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donatellawritings · 2 months

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Hola babe!! Wondering how rafe would react to reader walking around with a short skirt/dress and no panties 🤭

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let’s be clear, this little habit of yours was only allowed within the confines of tannyhill. you rarely slept with panties on, usually a silk nightgown or one of rafe’s sufficed — unless you were feeling doll-like and wanted to put on a show for your doting boyfriend, then you’d be dressed in the finest array of lingerie while you walked around the estate. but, today you’d tried on the new pastel yellow crochet dress that you’d bought from a small boutique on the mainland, and you hated how your panty line disgustingly clashed the figure hugging fabric. you absolutely hated visible panty-lines — they ruined your pretty outfits.

so, with a small huff, you slid your panties down your legs, allowing the flimsy underwear to pool at your pedicured feet, before smiling at the vastly improved appearance of the dress. the yellow clashed beautiful with your sunkissed glow, your swollen breasts pushed up just right against the crochet fabric, due to the tie-up halter neckline. with a satisfied grin now expanding on your swollen, faded dusty rose lips, you smoothed your delicate hands over the soft fabric, before you slid your feet into your beige chanel sling back heels, cutely pouting your lips in the mirror as you gently ran your pearlescent acrylic nails through your freshly blown out hair.

in your biased mind, unless you looked uncomfortably close, the meticulously designed fabric of your dress covered everything it needed to, so you figured it would be okay for you to simply not tell rafe about your lack of underwear. if you played it cool, maybe he would too? either way, you were dead set on debuting this outfit as you went out for a lunch date with rafe. your slinky heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floor as you made your way downstairs.

“papi, are you ready to go?” you sang, grabbing ahold of your chanel wristlet, making sure that it was filled with your emergency lipglosses and face powder, a sweet hum leaving your lips as rafe’s arm slid around your waist, “hi, baby — quieres un besito? i haven’t put on my lipgloss yet” you asked, running your hand down the side of rafe’s handsomely structured face, before running your hand through his buzzed hair as you turned to face him.

rafe was quick to swing his arm around the back of your neck, wordlessly pulling you into a purposely sloppy kiss, his tongue messily sliding against yours as you let out a muffled squeal into the kiss. you could hear a breathy chuckle leave rafe’s lips as he hastily pulled away from you, his lips shiny as you rolled your eyes, knowing that some of your makeup would be smeared. “raafe, i just did my makeup,” you whined, letting out an annoyed huff as rafe wiped his lips with an amused smirk, his ringed fingers swiping at the corners of his mouth as he adjusted the collar of white white linen button-up.

“you asked me if i wanted a kiss, mama,” rafe reminded you, his eyes falling on how the crocheted fabric stuck your your every curve. you mumbled something incoherently as you pressed a powder puff to your face, a displeased pout on your now smeared lips. rafe shamelessly ogled at you, his eyes hanging low as they watched how your plushy ass jiggled with every subtle move you made. his spit-coated lips now ran dry as you stood in direct sunglight, the silhouette of your inner thighs and unclothed pussy coming into view as you bent over to grab your tube of glittery hot pink lipgloss that fell to the floor.

with a sarcastic laugh, rafe clears his throat, “uh, princess, m’gonna ask you a question and i want you to tell me the truth, okay?” rafe sighed, his cocked to the side as he watched you freeze in place, the fabric of your dress stretched against the curve of your ass as you craned your neck to look at rafe from your bent position.

your doe eyes widened in fear as your wispy eyelashes blinked, you were quick to stand up straight, your chin up as you watched rafe take a breath, “are you wearing any panties?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised and pink lips parted as he awaited you answer. your boyfriend didn’t miss how you shifted your weight to lean on your hips, your swollen lips parting as you nodded your head, earning an amused laugh from rafe as he crossed his arms over his firm chest, “y’sure? m’not gonna ask you again,” he warned, his voice a bit raspy as he adjusted the band of his rolex to sit comfortably snug around his wrist.

“noo, but it’s because it made my dress look weird,” you whined, your smeared lips pulled into a pout as you approached rafe, your arms snaking around his waist as he rolled his eyes at your lame excuse. “i’m serious, it looked so fucking ugly,” you sighed, batting your doll lashes at rafe who couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic you were being over a stupid panty.

mimicking your pout, rafe gently grabbed ahold of your cheeks, mushing them together, before pressing a chaste kiss to your mushed lips, “poor baby doesn’t wanna her panties, huh” he teased, mocking your whiny tone, earning a frustrated sigh from you. you could tell that he wasn’t sold on your reasoning and that in about ten seconds he was going to send you upstairs to change, “the thing is, i don’t wanna let your pretty pussy get all dirty, bein’ all out in the open like that,” he explained, his tone still disgustingly condescending as your doe eyes silently pleaded with him.

with an entitled roll of your eyes, you pulled away from rafe, childishly storming upstairs to your shared bedroom, leaving rafe to stand with his hands shoved in his pockets, “drop the fuckin’ attitude!” he called out, rolling his eyes as you wordlessly closed your bedroom door. “m’gonna fuck her up,” he mumbled to himself, letting out a strained sigh as he ran his large hands over his shaven face.

ꪆৎ

you were a spoiled little princess, eager to annoy rafe just because you didn’t get your way. you’d swapped your yellow dress for a crème colored mini knit dress, the swells of your cute tits on full display as you bent over to grab your purse that accidentally fallen on the ground, your lacy thong sucked in by the soft fat of your ass cheeks that were on full display as you stopped suddenly in front of rafe. with an annoyed grunt, rafe grabbed your arm, swiftly pulling you to stand straight as he reached down to grab your purse.

pulling down the hem of your ridiculously mini dress with his fingers, rafe shoved your purse into your small hand, before nudging your chin with the side of his ringed finger, “cut it the fuck out, y’being a fuckin’ brat,” he whispered into you ear as you shrugged carelessly, your glossed lips twisting into an annoyed frown as you exhaled sharply through your nose.

hastily pulling you closer to his chest, rafe pointed a finger at you, “i don’t know what the fuck is with you getting a fuckin’ attitude when you don’t get what you want, but you’re my girl, and m’not gonna have my fuckin’ girl walking around showing everything she’s got,” he scolded, his hand roughly squeezing your jaw as he forced you to keep your wandering gaze on him, “if y’don’t like that, then go be with one of those fucking pogues wouldn’t give a fuck about you and what happens to you,” he adds, the vein in his neck strained as your eyes welled with guilty tears.

“i don’t want them, i want you,” you blinked your tears away.

roughly releasing your jaw from his tight grip, rafe sends you a chilling look of warning, “then fuckin’ act like it,” he mutters, moving his sunglasses to cover his bright blues as he grabs your hand, leading you into the restaurant. his jaw tight as he walked aimlessly, eyes blown with frustration as you slowed down to a stop, tugging on your boyfriend’s arm. “what?” he snapped, his anger gradually dissipating as you rushed into his arms, your chin leaning into his heaving chest.

“i’m your girl, papi, only yours,” you batted your wispy lashes up at rafe, pushing yourself onto the tips of your toes. rafe forced himself to appear stoic as you kissed his lips, a troublesome smile pulling on your pouty lips, as you brought your mouth to his ear, “i think i just need you to fuck me, rafey,” you knowingly sighed, scratching your nails against rafe’s clothed abdomen, a giggle leaving your throat as he sighed in defeat.

that was all rafe needed to hear, before he began to pull you in the opposite direction of the restaurant, a yelp leaving your lips as he suddenly lifted you by your legs, hauling you over his shoulder as he eagerly made his way towards the backseat of his pickup truck.

you always knew how to get back in rafe’s good graces.

