#she has rosacea

[deepiintheocean]

rose

[haunting-of-mitch]

started rewatching fantasy high

trying to get back how i used to draw them

my gender/sexuality hcs below

they’re all queer and trans your honor

[dazzelmethat]

Wright coloring study. I had some trouble deciding on how to draw her cute big eyes in a more 3d style.

You know once during an art trade 8 years ago or so I was told 'wow she is so pink!' and I didn't know if I should take it as a complement or an insult.

[t4tstarvingdog]

she's the only guy i ever draw for real

[bloomingjellies]

Obligatory BG3 OC Maeve who looks nothing like her in-game model cause Larion body types and face presets are so limited.

[xiphactinusfish]

✨️Red✨️

[darksouls2yuri]

btw my mom also has awful rosacea and dry skin and yet she puts on makeup for everything and shes like. its just bare minerals lol its good for your skin. rachel your pores are so fucking clogged and you have painful painful breakouts daily. please stop doing this to yourself you will feel better.

[jupiterin4]

time to play my favorite game!!! try to guess someone's rising sign by only looking at pictures!!!!

[dawns-beauty]

Diplomatic Immunity: Elf NPC Overhaul

I wanted to cover the elves from this quest together, because I think it's a neat little change of pace.

Malborn

For Malborn, I actually referenced what was probably supposed to actually be his design, which ended up just being used as a secret container when he takes your stuff for the quest.

It is interesting, he is rather rough and harrowed looking, dirty with dark circles under his eyes. I personally think he was originally going to have an appearance swap after his escape from the embassy.

So, anyways: i kept what I feel like is his iconic hair, but, inspired by the 'fake' malborn look, gave his rosacea (instead of the vanilla rough skin complexion.)

Brelas

Brelas is a Bosmer servant at the party. I've always felt bad for her, as one distraction leads to her being imprisoned. Her look is heavily inspired by ESO Bosmer. She sports some custom hair, worn up for practical reasons. As with all the Bosmer I intend to edit, she uses eyes with star-shaped pupils.

Elenwen

I feel like most mods just make her into a bombshell model-type, so I tried to keep the gist of her vanilla design and lean into 'powerful, scary lady' angle. I tried to keep her in line with highborn Altmer standards, but it is not quite enough to hide her predatory nature.

Rulindil

Rulindil is a Thalmor interrogator, so I wanted him to have a washed out skintone from lack of sun (I imagine he is kept busy.) He has a somewhat gaunt appearance, and a grisly little splatter of blood across his cheek.

[2demondogs]

When You're A Stranger | Kieran/Male Reader

Tags: First kiss AGAIN!!, Kieran had PTSD and he's a little autism coded Words: 2k A/N: For Kinktober (SFW). Originally I was going to fill the frottage prompt but it was NOT sparking joy.

You know you put Kieran on edge. Kindness seems almost painful to him, and fear that you’ve pushed too hard follows whenever he has shied away from you.

Kicked dogs don’t cozy up fast, you’ll remind yourself, and then he’ll come around again.

He’s starting to learn that you aren’t intending to backhand him if he looks at you too long or speaks too softly around you. Even beyond the sweetness you’ve got stored on him, or maybe because of it and the strength love seems to give people to accept lonesomeness in favor of their darling’s happiness, you want him to have… someone, in some sense, that he doesn’t have to fear. Whether, in the end, it’s you or not— that doesn’t matter, but you’ll be the placeholder while he needs it.

His burgeoning confidence is starting to put you on edge, too, if it could be called confidence.

Kieran is bad at hiding his emotions, a real travesty as far as his general safety is concerned. You couldn’t place your finger on what exactly it was in his eyes until an evening where Molly had decided it was your turn to listen to her strife. She had glanced at Dutch the same way: soft-eyed, yearning, that little curl to her mouth. She hadn’t been angry anymore, merely… sad.

Good God, you’d thought, after she’d left you to sulk. He’s in love with me.

A lot of pieces fell into place, then: the patchy rosiness on Kieran’s cheeks that you chalked up to rosacea or sunburning; how he would straighten up when you did, sliding clumsily into mirroring your body language; his clinginess, laced with anticipation that kept him still-distant but much closer than he would ever be caught standing or sitting next to anyone else.

And those eyes, a cloudy color you haven’t gotten close enough to make out yet. They glaze over when you talk as if he’s in a trance — Jesus, you knew that your attention to detail had gone to total shit when that clicked into place, because it’s been painfully obvious ever since. You’d asked him once why he always stared when people spoke to him, and he told you his father had beat his ass raw for not looking him in the eye when he spoke.

That sufficed for the fact he stared, but not the way he did it. It had always been different, with you.

Meatier.

