Honkai Star Rail Summary

honkai star rail summary

#expresstrio ???? cause they're ot3 polybabies

MILLION DOLLAR GIRL

synopsis: kafka wants to add you to her bounty.

featuring: kafka

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap on, pet names, sort of enemies to lovers, doggy style, catching feelings, mentions of one night stands, slight degradation, mockery, gro.ping, pretty wholesome even for a smut, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“For someone so whiny, you sure quiet down once I put some inches in you, hm?”

Kafka chuckles darkly at the sight of you all sprawled out on your bed, pounding away at your cunt with the dark purple strap on tied to her hips. You and Kafka had a complicated relationship, as your father wanted her dead, but you wanted her in your bed. Spewing a love-hate relationship between you two, as you couldn’t help but fall for the Stellaron Hunter’s charms, only to end up bent over your bed with her cock slamming into you.

“You came at the worst— nnngh…time…” you groaned, feeling her hips slap against your ass with the most brutal rhythm you’ve ever felt.

“I come whenever I want, sweet thing,” Kafka says nonchalantly, smacking a hand to your rear to keep you steady for her. “Your father will never catch me, he’ll never think to check his sweet little daughter’s room for a Stellaron Hunter…”

She delivers a particularly sharp thrust to your folds and you automatically collapse to your stomach. The fat tip of her cock pushing so deeply and making you moan with ecstasy. “Mmm, that’s a sound I love to hear,” Kafka chuckles, her deep and husky voice sending shivers down your spine. “You never disappoint, princess…”

You roll your eyes and grit your teeth, trying to get back up and prove her wrong. “Why did you even c-come here…it’s too dangerous, the whole ship is on lockdown.”  

“You think I’m afraid of a little risk, dear?” Kafka laughs, angling her hips so she could get you back down on your stomach. “You must not know me that well, then.”

You gasp when she grabs your hips and starts slamming back into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. The thick, girthiness of her shaft proved too much for you to handle as you gripped your bedsheets to muffle your mouth from screaming. 

“Hmmm, that’s no good…” Kafka tuts, reaching a hand over to your scalp with tease. “I want to…hear you!” 

She suddenly yanks you up by the hair and you gasp from the sheer pain and pleasure you felt at that moment. “Oh! Kafka, fuck…!” You whimpered.

“There’s my girl…” she grins, licking her lips and having a grand ole time rutting into you. “Oh, I just wish I could see the look on your old man’s face when he finds out what I’m doing to you.”

She smirks at the thought and looks up at the ceiling with amusement. “To think his sworn enemy; me, was actually fucking his daughter in her bedroom this whole time…” she laughs and starts thrusting her cock even faster at the thought, getting turned on at the idea of ruining you. “What would your father think, dear?”

She looks down at you with a satisfied smile, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. 

“Mmh…my father will…kill you on the spot…” you groan, your body instinctively moving on its own to meet the thrusts of Kafka’s hips. 

“Yeah, but you won’t let him, will you?” Kafka grins, leaning over to get a little closer to your ear. “You love me too much to do that. So much so that you’re getting drunk on my cock right now…”

Your cunt throbs at her words and you can’t help but whimper at the thought. You knew it was wrong to be sleeping with a Stellaron Hunter that your father so desperately wanted to arrest, but you couldn’t help it. She was just so charming and flirtatious, so much so that after just one meeting on your ship, she had you in your bed and completely stripped of your clothes. Ensuring the beginning of numerous one night stands with the Stellaron Hunter, as Kafka will oftentimes break into the ship just to sleep with you…

And yet, that’s what you thought this was, just another one night stand with Kafka like always. You didn’t think too much of it, but this time it seemed a little different. Kafka was more clingy, more possessive. It was prominent in the way she held you close, wrapping her arms around your torso and pressing sweet kisses to the back of your neck. She was more loving, less lustful. And you were starting to feel the side effects.

“You know, I can’t help but wonder how you feel about all this,” Kafka hums, hugging you from behind while moving her hips at a slower rhythm. “You give in to me so much easier now, perhaps…you’re starting to like me back?” 

You bit your lip and cursed at the fluttery feeling inside your chest. Somehow, you had fallen for the Hunter’s charms and ended up catching feelings throughout your sporadic one night stands. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but the heart wants what the heart wants and you couldn’t bear to say no. 

“…You’ve gone quiet now. Where was all that yap from earlier?” She whispers, tilting your chin up to look back at her. When you continued to stay silent, however; the thought dawned upon her and realization struck. Oh. You did fall for her. To the point where you were too embarrassed to admit your carnal desire for the woman.

