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[trailedstar]

LIPSTICK SMEARS

﹙ BOOTHILL x MALE READER﹚ petnames (babe, darling), reader not explicitly feminine just dabbles in makeup, pure fluff, references to boothill's backstory but very vague. 611 wc

꒰ you always fancied yourself a bright red lip, deciding to use your boyfriend as a way to blot off that excess makeup!

bright red lipstick twirled from an ornate golden tube, intricate details forged into its material. the candlelight danced across its surface, casting shadows that flickered and swayed like flames themselves.

as your lips parted, the smooth, waxy cylinder hovered just above them, ready to release its scarlet payload. the tip of the lipstick nudged against your lips, guiding them as you pressed forward, feeling the cool wax against your skin.

with delicate strokes, you traced the contour of your lips, blending the color seamlessly into the natural creases and curves. the soft, supple texture of the lipstick melted onto your skin, leaving a sheen that seemed to catch the candlelight.

“ah— too much.” you mumbled slightly, glancing into the mirror. the lipstick, once appearing thinly applied, now looked heavy on your lips. a pout formed, that certainly wouldn’t do.

"i think ya look fine, darlin'.. i don’ mind kissin’ ya with too much lipstick." boothill shrugged as a grin played on his lips, those razor sharp teeth never managing to look intimidating to you.

“well, if you don’t mind…” you whispered, standing up from the plush seating before the vanity as you set the golden tube down on the wooden surface.

taking the opportunity, you climbed on top of boothill, legs straddling his metal waist. calculating your next move, boothill’s eyes locked onto yours, finding heaven is those gorgeous hues. heaven wasn’t plush clouds and golden gates as far as the eye could see. it took the form of the man sitting on him, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes and lips painted bright red. your fingers tangled through his black locks as you whispered his name.

“h, hey now, lil’ gentleman…” stutters left boothill, an echo of an angel in your ears. the heaven you adored rested on your fingertips, cool metal remnants of him from the edges of his cover to the entirety of his soul.

blood buzzed in his ears, his mind awash with embarrassment as you peppered down kisses on the cold metal. red smeared across the alloy surface, lipstick staining it like a declaration of possession. your lips were like magnets, drawing him closer. his mechanical limbs shuddered under the weight of your touch, the heat from your skin feeling as if it were burning through the synthetic fibers.

“dang… yer somethin’” he muttered, still looking at the way you moved. the feel of your lips on him, so soft and warm, sent shivers through his metal frame — a reminder of what he once was. it was an odd sensation, to feel a shred of his former human self, to feel something so lifelike, he couldn't deny it. he could feel the blood pulsing through his synthetic veins, the heat of your breath on his cold, metal chest.

“you said you didn’t mind.” you hummed softly, thumb brushing against one of your kiss marks causing the waxy red to smear across the surface. grinning teasingly, you kissed another mark onto boothill.

“ya got me there, babe… i didn’t expect ya ta do… that.” metal fingers brushed the back of black hair, itching it embarrassingly.

“mm… you look good with all these.” mumbling beneath you breath, you pulled back to admire your artwork. his alloy body was littered with red lipstick marks, an elegant display of possession. your own promise to never allow your beloved to face the same pain he once did.

“maybe ya should make some more on me, darlin’” boothill’s metal fingertips brushed against your lips, the red smearing down onto your chin as he smirked.

“as my beautiful boy wishes..” you matched his smirk as you moved to continue raining more kisses.

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