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maraudersmyloves · 4 months

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Ooooo hii!! I was wondering if you could do something fluffy like the reader saying that they love one of the marauders last names and them being witty and replying that if they want it they can have it. idk its something i think about but dunno how to execute. <3

I know this request is quite old but I was looking through them and found this so yeah

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Pairing: bestfriend!James Potter x reader

Warnings: The reader being kind of stupid and oblivious, one use of Y/N

Word count: 580

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"If you want". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

You groan in frustration causing Remus to force his attention away from Sirius, drawing his eyeliner, and instead to you. Giving you a confused look from his place on the big armchair and James stops massaging your head to look down at you in his lap in concern, "Did I hurt you, love?"

You're too distracted by the thoughts running around in your head. Potter, what a name. It feels like it was written for a book, you once looked up its meaning, someone who makes Pottery, and ended up spending two hours thinking about whether James would make pottery and if yes what kind, what shapes, what colors, how messy?

You would've been going down the same rabbit hole right now if Peter hadn't thrown a pen at you. It hits you right in the stomach causing you to sit up and glare at Peter sitting on the floor and drawing. "What the fuck was that for???"

He grins, "Prongs was asking you a question, airhead!"

Before you can respond James cuts in "Hey! Let's not get mean." He pulls you back in his Lap ignoring Peter mocking him and Sirius snorting out a laugh.

You smile up at him, he is truly beautiful inky curls fall into his face as he looks down at you. His golden glasses frame his hazel eyes. His eyes always remind you of home. Your dream home. Some comfortable cottage near the woods where you would one day settle down with somebody, you don't know who but someone that fits the scene like James would.

"What was your question, potter?" He raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking at you like you just told him you saw a flying pig. "Potter?"

You feel a giddy feeling spread in your body and a few small chuckles leave your mouth while asking, "that is your name, no?"

James starts laughing with you, he doesn't know why he's laughing but he can't help it. He feels ever not laughing along with you would be a crime. He tries to pretend he's pouting over the name but it truly does sound beautiful out of your mouth. He loves it when you say his name.

"It's Jamie to you"

You whine, confusing James even more. Since when did you stop liking that nickname? Is he going to have to settle for James? It doesn't feel as personal, everyone calls him James. The other girls call him Potter and the boys call him Prongs. Only you call him Jamie and he'd quite like to keep hearing it.

"But Potter is such a nice last name, I wish I had that kind of name." You sigh, as you let the name sit on your tongue, Y/N Potter. It really is pretty. It feels fitting like you've just found the last piece of a puzzle you've already given up on under the couch.

James smirks down at you and starts stroking your hair, "Yeah, you like it?"

You hum in agreement, before closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into his lap. The comforting warmth of his fingers when they start massaging your scalp again removing all the tension from your body.

"If you want... you can have it."

"That would be nice. But how? I mean nothing against your parents but I don't want to be adopted. I like my parents already and what other way would there be?"

You hear James chuckle and murmur a small "You'll see."

#fluff #headcanon #marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders era #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter headcanon #james potter fluff #james potter x reader

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rztaros · 5 months

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: stains & complaints

synopsis. a night filled with laughter and messes. pairing. clarisse la rue x fem!r genre. fluff wc. 600+ now playing. infrunami by steve lacy . . . 💿 notes. 💬 lowercase intended + flirty clarisse

the two girls were sprawled on the cabin floor, sitting besides each other so closely together that their knees were touching, and clarisse could feel whenever y/n exhaled after holding her breath as she did her makeup.

"stop moving."

"i'm not!" clarisse whisper shouted, trying to avoid waking up her siblings. you'd toss the used makeup wipe to the side, bringing the eyeliner pen back up to clarisse's closed eye.

your hand would already start to cramp as you desperately tried to keep your movements steady. this had already been the fourth time in trying to mirror the simple design you had already drawn on clarisse's other eye, but her eyelid kept fluttering and forcing the pen's felt tip off its course—just like how it did now.

you moved back with an irritated huff to look at your girlfriend after messing up once again, but all frustration immediately disappeared and was replaced by laughter.

"what are you doing?" clarisse would just burst into laughter seeing the incredulous look on your face, causing you to laugh as well.

"i just want to look at my beautiful girlfriend, but you're taking too long!" clarisse would exclaim under her breath, pouting.

