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lev1hei1chou · 2 months

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Makeup Artists

Gojo x reader, Nanami x reader and Toji x reader (individual) Genre: fluff, comedy idk Words: 1.1k Synopsis: The trio attempt to do your makeup Masterlist

Life with the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was always an adventure. Today, however, was a different kind of adventure – Gojo had insisted on doing your makeup.

"You know, babe, I'm not sure about this," you chuckled nervously as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, Gojo rummaging through your makeup bag like a kid in a candy store.

"Don't worry, it's just a little fun. I'm practically a pro at everything, including makeup," he grinned confidently, while examining a tube of lipstick.

"You're a pro at everything, huh?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course! Now close your eyes and trust me," Gojo said with a wink, and you complied, suppressing a laugh.

He started with foundation, and surprisingly, he wasn't doing a bad job. His fingers moved with surprising precision, blending the makeup perfectly into your skin. You couldn't help but admit that his touch was gentle, even though his usual antics were far from it.

"See, I told you I'm great at this," he gloated, admiring his handiwork.

"Yeah, yeah. But the real challenge is the eyeshadow," you challenged, handing him a palette.

Gojo eyed the colors, looking as if he was about to perform a complex Jujutsu technique. After a moment of contemplation, he dipped the brush into a shimmery gold shade and carefully applied it to your eyelids.

"Looking good so far," you encouraged him, trying not to laugh.

As he continued, Gojo became more engrossed in the process. He even attempted to recreate the infamous blindfold pattern that adorned his eyes on your lids. It was obviously a bold move, but surprisingly, it didn't look half bad.

"Voila! The Gojo touch," he proudly declared, leaning back to admire his masterpiece.

You opened your eyes, examining the finished look in the mirror. Surprisingly, you were impressed. Satoru had managed to create a unique, bold makeup look that somehow suited you.

"You know what? I think I like it," you admitted, giving him a playful smile.

"Of course, you do. I'm Gojo Satoru, after all," he replied, smirking.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you found yourself at home with Kento Nanami, your boyfriend. As you lounged on the couch, an idea popped into your head.

"Kento, do you want to try something fun?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Define 'fun.'"

"I was thinking you could do my makeup," you suggested with a teasing smile.

Nanami's stoic expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Makeup?"

"Yeah! Just for fun. I think it'll be interesting," you said, getting up to get your makeup bag.

Nanami sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Fine. But don't blame me if it turns out poorly."

You handed him the makeup bag, and he examined its contents with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. As you sat in front of him, Nanami took a deep breath, preparing himself for this unexpected challenge.

He had battled curses, dealt with demanding people at work but doing someone's makeup? That was a new task.

"Let's start with foundation," you instructed, handing him the bottle.

Nanami carefully applied the foundation, his movements unsurprisingly careful. Despite his initial reluctance, he seemed to be getting into the task. As he continued, you couldn't help but appreciate the focused expression on his face.

"Okay, now for eyeshadow," you said, presenting the palette.

Nanami inspected the colors, selecting a neutral shade. With a gentle touch, he applied it to your eyelids, blending it expertly. You were impressed by his skill and concentration.

"See? I told you I could do it," he smiled, a faint hint of pride in his voice.

As he moved on to the eyeliner and mascara, you couldn't contain your laughter at the sight of Nanami, the serious salaryman, fully engrossed in the art of makeup application. Despite his initial hesitation, he seemed to be enjoying the unexpected bonding experience.

Finally, he finished the look with a subtle lip color. Nanami stepped back to admire his handiwork, and you turned to the mirror, genuinely surprised at the results. The makeup was tasteful, well-blended, and highlighted your features without being overly dramatic.

"You know, Nanami, you might have missed your calling as a makeup artist," you teased, giving him a playful wink.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let's not get carried away."

One random day, you found yourself in the company of Toji Fushiguro. As you sat at your vanity, surrounded by an array of makeup products, a thought crossed your mind. One that you probably should have ignored.

"Toji, do you mind doing my makeup for me?" you asked with a playful grin.

Toji glanced at you, a mix of surprise and skepticism on his face. "Makeup? Really?"

"Yeah, just for fun! It'll be interesting to see what you come up with," you replied, handing him a makeup brush.

Toji sighed, but there was a small smirk playing on his lips. "Fine. But if it looks terrible, I'm not to blame."

As Toji dipped the brush into the foundation, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the serious expression on his face. He applied the foundation with a level of intensity that was comically out of place for a makeup session.

"Easy, Toji, easy. You're not exorcising a curse," you teased, trying not to burst into laughter.

He shot you a deadpan look before moving on to the eyeshadow. Toji examined the palette, selecting bold and contrasting colors that made you raise an eyebrow. As he applied the vibrant shades to your eyelids, you couldn't help but wonder if he was aiming for a cursed technique-inspired look.

"Uh, Toji, maybe a bit less on the eyeshadow?" you suggested, trying to salvage the situation.

Ignoring your advice, Toji continued with determination, creating a look that could only be described as avant-garde – a unique blend of vibrant hues that clashed in the most spectacular way.

"Now, the eyeliner," he mumbled, holding up the pencil like a seasoned warrior ready for battle.

You winced as Toji attempted to draw precise lines, resulting in a series of squiggles and zigzags that resembled a cursed seal more than a makeup technique.

"Okay, I think that's enough," you said, struggling to contain your laughter.

Toji stepped back, admiring his masterpiece with a proud grin. The mirror reflected a chaotic blend of colors and lines that left you in stitches.

"Toji, I appreciate the effort, but I might need a little touch-up here," you chuckled, reaching for a makeup wipe.

He shrugged, an amused glint in his eyes. "I tried my best."

He really did attempt to navigate the world of makeup with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop.

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reddeaddamnation · 6 months

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"Possession vs Obsession" - Sub-Zero x reader x Scorpion- Chapter II

Summary: An arranged marriage between clans in the name of peace ironically disturbs the peace of the two brothers who find themselves in a new feud. This time between themselves. Betrayal and heartache had been destined for them since she entered their lives. Y/N of the Shadow-weaver clan, promised to Bi Han, future Grand Master of the Lin Kuei, stands in front of the difficult decision- to end the war between their clans or end the war within the Lin Kuei temple.

The morning rays of the sun tickled Y/N's skin as they shone through the cracks of the wooden window covers. The Shadow-weaver awoke from her slumber, annoyed from the light, turning in bed left to right, in an attempt to escape the sun. Alas, it was in vain. She opened her eyes and slowly observed her surroundings. Bi Han was nowhere in sight. Who knows how early he had left. For a moment she contemplated whether she preferred it this way. Seeing him once per day for less than an hour seemed agreeable, as she could forget he existed for the rest of the time, for the rest of her life. It's definitely better than his snarky remarks and reminders how much he didn't want to marry her.

A light knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. Thomas Vrbada, her smoke wielding friend from yesterday stood on the other side, beaming as if they hadn't woken up less than 10 minutes ago. "Good morning, Y/N!" He greeted. His smile was contagious. The girl smiled back, tired and greeted him back. "Father said we need to do our best to accommodate you and not leave you behind from everyone else. He said we all have to train equally, so that includes you, too. So today you can spar with me." Thomas explained. "But I can only fight with what I learned from my clan." Y/N was no stranger to waking up early to fight. Shadow-weaver training was in a way quite brutal if she had to be honest.

She remembered her first trials. Making her way through the pitch-black caverns. She felt claustrophobic from how tight the hallways were. Not knowing which way to go. Feeling her way through the darkness, all while attempting to defend herself from "attackers" from the clan. Of course, they weren't going to kill her, but until she learned her way around, she endured quite the battter. At the end of her training, her skills as an assassin grew, the shadows bent and made way for her, followed her every step and protected her from attackers. She moved in silence, striking and disappearing at the blink of an eye. Became a master of her art. Now... fighting out in the open wasn't a foreign concept for her, but she would be lying if she said she was comfortable with it. These people were warriors. Not assassins.

"We can exchange experiences. I'm sure we have a lot to learn from each other." The boy suggested. "Alright. It is a new dawn for us after all." Y/N chuckled "It's time to start learning from each other instead of arguing who is superior." They shared a laugh "You took the words out of my mouth." Thomas remarked "I'll meet you in the training grounds after 15 minutes."

The training grounds were full of novices and masters. Even if they were busy with their own training, Y/N couldn't help but feel nervous being around so many people who could watch her at any given moment. She attempted to ignore her feeling and brush it off as her imagination, while she was busy defending herself from her friend. Thomas had great abilities and swift movement. He could vanish into smoke in seconds, evading many of her attacks. Little did he know, she could also blend in with the shadows around her. Using his confusion, she snuck up behind his back silently and kicked the back of his knees, making him kneel. "And I win." She smirked.

There was that feeling of being watched again. This time more intensely... more demanding... Y/N felt her body heat up as she turned around and met eyes with Kuai Liang who analyzed her every move from the other side of the training ground. His eyes were full of admiration, inviting in ways his lips could never speak of. His soft expression, unfazed by the fact that she had caught onto his staring, feigning innocence as he held her own gaze for what felt like eternity. No morning chills could dwindle the fire he ignited within her. Obviously, he had completely forgotten to supervise the trainees he was responsible for in favor of watching the Shadow-weaver's fighting style. Y/N was almost ready to go to him...

"Assassin." Bi Han's chilling voice made her freeze in place and made her break the eye-contact. He stopped near her and Thomas, eyeing the both of them. "What are you doing?" She rolled her eyes before shifting her gaze to him "Training, Bi Han." She answered dryly. The future Grand Master clenched his jaw, ready to spew another protest like he always does, but not at her. He was eyeing Thomas who had stood up and was dusting himself off, fixing displaced armor pieces. Bi Han then looked at his betrothed. For the first time, she could distinguish an emotion of some kind... a different kind of anger. You should be training with me. Oh, he was almost ready to say it. But he did not. His pride would never allow it.

"What can I help you with, Bi Han?" Y/N tried her best to remain polite, growing tired of his silence. "You and me are being sent on a mission together. Father's orders. We don't have a choice." Bi Han explained. "When have we ever?" Her comment made him bite his lower lip, trying his best not to say anything that would hurt his pride. "Are you going to be this smart mouthed the entire time?" He asked, voicing it as a warning. "I didn't say anything." Y/N shrugged her shoulders innocently. Again, a heavy silence fell over them, in which the man was calculating his words carefully. He let it go. "You have 30 minutes to prepare before we leave." Bi Han ordered "I hope you realize you aren't exempt from missions and work here, princess." Sneering the last word, he turned around and started distancing himself from her and his brother. "I never said I wanted to be." Y/N stated, loud enough for him to hear and scoffing in mockery.

"Good luck." Thomas snickered under his breath.

