summary ; you see a tiktok trend and decide to see if you boyfriend will help you participate in it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; soft jj, kissing, video filming, hp & family guy references

a/n ; my first public writing, hopefully ppl see this. if y’all do send requests? i think you can do that.. but enjoy <3

— tiktok in question —

scrolling on tiktok with kie sitting next to you, you came across a video of a girl putting makeup on her best friends face. you let out a small giggle at the thought of your boyfriend with mascara and pretty pink lips.

“what’s funny?” kie asked turning to peek at your phone.

you showed her the video and got up to go find your beloved boyfriend, who coincidentally, had just walked into the room.

“jj, can you help me with something?” you looked at him with pouty lips and sparkles in your eyes only he could see

he lifted a brow and grinned as he looked at you, knowing you were up to something, “it depends on what that something is, baby,”

kie let out a quiet laugh from behind you as she threw your phone towards him, letting him watch the video you previously showed her. knowing you’d be able to convince him happy or not, you started searching through the drawers of your vanity in hopes of having your makeup bag in one of them.

“no way,” jj scoffed with a shake of his head, “you’re not putting makeup on me.”

giving a knowing look to kie, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

this is where the fun began.

after 10 minutes of begging, smacking, pecks to the cheek and tugging, you finally managed to convince your lover to let you do his pretty boy makeup.

you sat on the counter of your bathroom sink with jj standing in between your thighs with his eyes looking straight at you.

“don’t give me that look” he said with a quick eye roll

you smiled as you uncapped the ‘better than sex’ mascara in your hands, “roll your eyes and i’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”

“wand? what are you a witch?” he replied with a soft grin. you lifted his chin and softly ran the inked bristles across his long lashes. god those lashes of his you wish you had. why were men blessed with female preferred features?

“i am, i casted a love spell on you a couple years ago,” you laughed and scolded him for blinking shortly after.

he stared at you in silence, admiring your pretty eyes that tend to crinkle when you smile. the soft lips he kissed every morning he woke up next to you. your perfect nose that just seemed to fit your face structure perfectly. everything about you he fell in love with more by the second, minute, hour, and day.

jj was never good at english class, but ask him to write an essay about you and you’d get a 20 page google document.

getting sucked out of his thoughts as you painted his thin lips a soft shade of pink, “what’s on your mind, j?”

“nothing, just how powerful your spell is on me. did you go to hogwarts, baby?” he questioned with a smile, pushing the strands of hair that covered your pretty face behind your ear.

“fuck yeah, i was fighting dementors and shit” you answered while filling in his eyebrows and putting highlighter in the corners of his eyes.

you finished after another couple of minutes and while pulling out your phone to find the audio you were going to use, jj spoke up with a concerned tone in his voice,

“are you actually going to record me in this?!”

looking up from your phone to look at him you saw his filled in eyebrows furrowed, “duh, that’s the point of the trend, j” you stated.

you weren’t going to let his worried expression get to you because you knew you’d be able to kiss it away in a couple minutes.

he let out a whine in protest but you had already started the video, doing your part, you lip-synced

“do you or do you not feel bonita?”

and with a turn of the phone, the camera faced him and he slightly panicked not knowing what to say.

“you didn’t tell me what i’m supposed to say!”

your lips shaped into an ‘o’ and proceeded to explain how to do the tiktok.

once again, with the flip of the camera jj awkwardly worded his part

“...uhm i feel bonita”

“wonderful, because you look bonita!” you grinned and went back to your phone to caption and post the video

jj pushed your phone aside and placed his lips on yours, in desperate need of affection. you let out a quiet gasp as you were caught off guard but kissed him back anyways.

he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled away slowly. “do my lips feel prettier?”

you snorted, tilting your head in confusion

“y’know, because they look prettier, do they feel prettier?” he asked again, trying to explain his question

you placed another kiss on his lips and nodded, “yes they feel prettier, baby”

he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he peppered your face with kisses, leaving pretty pink marks on your glowing skin.

he smiled, pleased with the outcome of his make over.

a win is a win.

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WOAHHH FIRST WRITING HOW WAS THAT.??

hopefully people see this 😓

Makeup 2020 & 2021 Part 1 — kurtgaby

Makeup Part 1 — kurtartfactory

— Terry Gilliam

I would it be too weird to say that Andrew Garfield (even in a lady’s costume) wearing makeup looks too sexy for me? There’s something I can’t explain that makes he's looks absolutely gorgeous like this. He's gets so fucking hot and it's hard to explain why... 🥵🔥

Please don't give me a hard time about this. 🤭

Pairing: Harry Styles x Black!Reader

Summary: One night before you got out, Harry asks you to do his makeup.

Warning(s): None, just a lilfluffiestuffies <3

There were so many things about you that Harry adored. Your apartment was small but cozy, the air in your home felt a permanent hug stuck to his skin. Your house was sweet and warm, being his favorite place to be save his mum's place. Your cats Sandi and Melon roamed free, much like the wild animals that they are. Often after breakfast they disappeared for the day, coming back at the end of the day with gifts for their humans. Harry would never forget the day the pair dropped a dead frog on his chest. Where did they find a frog? You lived in the middle of the city, surrounded by nothing but concrete jungle so where the fuck did they find a frog?

