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bywons · 29 days ago

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𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝗉𝗃𝗌 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1O45 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢／

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“you learned how to do braids for me, didn’t you?”

jay’s fingers pause in your hair, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

your voice is light, teasing, but he feels it like a punch to the gut. you’re sitting between his legs on your bed, his fingers gently working through the strands of your hair, and your question knocks the balance right out of him.

he clears his throat, trying to sound casual. “what? no. obviously not.”

you raise a brow, but keep your eyes forward. “really?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, too quickly. “i learned it for… for my niece.”

you turn slightly, just enough to shoot him a playful look. “your niece who lives overseas?”

jay blinks. “yeah. we… we facetime.”

“you braid her hair over facetime?” you ask, stifling a laugh.

he wants to die. “look, it’s called remote support,” he mutters.

you giggle, leaning back slightly so your shoulder brushes his knee. he thinks he might pass out.

“can you hand me the hair tie?” jay asks in a lower, sweeter tone, praying his voice wouldn’t actually betray the blush on his face.

“i already gave you one,” you reply, a little confused. did he lose your hair tie?

jay doesn’t tell you the truth—that he spent hours watching tutorials at 2am just to figure out the perfect method. that he practiced on a pillow. that he kept the hair tie you left in his car one night and never gave it back. that he wears it on his wrist like a silent confession.

“oh,” jay murmurs, staring at the hair tie on his wrist like it just betrayed him, “c-can i get another one?”

jay screams and begs internally, he doesn’t want to let go of the one on his wrist.

“sure,” you chirp after a pause, glancing at your hair tie already wrapped around his wrist, “here.”

he finishes the braid in silence, fingers trembling only slightly as he loops the elastic you just handed him. not the one on his wrist. he can’t let go of that one.

“done,” he says quietly, voice low and careful. “do you like it?”

you turn to look at him fully, and the moment you meet his eyes, his breath catches.

“it’s cute,” you say, lifting your fingers to touch the end of the braid. “a little messy. but i like it.”

he smiles, but it’s tight. strained. like he’s holding something back.

you tilt your head. “still for your niece?”

jay hesitates.

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him.

“no,” he says, finally. it’s soft, but honest. “not for her.”

your lips part. surprise flickers across your face, but you don’t pull away. you don’t move at all. you just wait.

so he breathes in, then out. and tells the truth.

“i learned it for you,” he says. “because you always forget your hair ties. because the ends of your braids are never even. because i wanted to help. because i wanted to be the one who noticed.”

you don’t respond immediately. just stare at him like he’s something delicate and golden, like he just dropped his heart in your hands and you’re afraid to squeeze too hard.

“i like when you notice,” you whisper.

he leans in.

it happens fast, but it doesn’t feel rushed. it feels inevitable. his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath your eye, and then his lips are on yours.

your breath hitches in your throat, but you kiss him back without hesitation. it’s soft at first—slow, searching, a quiet question.

then your hand fists in the fabric of his sleeve and he deepens the kiss with a quiet sound in the back of his throat, like he’s been holding this in for too long. your mouths move together in perfect, breathless sync, like you’ve both waited forever.

you gasp when he nips lightly at your bottom lip, and he immediately soothes the sting with a gentle kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharply against your lips.

when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, flushed.

“that wasn’t bad,” you whisper, eyes half-lidded.

jay raises a brow, lips pink. “not bad?”

you hum. “for someone who braids with trembling hands.”

he lets out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “you think that was good?” he murmurs. “i’m better with practice.”

you smirk, leaning forward so your noses bump. “then prove it.”

his smile disappears into another kiss—this one deeper, hungrier. he shifts, slowly guiding you down to the bed, your back hitting the mattress as his weight presses into you, careful and warm. his hand cups your cheek again, the other braced beside your head.

you whimper softly when his lips drag down to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. his nose nudges the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and your breath hitches when he plants the softest kiss there.

“you’re seriously dangerous,” you mumble, breathless.

