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arminsumi · 8 months

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req are open and idk how to act Σ(ﾟДﾟ；

reader putting on megumi's make up for their couples costume? he'd begrudgingly let her messed around with his hair/face but plans to be recompensated after hehe

"can i kiss you?"

megumi めぐみ x fem reader

megumi's needy for your kisses, but you don't want smudged lipstick

note : lol ur kaomoji got me gigglin 🤭 also omg i've never written for megumi i don't think? i have this draft about stargazing with him that i never completed lol. anywayssss hope i did this right and enjooyyyy :)

content : fluff

"can i kiss you?" megumi asks.

"no. you'll smudge the lipstick."

"maybe i want to smudge the lipstick." he frowns.

the poor boy has been nearly begging for kisses in the whole hour you've been doing his makeup. he has sat there with a small pout, letting you stroke brush after brush around his face. the little dabs of glitter shimmer on his cheeks. he's such a pretty boy.

"how about a quick kiss?" he sounds like he's begging.

there's an itch in his soul that he needs to... you know... scritch scritch. of course, with your remedy lips.

"no kissing. be patient."

"i'm already being patient letting you fluff brushes on my face. i feel like a canvas under an painter's hand."

"nooo kissing. be. patient." you smile. aw, that smile makes it even harder for him. your smile is the most irresistible aspect of you to him.

he bounces his leg. there's silence. you keep applying makeup serenely to his face and he looks to the side, forcing his vision anywhere but your pretty lips.

"can i have an air kiss at least?" he's got his lips parted for you to add a layer of sheeny shiny lip gloss.

"mwah." you blow him a kiss as per request.

his heart flutters. "thanks." there's a blush on his cheeks that the sheer foundation barely conceals.

"aw... you're blushing, pretty boy."

he grumbles. "i'm not a pretty boy..."

it takes all his self restraint to not kiss you and be patient. the way you parade your delicious, painted lips in front of him for the night makes him feel like a puppy beggingly drooling for a treat.

"can i kiss you now?" he asks, coming up to you with his hands behind his back. his tallness makes him cutely intimidating.

"no..." you tease with a smile. "be patient, 'gumi."

he groans so hard when he hears you use his favorite nickname, "gumi? really? in public?"

"yes, really, in public."

he groans again when he looks at your lips. it's like he's in pain at this point.

"you're killing me... just one kiss can't smudge lipstick that badly. come on. just a peck?"

you look at him, and look at his prettiness; makeup just makes him all the more kissable and yet you've been holding in your urges just to preserve lipstick. seriously?

he encourages by whining, "come on, i let you put aaaaall those products on my face... so you owe me compensation... with your lips."

"ah... okay.. one kiss then. just a light peck."

he dives in, you halt him warningly, "a light peck, promise?"

he nods, eyes wide with eagerness, "mhm."

and he definitely doesn't just give you one light peck. he smudges the lipstick on both his and your lips.

"megumi."

"sorry."

"come here."

"i'm sorryyy!"

"let me smudge my lipstick on you some more." you say, and tiptoe up to speck kisses all over his face.

oh boy, his heart neaaarrrrlyyyyy jumps out of his chest. he freezes up. it's like sometimes you're still his crush who makes him nervous and not his girlfriend.

you can bet that yuji and nobara die laughing while pointing at his face, teasing him for having kiss marks all over it. he doesn't mind the teasing; he's satisfied. in a daze after getting all that attention he so badly needed from you.

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

#🎃 ~ oct. reqs #fluff #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro fluff

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crushingcasanova · 2 months

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To have someone do my makeup for me.

I want to feel them gently move my face, to pretend I am like a canvas for them to paint on. Let them do as they wish with my image, to enhance it or to mess with, as they please. I'd like to look how they think is best.

Let me feel the way they carefully touch my face, smudging what is wrong and reapplying makeup over and over. Let them make my face into perfection as I feel the way they trace their brushes over my cheekbones, my eyelids, and more. To be able to take in all the soft, caring sensations they pamper me with. Let them focus so deeply on me that everything around us fades away--let it be just the artist and their eager canvas.

And when they are done, let them admire their work. I want to see them light up at the way it looks, to satisfy the image of me in their mind. Ultimately, it will not last--but that only means they can do it all again.

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mintys-musings · 9 months

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Do you perhaps have any Jun thoughts to spare

wahaaa~ jun jun jun~ i love this hyena man ~ i definitely have a few thoughts on him ^^

NSFW under cut~

Jun had 0 knowledge of actual kink. He just knows what he likes. If you explain something he's into framing it as a specific kink he's like "? is that... niche? is that not just a thing people are generally into?"

in the same vein, has no idea what overstimulation is. Jun will just keep making you orgasm over and over until both of you are satisfied or you say stop/no more. he truly thinks thats just how sex goes. you'll have to explain to him that normally people stop after one or two rounds like:

"its not like how people in the gym might just do as many reps they can until failure."

"...??? But... But that's how you have a good time?"

BIG big fan of making messes during sex. Loves just painting you in his cum. be sloppy. If you wear makeup, he'd want to see lipstick stains around his dick and eyeliner/mascara smudging from sweat/eyes watering. any flimsier pieces of clothing are not safe and will be ripped so choose your underwear/tights/etc carefully

very reluctant to cause any harm during sex besides eye watering orgasms. even just spanking, he'll need convincing. he wouldn't mind leaving hickeys but he feels bad about biting and stuff. sorry for all the masochists. he respects you too much to even think about causing pain even when it causes you pleasure. Alexa, play Song for a Guilty Sadist by Crywank /j

Jun gets so horny at the drop of a hat. Just get his cogs turning and he's in. It's so bad. he's learned to hide it, but there's a noticeable shift in his stance/attitude even if you can't place it

Prefers missionary or any position where he can hold and kiss you 💚 also any position where he can squeeze your ass (regardless if you have any. your ass is attached to you so he will show it love)

also v into anal and is upfront about it. if you arent into it, he understands :3

i 1000% believe he gives great head. he's practically MORE into giving head than actually fucking you. gets sooo pussy/cock drunk if you let him go down on you. will beg to go down on you even. might actually come in his pants while he does so even if he doesn't touch himself. live laugh jun sazanami

hyena man good at seggs 😊👍

#Minty Answers #jun sazanami smut #enstars smut #nsft es!!

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zappedbyzabka · 9 months

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UH OHHH I'm thinking about groupie johnny now... [screams]

Every damn time I see this photo, I want to scream. Why are they firmly ass to crotch? How long was he holding him like that? And he was teaching him a LOVE song. Look at how cute and happy he is about THE Eddie Van holding him.

Here are some quotes from Billy that paint him as a …band follower. (He’s an adult when he actually meets Eddie in the story he told.)

(Those silky honey caramel thighs OML🫠)

If that isn’t some unintentional singer-groupie behavior—

Dutch and Tommy, for sure, took him to a lot of concerts. There is a high chance of them wearing smudged eyeliner (that skeleton makeup was so clean and nicely done.) They stayed attacthed to him like damn bodyguards—there were plenty of hands reaching out to grope thinking they wouldn’t get caught—big mistake. Wrists sprained and fingers twisted.

But the singers—they knew the singers could touch Johnny, and they’d have to accept it because that’s what Johnny wanted.

Tommy loves trouble, and Dutch is trouble. But funnily enough, they’re the only things holding each other back from tearing the singer plowing Johnny off of him and leaving an impression on the other bandmates enjoying his wanton behavior, and waiting for their turn.

Johnny is a lot more more unhinged when he’s by himself at concerts, and he can act as titalating as he wants. He always stands up front; he always catches the band’s attention just by being there—other times with his yelling and excitement. Demand for that attention.

Truly a siren for any type.

He almost went on tour with some of them like an official groupie, but he was wary (scared) to be dependent like that, and Bobby would have been pissed if he had.

Yet it was so nice to have all those privileges. Songs dedicated to him randomly at shows, (probably even one about him) and free merch.

He was “taught” how to play guitar by a mix of all of them eager to teach him because he really played up the bimbo act for them—like he hadn’t gone to violin lessons from 10-13 and zero idea how to hold an instrument. it was actually pretty enjoyable to just turn off his senses and pretend he really was nothing but a dumb, pretty boy like some said he was.

