#platonically and WITH consent of course

[hidingfromsav]

this is gonna be so random but i'm literally obsessed with the lighting in the jungle scene. set department i want to give you a big ol' kiss 🤌

[monkee-mobile]

the fact that MIKE NESMITH knew that the monkees would at one point just be so comfortable giving each other platonic kisses in their home if one of them asks is the craziest thing ever.

[bloomshroomz]

Aroallos are often treated as inherently "more sexual" than other allosexuals. Here's why that assumption happens, and why it's bullshit.

Relationships are often treated as inherently hierarchical and strictly defined, due to amatonormativity and a-spec erasure. It usually goes something like this:

You can't have sex without romance. Sex is "dirty" and needs to be "balanced out" or "justified" with romance. Sex is exclusively physically stimulating, and therefore shallow, unless done in emotional service to romance.

Wanting to have sex with people outside of a romantic context is seen as "using" people, inherently. You're "using" them for their body, because you "don't care enough" to love them romantically. Your desires are deemed to be inherently predatory.

You can't have romance without sex. Romance needs to be "justified" with sex, otherwise it's "just platonic."

Wanting romance without sex is seen as "failing" your partner.

Sex and romance are to happen exclusively between two people.

Romantic relationships are more important than all other relationships, except for maybe family. And remember, sex is strictly confined to romance, which therefore means that sex is also more important than nonsexual/nonromantic connection.

Friendships are always less important than romance, and therefore, less important than sex as well. They exist at the bottom of the hierarchy. That's why we have phrases like "more than friends" to describe romance.

In other words, sex = romance, and sex/romance > friendship.

When you take away the romantic elements, you're left with this:

Romance is no longer there to "balance out/justify" the sex, making the sex apparently "more sexual" and "more dirty" and "less emotional" than it would be if it were romantic.

Your sexual desires are deemed inherently predatory.

Sex takes precedent over friendship and nonromantic emotional intimacy in the original hierarchy. Therefore, sex must take precedent over all forms of emotional connection if you're interested in sex without romance, and sex also cannot spark emotional stimulation or connection on its own.

Due to the previous points, you get reduced to a largely "physical" creature, with few or no emotional needs or desires. You are also assumed to disregard the emotional needs and desires of others.

Friendships are still less important than sex. So, even if your friends are the people you're having sex with, it's implied that you don't care about your friends, and you only value them for their bodies. Sex is an insult to your friendships.

Of course, this is bullshit. All of these "rules" are bullshit.

This is how it actually works:

You can have sex without romance. Sex is not "dirty" does not need to be "balanced out" or "justified" by romance. Sex can be emotionally stimulating and fulfilling without romance (though it doesn't have to be, and that's also fine).

There is nothing predatory about having sexual desires/intent without romantic desires/intent. There is nothing predatory about having sex outside of romance, so long as everyone consents.

You can have romance without sex. Romance does not need to be "justified" via sex.

You are not "failing" your partner by not wanting to have sex. You might be sexually incompatible if sex is something they want, but that is not "failure" on anyone's part.

Sex and romance can happen between as many people as you like, as long as everyone is on the same page about things.

Romantic relationships, as well as familial relationships, are not inherently more important than any other type of relationship.

Friendships are not inherently less important than other types of relationships. There is no inherent hierarchy.

Sex is not an insult to friendship. Having sex with your friends does not mean you only value them for their body.

Wanting sex without romance does not inherently mean that sex takes precedent over everything else. For some people, it does, and that's fine. But that's not usually the case, and it should not be assumed to be the case.

Quoting some stuff from myself and others:

People tend to assume that aroallos are always hypersexual, or always loveless, or always prioritize sex above all else when it comes to their relationships with people. And all of those things are valid experiences, but they don't apply to me personally. I've been trying to put it into words... People think that a lack of romantic attraction necessitates an amplified sexual attraction. Like just because I'm aro, I must be "more sexual" than other allosexual people. It seems like people think sexuality has to be "balanced out" with romance. But I'm not particularly sexual; I'm just not ace. [...] there's nothing wrong with prioritizing or emphasizing sexuality. But that's not an inherent aspect of being aroallo, and it doesn't describe me personally. The primary purpose of my relationships is emotional connection. Sex is just a cool thing that I may or may not do with people.

- Myself [Feb. 1, 2024]

I hate that when I announce that I'm aro, but not ace, people are like "yes fuck nasty I respect it 😏😏" like okay girl sure I do that but do you think I don't experience longing for human connection ? You heard non/aromantic and thought "wow, you must be so good with one night stands no emotional attachment whatsoever". Like no, I still (and you're not gonna believe this guys) care about the people I may or may not sleep with ?? Hello ??

- max-nicoxposts [June 4, 2024]

Alloaro culture is always being expected to either be asexual or hypersexual; nuance was something meant for others I suppose.

- Anon [May 28, 2024]

Aroalo culture is someone assuming I'm ace when I say I'm aro, and when I say I'm actually aro and bi they react with "so you're just a predator"

- Anon [May 27, 2024]

there's nothing wrong with being a man and wanting to sleep with men and not date them. it doesn't make you proof queer men are sex-crazed. there's nothing wrong with being a woman and wanting to sleep with women and not date them. it doesn't make you proof queer women are predatory. being alloaro doesn't make you a derogatory stereotype. you deserve respect, no matter what

- pansyboybloom [Jan. 16, 2024]

So much of the arophobia directed towards aromantic heterosexual men seems to be rooted in willful ignorance about what aromanticism actually is and how allosexual aromanticism differs from sexual objectification. Aromanticism is experiencing little to no romantic attraction towards others. That’s it. It isn’t the same as sending unsolicited dick picks to strangers or reducing women to their bodies. When a misogynistic man disregards a woman’s personhood in favor of treating her as a sexual object, it isn’t because he doesn’t experience romantic attraction to women. It’s because he chooses not to value women as people.

- heartless-aro [Dec. 30, 2023] [I highly recommend reading the full post. I only included one section here due to length.]

and if you're aromantic, you also have to be asexual. because sex without romance is immoral and dirty and abusive. and every aroallo is an invader who's trying to destroy your perfect, pure, sex-negative aspec community. if an aromantic is not asexual, they are not a valid aromantic. if you've ever found yourself wondering why aplatonics and aroallos alike have their own small communities instead of just being a part of the wider aspec community, this is why. you drove us away. and your acceptence of aromanticism is still entirely conditional.

- thermodynamic-comedian [May 29, 2024] [also recommend reading the full post]

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 55

(Malleus is a large beast, but is still growing due to the way Dragons age. Despite being an adult, he still has at least half a millennia to continue growing in size until he is considered fully grown. It is due to this size and his magic ability that Malleus is not often challenged by others even when he is in the wrong during a situation.)

Warnings; yandere, multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, stressed yanderes, chill human having a chill time, pining, depressed behavior, buddy sour equine species, everyone processes things differently, anger, hurt, obsessed behavior, possessive behavior, Selkie, Dragon, Vampire Bat, Raiju, Cervitaur, Shinigami, Harpies, Drider, Alicorn, Unicorn, Kelpie, Satyr, Fawn, Genie, Naga, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Werewolf, by selecting 'view more' you consent to view content and are of age to view content (MDNI).

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Despite how unusual it felt to be in a kitchen not your own was unusual, but it was no more unsettling than the room you were placed in. It was a shared room with Divus who insisted on giving you and Grim the bed, choosing a cot of his own near the foot of the bed. The room itself was right next to Azul's and you knew it was a choice Azul had made.

Part of you wondered why this extravagantly decorated room was kept empty and if it was a coincidence your trio of guards were so keen to offer it to you. The room itself was filled with the best quality furniture money could buy, a plush bed, high thread count sheets, an overstuffed blanket, countless pillows. Even the carpet that the bed rest on top of was of high quality that was akin to luxury. The bathroom attached had a luxury Jacuzzi with a towel heater and massaging water jets. Even the soaps felt divine against your skin.

Such high quality goods so freely and eagerly given to you the moment they were requested. It made you wonder if they prepared this room in advance for you. You wouldn't be surprised if it was set up for you or if the other dorms had something similar set aside for you.

Divus' cot seemed almost out of place among the expensive and pearl encrusted furniture given the difference in quality. Despite how rough the temporary accommodations looked, Divus insisted he was happy to sleep on the cot and keep you safe while you stayed in Octavinelle. He would leave to teach classes and would stay in the cot late into the night grading, always making sure you were safe and none of the others had a chance to bother you.

In those few days of rest, the potion you unwillingly took finally wore off, leaving you Human once more. Part of you genuinely missed being a Seal and cuddling up with Divus. A stronger part of you realized that your quick temper with the others in the recent past had been born from instincts you didn't know how to handle from the transformation. What comforted you about the situation was that your lovely rainbow fur stuck around after the potion wore off.

It was still somewhat off color from the blot you absorbed, but it was becoming lighter rather quickly, as if your return to your Human form burned off the heavier impact of blot. Despite the fur not being a second skin to you anymore, you still felt immense comfort from it. For now, Divus was taking the time to care for the fur and ensure it remained safe. Selkies were always quite obsessive about the state of their own fur, of course he would be obsessive about your fur.

As you reflected on the past few days spent in the rather comfortable accommodations of Octavinelle, you took note of how quiet things had been. There were no fights, no sudden bouts of aggressive behavior from anyone- not just those who had been your guards- and an unsteady peace had fallen over the school. Even regular students seemed to have heard of your threat to leave and were now on their best behavior. Some students had gone as far as dropping off expensive goods with Azul for you to have. They were likely purchased from the main thoroughfare of Sage Island's primary coastal city or even from their home towns.

Everyone was keen to keep you at Night Raven College. If you kept this up long enough, they may even be willing to answer your questions with minimal lies.

~•§•~

Malleus was an inconsolable Draconic blizzard. Still laying dejectedly in Ramshackle and refusing to budge from where he had taken up vigil the night his precious Treasure left his protection. Lilia and the rest of the Hoard were now able to approach the Dragon who whimpered and sang a solemn lament. The three had been switching off who would sit with the Dragon, spending their evenings curled up against the large stomach of the reptilian beast.

No amount of soothing words were enough for the dour prince who refused to return to his more 'tame' form. Even Lilia showed a clear dejection at having been denied the right to cuddle the beloved Human they all vowed to protect and adore. Sebek spent his time praising Malleus in an attempt to get the Dragon to perk up, yet he knew he was floundering for soothing words the longer Malleus spent laying in one place on the floor.

Silver had been more productive with his time away, spending his time creating a rather lovely saddle for himself that you could use next time you needed him as a steed. The saddle itself was rather lovely with black leather and green accents to it. The metal working was a sterling silver, decorated with spinning-wheels and spools of thread. It had taken him some time to acquire the right materials and shape it properly to fit himself, but he was extremely proud of the lovely saddle.

Despite the fact that the Dragon was still present in Ramshackle, the elder Shinigami had not dared approach the beast. It was his fumble with the intensely obsessed Dragon that led to this question of safety and the general mistrust that precious Human now showed. Every other way he could have handled the situation ran through his mind on endless loops, wishing he had thought to approach the situation differently. He had drastically underestimated the extent to which the Dragon would go to keep his claws on that soft Human.

Truly, the elder should have known better.

He had known Dragons of many different makes and lifestyles. Hades even knew the line Malleus came from very well. Malleus was more subdued and tame than the other Dragons of his lineage and Hades had foolishly believed this behavior would persist even when presented with his own wrong doings.

Idia was keeping close to Hades, his own parents and little brother doing the same. It was unnerving for the group to see how quickly the revitalization of the mournful elder had been ripped away with the mistrust of (Y/n) due to the recent events. They all knew the addictive nature of Humans well and they had seen some of the worst days the ancient elder had endured when it came to withdrawal. Even after five hundred years, the elder had been beaten down by his lasting addiction.

The Shinigami knew the addiction and the subsequent withdrawal were permanent effects that would one day plague them as well. All they could do was try to ease the elder with whatever artifacts of yours they could give to him. Even as he held his own shawl of trapped starlight close to him, his suffering was obvious.

~•§•~

"She hates me."

"Non, Roi du Poison, Mademoiselle Trickster couldn't possibly hate you."

Rook tried to comfort the Harpy that lay curled up in the Human's empty nest. Ramshackle had always felt so shoddily put together compared to Pomefiore, but it felt so horribly empty without you present to keep the nest warm. The simple possibility that you may never return to warm it only made the Harpy's heart weigh even heavier in his chest.

"Chin up, Vil. I may have only recently gotten to know (Y/n), but even I can see how much she cares about you. She spoke from a place of pain, not genuine dislike."

"She hates me."