#asks #🍒 anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #sweetheart!reader

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luxtrys · 10 months

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a hundred and ten percent ready.

your first time with anakin skywalker (18+, smut noshy. innocent!reader, cocky asf ani (a warning in itself) size kink. )

you couldn't hear the dramatically aggressive slam of the door to yours and anakin's apartment over the soft music flowing out of your record player. you hummed to the tune, swiping your hand through the chocolate you had used all your muscles to chop into the pot of boiling heavy cream.

anakin watched lovestruck, leaning his head on the kitchen door frame as you let out an excited squeal to yourself while mixing the steaming pot of hot chocolate on the stove. ani was confused the first time you had brought up hot chocolate to him, on the first conversation you ever had might i add. the way you talked about it with so much care and love he thought it was a childhood pet your parents just let you name. you added in the espresso powder and vanilla essence before stirring it with the heart spatula ani had gave you on a random sunday.

once you noticed a few to many bubbles rising to the surface of your beautiful creation, you quickly bent down to be eye level with the stove. as you slowly changed the size of the flame under your pot, you felt a strong arm snake around your waist, pulling your ass into the persons crotch. squealing, you straighten your back instantly as the familiar smell of smoke, sandalwood and cologne enters your nose. "what'chu makin baby?" anakin rasped, bending down to rest his head on your shoulder.

you looked up at him, mustering up the most annoyed face you could. he knew what you were making, you made hot chocolate at-least twice a week without failure. "oo baby don't look at me like that, gonna make me cry" he smirks, leaning down and catching your lips in a heated kiss. you indulge for a few seconds before pulling back, moving your attention back to the pot on the stove "i added espresso powder this time ani! i read it on that blog i like, it said it really brings out the chocolate flavour and i'm so excited to try" he scoffed at how quickly you just ignored the make out session you had just, rubbing your stomach with his hand and shaking his head.

it was only a few minutes before ani was pouring the steaming chocolate liquid into the matching mugs you made him for valentines day, your names etched on each and bunnies and hearts decorating the white cups. anakin always did that job, banning you from it after you accidentally poured the hot chocolate all over your hand and he had to sit in the ice cold shower with you to calm the burning for over four hours, holding you close to his bare chest as you sobbed.

you sat down on the kitchen stools, tapping your acrylic nails onto the marble surface in excitement. "what sprinkles tonight baby?" he asked as he grabbed the whipped cream out of the fridge, he knew the answer because you picked the same every-time, but he asked anyway. "pink and white hearts please ani" you answered, glancing out to the lively city of Coruscant through your endless high windows.

"thank you ani!" you exclaimed as he placed the hot mug filled with hot chocolate, a mountain of whipped cream, small pink marshmallows and little heart sprinkles into your hands. he took the seat next to you, holding his mug filled with only hot chocolate, no sprinkles, marshmallows or cream, you almost broke up with him for that when you first started dating. the whipped cream and marshmallows you got, but the sprinkles? no way.

he wrapped his hand over the back of your chair, effortlessly pulling your chair closer to his so you were touching. you stared at him as his slid his hand over the top of your bare thigh, snaking it up and down before gripping the inside of your thigh, way to close to your heat. all while just staring absent mindedly in front of him and sipping his mug.

you were starting to feel those tingles inside of you, that you coincidently only got around ani. you and ani had done stuff before a few times after you came to him at the first feeling of tingles rising inside of you. he smirked at you then and patted the space on the bed beside him, telling you it was normal and he would help you out. he always helped you out, and you felt like it was time to return the favour. he never told you that you had to though, never making you feel like he deserved something in return, but you were ready. ready for sex.

you stared down at your mug, the little pink marshmallows drowning in the chocolate as the cream melted away into nothingness. you would never pass down a hot chocolate, never. but as you looked between your boyfriend and your mug, you realised you didn't crave hot chocolate. you craved anakin.

the loud screeching of your chair as you pushed it back and your socked feet hitting the floor alerted anakin of your state. your pupils wide and palms sweating as you pulled at the fabric of your - his - shirt. glancing over to see your mug untouched, ani was just about to pull you into his chest and console you at whatever got you worked up this time. but before he could, he heard words that made he nearly spit out the hot chocolate in his mouth.

"i want to have sex with you anakin"

out of all things anakin guessed you were going to say, those words were not one of them. you were shy, even after dating for more than a year, you never just said what you wanted without taking 5 minutes to stumble over your words. and you definitely didn't say words alluding to any sort of sexual activity unless ani teased you to say it after working you up with his fingers buried in you for way too long. "what? can you say that again princess i think i heard you wrong"

"i- pfft- ani you know what i said" you whined, still standing at least 5 feet from him, because if he were to touch you near there again, you might just explode. "nope. i need you to say it again, or you're getting nothing." ok. now he was just being mean.

you always oddly noticed that though. that anytime you guys would do anything down there, ani was just a bit mean. he was always in control, powerful, dominating, but in the bedroom it was like those present qualities were maxed out to 1000.

a flush spread across your cheeks as you huffed. "i- i want to have sex with you anakin" you voiced. that signature annoying cocky smirk spread across his features as he approached you. his combat boots still on his feet from jedi duties and his biceps bulging out of his thin black short-sleeve shirt, you thought you were going to faint.

you noticed again as he stood infront of you how fucking massive he was. he was at least a foot taller than you and could literally crush your body with a single arm if he wanted to. he left goosebumps on your delicate skin as he trailed his fingers up and down your arms making you shiver. he continued on his painfully slow attack of his soft touches before running his hands to the top of your thighs and hooking his thumbs on the sides of your lacy pink underwear.

he stared down at you, biting his lip and all knowing that your underwear was completely soaked because of him. you noticed he was stalled, not making another move and deep in thought. "ani whats wrong?" you asked, no, whined.

"you know this is a big thing baby, i'm fine with helping you out as long as you need me to ok? i don't want to rush you angel. i need you to be very sure you want this." he said softly, drawing circles with his fingers on your thighs.

you weren't exactly sure if it was because you were so horny or just so in love with him, but those words could make you break down and cry.

"im sure ani." he smiled down at you "ok baby, just-. are you 100 percent sure, because not to alarm you but if we start, i'm not sure ill be able to stop" you leaned into him, your forehead resting on the soft fabric of his shirt. "i'm a hundred and ten percent ready ani, promise."

at those words he quickly gripped your ass, hoisting you up into his chest so your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms swung around his neck. your squeal made him even more giddy as all he could feel was you, his thoughts echoed with your giggles and moans and he could practically smell you soaking through your panties.

his dick was straining in his pants as he set you on the soft pink blanket you insisted on putting on your bed. he kneeled down onto his knees pulling you by your feet so your legs dangled off the end of the bed as you squealed. he could feel the need to protect, pleasure and destroy you rise in his body as he reached under the shirt that swallowed your body entirely when you wore it, which was almost always.

he went as slow as he could as he ran his fingers up and down your folds through your panties. you threw your head back at the contact, biting your lip and whining his name. he chuckled at how little he had to do to have you melting in his hands.

as much as he wanted to tease you, he just needed to see you so bad it hurt. he gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, the site of your bare chest almost making him bust in his pants. "shit baby you gotta stop doing this to me, won't fucking last. you're just so pretty." he had a slight groan to every word he said, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, making you mewl.

he looked into your eyes as he kissed all the way down your stomach before making it to the waistband of your panties. the cold air hit your sensitive clit as ani peeled of the underwear, staring at the wetness he had created and throwing them somewhere in the room. he licked a thick strip through your folds, gripping the insides of your thighs with both of his massive hands, stopping you from wriggling as he ate you out.

"fuckin' hell baby, this pussy 's gonna be the fucking death of me. taste so sweet" he said, his breath on your clit making you squirm. he needed to be in you, now. but there was no way he was fitting in you without stretching you out first, and he needed to fucking hurry.

he sucked his fingers, teasing your hole before sliding two fingers in at the same time. you gasped, looking down at him shocked, he never did two fingers first. "i know baby, you're alright. just need to get you stretched out ok? you're alright."

you nodded franticly as he pumped both fingers in and out of you, the pain quickly subsiding into pleasure. anakin didn't know how he was going to fit inside of you, because judging how hard your gripping two fingers, he wouldn't even fit three in and he was way bigger than three fucking fingers.

he finally decided to enter the third finger into you, slowly working his way through the resistance in your pussy "n-no ani, it's to much" you were blinded by pleasure, stars clouding your vision as all you could see was anakin.

"you're ok. quit whining and take it" his tone was rough and jagged, and you could not be more turned on in that moment. you whined, struggling under him as he brought you to your first orgasm of the night. you came all over his fingers with little warning, whining into your bed sheets as you gripped and pulled at his hair.

you almost let out an objection as he got up from his spot, but judging by the clouded, stern look on his face, that probably wasn't a good idea. he pulled his top off of his body swiftly, his toned, tan chest muscles straining as he ripped of his shoes. in that moment you noticed how venerable you were, you were lying in front of him stark naked, aside from your frilly pink socks, and he still even has his massive dumb combat boots on.

you slowly gripped the pink blanket under you, about to cover the bottom half of your body before a large hand halted your actions immediately. "i swear to god princess, stop or it'll be the last thing you ever fucking do" he spat, running his fingers up and down your folds again.

you noticed that now he was only in his boxers, his hard on showing through the thin material. as he slid his boxers down his legs, his length sprung out and made you gasp. you had never seen a penis before, but the way your friends crudely described it to you, you did not think it would be this big.

"what baby? you're gonna make me insecure if you keep staring at my cock like that" you huffed at his language, wondering how long it was. you stared at it for another few seconds before deciding it had to be at least 10 inches long, or even more and thick as well. safe to say it scared the shit out of you.

"ani, are you sure its meant to be that big?" he only chuckled at you, making you regret you ever asked that question. "hope so princess, had it all my life"

you reached your hand out, touching it for a moment before you heard ani hiss and pulled back instantly. "no baby its ok, i'm just to fucking horny right now, here" he gripped your hand, bringing it up to your mouth and telling you to spit. you did reluctantly and watched as he brought your hand to his dick.

