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suzypfonne · 6 months

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I think the *implied offscreen intimate shenanigans* trope would be so cute on GO.

Just like, Crowley and Aziraphale are called in from another room and arrive disheveled: buttons are mismatched, hair is mussed, and someone's pants are on backwards. I'm especially giddy at the thought of Aziraphale's eye-pencil-mustache being smudged all over Crowley's face, and them just trying to "act normal" in the worst way.

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Maggie: Mr Crowley, you have something on your cheek.

Crowley: I don't. *sniff*

Nina, snidely: And your trousers are on the wrong way round.

Crowley: Ngk 'S'stylish.

Aziraphale, with half a mustache: 😳

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #gomens #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable idiots #tv tropes #they were getting messy offscreen #lipstick on your collar #adorable #so much squee #ineffable chatfics

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blodmann · 6 months

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#Lipstick on Your Collar #ewan mcgregor #Youtube

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gothabilly-kitty · 3 months

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#connie francis #lipstick on your collar #Spotify

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helloparkerrose · 1 year

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#1950s #Blue #connie francis #Smile #Singer #Lipstick on your collar #Who's sorry now #Where the boys are #Stupid cupid #Blue and red

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tvthemesongs · 10 months

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Lipstick on Your Collar intro

#lipstick on your collar #channel 4 #1990s

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teatimebanter · 6 months

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almost done, officer

#you (harry) walk into the precinct and see this wyd #the correct answer is get lipstick on your collar #all gender hcs welcome but here i am particularly thinking about butch kim and femme (nebulous) jeanne #kim always wears the same shade of lipstick #a versatile dark maroon #not too flashy. practical but not cheap #kim likes nice things #kim likes taking care of nice things (vicky) (kineema) (lt double yefreitor harrier du bois’ sanity)#jean vicquemare #kim kitsuragi #kimjean #jeankim #or is it #disco elysium #disco sapphics

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harmonycorrupted · 1 year

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Collared, pigtailed and clad in fishnet …аt your service💜😜

#pale girl #alt girl #metalhead #choker #blond girl #goth girl #red lipstick #alt fashion #braids #mesh #pretty girls #collar #bd/sm lifestyle #bd/sm slave #sweet and sexy #sexy tease #at your service #me

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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I’m curious… which of your faves likes lipstick to smudge? Who likes gloss/balm to smear? And who just adores naked lips?

#nanami likes lipstick on his neck and shirt collar #hanma is messy and loves smearing gloss all over his mouth #Kakashi just wants your lips - pure and simple #tell me people #I must know!#nanami kento #hanma shuji #kakashi hatake

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imtalkin · 3 months

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I got the On Your Collar | Attention lipstick! It’s suuuuuuuuch a pretty red 💋

#rem beauty #on your collar #yes and #ariana grande #makeup #red lipstick

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razzipree · 24 days

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i love being insane

#every single time i help people go over blocking at rehearsal #or write it down #anything really #i get the urge to draw beetlejuice doing it too #like #ohhhh the blocking for lipstick on your collar is soo good #i should draw bj in these poses #oh! the motion at can’t you go okay robin hood #with somebody else’s HEAAAARRT #is WONDERFUL #yknow who’d look wonderful doing it?#beetlejuice.#catch me memorizing every single persons blocking entirely on accident bc i just draw bj doing it so much #i am going to create a niche so random #50s pop girl group songs x beetlejuice

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k1rishiki · 2 months

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one thing i'm trying to keep in mind while designing the cast of the resurrectionists is that they're all constantly changing clothes + ideally there will be ppl cosplaying these characters someday and i'd much rather see morana cosplays done in old btssb pieces that technically aren't things she wears than morana cosplays in cheap mass-produced versions of her canon outfits from aliexpress so i'm trying to make them all recognizable by a defining feature or two + fashion (sub)style alone

