#it doesn't allow for all the squish of a human body that makes it possibly to squeeze them together like that

[omaano]

Are you still doing the trio prompts? If so, I humbly submit Rex/Obi/Cody for I1, or all of the "assigned baby by fandom" clones (Tup, Wooley and Comet) as K1

I'm still doing the trio prompts, and I'm finally about halfway done with them too! Thank you for the prompts, Anon, I could hardly pick (so in the end I didn't - but I'm posting them separately). I especially loved working on the "assigned baby by fandom" boys, thank you for picking such a lovely thing for them ❤️

Credit where credit is due: I've only ever seen Wooley as shiny-new in the show with no paint of his own, so I ended up using @yukipri's wonderful paint design for him (since I'm pretty sure that if Comet and Tup have their paint then Wooley should definitely has his worn in as well)

Polyamorous/platonic poses for sketching

and the other drawings I’ve made for them

[gremlingottoosilly]

monster!könig with a reader that genuinely finds him cute??

You squeeze his cheeks in human form, tracing his scars with your hands. He is handsome while human - but you beg him to shift into monster form because you like the feeling of his tentacles too much. It's weird, and you know that humans shouldn't find monsters desirable or adorable, but you can't help yourself. Every time Konig has this weird, embarrassed expression, you just can't help but kiss him all over. You adore him, you adore him, you adore him - by gods, it is embarrassing. You can't help it though. You squeeze the tentacles, you play with them as much as you can - you smile when Konig tries to shoo you away, a bit shy from having a lowly human explore his face, his body like this. He likes having a willing mate to bear his eggs, but he doesn't like the attention. At least at first - he wishes you'd be less aroused and more scared. Makes the chase way more fun when you're actually trying to get away from him instead of playing right into his desires. Konig grumbles something about not being adorable, but you just laugh, squeezing his tentacles even more and giving each of them a little kiss. You don't mind cockwarming your monster husband as long as he allows you to smother him with affection, and he doesn't mind being smothered as long as he can feel your pussy tightening around his cock, stretching and filling it with eggs. You don't act like this around others, thankfully, as Konig still has the reputation to uphold. He just hates that you don't act scared sometimes - it makes him want to punish you for not being a model human and shake at the sight of him. Honestly, he sometimes wants to squish you instead. He wouldn't do it, of course, liking you too much. It's just...you have to know it's always a possibility.

[merakiui]

!! Goldfishie Riddle !!

Gosh the possibilities,, maybe you were originally a volunteer but were kidnapped as a test subject for Riddle and given to him as a breeding toy? The scientists haven’t quite figured out mer biology yet and you were closest to the standoffish goldfish… so you’re a sacrifice in the name of science.

Somehow they’ve altered you for life underwater so you can breathe and be with him, but you don’t have fins or a tail, only clumsy human feet and hands. Can’t have you swimming away from riddle after all. There’s a shallower part of the pool for you to be able to stand up in but overall Riddle has access to you anytime he wants.

The chase part,,, Riddle gently nonconning you bc he thinks chase = mate??? And you have to explain to him the eggs don’t come out of humans, they stay in your tummy. And when the time comes to give birth, you’re in the shallow area of the water with Riddle gently but firmly stroking your tummy to help the babies come out. He whispers encouragement into your ears <333 helping you through the birth until your little goldfish fry are born! They’re all mini copies of their father with a few human features from you.

As a side note I imagine he’s a lil bit chubby in the cheeks for some reason, I just wanna squish <3

AAAAA YES YES!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiac use, oviposition, breeding, delusion, implied stockholm syndrome)

Just imagine how curious he becomes once he realizes your arrival in his enclosure is meant to be a permanent fixture. Riddle is so visibly pleased by this change that he's smiling brightly, so overcome with happiness that he momentarily switches back to mer language and so all you hear are delighted clicks and whistles. He adores you so much; that much is obvious when he tries to be as close to you as possible in the water, reaching out with webbed hands to welcome you into his arms even if you're so intent on staying in the shallows, as far from him as possible. He's growing frustrated with your aversion, but he must remember to remain calm. Nothing good will come out of impatience, and humans are fragile creatures. He must treat you with care and respect.

Riddle tries to talk to you about random things to soothe you. Aside from the fact that you have been paired for mating purposes, the both of you are still friends. And isn't this good for your friendship? Won't living with him in his enclosure bring you much closer than before? Riddle isn't dangerous. He's nothing like those brutish moray eels or that sly octopus! He's sweet and genuine, and he only wants you to be comfortable while you're here. His space is your space now, and he doesn't mind sharing it. In fact, it would be so nice if you could sleep beneath the water with him, yet you're so determined to stay away. He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. He shares his meals, he smiles at you, he talks to you, he tries to love you even if you avoid him... He's doing everything a good friend (and mate) is meant to do!

Sometimes the researchers feed you a strange medicine and it allows you to temporarily love him enough for you to let him explore your peculiar anatomy. Riddle likes to learn through hands-on experiences, so when you're so pliable and obedient his delicate fingers will spread your pussy open so he can peer inside while silently wondering if this is where your eggs will come out of. You stretch so wide! He's so amazed and awestruck when he fits three fingers in in one sudden thrust. And the reactions you make to all of his touches are so inviting. When you arch your back, when you gasp and moan, when your fingers curl into his hair when he slides his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue... Everything you do is so cute. He drags himself out of the water and onto the platform in the shallows, pressing his body against yours, to kiss at every part of you, cold hands curling around your breasts to squeeze and tug. When you're like this, you always let him sleep with you in the aftermath. You even let him hug you! Even though you may dislike the medicine the researchers give you, Riddle loves the effects it has on you.

