#since eyeliner n mascara is all i cam and want to do

[haichengtual]

it's so bad i got a fucking chrome eyeliner pencil

[sowhat-whynot]

Boyfriend tag!

request: “maybe do our own version of doing his makeup like mandy did w martin?”

a/n: this request had a few ideas in one btw also this is my first lil story on here so go easy on me, queens.

bf!hamzah x fem reader

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Being a youtuber was fun cuz you got to come up with your own ideas and no one could stop you so naturally, you wanted to piss Hamzah off a bit. You had asked him to come film a ‘boyfriend tag’ video with you but there was something he didn’t know…that you’d also be doing his makeup while answering questions.

filming…

“Hi loves! Welcome back to my channel today I have someone special with me, my boyfriend” you say excitedly.

“Hi everyone! I’m so pumped to be on here” Hamzah says, pumping his fist a little.

“Why dont you tell em what we’re doing today” you say with a smirk.

“She’s gonna give me that hawk tuah on cam!!” Hamzah giggles.

“Hamzah what the hell is wrong with you” you look at him in disgust.

“I’m sorry…so, we’re doing a boyfriend tag and this is basically for y/n’s viewers to kinda get to know me since I might pop into frame from time to time and then you guys are gonna comment ‘who is that fine sexy man in the background’ and you’ll know it’s me!” Hamzah explains.

“You explained that perfectly but I have a surprise for you” Hamzah look a bit confused.

“I’m gonna make you look beautiful and do your makeup, like I’ve always wanted to!!!”

“Are you serious” He stares at the camera.

“Yes, because one day Hamzah was watching me do my makeup and asked ‘how do ya know how to do that’ and today’s your lucky day, babe. You’re gonna find out” you explain.

“You know what whatever” Hamzah gave in.

-

You face towards your boyfriend to apply foundation with a brush while asking a few questions you came up with.

“Hamzah tell the viewers you name and birthday”

“Is this a joke?” He laughed, not believing that this was the whole point of the video.

“Just answer bruh. The viewers wanna know!” You say as you blend the foundation into his skin.

“Hi i’m Hamzah and i was born on March 5th, 2002”

“Ok, next question is ‘describe your high school self in 5 words’”

“Hot, cool, goofy, got bitches” He proudly answered.

“You know what..hell yeah! Except for the last one i know you got no girls and they probably all ran away from you boi”

“Next question, y/n”

You continued on with the question and you were the happiest girl alive giving your boyfriend the makeover of his life. You smiled while applying some of your pretty pink blush on his cheeks. You two got so distracted from goofing around it made it hard to take the youtube video seriously.

“No way it takes this long to apply all of this. You girls do this everyday??” He asked, appreciating your hard work.

“Yeah but honestly it’s not about how long it takes, it’s about how gorgeous you’re gonna look at the end. Like a pretty princess”

“Oh my god” Hamzah turns his head away from you.

“Look at me Hamzah i still have more questions” your hand reaches to his chin making him look at you.

“Next question is ‘do you remember our first date’” you ask while applying press powder on his face.

“Of course I do! It was a fun picnic date and I gave you a kitty plushy as a gift and we ate yummy food and I couldn’t take my eyes off you, i still can’t, you’re just so beautiful. Even the dress you wore. It’s forever engraved in my mind” His words are so genuine it makes your heart melt.

“Aww babe that’s actually so sweet i love you” you practically look at him with heart eyes.

“Okay is the makeup almost done i wanna see”

“You ruined the moment..yeah i just gonna curl your lashes and put on a lippie”

“I don’t know what you just said but please do it fast” he impatiently said.

“Hamzah don’t move your eye im gonna curl it”

“What da hell is that tool!” He yelled.

“Bro bear with me and do as i say” you gently clamped his lashes and apply mascara on him.

You added some finishing touches: eye glitter, eyeliner, and a glossy lip. You turn to the camera and giggle a bit.

“Is it bad? Can i see y/n! Stop laughing” Hamzah said.

“Guys i think i did a beautiful job. Look at it!!! The eyes are so cute” You grabbed the camera and did a close up shot.

You prop the camera back on the tripod and grabbed a mirror to reveal the final look to him.

“Okkk now look” You handed the mirror to Hamzah.

