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pez-and-quiet · 5 months
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popponn · 4 months
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xavier rarely wakes up before you. most of the time, you will find his eyes still closed with his arms clinging to you or around you one way or another. but, on the days when his blue eyes are the ones that greet you first thing in the morning, you will be greeted with a soft whispered ‘good morning’ spoken in his morning voice. these kinds of mornings will start slowly with a shared smile and quiet conversation about mundane, small things. it could be the cat he saw yesterday or that particularly funny part from his dream. then, it will end with his nose brushing against yours gently. sometimes it will lead to a kiss, sometimes he will simply stay there with your forehead against each other’s. sometimes, it will lead to long hours of cuddling and going back to sleep. it is after all that, he will finally start his day along with yours. though, of course, as an end note, even if he doesn’t wake up first, please do always let him begin his days with you. he will still be drowsy—like always—but in a very embarrassingly obvious manner that his expression can’t hide, he will be happy.
zayne seems to develop a habit of taking care of your clothing at some point. it is subtle enough, but it is undeniably there. he often crouches down to tie your shoes for you—without you asking, despite your protests. if you say he doesn’t have to, he will simply say that it is more effective or faster that way, or that he simply doesn’t see a reason not to. if you feel bad, you could return him by doing a favor anyway, he reasons. afterward, it will continue into him adjusting the scarf around your neck, tidying a crease on your collar, or zipping up your jacket right before the two of you go out. he too doesn’t shy from putting your lipstick or lip balm on for you. at some point, during a break day, you might find him sitting on the sofa, reading and watching tutorials about skincare or makeup. if you approach him, expect him to ask you to watch it along with him, though in through mister doctor fashion it might lead to journal and research about cosmetics that he will read to you.
rafayel loves your attention. and it shows—in a very annoying way that unfortunately has found its way to be adorable to your heart. he unabashedly wears a smug smile and keeps on mentioning how you couldn’t stay away from him whenever he spoons you. if you are the one spooning him, turns out he is not above acting like a spoiled brat who demands affection until he is sated. in a way, it is similar to having a puppy that is a fish and a lover at the same time. but beyond all his louder actions, there will always be a part of him that is softer in the way of a cozy rain and a warm blanket. it’s the part of him who will always listen to whatever you say and the part of him that will, will always have you as his ‘happy ending’ no matter what. the part of him that shows itself in the form of a smile full of yearning even when he cups your face with both of his hands. he has his secrets and his affection for you is not one of them. yet, despite everything, it still feels like he couldn’t quite manage to get all of it out for you. so, at least, when it is time for him to give you a glimpse into how much he holds you dear, do give him your undivided attention.
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Lipstick : The Guys With The Same Name
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misc-obeyme · 2 months
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(inspired by the barbatos makeup asks) imagine barbatos choosing which lipstick he should wear for the day, his choice being which lipstick he think would look best covered all over your face from his kisses
alsdfklsdfj anon how can you do this to me???
I'm so sorry. I had to write a drabble about this.
So here it is, Barbatos choosing his lipstick based on what would look best all over your face. There is making out and more is implied, but that's all. It's just a drabble but wow am I tempted to write full on smut about it lol.
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GN!MC x Barbatos
Warnings: Uh... making out, implied further activity, lipstick? Does that last one need to be listed? I dunno.
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Barbatos looks at the array of lipstick colors neatly lined up on his bathroom counter. Most of them are neutral colors, just enough to add a little something to his lips on regular days. He has a small group of other bolder colors that he keeps for special occasions.
There is no such occasion today. Not unless he counts the fact that you'll be coming over to the castle later. Something that he would not normally take into consideration. But he knows how things are likely to go and his mind won't stop flashing images of his lipstick against your skin.
Unable to stop himself, Barbatos reaches for one of his bolder colors. He applies it meticulously, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand rather than daydreaming about smearing it all over your face.
Barbatos goes through his day as he always does. He takes care of Diavolo, who mercifully doesn't comment on his butler's unusual choice of lipstick color. In fact, the only one who says anything about it at all is Asmodeus, which isn't surprising. He unleashes a little squeal before complimenting Barbatos on his choice and listing several recommendations he has for Barbatos to add to his collection.
For the most part, Barbatos is free to go about his day in peace, only allowing his mind to wander if he happens to catch his own reflection.
Before you arrive, he takes the time to touch up his face and hair, deliberately adding just a little more lipstick.