Eric was also attempting to get Vil to perk up, but the Harpy refused to entertain anything remotely comforting. The only thing he even deigned to consume were the- admittedly not as delicious- attempts at smoothies both Rook and Eric had tried to recreate. Beyond those few paltry offerings, the Harpy couldn't bring himself to do more than cuddle the pillows of the nest close to his chest.

Vil was slowly letting himself waste away as he mourned the distance you chose to put between yourself and the others. He was a harpy with Hummingbird heritage, he needed food more consistently than others to maintain a proper weight. This pining and refusal to eat only made the lovely Harpy begin to wither.

As proud and vain as Vil was, he knew he contributed to you wanting to get away. If only he hadn't been so keen to try using a blot potion to get your attention. He had been leaning on you for his own emotional stability for long enough that it felt like he had his world torn up from under him with your displeasure.

How could he do such a short sighted thing that pushed you so far away from him?

~•§•~

Alistair and Riddle had yet to move from where they curled up together in the Alicorn's temporary room in Ramshackle. Both equine species leaning together for comfort in their time of need. Where the two would often be at ends when it came to most things, their guilt was equal in measure.

Trey had done his best to get the two downcast stallions to relocate to Heartslabyul, but they refused to budge more than a few steps in any direction before collapsing together. The pair of horned centaurs had become buddy sour without the Human they both cherished in their Herd. Riddle had faced this isolation before, but the isolation paired with Alistair's new experience and pain left the two stallions seeking comfort in their shared pain.

They were both miserable, and misery loved company.

Trey- ever the mature one- stood watch over the distressed pair, ensuring that they at least got their classwork brought to them. It wouldn't do to have Riddle or Alistair fall behind due to their sudden sorrow. He also had to ensure that Cater got some time where he wasn't sedentary for too long as he was still prone to extreme bouts of guilt.

Even Ace and Deuce had been far more subdued than normal. Where the pair often butted heads together in a figurative and literal sense, they barely even had the energy in them to argue more than soft complaints that fizzled out just as soon as they began. None of the usual zest for life could be found in the two typically rambunctious Goats.

All of Heartslabyul had dulled to a kind of funeral march type energy. The once lively and rule-driven dorm had withdrawn to extreme muted behaviors and forlorn expressions. This behavior clearly shown even the numerous students that were not official guards for the Human. Everyone in the dorm was taking the potential loss of the Human as if it were already a decided fact.

~•§•~

You moved around the dorm kitchen, cooking various meals for yourself and your guards. As quiet as things were, you couldn't help but find yourself wondering how the others were getting on without you. It was very likely that those who had caused you stress or discomfort in the past were blaming themselves for your sudden coldness towards others. There was also a good chance that the other students were blaming them as well.

Your eyes trailed over to the tablet that Idia had given you to virtual attend classes. According to him, he had cameras over most of the school grounds. Perhaps you could check in on the various groups to see how they were surviving and make your plan from there?

Azul had left you up to your own devices in that quiet corner of the kitchen. The other students who helped as staff of the Mostro Lounge avoided bothering you in fear that you would take their intrusion as the last straw. Jade hovered around the kitchen, occasionally checking in with you or trying to see what you were cooking, but mostly left you to choose for yourself.

Grim was being kept busy in the VIP section of the Lounge, watching the fish swimming by the glass windows that looked out at the oceanic setting. Divus was enjoying spending time with the young kit and almost took a grandfather type role for the little fur ball. He was currently watching Grim as he tried to clean the remaining substance out of your Selkie fur.

It couldn't hurt to take a quick peak, right?

Besides, the more you knew about how the others were reacting, the more likely you could form a plan. Perhaps you could even get your answers without having to coax them out of the hesitant males directly. This moment of isolation would be good for you to check in on your innumerable guards and what they did when you weren't around.

~•§•~

Kalim had been downcast for days and this unusual behavior from the typically cheerful and excitable Genie was unsettling the rest of the dorm. Seeing the Human who he had finally had a chance to interact with suffer from blot had emotionally wounded him. He finally got the chance to talk to her and tell her why he believes he can grant wishes for her, only for her to fall so ill so quickly.

To some extent, Kalim understood that he was not the cause for your sudden illness, but that didn't stop him from feeling responsible to some degree. He had granted your wish and sent you ahead to face a near Overblotted Dragon alone. How could he not feel like the threw you to the metaphorical wolves when you were ultimately hurt as a result of that behavior?

Jamil had been working on trying to cheer Kalim up despite the quiet he got to enjoy while the Genie was downcast. It was uncomfortable and unusual for Jamil to have so much peace in the handful of days that had passed. The Naga had grown used to the cheerful antics of the Genie, so the lack of such behavior set him on extreme edge.

"Kalim, I'm sure (Y/n) will come around soon. We could even throw a party for her in Octavinelle if you really wanted, she only said she wanted peace from danger, not for all of us to stay away from her."

"The last party we threw for (Y/n) ended in her being hurt."

"We didn't hurt her. She was hurt because Malleus almost Overblotted. We had nothing to do with that."

"..."

Kalim's silence was more unnerving than his loud and boisterous behavior, leaving Jamil feeling as if he were somehow failing the Genie he spent his life serving. The Viper family was well known for serving the Al-Asim dutifully for generations upon generations. To feel like he was failing at the one task he was taught to do from the day he hatched was poisonous feeling and painful.

"... I will contact Azul."

~•§•~

Leona refused to lay down. His anxious pacing and ill temper unsettled the others in his dorm as they watched their typically calm and lazy leader snarl in fury. He had not stopped pacing since your hasty retreat to Octavinelle.

Usually it was a miracle to see Leona showing any kind of active or anxious behavior in almost any situation. He was a lazy Nemean Lion who enjoyed lounging and napping in the warmth of the sun. This was not his typical behavior.

Jack and Ruggie had been trying and failing to get Leona to fully settle down, no words they could say having any impact on his foul temper. They were similarly upset and riled by your declaration of wanting to leave Night Raven College for just a bit of peace, but Leona was the one taking it the hardest. It was often said that a Nemean Lion caged was a Nemean Lion plotting, but he wasn't calm enough to plot.

His anger lay with Malleus.

The Dragon had long been a thorn in Leona's paw, but the near Overblot pushing their precious Mousey away was what set the rage burning. Were it up to the Lion, Malleus would be banned from guarding that treasured Human. But it wasn't up to him, so his anger only grew.

Ruggie was back to the dandelion diet, but his appetite was near non-existent. Even if there was a perfect recreation of the Human's 'donuts', Ruggie wouldn't have the appetite to actually eat any of them. If his favorite friend (Y/n) didn't make them, he didn't want them.

Jack was stressed and found himself pacing near the mirror to the Savanaclaw dorm, looking up with every dorm member that came in. Each time it was not your face he saw coming through the mirror only dashed his hopes further than they already were. A Werewolf without a pack was a dead dog walking. His pack consisted purely of himself and that soft Human, loosely including the several first-years he had begun to befriend outside of Savanaclaw.

~•§•~

The Crow Headmage sat still as a statue in his nest. His dark wings limp by his side and his body slowly rocking in an attempt to comfort himself. Despite the many different things he had collected over the years, he felt like none of them mattered if you were gone.

Even the false eggs that occupied his nest- beautifully decorated gemstones of dark blues, purples, and blacks- seemed so cold to him. He got those eggs to he could work out his own brooding behavior when his desire to be a parent became too much for him to handle. Now his precious Chick- his most treasured egg- was threatening to leave him and his school.

Those brats that inhabited his school were pushing away his one chance at redemption in his heart. In Crowley's eyes, you were his child and the others were invaders upon his nest. To think that he had ever allowed them to get so close to you and hurt you only made the shame weigh heavier in his heart.

How could he claim to be your father if he couldn't protect you from the beasts around you?

~•§•~

You frowned as you stared at the screen, flicking through the innumerable video feeds and watching the males who longed for your company lash out at one another. Some fell into sorrow, some fell into rage, others seemed to have become numb to the world around them. All of them seemed to be suffering to some degree.

Where you knew this would happen- having been informed of the sheer impact your presence had on them- it was still unnerving to see it happen in real time. The once lively and odd beasts were acting as if their lifelong mate was dying. They truly couldn't see the light through the trees anymore unless you were present to show it to them.

It hurt more than you expected it to, seeing these beasts reduced to nothing more than lost souls mourning your absence. Where you had known your aura was addictive and had a deep impact on them, it was another thing entirely to see how deeply it affected them. They had lived their own lives without you present and made something of themselves. Now they couldn't even pick up the pieces of who they once were in your absence.

You never asked for this.

Truly, you didn't ask to be brought into a world by forces you didn't understand. To be put upon an unreachable pedestal above the others that only wished to bask in your presence. You never asked to be the crutch that could undo the very fabric of their existence in the mere presence of your absence.

What would happen if you actually left? If you managed to take Grim and flee, would these souls you have unwillingly touched flicker out like a candle? If the ghosts found a way for you to escape into the world you once knew, what would become of those whose lives you have uprooted by simply existing?

... What would you do if you had the chance to leave, but had to leave everything- Grim included- behind? Could you leave Grim- begging and crying for you to come back- behind to find the world you came from? If he screamed that "you promised to take him with you, always" while you fled, could you really leave it all behind?

Maybe you should stop spying through the looking glass in your hands. It was all far too heavy for your heart to handle.

You hoped you would never have to leave Grim behind, even if you had to leave the others.

[sundrop-writes]

The Restricted Section

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry wishes that Hermione would just relax. Just because he doesn't know the exact source of a hand-written spell in an old textbook doesn't mean that it's completely evil.

Intent to prove her wrong, he dawns his Invisibility Cloak and sneaks off to the Restricted Section of the library, looking for a more solid source of that spell - and he completely forgets everything that he set out to do when he finds Hermione along the way, doing something (or rather, someone) in a secluded corner of the library that is definitely not studying. (Something that he'll never be able to get out of his mind ever again.)

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter. Accidental Voyeurism upon an Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Half-Blood Prince.

Word Count: 4,400

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic is primarily smut focused; there is some very vague plot - Harry and Hermione have an argument because Hermione doesn't like the Half-Blood Prince's book and wants Harry to get rid of it (and they are still not on good terms when the smutty stuff comes up); passing mention of a hex that gives you boils that never heal; the primary pairing in this fic is between Hermione and the reader, and Harry spies on them having sex using his Invisibility Cloak - that does mean that this fic has dubious consent and dubious morality, because Harry never asks for their permission to watch and never reveals himself to them, and during the course of this fic they also don't find out that he's there (if this is the kind of thing that makes you uncomfortable, then I would recommend moving on to one of my other fics); the reader has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader's looks - including race, hair colour, skin tone, etc. are not described in anyway; there is use of Y/N in this fic; the reader is a Gryffindor in this fic (I wanted her to be closer with Hermione, sharing a dorm with her, and be closer to the trio in general); Harry has had a crush on the reader for a while before this, but this is the first time he views Hermione sexually past his platonic friendship feelings for her; accidental voyeurism - Harry does not intend to spy on the girls, but once he discovers them, he doesn't stop watching; semi-public sex - Hermione and the reader are fucking in the library, but they are fucking in a much more secluded part of the library where Hermione knows that someone is less likely to discover them; there is some sub/dom dynamics - Hermione and the reader having a pre-existing sub/dom relationship where Hermione is very dominant and the reader is submissive, and Harry is understanding those dynamics as he observes them; Hermione calls the reader: little girl (not as indication of her size, but as a form of degradation and condescension), little bitch, little whore, slutty, brat, darling,; Hermione demands to be called 'Mistress'; Harry is a switch - he imagines himself as both dominant and submissive in his fantasies; (Harry as a 'sir' kink in his fantasies); mentions of creampie kink (one of Harry's fantasies); Hermione is very mean and condescending toward the reader; brat taming/punishment and reward - the reader has 'misbehaved' and Hermione seeks to correct it; degradation kink (towards the reader); Hermione fingers the reader; Hermione uses the reader's tie like a leash; lots of dirty talk (from Hermione); Harry considers masturbating but does not (because he fears getting caught) (and there is a mention of him masturbating to thoughts of what happened in a more private space afterwards); pussy spanking/clit spanking (from Hermione towards reader) and ass spanking (towards reader - just once) (no severe pain kink); orgasm denial (towards the reader); I believe that's it.

A/N: This was such a random idea that zapped into my head that demanded to be written. People were asking for Hermione x Fem!Reader smut and it was something I really wanted to do, but I only really felt inspired to do it when it occurred to me to write Hermione through Harry's eyes. To talk about her going from this very non-sexual being to someone so sexually powerful in his eyes - it was something really fun. And I am so glad I actually managed to squeeze this one in and finish it before the poll for the other fic finished up. I feel like this is such a fun, Harry Potter based idea that uses themes and elements unique to the series. And it's wonderful, filthy horny smut. So I hope that you guys enjoy!!

