pliant and receptive to everyone, smiling when you’re addressed.

you even go as far to smile at him. you greeted him when he walked in, leading hobie into a false sense of security. he’s so comfortable with your good behavior, he almost is able to forgive and forget your attitude.

almost.

“hobie?”

he’s surprised to get a call from his manager, bringing the cool tempered glass up to his ear. the silver backing of his phone is caseless and reflects the bright white lights hanging from the ceiling. hobie blends into the background, wearing his off duty outfit, sporting a black top he cropped himself with a pair of kitchen scissors and some black sweatpants. he offsets the cold city morning with a thick puffer jacket and fingerless gloves. his feet hidden behind equally thick socks and stocky black boots. “yeah, wass’up?”

his accent leaks in every word, following the sense of dread that something has gone wrong. his radar goes haywire when you suddenly appear near by, idling with the smuggest smile he’d seen all week.

what did you do?

“you pissed her off, man. clean off. you’re not going to like this.”

“just spit it out, peter.” hobie finds himself having to round the corner to stand behind a pillar, his hand coming down to drag across his face. he doesn’t have to ask who the she is because it’s so obvious. only you would be so evil to do something so bad, his manager would have to call him.

“you know how the brand was so excited to work with you because you fit their style really well?”

“yes,” hobie draws it out real slow. his heart is already racing in anticipation. he hated these things as much as the next punk guy but they made him so much money, and hobie wasn’t doing too great financially right now. all his stealing and evading “justice” was starting to creep up on him and the last thing he wanted was to end up in the slammer.

sure he’s all rough and tough on paper but he knows he wouldn’t last a second behind bars.

“well now . . ., someone has offered them a large sum of money to lower your appearances to one so not only do you now walk once but you’re getting paid significantly less.”

if hobie was in a cartoon, he’d have steam pouring out his ears. his stomach twists itself into sour knots, tighter and tighter he feels like he’s going to be sick. peter is saying something, words fading into the background of hobie’s thoughts, all screaming into the void about how inconsiderate you are. how careless, how selfish, how bratty.

“pete, i have to go.” his thumb smashes against the big red button on the keypad. everything in his body is blaring with the red alert of his ending patience. he’s been lenient, he thinks. only speaking to you when you’ve really done it for him. otherwise, he’s left you alone. sure, he told marco to stop letting you dog him and told you off for your behavior but none of that justifies something as cruel as this.

“what’s wrong? get some bad news?” you grin when hobie comes stalking up to you. something like a delightful chill runs down your back when you see just how unnerved he is. you’ve never gotten anyone to glare at you as hard as hobie is doing.

“we need to have a talk,” hobie says with his hand circling around your wrist, smoothed and evenly tanned from expensive skincare treatments and luxurious vacations out the country. he is prepared to ignore your whines about how he’s dragging you across the room but to his surprise, there is none.

other than the sounds of quiet huffs of annoyance, you’re compliant enough to follow him. your feet drag, moonboots scraping against the concrete flooring. the sound just irritates hobie more.

he pulls you behind the partitioned dressing stall, yanking the white linen closed across the metal curtain rod. the small space is a tight fit, boxy and barely enough room to fit two people. fortunately, hobie is lanky enough to squeeze anywhere, unaffected with the way you puff your chest to seem more intimidating than you are.

his arms are crossed ever so tightly over his chest and yours are planted over your hips. neither of you say a word to the other, staring each other down in a silent battle of dominance.

“did you get me cut down from the show?” hobie finally spits out. his blood is boiling and he doesn’t have the time to play this game with you.

“and if i did?” you snap back with a provoking swivel of your head. you jut your chin out, eyes examining him up and down. you’re wordlessly declaring how unserious you take him and his temper. “are you going to yell at me some more because that would be a huge mistake. you don’t even know how badly i could ruin your career.”

his hand slots over his face, the web between his thumb and pointer finger rubs against the bridge of his nose. each word that rolls out your mouth has his brain rattling. none of those are anything near remorse and he’s sick of you getting away with whatever you want. “are things not goin’ well for you at home? what is this about, hm? is this all to get attention or what?”

“excuse me?” you’re miffed, eyes nearly bulging out of your head.

“that’s how it goes with you lot, ‘innit? do somethin’ crazy for attention cause you’re not gettin’ it at home.” he looks down at you, not physically but emotionally, mentally. he pities you and your need to be the center of attention. that’s what this is, isn’t it? you must live a lonely lifestyle.

you take a step towards him. in the small box you’re confined, it’s more of a half step. your finger jabs against his chest, venom dripping into each word. “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. don’t make assumptions and mind your own fucking business.”

if hobie was angry before, he’s fuming now. this is ridiculous. to be going back and forth with a little girl that doesn’t know how to mind her tongue and is telling him to stay out of her life. “oh, that’s real rich comin’ from you. like you didn’t go and meddle with how much i’m going to get paid for this.” he swats at your hand with enough force to have put pushed away from his chest and back to your side.

“oh, whatever. i’m not going to stand here and keep talking about this.” you roll your eyes, turning away to leave hobie standing here alone. you’re only able to reach for the heavy curtain, fingertips just ghosting the fabric before you feel hands at your waist, pulling you in until your back is pressed against the cold mirror. it rattles against the impact, wobbling and clanking in the metal that holds it together.

you find hobie merely inches away from your face. he invades all of your senses at once, breath smelling of spearmint and calloused hands fisting the loose sweater you sport. it’s buttery soft and worth every pretty penny.

you’re so pretentious.

“you don’t get to walk away from me. you wanted to run your mouth. keep runnin’ it.” hobie is close enough to smell the strawberry pound cake perfume on your clothes. the glitter of your cherry flavored lipgloss reflects in the light, pink and silver. he’s unhappy with the way you sneer at him.

“then we’re going to sit here in silence because i don’t want to talk to you about this, or anything, ever.” you turn your cheek to him and close your eyes to solidify your point.

hobie hooks his fingers under your chin and forced your attention, jerking your head back with enough shock to have your eyes popping open. a whine, mixed with an almost animalistic arousal and surprise slips through your closed lips, to your dismay. you did not mean to do that.

“what was that?” he asks, hand still pushing your lips together until your lips are pursed and pouty.

you wiggle in his hold, only inching farther up against the mirror until you’re standing on your toes in dire search of space. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

playing dumb is your only solace when he’s staring at you like this, scrutinizing your every move. his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, slow and heavy, as his thoughts race together. they all come to the same conclusion, a screeching halt at one verdict.