He was forced out of that lifestyle when he started actually working—stripping, modeling, and construction. It took a lot of his time, and there was enough dick in those places to keep him satisfied. He much prefers being a groupie if he’s being honest, but a happy house would be great too.

#im delusional #Singer’s wifey ass #johnny lawrence #nsft #Groupie Johnny #johnny x cobras coded

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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Can you write Shinobu made a joke against yn by making fake hickey which made yn angry and upset with Shinobu cheating on her. In the end Shinobu persuaded yn by stating that it was a fake hickey. The next day Shinobu comes to hashira's meeting with a full hickey on her neck by yn in retaliation for making a joke.

Fake Hickey

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Those demon slayer outfits tho. Those high collared jackets made me have to think a bit for this one. It got a little spicy. Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,464

Shinobu was feeling unusually bored this morning as she got ready for her day. It was one of those rare periods of peace where she had nothing pressing she had to be working on so she had more time to herself. (Y/n) had been sent off on a mission a couple nights ago as well, so it made the free time especially dull. Fortunately, she was due back anytime now and Shinobu was growing restless waiting for her return.

Shinobu sighed as she uncapped her lip gloss and applied it, looking at her reflection in her vanity mirror as she did so to make sure it didn’t smudge over the outline of her lip. As she painted, an idea began to take shape. She pulled the brush away and a mischievous smile spread across her face. She pulled at the neckline of her yukata, letting it slip around her shoulders, took out an array of pink, red and purple makeup and got to work on her new art project.

Idle hands truly are the devil’s workshop.

(Y/n) walked down the path exhausted but satisfied. She had managed to save a whole family in just the nick of time and beheaded the demon easily. Her nichirin blade had gone through the neck of that miserable creature like warm butter. The only inconvenience was having to walk so far from the Butterfly Estate to where her assignment had been, so naturally it was a bit of a hike getting back as well.

When she made it home, she made a beeline right to Shinobu’s room, hoping to catch her in the middle of her morning routine before she headed off to take care of whatever needed her attention today. She would sweet talk her way into a few kisses and then go to bed. She approached the door to Shinobu’s room and knocked, announcing her presence. She heard Shinobu shuffling around the room before she answered back, giving (Y/n) permission to enter.

She was surprised to see Shinobu still dressed in her sleepware, a blanket wrapped over her shoulders as she glided across the room to greet (Y/n) up close. She gave Shinobu a hug, laughing a bit and apologizing for her fingers accidentally tugging at Shinobu’s unbrushed hair.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet? It’s getting late, you know.”

“I’ve had a couple days to myself. Nothing too pressing. I can afford to laze around a bit.” Shinobu replied, adjusting her blanket to rest higher against her neck.

“Not just afford, you’ve earned the right a million times over,” (Y/n) nuzzled her forehead against Shinobu’s, her eyes closed, “Everyone is probably lost without you, but if anyone deserves a break, it’s you.”

“Aren’t you sweet.” Shinobu whispered back, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was time to start phase two.

She captured her girlfriend’s lips in a teasing kiss, egging her on until she began taking the lead, pushing Shinobu back until she bumped into her desk. She giggled between kisses as (Y/n) picked her up and sat her down on the desk. Phase three… Shinobu encouraged (Y/n)’s hands to travel upward, humming against her lips when she finally grasped the blanket and pulled it down to let it fall to the desk. Phase four… she worked her fingers over the back of her girlfriend’s neck, massaging gently, and pulling her head ever so surely downward. Kisses were painted in a trail against her jaw and neck and hands pushed open her yukata, sliding it off of her shoulders. Any second now…

(Y/n) froze.

“What is it, darling?” Shinobu found it extremely hard to keep the mirth out of her voice, but she continued to feign ignorance to get a complete reaction.

(Y/n) pulled away, her eyes fixated on Shinobu’s collar bone and where her chest peaked out from beneath her rumpled yukata. On her porcelain white skin, a few marks of pink, red and even purple marred her otherwise flawless complexion. (Y/n) wasn’t dumb, she knew what those marks were and she sure hadn’t left Shinobu with any in recent weeks. She felt the blood drain from her face and a sudden cold pool in her stomach. Had Shinobu really… cheated on her?

“Cat’s got your tongue? Nothing here you haven’t already seen before.” Shinobu teased. Did she have any idea just how far she was pushing this little ‘joke’ of hers?

(Y/n) was too stunned to speak, but the expressions that fought over control of her face did all of the talking for her. Confusion, disbelief, anguish, anger, betrayal… there was a lot to unpack. (Y/n)’s total concentration breathing went totally out the window as her biggest priority became not letting Shinobu see her cry, but one tear did manage to escape before (Y/n) could turn around and that was when Shinobu finally realized that maybe she wasn’t the funniest person ever right now.

She had expected anger. For some reason, she thought that would have been hilarious to see her girlfriend all up in arms, ready to kill an affair that didn’t exist. She didn’t think (Y/n) would cry!

“(Y/n), love, wait,“ Shinobu hopped off of the desk to beat (Y/n) to the door, l know how this will sound, but these are not what you think they are.”

“You do not get to call me that anymore and are you kidding me? I’m not as stupid as you apparently think I am Shi… Kochou!” Though tears were still threatening to fall, her expression was definitely furious now. “I don’t know how long this has been going on, but I’m not going to play the part of the fool any longer.”

Shinobu pushed (Y/n) away from the door, not an easy feat since she was as mad as a charging bull, and held one hand out, begging (Y/n) to stay put for just a moment. She licked her fingers and rubbed at the makeup like her life depended on it, imploring (Y/n) to watch how the makeup smudged across her skin.

“I’m sorry! It was a joke! A joke in very, very, bad taste.” She spoke hurriedly, frantically. She searched (Y/n)’s face, relaxing a hair when (Y/n) reached out to swipe her finger over her collarbone, then drew her finger back to rub the makeup between her fingers. After a long, tense silence, (Y/n) grumbled,

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, and I deserve it. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Shinobu slowly edged closer like a puppy that knew it did wrong but was still hoping to be pet, “forgive me, please, I’ll do anything.”

(Y/n) gave her an incredulous look, “Anything?”

“Anything.” Shinobu repeated.

(Y/n) blew a long stream of air through her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. A light sweat began to roll down Shinobu’s forehead as she awaited her verdict. Finally, Shinobu’s heart soared when (Y/n) waved her the rest of the way in and she leapt into her arms. Relief filled her when (Y/n) pressed a kiss to her cheek, but she was suddenly taken off guard when (Y/n) slipped further down and latched onto a spot just below her jaw.

“(Y/n),” Shinobu swallowed, “I know I said anything, but I have a Hashira meeting later this afternoon and you are aiming a little too high.”

“Guess you should have thought about that then.” (Y/n), though still upset, smirked as she switched sides, making Shinobu hiss. “I’ll make this quick then so you can get ready. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”

***

Shinobu entered the Master’s garden with only minutes to spare. She tugged at the collar of her uniform as high as it could go, but it still wasn’t enough, (Y/n) had made sure of that. She had briefly thought of wearing her hair down, but that might’ve drawn more attention to herself. No matter, she would just play the part of a Tomioka in the corner and slip out as soon as the meeting ended.

“Afternoon, Shinobu-chan!” Mitsuri greeted cheerfully skipping towards her friend who was dying inside with every step she took in her direction.

“Hello, Kanroji-san, good afternoon.” Though she wore her usual smile she was unusually tense.

Then as Mitsuri narrowed the gap, Shinobu saw her eyes dart to her neck, and before she could ask her to be discreet, Mitsuri loudly proclaimed,

“Shinobu-chan! what happened to your neck! It’s all covered in red marks. Did you have an allergic reaction?”