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Harry really didn’t understand Hermione sometimes. 

She was an amazing friend, someone that he wouldn’t trade for the world - someone so wonderfully loyal, smart, and fun to be around during the times when she let herself actually relax and untense. But during the times when she had that intensely large stick up her arse, she could be the biggest pain in the world. Sometimes, it was like she stayed up late in her dormitory, just thinking of ways to drive Harry and Ron utterly mad. 

Yes, Harry knew that his particular fascination with the Half-Blood Prince’s book was not exactly… normal. But Hermione’s attachment to a lot of her books was never normal either. And just because the book was old didn’t mean that it was bad. Just because Harry was fascinated by it didn’t mean that there would be negative consequences. 

There was no reason for her to go off on a long tangent about ‘dark magic’ and ‘the Latin origins of spells’ when he had asked her about a hand-written spell that was in the book. Something that spiralled into a huge argument between the two of them when he refused to hand over the Prince’s book once she had asked him where he had gotten the spell. To her, it was something that sounded very dangerous, and she complained that therefore, the whole book was dangerous. He complained that she had a knot in her knickers because he had just been asking if she knew what the spell was or not, if she had heard of it before - it’s not like he had any intentions of actually using it. 

And then Hermione had warned him that he should simply throw the book away and he told her that she was just jealous that he was actually getting better grades than her in a class for once, and the night ended with her huffing off to bed and stomping up the stairs - and the two of them hadn’t spoken in over a day because of it. Ron was nagging both of them to make-up - but Harry was chuffed, honestly. For once, Ron knew what it felt like to be between two feuding friends, trying to mend the fences. 

Harry wasn’t going to apologise. 

Hermione wasn’t the queen of everything. She couldn’t just demand things from him and expect him to follow suit. He had his own brain, despite what she thought, and he could make his own judgements. Harry had no plans to use the spell if Hermione thought it was dangerous, and he had just been asking about it out of curiosity. But he was more peeved that it led to her demanding that he throw the book away or destroy it, like she held some authority over him, like she was his damn mother or something. 

This left Harry stewing in his annoyance as he made his way to the Restricted Section of the library the next night. He was still curious if the spell had any other known origins - another spell book, some kind of book about dark magic. Hell, he would revert to a Latin textbook if he was desperate, just to get a leg-up without directly asking Hermione. But he was headed to the Restricted Section first - because as much as she was annoying, Hermione usually was right. 

He was feeling confident and perhaps a bit cocky to find the source of the spell and wield some more knowledge over her that she didn’t have. For once. 

Harry had dawned his Invisibility Cloak for this task, of course. It wasn’t past curfew yet, but the library was about ten minutes from closing, and he knew that it would be easier to sneak in before Madame Pince locked up and stay there well after dark, taking his time in order to find what he needed. And any trip to the Restricted Section without a note from a professor giving permission required such a disguise. 

The library was practically deserted due to the late hour - most students having wandered off to bed like good rule followers. Harry wasn’t surprised when he heard a particular, familiar voice coming from an isolated area of small desks study carols back between a few towering book cases. Of course, she would think that this would be the perfect place to get her work done, undisturbed. He couldn’t hold back from rolling his eyes when he heard that voice taking on her usual scolding, bossy tone. 

“I am not at all pleased with you, you know that?” 

It was Hermione. 

Harry knew for a fact that Ron was in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, his face unpleasantly glued to Lavender’s once again, so he wasn’t the one in the path of Hermione’s wrath this time. Harry had to wonder who exactly had come on the other end of her up-tight, nosy fortitude. 

He had seen Hermione usher you off to the library after class earlier that afternoon, saying something about the mark on your last Transfiguration essay being ‘far below your usual standard’, and talking about how you ‘needed to follow her study schedule more closely’ - and Harry had felt sorry for you at the time, if anything. The fact that you would have Hermione hovering over your shoulder, bothering you all afternoon, marking all your work and making you redo it to her incredibly high standards. 

Sometimes, he felt sorry for the fact that you had to share a dorm with her. That you couldn’t escape Hermione even for a peaceful night of slumber. 

But surely the two of you hadn’t spent this long in the library together. Even you wouldn’t take three or four hours to do your homework up to Hermione’s standards. She would have freed you by now - and with any luck, you would be off somewhere, snogging some lucky bloke - (Harry couldn’t let that particular train of jealous thought get to him right now). 

“Little girl, am I going to have to get mean with you?” 

Hermione’s voice came again, just as bitter as usual, and then it clicked with Harry. 

No, it wasn’t you, perhaps Hermione was taking out her anger on a couple of First Years for not doing their homework, getting on the wrong end of Hermione’s ill-guided Prefect power that she wielded like a presidency. Harry held back a scoff of laughter, and he couldn’t help the urge to move toward the sound of her voice, eager to see what exactly was going on. 

“Stop being such a whiny little bitch - you asked for this. Now shut up and take it like a good little whore.” 

Those words - those words in Hermione’s voice - immediately smacked Harry in the face harder than any stunning curse ever could have. He craned his neck around the bookcase in front of him so hard to see what was happening that he harshly smacked one of his shoulders, nearly giving himself away with the noise and having to strangle down his cry of pain in order not to be caught. 

However, after a moment, he came around the corner completely and rested against the bookcase comfortably as his eyes took in the utterly unbelievable sight at the other end of the aisle. 

Holy fuck. 

Holy… fuck. 

It was you. 

You and Hermione. Hermione and you. 

You and Hermione looking like some sort of unbelievable pornographic dream. 

Hermione had you pressed up against a desk, your legs spread wide for her with your arse just balanced on the edge of the table while she stood between them - it took Harry’s very stunned brain a moment to process it, but he realised that her arm working furiously between your thighs like that, pistoning back and forth while you spread your legs wider and leaned into the touch could only mean one thing. 

She was finger-fucking your pussy. 

Harry had no clue how he hadn’t picked up on the other sounds previously, especially not in the dead quiet of the library. But it was blatantly fucking clear to his ears now. The sound of your wetness sliding against her fingers, so beautifully sloppy - he could only imagine how slick you were, how pretty your cunt looked around her fingers, which were usually only meant for gripping quills or turning the pages in her next book. Along with your repressed moans, barely caught in your chest where you were biting your lip raw, clearly trying your best to stay quiet - the sounds coming out, as Hermione had described them: whines, as though you were a needy bitch in heat. 

Harry was in utter shock. 

Never, in a thousand years, would ever have imagined Hermione Granger looking at you with crazed heat in her eyes, her stern brow and disappointed frown somehow so perfectly fitting for the situation. Scolding you in her bossy voice while she held on tight to your Gryffindor tie like a leash, keeping your posture tight and straight as she finger-fucked you in the most rough, harsh way that Harry could have ever pictured. 

Hermione - uptight, bookish, rule-bound Hermione - fucking you in the library where anybody could have caught the two of you. It seemed so wildly unimaginable, and yet - when more scolding words came out of her lips in that bossy tone, it seemed… so terribly fitting for her. 

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Hermione breathed hotly, giving another harsh tug on your tie that made you whine deeply in the back of your throat. 

Harry swore the sound of her fingers jabbing between your legs became even wetter, sloppier sounding. So you liked being called naughty. 

“Yes, I have-” You whined out, and Hermione tugged the tie again, cutting off anything further that you had to say with a harsh jolt. 

Harry’s cock snapped to attention at an alarmingly fast rate, the blood rushing into his prick so quickly that it almost made him dizzy. The moral contention of watching two of his good friends go at it didn’t really cross his mind at all (perhaps his morality was going a bit too grey, using an old marked up book to ‘cheat’ in his classes these days). But he knew that wanking would be a bad idea simply based on the fact that he would have a difficult time staying quiet. So he reached down and squeezed the bulge in his trousers, gaining little relief from this as he looked on. He likely wouldn’t have been able to pull his eyes away if Voldemort himself showed up and demanded it. 

“Such a naughty little bitch - you can’t even go one afternoon without having your slutty cunt filled, can you?” Hermione demanded, her words seemingly growing filthier by the second. 

“I need it.” You moaned, arching into her further, as though you were possessed. 

Harry would have wondered if she had been replaced by someone else, or bewitched - but you seemed to love it, loved everything she was saying. She seemed to be playing into a knowledge of your kinks, things that she knew would make you weaker and more lustful in her hands. Which was so Hermione that it was painful. Studying for something, keeping a backlog of useful knowledge. 

Harry just never would have guessed that she would have used her big brain for this. 

What made matters even more dizzying and shocking - this was Hermione and you. A pair he never would have thought up that also somehow made so much sense. Now, every single time the two of you snuck off giggling and Harry thought that it was just something girlish that he didn’t understand - he had to wonder what the two of you had been doing. 

The fact that Hermione had been Viktor Krum’s date to the Yule Ball and you had been Harry’s, but you and Hermione had been glued to each other all night made a lot more sense. Every single time the two of you walked to class together holding hands, every single time you showed up to the Gryffindor table with some kind of glaring love mark on your neck and Ginny or someone else asked you about it and Hermione had laughed when you named off a different boy from a different house - it all made strange sense in Harry’s eyes. 

This was you - one of the hottest, most sought-after girls at Hogwarts. The star of every single one of Harry’s wanking fantasies since you had given him a pity kiss under some mistletoe after a DA meeting. (He had a feeling that Hermione would be sneaking into those fantasies too, now, as much as he had tried to keep her out on the grounds that it would be rude to wank to his best friend). You, someone who was so gorgeous and so desirable and somehow never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend, as often as guys asked you on dates, and as often as you claimed to like certain boys and even flirted with them. 

Apparently Hermione had been keeping you on a leash this whole time. A tight leash - just like the way she was holding your tie, keeping you close, keeping you waiting with baited breath for her next move. 

“Mione-” You breathed out in return, a slight begging in your voice that had Harry light-headed in seconds. 

This was better than any fantasy he could have dreamt up. 

“Ah-ah. Hush, little girl.” Hermione fired back, that bossy condescending she always used somehow sounding all the more perfect in this context. “You’ve been such a proper brat all day, and you’re going to take what I give you, understand?” 

You nodded your head (as much as you could with the hold she had on you) and made a noise of affirmation. But Hermione gave another sharp tug on your tie, clearly displeased with this. 

“Come on, use your words now. Be a good girl.” She ordered sharply, the only thing giving away what must have been her own arousal being a slight hint of breath on her voice. Otherwise, she was entirely proper - not a single wrinkle in her impeccable uniform, her face entirely straight and firm as she stared you down with sharp eyes. 

“Yes, Mione-” 

“No, darling. Wrong again.” 

Hermione hauled her hand back, creating another loud wet sound as she hauled her fingers out of your pussy entirely. Harry harshly craned his neck again, and it was only then that it truly occurred to him, between his dizzy head, his cement legs and his hard cock painful against his pelvis, protesting wildly against his zipper, that he could actually move closer to get a better look. With his Cloak guarding him, he would not be seen. 

He tried his best not to rush, not to make too much noise especially as he got closer, and he almost scolded himself when he nearly missed out on it - the wet smack as Hermione brought her hand down between your thighs. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he never would have guessed that she had so boldly laid two rapid spanks right across your swollen, needy clit. Your skirt flipped up out of the way, no panties in sight, and giving her all the room in the world to do so. 

You harshly bit down on your own lip again, worrying the skin to the point where it was swollen and looked like it might even bruise, dampening down harsh cries from deep within your chest. Before Harry could worry that the tears pooling in your eyes had meant that Hermione had truly hurt you, you spread your legs wider and canted your hips more toward her, offering your body up for more. 

And then, you opened your lips again, seemingly to obey whatever implicit command she had given you with the spanks. 

“Yes, Mistress.” You choked out, putting stress on the title, as if correcting your earlier self. “Yes, I understand.” 

“Good girl.” Hermione replied, more breath this time as she used your tie to pull you into a heated kiss, and then shoved three firm fingers back into your waiting, leaking cunt. 

Harry’s head was spinning. 

He had never seen anything more beautiful and erotic in his life (not even when Fred and George had shown him and Ron those Wonder Witch magazines - no, this was much hotter and more perfect because it was so real). 

His mind was spinning with a unique kind of jealousy, something that told him that he was sure if he wanted to steal you away from Hermione because he thought he could - because he now knew all of your sexual preferences and he would use that information to play you, to do everything she was doing to you and more. He would make you the perfect horny little puppet on his painful, throbbing cock (he gave himself another squeeze through his trousers, suppressing a moan of his own). He would have you calling him ‘Sir’ and begging for his cock in no time, because you needed it - you needed to have your holes filled and you would fucking love it. 