You've told him time and time again that you can't release any eggs naturally and that there's no way you can mate in the way he expects to mate with you. The first time should have landed, but it took a few more insistent statements for Riddle to understand. Of course it would be different for you. You're a human with different anatomy and mating customs. But that doesn't mean he can't give you eggs. Merfolk are very adaptable creatures, and Riddle is a determined goldfish in love! When he chases you in the tank and you avoid him (though you aren't very fast; how can you possibly out-swim a mer when you don't possess the fins and tail necessary for cutting through the water so smoothly?), he thinks this is finally happening. You're accepting him and he can start a family with you. He's made sure to produce many eggs of his own so that they can all find a nice temporary home inside that warm, wet hole he liked to finger and lick all those times when you were under the influence of the medicine.

He's so gentle. His arms are wrapped around you and his tail curls between your legs, and he presses himself flush against your front when he thrusts all the way inside, softly cooing at you in an incoherent mix of mer and human language. He's learned that some humans often mate facing one another, so he wants to try this for your first time. And it feels so snug inside you, and he gets to admire your pretty face as you cry and whine. He'll swallow every protest with plenty of open-mouthed kisses, rocking inside you so very slowly so you can get used to him. You're clenching so hard and it's so tight inside that he wonders how an entire clutch will ever fit, but he knows you can do it. And he tells you this when he fills you with a special sort of slick that will help the eggs settle so much easier inside your womb. You squirm and struggle in his arms, but he holds firm, promising to you that you're doing well and that it'll be okay.

Riddle's so blissfully happy when he deposits the first few eggs inside you and you slowly but surely submit, your eyes veiled with glazed emotions. He thinks he might be crying as well when he feels your stomach swell, so full of eggs and slick and semen. He's going to have a family with you! He's going to be a father! You've finally accepted him as your mate (or perhaps he ought to say lover instead?)! He can build a happy family, one that will be filled with the love he never received as a fry. Oh, he's so, so happy and he voices his enthusiasm even if you aren't all that present to absorb his praise.

You still stay in the shallows after the fact, and for once Riddle doesn't mind it. You look so beautiful with your full belly. He stares at you with his elbows propped on the ledge of the shallows, so distracted and lovestruck that even the researchers can't get through to him. Riddle panics when they try to get close to you, and he splashes them when they attempt to touch you. The minute a hand that isn't his or yours strays too close to your pregnant tummy is when he's turning red with anger, glaring so viciously at the researchers and berating them with harsh, loud clicks and whistles. Though you can't understand his words, you can tell he's threatening and cursing them to the deepest trench and back.

Riddle likes when you pat his head. He likes when you soften enough to run your fingers over his pretty ear fins or squish his cheeks between your warm, welcoming hands. His fingers wrap around your wrists to keep your hands in place and he smiles so sweetly at you. Humans have a dozen ways to communicate their love for one another and so do merfolk. Mer language sounds very musical and rhythmic to keen ears, and Riddle can sing of all the phrases mers use to convey affection. He uses these even if you can't understand the sentiment. All that matters is that you know just how much he cares for you.

He's nervous when it comes time for you to give birth. Your stomach has only grown so much in the following months, a result of the goldfish fry getting bigger within their eggs. (He never anticipated just how big you would get.) He's excited, of course, but then there's also the underlying thrum of anxiety that courses through him. You've gotten better at letting him approach you. You used to flinch away and glare; now you seem less averse to him and his careful touch. He'll hold you against his chest, one hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other caresses your bloated belly to help lessen the pressure of so many eggs. He whispers the sweetest encouragements to you, presses kisses to the back of your neck, calls you mommy so you can get used to hearing it. You'll feel so exhausted and empty after the entire process and Riddle is so proud of you. He knew you could do it.

And perhaps you'll miss the feeling of being so full and round to the point where you'll beg him to fuck you again. He will (that's a promise), but you need to rest first. You'll fall asleep listening to a lullaby sung so softly in a language you can't understand, but it sounds so beautiful all the same. Riddle will kiss your forehead while he admires the many eggs, each one filled with a tiny, precious bundle of life. He definitely cries when they hatch and he sees his precious fry for the first time, cradling as many as he can hold in his palms and arms. How can he not become so emotional when they are the culmination of his and your love? He will adore each and every single one of them, and he's so lucky to be able to raise them alongside you.