More eyes shifted in their direction to get a look, Uzui took one glance before howling with laughter. Others who understood were mercifully quiet, but the damage was done. This was going to be awkward for awhile. Shinobu would surely think twice before trying to play a joke like that on (Y/n) again.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #mai-1604

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wndaswife · 1 year

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emo wanda giving you a blowjob 😵‍💫 pulling her hair into your fist while your other hand guides her bobbing head, occasionally giving her face a sharp slap which elicits a smug grin and a moan around your cock. she would release your cock from her mouth occasionally to rub her cheek against the length of it, kissing up your dick in admiration and running her tongue up its veins and up to your tip. she would graze her teeth around you purposely, and you take her head between both hands and fuck her face. wanda’s fingers adorned with rings and fingernails painted black would press into your thighs as she wills herself to keep her throat relaxed for your cock. the choked sounds from her throat would be nothing less than music to your ears when you stand from your seat and start thrusting into her rapidly and without mercy. her eyeliner would run down her hollowed-in cheeks as her green eyes look up at you through messy black makeup. you release down her throat with a satisfied groan.

slowly, you pull out to spread your seed through her mouth and then against her face. by the end of it, wanda’s mascara and eyeliner will have been completely smudged down her cheeks and around her eyes. your cum decorates her face but she’s eager to swipe it off with her fingers and lick your seed from them, taking special care in sucking at her rings. she cleans your dick with her tongue and utters a raspy, “thank you, daddy.”

#rae rambles #emo wanda

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coffeeghoulie · 1 year

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Mushy May Day Three: Pre/Post Show Rituals

Day Three of @forlorn-crows Mushy May prompts (i requested this prompt i’m gonna write it lmao)

Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus/Sunshine, background Swiss/Rain

Words: 656

Contains: The girls being sweet

It’s thirty minutes until showtime. The ghouls, unlike their human counterparts, can hear the opening act from the green room, the bass and the rumble of the crowd ever so slightly shaking the walls. Cirrus pays it no mind, choosing to focus on Cumulus sitting in front of her.

The eight of them have their human glamours up, their fangs, claws, horns, and tails safely hidden away from the unknowing venue staff. Cirrus watches as her strangely blunt fingers weave Cumulus’s thick, white hair. The glamours, even after a few tour cycles, are still fascinatingly new.

Cirrus slides a bobby pin into her hair, securing the braid to her scalp, and without saying anything, Cumulus reaches back and hands her another pin.

“Thank you, songbird,” Cirrus says, prying the pin open on her dull human teeth, and continues to braid. Cumulus hums, trying not to disturb Sunshine, who sits in front of her doing her facepaint.

Sunny’s hair, pushed back with a headband, is short enough to fit under their stage masks without much fuss. Her face is already painted black around her mouth and nose, and her brow furrows as she focuses on Cumulus’s.

Across the room, Swiss ties up Rain’s shoulder length hair into a neat bun at the nape of his neck. His nose has been painted, his jacket hangs open, and he pulls the cloth mask tight against his mouth. Swiss grabs Rain’s helmet, and before he puts it on over Rain’s head, he taps his shoulder.

Rain turns around, and Sunny can see the question in his eyes, his head cocked like a puppy. Before Rain can open his mouth to speak, Swiss presses a kiss to his unpainted cheek above his cloth mask. It leaves a smudge of black against rapidly heating skin, and Swiss sets the helmet in place, lacing the back up the way Rain likes.

Turning back to Cumulus, Sunny sets down the makeup brush. Cumulus hums, brow furrowing. Sunny giggles, eyes darting up to Cirrus’ still bare face before coming back down to Cumulus.

“I can hear the gears spinning, Sparky,” Cumulus says.

Sunny smacks a big kiss on Cumulus’s cheek, pulling away satisfied at the mark it’s left. “Sunny,” Cumulus whines. “You’ve messed up your paint.”

She reaches out and runs a thumb over Sunny’s now paintless lips. Sunny snaps her teeth playfully.

“Give me the paint and I’ll fix that for you, Sparky,” Cumulus says, reaching out for the tube of grease paint.

“Sure thing, dove,” Sunny says, handing over the makeup and the brush, taking the handful of bobby pins in trade. Cirrus pins another section of braid down, and as soon as both of her hands are off of her head, Cumulus darts in and presses a kiss to the center of Sunny’s forehead, leaving her own mark.

“They won’t see them on stage,” Cumulus whispers. “But we’ll know they’re there.”

“Aw, how sweet,” Cirrus says, gently moving Cumulus’s head, finishing off the braid wrapping around the crown of her head. “I don’t suppose I could give you girls one once I’m painted?”

“Of course, Cir,” Cumulus laughs. “As long as we each give you one too.”

“That sounds like a deal,” Cirrus says, quickly braiding her own hair, tying the braid at the nape of her neck. Cumulus turns around and urges Cirrus to sit down in front of her, which she does without hesitation.

Cumulus makes quick, thorough work of Cirrus’s face paint, but not before she presses a kiss to her right cheek. The moment she sets down the paint, Sunny leans over Cumulus’s shoulder to press a kiss to her left.

Cirrus quickly kisses each of their cheeks, leaving her own mark on her ghoulettes. “Alright, let’s mask up and go, the opener’s finished. Papa’s probably waiting.”

Sunny and Cumulus grin at each other, and it’s the last thing Cirrus sees clearly as she pulls on her helmet.

#mushy may #my writing #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #the band ghost fanfiction

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Eyeliner

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - @allhailqueenolivia

Prompt: #18 Scenarios - A doing B's makeup

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 1190

A/N: A is Elvis + B is the reader! i hope y'all enjoy :) also this is definitely 100% based on the clip from the montage where Elvis does Priscilla's eyeliner bye why is that so attractive???

🦋 mila

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“Ugh!!” you groan, slamming the eyeliner pencil down onto the bathroom counter.

You reach for the face towel again, wetting it and leaning toward the mirror so you can see well enough to carefully remove the hideous smudge that you just made. Your hands shake just the smallest bit as you blink away tears of frustration.

“You doin okay in here?”

You glance up the mirror to see the reflection of your husband leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. You shake your head and scoff.

“I just can’t get this stupid eyeliner to work. It keeps smudging and the lines are all uneven. And now I’m gonna have to redo basically my entire face because I’ve accidentally erased half of the white paint trying to fix it,” you complain, dropping the rag onto the counter and staring hopelessly down at the disheveled mess of makeup scattered around you.

You’re trying to get ready for a Halloween costume party. You and Elvis are going as vampires. While Elvis neglected to go for the full look with face paint and makeup and everything, you never half-ass your costumes. You bought the whole shebang: white face paint, sponges, eyeliner, and adhesive fangs. You’re all good to go…if you could just get this stupid makeup to work right.

“I’m sure it ain’t that bad. Lemme see ya.”

You see Elvis approaching out of the corner of your eye, his massive black figure a shadow in your peripherals. You heave a sigh as his hands come to rest on your shoulders. He gently squeezes the tender muscles between your neck and shoulder and rests his chin on top of your head. Your eyes flick up to the mirror and you gaze at your husband through the glass. He smiles, his eyes running up and down your figure in the mirror. You quirk an eyebrow, wondering what he sees. He gently rotates you, holding you out at arms-length so he can assess the damage. You sniff, embarrassed by your inability to get the job done. His fingers wrap gently around your jaw, turning your face from side to side. He stares down at you, his eyebrows furrowed over his beautiful shining blue eyes.

“Ah that can be fixed, darlin,” he says. “Come ‘ere.”

He pats the toilet seat. You sit, the itchy black material of your costume scratching your thighs. Elvis rummages around, gathering some materials before he drops to his knees between your legs. You shift so that he can fit between your thighs. He snatches up the white face paint and dabs a sponge into it, raising it up to your skin. You close your eyes as he gently pats the liquid all over your face. Then, he takes some white powder to set it. You squeeze your eyes shut as it dusts around your face.

“Open for me, doll.”

You open your eyes, eyelashes fluttering to flick away the stubborn clumps of powder. Elvis smiles and nods, looking satisfied with his work.

“How did you know to do that? Use the powder, I mean?”

While you ask your question, he reaches for the eyeliner pencil and twists it so that the tiny black tip emerges from the capsule.

“Baby, you're forgettin that I’m in showbusiness,” he says with a smirk. You giggle and lean forward so that he can see your eyes better.