#mortal kombat sub zero #mortal kombat scorpion #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #sub zero x reader #bi han x reader #scorpion x reader #kuai liang x reader #scorpion #sub zero

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the-faceless-bride · 7 months

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🌲Welcome to Forks 🍃

Tags: @art3mas @the-atlantic-french-fry @mzcrazy2 @sadbitchfangirl @sinofwriting @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Characters: [name] Swan, Bella Swan, Charlie Swan, Jacob Black, and The Cullen family

Plot summary: Renae had enough of your attitude, she decided it was best for you to stay with your sister and Father in Forks. Paying to fly you out to forks, To Charlie's Delit and Bella's chagrin. However, seeing how Bella has been acting you watch closely as to what she does. And seeing how she treats Dad and an old friend Jacob, you feel it best to call her out. Because that's what big sisters do.

Warning: swearing, yelling, Bella being a hypocrite and not like other girls, crying, arguments, slapping, Edward being a creep.

A/n: Fuck Edward. And not in a good way. In a grossed out over his bs way.

Chapter one: welcome Home.

Chapter summary: finally, after so long of arguing, craving to get out of the heat, wanting to be with your dad and go home. Your mother finally agreed. You were on your way back to forks.

This chapter will contain? Bella is stand-off-ish (what else is new), Charlie is the best dad he could be, fluff, and readers' first day in forks.

You ran to your Dad; he had been waiting for you leaning against his car a smile on his face, happy both his litter girls were home. His arms were wide open for you, "Dad!" you screeched as you let your body crash into him, you missed your dad. You hated being away from him, and while Bella took to your mother, you were and always will be a daddy's girl.

Charlie looked at you, pulling away his hands resting on your shoulders. "wow. Look at you!" you smiled as you brushed soft curls from your face, "My little girl, grown up!.. Well. Not grown up too much. You're still my baby girl you hear me?" you laughed as you nodded your head. "well. What do you say we go home, sweetpea?"

The drive back wasn't painfully long, time seemed to fly catching up with your favorite parent. You told him about how you found a love for fashion, how you missed forks, how good it was to not be in constant heat.

Pulling to the house you could barely remember still felt good and nostalgic, "who's truck?" you asked confused. Maybe Dad got a new car? "oh, yeah that's Bella's got her it as a welcome home gift." he paused then looked down then to you, "Well...now I feel bad I didn't think to get you something." you smiled at up at your dad, you loved Charlie. "it's ok dad, im just happy to be home."

He smiled at the use of the word home, giving a cheery "let's go!" you practically bounced to the front door. Ready to get in the house and race up to your old room wanting to see what had been made of it.

As soon as Charlie opened the door you rushed up the stairs, Charlie letting out a chuckle locking the door behind him before following after you, "Slow down! I'm getting old I can't chase after you like I used to!" he huffled with a smile.

Your room was untouched. Just as it always has been. Twin bed, white ruffled bed frame, light dusted pink walls, soft carpet, chipped white painted bedside table and dresser, the vanity in the middle of the wall near the window. It was perfect. Just as it always has been.

But then it hit you, "Wait. Where's Bella?" you turned to a slightly out-of-breath Charlie, "Oh, well. She's got this new... Boy. Friend. A friend she's been hanging out with recently." he mumbled unsettled by the topic, Bella... Your sister. Your awkward, no-fun, book-loving, blend-in-with-the-crowd sister Bella. Was out late... With a guy?

Maybe this whole moving to forks thing was a really good thing for her.

"oh! Before we do anything else someone wants to see you!" you focus your attention back on your dad and not on your thoughts as you tilt your head, you just got here who would want to see you already? Charlie was now the one rushing down the steps to open the door, you laughing and closing on his heel.

"[Name!]"

"Billy!"

" Hey [name]"

"JACOB!"

You hugged Billy, before pulling Jacob down to your height and messing with his hair, he laughed and 'struggled' in your grip. You always loved Jacob, he always followed you around when you were younger. You were a year older than him and Bella, they always wanted to hang out with you, no matter where you went Jake and Bells were close behind you.

"im happy to see you [name], im glad to have my two best friends back." you really hugged Jacob this time. No longer the little boy you had to protect from the other older kids like Paul.

Feels so long ago.

Just then a car pulled up to the house, an expensive car at that.

Out came Bella still in her loose hoodie, layered shirts, unbrushed hair pulled back with a plain headband, baggy jeans, and a brown book bag. Yup. Same old Bells. But then came out a boy. Pale as could be with fluffed-up hair, nothing noticeable with what he was wearing, he looked like 'random guy in a crowd #4' the one thing that stood out was his eyes. Pricing gold eyes.

He stared at you, an odd expression on his face. His Face contorted like he was in pain. Looking you up and down.

From your softly curled hair, light eye make-up blushed cheeks, and plump lips, the loose complementary scarf that clung loosely around your shoulders, your tight top, fuzzy sweater, skirt, leggings, and fluffy leg warmers, what was this guy staring at?

His eyes shifted to Billy and Jacob and he made a face, one that shifted from pain. To disgust. You narrowed your eyes, just what in the hell was this guy's problem?!

Then what made you realize you had work to do, and a serious chat to have.

When your Dad smiled at your sister slightly opening his arms and giving a "Hey sweetie Bells!" she made and face heading in side with a mumbled "hi Charlie."

... Oh fuck no.

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anothertransauthor · 2 months

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hiya !! this is a bit of an odd request but is there any chance you'd be willing to write pickles x reader , where the reader has shied away from alcohol / substances all their life until they start embracing them after becoming close with pickles ? all good if not , thank you and have a great day !! o7

Oooh i kinda adore this trope ngl. keep coming with these bangers im so excited!

Only With You

Summary: Dethklok's newest babysitter has been observed to be quite the dildo. They never want to drink with them, smoke, or generally party with them in a significant way. Pickles opens his own investigation into them and starts to genuinely enjoy the time they spend alone. Maybe he'll lower their walls, and open them to some new mind-altering experiences.

Warning: obvious drug and alcohol use, as a general pot user I'm going to be as specific as possible. I'm going to make this as fluffy as possible but there might be some suggestive content. Reader has they/them pronouns

Word count: 2345

"What are you? Schome kind of fucking schquare?" Murderface quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye as he nudged Nathan playfully. "Yeah, come on, don't be a dildo," Nathan retorted, his deep voice rumbling with frustration as he batted Will away from him.

Their banter filled the cramped bar, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a dim glow on the worn-out furniture and peeling wallpaper. As the tension between Murderface and Nathan escalated, Toki attempted to intervene, his gentle voice drowned out by Skwisgaar's disdainful remarks about both of them being a "lady dildos." The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, their argument blending with the other patrons' raucous laughter and clinking glasses.

Feeling overwhelmed, y/n glanced around the bar, a headache forming from the noise. Just as they were about to suggest leaving, Pickles came to the rescue, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"I know a quiet spot; let's dip while they're distracted," Pickles suggested, his voice low and inviting. The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and distant laughter, creating a hazy ambiance that enveloped them both.

Y/n hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing their features. "I don't know, Charles might kill me for leaving them by themselves," they replied, their voice tinged with uncertainty.

Pickles waved off their concern with a casual shrug. "He'll get over it as long as they don't drive. Then again, they wouldn't leave without me. So therefore, we can hang out in a cool alleyway while they drink themselves to the ground."

With a sigh, y/n bit their lip, their mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Despite their hesitation, the allure of escape beckoned, tempting them to leave the chaos of the bar behind.

After much internal debate, y/n finally nodded and walked with Pickles into the alley. It was nothing spectacular, but the relative quietness offered a welcome respite from the clamor of the bar. The cool wind brushed against their skin, causing goosebumps to rise on their arms.

"So uh...this is where you run off to when they get loud," y/n remarked, their breath forming wispy clouds in the frosty air. "Shoulda known to check the alley."

"Aww, you look for me?" Pickles teased, his voice laced with amusement as he pulled a joint from his pocket.

Y/n watched in awe as Pickles took a long drag, the smoke swirling around him like a halo. The air was thick with the scent of cannabis, earthy and pungent, mingling with the sharp bite of the night air. "For as much as you brag about being rich, you think your lighter could use an upgrade?" y/n teased, their voice laced with amusement.

"Eh... this lighter and I have a history," Pickles chuckled softly, leaning against the cold brick wall. "I smoked my first ever blunt with this Zippo... would you believe I stole it from my dad?"

As Pickles continued to talk about other crazy stories, y/n found themselves drawn in by his easy charm and effortless charisma. They watched as his fingers traced over the worn metal, the flickering flame casting dancing shadows on the alley wall.

"Yeah...I believe it," y/n replied, their voice soft with admiration. "So you've been smoking a long time, huh?"

"For as long as I can remember, y'know, before I got into the other shit," Pickles admitted, nudging a crate beside him. "You've been standing a while; you should sit."

Their body moved instinctively, gravitating towards Pickles as they settled onto the crate beside him. With a sigh of relief, y/n felt the tension begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of calmness in Pickles' presence.

The silence between them was almost palpable, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind and the occasional clink of cans on the ground. Despite their attempts to enjoy the tranquility, y/n couldn't shake the nagging feeling of restlessness that gnawed at their mind.

"Wow..." they laughed awkwardly, their fingers fidgeting with their sleeves. "A whole five minutes without being asked to partake...must be a new record."

"No sense in pushing it; it's a waste of good pot," Pickles remarked casually, his demeanor relaxed and nonchalant. "Besides, the first high will be shit if you don't know what you're getting into."

Y/n nodded in agreement, their gaze drifting down to their hands. "You just make it look so easy..."

Pickles tilted his head, the crimson strands of his hair falling over his shoulder as he regarded y/n with a knowing smile. "Make what look easy?"

"Everything!" y/n blurted out, their words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "Just...everything you do is effortless. You make it look so easy to talk to people and operate under pressure like nothing affects you. I want to relax, and I want the rest of the band to like me...and I shouldn't be rambling right now, but it's like I can't stop myself because my brain just won't—"

"Shut up?" Pickles interrupted gently.

Y/n blushed brightly, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "S-sorry..."

"No...like your brain just won't shut up? I get it. Hell, why do you think I smoke this stuff?" Pickles reassured them, nudging them with his shoulder. "It's not easy being so laid back; it takes practice."

"Practice?" y/n echoed, their curiosity piqued.

Pickles nodded, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Gotta practice not worrying what other people think. I'm fucking famous; who cares what nobody at the bar has to say? It's vain, I know, but it works. It's easy to be friends with people when you can shut off that little nag in the back of your head. You just have to stop assuming people are out to get you."

