#the observer x reader

[habitsbeloved]

The Observer Moodboard

I haven’t finished watching TribeTwelve yet so I hope this is somewhat accurate…I also want to appease the five Observer fans that exist (one of them being me)

Should I start writing for TribeTwelve?…also I don’t support Adam Rosner. Thought I’d make that clear. Anyway I’m going to do some course work. Bye!!

[enchantedbookandquill]

⦻ Tribetwelve Characters x GN!Reader Headcanons ⦻

❌️-I DO NOT SUPPORT ADAM ROSNER IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM-❌️

⦻ Smoking weed in the woods with:

Kevin Haas, The Observer,

Tw/Cw: Smoking weed(obviously), swearing,

♥︎I can thank my friend for this idea♥︎

Kevin Haas:

♡ Kevin smokes casually and quite frequently, doesn't hide it either or at least doesn't make an effort to.

♡ You could say he does it recreationally more often than not. Not to say he doesn't use it to calm down or unwind from time to time but most of the time it's for his own enjoyment.

♡ But smoking alone all the time can get boring quick, so occasionally you can find him smoking with Noah, or once in a blue moon maybe even Milo.

♡ On occasion, he'll even bring some to a group hangout if the vibe seems right.

♡ If you're not that close with Kevin, this will most likely be the only time you technically smoke with him. Now if you are close that's a whole other story..

♡ He'd most likely ask you some random weekend while you two were hanging out if you wanted to join him on a "walk" or even better if you live close by, he'd call you up and straight up ask if you wanna come over and smoke with him. Cause once again, smoking alone gets lonely.

♡ If you did end up joining him on his "walk", he'd always know the best nook and cranny for the two of you to hide away in and chill out for a little bit. Somewhere you didn't need to rush or feel like you gotta check over your shoulder to make sure you haven't been caught yet.

♡ If it's the woods that we're talking about he'd take you to a clearing a little off the trail, covered and hidden by fallen trees and overgrown shrubbery. An obvious frequently used smoke spot, littered with trash and the occasional shopping trolley.

♡ He would plop down on a makeshift bench made out of rotting scaffolding and a tree stump patting the spot next to him.

♡ He always rolled his own joints and over time he's gotten pretty good at it. He'd still hunch over slightly while rolling the joint, tongue between his teeth as he tried to focus.

♡ "Can ya get the lighter out of my pocket?"

♡ You could just hand him his lighter or you could flick it open instead and light it for him as soon as he gets the joint in his mouth. You might even catch him ofgaurd this way doesn't mean he doesn't like the gesture tho.

♡ (I'd imagine he's one of those people with either a really strange or really unique lighter just because it makes a good conversation starter)-

♡ If it was your first time smoking he'd give you a little demo before passing you the joint.

♡ If you end up eating shit anyway and coughing a lung out he'd pat your back as he laughed at your poor attempt, taking the joint away from you before you kill yourself.

♡ A couple of hits in and He'd start to blow the smoke in your direction just to try and mess with you, doing it back will only end in a laughing fit, on a rare occasion maybe even a round of playfighting.

♡ (Though if you're an item it might end in a gentle kiss, which he promptly ruins by blowing smoke into your mouth and laughing his ass off. He won that playful scuffle and you cannot tell him otherwise.)

♡ But when it inevitably hits he gets less giggly and more chilled out, leaning back against the makeshift benches peering up at the leaves hiding the sky. He'd switched to leaning his head on your shoulder when his neck starts to hurt.

♡ More often than not, he settles into a nice silence, tho he wouldn't exactly mind if you got chatty. He'd sit there and let you yap on, he might tune half of it out but would respond with the occasional "mhm" to let you know he's somewhat listening.

♡ Neither of you would remember going back home or most importantly how you got home... but the 10-hour-long fruit sensory videos on his TV says it all.

♡ 10/10 best guy to smoke weed and get high with,

♡ !BONUS! After waking up on his couch with the spot next to you empty, and the TV still blaring you begrudgingly get up. Trying to remember how you got home you dragged your feet against the floor making your way towards the kitchen.

As soon as you make contact with the right door frame you fish your arm into the dark trying to find the light switch. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly once you find it, quickly flicking it on only to be met with a loud groan in response.