“needy thing, you are. should have known you’d want me to do somethin’ like this. gettin’ me all mad so i can push you against the wall like this.” he adjusts his grip. instead of holding you against the glass, he holds you in place, planted firmly in your spot.

you don’t notice the way your legs slide themselves apart but hobie does and he’s quick to take advantage of it. his hand darts down under the hem of the thick striped sweater, meeting the tight spandex of your safety shorts underneath.

there’s a moment of stillness where he gives you a moment to stop him, searching your eyes for any sign of reluctance or a squeak of displeasure but none comes. you simply watch him your chocolate colored eyes, darting between his attention and his lips, messily lined with a black liner.

“hm,” he scoffs with a handful of your shorts and tugs them down with a snap of his wrist. hobie is met with resistance from the friction of your thin, nearly sheer, black tights. “put up a fight for what?” his hand digs behind the waistband of your tights and panties to bury between your hot and sticky folds. he finds your clit, growing puffy from need and pinches it between his fingers.

the back of your hand comes pressed against your lips to swallow your whimper come the sound of shoes pattering across the dark gray flooring just outside the curtain. you’re reminded in that short span of a few seconds that you’re not the only ones in the establishment.

you only end up pressing both hands against your lips when he rolls the hardening bud between his thumb and pointer finger. it has your hips bucking in a fight to satiate your growing need for more.

“fuck you being so quiet for? where that mouth, hm? nothin’ to say now that i’m playin’ with your pussy like this?” hobie tilts his head, fingers continuing to toy with you until you’re soppy enough to have the pads on the tips of his digits pruning.

hobie swears he can hear the squelching when his fingers dip towards your entrance and smear more of your arousal on your already dripping cunt. each swipe of his fingers against your nerves draws another mewl out your body, almost against your will.

“s – shut up!” you slam your fist against his chest. your body reacts before your brain does, rolling your hips into his hand in an attempt to entice it to the more needier parts.

it works, but not in the way you’d think. hobie’s eye twitches, just barely. he pulls your shorts down to your ankles when another swift tug and digs his nails into the polyester fabric of your tights. it tears apart with a few pops. he yanks the seat of your thong to the side, securing it in place on the round globe that is one of your buttcheeks. “who are you talkin’ to?”

three melodies slaps to your cunt rings through the air in a continuous stream. they’re harsh and wet and leave you withering, standing up by the grace of your willpower. your legs shake with each impact, accompanied with a shriek and your hand flies to the wall to steady you.

“just won’t learn to shut your mouth, will you?” hobie grunts under the voices questioning that unusual sound, unbeknownst to them was coming from you.

you both listen to the “what was that” and the “i don’t know”, you with the roundest doe eyes hobie’s ever seen. you’re nervous, whirring the idea of getting caught around your head. it makes your heart pound but your skin flushes with a newfound warmth.

“i’m sorry,” you say in a hushed whisper. you’re hesitant, not too pleased to be admitting defeat but you have no other choice. not when hobie is experimentally one long finger past your folds.

it’s slender and deep, reaching crevices you didn’t know was possible. never have you never able to do it yourself, nor has any of your previous casual experiences. it has your head reeling back against the mirror. the part down the center your scalp leaves you rightfully balanced.

hobie finds that you suck him right in. you’re so annoying like that, catching an attitude when he doesn’t touch the places you like, only to be reduced to apologies and sweet whispers. “yeah, i’m sure you are.” he says with his finger pumping at an agonizingly slow pace. his goal is not to make you feel good, but to make room enough for another.

it’s enough to have to you mewling. your hips roll forward and your clit bumps against the rough callouses that is hobie’s palm. your hand lifts and falls on his shoulder. you wring his shirt in between your fingers under the fabric is strained in his grip.

he makes you feel small, the way hobie eyes bore into you. he swallows each and every sound you make with his loud presence, fogging your thoughts with the smell of his cologne. it irks you, how he’s knocked you off a few pegs until you’re below him.

“i hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth. “i hate you so much. you’re just a lowlife.” you’re grappling for power, even though you’re quite literally under him. hobie’s taken up so much of your space that you have to tilt your head up to him. he’s so close you can see the freckles dotted over his cheeks.

his lips curl in on themselves. his expression squints and squeezes until it’s full of scorn. “keep fuckin’ talkin’,” he shoves another finger next to the other, dripping in the sheen of your arousal. he snaps his wrists in an aggressive up and down manner, ripping a gasp out of you.

you’re getting loud with the stimulation of his fingers inside you. your body swivels in an infinite loop of needing more of him but being unable to take it. you’re grateful when hobie cradles your head into your chest to mute your moans.

his large hand engulfs the back of your head. despite his words, this hold and gentle and safe. there’s a very thin line hobie teeters between, acting as a decent human being and being so extremely pissed off with you. messing with his pay like this.

“mmmf . . .,” you hum against his toned chest. your mouth falls open with puffs of breath. you whine and whimper into him. you fall still at the impact of his fingers, jerking so quickly in you the mirror rattles in its clips. “oh my gosh. please, fuck –!”

your orgasm comes as a surprise to no one. you’d be blind to not anticipate it by to the way you mewl and moan at his attention. it builds up and up and up and —

hobie rips his hand away. he ruthlessly deprives you of the ultimate sense of pleasure. his pride swells when you are turned into nothing but a bundle of whines of displeasure and drool.

his lips curl into something of a sadistic grin, gleaming white incisors poking through the corners. he’s even more smug when you tilt your little head at him, eyes full of pitiful tears just threatening to spill over your eyelashes.

“hobie, please?” it’s unbelievable that you’re pleading with him, hands sliding down until they grasp the waistband of his sweats. “not being nice.” your lip trembles, the two-toned browned skin comes to tuck beneath your teeth.

“don’t deserve it,” hobie clutches your chin in between his fingers, thumb on one side, pointer on the other. “beggin’ me like this after givin’ me so much attitude.”

you look so dollike and sweet like this. finally, finally, docile and bending to his will. it didn’t take him long at all, just needed to give you some attention to calm you down.

he almost feels bad for you.

it’s not enough to stop him from dropping to his knees and lifting a soft, glowing thigh over his shoulder. he massages the skin with the pads of his fingers, kissing the inner of your leg while taking in the scent of your sex, tangy like a pineapple on a summer day.