If you notice, you don't say anything. Barbatos makes you tea, but doesn't drink any himself. He doesn't want to mess up his carefully done lips by leaving marks across a teacup.
You say something about that, though. "You're not drinking any tea. Are you okay?"
Barbatos feels himself blush. "Forgive me, MC," he says. "You needn't be concerned. I simply-"
"You don't want to mess up your lipstick, huh?"
Barbatos's blush deepens. He stares at you in surprise, unable to respond at all. Was he really so obvious?
You put down your teacup and smile. "Waiting for me to mess up it for you, right?"
Barbatos is a very patient demon. He is able to remain calm and collected at all times. It seems the only thing that can cause him to act unexpectedly is this human. After spending the entire day attempting to suppress his thoughts of you, the remarks you make being so spot on breaks through the dam.
In moments, Barbatos has you pressed up against the castle wall. He presses his lips to your neck and pulls away to see the mark of his lips there against your skin. The sight of it causes heat to pool inside his gut, but he continues. He leaves a trail of lipstick along your neck and jaw until you finally catch his lips with yours.
Things get messy fast and he can taste the tang of his own lipstick when your tongue collides with his. You're gripping the back of his shirt with surprising strength and his hands on your hips squeeze hard in response.
With a gasp, Barbatos pulls away to breathe. He looks at you, slumped against the wall, mouth open, face and neck covered in that special shade he chose that morning.
Barbatos smiles fondly. "Just as I thought, this particular color compliments your complexion quite well."
Now you're the one blushing, but Barbatos isn't finished.
He tightens his hold on you even more and says quietly, "I would like to see how it looks decorating the rest of your body as well."
The next morning, Barbatos contemplates the line of lipstick colors once again. He was quite satisfied with the outcome of the previous day's choice. Your slumbering form still in his bed was a testament to that. And though he would choose one of his usual neutral colors for today, he knew that if he ever wanted to communicate to you his desires without speaking, he need only choose that same shade again.
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whumblr · 3 months
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Whump prompt #64
"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."
"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.
And he kissed them full on the mouth.
Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.
"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"
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msgexymunson · 2 years
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I got a transfer proof lipstick today and it kind of sparked something in me when I kissed my partner and it didn’t stain.
Eddie Munson would take “transfer proof” as a challenge. Maybe he was in a heavy make out session and noticed there wasn’t sticky lipstick marks on him when there should have been. He would spend hours trying to get any sort of mark because goddammit if he gets bested by a lipstick of all things.
Ahhh this is so freaking cute! This is only a small drabble, sorry for the wait! ILY 🖤
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Breaking away from the kiss, you see a string of spit connecting your lip to his. Giggling, you wipe it away.
Eddie frowns, presses a hard kiss to your mouth, pulls away, and frowns again.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Why isn't your lipstick smudging?" He holds his hand firmly to your hip, tracing circles with his thumb. You're sitting in his lap, sitting side saddle, movie playing in the background, forgotten.
"Oh, its transfer proof! See?" Taking your pointer finger, you rub it across your bottom lip and show him your clean fingertip. Your lips remain cherry red.
"Witchcraft!" Eddie exclaims, eyes wide. You giggle, used to his antics by now. Pulling you forward, he brings you in for a devastating kiss. The ground feels like its dropping out from under you, you start to feel lightheaded as he moves his mouth over yours with as much passion as he can muster. You break away for a second.
"Eddie, what are you doing?" You're panting, eyes searching his.
"C'mere." He pulls you in by the nape of your neck. "For science."
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cute-brainz · 8 months
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some various redacted doodles !!!
(I am workshopping Vincent and Milo in the last one) (between vincent and lovely SOMEONE needs to kiss the other and leave bright red lipstick marks and it's gonna be Vincent) (or both )
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moominpopzz · 1 month
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Who up.. uh. kicking their.. demons? Demoning … their kicks.. fuckin somethinf
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Messy lipstick kisses save me…
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whisperingseidkona · 2 months
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Hello beautiful souls! 🌙✨ My name is Summer, and I’ve been a practicing witch for over 12 magical years now. I’ve felt a deep connection with the earth, the cosmos, and the subtle energies that interlace our lives, and I’ve spent these years learning, growing, and embracing the incredible journey that is witchcraft.
As a Norse pagan, I draw wisdom from the old ways and find incredible power in their teachings. 🌲⚡ I’m thrilled to share this part of myself with you all.
Get ready to embark on this mystical journey with me. Expect to see witchy posts, Norse pagan wisdom, rituals, and snippets of my personal experiences. My hope is that my posts illuminate your path, inspire you, and help you to connect with the sacred within and around you.