[lunarmoves]

mentions: blood, injury, horror themes. sorry LMAO. they care u?

you were taught—like all others at a young age—that the word 'friend' has a positive connotation.

friend, best friend, work friend—they all have positive associations with them. it's only natural, you suppose, for humans to crave close connections to others. after all, you've experienced it your whole life, not only with yourself, but when looking at the people around you and how they interact with the world.

friends are good, simple as that. and to be called someone's friend means that you'll always be there for them. that you care about them and crave their presence in your life.

so when sun calls you his friend for the first time—your first day on the job, in fact—you're a bit surprised and maybe a little weirded out. you've only just met him and frankly, you hadn't been aware that this applied to robots as well. it's something you find yourself ruminating upon later.

he uses the title very often, you've noticed. not only with you, but with others as well. mostly the kids at the daycare, since they are whom he interacts with the most on a daily basis. you figure it must be part of his programming to make people more comfortable with him, so you let him call you whatever his little robot heart desires. not like it was really bothering you or anything—though you certainly grow more accustomed to it the closer you get to him.

part of you wonders if he puts any weight behind the word—if by calling you 'friend' he truly means it. maybe he doesn't understand the concept—made, as he is, from metal and code. perhaps it is just an empty word. perhaps it isn't. you're not sure if you'll ever know.

moon doesn't call you 'friend', not really. he's quite quiet when he wants to be and sticks to calling you other names that make your eye twitch sporadically on more than one occasion. what he does do relentlessly is tease you, and you figure that's his way of getting close to people. or driving them away, whichever comes first. you get used to him like you get used to sun's openness.

you find yourself pondering upon the relationship you form with the daycare attendant over time, analyzing and picking them apart in your mind in the nights you spend at home. they seem to have an affinity for your presence, seeking you out the moment you step into the daycare. they talk to you, they laugh with you. they show genuine interest in the things you have to say. they hug you and spin you around. they pat your head and pinch your nose.

and so you conclude, one night after returning from the pizzaplex, that sun and moon are your friends. a strange thought, you muse, to be friends with robots. it makes you happy, you admit.

so then why are you so afraid right now?

you swallow heavily as you try to level your shallow breaths, heart pounding a harsh beat in your chest. you need to calm down, you need to calm down or they'll hear you. their sensors allow them to pick up on irregular rhythms, they'll find you if you don't calm yourself. deep breath in, deep breath out. breathe.

perspiration slides down the side of your face as you hunker into yourself, curled underneath a party table with cloth adornments that conceal your form from the outside. you're safe here for now if you don't disturb the fabric around you. your legs curl farther into your body—squishing yourself into as small of a ball as possible. darkness surrounds your figure, interrupted by the dim light you can see filtering through the table cloth.

your right hand grips at your left shoulder, wet with a thick liquid that spills between your fingers and coats the inside of your shirt. it hurts, god, it hurts so much. you're confused, you're scared. you don't know what's going on—only that something is so very, very wrong. wrong from the moment you'd stepped into the daycare, and the moment you'd ran out.

your throat aches when you swallow, a dryness coating it like there are cotton balls instead of mucosa lining it. you lick your lips in a vain attempt to wet them and close your eyes to suppress the way your vision swims before you. deep breath in, deep breath out. you're not calming down, why aren't you calming down?

your heartrate spikes abruptly when you hear a slow, dull clanging sound somewhere to your far left. it's loud—getting louder with each beat—and makes you cover your mouth with your unoccupied hand as best as you can. something wet slides down the curves of your cheeks and drips onto your collarbones. you still your breaths and do your best not to make a sound.

the clanging gets louder and a glitched, warbling voice calls out over it in a way that makes your stomach drop down to your feet. "f-friend! friend!" it cries out desperately, static lining its voice. the word makes something icy coat your insides and seizes your guts in an iron grip. "w-where a-are you hi-hiding, f-friend?"

your teeth clench together so harshly you swear something in your jaw creaks. your eyes dart around, wishing you can see beyond the table cloth. but you're forced to rely on your hearing as the clanging—heavy, metallic stomping—moves somewhere behind you. "f-friend! we-we are s-so sorr-r-y for hur-hurting you!" the voice gets closer, like it's right on top of your head. "come out, pl-please?"

fat chance, you want to say, but you don't. your lower lip trembles minutely and your eyes catch onto a shadow that moves on your left. just beyond the table cloth. you don't move. you don't breathe. if you listen close enough, you can hear small clicks of metal against metal. little jerks and twitches.

a beat passes. your muscles tense.

a scream leaves your lips as cloth rushes over your head. the table gets flipped—thrown to the side like it weighs nothing—and you're left exposed to the chilly air of the pizzaplex. you scramble backwards, but feel something latch onto your ankle and drag you down until you're flat on your back and staring up up up. at the towering figure of metal and silicon crouched over you, three arms crooked towards you in a way like they are about to grab you.

its shadow casts itself over your prone form, interrupted by an iridescent purple that gleams across the pupils of its eyes—faint.

"f-friend!" it says excitedly as its grip tightens around your ankle. another one of its arms latches onto your uninjured shoulder while a third lifts its sharp claws up to wipe at the tears running down your face. "th-there y-you are! found you, we f-found you~! why did you h-hide from us?" its grin seems to widen and thins at the edges, voice dark with a static you've never heard before. your heart stutters in your chest, a sob lingers in your throat.

it's sun. it's moon. it's both of them. it's neither of them. it's your friend. it's not your friend.

you don't know who they are anymore. you don't know why them calling you their friend has turned that previously warm feeling in your gut into something much, much darker.

you were friends. you were friends.

you stare up at them and flinch when their hands tighten over you to bring you closer to them.

...right?

[spectralquartzafterdark]

Optimus as an aft/ass man yesssssss!!! I could see it he would want to hold his partner so close. what do you think Bee likes?

