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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

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📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

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you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

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tgirlwithreverb · 5 months

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I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

#anyway #not all encompassing or whatever #feel free to add your own tips but ill make fun of you if theyre stupid

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wherenymphsroam · 5 months

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I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

#GRRRRRRRUFF EUFF #RUFF RUFF AWOOOOO #howling at the moon rn #chubby Leon is so important to me #chubby leon #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #someone push him into retirement already please #late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.#fairies. 𐦍 #yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚

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girlyteeth · 6 months

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Let's Talk About Girly-Kei Substyle Names!

Since this style has been gaining some popularity in j-fashion communities, I wanted to do a small lesson on how to refer to different styles of girly-kei. I've noticed some strange names being assigned to this style, and I want to clear up any misunderstandings people may have about these terms.

There are many labels people put on this fashion style, but for some reason it's anything but girly. It's understandable how some terms could be mistaken for the name of the fashion, especially since some stereotypes associated with these styles have heavily contributed to the wrong terminology being used. Examples of terms that have been associated with girly-kei are... Ryousangata: (meaning a "mass-produced" type of person, who's heavily involved in wota culture) J*rai-kei: (a stereotype referring to an emotionally unstable person who "explodes like a landmine".) Subcul: (It used to have the meaning of "poser" in Japan, but nowadays it is used to refer to any type of alternative fashion. While this one is more harmless, it doesn't do any good to refer to a style that already has a name as just "subcul fashion")

In the girly-kei community, we label these colour combos a bit similarly to lolita substyles. So, let's name some some girly styles that have been getting popular! Sweet Girly: This style consists of sweeter elements, such as ruffles, bows, hearts, and cute prints. Sometimes, you can find sweet girly sweaters with plushie embroidery! Bijou details are also popular with this style, as the jewels seem to compliment the overall cuteness of these outfits!

Dark Girly: This style focuses on more darker/edgier elements, and these outfits seem to have a more gothic look to it. Characteristics such as chains, leather, and religious imagery can be found in this substyle. Despite the name of this substyle, the clothes don't need to have a dark colour palette. Just as long as they fit the criteria!

French Girly: This style is meant to resemble a more European style of fashion! This elegant style also maintains a sense of simplicity, as their silhouettes and designs tend to be neat. As you can see, berets are especially popular in this substyle, but other accessories such as pearls, gold jewelry, and hairbands are also used in these outfits.

I find that among girly discourse, some argue that "girly-kei" is way too broad of a term, but that's where you can have fun with your outfits! It's not a requirement to specifically adhere to a certain substyle when wearing girly-kei fashion, and honestly just wear what makes you happy! A lot of these substyles can overlap as a result, which can create pretty cool outfits!

Referring to these substyles by their proper name not only sounds nicer, but it can help erase stigma around wearing girly fashion as a whole.

If you wish to read about more substyles such as otona girly, retro girly, himekaji (yes, even the gyaru substyle can be considered girly!) and casual girly, there is a more detailed list of all the different substyles in their aesthetics section! Thank you for reading <3

#girly kei #terminology lesson #sweet girly #dark girly #the graphic was very fun to make and maybe I'll start making these types of illustrations more :)#girly discourse #retro girly #french girly #girly fashion #me posting after 100000 years

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impishjesters · 6 months

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Agents of Cat-astrophe

warning(s): none unless you count Jax note(s): This gave me a good chuckle as someone who's consistently dropping more curse words than regular words, I'd imagine the system to just censor anything and everything that comes out of my mouth at that point. A/N: (In response to the requester) I wish I was taking breaks (I mean I am sorta), I'm fully aware I'm running myself ragged right now. But it's hard for me to stop myself... I'm caffeinated and chaotic and I don't wanna stew in my brain for too long. At least I get up and stretch every now and then. Request: Anyways, I’m requesting a Jax x reader (crushing stage) where the reader is sorta at the same level of meanness as Jax and likes to do pranks with him on the other characters. Also the reader’s digital form is a short cat that at first glance makes them look nice/friendly (obviously not an actual cat but yk what I mean), and they have a sailor’s mouth that is unfortunately censored but that doesn’t stop them (can also purr and does so when they’re content which is usually when there chilling in Jax’s room or with Jax in general). I think it would be fun if the reader surprisingly was sorta nicer to Kinger and has a small soft spot for him and does more playful pranks on him than mean/harmful ones.

When you first showed up, you looked so small and frail, like a literal little kitten completely out of place in this big colourful nightmare world

Ragatha thought you’d be like Pomni, and boy howdy was she wrong

You just ended up being another Jax—who you later met and found out was also an agent of chaos

Similarly to Pomni you cursed up a storm when you first arrived and the endless censorship that came with it

You have a knack for testing Caine’s patience when it comes to your sailor’s mouth, much to Jax’s entertainment. It’s not every day Caine loses his cool like that and you’re just a newbie, needless to say, you caught his interest

That sailor’s mouth also gets used towards the other’s and Jax won’t lie and say it’s not funny because shit’s hilarious.

Sure they all curse from time to time, but you just laid out an entire sentence that was completely and utterly censored. Like the system said “fuck this I’m gonna censor the whole damn sentence”

Unlike Jax who doesn’t show any remorse for who he pranks or how cruel they are, you draw the line at messing with Kinger.

Okay, that’s a lie you still mess with him but it’s not like how you mess with the others. Kinger has this sweet unstable dad/grandpa vibe and it kind of makes the place more homey in a weird way. (plus that man has been through enough trauma, give him a break, and talk about his bug collections or some shit)

The upside is that his mind is so scattered sometimes that using the same pranks on him always results in something hilarious. So you really don’t need to try for any new material. (he also really needs to consider actually using the lock on his door, he makes it too easy)

Jax considered you his little partner in crime the more time passed—not exactly a friend nah, but like a good ol pal that also likes to partake in joining him and his bullshittery

The first time he hears you purring is when the two of you are lazing about in his room, he’d gotten distracted collecting things for a prank on someone and heard the loudest rumbling coming from behind him

“Are you fucking purring?”

It’s a little embarrassing at first, you’ve uh, never done that before..

Jax has the biggest shit-eating grin, if he wasn’t using dumb cat-themed nicknames before he sure as hell is now

“Oh, like you don’t stomp your feet like a petulant child you overgrown rabbit.”

He does not stomp his fuckin feet like a temperamental rabbit, thank you very much (that’s a fuckin lie if I ever heard one)

Jax already had mixed feelings about you before, nothing particularly bad, just feelings he couldn’t place…that was until the prank…

He doesn’t know how you did it, or how he got so wrapped up in it. But you pranked him, and you pranked him good.

Oh, oh okay that feeling is new… butterflies don’t typically belong inside your gut, now whether Jax has ever experienced a crush before or not is probably beyond him. But these little butterflies are a bitch and it takes awhile of placing two and two together to realize he’s… caught feelings to some degree

You, however, probably had a crush on him for a while, perhaps really noticing it after the whole purring fiasco when you learned that it only happened around Jax

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus #jax x reader #jax #tadc

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auroreliis · 9 months

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Hi not sure if ur requests are open but, can I request a scenario where reader forces the batfam to do their skincare with them? I can’t get rid of the image of them with face masks out of my mind 😭

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: You force your family to do their skincare routine with you.