“forgot to take these offa’ you.” his lips ghost over the material of your underwear. hobie leaves it secured where it is as he continues his trek and ignores the pants of anticipation when he eventually reaches your puffy bundle of nerves. “just hold em’ if they slip, yeah?”

you hum in hushed agreement. your hands move on their own, entangling in the coils of his coarse locs. they dig in his scalp and pull at his hair. in response, hobie is tugged closer until his tongue is slotted against your leaking cunt.

he obliges without complaint, slurping at your juices with steadying your hip and the other keeping your leg hooked on his shoulder. it’s sloppy, the mix of saliva and arousal dribbling down his chin and leaving your inner thighs glistening.

your attempt to maintain your discreetness is weak. there’s always a squeak, squeal, or hum leaving your lips when hobie’s tongue digs deep in your crevices and rolls your hips against his lips.

he, for one, doesn’t care who just so happens to walk by at the wrong time or is careless enough to pull the stiff curtain back. he does know that you care, though, and is leaving it up to you. you want to remain “respectable” and “perfect”. that is your responsibility.

with each voice that draws nearer, you try to quell your noises, swallowing each sob that accompanies each shake or twitch of your body. your almost restrained like this, having to choke back a moan.

hobie is all too good at this, lapping at your cream like a starved man offered from the cornucopia of heaven. twice now, has his long tongue slipped past your folds and flattened over the puckered rim of your ass.

his lips wrap and suckle around your clit, leaving just enough space for the pad of his thumb to circle around to your entrance. it dips inside and pulls away with enough frequency to force a reaction, a confined gasp and whimper.

“hobie! fuck you’re so –” you yank his hair in all different directions, brain foggy and unable to truly comprehend anything. you’re just over the cusp of overwhelmed, jerking against him and unsure if you want more or are ready to tap out.

he only chuckles beneath you, pulling away from your nub with a pop. his fingers become buried in you again without warning. it happens with ease until they’re knuckle deep, despite your wordless protests when you’re unintentionally attempting to escape. “swear you make it so difficult, dolly. how hard is it to take it? hm?”

it’s not really a punishment, considering how much you like it. love it, even. enjoying it so deeply you’re sure your walls will mold into his shape. your chest rises and falls, representing the waves of pleasure crashing against your body. the tightening ball in your tummy returns, wrapping itself tighter and tighter. there’s a moment you fear you’ll be denied again when your body begins to physically curl in to itself, falling silent with an open mouth.

hobie only coaxes you by returning to being gentle kisses to your skin, breathing in your natural scent with the subtle hint of the strawberry scented perfume. it’s a shame you’re not as sweet as your smell, or even the sounds you make.

even now, when you’re shaking and drunk of pleasure, this is possibly the sweetest you’ve ever been. fucked out from his fingers alone and eyes rolling back, already. your little cunt squeezes out every drop of cum it possibly can, leaving your legs shaking and pushing his hand away from your sensitive parts.

your voice is all breathy when you speak. “holy shit,” you finally find your strength to stand, licking your dry lips to dampen them. you turn your attention down to hobie, arrogantly smiling at you as he just shy of shoves your leg off his shoulder.

“don’t look at me like that.” you twist your expression until you’re scowling, puffing your cheeks.

hobie can’t take you seriously. even after he’s pulled your panties to the side, got you to shut up, and fingered you to oblivion, you’re still so very stubborn. “if you stopped talkin’ so much, so many more people would like you,” he runs his fingers his fingers up and down your legs.

“how about you shut the fuck up?”

“i’ll do you one better.”

it’s too bad you don’t notice the widespread sadistic grin across his face. hobie jostles you around by your hips until your turned and facing the mirror. your boobs feel the cold and exposing air when he pulls your sweater and bra up.

your eyes are wide as hobie maneuvers you like a doll, guiding parts of your body into certain positions. “what are you doing?” you ask him when he pushes down on your back until it’s arched. your legs are spread apart and your brown erect nipples are being rolled between his fingers.

“what are you doing?” you say again, body squirming against both the mirror and hobie’s crotch. your cheek is forced against it because you’re too busy holding yourself up using the wooden bench attached to it.

you receive no response except for the sound of fabric shuffling about. your limited vision gives view of hobie dropping his sweats and briefs far enough to get his dick out. your mouth automatically waters at the sight, thick and veiny. it’s almost angry, glistening with hobie’s arousal from just touching you. it’s fully erect and firm when it slaps against your pussy.

“you ask too many questions,” he says, just barely dipping his swollen tip past your folds. hobie gets a taste of your body this way. the warmth of your walls paired with the sopping wetness of your arousal. even down to the way you immediately react, he soaks it up.

he still finds you to be a bit mouthy. it’s almost as if you’re unaware your cheek in pressed against the mirror and your tits are dangling into the palm of his hand. the other one, free of your body, runs along your smooth skin.

you can feel the tips of his fingers ghost over you. from your position, there’s not much of a view, especially with the way you’re pressed and craned into this compact space. despite your agitation and resistance, you comply when he guides your body into the arch. the curve of your spine dips, causing the globe of your ass to lift and be pressed right against his lap

you huff in anticipation when you feel the tip of hobie’s dick press against your entrance. you’re not going to lie to yourself and say that the stretch from just a few inches causes you to tense. it’s been a minute since the last time you were fucked to the fault of your relentless attitude, something you refuse to let go of.

you squeeze your face, contorting to display your displeasure. for a split second, you consider the idea that it won’t fit. you reach back for his stomach to push him off you, convinced you’re unable to make this happen. “mm-mm,” a hum leaves your lips, pressed tightly together. your eyes flutter close, wispy and dollike lashes brushing against your cheek.

“y’gotta relax, mama. you’re gonna be fine.” hobie clasps your hand in his, rather than allowing you to escape him. don’t get him wrong, he resents you but he isn’t an asshole. he doesn’t force his way in you, not completely anyway. hobie waits just until you’re soft enough to be molded like clay. only then does he thrusts his hips forward just enough to get you over the edge.

you shriek for a second and unintentionally dig your nails into hobie’s hand. you leave indents in your wake, balling your fist and turning your head into your elbow in an attempt to muffle yourself. it’s unexpected but the pain very quickly burns itself into pleasure.

you feel so full like this. you like to think you’d be perfectly content if hobie opted to not move and instead hold you like this but it’s not something you’d tell him.

