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cherrychilli · 4 months

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Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

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More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

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Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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etheries1015 · 4 months

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I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomnia’s s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, it’s alright if you don’t 😭

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!

Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!

featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!

general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \

TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.

Leona

The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.

"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"

Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.

Ruggie

"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.

Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.

"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3

Jack

He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.

He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.

With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.

You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3

Azul

He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.

But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;

"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.

He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.

He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.

Jade

The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.

"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.

He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.

But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.

He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!

Floyd

Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.

You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.

"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.

Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.

The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.

"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...

He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.

Ya'll are so silly for each other <3

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #jack howl x reader #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons #leona x reader

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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Steve comes into the kitchen fresh from the shower, finds Eddie with his head in the sink, scrubbing his soaked curls over the basin.

“Uh,” Steve says.

Eddie flips upright, sending a spray of water across the backsplash. He shakes his head out like a dog. “Morning!”

“Were you just shampooing your hair in the sink?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“Water was still warm from the dishes,” he shrugs, as if that explains a damn thing. “You want coffee?”

Steve stares at him, horrified. “Eddie… for the love of God, please tell me you did not just wash your hair with dirty dish water.”

“Ew! What??”

“You just said the water was still warm from the dishes!”

“The water from the tap was still warm,” Eddie gestures emphatically at the tap in question, at the empty and sparkling stainless steel basin, “from where I scrubbed the sink clean after draining the dishwater. Jesus Christ, Harrington, what kinda man do you take me for?”

“I don’t know! The kind who washes his hair in the sink??”

Eddie cackles at that, swings himself around the kitchen island into Steve’s space, his movements free and loose with amusement.

“It was clean water, baby, honest,” he swears as he squeezes Steve’s face between his hands and peppers him with kisses until his deeply offended frown eases into an only slightly put-out pout.

Steve does his best to maintain his glare. “Did you even use conditioner?” he asks.

“It was two-in-one?” Eddie tries.

“Okay, nope! No. Absolutely not, get your ass back upstairs, Munson, we’re doing this properly.” He drags Eddie from the kitchen by his wrist, muttering angrily under his breath as he stomps up the stairs. “Two-in-one. Of all the stupid fucking…”

Later, when they’re lying sated in bed (Steve on his back with an arm under his head; Eddie sat up and purring like a cat as Steve’s blunt nails scratch down his spine), after Eddie’s hair has been combed through and set into pretty little ringlets with no less than five different products, Steve props himself up on his elbows and levels Eddie with a suspicious look. “…Was this all a ploy to get me to do your hair for you again?”

Eddie doesn’t even bother trying to hide his grin as he lets his head flop over his shoulder to look at Steve. “And also to get you to fuck me in the shower first, yeah.”

“You little shit!” Steve laughs, kicking at Eddie’s back. Eddie yelps and scrambles off the bed, safely out of attack distance.

“You still want that coffee?” he offers.

Steve chucks a pillow at his head, and Eddie dodges. “Ugh, you’re the worst.”

“Mmhm,” Eddie agrees, “But you looo-ove me.”

Steve does, is the thing. He really, really does.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #my writing #this is very silly i’m sorry or you’re welcome

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chesslung2 · 2 years

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chaoticace2005 · 2 months

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Things spiders seem to hate:

(Some evidence based on our local arachnid.)

-Mint

-Citrus

-Eucalyptus

-Vinegar

-Bug spray

-Cinnamon

-Cedar wood

-Candy

-People sneaking up on them

-Asshole moths

-Asshole moth’s shitty TV boyfriend

-Exorcists

-Loud music, they can’t navigate well with it cause their vision sucks so they rely on vibrations.

-Lack of drugs

-Crushed up smarties that are made to resemble drugs but ARENT drugs and that asshole scammed them

-Being called out on their bullshit

-Selling their soul

-Being called a “one star reviewser”

-Not wearing shoes

-Getting smoke blown in their face

-Being commented on for their “lack of a nose”

-Vulnerability

-Any pig-derived food item

-People who hate on pigs

-3 in 1 shampoo

-8 in 1 shampoo (Husk what the heck?)

-Being blindfolded

-Being waterboarded

-People blowing up THAT DAMN WALL

-Family reconciliations

-Broken spaghetti

-Shitty wine

-The idea of being thought of as “straight”

-Being banned from crawling on the ceiling

-Sad Bar Cats

-Bar Cats thinking they aren’t good enough enough for spider when kitty is best thing to ever happen to spider.

-People hurting or threatening to hurt their found family.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #stupid hazbin hotel lists #huskerdust #angelhusk

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skelliko · 2 months

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Sanzu Haruchiyo |°- yandere sanzu stalking you

• his stalking started off small and tame, but over time his mind began to get corrupted and caused his brain to go overboard and think that the both of you are in a relationship that you just don't know about.

• when your presence is around him hes quiet and tries to make himself almost unseen by not even looking at you, but when you're far from him his eyes are always on you as if you have a red arrow above your head that only sanzu can see

• he knows a lot of things about you despite only ever exchanging very few words maybe once or twice.

• he knows the basics such as your birthday and what your hobbies are but then it gets a little more concerning cause he also knows where you live and with who and he's gained all this information in his own way with no ones else's help, he also knows which window is to your bedroom.

• he's made a list of all the things he knows about you that way he can keep track of it all and he looks back at it almost daily making it to be engraved into his mind. though he also has another list of things that hes guessed about you, he guesses issues that you may have from certain traits that you expose and he also guesses others things that he hasn't been able to be informed on but he links those guesses from the first list.