"Fuck that's bright- turn it off"

Slowly you open your eyes letting them adjust to the yellow kitchen light. You come face to face with Kevin sitting at his kitchen counter shielding his eyes from the bright light, trying to eat cereal. So that where he went-

You promptly turn off the light and wander inside using Kevin's vague outline as s guide of where to go.

"Why are you eating cereal in the dark?"

"I was hungry"

"That only answers one of my questions"

Even in the dark you could feel him side-eyeing you. He let out a quiet snort choosing to ignore you.

"You want some?

The Observer:

♡ I genuinely think they only ever got the idea to smoke because they possessed Kevin specifically. Maybe they found his stash while rummaging through his stuff on a random Tuesday.

♡ Or maybe they saw him smoking, trying to calm down while he was being tormented by Mr Slim and the collective.

♡ Though they can't actually "get high" in the traditional sense. As in, the weed does not affect them.

♡ Why smoke it at all then? Again probably for fun, cause you know why not? Its fun? Why mess with Noah? Cause it's fun. Same thing different font.

♡ Besides they like how much it annoys certain people in the collective (cough firebrand cough). And it definitely chills Kevin out, stops him from trying to break free of their control.

♡ Now it doesn't matter whether you're part of the collective or not but if you SOMEHOW get close to them, they'd find the most inconvenient time for you and drag you along not even telling you where they were taking you.

♡ Cause and i qoute "wheres the fun in knowing?"

♡ You swear he plans these, it's almost like they wait for when you're crunching for a deadline or already running late for something to come and snatch you up for a smoke break. It's like they forgot the weed actually has an effect on you.

♡ And the more you get annoyed with them the more enjoyment they get out of it really.

♡ They'd probably take you to the watch tower, for the views of course... They'd plop down on the top step, looking up at you until you begrudgingly sit next to them.

♡ As soon as you do, expect them to obnoxiously lean against you pushing you against the railings and using you as a backrest, as they get out a pre-rolled joint.

♡ They can roll their own of course but it's more convenient this way.

♡ Again if you've never smoked before they'd deliberately put the joint in your mouth first, light it and just sit there waiting, looking up at you batting their eyelashes

♡ "What's wrong? Just inhale."

♡ When you inevitably start coughing expect them to laugh like you just said the funniest thing on the planet. Anyone who might have been at the boardwalk at the time heard that laugh, no matter where they might have been.

♡ Blows smoke in your direction on purpose every time they take a hit and blame it on the wind. Doing it back will lead them to see this as a challenge (this won't end until the joint is gone).

♡ Most likely gets bored before your smoke sesh is even over.

♡ 5/10 not all that fun to get high with. You're the only one getting high and they'd just take the piss the whole time. Only gets points because the weed they have is always top quality.

♡ !BONUS! You can feel the sun assaulting your eyes coming in through some open blinds even if your eyes were closed. You groan still half asleep, rolling over in what seems to be your own bed.

You shimmy around to try and get comfortable but stop when you feel someone's breath wafting into your face. You squint your eyes open only to be met with the observer who seemed to have been staring holes into the back of your head this whole time.

You jump back slightly, trying to put some distance between you and the unexpected intruder.

"Remember how you said you'd drive me wherever I wanna go-"

You glare down at them, seeing they were lying on their side fully clothed shoes on the bed.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"-and how you'll give me a lift today"

"How long have you even been lying there?"

"So when are we leaving?"

You swear you're talking, are they just choosing not to listen?

"...first of all you can teleport why would you need me to drive you anywhere... second of all why are you in my bed- actually no- how LONG have you been here?"

They only shrug acting inoccent as they move to sit up next to you a smug little grin forming on their face.

"Come on you promised"

They shifted closer, playfully laying their head on your shoulder. You cringed in response seeing his shoes drag agaisnt you sheets.

"...when did I agree to this even?"

"Yesterday"

"...when we where smoking?"

"Ya~"

"That doesn't count and you know that"

"You said that you'd say that-"

"Still doesn't count."

You promptly cut them off and moved to kick their feet off the bed, tried of having theor dirty shoes on your clean sheets.

