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angelbambifemme · 7 months ago

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makeup routine? (If you have one)

OHH yes, this is so fun!

My makeup takes a lot of inspiration from the 1940s-50s and some of those old, romantic Victorian paintings. I like my makeup natural but still glamorous.

I always start with splashing my face with warm water first, pat dry with a towel (do NOT scrub!) then use moisturizer. (This step is always very important!)

Then I apply Hydro Grip Primer for my face and eyelids, gently rub into skin, then pat down your face with your hands to really soak in the primer. Primer helps to make your makeup glide on smoother and make it last longer. It also makes your skin appear smoother!

I take a light brown eyeshadow and apply it into the creases of my eyelids. This helps to give your eyes a bigger look to them! Then I'll take just a *slightly* darker color to the previous one and apply it into the creases of my eyelid at the outer corners of the eye. Don't go into the inner corner! This gives your eyes a sunken appearance. Of course, you can switch this up in any way to match the structure of your face and eyes. If it helps, my face is oval-shaped and I have high set cheekbones and slightly upturned eyes.

After this, I take a light shimmery shade that's either the color of my skin, or a slightly off white color. I apply this to the center of my eyelids to make my eyes look brighter and more awake. Then I'll take the light brown color that I started with and go back into the creases of my eyes to sort of even out that shading and give it more blur. Only use a little bit; you don't want to completely shade out that darker color that you used on the outer corners earlier!

Then after the eyeshadow is finished, I take a light brown gel eyeliner and carefully draw a line on the center at the base of my lashes. (You can also use black! Preferably a gel liner because liquid liner is just a bit too bold for this look.) You don't want to go into the inner corner, and definitely not too much into the outer corner. This makes your eyes appear more awake.

I use this makeup tutorial as inspiration for my eye look. Of course, some of it is definitely modified to my liking.

Then after this, I'll use a slightly slanted brush and then gently blend out that line so that it's not too bold. Then I'll use the eyeliner at the bottom of my eyes just under my bottom lashes, draw three little dots. All spaced out just a little! Then I'll go back in with that slanted brush and blend it; making sure it's just subtle and kind of barely there looking. Then I'll draw a very small wing extending from the outer corner of my eye. I'm not a fan of the big/bold graphic wing looks. I like the wing to be very small and natural.

After this I'll take my light brown gel liner again (use whatever matches your hair color; I use the brown gel liner because I'm ginger and it matches my brownish-orangeish hair color)

Then I apply it to my eyebrows in a very subtle manner. I don't like my eyebrows too dark. You don't have to use the eyeliner by the way, you can also use your eyebrow pencil if you want! I like to keep my eyebrows on the thinner side, as thicker eyebrows aren't really my style. If it helps, I take inspiration from the 1960s model Dame Lesley Lawson - AKA Twiggy, when doing my brows. I keep them very light and thin.

The only difference is that I usually don't angle the tail ends *too* high. I'm not Marilyn Monroe, even if I wish I was.

After the brows are done, I use an eyeshadow that is the same color as my skin and apply it on the brow bone under my eyebrow.

It give your eyebrows that lifted look, and also makes your eyes appear bigger.

And now it's mascara time! I usually use black mascara because I like my eyes to pop! Apply generously to your top lashes (especially focusing on those outer corners) and then sparingly to your bottom lashes. Note: I don't usually wear fake lashes, but those are fine and welcome if you want to.

Now, I don't usually use foundation at all because my skin is good enough to where I feel I don't need it, but sometimes I like to mix stuff up! I like to apply a very small amount because I don't like to cake on foundation.

I like my skin to have that nice, natural smooth look. I always wet my makeup sponge with warm water and dab some foundation on a piece of toilet paper. You can also use the back of your hand!

Then I will dab the sponge gently onto my forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and neck. You don't want your color of your face to contrast with the skin on your neck and chest. Make sure to blend it out nicely. Then I use "Dew You Boo" setting spray and spray my face and neck a few times. I don't use setting powder because I'm not a fan of the matte look. I like my skin to have that natural dewy glow to it.

Then I go in with a light dusty reddish-pink powder blush and rub it from my temple to my cheekbones, the tip of my nose, and chin. Then I use a shimmery highlighter from my eyeshadow palette and use my finger to rub it on my cheek bones, the inner corners of my eye, the bridge of my nose, and the tip of my nose to give my skin a shimmery and glowy look.

Last but not least, lipstick! My favorite shade to use is Revlon's Rum Raisin. I don't like to apply it very heavy. I just use one small swipe and then rub my lips together. Lipgloss is optional. <3

Ta-da! You're finished!

PS: Sorry if this was unnecessarily long and complicated. OTL I'm bad at explaining my process with my makeup honestly. ;u;

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granma-sweetie · 2 years ago

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ok here is how i do the mozart eye makeup(tm) @graciecreates

the first thing you will need is. your eyes and the skin around them. probably your whole face actually

that is something i have!

i like to start with eyeliner

usually i do the eyeliner on both eyes on the bottom and then go to the top

i was going to say step 2 or something but i forgot i wasn’t numbering these. anyway struggle for 19 years trying to make it symmetrical (/j it doesn’t have to be perfect. in fact you don’t want it to be perfect cause that’s boring!!!)

no such thing as too much!!! that’s not true. but like he wears a Lot of eyeliner so if you think it’s too much it’s probably fine!!!

next thing i like to do is eyeshadow!! i use unspecified brand of eyeshadow that i Most Definitely Payed Money For, and my brush that i use is Paintbrush That Belongs To My Sister

i try to like. blend it into the eyeliner kinda? like going darkest closest to the eyeliner and slowly doing less and less you’re an artist you know how gradients work

now the fun part!!!! the gold!!!!! sparkles!!!! it doesn’t have to be gold but that’s the only Sparkly i have so. so i use gold

this is what i use, it’s liquid eyeshadow that i also most definitely payed for. i would never steal from a corporation nor would i encourage such behavior. winky face

also i use this paintbrush which i also. is my sister’s

first i go on the inner corner of my upper eyelid

and then i add some along the bottom for funsies!!

this is the part where you can pretty much do whatever ndjsj have fun!

okay yayay you're done now!!!! congrats!!! you're mozart!!!

yippee!!

ps here are some references i use/pictures mikele where you can see his makeup pretty clearly

as you can see. he often adds extra fun little htings idk how to describe them but. you can see them like the eyeliner thingies. they can be fun to do sometimes!! but i am tired. so

the end!! i hope you liked it and i hope it was helpful!!!

#i really hoep this is good nbdhjk #mor

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yoichichi · 4 years ago

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Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

warning(s): none

a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)

characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner

Mikasa

Your eyelids

Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((

Armin

Your cheek

It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.

Levi

Your hands

He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3

Hange

Your forehead

They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3

Eren

Your neck

Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.

Connie

The top of your head

It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.

Sasha

Your lips

It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.

Jean

Your shoulders

He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!

Zeke

Your thighs

It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Reiner

Your back

Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.

this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)

requests are open

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banananutsmuthie · 3 years ago

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YouWeMe Part 1: The Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo

Idol(s): Yoojung [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 3.9k+ words

A/N: So Weki Meki just announced their comeback, which makes this the perfect time to release this piece that I wrote way back in August. And so it begins: part 1 of the YouWeMe series. I promise the picture above is Yoojung and not Jo Yuri. And if you have no idea who Yoojung is, get on this bus and let me tell you about Yuri's doppelgänger, the girl with the butterfly tattoo.

The moon is doing its best to grab the attention of anyone still out on the streets. It’s useless. Even at this late hour, the city lights of Seoul continue to drown out the night sky, making the moon an afterthought on a hot and humid summer night.

The streets are almost unrecognizable without any cars or people. The quiet that cuts through the desolation is quite eerie, if not oddly satisfying. Your tapping foot is the only sound that can be heard for blocks, replacing the usual hustle and bustle of the never-ending concrete jungle. This isn’t the Seoul you’re used to.

Closed eyes are the only way to escape the summer heat, if only temporarily. The vision of lying in a bathtub under running cold water fills your imagination. Yet, it couldn’t replace the harsh reality of sitting alone at a bus stop, hunched over as your loosened tie dangles from your sweat-soaked collar after another late night at work. The respite is interrupted by the slight hum of the bus’ engine as it turns the corner and makes its way toward you.

The bus door opens, greeting you with a rush of refreshingly cold air that gently grazes your tired face. The driver, an older gentleman who looks as ready for a good night’s sleep as you, greets you nonchalantly as you pay the fare and make your way toward the aisle.

As expected, the bus is empty, save for a woman near the back in a sheer sleeveless white blouse, bobbing her head along to whatever she’s listening to on her oversized ivory headphones. She’s too busy to notice you, instead gazing down as she scribbles in her notebook. Even behind the brunette bangs and white KN95 mask that obscures most of her face, she looks strangely familiar. It's best not to dwell on it when sleep is just a seat away. Weary legs give in when the bus starts again. The seat three rows in front of the woman is as good a seat as any to sit down on and succumb to your heavy eyelids.

Your short nap is short-lived. Interrupted by a strange sensation, you open your eyes and feel your phone vibrating against your inner thigh, the brightness of your screen piercing through the thin material of your gray slacks—just another spam message.

As you look down at your phone, you see a blue marker rolling from beneath your seat, traveling across the floor before eventually stopping at the heel of your left shoe. It’s the woman’s marker. The sound of her shuffling feet draws closer. A sense of worry glints in her eyes.

“I'm so sorry to bother you. That's my pen,” she says, her headphones now wrapped around her neck.

As you hold out your hand to offer her marker back, you can’t help but notice finer details about her that you didn’t catch initially. She’s much shorter than you thought she’d be, probably not much taller than 5 feet (152 cm). Despite that, her body is perfectly proportioned to her small stature—tight and toned in all the right places. The pair of faint mint cotton shorts hugging her legs rides up her crotch, showing off her delicious and supple thighs that hint at a camel toe beneath. Small random tattoos scatter across her body. You couldn’t make them out before from afar, but now that she’s standing in front of you, they’re hard to miss.

She bows slightly to you and takes her marker from your outstretched hand. Suddenly, a booming voice from the front of the bus startles both of you.

“ALL PASSENGERS, PLEASE BE SEATED WHILE THE BUS IS IN MOTION. THANK YOU.”

Through the rear view mirror, you make eye contact with the weary bus driver who’s angrily motioning the young woman to sit down. Not having any time to move back to her seat lest she get reprimanded again, she hurriedly takes the seat next to you.

She starts to doodle again in her red notebook, hoping to avoid an awkward conversation with the stranger sitting right next to her on an otherwise empty bus. The would-be Picasso buries her head into the pages of her notebook out of embarrassment. It’s the perfect time to scrutinize her discreetly to find any clue to who she is.

The summer heat has not done any favors for her sweaty body. Or perhaps she just finished up at the gym and didn’t have time for a shower. Her hair is ever-so frazzled, her slightly wet bangs clinging onto her forehead like a rock climber hanging desperately onto a cliff face. Her thighs glisten under the harsh white light emanating from above, but the thing that stands out most is the beads of sweat still percolating from her drenched neck. Her blouse droops down a little from the neckline, enough to see the drops of sweat dripping down her chest and collecting at the top of her small but perky tits.

Yet, she actually smells pretty good. Her perfume subtly masks any odors her body might’ve exuded, instead delighting your nose in a mixture of mango, coconut, and cherry blossom. She’s a tropical garden at the onset of spring, an oasis that could quench your insatiable sexual thirst if only she’d let you. It crosses your mind, but it still drives you crazy that you’ve seen her somewhere before but don’t know who she is.

Staggered glances out the window opposite your view of her is the only way to mask the reckless gawking. The empty streets of Seoul pass by like a treadmill belt. It's soothing, but your gaze always returns to the woman sitting next to you, covered in her own sweat as if she herself had just gotten off a treadmill.

Minutes pass with no progress. Three. Then five. Seven. Ten minutes now. Her drawing finally starts to take form: eight stick figures atop a stage fill the page as musical notes hover above them. You hadn’t thought anything of the butterfly tattoo on her inner right wrist before, but then everything clicks and you finally realize who this woman is.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Weki. Meki. Choi. Yoo. Jung.

“Could it be?” you wonder. “No, absolutely no way. She wouldn’t be alone by herself this late at night. Where’s her manager? Why would she be riding a bus? Doesn’t Fantagio have drivers for them to get around? Seems like such a huge security risk. There’s no way that’s her.”

But all the signs point to the contrary despite trying to reason there’s no way she’d be here. Alone. On a bus. In the middle of the night. Next to you. Your jaw drops in awe behind your own face mask and your eyes fixate a little too long on her this time.

She finally notices you ogling her and says her first words to you in nearly 15 minutes: “Excuse me, can I help you?”

You freeze. Seconds silently pass by, though it feels like an eternity as you struggle to hunt for words. Think of something witty to say. Or maybe something to confirm her identity. Anything to stop this awkward silence. Then one word prematurely leaves your lips: “Oopsy.”

“I’m sorry?” she asks with her eyebrow raised in confusion.

That pause and hesitancy gives you just enough time to say what you want to say.

“Oopsy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just that... your eyes Dazzle Dazzle and you just seem so Cool. I’m hoping you’re not Picky Picky, because I think I might have a Crush on you and I’d really love to have a conversation where we can Tiki-Taka little more about it.”

And then, silence.

Surely, it isn’t that bad of a pickup line. Her blank stare makes you second-guess yourself. Maybe you should’ve just stuck with asking her if she’s Choi Yoojung from Weki Meki.

Dying from first-hand embarrassment seems like a viable option right about now. But then she lets out a patented Yoojung laugh, one that’s equal parts playful and flirty. Suddenly, everything is right in the world. She nudges you innocently on your arm, the follow-through causing her to lean into you. Her face mask hides her smile, but her eyes suddenly form into the shape of happy crescent moons that give away her elation. She finally collects herself enough to say something.

“That’s gotta be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard,” she says as her hand gently grazes your arm, “but it’s nice to finally get to meet Ki-Ling. We haven’t been able to meet with our fans in a very long time.”

Words start to form more easily. You start asking her all the questions you’ve had running in your mind for the last five minutes.

“Our managers don’t work this late. That’s why I’m here taking the bus instead. We’re preparing for a comeback next month. I just came from practice learning the new choreography. We’re doing a more sexy and mature concept and it’s an intense workout.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ll have to show me the new choreography!”

Behind that innocent face on that small, tight body of hers, her eyes become cryptically sinister.

“Before the night’s over, I’ll definitely give you a taste of the new choreography,” she teases, her eyes slowly reverting back to crescents.

You’re unsure how to interpret that, but you’re excited nonetheless to be one of the first people to see the new choreography.

Satisfying all your questions, answers turn into conversation until there’s nothing left to talk about. Eventually, Yoojung takes out her notebook again and starts doodling. An outline of a cat takes shape. Yoojung fills in the eyes and nose before finishing it off with whiskers.

“That’s a cute pussy,” you quip.

Her eyes dart back up at you.

“What’d you say?”

You fumble your words a little bit, “I—I meant that’s a cute... cat?”

You can feel your face becoming flush and your ears burning from the embarrassment. You turn away to face the window, hoping that she’ll just ignore you for the rest of the bus ride. But just as you’re about to close your eyes to catch up on the sleep that eluded you earlier, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Is this a cute pussy?”

You turn back toward her. The little red notebook that was on her lap is now lying on the seat across the aisle. Instead, Yoojung’s faint mint shorts are now pulled down toward her knees, her legs slightly parted and exposing matching see-through lace panties. Underneath her underwear where her still-glistening thighs meet, you make out a faint outline of her juicy, wet lips as she seductively creeps her left hand ever so slowly towards her crotch. She leans her head back and lets out a barely audible moan through her face mask as she rubs her clit in a slow, clockwise motion. With her back arched and her chest popped out, it’s only then you realize she’s been braless this whole time. The combination of her pleasuring herself and the frigid A/C beating down on her poor, sweaty body causes her nipples to visibly protrude from her blouse, becoming almost hard enough to cut through her top.

She repeats herself again, this time a little more slowly to help you grasp the unfolding invitation.

“Is this. A cute. Pussy?”