Or if he wanted Hermione playing him like this - tugging on his hair, guiding him around by his tie like he was nothing more than a wretched dog, needing to be tamed. Wanted her using that bossy voice of hers to give him completely different kinds of orders - forcing him onto his knees to eat her cunt until she was satisfied, and - knowing her - she never would be. 

Harry’s mind flashed with an image of him on his knees before you, his head so perfectly framed by your plush thighs, with Hermione behind him, barking orders in his ear, a tight grip on his hair as she shoved him tighter into your perfect, messy, wet pussy. He decided that was it - that was exactly what he wanted. That would be the vision that haunted his dreams from now on. 

It was something that had him leaking enough precum to stain through to the outside of his pants, especially by the time your voice warbled out brokenly against Hermione’s chin, your thighs starting to shake, and Harry was sure that he would get the treat of seeing you cum on her fingers. 

He was sorely disappointed by what happened next. 

Hermione pulled back from you completely, creating another deadly wet sound as she pulled her fingers from your cunt once again - something that was almost drowned out by the pitched, disappointed whine that you let out. 

“Mione-!” You complained sharply, the nickname almost coming out as a sob from the back of your throat. 

You sat frozen on the edge of the desk, your legs spread wide as you stared Hermione down with glassy, disappointed eyes while she stepped back and grabbed a handkerchief from her bag that was sitting on a table opposite and used it to wipe off her glistening fingers. 

Harry rushed to get a better look at your cunt before you closed your legs, and Merlin - it was magnificent. Swollen and puffed from Hermione’s efforts, coated in your wetness, your clit stuck out from the hood and standing at attention, so damn needy, begging to be touched, your hole slightly gaped from where Hermione’s fingers had been. 

(Harry couldn’t help but to imagine how stretched you would be left by the thickness of his cock, how good you would look leaking with his cum…) 

“What did you expect?” Hermione said sharply, the edge of a sarcastic laugh on her voice. She was firm, not giving in to the pout that you were giving her. 

“You’ve been bratting up all day - I could have excused you flirting with Malfoy all through potions class-” She continued. 

Harry had noticed that too. He had simply thought that Malfoy would be your next conquest, not a simple flirtation to get on Hermione’s nerves. 

“If not for the fact that you didn’t finish any of your homework and you then decided to distract me from doing mine all afternoon.” 

Of course. Hermione doling out sexual punishments for not doing homework. 

Some things are just nature. 

Though, Harry knew, if there was one thing that would motivate him to do his essays - it would be the idea of getting to cum. 

“Of course you don’t get to cum, you stupid whore.” Hermione said these words how she said many things - as a final, finite declaration that was law. 

Hearing her speak such filthy words in such an authoritative (and nearly emotionless) voice almost caused Harry to cum in his pants on the spot. Almost. 

You let out a sigh of defeat and finally closed your legs, hopping off the desk and pulling down your skirt. Obviously, you hadn’t been wearing panties at all that day (which was another thought that would haunt Harry’s wet dreams) because you made no move to find a pair and put them back on. Instead, you simply turned around and gathered some of your books that were farther back on the desk. 

“How long?” You asked Hermione tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at her. 

Perhaps meaning - how long would she be angry with you? How long until she would finally allow you to cum? 

Harry’s stomach lurched - he imagined himself finding you in the hallway and pinning you against the wall, flipping up your skirt and finding your still wet, bare cunt, teasing you with his fingers and promising to give you everything that you needed as long as you surrendered yourself to him. He would let you cum - he would make you cum so many times that you would cry and beg for him to stop. And he would leave you tired, satisfied and gaped with his cum dripping from all your pretty holes. 

Perhaps it would be rude and underhanded to go after you simply based on a void that Hermione had left in you - but Harry was still feeling a bit of a petty sting from their argument the night before. 

Hermione stepped toward you again - careful, calculated, like a predator observing its prey. She put her hands on either side of your waist, and leaned forward to whisper something in your ear that Harry barely caught. 

“For as long as I want, naughty girl.” She told you. “You’ll take what you get, and you’ll like it, you understand me?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” You sighed loyally in return. Though your face was knit with a unique displeasure - clearly, you were still aching to cum. 

“And if I think for a moment that you have been touching your little whore cunt without my permission, I will spank you until every single person in Hogwarts hears you scream my name - understood?” 

She topped this off with a sharp spank across your ass, using her free hand to hold the fabric of your skirt out of the way to make sure it was nothing but free, burning, skin on skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, and began nodding furiously. 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

“Good.” Hermione told you. “Now, off to bed.” 

You began to walk off, but you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder, as if waiting for her to follow. 

“I’ll be along in a few minutes. I have to sort out some more books for tomorrow. Since I now have so much to catch up on.” She added the last part with a bit of snark, and you rolled your eyes, turning around and walking. 

Unfortunately, you abruptly headed in Harry’s direction and his stomach tightly clenched - he moved to press himself tightly into the bookcase, praying that you wouldn’t bump into him. 

Perhaps you felt him move, or you simply felt something… off, but you paused for a moment, and stared harshly at the space where Harry was standing. His heart began to beat hard inside of his throat, and he wondered how fast he would be able to run with his cock so uncomfortably stiff inside of his pants. You kept staring, as though you were expecting something to materialise out of thin air. 

“Y/N, go.” Hermione snapped. “Go on, it’s almost curfew.” 

“Yes, Miss Prefect, I’m going.” You sighed sarcastically in return, and walked off. 

Harry had a hard time not loudly gulping in air - not realising how harshly he had been holding his breath. 

He stayed there for a few more minutes and continued to watch Hermione. 

Jarringly, she was still so much of the usual Hermione. She was still absolutely someone that he knew so well, despite the secret sex persona that she had been hiding. Still biting at the skin around her nails as she concentrated on a thought, still fussing over which books to take, and still leaving the library with more of an armful than she could comfortably carry. Still somehow forgetting that she could just use magic to lug all the books to the Gryffindor common room instead of tiring out her arms - and Harry only fitfully realised now that this was only half her arm workout, and fucking your cunt raw must have been the other half. 

The whole time he stood there, Harry had considered revealing himself to her. 

He thought about begging to be let in on what the two of you had, even if he had to do something horrible to earn it first, to be worthy in her eyes - something like licking her shoes or wanking in front of her just to be ‘even’. But he knew that she would see the spying (even if unintentional) as a violation of trust, as something too creepy to be redeemed. She would probably hex him to hell and back, make him grow boils that would break open and bleed and never properly heal for the rest of his life - just for thinking about spying on her like that. 

So Harry knew that he had to keep this whole thing a secret, keep it close to his chest. He could never, ever speak about it to anyone. 

Harry forgot all about the book he had wanted. And, instead of going back to the Gryffindor common room behind Hermione, he took his aching cock to the Prefect’s Bathroom in an attempt to clear his mind. After making himself cum not once, but three different times, he finally settled into the hot water for a nice, long soak. He thought about it, and he realised that he was properly fucked - because he would never be able to look at you or Hermione in the same way again.

...

A/N: This is a oneshot, and at this current time, there is not going to be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. I might be open to writing a second part to this, but I don't have any current plans to do so and right now, it is not on my schedule. For now, if you are going to leave a comment on this fic, please leave a comment about the body of work that has been written instead of asking for more. If you want to see more Harry Potter fics that I have written, definitely check out my Harry Potter masterlist.

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how do you find friends who are willing to full on fist fight with you that sounds so fun

you have come to the exact right place. i love fist-fighting my friends in a consensual and harm-aware manner, and it's an important part of my nervous system regulation. however, you have to choose your sparring partners wisely. here is a step by step guide

1. signal your willingness to fight

you could of course communicate your idea foe a fight in a calm and open manner and have a healthy discussion about boundaries and consent, and that is a beautiful option available to you. i have however found that the easiest way, especially if your friend group generally consists of rowdy people, is to fake punch people. just pretend to swing at them and see what happens. do not actually hit them, just throw a punch from a safe distance.

2. find a worthy opponent

if they flinch, apologize profusely and never do that again. this person is not a good sparring partner. if they laugh and brush you off, or get irritated, they are also not a good partner. what you are looking for is for someone to give you a manic smile, put their fist up, and say "you want to fucking go?". that's your ideal sparring partner. and if they shake out their fist, position their feet, or general move with the confidence of a seasoned brawler? jackpot, baby.

now. you might be thinking that this is a gold you rarely strike. but there are at least five guys in my friend group who reacted this exact way. these people are a dime a dozen. you just gotta learn how to pick them out of a crowd.

3. determine if this is a sexual thing

now. there are many reasons people like to fight. it's possible and exhilarating to have a platonic brawl. however, many fights develop some homoerotic tension between the fighters. be aware of that risk, and if you are willing to take it with that particular person.

also, there are many reasons why fights can have sexual undertones. that's not a bad thing, but it's worth knowing before a fight, because you can maximize the fun for everyone. it would be a waste to pull your punches on a masochist, for example. conversations about previous fights can bring these tendencies to light. you know what they say about keeping your enemies closer.

4. get ready to rumble

honestly. all it takes to fight is a willing person and a soft enough ground. you have found a partner willing and able to fight you. you know what you are about. now all you have to do is to feign another punch. if they don't get the hint, start boasting about your fighting abilities even if it's a total lie while you do it to goad them into action. and the next time they shout "you wanna fucking go?" just say "yeah i want to fucking go" and charge at them full speed. roll around the grass. bruise you knuckles. release some tension. bond a little. i believe in you!

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since you said you didn't mind. it's kind of detailed so feel free to change things and if it doesn't work platonically feel free to write it romantically!

can i request tf1 orion/optimus and d-16/megatron both being like a platonic yandere for reader who works with them? (not them being together necessarily! i saw in your pinned that you don't ship megop, i was thinking it being more along the lines of the jettwins request you did?) i can see them, back when they were orion pax and d-16, being perfectly fine with sharing especially since their interest is platonic, like they're already best friends the two of them, but then everything happens and suddenly they're bitter enemies and the problem is kind of self-evident to them both. hope this is alright, i've never requested before but i really love your stuff!

Wowzers!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ 1st platonic request!! And thank you so much for respecting my limit about Megop. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Also, I'm so sorry for answering this sooo late, life has been kicking me in the aft latelyyy.

(TFO) Yandere!Orion Pax/Optimus & Yandere!D-16/Megatron for Cybertronian!Reader (Platonic)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, platonic relationships, kind off open ending. Reader is cybertronian and gender neutral. Use of (Y/N).

You met both Orion Pax and D-16 a few cycles after you were assigned to be part of the same sector they were in, a couple of days after they started to become friends.

Both were quick to take a liking of you and become quite protective the 1st time they saw Darkwing scold you. The guard (thankfully) didn't go that harsh on you on that scolding, but didn't hold back at saying his typical 'dumb miners' insults.

As Darkwing left, Orion and D-16 were quick to approach you, and while Orion said his colorful thoughts about Darkwing, making you laugh a ittle and D-16 asked about your well being, appreciating his concern, that's when your friendship between those two bots was born.

The 1st sign of their yandere tendencies was the fact that they changed (without your consent) your shift schedules, and now you are suddenly sharing shifts as them! The day it happened you had been forced to do double shift without a previous warning and while you were dead aft tired, Orion and Dee were there to make your day bright (of course, you never found out it was them that changed your shift)

Orion Pax beings as a worshipping and obsessive yandere, a little bit passive on the last trait but you were always on his thoughts. On the other servo, D-16 begins as an overprotective yandere, always keeping his optics on you and making sure you are well, safe and sound, to the point it's kind of tiring.

But if you put aside the many times it seemed both mechs had you trapped inside of your little bubble and how they were kind of ready to throw servos at Darkwing (even knowing they would lose) - you wouldn't change your boys over anything in the whole universe.

Orion loved to spoil you, giving you an extra energon cube (ignoring your reasoning on why he shouldn't do it) and was a master at making you laugh.

D-16 was just so sweet, always knowing what to say to make your mood improve and you loved to hear him ramble about his admiration towards Megatronus.

They were like your guard dogs - didn't allow any other bot to approach you if they were deemed not good enough or if they felt they had ill intentions.

And weren't you just the best? A good listener, always eager to speak with them and pass time too, making sure they were also okay and if they got hurt in the job (or Orion got his aft kicked by Darkwing), you were all over them, scolding them and just begging quietly to be more careful next time.

