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Shoes: A Guide to Choosing the Right Shoes for You

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When I started CrossFit in 2015, it only took about a week for me to develop an unhealthy obsession with shopping for the best CrossFit shoes. Even though the NOBULL brand launched that same year, I didn’t buy my first pair of trainers until 2019. Since putting them through hundreds of workouts, I can deliver this NOBULL shoes review.

Based on comments I used to hear at the box where I started my CrossFit journey and from the feedback I’ve collected from other Breaking Muscle staff members, one thing is clear: NOBULL trainers can be pretty controversial. Below, I’ll explore why this is and discuss the shoes’ benefits, drawbacks, key features, and who they’re best suited for.

Key Takeaways

The NOBULL trainers retail for around $129 to $149, depending on which colorway you choose.

The SuperFabric technology used for the upper is durable, but breathability may be an issue ��� something to consider if you live and train in a hot climate.

NOBULL trainers fit true to size, though the toe box runs narrow.

NOBULL Trainers

3.8

Heel-to-toe drop: Four millimeters

Weight: 11 ounces (Men’s 9 / Women’s 10.5)

Material: SuperFabric®

Width: Wide

NOBULL Shoes Pros

NOBULL shoes come in lots of colors and prints. If you want to stand out in the gym or like wearing color-coordinated gym attire, you should be able to find a colorway that suits your style.

They are durable. I still have the first pair of NOBULL trainers I bought in 2019, and they don’t look much different now than when I first took them out of the box.

The lug-patterned outsole provides much traction whether you’re training indoors or outdoors.

NOBULL Shoe Cons

The trainers aren’t good for running or jumping due to the lack of cushioning, poor arch support, and minimal forefoot flexibility.

While their price point of around $129 to $149 is on par with other CrossFit shoes, other brands regularly offer sales and discounts. NOBULL shoes are rarely on sale, which can be a drawback for budget-conscious CrossFitters.

The SuperFabric® material used for the upper can be stiff, and the trainers may take a few weeks to break in.

NOBULL Shoes Rating

At Breaking Muscle, we’ve tested dozens of training shoes, including the latest CrossFit-specific shoes, like the Nike Metcons and Reebok Nanos. I have also bought and trained in at least 20 different CrossFit shoes throughout the years. Here’s how the NOBULL trainers scored after we put them through our proprietary factor methodology system.

Factor Rating (out of 5)

Appearance 4.5

Materials 3.5

Outsole 4.3

Midsole 3

Heel-to-toe drop 4.2

Versatility 3

Price 4

Durability 4

NOBULL Shoes Overview

NOBULL shoes are a somewhat minimalist, back-to-basics type of training shoe. They’re designed to withstand rope climbs, burpees, handstand push-ups, powerlifting, Olympic weightlifting, and anything else your workout of the day (WOD) has in store.

However, they can be pretty polarizing. Some CrossFitters claim NOBULL trainers are the most comfortable shoes they’ve ever worn. Others claim the shoes lack design ingenuity and don’t perform as well as other well-known shoes, like the Nike Metcons.

While NOBULL has released new shoe models over the years — for instance, the Rec Trainers and the NOBULL runners — the original trainers haven’t changed much. The NOBULL Trainer+ came out in 2022 with some improvements over the original trainer, which I’ll discuss later in the comparison section. But in general, NOBULL hasn’t strayed too far from the design of their original trainers.

Who Are NOBULL Shoes Good For?

The overall stability of the shoe and the rigidity of the flat sole can make NOBULL trainers suitable for athletes who focus primarily on strength training.

In our experience, NOBULL trainers don’t have a super wide toe box, so they are ideal for athletes with narrow feet.

Who Are NOBULL Shoes Not Good For?

Because of the hard bottom, lack of arch support, and minimal cushioning, the NOBULL trainers may not be suitable for anyone who wants a comfortable sneaker they can wear all day.

Athletes who prefer to wear heeled weightlifting shoes for squats will likely not enjoy the four-millimeter heel-to-toe drop on the NOBULL trainers. (Note, however, that NOBULL sells weightlifting shoes with 17.5- and 18.5-millimeter heel-to-toe drops.)

NOBULL Shoes In-Depth Review

Appearance

The design of the NOBULL trainers is one thing that makes them so controversial. Some people love the minimalist aesthetic, while others consider it essential and uninspired. I’m part of the latter camp — I don’t necessarily think that NOBULL has accomplished anything groundbreaking or unique with its trainer.