"ani, thats not gonna fit down there.." you say, looking down to your pelvic area. "we're gonna make it" he smiled sweetly, a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"and just bring it right here" he instructed, guiding you to the base of his dick. you tried to wrap your hand around it, before releasing your hand didn't reach fully around the width of his cock. he groaned and threw his head back, watching as you shyly pumped up and down the shaft of his member. "here, squeeze a bit harder yeah? its not gonna break if you add a bit of pressure baby, promise"

you nodded shyly, tightening your grip on the heavy dick resting in your hand. as he was watching your movements closely, you kept eye contact and you brought your lips down and kissed the tip softly.

"fuck this" he exclaimed, manhandling you to be in the middle of the bed as he followed closely behind you. his dick slapped against his stomach, raging red and dripping with precum.

"you're doin great, bein' such a good girl for me, yeah? just need to be in you right now" you nodded frantically as he used his hand to hold the base of his dick, positioning in right infront of your pussy.

"ani is it gonna hurt?" you ask, his expressions changes from desperation to his soft loving face, lulling his head to the side as he looks straight at you. "just for a bit baby, then it will feel good, ok? you just gotta trust me on this. but if it hurts to much you tell me to stop ok? pinky swear it" you nodded as he quickly brought his pinky up to yours, inlacing it tightly before kissing your finger and letting go. "im just gonna put the tip in first baby, ok?" you nod again, a switch seems to flick in his face and he looks mad, really mad. "fucking words baby" he says before you whine "yes ani" he smiles sweetly, jesus these facial expressions are giving you whiplash.

he interlaces your left hands together as he pushes his thick tip past your walls, you mewl in pain and pleasure, the other hand you have resting on his bicep gripping so hard you're drawing blood.

"ow ani! i thought you just said the tip!" you whine, scolding your boyfriend. "that was just the tip." he states, your comments feeding his already oversized ego as all the blood rushes to his dick. you sit in that position for about another minute, until you announce for him to start moving again.

he enters his dick slowly into you, inching more until he's about half way through your walls. "s-stop. how much more to go?" you feel like his dick is the size of a fucking lightsaber, stretching you out father and father till you feel like you're simply just gonna split in half. "halfway baby, i can stop here for today. dont have to go any further angel" you looked up at him, god, you loved him to much. "kiss?" you asked softly, releasing you haven't even kissed him this whole time in the bedroom.

ani smiled sweetly, bending down and kissing your lips softly. once he pulled away, you looked at him, and then down at his length impaling you. "keep going ani"

he nodded quickly, not even having the might to protest. you breathed through your mouth as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. it hurt, it hurt like fucking hell but with every inch he pushed inside you, you felt pleasure pulsate through every part of your body.

you let out one last squeal as he bottomed out inside of you, falling into you as he moaned in pleasure. "knew you could fucking take me baby, such a good girl" you beamed at his compliment as he slowly started rocking back and forth into you.

he was amazed how he hasn't cum yet, but he needed you to before he could. he knew you were close, he studied your moans and your facial expressions long enough to figure out when you were cumming.

"ani g- gonna cum" you moaned, feeling him in every-part of you. "go on baby, right behind you". you could feel his dick empty out in you as you came all over him, scratching up his toned back.

"i love you so much ani" you breathed, pulling and tugging at his hair, his breath tickling your shoulder as he answered. "you don't even understand how much i love you baby, no one will ever understand."

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker drabble #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #so not proud of this sooo :(#anibear

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dreamgrlarchive · 2 years

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Summer

the summer is right around the corner and we have to make sure we’re ready to have a good time and look great while also staying focused on our development and goals. i don’t care, i feel like every little change is an opportunity for reinvention. season change, new year, birthdays, etc. make the changes you feel are necessary but have been putting off.

what’s the look this summer?

“she’s perfect omg” look as natural as possible yet ethereally flawless. hot girl bimboesque. glowy skin that looks hot to the touch. siren straight out of the water hair.

“body shimmer, pretty belly rings, mini skirts, dior lip gloss, laneige lip sleeping mask, lash extensions, pink binki's, pink french acrylics, iced coffee, dewy skin, big gold hoops & curly hair”

“I need a mani pedi, full body massage, spa day, a hydrojelly facial & a vacation.”

- @milliondollaprincess

“Aggressive orange blush. Skin balm as highlighter. Hydrating serums under base makeup. Applying coverage only where you need it. Setting spray over a thin layer of powder. Bronzer. Gloss over smudged liner on top of stain.”

- @plumslices

first and foremost…

let’s get the skin together. we’re going towards the glowy second skin look and it’s hard to do that with dry, aggravated skin. use gentle cleanser in the am and actives at night. go outside with spf and facial oil finished with a laneige lip treatment + tree hut shea lip butter on days when you’re not wearing makeup for the pretty natural look.

preparation

waist training. when at home or running errands wear a steel boned torso covering waist trainer and a sweat band when active.

revamp your wardrobe and declutter, then post on depop, mercari, poshmark etc. this doesn’t mean change your style but it’s always refreshing to get a good honest look at your wardrobe

get your passport. everyone loves taking trips but summertime is the time for exotic destinations.

car maintenance. make sure your transportation is in good condition so you can move freely

acid peels for your entire body

make a new summer playlist to drive around to

body exfoliation for soft pretty skin free of bumps and flakes + waxing to reduce ingrown hairs

get a new fun hobby/job

keep your brows and lip waxed

essentials

SPF!!!!!!!!

mini fan for your purse

glowy body oil

butterfly clips (let’s not sweat out our hair)

cute matching luggage for the cute trips we’re takin!

summer ‘22 diary

a mini deodorant for the hot weather

travel water bottle

new breathable pajamas

body wash with aha, bha, or vit c for glowing skin

victoria’s secret passport sleeve

clothes and accessories

lightweight tanks and sweats with girly sneakers!! super chic, very off duty model effortless pretty (check out @staszki if you need more lookspo)

bottega veneta (style) pieces. bottega screams sunny vacation to me! i’d you can’t afford designer there are plenty of hobo style bags and strappy knit pieces you can find at an affordable price!!

maxi, midi and mini tube dresses. i love a tube dress they just compliment my shape so well. they accentuate the collarbone, bust and hips

belly rings!! so sexy. girl you better snatch that waist up and show it off in the hot weather.

low rise pants to show off your waist

short shorts. look for cuts that are flattering and sexy but not extreme. PINK, Juicy Couture, Forever 21 make the best short shorties!

mini bags and purses, including baguettes and pochettes add to the effortless summery look. keep your essentials on you at all times and that’s it

tube tops, bikini tops. prissy essential duh

more: palazzo or wide legged pants, heeled and strappy sandals, ruffled and pleated mini skirts, maxi sun skirts, shirt dresses, satin and see through shirts, leather tops and bottoms, linen fabric pieces, gold jewelry, brights and pastels (not neons though, ew)

beauty

tinted moisturizer, liquid blush, full coverage concealer, tinted brow gel all for a flawless LIGHTWEIGHT face. it’s too much for thick makeup bc you’ll sweat it off

jergens natural glow, even for my dark skinned girls, trust me!

patrick ta body oil for that hot sunkissed siren skin.

edp with bright sweet or sparkling notes of flora or clean light scents. good examples include springtime in a park by replica, donna born in roma by valentino, gucci gorgeous gardenia, marc jacobs daisy love eau so fresh, si by armani, yellow diamond by versace

wispy lashes give a very natural look and compliments a lightweight face

body mist for travel! it’ll be hot we’re gonna start feeling the need for a refresher

glitter gloss and clear gloss!! again we’re going for the lightweight effortless looking beauty, plus glitter gloss looks amazing in the natural light of the sun

natural looking hairstyles like water waves, kinky straight, body wave, twist outs, braids.

juicy sheet masks!!! i don’t know what it is but these make pores disappear and skin look so beautiful. i love putting one on after my aztec clay mask and applying spf and going out with lashes and a poppin gloss

natural hair girls: invest in your hair. do a mask every two weeks. buy new tools. get a pink tangle tweezer or tangle angel brush. stay up on oil, cream and gel. it’s summertime! prime wash and go season. always brush your hair in the shower with a detangling brush then seal with oil and a lightweight cream then gel and you’re all set. my favorite products include edge booster, tgin leave in, aphogee keratin reconstructor, etc.

jergens cloud creme lotion. my boo @luxehunny put me on. it’s so light and airy feeling. leaves behind no heavy film or greasy texture.

#summer #essentials #the prissy girl agenda #my posts #diva seasonz!