“Holy shit y/n…i look different” he gasps as he touches the eye makeup.

“You’re giving Hamzah Charles” you laughed.

“Honestly guys she did a good job and i think i’m into boys now” he said to the camera.

“Okay i’m ending this video” you quickly say.

You did your usual outro and Hamzah just smiled while you did so. You turned your camera off and giggled at Hamzah. He gave a confused laugh, not really sure what was so funny.

“Now we’re gonna do a photo shoot” you jump in excitement.

“Are you serious!”

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Hope yall enjoyed hehehiehehe & keep requesting ideas 💕

[tatakaebomb]

or maybe a megumi or gojou smut i loved the cam girl idea maybe they are both porn stars though and they have a scene where y/n has to do something really lewd and he ends up just fucking her insane maybe they are childhood friends and they got into the industry before some fluff though

Hey I’m reposting this since it did terrible, hope this fics okay.

- ash

tw : porn lol, anal, cream pie, squirting, vouyerism, BDSM, bondage, gojo kinda creepy, fingering, oral, corruption kink and probs a lot others.

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.6k

'What do you mean we have to work together?!'

'Look at this y/n. I think it's quite obvious what I mean'

The glare of his phone in your direction made your eyes widen and eyebrows furrow. Vision focused on the words stated infront of you :

'Hey. This is Suguru geto from the adult film industry. We're hoping we can call you and y/n in for a chat soon to discuss a potential collab? We see you two are friends so we hope to see you both soon. We can get a lot of profit and business off the two of you along side benefit you both. Give it a thought, thanks - Geto.'

You felt a bit uneasy at what you were seeing, sure it's not like your not a porn star yourself and you've seen tons of dicks but...your bestfriends?

You both got into the industry together, vowing a pledge to never work together and since then you've both been thriving. Sure, you've seen him naked. But never actively...

'Y/N? Too busy thinking about what our films gonna be like hm?'

'Shutup satoru-' a nudge to his side made him laugh, he didn't actually expect you to be so worked up over this. It wouldn't be anything different to what you've both already done right.

Shuffling on the bed you bit harshly down on your thumb. It's a lot different feeling small in real life compared to on camera. You could feel the smirk risen on his lips, the way he just radiated confidence and was so good at seperating real life to work life was so bizarre to you. He was so experienced, so were you but - he was just so much better at it

'I don't know gojo...are you sure about this?'

'What do you mean? I've seen you naked plenty of times it won't be anything new' he moves towards you, arm wrapping round your shoulder tucking you towards his side.

'I know but, didn't we pledge to never...you know? Not even watch each other's videos...?'

'Oh...yeah..'

Truth be told gojo fucked himself off to almost every single one of your videos, all his self masterbation porn clips are just him imagining your tucked lips around his cock, hips thrusted into your pretty swollen mouth. Doe eyes gazing up at him, your innocent look eradicated off your face. Moans and pretty whines ripped from you.

And times like this is why he loves you, he loves how you really believed he would stick to that stupid promise. When you have a friend as beautiful as you he couldn't help but want to tear you apart. He would be a fool if you think he's ever gonna decline this offer.

'Look. Just think about the money, he did say we would make around 6 digits off this. So just think about that, besides I've already texted him. Gotta go there around 8am tomorrow'

'WHAT?! SATORU YOU LITTLE SH-'

-

There you were. Sat in dressing room, silk gown draped over your body as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Pretty red lipstick coating your lips and mascara flicked up on your eyelashes. Cheeks blushed and the black flick of the eyeliner really accentuating the colour in your eyes. Soon to be wiped by somebody you never imagined to be so intimate with.

'Just remember...this is all work...he's no different to other men...'

Gojo was no innocent bystander when it comes to videos like these, you know how infamous he is for sexy scenes, ones where he just can make women squirt and cum over just a glance to their pussys. His cock gets fucked white, creamed over by the amount of orgasms he can rip from them, until their screaming and crying, makeup streaming down their cheeks, smudged and scarred.

Knock knock

'Come in!'

The footsteps caved closer as you looked at the man behind you in the mirror, tall, dark haired man with muscles disguisable from even his oversized shirt. He was a real looker, someone you'd definitely want to work with in the future? Was he a star? Have you seen him before?