However, NOBULL makes up for this by offering its shoes in unique colors and prints. For example, as of this writing, the women’s shoes are available in fun colorways, such as neon blue, bright pink camo, multiple floral patterns, and highlighter yellow. If you prefer more understated footwear, you can opt for solid colors, like black, gray, or navy.

I don’t like my gym shoes too flashy, but I don’t want them to be too dull. When I bought my first pair of NOBULL trainers, I chose a gray upper with a blue, pink, and purple patterned sole and matching laces. I like that this colorway has a small pop of color that keeps them from being too drab without being so bright that you can spot me from a mile away when I wear them.

The NOBULL trainers also have one of the largest selections of prints and colors I’ve seen in any gym sneaker, let alone a CrossFit shoe. You can get them in high tops like the Converse Chuck Taylors. They get a solid 4.5 out of 5 stars for aesthetics from this CrossFit shoe junkie.

RELATED: Is CrossFit Bad for You?

Materials

NOBULL shoes are made with SuperFabric® technology. NOBULL takes regular mesh fabric and applies tiny guard plates, resulting in a material that is highly resistant to abrasions. I’m not always gentle with how I treat my shoes, but my NOBULL trainers hardly have any scuff marks or imperfections.

However, the SuperFabric® material is not very breathable. I appreciate this in the winter when I’m training in my cold garage because it helps keep my feet warm. But I don’t particularly enjoy the lack of breathability in the summer because it makes my feet hot and sweaty. The suede tongue has holes for ventilation, but I don’t think they do much.

The material is also stiff. I still have to loosen the shoelaces nearly all the way to get the shoes on, and I’ve had the trainers for four years. Because of the material’s stiffness and minimal breathability, I give it 3.5 out of 5 stars.

Outsole

NOBULL trainers have a flat, stable carbon rubber outsole with a grippy lug pattern and a reinforced sidewall. The shoes don’t slide around easily when I’m lifting on the rubber gym flooring in my garage, and on the rare occasions that I have worn them for outdoor runs, I haven’t felt like I was going to slip.

The bottoms have less traction now than when I first got the shoes, but the outsoles haven’t worn down as quickly as many of my other cross-training shoes. I gave the outsole 4.3 out of 5 stars for this reason.

Midsole

The midsole features a lightweight foam material that doesn’t compress. This is a great feature when you’re lifting heavy weights, as you want your shoes to help you feel balanced and stable. However, it’s a drawback for sprints, jumping, and other high-impact activities because the midsole isn’t very shock-absorbing or responsive (meaning it doesn’t offer much energy transfer when your feet hit the ground). I only scored the midsole 3 out of 5 stars because, as discussed below, the shoe’s minimal midsole limits its versatility.

Heel-to-Toe Drop

NOBULL trainers have a four-millimeter heel-to-doe drop. The low heel-to-toe drop makes it ideal for heavy lifts because it keeps you more balanced and stable. The NOBULL trainers are my go-to shoes for days of only doing strength training.

However, I give them 4.2 stars for the heel-to-toe drop because I prefer a heeled lifting shoe for heavy squats. I’m 5’8 and have long legs, and a higher heel-to-toe drop makes it easier for me to squat below parallel.

They’re good shoes for lifters who prefer squatting in flatter shoes. They don’t work for me for most barbell squat variations.

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Tus&Lus Slippers

Inspired by the super cute design of Uggs, these soft and comfy slippers are now available for simmies too! They'll keep them warm and cozy. 🍂🥰

Unisex and available to all ages! 🍼

DOWNLOAD (Public 17/Oct/23)

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WHAT ARE THOSE

[unproduciblesmackdown]

asia kate dillon as lucifer in the mysteries, with this instance of rehearsing that's variously described with "crucifixion expressionist pilates," "crucicising," and "til we reach the highest ground"

[killrspringlock]

some of u mfs do NOT need to be wearing them clear ugg boots.