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makaira-art · 3 months

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Ace Attorney x Paselabo Collaboration Cafe Translations

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Announcing the commemorative Collaboration for the release of "Ace Attorney 456 Apollo Justice Selection"! Original illustrated goods are being sold again. Event period: 1/25/2024 - 2/29/2024 Host store: Paselabo Tower Shinjuku Store

To commemorate the release of "Ace Attorney 456 Apollo Justice Selection", A collab cafe will be left from January 25th, 2024 at the Tokyo/Shinjuku "Paselabo Tower Shinjuku Store", selling takeout drinks! We have decided to resell the illustrated goods that were released at the 2021-2022 Monster Hunter Bar in Akihabara and Anshin Oyado in Nagoya! Don't miss this opportunity!

Collab Menu Reproduction of popular drinks from past collaborations! The drink inspired by Blackquill has become a hot coffee that's perfect for the cold season. Please enjoy our new food menu!

◆Takeout menu (700 yen, 770 yen w/ tax) Apollo Justice: Hot-blooded Hot Lemonade Take a breather with this warm berry lemonade. "I'M FINE!" Hot lemonade, cranberry juice

Phoenix Wright: No Objections! Apple Soda There are no objections to this apple-flavored blue drink! Blue lychee syrup, pink lemon syrup, apple juice, soda, apple chips

Miles Edgeworth: Splendid Black Currant Tea A drink with black currant flavor and a gentle sweetness. Black currant (cassis) syrup, iced tea

Simon Blackquill: Shut Up! Although Blackquill is a prisoner, he also holds the impressive title of Prosecutor. See for yourself if it is sweet or bitter!! Coffee, chocolate syrup, fresh cream, pocky

Nahyuta's Holy Ghost Funeral Soda Satorha!? If you drink this, your soul will be saved! White soda, energy syrup, gold powder

One original postcard will be distributed per takeout item.

◆ Cafe menu

(Translations for food items/drinks not seen in the takeout menu) Apollo Justice's Perceiving Taco Rice ~rings included~ Has onion rings that look like his bracelet. Includes bright red sauce and bright white rice that is inspired by Apollo! Rice, lettuce, onion, taco meat, mixed cheese, salsa, ketchup, onion rings

Klavier Gavin's Melting Neopolitan The silver accessories that Gavin wears are made with silver powder, and the gooey egg is the same color as his hair. The neapolitan and egg match perfectly together. Neopolitan, egg, chili peppers, silver powder

Athena Cykes' Mood Matrix Tropical Sweets Happiness (Green) Anger (Red) Sadness (Blue) Surprise (Yellow) A dessert with colored sauces that looks like the mood matrix! How do you feel!? Dorayaki dough, mango, whipped custard, chervil (french parsley), powdered sugar, 4 types of sauce (blue raspberry syrup, muscat syrup, strawberry sauce, mango sauce)

Maya Fey's Kurain-style Spirit Mediumship

This drink resembles the costumes worn by those at the Kurain school of spirit mediums. However, even if you drink this, you will not be able to channel spirits. "You need to stop judging things based on narrow-minded cultural assumptions, Nick!"* Kyoho grape syrup, milk, tapioca

*The direct translation of this line is something like "You've got to see more of the true nature (of things), Nick!" in reference to the infamous ladder vs. stepladder debate. However, these are my translations, so I'm putting the localized version of that line, since it also became a meme in English. Nice to know this particular exchange crossed the language barrier!

Collab special items ■ Collab cafe in-store menu order perks: original character stand (12 types) If you purchase one collaboration menu item at the cafe, you will receive one at random.

■ Takeout drink order perk: Key visual postcard (1 type) Customers who order one collaboration drink will receive one of these postcards as a present.

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(The second half of the goods menu is the same can badges, acrylic standees, and keychains but in the characters' regular clothing)

※ This product is a resale of the "'Ace Attorney' series 20th anniversary collaboration" event goods. ※ All goods are sold randomly, designs cannot be chosen. ※ Pictures shown are images and may differ from the actial product ※ It is possible to purchase goods only at the Paselabo Tower Shinjuku Store. ※ There may be purchase limits imposed on in-store purchases. Thank you for understanding. ※ We will accept orders at the mail order site "Paselabo store" from 12:00 on Monday, January 22nd. Please check the product page for delivery times.

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Thanks for reading all my translations. Seems like there will be a chance to order merch online, so if you wanted it you can try and proxy it! It is blind box, though. I ran through these translations the past hour, so apologies for any mistakes. I'll be uploading more translations of things such as the Capcom cafe collab menu on here, too. There are also a few blurbs for art (such as the Valentine's & White day art) that I've yet to see translated, so I'll post those here too at some point.

#ace attorney #translations #It's mostly news events and stuff but I have a few in the backlog I'll adapt from twitter #may not be 100% the most interesting #but oh well. im already translating it forsome people to read might as well post it so everyone can see it too #debated opening an AA translation sideblog but I don't expect to post translations often enough for it to matter.#I'm going to start putting my ace attorney translations on here to make them accessible for people!

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bambinotattoo · 8 months

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Hey everyone, I hoper you have a great day today. Treat yourself and each other great today.

So this past weekend I wasn’t feeling that well, not well at all. Which Is kinda rare honestly, either way. Over the last few weeks/days I have been noticing myself experiencing episodes of light headedness and even passed out a time or two. Which is effin scary cause I live along ( future Mommy, now is the perfect opportunity to tell me it’s okay, your here to take care of me!! “A boy can dream”.

So as you can imagine passing out and falling down can be pretty dangerous, actually crashed into my bedside table on Saturday and broke it into PIECES. CHIPPED A BONE IN MY HAND TOO. I’m not a big fan of hospitals and all of that, but thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go and just make sure things are okay. Being a full time diapered baby, sometimes it can be tricky. I generated speaking will only go if I have a friend or sitter to kind of help be a buffer. Just in case I say something dumb, or someone gets suspicious. I will also usually change into a “Normal” diaper and avoid wearing anything to “babyish”. Just easier that way.

Well, lol, this weekend I was feeling so gnarly that decided they can think what they want…I am coming comfortable and as myself. I was wearing a pink Princess with a booster, a bright blue onesie and some pastel blue full zip and baby patterned pair of footed Jammie’s. Fuck it, right. Lol. As well, the only diaper bag I had packed was my pink clear acrylic see through backpack style one. To put it lightly, it was Halloween in my bubble and boy did I get the stares and looks. I just put my paci in and ignored them. Thankfully the waiting room was fast and I was taken back with in 15-20 minutes

By the time I was escorted back, I had filled my diaper almost to the point of leaking. Hell I was sure the front desk girl could hear me release embarrassed pee pee streams the whole time we checked in. Which always happens. A great way to know if your really got me flustered is immediate bladder evacuation, followed my a beat red face and a goofy smile. The nurse that brought me to my room was trying to mind her own business and just get on with things, but offered to help get me into a gown since there were s many snaps on the Jammie’s. She then discovered the onesie, which of course had been leaked on showing I was blatantly a helpless little pissy pants. I ended up just standing there silent, looking scared to death I’m sure, while this attractive woman near my age stripped me of my baby clothes exposing just my saggy, stinky, diaper. And a pink baby one at that. She looked up at me with a little distaste and I started wimpering. She quickly began to console me and wrapped me in the gown and had me sit down.

“I know it’s none of my business, but that diaper is pretty wet isn’t it”

“Um, y…ye…yea”. As I started getting more upset.

“Hey little guy, it’s okay, it’s okay. Is that your diaper bag over there”

“Um, yes. Yes it is.”

“Okay, here in a lilts while when I get a few seconds would you mind if I changed you?”

This wasn’t the first times something like this happened, it pretty common. Just never had I come to a medical situation with this much ABDL swag before. She just smiled and told me to try and calm down and things would be just fine. She exited the room and I was left alone awaiting the doctor and etc

The first doctor came and went, nothing to crazy, but wanted me to consider seeing a Urologist while there. I sure maybe, but knew it was a no.

Several minutes later and the fist nurse came back in and closed the curtains behind her.

“Okay little guy, let’s get you more comfortable…huh?”

I just nodded and signaled for my diaper bag. I pulled out a Tykeables, my wipes, powder, and desitin as I had been nursing a rash for a few days. She giggled at the powder and ointment and said I need to make sure and change more often to ovoid that. I told her I know, and joked about needing a full time caregiver to make sure.