"well, i would've been done quicker if you just kept both of your eyes shut! you're makin' me mess up," and with a huff, clarisse finally shut both of her eyes, resting her hands over your thighs as she waited for you to finish. the touch reminded both of you how close you guys were to each other, causing your hearts to beat like crazy.

as you wiped off the messed up line, you'd be able to draw the second wing on successfully, allowing you to finally move on to the final step.

looking down at the pile of various makeup products scattered around you guys on the floor, you suddenly remembered something, "oh! i got a new lipstick that i got the other day, can i try it on you?” you'd ask eagerly as the corners of your mouth quirked up.

clarisse hastily nodded her head, leading to you jumping up to grab it from your bag. you'd rummaged through your bag, and once you dug out the lipstick, you'd turn around seeing clarisse staring up at you lovingly from the floor.

"what?" you'd ask with a shy chuckle.

"it's just… you look really pretty wearin' my clothes." you look down at the sweater clarisse insisted you'd wear. you would keep your head down, hiding your gentle smile and sit across from clarisse once more.

you would quickly leave a peck on clarisse's lips and swiftly began coating her lips with the muted pink-color lipstick before the other girl could question the sudden kiss.

"okay," you'd clap, scooting back to get a clearer view of clarisse's entire face, "i think i'm done!" you'd pass a small hand mirror to clarisse, letting the girl see the finished look.

clarisse gasps at her reflection. of course, she knew you were talented just by observing you do your own makeup, but seeing your skills showcased on her own face was just wow, and in other words, impressive. clarisse immediately tosses the mirror to the side and pulls you closer again to place multiple short kisses on your cheeks.

pulling back, clarisse laughs seeing the pink lip prints that she left on your cheeks. picking the mirror back up and turning it towards herself, you began laughing as well from both the feeling of clarisse's lips on your skin and the sight of the transferred lipstick on your own face.

remembering the late hour, the ares' daughter would quickly put her finger to her lip, shushing the both of you. but seeing the smeared lipstick around clarisse's lips only made you laugh harder, so you covered your mouth with your hands to prevent more laughter from escaping while more and more pink marks were left all over your face.

'cause i was blind to see

that you were right in front of me

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #dior goodjohn #clarisse la rue fluff

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makingqueerhistory · 4 months

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Eyeliner: A Cultural History

Zahra Hankir

From the distant past to the present, with fingers and felt-tipped pens, metallic powders and gel pots, humans have been drawn to lining their eyes. The aesthetic trademark of figures ranging from Nefertiti to Amy Winehouse, eyeliner is one of our most enduring cosmetic tools; ancient royals and Gen Z beauty influencers alike would attest to its uniquely transformative power. It is undeniably fun--yet it is also far from frivolous. Seen through Zahra Hankir's (kohl-lined) eyes, this ubiquitous but seldom-examined product becomes a portal to history, proof both of the stunning variety among cultures across time and space and of our shared humanity. Through intimate reporting and conversations--with nomads in Chad, geishas in Japan, dancers in India, drag queens in New York, and more--Eyeliner embraces the rich history and significance of its namesake, especially among communities of color. What emerges is an unexpectedly moving portrait of a tool that, in various corners of the globe, can signal religious devotion, attract potential partners, ward off evil forces, shield eyes from the sun, transform faces into fantasies, and communicate volumes without saying a word. Delightful, surprising, and utterly absorbing, Eyeliner is a fascinating tour through streets, stages, and bedrooms around the world, and a thought-provoking reclamation of a key piece of our collective history.

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#queer #lgbt #lgbt history #queer history #gay history #making queer history #queer books #lgbt books

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femmefatalevibe · 8 months

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Femme Fatale Guide: Office Essentials Every Woman Should Own

A sturdy, sleek tote that fits your laptop but isn't too bulky (with at least one closable interior pocket)

Laptop, AirPods/earbuds, portable charging system for phone/laptop

Laptop stand (changes the game, tbh)

Protective laptop case/sleeve

A planner and a black pen/another color pen for marking up your notes

Another notebook/pad for random notes or a running to-do list

A pen cup holder

A ziplock of hair-ties

Disposable toothbrush, Listerine strips, and travel-sized container of floss picks

A discreet feminine hygiene pouch or two with at least 2 products in it (you can use the additional pouch for extra underwear to be safe, honestly)

A simple, easy to zip and clean makeup bag

Lip balm

Hand cream

Vaseline/Aquaphor/Homeoplasmine

Mini stick antiperspirant or deodorant wipes

Travel-sized tweezers

Lint roller

Hand sanitizers

Disposable Shout wipes/stain remover stick

Travel-sized container of antibacterial and baby wipes

Band-aids

A pair of nail scissors

A mini nail file

Small sunscreen that doesn't leave a white cast

Travel-sized hair brush

A pigmented lip color (or two)

Compact powder

Portable stick cream blush/brusher

Eyeliner/mini mascara

Eyebrow pencil

A snack pack or two of a protein-rich, plant-based snack (roasted edamame, roasted chickpeas, lupini beans, almonds, or Feel Protein bars are great options because they're portable and keep you full in a pinch without forcing you to reach for something unhealthy/not filling when you need to eat – you can also carry some freeze-dried fruit to pair alongside it if desired)

Pouch for keys, wallet, IDs, etc.