Kieran’s inhibition is palpable once he’s been drinking. Sean had been trotted into camp, loud as ever, and the group beer rations were quickly broken out to celebrate as dusk settled into the skyline beyond the Overlook. For the redhead’s piece, you’d asked him how the O’Driscolls didn’t fear what the rest of you were like after kidnapping his ass; more seriously, you’d ask how he was doing. He’d brushed you off, apparently preferring the taunting to genuine concern. Fair enough. You left him to talk someone else's ear off and wandered to a man you knew would enjoy your company.

He is nursing a beer, watching the campfire crowded ‘round with half of the camp. The tangible longing depresses you in its familiarity. Hosea's doing the same, from a fold-up chair beside his bedroll; Kieran squints when you greet him with: “Hey, old coot. Gonna join the party?”

It takes a second, but he huffs a tense laugh as you glance between him and Hosea. “Don’t think I’m missed,” he says, meeting your eyes.

There it is, that expression. It’s full to bursting.

“I’m missin’ you,” you say, nodding to the hay bale. “Mind if I join your party?”

“Sure thing." His voice sounds strained.

His beer is barely drank from, and neither is yours. The redness of his cheeks and nose, well— you don’t know what it’s from, and the daylight is so faded that it simply looks dark. Maybe it’s been a tan all along.

Or so you’d think, if he didn’t turn to you as soon as you settled a tad too close to him, eyes stuck on your face. The alcohol takes the edge off of your own carefully woven respect for his personal space, and by the time you realize how near you are, it has been too many peaceful seconds to excuse his staring for indignancy. His brows pull together like his mind has blanked in the middle of a thought before it could leave his mouth.

“Kieran?” You ask, and he blinks himself back to earth.

“S’rry,” he says, quick, mouth cracking back in a half-smile. “Real tired.”

“Oughtta be,” you say, taking a drink. He turns back to his own bottle and mirrors you. “All those gray hairs you got comin’ out, I’d be shocked if you weren’t tired. Stress’ll wear you out.”

The air eases. Stress is a word Kieran is familiar with.

“Aye,” he agrees. “Guess I do look pretty rough for my age.”

You smile some. “I was only teasing.” When, predictably, he turns to you— you wink. “Promise.”

He offers a short up-curl of his lips. It stutters when Javier’s guitar starts, sudden and sharp.

“I know,” he says. He tongues the inside of his cheeks, eyes glancing to the ground as if he’d like to watch it instead of you and yet can’t help himself. They roam over your face instead, as he struggles for the words; you let him find them, brows raised. “You never are mean to me. Not really.”

Simple. No juicy tell-all, but simple and sweet. The men start to sing around the fire, a song you don’t recognize.

“Never would want to be,” you say.

He swallows, and you’re certain now of everything you’ve suspected but found difficult to believe. Sure, the signs were damning on his part, and you’ve spent enough time mulling over each and every action to think of someone who does the same things, yet certainly does not fancy you; each one came up with an answer, except that look.

“Why not?” He asks, then, and you’re a little surprised.

“Oh, Kieran,” you say, gently. In your peripherals, Hosea raises to get another beer and Lenny tosses in his sleep. “Men choose to be mean. Well, maybe they’re mean by design, but they choose to show it, at least.”

The concept seems as comforting to him as it does alarming. “Most of ‘em choose it,” he says, eyes squinting. It’s a tic you’ve noticed he has, an irregular twitch of his muscles.

“I know,” you say. Chancing it, you lay an open hand on his upper back; he flinches, but then his shoulders fall an inch or two. “I don’t know what it is about you,” you answer the question before he can ask. “Maybe 'cause you never choose meanness yourself. Makes a man look inside of himself when someone makes a different choice than him, and I doubt they like what they see. To them, that's your fault, so they gotta beat it out of you.”

Kieran thinks the words over. To be honest, you have little idea what you're really saying, are flying off-the-cuff about a subject you probably shouldn’t be — but it feels crucial to answer fast, to speak whatever comes to you first whether it makes sense or not. Some people call gut reactions true feelings, anyways.

“Think I understand." He’s quiet, for a moment. “Y’never get tired of me?”

You huff a laugh. “I get tired of everybody, but I rest up quicker if it’s you.”

He seems to appreciate the lack of sugarcoating. “Me too,” he admits. Lifting his head again, eyes lingering beside your face and then at your jaw, he starts: “You’re really— you’re, uh, real,” — the scramble inside of his head to read your emotions is almost audible, and he finishes uncertainly — “Good to me.”

“You’re talkin’ in circles,” you point out, tone easy.

Kieran flushes. “I appreciate you,” he corrects, tears his eyes away. More to himself, he mumbles: “Yeah, ‘preciate you a lot.”

You smooth your hand across his shoulders. He tenses, but it doesn’t feel as flighty as it usually does. Disappointment might even flicker in him when you take it away. “I appreciate you, too, Kieran,” you say, and can’t help smiling.

Silence passes. Both of you watch the merriment around the fire, Kieran cringing when Dutch starts up his wailing gramophone and takes Molly by the hand. You’ve been thinking, now and again, of how she looked at Dutch just seconds after saying she hated him. Sometimes, I wish he’d grab me by the hair and put me on the boat so I could finally leave him. And then that longing, wanting the very thing you're sitting here watching.