“you started it,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

your hands find his shoulders, your fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath his shirt. he kisses you again, slower this time, more drawn out—like he’s savoring you, memorizing the taste, the feel.

when he finally pulls back, just enough to see your face, his eyes are darker than before. “you okay?”

you nod, lips parted. “yeah. just… wondering why you waited so long.”

he shrugs, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “i was too busy learning how to braid.”

you giggle, the sound muffled when he kisses you again—gentle but insistent.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you say between kisses.

jay grins. “you’re lucky i’m hopelessly in love with you.”

you blink.

he freezes.

but then you smile—slow, soft, radiant. “hopelessly?”

“completely,” he says. “terminal case.”

you pull him back down, kissing him again, arms wrapping around his neck. “good.”

jay kisses you like it’s all he knows. like he was made for it. and as he curls up beside you, your legs tangled together, he glances down at the black hair tie on his wrist.

he’s never taking it off.

not now.

not ever.

스루 ܃ for my goat @boyfhee ! happiest birthday, caelcium >< i love you smsmsm, i hope you like this one hehe 💗

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ursulawhosoever · 8 months ago

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🌸Nyx Lip Pencil + Manhattan Gloss + Revolution Gloss🌸

Nyx Lip Pencil: Expresso

Manhattahn Gloss: 56N

Revolution Gloss: Distortion

Song : Again - Flyleaf 💕

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proluxcosmetics · 1 month ago

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Why Is the Prolux Live in Color Eyeshadow Palette a Must-Have?

Still carrying five different products for one look? The Prolux Live in Color Eyeshadow Palette includes 35 shades for eyes, blush, and contour in one sleek design. Beauty lovers everywhere swear by its bold pigments and smooth blend. You’ll save time, space, and still look flawless. Grab it now before it’s gone.

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thebananniediariesbyannie · 4 months ago

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Galentine’s Day Glam YouTube Tutorial: Get the Look for You and Your Besties!

valentine's day is NOT just for couples—it’s a celebration of all the amazing women in your life! whether you’re spending the day with your gal pals, video chatting with the girls, or hosting a fun night in, you deserve a glam look that’s both easy to achieve and fabulous for the occasion. (or save this look for another night out!)

watch the tutorial here 👇 (as always, you can shop these products through the links within this blog post - thank you in advance for using my links as it allows me to continue sharing these tutorials with you)

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today’s galentine’s day makeup tutorial is all about creating a flawless, fresh-faced glow with some of the best beauty products out there. i’ll walk you through each step and share the products i used to create this stunning look.

Products Used and links to shop:

e.l.f. Cosmetics Mini Power Grip Primer with Niacinamide

to get started, i always begin with a smooth base. the e.l.f. mini power grip primer is a must-have—it grips foundation beautifully, providing a dewy and fresh look. plus, the niacinamide helps keep skin hydrated and balanced!

Catrice Cosmetics Under Eye Brightener

for bright, refreshed eyes, i love using the catrice cosmetics under eye brightener. it works wonders at concealing dark circles and making your eyes pop. just a dab under the eyes, and you’ll look wide awake and ready to take on the day.

Tower 28 Tinted Sunscreen in Shade 20 Mulholland

next, for my foundation, i go for a lightweight, buildable option like the tower 28 tinted sunscreen. it provides light to medium coverage while still allowing my natural skin to shine through. the sunscreen is an added bonus for protection! i apply it with my subtl beauty travel brush, which makes it super easy to blend.

Dibs Glow Tour Duo in Starlit

for that galentine’s glow, i apply the dibs glow tour duo in starlit. the highlighter gives the perfect shimmer to the high points of my face, while the bronzer adds just the right amount of warmth. this duo gives your skin that radiant, sun-kissed vibe.

Anastasia Beverly Hills Clear Brow Gel

i swear by the anastasia beverly hills clear brow gel for keeping my brows in place without the crunch of other brow gels. it’s perfect for a natural brow look without any flakiness or stiffness.

Rare Beauty Setting Powder

to keep everything in place, i set my makeup with the rare beauty setting powder. this powder mattifies and locks everything in without making your skin look dry, which is essential for a fresh finish. the shade i’m using is porcelain.