“there you go.” you hear hobie say. he sounds conceited about it too, getting off on the image you give him. gasping and twitching and all he did was stick it in. “good fuckin’ girl.”

a mewl builds up in your throat but you swallow it. it’s worse enough he’s had to coach you to take him. you can’t already let him hear you like he’s bitching you. “. . . shut up.” it takes you a moment to work the words out, lids still closed and fist still clenched.

hobie scoffs. he rolls his own eyes. he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand you. seven inches deep and you’re still giving him orders. like the near humiliation wasn’t enough to knock you down a few notches. shut up this and shut up that. is that all you can say?

“y’know, i’d be so much nicer if you didn’t act so terribly for no reason. what did i do to deserve this, hm?” his fingers dig into your skin, grasping and rubbing along whatever he can reach. your hips, your spine, the tops of your thighs.

your lack of response is taken as a sign of complacency. you didn’t know what to say because he’s right. hobie did nothing to deserve this but treat you like a normal human being.

heaven forbid.

he snaps his hips forward, eyes boring into the back of your head. hobie own face screws up in a display of pleasure. it’s nothing compared to the near scream that falls from your lips from his sudden action.

it’s unexpected. just as unexpected as his hands wrapping around your body, one stationed securely at your hip and the other sliding up your chest and gripping your throat. it’s firm, fingers swallowing the column with just enough force to maintain your position.

“look. look in the mirror and watch how i fuck you.” hobie cocks his head, thumb brushing across your jawline. the skin is soft and no doubt also attributed to your lifestyle. “i know you want it, cunt flutterin’ on me.”

the stubborn part of you can’t resist shaking your head in denial, despite the new gush of slick coating your thighs.

“no?” his tongue catches the fat of his lip and tucks it under his teeth. he supposes it’s fine, your instance of denying everything he says. he’s tired of talking, anyway. instead, he anchors you flush against him and draws his hips back.

the relief is only temporary because hobie slams forward just as quickly as before. each thrust sounds off with a reverberating slap of skin. you barely hear it, too busy swallowing what moans build in your throat.

you’re forced to watch, tits jiggling in the mirror. you have no range to squirm. instead, your toes curl inside your shoes. your arms shake to hold yourself up, despite not needing to. hobie had you right where he wanted with no room to escape.

your head drops forward. your insides are on fire, filled to the brim with dick. it’s repetitive and knocks the wind out of your lungs with each stroke.

“please,” you sob, eyes filling with salty tears. they spill over your waterline and plop onto the bench in inaudible plinks!

your pleas falls on deaf ears. instead, hobie lands two smacks on your ass. it heats under his touch and jiggles on impact. at first, the smacks serve as a warning but he can’t help but indulge for just a moment. the skin tints with an undertone of red with the more merciless spanks on your cheeks.

“please what?” hobie’s hand leaves the base of your throat and entangled in the length of your hair. he wraps it around his hand, only to tug it back until your head is lifted and he gets a clear view of your pretty brown eyes glossed over and blown out. “thought you didn’t want this. want me to stop?”

your mouth gapes open only to close without a word. you’re hesitant to respond, having no intention of asking him to pull out. you merely whine in desperation and wiggle your hips.

your reward for your decision is him sinking his cock into your tight pussy. it’s almost as if hobie didn’t pause to begin with. instead, his pace is vigorous. it’s constant pressure, merciless and bouncing you around from sheer force.

your hand flies to wall, almost banging against it in an effort to find purchase somewhere. anywhere you could possibly release the growing tension all over your body, particularly your core. “oh my gosh! oh my days!”

hobie yanks your head back even farther, nearly resting against his shoulder. again, does his fingers wrap around the base of your throat and steady you there. he’s lucky enough to catch your eyes roll back. in tandem, it’s difficult to miss the clench of your walls around him.

“well shit, baby,” hobie says. his breath fans over your check. the smell of your pussy still lingers on his breath. it sends a small wave of embarrassment crashing over you but only for a minute. it’s drowned out by red hot lust burning your insides.

“you like that shit, don’t you?” it’s a warm whisper in your ear surrounded by grunts and wet kisses against your shoulder. “so fuckin’ wet. bet you can feel me nice and deep. tell me you like it, dolly. i want to hear you say it.”

his fingers brush against your clit and elicits a gasp. by now your legs shake, ready to collapse under your weight. “i – it’s so good. it’s so good, ‘obie. i like it so much. please! wanna cum.”

“too loud,” hobie mumbles, tongue dragging across the crevices off your collar. he resolves the issue by squeezing your cheeks together until they are forced in a pucker. he pushes his fingers past your lips and flatten against your tongue.

you let out a surprised choke, saliva pooling in your mouth. you’re unable to voice anything other than haggard breaths and hummed moans. you enclose your hand around his wrist. the other rests on his bare hip. not once do you resist or push him away. you solely dig your nails into his skin, chest heaving with each draw of breath.

“gonna cum, hm? gettin’ so tight, lovely. can feel that shit, like you’re gonna snap me in half.” hobie slide his fingers farther down the slope of your tongue until you’re nearly gagging.

you manage to hum a “mm-hm”, drool gurgling and spilling down your chin. you can imagine the image you’re giving, filthy and desperate, but it’s the least of your concerns with each thrust and caress of your clit.

he doesn’t have to give you permission, doesn’t have to tell you when you can. hobie doesn’t want to. he’d much rather push you to the edge, rubbing your clit in quick circles. they compliment the jerk of his dick against that spot that has you spurting your watery cum. had his fingers not been down your throat, there’s no doubt the air would be thick with soundy whimpers.

behind you, hobie does the unexpected. he’s quick to push you forward, pulling out with a quiver. he whines, whines when shooting thick ropes of cum over your asscheeks. you get a faint glimpse of him pumping out every drop with a tight hand wrapped around the shaft.

it’s mesmerizing, the scrunched up face he makes when he cums. it’s been you who’s had the lower hand and been watched with curious eyes. for a brief moment, it’s your turn.

your turn to watch hobie stare at the mess he’s made over your skin. you think he’s going to leave you at that but instead he lowers himself down and eagerly laps it up.

your eyes widen at the sight. he could have figured out any other way clean you up and chose the most explicit, massaging your hips with each drag.

“hobie . . .” you’re at a loss for words, torn between telling him it’s unnecessary and too amazed to stop him.

“are you going to say your sorry?” he’s kneeling now, turning you around until you’re facing him. hobie looks up at you, almost innocent-like. had he not been making his way to suckle at your cunt, maybe he would have been.

you lurch away, far too sensitive to handle another round, right now.

