Brendon and homebody younger partner is lowk a fav trope of mine bc he seems the exact opposite smth about ortho bros being night animals. He expects his partner on their days off from the hospital to be out and about but just comes home to them watching a lil show nd their granny hobbies or traumatising park by introducing him to AO3 any thoughts
Your writing is so yummy and just a treat to read take care of yourself 🌼🌼
Oh my godddddd.
No.
Yeah I’m sat.
Brendon’s starting to get old. He hates it. It sucks. He used to be a fucking animal. And now he gets sleepy after work and wants to wake up early on his days off and he gets a headache from booze and he cares about his cholesterol. He sucks.
So he thought a younger girlfriend would help, right? Some crazy 20 something party animal would get him back out, keep him young.
Wrong.
Well. Maybe if it was someone else it would have worked.
But it wasn’t. It was you.
And you are somehow more of an old lady than him.
You and your fucking farmers markets and your bookstores and your museum memberships and your tea collection.
You are the world’s most defective young person.
And what’s worse is he kinda likes it.
It’s so peaceful.
He comes home and you’re on the couch on your phone, and there’s food on the stove for him- and it’s good because you’re a really good cook and a better barker. And he heats it up, changes, and asks you what you’re up to and he looks at your phone and you’re reading your fucked up filth again, and he snorts a laugh. Because instead of like, having three ways and orgys and going to sex clubs and fucking interesting insane people like he did you read your little stories about your tv characters and only fuck him- and if he’s very lucky you’ll want to try something new that you read, some insane shit that inevitably blows his fucking mind.
It’s a quiet life with you. It’s takeout coffee and walking trails and yarn stores and street fairs full of families and old people and dinner at 5:30because you hate when the restaurant is loud and vacations to ancient cities full of museums and historic sites instead of boozy beaches, but it’s nice. It’s actually nice.
You were supposed to make him wild again. Instead you fully settled him down.
The plan backfired. But he’s so fucking happy it did.
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you had lost count. no, scratch that, you'd gave up counting moments ago of how many times you’d come tonight.
you were utterly breathless: eyes blurry, mind hazy after another exceedingly euphoric release, yet valko seemed like he was far from done with you.
he eyes your nakedness, amusement evident on his lethal visage like you were the center of the universe — worshipping every curve of your body with his sharp, sinful gaze.
he’s catching his breath — ragged, shallow — as he took his time scanning how beautiful of a mess he'd gotten you into. your sprawled-out frame spasmed from overstimulation on his wrinkled sheets, babbling out sweet pleas as you convulsed from your high — an indecent spectacle that only further awakened his animalistic desire.
fuck. he can't help but curse on his mind, groaning as he feels his blood coursed down to where he throbs relentlessly for you.
“valko…”
you called, the tone coming out breathy, almost pleading, and tainting with pleasure. you could feel the radiating burn of his skin against you. it felt electrifying, delectably addicting even, you can't help but mewl at the sensation.
the golden hue of his gaze didn't leave the rawness of your form as you felt the warmth of his palm spreading your legs further, pumping the hardness of his cock with the other, readying for another round.
oh dear. he’s insatiable.
“oh, val—fuck.” you cried out, body shivering from oversensitivity from his small movement.
despite your glossy vision, you could tell he was…amused. his eyes glinted with a perfect combination of inextinguishable need and desire.
who wouldn't be? when he gets to see such a picturesque view beneath him for his eyes alone. with an exasperated sigh, he tapped his heaviness against your slick fold—a clear gesture of his impatience. and you moaned at the pressure, biting the flesh of your lip a little harder.
the warmth of his cock radiates deliciously onto your pooling cunt, and as if fuel to a flame, you burn with the desire for each other relentlessly.
“spread your legs wider for me.” he ordered brusquely, his voice tainting with an immense degree of greed, need — almost predatory — that only turned you on more. and you listened. you obliged like a reflex as you spread your legs exactly like he wants, pussy squelching lewdly as your folds open, beholding your glistening hole.
“fuck…” he licked his lips, attempting to swallow the sinful groan he might slip out.
“wider…”
dear god. you moaned at his needy request. and without hesitation, you obliged — a brazen act that snaps the last string of his restraints.
you're driving him insane.
“fuuck. you think you could take my cock with that gap?” his chuckle reverberates on his chest and god, the way he sounds, it was addictive.
you’re too lost from the hazy bliss of experience that you hadn't realized the sneaky deed he's orchestrating.
biting his lip, he pressed the fatness of his tip in you — splitting you open with a soppy squelch.