You’re not sure what to say. Your heartbeat quickens at the sight of Yoojung pleasuring herself. Blood starts to rush to your cock as a visible outline of it in your pants starts to grow. Your eyes go from focusing on her tight little pussy to her perky shapely breasts before finally settling on the bus driver’s rear view mirror ahead; the last thing you need is for the driver to kick you off the last bus of the night, especially so far from home.

Yoojung craves attention. It's why she became an idol. So she's a little disappointed that there's no eyes staring at her for her solo show. She takes her right hand and lightly grasps your chin, redirecting your eyes to her half-naked body. She assures, “Don’t worry about him, he’s too focused on the road. He won’t notice us fooling around back here.”

Yoojung continues, “Here. Your turn.”

She pulls her own hand out of her soaked lingerie and gently shimmies her remaining undergarment to her knees, her “cute” pussy now on full display just begging to be fucked. Yoojung lets out a giggle as she grabs your left hand and guides it toward her pre-beaten meaty lips.

“Nice and slow,” she says, her own hand still navigating you on how she wants to be pleasured, repeating the same motions she performed on herself. You feel her heat and sweat against your fingers as she demands you pay special attention to her clit. Eventually, she allows you to go a little faster before finally letting you take full control of her pleasure as she finally lets go of your hand. With nothing for her hands to do now, she reaches under her blouse, gently caressing her upstairs while you work on her downstairs. You knock on her front door with fervor, hoping that she’ll finally invite you in to see her pink walls. Yoojung, the ever gracious host, gives you a knowing nod to let you know it’s finally okay to enter.

A quick glance over to the driver makes you realize he’s completely oblivious to the dirty shenanigans going on under his watch. The sinful lust finally takes over you as you spread Yoojung’s petite lips, testing out the waters by slowly inserting just the tip of your middle and ring fingers into her. You look towards her to make sure this is okay—her puppy-eyed expression only begs for more as her head tilts back even further.

With nothing now holding you back, you quicken the pace, repeatedly sliding your two fingers in and out of her. Her pussy tightens around your fingers as her heartbeat and breath quicken. You notice her chest heavily moving up and down while her tiny tits bounce freely under her blouse in synchronized motion.

Before long, Yoojung's entire body convulses. Her legs close and clamp down on your hand between her sweaty, creamy thighs, not allowing the fingers already in her to escape until she's fully satisfied. Her body trembles in ecstasy as she finally reaches climax, her hands desperately grasping to the seat in front of her for support.

She mutters under her breath, “Oh God.” Her voice trembles as if she had an ice cube sliding down her back.

After a while, her body becomes loose and relaxed. Her legs finally part as she slumps into her seat. She lets out a low and long moan of satisfaction which eventually transitions to a Yoojung giggle of giddiness. You proudly pull your fingers out as she comes down from her orgasm. Underneath her pretty pink pussy, Yoojung’s forbidden juices start to form a puddle on the seat, some of it dribbling down towards the edge and splashing on the floor below—there's a lot of it everywhere.

Noticing you looking at the slick that covers your fingers, Yoojung’s ears perk up a little, seemingly as if she has an idea. With her left hand, still wet and sweaty from her earlier solo performance, she pulls down your mask toward your chin. In the process, she unintentionally wipes her fluids all over your mask, rendering it useless. Yoojung grabs your hand and before you can stop her, she sticks the fingers you used to pleasure her into your own mouth, laughing as she feeds you like a baby being given milk.

“How do I taste?” she asks, a look of proud and playful enthusiasm taking over her face.

There’s no use in fighting your new job as a food critic. You suck and swallow your forced meal, trying to savor every last drop of Yoojung on your tongue. It's an interesting mix of her salty sweat and juices, combined with the sweet tang of her tropical perfume. You honestly wouldn’t have been mad if she made you go down on her and lick her clean.

Before you can give your review, a look of concern grows over Yoojung’s face as she stares out the window into the dark abyss of the muggy night. Confused, you ask her what’s wrong. It isn’t long before her stop. She pulls your pants down to your ankles, revealing the already-erect cock you’ve been saving for Yoojung up to this point. Her eyes widen as her body lets out a tiny high-pitch squeal of excitement; she's never seen one this big before.

You think she's kidding until you realize just how tiny Yoojung really is. Her small hands made way to your throbbing shaft. Even with both hands on it, she still can’t manage to grab the entire length as your excited cock stares back at her.

Yoojung leans into your ear as she whispers in a low, hushed tone: “Let’s get crazy.”

She starts slowly stroking you with both hands. You wince in anticipation, wondering if she’ll finally let you stick it in her already-wet pussy. Her hands quicken in pace but she stops abruptly. You gently squeeze her thigh as you stare at her in confusion, begging her to continue. To go this far without penetrating her with your cock would be a tragedy. Yoojung lets go of you and stands up. Her soaked shorts and panties drop to her ankles, mopping the wet floor and collecting even more of her slick.

“Remember I said I’d show you the new choreography before the night was over?”

You nearly forget about the comeback, but now you excitedly wait in anticipation for the private show that Yoojung promised. She slides over towards the window, her sweaty but undeniably adorable ass now hovering in front of your face, her entrance just mere inches from the tip of your cock.

“And remember how I said it was a sexy and mature concept?”

You gulp at the thought of what could happen next, your cock now begging to be engulfed by her warm, wet walls. She pushes the red button on the wall, signifying to the still-oblivious bus driver to let her off at the next stop.

“Well, look. I’m getting off at the next stop. I’ll let you get off before then.” She winks at you.

“Holy shit,” you think, “not only is this girl fucking nasty, she’s got a brain to boot,” hitting you with that double entendre harder than a Hulk Smash. She grabs hold of the seat in front of her with clenched fists, readying herself for the world premiere of Weki Meki's new choreography.

“First, you gotta drop it low,” she says, lowering herself onto you as she fiercely jams her pussy onto your cock. You’re somewhat surprised as she manages to fit the whole thing on her first go. But then again, she's already warmed up; nothing should surprise you about her at this point.

As Yoojung finally lets you enter her, you let out a quivering moan. The remnants of her warm pussy juice drip down your shaft and onto your thighs. You quickly hug her from behind, reaching underneath her blouse and cupping her petite breasts.

“Then, you do this...”

With Yoojung still grasping onto the seat in front of her, she starts moving her ass in a slow, circular motion, taking your cock on a carousel ride of bliss and massaging your thighs with her delightfully bare ass. Your teeth chatter incessantly in delight. You open your mouth to alleviate the chattering and let out an involuntary moan.

“Then finally...”

She lifts herself up from your cock just enough so that only half of you is in her. She undoes the grip she has on the front seat briefly to guide your hands to her hips, making you grab on tightly to her love handles before grabbing the seat in front again.

“You thrust as hard and fast as you can into me,” Yoojung commands.

You don’t have to be told twice. Her bus stop is fast approaching, and you have little time to waste if you want to get off too. You pump up as hard and fast as you can. Your warm and sweaty bodies collide and briefly stick to each other with every thrust. Luckily, her squishy compact ass, feeling like a soft pillow against your crotch, helps deaden any loud sound that might alert the bus driver. She almost tips him off anyway, moaning with every ram of your cock into her. It’s amazing the bus driver still doesn’t notice.

She goads you on: “Come on, cum in me.”

Her stop is now within your vision just ahead, signalling you to quicken your pace. You’re so tired already from the day’s work and giving everything you have. Sweat starts dripping from your forehead onto Yoojung’s behind with each thrust. She gushes out again, covering her mouth as she tries to hold back screams from another orgasm.

You furiously continue until you can’t hold it in any longer. Suddenly, an oncoming sense of euphoria takes over your cock.

“Oh, fuck!”

You stop thrusting, making sure your cock is all the way in as you groan and moan your way into an orgasm. Your thighs tighten as your back buckles, leaning your head back while the pent up cum you've been saving finally deposits itself into Yoojung’s warm pussy, your body spasming after each squirt. Yoojung’s devilish eyes look back at you as she gyrates on you, lightly massaging your balls in the process.

You let out one final sigh of satisfaction. Yoojung finally gets off you, her hand between her crotch to ensure your hot, fresh cum stays in her. She pulls up her lace panties and cotton shorts and sits back down next to you. Some of your cum still seeps out of her shorts, creating a white stain where her pussy leaks.

Too physically and mentally drained to move, you collapse into your seat in exhaustion, your cock still hanging out. Yoojung pulls down her mask and you see her genuine smile for the first time tonight. She makes one final move toward your cock to clean up the remaining collective juices.

Her tongue runs thoroughly up and down your shaft, making sure to get every last bit. She even manages to fit the whole thing in her greedy little mouth. The back of her throat tickles the tip of your cock as you squirt a little bit more semen you didn’t know you had into her slobbery, inviting orifice. When she’s completely satisfied, she gets back up from your crotch, proudly showing you the inside of her cum-filled mouth. She makes it magically disappear down her throat like a Las Vegas magician, enthusiastically saying “Tada!” as she shows you her now-empty mouth. You only have enough strength to smile back as she helps pull your pants back up.

Her bus stop finally here, Yoojung briefly rests her head on your shoulder before saying one last goodbye.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” you reply.

Yoojung makes her way to the open bus door, stopping just shy of exiting. She turns to you and smiles while pointing to her crotch that’s still seeping cum through her shorts. Then in the most aegyo voice you could ever imagine, she says:

“IS THIS A CUTE PUSSY?”

You both laugh as she finally gets off the bus, her question still unanswered.

As the bus drives away and Yoojung’s figure fades into the night, something red catches the corner of your eye. You look across the aisle to see the notebook that Yoojung left behind.

Something tells you this isn’t the last time you’ll see her.

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 2: A Rose Red Door (Elly)

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beskar-cowboy · 4 years ago

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The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight

Part 4 of The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight Series

Summary: You catch an accidental glimpse of the Mandalorian without his helmet, his instincts kick in. (4.4k words) link to read on ao3 here

Warnings: NSFW, Mando is kind of mean, the helmet is off but its still canon?, PIV sex, rough sex, he low-key kinda threatens the reader idk, spanking, soft ending to make up for whatever the fuck i just wrote <3

A/N: this series will be uploaded in a non-linear order! i realize that this way of doing things might not be everyone’s favourite so please let me know if you would like to be notified when all the parts are uploaded (linearly in my masterlist) <3

Perhaps swaddling the child to your chest on a desert planet was not the smartest idea. The heat was blistering, even though you wore less layers than usual. Just a tank top, some utility shorts and a blaster holstered to your thigh. And the baby of course, who had not stopped babbling since you left the ship, the only thing distracting you from this damned heat.

You could only imagine how Mando was feeling underneath all that beskar as he walked alongside you in silence, only stealing glances every now and then, as he usually did.

Even after travelling with them for half a cycle now, Mando still withheld so much from you.

Even after the two of you slept together for the first time, after some close call on some jungle planet, he still retreated into his usual silence.

But there were more gentle touches now, more lingering hands, more helmet tilts, but he still hadn’t let you in. You were okay with that, you knew that this was what he was used to, so you didn’t think too much about it.

You let him take what he needs without asking too many prying questions. If you were being honest, you liked the way he used you, you liked how he took it out on you, you liked how rough he got, how possessive, how starved he could be.

It had only amounted to a couple of times over the last month but… but you loved it. You looked forward to it, you thought about it, dreamt of… dreamt of him, of Mando, inside you, above you, under you-

Mando squeezed his large hand around your bicep, breaking you from your thoughts before nodding to you, then he departed. Off to meet with… whoever.

You stayed in the market and bought stuff for the ship.

Some new screws and bolts for parts that were missing or had to be fixed, food rations, dried meat, fruits that you knew Mando was fond of, some weird, shiny little trinkets the child seemed attracted to, and a new bar of soap. You had just finished the last one a few days prior.

After buying the necessities, you wandered around the little market with the child, bouncing him up and down against your chest and talking to him softly. He was very responsive today, not seeming too bothered by the heat thankfully.

But the sun was high in the sky, most likely at its peak, and it was unrelenting. The desert environment of the planet gave way to little shaded spots so you looked for water instead, finding a little mist station where children laughed and played. You ran through it a few times with the child, he screeched with joy.

On your last run through the mist, you caught sight of Mando approaching the two of you again.

That saunter… the way he walked was so intimidating, so sensual. You couldn’t help but let a shy smile stretch across your face at the people who cowered away in fear of the bounty hunter.

You made sure you had all your things in your sling, checking to see that the child hadn’t dropped his new toy and then you were off, heading back to the ship.

The walk felt longer now due to the long exposure you both had in the sun. Mando seemed to be trudging along just the same as you, profusely sweating and in desperate need for some water. And a shower.

Mando opened the hatch and you both stumbled inside, dropping your bags and untying the child from your chest where he had left a giant sweat stain from how tightly he had been pressed to you. Suddenly aware of how sweaty, sticky and disgusting you must seem, the only thing on your mind was a shower.

“I got you some Meiloorun, they seemed ripe.” You smiled at him as you gently placed the child on the floor of the Crest. He waddled towards his father, trying to show him his new toy.

“Thank you, that’s very kind.” He said in your direction, that deep modulated voice making you shiver. He seemed hesitant to look away, but picked up the child regardless, letting him show off his new shiny thing. Mando took it into his hands, playing with him, you smiled fondly.

“I’m going to go take a shower if that’s okay? To cool down a bit.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to ask his permission after all this time but you still felt the need sometimes. Maybe he would want help putting the stuff away that you had bought, maybe he wanted you to help with the child or something? You just couldn’t help the way your mind only fixated on the sweat and grime sticking to your flesh.

“Of course.” Mando nodded. You nodded back, turning on your heels to head into the ‘fresher just around the corner in the low cabin of the Crest.

You leave the door open, you think you don’t mind Mando seeing you if he decides to look or happens to catch a glimpse. Even though he’s never taken any of his armor off (besides his gloves) for you before, he’s seen every single inch of you.

You quickly peeled off your damp clothing, turning the water on and making sure it wasn’t too cold but cool enough to relax your heat exhausted body. You stepped in quickly, eager to cool yourself down.

You visibly relaxed as soon as the water hit your burning skin, your shoulders sagging, a sighing escaping your lips. You dug your fingers into your own flesh, trying to knead the tender muscles which strained under the weight of the child and the supplies. It wasn’t much but you still ached, the heat had definitely contributed to that.

Supplies… your new bar of soap! You had been excited to use it but completely forgot about it the second you returned to the ship, mind wiped blank by the desire to rid yourself of your dirty clothes.

Suddenly thankful you left the door to the refresher open, you stick your head out from behind the curtain and call for Mando, wondering if he could retrieve the sparkly blue soap bar for you.

Instead of being met with an empty doorway, you’re met with something else. And it’s as if the world moved around you in slow motion, your emotions moving over you like molasses.

First, confusion.

Hair. A head full of light brown, golden hair. It curled near the ends, into little wisps. It couldn’t be-

No. That couldn’t be Mando. It was as if your brain refused to acknowledge the shiny beskar that sat underneath that head of hair, refusing to realize it was the tin covered man you were looking at.

Second, curiosity.

Your eyes scanned over his head, taking in the way the bathroom light shined over his hair, making it reflect all different shades of brown and caramel.

It was now that you realized that his head was turning, that’s why the light was bouncing off it so dynamically.

His head continued to turn. An ear.

Third, shock.

It was only when you saw the sliver of skin, the shell of his ear, the inner workings of the intricate cartilage, and the profile of his supple cheekbone that you let out a startled, and perhaps unnecessary, shriek.

Your hands flew up to cover your eyes, to shield them from the forbidden view. You turned back into the shower, facing the wall, away from Mando.

He saw more of you than you had of him. He saw the way your chest heaved, the way the water flew off your body as you twirled to face the tiled wall of the shower, away from him. He watched the water hit your back-

You had seen him. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

He hated the way his instincts kicked in. He hated the way he was trained to kill whoever saw him, whoever looked, whoever dared unmask him.

Almost innately, his hand reached for the light switch, plunging the refresher into darkness as he stalked towards you, pressing his hand to your head and pinning you against the cool tile of the shower forcefully and efficiently.

Mando’s body followed suit, bringing both of you underneath the steady shower stream, pinning himself against your backside. The cold bite of his beskar in contrast to the cool water making you whimper, the force of his hand pressing your cheek into the wall made you see stars behind closed eyelids.

“What did you see?” He asked, voice gruff, strained, unmodulated.

Fuck.