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Who: thefrenchmadrilene (Tiffany)

What: Ugg Tazz Ugg Braid "Heritage Braid Natural" slippers (311.00€) Where: Instagram - January 21, 2024

Worn with: Orta sweater, Etam pants, Chanel bag, Loewe sunglasses

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Pink uggs

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UGG Lace up boots | Furry winter boots

[donutthief10]

UGGS??? more like UGHSSS --haha i am so sorry for that horrible joke

everyone raves about the ugg slippers that are trending rn... but honestly theyre kinda ugly, and idk why anyone would actually want to wear slippers like those outside.

i have slippers from tommy bahama and they’re sooo amazing and cozy and i love wearing them around the house, and i think they look a lot classier than the uggs. the come up high from behind too so i don’t have to worry about the slippers sliding off!!

they are 100x better than the uggs, me thinks ;D

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Dipsea 3 2/2

Warning: Smut (18+)

Your hands trembled uncontrollably as you fumbled with the key, struggling to fit it into the lock. The adrenaline made every move feel clumsy, your mind still completely consumed by what had just happened. Roman Reigns—the Roman Reigns—his smooth, rich voice, and his sweet, calm presence kept replaying in your thoughts, like a movie stuck on repeat. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you at the coffee shop, how his gaze alone commanded your attention.

You barely remembered the drive home. Everything after leaving the shop was a blur. Did you stop at all the red lights? Did you take the familiar streets or end up on the freeway without even realizing? You couldn’t even recall if you had left your half-finished latte behind or if it was still sitting in the cupholder in your car. It was like you were on autopilot, your body moving on its own while your mind was lost in the haze of him.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, the comforting scent of pine cones and cinnamon wrapped around you like your favorite fuzzy blanket. The warmth inside was a huge difference from the chilly air you had just escaped. It was like the heat itself was welcoming you home, reminding you of how cold it had gotten outside since you left the coffee shop. The sun, which had been shining brightly earlier, was slowly dipping toward the horizon, leaving the sky pretty shades of pink, purple, and orange. The colors lightly shined into your apartment through the balcony making it feel even more homey.

The drastic temperature shift wasn’t surprising—just another typical Los Angeles evening. The day had been warm and sunny as if summer hadn’t quite let go, but by evening, those familiar cool breezes had started creeping in, growing colder by the hour. It was one of those nights where you could feel the cold seeping through the cracks of the windows, but inside, it was all nice and cozy.

You kicked off your Ugg slippers without a second thought, leaving them by the front door, too tired to care about putting them on the shoe rack. They could wait. Your keys landed with a soft jingle on the hook, and you slung your work tote over the back of the nearest dining chair, its usual resting place after a long day.

You let out a deep sigh of relief and finally allowed yourself to relax. After everything, it felt good to be home. The suds clung to your skin as you massaged them over your body, the warm water cascading down like it did every night. You couldn’t help but hum in pleasure, letting the steam and heat relax you. This was always your favorite part of the day—the moment when you could wash away everything and just be. The familiar routine followed: a hot shower, then lotioning up from head to toe, followed by a some good food. Afterward, you'd curl up, rubbing your ankles together as you lost yourself in a good fanfic or binged something on Netflix. It was your perfect form of decompression.

Once you'd exfoliated every inch of your skin and eaten, the couch practically pulled you in. Your body was clean, your belly full, and you could already feel the comforting habit of rubbing your ankles together kicking in. But not yet. First, you needed your fill of him. You grabbed your phone and settled in, sitting upright with your back pressed into the cushion, while your legs stretched out comfortably on the L-shaped section of the couch.

Your oversized t-shirt draped loosely over your body, but tonight, there were no panties sliding down to pool around your ankles like usual. You didn’t want any restrictions, nothing to keep you from fully enjoying the moment. Tonight was about pure comfort, no barriers, just you, him, and the peace of being in your own space.

You opened the familiar app, your fingers moving without a thought as you headed straight to "My Library." There, at the very top, was his glowing image, standing out above all the other audios you sometimes enjoyed but never as much as his. Those others didn’t stand a chance anymore—they’d been permanently pushed to the background, ever since he started sharing himself with this app. He was all you craved.