• has quite a bit of photos stored on his phone, any chance he gets of capturing your beauty he takes a picture of the scene. he occasionally looks back on those photos and when he realises that a photo came out blurry he gets irritated because he can't go back and re-do it, but he still keeps it and doesn't delete it because it's still a memory to have.

• whenever he just so happens to walk past your house he stands back and tries to see if he can subtly see anyone through the window and he mainly hopes that it's you, but seeing a parent or a sibling isn't all that bad because then he pays attention on if there's any similarities.

• if you live in an apartment instead of a house he'd do the same thing with the window watching but he'd also occasionally walk up to your door and press his ear against it to see if he can hear any voices. depending on how big or small the apartment is then depends on how thin or thick the walls are and half the time you can hear anyone's voice or thud.

• when you're out shopping for perfume, skin care, shampoo/conditioner or anything that may leave a certain scent on you sanzu gets the same thing. he uses the same hair products as you and occasionally sprays the same perfume as you on a piece of clothing that he then sniffs pretending that the shirt is yours.

• he doesn't try to purposely follow you around, but when he unintentionally sees you in public all of his thoughts disappear and instead he chooses to just briefly see where your going. a brief moment then turns into straight up stalking like a big cat and it's prey, all the way until you get home.

• though when he does accidentally see you out in public, even if you're with someone else, sanzu gets so delusional that cause of his messed up mind he convinces himself that you're madly in love with him and that you're also stalking him in return, tho that is far from the true reality. due to this he always feels a rush of warmth thinking that your following him and he makes it out to be a one sided competition to indicate that he can do and love so much more than you can.

• any person that you come in contact with that he considers to be a threat to your 'relationship' he sabotages by spreading around fake rumours about yourself or the person so that the both of you would cut contact

• whenever he gets a dream about you he believes it to be some sort of sign, either a bad or good one. if it's considered to be a bad dream then he gets pissed off at you and makes your week to be miserable in any way he can think of. but after that week he goes back to treating you how he did before, still with a few bad intentions until he can fully get over it because he's that dramatic but it's calmed down a little.

• he sticks 'sweet' little notes on your window at night, but sometimes when you do something that he didn't like he turns those notes as threats

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#not my favourite of works but its whatever #just something small i had in my mind #tokyo revengers #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #sanzu stalker #yandere #yandere sanzu #Tokyo revengers yandere

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natsstar · 1 year

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tension.

pairing: natashaxfemreader

warnings: SMUT! / mommy! kink! / praise kink / restraint if you squint (nat’s just strong) strap! on! r receiving / fingering (r receiving)

summary: you and natasha had been engaging in some harmless flirting….. but what happens when the rest of the team starts to notice?

word count: 3,600

notes: this is filthy. also based on a lovely request. you’re welcome.

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“Jesus Christ,” you spit out, ducking out of the way as Steve hurls his fist at you.

“You never pull those punches, huh Rogers?” Natasha chuckles from outside the ring.

Sparring with Steve is well- not as easy as it looks. He’s a super soldier for fuck’s sake. You take a foot to the stomach and stumble back, clutching your torso as all the wind gets knocked out of you.

“Hit her harder,” Natasha says with a grin, her arm now dangling over the side of the railing.

“Shut up Romanoff,” you say, out of breath. You straighten back up, pouncing on Steve like a cat, only to be knocked to the side. You hit the ground with a groan, rolling over on your back and staring at the ceiling.

“Good job, Y/N,” Steve says looming over you. He extends a hand out to help you up, but you bat it away.

“Fuck off,” you say with a huff, rolling to the side with another groan.

“Meeting in fifteen minutes princess,” Natasha calls from the back of the gym as Steve climbs out of the ring. You get up slowly, wincing at the bruise forming on your rib cage. Climbing out of the ring dramatically, you stalk towards Natasha’s place at the equipment rack.

“Would ya,” you mumble, waving your hand at the cut on your lip.

“Yup.” She grabs a cloth and some antiseptic, motioning for you to sit in front of her. You sit down, straddling the chair and leaning your head up towards where she’s standing. She sprays the antiseptic wash on the cloth and then holds it towards you, lightly dabbing the cut. You wince, but stay still, your fingernails digging into the chair.

“He got you good, huh?” Natasha mumbles, her focus completely on your cut.

“Mmhm.”

Natasha puts a few small bandages on your lip, giving a light slap to your cheek when she’s finished.

“Still pretty?”

“Nope,” Natasha says, walking away.

You let out a huff, your eyes lingering on her hips and how they sway back and forth as she walks. The Black Widow- cold yet so, so hot. You get up, kicking the chair to the side and trailing after Natasha towards the debriefing room.

The meeting goes smoothly, Steve discussing the upcoming assignment and you biting your nails and sneaking glances at Natasha across the table. She sits there the entire time with her arms crossed, eyes boring into you. This isn’t an unusual occurrence- Natasha messing with you. She’s wearing a tight zip up, her cleavage spilling out the top. Fuck. Natasha’s hot, you’ve acknowledged that, but it’s not like you would ever do something about it. You could never really tell if the way she looked at you was in the same way you were looking at her: hungry, hot, horny. She’s just Natasha (terrifying.)

The meeting ends and you stand up out of your seat, gathering your things when you feel a hand brush around your waist. You look up and it’s Nat, her face completely expressionless as she leaves you and walks out the door. Rolling your eyes, you trail behind her. Steve catches your gaze, giving you a quirk of his eyebrow in question, but you just wave a hand at him, heading down the hallway to your room.

“What was that about?” he whispers nonchalantly behind you.

“I don’t know. Whatever.” You open the door to your bedroom and close it behind you quickly, falling face first on your bed and screaming into your pillow.