Of all the months you had spent aboard the Razor Crest, living with him, fucking him, you had never heard his voice without the helmet, without some sort of barrier. You regret the way it made you moan, how easily he could make you melt.

“N-nothing, I didn’t-”

“What did you see?” He pressed onto your harder, with his hand and his body weight, pining you completely to the wall, making you at his mercy. You cry out at his cold touch, at his harshness. Mando had been frustrated, even angry, with you before but now… now he was about to truly end you.

But all you could think about was how beautiful his real voice sounded. It always sounded beautiful to you, from the moment you met him, it had made you weak, but this… this was unlike anything you could have imagined.

“Hair,” you cry, unsure if you were truly crying or if it was just water from the endless stream running above both of you now. “I s-saw your hair, your ear… I-I’m sorry-” You hiccup, trying to regain your breath and not inhale too much water as your chest heaved.

Without the helmet Mando was quickly realizing that he could genuinely hear you for the first time, your trembling voice ringing through his ears without being slightly distorted by the helmet’s filters. He could….

He could smell you too. The sweet scent of your skin, of your wet hair tangling in his fingers as he continued to hold you in between the tiles and his unforgiving beskar.

You… the sight of you pinned against him, your wet skin, water dripping down your flesh in rivulets, your whimpers, your cries, your tears, the way your eyes closed, the way you kept them closed even now, drowning in darkness, your cheek flush against the tile.

Completely at his mercy.

You weren’t even fighting him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your temple. You whimpered at his sudden movement, so on edge.

You knew he was trained to kill. You knew what happened to people who even attempted to look at him. You had seen it, you had been there when it happened once, ignorant vendors trying to taunt him, trying to tease the Mandalorian. How stupid they were, now dead somewhere in a ditch. Would he do that to you? It would be so easy for him...

Mando wondered if you could see him in the darkness as well as he could see you. He knew you couldn’t, the lack of windows deprived the room of any light sources. Luckily, his eyes were trained and used to harsh environments, low visibility. Luckily, he could see you trembling against him.

He removed his hand from your head, sliding both of his hands now to hold your hips, digging his blunt nails into the flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents behind. You yelped at the sting but didn’t pull away. You liked it.

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop talking.” He growled and you bit your lip, unaware that you had opened your eyes due to the deep, dark abyss you had been plunged into.

You could truly not see a thing. All your senses became focused on the way Mando touched you, the way he’s wedged you between the wall and himself, the death grip he had on your hips, the way his breaths came out quickly and evenly onto your cheek. He was breathing almost as hard as you were.

He nudged his nose onto your cheek and you nudge your cheek back onto him, trying to remind him that it was just you, that you’re not a threat, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

This is The Way. This is The Way… This is The Way… This… is-

Fuck. You were distracting him. Your little whimpers, the way you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. So willing, you were always so willing for him. So fucking easy and it drove him crazy.

His skin… it felt so good against yours. You had only felt the rough, rarely tender caress of his rough palms. Never of his face, his lips, his nose… You felt like you were being driven insane, you couldn't believe how close his unmasked face was to yours.

You could kiss him…

Mando continued to rub his nose against you, suddenly so lost in the feel of your skin against his. No one had ever been so close to him, so invasively close, breathing in and breathing out the same air, sharing. Feeling your eyelashes flutter against his own, your lips, open panting, swollen and pliant and inviting. He could… he could-

“Mando-”

You’re cut off by his hand suddenly slithering down your body and cupping your cunt. You gasp, unable to help the way your hips involuntarily rock into his hand, into his own hips as well, feeling a growing hardness between his legs.

You were hot, so, so hot down between your thighs. Slippery too, and Mando knew it wasn’t just the water. It was thick, sticking to his fingers, practically begging for him. Mando groaned against your open lips, both of you panting into each other’s open mouths.

“You... you fucking like this, don’t you?” He rasped, biting onto the side of your bottom lip. You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand again. What were you supposed to say? How were you to answer that?

Yes Mando, I like how fucking intimidating you are.

Yes Mando, I like how much bigger you are than me, how easy it would be for you to snap me like a twig.

Yes Mando, I like when you’re rough with me, I get off on it, I crave it, I-

“Fucking answer me.” Mando growls, latching his teeth onto your earlobe now. His hand continued to cup your sex, not truly going anywhere near where you needed him. You still couldn’t fucking comprehend that he was without his helmet, his face right next to yours…

“Yes!” You squeaked as his fingers brushed along the inside of your folds, parting you, dragging his fingers along the length of you, slipping through your sweet cyprine. You let out an unholy moan, so ashamed at how easy you were for him.

Mando kisses your ear, trails his tongue down your neck, collecting the water that pebbles down your flesh as if it were syrup.

This… is, The Way. This is- The Way-

His fingers brush up against your clit accidentally and you buck into him again, desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of attention he could give you.

Mando was trying to calm himself down. He had just been on the brink of snapping your neck and now he was overcome with lust, the desire to fuck you, stuff you full of his cock. The two extremes were dizzying, he felt drunk off of some fancy and expensive cider from some far off planet in The Core. But he supposes that’s just what you did to him.

Before he even realizes it, he’s unzipping his pants, letting the top fall undone and pulling his cock out, letting it rest against your backside. You bite your lip, trying to turn your head to look towards him but your eyes are unable to adjust, you feel as though you can see the outline of his face but… but you’re sure it’s an illusion of the dark.

“Please, Mando-” You weren’t one to beg, Mando wasn’t one to make you beg because he was always as desperate, always as pent up, touch-starved, hungry as you were.

When you two fucked it was never slow, never drawn out, never languid, luxurious. No, it was rough, mean, volatile, desperate and just fucking needy. You needed each other, and Mando fucked you like it would always be the last time, every time. Like he would never have you again, like he would never split you open again.

Mando shoves his entire length into you in one hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you from how deep he reaches so easily at this angle. He rests for a moment, savouring the way your pussy flutters and clenches around him from the sudden intrusion, trying to adjust to his substantial length.

His head pressed right up against yours, he can hear all the pretty sounds you're making, even over the loud patter of water against his beskar which begins to weigh him down from how soaking wet it's getting.

But Mando doesn’t care, he can’t, not when you’re whimpering for him in that pretty way you do, not when you clench so tight around him that he feels like he could cum without even having moved. You beg, you beg and beg and beg for him to move but he just closes his eyes and feels you pulse, hot and tight and snug around him with that perfect little cunt of yours.

You hadn’t seen him, he thinks to himself. You hadn’t actually seen him, he’s okay, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

You.

Quivering at the end of his cock, moaning, grasping at the tiles, trying to find purchase on something, taking him all the way in like you always do, like a good fucking girl.

He hadn’t even realized that he had started thrusting, in and out with reckless abandon, bottoming out every single time before pounding back into you, making you whimper and cry.

“W-what’s my name?” He asks suddenly, pulling you from floating away towards whatever astral plane you were near close to ascending too, the one his thrusts were pushing you towards as he rearranged you from the inside out.

You had to think, you had to think of his name because your find was blank, he was fucking you dumb.

“Mando.” You whimper, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the cold tiles, keeping your head turned so that he could keep his face pressed into your cheek, nose nudging yours, lips brushing but not kissing.

“No… what’s my fucking name?” He grits from behind clenched teeth, punctuating his words between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. You hiccup, unable to swallow down air properly as he fucks you into the wall.

His name?

What did he-

Oh.

His name. Mando had never told you his name, his actual name.

Was this a test? You shook your head ‘no’ as his arms wrapped around you, locking you in place as his ungloved hands came to grope at your breasts, using your own body as leverage to fuck into you harder. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back, letting it rest on his beskar covered shoulder. You turned your head and let your lips brush against his cheek but he turned his head too, lips brushing against his own and you both gasped and whimpered in unison. He seemed insistent on not kissing you, so you just went along with it, all your wits being literally fucked out of you.

“I-I don’t know.” You finally answered, your voice coming out small, between laboured breaths.

You didn’t know him, he thought. He still had something of his identity held in privacy, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know him.

“You don’t- you don’t know me,” He begins to say and it makes you cry, you cry against his mouth, your body shaking, bouncing against his, water beating down on both of you. “B-but you still let me fuck you like this, don’t you sweet girl?”

You scream. You scream when his hand lets go of your left breast only to come back down onto it, slapping the underside of the supple flesh. You wail and cry and moan the only name he’s ever told you.

Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando.

He grabs your jaw in one of his strong hands, angling your face towards his, a sight unseen.

“Answer me when I speak to you, cyar’ika.” He says forcefully, regardless of the nickname.

“Y-yes.” You choke out, trying to nod your head in his tight hold but you barely can. You were right on the brink, you felt as if he were to say one more thing in that deep, rough voice of his you would cum.

“Yes, what?” He grits, fucking your harder, moving his hand down to your neck and pushing you back against the cold tiles, making you yelp and cry for him, at the cool bite of ceramic materials.

“It’s c-cold, Mando.” You whine. He slaps your ass, his hand cracking down on your flesh, no doubt leaving a mark to find again tomorrow. You squeeze your eyes shut, bordering on overstimulation from his cock, his slaps, the water turning colder.

The ship never had a great water supply.

“Answer me.” He fucks you harder, faster, deeper, un-preciously and slaps your ass again, the other cheek this time.

“Y-yes! Yes I..I still l-let you… let you fuck me like this!” You cry and shake against the tile.

Mando’s arms quickly wrap around like they had before, hauling you back into his body. He snakes his hand down and rubs against your clit in fast, precise motions.

Almost instantaneously, your mind goes blank, your eyes roll into the back of your head. One of his arms wraps across your front, against your chest, holding your shoulder in a death grip, his other hand still working on your clit, his thrusts unrelenting as you cum and cum and cum around his thick cock.

“That’s it. That’s it... Good f-fucking girl.” He rasps, holding you tightly, thrusting a few more times before he empties himself inside you with a growl, painting your walls with him, branding you, owning you.

You moan at the sensation, the way his hot cum fills you to the brim before leaking out, back onto his cock and down the backs of your thighs. You both pant, your chest heaving in time with his as he fucks it back into you as deep as it’ll go, stuffing you so, so full of him.

You keep your eyes closed, afraid of opening them, afraid he can see you even in this darkness. Even though you know he can.

Mando stays inside you until he’s softened, relishing in the way your pussy trembles around his girth, sucking him in as deep as you can for as long as possible.

When he eventually does pull out with a low growl, you hear him twist the knobs of the shower, the water suddenly becoming warmer, heating your now freezing skin. All these temperature changes were making you feel light-headed, the rough fuck you just got from Mando not helping your case either.

“Wha-”

“Stay here, warm up.” Mando cuts you off, you hear him step out of the shower.

A series of loud bangs resonate throughout the refresher, making you jump. Only one thing could be that loud. Is he… removing his beskar?

“Mando-”

“You’re always so cold when we’re travelling… can’t believe you were taking a cold shower.” He mumbles to himself, you can imagine him shaking his head. You’re stunned honestly, at how much he’s talking, especially without the helmet, that fact alone still lost on you. His voice was so beautiful, you had thought it to yourself about a hundred times now since you first realized he took the helmet off.

You stand under the warm stream, your quaking shivers slowly dissipating. You feel his presence enter the shower again, this time you can clearly feel his body heat, more flesh. He’s naked.

Mando is standing naked with you in the shower.

You involuntarily step away from him but he catches you, his hand landing on your waist, his hand softly grasping the flesh there. Such a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you into oblivion.

He’s naked.

This man had never removed anything besides his gloves. Even when he fucked you, the armor stayed on. You’re not sure if it was an issue of trust or due to his boundaries or his Creed. But considering he almost just killed you for accidentally seeing his ear and cheek, and was now standing naked with you in the dark… well, maybe it was a bit of both. You were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this, nothing was making sense to you.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, your chests and bellies bump together and you gasp. Mando is firm, you knew this but… but to actually feel him against you, well, you could cry about it honestly.

You felt uncertain about what to do with your hands, unsure if you were allowed to touch him but you tentatively lifted them to his chest anyways, letting them rest against his solid pecs. His skin was soft despite the random series of raised flesh that seemed to brand him, his scars. You don’t think you ever wanted to see someone’s scars, someone’s skin as badly as you do now. But you would right out ask for it, you couldn’t.

You felt Mando lift something to your skin, it was smooth as it glided along your arm, your shoulders, across your back. A fruity, earthy scent filled your nose.

Your bar of soap.

He must have grabbed it before he took off his beskar. You lean into him unknowingly, the hand at your waist moving to hold you against him more easily as he washed you. You let your face rest against his chest, the little spot where his throat meets his collarbones. He smelled like sweat, grime, gun powder, he smelled like Mando.

You pressed your lips to the skin, the skin you knew was tanned and rugged, worn down, tired, in need of more kisses than he would let you give.

At the gentle press of your lips, that’s when Mando speaks again. It’s so hushed amongst the falling water, you almost miss it, but the few words don’t fall deaf to your ears, you hear every letter, every syllable.

“My name...” You look up to where his face would be, trying to imagine what expression he wears as he speaks to you in the dark. Your forehead not too far from his lips, you can almost feel the ghost of them on your flesh.

“My name is Din.”

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mggpleasedontlookhere · 4 years ago

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request: Hi! I have a request, could you do one where the reader is a part of the BAU team, and she’s dating Spence, and she’s watching him interrogate Cat Adams, and she has to hear her say that she’s pregnant with Spence’s baby? Thanks!

for: @mggbler

word count: 2,965 reading time aprox: 11 mins

a/n: so i’m back? also another thing, if you are requesting an imagine, id really appreciate it if you had your username listed as it will be much easier to tag you, but it is whatever you’re comfortable with <3

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My fingertips drummed against the cool concrete frame that lined the two-way window. My feet were firmly planted on the hard floors of the prison as I gazed intensely at the scene before me. An ember lit aflame inside of me as Cat Adams tantalizingly edged closer towards Spencer, diminishing the proximity between their faces. Every tedious inch she took, I dissociated farther and farther away into my headspace; although I could still hear her pretentious tone through my earpiece as she brushed her fingers against Spencer’s eyelids.

“Close your eyes”

This is bullshit.

“Good, now keep them shut. Sit back and relax”

I turned my head aside to look away, pinching the inner crevice of my elbow to regain my sense of reality. My composure was noticeably calm on the exterior, something I’ve picked up in the years of working at the BAU, but the expanding coil of indignation continued to wind as time passed.

My patience had always been one of my greatest virtues, yet Cat Adams was able to deteriorate that virtue with her nonchalant fingers softly grazing the skin of Spencer’s hands, the licking of her lips as she whispered suggestive words on his neck, and that flame in her eyes that convinced her she was all-powerful.

“Now when you open your eyes...I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three months”

I breathed through my lips, reassuring myself of Spencer’s affections. Yet an insurmountable amount of insecurity peaked into the bottom of my stomach, clawing its way up to my throat. I felt restrained within my own skin, combating the urge to pick and pry at the flesh.

“If she touches…” I muttered to myself, biting the inside of my cheek as my words trailed off into uncomfortable anticipation.

“You’re here! You’re really here” Cat celebrated, welcoming Spencer in her chaotic delusion. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips, Spencer fabricating a benevolent facade as he let himself grow comfortable in her scheme.

“There is nowhere else I would rather be” Spencer replied with many endeavors, sending a chilling shot through my chest.

It’s fake...it’s all fake

“You’re good at this...you’re so good at this” Cat shook her head, gazing at Spencer with much admiration and recognition. “I almost believe you don’t want to kill me” She teased.

“I don’t want to kill you” Spencer hastily admitted, replicating Cat’s gaze of fervor. As ironic as it seemed, it became a game of cat and mouse. Who would concede first?

“What if I let your mother die?” Cat blurted out, gauging at Spencer’s reaction to her explicit words. But to no avail, Spencer expressed no tells or twitches that would give away his robust collectedness. “Then would you kill me?” She continued.

Spencer stared at her with an unimpressed look, unfazed by the mention of his mother. A small smirk resided on the corners of his supple lips, raising his eyebrows in a lack of interest as if the lifeless walls of the room seemed blasé.

“Oh...my mistake” She paused, chuckling to herself as a devious Cheshire grin appeared on her lips. “What about Y/N?” She spat.