“relax, mama. jus’ tryna clean you up. promise.” he presses a relaxing kiss against your inner thigh until you’re soft in his hands again. “are you sorry or what?”

you consider the position you find yourself in now and in the previous minutes. your cheeks flush when the weight of your actions come crashing down and your hands, resting on his shoulders, are reluctantly drawing back. “are you going to use this against me?” a chill runs down your spine when his tongue smooths over your folds.

hobie’s eyebrows knit together. he’s perplexed you’d think that of him. “oh, absolutely not. i’m not you. jus’ got tired of it. so are you sorry or not?”

you’re prepared to answer, mouth gaping open before you’re interrupted by a knock on the other side of the curtain, probably on what little solid surface there is.

“if you guys are done uh, fighting, everyone else is ready to go.”

hobie is far more composed about this than he is. “ ‘kay,” he says, eyes never leaving yours. his question, unanswered, still lingers. the only thing that’s changed is that he’s now standing and putting his clothes back on, waiting for your response. “i’m willing to put this all behind us if you just apologize. you have no idea what you’ve just done and i can’t expect you to understand and doubt that you’ll fix what you’ve done, but can you at least say you’re sorry?”

your shift your weight, gathering the different articles of your clothing and pulling them on your body. it’s difficult in this small space with him but you manage. “i dunno. you were kinda mean so —“

“ ☆ , i’m serious.” he catches you with a heavy gaze. for once, there’s no hint of anger. he’s being sincere with his hurt and you can’t deny the guilt you’re filled with. “you messed everything up so bad. you’re strong, you’re powerful, you can do what you want, whatever. i don’t care. i just need you to understand that i deserve an apology.”

you adjust the sweater on your body to avoid the tension in the air. there’s truly no way out of this. just you two in this room, him expecting an apology after bending and breaking your body. “i’m . . . sorry. you’re right, i guess. i’ll figure out how to undo it.” your voice only gets quieter and quieter with each word, putting your feet back into your boots.

it’s embarrassing and odd, apologizing. you can’t think of the last time you’ve done so and honestly don’t believe you would have if he hadn’t taken such methods to get it out of you.

oddly enough, it’s silent. you’re too cagey to meet hobie’s eyes and even while fully dressed, you’re stalling leaving the space.

it takes him a moment to speak as well, sighing to release what emotions he still carries about the situation. “thank you. if you fix it, i’ll stay out of your life. we’ll finish our job and never see each other again. i won’t talk about what happened to anyone and i’m sure you can manage to keep whatever you want between whoever is here. deal?”

your stomach twists into knots and fills with distaste. for what? you don’t know. you can’t put your finger on it but you find yourself nodding anyway.

what else can do you? disagree and risk the industry finding out what risky behavior you participated in? risk blemishing your reputation and have the public label you a whore?

“okay. deal.”

your response is satisfying enough for hobie to leave after patting your shoulder. presumably, that’ll be the last time you interact so personally but that’s not an assumption you think you like.

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ips? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips are a type of nail extension that feature a unique curved shape. They are designed to mimic the natural C curve of the nail bed, resulting in a flattering and elongated nail shape. Q: Why choose C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips are a popular choice for their longevity. They are known to maintain their shape for an extended period, ensuring that your manicure looks stunning for longer. Q: What are the various styles of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips come in a wide range of styles. From classic solid colors to trendy designs and patterns, there are options to suit every preference and occasion. Q: How do I choose the right size of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Choosing the right size of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips is important for a comfortable and stylish manicure. We recommend measuring your natural nails and selecting tips that closely match your nail width. Q: How do I apply C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Applying C Curve Coffin Nail Tips can be done following a step-by-step process. It involves preparing your natural nails, applying adhesive, and shaping the tips to achieve the desired look. Q: How do I maintain C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Proper maintenance is essential for the longevity of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips. This includes regular care, cleaning, and taking precautions to prevent any damage to the nails. Q: How do I safely remove C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Safely removing C Curve Coffin Nail Tips requires proper techniques and precautions to avoid damaging the natural nails. We recommend soaking the tips in acetone and gently removing them using a nail tool. Q: What are some frequently asked questions about C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Here are some common questions and concerns about C Curve Coffin Nail Tips, along with their answers and solutions to help you make informed decisions about using these nail tips. Q: How can I extend the lifespan of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Extending the lifespan of C Curve Coffin Nail Tips can be achieved by avoiding activities that could cause damage and following a proper maintenance routine. This includes regular cleaning and moisturizing. Q: How can I use C Curve Coffin Nail Tips for special occasions? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips can be a great choice for special occasions like weddings, birthdays, or holiday celebrations. Get inspired with creative ideas on how to make your manicure stand out. Q: How do C Curve Coffin Nail Tips compare to other nail tip styles? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips have unique features and advantages over other popular nail tip styles. Discover how they stand out and why they might be the perfect choice for your next manicure. Q: How can C Curve Coffin Nail Tips complement different nail shapes? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips can work well with various nail shapes. Learn about suggestions and tips for achieving the best results based on your nail shape. Q: Are there any nail care tips to follow alongside using C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: Alongside using C Curve Coffin Nail Tips, it's essential to follow general nail care tips. This includes taking care of your cuticles, moisturizing regularly, and maintaining overall nail health. Q: How versatile are C Curve Coffin Nail Tips? A: C Curve Coffin Nail Tips are highly versatile and can be customized with nail art, embellishments, and different finishes. Discover how you can create unique and personalized manicures with these tips.

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Musée du Louvre & Musée de Rodin

(Entry by Lachlan)

The Louvre is so expansive we got lost in it multiple times. It's a palatial building with many wings and a huge collection of many parts - we even learned that it stands on the foundations of a fortress built in 1190 which we got to see. We saw classic Italian renaissance paintings, French symbolism and other classics, Roman and Greek sculpture, Egyptian relics and sarcophagi, and even a recreation of Marie Antoinette’s dining room. It was a mind boggling and humbling cross section of world culture and art. Some highlights were the Mona Lisa, the Victoire de Samothrace (particularly in its place at the top of the grand staircase), the statue of the Emperor Trajan, the sarcophagus of Ramses III (3000 years old!), and the Venus de Milo. We had a wonderful time walking around the great halls and wings of the building and soaking in all the history.