Kylie Cosmetics Brow Pomade

for more defined brows, i love using the kylie cosmetics brow pomade. this product gives a defined, sculpted brow that frames the face beautifully. i use the pomade with a small angled brush for precision.

Anastasia Beverly Hills Mini Eyeshadow Palette (Shade Pretty)

this anastasia beverly hills mini eyeshadow palette contains the shade "pretty". it’s a perfect option for galentine's. it has soft, rosy tones that complement a pink makeup look while creating a soft, romantic look.

Subtl Beauty Highlighter (Applied with e.l.f. Cosmetics Fan Brush)

to give my skin that final radiant touch, i apply the subtl beauty highlighter to my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, and right above my top lip, and right underneath the outer end of my brow. the e.l.f. cosmetics fan brush is the perfect tool for precision—just a light sweep of highlighter and you’re glowing all day.

Catrice Cosmetics Lip Balm

to prep my lips, i use the catrice cosmetics lip balm. it provides a hydrating base for the lips, a subtl pink tint, and keeps them soft all day long.

Kylie Cosmetics Matte Lip Pencil in Valentine

for a bold yet romantic lip, i opt for the kylie cosmetics matte lip pencil in valentine. it’s the perfect shade of bright pink that works beautifully for galentine’s day—bright, fun, and flattering.

Dibs Beauty Lip Gloss in Strawberry Summer

to add a juicy finish, i layer on the dibs beauty lip gloss in strawberry summer. this gloss has the perfect balance of shine and color, making it the perfect topping for your galentine’s lip look.

Anastasia Beverly Hills Volumizing and Lengthening Mascara in Black

to complete the look, i finish with a few coats of anastasia beverly hills volumizing and lengthening mascara in black. it adds volume and length to the lashes, giving them the perfect fluttery effect that makes the eyes pop.

shop these products in through one post 👇

ready to create this galentine’s day glam look? head to my youtube channel for a full tutorial on how to achieve this look from start to finish. wishing you all the love and glam this galentine’s day! 💖✨

follow along for a daily dose of style, beauty, and wellness wisdom served with a side of humor and a sprinkle of self-love – because life's too short not to be fabulous, and i've got the secrets to help bring out your best self

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ninisdollie · 3 days ago

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more boyfriend Ni-ki with his hyperfemenine gf thoughts (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Your boyfriend Ni-ki pretends to judge you for spending so much money in makeup, telling you that you need to save or spend it in something that really worths it, but at the end of the day, he sits through every one of your Sephora unboxings like he’s your assistant. He’ll lay on your pink sheets, black hoodie cap over his messy hair, watching you with a half-lidded gaze as you peel the bubble wrap off your sixth gloss of the week like it’s a treasure. He’ll say things like, “Another one?” or “25 dollars for a gloss is insane” with the driest voice, eyes lazy as he’s sooo bored, but when you flute your eyelashes at him, small smile on your plumped lips, he’s the first to hold out his arm when you start testing swatches.

He lets you paint his entire forearm with shimmer eyeshadows and bronzers and cherry red blushes, grumbling under his breath warning you to not tell the boys later. He even holds still while you paint his thick lips with a shiny, sheer pink gloss, and even smacks his lips together like he’s on a get ready with me video.

“It’s sweet” he shrugs “Suits you better” and then he kisses you, soft and messy at the same time, the gloss falls from your hand as you kiss him back and fall on your back on the mattress.

Then a few days later, when you’re stressed because you can’t find your new strawberry lip balm and ask him if he’s seen it, he doesn’t even blink. “What? You have like ten of those”

“You literally stole it. It’s mine!” he just looks at you, so nonchalant, and goes, “Yeah, but it makes my lips soft. Plus… it smells like you.”

You ended up finding it on his desk. Not tucked away or hidden, just lying there like it belongs next to his wallet and keys. Like he didn’t swiped it from your vanity and started using it like it was his all along.