Blue-light glasses (for long days in front of a screen)

#office supplies #office life #beauty essentials #product recommendations #skin products #beauty products #life hacks #travel essentials #workplace wellbeing #higher self #makeup essentials #survival essentials #self improvement #dream girl #that girl #glow up tips #femmefatalevibe

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kon-konk · 2 years

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It's kinda funny (in a weird way) how after I realized I wasn't female, a handful of stereotypically feminine abilities activated properly.

It's like I suddenly leveled up eyeliner, blending eyeshadow, and keeping fake nails on with the revelation.

#pei rambles #not even kidding a couple of years ago i couldn't put on pen eyeliner to save my life no matter how much i tried it tutorials i watched #same with blending eyeshadow so i used to wear just one color and that's it

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paper-mario-wiki · 3 months

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you do such a good job passing! any tips?

thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:

don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.

try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)

spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.

look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.

this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself (and my back doesnt hurt as much now)

come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)

im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!

#anon

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solarisfortuneia · 10 months

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his fingers have always been nimble. gentle. graceful, even. it is precisely this trait that assists him in his mastery of multiple instruments.

and his hands have always been steady, never twitching nor wavering. this aids every stroke of his pen, every swing of his sword and every tune he plays.

he’s perfectly aware of this, too. he is no stranger to intricate work; delicate actions come naturally to him.

so why on earth is something like applying your makeup so difficult? perhaps it’s the pressure of putting things on someone else’s face, or perhaps it’s the fact that it’s your face he’s working on? either way, he’s hoping with all his heart he doesn’t mess up.

kazuha’s always grateful for his blessings, but at this particular moment in time, he thanks every force of nature for granting him his stable hands, for he couldn’t possibly imagine taking up this task without it.

he picks up a brush and swirls it in a pot of pressed pigment, then delicately taps the apples of your cheeks. light floods into the room, birds chirp somewhere beyond, but he pays them no mind, the entirety of his focus occupied by the tint of rouge on your face. it makes your skin glow beautifully, reminiscent of a bright, cheerful blossom in summer, and for a moment, he’s so in awe that he forgets what he’s supposed to be doing.

“kazuha?” you call out to him, shaking him out of his captivated trance. “are you alright?”

he hums, acknowledging you. “just admiring.” he sets down the brush in his hands on the dark surface of the table and picks up another, a much smaller one with a sharper tip. he dips it into dark, inky liquid and brings it up to your eyes, the side of his palm resting on your cheekbones.

“stop blinking so much, dearest,” he taps your cheek softly with his other hand. “i’ll mess up the eyeliner otherwise.”

“i’m trying, i promise.” you say, attempting to keep your eyes still.

he grips your jaw firmly, tilting it upward for a better angle. his face scrunches in concentration as he carefully glides the brush on your eyelids, taking great care to not poke your eye out in the process. he steps back every so often, checking to see if the lines are even.

he sets the brush down, breathing a sigh of relief. “i think we’re done.” he holds up a mirror. “what do you think? have i done a decent job?”

you look at yourself for a few beats, examining every plane, every bloom of color, every painstakingly drawn line. “this is perfect,” you take the mirror from his hands and turn your face from side to side. “you’re really good at this. thanks, love.” you give him a bright grin.

“it’s nothing, really.” he smiles back at you, in his usual, serene way. “you look divine,” he means it.

“oh?” you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “so you think i’m pretty?”

“i do,” he leans in, tenderly bringing your wrist up to his lips for a fleeting kiss. “i think you’re absolutely stunning, my dear.”

he falls silent, attentive crimson roaming your face. he takes his time and looks over each and every feature with pure adoration in his gaze. one can see it in his expression alone; it clearly betrays how much he wants to trail the tips of his fingers across the bridge of your nose, under your eyes, over the expanse of your cheek, and how badly they itch to bury themselves in your neatly done hair. though, he knows he shouldn’t— lest he ruin his hard work— and his hands anchor themselves on your shoulders.

looking through pale strands, he notices a shift in your demeanor, as soon as he does, he knows you’re aware of how deep his desire to touch you extends.