You’d promised yourself you’d hold off for a few days, saving his audios for those especially tough times when you needed a guaranteed release. But after actually meeting him today there was no way you could wait. He was still in your mind, and the idea of hearing him now, after he’d touched you, was too tempting to resist. Now you couldn’t stop imagining what those muscular hands would feel like around your waist, how they might slide down to slip between your legs. Those hands pressing against your body, while his fingers—so perfectly manicured—teased your clit, playing you so delicately. Your skin tingled just thinking about it.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, "I left my damn AirPods in the car." You sucked your teeth and let out a frustrated huff, annoyed with yourself. The experience just wouldn’t be the same. You refused to settle for listening to him through your phone speaker—what was the point if his voice wasn’t fully enveloping you from both sides? And just playing his audio from your phone while it sat awkwardly on your chest? That was downright criminal. You wouldn’t be able to fully hear him, and it would be like having to say “Huh?” during sex—an absolute mood killer.

You looked over to the TV, eyes landing on the sound bar sitting beneath it on the stand. The corners of your lips curled into a small smile. Sure, it wasn’t the same as having him whisper directly into your ear, but hearing his voice fill the entire living room? That had its own appeal. You could already imagine it—the smooth sound of his voice surrounding you, echoing off the walls, wrapping around your body. Yeah, this was going to have you on fire. Maybe you wouldn’t feel him in your ears, but he’d still be everywhere.

Thank God for screen mirroring. The TV lit up, instantly reflecting the same images from your phone, and you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy as you rummaged through the app. Your eyes stayed focused, fingers tapping and swiping as you scrolled through until you found it—the playlist of seductive narration that always hit the right spot. You felt a bit nervous as your gaze fell on the next audio. You tapped "read more," and the description had you practically holding your breath.

Can you handle the sounds of Joe in your ear when he describes himself touching you? Click here to find out.

Something deep inside told you that this man was about to drive you insane. You could already feel it coming and weren’t sure if you were ready for what he had in store.

With a steadying inhale, you hit play, sinking deeper into the couch, shifting your hips forward to get more comfortable. The initial sound of his breathing filled the room through the sound bar, growing louder, surrounding you, drawing you in as he began setting the scene.

"It feels good having you here with me, ya know..." Damn, he sounded just like he did we he had completely grabbed your attention at the coffee shop earlier. It was just so alluring. "Your body right here against mine, your bare back to my bare chest, somehow fitting perfectly."

Your tongue slid across your bottom lip, your body reacting instinctively to his words. You placed your hands on your stomach, twiddling your fingers, trying to focus. You had a pretty good idea where this was going, but you weren’t about to jump the gun. If Joe wanted to see how well you listened, you were going to listen. From the last two audios, you’d learned that he liked to be in control, liked to take his time, and you were determined to follow his lead. No touching yourself yet—that much you knew.

At least, you hoped you were right.

"Your hips sit perfectly between my legs, ass pressed against me in the most tempting way. Fuck, if I didn’t have these sweats on, I’d be filling you up right now..."

Your lips pressed tightly together, trying to hold back a whimper that threatened to escape. It was silly, really—you were alone, in the comfort of your own home, with no one around to hear you. But something about the way he spoke, made you feel like he could sense you. Like he'd somehow know if you made a sound, and worse, punish you for it, scolding you for interrupting with your needy noises. So instead, your thighs pressed together, trying to stifle the growing arousal the same way you did that suppressed whimper.

"My hands begin to massage your shoulders, doing their best to melt away any knots that got my baby girl stressed. I want you to relax, my love."

You closed your eyes, easily imagining his hands working your shoulders from behind, slowly easing away the tension as you sat nestled between his legs in his favorite recliner. In your mind, you could feel the firm grip of his fingers, kneading at your muscles, just as he described. Your body, propped up much like it was now, except this time, he was there behind you, doing all the work.

"Both of my hands slowly make their way down your arms, as if they're trying to smooth away the goosebumps rising on your skin. Goddamn, I got this effect on you, baby?"

You could practically feel the slow touch of his hands gliding down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their path. The goosebumps rising on your skin, as if your body was physically reacting to his words alone. Your imagination was coming to life.

And yeah, he definitely had that effect on you. There was no denying it.

"Hell yes," you whispered into the air, "You just have no fucking clue," you moaned squeezing your thighs a bit tighter. You were no longer playing with your fingers but now fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Your fingers so desperately wanted to play with something.

"Mmm, I can tell. I love that I can make you crumble like this." his chuckles thrummed through the speaker and right into your chest, "Fucking weak for me like always."

"Ssss," he sucked air through his teeth, "My hands glide right back up your arms, across your shoulders, down your back, then under your arms, moving deliberately toward your breasts. Your soft skin melts into my hands—so smooth, so supple, so perfectly moisturized. It’s like your body is made for my touch." He let out a low moan, the sound cutting through the air.