“ha—ah!” you gasped at the abrupt pressure, eyes rolling back from the familiar ecstatic stretch between your hips. god, he's that huge.
and with a devious smirk on his face, he leans closer until you could feel the warm fan of his breath against your ears, grazing the sharpness of his canines right there before growling impatiently. “wider.”
omfg he's hereee! my man is here! i've been waiting for him for sooo long TT ik he might or might not come out ooc in here (since no one knew about his characteristic yet) but i wrote this as quick as I could because i love him already no matter what.
I know Valko has been introduced to us just today and we obviously don't know how his personality is gonna be like but IM SO FERAL IF HE COMES OUT CALLING MC PUP!!!!! 🫦✨
So I'm gonna leave this quick and maybe bad written PWP drabble of Valko. SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
| • Also, please take in mind that this may not be how Valko's personality would be in the game, he is a new character that we still don't know how he is gonna be. So I just made this for fun 😊 • |
Credits to dividers: @/cafekitsune
You held tightly the pillow under you, digging your nails and almost ripping the fabric of it as you were lost in his thrusts. Slow, sloppy, feral.
Both of you sweating, his big chest flushed with your back as he moaned and growled in your ear, making your eyes roll back. Getting lost at the mix of sensations.
“That's it, so good for me~" he kept sliding his fat cock with that delicious and torturous slow pace as he snaked his arm around your neck to form a lock, holding you down completely. At his mercy.
You held back a whimper when he hit that good spot inside of you, bitting your bottom lip trying to hide it. But he already knew. "Did that feel good, pup?” he couldn't help but chuckle. Oh you were so doomed~.
He lifted his hips slightly to adjust his angle and hit that sweet spot again, making you see stars as he didn't stop. You were drooling all over the pillow as you scratched his forearm that was holding you down, drawing blood under your nails.
His other hand pressing firmly on your abdomen to make the sensation more intense. You could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, eager to knock you up and shoot that creamy seed.
His tail thwamped behind him on the bed, he couldn't stop, he needed to breed you nice and round. His fangs already aching to dig on your nape as his tongue licked all the way up your throat, savouring your taste. His nose pressing behind your ear and giving a good big sniff to your scent. Yes, you were perfect, just a perfect mate for him.
“I’m not letting go of you. I'll take good care of you, pup. Just let me mate you properly. Breed you and give you a big litter of pups~”
I'M SORRY WHAT DID I JUST WROTE!!?!?
I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!.... And know I need more~ uwu
🎶 It’s rutting season… I need a big boy, I need a big boy~ Welcome to Linkon, Valko! 🐺 I see the potential now. Exciting times. Also Sylus is still my husband, team vampire 😂 I’m excited to hear Valko’s voice though. Hopefully it’s deep. Btw, no bush in Patreon 🌿
cw: f!reader, ooc!Park-ish
part one | part two | part 3
Brendon Park doesn't think he's ever been as happy as he has been these last four months. Four months of complete and utter bliss. He never used to believed it when people said they'd found their "other halves." He now thought that past version of himself was an idiot. He does whatever you mention, ask, and even think of asking happily.
He'd introduced you as his "partner" one time and gotten an earful from you after. "If I wanted a partner, I'd go into business with somebody. I'm your girlfriend, got it?" You'd snapped heatedly. Immediately, he agreed. Suddenly, being a 40-something-year-old man with a girlfriend didn't feel immature, not when you told him otherwise. In fact, he was ecstatic to have a girlfriend.
He was so happy that he wanted to tell everyone. He even wanted to let the interns at work know, the mailmen, the barista who made his coffees before work, anybody who would listen. He wanted so badly to tell Yolanda, to thank her for setting the two of you up, for trusting him enough to send her best friend on a date with him. Without her approval, he'd have never have found happiness. He owed her thanks and she had no idea...
"Hey, doll?" He calls out, not even looking up from the dinner he's serving for the both of you, "when are you thinking you'll tell Yolanda about us?"
He hears your snort, "I'm not even sure about you yet."
He smiles to himself as he shakes his head, walking out to the living room with both plates of dinner in hand. Sure, you're still iffy about him. It's so obvious from the way you're sprawled across his couch, wearing his clothes, and proudly sporting various bruises from his mouth and hands across your neck and thighs.
"Of course," he concedes, "how silly of me."
You plop yourself beside him, placing a glass of wine in front of him while he slides the dinner he made in front of you. You stab your fork into the food with a happy hum.