(Entry by Elena)

After visiting the Lourve just the two of us, Lachlan and I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Paris. We bought macaroons, had lunch (with a glass of wine!) at a French bistro, and bought a selection of pastries. It was so lovely taking in the sights and ticking some things off our ‘Must Eat’ list! We ended the day with dinner and drinks at a beautiful French restaurant with the most amazing food. What a day!

The next day was very relaxing with only a visit to the Musée de Rodin planned. I LOVE Rodin. I studied him when I did sculpture in highschool and have remained fascinated by his mastery of human movement and form. I was so excited to go to the Musée de Rodin, probably more excited than any of the museums we’ve visited so far, and it did not disappoint. The museum is set in an old estate where Rodin himself lived towards the end of his life, and is surrounded by the most beautiful manicured gardens full of his sculptures. The exhibition was arranged chronologically and had a great audio tour to go with it that took you through Rodin’s life and career. A cool part of the museum was not only seeing some of his great works (The Kiss, The Thinker, The Gates of Hell etc.) but also seeing his early sketches and iterations of the pieces. This is not the place to go into detail about how cool his methods of sculpting and casting were and his incredible artistic vision, but I will say that his work is some of the most impressive and moving I’ve ever seen. We strolled around the gardens after walking through the museum and had some lunch before making our way home. We spent the hottest part of the day lounging around our airbnb and getting excited for the opening match of the Rugby World Cup we were seeing that night!!! But I’ll leave that for Lachlan to tell you about tomorrow…

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The best nail colors for spring in 2023

The days are growing longer and flowers are in blossom. It's time to have a fresh mani to celebrate! To spruce up your nails, check out our selection of dip powders, what is nail technician gels, and manicure lacquers. Choosing where to start from the top spring nail colors 2023 is the most difficult aspect.

1. Which colors are popular in spring?

Celebrity nail technicians are loving the newest blues, pinks, milky tints, and metallics. To complete the color scheme, fashion experts advise using spring green, chrome hues, and the cozy warmth of sunshine yellows and oranges.

Do not worry if you are having trouble making a decision. We advise amassing nail polish in all of your preferred hues. They are affordable and simple to use and take off.

2. AFFORDABLE NAIL LACQUERS

Since traditional nail polish dries by air, no special tools are needed to cure it. It is easy to remove with acetone and lasts for about a week without chipping. When you like to switch up your manicure frequently, it's ideal.

Additionally, most colors nail technician skills and abilities are offered in duo sets that include matching nail lacquer and gel polish.

To get you started, here are some cute spring nail colors from our 2023 collection:

3. ALMOND SHADES

Like the marshmallow filling in Easter candy, these hues are creamy. Furthermore, milky white comes in a huge variety of hues! You name it: blue, green, peach, or yellow.

BLUES

After a chilly, dark winter, there's nothing quite like the pure blue sky in the spring. Whether you choose baby, traditional, or cobalt blue, this calming color will draw attention.

HEATED SHADES

These provide unadulterated warmth for your mind, heart, and nails. Keep in mind that a French manicure need not be monotonous. To spice it up, pick one of these delectable colors.

On My Mind, the Sun Shines

Check out our newest collection for more seductive spring colors!Keep in mind that we also have duo sets of gel and nail lacquer in these colors. Each sort of polish has the exact same color.

GEL CHOICES FOR MAXIMUM SATISFACTION

For a long-lasting manicure that lasts at least two weeks, gels are the go-to choice. Obviously, you'll require

Undoubtedly, a nail lamp is required to cure the lacquer. On the plus side, you'll have all the time you need to work with gels when creating nail art because they won't dry without a UV lamp.

PRODUCTS REQUIRED

Unquestionably, you'll need a nail lamp to perform a gel manicure. To remove the previous manicure and shape the natural nail or nail tips, it also helps to have a nail drill.

Spring is a perfect time to explore with nail extensions, speaking of which. The cutter and adhesive should not be overlooked.

UV/LED nail lamp from Lavis

You could get a cheap nail lamp for less money, but you wouldn't get as good of a bargain. Gels cure nicely under this expert nail lamp in only a few seconds. With the help of 42 carefully positioned LEDs inside the reflective interior, it avoids bubbling and breaking.

You can choose from 10, 30, 60, and 90-second settings on the built-in timer before leaving it alone. When necessary, the light is turned on by the motion sensor.

It is also portable and has a long runtime on a single charge. If you travel abroad, all you need is an adaptor for the plug since the AC adapter operates on universal voltage.

To select the nail lamp that best suits your needs, we invite you to contrast this one with our other options.

Nail Drill by Lavis

Owning a nail drill of salon what not to do at a nail salon quality is worthwhile if you perform many manicures for both yourself and other people. The brushless motor in this one makes it exceptionally quiet and vibration-free. The ergonomic wand is simple to use and comfortable to hold.

It features variable speed control in addition to forward and backward for when you switch hands. The battery level and current setting are displayed on the display. This gives you a ton of flexibility to perform tasks like shaping extensions and cuticle cleaning.

The drill has a 10 hour operating time per charge. Additionally, the sturdy case is resistant to acetone and is offered in 7 attractive hues.

Now that you have the necessary equipment, check out the top springtime gel manicure colors.

FAVORITE SPRING GEL COLORS

The disadvantage of gels is their long lifespan. You did read that correctly. We want to try every one of these springtime hues since we adore them so much. We can only accomplish two every month at this rate! The fact that spring lasts for a while is a good thing.

A FANTASTIC CLOUD

We adore using pure white on why are nail techs so rude its own or as a foundation to bring out other colors! Visit the nail lacquer section of our website to see the additional milky colors mentioned above.

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Bright pink hot pink nails

#BRIGHT PINK HOT PINK NAILS FREE#

In case of long nails, they look more gorgeous and sometimes dark bright pink nails 2022 with glisters and rhinestones may look vulgar. In case of short nails every shade of pink looks more natural and gentle. Generally pink looks quite different on short and long nails. Light pink nails 2022 will suit short nails perfectly. They will give a beautiful look to your nails. You may also get pink nails 2022 with flower prints. To get a more luxurious effect, use glisters, draw ornaments and pictures.Ĭhoose pictures or ornaments that you are fond of and won’t get tired of them easily. The mixture of pink and white colors in case of lunar French will be a perfect match and will look gentle on your nails. Top it off with top coat, et voila a beautiful French-inspired DIY. Use a small sponge to pick up the paint and dab it onto your clean nails, picking up new paint for each nail. You may use different techniques of nail design, such as French, lunar French, ombre, gradient, metallic effects to get an original nail style. To create the look yourself, add a drop of pale pink polish next to slightly darker nail polish on a platemaking sure that the edges are touching. Lighter shades can also be used for summer if you want to look fresh.