How did she…

The once present smirk on Spencer’s face faltered, yet he remained his fortitude. He closed in on her, peering at her in suspicion. “What about Y/N?” Spencer reiterated, using reverse psychology to throw her off.

Cat pushed herself off the edge of the table, leaning back into her chair with an impervious attitude. “Cut the crap Spencie, I know about your little romance” She taunted humorously, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know about the little pet you keep around” She badgered, causing a chink off of Spencer’s armor to be revealed.

My fists clenched beside me, absorbing the evident frustration coursing through my veins. I cringed as I bit down on the muscle of my cheeks, the taste of metal coating my tongue momentarily. I kept myself grounded for the sake of the interrogation, but if the life of Diana and Spencer wasn’t on the line, I would be the one interviewing the psychotic bitch myself.

“I thought we were supposed to be talking about my mother” Spencer breathed out, leaning back in his chair to cover up for his slip in character.

“You know what’s the best part, Spencie?” Cat leaned over the table, ignoring the words Spencer had previously spoken and hovered a few inches away from his ear. For a moment she deviated her focus from Spencer and directed it towards the two-way glass. Even in the split second, she broke away from her main target, you could see the mischief and ego festering in the pit of her eyes. “I know she’s watching us...I know how much it’s killing her just watching us” Cat seduced, trailing her fingertips suggestively up Spencer’s arm.

Spencer tore his shoulder away from her roughly, pulling up the cuffs of his sleeves in a sensible manner. “You said you wanted to play a game earlier,” Spencer reminded her, battling the urge to prove Cat wrong and reassure the woman on the other side of the glass. “Is it the same as last time?”

“Oh Spencie…” Cat sighed, retracting herself back to her seat. Suddenly her stare drifted back to the two-way glass, and with as much authority she can harbor, she peered through the mirror with much affliction. “I can’t wait till she finds out about Mexico” She blurted out in faux innocence.

This pricked at Spencer’s ears, leading him to profile the words that spilled out her mouth. “What happened in Mexico?” He inquired, pressing her on the missing fragments of his whereabouts that lead to his arrest. She simply tiptoed around his request, taunting him as she refused to take her blazing eyes off the glass.

A loud bang reverberated off the walls. This caused Cat’s attention to halt as it shifted towards the source of the ringing sound, only to find out that it was Spencer’s hand harshly slamming against the table. “What happened in Mexico?” Spencer reiterated once again, but this time his tone barely held back the chagrin clouding his rationality. The booming volume of his usually gentle voice complimented the aftershock of the wood beneath his palm as it still rattled underneath his force.

“Are you getting a little aggressive Spencie? I didn’t even know you were capable of that” She mocked, tucking her arms to her side while her hands roamed the circumference of her stomach. Spencer glared at her incredulously, deciding that he had enough of her drudging ploys. He pushed his chair back, making the motion to get up and leave the room, but before he had the opportunity to stand up, two words were revealed into the already perturbed air.

“I’m pregnant,”

Spencer froze in his spot, taking a moment to breathe before shaking his head and proceeding towards the door. I scoffed in disgust, waiting for Spencer on the other side of the door. Even for Cat this was low.

I can’t imagine anyone using pregnancy for their own gai-

“...actually we’re pregnant, Spencie”

Everything stilled. Oxygen refused to fill my lungs and my blood ran cold. The same seemed to occur with Spencer as his feet were motionless like he was stuck in a fragment of time. The words kept passing through me like waves echoing from a cymbal, only this time it was endless. No matter what I did, the words never resonated in my head. I became deaf, some may say that I was in denial. But I heard it. I heard it slip past as a whisper on her lips.

I felt numb for what seemed like an eternity. But it was that same numbness that I wished never went away, so I wouldn’t have felt the overwhelming sickness that came after. My stomach boiled with an uncomfortable sensation. The ringing descended into the quiet of my mind as clarity began to flood my consciousness.

That’s not...that’s not possible

Cat did it. She found a way--a loophole.

Can it be possible?

I suppressed the paralyzing thoughts into a small compartment of my mind, letting a small murmur of reason dictate my actions. With naive hope, I rushed to a guard to request a Cat’s health records with much haste. After the small interaction, all I could do was wait.

Wait for answers. Wait for the truth.

Yet again my virtues were being tested. I thought the first time I would harbor an immense uneasiness over pregnancy, it would be my own. I was imprisoned in my own doubts and speculation, but I can’t even begin to comprehend the thoughts that are permeating the dark place of Spencer’s mind.

What does this mean for me and...

No, I can’t think like that. She’s probably lying.

But what if…

I shook the thoughts out of my head, focusing on the grey-tinted walls that surrounded me. I forced myself to fixate on how the overhead light reflected on the shiny tiles beneath my feet, while I let the background noises of an operating prison engulf my sense of hearing.

But nothing could ever prevent my buried thoughts from climbing out from the back of my subconscious. Nothing could stop the anticipation that coursed through my veins, threatening to stop my heart altogether.

Nothing could’ve stopped me from knowing.

The cold zing of the walls was the only thing that tethered me to reality. I felt the way my hip bones would shift under my weight as I sat motionless in the hallway. I felt the pressure and ache that began to build under my knees as they were pressed against my chest. A heavy film cast over my eyelids, making it exhausting for me to keep them open. There was an agonizing shackle tugging at my chest, restraining me from taking a fresh breath. I was battered and beaten, not physically, but mentally.

With two words, Cat Adams had managed to send me spiraling down a sinkhole that I didn’t know how to get out of. I was stuck, encased in my own headspace. I didn't know what was worse: being in prison or being imprisoned by the person you detested the most.

I thought the worst was over when she confessed to her pregnancy. I thought the anguish that I experienced hit its climax. But little did I know that the growing hole in my chest only consumed me further when I found out she was telling the truth.

In bold letters, ‘pregnant’ was displayed on the front of her health records. Now they were measly tossed to the floor in a flurry of confusion and anger.

A choked breath emerged from my esophagus, finally feeling the full impact of the circumstances that I was in the middle of. I was furious, dazed, and somber simultaneously, and I didn’t know if it was for me or Spencer.

Spencer…

Does he know it's true? Would he know?

He wouldn’t have chea…? No, he wouldn’t

As if it was the answer to my inquiries, the clatter of footsteps resounded from the head of the hallway, the clacks against the floor growing in volume as they approached me. Stunned by my own senses, I didn’t even notice the sight of grey fabric coming in from my peripheral view.

It was only until I heard the rhythmic beat of the footsteps faltering in a slower pace till they stopped completely. Suddenly, a tender hand apprehensively reached out from beside me. Warmth instantly radiated off its palm as it battled with the chilled temperature of my skin. Then, a voice, belonging to Spencer, followed the small gesture in a quaint and reserved tone.

“I…” He paused, intertwining his fingers with mine. “I know I haven’t talked about Mexico--or prison for the matter. I know that sometimes I close myself up in a box and hideaway, and you tell me it's okay if I’m not comfortable,” He swallowed his words for a moment, staring at his sprawled-out legs in front of him as he struggled to find the right words. “But I also know how much it hurts you when I do…” He uttered out. “I know that it hurts you when JJ’s the only person I can talk to about what happened” He turned his head to gauge my reception, but all I could bring my attention to was the soreness in my chest at his mentions.

“Did you know?” I meekly whispered.

“I don’t...I don’t know” Spencer answered unsurely. His voice seemed depleted of any assurance he carried with him when it came to his knowledge. I guess that was a common denominator between us in the present circumstance. “I don’t...I don’t know what she did” He sucked in a sharp breath, careful to let his words teeter around the break in his voice.

“She’s really pregnant Spence…” I muttered, squeezing the clutch he had on my hand. “It’s gonna be okay Spence. I know you would never…” My voice trailed off into the uncertainty of my words, yet the hope that was latched onto me prevailed. “There’s more to this, I know it” I stated with much determination.

“What if it’s...it’s mine?” He gasped, a melancholy air following his statement.

“Well, you didn’t, you know-”

“No, I--I would never” He finished the sentence, racking his head for clues.

“Then there has to be someone el-”

“She did something,” Spencer cut me off. “When I was in there, she told me that Lindsey--she got me to…”. By the wavering of his voice, I knew where this was headed. “A-and she told Lindsey to pretend that she was you…” He scoffed, shaking his head in self-reproach.

“Spence…” I tried to stop him from his own demise, but I knew the second he started sputtering words, there would be no mercy to it.

“She started mocking you and my mom, and that’s when...I don’t--I” He paused, licking his lips. “I felt so angry--more than I’ve ever had in my life--and I just,” He retracted his hand from mine in an instant, brushing the stray hairs away from his face. “I pushed her Y/N. I pushed her against the wall and I started--gosh--I started choking her Y/N”. The structure of his tone fizzled out into a meek mumble, an indication that he was battling his internal demons.

The guilt and agony on his face were enough to devastate an entire colony. So much weight and history hung on the surface of his shoulders that it was starting to deteriorate. “I’m...I’m scared that this is who I am now” He lamented, picking at the small pebbles that littered the floor.

“No, don’t say that” I protested.

“Y/-Y/N, you don’t know…” He sighed.

“I do know” I affirmed, reaching out to clasp his hand in mine once again. “I know you had to do things in prison, things you aren’t proud of, but anyone in your position would have done the same-”

“You wouldn’t have”

“Yes. Yes, I would have Spence” I remarked. “If someone threatened my life, if...if someone threatened my chance of seeing you again...”. I placed a gentle hand under his chin, making our eyes meet. “You bet your ass I would. It doesn’t make you a bad person” I finished my spiel, looking into his dull eyes in the hopes he would recognize that I meant every word.

“Then why do I feel like this? I’ve let down the team, my mom, and you…”

I cupped his face in my hands, although he refused to look at me in the eyes. “Spence,” I breathed. “You have not done a single thing to disappoint anybody” I shook my head as my voice trembled under the weight of the conversation. “If you disappointed anyone, then why is the entire team working to get this psychotic bitch on death row? Why are they trying to save your mom? Why do I love you?” I professed, every endearing word flowing out of my lips with ease.

Silence encompassed both of us, but the dense atmosphere still created an evident divide. Suddenly, he met my eyes with his solemn ones, but something was different. A minuscule glint of prospect flashed in the pool of his irises. The color and life began to emerge from the dreariness of his countenance and the warmth of his skin began to crimson his cheeks. A relieved gasp escaped my lips as he peered at me with much endearment.

“Do you really think that?” He whispered. I nodded in response, taking my bottom lip into my teeth as I took in the beauty of his rejuvenating presence. From there I knew Spencer would slowly fill up again. I knew it was going to be hard, but I also knew that I wouldn’t hesitate to take every step with him.

“I know that everything isn’t clear right now Spence. But I think--I know--that you’re the only person here that can solve this”

“You’re wrong” He breathed.

I stared at him with a baffled expression, encouraging him to continue his position.

“I can’t...I wouldn’t be able to do all of this,” He rested his hand on the apple of my cheek, caressing the supple skin with his thumb. “...not without you”

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frenchtipacrylics · 3 years ago

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my updated makeup routines✨

i love love love makeup. my favorite thing to do is to switch it up and find new products and techniques that work really well with my features. since the summer has started and i’ve had much more free time, i’ve been playing around with my makeup styles and how i do my makeup for different occasions. as of right now, i have three makeup routines: my everyday “no makeup” makeup, my everyday glam routine, and my full glam routine. keep in mind, i have very oily skin so some of these techniques won’t work well for everyone!

“no makeup” makeup

my grocery shopping/running errands look. if i had ten minutes to do my makeup, this is the routine i would go for. not long-wearing, but it helps me look more “put together” when i’m being a bum.

base:

my first step is to use a primer. for primer, i use the elf putty primer to fill in my pores so i look smooth, then over top i use a gripping primer to keep my makeup on my face. i like the milk hydrogrip and the elf watermelon primers.

next, i powder my face either with the maybelline loose setting powder or the fenty powder foundation so i have a bit more coverage but also so my oily skin won’t break down my base makeup as quickly.

for “foundation”, i use the glossier skin tint mixed with the covergirl matte bb cream. the glossier skin tint is not good if you have oily skin, but combined with the bb cream it is much more long wearing. i either use my fingers or a beauty blender.

then i bronze, and i put that on my cheeks, forehead, nose, and blend it into my eye socket and under my eyebrows, flicking up once i get to my temples. this emphasizes my bone structure in a way that’s more natural looking than contour. i really like the covergirl queen bronzer.

moving on to blush, i use the milk cheek stick from sephora or the cream blush stick from colourpop. i put it on my cheeks, nose, and some on my chin and forehead to make everything look put together.

eyes:

i prime my eyelids with my eyeshadow primer and swipe some of my blush onto my lids so everything looks a bit more “effortless”.

next I do my brows. i use the maybelline brow pencil in a shade that matches my real eyebrow hair color. i continually brush through them with a spoolie so they look natural, and rub my bronzer on the beginning of them so it doesn’t look as harsh.

for my lashes, i heat my eyelash curler, curl my lashes, apply a brown tubing mascara, and curl again. the mascara i use is the maybelline snapscara in the shade brown since it looks more natural than black. i also use a lash serum to promote growth.

lips:

for my lips, i use a red chapstick to give my lips a “naturally” red look (either the dior lip balm or burts bees), a light pink lipgloss in the middle, and the fenty gloss bomb in hot chocolit as a “liner” that looks more natural and moisturized.

tutorials i follow:

THE ULTIMATE NO MAKEUP LOOK | fake it til you make it... 👀

“NO MAKEUP” MAKEUP LOOK USING ONLY DRUGSTORE PRODUCTS

Makeup For Finessers!!! "No Makeup Makeup" Tutorial | Jackie Aina

NO FOUNDATION makeup routine

my no makeup tutorial

My "No Makeup" Makeup Look | Glowy Flawless Skin Tips + NO Foundation | Easy Summer Look

Minimal Makeup! Using 10 products | Jackie Aina

everyday glam makeup

very heavily inspired by the victoria’s secret angels. definitely more “high trust” than my full glam routine, kind of a “cute” look instead of a “sexy” one. plays with shimmer, pink tones, highlight, more of an effortless vibe. if you guys remember my fashion post, this ties into the girly & romantic aesthetic.

base:

my priming step is the same here, and i still set my primer with powder before going in with the rest of my makeup.

tinted moisturizer!!! to get my perfect shade and finish, i mix the covergirl matte bb cream for oily skin with the glossier skin tint like above.

for concealer i use the colourpop tinted moisturizer on the areas i want to highlight. for extra brightening, i use the maybelline fit me concealer in a shade thats way lighter than my skin tone and i put a small amount on the bridge of my nose to give it some extra depth.

instead of contour i use bronzer. bronzer is used to bring warmth to the face, so it is important to place bronzer in the places the sun would naturally hit/tan you. bronzer is not the same as contour; bronzer is always warm toned (hence bringing warmth/making you look tanner) and contour is always cool or neutral toned (because it is supposed to mimic shadows). putting bronzer where you put your contour can make your makeup look muddy, and a lot of bronzers contain shimmer which you don’t want in a contour. i put my bronzer on my cheeks and forehead with a big fluffy brush for a sun kissed look, and with a smaller brush i put a little at the top of my nose bridge. it adds depth and makes it look like i contoured my nose without me having to actually do it.

then i set my concealer. i use the maybelline fit me powder in the shade medium, press my beauty blender into the powder, dab the excess off on the back of my hand, and then i press the powder into my skin.

for this look, i prefer to look more youthful than snatched. so for blush, i like to put it on the apples of my cheeks and the tip of my nose. i use shimmery powder blush, and my favorites are the baked milani blushes or the elf blush palette for dark skin.

i highlight my skin with the shimmer color i put on my eyelid in order for things to look more cohesive. since i have some texture in the center of my cheeks, i keep my highlight closer to my temples, on the tip of my nose, and down the bridge. i then take a brighter glitter eyeshadow and, using a more precise brush, put that right in the center of the areas on my nose that i highlighted for more dimension.

eyes:

i do my eyeshadow before my eyebrows now.

for eyeshadow, i usually put my bronzer in my crease and my outer v, and sometimes blend that out with a lighter/skin tone shade. on the lid, i put a light shimmer eyeshadow for contrast. on the inner corner, i use a very bright glitter eyeshadow, and lightly blend it onto the beginning of my lid. i also use the same eyeshadows on my bottom lid.