The corner of his lip quirks up at the sound, "how was lunch with my mom?"
"I can't believe an amazing woman like her birthed a man like you. I love your mom," you laugh, leaning over to wipe the corner of his mouth with your thumb.
He leans into your touch, tucking your hair behind your ear, "she's obsessed with you. She sent me more texts than I can count about how much she just adores you after your lunch. In the four months of us being together, you've been to the country club for lunch with my mother more than I ever have."
"I enjoy her company," you nod.
Dinner passes by with soft recollections of your days. He tells you about a few cases and you offer details of your day off. He listens intently, asking you questions because he'd rather break his own leg than miss out on any detail you're willing to offer.
Still, in the back of his mind, he's stuck on the fact that you don't want your best friend to know you're in a happy relationship. You can deny it all you want, but he knows you're happy. He'd starve, go broke, lose sleep, lose it all if it made you happy. Thankfully, it hasn't gotten to that point and he doesn't think it ever would.
You look over at him, noticing the unfocused look in his eye. You place a gentle hand on his knee, "I really like you. You make me happy, Bren."
"Good," he nods with a soft smile, "that's all I can ask for."
You gnaw on the inside of your lip, contemplating your next words, "it's not that I don't want to tell Yo... it's just that— God! I'd never hear the end of it from her! She sets me up with an ortho gym bro and I fall for him! I mean, ew!"
Brendon feels himself tense, having expected some deep, dark past with past dates, maybe a name or two he'd have to track down and get rid of. This is so much better. The tension in his shoulders melts into soft shakes as he laughs loudly and brightly.
He pulls you into his lap, your knees caging either side of his waist like it's second nature. He places his hands on your hips, pressing his lips to the side of your neck between muttered words, "you're right. I'm your worst nightmare."
You nod with a dramatic pout, while he tilts his head back to pepper your neck and face with kisses. His hands are gentle, voice a soft croon, "take your time. I don't mean to rush you."
You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of his lips, it slips out despite your trying to keep it in. Your hands cup the back of his head, a teasing smile spreads across your lips as you look down at him, "I'm gonna make you wait it out. A long time."
"I'll wait as long as you need," he nods, pupils blown with adoration, "I'm not going anywhere."
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I don’t remember who said it (I’ll link it if I find it) but somebody had said that Dr. Park looks like he could be a doc who works for the mob and does shit under the table for them. But ya know what would be crazy? If he was or has the connections. His family lowkey is a part of it especially way back in the day when the Italian mob was more prevalent. The family is a little more tidier and cleaner now than past years. His dad was locked at one point when he was kid. Brendon probably got initiated in when he was 18– got the tattoos (thinking John Wick like). But then focused on med school and becoming a surgeon which his parents pushed for. They don’t involve him in the family business unless absolutely necessary. Maybe one of those times is an arranged marriage to a mafia don’s daughter.
Brendon was the best option for Mafia Princess!Reader. Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole but he knows his brother. He’s one with the wind. He’s the wild child. He does what he wants. He would’ve probably fucked up this favor and that’s the last thing anybody needs. And upon meeting her, Brendon knew she would be a better fit under his roof.
Mafia!Brendon’s dad owed a long time favor to this mafia don over in Italy or NYC. He finally is claiming the favor: protect his daughter. One of Brendon’s brothers was eyed to step up but there was some hesitation. Brendon just marries her. Big fat Italian wedding style with various mobsters. Dana, Garcia, Walsh, Abbot, and even Robby were in attendance.
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Tags | smut, controlling behavior, unethical work romance, blatant favoritism, toxic workplace, swearing, fauxcest , park is almost paternal to reader, calls her 'kid', sugardaddy park if u squint, age gap
“Good morning, Dr. Park.”
A chorus of greetings and pleasantries gets murmured in the room as he steps into the office. Ignoring the young residents under his wing – more than half of them lost causes if it had been up to him. He runs his eyes across his domain.
Brendon Park has always believed that the path of medicine could – and should – only be taken up by the cream of the crop. Life was not something you put in the hands of those who were ‘good enough’. What use does he have of overeager students who can’t differentiate a vein from an artery or the top student who buckles at the smallest hint of criticism?
Only those who are the best deserve to be doctors. And only those who beat the best deserve to become a surgeon.
“Where’s the kid?”
The newbies look at each other, confused. Clearly, not being given a heads-up of the culture and hierarchy in the Orthopedics Department.