She actually popped my paci in, gave me a smile and told me to relax, and everything will be done quickly. I couldn’t tell her that I loved being changed without sounding like a creep so I just smirked, laid back, and started rhythmicly sucking my pink pacifier. She got the VERY wet diaper untapped and began to wipe me down with the SUPER cold wipes (I’m used to my wipe warmer). Right as she was going to slide the new diaper unde me and as she was saying

“Okay, life your butt”

There was suddenly commotion near the screen that separated my spread eagle bottom with a diaper being slide under, and anyone walking past and or etc. she immediately shouted

“Hey, hey…I’m busy in here…DO NOT COME IT. Private private stop”

And guess what, they did not stop. To my horror and here annoyance the doctor from earlier and THREE resident doctors started piling in. He saw what was going on and didn’t care at all. I am laying there, more red faced than I had even been while getting a change while the doctors just hung out waiting for her to finish. I tried closing my eyes to block out the more than uncomfortable situation, right up until when the doctor said

“So, why are your wearing diapers that look like that? Aren’t those the like fetish ones people wear?

The doctors and nurse changing me all tried not to laugh.

I wasn’t able to communicate that well through the fog of humiliation but did manage something to the effect of…

“I don’t like it when they leak. These kinds are thicker and make me feel more secure.”

The doctor made his snide remarks the nurse finished up and I was dry, and covered again. After a battery of tests the doctor wasn’t concerned about my passing out and all that, but did want to keep me for 24 hours for observation. I argued and pleaded to not be held over, but the decision had already been made and there was already a bed on the 8th floor being prepared. The nurse that changed me went out above and beyond and explained that she was talk to the nurses station where I’m going and let them know of my special needs, that way there wouldn’t be any confusion. I asked if I could have a friend bring some some supplies because I only had 1 more diaper in my bag and my onesie wasn’t the cleanest. I did, and my friend Ashley who babysat a occasionally was giving to drop by later with a care package.

After getting up to my room I began calming down and accepting the situation I was going to make the best of it. Around that time a nurse I hadn’t met yet comes in knocking and wanted to introduce herself and figure out all the details and etc.

“H there, Eric? Yes hello, my name is Nora and I willl be your nurse tonight and until 6am or so. I hear your an extra special little one, yea? Lol.

I really didn’t know what to say or what she expected me to say, but I just smiled blushingly and nodded my head.

“You really are a shy one, they were kidding. Lol. Okay, so, this is a hospital, I am a nurse, and diapers and changes are absolutely normal and nothing weird! I hear you like the babyish ones and even the cute toddler clothes too”.

Still blushing, she just smiled and started coming near me.

“Well, let’s just see what we have going on, shall we? I will be checking you everytime I’m in the room. So just be prepared for it. Are you used to that or are diapers a new thing”

What ya think, y’all want the rest?

#ab dl lifestyle #24/7 diapers #ab/dl diaper #diaper bulge #diaper dependent #diaper sissy #diapering #incontinence #bed wetting #nurse

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gottastim · 2 years

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#pink #glitter #stim #sensory #satisfying #mypost #mygifs #pastel #acrylic powder #nail art #hands free #handsfree

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bobateaatiny · 2 years

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literal legend - p.sh

park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

part of the 1-800-HOTTER-THAN-U series

nsfw - do not read or interact if you are under 18

cw - non-idol!au, porn without plot, pegging, strapless strap on, feminization, dirty talk(?), crossdressing, nipple play, spit, 'tits' + 'pussy' + 'cunt' used to refer to seonghwa's body, 'cock' used to refer to a dildo, they have sex in hongjoong's bed

word count: 2.8k

There was something about Seonghwa that made people stop and stare. Aside from his pouty lips and bright laugh and slightly indecent habit of running his tongue over his bottom lip whenever someone caught his eye, he always carried himself as though he knew just how much everybody wanted to reach out and touch him.

He always bent over just a little too far in his too-short short skirts when he noticed someone looking at his ass and always made a point to wear the most expensive bras he could find beneath almost transparent crop tops (and always made a point to show them off whenever he got the chance). He was the kind of guy that made parents cover their children’s eyes while making them gawk unabashedly, and he’d grin at them all the while. He was it girl material from head to toe. And it just so happened that this it girl was all but infatuated with you.

It started slow, with his hand lingering on your wrist when he was beside you and his smiles becoming just a little brighter around you, tongue always peeking out between his teeth whenever you complimented him or allowed him to indulge in more than just casual skinship by tucking his fingertips below the waistband of your jeans. After that it happened all at once, with his panties on Hongjoong’s bathroom floor and your cum on his face while the rest of Hongjoong’s party guests knocked on the bathroom door with slowly increasing desperation.

It had become more or less a habit since then - Seonghwa would wear his pretty clothes and fluster strangers, lips coated in shiny lipgloss and his legs pretty as he clacked along in fluffy heels, and then he’d let you rail him until his brain checked out. So when you spotted Seonghwa’s powder pink acrylic nails and rhinestone top weaving through the rest of the party guests from your spot on Hongjoong’s sofa, it was no surprise that you could already feel your fingers tingling with anticipation.

“There you are!” Seonghwa called out when he reached you, lips forming a proud smile as he sat himself down in your lap as though he belonged there. “Couldn’t find you for a second.”

He smelled of strawberries and rum when he leaned in and rearranged himself so that he was straddling you, your hands easily finding his waist to pull him closer to you.

“You look pretty today angel,” you complimented. You watched with a smile as his cheeks turned visibly pink even in the low light of Hongjoong’s living room.

“I know. I wore something pretty for you too,” he hummed, his smile growing into a grin.

“Yeah?” you asked, enjoying the barely audible ‘mhm’ Seonghwa let up in response. “Why don’t you show me princess?”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip quickly as he lifted the bottom of his top just enough for you to see a sliver of sheer pink satin before he laughed and dropped the top.

“Hongjoong’s bedroom is free,” he said, arching his back slightly in that showy way you recognised from whenever he was trying to get someone’s attention. Sure enough, one glance past him revealed a number of people looking him up and down, and the dark grin on Seonghwa’s lips suggested that he knew he was the centre of attention all too well as he grinded down into your lap. “Unless you want me to show you right here in front of-”

His words were cut short when you landed a quick slap on his ass, his jaw dropping open in surprise. He let out a whimper when you moved your hand back up to his waist.

“Why don’t we go upstairs before you get too impatient and drop your panties right here in front of everyone?” you asked, earning yourself an eager nod from Seonghwa who was already lifting himself off of your lap. His tight skirt shifted up his thighs as you got up and let him lead the way from the sofa up to Hongjoong’s room, this time paying no attention to the eyes on him in his rush to get there.

It was endearing the way he almost stumbled over his feet as he pushed Hongjoong’s bedroom door open, hand closing around your wrist to tug you in after him. That illusion was broken when he locked the door behind him with practised ease, however, reminding you of the dozens of times he’d used this room to get himself off with you or whoever else he fancied, an amused smile playing on your lips at the thought of just how greedy he always was.

“Come on,” he practically hissed at you, pulling you towards the bed only to push you down the second you were close to it, your back up against the headboard as he straddled your lap. You watched his tongue run over his bottom lip as he lazily moved his hips against you, grinning when you pushed your hands up beneath his top, running your fingertips over the fabric beneath that he was so eager to show off. “Take it off, don’t you want to see what I got for you?”

“Desperate,” you scolded, playing with the fabric without lifting his top any further. The word only seemed to spur him on, his lips sticky with lipgloss when he pressed a borderline chaste kiss to your lips.

“You’re gonna love it,” he whispered, lifting the hem of his top slowly until you ran out of patience, pulling it off of him yourself to reveal a sheer pink bra. You groaned quietly at the sight of the pink straps stretched over Seonghwa’s shoulders and collarbones and his nipples showing through the fabric. Without warning you pinched his nipples, grinning at the sharp gasp he let out before he laughed and pushed his chest forward into your touch. “I told you you’d love it.”

“Fuck yeah I do. God, your tits are so pretty,” you mumbled, twisting his nipples through the bra. He squirmed on your lap, blinking at you with teary eyes and a pout on his lips that quickly disappeared when you twisted his nipples through the fabric. His eyes squeezed shut as his jaw dropped open, his breath hot on your lips when he leaned in to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, all tongue and spit and whiny moans. When you landed a slap on the right side of his chest he rolled his hips harder against you, grinding his hard on onto your crotch. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Such a pretty girl.”

“Mhm,” he whined, littering open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. You gripped his ass and dragged his hips forward, making him grind down even harder. The action made Seonghwa choke on his own breath, shuddering in your hold. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“Watch your mouth,” you warned, slapping his ass with enough force to bruise. “Don’t think I won’t leave you here just because your cunt’s dripping for me.”

“Sorry,” he groaned, teeth digging into your skin as he sucked and flicked his tongue against the spot on your neck where he could feel a vein pulsing beneath your skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please just do something.”

You were tempted to make him beg more, but when he pulled back to look at you with that pouty face, squeezing his chest through his bra and humping your thighs like his life depended on it, your resolve went out the window.

“Face down,” you instructed, slapping his ass once more. “With your cute ass up in the air for me, okay?”