"The scent of your body lingers around us—shea butter and vanilla—it’s intoxicating. You smell exactly how you look, baby. Appetizing. Ready to be devoured… every last bit of you."

You could hear him inhale deeply followed by a slow exhale. "And the smell of your juices, fuck… it’s in the air too. That mouth-watering scent I never get tired of."

Your own hands slid under your shirt, moving to your breasts, following his lead, mimicking the actions he described.

"I grab your breasts into my hands," his voice continued, painting the scene in vivid detail, "massaging them slowly, working in gentle circles, my fingers grazing inward. Your nipples slip between my fingertips with each caress, becoming the most beautiful kind of collateral damage."

The phantom sensation of his hands moved just as your own were. He made it feel so real.

Whimpers escaped your lips as you followed along, your hands moving to capture your breasts just as he described. Your fingers spread wide before closing in, applying slow, tender pinches that turn you on more than possible. Muscle memory kicked in, and you imagined it wasn’t your own hands but his working over your skin, making your nipples pebble and harden more with every stroke. You remembered exactly what they felt like. You could feel him there, touching you so intimately.

"I start placing slow, sensual kisses against the nape of your neck," his voice rumbled through the speakers, "As if it’s my way of softening the roughness of my hold on you. My lips sink into your skin just like my hands do."

The sound of soft kissing echoed through the room, your skin tingling as the scene played out in your head. It felt so real, the warmth of his breath against your neck, the slow press of his lips against your skin. Goosebumps rose on your arms as you imagined it, "Skin so soft, so pretty—just like you, baby girl."

You heard one kiss, then another, then another.

"The hairs of my mustache brush against the coiling curls near your ear," his voice continued, "I couldn’t help but kiss those too. You always say how much you hate the texture of your hair, but I love it. It always reminds me of how deeply you're rooted—"

Your heart fluttered at that, the tender detail of him appreciating the very thing you’d actually often criticized about yourself. It made the everything feel a bit more real. You imagined his lips brushing against your coils, kissing them softly, making you feel cherished.

"Reminds me of how deep your skin is," he murmured.

"Rich,"

"Chocolate," he whispered, his lips sounded like they were brushing against your skin.

"Beautiful," he finished, each word followed by another tender kiss, the sounds echoed.

"My kisses descend from your neck to your shoulder and then back up again," he continued, "I can feel you molding against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Little gasps escape your lips as you're falling apart—overstimulated, frustrated. You want to be touched so bad, don’t you?"

You were panting softly, those gentle breaths gradually getting a bit more intense. Your hands were still teasingly playing with your breasts. You gave a quick, desperate nod, your hair bouncing against your forehead as you did so.

"I know, mama. Daddy is going to give you exactly what you want, you deserve it."

"My left-hand keeps grasping your breast, fingers teasing your nipple, feeling it harden between my thumb and middle finger. It feels so good under my touch. My right-hand starts its slow journey down your stomach, savoring every inch, fully aware that your slick folds are my ultimate destination. I leisurely trace a path, enjoying the torture you must be going through.

As I reach your navel, I draw light circles around it, knowing just how sensitive you are there. I can feel your body shiver at my touch,"

Your fingertips follow along, drawing slow circles right where he is. Each little motion makes your clit pulse. You can feel your juices trickling down your slit, soaking into the fabric of your t-shirt beneath you. You've never wanted to touch yourself so badly.

"My middle finger glides right above your clit, making those same small circles with just the right amount of pressure—enough to get you worked up but not quite enough to leave you fully satisfied. It keeps you writhing beneath me, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you beg for more. Shit." he moans, his voice sending you to the moon.

"I might just nut from doing this to you, baby." He mumbles, he was starting to sound needy.

"My finger slips through your folds, effortlessly separating your lips and sinking deep into your pussy. Mmm, you're so tight, so warm, and so fucking wet for me. I pull it out, relishing the sensation, and then push it back in, this time going deeper. I can feel every little shudder and clench around my finger, and I go deep enough that I graze that spot inside you that makes you gasp. You try to hunch forward instinctively, chasing the sensation, but my grip on your chest keeps you stable, pulling you close to me, making sure you can feel every little thing."