His assistant speaks, “She is finishing up a consult in the ER. She should be here any –”
“… next time one of Frank’s idiots calls, tell them they better make sure it is compartment syndrome or I will shave off their senior resident's pretty hair.”
There she is. The crème de la crème.
She composes herself once she finally catches her attendings’ steely eyes and the suffocating tension he likes to maintain in his surroundings.
“Good morning, Dr. Park.”
“Good morning, doctor. Rough shift?” He cocks his head as the two of you ignore the gawking, trembling residents who are here to observe the surgery and continue your conversation next to each other in the sink. “Robby told me to let you sit this one out.”
The reminder of Robby’s cautious text about ‘giving you a break’ as if he knew you better than him makes his blood simmer once more. He lets his senses focus on the cold water running through his palms instead.
“Fuck, no,” you groan, scrubbing your hands aggressively, still frustrated. “I’m fine. It’s just – I fucking hate newbies.”
He actually chuckles at that, letting your shoulders bump as he walks in first, hands raised.
“You’re distracted,” he lets his words hit you where it matters. Your pride. “Fix it before you get in my OR.”
He sees it. The side of you that mirrors him. The way the irritation sloughs off of you like a false skin, the intensity in your eyes that held the same focus he does, the deep breath you take as your chest expands like a well-oiled machine revving up to do its purpose.
Robby doesn’t know what the fuck he is talking about.
“Yes, Dr. Park.”
Everyone knew who you were.
Shark’s favorite – his little prodigy. One he snatched from the ER Department, right under Robby’s nose, to hone into his successor.
The bias wasn’t for show.
You were brilliant, skilled, and had the most potential. You graduated top of your class, beat out your peers in your first rotation as a med student, and got offered a residency program by all departments in the PTMC.
It was almost a little too familiar with his experience when he was an upcoming resident.
And now, after thrashing the other attendings, he gets to have his own perfect protégé.
A student he considers as one of the great successes in his career.
Even now, he can’t help but marvel at you as you skillfully ride his cock.
A true overachiever, through and through.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well," he pats the flesh of your ass almost paternally. The small irritating voice of Jack Abbot reminds him that positive reinforcement is quite effective when done sparingly.
They say surgeons are narcissistic to a fault. That they’d fuck themselves if they could. Maybe that’s why he loved fucking you so much – his mini me.
You’re the perfect specimen. The perfect woman.
“Does it feel good, Dr. Park?”
After all, surgeons would fuck themselves if they could.
And his little me wasn’t any different.
He tried to stay away. Swore to himself that he would not derail your career in any way. Women have it hard enough to get into male-dominated fields as it is, much less if you were to become a pariah because of him.
It would be unfair and cruel to be a bump in your career – and your belly, god forbid – when he swore to himself you would be the one to soar alongside him.
Instead, he focuses on more wholesome approaches. Or as wholesome as he could manage.
If he couldn’t have you, he had to monopolize you.
Controlled your schedule, made sure any and every surgery that comes your way went through him first because no one gets to overwork his student but him.
"Cancel all her consultations this Friday. We're doing the spinal fusion."
His assistant visibly stiffens, rapidly scrolling through his schedule. "Doctor Abbot requested her assistance for --"
He glances at him in bored disapproval. "Abbot isn't her attending isn't he?"
The young man nods. Capable but expendable, and he is smart enough to know it. "No, Dr. Park."
"Good. And tell him he can find his own senior resident to torture," he swivels his chair, done with the conversation. "This one's mine."
He had you moved into a condominium near his – lied through his teeth about the hospital paying for it too. Some bullshit about wanting their star resident to focus on her work.
"It should be for move-in next week," the realtor eagerly rattles as Park signs the lease, making sure to verify that it was his other bank account in the contract lest you be smart enough to check it and figure out your nice new condo didn't come from the good graces of the hospital.
"Quite an investment, doctor. Should be worth double by next year. Are you planning to flip it?"
Park signs on the last line.
"'s for my kid."
It eventually escalated to gym sessions together, then the same tailored diet plan because he refuses to let his successor survive on questionable food, and eventually syncing your health apps so he could oversee your fitness and sleep schedule.
'Bedtime.'
You actually stare at your phone like an unruly child.
'Can't sleep. I'll just study for the case tomorrow.'
Before you could flip another page laid in front of your table a call was already blaring through your phone. The shark emoji gave no doubts as to who was calling.
To his hypocrisy, he was also in front of his study table.
"I need you on peak performance tomorrow. Bed, now."
He crosses his arms and your eyes actually drop at how his shirt constricts across his biceps. Fuck.
