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“you like the pretty boys, with the pretty voice!”

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan and luka

summary: he doesn’t just need to sing his best, he has to look his best too! producers have decided on pairing you up with him, meaning you would be spending lots of time tending to his physical appearance.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, till has never felt the touch of a woman before

↣ till

the door of his room opens, making till stand up cautiously from his bed. he was already forced into his outfit for today’s photoshoot, and now he awaited the dreadful makeup process.

you show up in the doorway, a girl around the same age as till, with a bag of items and a few electronics. “morning, till.” you say, walking in and placing your things on the desk. he visibly relaxes. “don’t you look good today.”

“shut up…” he mumbles back, walking over to you. he sits down in the chair you pull out, seating him in front of the mirror.

“okay, so i got told that you need a more bold look for the photoshoot today.” you claim, placing your hands on his shoulders, “you gonna’ let me do my work or are we gonna’ have another argument?”

“you can do whatever, i don’t even care anymore.” he groans, sick and tired of all these brand deals. his owner was running him dry with everything he was made to be doing recently. “do your magic.”

“good.” you say, opening your bag. you pick up one of the devices you brought with you, tossing it up into the air. it blossoms, opening up to show a ball of light coming from the centre. you point it towards till, getting a proper view of his face. “seems like the skincare routine i gave you is working.”

“isn’t it bad to keep putting all these things on my face?” he grumbles, feeling you grasp his chin. he averts his eyes while you inspect his face, gentle hands on his cheeks.

“not these ones.” you claim, feelings his cheeks heat up under your touch. you smile at him. “but it’s not like you really needed it anyway. the producer just said to get you on them. i thought you were already quite handsome.”

he closes his eyes, pulling back and running fingers through his hair. “anyway, what are we doing now?” he clears his throat, trying to calm down his heart.

“oh, right.” you say, taking the other device and turning it on, making a swivel stool for you to sit on. you move closer towards him, knee bumping with his. “okay, close your eyes for me, pretty boy.”

“stop it…” he mutters to you, doing as you say and leaning forward into your hands.

he’s patient with you, in a way that he isn’t with anyone else. which is why you were matched with him, he didn’t swear at you or thrash around. you made him out to be a tamed puppy, sitting as he waits for your touch. you found it cute.

you brushed your fingers against his jaw, making him itch closer to you. his hands grip the bottom of his chair, breath hitching as you dragged the brush along his face. you were delicate with him, holding his face and turning it when you needed. and he was willing to let you do whatever you needed.

“okay, that looks good.” you hum, retracting your hands. he always follows, but opens his eyes to stare at you. “let me do your lashes now. just some mascara, that’s all.”

you see the sour look on his face, making you roll your eyes. as you do your work, till sits quietly, careful not to move. you hold his jaw in your hand, focusing on your hands. but his head is running with how close you are to him. if he were to lean any closer, you would be kissing the guy…

instead, you lean back, bringing the light closer to his face. “ah, sorry, i got some on your cheek.” you huff, taking out a makeup pad.

you brush it against where you had smudged mascara on him, holding his face closer to yours. he’s entranced by your beauty. how your eyes are so focused on him and nothing else, how you smile at him after finished a part of his makeup. you were the most beautiful person to him.

he feels your knee knock against his inner thigh, making him look at you sheepishly. you were digging through your bag for the eyeliner and eyeshadow, claiming that he needed dark colours.

“i think we should go with black.” you say, holding out some palettes, “pick one, any will look good on you.”

he doesn’t even look at them for long, just picking out the one in the middle. you smile at him and nod your head, beginning the next stage. it takes a bit longer, till unable to keep still with how your legs are touching his, and your hands are tenderly holding his cheek. his brows knit unconsciously and you stop.

“till, relax. i can’t do your makeup like that.” you sigh, tilting your head, “i’m nearly done, promise.”

he tries to do so, resulting in upturned brows. your hold was too much! “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m just… i don’t know.”

“hm. it’s okay, i’ll be coming with you to the photoshoot.” you inform him, making till perk up a little. you do a few more touches before setting down the brush, inspecting your work and nodding your head. “there you go.”

he open his eyes and looks in the mirror. he looked pretty good, you were so skilled. “thank you, y/n.”

he turns back to you, seeing how you were already staring back at him. you were still so close, not wavering at all.