You were beautiful. The kind of beautiful that made his heart ache because he wanted nothing more than to give you all the love in the world and sometimes he felt he couldn't do that. You were a beautiful that attracted the best of the world around you. The sun fell through your windows with soft rays, painting dancing rainbows on your floor. It could be the darkest day out, the pollution of the city clogging pores and the sun tucked into itself, and yet the brightest, chirpiest red bird would sit on your windowsill and sing away all blues. The people who flocked to your side were nothing short of remarkable, from the old Pakistani couple across the hall that gifted youflowers they grew in their garden, to the young mom and her character of a daughter who convinced you to play princesses whenever you babysat her, and ending at the Dutch woman who lived below you, you two taking part in a weekly trade of dishes and desserts.

You were soft. The kind of soft that made his heart melt when you did... pretty much anything. Your every movement made him love you eons more. You were his whole heart. Despite all of this, he was nervous. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched you apply your makeup, tucked away in your own little world. You sat criss-cross applesauce on your bathroom countertop, clad in a pair of dark plaid pants and a black bralette which exposed the spoon tattoo you allowed him to give you on your ribcage, humming a song from Hamilton under your breath. He knew that you would never judge him, but still his fingers twanged in nervousness as he prepared himself to speak to you.

“Lover?” He called quietly, pulling at his fingers as he waited for you to give him attention.

“H?” You called back, eyes flittering up to view him in the mirror. You immediately noticed that he was nervous. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“D’you think-uh- do you think you could do my makeup for tonight?” he asked, a shy smile on his face. 

You paused, turning your body to look at him. You almost lost your balance and fell doing this, causing Harry to rush forward to hold you.

“Don’t do that babes, gave me a fright,” Harry huffed, placing his hands firmly on your waist to stop you from sliding off the counter. 

“’M’sorry, didn’t mean to,” You said, wrapping your legs around Harry’s waist and pulling him closer into you. You raised your hands to cup his face, a wide grin on your own. 

“You’re going to let me make ya all pretty now? Promise I’ll do a good job,”

“I know, trust you,” 

You smiled up at him, pulling his face down to place a quick kiss to his pink lips. You then pushed him off you lightly, jumping off the counter to gather your supplies. 

“You go lay on the bed honeybun, I’ll be there soon” You instructed, earning a light ‘yes ma’am‘ from Harry. 

Once you had grabbed the extensive amount of makeup you owned, you made your way into the bedroom, finding Harry laid back on the bed, fumbling with his fingers as he waited for you. You smiled to yourself, making your way over to him. You climbed onto the bed, straddling Harry‘s hips and smiling up at him. Your fingers trailed over the butterfly on his chest in excitement, you being beyond prepared to make him up. 

“You ready babe?” You questioned, tapping his stomach lightly. Harry laughed lightly, grabbing your hands and squeezing lightly. 

“Make me look all pretty please!” He exclaimed smiling, a wide grin on his face. 

You nodded before pulling out a face palette. 

“I don’t have any foundation’s that’s going to match ya’, so you’re going in baseless, but I kinda like how looks so that’s all good,” You explained, pulling yourself up farther on his chest so you had easier access to his face. “I’m thinking we do like a bronzy, plumy, golden kinda look cause you’ve got those pretty green eyes and that’ll get ‘em to pop.”

“You’re the expert sweet pea, that sounds good,” 

You giggled again, before grabbing a brush and getting to work. You started with a bit of moisturizer, rubbing it into his skin as a primer. You brushed up his brows, gelling them in place, before making work on his eye shadow. It was definitely difficult with your lack of concealer for him, but it still worked. 

After the eyeshadow was done to your satisfaction, you grabbed a black liner, telling Harry to still his shifting hands so you could put it in his waterline. You giggled again as he blinked rapidly, placing another kiss to his lips. Next came the mascara, which only highlighted the beauty that were his eyelashes. Not fair...

“Smile,” you stated, pinching his side when he frowned instead. He cooperated, smile brightly so you could pop some blush onto his cheeks. After that, you grabbed a highlighter, using your pinky finger to highlight on his nose and cheekbones.

“Would you like a lip?” you asked, looking through your different lip glosses. “We can do a bit of a liner or something.” 

“Maybe a neutral pink color? I want it glossy please.” he responded after a few moments of thought. 

“I like the way you think Styles,” 

You lined his lips with a darker pink color, using  two fingers to blot the shade ‘honey brown’ to his lips. You layed a clear gloss over it, smiling brightly at how kissable he looked with his lips done. You sprayed setting spray over the work you had done, raising your hands in victory when you were done. 

“Wanna go see?” You asked excitably, rolling off of him so he could get up. He got up, walked up to the mirror on the side your wall, looking at his face in awe. 

His heart fluttered as he looked at his reflection, only speeding up when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.  

“Do you like what you see?” you asked, peeking to the side of his torso so you could be seen in the reflective surface. Harry stared at you through the mirror, smile wideing.