Whatever, you can just remove your watch so he can stop tracking your bedtime like a fucking --
"Prop your phone up on the bedside table," you press your lips together, caught. "I know your tricks, kid."
In under five minutes, you were tucked in your comforter, staring at your screen as he uses the reading glasses he refuses to let anyone else see him wear.
He doesn't look at his phone again but you knew better than to try and test him. And even though it kills you to admit it, the soft sounds of the flips of the paper was lulling you to sleep.
"Goodnight, Dr. Park."
His reply, if any, slipped past unheard. Only his gentle eyes lingered in your memory as the last thing you saw.
It satisfied the desire, for a while.
When it no longer worked, he tried for the opposite.
He put some space, gave you cases separate from his, called you ‘kid’ to remind himself that he was decades ahead of you.
This time, you saw right through him.
Smart girl, that you were. Ballsy, too.
Chasing him down to his office and demanding an explanation for his abrupt indifference after indulging you with his warped attention.
Try as she might, Gloria couldn't find anyone who would talk about what actually happened that day. All she knows is that it was not pretty. A vicious argument between two top predators of the PTMC.
One that nobody knew ended in you spread out in what was his pristine desk, a quick plan B trip to the pharmacy, and a meeting in HR where the two of you had to declare your relationship once and for all.
It was a scandal and a headache for the higher-ups. They even had half the mind to transfer you to another hospital but he had assured them that he too would quit if that ever happened – making them lose not only an esteemed student but also an irreplaceable attending. Thus, a compromise was reached and the relationship was to be hidden until you officially finished your residency.
Not that he fucking cared. He could be the picture of restraint provided they keep their filthy little paws off of what was his.
What was now finally his.
“Getting tired, kid? Hmm? Need some help? I told you, you needed more leg work in the gym,” he grins maniacally at your whine, your little claws burying into his chest in defiance.
“I can do it. I can –”
You shriek as he slapped your ass, now meeting your thrusts as he bounces you on his cock, punishing your weak efforts with brutality. Grabbing both of your wrists with one hand as he pulls you down meanly to meet his pace.
“This all my little genius can amount to, hm? Can’t even ride her attending’s cock properly?”
You whined, shaking your head. “No – Please, Dr. Park. I can do it! I swear!”
“So polite,” he smirks, settling back down and letting you gyrate weakly in his lap.
He pinches your clit cruelly, heart pounding in glee at your cry. A notification pops on his phone as well as the smartwatch he had bought for you – ten minutes till 10.
Should be enough time.
“Get on with it, kid. It’s almost bedtime for you.”
Not everyone can afford the obvious immediate surgical interventions (boob jobs, lip fillers, Botox, lipo), so I've decided to focus on things that you could implement instead of injectables and surgery.
Become your best bimbo self!
𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈:
❥ Change up your outfits to be more feminine.
❥ Go thrifting for new ones if you don't own any that fit your vision. Or learn how to sew and make your own (my current dream goal.)
❥ Look for more feminine fabrics and colours – or which fit your bimbo aesthetic.
❥ Go with a silhouette that is flattering on you and makes you feel confident. Figure out your body shape to do this.
❥ Learn how to walk in heels.
❥ Accessorize: Bags. Jewellery. Piercings.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆:
❥ Develop a skincare routine.
❥ Look after your body – moisturize, have uncalloused and soft feet that you take care of, learn lymphatic drainage techniques.
❥ Maintain your hygiene always.
❥ Look after your mental health. Perhaps journal, speak to a professional, or meditate.
❥ Use a guasha for natural face shaping and pampering.
❥ Nourish your body with foods that show you respect it.
❥ Shape your eyebrows. Pluck or wax.
❥ Shave your body hair. Or wax.
❥ Look after your teeth. Whiten them. Floss. Avoid foods and drinks that stain.
❥ Learn how to do your makeup well and for different occasions.
❥ Putting emphasis on different elements of your face can highlight your femininity and best features. Don't try to hide them. I personally love wearing pink or even purple-toned eye shadows in a smokey look to bring out my greeny eyes.
❥ Learn your face shape and how to work with it.
❥ Femme faces tend to be smaller, softer, and more rounded. Even if you don’t have these features naturally, you can make your face look more feminine through makeup and the right hairstyle for your face. (Know your face shape and then go from there with tips.)
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔:
❥ Maintain your hair and develop a good haircare routine – use heat protecting spray if you style it with heat, for example.
❥ Incorporate feminine hair accessories like hair bows or bands.
