Primers- Priming Potion in original formula by Urban Decay Cosmetics.
Mascara- At Long Lash by Laura Geller (gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).
Eyeshadow- Rouge above the crease and on the entire lids, Fragonard on the outer half of my lids and in the crease, Stolen Kiss on the inner half of my eyes, and Confession on the inner corner, and lastly Love Letter as under eyeliner, all shades from the Honoré Palette by Kailav Beauty (this was gifted by the brand in exchange for an honest review before they went out of business, when this was edited the website was still up. Hopefully it still will be once this is finally published).
Eyebrows- Triple Brow Pencil by Missha (no longer sold, still links to brand’s website for similar products).
Powder- Filter Finish Radiant Powder by Laura Geller (gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).
Under eye concealer- Outlast Extreme Wear in 800 Fair Ivory by Cover Girl (gifted by the brand and BeautyTap).
Highlighters- Cooling Glimmer and Glow Stick in Coin by Unicorn Glow.
Lips- Color Stay Satin Ink in Lady Topaz by Revlon (received from the brand and Influenster).
I love when I get to put together a look of fully gifted PR products. So thankful and was really happy with how this one turned out.
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VICTORIA SECRET ANGEL ULTIMATE GLOW UP🩰
LONGER LASHES🎀
-USE CASTER/COCONUT OIL TO YOUR LASHES BEFORE BED
-MASSAGE YOUR EYELIDS TO STIMULATE GROWTH
-AVOID EYELASH CURLERS INSTEAD USE YOUR FINGERS
-USE COLD GREEN TEA TO YOUR EYELASHES WITH A COTTON BALL
-AVOID MAKEUP WIPES INSTEAD USE A BALM/OIL, MELTING SPRAY, OR MICELLAR WATER
WHITE TEETH☁️
-USE CREST WHITENING STRIPS
-TAKE A SPOONFUL OF COCONUT OIL FOR 10- 20 MINUTES
-USE A WHITENING MOUTHWASH
-START USING A WHITENING PEN
-BRUSH YOUR TEETH WITH BAKING SODA AND HYDROGEN PEROXIDE 3X A WEEK
-USE A CREST WHITENING TOOTHPASTE
SMOOTHER SKIN 🫧
-NEVER DRY SHAVE!!!
-USE A DRY BRUSH PR AN EXFOLIATE ROCK TO REMOVE DEAD SKIN
-PUT PLASTIC WRAP OVER VASELINE ON YOUR SKIN AND LEAVE IT ON FOR AN HOUR
-START USING BODY OIL AND BODY BUTTER AFTER A SHOWER
-USE A MENS RAZOR FOR A CLOSER SHAVE
-MAINTAIN A HEALTHY AND CONSISTENT DIET
-START USING SUGAR SCRUBS IN THE SHOWER
HEALTHY HAIR 🧺
-RESEARCH YOUR HAIR TYPE TO FIND THE BEST PRODUCTS FOR YOU
-START USING A SILK PILLOWCASE
-AVOID APPLYING HEAT TO YOUR HAIR
-STOP GOING TO SLEEP WITH WET HAIR
-WASH YOUR HAIR LESS OFTEN
-START USING A HAIR MASK IX A WEEK
-PROTECT YOUR HAIR WHILE SWIMMING
-START TAKING COLD SHOWERS
CLEAR SKIN 🧴
-WASH YOUR PILLOWCASE AND SHEETS EVERY SINGLE WEEK
-CLEAN YOUR MAKEUP BRUSHES ONCE A WEEK
-DRINK 2 LITERS OF WATER EVERYDAY
-INCORPORATE SPF IN YOUR DAILY SKINCARE
-EXFOLIATE 2-3X A WEEK
-AVOID GREASY FOOD IN YOUR DIET
-START ICING YOUR FACE EVERYDAY
-DO NOT FALL ASLEEP IN YOUR MAKEUP
-WASH YOUR FACE BEFORE/AFTER YOU WORK OUT
-RESEARCH YOUR SKIN TYPE
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୨୧ based on this submission from @sageworld
boxer!rafe & shy!reader bc they are cuties xx
a big fat reason why you were such a shy and mousey little thing was due to your thick latin accent and broken english. sure, you could hold your own with basic conversations, but your doe eyes never missed the way people squinted into over-exerted focus as you spoke. you were well aware of how you mispronounced words and the way you subconsciously elongated the wrong consonants, so you completely despised having to speak, unless you were spoken to. after spending about an hour with you, rafe was fully aware of your cute quirk and welcomed it with open arms.
quite frankly, the way your tongue carefully sang each word with practiced effort was heart wrenchingly adorable to him … and he silently wished that you’d never stop talking.
