#Oh to be smothered in kisses and to smother a robot in kisses on the catwalks

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Holiday Party

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 31❄️❄️

We did it! 31 requests in 31 days. My goodness. And what a fun one to cap us off too. I was hoping for a holiday party one as i had a few ideas in mind, hope you all enjoy and also, be on the look out for one more thing sometime tonight :)

Prompt: Christmas party at the plex, bonus for mistletoe shenanigans, andddd moon has a Santa hat lmao I can ask her for more details if you need!! ^^

Word Count: 1726

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"Sun! You have to hold still!" You laugh as he fidgets again. "You're going to end up ripping it and we don't have time to get a new one. 

You're attempting to help him put on a Christmas sweater, working against the laws of physics to get the thin neck around his too-big head. You're almost there, but he keeps moving around, as he always does when he's really excited like this. 

His rays pop out just a tad before they react again, voice slightly muffled by the sweater. "I know, I know! I'm sorry, I can't help it, Sunshine!"

"We're almost there, just a little more... there!" The sweater finally makes it over his head, and you see his smiling face once more. 

He jumps up, and adjust the sweater a little before standing proud, hands on his hips. "Well, how do I look?"

"Oh, very handsome." You put a hand to your chest. "The green really matches your eyes."

"Why thank you~" He says, and you both giggle. 

You look around for the antlers, snatching them up and handing them to him. "It's a bummer Moon won't let you wear the nose."

"You know him, always a downer." Sun fixes the headband on his head, you'd made it just for him so that it'd fit well. "At least he's wearing the hat."

You look around for your bag, grabbing it and slinging it onto your shoulder. "Very true, he'll look out of place if he doesn't."

There was a Christmas party tonight at the Plex, and anyone and everyone was going. That included yourself, the Daycare Attendant, and the other animatronics. It was going to be a night filled with fun and good times, and you were more than excited about it. Especially since this was your first holiday season with Sun & Moon as your partners.

"Ready to go?" You ask, as Sun makes the final adjustments to his head gear. 

"Just one thing left!" He bends down to your level, and out of nowhere, pulls out another pair of antlers, situating them on your head. "There! Now we match."

You giggle, and stand on your tip toes to give him a quick kiss. "Thank you. Now come on! We're going to end up being late, and we'll never hear the end of it from Freddy, bless his heart."

Sun's rays flutter and he nods quickly, grabbing your hand and taking the lead as you exit the Daycare. 

The entire Plex is decorated to the nines in decorations, but not in a tacky, corporate way like you'd expect. It's festive, but not overbearing. You can't help but admire it as you walk through. 

When you arrive to the West arcade, you find it's just the same, all sorts of wreaths, tinsel, and more are strung up all along the walls and railings. There's a massive tree situated next to the DJ, who grooves along to holiday music, he's also dressed up. A stovetop hat on his head and a giant fake corncob pip in between his teeth. You wonder who helped him with that one. 

You see the other animatronics are all dressed up as different holiday characters too. Freddy is playing the part of Santa, Chica's an elf, Monty makes you laugh with his Grinch costume, and Roxy looks fabulous as the Sugar Plum Fairy. They too, express disappointment that Sun's missing his red nose, but compliment your outfits nonetheless. 

The night proceeds exactly as you expect. You chat and catch up with coworkers you haven't seen in a while—ones you worked closely with prior to the Daycare—and Sun visits with his friends. You dance and sing along to different Christmas songs, DJ Music Man even dims the lights every so often so Moon is able to participate too. He gets many compliments on his red hat, and he merely mumbles 'thank you' in response. 

"It's true, it suits you well." You comment as another person walks by. 

The two of you are slow dancing to an older song, one you can't think of the name of currently. 

Moon tsks, looking down to you. "I'd believe you better if you weren't smiling so much, Star."

"It's true!" You laugh as he spins you. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."

He hums. "I suppose that's true. You're a terrible liar."

"Hey now, it's Christmas, be a little more considerate, yeah?"

Moon dips you, leaning in so your foreheads touch. "Considerate of what? Your bad lying skills or your feelings?"

"Both you jerk!" You swat at him as he chuckles. 

The sound of giggling a bit behind you, beyond the edge of the dancefloor distracts him momentarily, looking away from you. 

"What's that they're doing over there?"

You tilt your head back to look, and you see an upside down couple kissing under mistletoe that one of them is holding up, your heart drops to your stomach. Oh no. 

You swallow, looking upright again with a sheepish smile. "Well, funnily enough, you know that 'me being a terrible liar' thing we were just talking about?" You laugh nervously as his eyes narrow. "I uh, may have been doing a better job than you think."

It hadn't meant to happen, rather, it was a slip up that you just never corrected. Mainly, because you knew if either Sun or Moon knew what mistletoe stood for in relation to Christmas, they may go a bit, wild with it, to put it lightly. So, you just, never told them what it represented, skirting around the topic and saying something like 'it's just something you put up for the holidays'. 

You'd done this in the hopes that one day you could bring it up causally—preferably long after Christmas so they couldn't retaliate—and things would be much easier on you. 

Now though, you've been caught, and you quickly realize they're not going to let you off easy with this one. Your face and ears burn as you mumble out your explanation, and before you've even finished Moon is marching you over to the couple, politely asks them where they found the dubious little herb, and drags you along to retrieve his own. 

Once he does, you're forced to sit at a nearby table, in a quiet corner of the party, and are subjected to several kisses. Then, once you think it's over and you're free. Moon walks over to DJ Music Man, and to your horror you realize he's asking the bot to turn up the lights. 

Moon's expression is cat-like as he wiggles his fingers goodbye to you, Sun appearing in his place. He takes a moment to reapply his antlers, then whips to face you, eyes nothing but devious crescents as he waves cheerfully to you, walking back. 

"Oh lord I'm not strong enough for this." Your head goes into the table, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed. You're thankful now that someone spiked the eggnog, meaning no one is really paying attention to your little table in the corner. 

Unfortunately for you, not everyone at this party has the ability to drink eggnog, liquor-infused or not. 

There's a clink as something is set down on the table in front of you. A glass of punch you realize. You look up and to your right and see Chica's standing there, whistling as she glances to the side. 

She glances over at you briefly. "Thought you could use something to cool you down. Your internal temperature is reading as feverish, hot stuff. There's nothing in it, I didn't think you'd want that."

"You'd be right." You snatch up the drink, downing it in one go. You gasp when you finish, wiping your mouth. "Thank you."

She winks. "Anytime. Now go get 'em tiger! Freddy can only distract him for so long."

Your face starts burning again, and turning back you see that Sun is indeed currently talking to Freddy. He's still got the friendly demeanor he always has, but you can see how impatiently he's tapping his foot. Based on how happy Freddy is, you're guessing he has absolutely no idea he was sent as sabotage. 

"Right. Thank you." You stand up suddenly, chair squeaking as you do. Chica laughs, clapping you on the back before you walk off. 

When Sun sees you approach, he snatches up his opportunity. "Ah, there they are! Sorry to cut things short, Freddy, but I was promised another dance."

"Of course! No worries my friend." Freddy waves as Sun starts to lead you away again, barely able to say goodbye. "Have fun you two!"

Sun turns to call back to him. "Don't worry! We will." 

You gulp. 

As opposed to another private corner, Sun leads you up one of the staff stairwells. You're going up to the catwalks, you realize as you step out onto the platform, high above the party. It's a little quieter up here, but still just as lovely. You walk out to roughly the middle, Sun sitting down with you facing him in his lap after a moment. 

"This is, um, quite the scenery change." You say, glancing around. 

Sun tilts his head, tone as mischievous as ever. "I thought the change would be good, since it's not as easy to hide away. And you do seem oh so flustered."

"That's so not fair." You say as he kisses you. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you! I knew this was going to be the result."

Another kiss. "You don't seem to be complaining."

"Well no, I'm benefiting from it a great deal. Complaining is the antithesis of what I want currently."

Sun laughs at that, and you do as well, wrapping your arms around his neck as you initiate a kiss this time. 

"I've had a lot of fun tonight, you know. I'm glad we got to do this."

Sun's arms wraps around your back, encircling you in a warm hug. "We are too. I love you, Sunshine. Merry Christmas."

"I love you too." A kiss to his cheek. "Both of you. Merry Christmas."

You spend a large remainder of the rest of the party in each other's arms. And you would have gotten away with it too, had you not forgotten to wipe Sun's faceplate off, covered in bright red kisses marks from the lip gloss you'd worn. 

Totally worth it. 

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Thank you for the request @ccccaptain-clownyyy!! As i said i was hoping for a holiday party one, glad I got to do it to finish us out :)

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Heyy,love your headcanon stuff! Especially the Batboys things

Wondering if you could do a few headcanons with the Batboys where the reader gets injured from a sport,work or something like that and they hide it from the Batboys?

It's all good if you can't or already have written something similar to this :)

Dick

Thought everything was okay until he started to notice how you’d carefully and meticulously planned out how you should move your body, which almost made you look robotic in the process.

That was when he knew something was wrong when you refused to let him hold your afflicted side, strict that you weren’t in the mood for it, but it was obvious to dick that wasn’t the case.

He’d even notice your breath hitched in your throat when you moved a certain way too fast, pulling on your injured side in a way that caused you to stop and try to breathe through the pain that was coursing through your body before continuing on with your day as though nothing had happened.

‘Are you okay sweetheart?’ He’d ask softly as you held your side instinctively when you caught it on the edge of the counter, it was a brief bump but it was enough to have you fighting back tears from streaming down your face.

‘No.’ You’d whimper, ‘I’m not. I’m hurt dickie bird.’

With that dick immediately gets you to bed and assess the situation with your side, only to see a particularly nasty looking bruise blossoming across your side in hues of purple, yellow and more. ‘Oh why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ He says as he gingerly held a pack of ice against your bruises, holding your hand with the other as you squeezed it the moment the ice pack made content with your tender side.

‘I didn’t want you to worry about me and my stupid bruises.’ You admitted and dick couldn’t help but kiss your forehead.

‘I’ll always a worry about you sweetheart, no matter what I’ll always worry. So let me take care of you now.’ Dick told you as he then dedicated the rest of his spare time to making sure to ice your bruises while smothering you in kisses and words of affirmation into your skin to take your mind off of the ache in your side.

Damian

He just knows you’re hurt and it’s best not to act like you’re not because it’s not fooling him in the slightest.

Even if you tired to pass it off as something that’ll go away eventually, Damian would see through such an excuse with ease.

‘If that’s the case then why are you still struggling to pick up a kettle when making yourself a drink?’ He would ask and suddenly your mouth became dry and a mind blank of ideas on how to answer that.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Damian to know that you were full of shit and were only making things worse for yourself out of sheer stubbornness to not admit to him that you were hurt.

So Damian took it upon himself to make sure that your hand was properly bandaged, while telling you that you were not allowed to do anything that could cause you more discomfort or make things worse for yourself.

However he would personally over see your healing process himself when he wasn’t on missions, making sure that you were taking your medication, drinking enough fluids and eating enough food while doing the harder tasks for you without a single word uttered past his lips.

Damian was serious about your healing and didn’t want to see you further descend into pain if he could help it while with a look of perpetual annoyance upon his face.

‘If it bothered you so much to look after me then don’t bother-‘

‘No.’

‘No?’ You asked.

‘I don’t trust you to not hurt yourself even more, so let me do it until you can actually lift a kettle again.’ He said and you couldn’t help but smile at his way of saying that he didn’t want you to further hurt yourself out of fear, even if he did possess a unique way of saying it, but you wouldn’t have Damian any other way.