“you’re welcome, handsome.” you chime, grinning at him. you caress his cheek for a few seconds before beginning to pull away.

but till lurches forward, pressing his lips to yours. his eyes are squeezed shut, so overwhelmed with emotions. the electricity built up with every single touch you gave him, lingering or not. you had to have known what you were doing to him, you were so purposeful!

your hand returns to his jaw, gently holding him as you kissed back. till’s hands sit just beneath your waist, on top of your legs as he drags you closer. he needed more of your touch.

till goes from eager and rough to smooth and calm in a few seconds, slowing down and pulling away almost hesitantly. he is still in a daze, staring at your lips as you both gather your thoughts. and when he does, he widens his eyes and pulls away hastily.

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” he yelps, covering his face. he couldn’t believe himself, when did he have that much courage around you? his voice is muffled behind his hands, and his eyes are squeezed shut. “that was a mistake, please forgive me—”

you smooch his knuckles covering his mouth, a short but sweet one. he stops, freezing up at your warmth.

“it’s fine, till.” you say, grinning at him, “i liked it a lot. but i… i kind if ruined your make up a bit. let me fix it, okay?”

he drops his hand and lets you hold his face again, picking up your brush to do your touch ups. but he squeezes his eyes shut again and has to look away as soon as you’re finished. you looked even more beautiful! how could this be happening?

“till,” you say, putting your things away in your bag, “don’t be embarrassed.”

“i’m not!” he mumbles back at you, standing up, “let’s go now!”

you have to chase him down after packing away your things, seeing how red his face was. till swears he will never look you in the eye ever again.

↣ ivan

“oh, there you are.” you say, leaning against your makeup desk. the door shuts behind him, making the sound of people on the other side quiet down. “took you long enough, ivan.”

“the costumes were mixed up.” he explains, tugging at his collar to loosen it up.

you pull out the chair for him, letting ivan sit down before you set him in front of the mirror. “you know you’re not supposed to keep a girl waiting.” you joke, sitting on top of the desk and unlocking the box of makeup.

“you say that as if she isn’t obligated to wait for me.” he huffs at you, leg over his knee. he glances at your irritated face. “so what are you doing to me today?”

“clean look.” you reply, popping open the foundation.

he nods his head, watching as you take a sponge and begin to apply it on his face. you were gentle with him, slowly moving his chin to face where you needed him to face. you eyes barely strayed from him, and to say he didn’t enjoy the attention would be a lie.

one of the reason he was happy to be paired up with you was because you paid such close attention to him. when trialing to be his makeup artist, you brought him some tea to help with his throat. he asked you how you knew he liked that flavour, and you told him you saw him drink it last week. from then on, he had been stuck to you like glue.

the guy lets you do what you need to, staying as still as possible. but he opens an eye when you let out a groan. “what’s wrong?”

your fingers leave him face, almost taking all his warmth with you, as you crane your neck. “no, nothing. just hurts my neck.” you explain, hopping off the desk.

ivan blinks as you come closer to him, holding his chin in your hands to make him look up at you. you stood in between his legs, makeup brush in your other hand. ivan leans back in his chair, putting out his other leg as you come so close that his chest is nearly touching you.

“close your eyes again, okay?” you mumble out, going back to your work. you hold the back of his neck to soothe the position of his head, picking out a good colour for him. as you finish, you feel ivan’s warm hands place themselves on your waist, holding you in position. “is something wrong?”

“hm? oh, nothing.” he replies, brushing his thumb against the hem of your shirt. you shiver at the touch, hastily placing a hand on his to stop him. he opens his eyes again, seeing your flustered expression. a smile tugs at his lips. “are you alright?”

“y—yeah…” you mumble out, carefully taking your hand off his. you sigh out, trying to finish off what you needed to do. ivan is quiet, smile still on his face as you work. “okay. i’m done.”

your fingers leave his face. but you don’t get very far before he takes your hand in his. his lips press against your knuckles, gently and cautiously. you freeze up, holding your breath and staring at him. his other hand holds you in place, keeping you close to him.

he peers at you from his seat, a certain glint in his eyes. “thank you, y/n.” he mumbles against your hand.

you hold your hand close to your chest as he releases you. “what’s going on today, ivan? you’re more touchy than usual.”

“is that bad?” he asks, tilting his head.

“no, it’s not bad.” you explain, taking your brushes and putting them in the box. you could feel your face flushing, you couldn’t turn back to him. you knew he would be wearing that clueless smile. and you would be stammering for your words. “so, um… is this the only thing you’re filming today?”