"...can't get a word in with this one"

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[wiltingandromedas]

hi! can i request a transmasc s/o that ended up staying with HABIT or Observer bc their parents kinda kicked them off the house?¿ im sorry if its not well explained jiargji

HABIT

Will kill your parents.

Deadass

He will kill your parents

Noone deserves to be kicked out by their own goddamn parents

Even HABIT understands that.

Will gladly let you stay with him!

He despises your parents

Theyre even bigger assholes than he is

If you can manage to get even HABIT to hate you, id fear for your life.

The Observer

Will probably make fun of you

That mf never stops laughing

"L+Ratio"s your ass

But he also hates your parents

Pretty fucked up of them to kick you out

Will probably torture your parents

Will definitely kill them

[just-a-creep-babe]

Kinktober Day 29

The Observer: Strip Tease, Lap Dance & Dry Humping

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

The Observer sits back, cocky grin on his attractive features as he props his elbows up either side of the couch’s headrest

You puff your cheeks and furrow your brows, pouting as you try to think of a way to go about this

He laughs

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ve no reason to be nervous~”

His voice is as smooth and deep as ever, a pleasant hum in the lilt of his tone

And though it’s never failed to soothe your nerves, tonight’s the exception

You lost your end of the bargain and it’s time you pay your dues

“Easy for you to say” you murmur beneath your breath, though you know he still hears it

Damn those heightened abilities

“What’re you so worried for?” he continues, as placid as ever, “I've seen you strip countless times, in case you’ve forgotten~”

His teeth are a sharp contrast to the darkness around him as his lips curl back into a grin

You hold back a shudder remembering all the things those teeth do to you—all the sweet sounds they can pull from your mouth

“This isn’t the same” you fold your arms over your chest, feeling defensive “I just... I think I need a minute”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to” he reassures, head tilting to the side

You puff your cheeks out again

Were you really going to chicken out of this?

No, you wouldn’t

You shake your head “N-no, I want to,” you swallow, “I want to do this”

His smile widens as he gestures vaguely with his hands “Take your time then, darling~”

A few deep breaths later, you’re pressing play on the music and trying to get yourself into the rhythm

The song is slow and sensual, with a beat that’s easy to match to the swaying of your hips as you start your dance

He leans back, though you can practically feel him take in the sight of your form, carefully drinking up your curves as step by step, you start making your way closer to him

Grin never once faltering, he spreads his legs for you to sit on the couch, just inches from his very obvious hard-on

You try not to let yourself get intimidated, forcing all of your concentration on the music and the way your body reacts to it

Swaying your hips, you dip between his legs, and the way his hands caress over your form has your whole body buzzing with anticipation

You guide his hands up and over your form, letting him get a taste of the way you feel

And just as he’s getting greedy, you stand again, still moving to the beat of the music

Already growing somewhat more confident, you make a show of peeling off your top, revealing a black bralette with plenty of crisscrossing straps and tantalizing lace

He sucks in a breath at the sight of it and your heart flutters with pride

Left in your bra with a short black skirt and thigh highs, you know you must look good, especially with the way he leans forwards, completely engrossed in your little show

You hum the words of the song, something about wanting someone you can’t have, then twirl around and dip down only to slowly move back up again, giving him the perfect view of the lacy underwear you’re wearing beneath the skirt

You look back at him as you move up again, only to find that he’s reclined once more, though he’s got a hand on his bulge and he’s palming himself through his pants

You sing along with the chorus and catch his cock twitching in its restraints

You have to hold back a smirk at the sight

Feeling completely in control by now, you give another slow whirl, hips swaying, and tease at the idea of removing your bralette before giving one last twirl and returning to face him

You return to sit on his lap, cushiony flesh of your ass grinding down against him and he hisses in another breath

Beat thumping rhythmically, hypnotizingly, you bring his hands back to your form, letting him feel your skin beneath the thin material

It has him groaning, chest rumbling in a pleased purr

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the muscles of his broad shoulders roll beneath skin

And then he’s leaning into your neck, his breath hot on your throat and suddenly you’re not too sure who‘s in control anymore

“Can I make a recommendation?” he asks, voice thick and deliciously husky

You bite your lip and nod, flushing, tangling a hand into his hair

His hands move to the hem of your skirt, giving it a faint tug, snapping the elastic around your waist

