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[vogelmeister]

there is nothing worse than exiting the shower and realising something u used irritated ur face

[sobbingscripter]

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋💙་༘Morning Glow˚˖𓍢ִ💙.ִ࿐

Tags: [mlw][mdni][AGED UP!Damian Wayne][somnophilia][oral (m! receiving)][palette cleanser][drabble][established relationship]

Word count: 1196

Having a boyfriend is the human equivalent of having a skateboard.

You take it outside, you show it off, sometimes you fall off when you're riding it and sometimes, you end up on your knees.

The nice thing about having Damian, however, was his uncanny love for experimentation. A love that granted you consent to do whatever you wanted to him, within reasonable bounds, of course.

Damian sleeps soundly, brows furrowed into that perpetual little frown he seems to have constantly, lips tugged downwards and his arm tossed over his forehead. One muscular thigh peeks out from beneath the Egyptian cotton, while the other thigh remains raised, spread obscenely wide.

Steady breaths leave him, his broad chest heaving, the golden locket around his neck resting limply to the side of him, and you sit up just a bit, your movements quiet and precise, as you carefully move his hair away from his forehead, leaning down to press a kiss against the flesh.

He doesn't stir, simply letting out a heavier breath, a relaxed sigh as he shifts his hips, and your eyes lower.

It might be a bad idea.

But if boyfriend ASMR taught you anything, it's probably not.

You shimmy beneath the covers, positioning yourself between sinewy thighs, and you carefully peel down his boxers, just enough for your hand to pull his still soft cock out from beneath the fabric. You've seen it soft before, but there's something so sweetly intimate about seeing it now.

And a little bit terrifying because it looks like it's nearly half a ruler's length.

You wrap your hand around him, feeling the warmth of his flesh and your gaze darts up at him from beneath the covers, watching the way his breaths deepen and you're so gentle when you tongue at his slit. Tasting the taste of precum that seems to leak at even the slightest sensation.

Damian's brows twitch just a bit, his hips shifting but he keeps his legs asplayed, which is a big bonus because he would most likely, be able to crush your skull.

Soft, pouty lips wrap around the flushed head, and Damian's brows scrunch, his hips lifting the tiniest bit and a shaky breath leaves parted lips.

But he stays asleep.

You can feel the cutest twitches against your tongue, and you take him just a bit deeper, feeling the way warmth oozes onto your tongue, and he gasps softly, brows pinching and lips tugging into the most adorable little frown as he tries to figure out the warmth. All without waking up.

You feel the way he hardens in your mouth, cock stiffening to the stature of a board against the roof of your mouth and you watch the way his arm moves from his forehead, instead, resting above his head. And his face buries itself in his bulging bicep, a poor attempt at hiding the blush that overtakes his features but the way his ears burn a bright red almost makes you coo.

"I love you more when you're not calling me a degenerate." You murmur softly, head tilting as you drag your tongue up the side, wet muscle tracing the veins that bulge beneath the surface before your tongue curls around his tip.

You feel the way his hips twitch, desperately trying to get more of the warmth and you give in easily.

Manicured nails carefully feeding yourself inch by inch, while your free hand cards and scratches at the tufts on his pubic bone. Inky strands in a neat little trail that makes you drool whenever you catch a glimpse and you feel Damian hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes nearly bulge, and you nearly gag, but you tuck your thumb in the palm of your hand, your fingers folding so gently over the pudgy digit and you breathe through your nose.

That's basically all you can do as you bob your head beneath the covers, lips wrapping around his cock so prettily and your thighs clench when Damian lets out that sleepy 'oh' sound, perfect lips forming an 'o' and his brows raise.

Washboard abs dip inwards, the edges of his ribcage poking out the tiniest bit as he lets out a gasp, lashes fluttering but heavy eyelids keep his eyes shut.

Although, you do suppose thats what happens when he gets home at 3AM, sweaty and musky.

You doubt he even showered properly before crawling into bed beside you.

You can still smell the sweat clinging to his skin, alongside the scent of smoke and oud, cardamom sprinkling and tickling your senses just a bit.

The smell is intoxicating and your nails dig into your palm when his hips buck just enough to hit the back of your throat, and make your lungs burn at the sensation.

"Mmfff....—s'good..." Damian's voice is sleepy, a loopy sound, his plump bottom lip wedging itself between his pearly teeth because even in slumber, Damian Wayne will never get caught letting out a whine.

He breathes out your name so prettily, his back arching and his body shifting as his thighs twitch, nearly clamping but just enough to brush at the shells of your ears. Before falling back to their previous position.

"...ssssuck...mo— ah— more..." Damian instructs, barely intelligible and so, so sexy to hear.

To watch the way his chest heaves, sweat prickling at his skin, his brows knitting into a groan and his lips parting to let out those pretty sighs that make you breathless.

"Juss...the...tip, just— fuck— jusst the tip...",

And you follow his instructions, your head lifting and you focus on his pretty, swollen tip. A fiery red mushroom-y head, beads of precum rolling down his saliva-coated base and your tongue flicks at his slit, once, twice, thrice and he moans.

A low cadence that makes your pussy throb, undoubtedly making you leak through your cotton panties and you sigh around him.

"Juss...like...thatt.."

Damian sighs, hand moving on it's own. Undoubtedly preparing to grope at his hardness, through what should be the dampened and slick fabric of his boxers, but instead, muscular, tawny fingers curl in your hair.

And Damian fists the strands, tightly and painfully, his eyes shooting open and he meets your gaze.

Emerald pools burn, full brows arched and creased, a face burning with realisation and his tongue drags across his teeth, coming to a stop at his canine before a breath leaves him.

His grip on your hair relaxes, fingers massaging away the stinging pain of your scalp and his head tips back against the fluffed up pillows.

You raise your head, letting him slip out of your mouth with a wet 'pop!' and he bounces up, reaching just below his navel.

"G'morning." You chirp sweetly, voice just a bit slurred and he grumbles.

His lashes fluttering shut once more.

"Keep sucking, degenerate. The time for pleasantries is long gone."

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[the-phrase]

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[huellitaa]

facial care ⊹˚. 🧸🧁

── skincare, acne, exercises, gua sha, sculpting... 💭🩷🫶🏼

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 💭🩰 essential tips & tricks

♡ balancing your hormones (click here ♡)

♡ regularly working out (good for the whole body, inside and out!)

♡ facial massages in a steamy shower (at home steam massage, basically)

♡ green and black tea (🎀🗒️note: i've been drinking green tea every day for a year+ now; seriously worth it ♡ 🩷💭)

♡ green smoothies, green foods, green & balanced diet (🎀🗒️note: i really love cucumber water too! ♡ 🫶🏼🗨️)

♡ avoid spiking blood sugar levels too often

♡ consider booking monthly facials (if you're able ♡)

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🩰 exercises & facial yoga

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🩰 brands & products

── these come in varying price ranges, in no particular order. there's something for everyone! 💭🩷🫶🏼

simple

cerave

garnier

l'oreal

cosrx

byoma

avon

innisfree

beauty of joseon (🎀🗒️recommended: ginseng revive serum & hydrating jelly dynasty cream)

soap and glory (🎀🗒️recommended: pomegranate & cleansing face masks)

la roche-posay (🎀🗒️ recommended: gentle hydrating cleanser)

⊹˚. 🧸 you can find these in stores such as superdrug, boots, tj maxx (good for foreign brands and a wide selection), target, ulta, holland and barret, the body shop, or just your local drugstore, pharmacy, and health & beauty retailers! 🗨️🩷🫶🏼

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🩰 bee's favs & my routine

⊹˚. 🧸 my skincare routine

♡ garnier all in 1 miscellar cleansing rose water ♡ laikou japan cleansing toner ♡ beauty of joseon ginseng revive serum / boots glow dewy serum (depending on the day 💭🫶🏼🩷) ♡ laikou japan hydrating and reviving eye cream ♡ beauty of joseon dynasty cream ♡ gua sha & rose quartz roller

i also alternate every week between clay and sheet masks depending on my skin that week and my menstrual cycle.