“yes.” he replies, watching as you carefully put everything away. even in the mirror, you don’t look at him. “are you busy for the rest of the day?”

“no, actually. i’m heading back after this.” you say, grabbing your jacket and tugging it on. after taking a breath in, you turn to him. “i’ll tell them you’re ready.”

ivan stands up, running fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you, his hands finding your jaw. you freeze up, shivering under his touch. your lower back hits the desk, making you lay hands on the wood. he makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

“you’re gorgeous, you know.” he mumbles out, staring at you with piercing eyes.

“uh, thank you, ivan, i—hmph!”

he captures your lips in a single moment, holding onto your shoulder gently. your hands find his face again, caressing him as you slowly melt into him. your eyes flutter shut as his do, feeling overwhelmed with such warmth that you find yourself chasing after him when he pulls away.

ivan chuckles, leaning forward once more to peck you on the lips again. you open your eyes, stunned. “why did you—”

“i should go now, it’ll be starting in five minutes.” he says, checking the clock. ivan leans away, gathering himself and fixing his hair in the mirror behind you before moving to the door. he stops with his hand on the doorframe as it slides open. “i’ll see you after, okay?”

you nod your head slowly, gulping down your nerves.

“good.” he smiles, walking out of the room, “see you, y/n.”

↣ luka

“good job, luka.” you compliment him, waiting in the wings for him to come off stage. he pants, wiping sweat off his brow. you smile, holding pit a towel. “ready for makeup? full dress rehearsal today.”

“right.” he huffs out, patting his face dry. he follows you to his dressing room, feeling a little tired. “what have you been up to?”

“waiting for you.” you respond, opening the door and closing it behind him. he sighs, tiredly sitting in the makeup chair by the mirror. you blink at his state, walking over and placing a hand on his cheek. he stirs. “oh, luka… how much sleep did you get last night?”

“not much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes. you furrow your brows, retracting your hand. “it’s fine. let’s start.”

you blink at him before nodding, beginning your work. luka was probably the best one of your clients when it came to makeup, he cared a lot about his appearance, and he appreciated your work. the only difference with now is that he isn’t giving you some snarky remark or flirting with you through his eyes. he was genuinely sleepy.

“lift your head up higher, luka.” you say, taking the brush away from his face. he only hums out to you, eyes still closed. “luka.”

sighing, you step closer to him, taking his face in your hand and holding his chin up higher. he doesn’t make a sound, only leaning into your palm. “you seriously need to take a nap.”

“mhm.” he says, placing his hands on the back of your knees gently. you squirm in your spot, making him peer open an eye. “i have practice though.”

“it’s a shame.” you sigh, brushing your thumb against his cheek, “you look so pretty when you’re sleeping.”

“creep.” he mutter out.

you roll your eyes, moving the brush tip around his eyelids. he stills for a moment. “i think i overheard one of the producers saying you were losing your voice and that you’re on vocal rest.” you claim, “so shouldn’t you be keeping quiet?”

he nods his head at that after you pull away, his thumbs drawing on the sides of your legs. his blue fingers dance along your pants, listening to you move around. you were delicate with him, no matter how much trouble he caused you. the first time you did his makeup, he complained that he didn’t like it and refused to perform.

but now, he was astounded by how you carefully pat your thumb against his temple, as if soothing him.

“you’re much more bearable when you’re quiet.” you sigh, “it’s such a shame that you’ve got such a pretty voice, and you use it to be annoying.”

he furrows his brows, lifting his head away from you. his eyes open to see your smile. luka rolls his eyes at you, running fingers through his hair. you turn away to grab something from your bag, popping open the bottle and getting ready to use it.

“since you can’t talk, i’ll let you know that i was at mizi’s practice yesterday.” you explain, being careful not to smudge your work as it dries. luka lets out a small sigh. “she was telling me about how she misses homemade food. i told her that she and sua should come over to mine and i’ll make something for them.”

he peeps open an eye again, giving you a look. you raise a brow and sigh, “you said my cooking was good.”

you lift your finger from his cheek, applying the most palest pink you have on him by a loose brush. his skin was so smooth, making your job a lot easier since it wouldn’t take much to make him look presentable.