You’d have laughed at how quickly Seonghwa rearranged himself on the bed if it wasn’t for the desperate whine that he let out, back forming a pretty arch as he reached behind himself to pull his skirt up and his lacy panties down. You swore under your breath, pressing two fingers against his hole and watching in awe how easily he opened up for you.

“D’you fuck yourself open before coming here?” you asked amusedly, grinning when he only let out a quiet moan in response. His voice increased in volume as you pushed your middle finger into him, the lack of lube making the movement tedious but even then Seonghwa only continued to moan, reaching back to hold onto your wrist. His nails dug into your skin when he squeezed your wrist, making you clench your jaw. “What is it baby?”

Seonghwa whimpered. When you shifted your position to look at his face you couldn’t help but coo at his flushed cheeks and wet lashes, mascara already beginning to run and paint his lower lashline with smudgy black. He squirmed impatiently when you placed a kiss on his cheek and pulled your finger out of him.

“Okay dollface,” you reassured him. “I’ll give you what you need.”

The sigh of relief he let out when you stripped off your jeans was endearing enough to make you giggle, discarding them to the side before focusing your attention on him again. You hollowed your cheeks as you gathered saliva in your mouth, feeling heat pool in your stomach at the way Seonghwa cried out when you spat on his hole. Even now, on the verge of crying from the unhurried and brief foreplay, he was pretty enough to make you want to stop and stare, clenching around nothing as precum dripped slowly from the tip of his cock onto the sheets below him.

You picked up the lube on Hongjoong’s bedside table (strawberry flavoured, as expected of Seonghwa’s best friend), coating your fingers in it before once again pushing them into Seonghwa. This time the slide was easy enough for you to push your fingers in without any resistance, scissoring them inside of him until he started moving his hips in time with your movements, shamelessly fucking himself back onto your fingers.

“You like how my fingers feel in your pussy?” you asked, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice. Seonghwa let out a breathless ‘uh-huh’, voice rising in pitch when you pushed another finger into him.

“Feels so fucking good,” he whined, words muffled from how he was pushing his face into the mattress. “Want you to fuck me until I can’t stand - want you to fuck my tits and cum all over my face. Fuck-”

The moan he let out when you curled your fingers inside of him was loud enough for anyone walking by the door to hear - and most likely anybody in the house to hear - but Seonghwa didn’t seem bothered at all, a string of loud moans filling the room as you continued to fuck three fingers into him. His thighs trembled as he tightened around you, spilling more precum onto the bed.

“You’re so fucking wet,” you muttered, still unused to just how easy Seonghwa was to please. With one more thrust of your fingers Seonghwa seemed to snap, outright sobbing into the mattress below him.

“I’m going to cum, please,” he gasped, grabbing your wrist once again. You had to bite your tongue not to tease him for how quickly he got worked up. “Please let me cum on your cock, please.”

One more twist of your fingers inside of him was enough to make him squeal, pressing his thighs together. He was so gorgeous when he fell apart like this.

“Of course,” you whispered, trying to soothe him as you pulled your fingers out of him. His hole clenched around nothing as he dropped flat onto the bed, letting you lift him and throw him onto his back with no complaint whatsoever. You flicked one of his nipples, amused by how his jaw dropped open to breathe a soft moan when you did so. “Anything for you. Pretty whore.”

Seonghwa blushed at the words, hands idly playing with his chest as he watched you rummage around Hongjoong’s drawers to find the strapless strap on you’d been keeping here since you started sleeping with Seonghwa. A smile played on his lips when you coated the strapless toy in lube before sliding it inside of you. You sighed at the feeling of the dildo inside of you, pushing up against your g-spot and making you shudder before you even pushed into him.

“You’re pretty,” Seonghwa whispered as you lined up with his entrance, eyes half-lidded as you leaned in to kiss him before the compliment could fluster you. Both your moans were muffled against each other’s lips as you pushed into him, Seonghwa’s tongue warm as he clumsily licked into your mouth. The feeling of him bucking his hips impatiently beneath you while your end of the strap fucked into you with each thrust had you practically dripping, filling the room with the wet and lewd sound of lube and slick and skin on skin with each of your rough thrusts into Seonghwa.

“You’re prettier,” you murmured against his kiss-swollen lips, lifting a hand to wipe away the smudges of mascara tears on his cheeks. The compliment made Seonghwa moan, eyes squeezing shut as he arched his back. You smiled, slowing your thrusts and lifting his legs to hook them over your shoulders. The new position had the strap on pressing against your clit, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to maintain your pace.

“You gonna cum inside me?” Seonghwa asked as soon as he noticed the change in your movements, toes curling as a particularly rough thrust pressed right up against his prostate. “You gonna knock me up? Cum in my pussy and make me squirt?”

You groaned, slapping his ass hard enough to make him flinch.

“You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth, you know that?” you muttered, rubbing your thumbs over his nipples until his lips formed that desperate pout of his again, tears welling in his eyes and threatening to spill over. You clenched harder around the strap inside of you, swearing under your breath. The noise Seonghwa made when you wrapped a hand around his leaking dick was borderline obscene, his back arching as he came all but instantly all over your fist and his skirt while he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to make himself wince.

The longer you fucked him through his orgasm the shakier he became, your name falling from his lips over and over alongside a landslide of slurred curse words until he was incomprehensible. Even as you felt your own orgasm building you couldn’t help but laugh at the mess of a man beneath you, rubbing the tip of your finger against the head of his cock and grinning at the vulgar sound he made when you did so.

“Good girl,” you mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you continued to chase your orgasm, rutting into him until he was trembling from the overstimulation. Just as he began to cry, one last thrust pushed you over the edge, your legs shaking as you stilled and came around the toy inside of you. Seonghwa let out a whine as you stopped moving, pulling you down for a kiss that wasn’t much more than him biting at your bottom lip and panting into your mouth while you rode out your orgasm, hips lazily rolling forwards into his.

You stayed like that for a little while, catching your breath and kissing the dishevelled man beneath you until the stickiness between your legs became uncomfortable enough to make you pull out of him. Both of you sighed as the toy slipped out of Seonghwa first and then out of you, your hands gently taking hold of Seonghwa’s legs to lift them from your shoulders and let them rest on the bed. He let out a pleased sound at the action and grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you in for another, softer, kiss.

“I fucking love you,” he murmured, a dopey smile on his face when you broke the kiss to stroke his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“I know angelface,” you hummed in reply, pressing a few short kisses to his lips before sitting up and stretching. Seonghwa’s eyes never left your face even as you got up and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table to clean yourself up, his cheeks flushing pinker the longer he watched you.

“You want to have drinks at my place?” he asked, still smiling when you gave him a confused look. “I can’t stay here looking like- whatever slutty mess I look like right now.”

You snorted. He wasn’t wrong about that, with his mascara having run down his cheeks and temples and cum staining his skirt. You threw him the box of tissues and smiled back at him.

“Sounds good.”

╰(￣ω￣ｏ)꒰thank you for reading!꒱

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streetkittyclaws · 2 years

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🖤💗🖤

turned the pink sculpted press ons i made into black french tips xo

update: i rlly wanted to keep these nails kinda plain but idk how to do plain and added left over sanrio charms i made and nail art using a dotting tool~

((pink tinted monomer + clear acrylic sculpted press ons w black acrylic paint french tips))

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gay-sin · 6 months

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crocheting yarn is praying to god

i have spent a good amount of my free time lately thinking about yarn. i won a bid on ebay and bought some white mohair from a seller in florida for a great price. today i spent a very long time trying to get to a yarn store in cambridge. i had a lot of transit complications and had to walk a long time in the rain. i got there with my jeans and belongings soaked. my phone is in rice at the moment. it was worth it though because the store was amazing. it had so many kinds of quality yarns. i went around feeling them all for what must have been an hour. i tried to intuit what worsted vs woolen yarn was. there are so many things i don't know about yarn. all of the plastic yarns were very cheap. some wool yarn was cheap but the cheap wool felt very scratchy. i wanted soft yarn. i got two balls of 100% merino wool in bubble gum and rococo pink. i think i will make leg warmers with them. i'm not sure yet. i spent a long time feeling the alpaca yarn. i let myself splurge and get a $20 skein of 100% alpaca yarn in a muted blue color. the tag said that the yarn was "non-mulesed" which i read as non-molested. turns out mulesing is "a painful procedure that involves cutting crescent-shaped flaps of skin from around a lamb's breech and tail using sharp shears designed specifically for this purpose." i looked up photos but i don't recommend that you do.

as an artist, there are always so many factors to consider when choosing materials. i have always preferred trash/found materials as they are the most affordable. there is so much that ends up in landfills so why not use these things to make art? i love the poetics of things that were thrown aside being given new life. i've always preferred thrifting clothing, yarn, fabric. but what i have realized with yarn, though, is that it is very hard to find quality yarn like that. most yarn is mixed with acrylic or polyester. before i took a class on fibers in the spring, i had no idea what my clothes were really made of. now i think about it a lot. i'm trying to train my senses to decipher these things. i had no idea that clothes could even be made out of plastic and now the thought that most clothes are made with plastic really disturbs me. if you can't tell if yarn is plastic, you can burn it and tell by the smell. i'm becoming a detective, trying to find the imposters in a world where the plastic version is so goddamn convincing. it makes me uneasy. it feels very metaphorical.

in my fiber arts class, we read chapters of books written by anni albers. she was an artist that co-founded the black mountain college. i want to go back and dive deeply into these things that i only had the time to skim in school. i wanted to reread this article we had to read of hers from class. it is called "tactile sensibilities" but i needed an institution login to read the whole thing. i hate academia.... i could access the first page though and it had the main points. i wanted to use them to discuss yarn. so here are a couple quotes...