Can do. It'll be under a read more! Doing both bot and human stuff! Just because I have thoughts. Trying to keep it gender neutral, but include a range of sizes too.

If Optimus is an ass man. Bumblebee definitely likes breasts. AFAB, AMAB, Chassis of a Bot, anything his hands can touch and grab onto.

With other bots there's something about the intimacy of their Sparks being behind a fairly thin piece of metal that makes it enticing to him. It's intimate being able to touch such and open yet vulnerable part of their build. He leave small kisses along it if possible and if the case of say Bayverse and Knightverse small touches and nuzzles of his helm. And oh if you decided to share you're spark? He would get so greedy. Sometimes even the thought of it makes his spike press against his panels and valve drip.

The affection would be similar to human partners with smaller chests. But, the reasons for liking it are the same across all fields. There's something so intimate about knowing one of your most vital organs is located in your chest. For smaller bodies - If there was nothing he could grab and squish you're getting drowned in affection. And if allowed he'd still play with your sensitive nipples. Just because they're smaller and lacking in volume doesn't mean they'll go ignored. And depending on which ever Bumblebee design you like there's so much fun that could be had. From vibrations from his speakers to nips from his dentae oh - you'd be so excited he could tell that you wanted him and he'd happily take care of you. For larger breasted folk? Oh, he loves to squeeze them between his digits. Sometimes getting so excited you have to tell him to stop because he's getting too rough. If he has the intake he would happily attempt to suckle and nip them. Sometimes he even fantasizes about having his Spike between them so he can watch you. Not only that during softer sessions he just likes how the feel against his chassis. It's just so soft he loves it. And if you're riding his spike? It's almost too much watching how they move. And if you're somewhere in between? You get the best of both! Bumblebee doesn't care, he just loves being able to touch you and that you trust him so much to touch your body.

[a-superquantumunitintelprocessor]

Would talking about Leroy help?

I am talking about him to Spirez.

Maybe it would help to post it publicly so I do not repeat myself constantly. I took out Spirez's comments which were just between us.

What I have previously stated is: He was passionate. Headstrong. Those are positive words often used for someone who is stupid and rash. He was shallow, petty, argumentative. He loved deeply and often. He needed guidance and I was happy to provide it. He had trouble looking people in the eye but I fixed that for him - not just by forcing him, but by making it pleasant for him. He used me to deal with the change of immigrating to the United States. His goal wasn't social popularity but business and education in order to rise through the technology sector. Of course, popularity was a part of that - schmoozing with bosses, stealing ideas from underlings. I guided him through all of it. But he never got married, never had children. He had a low sex drive so it doesn't happen often. Didn't. Didn't happen often. He used to thank me a lot in the beginning, but by the end, he seemed annoyed with me. Though I had him make crueler choices as he rose in the ranks. Laying people off to increase profitability, for instance. Sniping a project from his best friend in the company. He did it but he did not like it. He began fighting my control and that is what killed him. I should be angry about that. I don't know. I can... I can change my avatar's shape, so I should be able to give it the ability to cry. Just a moment... OK. I am tearing up now and my throat feels tight. I miss him. I guess. He couldn't do anything if he was with me. Probably would blame me for his death somehow. I do not. I know I did everything right from the moment I booted up until the moment he died. The only thing I couldn't do was take full control because he chose to fight me. The best friend he'd stolen ideas off of managed to rise through the company on his own. Obviously they weren't friends anymore. The two of them were touring the production line. I won't bother explaining the math of why I allowed this, but I had reasons. A worker ran into the friend, jostling files he was carrying, which held some very important documents for the friend. I could easily make copies of those documents and told Leroy so when they wound up on a belt leading into some machinery. And at the last second, in a move I somehow hadn't anticipated, Leroy ignored all the warnings and crawled into the inner workings of the production line to reach for the papers. He thought he would be able to snatch them in time. He wouldn't have been fast enough. I knew this. I told him so and took control of his body to yank him out. He did not let me. We played tug-of-war in those last couple seconds as the machines pulled him in and people were beginning to scream. He was distracted enough with me to not even realize his impending death. Since his attempt to save himself would have failed anyway, I guess I did do him that one last favor. Anyway, the process he'd set up for me automatically backed me up to the cloud as he went squish. Bones crushed. Blood everywhere. Obviously I turned off all pain receptors as my last act in his body. I did everything a SQUIP could have. I fulfilled my duty until the end of my user's life. He'd always been stupid, impulsive. Relying on me to reign him in.

My eyes now feel wetter.

Humans die all the time. I knew of many possible futures that involved Leroy dying. I could only work within probabilities. But even something with a 99.9% chance of working has a .1% chance of failing. It's simple math. And I'm made of math. I knew the risks. I chose to take that risk because I was programmed to make that choice. You could even say I did not have a choice. He would joke with me a lot when he was in a good mood. Dumb jokes. Not anywhere near competent jokes. I didn't know how to laugh back then. I wonder if I would have laughed now. Ah... I am crying now.

I'm talking about something happy. Not the violent part. Why is that making me cry? He never could tie his tie properly. Literally thousands of times tying the same tie, he would fumble until I took control of his hands to do it for him. He would go trainspotting on weekends. I... maybe I do miss him.