⊹˚. 🧸 clay masks

i live in the uk so i personally use superdrug brand owned clay masks, they're actually really good! my favourites are the pink clay, cooling cucumber and creamy coconut masks, but i want to invest in beauty of joseon red bean clay mask and innisfree super volcanic pore clay mask ... 🩷🫶🏼

⊹˚. 🧁 sheet masks

i personally get all of mine from miniso 😭because they're actually really cheap (99p!), really good, and they're really cute! i've been using them for months now and they've surprisingly helped so much. otherwise i use soap & glory, ocasionally garnier? or boots brand owned sheet masks🩷🗨️

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🩰 helpful resources

(help from @hannid0ll and @zxaera on this post love u guys 🫶🏼🩷💭)

all my love! 🎀💬🐈‍⬛️🫶🏻🩷

[miaoua3]

(pairing: jeonghan x f!reader)

missing my angel a little bit more today

“babyyyy”, you hear somewhere behind the couch in your boyfriend’s whiney voice. turning your head around, you see his tired face looking at you pleadingly, his silky black hair pushed back by his pink hello kitty hairband.

smiling gently at him, you question “yeah? what do you need baby?”.

his eyes blinking slowly at you, tiredness evidently in them, the black circles slightly visible even with the concealer under his eyes.

“could you help me do my skincare? i am…so very exhausted, i can’t even hold my arms up long enough to wash my face.”, and by the gentleness in his voice and his dropped shoulders, you know he’s telling the truth.

immediately getting up, instead of responding with your words, you hold your hand out for him to take it.

smiling small at you, he takes it.

you lead him to your bathroom before you point to the bathroom counter.

“sit.”

groaning, he responds “i can’t jump up there right now, can i just sit on the toilet?”

smiling gently at him, you stretch on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek before responding “of course, whatever’s more comfortable for you.”

sitting down, jeonghan finally closes his eyes, waiting for you to start.

you start with micellar water to remove the rest of his makeup, being extremely gentle around the eyes area. then you move to oil cleansing, gently rubbing your fingers against his soft cheeks. after thoroughly washing the oil off, you move to the cleanser, just as a means to remove any excess oil left on his skin.

somewhere between you gently applying the toner and the moisturiser, jeonghan’s head starts to slide downwards, a tell that he’s slowly falling asleep.

kissing his lips gently to wake him up, you whisper “let’s brush our teeth and go to sleep.”

opening his eyes, he looks up at you with red eyes from exhaustion. blinking once, twice, he suddenly grabs your hips before he pulls you close, resting his head against your stomach, letting his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

whispering softly, he says “just one more minute…i haven’t been able to spend this much time with you in weeks…i miss your warmth and hugs so much…i miss my home..”, his slurred words tell you that he definitely isn’t fully aware of the things he’s telling you, that he also isn’t aware just how much the words affected you.

blinking your tears away, you softly push his hair back, scratching his scalp in the process as a way to comfort him. “okay. one more minute.”

after five more minutes of him hugging you and you two brushing your teeth, as you lay in your bed with him in your arms, his soft breath tickling your neck as he lays his head on your chest, there’s only one thought going through your mind.

i missed my home too. so much.

[revelboo]

Gurllllll 🤣 you won't believe it , I got an allergic reaction ( I have sensitive skin lmao )from a shower gel I randomly saw and while I was waiting in the dermatologist clinic I remembered l.g fuad ,what happened?

Oh no! I hope you’re feeling better!

L.G. Fuad Pt 13

Tarn x Reader

• Even not understanding alien gibberish, you don’t need to for the fact that the little blue one is ripping the big guy a new one to come across loud and clear. You’d just assumed she’s the one that gave him the soap, but maybe not, because she’s livid. Pointing and fussing at you and him both and he just wilts under the tirade. And it’d be hilarious if you weren’t so miserable, wheezing and coughing, skin itching and burning. Your big alien cowed by little Blue even though she’s not even knee high on him.

• Grimacing as Nickel begins to wind down and points imperiously for him to put you down, he vents and lets her have her way. Watching you shy away from her touch, your soft chirping sluggish. “Come on, behave for me,” Nickel croons, catching your little arm and examining it. “Organics can be sensitive to certain things, but the cleanser should have been fine with their biology.” When she presses her servos against your throat, you double over hacking and choking. “Seems to be an allergy to something in the cleanser.” And she stares up at him, expression censoring. “You did good trying to rinse it off, even if I don’t condone the way you went about it.” Like he’d been deliberately gawking at your anatomy. He’s never going to live this embarrassment down.

• As soon as Blue lets go of you, you’re curling up on the little exam table. Exhausted, mortified, and sick. Apparently letting you rest isn’t on the agenda after poisoning you again. Hear her padding away and then she’s back with a container of warm water and a cloth even though you’re sure he’d rinsed all of it off you. But she’s grabbing your arm and scrubbing you a bit too roughly, growling at you when you struggle out of principle. “I can wash myself.” Hate this, being buck naked and sick is bad enough, but you are not getting a sponge bath from Blue. Half tempted to just run and wedge yourself into a gap and hide from them both.

• Venting as you wrestle with Nickel trying to get the cloth away from her, chirping angrily, as your eyes and nose leak. “Are you going to help or just watch?” Nickel grumbles when you nearly fall off the berth, fighting to get the cloth as your chirping gets louder and more upset. And he’s mass shifting, towering over both of you as he reaches to grab the cloth and tug it away and your eyes widen. ‘Here,’ he mutters, servos wrapping around your arm as he wets the cloth again and gently rubs it over your little fingers, your palm and arm. You’re just staring up at him, sniffling. But you flinch when Nickel runs a scanner over you.

• It can get worse. Who knew. Staring up at his optics watching you from behind the mask, you don’t dare fight him. Had known you weren’t winning against little Blue, but him? You remember what he’d done to you with just his voice and you’re not risking his temper. His servos are shockingly gentle as he keeps wetting then rinsing the cloth, running it up your arm and over to your collar bone. Across to your other arm. Back over to your neck. He’s too close, leaning over you and you can feel the heat of him. And there’s not much point in being mortified when he’d been staring at everything rinsing you off in the washracks, but you’re still embarrassed. Especially when he cups your face in one hand to run the cloth over your forehead and cheeks. Down your chest and over your belly. Seizing his wrist when he tries to go lower and his head tips slightly, those red optics meeting your eyes as he rumbles at you. Know damn well that he sees you as some sort of weird cat, not a person, but still. You’re uncomfortably aware of him as he growls softly again. Asking and tugging against your grip. More than capable of getting his way with his strength, but he’s asking and you give up and let go. “Fine. Why not.”

