#shimmer body lotion

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Snow Glow Frosted Shimmer Body Lotion

Holiday 2001

Found on Poshmark, user gp

[glowupz]

Tyla’s glowing skin routine

Lotion

Sunscreen

Body oil

Skin food

Setting powder

Body shimmer/ glitter

Idk which body shimmer that she uses. I’m her vogue beauty secrets video she mixed a fenty setting powder with the bum bum cream to make a body shimmer. On the Kelly clarkson show she seemed to be wearing a lot of body glitter.

Water 👀

Her glowing skin routine seems to be full of ways to hydrate, protect, and nourish her skin.

Found products from her vogue videos.

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[seraphdreams]

i love smelling good enough to eat !!

[honeytonedhottie]

bombshell⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💗🧁

WHO IS THE BOMBSHELL? ;

the bombshell is the epitome of confidence and femininity and even danger. when i think of bombshells i think of the perfect blend of oxymorons. sultry, but sweet. playful but also poised. some of my favorite bombshells are tyra banks, adriana lima and gisele bündchen…💬🎀

THE BOMBSHELL SIGNATURE LOOK ;

the signature bombshell look is comprised of four signature components—that glowy tanned skin, the emphasis on the eyes, bombshell hair, and the attitude.

GLOWY TANNED SKIN ;

use a shimmering body lotion and sparkly body oils to make you glow and sparkle like a star! use highlighter in ur makeup routine on ur cheekbones and on ur collarbones to elevate ur makeup. some shimmery bodycare recommendations from me are ->

❤︎ any fragrance that also has glitter in it (i live for the glittery bare vanilla scent from victorias secret)

❤︎ the mac highlighter in the shade soft and gentle

❤︎ victorias secret indulge glittery body oil (GURL, quite literally one of the best oils i've ever put on)

EMPHASIS ON THE EYES ;

use warm neutrals and shimmering eyeshadows to define ur eyes. for example a champagne shade on the lids paired with a soft brown in the crease is perfection. subtle winged eyeliner with fluffy lashes is the way to go. to achieve the fluffy lashes use a volumizing mascara or use falsies.

BOMBSHELL HAIR ;

bombshell hair is big and bouncy and voluminous! and utterly glamorous. when styling ur hair emphasize volume in ur hair by applying hairspray upside down (a trick i learnt) or using a root-lifting spray. curl ur hair in big sections and shake out your curls and run your fingers through them for that “effortless” finish.

BOMBSHELL ENERGY AND ATTITUDE ;

the bombshell energy incorporates playfulness, femininity, confidence. its about owning yourself entirely and exuding that confidence thats fierce. know that YOU ARE THE MOMENT and it'll show in everything that u do. be fun, be flirty, be intense and dont wait on anyone to tell u to shine cuz the only validation that matters is ur own.

[monster-disaster]

[tentacle] The monster under the shower

tentacle!monster x human!Reader Good to know: slightly dub-con

Summary: The resort is full of surprises.

White puffs of steam follow your way out of the cabin until you close the wooden door with a soft click. Your grip on the white towel around your body tightens as you look around. The pool is calm but busy, not far from where you are standing. Humans and monsters enjoy the pleasant water of the pools while others lay on their towels or chairs, sunbathing. The sun is bright and warm at the top of the clear blue sky, and despite the hot temperature, you feel almost cold after spending a few minutes in the sauna. A thin layer of sweat shines on your heated skin.

Soon, you tear your gaze away from the others to make your way to the small stalls of showers at the back. As you step into one of them, you let the thin curtain separate you from the outside world. The towel gets loose around your body, and you hang it over the white-tiled wall.

Pouring some soap into your hands, you start lathering yourself up, covering your body in small bubbles. You rub the citrus-smelling lotion over your skin, rubbing your muscles and washing away the sweat and sand. Your hair sticks to your back in wet strands. Drops of water run down your face, cooling you down after being under the sun and in the sauna most of the day.

You keep your eyes closed as you slowly relax with a hum in your throat. Your fingers brush through your hair, drawing small circles on your skin to massage your scalp. Small goosebumps run over your body at the feeling.

The quiet melody coming from your closed lips soon gets interrupted by the sudden noise at your feet. A frown tugs your brows together as you look down. You feel the still running water washing away the shampoo from the top of your head. The foam follows the line of your spine. The sound comes from the drain. It gets louder and louder until the metallic noise stops, and you meet silence. "Okay," you hum, unsure. You will inform someone about the noise later.

Just as you look down again, something black emerges from the drain. Your heart jumps up to your throat, and you are ready to grab your towel and leave as fast as you can when the thing shoots out and curls around your ankles. The thick tentacle slams against your skin, keeping you in place. The sudden force is almost enough to make you lose your balance. "Fuck!" You cry out, trying to shake off the thing, but it only tightens around you. "Hey!" You gasp out again, bracing yourself against the wall when your legs part without your consent. It creeps up on your legs, not letting you move even for an inch. The thing is soft and slimy on your wet skin. As it moves, it feels like a gentle caress. "It's enough!" You break the silence again. "Let me go!" To be honest, you are more annoyed than afraid. You know the reputation of the resort. Things can happen here. That's why people come here in the first place.

Despite your attempts to get free from the monster, you feel yourself getting wetter with every centimeter as the tentacles slip closer and closer to your center. You can feel the tips grazing your folds. One of them rubs your clit while the other teases your center. Gasping, you tug on your leg again, but this time, you try to find a more comfortable position. Annoyance still bubbles in your chest, but the desire in your lower stomach is stronger. You feel the familiar cramp of need jerking your muscles with anticipation. Every flick on your clit radiates through your nerve, running up your spine and twisting your world. The tentacle on your other leg is at your entrance, teasing but never pushing into you. "What are you waiting for?" You grunt, groaning. Impatience shimmers in your voice which soon turns into a startled scream. The thing does as you want. It pushes inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs, and the rings of the curtain pop under the tug as you try to stay on your feet. The fabric barely hides you anymore, but this is the last thing you worry about. The tentacles wrap tighter around your legs, leaving red marks on your skin. Meanwhile, your pussy is still fucked and filled. Loud grunts and moans escape your lips with every thrust. The forceful motions burn your walls and push you higher and higher. Stars dance behind your eyelids whenever you blink. Your cunt throbs with pleasure. It sears through your veins. Your orgasm is fast and ravishing. The tentacles fucking your pussy and teasing your clit are the only things that keep you from falling. Your walls flutter and pulse as you make a mess on the already slimy limb.