“y’know,” you take his face into your hands, gazing back with the same intensity. “i’d say you’re pretty too, but i can’t see a damn thing with all this hair over your face.”

“my…hair?” your statement comes as a surprise. he sees you take full advantage of his momentary confusion, gently batting away his hand from pushing back his hair.

“yes, your hair.” you make a show of twirling the hair, then slip it quickly behind his ear, never breaking eye contact. “there, much better.”

his eyes widen fractionally, as if in a daze, and his train of thought grinds to nearly a halt. then, he blinks. once, twice, thrice. “thank you, dear.” he recovers soon enough though, eyes closing to give you a bashful smile. “i wasn’t aware that my hair was obstructing your view,”

you smile back at him. “now that that’s out of the way,” you trace your thumbs over the tip of his nose, “goodness me, kazuha, you are gorgeous,” you murmur, moving your fingers to his lips. they part involuntarily, and he looks away, unable to meet your amused eyes. “someone’s flustered, cat got your tongue?” the teasing lilt in your voice is hard to miss. you hold his face in your hands and scarlet begins to dust his cheeks.

he clears his throat, composing himself. “thank you for the compliment, starlight.” his voice is affectionate when he finally speaks, and a fond smile returns to his face.

“you’re very welcome, love.”

kazuha’s always grateful for his blessings. and right now, when he looks at the adoration in your gaze, he thanks every force of nature for giving him the best one of all.

#—🖋#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #kazuha fluff #mika's reposting her old works again wheeeee #i realize i've been pretty absent from writing but hopefully i should be posting things again #aaaa gotta update my masterlist too

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reidsweetener · 1 year

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okay just a few more things abt spencer x bimbo!reader and i’ll leave u alone😭

having tea parties with spencer and her stuffed animals (thanks to spencer’s cooking skills and knowledge on tea parties)

him reading her bedtime stories ;( and helping her fall asleep

he’s at work and realized you’ve replaced all his black pens with sparkly pink ones **with the fluffy thing on top

showing off the new outfits she bought from the mall, along with makeup

SPEAKING OF MAKEUP; u bet reader is going to want to do his face up with eyeshadow, blush and eyeliner. if she’s lucky, maybe lashes IF he’s feeling like having his eyelashes ripped off

and over time after he’s watched her do makeup from the vanity she added to his room, he’s got the makeup thing down packed

he loves halloween so she’s def making them wear matching costumes

he knows how info dumping can sometimes ruin somethings so during like movie time when something impractical happens, he’s doesn’t really care. as long as she’s enjoying herself.

THATS ALL IM SORRY 2 BOTHER 😭😭

NO I LOVE THEM TOO!!🥺✨✨ DONT WORRY!!

having tea parties with spencer and her stuffed animals (thanks to spencer’s cooking skills and knowledge on tea parties)

you know all of them are decked in appropriate high-tea attire! bimbo!r has an extensive wardrobe, and her little spawns are too! spencer is the prince/chef, and reader doesn't even have to force him to converse with those blank beady eyed bastards because he already pretends to argue about scientific researches and he periodically gets offended by his children's opposing views, if only to make reader laugh!✨✨ reader has to mediate sometimes, else spencer disowns their babies🥺🥺

him reading her bedtime stories ;( and helping her fall asleep

reader was adamant at first that she's not particularly interested in bedtime stories, but then spence made it seem as if he was the one who needed to read them in order to fall asleep. but she would get into it! like asking him questions, like; “but how can she not see that the wolf was not the grandma!” and she's looking at spencer with so much wonder and her eyes are sparkling!! LIKE HE HUNG THE STARS IN THE SKY🥺🥺 and spencer's heart just bursts in his chest!!

he’s at work and realized you’ve replaced all his black pens with sparkly pink ones **with the fluffy thing on top

at this point, he's not even fazed; he goes on with his day, and scribbles down per usual. he secretly likes your pens, because it's vibrant in color and comfortable to write with! hotch has to reprimand him though.

showing off the new outfits she bought from the mall, along with makeup

YOU BET HE'S FRONT ROW AT EVERY SHOW YOU PUT ON!! he's oohing and asking you to twirl. he even takes several pictures in angles you instruct him to, and he's got a whole folder dedicated to your monthly wardrobe. your vanity is so full that spencer has to gently remind you sometimes;

SPEAKING OF MAKEUP; u bet reader is going to want to do his face up with eyeshadow, blush and eyeliner. if she’s lucky, maybe lashes IF he’s feeling like having his eyelashes ripped off

spencer can't ever say no to you; so he sits there and puckers or blinks or simply remains stoic so you can contour him. you're straddling him, and his arms are around your waist while you tell him everything under the sun.