You made Orion Pax's need to find a way to help his people a stronger objective in life: he wanted to see you away from the mines, from the danger, to see you thrive and shine, become whatever you wanted and be happy. Be free.

You made D-16 keep working harder - if he got that promotion, he could get better life conditions and he would get you to live with him! He would take Orion too, of course, he wouldn't leave his best friend behind, but he wanted you away from working and risking your life, giving you the deserved time to take a break and be safe. Be yourself.

... Of course, Orion Pax had to get that bright idea of joining the Iacon 5000. Without telling you, he told his plan to D-16, and of course the latter mech was quick to turn down the idea.

"Dee, just think about it! We'll prove us, miners, are something else and gain respect! We'll make our (Y/N) proud and maybe get a chance at give them a better life!"

Ah, the idea made D-16's spark skip a beat. How he wished for that to be that easy.

... and, of course, they got their afts kicked (Primus, you must have seen everything!), thrown to the medical bay and then down to sub-level 50.

On the whole journey, Orion was moved by going back home to rescue you and the others, to show the truth and bring freedom. To break you free from the imposed, abusive life-style you were forcefully given, just like him and Dee.

D-16, on the other hand, was slowly letting his wrath eat him away - all these years, his whole life - YOUR whole life - got lied in the face, casted aside, hurt and endangered. He had to avenge you, he had to bring honor to your name and make Sentinel suffer just as you had suffered, and worse.

When Orion Pax saw how D-16 was changing for the worst, something was clear in his processor. He had to get you away from Dee if he didn't step back from his destructive thoughts.

When D-16 saw how Orion Pax was starting to doubt his way of thinking, something was clear in his processor. Orion would never understand, he was doing this for you, he was going to save you and no one else.

When Orion arrived back to Iacon and went to the miners, the very first thing he did was to hug you. "I mourned you!" You cried as Orion snuggled his helm against yours.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). I'm here now."

You fought along side him, and Orion the whole time tried to keep an optic on you, but when he had to deal with D-16, it was when things went south.

"He deserves to suffer!" D-16 cried in rage. "He has to suffer for everything he did to us! For everything he did to (Y/N)!"

"This is not how things must go, Dee!" Orion said, trying to stop him from killing Sentinel.

And just as you had arrived with Elita and Bee, you witnessed how D-16 managed to break free from Orion, prepared to shoot his canon at the false Prime and Orion got in the way. You heard D-16's pain as he held Orion from falling into the Well of the Allspark... and you saw him let go of the other. You wailed in horror and if it hadn't been for Elita and Bee, you would have thrown yourself to try and get Orion, going directly to your own death, too.

You saw D-16 become Megatron, killing with such brutality the false prime. You saw how the known bots cheered for him and chimed his new designation.

"... (Y/N), we are finally getting our revenge. We are finally free." He whispered, looking at you with those burning red optics of his. And as he ordered his followers to destroy everything, he was about going to go after you to take you away from everything, but both Elita and Bee got in the way.

And then Orion - no... Optimus Prime was back. And the moment he saw the fear and hope in your optics, he didn't hesitate to fight Megatron. And while they fought... something in you broke.

What happened to the D-16 you knew? What happened to the Orion Pax you knew? Your best friends, the mechs you knew you could trust and hope to live your life by their side, to get their blessing on whatever bot decided to be your conjux endura and keep passing many days and nights living your little own adventures and working hard together or gaining a better life... what happened to them?

Despair was slowly eating you from the inside.

Orion Pax died out of your reach and D-16 died somewhere you would never see him. And there were two unknown mechs that had their faces, voices and shape. Your best friends wouldn't fight each other, aiming to destroy the other, hurting each other as if two enemies from many centuries. Your best friends... what happened to them?

Deep inside of your sorrowful spark, you knew something. Whoever won, whoever managed to make the other stand back, would define your future.

The weight of Orion's dead spark and D-16's faded spark felt heavy in your chestplate as you saw Optimus Prime and Megatron fight. in their optics shining brightly their sole objective: To win and save you.

I hope you liked it! NGL rn I'm suffering a burnout from my workplace, I am suffering fatigue, but writing this brought my mood up! I hope I did it okay. (❁´◡`❁) Vhaos out!

[jd-loves-fiction]

Appears in your askbox again like a plague

Same platonic premise with Boothill, Blade and Gallagher but reader gets kidnapped by their previous captors (reader is a former slave) in the heat of conflict

🌑honeypop if your requests are a plague I wanna be sick 😭 CRIIINGE also this got so angsty good lord 💀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

PanicpanicPANIC

He's never shot people so quick, get space Guiness we've got a record

Getting rid of anyone who gets in his way without a second thought nor a moment wasted - he's never felt more like a machine

He just wants-- no, he needs you to be safe or he might go crazy from the guilt

He was supposed to protect you, he promised

He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt on his watch

So he's shooting people like it's going out of style, quickly tracking your captors down and making his way to you

You'd best look away when he finds them... He's not exactly a merciful man when it comes to his enemies

When he finally gets to you - he doesn't experience adrenaline anymore but - his head is spinning

He's approaching you carefully, doing his best to speak softly and try to make you laugh, so you know you're safe now

He'll swear to you again that this will never happen again

Utterly heartbroken that due to his metal body, he can no longer even give you a hug as comfort :(

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Another one panicking, except it's slightly different

Because of the mara he can't let himself be consumed by his panic and anger because he might end up hurting - the LAST thing he wants

But my god is it difficult to stay calm

He's lost too many people already and we've seen what he's willing to do to bring them back

He's rampaging to your side while trying not to lose himself to the mara

Hope you dont mind him making sure they can never do this stuff again because he's not holding back on the fuckers once he finds them

His rage overtakes his concern to the point that he becomes so focused on paying them back that he only remembers why he's doing this after they're all dead

Immediatly rushes to your side after calming himself down - god forbid he sees even a sliver of fear in your eyes when looking at him or be might throw up

Terrible at expressing his concern, at least verbally, so with your consent he's holding you gently and carrying you to safety - silently comforting in the way he usually is, with an edge of anger and guilt this time

But if you dont want him near you for the time being, he'll be heartbroken but undertanding, though he'll still stay close to your when he can as a means of protection - he just cant let this happen ever again

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Nonchalant no more

All the way chalant, he's freaking the fuck out

True guard dog, genuinely surprised someone got past him since he tries his best to keep an eye on you during fights - clearly he needs to try harder

Tries his best to stay calm in order to focus on getting to you but man it's hard to do

No matter what you are the priority, but he really wants to mess up the people who dared do this again

Tell him you want revenge please and he's hunting them down to the ends of the galaxy

But if you tell him to drop it, he will - you're absolutely his priority, even if he really wants to rip those people to shreds

With his skill set it wont be too difficult to find you and get to you, quickly and efficietly taking care of anyone in his way

When he finds you, he's quick to read the room to figure out what you need

Space? You got it, he'll just stand a little to the side so he can still protect you

Revenge? No need to ask him twice, he's on it

A hug? 🥺He might cry, of course you can have a hug

He's a pretty heartfelt guy but he's got a good head on his shoulders so he understands that this was not his fault but his heart still aches for you

Let's you sit by him at the bar as he works; cracking jokes and teachin you a few bartending tricks to get your mind off things. At least until he can be sure that it wont happen again

[snail-day]

hi hi hi snail!!!!

i have a big question for you sorry if you've already answer it!!

how do you think, out of yandere man, who would infantilise the reader the most and in which ways?

idk i just had a really weird random thought that some of them could be really dramatic during your period, insisting that you need special care like massages/stretches and etc with which they will of course help cause they believe you are too silly to know such things and cant be trusted to do them properly on your own (we all know where it ends tbh...)

thank you in advance with each of your post i fall in love more and more with your blog (and platonically with you (with your consent))🌹

❄️

mwah mwah mwah

Love you ❄️ anon!!! Apologies if this is bad. 😔 im a bit blind right now but this invaded my thoughts more than I'd like to admit.

TW: Infantilization, slight smut, period care (in his way), Humiliation, Yandere behaviors.

This is so Nanami coded but!! He doesn’t infantilize you by calling you baby names or dressing you in frills (though he does sometimes pat your head a little too often, acting like you’re a particularly slow student who finally got the answer right). He does it by removing your choices (isnt that so sweet?), and making it feel like he’s doing you a favor.

It starts with your period, sure. You're tired. He gets it. So let him handle dinner tonight. Let him draw the bath, pick your clothes, rub the cramps out of your belly with slow, circular movements while chastising you about how you always try to push yourself too hard.

Nanami doesn’t trust really most menstrual products. He’s read too many clinical papers, knows exactly how common TSS is and how poorly most products are regulated. He doesn't like the idea of anything being inserted unless it's medically necessary, or unless he’s the one putting it there. (You always get so squeamish when he tries to put the tampons in)

Tampons? Too invasive for yourself to do and you won't let him do it. Claiming its gross. So what if he's licking his fingers afterwards. Its you. Menstrual cups? Never, too foreign. Pads? Uncomfortable, messy. Sometimes they're bleached. What if you get a UTI? No. It’s all too much risk.

So, he handles it.

He doesn’t forbid you from using them. Not exactly.

He just starts leaving alternatives on your side of the bed. Softer, organic pads folded neatly in a linen pouch. Washable, reusable, gentler for your skin. No dyes. No fragrances. “Better for your pH,” he murmurs softly. “Less risk.”

He always says it so calmly. So kindly. And it’s hard to argue when he’s already drawing your bath, one hand stirring the water to check the heat while the other rests briefly on your waist, keeping his silly girl beside him. You don’t even notice how often you stop making your own decisions.

He insists on helping with cleanup. Always has. Not in a humiliating way, at least not in his eyes. Gentle touches. No fanfare. Just his hands and his voice and the faint scent of sandalwood as he kneels between your legs, work sleeves rolled up.

“Looks like you bled yourself again,” he says softly, more observation than complaint. “No, baby, they don’t make heavier ones (they do). Just let me take care of you, okay?”

His breath brushes against your damp ruined panties, and your thighs tense without meaning to. You can almost see the need in his eyes at the bloody mess you made.

“Sit back,” he murmurs. “I’ve got it. You just look pretty for me.”

His thumbs hook the sides of your panties, sliding them down with ease, his fingers grazing your skin with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. He steadies you with palms braced gently on your hips, firm enough to say stay still. His eyes flick up to your face, reading every microexpression as his hands return to the mess between your thighs.

But it’s never just that. You know that now.

Because the moment your breathing changes, the second your thighs twitch or your voice falters, he notices. Doesn’t stop.

“Sensitive today, aren’t we?” he hums, wiping you clean with slow, gentle movements. Not cruel. Not teasing. Just... aware. Like he’s logging each reaction, committing it to memory. His fingers linger, just slightly. Press a little firmer. Trace lower until you're bucking into his palm.

“You’d rush this,” he says gently, brushing along your skin with the cool damp towel. "It's why I need to take care of you"

He shifts to sit more comfortably, one hand stroking along your inner thigh while the other continues cleaning you, soft cloth passing over your folds, too tender to be neutral. Then he sets it aside.

“Are your cramps bad?” he asks, thumb beginning to draw slow, soothing circles over your clit. The tone is so sincere it makes your stomach twist. Like he really wants to know. Like he’s trying to ease them for you, and not get you wet.

But the pressure deepens. His thumb shifts lower, brushing against your slick entrance. His breathing stays calm, even as yours slips into something needy and short. When your hips buck, reflex, nothing more, he catches them with one large hand and holds you still.

“Oh?” he murmurs, low and thoughtful. “Is this helping... or am I making it worse?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already kissing your belly, then your hipbone. His mouth brushes the plush curve of your inner thigh, reverent and hungry all at once. His other hand strokes your skin, thumb ghosting over the softest part of you like he’s trying to memorize the way it twitches.

“You’re not in the right state of mind to take care of this properly,” he says at last. And his voice is so calm, even now. Even with his face buried so close, his breath making you burn.

“Not when you’re like this,” he adds, lips brushing your skin.

Slow, precise strokes of his fingers dipping inside, testing what makes you gasp, what makes your walls flutter, how you pulse around nothing. He’ll edge you with just enough skill to make your belly tense up, to dull the pain into something soft, flushed, wet. Then he’ll ease off.

“This is what you need,” he says, curling his fingers inside you as you pant out needy whines, hips twitching. “Not pills. Not pads. Not anything foreign inside you.”

And then he pushes in deeper. One finger. Two fingers. Three if he feels like you're ready.

Slow, deep. Curling gently inside. Then maybe more. His mouth. His cock. Something thicker. He’s already cleaned you. You’re already in his care. What difference does it make now?

“You poor thing,” he whispers. “You never know what’s good for you until I show you, do you?”