When you win back your senses, the tentacles are already gone, and the water is still running, drumming on your sensitive skin. Your legs shake, and you need a few minutes to wash yourself down again and wrap the towel around your body. Your heart still throbs in your throat, and for a second, you aren't even sure if you only imagined the whole thing or it really happened.

When you pull the curtain out of the way, the young woman who greeted you at the reception when you arrived a few days ago is a few meters away from you with fresh towels in her arms and a knowing smirk on her face.

- Masterlist Mirage Resort Masterlist Patreon

[stardust-swan]

Everyday Ways I Honour Aphrodite

(NSFW warning)

🌹Roses, roses, roses. Rose soap, rose lip balm, rose hand cream, rose lotion, rose perfume, rose oil on my pillow before falling asleep, rose candles, rose incense, roses in my garden, rosewater toner, rose face mist, rose shower gel, dried roses in the bath... Just roses everywhere you can fit them.

🌹Reading romantic books and poetry, watching romance films

🌹 Reading books and poetry about Aphrodite

🌹Making myself feel beautiful with pretty jewellery and makeup. Even just a swipe of tinted lip balm boosts my confidence (I use French Girl Rose Noir). I try to wear at least a little bit of makeup or jewellery daily, even if it's just a pair of studs or a subtle lipstick

🌹 Even if I'm just staying at home all day I'll spray perfume and put on jewellery and do lipstick just to feel sensual while I'm lounging around playing Animal Crossing (currently wearing a comfy embroidered nightie, small gold hoops, a pretty bracelet and a little bit of YSL Orange Perfecto lipstick as I write this)

🌹 Embracing my sensuality. Swaying my hips, feeling the softness of my body, dancing freely, engaging in self-pleasure, taking nudes, trying to unlearn the shame associated with sexuality from my upbringing. I don't watch porn often as I find most of it unhealthy and misogynistic (I only like this one random Japanese couple's channel and some vintage and Korean softcore), but I enjoy toys (my favourite is the rose), erotic literature, erotic film, audio porn (usually in other languages because I find a lot of dirty talk just makes me cringe but I still get enjoyment out of hearing little moans and silky low voices so I get that and avoid secondhand embarrassment from bad dirty talk by listening to it in languages I don't understand), and erotic fine art.

🌹 I try to get really comfortable when I'm engaged in self love. Lipstick and perfume on, hair styled, lingerie or nightie that makes me feel sexy, a candle lit or rose, ylang ylang and jasmine oil in my diffuser, soft music playing. Then I'll position myself comfortably, and stroke my thighs, tease my nipples, squeeze my breasts, lick my juices off my fingers and use it like a lipstick, painting my lips and nipples or using it to lightly lubricate my clitoris. Running my hands all over my belly, thighs and breasts, experimenting with different types of pressure and stimulation. Just luxuriating in the sensual feelings I can bring to my beautiful female body.

🌹 Wearing jewellery with seashells, pearls, emerald, ruby, bronze, copper, gold, jade, garnet and iridescent beads

🌹 Enjoying apples, honey, figs, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, olives, lettuce, rosewater and chocolate. I like buying Guylian chocolates as they're seashell shaped, but any chocolate will do (my favourite chocolate bar to buy is white chocolate with strawberries). I also like foods that you can taste the rosewater in like rose macarons and Turkish delight.

🌹 Making foods with ingredients she likes, like honey cakes, Persian rose love spell cookies, rosewater nougat, Persian love cake, baklava, cornes de gazelle, mhencha, etc... I mostly stick to Mediterranean, North African, Arab and Persian recipes, as they commonly use ingredients like rosewater, honey, pomegranates, and figs.

🌹 Carrying rose quartz in my pocket and keeping rose quartz under my pillow

🌹 I use a rose quartz roller to massage oil into my face

🌹 I keep a mini Venus de Milo statue and a swan trinket box on my bedside table

🌹 Drinking a drink made up of honey, cinnamon, milk and hot water at night to relax

🌹 Wearing pretty lingerie under my clothes, even if it's a basic outfit

🌹 I often fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves

🌹 Gold highlighter swept on my cheeks and body shimmer on my collarbones, reflecting light like sun rays on the ocean

🌹 Doing little offerings, like spritzing her statue with perfume, or offering up a portion of food I'm eating that I think she'd like

🌹 Lighting incense in scents like myrrh, frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and jasmine

🌹 Drawing myself relaxing baths with fragrant oils and salts

🌹 Reading hymns, Sappho's poetry, and listening to Athanati Afroditi

🌹 Listening to music that's romantic or sensual (this is my playlist)

🌹 Carrying a hand mirror and admiring myself as I check my makeup

🌹 Adding honey to tea

🌹 Writing letters and poetry about love and beauty

🌹Admiring women I find beautiful without jealousy or resentment, just appreciation

🌹Using these emojis: 🌹🦢🌊🪞🍎❤️💘💗💕💋🕊️🫒💄

🌹 Wearing pink, red, aqua, and seafoam green

🌹 Being consistent in self care. No matter how low my spoons are, unless I'm so dog-tired I end up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm, I force myself to do my evening skincare routine - cleansing, toning, eye cream, moisturiser, oil. And I always feel better for it even if I was exhausted before. Much smaller but I'm also consistent in oiling the ends of my hair daily and spraying perfume before bed. And I keep up with getting my hair done and brows waxed every three months without fail.

🌹 Doing exercises that make me feel sensual. I'm really lazy tbh but I push myself because I know Aphrodite would want me to take care of my body. I pick exercises that make me feel good and desirable, like yoga flow, belly dance, and exercises that target my womanly attributes.

🌹 Giving compliments!

🌹 Doing a big self care day every Friday (the day associated with her). Hot oil hair treatment, foot soak and exfoliation, removing old nail polish and buffing and filing nails, face mask, teeth whitening....

🌹 Going to the pond in winter and admiring the swans

🌹 Going to an art gallery in my city just to look at the painting Venus and Cupid (Day) by Fragonard

🌹 Sleeping on silk sheets as they feel sensual (they're also good for your hair and skin)

🌹 Making my own diffusers and cosmetics from natural, aphrodisiac products. Homemade bath salt with rose petals and pink salt, homemade lip mask with olive oil and rose oil, and adding oil of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and cinnamon to a diffuser as I find these scents stimulating and sensual.

🌹 And of course, thanking Lady Aphrodite every day.