and over time after he’s watched her do makeup from the vanity she added to his room, he’s got the makeup thing down packed

not only that— he also knows how to take care of you when you fall asleep with makeup. he knows to do your skincare routine for you, how to take your hair pins and jewelry off; he's going to do it without being asked to!

he loves halloween so she’s def making them wear matching costumes

HALLOWEEN IS BOTH OF YOUR FAVORITE HOLIDAY! you go all out! matching character costumes— you've already done morticia and gomez, ariel and prince eric, clark kent and lois lane, aswell as a scooby gang with the rest of the bau!💖💖 spencer looks forward to every halloween, because both of you can dress up! although you're adamant that everyday can be halloween if he want to! you just want to see him happy🥺🥺

he knows how info dumping can sometimes ruin somethings so during like movie time when something impractical happens, he’s doesn’t really care. as long as she’s enjoying herself.

spencer loves to ramble, and reader often catches him when he tries to stop himself though! and when she tugs on his arm, and endearingly asks questions that she knows would make him expound, she listens eagerly!! she's happy to hear him speak, as much as she's happy with whatever activity they're doing!🥹🥹 she's really sensitive to his feelings, as much as he is to her. they're extremely atuned to eachother, and are often in their own wolrd💖💖

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x bimbo reader #spencer reid x bimbo!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid

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spiderman-intotheshitterverse · 10 months

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PunkNoir/NoirPunk Headcannons

Clothing/looks related :)

• Hobie puts a lot of effort into himself, like everything in his outfits is a statement, and even if his clothes aren’t very consistent , they are cohesive

• Peter on the other hand doesn’t have a lot of fashion knowledge. He can’t experiment with colors or with any unique clothing in his day and age so his clothes stay in the button up and black pants range mostly. (I say he has the no fashion sense straight man energy but still tries his best to look dapper)

• When Hobie visits Peter he’ll steal clothes and add them to his wardrobe, the black and white contrast nicely with his normal ones or adds something of his into Peter’s.

• So when Peter goes to look at his clothes for the next day he finds a shirt missing and a bright, ripped, hot pink cropped shirt in its place. (He finds this cute and wears them in his own home)

• Sometimes Hobie does this too often and Peter finds himself lacking any of his original clothes so he has to do a run to Hobie’s to get his clothes back.

• Hobie playfully pouts a bit when Peter does this but doesn’t mind it. The first time when Hobie did this Peter expected that Hobie’s closet would only consist of black and white stuff now but there still was a abundance of colorful clothing pieces.

• Hobie also has unique piercings, pins and patches that he adds to everything he owns and loves, this included Peter

• So when Peter’s in his home after hanging out with Hobie he’ll sometimes find a few pins in his pocket or a patch sewn onto his jacket. (Hobie tries to get Peter to pierce his ears but hasn’t succeeded yet)

• Hobie wears eyeliner and some graphic liners if he’s feeling fancy, and does Peter’s makeup if they hangout together. Sometimes he gifts his almost used eyeliner pens to Peter for him to try at home.

• Since Peter has met Hobie, he’s become more experimental with his style when he’s alone or with Hobie, but around others he sticks with his usual. (He does love to put a bit of rouge on his lips and cheeks as a subtle thing, Hobie gave him the rouge)

• Peter and Hobie have “friendship” bracelets that they made for each other, both matching the others universe aka Hobie wears a black and white one and Peter a very colorful one.

• Hobie does the very stereotypical thing and wears Peter’s clothes after a night together (it’s very cliche, they both love it)

(Yes I wrote this to procrastinate writing the next chapter of my fic because I hate hate hate writing mornings cause they’re so awkward to write like no I don’t wanna write Hobie eating breakfast and making toast ughh I want him to have a gay panic attack)

#noirpunk #punknoir #headcanon #headcannons #clothing #clothing headcannons

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 2 months

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Halloween Mischief

-C.S

Synopsis: You and your best friend Chris decide to go to a halloween party as Tate Langdon and Violet from “American Horror Story”, but when you put his makeup on him, something unexpected happens.

Pairing: Sub!Chris Sturniolo X Dom!Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTT, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it PLEASEEEE.), oral (m & f receiving), use of pet names (good boy, baby, sweetheart), cockwarming, bondage kink, choking, degradation and praise kink, male overstimulation, cussing (obv), kinky asf.

“Chris! Hold still!” You giggle, trying to hold the wiggling boy down. You were standing in front of the boy as he sat on the bed, as you pressed the cold eyeliner against his nose.