'Y/N right? I'm geto, the producer and directer, how are you?'

Great. So you get to be fucked by your bestfriend all whilst a man this good looking watches you.

A hand reaches out to grab yours, which you spin and clasp it. A small tug to his lips had you even more anxious than what you were before.

'So. Y/N I think I ought to talk to you about the script.'

'Oh the step cest scene right?'

'Right...change of plan. Are you familiar with BDSM? Shibari knots to be exact?'

Your throat went dry and blood cold, no way were they expecting bondage from you? Sure you've had much experience in it but, give you a break atleast? You seem like your about to break.

'Yes. Yes I am, why?'

'Would you be comfortable in performing a scene with that? We just thought of a change of script because we saw both yours and satoru's experiences and believe it would...well...be a hit?'

'Um...okay...well is satoru okay with it?'

'He actually suggested it.'

That little prick.

'Oka-'

'Great! Well here's the new script! See you out in ten-'

And with that he slammed the door shut and you were left alone in your thoughts, scrunched up script placed in your hands, the description of the scenes and speech shared between the two of you was just something else.

All eyes on you.

-

The rustling noises of the camera crew and the directors were behind you. Loud communication and music playing. You were stood there, walked out on set in nothing but your gown wrapped around your figure tightly. The sight of gojo talking away to a co producer made you nervous, the way he was so temperamental wasn't easing at all. In fact it made you scared for whether he's actually as good as a fucker as you thought.

'Hey y/n, how come you still got your gown on?'

'Oh erm..just...'

'You still nervous?' His large hand came to place on your shoulder, pretty blue eyes attempting to stare into yours however you could hardly look at him, doing everything you could to avoid his gaze.

'A lil...' you mumble, feeling so small underneath him.

'Cmon. You'll be fine. Now hop on here I gotta tie these ropes on you...'

Sucking in a breath you drop your robe and crawl onto the table, instantly feeling so many more eyes on you, watching you. You felt so miniature, more nervous than what you were before. Nothing you haven't done before but why does this feel so different?

Pulling your arms up he starts by looping the ropes under your body, wrapping it in and out of your waist, crossed around your legs and squeezing your tits. Knees pushed towards your chest, back arched, and ass mindlessly waved in the air.

'Does it hurt?'

'No.'

'Good' a small kiss to your shoulder made you soften before he quickly knotted your arms and there you were, helpless and vulnerable on the cold surface, all while he was still clothed in his suit and tie.

'You'll do great baby, there's a reason I wanted to do this scene with you.' And there it was, a final kiss to your cheek, your eyes connecting with his, maybe this'll be okay. You'll be fine.

-

'Ready? Action.'

You could feel his warm breath fan your neck, small pecks placed against your risen skin, head slumped on your side and hair draped around your shoulders. Long fingers moving to pinch at your grazed nipples, tweezing and tweaking at them, drawing a small squeal from your lips.

'Ah, you like that do ya hm? You really think you deserve it after how bad you been?' A harsh spank flew to hit at the flesh of your ass, gojos eyes latching onto the way it shook under his touch. Your teeth sunk into the skin of your bottom lip and eyes slammed shut. Thighs attempting to rub together under how tense you were getting. But to your luck, it failed. Pushing your ass up higher in the air, erection tugged at the material of satoru's pants, it beginning to hurt.

He's waited so long to fuck you silly, to have you drool and screaming, tight cunt ramming hard around him, incomprehensible words ripped from your small, tight body.

'Answer me then!' Harsh tug to your hair, head met back to meet his now greedy stare, agrivated, red lipstick glowing out to him as you moved so eagerly to talk.

'Ah- yes...yes I deserve it-'

'That's how you speak to your elders? What else?'

'Daddy yes I deserve it please...'

Suddenly your hair was dropped, his large hand moving to arch your back lower and play with the hole of your cunt, teasing you as you moaned out sweet noises. Immobile body trying it's hardest to fuck yourself back onto his fingers.

'Daddy hm? Didn't know such an innocent girl could speak like that. Such a slut...'

You could feel the smirk on his lips as he neared closer to your pussy, kitten licks on your clit, strong arms pushing him closer towards you, nose almost nudged inside you. He was so so close, tongue so near-

'CUT!'