You quickly undress and turn on the shower, desperate to wash off the sweat and grime from sparring earlier. You remember how Natasha wiped the cut on your lip as you shampoo your hair- the close proximity the two of you were in. You find yourself growing flushed as you picture Natasha in your mind. Her figure, her hair, her lips.

“God fucking damnit,” you mutter under your breath, turning off the shower and shaking off the thought. You dry off, putting on sweats and a tank top before heading out into the shared kitchen to whip up something for dinner. All your teammates are scattered throughout the room. Steve and Tony are sitting at the table eating their food, Bucky’s watching something on the couch while Clint perches on the arm chair. Natasha’s spinning around the kitchen, seemingly cooking something on the stove while Wanda sits cross legged on the counter with a bowl of pasta. You wander towards the fridge, opening it up and jutting out your hip as you scan over your options. You eventually decide on some leftover rice, scooping it into a bowl and tossing it in the microwave. Natasha’s cooking erratically, spices and vegetables everywhere. The redhead flies past you every couple of seconds, darting to grab a different ingredient or utensil.

“Nat.” you say without looking up from the microwave, “What are you doing?”

“Cooking,” she says behind you. Wanda snorts from her place on the counter.

“Must you do it with so much vigor?” you retort.

You feel a firm hand on your back. “Don’t move, I'm grabbing a knife,” Natasha says, reaching around you to grab a knife from the holster.

“Stab me with it,” you mumble.

“Maybe later.”

You scoff as she skips away, pulling your rice out of the microwave and resting your hip against the counter as you watch Natasha. You eye her intently as you spoon food into your mouth, watching the way her shoulder muscles flex underneath her tank top every time she stirs the pot. She’s wearing a white wife beater and black leggings, her hair falling messily down her neck. You feel a tap on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance as you whip your head around to look at Wanda perched next to you.

“What’s up?” she asks, cocking her eyebrow.

You flush a little, embarrassed to be caught raking your eyes over Natasha’s body.

“Nothing.” you say with a mouthful of rice.

“Just fuck,” Wanda says with a laugh.

“Huh?” you whisper yell, eyes going wide.

“Say it louder for the people in the back!” Tony yells from the table.

“Say what?” Natasha asks with false innocence, slowly turning her head from the stove.

“Good God.” you mutter, steering yourself away from the counter and out of the kitchen.

“Me and my rice are leaving,” you yell over your shoulder as Wanda cackles.

“Bye princess!” you hear Natasha saying, eliciting more laughter from Wanda. Annoying shit.

You get to your room, sitting down cross legged on your bed and opening up your laptop to watch something on Netflix. A little flustered from your previous interaction in the kitchen, you attempt to distract yourself, mindlessly shoveling rice in your mouth as you try to find something good to watch.

Natasha Natasha Natasha.

She’s in your head. She’d been messing with you since the first time she watched you lay your eyes on her. She knows. She has to. The two of you would flirt and banter, but it had never gone farther, at least you’d never expected it to. Would you sleep with Natasha? The question is daunting, your cheeks growing red just thinking about it. Fuck it, of course you would. You slap your laptop closed, and abruptly stand up. You’re not hungry anymore, at least not for the rice. You march into the kitchen before you lose your nerve.

“Where the fuck is Nat?” you say with a little too much force.

Steve freezes mid chew, “Uhhh.”

“She went to her room,” Wanda says quickly. She gives you a wiggle of her eyebrows and you turn around, rolling your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you make a beeline for Natasha’s door, stopping just before you open it. You hesitate for a moment, noticing the shake in your hands and the burning in your cheeks. Fuck it. You open the door, striding in towards Natasha’s bed as it slams behind you. Natasha looks up from her bowl of stir fry.

“Hello,” she says, mouth full.

“Okay. So. Natasha.” you stutter, trying to find your words. She just peers up at you, continuing to munch on her veggies.

“Would you stop that? Put your food down.”

She does. Setting her bowl on the side table and putting her hands up in surrender.

“Okay. So. You, me-” she cocks her eyebrow at you. “Stop- don’t look at me like that.”

“Look at you like what Y/N?”

“You know what? Maybe this is a bad idea,” you turn on your heels, ready to chicken out when a hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you back. Natasha had stood up in the process, and when she whips your body back towards her, you’re face to face.

“What’s a bad idea,” Natasha purrs, her thumb slowly rubbing up and down your wrist.

You watch as her fingers trail up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your body feels like it’s on fire, your skin and heart responding to her touch. You drag your eyes up to look at her.

“Natasha.”

“Y/N.”

“Fuck it,” and with that you surge forward, your lips messily finding hers in a heated kiss.

Natasha lets out a surprised noise before composing herself enough to kiss you back, both her hands flying to your waist and gripping tightly. You groan as her fingers dig into your sides, pulling your body flush into hers. She coaxes your mouth open, wetly sliding her tongue between your lips. You open your mouth to accommodate her, your hands shakily weaving into her hair as the kisses become more heated.

“Natasha-” you mumble into her mouth.

“Quiet.”

And with that she pushes you down on her bed with enough force that you fall flat on your back. You scoot up towards the pillows before she’s back on you, straddling your lap and reattaching her lips to yours. She’s kissing you with so much passion- her hands running over your body as she begins to grind her hips down into you. If there’s one thing about Natasha it’s that she never does anything with half effort, and clearly this would not be an exception. You plant your hands on her hips, guiding her movements on top of you. She gives a light bite to your lower lip before removing her lips from yours and trailing down your jaw and to your neck. She sucks harshly at your pulse point and you moan. You feel her smirk into your neck as she makes a trail of love bites down your throat, knowing good and well that everyone will be able to see them tomorrow. She gives you a particularly hard bite and you yelp, her hands digging into your rib cage to keep you still.