Ni-ki used to groan every time you said “Just ten more minutes” before a date. He would lean against your bedroom doorframe with his arms crossed and a dramatic sigh, saying things like “How are you not done yet?” Or “It looks good, I’m hungry” But instead of actually getting mad, he started watching you. Watching how your hands moved when you did your eyeliner. How your lip combo needed to be layered just right. How you curled your hair in sections and flipped the ends out naturally.

And one day, he just… asked. “Which one makes it wavy?” You paused, mascara wand mid-air, staring at him. “You wanna help me get ready?” “I wanna help you get faster,” he said flatly. But you saw the little spark in his eyes.

So you handed him your curling iron.

Your boyfriend Ni-ki watched one tutorial on YouTube from a beauty blogger, and then practiced on a doll head you had from your childhood “just for fun,” but secretly he wanted to get it perfect for you. He learned to section your hair, to twist and hold, to use the glove so he wouldn’t burn his fingers, though he totally did once and blamed you for distracting him by being “too pretty.”

He now stands behind you while you sit on your vanity and do your makeup, tongue between his teeth in concentration as he wraps a strand of your hair around the barrel. You’ll be focusing on your eyeliner and hear the soft click of the iron turning off, then his voice: “Next section.” Sometimes he clips your hair back with one of your frilly pink claw clips, totally unfazed by how cute and domestic he looks doing it. Other times, he hums Enhypen songs under his breath while working, casually asking, “Big curls or soft waves today?”

To be fair, he still says, “You take forever to get ready,” but now it’s while he's smoothing a section of your hair down and checking the back with his phone camera to make sure it’s even.

Ni-ki is one of the most dry texters in the world, but you don’t care that much, because when he’s on tour, he doesn’t say “I miss you” too much, but always comes back with something for you tucked in his bag.

Not big things. Not the kind of gifts meant to impress or flex. But cute things. Thoughtful things. Things that say “I saw this and thought of you” in the quietest way. Like the time he was in Japan, and you sent him a half-joking, half-serious message at 2 a.m. that just said, “Bring me back something My Melody or I’m breaking up with you.” But forgot about it immediately, he didn’t.

He came home with a little box wrapped in pink tissue paper, handed it to you without a word, and inside were three keychains—Hello Kitty, My Melody, and Kuromi—each one in a tiny outfit matching the city he’d been in. There was also a fluffy pouch with sparkly zippers and a note in his handwriting with pink pen that just said, “Don’t break up with me.”

Or the time that he went to Milan for the fashion week and rolled his eyes when you told him to buy you something expensive. But when he came back, he handed you a pink Prada purse and a silk scarf with little hearts woven into the trim.

“This reminded me of you. The memory was prettier tho” You punched his arm and he kissed your cheek.

He’s too cool to gush but always notices. Always remembers. He never forgets that you love sparkly keychains and girly pouches and lip balms shaped like desserts. And even when he’s thousands of miles away, he walks through each airport, each city street, each backstage area wondering what tiny, soft thing he can bring back to make you smile. And when you tease him, “You miss me that bad, huh?” He’ll just click his tongue, toss a plushie onto your lap, and mutter, “Shut up. It was cute. And you like cute things.”

Your boyfriend Ni-ki pretends to be soo bored when you push him into your bedroom to try on new clothes. He flops onto your bed like he’s been inconvenienced for the millionth time, phone in hand, legs crossed at the ankle, but the truth is? He lives for this. For the way you light up when you’re in front of your closet. For the way you model outfits for him like you’re on a runway made of pink carpet and perfume mist. He barely looks up when you walk out in the first dress, just gives a quick glance and hums, “Cute.”

But by the third outfit, when the top dips a little lower and your shorts hug a little tighter, he suddenly forgets how to breathe normally. You know what you’re doing. You twirl slowly, hands on your hips, acting innocent. “Too short?” you ask, lifting the hem just slightly to adjust it. He sits up straighter. “You’re trying to start something.” You just flutter you eyelashes. “I’m just trying on clothes.”