Both your heads turned to meet the director. Gojo frustrated and annoyed that Geto seemed to strip the moment away from you two

'What?'

'That's not part of the script satoru.'

'Fuck off geto the scripts bullshit. Let me do my own thing, you'll get your money either way.'

A reluctant sigh made you seat your head back to where it was before, the cameras rolling once again as he got back to where he was.

Tongue quickly delved into you, your lewd noise teared apart from you, hands moving to part against your ass and grip the skin, clit puffy and teased under his taste, slick lathered under his taste, sweet bittersweet feeling running through your body at this point.

'So dirty 'f me'

A growl inside your pussy had you teared, mouth parted and nothing but sweet noises exiling from it. Coil in your stomach about to snap. He knew you'd taste good but never this good, never as sweet and pure as you was.

'Ah, fuck 'm gnna cum...' you roll off your tongue, drool from your hungry mouth smudging your lipstick slightly. The first part to gojo's plan of absolutely ruining you.

Quickly he removed himself from you, your head moving back to look at him. Small wink sent from him until he rapidly slammed inside of you, hips snapped deep into you, hitting every edge and core of your pussy.

'Ahhhh fuckkkkk...' you blabber, the restraints on your body beginning to hurt, tits gritted against the surface and ass mindlessly wavered in the air.

Grating slaps to your behind made your skin sore and red, a way of him punishing you as stated in the script. But you couldn't care about the script at this point. His Prince Albert piercing nudging your g spot, fluffy walls clammed down on him, slather built up around his cock, the way you were so tight and restrained under him gave him ecstasy, made him harder than he thought he already was.

'Your such a greedy slut, you know that right'

SLAP

'Yes I know that...'

'Huh?'

SLAP

'YES! YES DADDY I KNOW FUCK...'

He wouldn't stop slapping you until his digits move, four fingers wrapped into your throat and the others prodded at your entrance, tickling your already teased clit, gently flicking it and pushing it so hard you were about to squirt everywhere.

Your gagging and retching noises made gojo cum faster than he thought, eyes shot to the back of your head at the feeling of his warm spurts, stomach full and legs trembling, the way you squirted all over his shirt was something to make a grown man tremble, you wouldn't stop, and nor would he. He wanted to see you crying, ruined, so fucked over and pretty for him.

Mascara dripped down your face, camera closing up on your smeared makeup and sore cheeks, pretty glossed eyes staring so innocently up into the recorder, fingers shredding you apart, it was probably why you had so many viewers, your pretty, endangered features. So many people loved seeing how many times you could get fucked to pieces yet still have the same expression every single time you fucked somebody.

'Fuck. Cant wait to fuck every hole of yours...' was the last thing you heard before your ass was teared apart and torn into. You almost muttered your safe word, but from the way he was rutting so hard and fast into you, and the tightness of the knots restricting your blood flow, you decided not to. Instead screaming out his name sinfully, finally understanding why he's ranked so highly in the charts, this man was truly a sex god, he knew everywhere where to touch you and how to.

This wasn't in the script - you knew it and he knew it, none of what he was saying or doing was listed, bur nobody was stopping it, instead everyone was too intrigued on the way you sucked him in, the way your skin shook with every rut, your tears and your broken moans so encapturing, your ass so perfectly carved for his huge cock bouncing in your skin. Even if you roared out your safe word gojo didn't know if he could stop, not at this point.

'Fuckkk..' he could make out your babbling from the vibrations shot into his body, exaggerated whines turned more realistic, another orgasm coming closer and closer.

'Your gonna cum arent ya?'

'Yess daddy 'm gonna cum, gonna cum so hard...'

Then you felt it, he didn't even have to touch your cunt this time and you were creaming, soft white liquid oozing out of your hole, gojos long fingers not missing the chance to dip inbetween there and lick up all the liquid, bittersweet taste latched onto his tongue as he kept raw dogging you. He wouldn't stop till you were brain dead and fucked stupid.

-

Geto hadn't been happier than you guys went off script, the way at the end you squirted almost a meter off shot was insane, your makeup wiped off and red indents on your body carved there.