❥ Keep your look simple, clean, and soft.
❥ I get my nails done every three weeks or so, gel nails. But you can be just as feminine with natural or shorter nails. Just make sure they're clean, well kept, and shaped – learning to do your own is super simple.
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:
❥ Act like the girl you want to become until it becomes your reality. Fake it until you make it.
❥ Work on your mannerisms and inherently feminine body language.
❥ Improve your posture.
❥ Watch etiquette videos, voice and elecution lessons. Avoid cursing and shouting.
❥ Defer to the men, who you trust, when possible.
❥ Socialise and try to lean into your extroverted side. People enjoy the company of those who are at ease with themselves.
❥ Giggle more. Flirt more.
❥ Put your happiest self first when interacting with others. Feminine energy is nurturing and comforting.
❥ Find confidence in the new you. You only get to live one life, so you're already taking more steps than the average person by becoming the authentic and happy you! Take pride in that.
𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆:
❥ Join the gym or find a physical activity you enjoy to ensure you're toned – or if you need to, lose weight. This is also great for your mental health and general wellbeing.
❥ Write down mantras and repeat them every day. These can be bimbo or feminity related. Or they could simply be your goals for the day, week, or year.
❥ Surround yourself with female friendships, feminine women or bimbos like you.
Not everyone can afford the obvious immediate surgical interventions (boob jobs, lip fillers, Botox, lipo), so I've decided to focus on things that you could implement instead of injectables and surgery.
Become your best bimbo self!
𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈:
❥ Change up your outfits to be more feminine.
❥ Go thrifting for new ones if you don't own any that fit your vision. Or learn how to sew and make your own (my current dream goal.)
❥ Look for more feminine fabrics and colours – or which fit your bimbo aesthetic.
❥ Go with a silhouette that is flattering on you and makes you feel confident. Figure out your body shape to do this.
❥ Learn how to walk in heels.
❥ Accessorize: Bags. Jewellery. Piercings.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆:
❥ Develop a skincare routine.
❥ Look after your body – moisturize, have uncalloused and soft feet that you take care of, learn lymphatic drainage techniques.
❥ Maintain your hygiene always.
❥ Look after your mental health. Perhaps journal, speak to a professional, or meditate.
❥ Use a guasha for natural face shaping and pampering.
❥ Nourish your body with foods that show you respect it.
❥ Shape your eyebrows. Pluck or wax.
❥ Shave your body hair. Or wax.
❥ Look after your teeth. Whiten them. Floss. Avoid foods and drinks that stain.
❥ Learn how to do your makeup well and for different occasions.
❥ Putting emphasis on different elements of your face can highlight your femininity and best features. Don't try to hide them. I personally love wearing pink or even purple-toned eye shadows in a smokey look to bring out my greeny eyes.
❥ Learn your face shape and how to work with it.
❥ Femme faces tend to be smaller, softer, and more rounded. Even if you don’t have these features naturally, you can make your face look more feminine through makeup and the right hairstyle for your face. (Know your face shape and then go from there with tips.)
𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔:
❥ Maintain your hair and develop a good haircare routine – use heat protecting spray if you style it with heat, for example.
❥ Incorporate feminine hair accessories like hair bows or bands.
❥ Keep your look simple, clean, and soft.
❥ I get my nails done every three weeks or so, gel nails. But you can be just as feminine with natural or shorter nails. Just make sure they're clean, well kept, and shaped – learning to do your own is super simple.
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:
❥ Act like the girl you want to become until it becomes your reality. Fake it until you make it.
❥ Work on your mannerisms and inherently feminine body language.
❥ Improve your posture.
❥ Watch etiquette videos, voice and elecution lessons. Avoid cursing and shouting.
❥ Defer to the men, who you trust, when possible.
❥ Socialise and try to lean into your extroverted side. People enjoy the company of those who are at ease with themselves.
❥ Giggle more. Flirt more.
❥ Put your happiest self first when interacting with others. Feminine energy is nurturing and comforting.
❥ Find confidence in the new you. You only get to live one life, so you're already taking more steps than the average person by becoming the authentic and happy you! Take pride in that.
𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆:
❥ Join the gym or find a physical activity you enjoy to ensure you're toned – or if you need to, lose weight. This is also great for your mental health and general wellbeing.
❥ Write down mantras and repeat them every day. These can be bimbo or feminity related. Or they could simply be your goals for the day, week, or year.
❥ Surround yourself with female friendships, feminine women or bimbos like you.
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