“Fuck. I’m gonna ruin you so good,” Natasha mumbles into your neck.

The only thing you can muster in response is a whimper, Natasha’s calloused hands dipping under your shirt and lifting it up over your bra. Her mouth drags down to your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down and nipping at your exposed breasts. She laves at a nipple, sucking it into her mouth harshly and clipping it with her teeth before moving on to the other. All you can do is lie there and take it, arching your back into her and tangling your hand in her hair. Natasha has you pinned beneath her, her hips digging down into yours and her hands coming to push down your waist each time you squirm. Her thigh slips between your legs as she showers your chest with attention, eliciting a set of low whimpers as she pushes it further into your center.

“Natasha,” you whimper, “Please.”

She sits up suddenly, taking your jaw between her fingers as she straddles your hips. She grips you hard enough to leave a bruise, peering down at you with her pupils blown and lips slightly parted.

“You think you can tell me what to do, huh?” you try to shake your head no, but she grips you harder, leaning her face into you until your noses are touching.

“You’re mine now Y/N,” she whispers, “Now shut the fuck up and be good for me.”

You nod your head quickly, a flush creeping up your chest and neck. Natasha sits back up, quickly pulling your shirt off the rest of the way and unclipping your bra.

“No touching until I say so,” Natasha rasps out, lifting her own shirt over her head, her thighs still tightly straddling your hips. She unclips her bra and throws it to the side, leaving your eyes wide and your mouth watering.

“Hands up,” the other woman demands. All you can do is nod, completely silent as you lift your arms up over your head, gripping the bed frame behind you.

“That’s a good girl.”

Before you can even attempt a response, Natasha leans down, crashing her lips into yours. You moan as she sucks your tongue into her mouth, hooked on the way she kisses you with so much need. Her hand trails down your body, pinching your nipples before delicately running down your rib cage and stomach until she finds the hem of your sweatpants. Her hand slides into your pants, running over the hem of your underwear before lowering to cup your heat through the cotton. You arch into her with a moan, hands tightly gripping the headboard.

“Is this what you want?” Natasha asks teasingly, her fingers lightly rubbing circles around your clit through your panties.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

Your lip catches in between your teeth, giving her a dumb nod of your head as your entire body clouds over with lust. Your mind is hazy, completely consumed by Natasha.

“Words.” her fingers dig into you harder, your hips jerking up.

“Please- please fuck me Natasha,” you breath out.

Natasha’s eyes visibly darken at your request, her hands coming down to rip off your pants and panties in one fluid motion. You shiver as the cold air hits your body, but you forget the sudden change in temperature when Natasha unclamps her thighs from around your hips and removes the rest of her clothes. She settles back on top of you, tangling her legs between yours so that you can feel her own arousal on your thigh. When Natasha lowers her lips to yours it’s different this time- slower, more calculated. You moan softly into the kiss, your nails digging into the headboard as you ache to run your hands over Natasha’s body. You settle with wrapping your legs around her, grinding your hips in an attempt to seek friction. You feel Natasha smirk against your lips as her hands wander down your stomach and brush across your hips, entirely too turned on to get embarrassed at your need for her touch. Your mouth hangs open when her fingers finally find your clit, your hips jerking up into the woman on top of you.

“Stop squirming,” Natasha demands, removing her hand from your clit to push your hips down.

You begin to groan her name, but you’re stopped when she lifts two of her fingers to your lips, her other hand gripping your jaw open. You take them in your mouth, sucking your arousal off of them and moaning at the taste.

“That’s it,” Natasha whispers, “Be good for mommy.”

Your eyes go wide, but you nod, increasingly turned on by the title she gives herself. You whine when she removes her fingers from your mouth, but are quickly silenced as she rubs a harsh circle on your clit before pushing them into you. You throw your head back with a satisfied groan, Natasha curling her fingers deep inside of you before pulling them out and repeating the action again.

“That’s a good girl,” she praises, nodding her head in approval, “be loud for me.”

You meet her request, letting little noises escape your throat each time she pumps into you. The woman picks up the pace, the heel of her hand digging into your clit as she begins pounding her fingers into you. She’s giving it to you hard and fast, her red hair falling over your face as her body moves with the rhythm of her fingers. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, your legs tightening around her body as you beg her not to stop.

“Nat-” you breathe out, “I’m gonna come.”

Suddenly she stops, pulling her fingers out abruptly as you cry out at the loss of contact.

“You come when I give you permission,” she growls out, landing a slap to the outside of your thigh. You whimper as she gives you another slap, your lower lip catching in between your teeth.

“Yes mommy.”

She gets up off of you, standing up and moving to her dresser. You’re left confused and mildly panicked, both overstimulated and under stimulated at the same time. She opens up her bottom drawer, taking out a harness with a black dildo attached to it. Your eyes go wide.

“Mommy’s going to fuck you with this, okay baby?” Natasha says as she turns to you, stepping her legs into the harness and pulling the straps up over her hips.

All you can do is nod and stare as Natasha tightens the straps and makes her way towards you.

“Be good,” she says, settling herself back on top of you, the dildo brushing your center. Natasha leans her face close to yours, your lips barely touching as her eyes bore into you. Her hand between her legs, she takes the strap, slowly running it up and down your clit, carefully watching each reaction you have. Ever so slowly, she pushes it into you, your jaw going slack and Natasha nodding in approval as you take the entire length.

“That’s a good girl,” she whispers, bottoming out.