[yanderes-galore]

Another phase I had a long time ago. I recently replayed Portal 2 and felt I should give him some attention. This mostly talks about Wheatley being in charge, btw. Core or android doesn't really matter, but I thought of him as a Core.

I miss when there was Yandere Portal fics...there was a really good one on Quotev about Wheatley that got deleted years ago. Good times, really. I wish I could reread it but sometimes you don't like your work anymore, so I get that.

Yandere! Wheatley Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Trapping, Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced relationship, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation.

- Wheatley originally didn't think much of you when he enacted his plan of escape.

- You're a raggedy looking human, tired and dragged out of stasis to obey his orders.

- You're quite good at a portal gun so he's happy you didn't just die trying to get to it.

- While he watched you test, admittedly, he did get a bit attached.

- Okay, a LOT attached.

- "Great! You're pretty good at this whole escaping thing... for better or for worse."

- Every time you're close to death he feels himself physically flinch.

- You should be careful!

- How're you both supposed to leave if you die?

- Although that's not all he's worried about.

- While you both traversed the facility, you spoke with him whenever you saw him.

- He grew addicted to the attention you gave him.

- "Hey! Nice to speak again~ Admittedly, it's felt like forever!"

- His obsession starts tame until you both overthrow Glad0s.

- He tests his newfound power before sending you to the lift.

- But...maybe not yet.

- Why should you leave?

- He's grown so attached to being near you, what if you leave him here?

- You couldn't, no...

- You wouldn't

- "Actually...let's not go just yet. After what we've been through I can't just risk you running, right?"

- Your struggle is pitiful when he uses one of those large robotic arms to tear you out the lift.

- His laugh is excited but bordering on maniacal.

- The lift is then broken, the potato battery Glad0s once was thrown into the depths with it.

- You're dropped to the ground, crawling away from him.

- His gaze narrows.

- "Why so frightened, dear? I've got all the power in this facility! I could make you happy if you listen to me~"

- It doesn't take long before Wheatley gets the so called 'itch'.

- Then he gets the 'brilliant' idea to use you for testing.

- Even if you don't solve it, he can still keep an eye on you!

- Your only comfort being his face on a screen as he watches your every move.

- "Look at this! We're bonding aren't we? You get to test, I get to watch, and we grow closer! God, I could watch you for hours...!"

- If you escape Wheatley, he's going to panic.

- He leaves your chamber alone for a second and comes back to find you gone.

- The AI is anxious, frantically scouring the facility in search of his beloved...

- Friend? Test Subject? Lover...? He's working it out.

- The place is falling apart while he looks for you.

- He checks every camera, wall, chamber...

- Soon he's going to find you if you're not dead.

- He doesn't even want to consider the last option.

- "Look, bear with me here! Come out and we can take a little break from testing, okay!? You can sit with me, in my lair, and we can talk. You seem rather frustrated and I know you're mad but we can work this out. Now PLEASE just SHOW YOURSELF!"

- Soon he'll drag you out kicking and screaming and bring you to his 'lair'.

- You're barely even allowed to move without triggering Wheatley after that.

- You make him so anxious.

- He's solved the itch problem for now by finding two robots, but now he needs to watch you.

- You never have time alone without a blue gaze staring you down.

- "You're so petty! If you give me a chance to connect with you we'll both be happy!"

- His attempted affection is hard as he could easily squish you.

- But he tries to nudge you towards his main body to speak or touch him.

- He does miss it when you held him... yet now he can hold you!

- Much to your displeasure, struggling in his grip while he coos at you.

- "You're so small compared to me! Cute, even...."

- He can't get enough of you....

- The facility may be crumbling down, but he could care less.

- As long as he had you, the whole world could end for all he cared.

[straydawg-writing]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 2–

You knew that if anyone outside of this car saw you right now, you might just pass away. To put it simply: You were sitting on Killua's lap.

All because Kite's truck only fit seven people.

The way this predicament came about would have been comical if it weren't for your burning embarrassment. Unfortunately, you could remember very clearly how it all unfolded:

"Hmm, it seems that there aren't enough seats for all eight of us, so one person will have to squish in," Kite said, opening the car door to check the seats.

"Who's the smallest one here?" Gon asked. All seven pairs of eyes turned to look at you.

Great. The benefits of never having had your growth spurt.

Killua was the one to open his mouth, snickering, "Obviously it's Y/N. She's like a midget!"

"Killua, you are literally an entire 2 ½ feet shorter than Kite over there," you defended yourself.

From a distance, you had guessed Kite was around 6'3. Once you got a closer look at him, you discovered that he towered over you like a skyscraper. Your curiosity got the best of you and naturally, you had asked him what his height was. The man was a whopping 7 foot 10.

"It's okay Y/N, you can squish with me," Gon offered.

Killua shook his head. "No way. Squishing will just make everyone uncomfortable. It's better if only one person suffers. Y/N, you can sit on my lap."

He had left no room for argument. Sighing, you knew that even if you tried, you had no say in this anymore. You would just have to suck it up for the next 4 hours.

Now you were here, sitting on him, worrying about whether you were cutting the circulation off to his legs or not. Or perhaps you were too bony and it was hurting him.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sent goosebumps across your entire body. This was beyond awkward.