Y/n nodded in understanding, their thoughts swirling as they absorbed Pickles' words of wisdom. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the silence punctuated only by the soft sound of their laughter and the occasional drag of the joint. Despite the cold, y/n felt a warmth spreading through them, a sense of peace settling over their troubled mind. As they sat side by side, y/n couldn't help but admire Pickles' easygoing demeanor and the way he seemed to effortlessly navigate through life's challenges. For a moment, they forgot about their worries and insecurities, lost in the simple pleasure of his company. And as they took a hesitant puff of the joint, feeling the smoke fill their lungs and the tension melting away, y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

Their eyes wandered over Pickles, taking in every detail with an almost reverent appreciation. Each freckle, every smile line, and the faint scars that adorned his skin told a story of a life well-lived, adding to his allure in the dimly lit alleyway. Despite the chill in the air, the warmth emanating from Pickles enveloped them, comforting and reassuring like a soft embrace.

As they sat there, a thought lingered in their mind: why was everything about him just so perfect? His casual demeanor, his effortless charm—it all seemed to come naturally to him, effortlessly captivating those around him.

Caught off guard by Pickles' quizzical expression, y/n felt a blush creep into their cheeks as they realized they had been caught staring. But Pickles' playful demeanor quickly put them at ease, his snicker breaking the tension that hung in the air.

"You see something you like?" he cheesed lightly, dramatically waggling his brows.

"No- I mean yes- I mean- shit.... uh-"

"Relax, I'm messing with you," Pickles chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I gotta teach you how to flirt."

"Heh...um, actually, I was maybe wondering if I could try..." y/n trailed off, their gaze flickering towards the burning joint in Pickles' hand.

"Holy shit, you actually wanna smoke with me?" Pickles exclaimed, genuine surprise coloring his tone.

"Well...kinda. Maybe it won't be so overwhelming if it's with you..." y/n admitted, their nerves beginning to dissipate in Pickles' reassuring presence.

"I'll take care of ya, don't worry," Pickles reassured them, passing the dutchie with a gentle hand. "Don't try to show off, ok? Baby hits..."

After calming their shaking hands, y/n carefully placed the joint between their lips, their senses heightened as they inhaled deeply. The taste was harsh, earthy, and unfamiliar, causing their shoulders to tense with each choppy cough.

"Deep breath. You're gonna choke no matter what, you got virgin lungs. 'S normal," Pickles reassured them, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"It tastes like dirt..." y/n grimaced, their discomfort evident in their expression.

"Well, it's weed; it's gonna taste bad," Pickles shrugged, his easygoing demeanor soothing y/n's nerves. "Take one more, then pass it back."

With a nod of determination, y/n took another deep breath, the smoke swirling around them in ethereal patterns. Despite the initial discomfort, a sense of calm washed over them, easing the tension in their shoulders and allowing them to relax fully in Pickles' company.

Pickles extinguished the joint with a flick of his wrist, the ember sputtering out as he tucked the carton back into his pocket. Leaning back against the cool brick wall, he regarded Y/n with a curious expression. "So, short stuff, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine interest. Y/n raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in their eyes. "You're one to talk," they scoffed, a small smile playing at their lips. "I feel…slow, but in a good way. Like, I can finally think clearly, funnily enough."

"Yeah?" Pickles raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah...is this how you feel constantly?" y/n returned the question, genuinely curious about Pickles' experience.

"More or less," Pickles snorted, kicking around some cans on the ground with a lazy gesture. "I could get used to this," y/n mused, a sense of contentment settling over them like a warm blanket. "It feels…easier to talk as if a barrier was temporarily moved to the storage room of my brain. This is nice. Thanks, Pickles." "Hey, any time," Pickles replied, a genuine smile gracing his features. "You remind me a lot about myself, actually."

Y/n tilted their head curiously, they scooted closer to Pickles, craving his warmth in the chilly night air. "How so?" they asked, their voice soft and curious. Pickles paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he considered his response. "I used to worry about how everyone perceived me," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I was always so…strung up, like the world was out to get me." He chuckled softly, the sound rough and raspy in the stillness of the alley. "I know I'm nothing but a pampered, rich airhead," he admitted, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet y/n's eyes. "But I know this job keeping us out of trouble isn't exactly the easiest. If no one else is on your team, you can relax knowing that the world's best drummer is." Y/n felt a flutter in their chest, their cheeks flushing as they met Pickles' gaze in the dim lighting. His words were simple, yet they held a profound depth of meaning that resonated with them. "Pickles, I—" they started, their words catching in their throat as they struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions. They leaned away slightly, suddenly self-conscious about intruding on his personal space. But before they could retreat too far, Pickles grinned cheesily, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Geez…you really are the coolest," they blurted out, a shy smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Pickles' grin widened, his laughter echoing off the walls of the alley. "You think?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

The air between them crackled with anticipation as y/n struggled to find the right words, their gaze locked with Pickles' in an unspoken exchange of longing and desire. In that moment, everything else faded away—the noise of the city, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, suspended in time. Pickles waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he silently urged y/n to speak their truth. He could see the turmoil in their eyes, the raw vulnerability laid bare, and he felt a surge of tenderness wash over him.

Finally, y/n took a deep breath, their voice trembling slightly as they found the courage to voice their feelings. "Everything about you has always been cool," they began, their words soft and hesitant. "I wish I could say I was jealous, but…I don't think that's it." A flicker of understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken attraction that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. Pickles' heart soared with a newfound sense of hope, his gaze never wavering from y/n's as he silently encouraged them to continue.

"Oh?" he prompted, his voice gentle but filled with anticipation. He knew what they were about to say, could feel it in the way their gaze lingered on him, and he silently willed them to take the leap. Y/n hesitated for a moment, their mind racing with a new uproar of butterflies. But then, with a surge of determination, they pushed aside their doubts and fears, allowing their heart to lead the way. "How do I say this…" they trailed off, their voice barely above a whisper. "Other than I just don't want tonight to end…" And in that moment, the weight of their confession hung heavy in the air, the tension between them palpable. But before either of them could say another word, Pickles closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Y/n's in a tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other, the world fading away until nothing was left but the warmth of their embrace. And as they pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, y/n felt a sense of peace settle over them, knowing they had finally found the courage to speak their truth. "Me neither," Pickles whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and affection. "Let's make tonight last forever."

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ok that took a really really long time. now time to go back into my writer whole. Leave more requests for me :DD

EDIT: HI so for some fucking reason in the translation from docs to tumblr, half of the fucking fic was just OMITTED. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE UGHHHHH im so sorry yall if the pacing felt weird. thats what i get for not proof reading before i post but i was SO EXCITED to have another bomb fic doneeeeee.

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bvtbxtch · 6 months

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Children of the Corn | Eddie Munson

Day Twelve of Kinktober

Summary: A group date in the new Hawkins corn maze sounded amazing to you: Hanging out with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan sounded like just your night, until your worst enemy is included in the plans.

Content Warnings: this is lowkey some porn with a plot so 18+!!! MDNI. But we have some fluff, angst, enemies to lovers trope, fingering, oral (m receiving), withholding orgasm, overstimulation, public sex

wc: ~ 4.2k (this is my formal apology for being gone)

A lovely thank you to all of you for helping me out for the past month in supporting me on my health journey and a special thank you to @darknesseddiem for collaborating with me for this kinktober (even though I'm late IM SORRY)

Eddie Munson picked the exact date and time where he decided that you weren’t a friend, but an enemy. It was Jason Carver’s stupid fucking party that he wasn’t technically invited to, just asked to deal at. You had asked him to take you out, but you being you, and the pressure from half of the party staring and snickering at the two of you, Eddie put his walls up, and humiliated you in front of everyone - definitely more of a fall from grace for you than him. You told him to fuck himself and that you would never talk to him again. As much as it sent pangs of cold to Eddie’s heart, he knew the chances of you running into each other again were slim. You were in two totally different circles; or so he thought. You began working at the old record shop in the same strip mall as Family Video… Hawkins’ entertainment district was pretty measly. You met Robin while the two of you took breaks at the same time every shift, and Steve not long after. You became fast friends and blended in with them beautifully. Why wouldn’t you? Eddie thought, everyone likes you… his admiration turned into rage in self defense. He saw the look of shock and disappointment on your face when you saw him at the first group hangout. You tried your best to stay away from him, but 6 became a crowd: Nancy and Jonathan always off together, Robin and Steve continuing whatever quarrel they had started at Family Video, and you and Eddie. When it was the two of you, you were reasonably quiet. But Eddie was ruthless in a group - no comment you made to anyone went without a snide remark or scoff from the metalhead. The tension was palpable between the two of you: he thought you had come onto him as a joke, and you thought he was being cruel because he truly hated you.

Your birthday had finally come, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Nancy and Robin had planned your perfect autumn day. You had told them how badly you had wanted to go to the Hawkins corn maze, so they made arrangements. You were going to pick up hot chocolate, walk the maze, buy pumpkins and carve them at the Harrington house while you watched scary movies. You barely slept last night, you were so excited. You had given up complete control but there was one thing you had asked your friends: please don’t bring Eddie to this outing, not if they could help it. Robin regretfully inclined, saying she would let him know he was sitting this one out. You breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe you could finally fully enjoy your birthday.

You heard honking from outside and you dashed to your front door. You turned and ran down the front steps of your porch, a smile still stupidly plastered on your face. You halted and your grin dropped when you looked to see what vehicle was waiting to pick you up. A rusted burgundy van rumbled on the asphalt and a shit eating grin was plastered on the driver. Robin sat in the front seat with a guilty look on her face. She mouthed sorry to you as she hopped out of the van.

“No, no. You stay in the front. There’s no way in hell I’m sitting up there.” You accepted your defeat and brushed past the strawberry blonde, opening the sliding door to get in the back.

“Happy birthday, princess” Eddie sneered. He was over the moon with himself. “Hope you like your surprise” You normally let his comments slide off your back but you decided enough was enough. He was not going to walk all over you, not today.

“Well my eyes do deceive me then because this seems more like a punishment than a gift.” you mumbled. You turned your eyes to Steve, Nancy and Jonathan in the back with you.

“Nice to see you guys” you beamed at them. If Eddie thinks he can ruin your day, he is sorely mistaken. With a scowl, Eddie pulls the van into drive and screeches off the pavement.

“So, we thought we would draw names to see who goes in with who, make it a little competition?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, we have prizes for the winners!” Robin chirped. You sighed and nodded your head in agreement. Hoping the worst wouldn’t happen - hoping that someone would be on your side today. If only…

Nancy pulled out a small notepad and a pen and wrote six names on them for three partners. Three pairings, you were hoping, that would be different from the usual. The names were pulled with stone cold faces: Robin and Jonathan, Nancy and Steve, You and Eddie.