His fingers firmly wrap around your jawbone and he tilts your head up. Your vision is naturally lifted to the ceiling but you sneak a glance down at him as he gently rests the side of his palm against your cheekbone. He carefully and gingerly swipes the eyeliner pencil along your waterline. You try not to blink, the soft pencil tickling your eyelashes. You can’t help a smile as it spreads across your face.

“What’re ya smilin at?” Elvis pulls back and you glance down at him, gigglings rising into your chest.

“Nothing. Just you,” you reply, biting the corner of your mouth.

“Well stop it,” he jokes, shaking his head. “You gonna mess me up.”

You look back up to the ceiling as he returns to his diligent work. Out of your peripherals, you watch him scoot closer to you and tilt his head as he concentrates on getting the lines just right. His hand comes to a gentle pause by the edge of your eye. You glance down at him, wondering what’s wrong. He’s staring up at you, his eyes trained intensely on yours. There’s a tiny crease on his forehead from his concentration. You want to reach out and smooth it over but you can't move.

“What?” you ask, suddenly worried something’s gone terribly wrong. Elvis just shakes his head and smirks.

“Nothin. Just you,” he says and you smirk as a quiet chuckle escapes your lips.

His fingers tighten on your jaw and his eyes flick down to your lips and stay there for a few seconds before he leans in, pressing his lips firmly against yours. You kiss him back immediately, bending forward to rest your hands on his shoulders. The hand that was holding the eyeliner pencil lowers and then returns to cup your jawline and neck. His fingers wrap around the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You slide forward just a little on the smooth toilet seat, gripping onto the velvety fabric of his vampire cape. One of his hands falls to your thigh, squeezing your skin through the black dress. You accidentally moan quietly into the kiss and then start to laugh, your lips slipping from his.

“Hey, listen, I know you don’t wanna wear makeup, but you need at least one thing,” you say, leaning over to reach for the deep red lipstick you’d picked to match your costume.

You also grab the handheld mirror from your makeup bag and lift it up, gently swiping the lipstick around your lips. You place them both down and giggle, glancing at Elvis with a mischievous expression. He tilts his head to the side, shooting you a confused look.

You slide your fingers onto his neck and into his slicked-back black hair. You lean forward and press your lips to his again, kissing him exactly once before dragging your lips to the side of his mouth and nudging them against his skin to spread around the red material. You can feel his fingers tighten on your thigh as you drag your lips down his neck, nipping gently at the skin there. You pull back with a satisfied smirk pasted on your face. Elvis looks shocked, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide.

“Not exactly blood but close enough. It looks alright,” you say, placing your hands on his.

He lifts his fingers up and intertwines them with yours, squeezing your fingers. He smirks at you before running a tongue over his canines.

“On second thought, maybe I will wear them teeth,” he responds, raising your finger to his lips to give your fingertip a soft bite.

“Well, Count Presley, you have permission to turn me anytime.”

He raises his eyebrows and you giggle as you lean forward for another kiss.

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suppenzeit · 2 years

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Once again GL, maybe GB studying Lexi and makeup routine? :)

makeup people dont come for me one of my masc traits is that i barely know what a makeup is

Greaseball really should’ve started getting ready after Electra got ready. He’d already taken off his leather coat, getting way too warm sitting on the edge of Electras bed, watching as he’d meticulously painted a new pattern into the stars on his cheeks. How he kept his hand so steady Greaseball didn’t know.

Seemingly satisfied with his work, Electra put his brush away and began looking through one of his desk drawers in a rather inelegant way. He’d gotten both of his legs on the chair, one leg upright and the other crossed as he rummaged through the drawer, occasionally taking out different containers. The leg against his chest really impeded his mobility, as he was only able to rummage one-handed, the other used for ferrying products to the desk. After he’d accumulated a small pile on his desk he seemed satisfied and closed the drawer. He opened a container, and picked out another brush, quickly inspecting it before starting to spread some more white on his face.

“You going for an all white look, baby?” Greaseball was sure Electra could pull it off, it was just that Electra had always been full of color. It would be very odd to see him in all white.

Electra paused his painting to look at Greaseball for a moment before going back to what he was doing.

“Oh, this is just so when I put on color it shows up better”

“Ah” Greaseball said it like he understood what Electra said. He did not.

“But I could come up with an all white look, if you’d like?” Electra finished the white portions and looked through his other products, contemplating what exactly to do next.

“Nah, nah, I was just curious. I don’t know anything about that stuff”

“I could teach you sometime,” he looked at Greaseball out of the corner of his eye, smirking “maybe even get you fancied up”

Just the mental image made Greaseballs face scrunch up.

“Fat chance, darlin”

Electra chuckled and picked out a shade of blue to spread on his eyelids, starting out on the inner corner and moving outwards. And Greaseball had to admit that while he was pretty much clueless, watching Electra work was pretty satisfying. He switched to a slightly darker shade of blue, blending it into the blue he’d put on previously. Then to a purple, adding only a little bit before moving onto a striking red. He finished out his coloring with more of a pinkish color. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, turning and tilting his head. Then he grabbed a white tube and a black tube from the corner of his desk and opened the white tube, which revealed itself to be more of a pen. With it, Electra drew a line from the outer corners of his eyes. White eyeliner then (eyeliners were one of the very few things Greaseball actually knew of, after Electra had fussed over them for enough time)? Apparently not, as Electra opened the black tube to add the actual eyeliner. And with that, Electra seemed rather pleased with himself.

“Damn, baby, looking gorgeous as ever” And he did! Electra always managed to look perfect. Looking back, even at the race there wasn’t a hair out of place.

“Well, just wait until I’m done”

Opening some more containers, Electra began spreading glitter all over his eyelids. Of course, it wouldn't be Electra without copious amounts of glitter. Greaseball really should’ve guessed it. He didn’t mind it, per se, it was just that it got everywhere. And it was hard to look imposing with stray pieces of glitter stuck to his face.

“Ok so now, are you done?”

“Three more things, big guy”

Just three more things, he could deal with that. They weren’t in a hurry.

First thing was blush. It didn’t stand out too much from Electras skin, aside from the slight glitter effect it had.

Next was lipstick, a shade he’d used many times before. And Greaseball knew from experience that it didn’t smudge, no matter how much they made out (which had been a problem before, he’d once gone an embarrassingly long time with lipstick smudged on his face).

Lastly, Electra grabbed a little spray bottle to spray his face with. Greaseball had no clue what it’s purpose was, but he was glad that Electra was finally done.

“And there,” Electra turned to face Greaseball and did a pose “do you like it?”

He did look amazing, and so perfectly him.

“Shit, baby, every time you just blow me away”

“Sweet talker”

Electra rose up from the chair and stretched a little before picking out his clothes for the night. A blue low v-neck shirt, red leather pants (he made sure to angle himself just right to put them on to rile Greaseball up), a red padded leather jacket and a pair of blue lightning bolt earrings. They looked so good together.

Putting his own leather jacket on, Greaseball let Electra lead the way. And so they left, ready to make the whole world jealous.

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rukunas · 3 years

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—cherry on top!

pairing: scumbag!satoru gojo x fem!reader

warnings: smut, male receiving oral, lipstick kink, cum swallowing, head pushing, hair pulling, gagging, choking, name-calling, gojo being mean, toxic, and possessive, fuckboy!gojo

author’s note: this is for 🔮 anon, who planted the lipstick kink idea months ago <333 love you so much bb i hope you enjoy!!

“Excuse me, Miss, do you need any help?”

Nope! Gojo wants to snap at the worker, level her with a condescening smile that would make her squirm. No help, she doesn’t need it.

“Yeah, actually!” You beam, making Gojo roll his eyes under his glasses. He mimics your high pitched voice "yeah actually" under his breath, earning him a discrete pinch to his arm. “I’m trying to find the perfect shade to match this new dress I got…”

Gojo knows exactly how the next half hour will pan out. The girl helping you will show you lipstick after lipstick, each color slightly different from the next as you paint a little section of the tester onto your wrist. At the end of it all, you’ll give up on finding “the one” and end up buying them all, Gojo having to step up as The Gentleman™ and pay for the mile-long receipt.