#BRIGHT PINK HOT PINK NAILS FREE#

1.In case of lighter shades, like grey and white, you may get an autumn nail design. Buy Hot Pink Nail Polish in Gel Nail Polish and get the best deals at the lowest prices on eBay Great Savings & Free Delivery / Collection on many items. We’ve got 45+ of the best pink nail ideas for this year to give you artistic inspiration for your next nail polish idea. File them to a sharp point to remove any mention of “sweet” or “girly” from the pink vocabulary. They give a bolder but still subtle look.Long pointed nails with a pop of glitter or nail are a weekend or nightlife look. They’re less precious and more grown-up they scream you’ve got all your business together. Long, square nails help a neutral pink design pop. Fading from a peachy pink to a deep violet, this set of pink nail designs is. Keeping pink nail designs short lends them an innocent and polished look, especially if you keep the nails a soft square or gentle oval. Enhance your nail game, and dazzle the crowds with this wavy light grey and. Use a bold rainbow or gold glitter for a nightlife designer nails look.įinally, should you go short or long? Nail lengths can sweeten up or brazen up a pink nail design. Use hot pink glitter for an awesome, summertime pink glitter nails look. Features: Non-toxic Virtually Odorless Water-based formula Fun, vibrant colors Dries to a hard. Use silver glitter for a fun pop, but you can still take to work or your boyfriend’s parents’ brunch. Nothing pairs better with a sweet pink nail color than different kinds of glitter. Get pink gel nails for a long-lasting nail art design. It’ll look great with your jeans and t-shirt weekend look or that tailored suit for your presentation. Instead of warmed over oatmeal or whatever flesh color suits you, choose a soft semi-translucent pink to stand in for your neutral. Sometimes a neutral design means a boring flesh color nail polish. Find high-quality stock photos that you wont find anywhere else. It transitions well from a trendy neutral to fun and bold pink glitter nails. Search from Bright Pink Nail Polish stock photos, pictures and royalty-free images from iStock. Pink nail designs can be a game changer if you combine the right nail art elements for your manicure types. 45+ of the Best Pink Nail Designs You’ll Flip For

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Acrylics (Jake Kiszka Smut)

CONTENT WARNING: 18+, acrylic nails fetish? (I’m sure this is a thing and I didn’t make it up but I’m seeing little evidence on the Internet)

Taglist: @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @stardustschords @amourleger @ageofsewingmachine @theweightofstardust @samkiszkabreakmyback and possibly you, just lmk!

(A/N): Hey gang it’s been a couple days since I’ve written anything but I’m back and coming in hot with my first Jake smut. So this story was inspired by my recent impulse purchase of 144 press on nails from Amazon (fuck u tho bezos). So Jake’s dating the reader and she comes home one day with acrylic nails and both her and Jake are surprised by how much he likes them. Idk I feel like this is some shit Jake would be into I have no reasoning- purely based off vibes.

Anyway enjoy!

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Acrylics

Jake Kiszka, as you’d come to learn, was a man of many surprises.

One memorable example was the day you got home from a Sunday afternoon trip to the nail salon with your best friend and her bridal party. She was getting married in just a few days and everyone needed to get matching black French tip acrylic nails. The wedding itself was Halloween themed, which was just so fitting to your friend, and you really did like the way the extended dark tips looked on your hand. Typically, you weren’t one to get and maintain a manicure like this, but it was certainly a fun change.

You really didn’t even expect Jake to notice.

However, when you met up with him for dinner that night, you kept watching his eyes trail your hands. When you’d pick up your drink and hold the straw, when you’d touch your face or run your fingers through your hair, even just resting on the table. He was constantly darting his eyes at them like they were the most distracting thing ever.

“Did you get your nails done?” He finally asked with a breath.

You knit your brows a bit. The answer seemed obvious at this point. “Yeah, I went with Y/F/N and the rest of the bridesmaids today. What do you think?”

You held out your nails for him to see, now also adorned with the rose quartz ring Jake got you for your birthday on your right middle finger. You watched as Jake gulped, looking down at them.

“They look nice. I… I like them. Suits you.” He rambled, almost in a daze as you moved to tap them around playfully on the table.

You raised an eyebrow, making a mental note of the state your nails were putting him in. For later, of course, when you could test your theory.

He held your hand on the car ride back to his place. Not unusual at all. But what was different was the way Jake was fidgeting. Of course, he maintained a focused eye on the road to ensure both of your safety, but out of the corner of your eye you could see him occasionally glance down at your hand in his. Other times, his thumb would brush over yours, making sure to extend all the way to the top to glide over the smooth nail.

You two sat there in silence as realization washed over you. Does Jake actually have an acrylic nail fetish? While the answer was really already revealing itself to you before your eyes, you found yourself subconsciously rubbing your legs together at the thought of experimenting with your hypothesis tonight.

As soon as you got to Jake’s place, you left his side to put a record on as Jake went into the kitchen to pour some wine. Once you got a record going, you turned around from his elaborate vintage player and he was standing just behind you with two glasses of red wine and a smile. He leaned over to give you a quick peck and held out one of the glasses toward you. Deciding now was the time for action, you took the glass from his hands, making sure to brush the tips of your fingers against his.

Barely, just barely, you could hear his breath hitch over the music pouring out of the speaker behind you. Spreading your fingers around the swell of the glass, you bring it to your lips with a searing gaze on Jake. Yup, it’s the nails.

After taking a nice slow drink, you broke the silence. “So you like the nails, huh?” You asked, a playful smirk on your lips.

You reached over and rested your hand on his shirt, under the guise of fixing his collar but more particularly to prove your point when you watched his Adam’s Apple bob before speaking.

“Yeah I… You know, I’ve never really been with anyone who had them. I never really thought I’d be into them but…” He paused as his eyes rolled slightly back when you moved your hand up to lightly drag the nails up his neck to his cheek. “…For whatever reason they’re sexy as all hell on you. You’ve been killing me all night, you know.” He groaned.

You moved your fingers to Jake’s chin, pulling it back down from the little bit it had rolled back from the sensation, so his dark eyes were boring into you. “Oh, I know. You’re not very subtle.”