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

Dick:

-He's the easiest to convince. Just tell him he'll look even more stunning and he will be so flattered that he won't even realise what you want from him

-Follows your instructions to the point where you think that he already knows all you're telling him and is just pretending not to know in order to spend time with you

-His skin is naturally smooth, it kind of looks like he already has a skincare routine

-Isn't too fond of the face mask, because he can't talk with it on

-After you teach your big brother how to take care of himself, he stays consistent forever <3

Jason:

-He didn't have anything better to do, so he obliged, although he thought about making fun of you for it

-Was very awkward with it and didn't really like the feeling of all those products on his skin

-"I prefer being natural"

-You told him it would make his rough skin look much nicer and he thought about it for a second, before continuing

-You noticed the difference and complimented him on it

-He was delighted with the results

-You caught him doing his skincare routine a few months later

-He now steals your products

Tim:

-You barely convinced him

-He HATES the greasy feeling on his hands, because now he cannot touch ANYTHING without leaving behind the residue

-Also, now he cannot finish any work

-Has to wash his hands at least 7 times to remove the products

-You probably have to do the skincare routine for him

-He never does it again after that, unless you do it for him when he has time

Damian:

-It wasn't difficult to get him to do it

-Sprinkle in a few mentions of how smooth skin improves one's combat because of the wind resistance and he will do it without needing to be forced

-He is very consistent and actually does it properly

-Praise him on how his skin looks and he will be over the moon

-You probably do your skincare routine together

-Very cute bonding moment

-I recommend 10/10

BONUS:

Bruce:

-Don't tell anyone, but he already has a skincare routine

-He needs to look perfect as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and wearing that cowl every night isn't doing him any favours

-If you decide to keep it to yourself, he will definitely share tips and might even do his skincare routine with you

-If you're behaving really well, he might even make custom products just for you <3

-Also a cute bonding moment

-10/10

#dick grayson #yandere dick grayson #jason todd #yandere jason todd #tim drake #yandere tim drake #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne #bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne #batfam #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #dc comics #platonic yandere #x reader

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likedovesinthewindd · 10 months

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this is a small something based on this post by @k4tsu3 and i love this idea smm!! *r is also a spider-person.

hobie brown x reader

You were aware of the way Hobie would change colour at seemingly random intervals. It fascinated you at first—it still does—but after everything you've seen and witnessed while being in the Spider Society, it's become one of those things that didn't really shock you anymore, yet still intrigued you. As were most things and people at HQ. The only explanation you've seen as the most valid was his "hate of consistency" as he'd so passionately put it. It just made the most sense.

You and Pav were making your way through the busy hallways of the headquarters when you bumped into Hobie. Upon seeing the two of you, he almost immediately changed to a soft pink hue all over. The sight made you smile, as it did whenever you got the chance to see him.

It didn't happen too often; you've seen look like a literal newspaper more times than you could recount but seeing him turn pink was always a special sight to behold. You had never personally asked him why it did happen; you had a feeling he didn't even know himself. But curiosity got the better of you. The three of you were still navigating through the headquarters when you decided to bring it up.

"Why is it that you turn pink like that?" you asked him, and you could see the visible surprise on his face at your inquiry. He only shrugged, though, hands stuck deep in his pockets as the two of you kept walking. "Dunno," he said with a smirk, to which Pavitr interjected. "It's because he likes you," he said, voice pitched playfully, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. In reality, you weren't too shocked; you had a small hunch he liked you, and you liked him as well. You just didn't think that would be the reason.

"Y'like me?" you asked with a smirk. "Yeah," he answered like it was nothing, and you would've thought he was making a fool out of you if it wasn't for the small smile gradually stretching across his face, the apples of his cheeks sitting high and still pink as ever. "That's cute," was all you said in return, a similar smile stretching across your face.

From then, you'd always look forward to seeing Hobie, more than you already did, and it'd always be a joy to see the way he'd turn pink all over when he saw you. It was even nicer knowing he was turning pink because of you.

#it's short asf ik #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown #spiderman atsv

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ax-killjoy · 1 year

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☆ you think i’m pretty ??

synopsis ! 𖦹 : things that make them flustered <33

notes ! 𖦹 : school, art block, and writer’s block has been kicking my ASS.

Lo’ak, Kiri, Neteyam x Gn!reader

Lo’ak

It was something simple, something that not even Lo’ak knew he could get flustered by. Yet something just hit him right in the soul, making his heart melt, he felt warm, a blush over this cheeks, up to the tips of his ears.

You had been teaching how to ride an Ilu, yet he was so fustrated. Why couldn’t he get this down ? If this creature was nicer than a Ikran, why couldn’t he ride it ? Irritation coursed through his body, his mind running almost a thousand miles an hour. As he falls yet again into water. The ilu almost laughing at him as it swims away.

He growls in frustration, angrily splashing the water as he wipes his face. “this is bullshit.” Lo’ak mutters, watching as you call for the Ilu again. You chuckle, resting your hand on his shoulder, caressing it slightly with your thumb.

“Don’t worry about it too much. You’ve got all the time in the world to learn this, Prettyboy.” You say ever so casually, petting the ilu and feeding it more fish.

Yet Lo’ak stood frozen, his tail up and his ears perked. “Pretty boy ?”

ﾟ*✩‧₊˚ !!

Kiri

Kiri has NEVER been one to have crushes. She remembers when Jake would talk about growing up with little puppy crushes, and Neytiri would explain about her younger years swooning over the male Na’vi.

But Kiri never really felt that kind of attraction, never felt the need to. She was too busy ! Her reckless brothers always did something stupid, leading her to heal them with her grandmother. Who she bickers with until no end, and she runs around the forest feeling Eywa beneath her feet and in the air, grabbing herbs for future salves. And if she wasn’t doing any of that, she was running around the forest with Tuk.

But now that she moved to Awa’altu, she had all the time in the world it seemed. She sat under water for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the colorful fish and feeding her ilu, staring into sand that hid small crustaceans. Now that she wasn’t busy, she had time to indulge in her feelings, indulge in her feelings for you.

The two of you had been wandering the island all day, it one of those days that neither of you had tasks. Planning this day in advance, making sure to do all the chores just so the two of you could run wild for the rest of the day. And now, it was almost eclipse. The two of you sat in the warm sand, watching as the night and day mixed, making a sweet gradient above. “You know, I could do this with you forever.” You say, and she looks at you. “Do what ?” she asks.

“This. Just being with you, being part of the land. I could do this with you forever.” You say, before looking back at the eclipse. And for the first time, Kiri feels a blush spread across her cheeks. Not a blush out of embarrassment, but a blush of giddiness, puppy love, and hope for the future.

･:* ೫̥♡*

Neteyam

Similar to Kiri, Neteyam was a busy bee. He ran everywhere, constantly doing different tasks and doing anything the people asked for. He was one of the best hunters for his age, constantly going on hunting trips with his father and other adult Na’vi, and coming back just to do more tasks. He sailed the skies and scouted for sky people during Operations, he listened in onto strategies for the War party.

And if there was ever a second that he didn’t have any tasks, he was playing with Tuk. Helping his mom with something, running around with his siblings letting them do whatever stupid things they planned. Only for them to get scolded by their father once they came home. A never ending cycle, a consistent and eventful cycle to say the least.

This was no different, you were another skilled hunter for your age. Jake had tasked both you and Neteyam to hunt together, to see who paired good with who, and to see what two amazing hunters could bring back. What Jake didn’t know is that the two of you made this into a game of tag. Whoever catches who first doesn’t have to carry all of the meat to the village.

Neteyam hid well into the trees, his breath covered by the sounds of strong winds and bustling trees. He had killed 2 animals already, thanked their bodies, and was ready to leave. Now he just had to see where you were to catch you.

Suddenly he hears a branch snap. Before he can turn his head, he feels something flipping him over, and his back hitting the soft soil. He lets out of low groan, he opens his eyes. The sun hitting his eyes, suddenly he saw your face above him. He feels the weight of you straddling him to keep him in place. You giggle and smile mischievously.