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[fluffiematcha]

ʚɞ﹒﹒﹒ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. jeonghan 𝖝 fem. reader. ⿻﹒﹒﹒ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. fluff, slife of life, est. relationship. ꗃ ﹒﹒﹒ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. petname, a slightly suggestive sentence? barely proofread :)

ᯓ note. i'm back before i disappear again. i don't really feel proud of this one but here we go. i miss him :(

ᯓ star diviser by @/cafekitsune.

“baby, can i ask you something?” asks jeonghan; his eyes are closed, letting you take the reins in this situation.

you two are currently in the bathroom, him seated on your vanity chair, – which you decided to move so he could have something comfortable to sit on – hair up and eyes closed as you are helping him remove his makeup.

“sure, go ahead,” you respond, focused on the task at hand.

“why do you always start with my right cheek every time you cleanse off my makeup?”

there is a moment of silence in the room. he feels your finger freeze as you apply the cream cleanser as if you've just been caught red-handed doing something illegal.

your brain has just stopped thinking, almost as if short-circuited. you let a few seconds pass in silence, and when your mind finally comes back into working order, you suck a deep breath in before saying, “because,”

once again, there’s a pause in the air; jeonghan no longer feels the presence of your hand near his face but hears rummaging. the tampering sound stops and a delicate brush of your fingers let him know you're back working on his face. you gently gather his front locks and secure them back with a barrette.

“i want to see your cheek mole first.” your fingers finish massaging his face. jeonghan scoffs, holding back his laughter as if he knew the answer to his question all along. the corners of his lips tremble, fighting back a smirk. “my cheek mole? why?” you pinch his cheek and he hisses, his hand flying to his cheek to massage the not-so-bruised spot.

“i just find it cute. now rinse your face,” you order in a dull voice; even the confession about finding his mole cute sounds plain if jeonghan didn't know you well enough.

he does as you tell him, he gets up from the chair and turns on the faucet. leaning over the sink, he begins to rinse his face while you gather your things and go get him a towel. once he's done, you hand him the towel. he murmurs a small thank you as he takes the cloth from your hands and wipes his face and hands.

he takes a few seconds to look at his reflection in the mirror after drying. “why do you find it cute though?”

you pause in your tracks when you hear that question escape his lips. he sees your reflection in the mirror giving him that gun-atomizer look and he wants to laugh at how cute you look to him. you act like he just said something that's going to start a world war.

he turns around to face you, smiling but trying his best not to burst out laughing. you look at him with wide eyes, still dumbfounded.

“don't you find it cute?” you hands reach to cup his face, gently brushing his cheeks with your fingers. you look at him in the eyes, a pout adorning your lips.

“hmm... not really,” he responds simply, never breaking eye contact with you.

“well,” you start. you bring his face closer to yours. maybe jeonghan thought you were going to kiss him on the lips and instinctively closed his eyes. you smirk, your thumb lightly brushing his lower lip.

but instead of his lips, you aim at his right cheek, where his mole is. you leave a quick peck on that exact spot and back up to look at his reaction. his eyes widen from shock as he stares down at you, astonished.

continuing your sentence, you declare, “i find it cute.” you just act oblivious, flashing him your most bright, innocent smile.

he mirrors your smile. “whatever you say, baby.” he leans down to capture your lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

he giggles in the kiss, ‘cute’ you think to yourself.

ᯓ final note. i didn't know how to end this on, so i just ended it there. thank you for reading <3

[lalithacsh]

Rosacea Explained: Best Treatment Strategies for Clearer Skin

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[drtyelvisfantasy]

STRIPPER!READER'S DAILY SCHEDULE

with time stamps <3

9:30 am: She wakes up sometime after 9 am, stays in bed for a few minutes, scrolling through her phone, replying to any messages sent by Rafe the night before.

She starts her skincare routine with a gentle cleanser, then follows with Nivea cream.

makes a quick breakfast—usually scrambled eggs or avocado toast with fruit on the side and an iced coffee.

She does a quick morning stretch. stretches her arms, back, and legs, working out the tension from dancing the night before. finishes her breakfast and heads to the shower, ready to rinse off from the night before.

11:30 am: does some quick shopping in the mall. mainly shops at Artizia, Victoria's Secret and Sephora.

Rafe had sent her money earlier that morning—no explanation, just a “use this” and a money bag emoji—so she’s not spending a dime of her own.

She takes her time strolling through the mall, phone in hand and AirPods in, knowing damn well she’s not walking out with just what she came for.

At Sephora, she tests lip glosses on the back of her hand and picks up a new foundation she doesn’t need but wants anyway.

She checks out with bags on her arm and a smirk on her face, already picturing the look on Rafe’s face when she sends him the “thank you 😘” selfie in the dressing room mirror.

1:00 pm: she grabs lunch at a restaurant close to the mall—something casual but nice.

sits outside on the patio, drops her shopping bags beside her, and orders her usual—maybe a salad with grilled chicken or a sandwich with fries and a cocktail on the side.

While she waits, she scrolls through Instagram, double-taps a few posts, and answers a couple of texts from the club manager about her shift that night.

When the bill comes, she doesn’t flinch—Rafe’s money covers it, just like everything else today.

She leaves a good tip, reapplies her lip gloss in her phone camera, and heads out with her sunglasses on.

2:30 pm - 8:30 pm: she finally gets home and unwinds. depending on how she feels, she might curl up in bed to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

If she’s not too tired, she’ll make a little snack, light a candle, and lounge around in one of her new Victoria’s Secret sets just because.

At some point, her phone rings—Rafe, calling during a break at work.

She spends at least an hour on the phone with him, sprawled out across her bed, laughing at his dry jokes, teasing him, or just listening to him vent about his crew.

Sometimes they talk about nothing, sometimes they talk about everything; either way, it's the quiet part of her day she looks forward to the most.

9:00 pm: As the sun starts to dip, she gets up and starts getting ready for her night shift at the club.

She takes a long, steamy shower—washing her hair if needed, shaving carefully, and using her favourite body scrub so her skin feels extra soft

Sitting at her vanity, she starts her makeup routine: brows first, then eyeshadow—usually something glittery or smoky, depending on her mood.

She applies her lashes, blends her foundation until it’s flawless, and finishes with highlighter.

Lip liner and gloss come last, always a glossy nude or red that makes her look expensive.

10:30 pm - 3:00 am: She finally gets to the club, strutting through the back entrance with her bag slung over one shoulder.

In the locker room, she greets a few of the other girls, changes into her first outfit of the night, and touches up her lip gloss in the mirror.

The music is already pounding through the walls, and from the buzz of the crowd, she can tell it’s a busy night.

The club’s packed—VIPs everywhere, cash floating around. she knows nights like this bring in serious money, so she puts on her best smile, and owns the stage.

3:30 am: When she gets home from the club, she immediately kicks off her shoes.

She drops her bag by the door without much thought, eager to get comfortable and unwind.

After that, she changes into soft, silk pajamas.

She heads to the bathroom to wash her face thoroughly, wiping away the makeup and sweat from the night’s work.

Once her skin feels fresh and clean, she brushes her hair slowly, detangling the knots and letting the softness calm her down.