He doesn’t mind paying for you— he’s a trust fund baby after all. Besides, he likes how flustered and annoyed you get when he whips out his credit card faster than you can, especially considering that the two of you are just friends with benefits. Not even friends, really, considering how much the two of you bicker. But, besides the point, he has no problem splurging his money on you.

The problem is hiding his hard-on every time you come back to his place afterwards, standing before the mirror to smudge pigments onto your parted lips.

He doesn’t know why he gets all hot and bothered at seeing you pout and smack your lips together, but he does, blue eyes narrowing in at you applying a steady coat of gloss to make them look shiny. And he sure as hell knows that he wants you to mark him up in that gorgeous pink color, leave prints all over his neck and chest. He needs you to use him like those men of magazine covers and perfume ads, stains left behind on his skin like artwork. He wonders how those lips would look wrapped around his—

“You okay?” You meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror, squinting to analyze his faraway expression. “You look paler than usual."

“Staring at you gives me a headache, sweetheart.” He bounces back with a cheeky smile. "I'll nap it off."

You turn, teeth sinking into your luscious bottom lip as you scowl at him. The sight makes Gojo’s breath hitch and cock harden. It’s not fair, you just make him lose his cool with the slightest of actions. And Gojo depends on his coolness.

“Don't tell me your sick. Keep your gross germs away from me. Go on, get lost.”

Gojo practically trips his way to get away from you, flopping onto his bed with an arm covering his face. He feels like a pubescent boy, sweating and throbbing from a wave of horny hormones. He hasn’t felt this way since middle school— why does he put up with you? He could be fucking anyone else, but he knows at his core that you’re the only one who can satisfy him. Sigh.

It's fine, it's fine, he tells himself. You'll get a wipe in a minute and swipe all of the product off your face, grab your makeup bags, and get the hell out of his apartment. He can totally ignore you, pump away his cock in the comfort of his bed, alone—

“Heading out, dumbass. Don't call me tonight to fuck, 'm busy—”

A record scratches in Gojo’s head as you peek your head through the crack of his bedroom door, lips still painted red and body fitted in a matching tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“You’re leaving?” Wearing that lipstick?

You’re busy sifting through your purse to notice how on edge your fuck-buddy seemed to be. “Yeah. The girls are going clubbing for Shoko’s birthday, remember?”

Now, Gojo isn’t the possessive type. He swears he’s not, even as he lurches out of bed with his brows pinched and a frown tracing his lips, his fingers curling against your wrist. And he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong in him saying that—

“You aren’t going.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you aren’t going. Not with your makeup done like that.”

“Done like what?” You feel your own brows crease to match Gojo’s glare. “What are you talking about?”

He reaches out to cup your cheek, thumb patting against your lips. “Done like a whore.”

The word should have hit you like a slap, a how could you say that? reaction with tears brimming your eyes. But when it’s Satoru Gojo saying it, the World’s Biggest Player (outcompeting Geto!), it’s pure humor, better than any joke told by a stand-up comedian.

You laugh right in his face. “I’m the whore? Satoru, you get a boner every time I put on chapstick. Who’s the whore here?”

Gojo can feel himself blush but he refuses to back down, smirking to maintain his confidence. “So you know what you’re doing? Fucking minx. You just like the attention.” His thumb stays on your lip, smearing the gloss and letting it stain the skin around it.

"That's not true." You feel yourself lose your vigor as Gojo slips a finger into your mouth, the weight heavy and teasing of what is to come. Gojo senses it too, his smile growing wider and eyes zeroing in on the ring being left behind on his knuckle.

"What's not true? You're not a slut? Say it then."

“'M not—”

Gojo pushes his fingers further into your mouth, the tips reaching the back of your tongue and making you gag. "Sorry, what was that?" He pulls his hand out, not missing the strings of spit that connect from his fingers to your chin. When you don't respond, too busy heaving in air, he knows he's got you right where he wants. Perfect.

"Hmm, maybe you can suck something else?" He frames it like a question, as if you have any choice when it comes to him. You glower at him under your lashes as you kneel down, fisting the fabric of his pants and tugging them down harder than you need to.

"Ah, ah, forgetting something." He leans back, reaching something on the dresser before tossing it down next to you— a tube of Cherry on Top! red lipstick. "Put some more on first."

"Kinky little shit." You mutter, but you pull off the cap with a pop. A stady grip and gentle pressure leaves your lips standing out in a pretty red once again.

"Good?"

Gojo grins. "Go ahead, chéri."

“Haha, funny.”

If he was anyone else, you'd bite off the tip of his dick. Unfortunately, Gojo happens to be the strongest. He'd turn on Infinity before you'd get the chance.

He's attentive when you pull his length out, almost slapping at your cheek when it springs out of his boxers. He's long, a slight curve right in the middle that feels great when it's inside you, mushing against your G spot, but it’s not so great when you have to swallow him down. It makes you gulp as you open your mouth and bring the tip to your tongue, but Gojo takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you back.

"Ah— what?"

"Kiss the tip."

You groan. "I'm going to be late, y'know."

"If you obeyed instead of arguing, you'd be done faster, y'know."

With a sigh, you lean forward and kiss the tip, crimson staining the head of his cock in a pretty print. "Fine, there—"

When you look up at Gojo, head thrown back and mouth is dropped open in a gasp, eyes screwed shut like he's about to cum. Just from that?

Oh. Oh.

The realization hits you like lightening, a shock that runs through your head and rewires your neurons to see the obvious:

Gojo is weak.

Well, okay, maybe not weak, but his one weakness is you. Your lips.

Well, well, well, not so strong, is he?

Pumping his dick in one hand, you press open-mouthed kisses along the bottom of his length, even moving down to nibble away at his thighs. In between pecks, you have to reapply the lipstick so that the markings truly show on his skin. His body is your canvas, a very responsive canvas, one that groans and tugs your hair with every brushstroke of scarlet. When you think you've teased him enough, satisfied by your work, you finally take him in your mouth, red ringing his shaft.

Red is an… interesting color for Gojo. It's a part of his cursed technique, it's what he sees at the end of every fight in a pool under his opponent. It's a color that makes him absolutely feral, and when he sees you at your knees, red lips swallowing him whole... he blames you for what happens next. It's your fault for underestimating him.

"Fucking vixen."

He grabs the sides of your face as he pummels your mouth, thrusts forcing your nose to mash against his pelvis with every thrust, makeup smearing against his base with how much you drool. Your gags only keep him going, his icy blue irises getting darker and darker as his pupils widen from the high.

“Take it, c'mon, sweetheart.” He laughs at you, the audacity of him. "Wanted to tease me so bad, isn't this what you wanted?"

You try to shake your head, but you can't ignore the wetness soaking your panties, how your thighs inadvertently flex to put the slightest bit of pressure on your clit. A teary-eyed glance upwards sends Gojo off, a whine escaping his lips as he cums in the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow everything he gives you.

You pop off of his length, finally, sticky pink spit tinting your chin and cheeks.

"Fuck you." You groan, using your wrist to wipe away as much slick off your face as you can, but it just ends up making the mess worse. "I don't have time to redo this."

"Aww, sorry about that." He sounds the least bit sorry, reaching down to drag his jeans up his legs. He couldn't care less that he still has lipstick stamps all over his inner thighs. "I guess you can just stay in with me."

"Don't gloat."

"Me?" He lets out a dramatic gasp, raising his eyebrows and placing his palm on his chest. "I would never."

You pull yourself off the ground, ignoring the hand that he offers to help you up. "I'm telling Geto and Shoko about your lipstick kink, by the way."

"I'll kill you before you get the chance." He says brightly. "Round two, chéri?"

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nctsplug02 · 3 years

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[8:29am]

Genre: suggestive and fluff :)

a/n: okay so i tried my best to type out the words exactly like how i heard it in my mind. so ‘buetifo’ is beautiful if you couldn’t tell.

A small thud causes you to jolt out of your wonderland. “Shit.. what time is it?” You sit up, heels touching your butt as you do. You look to the side to see your husband still sleeping. You reach over to your nightstand and you grab your phone. “It’s eight in the morning..” you lightly huff and place your phone back on the nightstand.