“I’m trying!” The boy argues. You shake your head as he pulled away from the cold soft material, for seemingly the tenth time within the past three minutes.

You furrow your eyebrows, before moving yourself onto his lap, to restrain him from moving so much. His eyes widen as his hands fly to your hips.

“There. Now, hold still.” You demand, and he slowly nods. You slide your hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his head, not allowing him to pull away anymore. “Close your eyes,” You tell him, and he obeys.

His eyes slowly flutter shut, and you use your free hand to tilt his head to the side by gripping his jaw. You move your face forwards, bringing yourself closer to him, dragging your eyeliner stick against his face, making smooth lines.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart beat slightly faster at this new level of intimacy. Sure, you and Chris hold hands, cuddle, and are overall quite touchy people, but you’ve never sat on his lap while doing his makeup. It wasn’t something you ever thought you’d do- not with him at least.

You traced out the boy’s eye sockets, before he started squirming again.

“Chris. Whats the matter? ‘m I gonna have to tie you up?” You scoff, and he whines and shakes his head. He whined. Your face turned red, and his eyes open in shock.

“N-no.. ‘m sorry- i’m trying..” He pouts, and you swallow thickly. Thats when you notice something. Chris was hard. You figured to play it off, not sure if you wanted to possibly ruin your friendship. You ignored him, before grabbing a thicker eyeliner pen, slowly shading in the outline. You couldn’t lie, Chris was hot as fuck, but you didn’t know if this would ruin anything between you two, and thats the last thing you wanted.

You began to be the one squirming, as you felt his boner poking uncomfortably at you ass. He kissed his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut harder. His hands have stayed on your hips this whole time, and now he had began squeezing you gently.

“Chris,” You whisper.

“Hm?” He hums in response, keeping his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes f’me,” You demanded, and his eyes quickly opened. “Good boy.” You praise, and you see his adams apple bob in his throat. You placed your hand on his cheek, pulling his skin down, lifting his waterline off of his eye, allowing you to gently trace it out. You knew this would be the part he squirms the most in.

You pressed the eyeliner to his waterline, and to no surprise, he jolted back.

“Chris, stop fucking moving.” You growled, pulling the eyeliner away from his face.

“‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry,” He whines, and you shake your head, standing up.

“Where do you keep your bandanas?” You ask, and the boy points to the top of his dresser, at a pile of various colored bandanas. You smile to yourself, as you pick a orange one out of the pile. “Stand up.” You tell him, and he did. You walk behind him, before pushing his hands together behind his back, quickly tying them together.

He let out a sharp gasp, before you push him back onto the bed. He sits up, his chest rising and falling at a quickend pace.

“Next time, if you don’t fucking listen, i’m gonna tie your legs down, ‘kay, pretty boy?” You furrow your eyebrows, and he quickly nods, looking up at you through his lashes. “Good boy.” You praise once again, before unexpectedly leaning down, placing a kiss to the bulge in his jeans.

All though he couldn’t feel it much, the action threw him into a spiral. Thinking about all of the things you could do to him.

“Y/N…” He whined again, as you crawled back onto the bed.

“Hm?” You asked, acting completely oblivious.

“I.. I need you, please..” He cries out, and you smirk.

“Need me to hurry up..?” You tilt your head, before straddling his lap again, causing him to sharply inhale.

“Y/N, for fucks sake. Please.. Please fuck me..” He whispers, and your eyes widen. You knew that was what he wanted, you just didn’t expect him to be so outright with it. You knew that Chris has no filter, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did. You scoffed, before lifting your body off of his.

You slip your hands in his waistband, before tugging them down, you look at him for approval.

“Please.” He whines, and thats all you needed. You pull off his boxers and jeans, your eyes widening when his fully erect cock slaps his shirt. He was thick and long, a prominent vein on the underside, a dabble of precum dripping along it.

“You’re so pretty..” You hum in approval, and the boy lets out a shaky breath. You slip your own pants off, crawling back onto the bed. You slide your panties to the side, as you grabbed his cock. His hips involuntarily buck up, and you glare at him. He whines as you slide the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

You both let out a small moan at the new feeling, before you slowly began to sink down on his cock. You hissed at the burning feeling, but as he bottomed out, the feeling slowly subsided. You leaned forwards, pushing your left hand harshly on his throat, picking up the eyeliner again.

“This is what you get for fucking moving so much.” You growled, coloring in the outlines you had already drawn on, knowing it would all get messed up if you continued on with what you were doing.

“‘m sorry,” He whines. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry..” He cries, and you tsk.

“Shouldn’t have been such a bad boy, then. Should you have?” You questioned, and he shakes his head.