“Now you’re mine, tsamsiyu” you say softly, the vibrations of your voice make Neteyam’s ears perk up. Before Neteyam could even open this mouth you jump up laughing, “I won !! now go grab all the meat we got !!!” You cheered before running away.

He gets up, a raging blush runs across his cheeks to each of his ears, his tail swaying sharply. Oh Ewya, what did you do to him ?

ﾟ*✩‧₊˚ !!

Tsamsiyu - Warrior

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l0tt1emy · 2 months

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Kim minji x r!reader

Cupcakes for hyein's birthday

warnings: Just minji and reader being a loving couple, hyein's parents, danielle and haerin are cute here but not mentioned as a couple, hope you liked it! bad writing

summary :You and Minji (she didn't want to) decide to make cupcakes for Hyein's party at night! But you don't know how to cook.

Minji is green and reader is pink

—“We should have bought ready-made cupcakes”.Minji mutters as she realizes that she's been mixing the cupcake batter for half an hour, she knew she should have bought a whisk and not beaten it with a fork, it's all her fault

"Stop your bad mood, minji! You know it wouldn't be the same as buying, it's much nicer to do it” you say while making a small pout as you add Pink food coloring to the icing that was too... soft to be in the right consistency.

"you're only saying that because danielle gave you this idea" minji murmurs once again as she sighs and stops hitting

Minji looks away from you and then back to the penthouse and a soft frown appears on her face "that seems too soft..". then you look too and give an embarrassed smile "maybe I got the amount of milk wrong, maybe we should add more?" Minji's frown deepens and he looks away from the table as she says, "we'd better swap, yes? You try to look on your phone for how to make the batter thicker and I'll look for how to make this...cupcake frosting? thicker..." So you sigh and nod your head visibly not so happy, when you arrive at the table with the dough you have an idea, what if you use the blender? You look at Minji and see her muttering things that you claim to understand are "we should have bought it" or changing it to "this is like water" so you decide not to disturb her, you go to the blender and put all the liquid in there, which simply it pours like water as if there was no flour inside

—“What are you doing?" you hear minji's thick voice and dripping with boredom. "i have an idea" you say as you put the blender cord in the socket and go to press the "2" button then minji looks at iyou "you closed the lid-" and then all the dough falls to the floor, and it dirty everything, the white wall, the cutlery, the countertops, all your clothes and your hair

“Ugh.....”you hear minji sigh in annoyance and you swear she would fight you right now, she leaves the table and leaves everything there and comes close to you "How does a person in their right mind forget to put the lid on?" she murmurs and places the palm of her hand on your face, seeming to examine to see if there is anything more than soft, sticky mass on your skin. “ sorry..." you mutter with an embarrassed smile then minji's gaze softens but still has a soft frown," We better ask danielle for help, it was her fault for giving you this idea, if she doesn't help we'll have to buy it for She and you say it was you who did it... the party is tonight" you sigh and nod, then minji slowly walks away and looks through the dirt "god what a mess"

Well, it didn't work, you used up the only leftover flour you had at home, Danielle pointed out to you that Minji read the recipe wrong and used unleavened flour, Minji apologized to you and admitted her mistake, she took you to a bakery to buy hyein's cupcakes and even bought you a milkshake even though you were a bit stupid...

"We're here" Minji murmurs as she looks up and sees the new jeans bedroom "finally" you sigh as Minji grabs your hand and walks into the company going to the elevator and touching the 4 button and getting into the elevator with you

"Are you still upset?" Minji breaks the silence in the elevator and I look at the ceiling "No, why?" You speak and look at Minji and then she looks at you "You're just like Danielle, you always get upset easily" she murmurs and sees a pout on your lips "I I'm not upset, it was both of our faults, not just yours minji" minji widens her eyes a little and gives a smile "I guess so...but it was more mine" so you just roll your eyes and sigh

When the elevator opens you find yourself face to face with Danielle and Haerin talking. when danielle looks at you an illuminating smile crosses her lips "it's good that you're alive! I thought minji-unnie had killed you..." danielle jokes and minji rolls her eyes and scoffs

Then haerin looks at you and murmurs "you guys smell like eggs.." then danielle looks at her and pushes her a little "stop it haerin!" and takes haerin's hand and then looks at you "dont mind her, she missed you" then you give her a smile and see minji looking at her with a deadly look and the two of them looking at each other "well.. why don't we go?..." you playfully break the tension and danielle agrees "it's been so long since I've seen hyein!" and you pout and you nod too, when you knock on hyein's door she automatically opens it and has the biggest smile you've ever seen "unnies!" hyein hugs danielle and haerin who stands still like a statue and then you and minji "you guys smell like eggs..." hyein frowns and covers his nose playfully

you see haerin with a smile and minji sighed excessively "come on in! oh! is this for a party?" hyein takes the bag with cupcakes from your hand and then from haerin's hand

"oh.... the same cupcakes!" hyein asks curiously and gives a smile, you look at danielle and give a smile "damn...

#newjeans minji #kim minji smut #kim minji x reader #danielle marsh #kang haerin #haerin x reader #hyein x reader #hanni #hanni pham #kim minji #nwjns #new jeans imagine #new jeans imagines #new jeans x reader #newjeans scenarios #new jeans layouts #New jeans x you

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scorpioracha · 4 months

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Jisung x reader, exhibitionism, slight reader x Minho, perv! Jisung, open ended ending

Perv! Jisungie has been running through my head rampantly. Like this baby gives me such service top exhibitionist energy that I can’t help but to imagine him wanting to take you anywhere he thinks he can get away with it. Lmk if you likeee I’ve never really written something like this before 🫶🏾

Movie night with the boys starts off innocent enough, a casual sleepy affair with everyone sated from the dinner Minho cooked and sprawled across the various couches in the living room. You weren’t even really sure what was playing and you couldn’t say you were interested. You were hoping for the fault in our stars but they all wiped the floor with you in the first round of rock paper scissors leaving you pouting and uninterested. It wasn’t anything new, you never won anyways but you were hopping someone like Chan did, instead of being forced to watch one of Hyunjin’s many many historical art piece documentaries. No one was really watching but at least Chan and Felix tried to feign interest, letting out little hums and questioning hmm’s when it felt appropriate. Minho had left halfway through to do dishes, Jeongin was scrolling through Pinterest and Changbin was fast asleep in the comfort of his room, the only one brave enough to reject the movie completely. Seungmin had been sent to the convenience store an hour ago which was suspicious because the closest one was a five minute walk.

That just left you with the yapper,the mediators,the iPad kid and your lovely boyfriend who went through the trouble of getting you all nice and cozy with blankets because these heathens didn’t believe in heat before January. If they weren’t idols they’d make excellent landlords, you rolled your eyes. Despite the annoyances—if hyunjin ever pulled this shit again you were going to turn his jiniret into a smoothie—it was a nice time. You’d never admit it to their faces but you missed them. With all the schedules and comebacks it was hard to remember a time where they didn’t look half dead or were asleep. It was even nicer getting to see Jisung. The two of you had spent the better half of the movie side eyeing each other and giggling about Chan’s lackluster responses, the single father jokes almost blew your cover from how hard you were trying not to laugh. The monotonous drone of the narrative and Hyunjin’s consistent chatter lulled you into a hazy state of dozing off. The world growing pleasantly fuzzy as you laid your head on Jisung’s shoulder. It was perfect really, the lights were off, shades were drawn and he was rubbing your head in a way that had you nudging into his touch, scooting closer until you ended up in his lap. He grabbed the blanket and fluffed it a bit so you were both wrapped up tight and your head was resting in the crook of his neck.