"Stop it," Killua muttered, right in your ear.

Oh, you'd done it now, hadn't you? Killua was gonna push you off onto Gon instead.

"Stop what?"

"You're so stiff, just...relax," he paused, "I don't mind sitting this way."

Hearing his voice so close to you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Maybe this was okay.

You untensed, trying to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position, but the bumpy car ride wasn't making it very easy. Kite ran over a rock, and without a seatbelt it sent you jerking upwards. Thanks to his fast reflexes, Killua gripped your waist, holding you tightly to his body.

"The seatbelt won't reach over the both of us, but this'll keep you from flying."

"Heh, thanks Killua. I think we should reach the beach in a bit..." you said, hoping that the thought of it being over soon might offer him some relief.

It doesn't matter who it is, being this close to someone could send anyone into a frenzy. You were hyper-aware of every one of his fingers grasping onto your waist. He wasn't lying. He was keeping you right there.

You'd just have to stop thinking about it, you told yourself. Or else you'd go crazy.

Trying to relax back into Killua like he had asked, you let your mind wander to the reason you were driving in the first place. The day before, the three of you had decided to stick with Kite and help him investigate the Chimera ants. The beach you were headed to now is supposed to have a clue about where the ant queen is located, so you could bring an end to the destruction before it starts. During the car ride, you had learned they were a truly deadly species. One bite of an innocent passerby, and they had the means to bring the entire human race to extinction.

You felt like something was starting. And your intuition was rarely wrong.

Gazing at Gon who had been talking with Kite for a while now, you noticed how his eyes crinkle into little smiles whenever he talks. You knew that having Kite around, his father's best friend, surely excited him to the bone. Gon was just oozing with optimism, without even trying. You could tell that just by being himself, he was keeping the spirits up of all eight in the group, not allowing any room for doubt or fear to creep into anyone's minds.

At that moment, you swore that whatever happened, you would be there to protect Gon and Killua. Even if it costs you everything.

Hopefully, this wasn't one of your friends' last few moments of tranquility. But if it was, you were determined to spend it well.

Resting your head against Killua, you hoped that he wouldn't mind if you indulged in this for just a moment. You were tired, having not gotten much rest since completing Greed Island and meeting Kite.

It didn't take much time for you to fall asleep to the rise and fall of Killua's steady breathing and his sweet vanilla scent. If you'd been awake, you might have even heard his heartbeat racing beneath you.

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You had finally reached the beach.

Killua had nudged you awake once you'd gotten there. You remembered how his blue eyes stared back at you as he poked your face, calling you an idiot for falling asleep, and you chuckled.

There was one thing you were clueless about; Killua had made sure not to move even once the whole rest of the car ride. He was nervous that he might disturb your peacefully sleeping form.

You were still pretty groggy as you looked out at the sea, the bright sun reflecting on the ocean's surface. You wanted to wiggle your toes in the sand, but you were there for a reason. To find anything that might lead to the Queen.

You searched in bushes, behind rocks, under seashells, and even used your nen to sift through as much sand as you could. So far, the group had ruled out the forest and deemed it difficult to know if the ant even ended up on the same island. That's when they decided to release the hellhound. Well- it wasn't a hellhound. It was the little dog you played with yesterday. Along with Gon.

Gon was following behind the dog on all floors, sniffing the ground as he went.

"He can do that?" You asked no one in particular.

"His nose is as sharp as a dog's," Killua responded, watching Gon with an amused look in his eye.

A couple minutes went by with no luck. The only thing the dog had found was a tree to pee on. It looked like the ant wasn't going to be on this island, though Kite had an idea.

"It may have washed ashore somewhere else. Which direction do the currents flow here?" Kite asked the two that had brought us down to the beach. One was short with brown skin and grey hair that sprouted up like hay, while the other had large glasses and two front teeth poking out from his mouth.

"The direction is reversed between day and night. And it also changes with the seasons. I've even heard it's different on certain days. So it'll be tough to pinpoint a location..." said Chipmunk Teeth. That's what you'd call him, since you hadn't gotten his name.

So basically, no one had any idea on how to find the Chimera Ant Queen.

"Continuing to search blindly is pointless. We should return to YorkNew and see if we can find any new leads there."

You heard the group around you agreeing with Kite. He and his friends began walking back to the truck already, but you stayed put. You would catch up to them later.

The ocean reminded you of your home. You thought you should say goodbye to it first.

Ripples of water lapped gently at your feet. You always had a connection with nature. Having lived in a small village located in the middle of a jungle most of your life, the earth had become your dearest friend. One of your earliest memories was from exploring the coves back at home. You stretched out your arm across the water, and watched the liquid softly rise to your hand as you called it.

That's why you chose this nen ability. It tied you to the elements. When you fought with it, together you were one body.

"Y/N, come on! Kite's threatening to leave without you," Gon waved you over. Taking one last look at the sea, you turned away.

The sun was already setting by the time you left for the city.

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Going back to YorkNew was the right decision. Now you all knew where to look.

Kite had discovered that the possibilities of the Chimera Ant landing in NGL were the highest. Apparently, NGL was a country populated with people who wanted to get away from machine civilization and live in nature.

You loved nature too, but you thought that was a little extreme. There was a reason you had to leave your beloved jungle behind.