At that, you feel shamefully voyeuristic. Sean is nowhere to be found, and you feel even more voyeuristic when you hear his voice alongside Karen’s over the cacophony.

God, there isn’t anywhere safe to turn your eyes or your ears in this goddamn place. You hope Kieran will start talking again, and then you remember it’s Kieran, so you’d better say something first or you’ll sit in silence the rest of the evening. For someone so stuck in his head, he doesn’t seem to think about many things he’d like to share.

You don’t know he’s looking at you until you turn to speak. It’s your turn to pause, the few lingering seconds of tolerance you have left for not bringing it up passing in the bated breath you share with him.

“Why’re you staring?”

He takes a breath. “You’re nice-lookin’,” he says, voice shockingly calm and even in a rare show of confidence. Then he takes a swig, much healthier than the rest he’s drank. “I jus’— you’re nice to look at.”

You bite the bullet. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Kieran blanches, apparently not expecting an equally as tactless dive-in response. A story crosses his face in an instant: relief, panic, pain, happiness, a few more expressions that you don’t believe have been named by science. “Why?” He asks, but his eyes aren’t behind the question. It’s a knee-jerk response, a self-defense against the idea that he might be worth something kind.

A smile finds you then. “Aren’t you flirting with me?” You ask, partially to get him to admit to it and partially to ease the doubt that prods at your insides.

He nods, and then pauses. Suddenly, he laughs. “Shit, yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t— ‘m sorry, I’ve never… with a man? I ain’t even kissed a girl.” He flushes as if he didn’t mean to say that aloud. "Honestly, it kind of doesn't make sense how I'm s'posed to—"

“Kieran,” you interrupt his babbling, itching to grab him but knowing it would scare him. “Look me in the eye.”

He obeys instantly.

His face melts, and so does your heart. If watching the others feel voyeuristic, this feels exhibitionist; his adoration is so clear on his face, and you can’t help letting your own seep through the mask of nonchalance you try to uphold. To look sweet is one thing as a man; to look sweet on another man is something you avoid at all costs. Yet it doesn’t matter, without anyone watching, even if it chafes on your skin for the mere air of camp to contain it.

“Forget everything. Whether it’s right or wrong or new or old or whatever the Hell,” you say. He nods, throat clicking as he swallows. “Tell me: do you want to kiss me?”

“O’course I do,” he says, as if it’s a dumb question.

He tastes like beer and one of Sean’s terrible hand-rolled cigarettes, must’ve bummed one before the man hit the hay with Karen. The thought is humorous. His beard is scratchy on your face, and his mouth doesn’t move, uncertain how to work against yours — until it makes more sense, and his lips shift slightly, still inhibited.

You lean back first, because you aren’t sure he would even realize he’s supposed to.

[bad268]

Felony Purdy (Brock Purdy X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Yee by @kitwalkersabductor (and @madmushroomxsoph wanted fluff, so here you go <3)

Warnings: Pregnant reader but no pronouns used, brief mention of labor (but not graphic)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1147

Summary: Names are hard to settle on.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Brock, it’s getting to the point where we’re gonna need to start thinking about baby names,” You said one day after he came back from practice. You just hit 32 weeks and you found out you would be having a daughter at 20 weeks. Now, it was setting in that you only had 8 weeks left of pregnancy, and you knew it would fly by. The last thing you wanted was to go into early labor and not have a name prepared for her. “I made a list.”

“Is this a serious list or a suggestion list?” Brock teased, knowing that you liked to joke about names in your earlier stages of pregnancy. 

“Are you saying none of my names are serious?” You started tearing up, thinking that he did not like any of the names you suggested, serious or not. “Ashley Purdy is cute.”

“I’m not talking about Ashley,” Brock laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side. “I’m more so talking about Felony.”

“Felony Purdy would be cute if a felony wasn’t a crime!” You defended as you shot up. You looked down at your bump with a frown as you rubbed around it before glaring at Brock. “If you suggested anything good, maybe I wouldn’t get my hopes up for certain names.”

“You said Rosacea, and I countered with Rose and Rowan. What do you mean?” He laughed in disbelief, trying not to sound defensive or condescending. He knows your mental state has been fragile lately, and the last thing he wants is to hurt your feelings.

“Rose is such a common name, and I don’t like Rose Purdy,” You grumbled as you crossed your arms and leaned back into his side. “What about Calorie? It’s like Valerie but different.”

“Calorie? Please tell me you’re joking,” He chuckled in disbelief but immediately stopped when he noticed you were not laughing. In fact, you had tears in your eyes that were about to fall. “Wait, babe, please hear me out. Calorie, you do know what it means right?”