Sitting on the couch you listened to people talk about the way you took him in so well, how you definitely need to collab another time or how they can't wait to go home and watch it all over again. You were too tired to care, your bestfriend was nothing more than a freak, a real demon that'll probably never having you feeling the same again.

'Y/n? You good?' Gojo spoke, seating next to you, arm tugging you close to his touch.

'Yeah. Now I finally know why your top of the charts...'

A laugh roared from him, tickling the side of your waist slightly as you began to giggle too.

'Ah, what can I say. Gotta give it to ya though, one of the best people I've ever fucked.'

'Your so sweet...'

'So how about we go back to mine and I'll run ya a bath hm?'

'Sounds good satoru.'

In reality the only reason he wanted to do that was to see how far he could get with you, to see whether you really could become his personal sex slave and fuck him whenever he wants or needs to. But you didn't have to know that...not yet.

[lovely-bangtan7]

Fanmeeting pt1

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1762

Requested by @theelvensketches​

Plot: You meet Jimin at a Fanmeet and he starts to take interest in you.

A/n: This was actually supposed to be a OneShot, which was requested, but I decided to make 2  (maybe 3) parts! I hope you enjoy it!

Today is the day. I am finally going to meet my favourite group BTS at one of their fan meeting. I have been waiting for this day since ages and today I am able to see my all time Bias Park Jimin in person. I feel a bit giddy with excitement, not able to wait for it, as the hours, this morning feel like they were going to last for days and weeks.

It's 11 p.m and I have still 6 hours left. A lot of time to get ready for the Fanmeeting. I need to be extra beautiful for today, to make a good impression for my idol and that's why I have been planning my outfit and makeup for weeks. I decided for a grey skater skirt, a white top, a bleck leather jacket and white Adidas shoes. For my makeup, i decided to keep it simple with some foundation, mascara and some eyeliner and I style my hair in some loose curls.

As I make my way to the fanmeet, I receive a phone call, which I answer immediately.

„Hello?! Girl, where are you? I am already here and I hope that you are almost here as well?!“ My best friend (Y/B/F/N) yells into the phone due to the loud noise at the place where we are supposed to meet. This girl is always earlier than supposed time, to make sure that she won't run late. Or she just couldn't stand to wait any longer. „I am on my way! Don't worry, I will be there in 20!“ I yell back into the phone, to make sure that she will hear what I am saying.

„You better hurry and are in less than 20 Minutes here! I am all alone between crazy fangirls. I feel lonely! HURRY!“ And with that, she hung up. Being there in less than 20 minutes? Sure, I will just ask the Busdriver to skip some bus stops, if I explain to him that I want to meet some idol teens, he will surely understand.

There is 1 hour and 15 Minutes to go, only this one hour and a few minutes of waiting, separates me from meeting BTS. The excitement in my stomach grows from time to time. I really want this hour to go by quick, but the time doesn't want to pass by as quick as I wish to. The 20 minute bus ride proceeds smoothly. I listen to some BTS' music as I stare out of the window. The weather is perfect for a fan meeting. It is a warm early summer day, the sun is shining brightly through the leaves of the trees which are standing next to the street. The bus is filled with a lot of people, most of them are Armys, BTS' fans. All of them are also heading to the fan meeting with BTS. They are talking abut their biases and favourite songs. The girls and boys here are bonding and creating new friendships. That's what I love the most about being in a fandom. People who have been strangers to each other are becoming friends because they share the same passion.

Just as I arrived at my aim bus stop, which is right next to the hall, I can already see all the fans gathering together. Peoples are standing outside waiting to go into the hall. A big queue has been created. I walk around the place to find (Y/B/F/N) in the big group of fangirls and fanboys. I knew that a lot of people would come today, but I didn't expect that this amount of fans would come here, this makes it really hard to find my friend. There are so many people, roughly who are running around, trying to squeeze themselves into the queue, probably trying to find their group or so, here and there are fans who start randomly screaming, catching the attention of some others.