i use a tubing mascara since it’s gentle on the eyelashes, then i go in with regular mascara to make my lashes longer. my favorite regular mascaras are damn girl from toofaced (it has an antiflaking formula), the kush mascara from milk, and the maybelline lash sensational. all the mascaras i like are for lengthening. i also curl my lashes before and after putting on mascara.

this is when i do my eyebrows. i use a spoolie to shape them into a shape i like. using a pencil a shade or two lighter than my actual eyebrow color, i fill in the sparse areas and try to make my eyebrows as even as possible.

for fake lashes, i usually use half lashes or wispy lashes. i like the ardell demi-wispies (i cut these in half and stack them), the kiss lashes in matte silk, the kiss lashes in teddy, and the koko lashes in queen bees. the idea is for people to still be able to see the eyeshadow despite me having lashes on.

lips:

since the base and eyes are the main focus of this look, the lips are always kept nude. i line my lips with a brown lipliner close to my skin tone (i use colourpop’s lipliner in BFF #3) and then fill it in with either a brown nude lipstick (sephora’s rouge lacquer lipstick in shade 43 be proud) and too with a clear gloss, or i fill it in with a pink/peachy nude and top with the fenty gloss bomb in the original shade.

tutorials i follow:

THE ULTIMATE MAKEUP LOOK | Hindash

Victoria’s Secret Bombshell Glam w/ Marsha Hunt

Get The Victoria’s Secret Model Look – Makeup Tutorial | Charlotte Tilbury

Victoria's Secret Runway Makeup Look | Genelle

Victoria Secret Fashion Show Makeup ♡ Brown Girl Friendly

Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2018 Makeup Tutorial | Charlotte Tilbury

Glam Time with Romee Strijd

full glam

this is my full beat look. if i’m going out at night with my friends, or when i want makeup to be especially long-wearing, this is usually the routine i follow. 90s supermodel inspired, soft glam, fully matte, snatched/lifted, all nude/brown tones. lines up with my minimalistic & edgy style.

base:

during the colder months, i like to use a pore-filling primer with a gripping primer on top, usually the elf putty primer in original or matte, and the elf watermelon primer or the milk hydrogrip primer like i said before. but during the summer, i have to use the becca ever-matte primer. it has a huge learning curve, but once you know how to use it, it’s a godsend for oily skin.

my first step is contour. i use the too faced born this way concealer in a color two shades darker than my skin tone and always with a cool undertone to mimic shadows. i put a small amount on my cheekbones to make them look higher, three lines on my forehead for depth, and i line my jawline to give the illusion of a smaller chin. then, i blend everything together with a beauty blender. to make it easy, you can use whatever concealer you like in a darker shade as a cream contour.

next i conceal. i use the teint idole concealer from lancôme in one shade lighter than my skin tone, and i put concealer in all the places i want to highlight: under my eyes (a little by the sides of my nose, a line on the outside of my eye to lift), above my top lip, the middle of my forehead and chin, and a strip down my nose bridge. a little of this concealer goes a long way; i use less than half a pea-size for my entire face. for a little extra brightening, i use a really light colored concealer but only one dot in the inner corners of my eyes and a little on the nose bridge. for this, i just use the maybelline fit me concealer. before i add my foundation and blush, i make sure there are no harsh lines between my concealer and contour.

i use a cream blush. to everyone who wears makeup, look into cream blush. it’ll change your life for the better. blush is an underrated but very important step in my makeup routine; blush can shape your face even better than contour. when i want my face to look lifted and sultry, i put my blush on my cheekbones close to my hairline and blend upwards. i use either the milk makeup cheek stick or the colourpop stick blush.

finally i go in with my fenty powder foundation. using a kabuki brush, i tap into my compact and then add the foundation to the parts of my face which have no concealer, blush, or contour first. then, i lightly go over my contour and blush, and around the edges of my concealer. this really saves you if you haven’t blended very well or went too heavy handed on the liquid products you used, since going over it with your skin toned powder tones the contour etc. down. i use the fenty powder foundation. it is very lightweight feeling in comparison to liquid foundation, and it never feels like i have a mask of product on my face when i use a powder. however, some of my favorite liquid foundations are the estee lauder double wear (full coverage matte), the too faced born this way (both the matte and regular versions), the fenty soft matte, and the anastasia beverly hills luminous foundation. at the drugstore, i like the nyx born to glow, the maybelline fit me, and the loreal infallible foundation.

setting powder is a must if you have oily skin. i prefer loose powders, but pressed powders also work, especially if you’re on the dry side. before setting my concealer, i blend out any creasing that happened. then i pour a small amount of powder into the lid, dip my sponge into it, then tap the excess off on the back of my hand (which evenly disperses the powder on the sponge too), then i press and roll the powder into my skin. i set every place that i put concealer with the laura mercier translucent loose setting powder in the shade honey, since it is lighter than my skin tone and is also a nice warm shade without being too yellow. because i use a powder foundation, i don’t have to set the rest of my face. the maybelline fit me loose setting powder in the shade medium is also a favorite of mine.

after i set my makeup, i do bake the areas that i know will get very oily very quickly, so my nose, my chin, and my upper cheeks. if you have normal or dry skin, i wouldn’t recommend this at all. know what works for you and your skin type! i usually do my eye makeup while the powder sits. instead of wiping the excess powder away at the end i actually use a brush and press it into my skin in order to avoid any patchiness.

eyes:

my eyebrows are a pretty nice shape naturally (and i groom them weekly), so doing my eyebrows is usually pretty simple. i like to outline the bottom of my eyebrows with either a pomade or a darker pencil, then i fill in my eyebrows with a lighter colored eyebrow pencil, mimicking hairlike strokes so it looks natural. i then go over everything with an eyebrow gel. unlike base products, i would never pay a lot for eyebrow products. my favorite eyebrow pomade is the milani pomade, though the anastasia dipbrow is a classic. my favorite eyebrow pencil is the maybelline brow ultra slim, and the gel i use is the benefit gimme brow but i’ve been meaning to try the new nyx brow glue.

before i put on eyeshadow, i use an eyeshadow primer. i get really oily eyelids, so i need that barrier so my eyeshadow won’t crease. i put a very small amount onto my brush and blend it out on my eyelids. it also creates a blank canvas so my eyeshadows can pop more.

i won’t go in-depth with eyeshadow, but i will say my “formula” is usually as follows: a color slightly darker than my skin tone in the crease, a dark color on the outer v, and a really light color on the lid. sometimes i use a shimmer for my inner corner highlight, and sometimes i use a matte color instead. eyeliner isn’t necessary, but sometimes i use it in my waterline or by tightlining, and sometimes i use eyeshadow instead for a smoked out look.

for this look, i always use cat-eye shaped lashes, or half-lashes, or a few individual lashes on the outer corners of my eyes. it all adds to the “lifted” effect that i’m going for.

lips:

since my lips are naturally very big, i almost never put color on them since it always comes across as trying too hard. i like to stick with a nude ombre look. i use a lipliner close to my skin tone first (bff #3 by colourpop), rub my lips together to blend the liner out, add a light colored nude in the center, blend again, line the very outer parts of my lips with a dark brown, and finally blend again. sometimes i add a gloss, usually the fenty gloss bomb in the shade fu$$y or i use a gold colored gloss to make my lips look more warm toned so they match my eyeshadow.

tutorials i follow:

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myrulia · 4 years ago

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An Oiran's Sacrifice - Kokushibou x Oiran!Reader

CHAPTER 3

Oiran

Oiran (花魁) was a specific category of high ranking courtesan in Japanese history. Divided into a number of ranks within this category, oiran were considered – both in social terms and in the entertainment they provided – to be above common prostitutes, known as yūjo (遊女, lit. 'woman of pleasure')

Warnings: Panic attacks, mention of past trauma

Word count: 3,543

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`` Young Master Hiroto, I apologize for interrupting your private time with Lotus, but she is needed at the moment. Something terrible has happened. ``

Just as you were about to drop your kimono from your body, your eyes practically doubled in size upon the sudden outburst of Sakura. Pulling up your kimono swiftly and completely forgetting about Hiroto in the process, you leap to your feet and sprint to where Sakura is standing, gripping her shoulders with wide eyes. `` Sakura, I beg of you to explain to me..! ``

`` I assure you I will. Master Hiroto, please excuse us. ``

Hurriedly, Sakura escorted you from Hiroto's sleeping quarters, guiding you throughout the estate until the both of you were alone - not entirely but at least you did not have to worry about the other oirans telling anyone your business. You felt your breathing slowly rise in rapidness, worry filling your nervous system at what could have possibly happened in the span of one night, especially after Kenta's murder in his own home that no one suspected.

Everyone guessed he was untouchable due to the sheer amount of bodyguards he hired, and how everyone in the village feared his power and how he could ruin their lives with a simple snap of his fingers. Even still, that was at the back of your head for the reason that whatever Sakura had to say, it was surely to be a shocking surprise. `` Now will you tell me please..? ``

Sakura inhaled sharply before speaking once more, taking your hands from her shoulders and holding them instead. `` My Lotus, I am so sorry for what I am about to say, I truly wish it did not happen. `` She paused before speaking. `` Your father was found in his home- ``

`` Dead? Dead?! Sakura-san please promise me he is not- ``

`` Lotus let me finish. He is not dead, rest easy and try to breathe. `` You followed her orders and inhaled slowly through your nostrils, out your mouth, repeating the action multiple times before you knew you would be ready to hear whatever she had to say to you. `` Atsuhashi, your father, was found with his eyes cut out, laying in the corner of your house and barely breathing last night. Your neighbors luckily called for help from the local doctor and they were able to stop the bleeding get too out of control. He is okay now, he just is now permanently blind. ``

You listened intently, trying to retain any information said but it felt like your mind was trying to block out her words. She noticed your expression went from neutral to utterly horrified, so Sakura quickly pulled you into her embrace, trying to calm you down.

`` I understand how you might feel, it is okay Lotus, let it all out. There is nobody here who will judge you. ``

That was all it took for the water that built up at the bottom of your eyelids to finally slide down your cheek. A few choked sobs managed to escape your gritted teeth as you clutched onto Sakura's kimono even harder, blaming yourself for the inconvenience of your father getting tortured in such ways. You allowed yourself to let go of the small barrier that blocked you from allowing anyone to see you so down, let alone people you met just yesterday. She could tell that you were obviously hurting, so without a second thought she rubs up and down your back, trying to help you calm down in any way.

In a way, it did help calm your nerves, because her same movements reminded you of those your mother's.

Although you could not allow yourself to become too attached, so backing away slowly, you wiped your tear-stained face and sniffed in any mucus that threatened to drip from your nose. Sakura allowed you to calm down a bit on your own, letting go of your still slightly shaking form and backing a foot away, even a gentle smile on your face. `` How about you take some time to yourself, calm down and come back when you are ready. Of course, do not leave for too long, you know the demons become active only in the night. ``

`` I under-understand Sakura-san, I shall not take long, `` and with that, you left her standing there as you navigated through the large minka until you were outside and inhaling the fresh air surrounding you. It was hardly past 12 and your day had already gone to hell. First the murder, and now your own father becoming injured all in the same night. It should not be this surprising, because at the end of the day, he did steal and those who still had it out for him were bound to get back at the man who stole from them.

Thinking deeper into the entire situation caused a small cramp to overtake your lower regions, and the more you gripped your lower abdomen the more painful it got. The only way you were really taught to control your emotions is by blocking them out - courtesy to your father. Yet, Sakura's advice on calming you down genuinely worked, somehow. So, repeating the breathing technique she said earlier, you inhale through your nose, and exhale out your mouth, and repeated the process for a good few minutes until your lower abdomen finally kept cool.

You kept your gaze on the ground, you had not realized just how far you traveled into the forest beside the Suzuki estate. It was a serene forest with a small river flowing down not to far from where you stood. Bamboo stalks growing just by the river bank was easy to see, for they stood tall and proud in the bright sunlight that beamed down upon you. It was truly calming, so you took slow strides and enthralled in the beauty of the nature around you, even seeing a few squirrels climb up trees and scamper around.

It gave you a chance to clear your head, but obviously there was that lingering thought in the back of your head about what would have happened if you had just stayed with your father instead - but thinking more into it, you realize that you would not have gotten that chance if you did not take the offer of working as a yūjo. It was so angering deep down that you could not have done anything about the situation, it was simply out of your power. `` None of this would not have happened if he would just stop stealing..! ``

Before you could register anything, your next choice of words seemed to roll off your tongue effortlessly. It was no lie that you have been withholding a few bits of your feelings from your father, but it was only in view of the fact that he would simply tell you to stop talking and go to bed. Per usual, you would listen to his orders and brush off any lingering questions, but this time, you were alone, and with that new found freedom, you felt like you could finally let out everything you were holding back. `` He always thinks for himself..! He claims to care about my needs yet he continues to steal even if he's caught! It does not make any sense whatsoever so why can he not listen to his own daughter for once?! ``

You had to admit, yelling out your inner emotions gave you a sense of relief, it even made your eyes turn bloodshot as you came to the realization that you were a second thought to your father. His accusations were to benefit him in the end, and that reality slapped you in the face harder than you wanted it to. `` If mom never died, this would not have happened!, `` you finally admit to yourself after pondering a bit more. While your mother was on this earth, she was like a blessing to your village. Everyone would constantly compliment her of her beauty, even you who would accompany her whenever she needed to buy something from the marketplace.

It did not stop at her beauty though, for her voice was as soft and smooth as silk. It held a constant gentleness to it no matter who she spoke to, and whenever she would sing a lullaby so you would fall asleep, your eyes would be closed in a matter of seconds because her voice had an effect on you that you could not explain. During her marriage with your father, their smiles never seemed to stop. They indeed did love each other oh-so dearly, and seeing your father genuinely love another woman gave you that second hand happiness that you desire, even to this day.

The painful memories of your mother's passing quickly washed over you, and suddenly that same agony came back as you felt your heart almost ache to feel the happiness you previously had as a child. You shouted out, loud enough just so that you could feel some pain leave your heart, but nothing could stop it. `` Mother how I miss you dearly.. please return to me! Fix father so he can be better and be a happy family again..! ``

No matter how much you yelled, no matter how many tears you shed, she was never going to return and that is just the truth of it all. Your heart ached and throbbed even more painfully so you choked out another sob, one that still made your chest tighten. Your vision became blurred and you could no longer make out your surroundings, just different colored green blobs, and the sound of water slowly fading.

It felt like your world was slipping from your feet, and soon enough after all the pain and lack of breathing in your chest, it suddenly went away, and your surroundings turned dark, no longer being able to sense anything around you.

You had fainted.

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It was yet another night that he was sent out again by his Lordness, Muzan Kibutsuji, who still had more plans for the six eyed demon in the rural area of your village. Kokushibou aimlessly jumped from tree to tree of the same forest that he navigated through after he mercilessly slaughtered Kenta Suzuki, who he felt no remorse for because in the eyes of the Upper Moon One, the murder was long overdue.

It was only a few minutes past sundown, and yet Kokushibou was the only demon active at such an early time of night. It was all to satisfy his Lordness' wishes, because that it what he devoted his 12 Kizuki life to.

Or was it?

The demon had other reasons for wandering out so early in the night, despite his main priority to fulfill the orders bestowed upon him. He continued to aimlessly jump from tree to tree until he noticed a body laying on the soft grass near a small stream of water. He stops in his tracks and eyes the face of whoever the body belonged to, and due to his supernatural vision, he could tell it was you.

`` Foolish human, why are you out at night? `` Kokushibou asked to your unconscious body, landing only a few feet away from your laying form. He took slow strides and eventually he was now kneeling in front of you, scanning your body for any wounds or dirt. It only took the male a few seconds, for he took note of your tear-stained face and partially reddened cheeks and could easily make the guess that you found out about your father's misfortune.

Still eyeing your face, a calloused and veiny hand inches closer to your cheek, brushing away any stray hairs that was blocking the male's view of your resting facial expression. He stared, longer than he should have, at how peaceful you looked not knowing of the evil being that had just touched you without your permission - even if it was something as innocent as a small brush of skin contact.