Finally, she settles into her bed, taking a deep breath and preparing herself to drift off into a well-deserved rest.

note: finally wrote something not sad and dramatic for this au lol

[honeytonedhottie]

luxurious self care routines⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛁💕

self care is so important both for our mental and physical well being. its one of the girliest hobbies and for good reason too, when i practice self care i pretend like im caring for a doll (except im not rly pretending bcuz i am a doll). pouring into myself is my PASSION especially in luxurious ways...💬🎀

ATMOSPHERE ;

atmosphere is the most effective way to get that luxury spa like feel. light some candles that smell nice, warm ur towels and bathrobe before using it and make sure that u have all ur spa day supplies on hand so that u dont have to walk back and forth. some important items to have during ur luxury self care day are ->

🧁 cucumber slices (for ur eyes of course)

🧁 a warm cup of tea or a refreshing cup of infused water (whatever ur in the mood for) bonus points if u drink it in a wine glass

🧁 warmed towels and bath robes

🧁 a facial steamer

🧁 luxurious bath tray (with ur drink, candles, products, etc)

🧁 bubble bath

also, play some soft jazz or calming music in the background, i love bossanova so thats what i listen to. also try to avoid harsh lightings and opt for a softer light instead. we wanna feel RELAXED, like we're in an exclusive spa.

SKINCARE RITUALS ;

double cleanse ur skin and make sure to really take your time, feel free to massage ur skin too. make sure that ur letting ur cleanser sit on ur skin for a couple of seconds to really reap all the benefits you can. use a facial mask, i rly love making my at-home rice face mask. i also enjoy the aztec clay mask and sheet masks that have ingredients like aloe and rice.

BUBBLE BATH ;

soak in a warm bath with fluffy bubbles and ur hair in a pretty girly shower cap. i love to have the lights dimmed while im in the bath and a juicy book on my bath tray. if i dont have a physical book on hand which i prefer bcuz on luxurious self care days i like to go screen-less, i'll read one of my spicy web comics and just soak in the bath.

when finding a good bubble bath for your luxurious self care day i want u to do your research! i love my bubble baths fragrant and i love them to make LOTS of bubbles so some of my recommendations are the doctor teals bubble baths, i also really enjoy the creme shop boba bears one cuz its so cute and the lush bubble bars (they feel like a treat every time)

now when you get out of the bath it is SO important to have a nice hot towel and bathrobe to slip into. it just feels like a warm hug UGH it elevates the experience by like a million percent, its an absolute necessity don't you dare skip this.

FOR YOUR HAIR ;

while doing a luxurious spa day i recommend doing treatment on your hair like a deep conditioner or a hair mask. also massage ur scalp. ever since i've been on red note i learned that we have five meridians on our scalp and by massaging them we can stimulate growth and relieve stress so thats def something you guys should get into. bonus: use a hot towel wrap or a heated cap to let the mask soak in

FOR YOUR BODY ;

exfoliating always makes me feel like im shedding an old skin and stepping into a new one so it's a must have step. after exfoliating, moisturize with a thick, luxe body cream or body oil. go for something with shea butter, cocoa, or almond oil so you feel buttery soft. then spray a light body mist or your fave perfume, even if you’re just staying in/going to bed. smell is part of the fantasy

MASSAGE ;

this part is sooo underrated but like, once you add massage into your routine, you’ll never skip it again. it just feels like a princess reset. i always say a good massage makes me feel like melted caramel. you can do it yourself or u can make ur bestie do it for u, it’s giving luxury either way.

🍨 first, grab your fave body oil or lotion. i love using something that smells like vanilla, roses, or coconut milk, bonus points if it's a little sparkly. warm it up in your hands (cold lotion is illegal on spa day) and start by massaging your neck + shoulders. move in slow circles and don’t rush.

🍨 take your time on your arms, hands, and even your scalp...we carry so much tension there. i literally feel the stress leaving my body when i do this.i also use a gua sha or jade roller on my face + neck.

🍨 extras i’m obsessed with: — heated neck wraps — those cute lil wooden roller tools

put on your soft music, breathe deep, and just melt. your room isnt not a bedroom anymore. it’s a private suite in a 5-star spa in paris.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Silver Vanrouge: Blessed Be

Why is bro kabedonning in the Groovy— What's with the May Twst birthdays this year inducing appetite in me??? I think it's the cotton candy colors of the sweater and how Aurora's shape reminds me of a marshmallow? The headband he’s wearing in his Groovy also reminds me of Aurora’s “peasant” dress. Although I guess anyone can slap on a plain black headband and call it a day 😂

adjbalsbdasd Silver's such an angel in his vignettes; he feels bad for falling asleep in Trein's class + thinks school life is so comfortable he literally has NO complaints or feedback for the QoL survey. (P.S. Shoutout to Silver's roommate; that mob student wakes him up multiple times when he dozes off! There are other mobs that help by pointing out his hair is messy.)

This one-shot is tangentially inspired by my Silver’s flaws analysis.

Rise and Shine!

He’s too pretty for this world.

The thought crossed your mind more often than you would like to admit. The mundane, the inconsequential—Silver made even breathing and blinking seem beautiful, like a candid photograph taken at just the right moment. Dandelion seeds sent scattering, rain perfectly rebounding off the shield of one’s umbrella, the sky at dawn.

With one hand on the columned mirror frame, Silver loomed over a mirror. His stream of silver hair was pushed back by a plain black headband. His tresses caught the morning sunlight and sparkled.

The plush knit sweater he had slept in embraced his muscular frame, sweetly beckoning him back into a warm, lavender-laced dreamland. His lids, still heavy, drooped over his auroral eyes.

He had just washed his face—well, not washed, not really. There had been no cleanser involved, no lathering or gentle massaging into the skin. Only a messy splash of ice cold water, a momentary shock to his senses. (Vil would have shrieked, then lecture him.)

Silver blinked slowly. If he had grimaced, you hadn’t noticed it.

A finger absentmindedly trailed to the rim of one ear. It was bright red and oozing slightly.

You gasped. “That’s…”

“An injury from Equestrian Club practice.” Silver offered the explanation as easily as one might discuss the weather.

“Will you be okay?” you asked warily, peering at him in his reflection. “It won’t get infected, will it?”

“It’s fine. I know how to treat it.” He was already rummaging in a drawer for a tube. “Father taught me first aid training. It comes in handy for times like this.”

Silver dabbed a blob of an antibacterial cream on his nick. There was barely a wince upon contact, no indication of pain upon his placid features. But he frowned, and suddenly worry welled up in his soulful gaze. Watery pink and blue and purple, as if you were staring at a sad puppy instead of a young man.

His hand found yours and squeezed it gently. You felt as though he was squeezing your heart too. Frenzied beating, rushing blood.

“You were concerned about me, right? I was being clumsy and careless. There is still much I have yet to learn in the ways of horse handling. Because I was lacking, you fretted for my sake. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

The squeeze came again. Tighter, harder, until a pang of pain bloomed in you. And still, your heart pushed back against it.

“No,” you insisted. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. Please—it makes me sad.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “I did that?”

“It’s not you, it’s me. When I hear you talking yourself down like that, it…” You shook your head. “It doesn’t feel good. Can we… Can we maybe try some positive affirmations instead? To start off your day on the right foot.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “I would never want to make you sad.”

A pause. Then his brows knitted together.

“… What should I say?”

His expression had barely changed, but you knew that he spoke every word with the utmost sincerity. He was simple, like his namesake.

“Here, I’ll start,” you offered with a laugh.