I am still trying to find my friend „God...where is this girl?“ I told myself. I should have asked where she is waiting for me, it would be a lot easier to find her. After 10 minutes I have found her. She is standing in the queue being squeezed by many girls. (Y/B/F/N) is wearing some black hot pants with a rose crop top and her (Y/B/H/C) hair tied up in a high ponytail. I walk up to her screaming her name to get her attention! „You took way to long, young girl!“ she scolds me instead of greeting me. „It's hard to find your ugly ass in the mass of hundreds of people. You should have told me where you are waiting for me, stupid butt.“

Together we stand in the crowded queue, being shoved by the people waiting as well. It's a mess. I feel relieved when we are allowed to enter the main hall. (Y/B/F/N) and I got good places near the stage since we run for our lives to get them. Now only a few minutes are left and then I am going to see Jimin. My stomach is almost exploding through the excitement and then the lights turn slowly off and the boys come out on the stage. The fans start screaming and cheering for the boys. Without thinking I also start screaming for them  „Park Jimin! Saranghae!“. (Y/B/F/N) starts laughing at me and also cheers for Jin. For a moment I forgot myself and start jumping, continuing to scream for Jimin. Suddenly the crowd goes silent as the boys want to introduce themselves one by one, but I had to scream again, catching their attention. „Christian ChimChim!“ Everyone in the hall starts laughing and Jim stares into my direction and sends a finger heart. But I don't think that he actually knows that I have screamed, so he must have shot his heart blindly into my direction.

After introducing themselves, we fans are allowed to up on the stage and talk with the boys. I watch them as they integrate with their fans, doing cute poses for them and also waving for and who are filming them and doing aegyo from time to time. The boys also goof around with each other and the presents they get from their fans. But i keep my attention at Jimin who is doing a cute v-pose for a girls fan cam. I try to make a picture of him with my phone as he turns to my side and winks cutely. I start to squeal and my face turns red. I turn around to (Y/B/F/N) who grins at me with a bright face. Both of us start to fangirl over this little moment. I can't actually believe what has happened. This is surely on of the best day of my life. I catch Jimin a few times peeking over my direction and quickly turning his attention back to the fan in front of him. He might do this out of reflex, since idols always scan the crowd, sending hearts and waving the fans.

15 Minutes have passed until it is our turn to go to the boys' table. I take out my You Never Walk Alone album out, asking the boys to sign it for me. The first one of them is J-Hope. He greets me with his signature sunshine smile and asks me how I am. After meeting him the order continues with RapMonster, V, Jungkook, Jin, Suga and lastly Jimin. Every one of them greets me kindly and I got the chance to speak with them for a short time. We exchanged handshakes and a few high fives, before I meet Jimin. As I said my goodbye to Suga I move towards Jimin, who recognises me from earlier and mocks me with a high pitched voice „Christian ChimChim!“. Both of us start laughing. I try to hide my now red face with my hands as I try to say something. „I am sorry,“ I say giggly. „Ah, no! It's okay, it was really cute!“ He takes my hands so he can see my face. „Don't hide your beautiful face.“ he coos at me. I am trying to hold myself back or else I will end up screaming into his face. To distract myself, I show him the album and ask him if he could sign it for me, which he kindly does. He signs the album with his name and adds a little heart next to it. As a goodbye, he takes my hands once again and squeezes them and looks me into my eyes. „See you soon, yeobo!“ He says and I move away from him waving goodbye. That's it. I just met him and now it's over. I am happy, but also somehow sad. I waited for this moment for days and it has only lasted for a few seconds. I turn around to see him with another fan, but he turns his face to me and waves me.

After the end of the Fanmeet, I walk out of the hall with (Y/B/F/N), listening about the things Jin has told her. I study her face, right now she looks like the happiest girl on the earth. I can understand. Meeting your bias is the best feeling. In this little moment, you feel so many emotions. Joy, love, and euphoria. You want to jump around of excitement and you would like to hug your favourite person and never let them go. It's a moment you keep treasured deep in your heart.

The two of us walk out on the evening of this warm day. I take out my signed Album and view it, as i notice a small paper tucked between the pages of the photos in the album. Someone has put a small note into my album unnoticed. It says to meet the person at 9 p.m at the back of the hall building. I stop abruptly, not paying attention to my friend anymore who turns around and asks me if something has happened? „Everything okay with you? Have you forgotten something? Do you hear me?!“ I do hear her, but as I check the time, I realise that the anonymous person wants to meet me all ready in 10 minutes. I turn around, ignoring my friend and start running back to the building where the fan meet was held.

Who wants to meet me?