“We can repull,” Nancy laughed off, already crumpling papers back into the small container she used to shake them up.

“Why, is the princess scared of me?” Eddie’s eyes pierced yours through the rearview mirror.

“No, Nance. Don’t worry about it.” You grabbed at the girl’s manicured hand and squeezed it. “It’s all good.” You smiled and nodded at her in refusal. You weren’t going to let Eddie ruin your day, but some time alone with him might bring you both some closure. But you couldn’t help but make your own jabs. “Eddie’s just upset that he’s gonna get carried through this maze. I heard he failed geometry a record 6 times?” Robin snorted and Eddie’s eyes fixed on the road, jaw hardened.

The six of you trudged to the start of the maze, making your plan to meet in the middle from three different entrances.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go kick some ass.” Eddie’s voice was so saccharine sweet you felt a headache coming on. You flashed him a cold smile and you turned away from your friends to be stuck in a cornfield with the person you hated the most for the next hour.

You kept your distance from the mop headed boy. You walked side by side, but with more than enough room. He didn’t dare look at you, eyes trained to the floor (much like the night he ruined you) and his bottom lip fastened between his teeth. You glanced over at him periodically, hoping your eyes would meet his and the tension would fizzle, but you weren’t lucky. You came to a dead end with paths going to the left and the right.

“We should go this way,” the boy mumbled. Without waiting for you to agree, he pivoted on his heels and walked to the left. You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Eddie, that path looks like it’s just going to loop around to where we came from.” you argued. You wanted to keep your voice calm, you didn’t want to start a fight, and you definitely didn’t want Eddie fucking Munson to see you cry in a cornfield. He ignored you. He had shrugged off your counter and continued on his own way. He felt a tug on the arm of his jacket and he whipped around at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“What is your fucking problem?” he spat. Your face was etched with bewilderment and rage.

“What the hell are you talking about, Munson? You seemingly have a problem with me!” You yelped back. “You are so hellbent on making my life fucking difficult when I did nothing to you.”

“Holy fuck,” Eddie sneered. “You really are fucking that dense, aren’t you.” He pushed past you and back towards where you wanted to go in the first place. You bit your lip and exhaled slowly before turning and pacing after him. You refused to let the tears burning your waterline escape. Fuck. Eddie. Munson.

It was pure silence as you and Eddie trudged through the maze. You regretted this whole day, you regretted becoming friends with this whole group of people, and most of all, you regretted ever being nice to Eddie Munson. The twists and turns that you let Eddie lead you on began to all look the same, but you were too frustrated and tired to say anything to him. It had been half an hour of wandering and you could feel the heat growing behind your eyes. You were angry, you were tired, and you just wanted this day to be over.

“Eddie. We’re lost.” You peeped. He gave you no reaction, continuing to walk a few steps ahead of you. You sighed and reluctantly followed until your forehead bounced off of Eddie’s denim-clad back with an oof. “What are-”

“Why did you do that… at Carver’s party? Why?” Eddie’s voice was quiet and shaky. It scared you. He didn’t turn to look at you, too afraid that your face was going to contort into the answer he was dreading to know. You reach your hand to touch his shoulder and he flinches. Your confusion and anger were transforming in front of you into melancholy sympathy.

“Eddie I-” He turned to you and his face took the words from your mouth. The close to setting sun reflected all of the lights in his chocolate brown eyes. His lip trembled softly and his nose scrunched slightly. He was on the defensive, but he was really hurt. You had never seen this side of Eddie Munson and you were unsure if anyone had.

“Eddie, I was just joking.” Eddie mocked you. “Oh, Eddie, I just thought that it would be funny if me, the most perfect girl in fucking Hawkins would ask you, the freak, out on a date… Is that it, princess? Did I damage your reputation by rejecting you in front of everyone? How’d the joke turn out? Huh?” Eddie’s words cut through you and those pesky tears finally spilled. You kept your disappointed scowl.

“Don’t fucking cry at me. You’re just a mean fucking girl who was fucking popular. Now you’re a nobody. You hang out with fucking losers. But at least we’re fucking honest.” You felt everything spinning as Eddie’s words drowned you.

“I was being fucking honest!” You shove the boy by his broad shoulders and your words and strength throw him off balance. "God! Why is that so fucking hard to believe? Why would I do that to you? Why wouldn’t you just fucking trust me?!”

Eddie lunged at you, his hands flying to your cheeks and tears spilling from his own lashes. Your world stopped. His lips were rough against yours, a warm welcome. You didn’t know how much your body hid its want for him through your anger. But still, you pulled away and Eddie’s pale cheeks were brandished with a welt from your hand. Both of your chests heaved, the air feeling thick around you. Eddie could see the anger in your eyes, but he could feel the want you were emanating to him as well. He lunged at your hips, pushing you into the forest of corn behind you. Before you could mutter his name in protest, his lips were back on yours.

Eddie wanted to devour you whole, his lips greedy against yours - greedy to explore every part of your mouth, to feel your tongue in his. You obliged him happily, your heart backflipping with sudden satisfaction. Your body had forgotten how long you yearned for Eddie’s touch. It had been six months since you asked Eddie out, and six months of hating him because you thought he hated you. It was years of stealing looks at the brunette while he wasn’t looking - years of giggling under your hand at one of his cafeteria rants, all in secret because you weren’t supposed to like him. All of the butterflies in your stomachs, the curt smiles, the wanting - all leading up to this moment. Your skin felt like it was going to explode, hot under his touch. His grip on your hip and lower back was bruising. You took a moment to catch your breath as the metalhead’s plush lips trailed from the corners of your mouth down to your neck. You gasped as he sucked an unforgiving bruise onto your neck. Eddie shushed you with a soothing lick to his art on your skin.

“Eddie…” you wanted to carry your authority, but your warning came out as a plea. Eddie raised his head so he could meet your gaze.

“Gotta keep quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to hear us now, do you?” Eddie chided, your eyes rolled in annoyance but you were frozen. If Eddie wasn’t making all of the thoughts leave your head, you would be even more annoyed; whatever kind of dominance you tried to assert over him, he could make it all disappear with one touch - one smirk. The boy’s nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans without his eyes leaving yours. You mustered up all of the strength you could so you didn’t melt into him.

“I’m still fucking…mad at you, Eddie.” You panted. Eddie let out a soft moan of praise when his name left your mouth. The heat that pooled in your cheeks drained into your core. Eddie’s palm pressed against your abdomen as he sank his hand under your panties. His index finger swiped through your folds and you moaned. His free hand flew up to your mouth and he shot you a pointed look.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re very mad at me, doll” he sneered. “Unless that’s the kind of thing that gets you off…” He stuck his ring finger into your already soaked hole and your eyes fluttered. Eddie’s eyes bore into your fluttering orbs. “Show me how mad you are.”

If it was a challenge Eddie wanted, you were eager to accept. Your hands quickly mirrored his, fumbling with the elaborate buckle at his lithe hips. When you found purchase at the band of his boxers, his hand flew from your mouth to your lower back, already desperate to ground himself. The girl that he had been in love with for a year, the girl he never thought would like him back, the girl he hated so much because he loved her, was here with you now - albeit in the middle of a corn maze was not ideal - and he was rapidly losing his cool (as you could feel). You run your palm over his hardening cock. Eddie’s fingers stilled inside you as it was his turn to screw his eyes shut and try not to make any noise. You had to admit that his length was impressive. Even not fully erect yet, you could tell that he would be a mouthful. You could feel the saliva drooling in your mouth. You were growing desperate to taste him, but even more desperate to have the curly haired boy writhe underneath you.

You grabbed at Eddie’s wrist inside your pants and pulled him off of you. His face contorted in confusion then nervous anticipation as you lowered yourself to your knees and traced your hands down the tops of his toned thighs. A huff of anxious breath and your hands pulling down his boxers later and Eddie was fully exposed to you.

“You sure you want me to show you, Eds?” Your doe eyes challenged him from under him and you felt his knees buckle. You couldn’t suppress your giggle. You gave Eddie one last look as you kitten licked the tip of his reddening cock. He let out a hiss and threw his head back. You looked up at his bobbing Adam's apple and couldn’t help but think how beautiful his neck would look decorated with hickeys similar to the one you have. You Wrapped your mouth around his tip and sucked hard, continuing to bob up and down on his length until your eyes watered and a gag was threatening the back of your throat. There was no way you could fit all of him in your mouth, but you would be damned if you didn’t try. Eddie bit his lip so hard you would be tasting blood the next time he kissed you. You pushed yourself to Eddie’s base and smirked as you could hear the boy above you cursing and muttering. Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. He was full of helium; so light that he was going to drift away. He planted his hands within your hair, gripping your locks and pulling. When Eddie pulled your hair, you moaned into him, which sent him barreling too close to his impending orgasm.

“Y/N, please” Eddie whimpered. His desperate voice was pathetic, it made your pussy flutter. You pulled your mouth off of him and looked at him quizzically. “You gotta stop. I’m gonna -” You cut him off by shoving him all the way back into your mouth. You pushed farther than you had before, his manicured hairs meeting your face. The drool leaked out the sides of your mouth and onto his balls and you could feel Eddie’s painfully hard cock twitch at the back of your throat. You gagged and pulled yourself back off of the desperate boy. He couldn’t help but moan loudly and tighten his grip in your hair.

“But, you can’t come yet…. I’m not done with you.” Your eyes darkened and Eddie knew that he was to obey. You went back to work on his leaking tip. You flattened your tongue on him, tasting his salty precum and you moaned with satisfaction. Your nails dragged across his denim clad thighs. You were desperate for him to unravel, just for you. His babble of praises and curses under his breath spurred you on harder. You snake your hand down to cup his balls. Your name was sung from Eddie’s mouth like a prayer. You hummed into his twitching cock, a final encouragement for Eddie to cum. Ropes of Eddie’s orgasm hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him. You continued to bob your head, working Eddie through the waves of his finish. He pulled you off of him with a whimper and a puff of his chest.

You rise back from your knees, thumbing a rogue drop of cum that escaped from the side of your mouth. Eddie’s golden brown eyes were black, his pale skin flushed a beautiful pink. You knew it already, but right now solidified it for you - Eddie Munson was a fallen angel. His porcelain complexion seemed to glow in the setting sun. His eyelashes kissed the apples of his cheeks when he closed his eyes. His brows furrowed perfectly across his forehead. His ringlet curls framed his face like one of the most beautiful paintings you had ever seen. You thought Eddie would be angry, or so turned on that he would take his frustration out on you, but your hopes dissolved when the darkness in Eddie’s eyes didn’t reflect the lust you anticipated, but a melancholy guilt. You looked to him, scared that you had made a mistake - that he was then going to turn around and say that he wanted to go back to being strangers… something that you couldn’t imagine doing, now that this line had been crossed.

