@groovynailsbybea

getting tumblr just 2 pretend I’m in d 2010s + In an instagram hate phase right now

Fresh Set .

Just got my nails done and the lady did such a perfect job I can actually type AND she didn’t burn the shit out of me which is a plus I love her lmao

THE WHITE FRENCHIES (2)

NAILS BY HANINA

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looking @ this is making me giggle because my application techniques have improved *so* much

((white french tips w clear acrylic + flower nail stickers from Daiso))

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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 introducing princess!reader, ugh i love her sm <3

you were fairly new to kildare island, completely wet behind your chanel-adorned ears. it had only been a few days, since your parents had made the switch from the cozy countryside of puerto rico, unpacking their final cardboard box that harshly clashed against the dreamy interior of your bright and sunny lakeside home. you weren’t surprised that your parents had chosen such a picturesque home of grandeur, they always had a niche for the finer things in life, a trait that was undoubtedly passed down to you.

you see, you had always been a spoiled princess, always insisting of having anything and everything that you wanted — and it was always given to you, without question. perhaps it was the fact that you were an only child? who cares, you were the precious little girl that your parents would go to the ends of the earth for, so why should you accept anything less, from anyone else?

as privileged as it may seem, you did have to admit that you loved living a life where you were pampered and had every single need, no matter how minute or ridiculous, fulfilled without question. you always wore the finest of fabrics from the most upscale brands, exercised in the cutest athleisure wear as you worked up a sweat on your peloton, i mean, you even made it a point to get your hair and nails done every other week. your parents’ banking statements were essays long, detailing your multiple visits to sephora, mainland boutiques, your hefty car note, and monthly spa membership fees.

but, you were far from a ditzy girl, in fact, you were so entitled to the point where you turned your button nose upward at every guy who approached you. you had yet to find a man who didn’t allow you to walk him like a pathetic little dog, you knew that you needed a man who would put you in your place, yet shower you with adornment and lavish gifts.

carefully scraping the tiny smear of residual lipgloss with the tips of your long almond french-manicured nails, you huffed as you flipped your blown-out hair over your shoulder. “ma, m’going to drop this off now!” you called out, tugging on your light grey mini skirt, your fingers dancing over the black lace and pink ribbon adornment, before you grabbed ahold of the white ceramic tray of lemon squares that your mother prepared the night prior.

you’d been given the task of introducing yourself to your neighbors, especially since you father had made it a point to extend the services of his construction company to the fellow members of the country club. your parents had praised you for being their sweet little girl who would be staying home for college to the community, so it was now your turn to seal your reputation as the perfect girl next door, and help uphold your parents’ fresh reputation as newcomers on figure 8.

your perky tits were cutely pushed up against the undone buttons of your undersized button up top, your gold rosary glinting against the sunlight as you made your chanel mules stepped out on the floorboards of your front porch.

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after about an hour of walking from door to door and exchanging your rehearsed pleasantries, while offering the sweet and tangy sticky treat, you’d finally made it to the final home that seemed to overlook the entirety of the community. your puffy cheeks ached from your stretched smile as the soles of your french-pedicure feet throbbed — maybe wearing heels as you walked from porch to porch wasn’t the smartest idea? balancing the tray of lemon gooey lemon squares onto one hand, you brushed a strand of hair from your extended lashes, letting out a small huff, before you mushed your finger into the doorbell.

it didn’t take long before the front door was answered, your rehearsed introduction flitting away from you as you looked up at the blue eyes that stared down at you. your lipstick stained lips parted as the twenty-something year old man stood, his jaw tight as he raised his eyebrows at you, before his eyes shamelessly fell to your pushed-up tits, “i, uh, hi! my family and i recently moved in, so i just wanted to introduce myself,” you smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you revealed your name to the tall man.

“ah, s’that right?” he questioned, clearing throat with a nod to himself as he took it upon himself to lift the plastic wrap that concealed the melted lemon squares, before his curtain bangs fell in front of his eyes. “y’walked all the way here, by yourself, huh,” he mumbled, placing the wrapping to close around the tray, before bringing his intimidating gaze to yours.

with a nod, you nudged the tray in his direction, “would you like one? my mother made them fresh!” you beamed, restoring your role as the mannered girl next door, your trained resolve slowly burning away under the unforgiving north carolina sun.

oh, how he saw right through you.

wordlessly, the young man lifted the plastic wrap, one more, being the small gooey treat to his lips as he kept his eyes on yours, not missing the way you swallowed thickly as he wiped the corners of his pink lips with his ringed index finger and thumb. you watched pathetically with your lips parted as he licked over his lips, “rafe cameron,” he smiled smugly, extending a hand to you.