Right as you’re about to slam your body back down onto the bed a little voice scares you. “Mwah.” You turn to see your daughter sitting on the floor covered in your makeup. “Oh, my—! Pearl, no!” You jump out of bed and you grab the smashed makeup pallet that was sitting on the floor.

“Hi mommy! I so buetifo!” Your daughter giggles and cups her face. “What’s wrong, babe?” Johnny groans and sits up from the bed. “Oh, my.. how did you..” you take a deep breath. “Babe, what’s wrong.. woah.” His voice trails off when he sees a big mess on the floor. “Uh oh, pearl, you made a big mess.” Johnny half hearted scolded the two year old.

Makeup dust was everywhere, your white marbled stained floor was painted in different colors. Blue, red, purple, green, gold, silver. The foundation was poured out on the floor and smeared with her tiny finger prints.

It felt unreal, how could a two year old do this by themselves?

Your daughter had makeup smudged all over her face. She had highlighter on, she had eyeshadow on her ears and lips, she had your Maybelline red lipstick on her forehead and chin. You could hear a faint whimper escape your daughters lips.

“Oh, no. Pearl, no, baby.” You cup your daughters face as she lets out a muffled cry. Thick, hot, tears rolled down her shimmery golden-brown cheeks. “Oh, noo.” You cooed, sipping her tears away, the powder of your makeup rubbing off just a bit. “Don’t cry, baby.” Johnny hops out of the comfy bed and sits next to you. “Here, I’ll take her.”

You hand your daughter to Johnny and he holds her in his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry, you aren’t in trouble. Mommy was just worried about you—, and her makeup but that doesn’t matter. Just don’t do that next time, okay?” Johnnys words only make his two year old cry even harder.

Her sobs getting louder as she cries, she gets up from johnnys lap and waddles back over to you. “I’m buetifo?” Your daughter asks in between her little cries. You frown and nod. “Yes, you are. You are so beautiful, baby. So beautiful, just like mommy.” Her cries soften but the hiccups don’t. “I—I’m buetifo?” You nod again, wiping her tears away.

“Beautiful like daddy too.” Johnny points to himself with playful nods. “Yes, just like daddy too.” You giggle at how he wanted to be included too.

“Let’s take the makeup off, okay?” She nods and stands up from your lap. You take her little hand and guide her to the bathroom. “Okay, lets take this makeup off.” You take your wipes and you wipe the makeup off.

It was satisfying watching the makeup get removed in a few swipes. You could see how johnny admired the both of you from the mirrors reflection. He looked at you both with hearts sparkling in his eyes. “There we go! It’s all off!” Your daughter turns her head to the mirror and shows off her smile she got from her dad.

“Now you look even more beautiful!” She nods and turns back to you. “Thank you, mommy!” You nod and give her a small kiss on his nose. “Okay, go play so me and daddy can get ready.” You pull her off the counter and you set her down on her feet. “Okay, mommy.” She runs past johnny and slowly walks down the stairs, not wanting to fall. Johnny walks in with a sigh.

“She’s so naughty.” You nod with a big huff. “Isn’t she just, makes me want another one honestly.” Johnny raises an eyebrow with a frown mixed with a smirk. “Yeah?” You nod, getting tying your hair up so you could brush your teeth.

“So like… right now?” You pause and let your hair fall back down. “Not now,” he shrugs but nods. “Maybe if we drop her off to like, Jaemin’s then yeah.” He jumps in excitement. “Alright! Let’s go, baby!” He cheers and does a little happy dance. “Pearl! Get your iPad, lets go to uncle Jaemin!” You shake your head as he runs out of the bathroom.

“We still have all day..” you mumble, thinking about how crazy he is.

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sukunasfourtheye · 3 years

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Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

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Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

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>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

Oh yes. It’s showtime.

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself.

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed.

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell.

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously.

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end.

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face.

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah? You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.”

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”.

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

#eren jeager #eren jeager smut #Eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren jeager one shot #eren yeager oneshot #aot smut #attack on Titan #attack on Titan smut #eren smut #eren oneshot #Eren filth #Eren #aot #this was originally gonna be Levi but oh well #aot fanfiction #smut

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subspencer · 3 years

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taking spencer to a drive-in theatre and giving him a blowie <3

taking spencer to a drive in theater, you say? spencer being really into the movie and not realizing that you’re trying to take advantage of the privacy and have a little adult fun, until you make it glaringly obvious?

wc: just under 1.4k

cw: blowjob. no sub/dom dynamic, though reader does call spencer ‘good boy’. reader can be gender neutral.

Taking Spencer to a drive-in movie theater was your idea. It seemed like the kind of date he’d like; old-school drive-ins playing old-school movies. Pretty fitting for an old school kind of guy. And you were right; Spencer’s eyes were practically glued to the rerun of some classic eighties sci-fi movie that you picked out for the evening.

It was perfect. The air outside was cold but the heaters were blasting in the car. Stars littered the night sky, and the dim glow of the projector screen lit up Spencer’s gorgeous side profile like a baroque painting. And the best part about drive-in theaters? The privacy.

For cuddling in the car, of course. Because you were too good at setting this date up, and Spencer was way too interested in the movie. Flash Gordon lost your interest a long time ago; it’s now shifted to your boyfriend, who is yet to get on the same page as you.

His hands rest around your waist as you lean your back and head on his chest, watching him more than anything. The more you take in his features –– dark brows, adorable button nose and full, pink lips –– the less you care about the movie. You take up focus with his hands, instead, and begin toying with his fingers that lay on your waist. They’re long, pretty, and they spur your imagination like no other thing has ever done.

No longer feeling patient, you crane your head up and begin kissing the underside of his chin, his jaw, and his neck, sucking softly and moaning against him. His eyes flick down to you, catching you giving him a longing look, and he smiles. Before you can get too excited, thinking he’s finally gotten your hint and has decided to take full advantage of the privacy of a drive-in theater, he just as quickly turns back to the screen.

“Spencer,” you whine, tugging on the front of his shirt to call his attention. He shoots you another smile without looking, and laces his fingers with yours, thinking he’s satisfied your need for touch with a simple squeeze of your hand.

“You picked a really good movie, babe,” he whispers and pecks the top of your head.

You have to resist rolling your eyes because clearly it must be fucking good if he’s not at all picking up on the mood you’re trying to set. Returning to kissing his neck, you drag the hand he’s interlocked with yours down your body until they meet the top of your shorts, and let them hover there. At the same time, you take his free hand from your waist, pushing it higher up so that it lays right over your chest.

He barely registers it. Not even as you cover his hand with your own and press down until his palm fully envelopes you, fingertips digging into your breast as you arch into him. You even let out a tiny, mewling sound that he always likes to hear. And the only thing he’s noticing is whatever is happening in this god forsaken movie.

You pull away, annoyed, and his hands drop to the car seat as you sit up straight, crossing your arms as you wait for him to say something. It’s childish, it’s needy, but you don’t care because you’re waiting for him to ask you to come back into his arms. A few minutes go by, and he’s said nothing. Just entirely entranced by the movie.

So deeply, in fact, that he doesn’t notice as you slide off the seat and get down onto the floor of the car. As best as you can, you crawl over to him, kneeling beside his legs. You place your palm on his knee and massage it, watching his face to see how he reacts. He merely offers a passive hum, so you shift your hand higher, trailing featherlight touches on the inside of his thigh. Spencer lets out a soft giggle, but still, his eyes never shift away.

When your fingers find his zipper, he raises his hips to help you tug off his trousers and boxers until you’re able to pull his dick free from the fabric. But at this point in your relationship, he could be acting purely out of muscle memory. He’s still not looking.

Only once you start placing little kitten licks up and down his cock, does he stop and ask, “Whatchya doin?” with a soft chuckle.

You close your mouth and press your lips against the tip, humming a kiss. He twitches in your hand at the sensation of the vibrations. “Nothing,” you smile. The fucker still hasn’t looked at you, but his hands find the back of your head, his fingers carefully web through your hair as you continue playing with him. Entirely passive.

His thumb starts rubbing slow, absentminded strokes onto your scalp as you wrap your mouth just over the head, sucking gently and flitting your tongue through the slit.