“I-I know I was bad, but I can make it up to you! I promise!” He pleads, his bright blue eyes staring into yours. You sighed, taking your hand off of his throat.

“By doing what?” You ask disapprovingly.

“I.. I wanna taste you- please!” He begs, and you can’t lie, his words made you tighten your thighs around his hips. You slowly lift yourself up, causing Chris to let out a guttural moan. “F-fuck,” He gasps as his cock slips out of you, landing back onto his lower stomach. Your pussy throbbed as you made your way slowly to Chris’ face.

Before making it all the way up, you placed a soft peck against his lips, for only a few seconds, seemingly teasing. He whined when you pulled away, but the second you were hovering over him, he was dead silent.

He lifted his own head up, allowing him to kiss your folds, not being able to pull you down with his hands. You slowly followed his face down, his tongue lapping at your wetness. You bit your bottom lip, stifling your moans. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly, your stomach flexing in response.

“M-Mph- Good boy— fuck, Chris,” You panted, and felt Chris smile against you. Not in a cocky way. He was just happy he could make you feel this good. His own hips thrusted up, wanting to feel friction- not that it would take him long to do so. The second you came, which would be very soon, you would ride him until he was crying and begging you to stop.

“I-i’m close,” You warned as his tongue dove into you, deeper and deeper. All of those times you’ve seen the boy suck his lips around a lollipop, his tongue swirling around the sweetened candy, you knew he was good with his mouth, but fuck, not this good.

The boy whined in approval underneath you, beginning to shake his head back and fourth, causing his nose to continuously brush against your throbbing clit. You moaned loudly, legs shaking and tightening around Chris’ head as you felt the knot in your stomach snap. You felt your juices run onto Chris’ face, him not wasting a drop.

You slowly backed off of his face, admiring the sight below you. The boy’s chest was heaving, his mouth glistening, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You were glad you hadn’t done his mouth makeup yet, because that would be fucked. His nose was already smudged, the makeup beginning to run off of it.

Chris begins squirming impatiently below you, getting tired of waiting. You were lucky his hands were tied back, or he’d be having his way with you. However, he knows his place. You get the hint, and move your way down to the boy’s large cock. You place another kiss on his sensitive tip, this time however, it was unclothed, making the sensation so much more heightened. He bucked his hips up, but immediately pausing afterwards.

“Y’know, if you wanted my mouth so bad,” You started, licking a bold stripe up his throbbing cock, “You could’ve just asked, no?” You teased, and he nodded.

“Y-yes, yes. You’re r-right.. ‘m sorry,” He apologized, kissing his teeth. You don’t listen to him, instead you pushed your head down onto his cock, miraculously taking all of him. “Fuck!” He cried out, loud enough for the fucking astronauts on the moon to hear.

Tears began to flood your eyes as you continued to push your head up and down, pushing yourself, all so you could hear his euphoric cries and whines. You looked up at him through your lidded eyes, seeing his absolutely ruined state. All of his makeup was smudged, some lines of black running down his face in the form of tears and sweat, his hair messily sticking to his slick forehead.

“Y-Y/N! Fuck, Y/N! I’m cum-ming!” He hiccuped, his hips stuttering. You hummed in approval, feeling generous. The vibrations alone were enough to send the brunette over the edge, painting your throat with his white spurts of cum.

You slowly pulled your mouth off of the crying boy, his semi-hard dick flopping down. You leaned forwards, your lips meeting his. His eyes widen, as your tongue dominates his. Slowly, his eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss. He felt helpless and vulnerable with his hands tied back like this, but for you, he’d allow it.

You pulled away from his soft swollen pink lips, trailing your open mouthed kisses down to his neck and collarbone, sure to leave few marks here and there. You bit down harshly, causing the boy to let out a sharp moan. You could tell the poor boy was getting hard again, as his cock was pressing against your bare ass.

You pulled away from his sore neck, moving yourself back down to hover over his cock. You slipped your panties to the side, slipping his tip through your wet folds a few times, Chris’ breathing once again speeding up.

“Your safe word is ‘Red’, ‘kay, pretty boy?” You reassured, and he nodded.

“O-okay, ma.” He replies, as you place a kiss to his forehead, and slowly sinking yourself down onto his cock. It wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been the first time that night, but you definitely weren’t used to it quite yet. You whined slightly, causing Chris to throw his head back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

You began thrusting yourself up and down, your legs slapping against his hip-bones. He let out strings of loud moans and curses, his hips bucking up every once in a while. You pretended to hate it, but you and he both know you love it. Neither of you would act on it, though. Chris staying obedient to your demands.