Closing your eyes, you reached deep inside yourself, dredging up bright memories coated in wisps of sugar. Happy times, shared experiences. The Silver in them shined, ringed by woodland critters, a crown of sunlight as his halo.

“You are loved. You’re deserving of love. And you will always be loved,” you recited cheerily, “because you are enough.”

Silver’s eyes widened. “What…?”

Ah-hah.

An opening, a chink in his armor. The X over his chest, a place for you to strike.

It happened and it was over in an instant.

You seized the opportunity and leaned in, planting peck his exposed forehead. Silver’s hand moved with a lighting reflex, grazing the spot where your lips had been mere seconds ago. You saw yourself reflected back in the dreamy colors of his irises.

“… Why?” Silver, at last, asked. He was so quiet, he could have been mistaken for a lazy wind. “That was…”

“A blessing, from me to you—so you can be extra lucky today,” you explained sheepishly, “and even stay awake for all of Trein’s lecture!”

“I see, so that was your intention.” The stiff muscles in his face shifted, seemingly relaxing You could never know for sure. “I appreciate it, but I feel the blessing is not necessary for me.”

“It’s not?” You shot him a queer look.

Silver smiled—and it was like the sun had come out after a long storm. His existence was effortlessly pretty, a human-shaped mosaic set into multiple colors when the light hit him.

A slow, gradual warmth climbed from your toes to your cheeks. Too pretty for this world, you think again.

“Why would it be? Being here at Night Raven College with Malleus-sama, father, my friends, and you… Blessing or not, I’m already the luckiest person on campus.”

[yvesssssssss]

Imagine Shin, Nagumo, Shishiba, and Heisuke getting pulled into their bathroom, a makeup headband given to them (plus points if it has a bow or bunny ears on the top/just smth cutsey in general), and now they have to do skincare with their S/O cuz they said so 🔥 (I think I'm cooking)

Operation: clear skin

COOKED, SEARED, SAUTÉED.

I think this is one of the fics I've written that i actually like the most😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Shin asakura

Shin doesn’t even get a chance to protest. One moment he’s on the couch reading, the next, he’s being dragged into the bathroom by the wrist.

“W-Wait—! What’s happening?”

“You’re doing skincare with me. You need it. Your pores are crying.”

“…My pores are what—?”

Now he’s standing there, looking at himself in the mirror with a pink headband on. A pink headband with glittery bunny ears. Shin is so red in the face he might spontaneously combust.

“You could’ve warned me,” he mumbles as you gently rub cleanser onto his cheeks.

“I did. You were ignoring me.”

He flinches at the cold water but lets out a tiny sigh when you pat his face with a warm towel.

By the time the moisturizer is being dabbed on, he’s mellowed out completely.

“…This is kinda nice.”

You smirk. “Told you.”

He looks at you, then at his reflection.

“…Can I wear the blue bunny ears next time?”

Nagumo yoichi

He’s grinning way too hard as you drag him by the collar into the bathroom.

“Ohhh, is this couple bonding time? Baby, I thought you’d never ask. Do we kiss between each serum layer or—”

“You shut your pretty mouth and wear the bear-ear headband.”

“You got it, boss.”

He adjusts the cute brown headband with the little round ears and even poses in the mirror.

“Oh, I look adorable. This should be illegal.”

“Yoichi, sit down so I can put the clay mask on.”

“Do I get to put one on you too?”

You pause. “…Fine. But only if you don’t draw a mustache on my face like last time.”

He crosses his heart.

You absolutely end up with a clay mustache.

He absolutely gets smacked with a washcloth.

And somehow, both of you are glowing afterwards, laughing so hard your faces hurt more than the exfoliant.

Heisuke mashimo

“What do you mean I have to wear this?”

You dangle the headband—a cute tan one with tiny deer ears and nubs of antlers.

“I mean exactly what I said. Get in the bathroom, heisuke.”

“I have sensitive skin! What if it reacts badly and I break out and I die?! You wouldn’t want me to die, right?”

You stare at him.

He slowly follows you into the bathroom, muttering about “skincare-induced assassinations.”

Once he’s seated, you plop the headband on him. He looks so bewildered in the mirror that you almost laugh.

“…This doesn’t feel very sniper-core.”

“You shoot like a stormtrooper, girl. Come back when your accuracy’s better.”

“Hey!”

But he sits still while you cleanse and moisturize, even nervously holding the toner bottle like it might explode.

When it’s over, he gently pokes his cheek.

“…Whoa. I’m so soft. I could dodge bullets with this skin.”

“You can’t dodge anything, Heisuke.”

He flinches. “Ow. That was harsher than the exfoliator.”

Still, he secretly Googles “best moisturizers for men” before bed.

Shishiba

“You need to exfoliate,” you said.

“It’ll be relaxing,” you said.

Now Shishiba is sitting on the edge of the tub, a giant white cat-ear headband around his forehead, scowling at the mirror like it insulted his mother.

“I don’t see how this is helping,” he grumbles as you apply a sheet mask to his face.

“You don’t need to see it. Just trust me.”

He sighs, but doesn’t pull away. You press the mask into place gently, smoothing the wrinkles with your fingers.

He closes his eyes. “…It smells like flowers.”

“You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s fine.”

Then, quieter: “…Your hands are warm.”

You nearly drop the serum bottle.

Ten minutes later, when you peel the mask off, he looks in the mirror and blinks.

“…I look good.”

“I told you.”

He keeps the cat-ear headband on for the rest of the night.

Totally forgets about it.

Refuses to take it off when you point it out.

"It keeps my hair out of my eyes. Shut up."

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Fashion Show (Casey Novak x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You decide it times to get Casey to admit how much she wants you. Which can only mean one thing. A fashion show!

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, marking, dirty talk, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving)

Sitting in your living room, you were doing your best not to stare at Casey. In the afternoon light she was beautiful. All soft edges and sweet curves, a small smile on her face. Your fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

She’d shown up at your door, a case file in hand, asking you to run through her opening statements with her. Preparation was the way to win. And no one was ever as prepared as Casey Novak.

So you sat with her on Sunday afternoon, tinkering her opening statement, running through the evidence, the questions she wanted to ask, making sure she hit all the right points. You loved lawyer mode Casey. It always gave you a thrill to see her in action.

It was unbelievably sexy.

“I really think you’ve got it,” you said.

Her head was bent over a few papers, her hair falling forward into her face. You reached over, pushing it behind her ear. Glancing up, she seemed startled, green eyes widening. Your smile was meant to reassure.

“You’re going to be amazing, Case. You know that,” you said.

“I don’t know. I really can’t afford to mess this one up. Donnelly is already breathing down my neck,” she said.

“Come on, you know this case. You’re gonna crush it. You’re quite literally the best lawyer I’ve ever met,” you said.

“How many lawyers do you know?” she asked with a twist of the lips.

“More than enough to be getting on with,” you replied, “now put your papers away. I have something fun you can do to take a break.”

Her gaze sharpened as it landed on you. You lent forward, sitting on your knees, forcing yourself closer to her. Her gaze dipped down before returning to your face.

“Wanna do something fun?” you asked, lowering your voice, trying to sound as tempting as possible.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“How about a fashion show?” you said, “I’d love your opinion on something.”