You hated to admit it, as much as you assumed he did too, but you were an idiot. You let appearances and pride get in the way. You reached out to touch him but he recoiled from your touch, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Eddie-”

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you at Carver’s party.” His words were low, barely above a whisper. You caught your breath as your pesky tears bullied their way to your waterline. The only thing the two of you could hear was the distant laughter of other maze-goers and the soft rustling of leaves. Eddie took a step towards you, his eyes daring to look into yours for a split second.

“I-I never thought you would ever like someone like me…” Eddie’s hand found your cheek and rubbed small circles into your skin. “I thought if I couldn’t love you like I wanted to, it would be easiest to drive you away. I thought it was just a joke, you know, someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me…” Eddie’s voice cracked. His eyes grew glassy.

“Eddie…” You peeped. “I would never do anything like that to anyone, especially you. I really liked you.. Fuck I do really like you. That’s why it hurt so much when you shut me down. I… I couldn’t fucking take it.” You peel your eyes away from him, you wouldn’t dare look at him after your confession. The walls you had built were slowly coming down, but you were terrified of letting him in fully, with what he had put you through before. You were scared of Eddie Munson, you were scared of him because you love him.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His toned arms wrapped around your hips and he pulled you into his chest. You could hear how hard the boy’s heart was beating. Yours felt like it was slowly being put back together with every beat you felt. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I really want to start over and try again… If you’ll let me. He pulls away from you enough to study your face. You hold his stare, desperately searching for any uncertainty in Eddie’s eyes. He looks at you fully with sorrow and adoration. You nod slowly, still scared but hopeful.

Eddie’s lips meet yours again, but his approach was soft, giving you ample time to pull away from him, but to his surprise (and delight), you didn’t. His lips brushed yours like you were made of rose petals, he was desperate to appreciate you, but didn’t want you to fall apart in his grasp. His lips moved against yours, both of you trying to pour your feelings and unsaid words into your kiss. Eddie’s tongue swiped against your bottom lip in a silent ask to kiss you deeper. You open for him and let your tongue glide into his mouth as well. You mewl into him as your arms reach around his neck. You pull away and Eddie rests his forehead on yours.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Eddie offers. “As much as I like this, I think you deserve to be taken out on an actual date, or at least to my place where we can actually talk” You giggled and a smile spread across Eddie’s face. He had no idea how much he needed to make you laugh. If there was anything that he wanted to achieve in his life from this point on, it was to be the reason you laughed. You twirled a piece of his locks in your finger and peered up at him.

“I would really like that, Eddie.” He smiled at you and pulled himself away to do up your jeans. He reached for your hand and pulled you back towards the opening the two of you had made. He dropped your hand when you had returned to the dirt path of the maze. You walked mostly in silence, but let your shoulders knock. Eddie’s eyes migrated to your hands when his mind drifted.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Can… Can I hold your hand?” You didn’t let Eddie respond before grabbing his calloused hands. Both of you couldn’t hold back the smiles that split across your faces. You took your time walking through the maze, cherishing the dwindling time the two of you had together.

It had been close to half an hour since Robin and Jonathan had met up with Nancy and Steve.

“Maybe we should send in a recon team to recover Eddie’s corpse… god knows Y/N has killed him by now.” Robin sneered.

“Oh come off it, Robin… if they aren’t here within the next 10 minutes, Jonathan and I will go get them” Steve offered, hands resting firmly on his hips.

Your figures emerge from the mouth of the maze, illuminated by the bright moon in the darkening sky. Your hands had dropped when you came into view of your exit, but your bodies remained closer than when you entered.

“Rough night?” Robin prodded. You laughed and rolled your eyes while Nancy elbowed the blonde in her ribs.

“Yeah you could say that,” you giggled. You flashed Eddie a knowing smile and his hand went to his head as he looked to the ground.

“I thought we weren’t gonna fucking make it.” He jested.

“Yeah right, you were the one that kept making wrong turns.” Your banter was back, but the rest of the group noticed the light-heartedness of your tone. Steve smiled in a small approval. He was worried he was going to have to kick Eddie’s ass tonight, but he was hopeful that things had gone well.

“Let’s get out of here, I have had enough of this maze and our movies aren’t going to watch themselves.” You send a small elbow to Eddie’s arm as the six of you head for Eddie’s van. Nancy wraps her arm in yours as you push to the front of the group.

“So… how did it go?” Nancy asked, your face couldn’t help the rouge that grew on your cheeks.

“It actually went pretty well.” you bit down on your lip to hide the smile creeping on your face.

“Girl, what is that on your neck?”

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Title: Girls' night

Summary: Bedivere persuades Harry to join her for a girls' night out.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman) × Fem!Reader

Warning: None.

In the cozy living room of Harry Hart's house, the soft glow of the TV illuminated the space as an old James Bond movie played. Harry, now the new Arthur and head of the Kingsman, was seated on the sofa with his secret girlfriend, Bedivere, by his side. It was a rare moment of relaxation for them, but Bedivere seemed anything but content.

You shifted beside him, letting out an audible sigh for what seemed like the hundredth time. Harry looked at you, raising an amused eyebrow. "Something bothering you, my dear?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

You fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well, to be honest, I'm a bit bored with this movie," you admitted. "It's not really my cup of tea."

Harry laughed, turning off the TV. "Fair enough," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "What do you suggest we do, then?"

A mischievous smile spread across your face. "How about a girls' night?" you suggested, enthusiasm in your voice.

Harry blinked in surprise. "A girls' night?" he repeated, furrowing his brows. "I'm not exactly a girl, love."

You playfully pouted. "I know, but you'd look adorable with a bit of makeup and your nails done," you said, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Harry hesitated, unsure about the idea. "I'm not sure about that," he said, but your puppy eyes were hard to resist.

"Please, Harry," you pleaded, giving him your best innocent look.

Harry sighed, knowing he was defeated. "Alright, alright. But just this once," he conceded, shaking his head with a smile.

Your face lit up, and you practically jumped with excitement. "Yay! You won't regret this," you said, taking his hand and leading him to Harry's bedroom.

You grabbed the bag you brought with you and pulled out an array of skincare products, makeup, and nail polishes. Harry watched you with amusement, realizing you had planned this from the beginning.

"You've been planning this all along?" he asked, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

You smiled shyly. "Maybe," you admitted. "I just thought it would be fun to pamper you a bit."

Harry shook his head, laughing. "Alright, let's get on with it then," he said, sitting on the bed as you took out a cleansing lotion and climbed onto Harry's lap to take care of his face. You applied the cleansing lotion gently, your fingers massaging his skin in soft circles. Harry held onto your hips, allowing you to work your magic while pampering him.

Next, you applied a skin moisturizer, your touch delicate and caring. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of your soft hands on his face. He couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed being taken care of by you.

Then came the makeup. You picked up a makeup brush and dipped it into the foundation, applying it lightly to Harry's face. You took your time, blending it carefully to create a natural look.

Harry chuckled, feeling the weight of the makeup on his skin. "I never thought I'd receive a makeover from a Kingsman agent," he joked, earning a playful slap on the arm from you.

"Oh, hush and let me work," you said with a smile, focusing on your task.

With skillful hands, you applied a subtle eyeshadow to Harry's one visible eye, as his other eye was hidden under the eyepatch he always wore when not using his custom-made Kingsman glasses with a single darkened lens. You added a touch of blush to Harry's cheeks, giving him a healthy glow.

But when you reached for the bright red lipstick, Harry hesitated. "I think that's enough makeup for me," he said, trying to draw the line.

You playfully pouted, waving the lipstick in a seductive manner. "Please, just this once," you pleaded.

Harry shook his head with a smile. "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely," he relented, knowing he was powerless against your persuasive charm.

You beamed triumphantly, applying the lipstick to Harry's lips. When you stepped back, you admired your handiwork, and Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at seeing himself with makeup.

"I look like a cheap and one-eyed prostitute," Harry quipped, trying to stifle a laugh.

You burst into laughter, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look fabulous," you teased, adding playfully, "Ever seen a fabulous one-eyed cheap prostitute before?"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I don't think I have," he replied with a playful grin. "But you certainly know how to make me look like one."

You leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You look beautiful no matter what, my king," you said sincerely.

Harry's heart warmed at your words, realizing that his appearance didn't matter as much as the love and affection you shared. With a tender smile, he pulled you into a warm embrace, makeup and all.

"I love you," Harry whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Harry," you replied, your voice just as sincere.

In that moment, as you sat together, wrapped in each other's arms, Harry knew that it didn't matter if he looked like a fabulous cheap prostitute or a sophisticated gentleman; what mattered was the connection you had, the love that bound you together.

And so, you spent the rest of the night in each other's company, sharing laughter, affection, and tender moments, cherishing the girls' night and the beautiful love you had found in each other. The world of espionage and daring adventures could wait - tonight, all that mattered was the love you shared.

"Hey Bruv, couldn't help but notice your... stylish nails," Eggsy said the next morning with a wink, trying not to burst into laughter as he looked at Harry's brightly painted pink nails, the work of Bedivere from the night before, which both had forgotten to remove.

Harry raised an eyebrow, maintaining his composure. "Ah, yes. It's a new grooming technique I've been experimenting with," he replied smoothly, playing along with Eggsy's game. "You see, this is a new top-secret experimental Kingsman technique to distract our enemies with fashion, leaving them vulnerable to our attacks."

The other agents exchanged glances, unsure if Harry was being serious or not. Bedivere, sitting among them, found it hard to suppress her amusement, covering her smile with her hand.

But the next morning, when they gathered for another mission briefing, you couldn't contain your laughter as you noticed Eggsy's nails painted in a vibrant shade of blue.

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #kingsman #kingsman fanfiction #eggsy unwin #hartwin #harry x eggsy

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jedipoodoo · 1 year

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who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.

Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.

"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.

Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."

You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.

"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.

"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.

A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.

Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.

Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.

"Cid's friends?" He asked.

"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.

"We've been doing alright-"

"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.

It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.

"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.

"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.

"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.

You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.

"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.

You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.

"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.

Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.

"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.

"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."

Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.

"You're so pretty," You whispered.

"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.

"I mean it!" You said.

Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"

You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.

"Your loyalty."

Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"

"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."

"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."

"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.

"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.

"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.

"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."

Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.

Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."

You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."

Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."

A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.

"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.

"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"

Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."

His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.

Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!