The touches started off innocent enough. The hand that was rubbing your head ran down your back, massaging your hips and trailing down your thighs. This didn’t sound off any alarms, Jisung had always been pretty tactile and you were still dozing a bit. That was until his hand snaked around your waist, leaving feather light touches on your tummy, gentle adjusting you so you were more so straddling than cuddling him. You hummed inquisitively but he just shushed you and went back to rubbing your back. It felt nice, having his hands on you, they were warm and you were weak so you all but melted into his arms. You weren’t sure when gentle caresses turned into poorly disguised groping but you couldn’t help but gasp when his hands trailed back towards your stomach settling on your pelvis just below the hem of your sweats.

“W-what are you doing, sungie?”you whisper in his ear. You could feel him smile before you see it, all teeth and all trouble.

“ ‘m bored” is his only response as he rubs soft circles with his thumb across your hip bones, his grip only tightening when you begin to squirm.

“Wanna be good for me?”he purrs into your ear. the feeling of his breath fanning your neck alone has you trying to hide a shudder but you find your nodding anyways.

“Say it”he goads, digging his thumbs deeper into your hips making you suppress a whine.

“Say you want me to touch you”he starts.

“I-I want you to touch me”you say in a low tone, eyes darting around the room trying to make sure now wasn’t the time people decided to become social.

“In front front of all the members”he finishes. You flush and shake your head a bit.

“I-I Jisung—“

“Say it” he says. the glint in his eyes had gotten much darker, or maybe the hue of the tv had shifted. you felt the swirl of arousal begin to stir in the pit of your stomach. you’ve played the staring game with Jisung before time and time again. and if the earlier rock paper scissors was any indication.

You weren’t too good at winning.

“want..want you to touch me..’front of all y’er members”you mumble quickly, feeling your face grow hot and your stomach sink just a little bit. His grin widens and he rewards you by fulling dipping his hand under the waist band of your sweats, letting his fingertips rest on your clothed cunt.

“Really”he whispers, going for coy but he just looked hungry. “Didn’t know my girl was so needy”

There wasn’t much more time wasted talking as there was energy going into making sure you didn’t get caught. You isolated between pretending to sleep with your head on his chest to cover your face and inevitably needing to come up for air by pretending to stir restlessly.

and Jisung wasn’t playing fair.

Your panties were all but forced to the side as he rubbed deep gentle circles on your clit. and it just made you all the more aware of sound. Hyunjin talking, Chan and Felix now deep into their own conversation, games coming from Jeongin’s phone and Minho occasionally dropping cutlery in the kitchen and cursing. You could also hear your own heartbeat and the squelching of your cunt as Jisung bullied two fingers inside you, resulting in a strangled grunt and biting his shoulder. your stomach dropped and your blood ran cold but Jisung didn’t stop. Instead he curled his fingers just right in the way that had you wanting to crumple right there. his other thumb found his way to your clit and you were panting in his ear desperately trying to find the words slow down. Your head was thrown over his shoulder and all you saw was the hardwood floor, the dining room table and the glint of the kitchen light seeping in. your thighs were burning and you couldn’t tell whether you were chasing the pleasure or running away from it. and Jisung has the nerve to look unphased. his eyes were focused on the documentary and he was even engaging in Hyunjin’s pointless debates on modernism and whatever the fuck Picasso did and you have tears in your eyes from trying so hard not to make a sound. Jisung is hard, you can feel it, you know he’s getting off to it and the minute he hears a sniffle and feels your tear on his cheek, it’s over. You’re shifted a little bit to the left, he spreads your legs a bit wider and he’s thrusting his fingers into you with abandon. His face is still perfectly neutral while you’re falling apart just out of everyone’s line of sight.

Well, almost everyone.

You hear the hardwood floor creak just barely as Minho pads back in. In a state of panic your eyes shoot up and meet his, teary and damn near crossing. He goes to speak, he tilts his head, and he stops in his tracks. you’ve never made such intense eye contact with Minho before, it’s like you can see every thought run across his eyes in real time and fuck you’re still crying. they darken significantly before they settle on a sick understanding that has you feeling nauseous and hot and clenching tight around Jisung’s fingers. Minho’s eyes never leave yours and you almost feel like this was planned in a way. You wanna ask, but before you can Jisung is pinching your clit and you’re cumming around his fingers with an aborted cry. mid way through your high you realize the hand around your mouth is smaller than usual and the one petting your hair has sharp nails that Jisung doesn’t.

It’s Minho announcing that he’s back that finally gets everyone’s attention. The boys seem to all snap out of their own worlds in tandem and welcome him back with varying degrees of enthusiasm. You’re just happy to have the attention fully off you for a bit because you’re still shaking and your eyes are red and-

“Hey y/n, you alright?”Felix asks with a worried pout. you don’t even have time to think about an acceptable answer before Minho is rubbing your head again, those same sharp nails tracing your scalp and saying.

“She’s alright, just got a little banged up from helping me in the kitchen”

#skz #skz hard thoughts #han jisung hard hours #han jisung x reader #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung smut #lee know hard thoughts #lee know x reader #lee know smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #han jisung fic #lee minho fic #skz han jisung #skz lee minho

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kitkat11602 · 10 months

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Kisses with the Obey Me Characters

consists of: demon brothers & dateable's x gn!reader

a/n: I've been slowly working on this for the past month and a half so it's all over the place. my inner demons came out while writing Belphie's part, and I'm sorry to my fellow Barbatos lovers but I lost major motivation near the endings.

suggestive content in some parts, ooc, barely proofread

wc: 5.9k

my inbox is open, please help motivate me to get back into writing 😭😭

Lucifer:

Top of the head kisses!!!!

Lucifer would totally be the type to sneak up behind you when you’re sitting on the couch or at the dining table and planting one on the top of your head or side of your temple.

And he has the audacity to just walk away after catching you by surprise, but don’t think you didn’t notice the ever growing smirk spreading across his face.

Your legs were spread out in front of you, a blanket thrown across your lap with a book Satan had suggested in your hands. Eyes scanning across the pages, you were completely zoned out, unaware of the daunting figure standing behind you. Peering over your shoulder, Lucifer studied the words on one of the pages, getting an understanding that this was a book his younger brother had most likely recommended for you to read.

Removing his attention from the book, he locked his eyes onto you, though he couldn’t see your face, he could only imagine the look of concentration you had. Raising a gloved hand, Lucifer gently placed it on your shoulder, startling you from your read.

Head shooting up, your eyes searched around before landing on the eldest demon brother. The panic that was once swirling in your e/c irises was now replaced with a warm gaze, your lips lifting into a small smile as they parted to speak.

“You scared me, Luci-” You had only begun to speak when he leaned over the back of the couch, his face closing in on yours. Your words stuttered when his lips glided across your warm cheek, not fully making contact until they met with the side of your temple. His lips were cold, but quickly warmed up upon making contact with your skin, with his eyes closed he took this moment to clear his head. Not worrying about how Mammon had taken his credit card once again, or how Beel had eaten all the food in the fridge, no, instead he thought about how nice it felt to be within your presence. Thinking about how much nicer it would feel to touch you even more than just this small kiss, but with his brother’s constantly stealing all of your time, Lucifer has found himself missing the small moments with you.

Forcing himself to pull away, Lucifer spared you a quick glance before continuing past the couch, back in the direction he had previously been going before making a pitstop. Your book, now laid on an unoccupied cushion, your place long gone as your gaze followed the demon. From where you sat, you could see the sudden change of expression on his face. His usual stoic, disappointed look had shifted into a small smirk, his narrowed eyes sending you a suggestive look.