“it is.” he mumbles out, suddenly moving his arms to lay atop your hips. you sigh through your nose, annoyed at how he ignores his orders to keep quiet. “why’re you cooking for them? they don’t know how to?”

“i didn’t say that, luka.” you huff, pushing his hair off his forehead, “i actually heard from till that mizi is a great cook.”

“that boy only ever sings praises about her.” luka rolls his eyes. you chuckle, knowing he was right. the blonde hugged you closer to himself, cheek squished against your stomach. “what has she ever done to deserve it?”

“don’t be mean. so jealous, luka.” you say to him, smiling softly. he peers up at you before tilting his head.

“me? jealous of her?” he scoffs at you, shaking his head and pulling himself off of you. you were done anyway, now beginning to pack up you belongings. “that’s outrageous of you to say, y/n.”

“seems like it though.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. when you turn back around to him, luka looks upset. he crosses his arms, pout playing on his lips as he stared at the ground. you sigh, patting his shoulder, “it’s fine, you’re still the world’s favourite human singer.”

“yeah.” he huffs out, barely audible.

you furrow your brows, leaning over and placing a plan on his shoulder. “look, you’re a great singer and you’re handsome. what more could you ask for?”

he mumbles, looking back at you, “do you like me?”

“of course i do.” you reply, scanning his face. he only gives you an unconvinced look. you roll your eyes.

leaning forward to him, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. he stills for a quick second, but soon enough you feel him melt against you. his palm rests against your cheek, pulling you closer. he feels warm when you hold yourself away just enough to kiss him.

his hair has always felt silky smooth. it brushes against your forehead, kissing your skin. his whole body felt like it was pouring itself into you. he wanted to belong.

you pull away before you ruin anymore of his makeup, blinking your eyes a few times at his dazed expression. “i like you, luka.” you say sternly, looking him dead in the eye, “i’m not lying. promise.”

luka thinks to himself for a moment before sighing and standing up. he looks back at you with the tiniest smile. “thanks, y/n.”

“good. now, let’s go. i’ll watch your rehearsals.” you say, patting his back as you walk him to the door. you fix his sleeves, smoothing out the creases.

“good luck, luka.” you chime, standing on the sidelines.

he stares at you for a moment before replying, “thank you.”

[togament]

i am RATTLING the bars of my enclosure thinking about togame im so insane about him its not even funny hebrgkdlcjfslfj

i love his nose shape bc its not one i see very often on characters but like i KNOW he puts it to good use while ur riding on his face I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES 😩😩🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩😩🥵

STAAAAWP. bc that’s the exact reason why i fell for him holy shit (and the exact same dirty thought SHDJNDDNDN) how are you literally meeee? i legit paused the episode he first showed up at and ran to his wiki. i have a thing for guys with pretty, beautiful, gorgeous noses ok (and the fact that i could kinda rub up against them when i—)

"when togame’s nose fucking distracts you (same) when you’re out in public. you’re needy and he’s more than willing to provide."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : TOGAME’S NOSE OH MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDDuh, togame palming himself while he eats, swearing, fem!reader, squirting, SLURPING, togame’s a GIVER, oral (female receiving) ((good for you)), sliiiight breath control play if you hold a little magnifying glass to it, togame straight up jorking "it", and by "it", haha, well. lets just say his peanits, togame.

staring up at your boyfriend, you can’t help but admire his features. how soft his gaze always is, how he pouts slightly every time he’s deep in thought, how he hides his dimples when he laughs but they still show even at the slightest smile.

but what really gets you, what really grinds your gears, is his nose.

“let me sit on your face.”

“hm?”

“…Let. Me. sitonyourface.”

“eaaaasy, baby. what’s got you worked up all of a sudden?” he purrs.

———-

NSFW under the snippy snip. MDNI. nobody below 18 pls mua mua mua.

you’re hovering your sopping wet cunt over your lover’s face now, his hot breath kissing the insides of your thighs with both of his hands cupping your ass, giving them little squeezes to ease your descent. looking down at him, his lustful gaze never leaves your form. Watching you slowly lower yourself onto his face, he blows upwards and onto your glistening folds. you clench over nothing and he lets out a hum.