#lizart writes #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #tbb x reader #echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper echo x reader #tbb echo #the bad batch echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #new year's kiss

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coleskingdom · 1 day

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Need

Adam Cole x Female Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

"I feel like we keep having the same conversation over and over again. This is the last time." Adam’s hand brushing my hair out of his way as he leans in reaching the spot just beneath my ear. “You take what you need, and I take what I need.”kissing my neck in absolutely no rush. “Unless you’ve finally realized you need something more” his teeth grazing eliciting a moan from me. “ Is it the fact that,you sleep in my arms. Come on my cock. Reach for me in the night. That these little trysts aren’t enough anymore.” his blue eyes searching mine.

He’s not wrong and he sees right through my bullshit. This started out as friends with benefits, almost transactional. Then sex turned into sleeping over,which turned into breakfast, which turned into a day spent in bed, then into movies and dinners. He picks now to have this conversation when we are naked and I’m underneath him and at his mercy.

"You've left me hanging twice, and if you want yours this time, you're gonna answer."

"Answer now?"

He nodded slowly, kneeling over me, hands pressing my legs apart as his mouth lowered to my center, lowering his mouth to hover over my clit.

"What you going to do ? Leave me stroking my own cock, thinking of you, while you're out letting another man put his mouth on you? It’s time you tell the truth to me and yourself." his voice with a tinge of something new in it.

“There’s no one else, there hasn’t been anyone else.”I lifted my hips, trying to reach him, but Adam’s hands clamped over my thighs and held me down knowing that he has me vulnerable and honest.

“It’s going to take more than that?”

“ Okay ,I need more than this , I need you. I want more than this. You make everything better and it’s killed me pretending that I don’t . Please. “

"Please, what?"

"Please make me come."

His eyes flashed, and his lips curled into a satisfied smile before he lowered his mouth to me.

My hands found their way into his dark hair, and it took all of my self-control not to shove his face between my legs. A plea left my lips and he began to devour me. He licked and tongued and sucked at my clit until I was arching up and writhing against him. And when one finger slid inside me, I knew I couldn't wait long before he filled me. I needed. I wanted. And I might combust if I didn't get it.

An orgasm slammed into me when his teeth closed around my clit and tugged.

"Please. I need—"

Adam lifted his head and stared down at me. "Me, sweetheart . You need me. I'm the only man doing this. I'm the only man sliding inside you. I'm the only man you're ever gonna feel this way for. Understand?"

"Yes."

“Good girl”his thumb pressed to my clit and another orgasm broke free. My fingers curled into the sheets of the bed as I bucked and rode it out. How he could play my body so easily, I didn't know, and I didn't actually care. I just wanted more.

“One last thing “ as he pressed the head of his hard length to my entrance but went no further.

"Wha-"

"You're mine."

He spoke the words like a vow, and I could do nothing but give the words back to him. Because they were the truth.

"I'm yours."

He slammed home with one thrust and I arched into his lean, muscled body. It was beautiful. A perfect blend of pain and pleasure, and I wanted everything from this man. He gripped my calves and lifted my legs until they rested on his shoulders. "Gonna take everything I need from you, but you'll get what you need too."

And that was the last he spoke before he began to pound into me.

Over and over. Readjusting the angle and my position so he could get deeper and, oh Jesus, he found my G-spot.

My vision blurred as he worked his hips and never slowed his pace.

An orgasm like I'd never experienced before gathered inside me, building with every thrust until I teetered on the edge, detonation imminent.

Adam never stopped. He pushed me over the edge mercilessly, sliding his hand between my legs and pressing his thumb over my clit.

It. Was. Glorious.

I rode out the orgasm as Adam continued to take me with decadent intensity. His own roar sounded as his hips stilled and his cock pulsed inside me.

A small giggle escaped from my lips and Adam’s gaze snapped to mine.

"Now is not the time to be laughing, sweetheart ."

I covered my mouth, my smile growing larger. "I can't help it. I think my brain quit working. I'm blaming you."

His lips curved upward into a genuine smile, and the expression on his face relaxed. "Good, I’ll take responsibility for that."

He squeezed my hip before he lowered my legs and slid out from between them. The loss of his fullness wasn't welcome. I wasn't ready to let him go the realization of how much had changed tonight hitting me all at once.

Adam came back from the bathroom with water, handing it to me.

“ So this means you’re mine too right?” as he slipped into bed behind me pulling me close. “Always have been”his lips on my hair as I drifted off.

#adam cole x you #adam cole fan fiction #adam cole x reader #adam cole imagine #adam cole smut #aew x reader #aew smut

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elysiangrace · 5 months

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His Sina Lady✨️

This is a small hc between Levi and my oc ;( I'm sorry it's not y/n x Levi .... I'm just really proud of this moment between them 🫶

There's no warnings actually! It's hurt/comfort drabble <3 + established relationship (sorry if there's any typos + this is my first time writing something like that)

Notes : my oc is actually from Mitras/sina and I Hc that they have a total different dialect from the rest of ppl in the walls , so whenever she tries to talk her accent really stands out. She's a little bit insecure about it now since Levi despises Sina ppl....

It's been a long day in the Survey Corps HQ , it's one of these days were Grace felt like walking on eggshells , everyday is a struggle , but today felt like she could collapse at any given moment.

The Expeditions were delayed to a further due , so there was tons of paperwork to do instead, along with the harsh training, her muscles ached in pain , legs barley carrying her through the hallways , one document is left to deliver to the captain's office and she should be done for the night.

Visiting him wasn't bad, they would sit for a warm cup of tea , working in a comforting silence , they've been seeing eachother for a while now , unexpected but they are trying to figure things out, everything is surprisingly going smooth with no rush at all.

However Grace seemed hesitant on her way , not sure if she should take any step further , she didn't feel like seeing him at all tonight.

His words the other day stuck within her , ringing inside her head like church bells, she was very conscious about herself around him ... to some extent, his opinions about her felt important, she wanted to stand out good and never like a spoiled rotten Sina lady to the humanity strongest...

Grace was confident, always been , it's just hard to maintain that confidence when everyone is throwing her flaws at her face. Traits that she didn't ask to be born with , she would usually brush it off ,but it felt as if her colleagues kept picking up on her accent today as well.

Either joking about how weird she sounded speaking the regular dialect , or that she's just showing off her wealth to remind them of their place. No matter how much she tried to blend in , she's just a silly rich girl in their eyes regardless of the years they have spent working together.

Grace is all over the place , recalling what he said this morning, she wished she never overheard him bitching about Sina's folks to the commander, their way of having an upper class dialect to sound so different from others irritated him.

Although he never made any snarky comments about her way of talking, that still offended her..

Did he kept it all to himself the whole time?

Is this Levi's attempt to be nice to her ? He could've said something , he's not the kind to sugarcoat anyone anyway... why didn't he approach her about it in the first place?

This shouldn't be bothering her so much, she told herself, but it's too much to bear, especially since she's now standing outside his office.

She took a deep breath , assuring herself that it would be over soon and began gently knocking waiting for a response.

"Name and Business?"

" it's m- Grace Nikolai sir" she stated , maintaining her professional manner.

"Get in"

She enters his office quietly after he gave his permission, walking straight forward and placing the documents on his desk.

Levi didn't look up at her as he was fixated on whatever report in his hand, but took a quick glance at the new stack of papers that just arrived and scowled,

" Erwin wants me to sign all of these?"

"Hmm" she added with a nod , Levi muttered what appeared to be a curse under his breath , there's nothing he could do about it, they needed to be done and the captain didn't waste any time into it.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" he gestured at the sofa infront of him while still sticking his eyes into paperwork.

Grace shook her head , hiding her hands behind her back while he looked at her in confusion , "you will stay like that until I'm done with these??"

"Hmm" she hummed avoiding his eyes , fidgeting with the end of her sleeve , Levi raised one eyebrow, not getting exactly what's happening with her , she's giving him noises instead of actually talking directly to him , he huffed and shifted back in his seat crossing his arms, " it will take time"

She shrugged at his comment, remaining silent, which started to irk him even more ,

"Did your tongue got cut or what?"

Another shook from her head was all he got.

"Grace speak for fucks sake" his tone wasn't harsh yet demanding , this isn't like her at all..he thought , she seemed to zone out for a moment , Levi closed his eyes in frustration and let out a sigh , his gaze softens when he looks back at her ,

"Hey what's wrong?"

Her emotions got the best of her, she couldn't suppress the sharp pain in her throat , fighting back tears as she's trying to gasp for air , shame is swallowing her , she never felt this small infront of anyone and out of all people...it had to be him.

It didn't take her long to leave his office , running down the stairs as quickly as possible , she won't let him see her like that, she can't cry for a man even for him .

Her ankle twisted causing her to yelp , this was the cherry on top for everything, not to mention that she just embarrassed herself infront her captain, how absurd ...

She sat down hugging her knees to her chest, finally allowing her tears to fall down.

How stupid she was for doing that , she blamed herself, she just proved that she's indeed a silly rich sina lady, it never mattered to her...but now it hit her hard, it hurted so much...being reduced to nothing other than a pretty, good for nothing doll..

Maybe Levi is right? Maybe everyone saw what she couldn't, She was just too ignorant to look at it.

Slowly steps were making its way towards Grace , she was turning her back at him ,

He finally found her , hugging herself tightly as if she's trying to shield her body, he wonders what pushed her to be in this state, it broke him to see her like that , let alone the fact that she tried to hide how she felt away from him....

He quietly approached her, sitting down leaving some space between them , he crossed his arms looking down at his boots , " Did you get diarrhea? Leaving my office so dramatically like that ?"

Silent chuckles were barley heard from her and she lifted her head up to face him, eyes swollen , her grey eyelids almost becoming red , a deep frown crossed her face.

Grace stood up ,forgetting her unfortunate twisted ankle, another yelp escaped her mouth returning back down next to him,

" Did you hurt yourself?" Levi asked with a concerned tone reaching out to her ,

" yeah felt like it, should've broken my neck instead "

Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance firmly holding her hand, "don't say shit like that, let's get you to the infirmary "

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

His eyes widened at her reaction , he loosened his grip over her hand and before he could say anything, Grace was quick to shoot him another furious look ,

"Just... why do you want to help a spoiled sina bitch like me ??"

"What..?? The fuck you're talking about??"

Grace hid her face again in embarrassment, sobbing non stop while he's awkwardly standing , not really sure how to fix something he accidentally broke due to his lack of attention,

"Just go !! Leave!! So you don't have to tolerate my ridiculous way of talking!"

"Grace , I can't understand shit from what you are trying to say ,What's wrong with the way you talk ??"

Her face was a mess, her long eyelashes are all wet from the uncontrollable tears , Levi kneeled down to her , his thumb brushing over her cheeks.

She can't bring herself to look at him in the eye , she's pouting at his touch which made him withdraw to let her wipe her face ,

" does my background piss you off? The way I talk ...??"