“Meet me in my room tonight.”

Mammon

Listen… You know that one scene from Spider-Man? And you know how Lucifer likes to tie Mammon upside down?

He definitely would have done something to piss off Lucifer, and after hanging for hours you finally come to his rescue.

Catching him off guard with a kiss was one sure way to fluster the second eldest (though he would NOT admit it).

The doors to the House of Lamentation were thrown open, feet shuffling through the entrance and the sound of bags being carried in filled the entrance hall.

Asmo, who had dragged you out to accompany him during his shopping spree, still continued to ramble about one of the many outfits he had seen at the store. His voice only stopped once the both of you had reached the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the figure of his older brother strung up by a rope from the top of the stairway.

“Ehh…” He sighed, shaking his head with a slight frown, “Mammon’s back at it again.��

“Wonder what he did this time,” You began, raising an eyebrow when the white haired demon muttered out a few incoherent words. And upon further inspection, you were able to notice that Mammon’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, indicating that he was truly asleep. “Did- Is he really asleep?”

Resting a hand on his cheek, Asmo could only heavily exhale in disappointment. “Only he would fall asleep like that.” Chuckling to himself, Asmo took the shopping bags you were holding before beginning to head up the stairs to his bedroom. “You can take care of him, right, Y/N?”

Leaving you without any time to protest, he was already up the stairs and out of your sight. Returning your attention to the second oldest, you slowly approached his slightly swaying figure. “Mammon?” You called, hoping that he would wake up so you could help him down. “Mammon it’s time to wake up.”

His head shook, unsure on if he actually heard you or if he subconsciously responded to your call. Stopping right in front of him, you slowly lifted your arms, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his smooth skin.

“Come on, Mammon. I really don’t want to untie you and watch you fall on your head.”

He didn’t respond.

Sighing, you took a moment to study his face. The way his eyelashes fluttered whenever your thumb would get too close to his eyes, the way his lips were parted, puffs of air escaping him as he grumbled in his sleep.

Instinctively, your face slowly inched closer towards his, gaze flickering between his lips and eyes that remained closed.

It didn’t happen immediately when your lips touched, but a few moments after, did Mammon’s eyes finally flutter open. His head foggy as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered, but all his focus left his body the moment he realized that you were standing right in front of him, upside down?

No…no, how could he have forgotten. He was the one upside down, having pissed off Lucifer he now suffered being strung up and left for who knows how long. But…why were you standing so close to him? And why were your eyes closed? And why were your lips pressed against his?

His face was quick to erupt in flames, the pounding of his heart speeding up and echoing in his ears. He was barely given any time to adjust to the kiss before you were pulling away with a face full of surprise, lips parting to say something, you were stopped by Mammon’s muddled words. His voice cracking as he tries to speak, jerking his body back causing him to swing back and forth.

“WhAt- you…hey! O-of course ya would- I mean- Ha! You should consider yourself lucky to have k-kissed the great Mammon, human!” He averted his gaze away from you, instead focusing on a wall to the left.

“Oh, I’m so very lucky.” You said, an amused smile raising as you shook your head at his antics. “Are you perhaps ready to get down? Or do you want to hang some more?”

“What’re ya, stupid?! Of Course I want let down!” He replied, huffing and rolling his eyes, jerking on the rope once more, “I would’ve already escaped, but Lucifer tied to rope too tigh-” Right as he was about to finish his sentence, due to his recent constant movement, the rope tied around his feet had come loose. His body falling to the floor, making you take a quick step back and wince as he let out a loud groan. “Nevermind.”

“That’s tough bud.”

Levi

Hear me out on this…

Levi has been hauled up in his room for days playing some new game that has come out, and he’s been doing so good on it until he gets to the final boss.

He’s been working on this last boss over and over again that he’s begun to neglect himself of his meals, so you, being the nice human you are, decide to take him some because you’ve been worried about him.

But once you’re in his room, and trying to get him to pause the game for a moment, he finally does it. He beats the final boss. And in a rush of pure adrenaline he jumps up and kisses you right on the spot, not realizing what he was doing until he pulls away.

From the other side of the door you could hear the sounds of Levi groaning in frustration, the fighting sequence playing out from the game he was currently trying to beat.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently, ready to recall the password to gain access to the third eldest brother’s room. But upon waiting a few more moments, there was no reply from the demon, instead, there was only the continuous sounds of buttons being smashed.

“Levi? Can I come in?” You asked, hoping that he had heard you over the loud volume of his tv. With no response, you balanced the small tray that consisted of a couple slices of spicy rainbow pizza you had learned how to make, specifically for him, along with a cup of warm tea. Using your now free hand, you grasped the door knob, giving it a small twist before gently pushing open the door.

Sitting in front of the tv, quite closely to be exact, was Levi. Controller in his hand as his fingers rapidly mashed against the buttons, muttering quietly to himself.

Walking into the dimly lit room, you proceeded to his desk, setting the tray down before sighing out, “Levi, maybe you should take a break. I haven’t seen you at dinner the last couple days, so maybe a food break would hel-”

“Oh-” He suddenly froze, causing you to pause your words. With furrowed eyebrows, you took a step closer to the demon, glancing briefly at the tv screen. “Ah…” The screen flashed brightly, in big, bold words across the screen, YOU WIN!

“Oh, you won.” You stated, switching your gaze from the tv back to Levi, his eyes widening, finally realizing what those words said.

“I won…” He trailed off, abruptly standing up from the floor, turning towards you with an ever growing smile. “I won!” His voice presumed more enthusiastically, fist pumping in the air as he had seen many anime protagonists do. “I finally did it!”

Laughing in amusement at his action, you nodded your head, “Yes, you did it. Now you can take a break, right?” You never got a response, as the next thing you knew, his lips were attached to yours.

Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him, his lips moved against yours slowly. His confidence grew stronger with every passing second…well…that is, until he pulled away and realized what he had done.

“WAAAHHH!!” He threw himself back, stumbling over his feet and landing on his butt. His face was quickly turning red, heart pounding erratically in his chest, “Y-you..” He couldn’t find any words to say, and even if he could, he doubted he’d be able to get them out with stuttering over each one.

Burying his face in his hands, he let out an embarrassed cry, his shoulders shaking as the picture of him pulling away from your lips played in his mind. The way your eyes fluttered open and immediately locked eyes with him, the way the corner of your lips lifted into a small smile, the way you…the way you looked like you enjoyed it.

No! No way would you actually have enjoyed a kiss with some stupid otaku…but…

“Levi,” You called his name, crouching on the floor in front of him, gently pulling his hands away from his blushing face. Hesitantly looking at you, his body shivered at the soft expression on your face, “As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I’d really like for you to eat, I even made your favorite.”

“Huh?” Turning his attention to the desk which held his meal, he smiled at the sight of his favorite pizza. “Oh thanks, I’ve been meaning to get something to eat.”

Chuckling at his response, you pat the top of his head before standing up, “It was my first time making it, so let me know how it tastes, okay?” Presenting him one last smile, you took your leave, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Of cour- WAIT! DID YOU SAY YOU ENJOYED IT?!”

Satan

Satan… Oh the book loving demon.

You both would be cuddled up, him reading one of his books and you scrolling through Devilgram.

One of his hands securely held the book, while his other held onto your hand, thumb caressing your palm, breath hitching everytime it began to tickle.

But wait! He unconsciously brings your conjoined hands near his lips, pressing light kisses to your fingertips, making his way up the palm of your hand to your wrist, stopping when his lips were met with the beating of your pulse.