[chrissdollie]

　𐔌　weekend cravings　₊˚ ♡

︵︵　notes: nsfw, smut, p in a v, biting, soft!dom matt, kinda spoiled!reader hehe ︵︵　word count: 576 ︵︵ 　short little drabble for u guyss!! haven't written for matt in a hot sec omg..

matt loves you like this. pretty face adorned with pimple patches, hair hidden in your cute pink bonnet, and the smell of the sugary lotion you just put on. he's feral, watching you swipe on pink lip oil while lightly singing along to a song buzzing from your phone. matt leans back into his pillow, mentally noting to fix that slightly wobbly leg on the vanity he'd put together for you a few months ago.

the brunette unintentionally licks his lips as you cap the top of your lip oil back on, the glossy shimmer on your soft lips catching his eye. you look over to where he's laying on your bed, innocently fluttering your pretty lashes. gosh, you have no idea what you're doing to him, do you? he smiles, throwing a little playful wave your way. you grin, waving back sweetly. matt swallows hard. you're going to be the death of him.

ten minutes later, his tongue is delved in your hole, licking and slurping all that he can. you've taken his spot on the bed, clutching your fluffy pink duvet so hard your knuckles turn white. your lip oil is smeared from your boyfriend's rough kisses, tank top strap falling down your shoulder. as much as matt loves your clean appearance, he loves ruining you even more.

"fuck, need you, now." matt pulls away from your cunt, kissing your clit before climbing next to you, pulling out his rock-hard cock. you whine, shuffling down so he can align to your stretched-out hole. your legs automatically wrap around his waist as his lengthy dick slides into you. you whimper, relaxing your head against your large pillow, "be gentle, kay?"

his breath hitches, pushing further and further in your tight walls. "y-yeah, 'course baby," he kisses your cheek sweetly. he's kind for the first few minutes, giving you gentle yet still pleasuring thrusts.

until he's really had enough. his hands grip your hips tightly, thumbs digging into your flesh as he slams you onto him roughly. you moan loudly, arching your back when he starts pounding at a quick pace. he groans, watching your bonnet slides back from the hasty movements. your mouth hangs open dumbly with your tongue slightly lolling out. matthew groans at the sight, tilting his head back in ecstasy.

"fuckk.." he grunts as you lazily push your hips to match his speed. you lustfully gaze at him as he brushes his hair back and throws you a wink. "y'okay?" he grins teasingly. you nod, little babbles and whines falling out of your mouth. your hand clutches onto a blanket as the other slides down your body to your needy clit. you start rubbing gentle circles when matt lets out a hum, slapping your hand away to do it himself. two of his lengthy fingers press against you hard, him giggling at your whiny cry before stroking your clit in a fast motion.

his jaw drops whorishly when you clench around him, your back arching into his touch with loud moans. "l-love ya like this," he sputters, gripping onto your hip tightly. he bends down, littering kisses across your chest. you squeal when he bites your nipple, smoothing his tongue over it quickly. "my perfect girl.." he sighs, lifting his head to give you a loving kiss. his tongue forces his way past your lips, slurping and sucking on yours roughly. safe to say that this is your favorite part of weekends.

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[s0fthunny]

i really love the glamour and allure and softness of 2000s victoria’s secret!! from the the cutesy clothes and panties, the yummy perfumes and body lotions and sweet lip gloss, to the sultry store designs, the fashion show with bubbly models with big bombshell hair, spray tans and body shimmer, glitter on the stage and expensive set ups!!

[mossangelll]

Im absolutely enchanted with your yandere jinx....This brings the question tho....how would Yandere Jinx handle her darling being on her period? (I mynself am on my period and I kid you not- I feel worse than when eating taco bell)

yandere!jinx x reader on their period

honestly not as much of an overt yandere as usual - if you squint, it’s pretty much a normal jinx hc!

hcs like this which are more ‘slice of life’ are super fun and i would be interested in doing them for more characters (e.g. what they’re like when you’re sick) if anyone’s interested!

tysm for requesting

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cw: periods, mentions of blood, mentions of kidnapping, sexual mentions but not in too much detail, slight noncon, reader isn’t referred to by any gendered pronouns but female anatomy is mentioned

yandere!jinx who can’t sleep without holding onto you during the night

yandere!jinx who reaches over for your body just to feel the cool bedsheet under her

yandere!jinx who notices the bathroom light is on and without hesitation believes that your escape attempts have finally resulted in a success

yandere!jinx who crashes into the bathroom to find…you, crying on the toilet with your head in your hands

“toots, i hope you aren’t thinking of making any stupid decisions.” her voice is still grumbly from sleep but it doesn’t manage to hide the underlying annoyance simmering beneath

you look up at her with pained eyes and that’s when she notices your underwear, pooled at your ankles and stained with blood

her eyebrows shoot to the top of her head and her demeanour softens like she was never mad in the first place

“oh! i didn’t know it was that time of the month.”

she sees how you wilt away in shame, arms crossed over your midsection, at such a normal bodily function and rushes over to cuddle you, toilet be damned

yandere!jinx can be a lot of things - overbearing, compulsive and downright abusive, but she knows that what you need right now is someone to comfort you

yandere!jinx who understands what you’re going through painfully well

yandere!jinx who still acts awkward around you for the first few periods you have when you’re in her captivity - the cons of relying on her sole father figure growing up

yandere!jinx who doesn’t trust you to go outside without trying to cry for help so she ends up getting essentials for you

yandere!jinx who doesn’t need to ask what kind of products you usually buy; she already snooped around your house before she took you and knows whether you prefer pads, tampons or cups, the kind of snacks you crave, whether you’re the angry or teary type - she knows everything

yandere!jinx who gets you a ridiculous pile of desserts she stole from some fancy piltie bakery just to make sure your cravings are satiated

yandere!jinx who washes any bloody sheets, clothes or underwear for you with her own two hands - not only is she gratified at how flustered you get, she wants to feel closer to you in any way possible and getting to do such intimate chores is honestly euphoric for her, it emphasises how you belong to her and her alone

yandere!jinx who doesn’t let you use a hot water bottle; she wants you to come to her for comfort, wants to be the one to hold her hands over your stomach and ease the cramps

yandere!jinx who gives you tiny drops of shimmer, not enough to get seriously high but enough to take the pain away

yandere!jinx who loves how your pink eyes match hers after she’s dosed you

yandere!jinx who loves to see you cry at something that’s not her because it means you won’t reject her attempts to make you feel better

yandere!jinx who hopes and prays that your cycles sync up so that you two become even more attached

yandere!jinx who massages your lower back when you complain about it aching, maybe even using special shimmer-imbued lotion she got from singed to aid her efforts

yandere!jinx who would love if their darling gets tender breasts around their period since she can cop a feel while using “pain relief” as her get out of jail free card

yandere!jinx who doesn’t care about any of the symptoms that you think are “gross” or “disgusting” - everything about you is perfect and she can’t find it in her to hate any of it

yandere!jinx who isn’t turned off by the sight of a little blood and tries to convince you to let her pleasure you, even if you are shaken up by the idea - after all, she heard that orgasms help alleviate cramps!