“…I see.” Was all she said at your silence, slowly moving closer to hug you more affectionately. “Well, you don’t have to make that decision yet. I’m making it for you.”

“Wha— ah!” You gasped as she began slamming her shaft harder and deeper, guttural groans escaping Kafka’s throat, as she brought you closer to the brink of climax. “I’ve always fancied having you around, sweet girl.” She smirked, gripping her fingers around your breasts and squeezing whilst going to town. “So I figured, enough was enough. I want to have you as my companion.”

Her eyes softened at the way you tensed up in her hold, snaking an arm around your stomach before leaning in to kiss your shoulder.

“You’re probably worth about…what, five million credits? Ten million? Hundred million?” She chuckles as you grip her shaft with need, her movements slowing down as it was clear you were getting close to your high. “Either way, you’re worth more than anything in this galaxy right now.”

Your breath hitched as you tighten around her cock, feeling the ridges rub you closer to your orgasm while Kafka spoke sweet sentences in your ear.

“I’d love to add you to my bounty, rack up the numbers with you by my side,” she sighs at the idea and is left daydreaming about the reaction of your father when he finds out about this. You, his sweet, innocent daughter joining the Stellaron Hunters of all people? He would have a heart attack…

“So, what do you say, my dear?” Kafka hums, shoving her length as far as it could go before feeling you release all over her harness. “Care to join me on my bounty? You’d be worth quite a pretty penny…”

Your breathing was labored, and sweat coated your skin, yet you turned to face her with a knowing smile.

“Do I…hah…have a choice?”

Kafka laughs at your expression before moving down to kiss you. 

“Mm, sorry, you don’t.”

You smiled at that. 

Hi, if that is okay for HSR, can I please have yandere Royal Himeko x Royal fem reader Royal au NSFW oneshot? Basically, Himeko wants to marry a reader, so no one will ever be her darling?

You're Mine, Forever

Pairing: Royal!Himeko x fem!Reader

Warnings: AU, Yandere, NSFW, Oral Sex, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character, Arranged Marriage, Mild Dub-con sort of...

A/N: Oh boy did I have fun with this. Second request ever, and I hope I got the premise correct? Had a little trouble parsing which characters the modifiers were supposed to be attached to. The Yandere is a bit... less intense than typical but I think it comes across. Have fun! ~ Teeth

E/N: Requested by @hedgehog666. Might be a bit more plot than you bargained for, but that's just how Teeth thinks. Himeko actually means 'princess' (more or less) so this AU is fitting. Unrelated, I need better graphics for the little art splashes. -Editor

NSFW BELOW. 18+ MINORS KEEP OUT

The first time Princess Himeko laid eyes on you was at her coming of age celebration. You hadn't even considered that you might be on her radar. Being the third daughter of a baron, you hardly had the status to attend the ball, much less speak with the crown princess.

But she noticed you, stealing glances across the ballroom between conversations with dreary nobles. They're all pomp, dressed to the nines and boasting as if she's supposed to be impressed by how shiny they look. Compared to them, your plain dress and lack of jewelry stands out, though not in a good way.

Even in the lively sounds of celebration Himeko can hear nobles mocking you. Your less than ostentatious outfit, the way you fidget every time you hear someone utter your name, anything and everything they would pick apart and ridicule.

But the princess was enamored.

She didn't get to speak with you that night, always being accosted by some influential noble or another whenever she tried to approach you. In some sense, the night was a failure for both of you. Your father had only permitted you to attend the event in hopes that you would find a suitor, some noble to marry you off to, likely as a second or third wife.

And you blew it.

Not only did you fail to interact with nobles, you became a mockery instead. Even the crown princess was eyeing you like you were an eyesore. You had earned the scorn of noble society and drawn the ire of one of the most powerful women in the kingdom.

It was no wonder, then, that you hadn't received a single proposal in the year or so since that party. Even the few houses that had sent proposals prior had withdrawn them, firmly branding you as a failure of a noble.

That is, until the eve of your twentieth birthday when a messenger arrives bearing a letter from the royal family.

A proposal for marriage between you and Crown Princess Himeko.

Surely, you think as your father reads you the contents of the letter aloud, this is another attempt to ridicule you. As have been all the invitations you received from the crown princess. It hasn't been infrequent either, being invited to events far above your station only to be belittled under people's breath. Even if you didn't think she despised you, the third daughter of a baron marrying into the royal family is unheard of.