She gives you a few shallow thrusts as you adjust, your eyes screwed shut and your knuckles turning white as you grip the wood above you.

“Eyes on me,” and with that, Natasha delivers a harder thrust, hitting deep inside of you, your eyes flying open to hold her intense stare. She pulls out slowly just to thrust into you hard, moans ripping through your chest each time she hits your sweet spot.

“Good?” she asks, and you just nod, unable to muster even a single sentence.

“Okay,” and she plants both of her hands on your torso, harshly gripping your waist as she picks up the pace. Your thighs clamp around her body, Natasha pumping into you with vigor. She leans her head down, capturing your nipple between her teeth, eliciting a series of whimpers from your throat as she nips and sucks. You’re a mess, grinding your hips up with every thrust, the sound of your skin meeting echoing throughout the room. Natasha shifts ever so slightly, one arm coming up next to your head as she props herself up on one of her elbows in a bid to keep upright as the harness rubs against her clit with each thrust. Your moans are becoming more frequent as you chant her name like a prayer, begging her to keep going.

“That’s my good girl,” Natasha pants out, “My good fucking girl.”

Your orgasm is creeping up on you quickly, a tight knot forming in your stomach as Natasha continues to pound into you. You see her bottom lip tremble as her own orgasm gets closer. The hand on your hip comes down in between your bodies as Natasha begins to rub your clit with the rhythm of her thrusts, and you think you scream.

“You can come,” Natasha says shakily, and you do just that.

Your walls clamp around the silicone toy, your legs shaking and your jaw hanging open as Natasha pushes you towards the edge. Your orgasm triggers Natasha’s as she bites down on your neck, a growl escaping her throat. She assists the two of you through your orgasm as she slows down, the pace becoming less harsh. After pulling a few more soft groans from your throat, Natasha pulls the strap out of you, untying the harness from her body and tossing it to the side before collapsing on top of you. You both pant together for a few moments, your hands coming down from the headboard and clutching the woman on top of you as you try to catch your breath. Natasha presses a light kiss to your lips before rolling to the side, looking at you as a small laugh escapes her lips.

“What?” you ask, still slightly out of breath.

“That was hot,” Natasha says with a giggle, clearly giddy in her post orgasm glow.

“Yea no shit,” you laugh out, your hand coming to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

“Round two?” Natasha asks, catching her lip between her teeth as her eyes darken once again.

“Sit on my face,” you respond immediately.

“Will do.”

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You emerge from Natasha’s room a few hours later, tiptoeing into the kitchen to grab water and snacks. You left Natasha passed out in bed, both of you completely spent. The room is mostly dark, you pad your way towards the cupboard but before you can open it, the light flicks on. You jump, spinning around to see Steve and Wanda in the doorway staring at you. You look down at yourself, suddenly realizing that you’re in Nat’s t-shirt- nothing underneath, your neck and thighs covered in hickeys.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

“Hey. Hello. How are you?”

Wanda doubles over with laughter, clutching her stomach as she cackles at you.

“Wanda I swear-” you groan.

“My God!” she says in between giggles, “You two were SO loud.”

You grab a bag of chips and make a beeline for the door, forgetting the water as you try to escape, running past your friends and back down the hallways towards Natasha’s room.

“Proud of you!” Steve calls behind you.

“Fuck off!”

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha x y/n #wlw community #marvel #wlw love #wlwedit

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guillotine-drop · 1 month

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Rating POSTAL Dudes by how good they smell:

POSTAL - 9/10: I think his habitual reclusion and distrust of the world would probably mean he’s showering constantly, moreso than any other Dude, especially if he thinks there’s a ‘Hate Plague’ going on. I think he smells basic; very simple routine, just enough to make sure he feels clean, so at most he’ll smell like some generic 3-in-1 body wash and shampoo/conditioner, maybe something slightly nicer just for himself (some decent $15 aftershave for that menthol scent and cooling relief).

POSTAL Redux - 3/10: Exact opposite of his original incarnation, this greasy son of a bitch isn’t scared of shit he just wants to throw explosives at ostriches and parades. Barely showers, constantly stinks of stale sweat, old blood, cheap leather and cheaper cologne, punctuated with the scent of burnt gunpowder. Borderline noxious.

POSTAL 2 - 4/10: Smells just as bad as Redux Dude but gets the edge here because every now and then he goes outside and uses the neighbor’s hose to blast himself. Shockingly uses deodorant, still not enough to be perpetually leather and denim clad in the great state of Arizona. Almost constantly reeks of sweat and has the recognizable yet faint scent of stale piss wafting off of him, accompanied by the scent of even staler crack and pungent fast food. Almost pungent enough to drown the rest out. Almost.

POSTAL 3 - 2/10: If you were to raid the wash cart after a double overtime football game, steal every jockstrap in the place, wring the sweat into a bucket, and then bring it all to a boil, you’d have somewhere in the realm of what a clean P3 Dude smells like. On average, however, this man has managed to combine the overwhelming sensory nightmares of cat piss and cheap spray deodorant into an almost lethal concoction, ONLY made breathable by the strange and overpowering smell of gasoline that seems to seep from his pores. Approach with caution and for the love of god: do not bring bleach or matches near this freak.

POSTAL 4: No Regerts - 5/10: Despite looking like he crawled out of a dumpster after a bad divorce or a fantastic honeymoon, P4 Dude is shockingly passable in terms of being able to stand next to him for a prolonged period without gagging or killing him. Having learned the efficacy of not being encased in leather in the desert, he’s managed to bring his pungency down several notches. Still reeks of sweat most of the time, and the smell of burger grease and pepperoni follows him like a specter of death, but the piss scent stopped clinging on as hard. He’s also upgraded from hose showers with no supplies to sink baths with tiny gas station travel soaps. It’s an improvement, trust me.