Jason

Had a suspicion that you were injured the moment you didn’t allow yourself to fully utilise your foot without groaning, grabbing on the nearest surface to steady yourself before trying to act like nothing ever happened.

Once Jason had enough of you pretending you were okay, when you clearly weren’t, He doesn’t hesitate to carry you off to your room with little struggle and put you down on your bed.

‘Jason what the-‘

‘You’re hurt and you didn’t think to tell me?’ Jason asked, a little hurt that you didn’t seemly guest him enough to admit to them you were injured, which only made him wonder about all the other times you had been hurt but didn’t say anything to him and instead suffered in silence until you were passed off as fine.

‘I didn’t want to worry you!’ You replied, seeing the hurt in his eyes and immediately feeling bad about your decision because you knew Jason valued honesty and respect in your relationship, and so you could only imagine what was going through his mind upon finding out that you were hiding something from him after having told him everything in your relationship thus far.

‘Of course I’m going to be worried when you’re hurt, you’re hurt and I don’t know how!’ Jason exclaimed but his hands remained gently when elevating your foot on the closest pillow he could find within reach. He then placed a soft, featherlight kiss to your ankle, leaving a pleasant tingle there as he looks at you tiredly. ‘I just want you to come home safe and not in bits, I just want to protect you and keep you happy.’

‘You already do that enough as it is jay birdie!’ You cried as you grabbed his hand and held it close to your chest, thumb rubbing at the pulse point on his wrist soothingly, while kissing each and every one of his fingers. ‘Besides I just tripped up on something when on my daily jog and it sprained my ankle, nothing more, nothing less.’ You explained to him as you pleased with your eyes for him to believe that you were telling the truth.

Jason, being the massive softy that he was towards you, sighed and squeezed your hand. ‘Okay chipmunk but I best not see you walking on your ankle until you’re better.’ He said sternly and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘As long as my jay birdie is the one taking care of me, then I’ll never step a toe out of this bed, it’s too comfy.’ You said and Jason visibly relaxed as he kissed your forehead. ‘That’s a shame, I like the aspect of having to carry you back to bed, I didn’t get my morning kiss before you left for your daily jog after all.’ He whispered against your skin.

You and Jason use your sprained ankle as an excuse just to cuddle and spend time together to make up for lost time between the two of you.

Bruce

Another one who’s sharp eyes immediately knows that your hiding your hurt from him.

The biggest give away was the fact that you didn’t put much weight on your afflicted foot and instead poorly attempted to hide your hobbling and facial expressions of intense discomfort you’re putting yourself through just to leave him unsuspecting.

You failed on all grounds when dating/married to a detective/vigilante.

Bruce knows you’re not okay and he’s not going to allow you to make things worse for yourself either, as soon enough he has Alfred help him set up a comfortable space for you to properly rest for the foreseeable future, making sure you had everything you could possibly need and more to make your healing journey more durable.

Even if you tried to deflect any and all notation that you were hurt. Bruce would look at you unimpressed because you were talking to someone who had once tried to fuck up thugs with a couple broken rips, fractured bones and more, only to be stopped by Alfred who walked him back to the manor like a disappointed and overtired father.

Bruce now understood what Alfred felt when he practically had to carry you to your shared room where you were to remain bed bound, not until Alfred said you were cleared to walk the manor without flaring up your injury.

‘This isn’t fair! It’s just a sprain!’ You cried as Bruce made sure that your pillows were fluffed and that your comforting blankets were even fluffier.

‘A sprain that could’ve worsened with how you treated it.’ Bruce replied as he put aside the ibuprofen gel and paracetamol tablets on the nightstand along with a glass of water before gently but quickly elevating your bandaged foot with a pillow.

‘Still i could’ve handled it myself.’ You muttered under your breath.

‘If by better you mean make it worse and prolonging the healing process, then yes I’d say you had it handled well.’ Bruce said sarcastically that you couldn’t help but notice the irony in the statement.

‘You’re just as worse!’ You pointed out, ‘how many times has Alfred has to stop you from going out at night while severely hurt?’

‘Too many to count.’ Bruce said under his breath but he only smiled at you and kissed your forehead before getting up from the bed and moved to the door of your shared room, but just as he was about to leave he gave you a pointed look. ‘You.stay.here.’ He gestured to the bed before leaving you to look up at the ceiling, knowing that if Bruce was going to be looking after you, there’s was little to no chance that he would let you step even a toe out of bed without looking at you like a overtired husband.

Bonus: baby dick and Jason are your ‘bodyguards.’ Who will tell Bruce if you even tried to leave bed before you were fully healed.

[aliensubstance-xxx]

Sanders Sides x GN!Reader HC (& some General ones)

ahhh forgive me if this is a bit clunky! I don't usually do stuff like this but I need to get it out of my brain hah

What they're like kissing you:

Logan is by far the best kisser of the bunch! He starts off a little robotic or unsure, but after a while he starts to experiment, figuring out what you like most and getting good at it.

Prepare to be completely breathless and kiss-drunk and for him to just stand up properly, readjust his tie and go about his day. He's got a schedule to keep, after all.

Patton is a very silly kisser, he likes to press kisses to any and all bare skin (and covered!) he can reach, and will grab hold of you and just smother you in kisses :)

Be wary if he goes anywhere near ticklish spots- he will blow raspberries there

Roman is so dramatic when he kisses you- it's all big gestures, like dipping you or picking you up and pinning you to the wall etc. He kisses you so deeply you could swear you hear a musical crescendo in the distance.

Unless he's feeling more mellow, in which he'll still kiss you deeply, but just...quieter and softer, tipping you up by the chin and just breathing in your space.

Virgil is, obviously, quite a nervous kisser. He'll never settle his hands- he wants to have them all over you at once, on your hips, on your shoulders, clutching your hands to his chest, in your hair, anywhere. He gets flustered quickly too, he'll kiss you deeply and then bury his face in your shoulder (You can feel the heat of his blush even through you clothes) until he can kiss you again.

Oh, and he's a biter. Don't be shocked if you manage to spend some time making out with him and you end up in teeth marks and hickeys (and sore lips)

Remus is...sloppy is probably the best way to describe it. He's passionate and enthusiastic, so much so that your kisses will be all teeth, tongue and spit.

He will also lick you. sorry.

Janus is actually quite the reserved kisser- he's a little embarrassed about his snake mouth when it comes to kissing (He'll never say it out loud.). He does want you to enjoy kissing him as much as possible, so maybe after some snake themed compliments he'll take off his gloves and pull you in by the hips.

Catch him by surprise with chaste kisses as much as you can- he'll make a pleased little rattle/hiss (like a purr?) out of surprise. It's very cute.

General HCs:

Small TW for, minor angst & mention on injury, innuendo and reference to genital piercings on the last one.

Despite being identical, they all actually have very small differences! That being said (and totally making sense)

Logan has the biggest hands- noticeably. Man's hands could wrap around your entire being with ease. ahem sorry. Moving on.

Roman is slightly more muscular (still chubby though. good lord), and has one or two scars he got while in the Imagination and decided to keep!

Janus, obviously, has his scales and his eye. His scales go cross his shoulders, elbows, hips and knees- he's also got a little forked tongue and a glottis under said tongue. (The glottis is what snakes have a the back of their throat- it helps them breathe while swallowing large prey...and in Janus' case-)

Virgil has two tattoos- a ring of thorns around his right finger (Right ring finger for individuality, thorns for hardship and struggle) and an earthworm on his left forearm (Rebirth, especially to do with the life cycle. and he thinks it looks cool. He wanted to get a spider but he didn't want to frighten Patton.)

Patton gets a little cut right under his heart whenever Thomas is genuinely heartbroken- he has a little collection of scars there.

Other than their lobe piercings, Virgil, Janus and Remus all have other piercings!

Virgil has an industrial on his left, his secondaries, and two conches on his right ear.

Janus originally had snake bites (when Thomas was a teen. Janus wasn't always as refined as he is now) and one helix piercing.

Remus' has however many piercings he wants on any given day- he takes them out every night and re-pierces however he sees fit every morning. (This includes his frenum piercing. On his willy. look it up but be warned for penis.)

That's all for now! If you liked my stuff and want to request something (minific, or more hcs) feel free to shoot me an ask :) hope you enjoyed.

[melanatedkink]

My Booster Seat

Pairing: DekuxReader

Quirkless AU (aged up obviously)

Warnings: Smothering, Bondage, Oral (both receiving), begging, y/n being a tease, mentions of puppy, baby, and good boy, and swear words, male orgasm

It wasn't often that you found yourself on top. And you were fine with that. Between Izuku working from home, and you working double shifts at a restaurant and a bookstore, typically Izuku was the one with the energy to make your brain melt. Whether it be picnics in the park near your neighborhood, or blowing your back out at that front door, his feral attitude toward making you feel appreciated seeped in every crevice of your psyche and you lived for it.

You came home early, only being called to one job today, and giddily scampered up to Izuku's home office. You inched through the crack the door, stealthily creeping behind his chair. Just as he was reciting his robotic goodbyes to his peers, a fat bundle of to-go boxes smacked right on his desk.

He flinched, hard. "Babe!" he clutched at his chest, cautiously swiveling toward you." You're gonna give me a heart attack, doing that,"

" A "welcome home" would be nice," you whined, pecking his freckled cheek," It was hard day today,"

"Oh?"

Oh he recognized that voice. See, you wouldn't dominate with a stern, commanding aura. Sure that was evident once you got down to business, but you were subtle to start. And you used a particularly sweetened tone with him to hint at your ulterior motives before even having to say anything. It was something he had to get used to, but man, it wasn't a difficult task to indulge that trait.

He watched you saunter off to the drawer, dismissing the tantalizing scent of burgers wafting under his nose.

"How hard of a day was it, darling?" he questioned, his stomach tightening as you faced him from the corner of the room.

From your lithe fingers dangled a green silk tie, the one he used when he was forced to turn the camera on for more important meetings. You shifted your weight between your legs as you eyed him through your pretty lashes. He bit his lip at that sight.

"The type of day that makes me wanna be really good for my husband,"

With his wrists firmly fastened to the bedpost, Izuku watched as you rounded the bed. Your eyes didn't meet his at first; you were more focused on his large, bare frame splayed over the middle of the bed. Your husband really was a knockout. For a man who sat at his desk all day, there was no earthly reason why he had to be shaped like an Adonis. And with his biceps perfectly exposed via his bondage, you were fighting the urge to just bite and kiss every inch of him. You did however, shower him in well deserved compliments.

"You know you really ought to consider how it feels to have such a gorgeous man as my husband," you considered aloud, "There's only so many hours I can take before my mind starts to wander,"

"Where does it go, baby?" he indulges you with your title. A sweet subversion to the role you were currently playing. Oh, how you enjoyed your little ironies.

You ended your little journey at his left, taking a seat on your knees next to his head. As you raked your nails through his fluffy curls, you mused, "Your sexy body is always a nice start," you leaned forward, dodging his awaiting lips in favor of his jawline," your moans," you continued down his neck toward his collarbone," but today...it would have to be your dick,"

He groaned as he felt your teeth press into the divot at the bottom of his throat. Sensitive.

"Mmm fuck, what are you gonna do with it?"

As you sunk your nails deeper into his hair, his eyes fluttered. You were getting really good at that. He braced as your lips hovered over his ear," I want to suck you off, babe,"

With that, you rose and slipped your underwear off. As you climbed on, with your butt facing him, you made a show of your arousal. Deku sunk his teeth deep in his lip. God you were so sexy. Just the scent was enough to drive him feral, but watching you flash yourself at him? He was pulling at his stupid tie, watching you tease yourself before you bent forward. As your chest made contact with his torso, Deku gradually opened up, ready to feast when-

"Oh, I almost forgot. Silly me," You shot right up, wrenching your moist heat from his face. He bit back a burdened swear as you looked down at him," I need a seat. Would you mind?"