The sounds of wetness fill the air, mixing with the sounds from the audio. Your fingers are deep inside your pussy now, moving in time, mimicking the pace perfectly.

"I just know you're losing it, baby," he murmurs, "My hair dangling against your skin, brushing softly as I lean in closer. My lips trail along your neck, kissing and teasing, while my fingers twist and turn around your sensitive bud. I’m fucking you with my fingers, curling and curving just right as I press against that sweet spot that drives you wild. I know it’s making you crazy, mama, that desperate need for more, for deeper, for everything."

"I know this shit is making your heart flutter," sloosh.

"I know this shit is making you question why I'm doing you like this," sloosh.

"I know this shit is overstimulating the fuck out of you," sloosh.

With each sentence, your fingers dig deeper, pushing you closer and closer. He wasn’t lying—he was talking you through it, and you were losing yourself, drowning in the wave of his words.

“I pull my finger out, watching your juices cling to it, glistening and thick. The further I pull away, the thinner the string becomes, stretching between us. We both just stare at it, like it’s got us hypnotized. It’s mesmerizin', ain't it?” His voice dipped lower, “I’ve been craving this, been too long since I’ve had you like this… and now, I can’t resist anymore.”

"I bring my finger to my mouth, lips wrapping around it slowly, teasingly. Mmm,” he groaned softly, as if he was savoring the taste. “Daddy’s been thinking about tasting you all day, princess. You taste so fucking good, like the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. Can’t get enough.” his words made your body ache for him.

With a soft chuckle, his voice came in closer. “Here, baby girl... just open up for me.”

You bring your finger to your mouth, savoring the taste, and let out a soft moan just like he had when your essence 'brushed against his palate'. The sweet, thick juices coat your tongue, warm and silky as they spread across your taste buds.

“You taste so fucking good, don’t you?” he teases with a smirk you could hear so clearly. The way he says it makes your skin heat up, and you can almost picture the way his lips are curling, just like they did earlier when he was looking at you.

You moaned in agreement. "Now it's your turn baby. I want you to put your fingers in this time. Let's see how long you last listening to Daddy moan in your ear..."

Your fingers slid through your wetness, middle, and ring finger working together as they moved in and out, curling slightly as you explored for that sweet spot. The soft, silky walls of your body hugged them perfectly, the strokes drawing out the knots in your belly as you continued to tease yourself.

“So soft and warm, ain’t it?” he asked, “Fuck, yesss,” you whispered breathlessly, sinking even deeper into the feeling. Your chest and stomach twisting from his voice and the way your body responded. “Shit feels good, don’t it?” he groaned, his voice rough, “Now you get why I never want to escape from being buried deep between those legs. It’s like a trap… those sweet, soft, gushy walls just pull me in, every.fucking.time.” His words came out through clenched teeth.. well, you just knew they were from the way he sounded and it was driving you absolutely insane at the thought of it.

You could feel your juices pooling beneath you, gathering at the curve of your ass, the fabric of your shirt barely holding it back. You knew it was already seeping into the couch, creating a mess you’d deal with later, but right now, that was the last thing on your mind.

“Look at it, baby,” he rasped. His breath hitched as if he could feel everything with you. You obeyed, your eyes locked on the sight of your glistening fingers, coated in your own wetness, moving slowly, as if you were savoring the moment with him.

“That’s it, princess,” he growled softly, “so fucking beautiful. Just like that, nice and slow.” your pussy pulsed with need. You imagined him right there with you, eyes dark as he watched you unravel.

His moans grew deeper, more ragged, and you matched the rhythm with your fingers. “Shit,” he groaned, “feel you dripping for me. Keep going, baby girl, don’t stop. You’re doing so good for me.”

Your breath was becoming more labored, each stroke of your palm against your clit pushing you closer to the edge. The way he spoke, the groans, the shaky breath, all of it made you sink deeper into the cushions of your couch. His voice alone could bring you over and over and over. And just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, his final words tipped you over the edge.

“Now, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice a soft command, “cum for me. Let me hear how sweet you sound when you fall apart.”