“It’s cute, Brock. You don’t have to talk to me like a toddler. I know what calorie means,” You sighed unhappily, but after a minute of him staring at you, you realized why he was straying you away from that name. “I stand corrected. What about Brie? That’s cute! Little Brie Purdy!”

“Brie as in Brie cheese?”

“And now you’ve ruined it,” You moaned, throwing your head back. “What about Merlot? I think that’s adorable.”

“You’re just manifesting our daughter to be a whiner,” Brock joked, but it fell flat to you. “Why don’t we stick with more traditional names? Like Elizabeth, Miranda, or Diana?”

“They’re too common!” You cried out as you turned to face Brock, holding his face in your hands. “We are never going to find the perfect name for her. I already feel like I’m failing as a parent, and I haven’t even started.”

“Maybe we could wait to see her, and it will just come to us?” Brock offered. “I would hate for us to find a name we like and take one look at her and think it doesn’t fit her, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh! You’re so smart, Brock! Why didn’t I think of that?” You gasped with a smile. 

“You just have a little bit of pregnancy brain,” Brock comforted as be placed a kiss on your nose, “Don't stress it too much. We’ll find the perfect name for her when she gets here. Until then, I don’t wanna hear you stressing over her name anymore, got it?”

“No promises, but I won’t settle on one,” You laughed as you finally leaned in to connect your lips to his.

~

When the time came, to say you felt unprepared would be the understatement of the century. You started early labor while Brock was at an away game, but his mom was a huge help. Through everything, she stayed by your side along with your support system, and together, they all helped you through the hours of pain you endured. Thankfully, he was able to make it by the time your daughter was born.

After a few hours of recovering, you decided that you were rested enough to hold your daughter, so that’s what you were doing. Listening to the Niners game that Brock had to leave early while she slept, you could not take your eyes off of her. She was the perfect combination of you and Brock. She had your hair color and his facial structure. Her eyes that were currently closed were bright blue, which the nurses told you would most likely get darker over time, but they were beautiful nonetheless. You could stare at her for hours, and you probably were because, at one point, Brock sat behind you to help you hold her up, noticing your arms start dropping.

In the comfortable silence, names flew around in your head, trying to see if any of them would stick with her. Brock was still sitting with you, looking down at her also thinking about names. Then, it was like a lightbulb went off, and the name you thought of was perfect. You were thinking that nothing else fit right, and this was meant to be her name. Brock caught onto the shift in your body posture as you pulled her closer to your body.

“Did you think of the name?” He whispered as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, tightening his hold around you and your daughter.

“Yeah, I did,” You said back just as quietly before turning away from her for the first time in forever to look at Brock. You muttered, “I think she looked like a Felony Purdy.”

“I swear if you’re serious,” He trailed off with a light laugh. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just screwing with you,” You teased as you leaned back you bonk your head against his shoulder. “Can’t I make a joke?”

“I thought we were having a moment,” He laughed as he kissed your forehead.

“We are,” You pointed out before looking back down to your daughter. You smiled as you thought of the name again before looking back over to Brock seriously. “What about Emerson?”

“Emerson Y/n Purdy,” He said as if to test the name out before smiling wide. “I think it’s perfect. Just like you. Thank you for being the best partner and parent to our little Emerson.”

“Thank you for being the best partner and best supporter I could have during this journey,” You said sincerely. “And don’t worry, she will always be my little felony.”

“You know, some parents have cutsy names for their kids like munchkin, sugar bear, or ducky, but you want to nickname our daughter felony?” Brock replied in disbelief. 