yandere!jinx who tells you all about her embarrassing period stories from when she was younger to make you feel better if you bleed through your clothing in front of her

yandere!jinx who becomes your personal jester if you’re bedridden; she tells you jokes and does a myriad of insane tricks that you can’t even fathom how she pulls off - it definitely gets your mind off of how terrible you feel

yandere!jinx who supports you every month and hopes that when you become accustomed to your new life, you’ll eventually do the same for her <3

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[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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𝐼’𝑀 𝒮𝐸𝒳𝒴 𝒮𝒪 𝐻𝐸 𝒩𝐸𝑅𝒱𝒪𝒰𝒮, takuma ino

black!fem!reader makes ino nervous from being so sexy. weed consumption. ino is wasian. reupload, wc 2.6k

“why you always wearing a beanie?”

ino looked at her with his eyebrows raised, two hands holding a wood horizontally as he moistened the brown leaf. then when what she asked registered, he pulled the leaf from his lips, shaping the soon-to-be blunt.

“oh,” he muttered. then he returned his eyes to his rolling tray and began assorting the crumbled plant into his wet leaf canoe.

“it’s actually not a beanie,” he corrected as he used an old gift card to scoop the weed up. “it’s a mask.” he dumped the contents into the blunt.

she playfully rolled her eyes. “well, why you always wearing a mask?”

ino smirked as he pearled.

she couldn’t lie, seeing a nigga perfectly roll was attractive, even though she didn’t really smoke like that — definitely not blunts. she cool with her joints. so maybe that’s where her fascination came from. he did it so smoothly, no clumsiness. she liked that. she liked the way he rolled. sure, she knew she and ino were friends; that didn’t mean she couldn’t look.

so she looked a lot, actually. when he rolled, when he played video games, when he skated. the way he held onto the steering wheel with one hand. the way he sat with his legs a bit spread. the way he always hid his figure behind large, baggy black clothes. but she always was so unassuming about it. he never noticed her doing so. granted, he was a bit oblivious in general.

he located a lighter, smirk still on his lips, and flicked it. “gotta be ready,” he teased, dragging the small flame along the body of the blunt.

her thin y2k-inspired eyebrows furrowed. “ready for what?”

ino inspected the dryness. in his opinion, it could dry a little longer. so he brought the lighter back up and flicked the light, proceeding in running it along the leaf.

“for when i stick people up,” he replied coolly. then he formed a gun with his hand, followed by childish little pew pew sounds.

it took everything in her to not facepalm.

“you so corny, ino. seriously,” she stressed with a little smile. “i wanna know. i don’t think i ever seen you with your bean— mask off.”

then she plopped beside him on his bed as he rolled. “i finished rolling your joint, by the way,” he added in.

her eyes sparkled, she ain’t even notice! considering she sucked at rolling, she gleefully plucked the rose joint from his rolling tray. he specifically bought the rose joints for her — he personally thought they smoked decent. but he was a blunt guy through and through.

“yeah, i don’t know. i’m so used to it being on, i feel kinda naked without it,” he answered with a shrug and a shy smile. he checked if the blunt was still moist by lightly sliding his fingers along its surface. and deciding it was dry enough, ino reached for the lighter beside him and immediately lit. when he was done, he passed the lighter to her.

she accepted it and hummed thoughtfully, bringing her rose joint up to her lips and lighting it. then she inhaled. she loved her way the petals tasted. exhale.

“would you take it off for me?” she leaned back on his bed, using her right forearm to prop her weight on. then she swung her legs off the edge of the mattress. she smiled sweetly, trying to sway him with her doll-like eyes.

ino intended to give her a side-eye, but seeing her in his peripheral leaning back like that, he couldn’t help himself. his eyes flickered down to her body. he knew his friend was a very desirable woman, but that cheetah print tube top and her low rise jeans were so… ahhh. and her waist was so… ahhh. she had a little ring through both the top and bottom of her bellybutton. it was like a sexy ass constellation. ahhh.

he was unsure what lotion or body oil she used, but it always left behind a sheer glittery shimmer on her skin which popped on her deep complexion and the fragrance was so sweet and warm. if he didn’t have home training, he would’ve been barking like a dog. but his mama taught him how to act around pretty women; when he got around one, he never acted like he hadn’t. don’t nothing put a baddie off like that.

so he tried to ignore it, but she wasn’t an idiot. she knew that he was ogling. she didn’t particularly mind though. he was respectfully quiet about it, so she allowed it. she didn’t blame him. after all, she was so fine. she liked the attention as well. and lastly, she liked the attention from him in particular.

she acted oblivious though, flipping her long braids over her shoulder. this movement caused him to realize he was staring — through a side eye — and his eyes raised to catch hers. she gave him a knowing smirk.

he redirected his attention to his rolling tray. “yeah. go ahead, take it off of me,” he muttered, feeling timid.

she couldn’t hide her giddy smile as she ashed her joint on the rolling tray and scooted closer to him. she raised her manicured hand up to gently pull the beanie-looking mask from his head. then she marveled at him as his hair fell in place. he felt his cheeks grow hot at the proximity and her admiration.

she set the beanie behind them both, not once breaking her eyes from his unveiled hair. “can i touch it?”

he relit the blunt and inhaled from it. “yeah.”

she ran her fingers through his dark brown hair. ino was wasian — half japanese, half white. even though his hair color probably came from his brunette white parent, his texture most definitely came from his japanese parent. it was so thick, so strong, so soft. he was already cute, but him with his hair down? he was fine. she saw the potential even if he didn’t.

“you look good,” she complimented softly, still styling his hair with her fingers. “you should wear it out more.”

ino’s breath hitched when he felt her fingers brush the nape of his neck. “t-thank you,” he replied, his shoulders raising from tension.

she sat close to him before, but in that tube top and her silage enveloping him… he felt a little more fidgety than usual.

her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes lowered to the side of his face. then she dropped her hands to her lap. “why you flinching?” she inquired. he didn’t respond, he just put his rolling tray on his nightstand and squirmed.

“i’m not flinching,” he weakly defended, but she could see a peach color dusting his cheeks. he was blushing. deeply. and she had no idea why. she just kept watching him tense up beside her, his eyes flickering from her exposed thighs, then back to his lap. like he was trying not to get caught.

it took her a few moments to decode his strange behavior, but then a realization dawned on her. she fought the urge to giggle once she connected the dots.

of course. she sexy so he nervous.

she smiled to herself. she loved when guys acted like aliens next to bad bitches. it was cute. he was cute. so she wanted to play a little bit — they flirted here and there in the past, but she never explicitly let ino know what was up with her. now was a good time, considering he was helping himself to admiring her.

she got a little closer. her shoulder brushed his. with a little smile, she spoke with a lower, breathier murmur. her eyes never left the side of his head, but he kept his eyes forward like a racehorse with blinders.