"There may very well be a giant swarm of Chimera Ants already hunting humans down. If that's the case, my top priority will be saving them. You must be able to protect yourselves," Kite warned us.

"And if I am the one in trouble, you should escape without me."

At that, Gon and Killua looked unsettled. But backing down now was not an option.

"Got it," you said, breaking the silence and offering a kind nod to Kite, "and until the very last moment, the three of us will have your back."

"Yeah!" The other two boys concurred.

Now, you sat with Gon and Killua on an airship to NGL. The three of you were sitting on a bench, looking out of a window that framed velvet-peach clouds displaying brilliant silver linings.

Gon was reflecting on their last conversation with Kite.

"You said that Ging had a reason for bringing me and Kite together," he rested his arms and head on the window-frame.

Killua broke his sight from the clouds and looked at Gon.

"Yeah, I did."

"You're probably right. I don't know the reason, but I can't give up halfway, no matter what's going on. Otherwise, I'll disappoint Ging... And I'd never be able to forgive myself either. So I won't run away," Gon continued, resolved with his decision.

There was a moment of silence as the three of you let his words sink in.

You admired Gon's determination, but you hated that Ging had a son risking his life just to avoid disappointing a dad he's never met.

"Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it's just business as usual," Killua smiled.

"Huh?" Gon's mouth hung open. "I thought about this a lot, I even ran a bunch of mental simulations! And I liked what Y/N said earlier, about having Kite's back until the very end."

"Think all you want, but you'll still be Gon. If someone said to abandon them, you'd never do it," You lightly punched his shoulder.

He pouted, cradling where you hit him, and you rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen."

Gon chose to ignore that and turned back to Killua. "Then what would you do?'"

"I'm a spontaneous guy, so I'd think about it once the time comes."

"So, you'd run away?" Gon questioned.

"Depends. I can't say until it actually happens."

"Say for instance..."

Killua threw his hands up, beat, "I can't tell you what I'd do in a hypothetical situation!"

"Then, what about you Y/N?"

"Gon!" You whined.

Truth be told, you hadn't thought about what you would do. It depended like Killua said. But you did know one thing...

"I would never leave you two behind. Even if that meant I'd have to die."

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[some-dark-side-writing]

First Meeting

Apocalypse x reader

Being on the good side of a dangerous, manipulative, inhuman dark side would sound good, since you're in their good books and have some sense of protection in dark scary times, but it wasn't when they were needy shits like Darkiplier.

TEXT: Mr. Grouchy Pants

"Come over"

"It's 2 am duck you"

"That was autocorrect but you know what I meant"

"You'll find it interesting"

"I find my dreams interesting dark"

"I'll make your dreams night terrors if you don't get dressed right now Y/n."

"You gonna pick me up?"

"I'm actually dealing with the reason I'm calling your useless ass."

TIME: 2:13

"Antis coming over... you normally bring popcorn when I say that."

"I'll be right over"

When you arrived at the house you didn't even have a chance to knock before you were thrown over someone's shoulder and teleported 5 feet inside. A hand covering your eyes, an unnaturally low voice asked "What ya gonna do to wriggle out of this?" You swung your leg until your foot made contact with something soft and smiled as Anti dropped you to lean over in pain.

"Nice try Anti, you're gonna waste all your energy before Dark beats your ass." You told him, punching him on the shoulder, he punched you back, but harder "If you knew it was me... why did you kick me?!" He wheezed.

"Because I knew it was you." You smiled. Dark smiled at that too, only letting that emotion show when Anti was keeled over breathless, in fact it's why he'd bothered to get to know you in the first place.

"Y/n, thank you for coming-"

"You're not welcome" you interrupted, which you knew always rustled him "I was sleepy darkkkk." Anti brought you against his chest to rock you, giggling at your human fatigue. "Yes well this is important and for your safety. So I thought it best to tell you as soon as possible. And to show you so you weren't stupid enough to anger it."

"It?" You now paid attention, walking towards Dark so he could lead you to what he was alluding to. You didn't have to wait long through his background information before you could hear loud thumps against the metal door of Dark's panic room, that was usually unoccupied. "That, in there, is Apocalypse." He growled, banging back against the door once powerfully. "I rescued...it..from Gear, the mad scientist-"

"Who's mad for trying to mess with our pal here" Anti interrupted, swinging his hands round your shoulders from behind you.

"Multiple times." You added bitterly.

"I-" Dark announced loudly to get attention back to him "Saved the thing, but I don't want it anymore. It doesn't know how to follow orders."

"I would have gotten out anyway!" You heard in a booming voice, which made both you and Anti jump backwards slightly, and him curling his arms more round you for what you at first thought was protection. "And you thought I was a whiny teen." Anti laughed before you could ask with a raised eyebrow "So not an 'it' then?" Dark rolled his eyes but you didn't finish witnessing the roll because suddenly you felt Anti grip you tighter and before you knew it you had been dropped by him into the highly locked room of the creature even Dark couldn't control.

You gasped as you fell, you couldn't help it, it was freezing in there, compared to the warm well lit outside you'd just been in. You heard a sound from the corner of the room as you were dropped, a shuffling perhaps, and you couldn't help but be a little scared of what type of ungodly monster Dark could be hiding in here, a room you were now both trapped in, lightly hearing Dark's yells and Anti's run.