“She needs to know what her almost-name was!”

~~~~~

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[fizzy-dizz]

how about a character you haven't drawn (or at least haven't drawn much) before? I like seeing your takes on the canon designs, or lack thereof :>

YEAH actually i forgor ive been tinkering with Fife and Angelique redesigns for a while now, so since we're nearing the holiday season here they are! (with design notes bc i love explaining my choices ahjgjdsh)

For Fife I always imagined a marching band kind of look for him so there's the jacket (without the epaulettes because it looked too much). In his canon human form, he's wearing a sash thing idk what it is but i stole that to recreate the asymmetry of his cursed form. Circles are implemented across his character design so i sprinkled them all over basically. Anyways I hate how bro was just Bootleg Lumiere i was itching to change him around 😭

For Angelique i wanted her to resemble her cursed form a lot more. My girl is a short queen + has a rounder face + pale skin resembling porcelain. Angelique's design is triangular in shape so i kept that with her dress, but also wanted to lean more into the angel imagery so i gave her hair the swirlies to look like puffy clouds :3 (and a goldilocks look too). She's also got some rosacea so she looks more ornament-like. I kept the big bow around her waist from the canon design because CUTE and also to sort of look like wings??

Yeah those r my personal takes on them

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

beautiful (nsfw)

jan stevens/f!reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

tags: lesbian sex, body image issues, rosacea, relationship study, oviposition

written for @alexusonfire

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

beautiful

Jan knows how to love you.

She peppers sweet kisses all over your flushed face, your rosacea rendered more prominent by the blush born out of desire as she rubs gentle circles over your underwear, the fabric growing damper by the second. She laughs when you thank her.

“What exactly are you thanking me for, darling?” she chuckles into the soft, flushed skin of your cheek as she pulls the soaked underwear aside and gently, slowly slides a single finger inside of you. 

Besides the hot, aching want, there is confusion. Does she not see you?

“I know I’m not, ah,” you breathe out, “the prettiest girl, and yet you make me feel…”

You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, to find the right words, because Jan curls her finger and presses into that rough, sweet spot that makes your mind go blank. “Ah, Jan!” you cry.

“How?” she murmurs in-between soft kisses on your cheeks, nose, chin. “How do I make you feel? Tell me.”

She pumps her finger faster, applying just the right amount of pressure — she knows your body well by now, never fails to pay attention to what makes your thighs tremble and your breathing grow laboured, what makes you moan louder. 

“Wanted,” you whine as pressure deep in your belly starts to build. “Ah! You make me feel… wanted.”

“My beautiful girl,” she coos at you when you come undone around her finger. She's always warm and gentle, but still somehow overwhelming. The only thing you are aware of is Jan. Her lips on your burning cheek, her warm breath on your flushed skin, her body that radiates heat, looming over you, trapping you against the bed, her finger still inside of you. Jan, Jan, Jan, everywhere. 

“Beautiful,” she continues to whisper into your skin. She kisses your cheeks that are speckled red and that you hate so much, but she seems to love. 

She sounds so genuine that you don’t dare argue with her.

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Jan knows how to love you.

She never closes her eyes when she kisses you. It’s somewhat unnerving — or it would be if it were anyone else but Jan.

“Why do you never close your eyes when we kiss?” you ask one day as you sit in the garden under the apple tree that barely started blooming, admiring blackbirds chirping.

She cups your face and pulls you close. Her bright blue eyes lined with perpetually smudged black eyeliner and that signature messy eyeshadow shine with adoration. 

“Because you are art,” she says. “And it is a crime not to admire art when it stands right in front of you.”

You laugh in disbelief, and she shuts you up by crushing her mouth into yours, making your head spin with her wet, hot kisses. 

She doesn’t close her eyes.

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Jan knows how to love you.

You kiss in the drawing room, sprawled on the sofa. “Jan,” you say, pulling away, “shouldn’t we go upstairs?”

“I’m afraid I can’t wait to touch you,” she says, kissing along your jaw. “I want to have you right on this sofa.” 

“But it’s — ah! — only five minutes to get upstairs!” you breathe as she bites your neck. 

“Too long,” Jan chuckles into your skin and pins you down onto the sofa, straddling you. You have no further argument to offer. 

She kisses the flushing skin of your cheeks as you grind against each other. The small sofa creaks under your weight, mirrors the rhythm of your hips. Laboured breathing and quiet moans echo throughout the empty, dark drawing room. Jan watches you with love and reverence in her eyes as she reaches her peak and coats your thigh in her wetness. The mere sight makes you come undone as well. 

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Jan knows how to love you.

She has a lot of love to give — too much, everyone always says — she’s too much. Too tall, too imposing, too prone to meddling into everyone’s affairs, too preoccupied with her job. She is too eager, wears too much makeup, has too extravagant tastes, likes young, pretty artists that come to the Institute just a little bit too much. 

They don’t see her the way you do. Love swirls inside of her, begging to be released, to be given. If anything, she is too loving, too generous, too kind. They say she’s too much, but perhaps everyone else isn’t enough. 

“I’m fat,” you say one evening as you’re getting ready for the afternoon mixer — an informal press conference of sorts, to announce your new album. You look at yourself in the mirror, pinching your thighs, your belly, tugging at your underwear that digs into your soft skin. 

Jan, now out of her bunny pyjamas she lounged in all day and already half-dressed, puts her hands over yours and presses her front into your back. She towers over you, and you lean your head onto her breasts. You watch her reflection in the mirror, relieved to tear your gaze away from your own image. Her eye makeup is somehow even darker than usual (if that sort of thing is even possible), her hair styled in intricate finger curls. She looks enchanting and just a bit unsettling — like an oversized doll.