But then it never stops there.

He orders your groceries. He tracks your supplements. He installs a cycle app on your phone but shares it to his own device too.

And if you argue?

Nanami never raises his voice. He doesn’t fight. He just tilts his head and asks, “Why would you want to take unnecessary risks?” Or worse, he’ll go quiet, disappointed. A quiet so heavy it makes your chest ache. Makes you feel guilty. So how could you not give in?

Because you know he’s not doing this to be cruel. You know he’s doing this because he loves you. Because he doesn’t trust you to care for yourself, not because you’re weak, but because you don’t value yourself as much as he does.

He’ll pick you up early from work without warning. You say, “You didn’t have to,” and he kisses your cheek and answers, “But I did.”

He’ll reorganize your closet to make sure only comfortable things remain. “You looked so uncomfortable in that skirt. I got rid of it.”

He going to control your world without ever admitting it’s control. It’s just what you need right now. Just until you’re better. Just until you can be trusted not to neglect your own well-being. At least thats what he keeps telling you.

[wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasacar]

Thinking about this again

Aside from Juri's obvious recognition that Utena and Anthy's relationship is on some level romantic and Utena being a closetcase about it

She says her feelings for Anthy are only "pure" and I just realized that maybe there is another way to read/level of this scene where it's not just about Utena's relationship to her own queerness and feelings for Anthy but also she has to be aware at this point that Anthy can't consent to any sort of romantic relationship with her in any meaningful way anyway, right?

Anthy has to always appease the victor and Utena already learnt that the hard way so even if she does have feelings for Anthy she can't do anything with those feelings and I wonder if the whole "my feelings are completely pure only" thing is maybe her feeling a little guilty about it and she also reinstates to Juri that she doesn't mean she's homophobic so maybe that's not even what she's talking about. The whole need to defend that "Psch no, I'm definitely not in love with the girl who has to do whatever I say and probably then would pretend to love me too if I were to be and also act on it which would make me no better than Saionji and even if she loves me too our dynamic makes it impossible for us to be together because she still wouldn't have the choice to leave and I would never know for sure if she really does. I don't want that for us and it'd be awful of me to ask that of her but I will always be her friend. My feelings are only and can only be platonic because if they're not then my relationship to her can never be pure."

Or she just said no homo so they're straight of course (/j lmao)

[donvampiro]

idk if you're comfortable with it, but i'm falling back into self harm again. can you write sanji comforting a female (i prefer romantic, but it can also be platonic dw) reader with self harm.? it's such a rough time and him comforting me might help me. thank you so much and sorry again. if this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this!

hello Anon, please don’t be sorry, your pain is valid, so is your search for comfort. thanks for your request, i hope these little headcanons will help you to feel a bit better. take care <3

MASTERLIST - Welcome

***

'Everything'

Vinsmoke Sanji x fem!reader

TW : self-harm mention

he has been taught to love and appreciate women. all women. but you… you’re different.

it’s not even about being a woman. you’re Sanji’s everything. you’re the elegant light of the moon in the darkness of night, a beacon in the storm, a guide in the labyrinth, a pearly jewel that no treasure can equal, a delicate rose that has accepted to smell a bit like tobacco.

being your boyfriend is like a blessing for him. that’s why, when he finds out, it breaks his heart in a million pieces, and a part of him blames himself for not having been able to pick up on the signals, for not having been able to know — to act — sooner. nevertheless, now that he’s aware, Sanji’s ready to support you in any way you need. he’ll never let you endure any suffering alone again. never.

he’s very attentive to your moods and what’s happening around you that might trigger you, while being careful not to overwhelm you, because he knows that he can be clingy sometimes. it’s just — he sees, he feels when things aren’t going well. so, whenever you'd feel an urge, Sanji would know it somehow, and would do everything he could to help you. no matter what, you are his priority.

he would make sure to keep your hands occupied, in whatever way possible. holding them tenderly in his would be heaven, whether you were walking around the deck or simply staying comfortably together, enjoying the safety of each other’s presence, away from prying eyes.

if you give him permission — he’s very serious about consent — then rest assured Sanji wouldn’t let you leave his arms. he would try to chase away the thoughts that are torturing you with all the hugs, caresses, kisses, and sweet words whispered in your ears to calm you, reassure you, and remind you how precious and beautiful you are, how much he loves you and is there for you. he will always be there for you.

spends the whole moment with you. he’s not leaving until you feel better, caressing your scars and kissing them with a sweetness that he hopes will put your mind at ease.

if he arrives too late, Sanji will make it a point of honor to take care of you himself, to bandage your wounds, all with the precision and delicacy of the fine cook that he is. his gaze is soft but veiled by all the sadness in the world: if only he could do more. but, on this subject, he’ll never really tell you about his own feelings — you are the only one who matters to him. still, maybe his sadness would give you the courage to start quitting.

he’d sweetly smile up at you. why don’t you take your mind off things and cook something nice with him? — your favorite dish, of course, or anything that might make you feel better. Sanji’s passion for cooking is only matched by his passion for you, so if he can use his skills to make you feel better, he definitely will.

he will never force you to talk about what’s wrong. it’s part of your privacy. however, if you decide to open up about it one day, Sanji will be there to listen to you, with the greatest attention, and without ever judging you.

[kleinv01]

my unimportant thoughts below :

my friend and i were chatting about this the other day, and he mentioned that Yael would definitely be the most gift-giving person ever— even if for example, MC preferred to keep their relationship entirely platonic. hearing that made me so happy because that’s exactly how i intend Yael to be perceived lol, he’s the kind of person who would remain friends with someone even after being rejected, that is with your consent, of course. if you’d rather cut off all communication, it would really leave him heartbroken—but he’d understand entirely.

so yes, my answer is definitely Yael. he’s the most likely to spoil you. second would be Al. since Al struggles with expressing himself verbally, he’d opt for leaving you little gifts or trinkets instead. imagine finding a small item on your desk with a note attached—messily handwritten. short and sweet. <3

Klein would probably be on the same level as Al, though his ways of showing affection leans more toward physical touch and words of affirmation by his default programming. but, if you do prefer receiving gifts, he’d happily indulge you! (don’t ask where he gets the money for them—or who says money is even necessary? klein has his ways, and nothing would stop him from spoiling you.)

[kiame-sama]

Pregnancy Announcements Pt 2

Pt 1:

Continuation with Kailm, Jamil, Cater, Trey, Riddle, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Epel,

Warnings: Yandere, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, pregnancy warning, afab reader (though I will keep pronouns they/them), large mention of poly relationships with the fellas (many mention poly relationships), by selecting 'view more' you consent to view content and are of age to view content, some have oviposition based on the species, mainly ficlets, any appearances made by Grim is solely platonic, some graceful responses, some not so graceful responses, all positive responses, mostly fluff minus some teasing and confusion, not all take place at the same time, various 'relationship routes', mostly poly relationships, various poly group dynamics

Note: the ages next to their names are their ages in the current time in the HAE, not the ages they become fathers

Golden Sands

Kalim Al-Asim (45)

"(Y/n), my golden sand flower, where are you?"

Kalim called as he returned from a quick flight on his carpet. Sure, he could have easily taken one of the many cars available to him, but there was something special about taking the carpet that he just couldn't replace. It was natural for his large home to be bustling with activity, but this was far more than usual and it threw Kalim off guard.

Of course, when he didn't immediately see his soft little Human mate or Jamil coming to greet him he was on guard. Usually one or the other would greet him and scold him for his daring stunts with the carpet or for running off without anyone to keep an eye on him. The fact that none of the staff even gave him a secondary look had him making a quick beeline for his beloved's room, not liking how everyone seemed to be in a buzz over something.

As he entered the large chamber, he couldn't help but call out in relief when he saw the soft Human laying back atop the scales of the Naga. Said Naga was massaging their shoulders as they leaned back into the Naga's touch. The way the Human lay- with Jamil's coils gently wound around their soft stomach- interested Kalim enough to make him pause for a moment.

As unaware as the Genie is of things around him, he could actually pay attention and notice when there was something different, and there was certainly something different.

"Kalim," Jamil's prompting tone snapped the Genie out of his stupor, "come here, (Y/n) has news for you."

Kalim was quick to join the Human and the Naga, climbing into the nest of coils and pillows, not noticing the way the Naga glared at him angrily any time the Genie stepped on his coils. Kalim was quick to cuddle into his beloved (Y/n)'s side, smiling up at them and chuckling as they ruffled his white hair.

"Kalim, you know how we have been talking about the Al-Asim family and how you need an heir?"

"Yeah! My baba says I need to 'put down roots and start a family with that exotic Human'! He has been on my back about having a child since I started at NRC."

"Well, I guess he can leave you alone about it now."

"Oh? Why's that?"

Jamil sighed loudly and shook his head at the forgetful and idiot Genie that the Human had somehow also fallen in love with. If only he could have split (Y/n) from that smiling fool and kept them for himself, but there was no turning back time now. Apparently some people found the lack of braincells attractive.

"... Because I'm pregnant."

"Oh, (Y/n) that sounds great! I-"

The golden Genie paused for a moment, his red eyes wide in surprise as the words actually clicked in his brain. He stared at the Human's warm stomach again and slowly reached out a hand, lowering himself down to their stomach.

"I'm gonna be a father... I'M GONNA BE A DAD! JAMIL, I'M GONNA BE A-!"

"STOP YELLING! We are both right here, you don't need to yell!"

Jamil's scolding fell on deaf ears as the Genie was bouncing around excitedly and not listening to what the Naga was saying. He was too busy leaping around and cheering loudly for all to hear. There was no question that Kalim was overjoyed.

~~~~

Jamil Viper (36)

"Hey, Jamil, can I talk to you really quickly?"

The Naga smiled gently as he glanced up at the soft Human standing in the doorway. He had been preparing dinner for his beloved mate and the idiot he had no choice but to keep around. Still, he always had time for his beloved, even if he didn't have time for the Genie that hovered around him obnoxiously.

"Of course, my precious Boa, what do you need?"

He was quick to wind his tail under the soft Human, propping them up and making a kind of chair out of his coils for them. They smiled and rubbed their cheek against his smooth scales, only making him smile in return. If only he didn't need to share with that foolish Genie, but (Y/n) was worth it to him.

"I have exciting news for you, and something that might make you angry."

"Did Kalim take you flying on the magic carpet again, despite me telling him how dangerous it is if you fall?'

"... Maybe."

"He-!"

"Before you get mad, here's something that will make you happy."

Jamil crossed his arms, still frowning in frustration but willing to wait and listen to what his beloved needed to say. They gently picked up one of his hands and rest it over their stomach, noticing how Jamil used his secondary eye-lid to blink instead of his typical eye-lids.

"The Doctors confirmed it, I have six healthy eggs forming their shells!"

This actually made Jamil's expression change, a genuine smile taking over his surprised expression as he hummed happily, his tongue flicking out as he raised their soft body towards him. He could detect the faint change in their hormones and he couldn't help but feel a quick shot of pride in his chest, knowing that the eggs were absolutely his. Thanks to being half-human, his young would never need to know the pain of being in service to another. He may not be free of his shackles to Kalim, but his children would be free of the Al-Asim.

"Have you told Kalim yet?"

"No. I wanted you to be the first to know."

"With our young we can... wait. Does that mean Kalim took you flying on the carpet while you are pregnant!?"

~~~~

Wild Cards

Cater Diamond (23)

"This is the third day in a row..."

Cater frowned as he held back the messy tresses of his Human lover. The morning seemed just fine and seemed to be any normal morning, but a sudden bout of sickness had him holding back the hair of his beloved while they whimpered from the force of their sudden illness. Trey was cooking and had tried to give (Y/n) a break after their sudden sickness the prior two mornings.

"Hey, Cater?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"Can you keep a secret from Trey and Riddle for me?"

"... Depends on the secret. You know how Riddle will act if he thinks he was denied need to know information."

The Human sighed, getting up to grab their toothbrush and scrub out their mouth. Cater didn't blame them. Sickness was no fun, especially whatever kind of sickness this was.

"You know how Trey and I went shopping two days ago?"

"Yeah, you had that doctor's appointment and Trey wanted to get some things for the Bakery."

"Well, the doctors told me something interesting during that visit. Apparently I have several interesting gel-like beads in me. They're steadily expanding and seem to react well to water."

This stunned Cater as he almost dropped his phone, his wide eyes reflected in the screen in front of him as he glanced up. Had he heard them properly? Because that sounded an awful lot like Water Nymph Cores.

"How many?"

"The doctor counted at least four, maybe more."

"We... we're gonna have our own Nymphs?"

"Looks like."