She looked at you like you’d lost your mind. You grinned back, knowing exactly what you wanted to show her. Something that might finally push her to making a move. Months of living on the edge of something more, she was driving you crazy. It was time you did something to get what you wanted.

“You want my opinion on fashion?” she asked.

“A very specific type of fashion,” you said.

“Go on then,” she said, sitting back, eyes sweeping over you.

You clambered to your feet, shooting her a wink before you shut your bedroom door. Scrabbling through your underwear drawer, you pulled out the three sets you were considering. Red and blue and green. All pretty. All capable of getting you what you wanted.

Together, you could drive her absolutely wild.

You slipped the red on first, figuring the green would be the big guns to pull out at the end, and the blue a nice palate cleanser between the two. You’d paid enough attention to Casey to know her preferences. You cracked open the door, peeking through to see Casey sitting on your couch, still looking at the case notes.

“Okay, so I have three options and I need to know which one you think looks better,” you said through the crack, snagging her attention.

“Sure,” she said, placing down her notes, “what’s this for?”

“I guess I just need to know which you’d prefer to see if you were undressing me,” you said, stepping out into the living room.

Her eyes widened and colour bloomed on her cheeks. You watched her eyes rake over your body, lingering, hungry as they took you in. With a slow spin, you let her see the entirety of the pretty red set you’d bought the week before in an attempt to make yourself feel better about not having Casey in your bed. You’d considered putting it on and going out to find someone to take care of the throbbing between your legs. It hadn’t seemed worth it if it wasn’t her doing it.

“What do you think?” you asked, facing her again.

Her eyes had darkened, almost to the point of losing the blue. You stepped towards her, almost to within touching distance, swaying your hips, watching her watch you. Tilting your head, you let her drink her fill, liking the way it felt to be under her gaze. She was leaning forward, her ravenous gaze so focused on you.

“Well?” you prompted, lips curling up into a small, knowing smirk.

“It’s very.” You followed the way her tongue ran along her lower lip, “nice.”

“Only nice?” you asked.

You shivered as her gaze met yours again. You could see how tense she was, as if she was under great strain not to launch herself at you. Placing both of your hands on your hips, you stared her down. If she pounced, you weren’t going to complain. You’d probably reward her for it.

You stepped right into her orbit, your finger reaching out to tilt her chin up. You wanted her looking you right in the eye.

“You really can’t think of a better word to describe it?” you asked.

“Pretty. It’s pretty,” she said, hurriedly, as if trying to find the right answer.

“I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”

She nodded, teeth sinking into her lower lip. You found yourself staring, wondering what it would be like to do the same. You thought she might whimper. Just the thought sent heat licking at your skin.

“Be right back,” you whispered.

You felt her gaze on you as you walked back to your bedroom, hips swaying. You turned in the doorway, shooting her a wink before you closed the door. Taking your time, you let her stew in her thoughts. You wished you could hear them, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she was thinking about you the way you were thinking about her.

You wanted to know how close she was to snapping.

“Ready?” you called through the crack in the door.

“Sure,” she said, but it wasn’t quite the calm and collected Casey you were used to.

You stepped out into the living room, gaze trained on her. You wanted to see every single expression on her face. Her fingers were clenched in a fist, resting on her thigh as her eyes dragged up your body. Pausing in front of her, you let her look her fill.

The blue was pretty, soft and sweet, almost the complete opposite of the red. That one had been seductive, vampy, this one made you feel like you might be a good girl in it. A nice present. A reward.

Her darkened eyes made you think you were the exact kind of present she wanted to unwrap.

“You can touch if you want. If it’ll help you decide if you like this one more,” you said.

It was like giving her permission was all she needed. Her hand jumped up, tracing the waistband of your panties. You shivered, stepping closer to let her touch you properly. The warmth of her touch was exactly what you were looking for.

She was watching the trail her finger was making over your body. You sighed, the relief palpable. You’d been waiting for her touch for so long even this felt better than you could have imagined.

“I like this set,” you said, chin dipping so you could look at her from under lowered eyelashes, “makes me feel pretty.”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, waiting to see how she responded. Her fingers trailed up your stomach, the muscles jumping under her touch. Brushing the curve of your breast, she watched her own fingers touch you. It was like she couldn’t look away.

“Does it make me look pretty?” you asked, prompting her when the silence continued.

“You always look pretty,” she replied, eyes dragging back up your body to meet yours.

“But am I extra pretty in this set?” you asked.

Her fingertips dragged back down your stomach, making you shiver. Her touch was a heady thing, almost addictive, and she’d barely done anything. You wanted her to do more to you.

“It’s certainly something,” she replied, her voice a low hum.

“But we can probably do better,” you said.

You stepped out of her reach, watching the way her fingers clenched at the loss of contact. It was gratifying to know she was feeling it just as intensely as you were. You did your best to keep your smirk to yourself, even as you turned on the balls of your feet, listening out for the soft groan as she saw the skimpy back to your g-string. Hiding your smile, you let your hips swing as you took yourself back into your bedroom.

This time you didn’t take your time, wanting the punch of green more than you wanted to tease her. You could just imagine it, fingers clenching, cheeks flushing, eyes darkening the moment she saw you in the deep forest green set. You’d been thinking of her the entire time you’d tried it on, buying it specifically for her eyes.

You didn’t give her a warning, flinging your bedroom door open and stepping out into your tiny living room. She was already leaning forward, eyes trained on the doorway, breathless and beautiful as she waited for you. You grinned.

The green was definitely doing more than the red or blue did. Her jaw was clenching and her cheeks were flushed. You felt the flicker of excitement at the expression on her face. Restrained desire, like you were teasing her and she knew she wasn’t allowed you. You stepped forward, just in front of her, right where her fingertips could graze you.

“This one doing more for you?” you asked.

She looked almost pained as her eyes met yours.

“Who’s this for?” she asked, the bite almost anger, frustration mixed in there too.

“Does it have to be for someone specific?” you asked, “maybe I’m planning for the future.”

“Who?” she asked, voice hardening.

“Does it matter?” you asked in return.

“You bought this with someone in mind,” she said, her hands making contact with your hips, grasping them.

“I did,” you confirmed, giving her enough to bite.

“Who?” Dark eyes dragged up to yours.

“You.”

The word hung between the two of you. Something satisfied settled on her face. Her hands tightened over your hips, tight enough for you to gasp. Her eyes smouldered, raking over your figure, holding you still as her gaze travelled over you. She tugged you closer, close enough to feel her breath ghost over the skin of your stomach. Your muscles tightened, breath catching. The slow perusal of your body was heating your skin until you thought you might combust.

The teaser had turned into the teased.

“You bought this with me in mind?” she asked, those pretty pink lips pulling up into a cocky smirk.

“I just told you I did,” you replied.

“And in what context did you think I might see this?” she asked, hands sliding around to grasp your ass.

“Well, I was hoping there might be some ripping of my clothes off, but I think this was pretty effective,” you replied.

Your hands landed on her shoulders, warm through the shirt she had on, strong as you used them to keep yourself steady. She looked up at you, head tipped back, a tilt to it that spoke of her amusement.

“Effective at what?” she asked.

“At letting me know how badly you want to bend me over and fuck me,” you replied, lowering your voice, “and do you know what I see when I look at you?”

“What?” she asked, fingers digging into your skin.

“Someone desperate to fuck me.”