AND HE’S DOING THIS ALL WHILE STILL READING, but don’t let him think that you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smirk at the sudden jump in your heart rate.

You stared down at the screen of the device in your hand, thumb scrolling through today's feed which seemed to mostly consist of Asmo and what he had been doing all day. Sat beside you was Satan, quietly reading through the pages of a book he had plucked from one of his shelves before settling down with you. His eyes skimming across the pages, his thumb lightly brushing against the palm of your hand that he held, paying no mind to the way your breath hitched to hold back from laughing.

Feeling your hand being lifted, you turned your attention away from Devilgram for the moment, watching as the blonde haired demon brought your conjoined hands up to meet his lips. Delicately kissing the tips of your fingers all the while continuing to read, your D.D.D. long forgotten as you could only watch him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. Paying no mind to your gaze on him, he continued his ministrations, dragging his lips across the palm of your hand. Only stopping once he got to your wrist, his lips hovering over your pulse point before kissing it tenderly, smirking when he felt your pulse rise from his actions.

“Satan?” You breathed out, hand stuttering in his grasp, heat swirling in your chest as you watched him set his book down. Instead of responding verbally, he pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your hips while finally meeting your gaze.

Adjusting his position, he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to your jaw. Tightening his hold on your hips he pulled away briefly, gauging your reaction before leaning back into to peck at the corners of your mouth. Smirk growing when you told him to stop teasing you, egging him on even more, he avoided your lips altogether.

Leaving kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, purposely depriving you of what you really wanted.

“Y/N,” He sighed, moving his hands from your hips to wrap around your waist, hugging you against his chest. “You’re beautiful.”

And finally…finally he gives in.

Allowing himself to fall into your desires by locking his lips with yours, slowly moving in sync. Your hands traveled up his shoulders until they were met with the back of his head, fingers tangling into his soft hair.

With your D.D.D. and his book long forgotten, the both of you got lost in your own desires, not hearing the knocks coming from the other side of the door saying that dinner was ready.

Asmo

While he is the Avatar of Lust, he enjoys being intimate with you.

Showering together

Doing skin care together

He just loves being close with you, and he especially loves being able to admire your beauty.

And if he does that by watching you through the mirror as you do the skin care routine he had taught you, then who are you to complain?

The bathroom was warm, steam still fogging up part of the mirror from the hot bath Asmo and you had taken. Standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around you, you stared into the mirror as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer Asmo had given you.

Behind you, Asmo also stood in only a towel, gazing over your shoulder into the mirror rubbing his own moisturizer in. Though he seemed to struggle with finishing his routine as all he could find himself doing was watching you, mesmerized with your movements.

“Something wrong?” You asked, catching his eyes through the mirror, “You always finish up before me, what’s up?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of his daze, shaking his head with a smile, “Oh nothing, I was just admiring your beauty through the mirror darling, but of course, look at me as well. I’m the most beautiful person in all of Devildom,” He sighed happily, resting one of his hands against his cheek, “I was simply thinking about how fitting it was that I have the pleasure of having someone as beautiful as you by my side.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at his words, “How kind of you, my dear.” There wasn’t much left for you to do, except for getting dressed in your pajamas and then to finally relax in bed after the long day you’ve had, but as you were about to exit the bathroom, the fifth eldest brother stopped you.

His hands wrapping around your waist while leaning his chin onto your shoulder, continuing to stare at you through the mirror without a word.

“Asmo? Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask once more, attempting to turn your head to look at him face to face, but it was no use from how close he stood.

“I’m perfectly fine, my love. I just can’t help but admire how amazing you are.” He whispered, removing his chin from your shoulder, but still hovering over your bare skin. His lips slowly drag their way across your shoulder to your neck, giving you a quick peck before laying his cheek against the side of your head. “It’s as if you have me under some sort of spell.”

“Maybe I do.” You joked, turning around in his hold and pressing your lips against his in a swift kiss. “While you stand here all dazed, I’m going to get ready for bed.” Pulling yourself out of his embrace, you were finally able to escape the bathroom, “I’ll see you in bed once you’re finished, okay?”

You didn’t wait for his response, desperate to get some clothes on and lay in bed, but you were still able to hear his somewhat mumbled ‘okay’ before exiting.

Slowly returning to his routine, he still found himself thinking about you in that moment, the way you looked, the way your skin felt against his. The more he thought about it, the more his face began to heat up, and he knew it wasn’t just from the temperature of the bath he took.

Maybe you did have some sort of spell on him.

Or maybe, he just realized that he was in love with you.

Beel

Beel is definitely the type to love you no matter of your insecurities/flaws, he’s just so babygirl like that.

And something that he loves, besides eating and working out, is getting to lay in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

This mostly occurs in your bedroom late at night while having a movie marathon, or even if you were just scrolling through your D.D.D. before bed.

But sometimes he would catch you off guard, littering kisses around your body while you were too distracted.

He secretly loves the look of surprise that flashes across your face when you feel his lips on your skin, but what he even loves more is how flustered you become after catching him in the act.

The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the tv illuminating the walls. You laid on your back, one arm behind your head while the other rested on the Avatar of Gluttony’s back. His body was nuzzled between your legs, arms loosely wrapped around your sides, with his head laying atop your stomach.

Your full attention was solely on the tv, completely absorbed into the movie Levi had recommended you watch. And Beel, well, he decided to tag along to spend some time with you, and so far he wasn’t regretting it.

The movie wasn’t all that interesting to him, but he could see how invested you were into the plot as it only continued to thicken. Smiling when your hand clenched the back of his shirt, watching as the main character figured out what they had been missing the whole time.

Using one of his hands, he slowly lifted the bottom of your shirt, nudging his head in between the material of the cloth and your skin. Sighing, contently when he laid his head back down, the warmth of your skin bringing a new sense of comfort to him.

Being too captivated by the movie, you were unaware of the sudden shift underneath your shirt, or the sensation of the sixth eldest pressing light kisses to your stomach. His hand that had lifted your shirt holding your waist, fingers softly tickling your side, hoping for a reaction.

Flinching in your spot, you glanced down at the lump in your shirt, instinctively smacking at the hand that was tickling you. “Stop that, it tickles.” You scolded, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried to hold back your laughter.

With the tickling stopped and your attention now off the movie, you were now able to just barely feel his lips pressed against your stomach. Mumbling incoherent words from underneath your shirt, Beel tried to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widened briefly, lips parting in surprise, “Beel?” You whispered, gripping the bottom of your shirt with one hand and pulling it off his head. “What are you doing?” You asked slowly, getting a good look at his face now that you could see it.

His eyes were closed, laying his head back down but still tilted up in your direction. The smile he displayed was one you had seen many times, most often when you would catch him in the kitchen after nightfall, snacking on the leftover food in the fridge despite Lucifer telling him not to.

“I love you.” He stated, without even an ounce of doubt, opening his eyes to finally see your reaction.

You were frozen in place, hand still on his back, though it still gripped his shirt tightly. Eyes widened, staring down at the demon in surprise, feeling your face begin to heat up as his words finally sunk in.

Instead of finding any words to say, you hide your face behind your hands, whining out that he shouldn’t catch you off guard like that.

But it’s okay, you’ll deal with the newfound heat bubbling in your chest. It’s totally worth it when he chuckles deeply, giving you his usual puppy dog smile and repeating those same words. “I really love you.”

Belphie

Sleepy boy, Belphie, who spends most of his time napping.

Oftentimes dragging you along with him up to the attic where he knows you would least likely be disturbed, falling asleep pretty fast, leaving you wide awake as you would have just woken up for the day.