“lookin’ so pretty fer me, bunny,” he coos, not even trying to mask the absolute desperation in his voice. “all wet just from my voice alone. missed me that bad?” you nod, lowering further, further. his nose brushes against your clit and you gasp. he’s fully aware that you love his nose, how you focus on riding his face only to bump your clit onto it. gets you every single time.

the grip he has on your ass eases up as you fully seat yourself on his face, your cunt directly on his tongue. you let out a soft mewl as you feel his thumb raise the hood of your clit, exposing the more sensitive bud underneath. it’s absolutely engorged and fat now.

he’s torn between savoring the taste of you and just fucking you senselessly. he missed you as much as you missed him, after all.

that could wait, he realizes.

he’s enjoying the view above him.

his rough thumb flicks at your clit while you continue seesawing on his tongue, unbidden curses and moans escape your kiss reddened lips. you swear you could feel his tongue moving, tensing it and laying it flat for you to ride on. but then you move higher, higher.

rubbing your sensitive nub against his tall nose. his thumb holds the hood of your clit back as you help yourself to the pleasure, expertly riding his face like you often do when he gets you alone. if he could, he’d stay like this forever. eating you out, having you cum on his tongue over and over again.

you’re riding faster now, practically humping his face with your fingers tangled in his curly, jet black hair. god. he can’t take it.

he starts palming himself underneath you while you ride his face into oblivion, getting off on the fact you’re getting off on his face. plus the added restriction on his breathing is making him feel dizzy but in the best way possible.

moaning underneath you, it sends vibrations up your core. you let out a salacious moan and that further eggs him on. with one hand, he pulls his gray sweatpants down to finally pump at his cock, moaning louder into your cunt. god. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever be without dying.

your grip on his hair tightens before your breath hitches, growing more and more staggered with every moment that passes. you look down again and you meet his eyes. like he's silently telling you to cum. throwing your head back, you continue riding, and riding, and riding....

just cum.

and you do. fuck, you do. squirting down his lips, the liquid dribbles down his neck and into his hair. but god. he's holding onto your hip hard with one hand when he follows you, cumming just after you did, groaning into your pussy. you whimper, relaxing your muscles that have been taut the entire time you were chasing that high. meeting your boyfriend's eyes once more, he fucking winks at you before he maneuvers you, pinning you underneath him on the couch. he pulls you in for a much deserved cuddle, massaging your shoulders while he coos at you. "was it my nose again?" "...yes."

a/n: ehehehehe togame and his fucking nose, brother. i'm so so SO happy to know we got togame nose fuckers around too. i see you.

a/n 2: togame knows you’ve got a thing for his nose btw :)!!!!! he’s a sweet boyfriend BUT!!!!! he can be a little shit if he wants to be. uses that shit to his advantage.

[shesimsplayer]

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♡ Ocean View Cafe by @vixonspixels (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ Gallery summer house by @simsphonysims (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ The Beaufort Boil | Restaurant by @vixonspixels (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Traditional Malay house by @simsphonysims (lot size 30 x 30)

Lani St. Taz

♡ Sulani Reef Villa by @kekeyw (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ Sulani Spa and Resort by @bojanastarcevic & baelaisa (lot size 50 x 50)

♡ Sunplay Retreat by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Modern Beach House by evarotky (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ Modern Luxury House by @bojanastarcevic (lot size 40 x 30)

Tartosa Porto Luminoso

♡ Tartosa Grand Hotel by @rheya28 (lot size 50 x 50)

♡ The Abandoned Chapel (Wedding Venue) by @honeybellabuilds(lot size 20 x 20)

♡ Tartosa Wellness and Spa by @simsphonysims (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Florence Motel by @bojanastarcevic (lot size 50 x 40)

♡ Baia Dell'Amore Restaurant by @kekeyw (lot size 40 x 20)

Terra Amorosa

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♡ Mediterranean beach house by @simsphonysims (lot size 50 x 40)

♡ Via Romanza Restaurant by @simsphonysims (lot size 30 x 30)

♡ Mediterranean house by @simsphonysims (lot size 40 x 30)

Windenburg Windslar

♡ Balançoire Cottage by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ 14 Nettle Lane Mansion by @bojanastarcevic (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ The Hunting Pavilion by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 20 x 20)

♡ English Cottage by @farfallasims (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Scoop Ice Cream Parlour by @bbygyal123 (lot size 20 x 20)

♡ The Orangery Bar and Lounge by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 64 x 64)

♡ Windenburg* Museum by @simsjii (lot size 40 x 30)

The Crumbling Isle

♡ Bloom Garden & Cafe by @rheya28 (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ Solo House by @comfys (lot size 20 x 20)