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring

since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇

what’s the look this spring?

my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀

first and foremost…

let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.

preparation

start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.

essentials

pretty umbrella

allergy meds/quarterly check up

new water bottle/tumbler

fresh and clean candles + home fragrances

matcha and jade citrus tea

humidifier

neti pot

clothes and accessories

pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)

foldover yoga pants

bedazzled pieces

pastel colored pieces

cute mini bags

victoria’s secret totes

tennis skirts

sheer + lacey tops

florals for spring? groundbreaking.

glitter + sequins

satin dresses

lace up sandals

hunter boots

coach baguettes

victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters

ballet flats

ugg slippers + fluff sandals

cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details

lace up pieces

baby blue is a staple color for spring

ruffle trims

warm materials + revealing cuts

“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz

cropped baby tees

stripper heelz

diamond jewelry

body jewelry + belly chainz

sparkly hair clips and headbands

butterfly aesthetics

ribbons and bows

ostrich feathers

sparkly keychains and wristlets

bodysuits + heels combo

statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts

beauty

pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)

vibrant pinks

warm bronzer

glitter gloss

translucent glosses in pink and orange

charlotte tilbury flawless filter

nars super orgasm blush

morphe 8r complexion palette

morphe nikita palette

natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)

a bunch of clear glosses

fenty diamond bomb

fenty fussy gloss bomb

urban decay moondust shadows

cake beauty products

joseon spf 50

bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)

victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances

sol de janeiro body mists

body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)

sweet body butters

sol de janeiro beija flor

exfoliating gloves

juicy sheet masks

cetaphil moisturizing cream

native candy shop collection

victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy

5 blade razors and post shave oil

cute mirrors to keep in my purses

glitter nails

lavenders and pinks

protein treatments for moisture overload

[neosimi]

👟 3k milestone gift | kkb's my heimish hall 🛹

happy sunday! thank you all for 3k!! i thought this set was super cute and who can say no to more shoe clutter? there's 19 items in total. the reclined and hanging skateboard are repo'd to the basic one. the hanging baseball cap is repo'd to the stack of caps, and v2 of both the shelf and shoe rack are repo'd as well. the shoe racks both have six slots, while the shelves have two. that should be all! as always, please lmk if you run into any issues. enjoy!~ ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

files are compressed. collection file included.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: @kkbsmm.

OBJECT LIST:

Ankle Boots - 492 polys | $1

Ankle Hightops - 504 polys | $1

Baseball Caps - 482 polys | $5 - Hanging Baseball Cap REPO'D

Basic Skateboard - 282 polys | $5 - Hanging + Reclining Skateboard REPO'D

BURHULT SANDSHULT Shelf v1 - 98 polys | $50 - v2 REPO'D

Calf Cowboy - 532 polys | $5

Canvas Shoes - 656 polys | $5

Deco Wall Phone - 260 polys | $5

Hanging Helmet - 408 polys | $5

MACKAPAR Shoe Rack v1 - 166 polys | $100 - v2 REPO'D

Slippers - 498 polys | $5

Sneakers Lowtops - 556 polys | $5

Sneakers Slip On - 548 polys | $5

Ugg Boots - 432 polys | $5

[wintfleur]

Stella is cuddling with Rutger on the plane. Their both so hungover.

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au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

“Can you finish the game for me please” Stella spoke softly as she paused her game of suika and held out her Nintendo switch towards Rutger, who was watching her play as he rested his head on her sweater clad shoulder.

 Rutger lifted his head off her shoulder and grabbed the switch out of her hands. He hasn't played the game himself, but he's watched Stella play many times before. Stella slipped her feet out of her Ugg slippers and brought her knees to her chest before resting her head on rut’s shoulder. 

“Does your head hurt?” Rutger spoke softly, not wanting to get the attention of his teammates that sat in the seats around them or wake up a sleeping and hungover frank who had his head resting against the wall of the plane, Stella sitting in the middle seat. Stella mumbled out a small yes and moved her arm to hold onto his bicep, neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before. 

“You're really bad at this, you do understand the concept, right?” Stella sassily whispered as she squeezed Rutgers bicep, Rutger wasn't even paying attention to where he was dropping the fruit and next thing, she knew the box overfilled and he lost. Rutger shuts off Nintendo and leans down to grab the case from her carry-on bag that was next to her shoes, to put it away.  

“I’m not bad, I just wanna cuddle with my girl” Rutger winked at Stella as he slid the case back into the bag and leaned back in his seat. Stella lifted up the arm rest and adjusted herself so she could comfortably snuggle into her boyfriend's side without the seat belt digging into her. 