Cater was overjoyed, feeling so blessed for his mate and for the potential of little Nymphs of his own. To think, even screw-up Cater Diamond could make Diamonds of his own to love and cherish.

"I can't keep this a secret because I have to annoy the hell out of Riddle for this, you know that, right?"

"Why?"

"Because he swore up and down that you would have his foal before Trey's foal or my cores."

"Tell me you three didn't make a bet-"

~~~~

Trey Clover (25)

"Are you feeling any better, love?"

Trey asked gently, glancing back to his back where his Human lover sat, letting the Kelpie carry them back home. They had suddenly gotten faint while they were out shopping at the market and Trey was quick to take his love into the shade. Of course he was happy to wait for them to feel a bit better before he started back for home.

Naturally, Riddle was demanding Trey bring them home immediately the moment he was informed they weren't feeling well, the Unicorn high strung as ever over every little problem. No worry was too much as far as his mate was concerned. Trey agreed with Riddle on that, but he also knew that Riddle tended to make others more stressed, not calm, so he wanted to give them a moment before taking them home to the Unicorn.

"Trey, If I tell you something, will you promise me you won't freak out?"

"... Yes."

It was a boldfaced lie and Trey knew it. He figured there was something on his beloved's mind but didn't want to press the issue despite his own concern. He figured his darling (Y/n) would let him know if there was something bothering them. If it was something big, he couldn't promise he wasn't going to be emotional about it, but he would try to keep himself contained for the sake of his beloved.

"That check up I had the other day... It confirmed I'm pregnant, and judging by the lack of a horn on the embryo, I would wage the foal is yours."

"My-"

Trey cut himself off, looking surprised and elated all at once. Naturally, Trey wanted a good sized family, and he was sure to get that with Cater and Riddle also working on getting their young into the soft Human they shared. Still, he would be lying if it didn't fill him with immense pride to know that he had managed to get a foal into (Y/n) well before Riddle.

"This is wonderful news my love, but you should have told me earlier. I wouldn't have pushed you so hard to come shopping with me, or I would have at least carried you on my back more."

"Where's the fun in that?"

(Y/n) shot back playfully, smiling at the happy Kelpie and leaning forward to give him a gentle kiss. He was quick to return the affectionate act and was excited to gloat tell Riddle about it when the two returned to their home.

"Think we can have a few more before you have Riddle's?"

~~~~

Riddle Rosehearts (46)

"Riddle?"

"One moment, love. I have to figure out what this prescription says..."

The Unicorn stood in the kitchen, frowning at the papers in his hand. Of course, (Y/n)'s doctor decided that they were going to hand-write instructions and the penmanship was almost completely illegible. Riddle was besides himself with frustration because it made his daily task of getting his beloved's medication ready nigh impossible. How was he supposed to give the proper dosage if he couldn't tell the difference between an 'E' and a '3' due to the poor writing quality?

"Riddle, it actually somewhat has to do with that medication."

"It's just no use! I would think they would print this on the label and not trust some fool who can't even hold a pen properly to write it out!"

"RIDDLE!"

The Unicorn squealed slightly in surprise, his weight shifting to his back legs as he reared up from the sudden shout. The Human wasn't exactly pleased to raise their voice at the Unicorn, but it did get his attention and make him look over at them instead of the bottle in his hands. Riddle had been prone to startling easily- especially after the complications they had with Trey's Foal- so he was more than a little frazzled with loud noises.

"Riddle, that medication is not for those who are pregnant or nursing. I can't take it anyway."

"(Y/n), the medication is to help you with-"

Riddle cut himself off, tilting his head slightly as his brows furrowed in confusion. Had he heard that properly?

"Wait. 'Pregnant or Nursing'? But I thought they were already weaned a year back-"

"Yes. I am currently pregnant again, Riddle. Why do you think I had Trey take me to the doctor's office yesterday?"

"Is... is it Trey or Cater's again?"

"For the love of- No, you absolute pain in the ass Unicorn. The ultrasound showed the clear blunt horn already formed on the embryo. It's your foal."

This made a sudden and drastic change overcome Riddle as he began smiling excitedly and trotted over, pulling his beloved up and into his arms. Finally! Finally it was Riddle's turn to be a proud father!

Sure, he had been so proud of the several healthy Water Nymphs and twin Kelpie Foals his darling (Y/n) had brought into the world in the past, but to hear it was his young they were now carrying was more gratifying than anything that could have been said to the Unicorn. Now he was gently nickering and resting the side of his horn against their head in an affectionate gesture.

"They'll be beautiful and smart, just like us."

"Of course they will be. I just have to get through this pregnancy first!"

This made the smile quickly fade from Riddle's face as he now realized that- as the father of this foal- the responsibility of caretaking and ensuring all doctors appointments were booked in advance fell on his shoulders.

"Don't worry, (Y/n)! I'll take care of everything for you!"

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The Pride's Pack

Leona Kingscholar (36)

"Oi, Mousey, where did you disappear to?"

The Nemean Lion asked with a clear frown, not keen to be kept out of the loop when it came to his favorite little squeaky toy. Naturally, anything that involved his Mousey was his business, especially when not even Ruggie or Jack knew where the Human had wandered off to. Despite the wild difference in the personalities of the three beast-men, the group was well paired enough that they weren't in constant conflict.

"Your mother took me to see the Kingdom doctor to check up on why I have been so queasy and sore recently. Luckily the doc knew what was wrong and we have a plan set up for the next few months."

"Next few months? Mousey, what the hell is making you so sick you are going to be unwell for months?"

"Oh, I don't know, try two cubs?"

"What are you talking about, the only cub we have is Grim-"

Leona went silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed as he raised a brow at his soft mate suspiciously with his head cocked to one side. Slowly his ears angled back and his tail began to lash as those green eyes continued to stare, locked onto his beloved Human's form. He had quickly figured out what his dearest Mousey was talking about and had to now decide how to respond.

He figured it was going to happen eventually and he wasn't exactly displeased with being the first out of the three mates to actually manage to have cubs with the Human. He already looked after the rather large Hellcat as his own, no reason he couldn't be a good father to his own cubs. There was no possible way his cubs would be half as annoying as Cheka.

"About damn time."

"What?"

"I figured you were going to accept our seed eventually, and I wanted the first to be me. You're mine first and foremost, I only share with that leech Ruggie and Puppers Jack because you asked me to. Good way to show I am the dominant mate out of the group."

"I'm genuinely surprised you want cubs."

"You kidding me? More than half the Kingdom adores you and all of the females have already decided they will follow you if you leave, cubs only makes them like you more. Not too interested in Falena's title, not while I have everything I could possibly want right here. But I don't see why I can't plan for it."

"Leona!"

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Ruggie Bucchi (21)

"You sure you're feeling alright?"

The Gnoll whined gently, lowering his head somewhat to press against the Human's shoulder as he worried over them. Ruggie had the right to be concerned, always the one nearby any time fatigue or sudden odd cravings overtook his darling mate. Seeing as the symptoms had yet to abate even after several weeks and a trip to the Kingdom doctor, he was worried.

"I'm sure Ruggie. Odds are I will continue to feel like this for a bit longer yet. But I have news to share with you, and I need you to relay it back to Grammy Bucchi for me or she will be cross with us both."

"What is it?"

"Ruggie, you know how I got really sick like this before?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember why I was getting sick?"

"You were pregnant with Leona's cubs- don't tell me you're having another litter of his!"

The Human laughed gently at this, taking the concerned Gnoll's clawed paw in hand and smiling at him. The warmth of their hands on his paws was soothing and he slowly began rubbing his elongated muzzle against the soft flesh to calm himself. The cubs were already a bit of a nightmare with how much they were like Leona despite barely stringing together a few words and he could not handle another batch.

"No, they're not Leona's. I doubt he would want more cubs with those two. He's so smitten and proud of them already it is ridiculous. No, these ones had a more... unique profile. The doctors are certain from their voracious appetites that they are Gnoll Cubs."

"Wait," Ruggie's body had gone stiff as he cocked his head to one side, "you're telling me... that I'm gonna have Cubs? You're not joking, right? We're really gonna have cubs?"

Before the Human could respond beyond a quick nod, the Gnoll was cackling loudly and leaping in place. He was clearly excited to have his own cubs and apprentices in all ways to make money. Not only that, but Grammy should be thrilled to hear of the next younglings to be brought into the Cackle. Who knows, Perhaps one of these cubs will be a female and will be next to lead the Cackle.

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Jack Howl (18)

"I swear, it was the same smell as before with Leona and Ruggie's!"

Jack continued to insist, swearing up and down that the Human's scent had changed in a way he could somehow detect. Naturally, this meant both the Werewolf and the Human were sitting waiting for the final determination from the Kingdom Doctor. She was quite amused and was willing to entertain Jack's concerned insistence that the Human gets checked over due to this new scent.

"Well, I have to say, the Werewolf is right."

The warm voice of the patient doctor drew the attention of the two waiting. Naturally, the news that he was correct made Jack's tail begin to wag in a mix of pride and relief. Jack had been adamant that he was correct, and that almost overshadowed the realization that soon dawned on his mind.

"Wait, so if I'm right... who is the other parent of this round?"

"Would you like to see?"

The doctor turned the screen of the ultrasound around so both Werewolf and Human could see the tiny heartbeats on the screen. Though it was somewhat difficult to see, there were indeed several little heartbeats as the doctor moved the ultrasound wand around to examine the growing young.

"Yes, based off of their tails and the shapes of their muzzles, I would say these are healthy Werewolf Pups. Congratulations the both of you."

Jack's tail could be heard long before the doctor stopped speaking, his tail slamming against the chair. It was easy to tell how the Werewolf felt about the matter as he almost began to wriggle and wiggle with excitement. Soft whines escaped the Werewolf as he tried and failed to contain his emotions, his ears laying back as his body began to wiggle as well.

"Pups..! Pups..! Pups!"

"Something tells me you may need to take him out to run for a little bit," the doctor chuckled softly as she smiled at the wriggling Wolf, "he may have to howl about it if you don't get him out fast enough."

The Human chuckled in response, nodding as the gel was cleaned off of their soft stomach, getting up with the excited Werewolf bouncing in place next to them.

"Okay, Jack. Let's get you outside so you can have zoomies."

"Pups! Pups! Pups!"

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Fruit Bearers

Epel Felmier (23)

"(Y/n)! (Y/n), where in tarnation have ya ran off to?"

Epel frowned as he searched the orchards, idly pausing to check in on the apples that were just beginning to reach maturity. He was a skilled apple harvester at heart despite his slight worry for the Human he held near and dear to his heart. To think, little Epel was the one to win the Human all for himself.

"Over here!"

"Goodness, ya darn near gave me a heart attack, ah don't want to hear any excuses-"

"Epel, calm down. Where on earth could I wander off too? We're in the heart of an orchard."

"Ah'm just sayin', ya can't wander off. It doesn't matter that we're hidden away in ah town on the outskirts, we both know those darn poachers are relentless."

"I know."

Epel sat down next to the soft Human he adored, resting his head on their shoulder as his flowers gently rubbed against their cheek. the soft petals tickling the skin of the Human ever so gently.

"So, why did ya want us out here again? Ah thought ya weren't feeling well?"

"Well, You know Granny and I had to go visit the doc in town a few days ago after that terrible stomach ache of mine. I doubt you'll be surprised to know they found some stubborn seeds taking up residence. From what I'm told, they should be ready to come out soon enough, though I don't know if winter is the best time to plant them..."

"Nah, gotta wait till spring ta- wait. Seeds? We- We have seeds?"

"Yes, Epel, we do! Though it is a bit of time for us to wait until spring, are you sure they'll be okay until then?"

"Nah, we're planting them in ah greenhouse, even if ah got ta make it myself! Ain't no way Ah'm waiting until spring for this!"

[stinmybubs]

“Rot My Brain” Fluff!

AN: I cannot stop thinking about Katsuki, he’s rotting my brain to the core. I’m gonna mix in some of my irl bfs actions with Katsuki’s personality cuz sometimes they clash. And omg I can write Kenma off my bf for sure. This will be my titles for all my brain rots!

Here’s a lazy Picrew banner divider thingy -

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader!

Katsuki can’t keep his hands off you. Every minute he has his hands somewhere on your body, for him it’s not only comforting but he loves to keep you close. Making sure every moment he has is next to you, not to mention he barley knows how to express his love in any other way.

This became a habit ever since you two became close friends, except it was more platonic touches than how of course. When you were friends he would put his hand on your back any time you were just standing next to him.

Katsuki doesn’t care for other eyeing where he touches you, because why would he care what a bunch of extras think? You’re his girl now, with your consent he can touch you wherever he wants!