She squeezes the soft flesh of your belly. “You are perfect,” she says.

“I’m fat,” you repeat.

She comes in front of you and kneels. “I never said you weren’t. I said you are beautiful.”

You sometimes wonder if Jan simply doesn't see what you see, you worry that you somehow tricked her into thinking you're beautiful — but it seems that she sees exactly what you see, and yet something completely different at the same time. 

You rest your hands on her hair as she kisses your belly, your hips, your thighs, leaving plum lipstick marks all over your skin. Her hair is hard and clumped from hairspray. You caress it fondly. 

“My beautiful girl,” she whispers, planting a kiss right onto the band of your underwear. Her fake eyelashes flutter like butterflies as she blinks up at you, watching you like you truly are a piece of art — something exquisite, something special, something to be admired. "You're simply gorgeous."

For the first time ever, you don’t argue with her. “Thank you,” you say.

She kisses your belly button and gets up. When you dress, she compliments you again, and she seems to be unable to refrain from touching you. 

She doesn’t stop showering you with compliments all throughout the evening. 

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Jan knows how to love you.

You gasp when she inserts the gelatine eggs inside of you. They stretch and fill you deliciously. She discards the neon dildo once all three eggs are inside of you. 

“If only you knew how pretty you look like this,” she murmurs into your thigh as she kisses it, all while eyeing your filled pussy with lust in her eyes. Pink gelatine drips out of pink folds as the eggs slowly melt inside of you. She licks it. 

She never breaks eye contact with you as she eats you out. Your muscles convulse with pleasure, and one egg slips out of you. She catches it with her mouth, spits it out in her hand, and then shoves it back inside of you, making you groan as you’re stretched once again. 

“No one else would let me do this. No one ever let me love them like this,” she says, wiping gelatine from her lips — a futile gesture, for moments later her mouth is back on your aching pussy. She watches you as she sucks at the pink flesh and licks the pink gelatine.

“No one else would ever love me like this,” you say, unable to peel your eyes away from the odd, beautiful, fantastic, absolutely mad woman between your legs. 

She stops pleasuring you for a moment, huffing in disbelief. You feel the gust of cool air on your wet, hot cunt. “You say it as if it were a chore,” she says before continuing to devour you with gusto.

“I love you,” you breathe out after a mere couple of minutes, when an intense orgasm washes over you and eggs slide our of your pussy and onto the silken sheets. 

“I love you, Jan,” you cry as she continues to suck on your clit that aches with overstimulation, making your thighs close around her head. You close your eyes. Hot tears stream down your red, splotchy cheeks. After a couple of moments you feel her wet and slick lips on your cheeks, kissing the tears away. 

“I love you too, my beautiful girl,” she says.

You believe her. 

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Fuck it, Harry du Bois and co headcanons

- Harry naturally has rosacea but his alcoholism made it worse.

- when he was a PE teacher he would occasionally come wearing the worst clothes for physical activity. Full disco bell bottoms, his shirt unbuttoned to his belly button, and two inch heels.

- he coached girls rugby and la crosse and was so protective of his team. He would call them his girls in passing and if you didn’t know him, you would be concerned.

- Harry got Kim a disco Elysium equivalent to Lego model of a racing MC. Kim was like “👀 why did you get me this?” And Harry was just like “because you like cars :)”. And Kim externally was really cool and chill about it, but internally he was freaking out because he never actually got a meaningful toy from anyone as a kid. (He got gifts donated to a charity. Which included things like glue sticks and half used pencil crayons). He invited Harry over to help build it with him.

- when Kim was a teen, going through his “I’m so angry at everyone and everything around me.” He got semi adopted by a drag family. They drifted apart when he joined the RCM because most of them were old enough to remember the raids that would happen at gay bars. Kim was adamant that he was joining to actually make a difference in the community and he would be one of the good ones. He still visits occasionally, when he’s not bone tired from working.

- Kim and Judit instantly became allies to each other. Being two of the only visible minorities in the precinct, they instinctively gravitated towards each other. They’re not best friends, but fairly close. They back each other up if they notice the other is being talked over or disrespected.

- Harry has a ttrpg campaign with Kim, Cuno, and sometimes Jean. Kim has always wanted to play this long form of board game but has never had any close friends to play with (and yes, his close friends here are literally two of his coworkers and a 10 year old but whatever). Jean acts like he doesn’t like it, he’s really bad at role playing and understanding the rules. But he genuinely misses Harry sometimes and likes to know that he’s okay. Cuno on the other hand, LIVES for the game. He loves the storytelling, worldbuilding, and roleplaying. Harry’s helped him with a few one shots that he played with his school friends (they didn’t like it, called him lame. But him and his pig made it, so what do they know.) He’s working on writing their next campaign and he’s so excited about it and won’t like Harry know what it is.

- Harry adopted a stray cat outside his apartment and didn’t know that she was pregnant until she gave birth in his closet. There was 4 in total, 1 didn’t make it, Trant took one, and Harry couldn’t find homes for the two left so he kept them and mama. Even though mama loves Harry, her favourite person is Kim. Whenever Kim comes over, Harry calls for her “It’s Kim!!” He calls and she shoots up and cries at his feet. Kim won’t admit it, but he finds her adorable and loves her.

Uh, yeah, I don’t think I’ll make it a habit of posting DE stuff but I’m bored lol.

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

All my works about Eddie can be found here

Last Updated : July 3rd 2024

Fluff

- All fluffy Eddie works found here

Furball

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie is being tortured by a scratching sound for days, what is it?

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Missing You

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie misses his favourite girl.