Huffing out through his nostrils, Kokushibou simply pulls you off the ground with one arm, slinging you over his shoulder so that it would be uncomplicated to navigate his way back to the minka you were residing in against your will. It did not take him long, for he is indeed very fast and it only took him seconds since you were nothing but a limp body that was hanging off his broad shoulder. Using his free hand, he pushes open the sliding door that opened into a large hallway, and so entering, he closes said door behind him and quietly strolled until he could pick up your familiar sent from another source, your bed.

He pushed open the sliding door slowly yet again and quickly set you down on your futon so he would not have to worry about you being on his shoulder - or hitting a wall. The Upper Moon shut the door once more, only to walk past your futon and sit beside your laying body. He did not know why he did such things, but a miniscule voice in the back of his head told him to stay and watch over you. He gave in rather easily despite being a stubborn one whenever he so chose, but tonight, on this bright moonlit night, it truly was something different.

You shifted around on your futon, getting used to laying on something softer than the ground that you were previously laying on not too long ago - not that you were aware of that. You continued to writhe and twitch until your eyes finally gave up and slowly fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was a large body, easily bigger than yours by a long shot, sitting directly in front of you. A veiny and pale hand was resting on the thigh of the mysterious figure who sat silently in front of you, watching your every move under the impression that you were aware of your surroundings. `` Hiroto..? `` you had guessed, since the only other male in the minka could not gain access to you so easily.

`` I am not this "Hiroto" you speak of, `` said a testosterone-heavy voice. The small rasp at the end made you jerk your head up, only for your gaze to be met with one of the pairs of many eyes on the somehow attractive creature. You backed up instinctively, your back pressing against the wall as you felt a scream of confusion and obvious terror build up in your throat, but the being used his large hand to cover your mouth, leaning closer to your face - enough so that there was space - but close enough that made your stomach churn ever so slightly. Eventually the scream you had wanted to voice out was suddenly shrinking until you felt no urge to do so, and in noticing that, Kokushibou withdrew his hand from your face, sitting back down so that he was in a meditation pose almost.

`` What- What are you..?, `` you asked hesitantly, your voice showing obvious signs of reluctance for you did not know who the being with 6 eyes was and how he even entered the minka without being caught. Your head was throbbing painfully - but that was the least of your worries, for there was an unknown creature before you.

Kokushibou, who was still staring with his narrowed eyelids, ponders if he should just be honest. It is not like he can lie, after all, his appearance gives him away. Yet, there are so many different things in your world that a 6 eyed male could be mistaken for a humanoid spider. `` I am a demon. A creature bound to the night only. ``

You felt your heart pulse and your blood flow circulate even faster in view of the fact that there was a man-eating creature sitting in front of you. Fear did strike your heart, but you were smart enough to know that if a demon wants to feed, it would do so long before a chatty conversation. Looking into his bright golden irises that seemed to have a bright luminescence, you notice the middle pair read the words "Upper Moon One" in kanji. You, who knew little about demons and never had any experience with them, did not understand why such things were in his eyes, but you figured questioning it would only complicate things.

`` You read my eyes, did you not?, `` the demon spoke again, gaining your attention at how he indisputably read you like a book. You simply nodded and lowered your gaze so that you were now staring at your own lap. `` Why do they say Upper Moon One? ``

`` Because that is my ranking of the 12 Kizuki. ``

You were still partially confused. 12 Kizuki? A demon having a high rank? It was all becoming too painful for your head to comprehend just what the hell had happened in the few hours that you fainted. You felt light-headed, so falling forward slowly, your vision becomes ever so blurry as your head aches painfully. Kokushibou, who had been sitting directly in front of you, was able to catch your body before you fell completely forward, your head landing just on his muscular chest. Kokushibou was well aware of your strong emotions and unstableness, and knew all too well what you felt like, but he himself could not explain the feeling he felt in his own body at feeling the contact of your warm skin on his own cold hands.

The ends of his fingertips felt light as they ghosted over your skin, only to have them trail up your face to properly examine you.

Your eyes were almost closed, but you could make out a hazy silhouette of spiky hair and bright eyes staring down at you. The second you finally came to, you took notice of the cold hand on your jaw, holding your head up so your gazes could properly meet. Kokushibou, who still kept his eyes interlocked with yours, felt his undead heart skip a beat. It was a strange feeling, for he has not felt such things in so long that it felt like a fever dream almost - but he was not going to allow himself to be distracted by a mere human woman.

Your eyes doubled in size when you felt yourself being pushed back gently, just so that your faces were not as close as they were seconds ago. You sat there, confused, and in slight pain on your lower back side. Inhaling a breath, you lower head preparing yourself with questions you still had on your mind. Should you ask them now? Would he get annoyed and kill you? There was only one way to find out. `` What happened in the last 4 hours? ``

You had enough competence to know that you fainted just as the sun was setting, and seeing as how it is well past moon-rise, you made the assumption that you were out for quite a period of time. You looked up at the bigger demon in front of you who had yet to say his name - but that is a question for another time.

`` I found you laying in a forest a little after sundown. So I carried you to where your scent was emitting from another source, that being your sleeping quarters. ``

It was common for the supernatural being to have enhanced abilities that humans are not capable of possessing, so you were not startled to hear as such. The only bit of information that really got to you was the fact that you fainted in a forest, vulnerable to anything in the area. If it was not for the demon before you, another of his kind would have devoured you without hesitation.

`` I hope you do not mind me asking..- but what is your name? ``

`` Kokushibou. ``

Hearing the name roll off his tongue so easily was a confusing feeling to say the least. The name itself sounded like he was powerful, and it would not be so surprising so you disregarded the saya hanging from his hips. From seeing that alone you made the presumption that he knows how to wield such a weapon with ease. `` Kokushibou.. Kokushibou…`` you repeated outloud to yourself, letting his name escape your lips and dissipate into the air.

The Upper Moon One listened to you mutter his name out loud. He solely sat there not really sure of what next to say - or address for that matter. Of course the demon had no regrets for what he did to your father, Atsuhashi, but telling you now after your emotions spiking and causing you to faint in a vulnerable area gave rise to a ping in his undead heart. He could not pinpoint what the feeling he felt exactly was, for he has not felt such strong emotions in centuries. How are you having such an influence on his usual habits?

`` Kokushibou, why are you still here? If you are here to consume me, then why have you not done so already? ``

`` I do not know, `` was all the male said. He eyed your confused expression that he read in a matter of seconds. Truth be told, he really did not know why he had not left when the opportunity presented itself at his doorstep, so why had he not taken it?

What was he experiencing why was it you out of all beings who started it?

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simtanico · 3 years ago

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Hi! I don't know if this is an annoying/difficult question, sorry if it is, but do you have any advice at all for modelling sims based off real people? Your sims are SO crazy good. When I try to make them they end up looking... eh... Vaguely like the person? But there's a huge gap between that and some kind of 'spark' some simmers seem to manage to capture.

Hello! Definitely not annoying. Difficult, as in how difficult it is to answer? Maybe. I'm gonna go off on a couple of tangents. But I'm gonna try my best to explain the process. Which isn't really much of one sorry.

There's a handful of tutorials and tips out there regarding reference photos and like... proportions and all that so I won't cover that.

I use that as a general guide of course, but mostly I just save some photos of the person at various angles and focus on one feature or two at a time. Literally going back and forth between reference photo and my game. I think if you try to get everything at the same time, it really makes it easy to get frustrated with whatever your sim looks like at the moment. Making sims in general is a combination of a LOT of things depending on your style.

I can point out ALL the flaws with my sims based on real people. In my experience, it’s about getting the defining features of a person close enough to the real thing so that it resembles them. I don't think you need a complete copy to get the point across, however i do think some people and features are harder to emulate than others. I've been working on some sims for YEARS, and they still don't work out lol

and take a look at this progression on my sim based on Z4ne H0ltz starting back in 2015!

that first screenshot:

Personally, I get a little lost if I work on a sim too much all at once. I find some time away makes me less tired and frustrated. Just pace yourself :)

Also if you need any help, shoot me a message here or on discord. I promise I don't judge or anything.. it's sims who cares lol

TO START...

I suggest starting with the head and its shape. Starting off with a game-generated sim, the first slider I get to is head width. It's usually too dang wide for my tastes. And then adjusting the general position of the the features. You can always change things later, so you don't have to know exactly what you're going to do, but as I've mentioned before, sculpting sims up in CAS is just practice with sliders! Also in the long run, you may want to use Pu+Chi House's Smooth Face Normals slider! I attempt to explain and show what it does here. I've uploaded the slider here: https://simfileshare.net/download/984204/

This is gonna be a doozy sorry in advance if the read more doesn't work

SLIDERS SLIDERS SLIDERS

Big sliders like Pu+Chi House’s face shape sliders dramatically change the face shape, and it could save you a lot of time! I highly suggest using these to get rid of the weird large jaw sims can get.

Play with different sliders and how they interact with one another! Example: jaw width and Cheek Fullness affect the same area. if you need a wide jaw and don’t want cheek distortion, you can use cheek fullness, lower the jaw width slider and then edit the cheekbones from there

Knowing what sliders move what and how it can work to your advantage is key! I cover this in my reply post about noses.

For visual reference:

I start out with my nose but I want the nostrils to sit further on the outside

so i go in and use the nose width slider and raise it to widen the lower nose:

Then lower the nostril scale slider

Comparison:

as you can see, i kind of achieved what I wanted, but also widened the nose tip too! Welp, that takes another slider I have, Tip Width. And I'll adjust that accordingly! It's really just a matter of what you're going for and what you're going to have to compensate for as a result!

That said, our community has made some awesome sliders that open up so many possibilities and even eliminate the need to do that multi-slider tango. I wouldn't even know where to begin (wish I wanted to make videos because I could talk for an hour about sliders)

For example @pitheinfinite made sliders that can make sims look better and more realistic, I'm jealous at what they've achieved!

They have their Inner Corner to Nose slider that moves an area of the sim's face hat make eyebags and the shadows and lines appear farther out from the inner eye. It saves you from having to use cheek sliders to mimic the effect and thus ruining the face shape you have going

It's truly an INDISPENSABLE slider. One of many!

Since I make sliders, I usually just make some to specifically fix whatever issue I'm having. Granted they're made with general function in mind, which makes my cheater-y way of making things happen more useful in the future. I have about 50 experimental unfinished sliders in my game and can tell you that all my current sims use them for some reason or other. So I'm not working with nothing, I guess?

EYE SPY 👁

The best way to really get nice accurate looking sims is the eyes.

Pay attention to the slant of the eye, the shape and position of the upper and lower eyelids. you can use the game’s Eyelid Height slider, and AWT’s Eyelid width and height sliders (and many more)

and especially where the iris (green) sits relative to the eyelid. getting that shape and eyeball positioned correctly really makes a HUGE difference

I do suggest Bloom’s Eye slider (left and right) that rotate the eyes left and right. That along with their Lazy eye sliders can give your sims a less symmetric face and position the eyes to be FAR more accurate and realistic than the default.

I also recommend their vertical sliders (Eye lift or drop) to help with eye positioning.

I can't stress the importance of the right contacts or eyes for your sims. Of course it all depends on how you make your sims's eyes and all that. Take the last sim i posted about. It took forever and a half to find the right contacts that didn't need severe or intense editing to capture the same vibe the person he's based on. The problem is pretty persistent for me, and I am just speaking for myself when I say this is necessary. Iris size, shading, recolorability, detail, catch lights, and pupil position are things to consider for your play style and preferences.

In addition to seeing what eyes will do the trick, I do edit the catch lights in the screenshots to give the eyes a different emotion or look. (I use defaults that get rid of the game-generated catch lights, and supernatural eye glow.) It's nice when that's all it is and I don't have to go in and photoshop things in and out to make them look human lmao

Perfect, schmerfect

And just know that as long as you have the same vibe or look going on it doesn't need to be perfect! Things will evolve over time, and you can change and perfect things as you go along, but close is better than trying to achieve an exact replica. We are working with the limitations of sliders and the optimized meshes they work on! So yeah there might be jagged bits or the profile might not exactly match and some things might not be accurate, but that's okay! Considering what sims look like at their default, you should be proud! I use the same mf eyebrows on all my sims basically and I tell myself they're just placeholders (yeah, right), but I manage to make them work with what I have!

Sliders, Makeup, and Skins, oh my!

a good base skin is critical, but not the end of the world if you pick the wrong one. They determine kind of definition and types of features highlighted on a sim 100000% and you might lose a feature you like or dislike when you change them! Feel free to switch up between skins you have to find the best fit.

Makeup can be a game-changer though!!! Any details you can add and help make your sim look the most like the person you're basing them off can go MILES.

In some cases, I've actually gotten really interesting results trying to get my sculpt as close as possible to real life references so the makeup makes a difference but don't define the features by themselves. Still, though, I utilize makeup up a LOT. [remember that if you use Nraas, you can layer makeup. Right-clicking makeup will also remove it if it's applied :)]

Here's the last sim i posted about when removing makeup:

no nosemasks really replicates the face-claim's nose (too shiny at the lower part) but it'll do 🤷‍♀️

Freckles, eyebags, highlighters, face shadows, pores, nosemasks, etc are all great!!

The way you move your sliders WILL effect how these look, so don't rely on makeup that adds super-specific detail or goes over an area you know is a jumbled mess because of sliders!

I do have a mess of recommendations and wcifs for skins and makeup. replies tag | wcif tag

[also I love compiling wcif cc lists for my sims it's great]

Finally, I appreciate your comment about my sims, mainly because I know they're not ever really exact copies or as close as I want to be to their real life counterparts, so thanks!! I've seen fellow simmers get really good results without messing as much as I do and I love when people can make really good maxis match likenesses because it's just so damn cool! It's truly a talent. I'm not one of those lucky few, but I like to try my way at it anyway. After what feels like some good progress I'll post a pic here. Even after doing this forever I don't feel like I'm an expert or can get good results in a shorter amount of time, but it's just fun to see the progression (or regression) of how my sims look.

#long post #replies #no tutorials just rambling and vibes~~~~

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mejomonster · 3 years ago

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If u want that pointy eyeliner look please buy urself one of the pointy tip eyeliner pens. Save urself if u cannot draw on ur face well ToT

One of these babies. Most eyeliner brands make em so buy whatever brand/color u like. They also come in thicker versions if u want real thick wing eyeliner

You just draw a line out from your outer eye, following the curve of it. So either from corner of bottom eyelid and curved (so straight if you want a straight line), or as a line from the corner in whatever angle u want the wing to be. Until it's as long as u want. Then u connect to the tip, and draw a line back to the top of ur eye where u want the line to stop. If u like a thin wing eyeliner, ur first sweep out from ur eye curve will be all u gotta do. Alternatively if you want you can just trace the top of your eye edge (starting wherever you want it to start so I usually pick the middle of my eye or near the outer edge) and then draw out a little line at the end in the angle you like. If you want thicker eyeliner you can just keep adding to the top line from end point to beginning point. Or you can draw a line from end point of the wing to the inner corner of your eye and just fill it in (very e girl big winged eyeliner), or draw a line from your chosen start point (like middle of eye) to end of wing, then fill in. But again if you got a pen tip to your eyeliner, you may not have to draw and fill in at all - the first sweep of eyeliner will probably the entire shape in one go and you're done.

So like this if you want a huge wing. And depending on your eyeliner brush thickness, you can get an eyeliner like below in one sweep (and the style above can be done in one sweep if you buy a Thick felt tip eyeliner pen so again you can avoid having to draw).

This above can be one sweep from the middle or edge of your eye and upward at angle of your choice (I usually follow my bottom eyelid angle like the pic above does). Then ur done. One quick line drawn and ur done.

This one above can also be drawn in one sweep. Either with a thicker eyeliner pen, or you draw out the wing. Then you draw from wing tip to your inner eye corner in a straight line. And you usually don't have to fill it in cause the eyeliner pen is thick enough it fills it in as you swipe.

Like.

If you want to use liquid eyeliner yes you're gonna have to draw every point. But if you use one of the felt tip pen eyeliners? They're already shaped with a point and a thickness as you draw, so it's very easy to get stable edges and perfect points. It makes eyeliner take less than a minute if you're just doing a small wing, and only a couple minutes max if you're doing a big huge wing like e girls (giving you a couple minutes because bigger wings have more room to accidentally draw one at a different angle or mess up the point as you make it longer and longer lol and then u might need to wipe one off and redraw it the same angle and shape as the other).