♡ Driftwood Summer Home by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Widenburg Family Home by @diawhims (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Villa am Bergsee by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 64 x 64)

Olde Platz

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♡ Heritage Square Townhomes by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ The Coignet by @honeybellabuilds (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Sanctus Dominus Church by @simsjii (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ L'Avventura Restaraunt by @aashwarr (lot size 20 x 20)

♡ Classic Townhouses by @biancml (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Grace Dance Studio by @rheya28 (lot size 30 x 20)

Lykke Centre

♡ Bay Coast Tennis Club by @biancml (lot size 40 x 30)

♡ BLUSH Beauty Salon by @aashwarr (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Baroque Townhouse by @pixelplayground (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ Royal Opera House by @lizourisims (lot size 30 x 20)

♡ The Crown "Gentlemen's Club" by @rheya28 (lot size 30 x 30)

The Bluffs

♡ Mountatin Peak Retreat by @simsphonysims (lot size 30 x 30)

Map replacement by 20thcenturyplumbob

last update 12/12/2024

[chososcamgirl]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑: match my freak

#𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄

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fun facts !

ᡣ𐭩 satoru is filled with pure brainrot and often sends his friends (mainly suguru) brainrot tiktoks and tries to teach nanami the lingo

ᡣ𐭩 choso and suguru are cat people, nanami and satoru are dog people and shoko does not gaf. she just wants to smoke and just likes the coolest looking one (bonus points if it can smoke with her)

ᡣ𐭩 satoru secretly owns one of those slideshow accounts making brainrot images that slowly fade into view

ᡣ𐭩 nanami does NOT come to play and actually showed gojo how he can actually hack into his icloud and steal all his personal information. (gojo still pisses him off either way)

ᡣ𐭩 choso lowkey enjoys satoru’s brainrot bc he’s secretly on brainrot tiktok as well…

a/n: another chap will be posted after work today !! ty all so sorry it’s late i was up third wheeling on roblox…

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synopsis ; the season of sun-kissed oceans and golden-hued moments is before you! however being a broke college student is not an ideal look to have, especially at your age. desperately seeking solace from financial woes, you and your bestfriend stumble upon an unexpected opportunity - a cat cafe. crafting lattes and pampering purring patrons seems easy enough, right? that fantasy lasts about one day before reality claws in.

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[kissmeacog]

“Romance is dead” SS24 by @KissmeAcog

Collection on view and available to shop at @motifmotifmotifmotif Holidays Clothing Showcase Dec 21st

Creative dir. @kissmeacog + @sopr3tty

Photographed @sopr3tty

Styling @trialerrorsuccess @tashigxrmey + @valectron

MUA @destiny.lowe

Hair @estellamaise

Model @elianamastrogiacomo

[clownmoder]

you wake up one morning and open yt. The first video on your screen is from a well-known (cis) MUA with 6 million views titled "Hon make-up tutorial: How to make yourself look like a bricky queen"

[aladanhseo]

Mua View Youtube ở đâu Uy tín và An toàn?

[str4ngr]

Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader with "getting caught under the mistletoes!"? The reader is a manager in Blue Lock and she is in love with Sae. But she thought that Saw had no interest in her. But she is very wrong. One day there is a Christmas celebration in Blue Lock and for some reason, Sae is also there.

ⓦⓐⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ ​[ 𝚜𝚊𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 ]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓; getting caught under the mistletoe!

cw: none, fluff, mutual pining, confession, public setting, mua mua, fem! reader.

Luckily, Bachira was out-voted when it came to his idea of the party theme; ugly sweaters.

Ego was not the most emotionally relatable man, but it seems public humiliation wasn't something he would be a fan of either. The lot of you laughed together in the scarcely decorated lunch room, enjoy the no longer level-separated food.

Hundreds of people, guests and players, and yet your eyes always seemed to connect.

Low, green against the maroon of his red shirt, Sae always looked in your direction. Or maybe you were just delusional, but you felt their burning stare.

Of course, 'bowl cut' didn't loose all his cards, his ace up his sleeve dancing at an unsuspecting entrance.

Mistletoe.

You weren't very conscious of it, of course, you never really had someone to wish to stand there with — apart from the eyes that followed you — besides, you players were more than entertained by trying to force each other under it. You laughed, watching their grinning faces as the shoved and pulled, acting as though their tailored suits were not taught at the seams.