there was something dark, yet tantalizing about the young man that towered over you, it even brought an undeniable ache to the bundle of nerves between your plush thighs.

accepting his hand, you batted your dolly lashes at rafe, a warmth growing in your tummy as his large hand enveloped yours in a firm grip, his thumb barely kneading into the soft skin between your forefinger and thumb.

deciding to fall back into your stuck-up persona, you were the first to break the hold between you and race, your eyes squinting a bit as you took one step backwards, “it was a pleasure, rafe,” you sang, clutching the empty tray to be tucked into your side.

spinning on your heels, you could feel rafe staring at the under-curve of your soft ass that peeked beneath the tight knit fabric of your skirt, watching as your hips swayed with each step you took. it wasn’t until you were far enough from the young man that you tugged on your skirt to remain secure around your thighs. internally, you scolded yourself for losing event the slightest bit of your cool. you were too good for him, you were too good for him. way too good.

rafe knew this as well, yet he was always proactive when it came to getting what he wanted — even if he had to get a little dirty.

You Get A Set Of Nails That Match Her

For @mimikyu-of-death

(Part one— the boys)

Lute

Lute did not know how to react when you showed her nails inspired by her.

She looked between you and the nails, complexion slowly turning more and more golden.

“They’re pretty?” was what she finally managed to choke out.

They were likely matte with a grey and white color scheme, maybe a grey french tip on a white base, some white wings with black outlines, her halo.

She liked them.

These would be the pair that you would catch her actively trying to look at whereas she normally couldn’t care less.

She thinks she sneaky about it. She is not.

Rosie

Rosie goes to get her nails done with you as often as she can. She makes it such a fun experience.

She is gossiping with the nail techs or listening to their struggles and giving advice.

She’s a real lively person.

She normally gets something rather simple, black stilettos. Occasionally she’ll get a French tip of simple swirl design. Nothing major.

When you get nails designed with her in mind? Oh, dear lord, everyone’s going to know. She’s going to find a way to slip it into conversation.

Pink with black and white detailing. Maybe a bone, definitely something resembling black lace.

No one’s going to know how the conversation gets to you or nails but if you’re around, she’ll call you over and hold up your hand.

Definitely a very happy camper when it comes to it.

Vaggie

Vaggie would have to be talked into getting her nails done, I feel like.

She wouldn’t go for anything major.

Probably square or almonds, whatever the grey equivalent of nude is. She might get some pink swirls.

Whenever she goes to grab your hand and realizes you’ve gotten a new set done, she immediately flips your hand and is stunned.

A grey base, some pink Xs, a pink bow, and some swirls which match her eye colors.

They’re beautiful.

She just sort of melts and starts finding more reasons to fiddling with your hands.

Velvette

Velvette is the person who first brought you to get your nails done.

She’s been getting her own done for decades. There is nothing this girl has not tried.

Some of the things I think she would not like are the chrome. I think she’d like the cat eyes but chrome in general is a no go.

She’s not big on sparkles unless it’s specific to a design. You will not watch her with a nail covered in just glitter.

I also don’t see her being big on textured nails or the lava lamp trend that’s going around right now.

Aside from that, free game.

It’s hard to surprise her with stuff surrounding your fashion because she likes to be so involved with it but when you pitch surprising her and trying to impress her with your nails as a video idea, she agrees.

“I hope you’re ready to get torn apart, babe.”

Then she sees your nails and is actually surprised.

Obviously the color scheme is pink, black, and white. There’s some stripes, some swirls, maybe a couple hearts, and a nod to her skeleton earrings.

She brings you in for a kiss that she covers the camera for.

“You’ve got to pay to see this.”

Of course, Valentino and Velvette both get a lot of questions about when she’s going to do a video.

She promptly shuts this down.

moreeeeee dom mikasa x thick blk fem reader 🤭

ask and you shall receive! 🥰 this is going to be a full fic in the future (I mean it this time!)

cw: sexual tension, black fem, pansexual reader, flirting, French kissing, fondling/groping, mentions of alcohol, toxic mikasa cause she’s my fave, pussy eating, toy use, these two are just so nasty like 🥴🥴

so I really love this idea of Mikasa being a bad bitch..like tongue ring, nails long, got the tight skirts on, tattoos down her arm and titties and ass out. A girls girl who loves to have fun and get a little flirtatious (freaky). Imagine her being your long time nail tech..one of, if not, the most talented artist in the city. Shes always on Instagram, posing in her y2k, gothic-esque fits, in her bikinis or with tube tops, displaying her incredible acrylic arts over her breasts. (giving very much ice spice) Even dyeing her signature pixie cut a couple of times just to switch it up. She was so fine and constantly getting the attention of everyone. You tend to frequent her salon pretty often..interchanging those extravagant sets out bi-weekly. Not just because you loved her work but because she too was quite the sight to look at. “Alright, mama. What are we doing for you today?”