#like morana wears old school egl. tends towards skirts that hit her mid calf. prefers ruffles over lace. always has on rocking horse shoes.#usually is in some sort of deep red. wears a lot of vivienne westwood pieces. wears a lot of bows. and has a very specific shade of pink #hair w hime-esque bangs and braided twintails. so like. if youve got the hair and 1-2 of those things you're all set for your morana cospla #(also rectangular headdresses. she loves rectangular headdresses)#shi is also one of the good examples. shironuri w bright red lipstick and LONG false eyelashes for makeup. long red and black hair in a #high sidepony (which is at least partially crimped). she wears angura kei w a tendency towards basing her fits around kimono and not school #uniforms (bc she is. a grown ass adult. from the 1600s). she always has something on her head near the base of that ponytail.#her outfits often incorporate flowers or butterflies. she usually has some sort of timepiece on her. she likes printed socks/tights. her #shoes always have some sort of platform. and her main colors are red white and black.#dysmas doesn't wear any color save for white and black. any metal on them is silver. their hair is black and textured and covers one eye.#they always have a crucifix displayed on them prominently somewhere. they wear shironuri w dark makeup around their eyes and st peter's #cross drawn under their visible eye + black lipstick. their outfits are mainly black w white collars. they like moi meme moitie pieces.#they almost always have a crucifix at their hip. for shoes they tend towards a heeled boot. they almost always have on some sort of veil fo #headwear. think of them like a raspberry mazohyst choker come to life.#mara's going to be my last example bc i need to make the rest of them stronger. black twintails w bangs parted in the middle and pink #highlights. either guro lolita or menhera depending on which version of her you're looking at but we're going to focus on regular mara not #distant-future-amnesiac-reaper-mara . so guro lolita. she always has an eyepatch. she has long legs so she uses that age old talllita trick #of letting one's bloomers peak out to cover more leg. she tends towards blouse+skirt+apron coords instead of wearing a jsk or op.#white bright red and bright pink are her colors. usually wears gloves or wrist cuffs. likes printed tights/socks. likes border prints.#romeo.txt

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lilidawnonthemoon · 7 months

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sinfulxxxkisses · 1 year

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@sinfulumbra continuing from here.

“I-I wasn’t...Teasing you or a-anything!”

Her weak protests were cut short as she moaned loudly as he continued to pin her down against the towel. Her legs trembling as she weakly clung onto him as she panted loudly against his ear with soft whines and mews following after.

Thank god they were not close by the usual beach crowds, but...

“A-Ah...G-Goro, please!” The woman failed in keeping her voice down as she could feel herself squeezing him tightly. She had came already and already her second orgasm was coming much faster. He was reaching much deeper and the wet sounds were much louder as she whined his name.

Did he know she liked this position so much?

#NSFW: Lipstick on Your Collar Love Heart #sinfulumbra #Lustful Trickster: *Kiss Marks Forever* Heart

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helluvapoison · 3 months

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imagine leaving lipstick marks on lucifer

18+

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imagine harmlessly kissing his cheek before he heads out to a meeting. you pull back and laugh to yourself. lucifer looks at you dreamily but when your giggles don’t cease he gets nervous

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“yes, actually.” you sigh out a final bubble of laughter, scanning your vanity for a wipe to clean his cheek

lucifer’s breathe hitched when he peeped in the mirror. whipping around, he snatches your hands thus stopping your hunt. his eyes are wild, he’s literally bouncing with excitement

“gimme more,” he breathes

“luci, you were supposed to leave already!”

“please? pretty please with a cherry on top? one more and-and i’ll go. yeah, just one more.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you

“you, lucifer, the king of hell,” you stepped closer and closer until he stumbled back into your vanity. he completely forgot he was holding onto you. “are gonna go to a meeting covered in lipstick?”

lucifer whined, a heavy blush erupting across his face. his fingers tightened and he swallowed thickly on nothing

“covered?” he peeped

“oh you poor thing,” you hummed, “you can’t think about anything else, can you?”

you slid your leg between his and felt the answer. with a moan, lucifer’s head dropped back but you were quick to catch and cradle it. his hat fell and rolled off the vanity onto the floor. nosing his exposed neck had him trembling in anticipation

“please?” he slurred

“this isn’t responsible, ducky.” you replied, pulling his bow tie loose and adding it to the ground’s collection

“no,” lucifer agreed breathlessly

he pathetically gripped your shirt, trying desperately not to grind against your leg

“but it’s what you want?”

you were already unbuttoning his shirt with one, adept hand

“yes.”

even though lucifer knew it was coming, his body jolted when you kissed his neck. he was always so sensitive, so responsive, so good

you gifted him loving bruises that would later peak out of his collar, and in return he sang for you. his moans and whimpers were your favorite to hear and he never failed to give you what you wanted. lucifer couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your leg as you painted him in a shade that was undeniably you

after successfully transferring the lipstick onto lucifer, you retreated. gods did he whine when you did. you pulled his hair to force his gaze towards the mirror

“look how pretty you are,” you purred in his ear, gently planting a kiss there too

out of the corner of his eye, lucifer could see the collar you gave him. it damn near drove him over the edge. his dick was painfully hard, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants

“gonna go to that meeting?” you teased sweetly

lucifer shook his head like you’d asked something ludicrous, “nuh-uh.”

“good,” turning his head back to you, you presented the tube of lipstick, “i wanna get messy.”

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar headcanon #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer smut #smut

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evergone · 9 months

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Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

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