Suits were very flattering, especially on Sae. You couldn't help it, really, it was like he was making you look! He was always in your direct view, his jacket covering his seat as his vest sat snug around his waist, his sleeves rolled to reveal his forearms. Something about it was just so —

"Hey, Ms. Manager! C'mere!"

Jumping at the holler and swiveling your head, you saw Bachira waving and jumping. A laugh, a tried one, and with distracted eyes you walked over, looking away from the now empty table where pink hair once lingered.

Luckily your dress didn't drag on the floor, since Bachira would have surely stepped on it at this point. You stood beside Rin, who, shared with you expression, watched in amusement as the comedically made a soap opera before the mistletoe. It was stupid, extremely, but definitely an entertainment to the guests visiting Blue Lock.

You grinned and laughed, the strange story unfolding, your eyes not aware of the figure creeping behind you, or the one just beyond the chaotic figures of plot-arguing football players.

Hands pushed your shoulders forward, and luckily your heels weren't a tripping hazard as you stumbled to rebalance yourself, staring at growling Barou and aloof Nagi. You quickly turned to see the devilish face of golden eyes before someone began jeering,

"Oo~! Guess what the people under the mistletoe have to do~!"

You argument died in your throat as you stared up at the green eyes you've seen all evening. The boys cheered, though definitely not believing anything would happen. Neither did you. Sure, you may have a bit of a crush on him, but so what, there was no way he would feel the same! Right?

"Did they actually kiss?!"

"Are you stupid? Use your eyes, bowl-cut, they did."

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i didn't know how to end it :p someone else requested the same prompt but i can only answer one lmao

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[simplypxels]

hiking to the active volcano on mua pel'am was worth it! a breathtaking view and a lil souvenir as a keepsake.

[muaviewyoutubeuytin]

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[sichore]

Dethentines 2024

2/10 - sickeningly sweet or scintillatingly steamy

2/11 - trope battle: college AU or forced proximity

My contribution this year is some SNB era Picklejam!

80s MUA!Jimi would not exist without @supersaturnnyoomkitty's fic Single Use Plastic and @thatwritingho's fic Neighboring Jars

Thank you both so much!

“Pbbbbbt.” Pickles blows another raspberry and leans his head over the back of his chair, boneless and zooted. “Yer no fun, Jimi.”

“I’m plenty of fun,” Jimi replies in a manner that suggests she may actually be joking with him. But when Pickles cracks open an eye to look at her, a water bottle fills his vision, and he blinks at the plastic reflecting the lights of the vanity. “Drink this.” “Er… I’d prefer vodka,” he quips with a chuckle, but takes the bottle anyway. “I know, but you’re dehydrated, and foundation can only do so much to cover that up. We don’t need you passing out on the set.”

“An’ here I thought you were worried ‘bout me,” Pickles mutters, and he’s only a little bitter as he obediently twists open the cap and takes a swig of water. His eyes widen, and he ends up downing the whole bottle. “Dood! Where’d ya get this? This water is tasty as fuck!” “Because you’re dehydrated, goofy,” Jimi sighs, and he thinks he catches a hint of a smirk before she walks up to the vanity. “We got twenty minutes to get you ready.”

“Ooh, that’s like, no time at all.” “I’ll make it work.”

Firm fingers find his chin and direct Pickles’ eyes forward to gaze into Jimi’s, brown and bold behind the glint of light that flashes in the lens of her glasses. “Eyes on me.”

Jimi is so fucking pretty, even when she’s being mean. Or maybe she’s not mean, just… focused, or something. Yeah. She wipes the water from his beard with the back of her hand before she begins applying foundation. There’s a faint throb behind Pickles’ eyes, but he keeps his gaze focused on her face, frowning in concentration. “Yer gonna get a wrinkle like that.”

“What?” Ope. He didn’t think he said that out loud. “Er, because yer frownin’, ‘n’ all.”

“I’m not –” Jimi inhales through her nose, making a failed effort to relax her face. “I’m just concentrating.”

“Uh huh.” It’s fucking cute, is what it is, and a grin keeps tugging at Pickles’ mouth.

Which makes Jimi tap his cheek before returning a soft brush there, probably adding blush. “Stop that. What are you smiling so much for, anyway?”

“How can I not? Heh. The view is great.” “Look – look somewhere else!”