“This comes off”

The breath catches in your throat at the sound of his voice, a low hum that’s nothing short of enticing

Oh how badly you want him to skip over all of this and just have him fuck you numb already

But you swallow back your eagerness and roll your hips over him instead, moving until you’re standing back up

Slowly but surely, the skirt comes off, showing more and more of the smooth skin of your thighs until it’s pooling at your feet and you’re stepping out of it

You move back towards him, settling on his lap to bring yourself to grind against him again, still keeping to the beat of the song

He feels up your hips, running long fingers up your body before returning back down, guiding you on top of him

Your hands return to his hair, nails dragging into his scalp, which has him growling and rolling his leg up to bump into your clit

You hold back a whine, though part of it manages to slip free

You’ve thoroughly soaked through your panties and you’re more than aware of the way you’ve probably also drenched his pants by now

“Observer~”

You breathe his name in a moan, your body feeling like it’s on fire as you keep grinding down on him

He groans, moving up to your tits, toying with your nipples through the delicate fabric

“Aren’t you such a good little morsel” he growls

Your back arches, needing to feel more of him, but it seems the both of you have become hellbent on holding out until the other gives in

He traces down your sides before moving to your ass, where he grabs fistfuls of flesh and coaxes you to hump against his crotch

“Atta girl” he groans

You shift, and it has the outline of his member running up and down your covered slit

Embarrassed as you might be to admit it, you can already feel yourself growing close to your climax

A harsh smack to your ass has you buckling, legs almost trembling on top of him

The friction between your legs combined with the way his hands keep roaming your body and teasing your most sensitive spots has you unraveling before him

He licks a long stripe up your neck, playing with your flesh between teeth and everything inside of you tightens

“Fuck—O-obs, I’m—“ you cut yourself off with a choked whine, gut coiling, adrenaline pumping through your system like molten bliss 

“Is my little morsel going to cum?”

He forces you down against him, hard, and the intensity of his body pressing against yours is all it takes for you to lurch and moan loudly, burying your face into his neck as you grip onto him and cum

Your body shakes and reels from the overwhelming jolts in your core

He lets you come down from your high before fumbling at the clasp of your bra and the material falls away, showing your chest bare to his appreciative eyes

“I’m not done with you quite yet, little one~”

[beiingfunn]

observer and his s/o

Yeaaaahhh I lvoe observer sm!!!!!!! He's the best!!!!!! >:D

Observer is the type I call "The Buffoon"

He likes to make all kinds of jokes and jokes to everyone, in order to annoy them.

But when it comes to his s / o, things can be a little different.

Observer may be annoying with his s / o, in order to see their angry faces.

Or you can be annoying with other people, in order to make his s / o laugh.

With his s / o his jokes are light, almost always verbal.

Although from time to time he likes to physically annoy them.

Nothing rude, just stupid jokes that involve some physical contact.

Observer is also very possessive of what he considers to be his.

Obviously his s / o will have their space, but they will feel strongly guarded during working hours, or generally when they are not near it.

Observer watches them from afar, no matter what both are doing, Observer always tries to keep an eye on them to make sure they are okay !!!

And he is always doing it even if his s / o finds out and they have to scold him for this.

He will be stubborn, he doesn't care what they tell him.

Because he really tries that NOTHING happens to his s / o.

I rlly hope u liked it!!!!!! I tried my best bc I love sm Observer!!!!! and sorry if it's too short, today I did not feel in a very good mood ,,,,, but writing this helped me a lot ,,,, thank you very much anon!

[habitsbeloved]

An Observer x Reader where Y/n is also a member of the collective and they both keep ragebaiting Noah on Twitter. #powercouple

I need someone to write this it’s been on my mind for almost two weeks…I’m still watching TribeTwelve and I’m only writing for it after I’ve watched all of it.☹️

[habitsbeloved]

If the Observer was haunting me I’d be asking him out until he either says yes or just kills me😝 HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY HATE ME

[habitsbeloved]

I’ve only finished part one of Tribe Twelve and I already know damn well I’ll be writing for Observer (maybe Firebrand he’s growing on me)