“am i making you nervous?” then she brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

ino’s heart skipped a beat. he was going to lie, but that’d be so embarrassingly obvious. so he just responded honestly as he twirled the blunt in his fingertips, needing stimulation. looking sheepish, he nodded. “y-yeah, a little bit.”

“why? it’s just me,” she feigned oblivion.

he hurriedly lit his blunt to take some of the nerves away. “yeah, b-but you’re so close…” he inhaled. exhale.

“what’s wrong with that?” her voice was so hard to listen to like this. she already had such an attractive accent. but when it was low like that and all whispery, it made the hairs on his neck stand up. “do you want me to back up?”

“no, you can stay,” he offered, cheeks still hot. “but like… not to be weird, but you’re just so pretty and you smell so good,” he admitted timidly. “you sound so good.”

she pushed herself closer to him. “why would it be weird?”

“‘cause we’re friends,” he retorted, somewhat innocently.

twirling one of his tendrils around her index finger, she shrugged. “you can think your friend is pretty. and smells good. and sounds good. there ain’t no rule against that.” she began caressing his head.

“yeah…” he agreed with another inhale from his blunt. “i just don’t know how to take it.” with his words, smoke fell from his pink lips. her eyes flickered down.

“take it however you want to.”

then she stood up and removed herself from him. the little dip in the bed filled out, and ino found himself wanting her close again. he watched her saunter over to his nightstand and pick the rose joint up. she turned around and plucked the lighter from his frozen hands. he didn’t realize he was so stunned by what happened that he just… stopped moving.

she lit the joint. “thank you,” then she slid the lighter back in his hand.

she returned to the same leaned-back position she was in before she began teasing him.

she was so pretty when she smoked. her brown-lined glossy lips wrapped around the end, and she sucked, which illuminated the other end of the joint. she removed the joint from her lips, held the smoke for a few seconds, then exhaled. smoke surrounded them.

she had an eased expression with her incoming high. “so how do you want to take it?”

his eyes widened and he stiffened. it was easy to mindlessly flirt in passing, but when it felt so direct and personal, he became subdued. he wanted to do some real nasty shit. but he didn’t want to say that, it would be too forward. instead, he preferred for her to take control.

“h-however you want to, i guess,” is what he stammered out.

she had a twinkle in her eye as she took another hit. “come on, baby. use your words.” she adjusted herself on the bed, now laying on her side and facing him. she was like a panther, having her prey right where she wanted him before she pounced.

to be honest, he wanted to kiss her. he really wanted to kiss her. he thought about it a few times, wondering what lips so glossy and thick would feel like against his. he imagined how his hands would settle above her hips as she straddled him. he saw her dance before — her waistline was insane. so he also pondered how fluid she would grind into him. she had such an effortlessly seductive aura, ino was a bit shocked she was even entertaining him. he was a bit dorky, he ain’t know what to do with allat! he wasn’t going to act like he did. but she asked so…

“well…” he began, setting the lighter down so he could rub the back of his neck. “i kinda want to kiss you.”

her eyebrow quirked up. “do you kinda want to, or do you just want to?”

he cleared his throat. “i want to kiss you.”

she looked at him with low-lidded eyes and picked the lighter up from where he left it. her dark chocolate eyes scanned him as she did a quick one over, taking in his body language and his expression. he was so awkward, bracing himself for rejection but still anticipating her approval. she smiled to this. she loved how her weed-dealing, gun-toting, stoner friend was tamed into a fidgeting, blushing mess.

“come here,” she commanded softly before she drew smoke from the rose joint. he obliged, scooting closer. since her lungs were full, she only indicated with a twitch of her finger than he come closer. he, again, obeyed.

she wrapped a hand behind his neck to bring him face-to-face with her. then her fingers moved from his neck to his jaw, and she gently squeezed. assuming she was telling him to open his mouth, he did as instructed. then she neared him, placing her lips right in front of his. his whole body was on fire as he could feel the ghost of her mouth against his. she was so close, but so far.

parting her lips, she slowly blew the rose-flavored smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened, but he didn’t waste a bit of it. he felt his lungs fill with her essence. he felt so slutted out, buttt… he couldn’t say he minded.

finally, she sealed the smoke in his lungs with a kiss. he froze at the initial contact, then melted into her softness. she returned her free hand to the nape of his neck as she pulled him closer, pressing her chest to his.

after a few moments, she pulled away as he dazedly pushed the smoke from his lungs. what a tease. a cherry-colored shimmer was left on his lips, matching his flushed cheeks. the kiss lasted no longer than five seconds, but he was ridiculously turned on. she knew because her own core throbbed. feeling a mixture of prideful and flustered, she set her joint down in the rolling tray.

“how was it?” she questioned. but from his deer-in-headlights look, she knew she had him.

kissing her was like staring into the sun. her lips were so soft, with a subtle fruity flavor. she didn’t add any tongue, but she didn’t need to — just the pressure of her lips against his had his hands frozen at his sides. ino had kissed people before, but with her, he forgot all motor functions. he almost forgot how to kiss, then he realized he wanted to impress her so he put that work in.

ino blinked a few times. “so good…” he muttered.

“mm,” she hummed, flipping her braids over her shoulder. a few moments of silence passed as they both processed what happened.

she enjoyed kissing him — at first, he was too stunned to kiss back. but once the initial shock wore off, he reciprocated her slow, deep movements. it felt like a french kiss without the tongue. so simple, but so intimate. she had to pull away because she felt herself getting wet. and yet, she regretted removing herself from him. he felt so good, she knew she wanted to kiss his little shy ass at least one more time. and this time? with a lot of tongue and spit.

biting her lip, she looked away from him and began tracing patterns into his bed. “…do you wanna do it again?” asking for herself.

still dazed, ino’s head bobbed slowly. “mhm.”

to this, her darkened eyes settled on him. she sat up, tucking her feet underneath her bum before leaning forward. feeling the bed shift under her weight, ino turned his head to watch her inquisitively. then their gazes met.

not once breaking eye contact, she pushed her braids back behind her head. she smiled a sweet smile. “then come and kiss me, boy.”

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he wins the fight

couldn't get boxer!Johnny out of my mind so here's a short ramble... cw: blood, aggression

Johnny is one man in the ring, and one man out of it. When he’s your lover, he’s playful, he’s clingy, and he’s possessive to the point of absurdity. Everything he does, he does to please you - you have him so well trained. 