Remember, the magic is within you, always. Let’s awaken it together. Blessed Be! 🌿🔮✨
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sewercentipede · 6 months
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can u guess what im listening to while having my 4am smoke
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soulsunpoets · 2 months
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[text: Perhaps my tears will melt away my face into something beautiful ]
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plumsliva · 4 months
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TW: blood
Tried out a new brush :3 Also don't mind the fact that I change the way I draw the Batter almost every few drawings I'm just still trying to find what will suit me best
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A thank you for all the orgasms ;)
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utdr-stimming · 2 months
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I'm not sure if you've done this cause I can't find it in the tags, but childhood themed (????) Kriselle (Kris x Noelle) stimboard?
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Kris Dreemurr x Noelle Holiday with themes of childhood!!!
I used to dislike this ship, but after a lot of thought, they're very cute together! I love that they're both doomed by the narrative, their story together is really compelling and I can't wait to see more of these guys! Hope hardcore Krisellers get more content in upcoming chapters 🙏
Also, as soon as I saw the childhood theme request, I just knew I needed this specific piece of art by @pinkalliums !!! I love the younger designs, they're so cute!!! There's another Kriselle sketch in that post so check it out! Please let me know if this is against the artist's boundaries!!!
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I am BEGGING Toby Fox to put Noelle.ogg in the game, it gets stuck in my head way more than Girl Next Door, sometimes I mistake it for her real theme
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The first time Eddie says he loves you is freshmen year when you order him a meat lover's pizza. 
He’s still asleep, sprawled out on the couch in a way you know must be uncomfortable but he slumbers on through the phone call and the door opening. Only waking once you gently shake him and set a plate on his lap. He looks around for a moment, still disoriented as he squints at the plate before slowly picking it up and then bringing the pizza to his mouth with a hum. Mumbling a “I fuckin’ love you man” with a mouthful of food as you sit down next to him. 
He says it often, after that. Each time you cover a bill, help him study, or race to the Hideout to hand him whatever equipment he had forgotten back at the trailer. 
Each time he picks you up or rents a movie is done with a dramatic frown lined by his voice huffing. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” 
But he doesn’t truly say it until senior year. 
When your friendship had become more. After shared woes of lacking romance and desire on the night of homecoming turned into wandering hands and cautious kisses with “is this okay” mumbled against skin that turned into matching hickies hidden under his hellfire t-shirt and the creaking of bed-springs in his trailer damn near every night. It turns into that black lipstick he loves so much smeared against his neck as you straddle his lap and curl your fingers in his hair. 
It isn’t until he’s snapping his hips against yours, fucking into you on a random Thursday night, so delirious on the feeling of your soft cunt gripping his cock and your lips against his that he moans out “I’m in love with you” without realizing he had said it out loud. 
It isn’t until he feels your hands twitch and you pull away to ask “wait, what did you say?” that he his heart drops. 
Tears brim in his eyes as he stutters out excuses as a rapid fire speed. 
He didn’t mean to. 
He was just kidding. 
He didn’t say anything. 
You misheard him.
Anything to save it. Save the relationship. The friendship that he spent years wishing would become more but never acted on because he’d rather you be his best friend than not in his life at all. The one he didn’t want to fuck up just because he was a lovesick fucking moron who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and now he’s scared you off for good. 
But then your hands reach out and cup his face, thumbs wiping away his wears as you lean forward until your bare chest is pressed against his and Eddie realizes then you’re crying too. 
“Say it again?” You ask him. That voice he’s laughed and sang with, pleading to him in a tone so soft and broken his heart bleeds. “Please, Eddie?” 
Eddie Munson holds you with trembling hands as he tells you he’s in love with you, and finds ecstasy when you say it back.
Now, the Freak of Hawkins does not only say he loves you. He announces it. Every day he drops you off he hollers it out of the van window with an accompanied honk of his horn, he screams it into the mic of a dingy bar with only three patrons, including yourself, watching him play with his band. He mumbles it into your ear as his hands creep up your waist in a setting entirely too public for him to be so confident in sharing this affection. He moans it against your neck at night, crying it out each time you ride his cock and each morning when you have to pull his head away from your cunt beneath the bed sheets with a wet grin before getting up to make breakfast. 
It’s his greeting, his goodbye, his melody and his battle cry. Days may come where you feel exhausted and desperate, but never do you feel unloved. 
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