Your bounces got sloppier and sloppier as Chris squirmed below you, black tears rolling down his face, his eyes scrunched, holding his orgasm back. He had been pleading you to let him cum for a while now, repeating things like “Ma- please! I can’t take it!” and “Oh, fuck! Please, please, let me cum! I’m a good boy, please!” You wouldn’t lie, his begging was making everything so much better for you, until you began getting closer to your edge as well.

“C-Chris, baby, let go-“ You permitted, and he immediately did so, filling you up, as your cum streaked his cock. You slowed your movement, before coming to a complete stop. “God, you’re amazing,” You praised, kissing the boys forehead, staying on his lap.

“P-please untie me- My arms hurt,” He whined shyly, and you fake pouted.

“Awe, you poor thing.” You tutted, reaching behind his back, pulling the orange bandana off of him, that you actually tied surprisingly tight. The second his hands were free, he grabbed your face, smashing your lips against his roughly.

“Please just stay here- we don’t have to go to that party,” He begged, and you sighed and reluctantly agreed. You began to lift yourself off of him, but he quickly slams you back down, you letting out a sharp gasp as he did so.

“No, stay. Please.” He tilted his head, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You sighed, before pulling him down, laying both of you on your sides, legs tangled, his cock still in your leaking cunt. The sensation was slightly gross to you, but he was hot, so you’d let it slide. The boy cuddled into you, resting his head on your chest before drifting off to sleep, leaving you to wonder,

are you friends— or more?

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what's on the girls vanities

pup - mostly skin/lip care and she saves all her money to buy one or two things at a time and she makes it stretch. she's the most freckly so she has hella sun block and after sun but she likes to emphasize them with the freak pen!!! her beach day perfume is normally eau de juice which smells like a fruit smoothie or the hawaiian tropic but the patchouli + plum mix of beyonces midnight hit is her signature. pulls out the lush for special occasions only. has lots of lip gloss because that's the only real makeup she wears but she throws in a lip liner and clear mascara too. her lotions are also fruity/beachy smelling but the patchouli drowns it out tbh.

bunny - if it's pink she's buyin it!!! this can be both standard kook!bunny and pogue!bunny tbh. all her perfumes are light and fruity floral because anything else gives rafe a raging headache. she frequently wears shimmery body oil to parties and loves to beat her face because figure 8 has air conditioning and she won't melt. lots of expensive lotions and creams that she makes rafe pay for because if he wants her pretty he's gotta fund it. is a vs bombshell warrior!!! but she loves soft & dreamy/strawberries & champagne lotion. dolce garden is her beach perfume because its fresh and coconutty, Prada candy florale/chanel chance eau tendre is def the shopping trip perfume, bombshell is pogue!bunny's signature and the miss Dior is for fancy events. she smells like what the other girls call a "sexy baby".

kitten - sticky fingers mcgee here has stolen almost everything here because save a lot rlly doesnt pay her shit. everything is just drugstore for the most part and her makeup is pretty simple. everyday is normally eyeliner + a real nasty sexy red lip and shes a love spell girl. her nails are pretty much always way too long and a burgundy/blood red. wears mostly unscented lotion or oatmeal lotion because this girl is a napper okay she sleeps 24 hrs and doesnt like being assaulted with scents while she sleeps. that's also why she steals the cat sleeping mask because her skin needs some nourishment while shes sleep. stays with cherry chapstick and whether her hair is down or in braids she's using this very expensive hair cream her mom got her as a surprise. everyday perfume is def ck 1 which she actually buys because its only $10-$20 when she gets it. loverdose however is her party perfume it smells like licorice and vanilla and gets her laid every time its like crack to jj.

foxy - she has the least amount of stuff because she wears classes and wants to keep it simple.she has lots of fun with her nails though she has a bunch of different colors and she does her own nail art because she doesn't grow them long. her lips are normally a nude/brown with a reddish brown liner because she has a really defined cupids bow and she likes to emphasize it. she loves a gloss though! does midtown blushes so reddish browns because they seamlessly match her skin tone. actually does eyeshadow but its simple which is why she uses a stick thats normally a rusty red and blends it down, looks stun with brown mascara because black is too much. proud mom perfume wearer!!!! green tea is her everyday for school because she puts it on and forgets about it and it blends well with her lotion. deep red smells amazing with her lotion and her mom gives it to her everytime she sees her so once every 4-6 months. that's her party perfume because that was also her moms party perfume. cashmere mist is what her grandma wore her entire life and she doesnt think it smells like old lady at all she wears it to sleep

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