Ni-ki is so whipped for you that he starts biting his lip by the fourth outfit. You come out in a little skirt with bows on the sides and a cropped cardigan that’s one button away from scandal, and he’s already shoving his phone into the sheets and leaning back like he’s trying to stay calm.“Babe,” he warns, voice low, “what is this, a fashion show or a test of my self-control?” You smirk. “Depends. How am I doing?” He drags a hand down his face. “Terribly.”

He breaks the second you spin around in front of the mirror and bend a little too far while adjusting the neckline, the skirt showing the perfect curve of your ass. He’s behind you before you even realize he moved, hands sliding around your waist, lips brushing your ear.

“You know I’m not gonna sit there like a good boy when you parade around looking like that.” Your outfit ends up on the floor. He never gives his opinion. You both forget you were even getting ready.

Your boyfriend Ni-ki doesn’t just say “You’re pretty” when you’re writhing under him, he says it like a prayer, like it hurts him how pretty you are.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” “Look at you… look how perfect you are for me.” “Made just for me, huh? That’s it, baby—show me.”

His voice never raises. It stays soft, reverent, like he’s telling you a secret that only the two of you should know. Even when he’s breathless. Even when he’s deep inside you, thumb brushing your bottom lip while he watches your eyes flutter and roll.

“Such a good girl for me… always take me so well.” “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” “You make me lose my mind, princess. Fuck—look at the mess you’re making.”

He says the filthiest things while holding your jaw so gently, like he’s cradling something delicate and priceless.

“You’re dripping just from my voice, aren’t you? You like when I talk to you like this.” “You want me to make it worse? Want me to ruin this little body while I tell you how much I love it?”

Because he does love it. Every inch of you. And he says it, over and over, between kisses and thrusts and choked moans.

“I love you so much, baby. So fucking much.” “No one’s ever gonna touch you like this. No one’s ever gonna talk to you like this.” “You’re mine. Say it. Say it again.”

He gets off on your pleasure more than anything. The sound of your voice, the way your fingers curl in his hair, the little gasps you make when he presses deeper.

“That’s it, my pretty girl… you gonna come for me?” “I want you to fall apart, yeah? Be good and make a mess for me.”

And when you do, when your voice breaks and your body trembles and you cling to him like he’s the only thing anchoring you to this earth, he kisses you everywhere he can reach. Your cheek. Your shoulder. Your chest. The side of your neck.

“You’re okay, baby. I got you.” “You’re my princess. My everything.”

And when he finishes, he doesn’t just roll over and catch his breath after, t’s like the second you fall apart, he pulls himself back together just to take care of you. Because he knows.

He knows that after you finish, your voice goes quiet. Your fingers reach for him, searching without words. You blink slower, lips parted, too overwhelmed to speak. And he knows that’s when you need softness the most. So he gathers you up. Instantly.

Ni-ki wraps his arms around your trembling frame and pulls you into his chest, skin to skin, his hand cradling the back of your head like he’s shielding you from the world. “Hey,” he murmurs, lips brushing your forehead. “You’re okay.” He kisses your temple, your eyelids, your damp hair, even the tip of your nose, like he needs to cover every part of you in warmth. In reassurance. He speaks softly, over and over, even when you’re too tired to respond.

“I’ve got you.” “You’re so perfect for me.” “Still with me, pretty girl?” “I love you. You’re my everything.”

His fingers draw lazy shapes on your back, his legs tangled with yours beneath the blankets. When he feels you start to drift, he kisses your shoulder and tightens his hold. “Don’t disappear yet,” he whispers, teasing but gentle.

And when you finally look up at him with hazy, fluttering eyes and a sleepy pout, he smiles like it physically hurts how much he loves you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and presses his forehead to yours. “Still my princess,” he murmurs, voice low, “even when you’re all messy and dazed like this.”

Boyfriend Ni-ki, who gets up just to grab a warm cloth and clean you softly, slowly, never rushing, like he’s touching something sacred. Then helps you into his hoodie, kisses your cheek, and pulls you back into bed with a quiet “Come here, need you close.”

Because he knows you go small after. And there’s nowhere safer to be small than wrapped in him.

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