"No wonder a faculty that is so largely unemployed in our daily plodding and bustling is degenerating. Our materials come to us already ground and chipped and crushed and powdered and mixed and sliced, so that only the finale in the long sequence of operations from matter to product is left to us: we merely toast the bread." "We touch things to assure ourselves of reality. We touch the objects of our love. We touch the things we form. Our tactile experiences are elemental. If we reduce their range, as we do when we reduce the necessity to form things ourselves, we grow lopsided."

i spent a long time wanting to make pointless art, just art for the sake of art. i still do sometimes but i have been very invested in fiber arts. they are the opposite of pointless art. it is so practical, ancient, useful. i have found a deep love for it that grounds me in ways i didn't even know that i needed so badly. i think there are so many things about the way we live now in such an industrialized, hyper-individualist plastic world that we are completely unaware the harms of.

i am very interested in religion and ritual and i love how this intersects with fiber arts for me. crocheting feels like a prayer. it feels like healing. i don't really like to crochet with plastic because it feels like it cuts me off from the cycle of it all. yesterday i started my day by crocheting for a long time before work. it put me in a beautiful mood and i felt patient and at ease all day. i have been needing that. i've been in such a bad mood for awhile, so tense, always in a rush. the yarn was wool and it sorta looked like the yarn that i had spun when i tried to spin yarn. it was thicker in some spots than others, making it feel real. i could imagine someone spinning it. spinning is such a beautiful process and i respect it so much. i hated it because it was so hard. it requires so much balance. i love the look of a spinning wheel. it reminds me of fairytales. i guess that just shows how far we have come from doing these things with our hands.... but anyways, i could imagine the sheep that grew the wool, the person that sheared the sheep. the yarn was probably spun by a machine, not a person, but i like to imagine it was spun on a wheel by a person. then, i crochet with the yarn. my crocheting is not a work of individual artistic genius, but the finishing step in a long process of labor and art, across time, species, places on earth. i'm employing techniques used for such a long time before me by so many wise and beautiful human beings. techniques i didn't invent and that i am still a humble beginner at. i make things that i can feel, touch, use, give. they can be used to keep me or those i love warmer in the winter, to hold my things, to make me feel more like myself. then, the things i make with these fibers can be reused or reworked when i no longer use them. when they fall apart, they can be reabsorbed into the earth, maybe they will become soil that will grow grass, that will be eaten by a sheep that will grow wool... the process continues. i am a small participant. that is a prayer to me. that is god to me.

this is what we lose when we don't make things with our hands, when we don't know where things come from. these are the skills that are deemed frivolous and inessential, not fast enough to turn profit. i think that these things are legitimately essential to being a person. most of fiber arts is historically women's work, based in traditions of indigenous people. it is not taken seriously in this culture and it is a shame because i really think that this is having grave consequences on everyone's wellbeing.

i was talking to my roommate's dad about how he had a maid when he lived in africa. he paid her very little but he said that it was still more than the norm. he said she could go get an education and "better herself" to get more money like him. it was a long conversation and there are so many layers to that mentality that are fuckedddd. but i just really don't understand how people actually believe that doing busy work for a corporation on a computer all day does anything of importance or requires any real intelligence at all. how is that "bettering yourself"? to alienate yourself even from your own space, never even touching the things you live with except to use them and toss them wherever for someone else to clean up?? the countless skills that come with cleaning are baffling to me. i have so much respect for cleaners. i am always learning the importance of cleaning and trying to do it well. i am naturally terrible at it and am currently trying my best to be better. to me, an office job is the place most void of intelligence. it's not at all the sort of intelligence that really matters to being alive or understanding what that means. whatever.

anyways, i made a bunny hat last weekend and i haven't been able to stop wearing it. it makes me so happy. i am very content with the idea of it getting colder because i will stay inside and crochet things. i will get to wear silly hats. i have been wearing the hat to work and the kids love it. people on the streets smile at me more. lots of people compliment me on it. for some reason, it makes me feel more like myself. maybe i'm a little bit of a furry. i made it with acrylic yarn because i had bought some awhile ago but i still really like it. maybe i will make one out of mohair. i want one with bigger ears. i want a collection of animal/monster hatwear.

here is a photo of me in the bunny hat and a drawing that one of the kids drew of me in the hat. i let the little girl that drew the picture try on the hat. it was so big on her little head. she is 5 and i love her very much.

#fiber art #yarn crafts #crochet yarn #yarn #wool #alpaca yarn #anni albers #god

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donatellawritings · 15 days

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does bff!rafe ever yell at latina reader? like does he ever correct her/put her in her place like he would prolly be so hot

he’s kinda mean in this one sorry :(

it wasn’t an often occurrence for you to be put in your place by rafe, but it did happen at times. you were always so perky and bubbly that just couldn’t contain yourself, or you worked yourself out to the point of being a restless little brat. nevertheless, rafe wasn’t afraid to check you back into reality, if needed — plus, he was your bestest friend in this world, he couldn’t steer your wrong! and sure, to the public eye, his methods would seem to be a bit harsh, but you knew deep down that rafe was a man, and men had a duty to take care of the ones they love and keep them in a straight line, right?

today had been one of those days — you were sat next to rafe, all pretty and dolled up, your soft makeup enhanced but your fresh set of lash extensions and dior gloss that glazed your swollen lips, tiffany earrings glinting under the sun as you sat in your slinky cherry blossom skims dress, your feet adorned with miu miu mules. too bad, your doll-like cadence was quickly soured by the displeased frown that painted your face, your doe eyes squinted as you mindlessly chewed on your acrylic nail.

you got off on being the center of rafe’s attention, so having to take the backseat to some blonde kook who was schmooze some free coke out of him was a serious no-no.

crossing your arms, you subconsciously pushed your tits further against your chest, flipping your tousled and freshly layered hair over your shoulder, “fucking pendeja,” you mumbled, just loud enough for rafe to turn to you, his sunglasses covering the silencing glare that he sent your way.

“cut it out,” rafe warns, his voice low as he returns his attention back to the pathetic blonde, leaving you dumbfounded and a bit embarrassed.

letting out an unimpressed scoff, you raise from your seat, making your way over to barry who stood with a knowing smirk of his face, “what’s goin’ on, princesa — country club pissin’ y’off again?” he chuckles, taking a sip from the chilled bottle of beer that sat in his grip.

smoothing a manicure hand down your hip, you shrug, batting your full lashes, “i wanna go home, m’bored,” you announce, adjusting the strap of your cream mini prada bag that sat on your shoulder, “a mi no me importa que el dice — he’s mean,” you continue, earning a raised eyebrow from barry.

“if i took y’little ass home, that boy would freak out and m’not dealin’ with his crazy ass,” barry sighs, not missing the way you quickly whipped your head back to rafe, a low huff leaving your lips as he continued flashing his million dollar smile at the ditsy blonde, “yo, he’s just doin’ business, a’ight? don’t need to get all sad,” barry consoles, earning a forced smile from you.

with a small and uneasy nod, you turn your pretty little head to find rafe your rafe man spread with the blonde sat right on his lap, whispering little nothings into her ear as she snorts a line clean off of the coffee table. hot tears were quick to brim at your waterline as you stand with parted lips, your heart beating in your chest as you whip your head back to barry, who ran a stressed hand over his face.

your sad little head could barely process all of the emotions and thoughts that crashed over you. rafe was supposed to be your best friend — he wasn’t supposed to hurt you, he was supposed to be yours. he kissed you, he took you shopping, he danced with you, he read novels with you, he knew you better than you knew yourself … you were supposed to be his girl.

keeping your wet bambi eyes trained on your feet, you let out a quiet whimper, “barry, can you please take me home?” you asked politely, quickly knuckling your stream of tears as barry wordlessly nodded, nudging your forearm with the surface of his rough hand.