Also while I'm at it. For a non winged eyeliner look, pencil eyeliner is great. You can buy it as a thick pencil (for a more thick smudged eyeliner look) or a thin pencil (for eyeliner to be around your eye edges just outlining mainly). Just like the felt tip pen liquid kind above, you can draw and if they're sharpened you'll likely have an okay time doing wings etc if desired (though the effect will look more smudged/blurred than liquid eyeliners), or thickening the lines as desired. But for just a basic eyelined look you can just take any pencil eyeliner, and Trace the edge of your eyeline. On the top start where you'd like (I like to start in middle cause I don't like my inner corners to have eyeliner) and then trace to the edge of your eye. Draw out a bit further if you want a wing. Then from the outer edge on the bottom, trace the undereye edge to add color there if you want (again I tend to just put eyeliner on the outer lower corner to the middle, but you can do it all the way to the inner corner). And bam you're done. All you have to do is trace the edge of your eyes. Also pencil eyeliners often come in a lot more rainbow colors which is fun

#rant #makeup #mainly this is for like #if y have never tried felt tip eyeliners #cause oh man is it a difference between one quick sweep and ur done #versus bottle based liquid eyeliners where you have to work muchhhhh harder to achieve straight consistent lines #eyeliner #i am not a makeup expert thus is like middle school level expertize so likr #if ur a makeup pro this aint gonna apply to u #i dont even know how coverup works or why concealer exists or why primer exists or how those combin3 #another quick af makeup tip for very lazy smoky eyes #pick a light colof and a dark one. u can pick medium colors in middle too if u want but lazy version #u put a dark eyeshadow color following middle to edge of top eyelid. bring it up about to that part where your eye creases #or where yr eye would rest underneath basixally if ur eyes wete closed #then take the light color eyeshadow and put in inner corner. and sweep a bit right under ur outer edge of eyebrow #then blend with fingers ot keep dragging the dark or light color out closer until they meet and blend as desired #if u have middle colors they can go in middle of ur eyelid between light and dark color #so u got a gradient of inner eye light. middle eyelid medium. outer eyelid dark color. ans a bit #of lighter color right above the dark portion to right ynder ur eyebrows. which helps create contrast #the light portion under eyebrows to inner cornee can be extended to touch if u wish.#portion under eyebrow is optional and works best as a highlighter or neutral lightwr colot that #looks similar to ur skin so it is less of a contrast to ur skin #so the smoky eye looks to be a dark color blending into ur skin. but the lighter color isnt quite ur skin so it creates contrast #the lighter color doesnt have to match skin just be less pigmented so it shows more of ur natural skin underneath/is less intense than the #other color u oicked.#so for example i do: bubblegum pink inner eye and lightly patted under eyebrow outer edge #then blood red outer half of eyelid on top. and a lirtle red just underneath outer edge of bottom eyelid #its doesnt match my skin tone but the pink is easier to fade/put on less of so it gradienrs into my skin tone. compared to the blood red #so if u did blue ud do like silver or grey for the inner corner #and if u dont want color to go up to eyebrow just dont add the under eyebrow portion

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makeup-manifestation · 3 years ago

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Time for another tutorial! Continuing on with the ToT boys, our next inspiration comes from detective/secret agent/general ray of sunshine, Luke Pearce!

I’m going to admit that I went with Luke next just to get him out of the way, not because I don’t love him but because I know that I would have difficultly coming up with a proper design for him, especially because his color scheme is kind of difficult to translate into eyeshadow without it looking weird or muddy. I sort of agonized over it for a bit, and originally I was going to go with something that drew a bit more inspiration from Peanut and the yellows that he is often associated with in promo art. But then, I made a mistake that eventually turned into something better! I when I was putting on my makeup this morning (because I often do these looks and do outfits to match them and wear them to class) I had taken my brush and taken some of my yellow, but when I started putting it on I thought “huh, this is looking more orange than I remembered.” And then I realized what happened. I had been messing around and experimenting last night because I was trying to see if I could recreate the freckles that the main character’s virtual avatar has from the movie Belle, because I’m going to see it tomorrow (this experiment failed, if I were to do it I properly would probably need a smaller brush or red graphic eyeliner), and I had forgotten to wipe the red eyeshadow off of my brush. So, when I used it this morning, the leftover red mixed with the yellow to make this warm yellow-ish orange (my palette already has an orange but it’s a lot brighter and looks sort of like a traffic cone, it has its uses but not for this)! I then improvised with some other colors and came out with something that looked really nice when it was all blended. That’s enough blabber, sorry if this feels like one of those recipes in which the author tells their entire life story and prevents you from getting to that awesome soup recipe in a timely manner, on to the tutorial!

Products used/recommended! (If you don’t have these, use whatever alternatives you have that are close to the shades that I used! They don’t have to be expensive, tbh most of my makeup is drugstore, the only stuff that isn’t is like my foundation and concealer.)

Makeup Revolution Reloaded Euphoria Palette (in case you can’t tell this palette is probably going to be in most of my tutorials, I love it to death it’s so colorful and it’s super pigmented when you use primer, plus it’s normally under $10!)

Wet n Wild Comfort Zone Palette (horrible confession I bought this palette so long ago that the one I’m using is the old discontinued version. It still works though, plus I checked and the new version that is being sold now has all of the same shades plus a few more, so I say that it’s still worth a buy, especially if you want some softer earthy tones for more every day looks!)

I was finally able to make out the text on my eyeshadow primer and match it to the actual product! It’s the Wet n Wild photofocus eyeshadow primer!

Eyeshadow “C” Brush (e.l.f.)

Small Angled Brush (e.l.f.)

Here’s the diagram! Written instructions will be below!

1. Apply your eyeshadow primer to your eyelids and creases!

2. Alternate between using red and yellow (the shades labeled as “1” on the diagram) on your inner corners until they mix into a pleasant yellowish orange (make sure to wipe off your brush when you switch colors!)

3. Wipe off your brush and take some of the olive green (the shade labeled as “2” on the diagram) and apply it to the rest of your eyelid. Make sure to blend it properly with the orange!

4. Wipe off your brush and take some of the brown labeled as “3” on the diagram and apply it to your crease. Make sure to blend!

5. Typically I prefer to line my eyes with black, and I usually use a liquid liner, but this look was coming out looking a bit earthy so I decided to just line using the small angled brush in the brown labeled “4” on the diagram so it would come out softer!

And that’s the tutorial! Tbh I was trying to avoid being super long winded in my intro but I want to drop this story: so I’m really bad at small talk with strangers, so of course icebreakers make me want to throw myself out of a window. I was my first official stats class of the semester (and thankfully the last math class that I will have to take in my undergrad, woo!) and my professor said “okay so take like three minutes to introduce yourself to the people sitting near you”, and then everyone sitting around me turned to other people and started talking, and the one other person next to me was a TA, so I was too nervous to actually say anything to anyone or interrupt so I was just kind of sitting there like this:

My social ineptitude aside, I hope you guys enjoyed this tutorial, and happy pulling! Our next ToT boy will be Vyn!

If you want to make a request, check out my pinned post and then shoot me an ask!

Other ToT looks:

Marius: https://makeup-manifestation.tumblr.com/post/673614434674032640/okay-yall-its-time-for-the-first-official

#makeup manifestation #tears of themis #luke pearce #tot luke #luke pearce tears of themis #luke tears of themis #makeup #makeup tutorial #mihoyo #gacha games #gacha hell #xia yan

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kat-tamin · 3 years ago

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safe and sound

After Kat does something dangerous at work, Reader confronts Kat in the Cribs. Requested by @svufan9812

Ship: Kat x Detective!Reader

Warnings: gun mention, semi-public sex: fingering and oral

Word Count: 1663

“Fuck, he’s got a gun!”

You duck behind the wall, reaching blindly for Kat’s shoulder, dragging her into your body. You hold onto her as a bullet goes whizzing by, right where Kat was just standing.

She whirls towards you, with fire in her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” You gesture towards the perp, who you could sense was gone, probably running. You hope one of the other detectives will catch him first. “What are you doing? He’s trying to kill you!”

Kat peeks around the corner, her shoulders dropping as she realizes you let him get away. She grits her teeth. “Listen, rookie. I’m the senior here. You follow my lead.”

You cross your arms across your chest, squaring your shoulders. “Well, what if your lead is stupid? I’m not letting you get yourself killed, Tamin.”

“Whatever.” Kat stalks away from you, just as your radio buzzes. Captain Benson’s voice blares out: “Suspect in custody.”

Kat ignores you on the drive back to the station. You could feel the anger wafting off of her, like literal steam was coming out of her ears. Your partnership has been going good so far, probably because you listened to her, and did everything she told you to do. You never challenged her. She was your senior, and usually she knew what she was doing.

Something about this case got to her. As soon as you talked to the victim, you felt a slight shift to Kat’s demeanor. Her goal was to get justice, and you were scared she would do anything to get it. You felt her getting stubborn, almost reckless. Today proved you right.

And it scared you.

“You can’t ignore me forever.”

It was the wee hours in the morning. Your suspect finally confessed, but it was too late to call Carisi. Your perp would now be spending the night in the cage.

Captain Benson released you from duty, but Kat goes to the cribs, not to the locker room to get her stuff.

You follow her, your tired body running on hot cups of coffee. The exhaustion was making your brain mush, your mouth running faster than your mind.

You lean against the door frame. Kat was already sitting on a cot, slipping her shoes off. She groans quietly at the sound of your voice. She just wanted to pass out, put her aching body to rest.

“Can we deal with this in the morning?” she asks. You can see her brown eyes were bloodshot, with large black circles almost reaching her cheeks.

“No.” You shut the door, locking it behind you. You walk towards her, dropping down to the bunk directly across from her. You lean forward, clasping your hands together. “What’s wrong, Kat?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She shrugs off her blazer, leaving her in a simple black tank top. She knows you won’t leave it alone, but she had to try, on the off chance you would listen to her for once.

“I know you’re mad at me,” you say. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

She looks at you seriously. You expect her to say she’s not, but she answers honestly: “Yeah.”

“Because I didn’t let you get shot.” You raise your brow, rolling your eyes when she nods. “Well, sorry for saving your life. Next time, I won’t.”

“I could’ve gotten to him,” she says sharply. Blood rushes to her cheeks in anger. “And you should’ve listened to me! I’m your senior!”

“I don’t care if you’re the Captain!” Your voice rises to match hers. “If I see a member of my squad in danger, I’m going to pull them out!”

“I wasn’t in danger!” She stands, her hands curling into fists. She shouldn’t be yelling, but her irritation was spilling out of her. “I had my vest. I would’ve been fine!”

You spring to your feet, moving closer to her. “You would’ve been hurt! And I can’t see you get hurt!”

Kat freezes as your voice breaks. She shrinks into herself, the weight of your words hitting her.

“I care about you, Kat,” you continue in a quiet voice. Tears start to prick against your eyelids.

Kat hates it when you get emotional. You were her partner, and she had to take care of you. Any anger she had towards you vanished at the heartbroken look on your face. “C’mere.” She wraps her arms around you, bringing you close to her chest. She can feel the slight shake of your shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

She looks into your tear stained face, her heart breaking into a million pieces. “Sometimes I get too in my head. I don’t think.”

“Well, stop it,” you sniffle. “I- we can’t lose you.”

Kat catches your slip up and breaks into a small smile. Before you can say anything else, her lips are on yours, pressing into you. You kiss back, reminding yourself that Kat was here, she was safe.

Your tears run into Kat’s mouth, making her kiss you harder. Her hands are on your face, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. This little bit of tenderness stokes a fire within you, and your kiss grows heated.

You push her down on the bunk, crawling on top of her, your fingers slipping under her shirt. You trace the lines of her ribs, making Kat shiver. Her hands wind in your hair, pulling you closer.

Your hand moves down her leg, grabbing at the back of her thigh, opening her legs so you can crawl in between them. You touch her belt buckle, stopping your kiss to ask her: “Is this okay?”

Instead of answering, she helps you, shucking her pants and underwear off in one fluid motion. You vaguely hear the fabric hit the floor, her belt clanging against the bed, but you were too focused on Kat, now laying half naked under you. Your eyes turn dark, and Kat feels goosebumps erupt on her skin at your hungry gaze.

Your head dips between her legs, licking up the wetness that was smeared across her inner thigh. Your tongue makes contact with her clit, making Kat moan, loud and low. Your head whips towards the door, acutely aware of the shadows of people walking by.

“Kat,” you hiss under your breath. “You have to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” she murmurs, but she can’t help another moan from slipping out, as you make contact with her core again.

You shake your head as you sit up, the taste of Kat in your mouth.

“What? Where are you going?” Kat’s voice is needy, already feeling empty as you stand.

“Hold on.” You root along the floor, finding her underwear, snagged in her pants. You turn to her, a wicked grin across your face. “Open.”

Without complaint, Kat obeys: opening her mouth, accepting your offering of her panties. You press them into her mouth, and she slightly chokes at the fabric against her tongue.

“Now, you’ll be quiet.” You settle back between her legs, licking a long stripe up her cunt. Kat groans, muffled by the panties in her mouth. Her hands go back to your hair, pressing you closer to her cunt.

Her hips buck when you meet her clit, your tongue circling the small bud. Her grip on your hair grows tighter, as she presses her cunt to your tongue, over and over. Her moans turn to whimpers as she grows closer to the edge, your tongue fucking in and out of her.

The throbbing between your own legs grows, and you have to grind yourself against the scratchy sheets for a little relief. You wish you weren’t at work so you could hear Kat when she finally comes, wetness rushing into your mouth.

When she finally collapses against the bed, you move your head. You take out the panties, soaked with drool, replacing it quickly with your mouth. She kisses you back, tasting herself on your tongue.

She moves her hand between your bodies, finding the seam of your pants. She rubs you through the fabric, swallowing your groan with her mouth. Your chest rubs against her, your nipples sensitive through your bra.

Her hand finally dips under your waistband, and you blush at the gasp that escapes her, Kat feeling how wet you already were. Your clit is swollen, and the slightest brush of her fingertips shoots ecstasy down your spine. Her other hand grips your hip, hard enough to leave marks. You know you’ll admire them in the shower tomorrow morning, before your hands move to where Kat’s are now.

Your centre is hot, so wet, two fingers slipping in easily. Her thumb circles at your clit, her hand burning at the stretch. The discomfort is worth it, when you moan, your face buried into her shoulder.

Kat dips into your warm, silky entrance and curls her fingers upwards, as her thumb continues the circle around your clit. She pumps into you, and she can feel your body shake with every thrust. She hits a spot deep within you, and you cum, clutching painfully at Kat’s body.

Your thoughts go blank, only thinking about the long, almost never-ending orgasm that Kat’s drawing out of you. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through you until you are still, breathing hard against her neck.

Kat removes her fingers from you, and you whine at the emptiness, wanting her to stay there for as long as possible.

“We can’t stay here,” Kat whispers into your ear, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You tilt your head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. “My place?” you murmur against her lips. She nods, but you don’t move, reluctant to spoil the moment.

“Few more minutes,” Kat says, wrapping her arms around you, bringing you close again. You kiss her sweeter, relishing the taste of her.

As long as she was with you, she was safe.

#kat tamin #kat tamin x reader #svu #smut #fanfic #*

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yukidragon · 4 years ago

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Our Life Snippit - Charity Begins at Home

It is time for another Our Life: Beginnings & Always novelization snippet. This time it’s Step 3, so spoiler warning for anyone who hasn’t gotten that far in the game yet, but why haven’t you? The game is great, free, and if you’re looking for fandom content, why not finish the official stuff first before reading my first draft? Oh well, I won’t tell you how to live your life.

Anyway, enjoy this little slice of sweet and spicy vanilla make outs between Cove and Jamie in Charity. Be aware, this particular scene can get pretty steamy in the game, and I took great pleasure in cranking up the heat. Don’t worry though, I cut it off before parts that skirt dangerously close to NSFW. (Those will have to wait for the actual chapter when I eventually start posting this story on AO3.)

Thanks, as always, for @gb-patch for the inspiration and the treasure that is this game and Cove Holden.

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Cove tenderly stroked Jamie’s cheeks, which grew warmer under his caress. Her skin was so soft, tempting him to touch her more. The smile on her face invited him to continue, to let the heat between them grow with desire. He couldn’t help but shyly clear his throat, unable to bring himself to outright state how much he wanted to touch her.