But your opinion doesn't matter, at least not to your father. It hardly takes a day for him to accept the proposal, and in less than a week you're sitting in a carriage bound for the palace, adorned with the most expensive fineries your family can afford.

Himeko was ecstatic when she heard you accepted her proposal. She barely left your side from the moment you set foot in the palace, not unless it was urgent, and even then it was even odds if she would drag you with her. Any spare moment she had, her arm would be linked with yours. Himeko was simply infatuated, unable to resist your gentle beauty and meek personality.

She had done so much work, so much planning and preparation all to make you hers. Blocking all those proposals had been a dull ordeal, but it was immediately made worth it when she silently slipped through the door connecting your bedrooms.

The sight of you in that thin little negligee she gave you set Himeko's heart aflutter. You hadn't noticed her yet, brushing your hair absently as you prepare for bed. You catch sight of her in the mirror a moment too late, trying to turn and greet her only to be wrapped in her arms.

"Y-your highness," you stammer in shock, utterly bewildered. Your eyes go anywhere but the mirror once you realize she's wearing as little as you, or perhaps even less. The fabric is so thin it hardly hides any of her body, though most of her is thankfully obscured by your own thinly veiled form. "Forgive me, I wasn't expecting you. If I could have but a moment to get dressed…"

"We're to be married soon," she murmurs, cutting you off. You can feel Himeko's large chest pressed up against you, chin rested on your shoulder. "No need to be so formal, just call me Himeko."

"O-okay Hime- eep!" Your startled squeak when she slides a hand under your nightgown is simply delightful. She wants to hear more, which she loves to learn is not hard to do. All it takes is her pressing her lips into the crook of your neck to get another surprised gasp out of you. "Ah- H-Himeko, wha-?"

"Shh shh shh…" Himeko's gentle shushing silences you as she plants more kisses along your neck. The hand under your nightgown begins dancing across your skin, briefly dipping to tease the waistband of your underwear, while the other begins massaging your chest. With every touch she coaxes out a soft moan, encouraging her to slip her hand down into your panties. "Mmm, so wet for me… Should we go to the bed?"

Without waiting for an answer Himeko withdraws her hands and stands up, taking your hand and pulling you with her. About halfway across the room she gets bored and draws you in close, stealing a kiss from your lips. She slowly deepens the kiss while walking you back until your legs hit the bed. The moment you separate for air, you're pushed backwards into the mattress with Himeko towering over you.

"B-but we- ahn~" Your objections are met with a palm pressing into your clit, making slow circles as her fingers gently slide through your folds. "Shouldn't we- Mmn~ wait?"

"What does it matter? I'm tired of waiting, I'm going to make you mine."

The flush on Himeko's face has crept down to her breasts, her eyes fixed on your core as she slides your panties off and tosses them across the room. So pretty, so pink, and all hers. It only takes a little encouraging to move you further onto the bed, only until there's enough room for Himeko to lay between you legs. She's so close to your glistening cunt you can feel each breath, squirming just enough that she has to wrap her hands around your thighs to keep you still.

Oh, she could easily get addicted to you. The way your legs shake as she eats you out. The debauched moans and cries every time her tongue hits a sensitive spot. The way you taste, dripping with arousal. Every little thing just encouraging her to do more, and she just can't get enough.

"Hime-! I, I'm close…"

Spurred on by your words, Himeko picks up her pace until you're grasping at the sheets under you, back arching off of the bed. You're certain that some of the servants can hear your moans, each louder than the last. On of your hands desperately finds its way to Himeko's hair, trying to encourage her even faster.

Your thighs instinctively try to squeeze together as you cum, only held apart by Himeko's hands as she rides you through the dregs of your orgasm. All the tension leaving your body reduces you to a thoroughly fucked out mess on the sheets, too exhausted to even remember that it was the crown princess between your legs. Your breathing is ragged, hardly noticing Himeko leaving a trail of kisses up your stomach until she's up to your jaw.

"Too much for your first time?" Himeko wondered aloud. Not that she minds, there's plenty of time to work on your stamina. She lays there beside you, with your slick and a content smile on her face, watching as you slowly succumb to sleep. "Goodnight, darling."

She places another kiss, this time on your cheek, and interlocks your legs with hers. She would have to expedite your wedding, just to let the whole world know. You're hers, now and forever.