“Katsuki~!” You giggled as he grabbed you from behind and just sat there for a minute, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. “My love!” You smile in the comfort of his arms. The two of you were currently in the dorm room hallways, he had caught you on the way back to your dorm from the showers.

“Hm?” He answered, just trying to soak in the fresh smell of your shampoo and body wash. “I need to put all my things away.” You place your empty hand on his arms, hanging on to your small basket of shower necessities. “Don’t wanna let you go..” he tightened his grip onto your waist.

“Love I need to put these away then go talk to the girls about something.” You try moving forward a bit only to be stopped in place by your bulky boyfriend. Damn, why’d he have to be this beefy? You thought to yourself trying to look at him by turning your head slightly, only seeing the top of his head.

Katsuki loved holding you. It felt like everything would melt away as soon as you were in his arms. He felt just lighter, calmer, and overall recharged after dealing with the idiots in Class 1-A.

“One min’…” he pressed his face deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath. This action tickled you, letting out a beautiful giggle as he took in your scent. “Katsu that tickles!” You laugh.

Oh how Katsuki loves your laugh. He can never get enough of you.

Katsuki was clingy, indeed. But he of course gives space you need or space he needs. But sometimes you two don’t even notice when he’s clinging onto you, or any sort of touch he has because it’s just so normal for the two of you.

Well everyone else knows and try not to say anything about it.

“You and Bakugou are so cute!!” Mina cheers, shaking you violently “oh how I wish I had a man like that…!” She was so giggly. Finally you were able to hang out with the girls after Bakugou let himself recharge and let you be.

“Thank you Mina.” You grab her arms to stop her from shaking you. The girls loves to gush about relationships, especially as one as lovey dovey as you and Katsuki’s relationship. They always tell you to spill, kiss and tell.

You only shared small details, not too many because you knew how Katsuki likes to keep your relationship stuff private. He really doesn’t want it to get to the guys. Even though they see how clingy he is and tease him about it all the time.

“Fuck off! Yer’ all just mad you can’t get a girl to touch ya!” Katsuki yelled, rolling his eyes at Sero and Denki’s teasing.

Katsuki, sadly his room was bombarded by some of the Class 1-A idiots. What did they want? To poke, tease, and stick their noses in each others business. All he wanted was you in his bed, letting him hold you.

“Cmon man! You don’t even hide it, at least some guys would keep the touching on the low!” Denki teased. Katsuki just glared at him, slumping against the edge of his bed.

“Guys he does have a point, how can you tease him for loving his girl when you guys don’t even have one?” Kirishima, always coming to defend Katsuki. At this point Katsuki was just tuning them all out, he just wished he stopped you from going to hang out with the girls so he could cuddle you.

Katsuki loves you, he wouldn’t stop you from pursuing anything. He wouldn’t stop you from having friends, or even going out with them. Sucks that he just wants to be with you all the time. Just being around you was comforting.

Katsuki was getting impatient, he wanted these guys gone and you in here pronto.

“Alright fuckers get out.” He stood up, starting to push out the protesting guys. And once those guys were out, he pulled out his phone to text you.

Katsu( ˘ ³˘)♥︎: cmover. Now.

The sudden buzz of your phone startled you, going to see who had texted you, a smile spreading across your face. You excuse yourself from the rest of the girls and they all happily wave you bye. Off you go to see your clingy loving boyfriend.

Katsuki loved touching you. No matter what nothing will change. His eyes will never leave you, and his hands will always cling to you. You’re a high that never ends. And he loves that you accept his touch, his love, and his temper. He loves you.

AN: I hope you like this! I was spit balling and just rotting my own brain with Katsu :3 let me know if you’d like a tag list or anything! Love you guysss.

[physalian]

10 Character Dynamics the World Needs More of

Me handing out character dynamics like free samples at the Mall Food Court: “Take one! Or two! You’ll love it!”

I don’t care how many times these tropes have been done – write more of them. Write all of them. Fill out your author bingo card one by one.

1. “No one gets to kill you but me, Old Friend”

This. Right here. Primo rival content that I *live* for. All the juicy history between two old frenemies, the character drama, the backstory, the titillating unknown of what drove these two to rival status, bitter enemies that respect the heck out of each other, to the point that hell hath no fury should one get knocked down without the other’s consent.

And, of course, the moment where it seems all bets are off, when the rival comes to save their ass only to hand it back to them at a later date. The angst! The shipping fodder! Need I say more?

2. A bigger, badder villain, and their minion

You, reader, spend countless hours hating the guts of the big bad villain. They’re evil, they’re vile, they’re sadistic, heartless, irredeemable bastards. They killed your favorite character for shock value. The big bad moustache-twirling antagonist… is actually not the biggest fish in the story.

Either they’re coerced into doing evil as a puppet of the Bigger Bad, a tragic villain in their own right, or they have some reservation, some line even they won’t cross, someone else’s boots they have to kiss, someone who features in their nightmares, as they feature in the heroes. They end their stories dispatched without a thought by the Bigger Bad, or redeem themselves in death by taking out their masters. It never gets old.

3. A leader and their lancer: besties

You know what’s better than leaders and lancers who have zero faith in each other and are constantly bickering about who should be in charge? Leaders and their right-hands who adore each other (platonically). They have each other’s backs, they know each other’s greatest strengths and weaknesses and are each other’s perfect covers.

They can communicate with looks and vague gestures alone, they compliment each other’s flaws and misgivings, build up the rest of the team when they’re down on their luck, and should misfortune strike either, they pull out all the stops and show off exactly why they’re not to be trifled with, so that even the villain is afraid.

4. “I don’t even know who you are”

Oh, but you will. This one twists the knife, robbing the avenging hero of the importance in this world they’re desperate to maintain. They are their own hero, the sun revolves around them… but not to this one asshat that ruined their life and doesn’t even remember doing it.

An entire identity built upon the finding, fighting, and overcoming of this wrongdoer, every other goal in life cast aside for this one impossibility. Either the villain toys with the hero to make them irate, or gets suckerpunched by some pissant fueled by vengeance and spite and divine purpose to dole justice where justice is due.

6. The jaded badass and their naive ward

If the last 8 years of media is anything to go by, we still love this trope, whether it’s in a galaxy far, far away or a fungi-zombie post-apocalypse, or in the twilight hours of an era of legendary mutants. The best part of this trope? You get two often contradictory character types in one body. The pessimist, PTSD-ridden master of old with no living friends left and at least one dead love interest *and* beneath all that, still lies an atrophied heart of gold just waiting to be nurtured and revived.

The naive ward gets a hard lesson in how crappy the world can be, but also in how there’s still some goodness left, if their guardian cares about them. The jaded badass in turn, learns how good the world can be, that there’s something still worth fighting for beyond the next bottom of a bottle.

6. The enemy of my enemy (is my friend)

Similar to the “old friends”, this trope is often a result of the minioned Big Bad realizing they don’t want to be evil anymore. Or, bitter old rivals, sides of a war that have been fighting for generations, ideological polar opposites, fundamental polar opposites all come together when: Some evil schmuck managed to scare them both.

Doesn’t matter on what shaky ground this temporary alliance is built, or how long it lasts, equally-competent badasses on both sides finally work together and compliment each other’s strengths, and compensate for their weaknesses, in a way their teammates never could.

7. The irredeemable villain’s only wholesome connection

Not so irredeemable anymore, now are they? This trope messes with your head, taking a character you know has done heinous acts of terror, but who cares unflinchingly, unabashedly, about one thing – either their lover, their pet, their relative, or their kid.

This exists independently of the heroes and is not the same as an “oops I guess I’m your father” reveal. I’m talking this character who everyone is convinced cares about nothing and no one but themselves and their ambition still has a place in their soul for something they want to protect, they want to be loved by, or that they must spare from their atrocities.

8. Platonic Heterosexual Friendships

These two have seen each other at their most vulnerable. They’ve shared fears, dreams, desires, know each other’s deepest, darkest secrets. They’ve seen each other exhausted, frazzled, dressed up, dressed down, bloodied and broken and like a raw, open nerve. These two would die for each other, they would live for each other, and yet.

They’re not in love with each other. They’re wholly comfortable in each other’s spaces without lust and desire mucking up the atmosphere. Neither is the one, neither wants to be the one. They remain together not for the bonds of romance, but for the bonds of friendship, and nothing could be stronger.

10. The Ace and their best friend, the Self-Proclaimed Slut

These two respect the f*ck out of each other. One never mocks the other for lacking desire and in return, they’re never mocked for their promiscuity. They’ll never walk in each other’s shoes, but they don’t need to, to understand that’s just how some people are. They’re each other’s safest spaces when the world doesn’t take either of them seriously.

They’re each other’s biggest defenders against the bullies, presumers, the holier-than-thous who think they have it all figured out. They’re the perfect compliment to give advice on everything from relationships to the best outfits for an outing because there’s *zero sexual tension* between them. Or, maybe, if the stars align, they’re something more.

10. The redeeming villain, and their staunchest skeptic

This villain has lost everything – their home, the respect of their people, their worth, their evil ambition, their identity, and has begun working their way up from rock bottom doing everything in their power to show the heroes that they’re serious. They make amends, they break their bones proving themselves, they’ve swayed everyone they’ve wronged in the hero camp.

Except one. The one character that was probably their first defender, and got burned for it. The character that was naive enough to think this villain could be saved, and was wrong. The character that won’t be duped again without some serious drama and soul-bearing between them.

Now tell me which ones I missed!

[brain4stew]

Can I have 1x platonic/romantic headcannons? :D

Its completely ok if not! I just like ur writing style and even tho I love romantic 1x cannons I haven't seen platonic ones I dont think. :>

P.s. by reading this, x1 Crispy hii™️ has been added to your inventory (use it to beat the $h!t out of ur enemies)

Ofc, ofc! I’ll gladly take that ™️ ty, ty! 🙂‍↕️

(Reminder that the characters might be ooc, as I do not know their exact personalities and actions and all that!)

1x1x1x1 (1x4) romantic and platonic headcanons. (Separate)

Romantic. 💝

It’d take some time for 1x4 to get used to you, especially if you’re a survivor. They’re a killer, for crying out loud! They’re supposed to kill and hunt down survivors!

Overtime, he’ll get used to you, and slowly but surely get attached to you. He sees your potential. How you can predict his attacks, minions and how to actually strategize. (Unlike some fata- mb.)

She’ll watch you, watching how you act, react, and how you move whenever you’re not against her, and against a different killer.

He’ll get a bit annoyed and mad whenever you’re extremely low on hp, but you survive nonetheless. Which only fuels his fascination with you.

When it’s their turn again, they don’t kill, they just approach you, and just stay by you. You’re of course on edge. Why would a killer not attack or try to kill you? Let alone, the being of literal hatred.

Overtime she’ll ask you a few questions here and there, you answer of course, with some hesitation, whilst keeping some answers hidden.

They’ll eventually become a friend of yours, or… Friendly to you… Not the others… But you don’t mind it. You know they’re a killer still.

After a lllooonnnggg time of being friends with him, he’ll ask you out. You’re hesitant, but accept nonetheless. You both keep your relationship a secret of course. You’re still a survivor, while he’s a killer.

Safe to say that, she’s quite attached to you. She’s like some grumpy feral dog, that’s putty in your hands only. (Sorry-)

They’ll cuddle you, hug you, and, kiss your hands, with consent of course. They don’t exactly like PDA or touch a lot, even in a relationship they trust. It makes them feel vulnerable. And they hate that.

He cook’s for you as well, even if you know how to cook for yourself and all that. Let him cook for you, it brings him a strange feeling of peace, and happiness… Don’t ask why, just accept the damn food he makes for you…

Platonic. 🧑‍🧒

The same as in romantic, it’ll take some time.

They’ll eventually become your friend. They might even see you as their sibling/cousin/child/parent.

She won’t say it outright, but it’s quite obvious that she’s cautious when it comes to killing survivors. Actually scared for once, that you’ll be disappointed in her, and scold her…

He’s seen near and around you, taking care of you, and helping you with whatever you need.

They don’t trust any of the survivors, except for 007n7 surprisingly, to be near and around you. Mainly because they know that 007n7 was and still is a father. A father of a child who’s a killer.

She doesn’t care that 007n7 is near you at all, but she’ll still keep a wary eye on him. Just in case he tries anything stupid in her eyes.

He’s not the best parent/sibling/cousin/child you could have, but he’s surprisingly a decent one. Even with the bubbling hatred within him.

They hide away their swords, and any and all things that are sharp, and that can hurt you. They don’t want you to get hurt at all.

He’s a surprisingly good cook… For some reason… But you don’t question it! Food is good!