“Fuck!” his knee jerks at the pleasant surprise. He finally looks down at you, biting his lips and digging his fingertips into your scalp, encouraging you to keep going, “That feels so good.”

Pulling away, you flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe along his length, base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. He watches you push down until he’s as far into your throat as you can take, making sure he feels you gag softly around him.

You’ve got his attention right where you want it as he starts guiding your head gently, whining for more and pushing you down on his dick at a relaxed pace. His tongue sweeps over to soothe his bottom lip, sore from biting it, as he watches himself slide in and out of your mouth. “You look so pretty like that,” he whimpers, holding you far down on him.

You let him enjoy it for a few minutes – watching you take him and controlling your movements – before pulling away and releasing him. He immediately protests the loss.

“Don’t watch me, baby, watch your little movie,” you smirk, taking him loosely into your hand and stroking him. He knows he’s not going to get a single thing more until he does as you say, yet he grinds into your palm, chasing your hand with his hips as you move up and down. You can tell he’s already close to finishing by the way the muscles in his thighs tense, and you remove your hand to deny him of it. “Did you hear me?”

“You liked your movie so much, so watch it,” you sneer. Reluctantly, he follows instructions, fixing his eyes back on the screen. For the first time tonight, it’s the last thing he wants to be looking at right now. “Good boy,” you praise, returning to your work.

You know it’s a form of punishment for him that he can’t watch you while you get him off. He may have a perfect memory, but nothing holds a candle to seeing it happen right in front of him. And, you also know that Spencer can’t keep his eyes open when he cums. He always shuts them tight the second he finds release, mouth hanging uncontrollably open as he hits a high.

So each time he starts getting close, you can tell by his eyes starting to flutter, and you pinch the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thigh. “Keep watching,” you remind him, and he forces his eyes back open.

“Please?” he begs. “Please, I wanna come,” his hips strain against your grip on them, “And I wanna look at you.”

You mumble around him to give him permission, and he wastes no time. The second he gets to watch you, with your lips glistening with spit that trails down to your chin, softly smudged makeup under your eyes, he shoots his release down your throat.

As you pull away, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, catching any drops that slipped away. You gladly draw his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean. “That’s my favorite view,” he smiles, dazed.

You hum around the digit, releasing it with a lazy smile of your own, “And don’t forget it.”

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whats-her-quirk · 3 years

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Ruby

jean kirstein x reader 18+ warnings: marking, oral, praise, begging wc: 2.2k

You lean over the sink, reapplying your deep red lipstick close to the mirror in the low light. Dinner was delicious, just enough but not too filling, and though your lipstick hard worn off, the merlot had tinted your lips just slightly. You part your lips to fill in the soft skin with the fire engine shade, patting and puckering until the outline is perfect. You place a finger between your lips and pull it out quickly, blotting off any excess before it gets on your teeth, observing the light smudges left behind before washing and drying your hands. Blowing a quick kiss in the mirror, you’re satisfied, and you leave the restroom to meet Jean back at your table. He’s already holding your coat open for you to slip your arms in.

“Ready to go home?” he asks as you shrug the warm sleeves on over your scarlet dress. If you asked, he’d surely take you to get coffee or ice cream or diamonds or anything else you could want. But you simply tap his bottom lip with your finger, the same one you used to blot your lipstick, and he chuckles.

“Ready,” you agree.

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Your home is dark except for a light in the kitchen by the time you arrive. After closing and locking the front door behind him, Jean reaches for the light switch, but you stop his hand before he gets there. He must have some idea of what you have in mind, because he chuckles and drops his hand, turning his back to the door and letting you press him up against it. You both still have your coats on, and you wrap crimson-painted fingernails around the lapels of his trench, pulling his chest against you at the same time that you push back against him.

Jean’s hands wrap around your lower back, and he sways you with his hips as he leans down to kiss you. He doesn’t think twice about the cherry staining your lips when you press your mouth to his, the pigment shifting as you deepen the kiss. You slip your tongue between his teeth, enjoying the lingering taste of wine in his mouth, and sigh. Kissing him is heavenly, but it’s not the only thing you want to do, and you don’t want to waste all your lipstick painting his mouth.

He hums as you kick off your heels, changing the angle and reminding you of just how tall he actually is. Your lips slide, kissing against the corner of his mouth first, then his cheek, the corner of his jaw, the side of his neck, leaving a ruby red mark behind in each spot. He pushes your coat off your shoulders as you suck on his neck, accidentally marking the collar of his shirt in the process as you dip lower. Your coat drops behind you as he gathers you in his arms, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your hands press to his chest, fumbling with the buttons on his coat until it’s open enough that you can pull on his tie, holding him in place as you kiss the other side of his neck. You can feel your lips getting tacky, the creamy lipstick warming on the heat of his throat. It smears like a bloodstain as you bite and suck, leaving marks that will stay when the makeup stains have been washed away. Jean gasps when you nibble at his earlobe, mumbling, “Fuck, baby,” before carrying you upstairs to your bedroom, even with his coat and shoes still on.

Your husband keeps in impressive shape, giving him the core strength to bend all the way down to place you on the bed without dropping you. You hold him tight, one hand on his tie and your other elbow hooked around his neck as he dips you down, greedily moving to attack your lips again. You grind your hips up against him, moaning when you feel his stiffness through the satiny material of his dress pants. The hem of your skirt falls around your thighs, and your hair is mussed against the thick comforter on your bed, the hard work of hours getting ready undone in mere moments. When Jean pulls back to look at you, he smirks as if you were picture perfect.

“You’re getting all messy, baby,” he coos fondly, pushing hair off your forehead as you look up at him. His lips are coated in a thin layer of rose, perfect lip prints of the same color dotted across any exposed skin. Each one of them seems to glow, unique marks that tell the universe he’s yours and yours alone.

You pull him close by his tie for one more kiss. “You like it messy.”

Jean hums in agreement as he cranes his arms behind him, pulling off his coat as you loosen the knot of his tie. When he steps back to kick off his shoes, you pull the chain of your crossbody purse up over your head. You set the bag on your nightstand, so it’s easy to reach later, and slip out of your dress, revealing a matching set of carmine lingerie underneath. Getting comfortable, you resituate yourself on the bed, head up by the pillows and lying on your side, hand draped seductively over the curve of your hip.

When he whips off his tie in one motion, you can tell Jean is ready to climb on top of you, but you stop him. “Strip for me, sweetheart.” He blushes briefly before reaching for his sleeves, unfastening his cufflinks and dropping them in a dish on top of the dresser. Slowly, Jean works the buttons of his shirt loose, revealing the softly tanned skin of his chest. He unzips his fitted black pants and steps out of them, and you let your eyes roam the expanse of his legs and torso: your canvas ready to be painted.

He crawls into bed next to you, resting on his hip as he wraps an arm around your neck and drapes a leg over your waist. He clings and grinds against you, smothering your neck in red-tinted kisses to pay you back for earlier. You sigh and roll against him, letting the burning friction build to a boiling point before putting two hands to his chest and pushing him onto his back. Jean all but pulls you on top to mount him, hips already stuttering up at you for more heat. You scratch your nails down his chest, leaving light pink trails in their wake before leaning over toward the nightstand.

You fumble in your handbag for a moment before pulling out the little black bullet of lipstick and popping the cap off. You sit up straight on top of Jean, nestling your core right over his straining cock. You squeeze him with your thighs as you take your time reapplying your lipstick, swiping on thick stripes of red and smacking your lips together.

“You’re up to something,” Jean huffs, pleasantly surprised but out of breath.

“You’re right.” You’ve waited long enough. After setting the lipstick tube aside, you roll your body down, pressing your breasts against him. You choose a spot where his collar bones meet, and tucking your chin under, you press a firm kiss to his skin. The print you leave behind is perfect and shiny, the fresh lipstick bold in color. You admire your work only a moment before moving on, biting his left collarbone before trailing down the ridges of his abs, smudging your lipstick as you go.