Thinking about how nervous Mitsuri Kanroji is to sit on your face for the first time. How her green eyes coyly look down at you as her glistening cunt hovers over your face. How she tries to hide behind her balled up hands as if she got caught doing something she isn't supposed to be doing. How pink her cheeks get when you reach up to stroke them and how she preens under the touch.

♡ cw/tw: afab reader, praise praise praise like so much praise, face sitting, soft pleasure dom! reader, sub! mitsuri, lowkey crybaby mitsuri, aftercare

“S’matter, baby?" you gently ask. “Are you not comfortable? I can stop if you’d like.”

“No!” she insists and blushes when she realizes how panicked she sounds. “‘m comfortable! Just never done this before. I don't wanna hurt you...”

You chuckle, and when your eyes meet hers and she sees the easy smile on your lips, she feels herself relax the slightest bit. “Silly girl, you aren't going to hurt me.”

Still, she hesitantly bites her lip, and you nearly lose your mind right there. “What if you suffocate?”

“Then it'll be the sweetest death known to mankind.”

“But—”

Unable to restrain yourself, you gently stroke at her soaking slit, and she lets out a small moan, hips slightly bucking and trembling hands reaching down towards your head. Her thighs tighten around your head, and you circle your finger around her clit. She moans again, louder this time, leg muscles starting to quiver with exertion as she tries to keep herself hovering over your face. It’s obvious she wants to do it, if the flush of her skin and the shine of her wet pussy is any indicator, but that same hesitant expression rests on her face.

Mitsuri has always been on the shy side, after all, has always needed some extra praise and benevolent persuasion to come out of her comfort zone and try something new. Such a delicate little thing underneath all of the jovial attitude and undeniable strength. Emerald eyes plead with yours, as if begging you to keep coaxing her, just warm her up a little more before taking control. And who are you to deny her that?

“C’mon, sweet girl,” you cajole, fingers massaging at her thighs. “Relax. Sit on my face, please? Just want to taste you and make you feel good. Is that okay? Can I make you feel good, honey?”

She bites her lip hesitantly, but you can tell she’s slowly starting to loosen up by the way her hips begin to lower. “You’ll let me know if I’m hurting you, right?”

“Promise, baby. Now c’mon, let me make you feel good.”

With the help of your palms pressed against the sides of her thighs, Mitsuri slowly lowers herself until your nose is bumping against her puffy clit and you can smell the juices flowing out of her. An animalistic part of you wants to litter her thighs in bites, devour her until she's pleading for you to stop, lock your arms around her waist and hold her in place as you assault her body with your tongue, just eat, eat, eat, until she's dripping down your chin and her muscles are weary. All-consuming love that erodes any clear thought and leaves the bones of sanity behind.

Mitsuri Kanroji is nothing short of a God-given meal gifted to a starved animal, and you want to savor every taste of her despite your stomach begging you to fill it as quickly as possible.

She mewls when you brush your nose down her fluttering pussy. With one hand reaching up to massage her breasts (she’s always had such sensitive nipples. Then again, everything about her is sensitive), you make sure you never break eye contact as you place tender kisses across her inner thighs. She’s such a goddess above you—all emeralds being swallowed by black holes and soft sighs swollen with content—that you nearly feel ashamed of thinking of her as God-given. There’s no way even the most powerful god could create something as precious as her. She’s ethereal in her own right and deserves only the best praise.

“Is that okay, sugar?” you whisper against her warm skin.

She shivers at the feeling of cool breath dancing across hot thighs. “Mhm. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Talk to me, baby.” It might be considered blasphemous to beg a goddess to do anything, but you can’t bring yourself to care when she has such a pretty pussy. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Mitsuri gasps when you lightly swipe at her clit with your tongue, and her grassy eyes dart down to meet yours. Shoulders heaving and hands trembling, she lovingly brushes some hair away from your face. “S-S-So good, lovey. Wan’ more.”

You hum against her cunt, eliciting a sharp inhale and roll of her eyes. “More? My greedy girl, you want me to finally eat you out, hm? No more teasing?”

“Yes!” she pleads and then does something neither of you ever expected: she tangles her fingers in your hair and pushes your face so her clit is bumping right against your lips. “Please! Please eat me out, sweetheart. Can’t take it any more! Want you to make me feel good.”

“Whatever my goddess wants,” you muse, and spare one last look up at her, “she gets.”

