i just want a daddy that’ll treat me like a princess and buy me things and take me out and meet my family and friends and take me on cute dates but i also want him to choke me and spank me and fuck me until i can’t move✨
So I pulled a piece of hair out of a cheap wig and decided to stick it on my face with gloss. #art #? 😂
No foundation, but I used a little bit of @katvondbeauty colour correcting primer on my lid (it’s still a little pink from wearing purple eyeshadow yesterday☺️), @benefitcosmetics gimme brow #3, @thebalm_cosmetics Mary Lou-manizer, clear gloss, and wig hair.
“I know you have issues with that elf, but I’ve always taken to the little beasts. Pets that clean your home, cook your food, and praise you endlessly so long as you don’t dress them up,” Cassie said with a youthful grin. “I remember when Mother scolded me for accidentally freeing all of ours.”
Dorea chuckled softly. “She never would have known had they not been crying in the foyer, begging to have those little pink dresses taken off of them.”
“I wanted a playmate, and Pollux was terrible,” Cassie insisted. “Be grateful for those dressed-up house-elves; I’m fairly certain the only reason Mother got pregnant again with you was to give me a baby sister to play with. It’s a shame you were so dull.”
"Youre the reason I get out of bed in the morning."
“What?” You ask, looking up to see Daryl staring intently at you from across the breakfast table.
He shrugs and goes back to his cereal, causing you to shake your head and look back down at your breakfast as well. A few minutes later, though, he was back at it. “Daryl, what? Why are you staring at me?”
“Nothing.” He shrugs.
“No, not nothing,” You insist. “What?”
He turns a little pink and says, “You’re the reason I get out of bed in the morning.”
Now it was your turn to blush. “Daryl, you’re so cheesy.” He just shrugged and shoveled in another mouthful of cereal.
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