He shook his head," No, no not all," Hell, he welcomed it.

"Mm good boy," you lowered," you'll stay nice and still for me right? No tongue?"

Deku spluttered," Huh?"

"Aw baby," you went to pet his hair some more, nearly pouting at him," I need you to be a chair for me. No eating this time, okay?"

"B-but I, I need-" he bit his tongue. Shit, he couldn't start off his plea like that. You were in charge. He'd be turned down flat if he started off with a selfish request. Though, it didn't really matter what his burning mind could come up with.

"Baby, I could make it good for you?"

You leaned forward, not close enough for him to get his wish, just enough for him to see the show you putting on for him. And what a show it was. His typically submissive lover now playing with themselves right in front of his face. He let out a mind numbing whimper. You were letting out such pretty sounds, yourself. He really hoped it was feeling good, almost as much he hoped you'd let him help.

"T-tell you what ah~ you be a good seat for me, I make you c-cum mm! And when you're done, you can have your dessert early,"

It was getting a little hard for you to focus. Sure teasing yourself made him go cross-eyed, but fuck if seeing those pretty green eyes zeroing in on your fingers wasn't beginning to drive you up the wall, too.

Reluctantly, Deku dug his grave with a little nod.

"Good boy. Don't worry," You whispered, stamping hot kisses up his length,"I'll make it good for you,"

If Deku's brain shortcircuited the moment you pressed yourself against his tightly shut lips, his poor mind was definitely breaking as you sank your hot mouth over his length. You were relentless, sloppy and loud. The instant you slurped around his dick, Izuku felt his lips wobble. He wasn't particularly quiet, especially when getting head from you. Something about feeling you against him, bouncing in time with your mouth pleasuring him was making his brain go deliciously hazy. Being under you, surrounded by you, kissing your sex; God, he needed more.

You were falling in love all over again with the way his moans and pants felt against your sensitive ass. His voice was vibrating right up and through you, encouraging you to give him everything you were willing to offer up. You couldn't help but whimper around his length, no longer focused on teasing with your voice, but more interested in falling apart on top of him. You subconciously ground against his face, taking a liking to the friction his nose and lips provided.

You pulled off, forcing a strangled moan from him, which was much louder now that his mouth was free. He was panting, and from his nose down to his chin, he was doused in your essence.

"I forgot you needed to breath," you giggled, and Deku couldn't tell if that was purposeful or not," Aw does puppy want to cum? Is it getting hard to keep your mouth closed?"

His fists balled in his restraints. Deku was holding everything together with a safety pin.

"Baby~ please. I'm trying to be your good boy. I can't take it. Please let me taste you. Please. I won't even eat, I just need to have just one taste. Come on please? For puppy?"

Good lord he was trying your resolve. But you held firm, parting your cheeks, letting your essence drool onto his chest. The feel couple with the sight had him feral. He was squirming uncontrollably now. God, you were too sexy. So sexy he didn't even care to cum. But you were determined to get him there. Even if it meant side stepping his beautiful pleas.

"Honey listen to me," you guided his eyes back to yours with your soft tone," Deku is my good boy. Can you tell me that? Tell me you're my good boy?"

"I'm your good- fuuuck,"

Without preamble, your hand surrouned his sensitive sac, effectively dissolving his sentence into a mess of whines.

"I just want you cum, darling. I know you like to do that,"

You weren't even asking for confirmation this time, yet he was nodding furiously. How cute. How obedient.

"I just want to taste you," you mimicked,"Can you let me have that, sweet boy?"

"Uh-huh! Hurry please, please,"

"That's my boy,"

This time you hovered right over his lips. If Deku were anymore sane, he'd try and decide if this were a better or worse option now watching your glistening, winking hole. Though he could barely focus with your entire mouth descending on him all at once. Before he could get into a rhythmn of fucking your pretty face, you focused your tongue on his sensitive tip, squeezing his sac as you did. He let out a delirous moan as his body crackled a fizzed with his orgasm. Between the "yes's" and "y/n's", Izuku could only conjure happy sounds of relief amounting to nothing more than how he was feeling. You had to switch to jerking him through the rest of it, your poor jaw failing to keep up with his stuttering hips.

As the final sighs of content pettered out, you went to undo his tie. His wrists were a little red, which concerned you.

"Good, baby?" you asked, rubbing at the marks.

Izuku's hands tightened over yours.

"Please, now~" he complained.

He was essentially dragging you by the ass while you made a feeble attempt to protest in his defense.

"Baby, you just came!"

"Don't care. You promised me,"

He opened his mouth wide, accepting everything and more while all you could hope to muster was a delirious, "Good boy~"

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Ch.17: I Know All Your Reasons to Keep Me from Seeing

Summary: Through rose-tinted glasses.

Louis was a normal kid with a normal life.

Stretching with a yawn as he sat up in bed. Sunrise painting his room in warm pink hues. The smell of breakfast already wafting up from the kitchen. Louis smiled, breathing in the familiar scent as he reached towards his bedside counter for-

A wrinkle formed on Louis' brow, his other hand sliding under his eye to behind his ear. What was he reaching for again?

His alarm blared that it was time to get up.

Oh, right! Louis smacked the off button and leapt out of bed. His wardrobe had dozens of the exact same outfit. Sky hoodie and jeans. Tapping his fingers against his thumb as he went. Eyes reflecting the pink light of the rising sun. "Da! Da dum da!"

Posters about de-extinction and the science behind it covered his walls. An entire wall was dedicated to video games. From retro consoles to the latest VR. Books about AI and fairytales organized by genre.

"Hurry up slowpoke!" Hugo's voice called through the door as he went downstairs.

In the kitchen was a green Kanté using his surprisingly strong arm to organize the used ingredients. Little copter blades above his head wiring faster when he picked something up. Papa grinned at the little robot as he placed a large stack of pancakes on the table.

"Morning Gregor," Louis called as he sat between Hugo and Emma. "Morning Papa."

"Good morning, Louis!" Gregor smiled with his "eyes" ^^ the pink face screen shifting with his expression.

"Awesome!" Hugo reached for the chocolate chip pancakes Papa made just for the sweet toothed members of the family.

"I'm awake!" Maman called as she stumbled in.

"Morning sleepyhead," Papa greeted, leaning in for a kiss-

"Don't touch me!"

-Maman sat at the head of the table as Papa poured her coffee. Hugo was smothering his pancakes in butter and jam. Emma grabbed the diced strawberries and blueberries and poured them onto hers. Louis cut his pancake precisely and then drowned it all in syrup.

"Are you coming to my match this afternoon?" Emma asked. "Aunt Kagami is going to be there."

"Of course, ma fille," Papa smiled. "We wouldn't miss it."

Maman nodded. "I'll be off work by then."

"I wanna dream," Gregor hummed as he took the coffee away from Hugo. "Leave me to dream..."

(Read the rest on AO3)

Art by DonnaOneOne

[joaniejustwokeup]

Jazz jumped at the knock on the window, her hands automatically fisted in front of her, prepared to attack.

“Hey Babe, just got back from my trip and I- oh…” Red Hood paused, taking in his girlfriend’s frazzled appearance.

She knew she looked a mess, her braid pulled apart from the number of times she ran her fingers through her hair, her Team Phantom gear torn off and thrown haphazardly across the couch or onto the kitchen island, a stained apron tied over her jumpsuit. The blank, robotic face of his mask held her deer-in-the-headlights gaze for a startled moment before he clambered the rest of the way through her window. He pulled off his helmet, raising his hands to hold her as he rushed forward, but stopped an inch before touching her.

She felt her eyes grow wet as she looked down at him and nodded. And then he was holding her, all warmth and leather and body armor, smelling of iron and gunpowder and smoke, in a way that was not exactly pleasant, but was familiar and comforting. He kissed where his face nuzzled up into the crook of her neck. He pulled back, looking up at her with his brow furrowed.

“You went on a mission while I was away?”

Jazz sighed, rubbing her face with one hand, tracing the shoulder seam of his jacket with the other.

“Yeah… It wasn’t a bad one, really it wasn’t. It’s just… it was an ex-GIW lab and they had Danny’s DNA. We destroyed and confiscated their research, but we don’t know how they got it or if it got passed around, and I just- we don’t even fully know what they were doing at the lab, not yet. Danny and Tuck are still analyzing what was pulled from their servers. And Ancients, if it’s another clone situation, or some kind of weapon that targets Danny…” Jazz trailed off.

“Hey,” Jason said as he cupped her cheek. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

Jazz slumped forward with another heavy exhale, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“Yeah. I know. Thanks Jason.”

Jason gave her a soft smile before he visibly sniffed the air.

“Are you making snickerdoodles?”

Jazz smiled back at him.

“Gingersnaps, actually. I came back from the mission and was waiting around for when you got back from your trip tonight and- well. You were the one that introduced me to the joys of stress-baking.”

A timer went off behind them and Jazz scrambled to throw on her oven mitts and pull two trays laden with molasses brown cookies out from the oven. They smelled amazing.

She be placed the trays on the burners of the stove, the countertop already occupied by another tray. And another tray. And two more trays on the island. And a large plate of cookies on the table. And another plate of cookies on the bar.

“Babe…” Jason tried to smother his smile as he looked around the the apartment. “How many batches of cookies did you make?”

Jazz blushed as she took off her mitts, her eyes darting around the room.

“I don’t know, like… four or five maybe?”

“Four or five maybe?” Jason laughed.

“Hey, I was stressed! And you weren’t back yet and I-,” she was cut off by Jason pulling her into a deep kiss. When he pulled back, he smiled wolfishly up at her.

“I love you Jazz.”

She hummed in response and pulled him into another kiss. And another. And another. Ancients, she had missed him.

———

God, I’ve missed her, Jason thought as he pulled away. He sighed.

“As much as I’d love to spend the night kissing you, I do have a meeting with my men planned tonight. I can cancel if you…”

“No, no,” Jazz reassured him. “I’m fine Jason. We can pick up where we left off when you get back,” she said looking down at him through her lashes, stroking the edge of his jaw with her thumb. Then she brightened as a thought popped into her head. “Actually, it’s great!” She rushed over to one of the cabinets.

“Huh?”

Jazz giggled. She pulled down a few plastic containers and began to fill them with cookies.

“You were the one to point out I made too many cookies. You can bring them to your meeting tonight- tell them it’s a welcome home present from me that I told you to share with them.”

“Aw what? I don’t even get to try one before you box them all up?”

Jazz rolled her eyes, passing him over two from a tray that was still cooling on the stove.

The cookie was still warm and soft as he bit into it, a bit of sweet smelling steam curling off its side.

It was…

It was…

It was perfect.

It was sweet and spicy, with bits of sugar and crystallized ginger sprinkled on top that melted in his mouth. But there was something else too. Some unnameable flavor that made Jason think of curling up with a favorite book on a rainy day, or the rush of joy he felt when he first put on the Robin costume all those years ago, or the humming satisfaction of a bullseye from 100 yards, or the bittersweet happiness of hugging Alfred for the first time after so many years apart. It tasted like home, and Jazz, and safety. It was a comforting cookie with just the right amount of bite. Jason groaned and practically shoved the other cookie in his mouth.

Jazz raised her eyebrows.

“Good?”

“Good? Jazz, these are amazing!”

Jazz’s smile widened as she blushed.