"No...No ? Why would it bother me?"

something sparked into his mind , recalling this morning events , he remembered being so fed up after he met few higher ups from the MP along with Erwin, he didn't like how they spoke with them and it clearly pissed him off , they happened to have the same accent as Grace too...which he clearly forgot about ..

" Did.. you perhaps heard what...

... what i said in that meeting ?"

She nodded , biting her lower lip,

" unfortunately yeah "

she closed her eyes and sighed, "I know... you didn't really meant that..they got on your nerves".

Grace clinched her fist staring at the ground,

" it's just... hearing that coming from you hurted me alot, do you always have to put an act with me because you hate how I speak?"

guilt was eating him alive, he wasn't expecting that, not in a million years.

She cried... fucking cried because of this mouth of his, he can't for the love of god control anything about his sharp words ..

If anything..Grace proved his assumptions wrong the moment he met her, she wasn't anything like them...to him at least.

He really didn't mean it..he utters bullshit blinded by his anger...his tongue slipped this morning and he needed to make it up to her at all costs.

Levi clenched his jaw, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows, he cleared his throat fixing his collar shirt,

" what I said.. you shouldn't take it to heart"

"Yeah?" She muttered, making a low chuckle , trying to wipe her face with her sleeve until he stopped it , taking out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket , he hesitated for a second before coming closer but she didn't seem to mind his touch " Don't get them dirty idiot"

" Not very appropriate for a lady like me no?"

" No it's fucking disgusting "

Grace scoffed rolling her eyes at him , Levi tilted his head, adjusting the few strands of hair behind her ear , " I didn't.. mean it...the shit I said.."

" I know Captain..just forget it..I'm the one who's sensitive and took it personally-"

"Fuck no .. can you just let me ?"

She realised how worked up he was over it... which made her feel bad for him , she knows how bold and rough he can get, he never judged her for who she is but it sucked when she heard that.

" it wasn't directed at you...I wasn't having any of their shit ..it turned out like that"

Levi took a deep breath, his chest felt tight , he was a man of few words and he needed to express himself in the right way without messing it up , Grace knew he was doing his best into this ,which was very much appreciated.

" so.. don't think less of yourself Grace" , he leaned closer resting his forhead on hers ,

He held her hands , his thumb brushing over her palms ,

" People keep treating me as if I'm the one who chose to be born like this , I understand why they may think like that .. but I wasn't privileged either"

"I know" he whispered, he knows it , better than anyone, being looked down because of his birthplace , people kept shoving it into his face in his first years on the surface. She never made him feel less of himself because of it, yet he did it to her instead , he was so ashamed of himself ,

" I couldn't help but feel so stupid sir "

He gave her a silent nod,

" You made me feel so small " She smacked his chest sobbing, " you can't expect me to always get the meaning behind your harsh words on my own !!"

" Grace look at me "

He lifts her chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb softly rubbing her cheek , then slowly pulling her closer to his embrace.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the shoulder,

"Sorry" Levi whispered into her ear, and she couldn't hold her cries any longer, Grace buried her face into his chest while he gently rubbed her back, his soft lips brushed against her hair, reassuring her.

Grace pulled back from him, still not looking into his eyes but she noticed how she left a stain onto his jacket, she gasped, "Your Jacket !!! "

He eyed his shoulder then returned his gaze back to her , " It's nothing"

" give it to me I will wash it!"

" you will be taken to the infirmary "

Leaving no chance for her to resist, she was already being held and lifted up , his strong arms carrying like she weights nothing to him , "I.. can walk on my own " she murmured,

" yeah not when you are about to break your neck running down these stairs"

She couldn't help but giggle at his remark , which made him huff and scowl at her ,

" Get mad at me all you want but don't fucking hurt yourself while you're at it tch.."

" Roger that sir ".

#levi ackerman #levi aot #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi x oc #soft Levi #Snk oc #levi drabble #Levi apologising and trying his best to communicating >>>>

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holyklover · 1 year

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This Isn't Happening l Chapter 1

Dabi x Shigaraki x Reader l Read on ao3 Dead Dove I MDNI

“Princess,” the black-haired guy purred. “Why do you feel so wet here?” Your body froze.

Shunsuke—no, what was his name—Shiga...something. He had slurred his name into your ear before pinning you underneath him. He didn't look like much, maybe a buck fifty soaking wet, but his strength was unmistakable, evident by the crushing force of his body as he had you pegged to the dingy motel bed underneath his weight.

77Shunsuke77. That was his screenname. The man you fell in love with. This wasn't 77Shunsuke77. The man you fell in love with was an average company worker with marriage on his mind. His dating profile had shown you photos of a man, cropped black hair with bangs falling lightly over his forehead. Dark, kind eyes; tall, with well-defined muscles that seemed to pulsate under his shirt. Shunsuke listed his interests as cooking and learning about new cultures. He had nothing but praise for women and their plight in feminism...not putting chloroform over their face and restraining them.

So what the holy hell was going on now?

You weren't some idiot or some naïve youth. You had a career and brains and grew up in the age of the internet. Your generation knew all about stranger danger. You took the precautions necessary. You reverse image searched his photos, his name. All of it matched up....except. He never did let you send any friend requests to his profiles. He didn't want to video chat. And you, the hopeless fucking romantic, didn't care. You trusted him. And look what was happening to you now. This is because you were thinking with you heart and not your brain. Smack “Anybody in there, princess? I'm feeling like you're starting to dislike me.” Shigasomething interrupted your thoughts. You looked up at him. You could taste the blend of mascara and tears as they rolled down your quickly bruising cheeks and into your mouth. “I want...to...go...home,” you choked out.

Then something happened.

The freak above you..why did his face soften like that just now? Why did he grow so quiet and look bewildered. You continued.

“Please, this isn't what you want to do! I can tell!” You felt, for a moment, your body grow a bit lighter as he loosed his hold on you.

“Are you really letting this slut get into your head, Shigaraki?” The voice. That is the very reason you're here right now.

You chalked it up to him just being camera shy. That was ok. Most of your chats consisted of you calling him while you pointed the camera at something else, or simply sharing your screen so he could watch you attend to work matters while he did his own thing.

But you at least had shown you face...all Shigaraki had shown your face...all Shigaraki did was voice chat, and that even that was sparingly. When he did, this guy next to him, grinning like a maniac while palming himself on the other side of you, was undoubtedly the voice you head. Rich and deep; the kind of voice that narrates luxury car commercials. It was his voice Shigaraki would have speak to you. He'd tell you how much he loved you and how so excited he was to guide you around Japan and show you his favorite cat cafe. That same voice was now calling you a slut and egging on Shigaraki to defile you in ways you never comprehended any sane person would want to inflict on anyone, consensual or not. “Princess,” the black-haired guy purred. “Why do you feel so wet here?” Your body froze.

No. No. No. No. Of course these two lunaticsn would equate the natural reaction of a body being aroused to being actually turned on. Shigaraki's raven-haired companion had been assaulting your clothed pussy with a vibrator for the past hour, switching modes between soft and fast, edging you and making you like this. It wasn't your fault. This was just your body reacting. Lick The side of your neck grew warm and wet as Shigaraki lowered his head and began tonguing at your neck. He slurped at your neck, producing vile squelching sounds as he did so. His hair brushed against your forehead. In any other scenario this juxtaposition of sensations would have felt like heaven. You cursed your body for reacting anyway. “Dabi, lemme fuck the bitch already. I'm going to loose it if I can't cum in her soon.” “Yeah, I can tell from here you're oozing precum.” Dabi said as he lazily pumped his dick. You couldn't help but be transfixed by his motions. If it was fear, shame, or a blend of the two, you didn't know. The other freak who brought you here—Dabi—had a dick that was that rivaled what you've seen in porn. It was littered with piercings and subdermal implants. You felt bad for anyone he had to fuck—or was it curiosity? No. That wasn't an okay thought. None of this is okay right now! You have to focus on getting out of here with your life and dignity in tact. You looked up at Shigaraki. “You don't need to do this. We can get past this and pretend it never happened, okay?” you pleaded. “I won't tell anyone... and I meant that I loved you, so we can just....” Oh no. Why was he unzipping his pants? Why was he removing his underwear? Why wasn't he putting on a condom? Why was he flipping you over? “Princess,” he breathed directly into your ear. “You can say whatever you want, I'm still gonna ruin this slutty hole of yours.” That did it. You felt your body go numb. This was happening to you. He never cared about you. He never wanted anything to do with you. He was prey himself who so desperately wanted to become the predator. And he would. From somewhere distant, you head Dabi speak.

#dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha smut #touya x yn #dabi y/n #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x reader #my fics #r-18 #holywrites

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 11

Kaku x Reader

"Here let me see that," Kaku offered, reaching to take your hand so he could look at your arm better.

"I can do it myself," you scoffed and moved your arm away from him.

Kaku frowned but didn't say anything. He watched your turned your back to him and rewrapped your bandages. You were just as reckless as Jabra and stubborn as Kalifa, always insisting you were anything but delicate. Why had he fallen for you?

Kaku thought back to when the two of you went on your first undercover mission as teens.

"Kaku! Check this out, it's a yellow hooooorse!" you exclaimed and point at the animal that caught your attention.

Kaku chuckled at your enthusiasm and the way you pronounced horse. "No, [Y/n], that's a giraffe."

"I- I knew that!" You puffed your cheeks and turn away from him. It didn't stop Kaku from laughing. You didn't let it keep you down because you moved on to the next strange thing you saw. "Look, it's a green aaaaaaaple!"

That's when Kaku learned the best way to blend in was to let your enthusiasm and fascination for the world take over, he learned it from you. He became better undercover and went on more missions as your partner, sometimes acting as a couple, however-

"They're going to get infected if you leave them sloppy like that," Kaku stated, gently taking your arm. Slowly, he unravelled the messy bandages before he started wrapping them around your arm, careful to make sure you didn't lose circulation. "Does it hurt?"

"No..." you mumble glancing in the other direction.

"There, as good as new," Kaku smiled and patted your arm, singling he had finished.

"It's not new," you told him, unamused as you stood up and began walking out the door.

"It's just an expression," Kaku replied, not knowing if you heard him or not.

It wasn't acting on his part anymore, that's just how he acted with you when you gave him the chance. Usually, you only allowed him while undercover, that's why he took those kinds of missions when he got the chance. However, the last one you didn't join him, and it just so happened to take five years. Five years it took until he could see you again.

"Kaku, Spandam wants us to report back to his office," Kalifa informed him, standing by the doorway. "Franky is making commotion again."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Though he'd rather not, all he wanted was to talk to [Y/n].

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"Wake up square giraffe!" Jabra slapped Kaku, finally waking him up.

"Urghh, do you have to be obnoxious all the time-" Kaku tried to insult but stopped as he began to cough out blood. As if all at once, his insides screamed in agony. That swordsman did a number on him.