But once he straps his heaving fists into those padded gloves, once he hops bare-footed over the ring ropes and joins his opponent in the arena - it’s as if he shifts from human into some blood-thirsty animal, ravaged by aggression and pure testosterone. You watch keenly from the sidelines - the first time Johnny had invited you to spectate - and you don’t recognise him. Guiltily, you find the violent stranger even more enrapturing. 

After the first round, a flurry of fists and a cacophony of grunts, he is already dripping with sweat. Tan skin turns wet and glossy under the harsh overhead lights, pulled tight over twitching muscles. His arms are so swollen, so strained that when he flexes his biceps they are as thick as your head. Veins bulge like ropes under his skin, you swear you can see his heartbeat from where you sit. 

His shorts hang low on his hips, black and red polyester shimmers like satin. You can see his heavy cock swinging around as he hops on his feet, bouncing his arms, ready for the next blow. His soft pectorals and padded abdominals turn to stone as he throws a rabid fist into his opponent, before he takes a cruel roundhouse to the jaw. 

He grunts and groans like a bear with each impact, given and taken, and it makes you suck your lip between your teeth. A spate of blood pours from his nose as a punch strikes, hot and red, it splatters over the grey mat in front of you in a rain of burgundy. It makes you nervous - it hurts you to see him injured so callously, and yet, it has utterly no effect on him. He wipes the blood from his cheek with his shoulder, smears it over his skin like lotion. It fills his teeth and stains his blue mouthguard, and he licks it from under his lip. Returns to the fight like the blow had been a mere kiss. 

You can tell, watching him, how much he is holding back. He’s all but throbbing with bestial fury, pent-up and ready to burst. He holds steady until the fourth round, letting his opponent land punch after punch, and the impacts collide with his body in dull thuds as though pulverising a hock of pork. He finishes the fight with an uppercut to his opponent’s head, under the eye socket - such a vicious punch that you almost hear his fist hurling through the air. The dull smack of its collision echoes across the audience, and his opponent lands flat on his back with a bounce, he stays floppy and still. 

And as the referee loudly declares a knockout, grabbing Johnny’s fist and raising it into the ceiling - the victor - his eyes fix on you. 

His glower is hungry and it burns right through you, it makes your heart flutter anxiously inside your ribs. Eyes lidded, he smiles like a shark when you cheer for him, blood in his teeth; even wider when your celebration falters at his intensity. 

When the referee lets him go, he charges in your direction like a bull. Rips off his gloves and dumps them into the corner of the ring, flexing the bruised fingers of his wrapped hands as he jumps over the ropes. Before you can blink he approaches where you sit, taking your pretty jaw in his rough hand and lifting you by it. 

You squeak as he yanks your mouth to his, uncaring of the audience, open and salty with sweat - his blood-soaked tongue strokes against yours and your mouth fills with the flavour of metal. He separates his lips from you with a foul slurp and holds his forehead to yours, leaves you panting like a puppy as he hooks his other arm into the arch of your back.

Up close you can see how battered he is; one eye swollen shut, his lids turned big purple pillows, wet lashes peeking from between them. The bridge of his nose is fat and blue, and his lower lip has a deep split right through the soft pink meat. 

You suck in a short breath, preparing to ask if he is okay - but he steals a harsh grip of your ass with a frenzied hand, fingers burrowing deep into the soft flesh, and your concern turns to spit on your tongue. He holds your body tight against his, you feel his sweat seep through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. 

“Won it just f’you,” he grumbles through a grin, speech slurred and dumb. “Just for you.” 

Nodding, you smile weakly, flustered; “You did so good.” 

Grinning wider, his teeth turn sharp, and tugs you against him more tightly; you feel his cock twitch against your belly, weighty and insatiable, and it is as solid as iron. 

“Ye’re my prize, hen,” he growls, low and savage like the snarl of a wolf. His cruel tone is so unfamiliar, so animal - you feel your cunt fluttering on primal instinct.

His bloody lips move to your cheek, leave a raw red print, and he gnars into your flustered skin;  “An' I’m gonna fuck you till you cry.” 

[corruptedcaps]

Glow Up

Bree adjusted her glasses, squinting against the bright sunlight that streamed down on the bustling beach. She sighed, feeling the weight of her oversized sun hat as she trudged through the sand. Her step-sister, Gina, strutted ahead, laughing with her gaggle of friends. Bree couldn’t help but notice the way people seemed to part for Gina, her golden hair catching the light, her tan skin glowing. Everything about Gina screamed confidence and popularity, traits that Bree lacked and, if she was honest, secretly envied.

“Just stay out of our way, Bree.” Gina had hissed earlier, rolling her eyes as their mother insisted Bree join the outing. Now, as Gina and her friends spread their towels and settled into a sunbathing session, Bree found a spot far enough away to avoid their cruel comments.

She unfurled her large parasol, casting a welcome shadow over her pale skin. Settling into her spot, she pulled out a well-worn book, hoping to lose herself in its pages. But her eyes kept drifting to Gina and her friends. Their laughter, their ease, it was a stark contrast to Bree's lonely corner. A pang of jealousy hit her, sharp and unexpected.

Sometime later, Gina sauntered over, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Hey want to ditch this place and join us?" She said, her voice overly sweet.

Bree's heart skipped a beat. She looked up, surprised. "Um, sure." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gina's smile turned wicked. "Not you loser, I was talking to your umbrella." She said yanking the umbrella out of the sand and walked away with it back to her friends who were watching with glee.

Bree's cheeks burned, and she ducked her head back into her book, trying to ignore the tears pricking at her eyes. She glanced up just in time to see Gina whisper something to the group. They all turned to look at Bree and burst into laughter. Her embarrassment deepened, and she tried to focus on her book, but the words blurred on the page from the tears in her eyes.

The sun beat down on her, and she felt her skin begin to heat up. She cursed herself for not bringing sunscreen, her fair skin already starting to sizzle. She watched as Gina and her friends stood up and headed towards the ocean. Her eyes drifted over to their encampment, wondering if any of them had brought sunscreen.

Bree glanced back over at Gina and her friends splashing in the sea. She looked at her skin quickly turning red and bit her lip, making a snap decision. Rising, she tiptoed towards their area, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she reached Gina’s beach bag and rummaged through it.

Her fingers closed around a sleek bottle labeled “Bitchiglow.” She hesitated, then shrugged. “Sunscreen is sunscreen.” She muttered to herself. Squeezing a generous amount onto her hand, she started to rub it into her arms and legs.