“Seriously Jazz, I don’t know how you did it, these are so good.” He went to reach for another and pouted when he realized she had packed them all away. How had she done that so fast?

“Don’t give me that look. You can have more when you get to your meeting. Now, shoo!” she said, handing him two bags filled to the brim with containers of cookies. “I’ve kept you here too long already.”

Jason smiled back on her.

“No such thing with you, darling.”

Her blush spread to the tips of her tapered ears.

“Oh Ancients, just go!” She pushed him towards the window, nearly unbalancing him with a third bag of cookies.

“Okay, okay I’m going! I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you,” he called from the fire escape.

“Love you too,” she echoed.

He allowed himself one last lovestruck look back at her before pulling on his helmet and grappling down to the alley where he left his bike. He felt a rush of satisfaction as his motorcycle purred to life beneath him and he pulled onto a busy Gotham street.

It was good to be home.

———

There was something evil in those bags.

Bill had worked as a goon, a minion, a henchman, whatever you call it, for quite some time now. That kind of work, in Gotham no less, gives a guy a sense for these sorts of things. Bill’s hands weren’t clean, hardly anybody from around here had that kind of luxury. He’d hauled fear toxin, wired bombs, and shot at far too many people to count. He’s not proud of a lot of the things he’s done. But it did give him a feel for when things don’t quite feel right.

And those bags didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel right at all.

Which was a surprise, considering Red Hood had been the one to put them on the table and declare them a “special surprise” for the end of the meeting.

Red Hood, despite his reputation, was a halfway decent guy. If he was ten years younger and ten times more naive, Bill might’ve even called him honorable. A good person, even. For a crime lord at least.

The thing with Red Hood was that he cared. He wanted their little hellhole to get better. Underneath all the guns and severed heads, he hid a hopeful optimism that was downright contagious once a fellow realized what it was. Bill could see it in how he paid for health insurance for his gang members, including the working girls. He could see it in how Red Hood set up safe injection sites in Crime Alley, where the people they sold to could shoot up without fearing an overdose. He could see it in how the boss arranged book and clothing swaps right at the start of the school year, where an anonymous donor would always just happen to leave thousands of dollars worth of brand new books and clothes every year. He saw it in the soup kitchens they delivered groceries to every weekend.

‘Course it wasn’t all charity and rainbows. There were drug deals, arms deals, gang wars, gun fights. Threats to keep his people in line that were far from empty. Territory disputes that ended in casualties and hard goodbyes.

But Bill never got the sense that their lives were disposable to Red Hood, like they were to most of the other rogues. The opposite actually. If you were from Crime Alley, you were his, and that meant something. If you were Red Hood’s you were protected.

So then why did he bring in something that felt like death? Bill wondered to himself.

A latecomer with a familiar buzz cut sat down next to him with a heavy thunk.

“Bill,” she grunted in greeting.

“Toni,” he grunted back.

She side-eyed the bags from across the room.

“What are those?” She asked gruffly.

“Dunno,” he responded. “Surprise, I guess.”

He could see the hairs on her arms raising the longer she looked at it. In a way, it was comforting to know he wasn’t the only one to feel the waves of evil emanating from those bags. He caught others nervously eyeing them as the meeting went on as well.

Finally, the last of his lieutenants had finished up their reports and Hood nodded in approval.

“Alright. Thank you everyone for keeping things in line while I was away. As a reward, my partner made something special for all of you.”

Partner? He couldn’t mean…

“As some of you may remember, Jazz has been learning to bake. I’ll admit, there were a few hiccups at first,” Red Hood chuckled as he started unloading containers from the bags, and Bill felt his stomach drop. “But I think she really hit it out of the park with this one. So! Everyone come up and take a cookie,” he said shaking a now open container of gingersnaps.

Oh no, Bill thought to himself.

The gang had learned about the boss’s girl a few months back when she came to drop off something Hood had forgotten at home. A sweet girl. Built like an Amazon. Dodged bullets like she was born walking through gunfire. Boss looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, and honestly, Bill couldn’t blame him. She looked like the kind of gal that could throw a man through a wall and he’d say, “Thank you ma’am.” Could throw a woman too if the look on Toni’s face was any indication.

Not that Jazz ever would, sweet girl that she was. No, if she had a problem with you she was much more likely too sit you down and ask you about your childhood and how you were feeling. Bill knew most of the guys would rather be thrown through the wall.

But Bill knew one thing to be true, even before he’d met the woman.

You did not disrespect the boss’s girl.

Especially a boss like Red Hood’s.

So, with all the enthusiasm of prisoners on death row walking towards the electric chair, Red Hood’s goons shuffled up to the front, each taking a cookie as they passed by.

The aura of impending doom was even stronger now that Bill was holding one.

It smelled… fine? Good even. Like molasses and ginger and cinnamon. Maybe even a little lemony.

He screwed his courage and took a bite, swallowing quickly, before the taste could even register.

It was as he was taking another bite that the flavor really hit him.

The cookie didn’t just feel like death.

It tasted like it too.

It tasted like the cold press of a gun to the back of your head. It tasted like walking over freshly dried concrete and still being able to hear the screams of your buddy who’d been buried alive right where you now stood. It tasted like Joker venom as it twisted your face into a rictus grin and you couldn’t help but laugh and laugh at how you knew the Bats would never make it to you in time with the antidote. It tasted like the beeping of a bomb as a voice over the loudspeaker yelled “Riddle me this, Batman!” It tasted like a graveyard. It tasted like poison.

Had they been poisoned?

Bill looked around.

Everyone seemed to be handling the cookies differently. Some were completely unaffected, chowing down on the cookies no problem, though maybe with a slight grimace at the flavor. Others had expressions ranging from mild concern to downright terror as they either swallowed or tried to subtly spit mouthfuls of cookie into their hands.

“Jesus fuck,” muttered Toni. She was staring at her cookie in horror, a large bite taken out of it. “How is that a fucking flavor?”

Bill looked over at Red Hood, but he hardly seemed to have noticed the reactions of his crew. He’d taken his helmet off and was munching away at the cookies in his domino mask. He was… savoring them? He had a blissful expression as he bit into another cookie, like it was somehow the best tasting thing in the fucking world.

What the Hell was going on?

———

Danny called while Jazz was cleaning up the kitchen.

“Hey Danny,” she answered. “How’s the research going? Find anything yet?”

“Yeah actually,” he said. “You remember that time Spectra and Bertrand kidnapped our high school by infecting everyone with parasitic ghost bugs?”

“And everyone developed flu-like symptoms along with individualized ghost abilities?”

“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “Ok so, what these guys were doing with my DNA? It’s like that.”

Jazz stilled.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they were looking into how to give humans ghost powers, without making them fully liminal. They were really close too, possibly even successful, it’s still not clear. Nothing was ever permanent, especially with how the GIW, er, I guess ex-GIW, has its employees get ecto-purged every few weeks to prevent them from becoming liminal from the build up of ecto-contamination.” Danny sighed.

“They had this substance, a powder apparently, that they formed into pills or dissolved and injected into their test subjects, and then the subjects would experience basic ghost abilities for up to two days afterward. Flight, intangibility, invisibility, that sort of thing.”

As Danny spoke, Jazz started rinsing out her mixing bowls in the sink and loading them into the dishwasher.

“Side effects included nausea, slowed heart rate, emotional dysregulation, anxiety, a sense of impending doom, and, in extreme cases, hallucinations and/or the delusion that one was already dead. The subjects weren’t great at controlling their powers either, but that was probably just inexperience rather than a side effect.”

“Okay,” Jazz prompted. “So what does that mean for us?”

“We don’t know yet,” said Danny. “I mean, obviously it’s not great that they were using my ectoplasm to make this stuff, but it honestly looks like it wasn’t shared outside of this one lab? Hopefully, at least. I guess the next thing we’ll need to do is bring the powder to Frostbite and have him analyze it.”

“Alright. Let me know what he says when you reach him.”

“Oh we can’t leave yet. You have the powder.”

Jazz froze.

“Wait, what?”

She could practically hear her little brother rolling his eyes.

“Remember? Me and Tuck handled the data and gadgets, Sam grabbed the paper documents, and you were supposed to grab the chemical samples?”

“Right. Right! I remember. I have them right here next to… my… gear…” Jazz trailed off as she looked over at the kitchen island.

There, uncapped next to her containers of cinnamon and ginger, was a shiny chrome container of a fluorescent green powder. A measuring spoon was sticking out of it. When she looked at the bowl she’d placed in the sink, she could see streaks of bright green powder along the side.

“Jazz? Jaaaaaazz- Earth to Jazz? I don’t like how you said that, you trailed off all ominous. Do you have the experiment or not?”

“Oh Ancients,” Jazz whispered as she realized what she’d done. “I’ve turned into our mother.”

“What???” yelled Danny.

DPxDC prompt - Poison cookies?

Anger Management (Jazz/Jason)

Established relationship - post reveals.

Jazz is trying a new cookie recipe and miscalculates and makes a fuck ton of cookies so she asks Jason if he could pass them along to his goons?

The cookies are not bad but they taste weird and some suspect they are actually poison, but if Red Hood says they are from his girlfriend/wife and she wants feedback, you have to eat them, or else

[thebigshotman]

No context , just the Lightener leaning over the counter that separates her from her partner with little more than those soft hands gripping his collar . She then proceeds to smother him , decorating his porcelain features with lip marks before eventually slumped back against the synthetic counter top .

Spaul’s currently mid-rant in the middle of his still destroyed shop, fretting and yelling about how the world still hasn’t gotten its act together and is going to let him go completely broke before it decides to repair itself and let him make money again. He’s learned his lesson, don’t get in the giant robot! Stop punishing him! He ends up climbing on top of his shop counter at one point at his most feverish point.

*TH1S IS [[$&@!]] STUPID!!!! AT TH1S POINT THIS [[curse the Heavens]] [A Cyber’s World] IS JUST [[$&@!]] ME OVER CAUSE IT THINKS ITS [[hoo hoo hee hee]]!!! STOP IT!!!! JU$T LET ME DO MY [[you had one job]] GODDAMNIT—

His hands are raised to the sky like he is literally cursing the heavens, which he is, when Eileen grabs his collar. Oh crap, he forgot she was there with him! He’s probably scaring the poor girl! He’s still fuming, but he tries to even out his “breathing” and calm down for her sake.

*[Hazelnut] I-

He doesn’t get to say whatever he was going to, as he gets pulled close and absolutely smothered with kisses. His face, top to bottom, even his long nose, gets covered with lip stick marks courtesy of his beloved angel. By the time her lipstick is presumably completely kissed off and she returns to her spot on the other side of the counter, he’s now splayed out across the countertop and is a very dazed mess who can only vaguely recall why he was so furious just now. Giant marbles rolling around in his completely pink glasses.

*[[Try this new method of stress relief, 100% guaranteed to make your worries melt away!]]

*…I needed that.

He throws a very lovey-dovey smooch sound effect back her way in response to all of that. What would he do without her?

[growthfuldetermination]

⤵ Given MTT is basically a part of the group.

Would it be fair to start blowing up those fine legs?

Mettaton: Oh, anything for my brilliant fans~

Mettaton blows a kiss to the camera as their latex-clad robotic hips and thighs start swelling in size, and they start running their hands over them, giving occasional squeezes just to really emphasise how plump they're getting until they settle at just big enough that they smother any kind of armchairs.

Mettaton: I hope you all enjoyed the show~

[keiffeine]

Matt and Keith and headcanons on their reactions to s/o saying "I love you" to them first?

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: fluff :)

a/n: ngl why did i write more in matt’s than keith���s

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

keith kogane

• he’s taken aback.