"Say it for later, we're getting out of here before the marines find us. Blueno's just getting the last of us," Jabra informed Kaku.

Kaku tried to sit up but even the smallest attempt made his body cry. Pain blocked the nerves from responding properly so he decided to stay lying down. He did his best to see who was with them. There's Kumadori, Fukuro, Kalifa...

"Where's [Y/n]?" Kaku asked Jabra, a little worry slipping out.

"Blueno's still looking for her I guess," Jabra shrugged as he kept an eye out. Kaku saw him narrow his eyes and then smirk. "Speak of the devil," he chuckled. The footsteps drew closer and Jabra frowned. "Ooh, what the fuck happened to your arm?"

Kaku's worry became visible. He tried his hardest to lift himself up so he could see you. Tuning out all the screaming his body did to stay still, Kaku hoisted himself on a crumbled wall. Instantly his eyes focused on you, or rather what was missing from you.

"It's nothing, the loud mask guy just got his exploding bullet in my wound and blew it off," you tried brushing it off but anyone could see you were struggling to suppress the pain as you walked. "It's not important, where-"

"[Y/n]..." Kaku sucked in a breath, gathering all the strength he had. "Let me see your arm."

Both you and Jabra looked at Kaku like he grew a second head.

"Are you fucking serious?" Jabra question. "You can barely get up, who the fuck are-" he stopped when he saw the dark aura behind you as you approached Kaku.

With the hand you had left, you slapped Kaku across the face. He looked back with hurt eyes but they dissipated to fear when you grabbed his turtleneck's collar. Your fierce eyes bore into him.

"Stop caring whether I get hurt or injured!" You yelled in his face. You sounded angry, you were angry- no... you were- "I'm not some delicate flower who can't take care of herself! I can kick ass just fine! You need to start looking out for yourself! You- You almost got yourself a ticket to death's door!"

Kaku's eyes were wide with surprise. Your entire face had painted itself with irritation but your eyes... Your eyes were watering, spilling concern and worry that you've never shown before.

"Stop worrying about me when you need to worry about yourself." With that said, you let go of his collar and walked over to Kumadori and Fukuro.

Kaku could only stare as a new kind of pain took over his attention. Heartache, his heart ached to see you in such a state, not just physically but emotionally. However, it only made it worse knowing you were experiencing the same feeling.

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4, 7, 10, 13, 16, 20, 29 and 30 for the artist ask 👀

Thanks!!! That is so many (and I am delighted!) /gen

Also get some snacks or something because this is going to be a long, LONG post :D You know how much I love talking about arts!

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw HORSES. They make no sense, the anatomy is fucked up, and they are impossible to draw well!!! I drew them sometimes as a kid, then I started actually practicing drawing them after the age of 11 thanks to the DreamWorks film Spirit: the Stallion of the Cimarron. (Or whatever the fuck it is how the name is written, I never remember the articles correctly!)

It took me years to draw them using references and I think I did reach a point where I could draw the legs semi-well without references, but honestly, I still don't understand the legs. AND I AM A HORSE GROOM. I have been STUDYING horse anatomy for school, I had to study and learn and be able to name the bones and tendons in horses' legs, and I have stared at images and photos of both horse skeletons as well as alive horses, and also photos of horses with a skeleton painted on their fur, and I have been looking at and handling real horses' legs from up close many many times - and I still cannot grasp how on earth the bones between the knee and hoof go when drawing. I don't know what is it, the second I see the skin and fur and hoof there (since there is no muscles from the horse's knee down, only skin and bones and tendons), my brain starts adding there bones and joints that are not there.

Here's my so far newest horse drawings, after over 20 years of practice:

And they are drawn without any references and I'm pretty proud of the legs even tho they're not exactly correct. But I guess I still have it even when I don't draw them that often anymore!

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate Oil paint and acrylic paint, or painting in general. I have never ever been a painter, but more of liked to work with pencils and markers and just anything that is capable of precise tiny details. As a kid all my drawings used to be so so detailed and tiny that it took me one water colour lesson in middle school to understand that hey, I possibly cannot finish this painting ever if the paper is A3 and I draw there objects that are less than 1cmx1cm in size, and I especially cannot colour them properly with water colour because it's not made for small details at all. I have always struggled with bigger sized artworks, my comics etc. are always quite small, but photorealism is usually on papers sized A4 cos there I then again suck at drawing e.g. faces that are smalled than a hand.

But yeah. Painting, it looks awesome and the paint (especially oil and acrylic, but also guache and in some cases water colour) blend in ways that pencils and markers are not capable of. They are great for landscapes for example, cos abstract brush patterns work great as leaves etc. for trees, but that is something that is difficult to achieve with my tools of choice that work with detailed images better. I did lots of acrylic painting in school and art school, and I never ever liked it because it's so messy and I was probably too young to understand how to work with them properly. I probably should give them a try again one day, because I have slowly been trying out water colours again after learning to hate them at school due to wrong supplies (too thin paper, or a rubbish brush for example), and it's not as bad as I remembered it. Maybe I could view acrylic paint differently too as an adult, and while having the power to choose my topics.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw Hmmmm. I'm not a fan of drawing clothes, all the loose fabric is very hard to imagine, but I also don't want to draw characters naked so I'm just gonna draw them clothes XD Back in the day I would have said: shoes. But my current drawings have very boring shoes - except for that one time when I drew Rod with his New Rock flame boots which were so much fun to draw as a New Rock shoes fan! :D It was this one:

But I think my actual favourite to draw is the blue 80s jackets Bela and Farin often wore, they are SO MUCH FUN to draw with markers! And this is why:

Okay in general anything coloured with this blue marker works - but I just LOVE IT how it reacts to the blender marker (lifts off colour very efficiently!) and how you get this texture that actually makes the colour look like the jacket was 3D! (This one is taken from my Richy Guitar comic from 2022.) I don't know why it doesn't work this well with other colours tho.

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing There is this one Japanese... manga? artist whose works I sometimes see on my dash or in videos about art. They are often in black&white, made with ink or something. I really like the technique in those and in a way it resembles it how I sometimes make my b&w marker drawings. All the art I have seen from him looks really neat and the topics are interesting, but it's just that manga/anime style that is not my cup of tea and what causes it that I haven't gotten into his works. I can't even remember his name but it's possible that someone might recognize whom I am talking about if someone else is reading this, that's how popular he is also among the western world.

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing I am gonna say: photorealistic portraits of people. I have many of them because every time there's been a while since the previous, I start to think about how I wanna draw another one but I have always forgotten about how the drawing process is actually not that enjoyable. It's so restricted. I have to draw a grid or my brain and eye will fuck up the proportions. My brain has temper tantrums even when following the grid because it claims I'm doing it wrong, but in the end the grid was always correct and I just can't SEE the proportions right. I can't improvise pretty much at all because then I will fuck up the proportions again. I need the faces to look like who they are supposed to be, or I will hate myself and feel like I disrespected the person I'm trying to draw. So it's stressful. It's lots of redrawing and erasing until the paper it so worn out the colour is no longer lifting off and there's nothing I can do about it.

The succesful end result always looks neat, but oh so boring. I can recreate a photo with a pencil, so what? It can't get any more boring than that. It's just boasting with "hey look I can copy an image with my hand!" but there's nothing else to it. There is no soul to the drawing. There was no learning going on, unless it was something for the tools or techniques, but no learning about how to draw something specific. It's just redrawing until it looks close enough and lots of blood and tears. People online really like photorealistic drawings because many non-artist people don't understand how it's done, but for me photorealistic drawings and paintings have become really boring to look at, and progress videos are boring because I know how that is done and I know how it's gonna end up looking like. There is no surprise to me, because I understand the key elements of drawing: shadows, midtones and highlights.

I really want to have a semi-realistic style that would look neater and less confusing with my shippy drawings, but I just suck at drawing proportions and faces so I'm unable to draw them so that they would look like my targets. That's why photorealism is not fun, because it just reminds me of how I can't draw human faces even without a grid.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy People often hate drawings hands and avoid doing that because they find it difficult to do, but I actually enjoy it. They're still difficult, but that's why I often use my own hands as a reference. And if I can't see my hands in a posture I want from my own POV, then I will just take a photo with my phone and use that. The easiest way of getting references ever, no need to google for the exact specific posture when I can just grab my phone and there I have it. This has also allowed me to memorize stuff in the muscle memory and especially with my comics I need the references less and less, which is nice. I think my style in drawing hands is evolving and I'm enjoying the results more and more. (Fun fact: people in my comics always have 5 fingers instead of 4!)

This is from one of my newest drawings:

I like so much how this turned out! Tho the cost was that the 3 other hands did not turn out that well - but at least this one did and I really like it :D (And also how it reminds me of my own favourite comics from when I was growing up - aka the French and Belgian comics such as Asterix or Lucky Luke!)

It's from this drawing which I have posted on Tumblr as its own post before:

29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically Oh there are so many medias I enjoy but don't do any kind of fanart of, if this is what it's asking. My fandom behaviour is so weird cos usually I channel my artistic tendencies on just one media or hyperfixation at a time, and the others don't make me want to draw a single thing about them.

And then what comes to medias created through visual arts... such as cartoons, animations or comics. Well usually I am drawn to the visual side of them too. That is one big reason why I don't watch anime and don't real manga, because the art style is not my cup of tea at all, so I would find it hard to focus on the stories either. The same goes for most modern-day cartoons, I just hate the art style majority of them uses, and I'm so visual person myself that I just can't even think about trying them out cos I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to get used to them even if the story would be somewhat funny or interesting.

You can see lots of influence in my art from the comics and cartoons I grew up reading and watching, occasionally I feel like you can even see the Dream Works (or Pixar) animations in my art because I, also, grew up watching some of those films. That is what I do, when a media is artistically appealing to me, as a tribute I will take inspiration and pieces of it to my own art but make sure to not base it fully on anything. My art really is a collection of all the art styles I like, and I feel like if lookng at them closely, you can see "cameos" of art styles from everything from Asterix comics to, say, Tim Burton characters.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated Everything? :DDDDDDD No but, every single piece that makes me go "OMG THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER DRAWN" and which always gets the most quiet response ever. Those I feel are the most underrated pieces. Often the ones that get the most feedback or notes/likes are the ones that make me ask "but why this? what's so special about this? " and I never get any answers.

Anyway, as of today, I still think this is the most underrated piece what I have drawn. I'm still so proud of this, the puns(?), and how much there is going on, and how no one can tell what my original idea was. Even I can't tell, because I'm not sure. It can be interpreted in so many ways, and I like each of them.

THANK YOU SO MUCH it was so much fun to answer to these!!! /gen I hope you also have fun reading these :D

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