But that’s okay! You’ll still lay there with him, your arms holding him close just as he liked, admiring the soft look on his face while he peacefully slept.

It’s too bad though, that you didn’t make sure he was truly asleep, because now you’re stuck having to hear his teasing remarks.

It was warm in the room, yet not warm enough to make it unbearable.

Or maybe it wasn’t the room, no…maybe it was the thick fuzzy blanket and the youngest demon brother that had your body heat skyrocketing? You had been laying with Belphie for not even twenty minutes, but the demon was already asleep. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head buried in your chest, refusing to be separated from you.

Slowly removing your arms from around him, you broke free from his hold after struggling for a few silent moments. Slipping the blanket off of you and tucking it under the side he was currently laying on, you shuffled around in the bed, searching for a more comfortable position to help you cool off. Slipping your arm under the pillow you were using, you shifted down the bed so you were face to face with the sleeping demon.

His bangs were messily splayed across his forehead, eyebrows furrowed briefly before smoothing back out. A soft smile made its way onto your face, moving your hand to cup his cheek, brushing away the stray hairs that rested above his eyes. Moving your head closer, you brushed your nose against his, laughing lightly when his lips pursed, almost puckering and asking for a kiss.

“You’re so weird when you sleep.” You laughed quietly, giving the tip of his nose a quick kiss before resting your head back onto the pillow, content with just watching as he napped, knowing that you’d fall asleep sooner or later.

“That wasn’t a real kiss,” Your body jolted in shock, not prepared for Belphie’s voice to suddenly ring out, let alone his eyes to be peering into yours. His lips were set into a pout, “I want a real kiss.”

“I- what?”

“You were the one watching me sleep, I saw the way you looked at me.” He said, lips twitching up into a smirk. Slowly pushing himself up, he used his arms to keep him up, hovering over you.

“I was not!” You huffed, turning your head to the side, trying not to let it show that his teasing words had affected you. But with the way his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, turning your head back to face him, and the way your heart began to hammer in your chest. You knew that he knew what kind of effect he had on you, the smirk on his face said enough.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, “So, you look at everyone like that?” He was pouting again, but this time he was doing it on purpose, teasing you, purposely trying to get under your skin.

“What? No, I don’t.” You answered, rolling your eyes, trying to look anywhere else but his beautiful violet eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You only look at me like that, right?” He asked teasingly, leaning in closer to your face, much like you had done before, brushing your noses against one another. “You’ll only look at me like that, right?” He rephrased, breath fanning against your lips as his eyes closed, your lips molding together much to your surprise, though you guess you should have suspected it coming from the Avatar of Sloth who enjoyed getting under people’s skin.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and tasted faintly of the hell cream cat tongue cookies you saw Beel munching on after breakfast this morning, remembering how the twins had made the journey last night to Madam Scream’s to specifically get them.

Your lips moved in sync with his, gasping when his hand that had been gripping your chin slid down your side, holding your hip as the kiss became more heated. After another long moment, you pulled away as best as you could to regain your breath, the demon following after you, not quite done with his assault on your lips just yet.

“I like it when you look at me like that.” He whispered, attaching his lips to your neck, allowing you your moment to breathe.

But don’t expect him to wait long, his want for a peaceful nap with you long gone, replaced with a growing fire inside him.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very, very busy man. I mean, he is the future ruler of Devildom after all.

Time with him is rare, and even when you do get a sliver of a moment, Barbatos is always there to fetch his master who had run away from the work he needed to do.

With the almighty loyal servant of Lord Diavolo, one would imagine that he would never lose track of the future king.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when Diavolo is nowhere to be found. Sure, he was on a break right now, but within an hour he had a very important student council meeting to attend.

But little did everyone know, was that Diavolo had been ambushed by his favorite human who was supposed to be walking to their next class, and dragged into the nearest supply closet.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Diavolo asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you close the door sneakily, laughing when you leaned your back against the door as an extra measure to keep people out.

“Let’s not talk about how much trouble I’ll be in with Lucifer right now.” You sighed, pushing yourself away from the door and approaching the demon. “I’ve barely seen you these past few days, it’s been torture.” You dramatically spoke, falling into his awaiting arms. Hugging him closely, you breathed in his scent, your nerves calming with just the slightest touch from him. “I’ve missed you.”

He hums in agreement, tightening his hold on you, tucking his head into the crevice of your neck. “I’ve missed you as well. Getting away from Barbatos is…quite a tricky task.”

“I can imagine,” You laughed, moving your head back so you could see his face. Still as handsome as the last time you had seen him, if not more. “I’m just happy I was able to catch you on my way to class.”

Not saying anything more, the both of you leaned in, lips connecting in a heated, passionate kiss. Your hands finding themselves unbuttoning his coat, toying with the tie tied around his neck. His own hands were on the back of your head, holding you in place, refusing to be apart from you after having not had any time to see you lately.

Taking a step forward, Diavolo swiveled around, pushing you against the wall he had been leaning on. Hands now perched onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, his lips traveling down your jaw and neck, stopping when they reach the collar of your uniform.

“Do you-” He started, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of your flushed out expression. His words were cut off by three knocks at the supply closet door, the shadow of the person on the other side peeking through the crack underneath.

“My Lord, I have given you as much time as possible, but it’s time for the meeting.” Barbatos’ voice rang out from the other side, a hint of amusement in the situation, but sternness as his master still had to attend to his duties. “You as well, Y/N.”

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, sighing solemnly as you fixed your slightly wrinkled uniform before helping Diavolo straighten up his tie and button up his coat once more.

“Hey,” Diavolo spoke softly, catching hold of your hand before you could make your way to the door. You stopped in your tracks, squeezing his hand back as you gave him your attention. “Why don’t you come stay at the castle tonight? I’ll speak with Barbatos, that way we can spend the night together, what do you say?”

“Really?” The hopeful look in your eyes caught him off guard as you lovingly gazed at him, his smile dropping as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Yes,” He answered without a waver, “I’ll make it happen.” He said, smiling in reassurance, “I’ll make anything happen for you, Y/N.”

As long as you keep that look in your eyes.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a very dignified man, always keeping his composure as the loyal servant to the future king of Devildom, Lord Diavolo.

But that doesn’t mean that he has another side to him, in fact, I believe that Barbatos is a man with many different sides.

I see him as being more intimate with you in private.

Now that’s not to say he’d say no to a kiss in front of others, but only a peck here and there. But I think that alone time with him completely makes up for the lack of pda.

After the doors are closed, he’s on you like a light, completely ravishing you and letting you know how much he appreciates you.

Stepping into the dark room, Barbatos undid the buttons of his blazer. A sigh slipped past his lips when he shed the clothed material, his gloves coming off next, fingers smoothing out the silk texture before moving further into the room, stopping beside his bed.

You were sprawled out in his sheets, clutching one of his pillows in your arms as a substitute until he was able to slip away from work for the night. You had arrived earlier in the night, having dinner with him and Diavolo before scurrying to his bedroom, leaving him with a quick peck on the cheek and telling him that you’d wait for him.

Turning his attention to the clock beside his bed, he sighed at the time displayed. He knew that he had overworked once again and kept you waiting until you had fallen asleep alone, but at least he could have the joy of waking up with you in his arms before repeating the day all over again.

Quickly changing into some sleeping clothes, the demon got into bed, adjusting your form into a more comfortable one for you to wake up in before lying down himself. Throwing an arm around your waist he sighed out once again, blinking owlishly when he found your eyes staring straight into his.

“Hey.” You said, voice hoarse, having just woken up from a deep sleep.