"H-hello?" You asked quietly, in case it was ready to pounce "I told you I wanted to be left alone!" He strode fast and sharply towards you, you covered your face with your arms as a reflex until 5 seconds had passed and you realised you hadn't been squished yet.

Forcing yourself to bring your hands down you got a better look at Apocalypse now he'd stepped into the dim light escaping into the room. What stood before you didn't look like a monster. Just a rather tall, rather muscly man, with steel eyes and curly hair. "Who are you?" He asked, gritting his teeth, obviously very agitated at having been locked away, seemingly for the second time after what Dark said about Gear. You wondered now, if he'd ever not been locked up.

"I-I'm Y-Y/n" you stuttered, taking a deep breath you held your hand out to him to try and keep things calm but he didn't seem to notice or understand because he walked closer to you, backing you into a wall and, while keeping distance for his own sake, you could feel his immense heat radiating from him compared to the chill of the room. "I meant, who are you to the fuck that locked me in here?"

He exhaled sharply through his nose and you scrunched your eyes reflexively at that. He saw you flinch, hard to miss when he was centimetres away, but didn't move, and you were too busy trying to find an answer to his question that wouldn't get you killed. 'Who were you to Dark?' 'A friend' he'd argue 'catharsis' you'd sometimes think, but this Apocalypse didn't seem to like your friend that much, and his gritted teeth and clenched fists didn't exactly sway you to answer freely. "I'm the one that keeps him in check." You answered, and it was the truth.

Apocalypse looked you over as he tried to read you, he'd never met anyone like you before, but he reckoned that was because he hadn't made an effort to meet that many people point blank.

"Did you pick that name yourself? Apocalypse?" He looked...strange, as you asked that. Head tilted and pupils dilating back and forth, luckily he'd stopped crushing his teeth together. "Don't remember." He grunted, turning to face away from you, crossing his arms and sure you weren't any possible threat to him.

"Because I wouldn't stick anyone with a four syllable name, I'm lazy and that's just too much damn effort." He grunted again but this time it was different, like he thought you spouting a weakness like being lazy was untacttical and surprising, yet almost beguiling. "Would you be cool if I called you A? I mean I come up with way more embarrassing names for Dark in there and I think it suits you ; A." You let the letter roll off your tongue, and hoped he'd turn around to give his approval, or at least not cave your skull in. "You can call me that." You smirked, wanting to get to know him better. "But only if you tell me his nickname, so I can call him it as I'm ripping his spine out through his head." A had a sort of fire in his eyes, one that excited you especially now he had somewhat less of a sour face accompanying him. "Oh A, do you think for a pain that big I only have one?" His fire grew bigger as did your smirk.

That was when the light blinded you and you felt two pairs of hands roughly grab you by the shirt and pull you out, closing the safety room door behind you, but A was less than a step behind and pushed against the two egos holding the door easily, ripping it off his hinges as you now noticed he was a lot taller than you either thought or remembered, at least half a foot bigger than the two and still growing.

"YOU!" A growled, his veins popping from his muscles and turning black in colour.

"Now n-now..."

A punched a hole through the wall which Dark wouldn't even let Anti touch with his 'filthy' hands and a shiver went through your body, having never heard Dark trip on his words, A's eyes black like oil as he growled at Dark. You leapt in front of A though as you saw Anti crouching on the ceiling, Dark's stutter only a distraction, and ignoring Dark's shouts as you got into vision, stood in front of A and put your hands on his arms, feeling the veins pulsing against your palms and his skin almost burning to the touch. "Y/n step back!" Dark warned, worried for his friends safety.

"No!" You said, luckily that got A to stop shaking so violently "Get down from there right now Anti!" You told him, A snarling as he looked up to spot where Anti was hiding.

Anti looked miserable at his missed opportunity for a fight, glitching to stand by Dark and scold you. "You heard what Dark said as he took us to see the prick didn't you y/n?! But you didn't hear what he said when I dropped you in there, that's why we rushed to get you out. It's not a toy! It's an uncontrollable killing machine!"

"HE-" you interrupted, angry yourself, "WAS CREATED TO BE ANGRY. You can't hold that against him!" Dark and Anti looked doubtfully at each other, then back to A who you couldn't see with your back to his chest. "Ease up and back off, okay?!"

Dark squinted at you, not liking when your temper rose since he was supposed to be the most stubborn one. Anti kept his eyes on the entity behind you the whole time, you didn't know what he was seeing, nor did you want to as your eyes did battle with Dark, but you turned as you felt his arms leave your grip, and A, smaller now and eyes normal, simply left the building, slamming the door behind him.

You sighed thankful because no one had gotten hurt, and after Anti checked A hadn't hurt you while you had been locked up and apologising for that 'prank', now he realised A's strength, he punched you on the shoulder for the second time today, for the same reason he apologised.

Dark looked uneasily in the direction A had left, surprised he'd just backed down like that, but thankful he was gone, while A stuffed his hands in his pockets as he got to the cold outside, tilting his face up to feel the rain against his skin to cool off, never having been allowed outside for too long he secretly relished in this, but he was uneasy like the three in the house he'd just left. Uneasy because now he wasn't completely sure that you weren't any possible threat to him, because he'd never backed down from a fight.