Brain Damaged - 2/10: Take a look at his living space in the title screen, then watch the game’s cutscenes. Just soak it all in. Now that you’ve done that, you can understand that his rank ass smells exactly as bad as you might think it does. If it can come out of his body, it’s probably soaking some part of him. If you think any of the clothes on him have been washed, you’re wrong. This man smells like if someone firebombed an outhouse and pissed on it to put it out. The best thing for him would be getting blasted with a firehouse and a box of laundry detergent. Please.

The Other Dude - 1-10/10: Entirely depends on how the BD Dude would imagine he smells depending on the situation.

POOSTALL Dude - 6/10: Despite the name, this one actually smells pretty decent. The clearly larger coat with the rolled sleeves implies some level of understanding about how not to smell like swamp ass and sweat soaked leather, and truthfully, he looks like he bathes semi-regularly, a rarity amongst these guys.

POSTAL Doe - 9/10: I admit fully and entirely to my lack of impartiality to this one, but I’m willing to stand by it even if I lose my Stink Judge License: first of all, sleeveless leather trench coat AND a crop top mean less overheat which means less sweat. Second of all, visually cleaner than pretty much any of the dudes which implies some kind of self care regimen. Third, and most importantly, girlstink counts positive. I will not be turning in my badge or my gun.

Movie Dude - 8/10: This may be controversial, but despite the squalor he lives in and the fact that hems a cuckold and that his life sucks and that he can’t get a job and that he’s a loser- I digress. I think Movie Dude is in the top echelons of Dude Stink solely because I think he’d have a breakdown if he smelled bad. This man uses Dr. Teals. He stinks like a mix of eucalyptus and peppermint. If ever there was a Dude who had a skin routine, he still wouldn’t, but he’d definitely think about it one day. I think by the end he gets an extra point just because he gets a little hotter the more deranged he is. Overall very pleasant but I still wouldn’t give him $4.

John Murray - 2/10: Hasselridge seems to have a very… interesting relationship with what is and isn’t normal, so unsurprisingly, Johnny Boy would probably smell pretty rough. Considering how dingy, run down and shitty everything in that town appears to be, I can’t imagine anyone else is smelling like roses either. Just avoid the entire place, not least of all because of the zombie thing.

Shtopor - 0/10: Bad.

Nottem Portant - 5/10: Despite the misanthropy, dollar store Nathan Explosion thing and the absolutely abysmal gameplay, Mr. Hatred is actually extremely middle of the road on stink. Sure, he doesn’t smell great, but shockingly he washes his ass despite the whole ‘death to humanity’ thing. He does get point deduction for not washing his hair though, grease mop motherfucker.

#yeah dude #postal #postal dude #postal redux #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4 #postal brain damaged #poostall royale #postal movie #eternal damnation #corkscrew rules #hatred #I stand by most of these. your guess as to which one(s) is the outlier

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levenlike11 · 11 months

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thinking about my baby sakusa.. ( sakusa x gender neutral reader - reader is shorter than him)

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i just know he owns so many high-quality body washes and shampoos. and they all smell great🥹

he always smells amazing, has a few different perfumes&colognes for different occasions and deodorants for practices and matches.

he seems like the type to enjoy fresh, clean smells. probably not into very strong scents.

he probably also does hair masks and uses natural oils to strengthen his hair. a really important step in his self-care.

talking of self-care, you always convince him to do masks with you. he says they don't work but either way, you have fun doing it with him and he gives in after a pout from you. (he's smitten.)

you once convinced him to do a mask painted like a cat and took so many photos of him like that because he just looked so cute (he didn't agree at all but was glad to see you so happy over something so small.)

he also doesn't know one of those is still your wallpaper.🤭

he often helps you choose a perfume for yourself too, he has great taste so you drag him to the shop forcefully

he likes smelling so many different sweet fragrances and being able to choose them for you (it makes him happy to know you trust his taste so much because smell is very important for him!!)

definitely has a curly hair routine to keep those beautiful curls in shape (even though he knows you'll ruin them the second he comes near you) (he'll forgive you for a kiss though, you're too cute not to)

he likes washing/brushing/braiding your hair. if he sees an appealing picture of a hairstyle on pinterest (yes he ABSOLUTELY has pinterest. you can not convince me otherwise.) he will definitely want to try it on you as long as you're comfortable

he's also pretty good at it so you mostly let him practice on your hair + you get free hair styling

if he's going away on a game you definitely exchange perfumes to miss each other less, he loves spraying some of your perfume on before a game for good luck

when he comes home after a long&tiring day, the first thing he does is hug you from behind, put his head on your shoulder and his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent, #1 way to calm down in his opinion!

he loves loves loves taking warm baths with you, it's so calming and soothing

i just love him sm this is all i have for now thanks for reading! any feedback is appreciated<33

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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obey me brothers headcanons (part 2??)

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: I sadly don't have a lot to offer at the moment but I do got this :)) also these are just my headcanons, so nothing serious I guess

content warnings: some of these are kind of shitposts??