• keith sort of just looks at you, blinking quietly as if you had said something so complicated and he was still trying to comprehend it.

• it really just got him off guard; you had been sparring together for the past how many minutes now, and keith managed to knock you down (again) and looked down at you with this cocky yet goofy-looking smile.

• he just looked so cute that the words “god, i love you so much” slipped out without a thought.

• “you just—” keith says, only now just processing that you were still on the floor and had been sticking your hand out as a sign for him to help pull you up.

• “i did,” you say, finally rising from the floor and giving him a wide smile. “and i mean it. i love you, keith.”

• “i love you, too,” he says, face softening.

• and you take this opportunity to finally bring him down to the ground.

matt holt

• it was late; matt was working on some project that he’d started with pidge, and pidge had gone to bed a while ago. you thought you’d keep him company and be there for any assistance, and also just to make sure he didn’t accidentally fall asleep on his desk, as he had a tendency to do that.

• you assumed to be another of their gadgets—probably some sort of little robot.

• he was muttering things to himself, reminding himself where certain parts were supposed to go, what to tighten or loosen. occasionally, matt would turn to you and remind you that you don’t have to stay up with him and you should probably go to bed. you gave him the same answer every time and assured him that you didn’t mind.

• he furrowed his brows as he tightened up several screws, and you quietly watched with a small smile on your face.

• “you’re cute when you’re focused,” you tell him, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

• immediately, his face heats up, completely red when he turns his head to look at you. “what?” matt asks, “you, what?”

• “i love you?” you repeat, laughing as matt drops everything and cups your face, planting kisses all over.

• “oh my god, i love hearing you say that. i love you, i love you, i love you,” he says, completely smothering you.

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[hanafubukki]

Convert Anon💜 here!!

First off, love the fanart you tagged me in

Flirt right back at Jade💜 love you boo

Also yes if possible I would marry all three(watch Azul get flustered when Jade mentions we’re all engaged and Floyd is annoyed cause he wanted to ask Shrimpy)

And yes Idia should help me get working on children to gush over *wink wink idia get the hint no not robot children-*

And oh yeah the fae in the valley should fear them because we have a Crocodile, sleepy boi, Bat, and Dragon who would kill for their love

And those wedding ideas you added on are *CHEFS KISSES YOUR CHEEKS LOVINGLY*

I love that the fae weddings are at night and the contrasting colours and then the beastmen in formal clothes and lIL CHEKA BABY BOIIIII

And yeah I can see the Rose Queendom having those kinds of weddings and Hana you are after my heart with the Coral Sea ideas

Seashells in my hijab is so cute but also I tend to wear mine in a very plain way and would worry about the shells damaging the fabric in some way and the dagger and holsters is just *lays on the ground clutching my heart* Hana I love it and your beautiful brain

And I forgot about the Isle of woe oh no- but yes!! I love the greek theme and the fall and spring ideas!! Greek crowns greek crowns!!

I’m glad you liked it 👏💜 Convert Anon 🙌

Lolol a harem is a wonderful thing Convert Anon 🤝🤝 jade was probably the one to ask first and Floyd is ready to steal the bride and run lolol

Sndkahsbsd idia is trying not to crash by changing the subject to robot children, but he knows! Common ortho! Help persuade him! Cute little meice or nephew with blue hair would be so cute 🥰

I’m glad you liked the wedding ideas 🥰🥰💕💕 it was so much fun thinking of them. Makes me so happy thinking of getting married to husbando

Yes! It’s unlimited what you can do at weddings ajdndndnd and cute Cheka being a ring bearer?? Ahhh let me smother him in kisses

Grim would also be the type to give the rings either or maybe him and ace and deuce?

OMG CONVERT ANONIE DO TOU KNOW ABOUT THE SHOE TRADITION?

It where the brides family steals the grooms shoes and the groom family has to get it back 🤣 the first year gang is stealing them and booking it! Lmfaooo

And it would be funny depending on who the groom and his family is and how they would have to steal it back 😂😂

I’m so happy you are loving my ideas 🥹🥹💕💕🥰🥰 it makes me so so happy. All this love you give me makes me want to return it ten fold 💜💜💜

The Greek theme would be so nice! Like a spend of a one ending and a beginning with your hubby 🥹🥹

[cunningambitousdetermined]

The Plan (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

title: the plan

pairing: natasha romanoff x f!reader

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of homophobia, FLUFF with a dash of angst

summary: Y/N has been in love with Natasha Romanoff for a VERY long time and honestly, Tony is getting sick of watching it. Natasha has been in love with Y/N since the very first day and Steve can’t take the assassins obliviousness anymore. Steve and Tony, reluctantly of course, team up to make the pair notice how perfect they are for each other. (OH SHOOT IM SORRY I SUCK AT SUMMARIES WOW)

requested by @iamninaanna: 

Hey Sunshine, I love your writing, so I'm here to request something :) 

Can I please request a Natasha Romanoff × reader, where the Avengers are playing truth or dare, and somebody challenges Natasha to kiss the reader, or something like that, and then they confess their feelings to one another. I was having something in mind, I hope it's not to specific, that like Natasha rambles about the reader to Steve A LOT, and he's so sick of it, he has to do something about it, while it's the same situation with reader, just that she's talking to hers best friend, which can be any of the Avengers, you decide, and then Steve and the reader's best friend make a plan together, and well, you know the rest <3

Okay, that was a lot, but I'm really excited😊 Thank you if you write it!!

a/n (i think that's what i put when i’m responding, if i screwed it up please let me know, it would be much appreciated) :

hi taja! thank you so much, this is the first time someone has requested something and im really excited. but also terrified. more terrified. reader is a girl but if someone wants me to rewrite this as gender neutral, i can.  hope i do it justice and if your reading this, thank you for reading. if anyone has any feedback, it’s always welcome. okay here i go!!

the story: 

Y/N Y/L/N flopped backward on to Tony Stark’s bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and let out a angry scream into the unsuspecting piece of cloth and feathers. 

“Woah kid, what’d the pillow do to you?” Tony joked, his eyes still trained on whatever new gizmo he was working on, chuckling at his best friends antics.

“It’s fucking Natasha” Y/N mumbled quietly into the pillow, her voice muddled by the soft white sheets that she buried her head farther in. Tony was silent, the only sounds was the clinking of the Tony’s robots and tools working, so she assumed he hadn’t heard her. Not that she wanted him too anyway. 

Y/N was in love with Natasha Romanoff. Head over heels, fully in love with the assassin that she’d worked closely with for the past years. To describe how Y/N felt about Natasha in words would never to how she really felt in justice. Natasha was a tall glass of Coke: Orange Vanilla. Rare, unsuspectingly sweet, and utterly addicting. Her red hair, the black bodysuit, the way she fought, she could take down 10 men on her own, with her bare hands. She was sweet- always sharing her secret candy stashes with Y/N- smart -helping Y/N out when she was still taking classes. 

Sometimes Y/N really thought Natasha felt the same way, then she flirted with a guy here and hot girl there and the idea fled from her brain.  Y/N had never seen Natasha have an inclination toward women, she flirted with every living thing. Y/N liked to think it was a coping with feelings for someone and that's why she was so flirty but in reality, Y/N knew there was no way she felt near the same way. She was an extra to the Avengers. And besides, no one even knew she liked girls. 

“It’s what, darling?” Tony had moved and was now sitting in front of Y/N, spinning around in his chair like a little kid in their dad’s office.

Y/N wanted to tell him how in love she was with Natasha, she wanted to tell him all the little things she noticed, all the little things she loved. But she couldn’t. How would Tony take it? Tony might take it okay, but the team? Steve? Bucky? They were from the 40′s, women didn’t love other women openly back then, did they still think it was... unnatural? She didn’t think she could deal with being any more of an outcast. Did Natasha like girls? The thoughts were drowning her slowly, cutting off her air supply, the last bit of air building up into a scream that she would never let out. 

Tony coughed and Y/N realized she’d been silent for too long. “Tony....” she took a deep breath in, “I- uh-...,” Tony raised an eyebrow, waiting for to go on. Y/N coughed clearing nothing from her throat, elongating the silence before she just spit the words out like hot fire. “I’minlovewithNatashaandIdontknowwhattodo?” 

“You’re what?” Tony asked, having caught nothing of that sentence, something about Natasha but honestly he was still lost. 

Y/N felt a little better and slowed herself down. She trained her eyes on a seam in the comforter and whispered, “I’m in love with Natasha and I don’t know what to do”

There was a silence and Y/N could feel it smothering her, pulling her into the water, dunking her head under, she was drowning and, and and- Tony erupted in laughter. Y/N’s head shot up and she stared at him, color drained from her face. Tony rocked back and forth but when he came up again, he caught the absolute terror on her face and his smile dropped. 

“Y/N?” he asked softy, he stood up, plopping on the bed next to her, “Babe?” Tony tried to catch her eye, ducking his head but she turned away. He grabbed her chin in his large hands, “Babe, I wasn’t laughing at you. God, I’m such an idiot.” he blew out a harsh breath, “I was laughing because I already knew, not because you are in love with her.” Tony felt her face relax and he turned her chin to meet his eye. 

“You knew?” Y/N asked softly, tears still gathered in her eyes. Tony’s eyes softened as he saw the tears and he used the pads of his thumb to wipe them away. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t care if you like women. I’ve known you had some sort of feelings for Natasha for a while, you can see it when you look at her. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” Y/N laughed at this now and threw her arms around Tony, who wrapped her up in a hug. “Now, tell me more about Natasha and this ‘love’” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 

~

“STEVEEEE” Natasha groans, letting down her normal assassins façade. 

“Mmm” Steve hummed in reply, motioning for her to come in to his room. She smiled and darted to the spinning chair in the corner, propping her feet up on the desk. It was silent for a little bit, the pair just enjoying each others company when Natasha spun her chair around and broke the silence. 

“Do you think Y/N likes women?” Steve already knew the Natasha liked women and he was totally cool with it. Nat has been surprised when he had been super supportive but was very grateful for all the love and reassurance he’d given her. 

“Nat,” Steve sighed dramatically, “She can’t NOT know your in love with her, unless she’s totally oblivious which she may be...” He turned to face her, jumping on his bed to be closer to her, “You should just tell her” 

“But...” Nat frowned, “what if she doesn’t like women? And I creep her out? And..” She stopped as she felt Steve lay a hand on her shoulder. 

“How could she not like you?” he questioned, “And trust me, it’s quite obvious how she feels.” 

“HOW SHE FEELS?!” Nat practically screamed, so unlike her that Steve leaned back. She cleared her throat, “Sorry- she feels...?” 

“She’s in love with you, obviously”

Nat grabbed a pillow from the bed and screamed into it, then looked at Steve, wary, “Really? Y/N with her...” Steve tuned out the rest of what Nat said, he’d heard it all before. Too many times. Nat sighed, in a happy way that Steve had never heard from her before, “Y/N...”

~

Steve knew that this had to end, Natasha and Y/N pretending they weren’t head over heels for each other. He’d heard enough of Nat’s wistful rants, it was so unlike her, it was starting to worry him. If he was correct in his guess, Tony was feeling the same way. So, despite Tony being, well, Tony, Steve sought him out to solve the mess. 

~

“Truth or dare, old man?” Clint smirked at Tony, all the avengers had settled for a night in and decided to play truth or dare. Y/N had rolled her eyes at this, they were too old for it, but settled in next to Tony anyway. 

“Dare, obviously” Tony rolled his eyes at Clint, eagerly awaiting his fate. 