asking so sweetly with a lollipop protruding from her mouth, knowing that you were her most adventurous and daring client; giving her the opportunity to challenge herself and stay honed up on her skills. The French tip and almond bitches preferably had no place in her chair. You worked at the club down the road as a bottle girl..so you had to be laced at all times. Nothing but forty inches or more of Brazilian bundles touched your head, the tightest fitting, tiniest clothes on that beautiful body..that ass swaying with each step and of course, the nails were perfect. Matching the pretty pink toes she done for you last week, (y/n) extended your arm out and showed her a reference photo of what you wanted. Merely giving you a smirk, Mikasa began picking up her tools and got to work. The entire time, she notices you glaring at her and can’t help but laugh. “You okay, sweetheart?” But little does she know that you’re just nervous being around her. Even for someone who was finer than a fucking parking ticket yourself and worked around the baddest bitches all day long…she was still raw. Still one of the most gorgeous women you had ever laid eyes on. For a moment, your eyes couldn’t help but to hone in on those new nipple piercings shone through her white Mui Mui crop top. Eventually, the two of you would talk about work, dating and because you two were the only ones around…a little sex talk got thrown into the mix. You’d tell her about your latest conquest..how disappointed you were in the dick and she’d just laugh it off, thinking to herself how sad it was that you even subjected yourself to such mediocrity. She on the other hand? Would never. Miss Ackerman has quite the reputation as a heartbreaker and homewrecker…but not in the sense that anyone would think. It was nothing for her to snatch a bitch straight off the arm of some dumbass man who wasn’t treating her right in the first place and fuck her until she came to her senses, leaving that loser where he stood. Only for her to leave the poor girl devastated because she wanted to be single. She was equally notorious for her antics as she was for doing nails and you loved that about her. But it was when you told her who the man was that she burst into laughter. “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t even like him. No way you let him fuck..” “I know, I was just bored and he was kind of fine. Total dud though..his ass could barely even find the clit. I should’ve kicked him out right then..” However, she felt like she had a solution to your problem. Eyeballing you as she patted on the acrylic, Mikasa flicked her tongue ring through her lips and smirked at you. “..you wouldn’t have that problem with me..” you pretended not to hear her at first because this bitch played too much but you’d ask her to repeat herself. “You heard me..let’s not act like it wouldn’t be fun.” She most certainly made a point. You’d heard stories of how she’d turned even the straightest bitches out. A real fantasy and she was equally infatuated with you..so the entire time she’s doing your set, the topic of sex only intensifies tenfold. Talking about what you like, favorite toys and the freakiest things but you assured her she wouldn’t know what to do with you..so she makes you a little proposition: “..after you get off, come by my place.” And you had never been so apt to agree!

your shift at the strip club couldn’t end any sooner because the second you touched down at her high rise condo, it was on. All the shit you were talking about being able to eat pussy better than her, saying she wouldn’t be able to handle you…you were about to eat every last one of those words! She knew you were full of shit but it was going to be so much fun to break you and show you who was really boss. This tiny woman, only five foot four in stature, tossing you around like a grown ass man! Bringing you to your knees the second she got you through the door. Flicking her tongue on your clit through the Fenty panties, fingering you slowly while forcing you to keep your eyes on her; a vice grip on your throat and even fucking you with a dildo, just because she wanted to see you cream for her. You didn’t move without so much as her say so..begging her for more with that fucked out expression on your pretty face. “What’s wrong, baby? I thought you said I couldn’t handle it…” laughing as she watches you slowly descend into a dumbed mind. Taunting as she teases that rose vibrator against you as you lie against her bare breasts. She’s constantly reminding you of your own words; and that she was only proving a point. You had lost track of how many times you came before she even slid that strap inside of you, folding you up like a pretzel so she can press a thumb to that aching bud and watch you squirt as she pounds your little pussy. You weren’t the first stubborn little bitch she’s had to break but you were damn sure the best and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d get you in her bed. “You’re my slut now, yeah? You’ll only come this good for me, right?” Not with the way you moaned and whimpered for her..tears streaking down your face and the mess you’d made all over her. Even telling you to get on top and ride her until your legs got tired. Only catching her in a moment of weakness when you bent down to flick your tongue across her sensitive, barred nipples. The two of you fucked like rabbits for hours on end..going at it until the early morning; only breaking for a few shots of alcohol that further fueled the freak fest. But once it was done and you lied there wrapped in her sheets, asking why she put it on you like that, she’d turn to you and snake her tongue into your mouth, tasting her sweet flavor. “You’re my favorite client, I always gotta take care of you.”