You run your tongue through her puffy folds, toying with her just a little bit more before finally sucking her clit into your mouth. The moan Mitsuri lets out is high and whiny enough to elicit one of your own, fingers diving right into her dripping pussy and expertly curling. She’s an utter mess on top of you and you’re loving every second of it. Knowing how you can make her into such a needy little thing with just your tongue and fingers, hearing her moan out your name over and over like it’s her favorite mantra, feeling her trembling hands pull and tug on your hair to guide you where she wants you the most—it’s the most wickedly powerful feeling that leaves you more and more in love with her.

Mitsuri’s mind is completely blank as she feels herself teetering closer and closer towards the edge of bliss. You’ve always been skilled at making her come undone, at unraveling her until she’s just a puddle of obedience and trust. Though she’s the love hashira known for her incredible muscles, she thinks you might have some trace of inhumanity running through your veins. There has to be. There’s no way someone can break her down to a moaning mess so easily, but she supposes anything is possible in a world of demons and demon slayers. Her hips buck against your mouth to their own accord, and she blushes at the lewd action.

“‘m sorry,” she cries. “‘m sorry! Oh fuck, ’m sorry!” And yet, despite the apologies pouring out from her, she can’t stop grinding down against your mouth, from bouncing her pussy in tandem with your tongue and fingers, from yanking on your hair as if you’re her favorite puppet, from stopping her other hand playing and tweaking her nipple. She’s just as eager to be eaten as you are to eat, and that might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced. “You’re so good, lovey. Oh shit, right there! Oh my god, right there! So good, so good, so good!”

With your mouth full of her clit and juices, verbally replying is nearly impossible. And so, you decide to keep hitting the spot your finger found and add another one for good measure, your tongue still massaging her in the way that has her thighs trembling around your head. Though you’re throbbing and aching with your own need, knowing how close Mitsuri is feeds you so well you almost don’t even think about it. How can you? The most beautiful goddess to ever exist is using your face as a throne to pleasure herself with. The rhythm of her hips begins to become more and more erratic, and you can feel her walls begin to flutter around your fingers, breathless moans tumbling out of her chest and painting your body in the prettiest shade of pink.

“Oh god, lovey,” Mitsuri cries out. “You’re so good to me! Please, don’t stop! O-O-Oh…”

Every little noise she makes sinks into your ears and burns into your brain. Blindly, you reach up to twist and pinch at her nipples, and she practically throws herself into your hand. She’s even kind enough to guide you to all of the right areas. The rise and fall of her chest is spastic at best, a thin blanket of sweat sits across her warm skin, and her harden nubs roll perfectly between your digits. Mitsuri’s moans grow more and more desperate until she’s basically sobbing your name. God, it’s as if she was made for you to please!

Unshed tears cause Mitsuri’s vision to swim, and though the sight is a little blurry, seeing her cunt grinding against your face and you happily taking it all is enough to make her throw her head back and cry out your name one last time. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby, please.”

With a fresh sense of determination, you release your hold on her nipple and elect to push her lower back so she’s forced to arch her cunt even more into your mouth. Evidently, that’s the final literal and figurative push she needed because her thighs are twitching uncontrollably and she’s babbling nonsensically as her pussy clenches down on your fingers as if to keep them there for all of eternity.

“Ah, fuck! Shit! O-O-O-Oh feels so good, lovey,” Mitsuri hiccups as her body trembles above you. “You’re so good. ‘m so lucky to have you.”

Once she’s relaxed above you, you place a soft kiss on the space next to her sensitive cunt and gently pull your fingers out of her. She whines at the loss of contact but is quick to dip down and slot her lips against yours, eager to taste herself on your tongue. Without breaking the kiss, you slowly sit both of your bodies up so her legs are wrapped around your waist and she’s perched in your lap.

“Here,” you whisper against her lips and bring your fingers up to brush against them. “Be a good girl and lick ‘em clean for me, sweetheart.”

And she does, obediently so, never breaking eye contact as her tongue runs up and down your digits and the taste of her own juices explodes in her mouth. You groan at the sight and mutter, “Good girl” before pulling her back into another embrace. After a few more swift kisses, Mitsuri rests her forehead against your shoulder and contently sighs.

“Have fun, princess?” you muse, fingers working to undo her braids. Seeing her with her hair down after a good fuck is always a sight for sore eyes.

She hums against your collarbone. “Mhm. I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not in the slightest.” You plant a tender kiss on the side of her head and tug at the ends of her hair. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you in the bath.”

She huffs out a protest. “‘m comfy right here.”

You smile at her childish petulance and run your fingers down her bare spine, earning a shiver and another huff from your partner. “I’ll wash your hair the way you like.”

“With the strawberry shampoo?”

“Of course, baby.”