“Hmm sure” Stella joked as she snuggled into ruts warm side, his arm wrapping around her shoulder and her head resting on his chest. Rutger rubs his hand up and down Stella's arm, while his other hand pulls out his phone from the front pocket out of his hoodie and goes to Disney+ to pick one of the many movies he and Stella downloaded to watch for the flight. 

Rutger set his phone in his lap before he pulled out his air pod case out of his hoodie, holding out the opened case for Stella to grab one. After they both slid the air pod into their ear, he held his phone up so stella could see and pressed play, a smile forming on ruts lips when he looked down his nose to see a grin on stella's face as she realized the movie he picked. Tangled. 

The couple watched the movie in silence, and it was only 30 minutes in when Rutger felt Stella's head fully drop on his chest, letting him know she had fallen asleep. Rutger places a few soft kisses on the top of Stella's head before continuing to watch the movie, not wanting to turn it off in case it would disrupt Stella's sleep. 

His eyes were on the screen, but his mind was looking back on the memories he had shared with her the night before. A day and night he would never forget. 

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[calisaslutforchriss]

clean!reader x messy!chris

warnings: fluff!!!

a/n: kinda short...lowk bad...divder by @bernardsbendystraws (ily rosee!! tysm!)

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Saturday, 8:28 PM

I sighed softly and opened the front door, stumbling in. My cute, fat bulldog runs up to my feet. "Hi, Percy!" I rub his head, put my purse on the coat hanger, take off my slipper Uggs, and place them perfectly on the shoe rack. I walk to the door of the room Chris and I share. I softly twist the knob and look up from the ground. Mess. I frown deeply and look around. I hear the shower water. Chris must be showering.

I sigh and bend over, cleaning up Chris's clothes as I mutter to myself. "Can't even have a clean room," I mutter as I throw his clothes in the dirty laundry bin. "Home alone all day by himself and can't even put clothes in a damn hamper." I groan, stand back up, and grunt softly. "Shit," I mutter and walk over to the bed, beginning to make it up.

Chris gets out of the shower in baggy shorts, the top of his gray Skims boxers showing. I look up at him and roll my eyes. "Hello to you too, baby," he says with a small chuckle and plops his back on the bed. I frown and look at him. "I just made up that bed." He quickly gets up. "Oh, sorry, baby." He smiles and hugs me. I smile and hug him back.

"I love you, but this room is messy," I say softly. He smirks and giggles, pulling away and looking down at me. "Sorry, baby. I was lazy today," he says softly. "I can tell," I mutter and walk over to the nightstand to start cleaning.

Chris watches me and sighs. "Just shower, and then we can watch a movie," he says softly. I sigh and turn to face him. "Only if you order Taco Bell and I can do one load of laundry."

"You drive a hard bargain, baby, but—" he smiles softly, "sure," he finishes. I smile widely and lean in, pecking his soft lips. I pull away to look into his eyes. Before I can say anything, Percy runs in, slobbering and his tail wagging. I giggle and look down at Percy.

Saturday, 9:12 PM

I throw a pair of Chris's boxers into the washing machine. I feel a familiar pair of hands wrap around my waist. Chris puts his face in my neck and softly breathes in, then out, sighing.

"Hi, baby," I say, leaning over a bit to grab the last hoodie to put in the washer.

"Hi..." he says softly.

I pour some laundry detergent into the washer, close the lid, and turn the dial. I sigh softly.

"Your taco is here," he says softly.

I smile. "Really?!" I was so excited.

"Yes, baby," Chris chuckles. "C'mon, let's go," he says softly.

I nod and walk with him to our bedroom. As he opens the door, I look at the bed and see our Taco Bell laid out. The movie Dodgeball is on TV.

"Again, baby?" I chuckle. He smiles and runs over to the bed, getting in and clicking un-pause on the TV. I giggle and get into the bed, unwrapping my taco and sipping my frozen Baja Blast.

He softly grabs my chin, making me look into his eyes. "I love you. 'M sorry for making the house messy," he says in a soft, loving voice.

I smile. "Don't worry, baby. No big deal." He smiles and pecks my lips softly.

"Can you rub my back after we eat?" he asks softly, his face still close to mine.

"Only if you rub my feet."

"Nevermind."

We both giggle and sit, eating Taco Bell while watching Dodgeball.

a/n: tysm for reading ml!!!