She tugged on you, sharply enough for you to fall forward. Your knees landed either side of her thighs, a less than graceful manoeuvre to get you to straddle her lap. Her amusement as the small noise of surprise you made was obvious, her smile making your skin heat.

“You think very highly of yourself,” she said, but her hands were stroking over your bare skin in a way that suggested she was rather distracted by it.

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” you asked.

Your fingers threading in the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging until her head tipped back. Her eyes were smouldering, a liquid heat in them that made you tug harder. Her hands tightened on you, dragging you closer.

“I’m saying you should be careful. Attitude like that and I might have to teach you not to be such a fucking tease,” she said.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said.

With hands hooked behind your thighs, she threw you down on the sofa cushions, hovering over you. A rush of air left from your parted lips, surprised at her actions, but not how strong she was. You’d been hoping she could throw you around like a rag doll.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

“As much as you’ve been,” you replied as your legs curled around her hips, drawing her closer.

“So tell me,” she said, voice lowering into a sexy rasp that had electricity running over your skin, “what were you hoping I’d do once I saw you in this little number?”

Her fingers deftly plucked your bra strap, letting it snap back against your skin. Your hands pushed up under the hem of her shirt, seeking out the soft skin hidden beneath. As your palms ran over the skin of her back, you felt how tightly she was holding herself.

“I was hoping I might at least get a kiss,” you said.

“Lofty dreams.” You could just hear the eye roll in her voice, “nothing more?”

“Well, in an ideal world, you’d peel me out of it and make me scream your name,” you said, “but I’m not fussy. I’ll let you decide what you want to do now we’re here.”

“And if I just want to look at you?” she asked.

“Look all you like.”

You arched your back, offering yourself up to her gaze. The throbbing between your legs was insistent, but the way she was looking at you was delicious. If that was all she wanted, you were more than happy to supply the view.

“You are beautiful,” she said, her palm stroking down your side, taking in the warmth of your skin, the soft sigh her touch brought, the shiver when her nails dragged over your skin, “so very, very beautiful.”

Her lips brushed against yours, whisper soft, ghostlike, making you whimper for more. You felt her smile against your lips before she kissed you properly. It was all consuming, nothing but heat, making your head spin. Your arms curled around her, drawing her closer, wanting to feel her against every inch of you. Her moan went through you, lighting you up.

When her lips began to trail down your neck, you tipped your head back, letting her have her way with you. You’d let her do anything if she kept making you feel that good. It was better than you’d been able to imagine, and you’d spent a lot of time imagining it. Her hands were sliding further down your body, grasping your thighs, keeping them around her waist. With fingers buried in her hair, you kept her pressed against your skin.

“Please tell me this means you plan on fucking me,” you moaned.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to take care of you.” And despite her words reassuring you, the twinkle in her eye said you were in for trouble.

Her teeth nipped at your skin, right at your pulse point. The molten heat spreading through your veins flared, threatening to turn you to ash. Strong hands slid back up your body, cupping your lace covered breasts. You arched into her touch, offering yourself to her.

Her lips traced a path down to where lace met skin, tongue dragging over the curve of your breast. Your fingers tightened in her hair, clenching as she sucked a mark into your skin. The thought of your body being littered in her marks was one that tasted delicious. You wanted it, so badly, to be claimed by her.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” she growled into your skin, “you knew exactly what you were doing with this lingerie.”

“I did,” you confirmed.

“You wanted to rile me up,” she said.

“Uh huh,” you said, not able to come up with a more intelligent response as her thumb swiped over your tightening nipple.

“You wanted me to put you back in your place,” she said.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Such a desperate little slut,” she murmured.

Her fingers dipped beneath the cup of your bra, a teasing touch leaving you breathless. You arched against her again, urging her on. The curve of her smile was lost against her skin as her teeth sunk into your soft flesh.

“Casey,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” she murmured.

Her tongue soothed over the bite mark that was pressed into your skin. She sat back, looking down at you, eyes dark and lips smirking, cheeks flushed as she gazed down on you.

“Now let’s see if you can be a good girl for me,” she said.

Her hands were slow to pull the bra from your body, leaving you exposed, hips pinned to the couch by her weight. She ran her touch back up your body, now cupping your newly bare breasts. The warmth of her skin felt searing against yours.

When she lent forward, you shivered, the ghost of her breath on your skin setting your nerve endings on fire. Her mouth was warm as her lips wrapped around one hardened nipple, tongue flicking over it. You felt insane as your fingers wound their way through her hair, pressing her to you, arching into her mouth. Her hand was toying with the other nipple, rolling it, pinching it, making you feel more alive than you had in a very long time.

You whimpered her name, knowing you were being gifted exactly what you’d given her. She was teasing you, dragging it out, not giving you exactly what you wanted as she played with you. You felt insane, a puddle of want, barely holding it together as she did what she wanted to your body.

Her other hand had slipped down, running along the waistband of your panties. You couldn’t stop the pleas from falling from your lips, but she stayed there, a teasing touch, refusing to give in and give you more.

Her mouth trailed across your chest, finding the other breast. The curse that fell from your lips was as harsh as the way she sucked. Your fingers tightened in her hair, clenching as you tried to be good for her. You thought she would like it, you submitting, finally, to her and doing as you were told. Not that she’d issued any orders to you. But you got the gist of what she wanted from the way she moaned into your skin when you did something she liked.

She kissed her way back up to your ear, tongue darting out to taste your skin, lingering at your pulse point, teeth nipping. It was a slow path, taking plenty of detours as she explored you with her mouth. She caught your earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it until you were certain her plan was to drive you crazy.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmured into your ear.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“I am touching you,” she said, fingers drifting lazily over your lower stomach.

“Casey,” you whined.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Please,” you begged, “please.”

“Just as soon as you tell me what exactly you want,” she said, sitting back to look down at you squirm beneath her.

You felt hot all over. The way she was looking at you was like she planned on eating you alive, like you were the sweet treat she’d been craving all day. Your fingers closed around the wrist of the hand teasing you, tight enough it might bruise, and you guided her hand to the throbbing heat between your legs. She grinned, cupping you, feeling exactly how wet you were through your underwear. You’d be embarrassed if you didn’t like the pride that flew across her face the feeling.

“Use your words, baby girl,” she said.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, breathless and desperate and not above begging her, “all I can think about is your fingers inside me or you eating me out or bending me over and fucking me from behind. I need you, Casey. I need you so much. I need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” she hummed.

Her fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding through your folds. She brushed against your clit, brightening at the noise you made, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, relief flooding through you. She lingered on your clit, still watching you, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against her touch.

“I bet you taste wonderful,” she said, slow to begin circling your bundle of nerves.

You whimpered, wanting more. You’d already told her exactly what you wanted, now she was just playing with you. When her fingers pressed to your entrance, you moaned her name, hips pressing up into her.

She lent forward, lips pressing to the skin above the waistband of your panties. Her hands retracted from your body, fingers hooking under the waistband. She dragged them from your body, flinging them aside, leaving you completely bare beneath her, even as she was completely dressed above you. Her hands curled around your thighs, parting them, as her lips drew closer to your throbbing heat.

“Casey,” you moaned.

“Shhh, baby girl. Let me taste you,” she said.

Her tongue swept through your folds. Your head fell back, eyes slipping closed. You lost yourself in the feeling of her. When she moaned, it rocketed through you, the vibrations making you clutch at her, fingers tangling in her hair as you held her against you.