“I dare you to stand on top of the tower and sing at least 30 seconds of ‘Rich Girl’ by Gwen Stefani and livestream it.” Tony laughed at this and stood up. 10 minutes and one livestream later, all of them were laughing harder then they had in a long time. 

“Okay, okay, my turn to ask,” Tony smiled, “Natasha, truth or dare?” Steve couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face, the plan was in motion. 

“Dare...” Natasha didn’t let her voice waver, her signature smirk on her face. 

“I dare you to kiss Y/N”

The whole room fell silent. Y/N’s face flamed and her eyes filled with tears. Was this a joke? Tony knew how she felt. How could he? The eyes in the room were on Nat and her but she ignored them as she got up and ran out of the room. Tony’s eyes widened as Y/N darted through the door. 

“Nice going, Tony. You upset her.” Natasha’s glared at Tony, angry. But inside she couldn’t help but wonder if she ran because she didn’t want to kiss her. Maybe she hated the idea. Maybe she didn’t like women after all. Nat got up, she had to face this. “I’ll go get her” She dragged her hand over her face and got up. Tony and Steve exchanged a glance as she left, hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in their faces

~

“Y/N!” Nat yelled down the hall, “It’s me, I’m sorry Tony was a jerk. Can we talk?”

Y/N heard Natasha’s voice and faltered, she had to face this at some point. She took a deep breath, letting the cool confidence she had on missions fill her. 

“Yeah, I’m here Nat” She called back and within seconds Nat ran around the corner. Nat’s eyes softened as they looked into Y/N’s beautiful eyes, still just as mesmerizing, puffy and red. Nat took an unconscious step forward, her thumbs caressing the hidden tear streaks. Y/N’s breath caught, her heart flipping at Nat’s touch. Before she could think about it, Y/N leaned up and let her lips meet Nat’s. Nat responded immediately, pulling Y/N to her, wrapping her arms around her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Y/N groaned into the kiss, letting her fingers card through Nat’s hair. They pulled away after a minute, smiling like idiots. Y/N looked down slowly before glancing back up shyly at Nat. 

“Um... I really like you Nat” She whispered, with a smile

“I really like you too Y/N” Nat chuckled, pulling her in again for a sweet, soft kiss. It said everything they hadn’t said. All the nights of longing, the confusion and the love. 

Tony, Steve and the rest of the team watched from the security room, smiling and high fiving at the happy couple. 

AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! feedback is always appreciated!!

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[mygalfriday]

you heard it from those other boys but this time it’s real (River/12)

Prompt #4: Double Date

Technically, this might be her fault but as a self-proclaimed psychopath River hardly possesses a conscience that needs to own her every mistake. And she certainly has no intention of claiming responsibility for this one. She fully intends to blame Hydroflax.

Finally settled in their brand new flat, she and the Doctor had decided to have a bit of fun playing hosts for the evening. Acting as a normal married couple who throw dinner parties and play board games had seemed like a laugh. The problem, of course, was that they didn’t know anyone on Darillium to invite. It had only been a few weeks and they’d spent most of that time christening every available surface of the flat. Neither of them had been inclined to get dressed and meet their neighbors.

The only two people they know happen to share a single body. The Doctor had been adamantly opposed to having one of her former husbands as a dinner guest and River, relishing his jealous scowl, had relented quite quickly. So they had decided to invite Nardole round for dinner and proceeded to bicker over the menu and the wine until they actually felt like an ordinary couple with ordinary problems. Of course, they’d made up immediately – impossible to stay angry when you’re both grinning at each other like idiots.

Eventually, they’d decided River would make the appetizers, the Doctor would make the main course, and they’d make dessert together. The Doctor hadn’t even blushed when she’d made a filthy joke about it. He’d only looked at her with exasperated affection and kissed her quiet. A girl could get used to that sort of domesticity.

While technically the robot body Nardole now inhabits doesn’t need to eat, its system does have the ability to convert food into energy to help maintain the electrical charge. River had spent a good hour convincing the Doctor that cracking open their dinner guest to study this phenomenon would be in poor taste. When the day in question actually arrived, things went surprisingly well. River actually made her appetizers instead of popping out somewhere and stealing them; the Doctor didn’t explode the kitchen while making the beef bourguignon; and Nardole was an excellent first guest.

The problem appeared during the main course. One moment Nardole had been licking the gravy off his spoon and praising the buttery garlic of the mushrooms while the Doctor leered at her smugly, and the next he’d simply dropped his spoon and powered down, his head drooping against his metal shoulder.

River looks to the Doctor, frowning. “Should we be worried?”

He shakes his head, his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping idly against the table. “Don’t think so,” he says, eyeing Nardole like the exact opposite might be true. “Lots of people eat too much and need to nap.”

“Not midsentence. And he’s not people, darling,” she sighs. “He’s a robot.”

Before he can reply, Nardole’s head begins to disappear – sinking into the confines of his metal body. River can only watch in helpless fascination, like a pedestrian witnessing a car crash, as Ramone appears in his place. He yawns widely, as though he’d been interrupted mid-nap, and blinks as he takes stock of his surroundings. When he sees River, he breaks into that big grin that had endeared him to her the first time they met. “Hello you.”

River darts a glance at the Doctor, who looks too bewildered by this turn of events to even be properly annoyed about it. “Hello Ramone. Everything alright?”

“I think so.” He squints, as though taking stock of himself. “Nardole ate too much.”

She pointedly ignores the Doctor’s terribly unsubtle gloating. Gesturing to the spread before them, she asks, “Hungry?”

“I could eat.” He looks down at his plate, brows lifting. “Is this for me?”

Pasting on a smile, River nods. “Yes. Of course.”

Finally seeming to realize he’s about to have dinner with his wife and her ex-husband, the Doctor shifts uneasily in his chair. His right eye twitches.

“Oh, how nice.” Ramone leans forward, inhaling deeply. “Whatever it is, it smells delicious.”

“Beef bourguignon.” She bites back a smirk, glancing at her husband. “The Doctor made it.”

“Did you really?” Ramone shovels a generous bite into his mouth and groans, eyes falling shut. “It’s very good.”

The Doctor’s grip around his fork tightens and for a moment River wonders if she’s about to have the privilege of witnessing her two-thousand-year-old husband start a food fight. At last, he sighs through his nose and loosens his white-knuckled grip on the poor cutlery. “It’s River’s favorite,” he grumbles, “So I learned to make it.” His eyes narrow and he stares pointedly at Ramone as he adds, “Because I’m her husband.”

River rolls her eyes and reaches for the pinot noir.

Undeterred, the Doctor presses, “We’ve been married for centuries. In multiple universes. Did she tell you that?”

“Hmm? I think she mentioned it.” Too engrossed in his food, Ramone doesn’t appear to notice the Doctor’s annoyance despite his complete lack of subtlety. It’s part of the reason River had gotten so annoyed and erased his memory; he’s such a dear, dense thing. If only he weren’t so damn pretty.

Helping himself to a glass of wine Nardole hadn’t finished, Ramone turns his attention back to River. “I like the new flat,” he says, smiling at her. “How are you enjoying your stay so far?”

And thus begins the most awkward evening of her life. Considering the length of her life, tonight ranks pretty high on a fairly substantial list of terrible evenings. She makes polite conversation with her ex, telling him about the new furniture she and her husband just ordered from the next planet over and how offensively high the shipping cost had been. They discuss mutual friends and reminisce about previous adventures, all while the Doctor stews in silence, scowling at his plate. River keeps her hand on his thigh under the table, squeezing every now and then just to see him twitch.

After what seems like hours, dinner finally comes to an end. Ramone wipes his mouth on a napkin and pats his metal belly. “So, what’s for dessert?”

River opens her mouth, already smirking, but the Doctor cuts her off with a glare. “There is no dessert,” he says firmly. “At least not any you’ll be getting.”

“Spoilsport,” River murmurs, ignoring Ramone’s puzzled glance. She pushes aside what’s left of her wine and conjures up her most charming smile. “Actually, I think we’ll call it an early night, if you don’t mind. The Doctor has a headache.” She tips her head, nose wrinkling. “Or he’s about to, at least.”

“Erm. Yes.” The Doctor quirks an eyebrow at her, his leg shifting under her palm. “There’s definitely some throbbing.”

She nearly chokes, smothering her surprised laughter in a strangled cough that makes her eyes water. The Doctor grins shamelessly at her, looking triumphant and smug in a way she absolutely shouldn’t find sexy. She really does anyway.

“Right,” Ramone says, eyeing them strangely. After a moment, he seems to give a mental shrug before pushing back his chair. His metal body clicks and whirrs as he rises, suddenly towering over them both. “Thanks for dinner. It was lovely.”

River presses her lips together, still far too amused to manage speech.

The Doctor, damn him, looks cheerful for the first time all evening. “Our pleasure.”

Together, they walk Ramone to the door and see him off, waving in the doorway until he disappears down the corridor with clunky steps. The moment they shut the door behind him, the Doctor dissolves into laughter. Helpless but to join in, River tugs him in by the collar of his shirt and presses her giggling mouth to his cheek. “You jealous idiot,” she laughs. “He’s no one, you know. Just a bit of fun.”

He huffs. “We’re fun.”

“We are,” she promises, swaying into his chest. She tips back her head and meets his soft gaze. With a sigh still bubbling with laughter, she admits, “We’re… everything.”

The Doctor dips his head and kisses her – a bit rougher than normal, just possessive enough to make her shudder. Nipping at her lip as he pulls away, he nudges his nose against hers and whispers, “Dessert?”

River grins, slipping her arms around his neck. “I’ll clear the table.”

[narraboths]

Ideal final shot of this season would have been SC asleep on Kara’s couch, completely exhausted by the events of the season but warm and content in each other’s arms. What are friends for etc

tbh i was fine w the handshake ending the season bc it was a pretty strong image for a renewed alliance and fairly appropriate as a gesture of reconciliation given the depth of everything they went through, where something more would’ve honestly felt like a cheap handling to me, but i do absolutely want SC falling asleep together post-mission pre-love confession somehow like:

It’s been a long, long day, the exhaustion settling in Lena’s bones so deeply that she feels like her limbs have turned to lead. Working round the clock to stop some murderous robot of brother dear’s collection from running rampant and demolishing a city, it turns out, can really take its toll. Lena’s not even quite sure how they made the journey from J’onn’s Tower to Kara’s apartment. It’s all a blur, the move from the victorious whooping over the comms from Dreamer and the slight shake in her hands as she backed away from the control panel to the entire Super team stretching out all over Kara’s living room, buzzing with the elation of a tough job well done. 

What matters is that she’s here now, anyway, curled up on Kara’s couch, wrapped in Kara’s blanket, basking in the bubbling warmth of Kara’s voice as she rambles on and on about her final throwdown with the Tin Man. (The Super’s nickname for the thirty-feet tall warmachine would drive Lex crazy: the thought brings a smile to Lena’s face every time Kara says it.) What matters is Kara’s hand resting right next to her own, their fingers brushing against each other every time one of them shifts on the couch. What matters is the way Kara’s smile grows a bit wider and a bit brighter every time she looks at Lena. It feels like home again, being there, being with her, and Lena’s inclined to bask in the joy of it as long as she possibly can. 

She doesn’t move when the others start leaving. J’onn bids them goodbye first, then Brainy and Nia decide to head home, hand in hand. Kelly and Alex hang around the longest, the Danvers sisters bantering endlessly, until Kelly gives Alex a pointed look, and soon they are scrambling to their feet and are out the door, arm in arm.

And then, all of the sudden, they’re all alone.