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Lucifer

he speaks to cerberus in a baby voice whenever he sees him, also he orders cute plushies and dog toys off of akuzon for him

everytime when he returns home late from some meeting lucifer stops by akudonald's to get food for his brothers (especially beel), he leaves it in the fridge to they'd think mystery food appeared in the fridge

lucifer composed a piano song for you, he's saving it for a special occasion

Mammon

mammon collects sneakers, if you are the same size as him he'll let you wear his shoes, if not he'll 'accidentally' buy a pair in the wrong size

he actually owns quite a good amount of makeup, he just rarely uses it so half of it is probably decaying in some drawer

with scents though, he owns a lot of options and uses them until the last drop

he doesn't like coffee without milk and sugar

Leviathan

he has a whole separate closet for cosplay related stuff and it contains more items than his 'regular' closet

levi shares a bottle of 2 in 1 shampoo with beel and belphie (there will be fights when two of them want to shower at the same time)

he really likes sweet potato fries from the human world

Satan

when he wakes up a good amount of time before his alarm goes off, satan goes for a run outside

satan used to have a job at the library, but he got fired for getting a little too angry at a group of noisy people that came in

satan wants to learn how to play the violin, but he doesn't start because he associates it with lucifer

he is the reason there's a shelter made especially for cats in the devildom

Asmodeus

one time simeon asked him to babysit luke, they went to majolish together but at some point asmo lost him, he spent a good hour looking for him only to find out he was waiting at the front desk

he has a talent for being able to play tennis really well, but he rarely does it, maybe only on vacations

if you want he'll lend you his clothes and then proceed to freak out over how good you look

Beelzebub

one time the showers at the gym were broken, so when beel came home he sprayed himself with the hose in the yard and later realised he could just have used the shower inside

every time he goes to the mall and sees pillows, he gets one for belphie

when you're around, he rarely eats something without sharing some with you and only you

Belphegor

he owns a wide collection of fluffy fleece pyjamas but rarely wears any of them, so his brothers steal everything

belphie secretly likes some of levi's anime shows, he just thinks his brother's reactions to them is a little dramatic

most of the shoes he owns are second hand, so he doesn't have to break any of them in

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #belphegor obey me #gn!mc #obey me headcanons

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ghoulodont · 8 months

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With the Bathwater

Rain offers to take a weight off Dewdrop's shoulders. Part of the Blur Turns to Haze series, but can be read on its own.

Relationship: Raindrop Characters: Dewdrop, Rain Tags: Bathing/Washing, Caretaking, Fluff, eepy dew Words: 1808

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It’s still early in the evening, but Dewdrop’s energy seems to be flagging. He’s lying on his side on his bed, curled in on himself loosely. He’s blinking slowly like a contented cat, letting his eyes stay closed a fraction of a second longer each time.

Rain, sitting on the bed next to him, is frozen, held in place by a desire not to disturb the present calm. They’re trapped together in an ambiguous place between sleep and wakefulness. Realistically, Dew would be more comfortable under the covers, but Rain is caught in the paradox of avoiding the short uphill climb that would lead to the easy descent of restful sleep.

So he gives Dew a few more minutes before prompting him, “You going to call it a night?”

Dew shakes his head, or makes some semblance of the gesture, the best he can with his head pressed against the mattress. He rolls onto his back and, laboriously, sits himself up. “I was going to take a shower.” He leans back, propping himself up with one arm extended behind him. “I need to wash my hair. I feel gross.”

“You’re not gross.”

“I just meant… I feel gross.” He drags his hand through his hair. It gathers together between his fingers, stiffer than it usually is, more substantial. Then he holds his empty hand in front of him, palm up, like he’s displaying something. There’s nothing there, just the suggestion of a sensation.

“Oh.”

Dew sighs. He makes no move to get up, to head for the bathroom.

“Do you want…”

Dew tips his head to one side.

“Do you want me to help?”

His eyebrows raise, a barely perceptible twitch. “You mean…?”

“To do it for you? Only if you want.”

He pauses, silent for a moment that feels like forever, before he speaks again. “I’d like that.”

Rain stands, released from the lingering air of meticulous stillness. Dew stands too; he sways slightly in place before he starts walking to the bathroom. Rain follows.

In the bathroom, Rain turns on the shower. He spins the handle until it’s set almost as hot as it will go — Dew’s preference. Standing at the edge of his peripheral vision, Dew pulls his shirt over his head.

They’ve showered together before, but they’ve never really done this before — taking their clothes off in the bathroom for the sole purpose of showering with each other, as the main event. Dew’s shirt drops from his fingers and crumples to the floor.

Rain pulls his own shirt off, steps out of his pants. He feels the water with his hand. It’s hot. He knew it would be; steam is starting to fill the room.

They step into the shower, Dew first and Rain after him. Dew stands facing the wall, directly under the water, his head tipped forward so that it runs off his forehead in a flat sheet that splatters noisily against the floor. Then he takes a small step back, moving out of the spray, and flips his sopping wet hair out of his face with one hand. Behind him, Rain is barely getting wet at all, which is fine. It’s not why he’s here.

Dew picks up the shampoo bottle. Almost immediately, it slips from his grasp; he drops it on the shower floor, the hollow plastic clattering a cacophonous thunder on the tile. His shoulders first rise towards his ears in response to the jarring sound, then sink in a forceful, frustrated sigh, inaudible over the sound of running water.

“Let me,” Rain offers — or reminds, really. This was the idea in the first place. He picks up the shampoo from where it’s come to rest after skittering across the slippery surface, somewhere near his right foot. He uncaps the bottle and pours some of its contents into his open palm. Dew, still facing away, fidgets in place, bending one knee slightly, shifting his weight.

Rain brings his hands to Dew’s wet hair, slowly, like he’s trying not to startle a skittish animal, and presses the shampoo into it with gentle strokes of his hands. He works it into a lather with his fingertips, rubbing small circles into Dew’s scalp.