After a little more huffing and fussy protesting, Mitsuri finally agrees to take a bath with you under the extra condition of using the strawberry bubbles to match the strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Really, though, she just needed a little wind down after the high you gave her. But if she’s able to tease you a little along the way, she’ll greedily take the opportunity. You’ve always looked so cute with a furrow to your brow.

Once you two are settled in the warm water and bubbles, you beckon for her to lay her back against your chest and she happily obliges. Your fingers expertly work through the tangles and trials of her long hair, and she finds herself sinking more and more against you until her skin is nearly melted into yours. Some days, she wishes it would. At least then she’d know the two of you are safe. But you knew the risk of being with someone who fights to keep the country safe and reassured her she’s worth it and more. Neither of you fell in love with each other because falling implied surprise and there was nothing surprising about how perfectly your bodies fit together. No, you walked into love together, eyes wide open and palms pressed together.

Praises fall from your mouth and coat her body like her favorite blanket.

“I’m so proud of you for trying something new, princess, and I’m happy you ended up liking it.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

“You did so good for me, you know that?”

A soft groan escapes through her lips when you begin to massage her scalp.

“My pretty girl. Just let me take care of you, okay? You deserve it.”

And right when she thinks she’s completely relaxed and unwound, a sharp thought pierces her brain.

“Lovey,” she says suddenly, spine straightening and nearly causing you to harshly pull on her hair as you worked to rinse the shampoo out. Panicked emeralds scan your face as she turns to face you. “I didn’t return the favor.”

Relief floods your chest, and you chuckle and scratch at her scalp. “You silly girl! You scared me.”

“I’m serious,” she stubbornly huffs. “You made me feel so good and I didn’t return the favor. It’s rude…”

The grin on your lips softens down to a tinder smile, and you resume your ministrations with her hair. “You don’t have to, baby. Me wanting to make you feel good doesn’t automatically mean you have to reciprocate.”

And then, those same jeweled eyes are pleading with yours, and she’s leaning further into your touch. “But I want to. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Tell you what,” you start and she perks out, “let’s finish up this bath, get some food in you, and if you still feel the same, you can return the favor. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“Good. Now quit squirming around so I can get this shampoo out of your hair.”

Lord helps the person that ever has the strength to tell your partner no, because you sure as hell don’t. It’s hard to deny her of anything she wants when her eyes light up so much and her mouth spreads into a heartbreakingly adorable smile. She turns around and sinks back into your arms—her home, as she likes to think of them as.

“‘’m so lucky to have you,” she sighs.

“You said that earlier, silly.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

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BARBIE DATING SHY! HUMAN!GIRL HC’S

*ೃ༄ meeting you was like a breath of fresh air from the chaos that is kens and other barbies!

*ೃ༄ don’t get her wrong. she loves! barbie land. it’s her favourite place.

*ೃ༄ but in contrast to the confidence and loudness kens & even barbies radiated. it was nice to meet someone so laid back.

*ೃ༄ since she was now human. it was a thrill for her to learn about everything that was human! specifically falling in love. back in barbie land she had simply thought she was incapable of it.

*ೃ༄ ken was great to her! she knew that. but there was something about him that made it so hard for her to love him like she wanted to.

*ೃ༄ but you— there was something about the way you. the way you blushed whenever she similed at you. she loved the way you were so gentle with her— the way you were so patient when teaching her stuff.

*ೃ༄ ofcourse barbie was an independent woman & didn’t need a partner. but she wanted you because she loved you. not because dating was something that people (and barbies) were ‘supposed’ to do. but she wanted it.

*ೃ༄ it sort of happened naturally. no asking out, or dates, you just started— the handholding, the compliments. kisses on the cheek turning to kisses on the lips. it was perfect. she supported your career whilst figuring out her own.

*ೃ༄ she loved that you were so patient with her, she knew it could be frustrating that she wasn’t accustomed to being a ‘human’ and you helped and taught her about it all— allowing her to also learn it herself in her own way.

*ೃ༄ she loved that you treated her like a person and not just a object or some trophy. like she was an individual.

*ೃ༄ her favourite part was the simple things, like dancing in the refrigerator light at 3am, or her lending you her cardigan when you’re cold.

*ೃ༄ she was gentle with you— whenever you’d get nervous she’d be the first to notice, making sure to never put you in uncomfortable situations.

*ೃ༄ anyway! she’s totally and utterly enamoured by you! and vice-versa. you guys act like an old married couple.

*ೃ༄ literal poster-couple.