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Newts and Water Hyacinths 

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Deciding to spend his day with his favourite girl, Eddie goes to her home, but where is she?

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Haircuts and Water Fights 

Eddie X Fem!Reader

You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend react when you cut it off?

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Sleepy Snuggles

Eddie X Reader

Eddie comes home to his sleepy baby.

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Drunk Snuggles

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie gets a little drunk at a party and wants to cuddle his girlfriend.

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Teddy

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Reader has a nickname for Eddie that melts his heart.

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Spooky Date Night (Requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie plans a date for him and his girlfriend.

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Clothes Thief

Eddie X Reader

Three times you steal Eddies clothes, and one time he gives them to you.

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Sleepy Eddie Cuddles

Eddie X PlusSize!Reader

Drabble of Sleepy Eddie

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Shy Smiles

Eddie X Shy!Reader

Eddie and reader crushing on each other.

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Jealousy

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie likes the reader, but she’s dating Harrington right?

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sleepover

Eddie X Fem!reader

Eddie and reader are spending the night together for the first time.

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Sand and Suncream

Eddie X Reader

Reader, Eddie and their friends have a beach day.

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Bruised Knuckles (Requested)

Eddie X Fem!Harrington!Reader

Reader likes Eddie, but it only comes to light when someone gets punched.

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Different Kind Of Chemistry (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie asks the Reader on a date, but it doesn’t go how he plans.

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Words Of Jealousy (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddie doesn’t like reader, they have no idea why.

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Storm Cloud Kisses

Eddie X Reader

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

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Feral Boy

Eddie X Reader

Just Eddie being his wonderful Munson self.

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Cuddle Bug

Eddie X Reader

Eddies sick and reader is the only one who can make him better.

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Bumps and Binx

Eddie X ScareActor!Reader

Working as a scare actor you didn’t expect to make someone jump so much that they’d fall for you.

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Old Bear Diner

Cook!Eddie X Fem!Waitress!Reader

Reader becomes a waitress at the diner where Eddie works.

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Curly Kisses

Eddie X Fem!Reader

The many kisses you and Eddie share.

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Cherry Cheeks ( requested )

Eddie X Reader

Rosacea comfort

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Cold Pumpkins ( requested )

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Reader gets cold whilst pumpkin picking, Eddie warms her up.

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Sniffles and Snuggles (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Reader has a cold, Eddie takes care of her.

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Sweet Treat Cramps (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Period comfort

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Twinkling Lights (requested)

Eddie X Reader

Festive date with Eddie

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New Beginnings (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

After being attacked by the bats, Eddie wants to change himself for the better.

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Little Voids (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Reader has 3 little voids living with her, how will Eddie react?

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Not So Shy (requested) (smut)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Eddies girlfriend is shy or so he thought.

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Metal Head Cuddles

Eddie X Fem!Reader

The way Eddie hugs his girl

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Dark Waters (fantasy!au)

Knight!Eddie X Elf!Princess!Reader

When danger comes, a mysterious Knight comes to aid.

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Angst

- All angsty Eddie works can be found here

Misunderstandings (+ Fluff)

Eddie X Twin!Harrington!Reader

You and Eddie had been dating in secret for months, what happens when you can’t do it anymore?

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All That Matters Is Us (+Fluff)

Eddie X Cheerleader!Reader

You’re in a secret relationship with Eddie, what happens when someone finds out?

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My Year (+ Fluff)

Eddie X Reader

When the demobats attack the trailer, Eddie goes to protect you.

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Tea and Toast (+ Fluff)

Eddie X Reader

Eddie shows up at Readers house in the middle of the night.

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Wayne’s Hot Cocoa (+ Fluff)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Reader has a nightmare, the Munsons help.

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Stormy Fights (+Fluff ) (requested)

Eddie X Reader

Eddie and Reader get into a fight

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Heaven (+Fluff) (requested)

Eddie X Reader

Reader gets cursed by Vecna

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Fears of the Night (+Fluff) (requested)

Eddie X Reader

Eddie nightmare comfort

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Dad!Eddie

- All dad / step dad Eddie works found here

Margot

Eddie X SingleMom!Reader

You and Eddie have been dating for months, the only thing, he doesn’t have a clue about your daughter, Margot.

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Cinderella and Warm Milk

Eddie X Mom!Reader

Eddies first night looking after Margot

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Cuddles and Stew

Eddie X Mom!Reader