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

sat on your fluffy powder pink duvet, thumb in mouth, you managed to chip the pearlescent polish that coated you structured nail, knees curled into your chest. your dress had been swapped for tiny pink shorts and a skimpy white camisole that clung to your frame. barry was so nice to you, even making sure that you were inside of your house, before he sped off.

you was sparkly eyes now blinked all swollen from your relentless tears, nose and cheeks flushed as the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer to your locked bedroom door, pulling your thumb out of your mouth, you sniffle as rafe’s voice calls out from the other side of your door, his hand fumbling with the secure knob, “c’mon kid, just open the door, yeah? i know y’mad at me,” he sighs, taking a brief pause from jiggling the door knob, before sending a light shove into the door, “i swear to god, i’ll fuckin’ break this door,” he calls out, sending a harder shove into the door.

your doe eyes widened with fear as you hopped off of your bed, rafe’s frustrated hits against the door growing harder as you pad over to unlock the door, barefoot and all.

wrapping your small hand around the knob, you coyly open the door, your short and meek frame met with an impatient rafe who towered over you with blown pupils, “fuck are y’doing, leavin’ with barry, huh?” he questions menacingly, his button-up now revealing his firm chest as he tongues the inside of his cheek, “y-y’say that slick shit while m’doin business, and then y’wanna fuckin’ leave?” he laughs, completely unamused as he cocks his head to the side.

remaining silent, you shrug, bottom lip poked out into a pout as you reach to softly close the door behind rafe, “i dunno,” you whimper, your voice cracked as rafe shoves your arm away from the door, before slamming it shut and locking it with a forceful hand.

“i let y’spoiled ass get away with a looot of shit, don’t i? y’get your little fuckin’ attitude — who’s the one that fixes it, huh?!” rafe asks rhetorically, jabbing his fingers into his chest as you squeeze your dolly eyes shut, stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

letting out an unfazed scoff, rafe shoots a hand out to latch onto your jaw, painfully mushing your cheeks together, “y’think i let people bitch me around, princess? look at me when m’talkin to you!” he shouts, your dewy eyes fluttering open as a choked-up cry leaves your pillowy lips.

gently pawing at rafe’s flexed wrist, your eyes soften, “y’scaring me, papi,” you squeak out, small shorts wedged between your ass cheeks as rafe’s eyes shoot down to the bff locket that sits between the valet of you supple breasts.

returning his eyesight to meet yours, rafe swiftly removes his hand from your sore jaw as he grabs ahold of your waist, spinning you to face your bed as he bends you over the edge of your bed. muffled cries leave your lips, the side of your face mushed against your duvet as rafe’s front pushes against the exposed curves of your ass.

“rafe— stop—”

“m’scarin you, yeah? y’wanna know what a guy like barry would do to your little ass?” rafe mutters, his strong hand maintaining its hold on the back of your head.

“rafe, stop! please!” you scream, pure terror in your voice as you hiccup against the sheets, loud sobs heaving out of you as rafe abruptly pulls away from you.

pained cries seep out of your mouth as you remained bent over, fat teardrops soaking your duvet as you mewl into the soft plush, you heart raced a million miles a minute, shaky hands reaching to cover your own mouth.

passing a hand through his buzzed hair, rafe lets out a shaky breath, the sound of your sharp and intense cries ringing through his ears as he shakes his head, he knew that he went entirely too far. you remained on your bent, your small frame shuddering with shock as your eyes squeezed shut, your wet lashes clumped together.

laying a hesitant hand to your sweaty lower back, rafe winces in shame as you flinch away from his touch with a scared little sob, “fuck — mama, please — m’sorry a’ight,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his ringed finger and thumb, your sharp cries becoming entirely too much for him to bear, “okay-okay, m’gonna sit you on my lap, okay?” he coos, his palm sliding down your back in soothing strokes.

tucking his bottom lip underneath his sharp teeth, rafe waits until your cries has somewhat subsided, before he gently pulls you into his sturdy arms. still skittish, you keep your eyes shut, burying your face to hide in the crook of his cologne-scented neck. low cries sniffle from your nose as rafe carefully maneuvers himself to lean against the headboard of your bed, while keeping you securely curled against him.

“there we go,” he mumbles under his breath, gently placing one of your legs to straddle over him, you back arched as your small hands fist into his shirt for dear life.

raising a hand to stroke over your hair, rafe presses his lips to the side of your head, lightly caressing you, until your breathing evened out, your eyes still closed.

adjusting the waistband of your pink shorts, rafe gently pats your poked out ass, his other hand now scratching at your scalp as he leans his lips closer to your ear, “can y’open your eyes for me — miss those pretty eyes,” rafe asks, his voice light and airy as your fists unravel from his shirt.

slowly raising your head from rafe’s chest, you let out a smooth huff, the tip of your nose shiny as your bloodshot eyes meet rafe’s. allowing his pink lips to expand into a satisfied smile, rafe nudges your chin, “hi pretty girl … didn’t mean to scare y’like tha—”

“i thought you were going to hurt me, papi. i-i don’t like when you get like that,” you rush out, licking over your dry lips, your fingers lazily fumbling with the hem of rafe’s shirt.

mindlessly drumming his hands against the sides of your hips, rafe nods in agreeance, “i know, sweetheart an—”

“and i left, because you w-were with that stupid girl and you let her sit on your lap … you only let me do that,” you cut in once more, tits stretching against the thin fabric of your cami as you take in a shaky inhale, still not secure enough to maintain an elongated eye contact with rafe.

bringing both hands to cradle your face, rafe raises your head, requiring your full attention, “gotta let me talk for this one, okay?” he reprimands softly, earning a short nod from you.

just as rafe parted his lips to continue, you sighed, “only i can sit on your lap, mi vida,” you whine.

accepting defeat, rafe nods, pulling you in by your bff necklace to get you in a warm kiss. a gasp of shock seeped into rafe’s mouth from yours as he pulls away with a loud and wet smack, “i know, kid.”

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #bff!rafe #rafe x reader

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squirreltastic · 1 year

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Excuse you, they are dating.

[PHOTO ID: tweet from user RenIsDead. It reads 'bring back little guys!' In all caps. The attached image has two drawings of cat plushies. On the left is a big headed large eyes pink cat, the cat is pink with blue eyes with a yellow star on the left cheek and a pink heart on the right cheek. There are little hearts as ear detail.

To the right is a kitten proportioned grey plush with darker grey stripes and white tips to the paws there is a tiny white collar with a pink string bow at the neck. The face is realistically proportioned with tiny black eyes.

Below this is my drawing of two lolitas in coordinating outfits to the plushes they represent. The drawing is traditional in pen and colored pencil.

The left girl is in a punk lolita coord with a split wig in pink and purple-pink with blunt bangs. She has yellow bows with tiny yellow dots. She has a yellow star hair clip with a blue backing. She has gem cat ears. She is wearing large blue circle lenses and has over drawn eyes with two pink stars under them. She has pink and purple-pink acrylic heart earrings. She has a studded black bracelet, and star and heart themed nails. Her coord consists of black and pink suspenders, a t shirt with pink sleeves and purple-pink trim. There is black lace along the neck hole, purple-pink trim and the main part of the skirt is black. The skirt is a asymmetrical bustle in black and purple-pink trim. The main skirt is purple-pink with yellow lace trim. The belt is black with a silver heart decorative buckle. She doesn't have rights on and has high pink boots on. Tiny metal hearts are at the ankled with strap detailing. The boots are thick and heel platforms.

Both are posed looking at the camera with one arm around each other and the other hand is in a peace sign. The girl on the right is supposed to have a darker shade of skin compared to the girl on left but is lost in the photo.

Girl on right has short wavy brownish-red hair with tiny Sailor chibi moon style cat ear buns. She has blunt bangs and a pink headband. She has added blush to her cheeks. Her collar is white with a black stripe it's squared off, which continued with the cuffs, the blouse is long sleeve with a black strip. She has white gloves on. She has a pink string bow. The dress is a jsk style the torso having a special middle panel that is pink with grey lace and grey roses. She has a black waist tie. The skirt is grey with art at the bottom. The design in grey scale with a ribbon in pink. The depicted art is of a cat with a bow with white paws, a desk mirror, a striped powder box, a large crystal bottle with a tiny bow and a cameo sticker on the front in pink. There is also roses in the background and pearls along the ribbon. You can see the tail of another cat with a dark tip tail. The skirt has dark grey lace along the trim. Her tights are grey with darker grey stripes and her shoes are white with pink details. END ID]

The punk coord is this one with some details changed

#My art #My other #Egl fashion #Egl art

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fuzzydreamin · 1 year

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OC Appearance

Thanks for the tag @bokatan No-pressure mutual tags: @cl4ssicist-sky @jcwdrawskinda @winterpaladin-ao3 @vnknowncrow @raid3r-r4bbit @theartofblossoming

Nora and Al under the cut

Nora

BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels. ---

Alberta

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

HAIR

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

#oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson #fuzzy.oc

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