The lotion tingled pleasantly, and Bree couldn't get enough. She applied more, the cool sensation spreading across her skin, soothing and delightful. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt anything like it.

She continued to slather it on, losing herself in the sensation. It felt so good that she kept applying more, even though her skin was already covered. She didn’t notice the subtle shimmer that began to coat her arms and legs.

Bree closed the bottle and slipped it back into Gina’s bag, her skin tingling all over. She hurried back to her spot, trying to act natural, but she couldn’t help but feel a little victorious. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

As the sun continued to bear down, Bree decided to put down her well worn book. She usually loved to read it but the rays felt warm and inviting, and for once, she wanted to soak them in. Never much of a sun tanner, she found herself unexpectedly enjoying the sensation.

She stretched out on her towel, closing her eyes, letting the sun's warmth envelop her. As she did, her body began to undergo a remarkable transformation. Slowly, her tits started to swell, becoming perfectly rounded, a shape she had only ever dreamed of having.

Her nails grew from short, plain, and bitten to long elegant painted talons. Bree's lips, thin and chapped, began to plump, turning a lush, inviting shade of pink. Her ass, usually small and flat, filled out into a firm, shapely curve that would turn heads.

Her hair, a mousy brown, lightened to a stunning golden blonde. It grew thicker and longer, cascading in waves around her shoulders. The transformation was mesmerizing, her hair glistening like spun gold in the sunlight.

Her fair skin, always prone to burning, started to tan evenly, taking on a beautiful, sun-kissed glow. It was a rich, golden bronze, that erased every blemish, scar and pimple she had giving her smooth, flawless skin. Bree had never looked so good, but she remained blissfully unaware of the dramatic changes taking place.

As her physical transformation completed her mental changes were only beginning. The shy, reserved girl who had walked onto the beach started to fade away, replaced by a growing sense of confidence.

Her thoughts, once kind and considerate, began to turn selfish and vain. Bree started to wonder why she had ever cared about the opinions of others, especially those who didn’t appreciate her. The jealousy she once felt towards Gina and her friends morphed into a sense of superiority. She deserved to be admired, adored, and envied.

Her values, which had been grounded in humility and empathy, twisted into something darker. Bree found herself relishing the idea of attention, of being the center of every social circle. The quiet girl who used to avoid conflict now reveled in the idea of confrontation, enjoying the thought of putting others in their place.

She felt powerful, untouchable. Her mind continued to warp, embracing these new, corrupted values. The desire to be kind and understanding evaporated, replaced by a hunger for dominance and admiration.

Bree sat up, feeling an unexpected surge of energy coursing through her limbs. She stretched out, marvelling at the newfound flexibility and grace in her movements. As she glanced down, her eyes widened in shock. Her skin was a flawless, sun-kissed bronze. Her nails, long and perfectly manicured, caught the light with a subtle shimmer. Her gaze unable to miss her now impressive boobs.

She eyes locked onto Gina and her friends still frolicking in the water and then over to their beach area and she quickly put two and two together. The Bitchiglow. It had to be responsible for this incredible change in her but also very likely in Gina and her friends. A small, frightened part of her wanted to reverse the transformation, to return to her old self. But her new arrogant superiority silenced that thought, dismissing it as weak and pathetic. She was done being that person.

Rising to her feet, she strutted over to Gina’s area, her every step exuding a newfound haughtiness causing her head to be held high and her chest to stick out in front of her. Without a second thought, Bree snatched the Bitchiglow from Gina’s bag, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

Bree sauntered back to her spot on the beach, feeling triumphant. She laid down with a smug smile, basking in her victory as she waited for the inevitable. Her eyes followed Gina and her friends as they finished their time in the water and strutted back to their area.

It didn't take long. Moments later, Bree heard a commotion and loud voices coming from Gina's group. She smirked to herself, satisfied. The inevitable confrontation was unfolding just as she had expected. Gina and her friends, looking increasingly frantic, trudged over to her, anger etched across their faces.

Gina reached Bree first, her eyes blazing. "Give me back the sunscreen!" She demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

Bree ignored her, adjusting her position slightly. "Get out of my light, you'll ruin my tan." She said coolly, her voice dripping with disdain.

Gina's face reddened with anger. "You better give it back, or else—"

Bree laughed, a harsh, mocking sound as she stood, her full height and new figure radiating confidence as she towered over the others. "Or what? The water has started to wipe the Bitchiglow off you, all of you. You're turning back into the losers you used to be." She said as she watched with satisfaction as Gina and her friends began to transform back to their ordinary selves.

Gina's friends gasped, looking at their fading tans and less-than-perfect features. The truth of Bree's words sank in, and her confidence evaporated. Bree's smile widened as she watched them. She had all the power now, and it felt intoxicating.

Gina's face twisted with rage. “Come on girls. We outnumber her. Lets take it from her.” She threatened, but there was a tremor in her voice.

Bree giggled, a sound both sweet and menacing. “Try me, bitch. Without the Bitchiglow, I could take you all without breaking a sweat.”

Gina’s bravado faltered, fear creeping into her eyes. She and the rest of her girls knew Bree was right. They felt ten times weaker now that they lost their shine. Bree reveled in the shift of power dynamics. She turned her gaze to the other girls, who looked both scared and hopeful.

“Now of course you girls can join me and become beautiful again or you can stay with this loser and be outcasts. You're choice.” Bree said, holding up the Bitchiglow bottle proudly.

The girls exchanged uncertain glances, the siren song of the Bitchiglow battling with their loyalty to Gina. Finally, one of them stepped forward, her hand outstretched.

“Tiffany, don’t!” Gina yelled, desperation creeping into her voice. But the girl ignored her, eyes fixed on the Bitchiglow.

Bree smiled, squeezing a generous amount of lotion onto Tiffany’s hand. Tiffany rubbed it into her skin eagerly, her transformation almost instantaneous. Her tan deepened, her hair regained its lustrous shine, and her tits grew big and bouncy. She smirked evilly, the confidence of being a bitchy babe once more radiating from her. She moved to stand alongside Bree, her new leader, casting a disdainful glance at Gina.

“Anyone else?” Bree asked, holding up the bottle.

The remaining girls, driven by the desire to regain their beauty, quickly lined up with their hands outstretched. In their haste, they pushed Gina to the ground. She landed with a thud, looking up in disbelief as her friends abandoned her.

Bree squeezed the Bitchiglow into their waiting hands, watching with satisfaction as each girl transformed back into her beautiful, confident self. They all stood beside Bree, their expressions mirroring her superior smirk.

Gina looked up at the group, her face a mix of anger and fear. Bree looked down at her with a triumphant smile. “Looks like you’re the one outnumbered now, Gina.” she said coldly.