Oh, shit. She’s blushing. It’s a subtle thing, but he can tell with the lift of her round cheeks, the growing red tone under her brown skin. That's got Pickles laughing, squirming in his seat. He’s gotta tell Sammy and the guys about this. Or maybe not. This will be just for himself.

“Pickles, I need you to be still,” comes Jimi’s stern voice, reaching to his side for what’s probably her eyeshadow palette.

“I – I can’t,” he giggles, weed and molly and the shots from earlier just making this so funny.

His laughter stops abruptly and he freezes when Jimi suddenly sits down right in his lap, wielding her palette and brush like a sword and shield. “Close your eyes.”

He listens, sucking in a slow breath. The weight of Jimi in his lap sends a lightning storm of signals to his inebriated brain and has him sobering up fast in a good way. His hands naturally find her thighs and he thinks he feels Jimi pause, just for a moment, before she’s back to painting his eyelids.

The dressing room is quiet save for the buzz of the lights and the wild beating of his heart. He sent his assistants out a while ago, wanting some peace and quiet for once, since the interview today just asked for the frontman and lead guitarist of Snakes ‘N’ Barrels. The king, the one-man show, the guy really running shit but he can’t just say that. So he kicked everyone out so he could gather his thoughts and whatever bullshit answers he’d feed the media today.

Except for Jimi, who insisted on staying because she “wasn’t gonna let him go out lookin’ like that”, and then only had one shot with him, the party pooper. He can smell the whiskey on her breath and it’s a rich contrast to the light, earthy scent she otherwise is.

Pickles groans and Jimi shifts on his lap, sucking in a breath. He bets she can feel it. He wishes she’d scoot a little closer. “Jim…” “Open your eyes. Look up.” He looks at her first, brown eyes nearly black, and thinks of a pool he was dared to dive into deep in a forest.

Pickles keeps a vice grip on her thighs as she applies eyeliner. “We’re not going so heavy today. I don’t want you out there looking like a ghost.”

“Mmhm.”

“And the interview shouldn't take too long, so if you wanna nap afterwards, that's fine.”

“Nyuh huh.”

“But you've really gotta get better at washing this off first –”

“How ‘bout you come with me?”

“What?”

“Y'know, heh. Hehe. Fer a nap.”

Jimi finishes darkening his waterline and Pickles looks at her to find her professional countenance crumbling a little. Maybe her chest is heaving a bit beneath that sweater. It's so bulky, he doesn't know why she insists on it in this L.A. heat. She should take it off. He wants to peel it off her.

She hasn't moved off his lap so he rubs his hands up her thighs, slowly, and watches her pretty plush lips part in a gasp. A grin splits his mouth like a knife. He runs his tongue along the edge of his teeth and sees her watch the movement.

“I get the feeling you wanna do more than nap.”

“Nahhh, I'm just gonna put ya to bed we– augh.”

Jimi applies his lipstick with no warning, her wand aggressively smearing pigment onto his mouth. And before Pickles can speak, pressing his lips together, she's dabbing a sponge there.

“Wha–”

“Makin’ it smudge-proof. See?”

And then she leans forward and gives him a peck on the lips and everything in Pickles short circuits. He grabs her ass and she just hums and he feels the storm of lyrics within him. Thunderkiss, I want your lightning lips. Strike me down, baby, I'm going down.

Eh, fuck it. He'll workshop it later. He hitches Jimi further up his lap to no resistance. “That's–” His throat’s gone dry and he wants to wet it with her. “That's hardly a test.”

“No?”

Jimi leans forward, she's definitely smiling now. Her hands are empty and holding onto his shoulders and then he's kissing her for real. And Jimi kisses him back, uncertain and clumsy but it's fine, he's used to being the leading man. It's kind of like she's never really been kissed before. It's a damn shame, and it's fucking fantastic, his hand threading through her mane of hair to keep her close.

Jimi tries to speak between breaths. “You're – mmm – gonna ruin my work.”

“So make me up again,” Pickles replies, hoarse and hungry and trying to lick every bit of whiskey he can still taste on her tongue.

And Jimi whines in the sweetest way, squirming on his lap again and he thinks it's deliberate. Hopes it's deliberate. Her fingers dig into shoulders. “Pickles –”

“Five more minutes.” The stage can wait. Everything can wait. Pickles has never been one to skimp on indulgence and he's going to drink her until the last drop. “Five more minutes.”