“okay, mama — y’gotta use y’words, just like i’ve been teachin’ you, yeah?” rafe calls out from the bathroom, steam leaking through the opened door, his voice raised, thanks to the toothbrush that rested between his teeth.
with a frustrated huff, you quickly blinked back the tears of defeat that welled in your bambi eyes, tilting your head back in a desperate attempt to stop your whiny tears from ruining your makeup that’s you’d spent a whopping hour and a half doing … it was so pretty, soft, and sparkly — messing it up would just send you over the edge.
you remained with your head tilted back for about a minute before the pinned up curls that covered your head became too heavy for your neck, “don’t want to, papi — i feel stupid,” you pouted your lips, swollen from the glittery plumping gloss that you’d applied just a few minutes prior.
rafe had taken it upon himself to be proactive when it came to breaking you away from your shy shell, and he figured that if you tackled your largest insecurity first — the rest would be a piece of cake. so, rafe decided that he simply wouldn’t talk to you, if you only gave him one worded answers or hummed responses.
“hey — fix y’face, no reason to be havin’ an attitude,” rafe enters his bedroom, towel hung low on his semi-wet hips as he snaps a corrective finger in your direction, his glassy eyes glaring into yours as you nod obediently.
adjusting the hem of your powder pink skims bandeau top, or lack thereof, to sit just a bit higher on your perky and swollen tits, you comply, “the pr-press thingy — yo no quiero ir,” you speak, your voice shaky as you approach rafe, bare feet padding against the polished hardwood flooring, “s’too many people,” you add in a low mumble.
acknowledging your concerns with a simple nod, rafe rolls his shoulders, the towel that once hung around his hips now replaced with grey briefs as he glances over at you, before letting out a hum of feigned thought, “that’s what had y’all fussy? jesus, baby,” he sighs, allowing his tight shoulders to soften as he nudges the tip of your chin with the knuckle of his index finger.
letting out an embarrassed whine, you closed the gap between you and rafe, swinging your arms around his tense neck as you jump from the tips of your painted toes, snaking your legs around his waist, earning a knowing sigh from your man, “y’know i can’t have you sitting here alone — need to keep an eye on you, mama,” he coos, keeping a free arm curled underneath the fat of your plush ass and thighs as he continues to make his way towards your shared closet, hiking you up to sit up a bit higher on his buff and toned frame.
“no soy una niña — y’not being nice,” you speak against the side of rafe’s neck, earning a quick slap to your bare ass, “raafe, that was hard,” you moan, lightly swatting your hand against his firm pecs.
rolling his eyes, rafe grabbed ahold of a the crisp navy blue suit jacket that hung neatly, his voice monotone as he searches for his matching slacks, “not a little girl, huh? y’sure as hell are actin’ like one, princess,” he comments blankly, his squinted eyes widening as he nudges your waist with the metal part of the hanger that held his jacket, “hold this f’me.”
with a bratty roll of your eyes, your small hand grips the hanger, your chin resting atop of rafe’s flexed clavicle as your makeup remains in tact.
fisting his slacks and louis vuitton belt in his grip, rafe walks out of the closet, leaving your legs to cling tightly around his waist as he walks towards his king sized bed, spinning lowering his frame to sit down on the edge of the bed, with you straddling him as his loving gaze met your sparkling eyes.
“okay baby, who’s the man that keeps a smile on y’face, huh?”
biting back a blush, you quickly peck your tingling lips against rafe’s, “rafe cameron,” you speak confidently, oblivious to the way the man before you’s dick began to tent within the thin fabric of his briefs. fuck, he loved the way your latin tongue rolled over each letter with innocent seduction.
“yeah?” rafe raises his eyebrows, “and who is rafe cameron,” he pushes, tonguing the inside of his cheek, eyeing the way you fiddled with your fingers as the cogs in your pretty little head began to turn.
batting your wispy lashes, you take a small breath — you practiced this, “rafe cameron is th-the future uni-unified champion and the el-dest son of w-ward cameron,” you exhale, immediately breaking eye contact with rafe as you force yourself to focus on your freshly manicured nails.
“there you go! see, y’talk just fine, hm?” rafe praises, sealing it with a playful nudge to your jaw, just as his free hand snaps the band of your thong to slap the skin of your hip.
with a sharp gasp you sucked your teeth, craning you neck to see the light red marking left by the skin-tight fabric, “ay, rafe dejarme quieta!” you whined, pathetically fighting your way out of rafe’s grip, much to no avail.
securing both of your wrists in one of his hands, rafe patted the meat of the side of your ass cheek, “a’ight, cut it out — was just playin’ around,” he grabs your cheeks with his free hand, silencing you with a sloppy and slobbery kiss.
annoyed whines left your mouth as you felt the sticky gloss smear off of your lips and onto your chin, “hmph — papi, my lipgl-” you were quickly cut off by your own needy moan as rafe slid his tongue up your lips, before swallowing your mouth into a deeper kiss.
“i know, baby,” rafe mumbles into the kiss, your concealer and lipgloss painted on his chin and jaw as you tightened your arms around his neck, both of your tongues lazily lapping at each other.
the messy and sticky kiss continued for a few more minutes, before you ran out of breath — your once flawless makeup now left smeared and patchy as your lips, now red and swollen, and a bit sore stretched into a cheesy smile. a few of your pinned-up curls had fallen, some wild strands of hair sticking to your lips as you wiped the messy corners rafe’s sticky and glittery lips with the pad of your thumb.
“thank you, sweetheart,” rafe chuckled, not missing the way you still couldn’t maintain direct eye contact with him.
who would even begin to think that he still hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet?
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