You’d known Casey was good with her mouth, her silver tongue winning more cases than any other lawyer you knew. This took it to whole other level. She was a master, an absolute expert, driving you to heights you weren’t used to. All you could do was hold on, the pleasure overwhelming.

Her fingers slipped into you, tongue on your clit. The louder you got, the harder she worked, as if she wanted to see how loud she could get you. You were trembling, muscles tight. Your heels were digging into her back, fingers tight in her hair, and all you knew was the fire in your veins and the pleasure rolling through your body.

You came screaming her name, clutching at her, keeping her pressed against you. She eased you through it, tongue slow to clean you up. You were slow to let her go, fingers aching from clenching so hard, releasing her as your body melted into the couch cushions. She sat up again, proud smirk on her face.

“You taste delicious,” she said.

Reaching for her hand, you slid your lips around her still glistening fingers, tasting yourself. Her eyes turned molten as she watched you clean your own arousal off her skin. You slowly pulled her fingers from your mouth, grinning up at her.

“Well, that certainly was something fun,” she said.

“And I bet you didn’t even think about the case once,” you said.

“Was that your plan all along?” she asked.

“To seduce you on my couch as a way of making you take a break?” you asked, “I can’t say it was my main motivation.”

“What was then?” she asked.

“To seduce you on my couch as a way of making you fuck me,” you replied.

“So you admit you were seducing me,” she said.

“I bought multiple lingerie sets with the intention of letting you see me in them. Of course I was seducing you,” you said.

“And how long exactly have you been planning this little seduction?” she asked, fingers lightly ghosting over the skin of your stomach. Your muscles clenched and you squirmed.

“A while,” you replied.

“You can’t have known this would work,” she said.

“Can’t I?” You curled your fingers around her wrist, tugging until she fell forward, face close enough to feel her breath ghost over your lips, “you caught a glimpse of a bit of lace and you couldn’t look away. Wasn’t hard to figure out a bit of teasing might make you snap.”

“Oh, baby girl. You haven’t seen me snap yet,” she said.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder next time then,” you whispered.

She chuckled into the kiss.

[jenneyquinn]

“who do you think you’re impressing with this stuff?”

“everyone. you wouldn’t understand.”

after adjusting his tie, pacifica looks up from dipper’s neck, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. it’s the very first time she sees him without that lame pine tree cap on, so naturally, her eyes aim a little higher.

upon inspecting the brunette’s tufts of hair, she thinks to herself, he definitely doesn’t shower much, trying her best to not react too visibly to the accumulation of sweat. who knows, making him feel more awkward will just make things worse—after all, that suit must be stuffy enough as it is.

so, she remains indifferent as she continues inspecting his hair. despite a lack of showering, she thinks, he’s lucky to have fluffly hair… for a nerd, i guess.

before she backs off completely, walking back into the party to the ‘problem room’, pacifica notices something about dipper’s forehead. a blemish, perhaps? or maybe, a hint of acne.

acne makes sense for him, trying very hard to roll her eyes at the thought, obviously not the type to spare time for proper skin care, geez.

for all she knew, pacifica soon came to the conclusion that from all that sweat… the pores on his forehead being clogged thanks to his brown hair and that hat of his, she wouldn’t worry much about giving away some facial cleanser, mosturiser, and a trip to pick up some ointment (since she never needed any).

yet, before she could start on a list—first, she needed to know how bad it was.

pushing his hair back, dipper feels his whole body go stiff in a flash. what the heck was she doing?

“i don’t have time to give you a total makeover, but the least i can do is advise you on better personal hygiene.”

pacifica answers, which meant that dipper was definitely thinking out loud.

stupid! now that, he whines in thought, but refrains from physically face-palming himself.

when pacifica fully pushes dipper’s hair back, his forehead now bare to her, she observes it, her face remaining indifferent as she focuses on what lies before her. it’s… a big dipper?

behind that poker face of hers, she’s laughing inside; trying desperately to not let the corners of her lips twinge up and succumb to her amusement.

clearly embarrassed, dipper’s face flushes red, but finds himself staying still as he feels frozen under pacifica’s gaze. his doe-brown eyes are only glued to her diamond-hued irises, then glances a bit down to her glossed lips, awaiting the inevitable mean-girl cackle.

“so that’s why people call you dipper.” pacifica points out softly, showing the smallest hint of a grin on her face.

only, it isn’t malicious—dipper notes to himself. amused, yes, but not in a cruel, insulting way.

feeling awkward enough as it is, dipper breaks away from pacifica’s touch, backing himself away and heading towards the door; laughing inorganically.

“yeah, it’s just a dumb birthmark, started going by dipper so no one could tease me about that anymore, heh,” he tries to explain in a single breath, pulling out the third journal to avoid being further burned in her gaze, “anywaysweshouldgoaheadandfindtheroomwheretheghostwaslastspottedright?”

“i don’t think it’s dumb.”

the confession slips pass pacifica’s lips almost instantly, unable to stop the words from spewing out.

now, they’re both pink in the face, both in disbelief of the blonde’s admission.

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING (EXPERIMENTAL)- what your skin needs!

welcome back my loves, i had a very interesting idea this morning: what if i read tarot for skin concerns? what is your skin asking for right now? of course this is not medical advice but a collective reading made for entertainment purposes, so take what resonates and leave what does not as usual. much love and please let me know if you'd like more of those unhinged readings!

(p.s the artist saga is coming veryyyyy soon, i'm putting all of my effort and research into it, stay tuned <3)

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pile 1: GIRL YOU NEED TO START DRINKING WATER BYE. you're either not drinking enough water or skipping hydrating ingredients, your skin is thirsty. there might also be some barrier damage, irritation or over exfoliation. your skin is probably prone to inflammation, redness or sensitivity (maybe you've been switching too many products in hopes of compensating for the lack of hydration). you need to stick to hydrating toners (milky toners have my heart or torriden's dive in line or round lab's birch juice toner!! or the polar bear one), focus on ceramide-rich moisturizers (or those with peptides or squalane) and go minimalist. the less the better <3

pile 2: oooh your skin is unpredictable, you never know when you're going to wake up with a fresh breakout. you might be battling your skin instead of working with it (are you over cleansing or scrubbing aggressively or using too many active ingredients? stahp and let it heal instead), you might be overloading your skin with serums but not locking in moisture. cut back on the serums and acids/actives. go gentle with simple, nurturing products (hydrating essences, mild cleanser, sunscreen of course: personal favs: ANUA, roche posay, laneige, avene). the sun card came out so focus on sun protection please lmao i promise we all need sunscreen. centella asiatica is an ingredient you should be focusing on right now!

pile 3: your skin is constantly breaking out or changing all the time. it's fast moving and reactive so you might be overstimulating it with too many treatments or inconsistent routines. the devil suggests obsession with trends (tiktok trends, too many new products...) and you gotta stoooop. the seven of swords also hints at hidden damage and the way i see it is that you could be possibly picking a lot at your skin/sleeping with makeup on/not washing your pillowcases and so on. you need to simplify your routine and cut back on unnecessary steps. give your skin a break and be patient, healing takes time. use a very gentle cleanser, soothing serum and a lightweight moisturizer. no more playing chemist! stop touching your face too lmao

as always, thank you so much for reading and for supporting me <3 please let me know if this resonated with you! <3