Thankmas Is Such A Wild Time 😂

Save me punk Tom Hanson save me

Lyle Rath Core

Shabbat Shalom!!

Happy Hanukkah

they are so in love it's actually disgusting.

For them I might even step out of my comfort zone and write something else than x Reader

its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

Alright everyone

I'm back on my 21 Jumpstreet Bullshit

Maybe I'll write some fanfictions - or maybe not.

Maybe I'll just keep posting GIF's and swooning over Tom Hanson

Gamemaxxing like crazy rn

Red Lipstick

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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: Ryan realizes that he doesn't hate Makeup that much

Warning: None

A/N: The first time writing Fanfiction in a looong time so I hope it is not as bad

He felt uncomfortable seeing her with a full red lip for the first time.

Usually he loved to feel her kisses on his body but now there was a certain unease filling the air.

She looked stunning of course, it would be foolish of him not to admit to that, yet he couldn't help the fear of her kissing him like this.

"How do I look?"

He scoffed internally, what kind of question even was that? How could a literal goddess be concerned about her looks?

Ryan merely gave an awkward but reassuring smile and muttered something about her "not looking too bad". Affection wasn't his strong suit so to speak.

The playful smile plastered onto her cherry red lips eased his mind. He was always scared she wouldn't catch up on his weird way of complimenting, scared she might think that he didn't love her when that couldn't be more far from the truth.

And the she walked toward him.

Putting her arms around his neck, her lips were only mere inches away from his face and when she leaned in, he flinched away. Immediately regretting it when he saw a little glimmer of hurt in her eyes.

He had never told her about it.

"Sorry I-" he started, not really knowing how to continue yet she waited patiently. She could have just gone off on him, what a terrible boyfriend denied his girlfriend a simple kiss? But she stood there, visibly hurt but waiting, giving him the time he needed to think.

Her perfume was intoxicating, further clogging his mind, he wanted, no, needed to kiss her so bad, have her hands up in his hair, if he just wasn't so uncomfortable with the sensation of how that lipstick would feel on his skin.

"I just-" he closed his eyes, trying to stop the thoughts continously coming into his mind.

"I don't really like how makeup feels on my skin.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flinch"

And then she simply smiled and hugged him closer to her.

Ryan couldn't understand himself and why right then and there his eyes watered. It really wasn't a big deal, he didn't have a trauma or deadly phobia but maybe it was just the gentleness that got to him.

"May I kiss you once though? I'll wipe it off immediately" she gestured to a napkin she pulled out of her purse.

Still feeling uneasy, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes as she got closer to him.

The kiss she planted on his jaw felt weird, it was gentle, warm and yet the lipstick felt weird on his skin, he felt how it sticked to him.

Resisting the urge to wipe it off with his hand, he simply looked at her expactantly. She raised her hand and just as she was about to wipe the stain off of his jaw she sighed for a second, earing a confused look from Ryan.

"It's a shame, you look beautiful like this"

"You can do another one"

He didn't know what came over him but he thought that for her he would stick through the uncomfortable sensation. He would do anything for her.

Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, her kiss sending shivers down his spine, letting him feel things that weren't ideal when you were invited to a dinner party in just a few minutes.

Her dreamy sigh at the sight of him colored him curious. Ignoring his inital fear he walked over to the mirror, holding her hand.

And then something inside him changed.

Her lipstick, a little smeared but still clearly on his jaw and neck, indicating exactly what she did with him and where.

Thoughts of her lipstick all over his white shirt that he had specifically picked out for today clouded his mind, he wanted her to mark him up and he couldn't even understand why he suddenly felt this way.

"You like it?" She smirked

Ryan turned to her, more shy than he had ever been before.

"More?"

Now it was her turn to be surprised but in a matter of seconds, her lips were on his skin once again and he looked at the two of them in the mirror. She held his head in with both of her hands, one tracing his jawline with a featherlight touch and her hot breath on his skin made him feel lightheaded and as if his knees would give in at any moment now.

His button up was colored red at the collar already and then she kissed him on the lips, long and wanting for more.

They probably wouldn't make it on time anymore.

As they released from each other, gasping for air , he stole another look at himself in the mirror.

Maybe he could excuse lipstick from now on.

{ I am not shaming anyone it's just not for me 😭 }

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