You get sick and Margot calls Eddie.

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pickle

Eddie X Fem!Hopper!Reader

You and Eddie had been so careful, so how on earth did you have a positive pregnancy test?

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Early Gifts (requested)

Eddie X Fem!Reader

You give Eddie an early Christmas gift.

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Modern!Eddie

- All Modern Eddie works can be found here

Instagram Part 2

Modern!Eddie X Reader

Just Eddie, reader and their friends being cute on IG.

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Weird But F-ing Beautiful (Requested)

Modern!Eddie X Fem!Gothic!Reader

Reader and Eddie bond over their love of metal, but she has a secret …

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Rose Petal Cheeks

Gwen Characters x Reader with rosacea

A/n: Hi everyone! I know it's been a hot minute, so I figured I'd attempt to get back in the saddle with a little self-indulgent piece. For those of you that don't know, I have severe rosacea on my entire face, and for the past couple months especially my self-esteem has really been taking a hit because of it. I thought a little pick-me-up would be nice, and if you have rosacea or any other skin condition that gets you down some days, this one is for you too! 🩷 Characters are Larissa Weems, Brienne of Tarth, Jane Murdstone, Jane Stevens, and Lucifer.

Larissa Weems:

Larissa is a pro when it comes to skin and beauty care, even has a few personal connections in the industry so she can set you up with Jericho's Top Dermatologist at a much lower price than usual. She's always looking into new cleansers and moisturizers; she's very knowledgable about ingredients and won't let you near certain ones as she knows they're not good for your sensitive skin

Will absolutely give you mini-facials in the comfort of your own home, laying you back on her lap while she gently massages serums and creams into your skin. She creates an entire atmosphere with lowered lights and relaxing music, even setting up some aromatherapy to really set the vibe for you

If you decide you want some coverage during the day, she'll also help you pick a good foundation and color correcting primers that won't irritate your skin further

Constantly has a humidifier going in your bedroom, so your face won't dry out at night, and even buys you a mini face mister to carry with you in case you're feeling a bit dry throughout the day. She also makes sure you drink water to stay hydrated, as she knows that dryness will flare up your red

She loves to pepper your nose and cheeks with kisses, and constantly reassures you that you are still beautiful, and that your skin doesn't make you any less worthy of love or affection. On the harder days, she'll simply keep you curled up beside her, distracted with your favorite movie or game, as she knows you won't be much for going out in the public eye

Brienne of Tarth:

Brienne knows what it's like to be whispered about, to have people stare and sometimes even outright comment about her appearance, so it infuriates her when she sees the townsfolk doing the same to you

You've been asked it all; is it a disease? What illness do you have? What's wrong with your face? Are you hot? Are you burnt? Is it contagious?- Brienne will come to your defense every time without fail, either simply pulling you away from the offending person, or loudly telling/scaring them off with her arm still wrapped around you

One time she even went so far as to almost get in a physical altercation, squaring up with a drunk man before you dragged her away and kissed her silly for standing up for you

She's not always the greatest with her words, but she'll bring you flowers and call you beautiful on your rough days, and never hesitates to gently hold your face; she doesn't realize just how big that is for you, as most people shy away from touching you simply because of the red tinge to your skin

Jane Murdstone:

Jane will admitedly be a little rude at first. She just simply Does Not Know what rosacea is, and therefore is a bit of a snob about it, outright asking you what it is and why you haven't treated it yet

Then she becomes curious, in a slightly less-offensive, more academic way. She reads up on it, coming across many salves and tinctures that have been said to "heal". Of course, once you explain that it's not something you can exactly get rid of, she becomes much more invested in finding things that will simply soothe it

She can be a little overwhelming some days, shoving books and creams at you, and won't always understand why you don't just cover it up if it bothers you so much. It will take some time, and many conversations, but at the end of the day she's only so intense about it because she cares, and doesn't like seeing you upset about it

Will also Cut A Bitch if they dare make a nasty comment to you. Everyone in town knows not to mess with the Murdstones, and once it's made clear that you're "with her", people tend to steer clear of you regardless of your appearance

Jan Stevens:

While other Gwen characters find you attractive despite your rosacea, Jan is the only one to find you attractive because of it. She is more or less delighted by your appearance, as she's never been one for modern beauty standards. The first time she lays eyes on your rosy face her very breath is taken away, and she is instantly enamoured

She's delicate with her questions, making sure to never ask you too much too quickly. She does go a little overboard with the compliments, so much so that in the beginning you think she might be making fun of you. You're also not sure you like so much attention to be drawn to your redness, so some of it is also a bit of defensiveness. Jan pays little mind to it, and simply keeps up with telling you how pretty your particular shade of red is today

She takes to calling you her "sweet rose", and you really can't help liking it. She's just so genuine when she says it, while pressing a tender kiss to your cheek or running her finger softly along your chin

She encourages you not to cover up if you don't want to, completely understanding that it only irritates your skin further. Oddly you also feel less beautiful under concealer and foundation, once telling Jan you felt like it was "putting lipstick on a pig". Jan of course was not pleased with this comparison, and immediately took to overzealously pampering you for the next few days

Lucifer Morningstar:

Lucifer, at the end of the day, genuinely does not care about your rosacea. They've seen, and frequently deal with, the most grotesque beings to ever exist... and you're worried that they're worried about a little redness? Please. Get over there and kiss them, they don't like to be kept waiting.