“Hello.” He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders, scooting closer towards you in the bed, “I’m sorry for making you wait.” His eyes closed momentarily, taking in the silence of the room, allowing himself to relax into the soft cushiness of the bed.

“It’s okay, you’re here now.” Tucking the blanket under your chin, you gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes once they had reopened. His eyes were narrowed in a teasing manner, a small, crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves, my dear.” He started, closing in on you and brushing a hand over your cheek, “Truly is such a shame that our time has been reduced to the late hours of the night.”

You hum quietly, eyes feeling heavy once more, you lean in closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pulling away to lay back in bed, the green haired demon followed after you, his lips capturing yours before you could even register what was happening. Your eyes widened, gasping into the kiss, your startled expression causing him to smile into the kiss.

“Barb?” Your voice shook, gasping for air when he pulled away, opting to hold you close to his chest for the time being.

“Shhh,” He cooed, one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other was under your head, acting as a pillow to keep you close to him. “Go to sleep, my love.” Kissing your forehead, he laid his head down onto his pillow, nestling his head on top of your. “Sleep well.”

Simeon

M O R N I N G K I S S E S

He’d wake you up with kisses early in the morning, despite you specifically telling him to not wake you up early.

He’d smile while doing so, even going as far to tickle your sides to get you up and moving.

And he’s just too damn adorable with his eyes crinkled as he puts on a big smile, voice soft as he tells you it’s time to wake up, so of course, you can never stay mad at him.

Your eyes fluttered open, the lantern on the bedside table lit, casting an orange hue across the room. You could feel the soft texture of Simeon’s lips, peppering kisses across your cheeks, his lips curled up into a smile as he did so.

“It’s time to get up.” He whispered, his breath tickling your cheek as his lips slid across your skin, kissing the tip of your nose. “I let you sleep in for a couple minutes longer.”

“Nooo,” You whined, turning your head to the side and attempting to cover your head with the blanket.

“Yes yes, we have plans with the others, remember?” He laughed, poking your side with his index finger, “And you’re the one that planned it.” Continuing to poke you, he took to tickling you instead, eyes shining in amusement when you began to wiggle around in the bed, desperately trying to escape from his attack.

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as your hands swatted at his gently, body rolling towards the edge of the bed where you were sure to fall if not for Simeon’s arms grabbing onto your and pulling you closer to him.

As your laughter died down, you found yourself frozen in his arms. His smile had softened, fondly watching as your heart began to race. Even just his face was enough to fluster you, especially when he was looking at you like…that.

“Stop it,” You said, turning your head away with pursed lips, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckled, taking your chin in between his fingers and guiding your attention back to him. “Like I love you?” He asked in a teasing tone.

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered, hiding your face in your hands, hoping to conceal your expression from his eyes, but should have known better.

Carefully prying your hands away from your face, he hovered his face over yours, pressing a quick kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but thrice. “That’s because I do love you.” He quietly said against your lips, “You have no idea how much I love you.”

Solomon

DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN! He may seem all sweet and innocent, but I swear he’s a biter.

You’ll be in the middle of a sweet moment and he’ll kiss you all nicely, but then BAM he’s gnawing on your lip.

He’s just a cheeky little shit that likes to tease you.

And it works.

The sky was dark, very few stars littered the sky overhead in Devildom. You laid on your back, eyes locked onto the dark sky, silence surrounding you except for the occasional sound of Solomon humming.

“So this is what humans do nowadays?” He asked, still unsure what you both were supposed to do. He understood that you wanted to watch the stars, but was that all, was that really all you do?

“You’re talking like an old man.” You laughed, turning your attention away from the sky to glance at the white haired sorcerer. “And to answer your question, not everyone does this. Not everyone is into this sort of stuff, I guess I just wanted to try it out.”

“I see.”

It fell silent once again, and from the corner of your eye you could see that he had rolled over onto his side, now facing you. While your attention was on the stars, his was solely on you, watching, studying your every expression.

“And what’s the point exactly?” He smirked, seeming to already know the answer he was expecting to get.

“What do you mean?” Rolling over onto your side, you mimicked his actions, propping up a hand and resting your head on it. “What’s the point in watching the stars?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s something to do. With friends, or a lover, it’s just a time to bond or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You shrugged your shoulders, hoping that he was satisfied enough with your answer.

“So then what are we?” He asked, leaning the front half of his body closer, “Friends…or lovers?”

Your eyes widened at his question, lips sealed as you finally registered the words.

“Idiot!” You softly scolded, smacking him on the shoulder making him laugh. “You already know the answer to that.”

“I know, I know. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so easy to fluster.” He slowly leaned in until your lips were connected. The kiss was filled with so much tenderness, so much passion that even you were surprised. His lips moved against yours in a gentle urgency, one hand cupping your cheek to keep you close.

But even with the kiss filled with so much passion, you know you should have expected something to be up the sorcerer's sleeve. You could feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into the kiss, his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip before taking hold of it, causing you to gasp in shock.

Pulling away, you rolled back a couple inches, putting some distance between the both of you. “Hey!” You stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted still in a state of surprise. “No biting so suddenly! Jeez you’re like some kind of wild animal!” You hid your face in the ground, ignoring the pounding of your heart as he could only laugh.

“So it’s okay if I bite later on, hm?” He teased, once again meeting with the wrath of your hand slapping against his shoulder.

“Shut up!”

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I read several articles about the history of Black dolls when I was preparing my AG spam, and one of the consistent things that kept coming up was what a game-changer Addy was. There were only a few Black Barbies at Toys-R-Us, and Black baby dolls were pretty rare. Addy was finally a popular, easily-available, and high-quality doll that Black girls could have who looked like them.

And White girls bought her, too! I had an Addy! I a lot of ways, Addy was my first real intro to Black history.

Addy has earned a lot of flak for being “the slave doll,” but honestly, anyone who reads her books knows that she is so much more than that. She starts her story enslaved and makes a harrowing journey to freedom, and then learns how to live free. She goes to school, learns to read, and then teaches her mother how to read. She celebrates the end of the war and is able to reunite her family. She offers a counter-narrative to the 12 Years a Slave-style hopeless trauma porn that often comes with slavery stories, how brave Black people brought themselves to freedom and built a community for themselves. Addy helped this little White girl learn that Black lives matter and that Black history is important.

Living in Florida and seeing Ron DeSantis do everything he fucking can to censor Black history (if you don’t know about it, please take this moment to learn about the Rosewood Massacre), I’m really, really, really glad I had Addy and her books to be my entry way to Black history. It may have started with slavery, but it sure as hell didn’t end with slavery.

ANYWAY. Here’s a pretty great article about how Addy came about.

As far as her fashion goes, it’s all pretty accurate! I love that finally an American Girl has her hair up!

In the book, Addy receives her dress from a woman running a safe house during her escape from slavery. Even thought it’s relatively plain, it’s much, much, much nicer than anything Addy has worn before, and it really hits home how much better her life is going to be now that she’s free.

(ebay)

Fun lil fact: in the 90s the gourd was made from an actual gourd (I had the actual gourd!), which had a little cork stopper in it, but a crop failure (and Canadian import laws) changed it to plastic.

#1860s #American Girl #Addy

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catscidr · 3 months

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I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite.

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you.

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind.

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.)

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume).

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If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.)

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way.

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are.

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps.

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant.

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond.

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face.

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding.

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow.

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?”

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky.

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man.

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead.

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight.

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it.

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something.

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle.

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.

Everything clicked into place.

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head.

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him.

#i may or may not have butchered the ending bc i DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM /SOBS #i did my best #୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x reader #argenti x fem reader #argenti x you #argenti x y/n

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