Jamie leaned into Cove’s hands as he delicately traced her face. The feeling was deliciously warm. When his thumb brushed across her lips, a thrill ran through her, and she made sure to place a kiss on him there. He sucked in a breath at the action, and her smile grew. She took his hand in both of hers so that she could trace his thumb with her lips, marking a trail of kisses to his palm before paying attention to each of his fingers in turn in the same way.

Cove watched Jamie in adoration. Each kiss she gave him sent little shivers all the way down his arm. Such loving attention made him feel truly cherished.

“Cove…,” Jamie whispered against his skin. She looked up into his widening eyes and spoke a little louder, her voice still hushed but intentionally laced with her longing and desire. “Cove.” She drew closer to whisper directly into his ear, her lips barely brushing against him there as she spoke. “Cove.”

A delicious shiver ran through Cove, making him weak in the knees. He had to readjust his hold to Jamie’s shoulders to get a more solid grip and remain upright. He kneaded her shoulders a little in encouragement and gasped when she placed a proper kiss on his ear.

Jamie leaned back a bit as she threaded her fingers through his hair, reveling in the feel of those soft seafoam green strands. His hair felt even softer than usual, and she smiled at the reminder of how much extra care Cove took to look nice for this special night. She was limited only by the ponytail holding up a good portion of his hair as she alternated between savoring the softness of his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

Cove leaned into her touch, tilting his head closer to hers. Their lips met, the touch feather light and too brief to be a true kiss, but enough to send sparks flying between them. The reason for its brevity was because he was mumbling something, too soft for Jamie to hear, but she supposed he wasn’t sure what he was saying right now either. He was lost in the moment, reveling in her touch, and she was only too happy to continue making him feel so good for a while longer.

Another almost kiss followed, then a third, and by the fourth Jamie couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She let her hand rest at the back of his head and guided him to her to kiss him properly. Cove welcomed the kiss eagerly, his hands coming to rest at the back of her head again to cradle her gently.

The kiss started off soft, but quickly grew hot and wet. It was delicious, full of sweetness that they offered freely only to each other. It was all too easy for the two of them to lose themselves as they drank deeply of that sweetness, never quite getting enough of it. They only separated when the desire for that sweetness lost out to the need for air.

Jamie panted hotly, gulping down oxygen as she looked at Cove through heavy lidded eyes. The kiss left her dazed in the best of ways, and she grinned at her boyfriend once she recovered her senses a bit.

Once Cove caught his breath, he beamed at Jamie and kissed her again in a brief but solid stamp of his affection.

The almost childish giddiness on Cove’s face made Jamie giggle softly. Playfully, she returned the gesture, giving his lips a quick kiss. Before it could lead to another or grow into something deeper, she moved on to kiss each of his flushed cheeks. A giggle escaped him as well when she moved on to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

As Jamie brushed back his bangs with one hand to give her room to draw a line of kisses across his forehead, she felt Cove slide his arms around her lower back, pressing their bodies closer. The small pleased noises he made with each kiss she peppered all over his face were so precious and encouraged her to kiss him even more. Next, she moved on to take advantage of his closed eyelids and brushed her lips across them delicately. After another pass over his cheeks, she finished off her exploration by kissing each corner of his mouth before properly pressing their lips together once more.

Cove was only too eager to show Jamie his appreciation for the tender attention she lavished upon him by deepening the kiss. She made a small moan into his mouth in appreciation and eagerly responded in kind.

When Jamie felt his fingers trace along her spine, she arched up into Cove instinctively and let out a gasp that abruptly ended the kiss. For a moment she had to catch her breath as she focused on how close they were now, keenly aware of how hot and firm his body was through the thin material of her pajamas and the way his hands blazed a trail of fire along her skin.

More. She wanted more.

Jamie placed her hands against her boyfriend’s shoulders, gripping him solidly there as she gently pushed him back. Cove barely had a moment to wonder if it was a signal they were stopping already when he realized she was advancing on him with purpose while simultaneously urging him backwards. His eyes widened as he saw the way her dark blue eyes gazed deeply into him, shining with such desire that he couldn’t help but feel it deep in his core. It left him helpless to do anything but follow her lead.

When Cove felt his back make contact with the wall, a squeak escaped him as he realized exactly what Jamie had in mind.

For a moment the pair stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. Jamie kept her attention focused up on his flushed face as she waited for the shock to melt away. As badly as she wanted Cove, she refused to let that make her careless with him and his limits. Her grip on him was deliberately light, easy enough for him to push her back if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

Although his body was tense in this position, it was far from a bad sort of tension, and Cove had no intention of discouraging Jamie from continuing whatever she had planned next. Instead, he took advantage of the new position, bracing himself against the wall so that he could lift one of his legs. Slowly, he rubbed his knee against the inside of her leg as he tried to offer his girlfriend an encouraging smile, though his mouth wobbled a little from bashfulness that he couldn’t quite shake despite his bold action.

It was an unexpected move, one that left Jamie shivering deliciously as she took a moment just to focus on the feeling of his knee caressing her inner thigh. Cove skirted so close to where she burned hottest, so much closer than he had ever dared before. It sent a thrill through her to her core and left her aching for more.

Jamie leaned in closer to Cove, nuzzling into his neck. She smiled against his skin as she heard his breathing quicken. She kissed him there, eliciting a quick gasp from her boyfriend that turned into a long sigh. The sounds enticed her into placing more kisses all along his throat, lingering longer on the spots that made his breathing hitch and turn a little ragged.

The attention was wonderful, but not so distracting that Cove was content to remain idle. His hands wandered lower, skirting close to dangerous territory. He couldn’t bring himself to trace his girlfriend’s spine to the end, but he could shift the path his hands took to more familiar territory. Jamie made a pleased noise against his skin that turned into a moan when he began to stroke her thighs slowly.

Jamie brought her legs together on instinct, wrapping them around her boyfriend’s thigh. His leg was still moving despite the confinement, and so were his hands. It felt good, so good, but also maddeningly enticing. Cove was stoking the fire in her until she feared like she might melt from the heat, yet she ached for more.

Jamie barely resisted the urge to grind against Cove directly as he skirted so daringly close to where she ached for his touch most, arching into him. However, she couldn’t fight the lusty moan that escaped her, shaped around his name. “Cove…”

Oh. Oh. That sound was new.

Cove loved to hear Jamie say his name, but the way she did that time was different. It left his knees weak, and he was grateful for the wall’s support to brace him, as he wasn’t sure he could remain standing without it. It also made his already too confining dress pants feel almost unbearably tight.

Cove very much wanted to hear Jamie moan his name like that again.

#Our Life Beginnings & Always #Our Life #ourlifeba #Cove Holden #Jamie Last #Jamie Leimomi #My Writing

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mccall-me-maurice · 4 years ago

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The fic idea nobody asked for but me: Simon doing Roger’s makeup

Pairing: Simon x Roger, Implied Jack x Ralph

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment

Roger likes to think he’s gotten pretty good at doing makeup. It has been a constant hobby since he was 15. He usually just wears eyeliner, seeing as it was the easiest thing to put on his face in a small amount of time. It also suits his look.

Recently, his friends have been teasing him about it for months on end, Ralph finding it hilarious that Roger actually spent time on his appearance. Not that nobody else in the house wore makeup, they pretty much all did, but Roger of all people seemed to come as a pleasant shock to them. He had initially flipped Ralph off, silently sending Jack a look that screamed help me. Jack had then laughed at him, in classic Jack manner, and retreated to his room, loud enough to wake the only other housemate, Simon.

Perhaps it was because Roger worked at a beat up club that he just enjoyed the darkness on his eyelids as the shitty blue lights hit them. He really didn’t have an explanation. He never had thought he needed one. Nobody saw him put it on, and nobody saw him without it. He usually only saw the other 3 housemates between shifts when he was scrambling for food and then running out the door. Simon, Jack, and Ralph had never been really active with Roger anyways, it wasn’t a super big deal.

However, today was different. Roger couldn’t seem to fall into his very simple routine, starting the eyeliner over time and time again. He ended up swearing violently and facing the fact that he desperately needed someone else to do it. He went looking for his closest friend, but Jack had recruited Ralph to put makeup on his face, the blond scoffing at every given time when Jack flinched, so he couldn’t rely on the redhead anymore. In fact, Ralph looked so concentrated on Jack’s face that the raven haired boy was actually too intimidated to interrupt them. Just to ensure he didn’t get a brush in the eye, because Ralph did get very violent at times. Which meant Simon. Roger wasn’t even sure if the boy would talk to him, let alone help him. It was no secret Simon’s lifestyle differed heavily from his. Between lip rings, dark eyeshadow, and tattoos, he was basically everything the softer boy hated. But he was faced with no choice because if he didn’t get his eyeliner done, and soon, he wouldn’t be ready to go out with Ralph and Jack.

So he approaches the tan boy’s door, heartbeat in his ears and lays two very soft knocks on the wood. It’s opened almost immediately and Simon is standing there, a smile on his lips that quivers when he sees who is at the door.

“Roger? You usually don’t knock. Or talk to me at all… What’s up?” Simon leans against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. The raven haired boy just inhales, trying not to break under the somewhat scrutinising gaze. He really doesn’t want to snap at Simon, but with the look he’s getting, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last. Although, he’s always been one to assume with the boy. Simon was just someone he could never figure out, from the day they met till this very moment. He would never ever know how Simon Cortés felt, and it annoyed him more than anything on this planet ever could.

“Just want to ask a favour. Do you know how to do eyeliner?” The look in the shorter boy’s eyes softens almost immediately, as if he was on edge before. Like Roger would hurt him. Now, he’s loosened his stance and is even giving the other boy what could be a genuine smile. He steps aside and for the first time since they’ve moved in together, Roger walks into Simon’s room.

He really doesn’t know what he expected, but whatever it was it’s what he got. Little succulents line his windowsill, sunlight streaming through the windows. His curtains are lace at the bottom, so dainty that Roger wonders where he could’ve possibly bought them. Everything else about the room follows the theme. The area above his bed has a ginormous collage of photos, taking up the entire wall. Roger doesn’t remember taking them, but there are photos with him, Jack, Ralph, and Simon in it. Simon clearly took it, because he’s closest to the camera and is mid-laughter, Jack is also laughing, but in between his teeth is an apple slice that also sits between Ralph’s, who’s smiling like a fool. And for some reason, Simon’s gaze is on Roger, who is throwing a peace sign up and giving him one of the only smiles Roger’s ever given anyone. It’s a really nice photo, and Roger is tempted to take it. But his gaze gets caught on a section of photos of Roger, all at the club he works at. He has to admit he looks really good under the lights, but it doesn’t explain why Simon took the photos. He didn’t even realise the boy had kept them, he had just asked Roger to pose and took a couple polaroids. Everything else is people Roger has met in passing, Sam and Eric, Peter, and Percival. He never really cared enough to get to know them outside of a ‘hello’. But they all seem so happy up on Simon’s wall that he wonders if the boy himself is their source of joy.

“Lay down on the bed, I’ll go grab my eyeliner from the bathroom. And a couple of makeup wipes because I might mess up once or twice.” Simon gestures to the strawberry comforter that lines his bed and leaves Roger alone in the room, the bathroom door wide open as he rummages through drawers. The older boy does as he’s told, lying down on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling. There are little cracks and crevices in it, probably because the house is older than all of them. Roger’s hands clasp over his stomach and it occurs to him that he has no idea why Simon didn’t ask him to sit upright. It’s how Ralph always does Jack’s makeup, so he can get a better view of the boy's face and complete control. Unless Simon is planning on doing it from the sides, which makes a little sense but his bed is pressed against the wall.

“Can I sit on you?” Roger almost bolts upright from the shock of Simon’s words. It’s an innocent question, but the raven haired boy has no fucking idea what he could mean.

“Um. Sure?” Simon closes Roger’s eyes with his fingers, and weight is applied to the boy’s middle, what the younger one meant finally hitting him. He can’t see Simon, but his best guess is that he’s straddling Roger, leaning forwards so he can get the best angle. It’s horribly cliché, but knowing Simon, his intentions are pure and he doesn’t mean anything romantic by it.

“You have really nice eyes. I mean like. For makeup application. Mine are more hooded so nothing really shows up all that well. Not to mention you just have a nice face. Sorry, you probably can’t respond right now.” Roger exhales harshly to mimic laughter, trying to stay as still as he can so Simon can do whatever he needs to. A brush is pressed against underneath his eye and what he assumes is pigment is spread around.

“Look up. Like open your eyes and look up.” Roger does as told, seeing Simon’s concentrated stare before he does it. He really wants to talk to Simon, but his mouth stops working and all he can do is focus on the soft brush strokes. So Simon fills the silence for him. “I’m assuming Ralph is working on Jack and that’s why you came to me. Probably for the better, Jack doesn’t know what looks good under those lights. Not that I do, I just have photos for reference of what does and doesn’t work. But you know, whatever works and whatever doesn’t. Did you notice you look good with red and orange underneath your eyes? Like a blushy colour. Makes your eyes pop.” He doesn’t mind Simon’s rambles, with the occasional gentle fingers over his eyelids to close them. He’s actually quite entertained by the boy as he happily draws a line of black over Roger’s eyelid.

“And instead of eyeliner on the bottom, I’ll do a charcoal colour because it. Looks. Better.” Roger smiles and almost immediately regrets it because he has no idea whether he just messed the poor boy up or not. He lets his face relax again, praying Simon wouldn’t be offended by the lack of a reaction. Instead, the tan boy taps his cheek twice, which means he needs to open his eyes, and looks down at him, smiling. They’re uncomfortably close, seeing as Roger usually doesn’t let even Jack get within a foot of his face. Simon is about 6 inches away and the raven haired boy can see everything. How the green in his eyes mimics the trees in a forest, the dimple on Simon’s left cheek that shows up whenever he smiles, the faint blush dusted across his nose, how strands of his hair are falling down his face, everything. He’s sure the boy can see everything about his face too, but he’s been looking at it for some time now. Roger has barely opened his eyes, and when he does he certainly wasn’t looking at Simon. More like up at the top of his bed.

“It looks good. A real shame you’re going to wash it off later.” He shifts from Roger’s waist to grab a mirror and hold it up, letting the raven haired boy finally see what he had done. And Roger’s breath is taken away. Everything that he doesn’t like about how he looks seems to have disappeared. He’s honestly baffled at how good his roommate is at doing makeup, because he’s never seen Simon in any. “I did eyeliner, eyeshadow on the underneath of your eyes in that coral colour I was talking about, and smoked out the harsh lines of the eyeliner a little bit with the charcoal colour. Then I put little dabs of white in the inner corners and on the brow bone. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime! It’s a shame you’re going with Ralph and Jack. I mean, they were planning on going out with all 3 of you, but I kinda wish you could stay. Maybe it would make the house feel less lonely, y’know? Plus they’re kind of in that awkward flirting stage. More power to you for going with them, I could never put up with the longing stares and the footsie from across the table. Think I’d snap at them to get it over with if anything.” Simon shifts himself off of Roger, the area feeling oddly cold now that the other boy’s body heat left him. Roger sits up, watching as Simon makes his way to the bathroom to put everything away.

“I um. I could always stay. I don’t really like being with them either. The whole flirting thing makes me feel sick too. Maybe we could just… throw a movie on my laptop and make some popcorn?” Simon beams at him like Roger never thought anyone could and the butterflies in his stomach finally make an appearance. But no, he doesn’t like Simon. Not like how Jack likes Ralph. Just friends. Just friends.

“I’d love to! But then I did your makeup for nothing.” Simon gives him a small pout, almost as if he really wanted Roger to show off his face to the world. As if he really wanted everyone else to see what he had done, how he had turned a solid 6 into a 10.

“I mean, the person who did it should be the person who gets to see it the most, right?” Simon stares at Roger, eyes crinkled from his smile before, in one swift movement, pecking both of the boy’s cheeks. His lips are impossibly soft and Roger can’t breathe, his heartbeat is right there in his ears and his face is probably bright red. Simon looks up at him, a look in his eyes that just seems euphoric. He gives Roger a soft smile, green eyes meeting purple ones.

“I think you’re right. It should only be me.”

Okay, so maybe they’re more than ‘just friends’.

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