Jake let out a dark chuckle, setting down his wine glass as his arms found their place around your waist. “Oh yeah? Well, excuse me for being caught off guard.” With that, his lips had found their way home to yours.

You set your glass down too and bring your other hand up to the nape of his neck, applying slight pressure so he could feel the nails on him. He sighed into your mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer to him.

He pulls away for a moment, looking deep into your eyes as he places one of his hands over one of yours, guiding it down his exposed chest in the unbuttoned shirt he was wearing. Nail side down, of course. This boy has it bad.

His hand doesn’t stop guiding yours until you’ve reached the throbbing tent in his black skinny jeans. Your mouth opened slightly in surprise, and he cracked a grin against your face. “Can you feel how crazy you’ve been driving me tonight? You and your sexy ass nails?” He murmured.

Those damn dark pants. You hadn’t even noticed, you were too busy teasing him to test your theory when in reality all you had to do was fucking look at his lap.

You take a moment to palm him over his jeans, eyebrows raising as his fell in content. “All for me?” You mewled into his mouth.

He reached a hand behind your head and pulled you into another steaming kiss, the other hand working swiftly above yours to undo his belt and pants.

Once his pants were undone, you gently pressed him back so that he fell to a seated position on the couch behind him. You sank to your knees and crawled between his legs, clawing his pants down his legs. Jake let out a low hiss at the sensation, rock solid before you.

You lightly trailed your hands back up his legs before bringing them to a rest on both of his inner thighs, on either side of you. With an abrupt motion, you pushed his legs farther apart, digging your nails into the soft flesh. “Baby, please.” He whimpered.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “What do you want, Jake?”

“I need you to touch me. Please. I need to see those hands on my dick.”

You were happy to oblige, taking a moment to bring your hand to your mouth, licking a long wet stripe along your palm that made him bite his lip in anticipation. You gently placed your palm on his shaft, making a show of individually wrapping your fingers around him before slowly moving up and down.

Jake let out a low groan, eyes glued to your hand around him. “You like that, babe?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He let out a gasp as you leaned over to kiss his tip, hand still working him lazily. His hips bucked up slightly but you used your other hand to firmly push them back down, nails digging into him once more.

He pushes his hair out of his face to get a clearer look at you. “God, yes. I’ve been thinking about this all damn night, fuck.”

He laces his fingers through your hair as you take him in your mouth, hands moving to splay across his hip bones as you bobbed your head up and down letting him hit the back of your throat.

You pull your mouth back off of him with a pop and bring both your hands to his pulsating cock, now slick with your spit. He lets out a filthy noise as you slide your hands up and down his length, this time a little quicker and with more grip. You press a few feather-light kisses against the nail-shaped marks already forming on his inner thigh.

“Enough.” Jake managed out. You halted your movements and looked up at him inquisitively. He uses the hand in your hair to guide you back up to his lips. “You’re gonna make me come before I even get inside you if you keep that up.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as he pushed you over to lay flat on the couch. You watched through lidded eyes as he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove into you face-first. He pushed your panties to the side and licked a long, slow stripe up your entrance, eyes watching intently as you pulled the straps of your dress down, shimmying them off to reveal your chest.

He let out a soft moan against you as he watched you play with your tits, squeezing and tweaking them with his new favorite body part. You could see him gently grinding his hips into the couch, poor thing was so turned on watching you he couldn’t help it.

As his tongue worked against your clit, you let out a whimper and your hands travel down your stomach until they reach him. You let your nails rake over his sensitive scalp, sending low vibrations to your core from his mouth. You reached the back of his head and pulled him closer to you, mouth dropping open at the sensation. “Jake don’t stop.” You moaned.

Your nails dug into the back of his head as he inserted a finger into you, curling it to reach the spot he knew well. You arched your back in pleasure, feeling your release approaching.

“J-Jake… I’m gonna- oh shit!”

Your whole body reacted as he thrust another finger into you, sending you past your breaking point as you came all over his face. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips. You took them into your moaning mouth as you rode out your orgasm, tongue swirling around his fingers as his gave its final parting licks to your core.

He brought himself up to face you, removing his fingers from your mouth and using the remaining wetness to give his dick a few pumps as he hovered over you. “You look so pretty when you come.” He murmured softly, peppering kisses onto your face to distract you from him lining himself up to you.

“Makes me wanna see it again.” Your jaw fell slack once more as he pushed himself inside you, attacking your neck with his mouth. You immediately clenched around him, your system still buzzing from the orgasm he just gave you.

He let out a breathy moan. “You’re so tight for me, baby. Still a little sensitive?”

You took his face in your hands, bringing him up from your neck to press his forehead against yours. “Fuck me, Jake.” You demanded.

And he didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled himself almost all the way out of you and then slammed himself back in, physically sending your body back a few inches with the force, causing you to cry out. He did this again before settling on a backbreaking rhythm that was gonna have you coming again in minutes.

You wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer, nails dragging down his back as he fucked you senseless. He growled into your ear as your hands made their way back to his scalp. “Just like that baby. Feels so good”

You could feel him getting close. His eyes were fluttering shut and his thrusts were getting sloppier. Hands in his hair, you held his face right in front of yours, eyes burning into each other as you watched your faces contort with pleasure.

“I’m close, babe.” He warned breathily.

“Come inside me.” You whimpered, hands trailing once again down his back, coming to a rest on his ass.

He smirked down at you. “Oh yeah? Well then you’re coming too.”

He stalled his movements for a moment and leaned down, letting a truly sinful trail of spit fall from his mouth down to your clit. You let out a sigh at the sensation, a sigh that immediately turned into a whine when he started moving again, right hand now rubbing furious circles onto your clit.

“Jake, oh my God!” You let your nails dig into the soft flesh on his behind, urging him closer, deeper.

Within a few moments, you were coming undone on top of him once more, a moaning mess scratching anywhere you could reach on his body. Jake was quick to follow, moaning right back into your mouth as he shot his load inside you, filling you with his warmth.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes. Jake lowered himself onto you completely as the two of you laid there, sweating and gasping for air. The record you had put on still droning on in the corner. Your fingernails traced delicate patterns across his back and he hummed against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses wherever he could reach.

From that day forward, you made sure you always had your nails done when Jake was home from tour, or whenever you’d go to visit him. And as a result, the boys would always make teasing comments to him whenever he wore a shirt that revealed the marks you’d left on his back, his arms, even his chest.

Which, yes, ended up being almost every shirt he wore.

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