When you reach the band of his underwear, you tuck your fingers under the elastic, drawing a sharp breath from Jean. You find your favorite spot, in the hollow between Jean’s hip and his stomach, and press one more perfect mark before sliding the last bit of his clothing down his legs, freeing his cock against his lower stomach with a slap.

“Pretty,” you sigh as you lean back, praising Jean as he pants for breath beneath you, anticipating your next move. He moans quietly when you wrap your hand around him, spreading the dab of precum on his tops around his flushed head with your thumb. While you pump him, you crawl down and nudge his legs further apart with your head. He moans again, louder and more wanton, as you nip and kiss at his inner thighs. You’re about to make a mess of the bedspread, you know, but sheets can be washed.

Jean’s hand finds the back of your head, resting but not pushing, as you poke your tongue out to tap his balls. He gasps. “Oh baby, please. Don’t tease.” You smirk--well, he asked for it--and use your tongue to guide one of his balls into your mouth. With your lips in a perfect O, you suck on the fleshy package, stamping a ring of red around the base while Jean writhes and whimpers for you. Your fist has stilled around his cock, almost forgetting what you came down here to do, but when you release his ball with a wet pop, you know he’s ready for the main event.

Taking a few deep breaths, you settle on your knees between his legs, ass in the air. Jean clutches the blankets beside his head and gulps down sharp breaths. Steadying yourself, you drop your jaw and taste the light musk of his cockhead first, licking a stripe that makes him shiver and cry your name. Supposing you’ve teased him enough, you stick out your tongue and wrap your lips shallowly around him, suctioning his pretty head in your mouth.

Jean lets out a long, drawn-out moan as you inch down his shaft, licking each prominent vein you find along his silky skin. He bucks his hips only slightly, but you let him, enjoying the pulsing against the corners of your mouth and moving back toward your throat. Though you take your time, all too soon, you find yourself taking him as deeply as you can, your nose nearly meeting his pretty, caramel-colored pubic hair. “Feels amazing, babe. So good,” he groans.

You press your lips down as you suck and swallow around him, tucking them under to ensure you leave your red traces behind around his hilt. Jean covers his eyes with one forearm as he whines and continues fucking gently into your mouth. You hold yourself there as long as you can, savoring the sweet scent and taste of him until your jaw starts to ache. You force yourself down enough to gag around him once, and Jean cries out sharply as you pull off his length and pant for air.

Jaw paws at you, fingertips dragging down your thighs and knees because they’re all he can reach. You’re incredibly wet between your legs at this point, practically dripping at the sight of your marked and messy husband covered in the crimson ghosts of each kiss you left behind. You can practically feel his pulse syncing with yours as you lick your palm and wrap it around the base of his cock, watching the ring of sticky red pigment smear off on your hand.

“Baby please, I need you so bad,” Jean moans, his head lolling to the side, and arousal buzzes between your knees at his pleading. Your stomach twists; you can’t wait any longer either. You pull your panties to the side, rubbing between your folds to spread your wetness before lining up with Jean’s throbbing cock and sinking down around him with a long whine of pleasure.

The thrusts come almost instantaneously, like Jean’s been desperately holding himself back for this moment. His big hands wrap around your hips, fingers digging in to hold you in place as he bucks up into you with wild abandon. You pant and sob as you stare down into his face, his concentrated expression softened by the lip marks dotting his face and body. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to muffle his groans, but they echo from deep in his throat regardless as your slick pussy swallows him over and over again to an ever-increasing tempo.

“God, baby, you’re so sexy. So so fucking hot for me. I love you, love you so much,” Jean croons, his chin thrown back in ecstasy as he thrusts and grins into your heat. You feel split open, full as can be on his cock. You clench your walls around him, holding him in like a vice as you swirl your hips in sloppy figure eights. Jean shoves two of his fingers into his own mouth before pressing them to your puffy clit, massaging in frantic strokes while he grinds into your hips. You feel your orgasm building, building, building until finally, you fall apart on one sharp thrust that hits your most sensitive spot.

You cream around him with a shout that devolves into overwhelmed sobs, toppling you over onto his chest as he thrusts madly into his own loud, sloppy release. Jean’s hips shoot up, squeezing deeper, tighter into your cunt as he cums in thick spurts with pathetic, loving whimpers.

You crumble to his side, pulling off his spent cock but still clinging to him. Jean wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against him. You can feel the sticky residue from the lipstick smearing between you, mingled with the sweat and slick in a dewy mess. You feel as wrecked as you look, and it’s everything you could have wished for.

#happy valentines day you filthy animals #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #my writing

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frombeyondtheblackhole · 2 years

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Morning Routine: Hermit DSMP Swap AU

Cleo leaned forward on the dressing table in her room, peering at herself in the mirror. She frowned. The green of her eyes was starting to fade. She picked up a backup pair of glass eyes from a small wooden tray on the table and popped her old glass eyes out. She didn’t need eyes to see, one of the perks of being a zombie, but she found using glass eyes made her look more natural. That was one thing she missed about being alive, not having to deal with the maintenance required to care for a decaying body.

She popped the backup set of eyes in, they were a golden yellow color, and sat down in the dressing table chair. Several jars of different powder pigments sat in a line against the mirror. She let her hand hover over the different jars till she found the ones she was looking for; a blue and a yellow. With a tiny spoon she measured out some of each of the pigments onto a porcelain tray pallet. And pouring some oil from a bottle she folded the pigments together with a pallet knife till it was creamy and a vibrant green color. She did the same making a couple different shades of green, ranging from neon to deep forest till she was satisfied.

Cleo wiped the pallet knife off on a rag and set it aside picking up one of her green eyes and a tinny brush. She licked the end of the brush and dipped it in the paint. Holding the eye close, She carefully applied color, bright green streaks, sharp highlights, shadow along the top and around the outer rim, till it shown like an artificial jewel. Once both were finished she set them down carefully in the little dips in the wooden tray so they didn't roll and smudge the paint. They would take a while to dry. Cleo cleaned her brush in the glass of cleaning solvents and returned it to the cup full of brushes. She left the dirty pallet for a future Cleo to deal with and moved on to the next part of her routine; skin care.

Cleo picked up a bottle of SPF 1000 sunscreen. The ingredients; fifty percent fire rez, thirty percent slime and twenty percent honey, along with assorted fragrances, this one smelled like chocolate because why not. Joe had helped her come up with the recipe when she first became a zombie. It was just about the only thing she found worked. Both strong and long lasting it kept her from bursting into flames when she went outside. It wasn’t going to protect her from actual fire or lava, but it did its job.

Cleo squeezed a generous glop into her hand and carefully applied dollops to her exposed skin, rubbing it in thoroughly, careful not to miss any spots. She shook the bottle, adding more to her hand to get the last few spots. She would need to make more sunscreen soon but that wouldn’t be hard. They had a good supply of potions now, and the other ingredients weren't hard to get.

Cleo rubbed the last bits of lotion onto her ears and neck. She made sure her hands were clean, checking that there wasn’t any lotion stuck under her nails. Now, on to make up. She used a makeup brush to apply green eyeshadow that went wonderfully with the pail green of her skin. With practiced strokes she made wings in dark brown liquid eyeliner. She bruised Mascara on to her lashes and finished off with a couple pats of gray-blue blush across her cheeks. Cleo turned her head from side to side to see the finished product. Not bad for having to collect all the ingredients and make all the supplies from scratch. This server didn’t seem to have any working economy and even if it did it wasn’t likely she would have been able to find anyone willing to sell to her.

She sighed running her fingers through her hair working out some tangles and pulling old drying flowers out. She brushed it out and then began a waterfall braid going from her temple all the way around to behind her other ear, weaving fresh flowers in as she went.

There, that’s better. She looked at herself and smiled. Her eyes were still the yellow ones, she would just have to replace them in a couple of hours when the green ones dried fully. But the rest looked great. This server might be a hell hole but she looked fabulous and it was the little things that counted.

She gave herself a nod and headed out the door. It was her and False’s turn to look for this Philza person.

[Notes: no plot, just some fun headcanons about how Cleo gets ready for her day. I based the painting glass eyes thing, off of a comment cc!ZombieCleo made about painting her eyes green, in response to a question asking how her character's eyes stayed so bright if she was dead.]

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