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Hello friends, online uni is still very hard even tho its my third semester online and i cannot focus for shit but here's another chap 😙✌

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT LAST CHAPTER, I'm glad all of you understand and i really really appreciate you ❤️❤️❤️ marry me pls

Disclaimer: the real Corpse Husband is not affiliated with this chapter and this is not a reflection of his character. This is all just for entertainment/reading purposes.

I've decided to remove his name from the smut and replace it with pronouns out of respect as to not sexualize him.

"Almost done..." Liv commented to herself, her tongue peaking outside her mouth. She sat on the floor in front of Corpse in his bedroom, his hand in hers with a nail paint brush in her other. She brushed a black polish with rainbow reflections across his nails, complimenting his rings perfectly. He looked like a hot goth boy. "Okay, done."

Corpse brought his nails up his his face, scrunching his brown eyes to see if there was any flaws or imperfections. He was wearing the black skirt Liv had gave to him and a dark grey sweater with a small clownfish in the center of it. The red strand in his hair was fading a bit, making it a pastel red.

When he decided his nails looked perfect, he flexed his fingers out in satisfaction.

"Your painting skills pass the test." He smiled, looking down adoringly at Liv. She sat with a knee underneath her and the other up to her chest, looking up to him. Her eyes twinkled at his approval. She was enveloped in one of his black tshirts and her favorite adidas pants, her feet covered in socks with cats on them.

"I didn't know my skills were being tested, I'm shit under pressure." Liv joked, putting the bottle of nail polish over on his desk. She got up, examining his outfit before scrunched her nose. "Hmmm, it's missing something."

Corpse watched as Liv's scrutinizing eyes drug up and down his body. He took the time to enjoy her presence standing in front of him. Her arms crossed in concentration, her hazel eyes squinted, her damp hair in low messy space buns, and her snake tattoo creeping out of his shirt. Corpse loved how her body looked encapsulated in his clothing, hiding away the curves and secrets under the fabric. The feeling of her body in the soft shirt against his palms made his head feel light and airy. He loved that she never took off the necklace that he gave her.

A light bulb went off in Corpse's head.

"Eye liner?"

Liv snapped her fingers with wide eyes.

"Eye liner." Then she disappeared quickly, leaving a scent of his body wash trailing after her. She came back in an instant, examining the liquid eye liner she found in his bathroom. Li thought aloud to herself. "How are we going to do this?"

Sitting there, carefully resting his hands behind him on the bed, he shrugged. Liv took a step forward the liner ready in her hand, and slowly put her legs on either side of him. The bed caved when it met her knees, but his legs kept her up.

Liv giggled at the sudden close contact, holding his jaw with her free hand. Butterflies exploded in her stomach when Corpse leaned in gently to kiss her cheek. Whenever she was with Corpse, new feelings for him always seemed to arise. Sure it was scary, but Liv had to reassure herself it was okay to feel these things. Especially with him.

"Close your eyes." Liv breathed out, her spearmint breath fanning across his face. He did as he was told, a ghost of a smile across his lips. With one hand holding Corpse's jaw, Liv used the other to draw a careful line across his eyelid with the liner. On both eyes, she created a perfect wing. It was a little difficult on the left eye, but she did her best. "Open."