Dew is so pliable, tilting his head in accordance with the gentle pressure applied to it. Rain rubs behind his ears, at the base of his horns, along the junction where his skull meets his neck. A hefty blob of shampoo foam drops to the floor with a quiet plop.

“They increased my dose,” Dew says, breaking the relative silence between them. “Last night. Feels like starting over.” He’s offering a handful of vague, disjoint half-statements, expending the minimum energy required to get his point across, leaving Rain to fill in the gaps.

“Like the first day? I saw you, it looked like you were sleepwalking.”

“I feel like I’m sleepwalking.”

Rain hums. He drops his hands to Dew’s shoulders and guides him to turn around so his back is to the water. Dew’s eyes are closed. With gentle fingers against his scalp again, Rain tips his head back into the stream.

He rakes his fingers through Dew’s hair, plowing furrows in the dense foam, creating channels into which the water rushes and whisks it away. He strokes Dew’s hair back with his hands, squeezing the water from it over and over, until all the shampoo rinsed out. He picks up the bottle of body wash. Dew opens his eyes just a sliver, peeking out past damp lashes.

Rain snaps open the flimsy plastic flip-top lid of the body wash. Once again, Dew is remarkably pliable, allowing Rain to lather soap all over him, providing easy access to all his limbs, shuffling around as needed. He braces a hand against the tiled wall for balance.

Rain guides him back under the water falling from the shower head. It quickly rinses off the majority of the soap suds, driving rivers through a landscape of rolling hills formed by a thin coating of white foam. Bubbles gather at the drain in a heap, holding on to the last moments of their life before they succumb to the flow of water.

He brushes his hands over Dew’s skin, slippery with a residual coating of soap. He pushes the running water across his shoulders, neck, arms, down his back, over his legs. The slipperiness washes away, dissipates until only the feeling of wet skin remains. Even so, he continues, pushing clean water away to be replaced by more clean water, again and again.

“Rain.” Dew’s voice is quiet, mixing in with the sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor.

Rain’s hands pause, frozen in place on Dew’s body, held against either side of his ribcage.

“This is nice, but can we go lie down now?”

“Of course.” Rain drops his hands away.

Before Rain can lean forward and turn off the shower, Dew turns around. He places his hands on Rain’s sides, just above his hip bones, an echo of the position they paused in just moments ago.

The water is hitting the back of Dew’s head now, like earlier, but this time he’s looking up, looking at Rain. A rivulet of water runs down the side of his face. The image evokes some dramatic romance movie scene, a climactic moment where the love interests are caught in a torrential downpour.

Rain feels his lips pull into a smile, an involuntary expression betraying his thoughts. He’s not sure he could put a word to this emotion. There’s a fondness at the forefront, a familiar, deep sea of warmth he feels whenever he looks at Dew. The salt breeze of it carries the vague, ambiguously masculine scent of his body wash, some wood smell. Cedar, maybe.

The sea is deeper than before, more vast, impossibly so, its waters all-encompassing. Its shimmering surface ripples with so many more feelings, thoughts, ideas, a kaleidoscopic interface with the ambient air. Comfort. Worry. Humor in the inadvertent romance movie parallel. Appreciation for the trust Dew is putting in him right now.

“Thank you,” Dew says.

Rain pushes a stray lock of wet hair away from Dew’s face. “Of course.”

He turns off the shower, the steady thrum of water quickly diminishing to a slow, rhythmic drip. Dew steps out and wraps himself with a towel, draping it around his shoulders like a blanket. He shuffles out of the bathroom.

Rain hastily dries himself off and puts his clothes back on, retrieving them from where he discarded them on the tile floor. When he returns to the main room of Dew’s dorm, he finds Dew curled up on the bed again, still wrapped in the towel.

Rain picks out some clothes from the dresser — boxers and an old t-shirt. Dew lets the towel fall against the covers as he sits up. Rain slips the neck of the shirt over his head. It’s large on him, the worn fabric draping loosely against his torso. Dew puts his underwear on himself. Rain uses the fallen towel to blot Dew’s still soaking wet hair dry.

When he’s satisfied with the state of Dew’s hair, Rain removes the towel. Dew flops back onto the bed and lies there for a moment, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of his chest, but then he drags himself up and heads back into the bathroom. Rain busies himself tidying up — hanging the used towels to dry, gathering Dew’s clothes from their pile on the floor and putting them with his dirty laundry.

In the bathroom, Dew brushes his teeth, leaning heavily against the sink. When he’s done, he pads back into the other room, flops onto his bed, and crawls under the covers.

He nestles his head into the pillow, then looks up at Rain. “Stay?”

“Oh, um, it’s— it’s kind of early…”

Dew stares at him like his mental gears have jammed trying to process that statement. His tired eyes look like they can’t perceive a world in which any of its inhabitants wouldn’t want to go to sleep right now.

Rain kicks himself for saying something like that. Of course he can stay. “Until you fall asleep.”

Dew snorts. “It’ll be, like, two seconds.” He pulls the edge of the duvet to his chin.

Rain lies down next to him, on top of the covers to maximize his chances of sneaking away later without waking him up. There’s not much of a point, really; if Dew is feeling the way he did a few days ago, like he said earlier, he’ll be dead to the world soon. Still, he arranges himself carefully, thoughtfully, rolling over so he’s face to face with Dew.

Dew’s eyes are closed, his breathing even. Is he already asleep?

“Goodnight,” Rain whispers, so quiet it’s barely more than a breath.

“Goodnight,” Dew whispers back, eyes still closed.

#ghost band fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #sorry if theres typos or weird things im about to sleep so hard im going to wake up as a pile of dust witha moth flying out of it #fic i wrote

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