The newly transformed girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves, their loyalty now firmly shifted to Bree. They followed their new alpha over to Gina's old spot and took up their positions as her sycophants. Gina’s reign was over, and Bree's was just beginning.

[honeytonedhottie]

"your glowing"⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this post will be added to the doll hand-book and we'll be talking about how to look HYDRATED, glowy and in general healthy bcuz the compliment "ur glowing" is one of my favorites to hear ✨

HYDRATION ;

you need to be hydrating properly. hydration not only is rly good for ur skin (keeps it plump and glowy) but its also good for ur overall body health in general (cleans out ur body). so drink lots and lots of water. plus walking around with a cute water bottle is actually such an adorable accessory and lowkey a look...

SLEEP + SKINCARE ;

sleep 8-10 hours a day and if ur feeling extra princessy sleep for 12 hours or take naps throughout the day bcuz beauty sleep is real!! and for skincare i rly rly recommend korean skincare. and ofc keep skincare SIMPLE and be consistent. plus when u dont sleep ur skin will look dull.

and a hot tip...from me to you, in the morning as soon as u wake up have a glass of lukewarm water and before bed drink a cup of spearmint/peppermint tea. also another good drink for skincare is chlorophyll. i drink a 16oz of chlorophyll a day or sometimes i'll just have a little chlorophyll shot and its good for ur skin.

MOISTURE ;

when u get out of the shower apply lotion onto slightly damp skin, not completely dry skin. also if u have, use a body oil before the body lotion. i like to use body butter (i use the coco-shea butter and it makes me glow like no OTHER) additionally we wanna protect our skin from the sun so make sure to use sunscreen on ur face and body every single day.

RADIATE ;

your most glowy and radiant when u have a smile on ur face. nothing radiates like a genuine smile. when ur energy is radiant, then you'll radiate so make sure to do things that make you happy. prioritize ur healing and ur self and you'll GLOWW.

SHIMMER ;

you can create a shimmer effect on urself by using body glitter on key points like ur collarbones. use highlighter on ur nose too &lt;3 we shimmer not only with glitter but also jewelry. invest in cute accessorizes like bracelets, nail gems, rings etc.

SHINE ;

lets talk about ur inner health cuz that plays a huge role in looking glowy and like a goddess. take ur vitamins/supplements. i recommend collagen for hair skin and nails and other vitamins like vitamin C and E. take ur wellness shots and dont eat garbage.

[littlebabyyd0ll]

thinking about being felix’s incompetent little girlfriend 😩 tw: bruises and mentions of throwing up. r has long hair.

“‘ve got another bruise.” you mumble heedlessly, barely even thinking about the words that come out of your mouth as you apply lotion (which is probably enough to cover a months rent in a two-bed flat) to your calves. felix, hunched over his textbook with a blue ballpoint pen between his lips, turns swiftly towards you, following the sound of your sweet, airy voice.

he sighs at the pretty image of you, body covered by one of his old t-shirts, practically eating you whole, hair falling over your shoulders and delicately manicured fingers massaging into your supple skin. he’s sure that his eyes go soft, practically heart-shaped, watching you in your own little world. he can see the constellation of bruises that you’ve already accumulated, seemingly from nowhere. pulling the pen from between his lips, he chucks it down onto his desk and rises from his swivel chair.

it’s then that you look up at him, not a thought behind your pretty eyes. his heart flutters at the way your pupils double in size, the way your lips tilt upwards at the mere presence of him. he fills your space without hesitation, so big and full of life, so warm, so handsome. your smile widens as he sits down next to you, the depth of the shift of his mattress. bright brown eyes linger upon your legs, taking in the dark purple discolouration. felix hums, looking back at you.

“does it hurt?” he asks, reaching out towards you. his skin is warm and soft, hands of little manual labour but so much comfort and love.

you know this game, have played it a thousand times. a dramatic sigh falls from your glossed lips, pretty pout settling mere seconds afterwards. “terribly.”

“need to be more careful.” he says lowly, fingertips tracing the anklet with his initials on, a present you received during your 18th birthday in paris. the gold shimmers as he moves, raising your leg with a light yet dominant touch. felix leans down, dark strands of hair falling over his eyebrow piercing, and his lips kiss a trail upwards. he kisses you in a manner so achingly sweet, a way so felix, until he reaches the afflicted area. the kiss that he leaves there is bigger. “my little airhead, hm?”

or when you’re all drunk and sloppy :( he’s just watching you so carefully, so effortlessly your knight in shining armour. felix doesn’t stop you from downing your jägers, doesn’t stop you from sipping his stella, but his hand doesn’t leave your side the whole night, doesn’t let you out of his sight, even when you’re hunched over a group of bushes, chundering your guts up on the walk back to your accommodation.

those loving hands rub soothingly up and down your back, shushing your heaves. “that’s it. good girl, get it all out.” he doesn’t care for the violent smell, or the way that it splashes against his trainers. just cares about helping you, getting you tip-top again. his other hand gathers your hair, holding it up and away from your face.

“she’s so fucked.” arabella, one of your friends from back at your all-girls private school slurs on her words, bumping into felix’s side. he resists the urge to roll his eyes — as if she wasn’t the one shoving shots down your throat. “just give her some fucking water or something. i want to get back.”

“no one’s stopping you.” he says, motioning with his head, pointing to the way back to college towards farleigh, subliminally trying to tell him to take the others and leave the two of you to yourselves. you, of course, miss this interaction, too busy with your tear streaked cheeks and spit coated lips. your little hand reaches back blindly for him, grasping onto his green polo. his hand resumes its gentle strokes.

farleigh groans behind the butt of his cigarette, dragging your friend away and motioning for the rest of your posse to come along.

“felix.” you sob pathetically, feeling far more than sorry for yourself. his poor baby, he thinks, doing so little to take care of yourself. your heaving stops for a moment and you fall to your knees. felix is quick to react, scooping you up from underneath your armpits and pulling you away from the pile of your own sick.

“i’m here, bambi. you’re alright.” he murmurs as you shove your head into his shoulder, undoubtedly staining his top. his hands still never once leave you, even as he gives you time to regulate your breathing and choked cries, pushes your hair back time and time again.

even then, nostrils stinging with the sour smell and shoulder dead from your limp limbs, he can’t help but smile. he smiles at the knowledge that only he gets you like this, all reliant and incompetent, so desperate for him and his, in your eyes, omnipotence.

“‘m never drinking again.”

“that’s not true.”

you whine, pushing your face further into his neck. “it’s not true.”

yeah, he thinks, he’s pretty lucky with his sweet, incompetent girl.