-Content overview: semi-lazy writing, fluff, one pharagraph each, gn!reader, 5 characters reacting to the same scenario seperately.
-CWs: Religious inspiration, barely proof-read.
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Døden - God of Death:
•Your lips met the soft skin of his cheek. Brushing just past the black mask that covered the lower half of his face. When you looked up into his eyes, you noticed their blank, wide look of surprise. An adorable twinge of red coloured his pale skin, but he quickly pulled the mask up further, trying to hide it, "D-Don't look at me!", he huffed.
Spider Sammy: Creepypasta OC:
•At first, he could only freeze. His eyes widening in shock, before narrowing at the sheer audacity, then softening at the warmth. He didn't know what to feel when you kissed his cheek. He was just... staring at you. For a moment, you felt your heartbeat quicken, unsure of how he would react. But, your worries slipped away when you saw him step forward to pull you into a hug. He still wasn't quite comfortable enough to take off his mask. Even around you. But, he returned the kiss anyway. The soft fabric enclosing his lips nuzzling into your cheek.
Raphael: Deadplate OC:
•He stared at you blankly. His eyes showing the same amount of indifference they usually did. Masking the innerturmoil he was going through at the moment. His body seemed frozen in time, not even the cigarette swayed in his lips with the usual grinds of his teeth. This was, until he took two fingers, guiding the cigarette between them to lift it from his mouth. His lips curving into an "O" shape, as he turned his head to blow the smoke away from you. He, then, stepped forward. Taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up. Your mind spun as his cold lips met your warm ones. He pulled back after a few seconds, just slightly. Enough to whisper: "Payback..", softly into your ear.
Arcanum: Deity of Neutrality:
•The wind grew into a gentle breeze around Arc's tense body. Their breath hitching as your lips met their cheek. They turned their head to look you in the eye, and as they did, their body relaxed. Their hand moved up to brush a few strands of hair from your face. "Thank you...", their deep voice, usually stern and flat... had an undertone of softness to it. They lifted the skull from their face, and set a gentle kiss down onto the tip of your nose.
Satan: Divine Judge:
•A soft gasp left him, as they placed a hand gently onto their cheek, where you had kissed. A flush lined their face, starting from their nose, all the way down to their neck. He took a small step back in shock, before you began to notice his soft wings starting to fold. Along with his hands, his wings came up to cover his face. He didn't know what to do, where to kiss you back, if he even should kiss you back, compliment you, or hug you. They would... just settle for having a meltdown, instead.