Lena doesn’t quite register it first, not until Kara shuffles closer to her and they’re pressed up against each other. It’s still new, the return to this kind of closeness, the way her head comes to rest on Kara’s shoulder, the way Kara stares down at her with twinkling eyes. It delights and frightens Lena in equal measure.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

Lena reads the words from her lips more than she hears them, too lost in Kara’s face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I barely broke a sweat today,” Kara shrugs in response. She has that smugly confident smile on her face as she says it, that look that always sends a thrill down Lena’s spine. It draws a giggle to her lips now, undercutting the severity of her eyeroll.

“Braggart.” Kara huffs, faking indignance, and throws an arm around Lena’s shoulder, tucking her closer. Lena’s all too content to let her. “I don’t want to hog your couch all night, though,” she says. They’re not there yet, they cannot be. “I’ve strained your hospitality long enough.”

“Oh, stop it.” Kara’s voice is soft, gentle, but unyielding, the kind that leaves no place for disagreement or self-deprecation. “You know you’re always welcome here.”

It’s so like Kara, to say something with such weight so simply, like the impact of it doesn’t hit Lena so hard that she forgets to breathe for a second. She presses her face into Kara’s sweater and pretends that the tears that she feels welling up in her eyes must be from exhaustion.

“Always?” The question is mumbled, barely audible, but Kara’s answer is immediate:

“Always.” She cups Lena’s chin, thumb gently stroking along Lena’s jawline and raising her head until their eyes meet again. She’s smiling down on Lena again, warm as a summer day. “You look like you wouldn’t even make it to the elevator, c’mon.” 

“I’m gonna fall asleep on you,” Lena threatens weakly, and Kara laughs.

“That’s fine,” she promises. She moves her hand, carding it through Lena’s hair, and Lena all but melts against her. “No fear of smothering me to death.” She goes still for a moment, her body tensing up against Lena’s own. “As long as you won’t mind waking up with me, of course.”

To raise her head and press a kiss to Kara’s cheek feels like the most natural thing in the world to do, then. Lena delights in the smudge of lipstick and the slight part of Kara’s lips before she tucks her face into Kara’s neck again.

“I couldn’t dream of anything better.”

[woogurl]

DISCLAIMER: I DO WOOSAN ANALYSIS, PLEASE SKIP IF U DON’T LIKE THIS SORT OF STUFF. I’M BY NO MEANS A PROFESSIONAL JUST SHARING MY OPINIONS. :)

so, i decided to make a san jealousy post because before i said i don’t think woo’s a jealous man, but now i think otherwise. however, unlike san woo is a lot more subtle(and at times he’s just outright brash with his jealousy) while san is a lot more transparent in general. so it’s easier to make a post about him. but i will include bonus moments or notable moments of woo’s jealousy. not only that, but we get less moments of woo being clearly jealous because san doesn’t give him much opportunity. ‘cause san is constantly giving him the attention he wants and is trying to woo him...

get it?

no? oke

anyway, i would like to preface this by saying jealous is not a bad emotion. in fact it’s not an emotion. it’s a feeling that every human experiences. unlike emotions a feeling is where you have a decent enough time to think about how to react to something. jealousy is often a feeling of insecurity. this may shock u but this includes ur idols. ‘cause u know they’re not robots. tho it’s understandable to get confused because they’re all so dreamy. but not the point. 

however, jealousy isn’t technically a good thing either and it can also derive from an unhealthy characteristic or trait of being possessive and territorial. to even someone’s detriment. especially if it makes the other party feel smothered, uncomfortable or constricted.  

now. the important question you’re wondering is whether i think san is possessive and territorial. 

well, yes, i do think he is a bit. but not to an unhealthy degree if u ask me. he isn’t overly dominating. such as making everyone else feel uncomfortable because he’s very careful not to impose himself on others. in fact i’d say san is mostly dominant/territorial and jealous because he’s insecure AND possessive.

but that’s enough talking let’s talk about moments of jealousy from san.

let’s start with some iconic jealousy moments that immediately come to mind when we’re talking about woosan. 

this moment where woo kissed seonghwa. as soon as san realized what was happening his body became stiff and awkward. just look at his face in the first ss. lmfao. he instantly became jealous and walked away and said. “i can’t watch this”. it was pretty obvious and his body and face also had a lot of tension which also shows displeasure. 

this moment where he became absolutely shocked that woo caressed seonghwa’s face. please note how he was looking at wooyoung as if he couldn’t believe that he would do something like that to him. san’s face instantly changes from smiling to just pure jealousy in response to woo’s actions.

let’s talk about subtle jealousy, i mentioned this moment in an interview analysis. https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/620788572454371328/hey-i-wanted-to-make-a-small-mini-woosan for reference. 

as i pointed out before. san’s jealousy starts the second wooyoung places his hands on yunho. while the moments before show how easily triggered and jealous san can get. i feel like this interview clearly shows san’s possessive side. his jealousy consumes him to the point where he simply cannot focus at all during the end of the interview. it’s also interesting to see san genuinely seeing his members as a threat in this manner. 

let’s talk about another subtle jealous moment, however it’s also very open and aggressive body language. and i’m still surprised san reacted this way. but interesting moment that’s not often talked about. a friend sent this to me in dm a while ago. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26rscSxwIEU @ 5:25.

san was initially just minding his own business until he noticed woo talking to someone named tag. i was told that this was woo’s friend (ofc who isn’t woo’s friend at this point). as soon as san spotted them he started walking towards them. which surprised me because san is an introvert, he wouldn’t normally react like this in any situation but i def felt like san reacted more aggressively in this atmosphere because he’s aware isac is often a place where idols “meet" cough cough if u get what i mean.

as soon as san approached them he smacked woo hard and i mean hard af on the back. like damn. lol. something u should take note of is a persons status in a group is often revealed through body language. if a person uses dominant indirect/unconscious body language they’re displaying an indirect form of aggression. 

not only that but san adds himself into the conversation. not only that but he touches/tousles woo’s hair which is a pretty affectionate gesture. tag is close to woo but san keeps invading that small space between them and his body and feet are pointed towards woo. you can see tag talking to hj from a decent distance but san is literally taking up that small personal space between woo and tag. he touches woo’s side and continues to try and get closer. u can also see that woo is fidgety avoiding eye contact while san’s eyes and gaze are directly on woo and follows his every move. it’s lowkey scary how san’s eyes are scanning woo. and as soon as woo has to leave the whole convo between them ends abruptly. lol.

next thing i wanna talk about is neck touches. i’ve already made an analysis about this. https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/626125803005116416/woosan-neck-touches-this-is-probably-one-of-the?is_related_post=1. but there’s been many more moments since then. and my initial opinion has only solidified since then. 

now i mentioned before that san doesn’t touch the other members neck as often as he touches woo’s neck. and definitely not as often as i thought he did. i mentioned before that does this either out of habit, to comfort or to assert dominance(it could even be all of them depending on the situation). and because san has shown signs of being possessive and territorial. i wouldn’t be surprised if the later was true. here are some recent ex.

san was pretty protective of woo during the surprise youtube vlive. his hands just couldn’t keep off him. lol. and woo as always is extremely comfortable with san’s skinship. not only that but i also think it genuinely comforts him when san does it.

this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAMfdeQ4DcM, was quite interesting. to me it was one of the most interesting recent interactions from them. yet people barely talk about it. lmfao. well it’s understandable ‘cause their interactions were def edited/cut but a lot of moments were cute but here. san was being more possessive and territorial than normal with woo. so much so that the staff literally had to move him. LOL. @4:30 san was lowkey jealous that woo chose yeosang(even tho san was first to volunteer himself) as his guard and not him. but it doesn’t matter because san still ended up next to him. lol. however after some time they moved him and i’m not entirely sure why. i won’t really go into depth about this moment because this post is meant to analyze san’s jealousy as an outcome of possessiveness/protectiveness. 

i would like to highlight again that i do not think san is possessive and territorial in a way that’s imposing. or in a way where he’s trying to dominate a conversation or propose himself as the ‘leader’. i think he’s this way because he’s naturally a caretaker. which is why he seems to want to protect those he genuinely cares about and are possessive over them.

next i wanna discuss this video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XslMoD5h3M&list=WL&index=12&t=2s. this video is one where san was particularly touchy and possessive with woo. attempting to physically draw woo into him as much as possible. 

he starts touching woo @1:54. then, @2:15-2:33. and there’s a moment at 2:33 in particular that interest me.

san’s still touching woo, and if you ask me his touches with woo are a bit intimate. and on the side you see seonghwa’s hand on touch san’s waist. and it’s either because 1. he can’t see or 2. he’s warning san of something. @2:40 you can see it more clearly. 

as you can see, seonghwa can’t(omg, joke from gmm don’t mind me). anyway, seonghwa’s kind of leaning forward. but this could also be because he wants to be subtle with his warning to san. you see the thing about subtle moments are.....they’re subtle moments. lol. they’re supposed to be subtle. and when they’re this subtle it’s easy for people to go. ‘oh, you’re overreacting, he’s just looking over’. so for now, i’m gonna say he’s just trying to look over.  

now, i know people wanted me to put the part where san’s hands glide over woo’s back but this isn’t the sexual tension analysis. so anyway san’s hand is placed on woo’s neck @3:00-3:17 until he has to clap. lol. 

san’s back to touching woo @3:35, but seonghwa can’t see again, because san’s pretty pressed up against woo and he’s a little in front of seonghwa and seonghwa keeps trying to pull san back. but at this point what is he trying to see? lol. and if you watch carefully, immediately after hwa touches san’s arm. he moves it. so i’ll leave that up to u guys to interpret it as you wish. there’s a couple of more moments after that where seonghwa attempts to warn or pull san back. and i’m pretty sure it’s because san was being touchy. i’m gonna guess it’s because he really liked woo’s fit that day. 

i mean just look at the way he was looking at him at 3:50. his hands were firmly place on his neck and he was staring at him while licking his lips. 

now let’s talk about how my man san is literally draped over woo at this point @4:46. i wanna mention the way san’s no longer literally holding woo’s neck anymore(which is a pretty possessive gesture because the neck is a pretty intimate are and san feels like he owns woo’s neck or something). now he’s pressed even closer to woo and his arm is wrapped around his him. something san has always done even in predebut is wrap his arms around woo’s shoulder and to me that’s pretty evident body language that he wants to be physically closer to woo by drawing him into him and wants to get rid of space between them which is pretty evident esp in this ss. just look at woosan compared to everyone else. so the reason i added this moment is because it shows how possessive and touchy san to be kind of like displaying ‘he’s mine’ or ‘we’re super close, see?’ and everyone else is just minding their own business while hwa is probably inwardly freaking out. lmfao. 

here’s a similar moment/situation. https://www.vlive.tv/post/0-18364450. the vlive on idol radio with woosan as host. 

we start off the video with san holding woo’s neck. can i just reiterate how intimate this gesture is. also how san often does this to woo and rarely does it with others? just imagine your partner holding your neck like this. it’s a pretty intimate and possessive gesture. it’s not mentioned often but woo’s neck is pretty sensitive and he viscerally reacts when it’s touched by others intentionally intimately. lol. but anyway san holds woo’s neck for quite sometime and their body language is once again so different from everyone elses.

i also wanna mention that someone said the interview with oneus and mostly onf was awkward in my dm. esp the tension between wooyoung and the boy in the green and yellow sweater. i’m sorry i don’t know his name. xD i would have to watch again. ‘cause i’m not sure if there was tension but i do know woo was quite bold in starting their amicus ad aras thing. anyway the clip was relatively short so not much to be said.

next this vlive. https://www.vlive.tv/post/1-18386548. san was pretty hyper here. lmfao. excited from the start he was already clinging to woo. 

but we’re here to pinpoint possessive/jealous san. lol. he starts holding on to woo around 21:45-22:57. he holds on for quite a while. lol. 

he let’s wooyoung’s neck breath for a while before it’s yeosang comes in @23:07 and he grabs it again. lol. and at 23:38 as woo was gonna blow in yeosang’s ear san comes down to peck woo’s head and grabs his shoulders with both hands. lol. 

and of course he continues holding woo and gets closer to him and he checks to see if the staff is looking at him weirdly. lol. 

he holds on to him a while longer before yeosang finally get up. i would also like to say san was following woo around for a bit previously before this happened. lol. now as woo gets up the camera kind of goes somewhere else and jongho’s kind of in the way(it’s oke, we love to see his handsome face). so i couldn’t really see exactly what happened but @25:15 woo clings on to hwa and san’s like, ‘oh...alright’ lmfao. i also wanna mention woo tried to peak under hwa’s shirt. at this point we can say he’s not only an ass man but a tummy/abs man oke. anyway that’s it in conclusion san loves to touch and hold on to woo in any way possible. 

i also wanna mention the moments where san wraps his arms around woo’s waist, because i also think this is possessive/territorial body language. i’ve made a whole comp of this because san does it that often. 

THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG. so i wanna bring up a few of the online fansign moments. it difficult to interpret these because 1. they’re short clips without much context and 2. i don’t understand what’s being said but i’m gonna analyze this from body language alone.

so something we know about san is he often initiates contact first and i’ll be making an analysis talking about this soon. but anyway in a lot of these moments san is just in wooyoung’s space, but woo gets in san’s too and these moments make me realize woo can be just as possessive and territorial as san. because they crave for each others attention. (you can find most of these moments on woosan insta’s acc’s like kn nk, yowoosan, etc.)

here woo is talking to a fan but san suddenly pops out of nowhere and waves his hand as if he’s waving the fan away. i’m not sure what else this could have meant. i don’t think he was waving at the staff(who i think are in front of them) to leave ‘cause he was looking at the camera. he then left and came back and wrapped his arm around woo and left again and then came back and said something to woo, but woo looked annoyed. possibly bc he was trying to interact with the fan and san kept invading his space. to me it looked like san was being possessive, craving woo’s attention esp bc woo’s interest and attention was on the fan at that time.

i’m not gonna post all of the moments bc this post is already too long, but i think the fansigns showed how they both want each others attention and how possessive they can be. san’s jealousy appears more often because he’s just generally more transparent than woo. but anyway i’m tired, thas it. 

i’m gonna just do a separate post for woo, ‘cause it’s just too long. xD

[fuzzballsheltiepants]

Picture Kevin, three years old, running after his mother on awkward too-short legs in the park across the street from their home.  She laughs and grabs his little hands, swooping him off the ground in a great arc and he squeals and kicks his feet and shouts, “Again, mummy, again!”  He seems to glow in the sun, and Kayleigh had never thought that love could be like this, something so big and all-encompassing it feels like pain.

Picture Kevin, four years old, already learning to read; at first Kayleigh thought it was memorization of his favorite books, but one day at the library he finds a book with a frog and a toad and he sounds out words on his own.  Her heart swells with pride, and she kisses him on the top of his head and brushes back his silky hair and the frog and toad book finds its way home with them.

Picture Kevin, five years old, coming home from school bubbling with excitement day after day.  “I made a new friend, mummy.”  “Did you know that a long time ago Ireland was covered with ice, mummy?  And there were furry el-fants and huge deers and all kinda stuff that’s gone stinked now.”  “We drew today and I drew you and me and we were playing exy and the teacher said it was really really good.”  “I know maths now, mummy.  So much maths.”  After school he pulls out his legos and starts adding to the giant structure that has taken over one corner of their living room.  “It’s a castle, mummy.  It’s s’posed to be big.”

Picture Kevin, six years old, leading Kayleigh through the streets from shop to shop.  Gravely saying hello to the shop owners, who smothered their smiles and exchanged looks with Kayleigh over Kevin’s head.  He talked about fish to the grocer and dinosaurs to the bookstore cashier and space to the pharmacist and then ran into the green to kick a ball around with some kids from school.  “I like football okay, mum, but it’s not as much fun as exy.”  They put on music in the car and he sings along, not caring if he’s in tune, just singing for the pure joy of it.  Kayleigh wonders when she started becoming afraid of people who couldn’t even hear her; how many years had it been since she hadn’t cared what anybody thought?  She turns up the music and sings along too.

Picture Kevin, seven years old, in tiny exy gear, playing in little league.  He throws himself into it with abandon; sometimes the ball ends up in the little stands set up around the pint-sized court; sometimes he releases too late and it just bounces sadly off the ground; once it ricocheted off the low wall and whacked him in the shoulder.  He rubbed at it, glaring at the offending ball, but two seconds later he was laughing and leaping back into the fray.  He knocked a defender over, then stopped to extend a hand to help him up, and they hugged it out while someone else scored.  Afterwards the defender went out with them for pizza and they talked about space robots for a solid hour until Kayleigh was ready to scream.

Picture Kevin, eight years old.  Somber.  Lost.  Riko, promising to be his friend, and Kevin swallowing against the lump in his throat and nodding.  Riko, a dark-eyed island in the sea of grief.

Picture Kevin, nine years old.  Riko made good on his promise; he’s Kevin’s friend, his only friend; his brother, in all but genetics.  Kevin trains, and he doesn’t make mistaken throws anymore.  His footwork is sure.  Tetsuji praises him, and he basks in the words, and vows to train harder.

Picture Kevin, ten years old.  Riko drawing a 2 on his cheek; Kevin returning the favor, the 1 he draws precise, painstaking.  “We are the best,” Riko murmurs, “you and me,” and Kevin smiles.  One of the college students plays some music in the locker room, and Kevin remembers this song—the melody, the words.  The song plays through his head, and he longs to sing along, but Riko ignores it and Kevin closes his mouth on the lyrics.  He can hear something, in the Master’s locked office behind him; a muffled thud, and a groan, and somehow it’s louder than the music.

Picture Kevin, eleven years old.  They go on a trip to a natural history museum, something their tutor recommended.  Riko wanders around, haughty and bored; Kevin trails after.  The placards at the exhibits call to him; so many facts, laid out before him; a real mammoth skeleton towers above, and Kevin wants nothing more than to gape at the enormous curving tusks, but Riko tugs him away.  “This stuff doesn’t matter,” Riko says.  “We’re going to make Court.  We’re going to build Court our way, and it will be perfect.”  Kevin wonders if perfect is worth it, but then swallows down the traitorous thought.

Picture Kevin, twelve years old.  Already there are murmurs.  Of his greatness, of Riko’s.  Together, they are unstoppable.  The Master tells them they would be the best, and they do not wish to prove him wrong.  Always, Riko is with him; except once in a rare while when the Master takes him away.   At first, he would come back pale and shaken, and Kevin would hear him sniffling in his bed; but that stopped a long time ago.  Riko never talks about what they do.  “Moriyama stuff,” he said, stiff and proud.  They meet a new player; a possible recruit, for Riko’s Perfect Court.  Nathaniel’s tiny and fast and he laughs as he intercepts a ball from Kevin that he never should’ve even had a chance at, and for a few moments Kevin thinks he can remember what it was like when his mother would cheer him on.  Then the three of them are brought up, up to the tower where they meet Nathaniel’s father who looks just like him, and Kevin learns what “Moriyama stuff” really is.

Picture Kevin, thirteen years old.  Someone asks him in an interview, after his team wins the Little League championships again, about how it feels to follow in his mother’s footsteps.  He doesn’t even really know what he says; he’d been coached on this so many times it was all automatic.  But that night all he can think about is that he doesn’t remember his mother’s voice anymore.  He doesn’t cry; he can’t cry, there’s nowhere that he’s safe.  For he’s not really a Day anymore, except in name, and he knows too well what it means to be a Moriyama.

Picture Kevin, fourteen years old.  A new recruit arrives, and this one won’t run in the night like Nathaniel did.  He doesn’t speak a lot of English, and he’s taller than Kevin, and he doesn’t know why he’s there.  One day he checks Riko into the boards, and that’s when Jean first starts to learn his place.  Riko and Kevin—they had already learned.  That night Kevin holds Jean in his arms as tears leak from his eyes unbidden, and they don’t talk, lest they be found. 

Picture Kevin, fifteen years old.  They play against the college students now.  Faster.  Harder.  More.  At night, he soothes his aching muscles by delving over his books.  He was smart, the tutor told him; he could study anything he wanted.  But it was history that drew him, history that was endlessly fascinating.  Who knew that facts were such subjective things?  So many layers to unpeel, to distract.  

Picture Kevin, sixteen years old.  Pro teams already are banging down the doors for contracts for the pair of them, but they will have to wait.  The professional leagues have less status than the NCAAs; the Master had already decided that they would use the pros as summer training, nothing more.  He pored over college tape instead of worrying about it.  He knew all the coaches in NCAA exy, all their styles.  Except Coach Wymack, who was new.  Coach Wymack, a bleeding heart with a hopeless future at a mid-sized university.  Oh, the university would humor him, for hadn’t Kevin’s mother taught him?  But they would lose patience, once they realized he could not win.  Kevin would pity him, but pity was for the weak.  He thought he remembered reaching a hand out to a fallen player, but he must have made that up.  He would never be afforded the luxury of kindness.

Picture Kevin, seventeen years old.  A letter, creased and yellowed in his hand.  Jean, wide-eyed beside him as he studied the writing in a strong and graceful hand.  “Will you tell him?” Jean asks, little more than a whisper lest the Master come in and see what Kevin found, hidden in a history book that had no doubt remained unopened for a decade.  Kevin refolded it, slowly, carefully.  “There’s nothing to tell.”  And if Jean noticed him tucking the letter into his jacket pocket, he didn’t say a thing.  That night, he charmed one of the college students to pass over a bottle of vodka, and he relished the burn down his throat, the way it made him forget.

Picture Kevin, eighteen years old.  Newly annointed to Court, Riko by his side.  He raises his chin as the cameras click all around him, the smile on his lips foreign and familiar.  He knows his press smile, his press laugh, his press voice.  He doesn’t remember what his real one is anymore.  He looks at Riko, laughing easily next to him, and he thinks there was a time without that glint in his brother’s eyes, without that cruel note to his voice, but then he thinks maybe he was fooling himself all along.  

Picture Kevin, nineteen years old.  Watching Riko, sprinting up the court, waiting for the pass.  Kevin has a clear shot; a guaranteed goal; but he pivots and throws to Riko instead.  Two seconds later the goal lights up red, and Riko is celebrating.  Kevin swallows down the bile in his throat and joins in the cheer.  Thea looks at him from across the court and shakes her head, but she never says a thing.  She’s never felt the sharp edge of Riko’s cruelty, but rumors travel fast underground.  She may not know, but she has held onto Kevin in the dark and helped him find relief from the pain.

Picture Kevin, twenty years old.  His legs are bruised in stripes from the Master’s cane, from Riko’s racquet; he’s slumped on the hotel room floor.  Nothing feels real, anymore; it hasn’t for a long time.  He cradles his hand against his chest, but he doesn’t see the red; just the green green fields and cobbled streets.  He doesn’t hear his own shallow breaths, whistling through his teeth; just his mother’s voice, that he thought he had forgotten, singing off key.  Softly at first, then louder.  Jean pulls him to feet he can barely feel, and he presses his forehead to Kevin’s, and he whispers in the accent he never surrendered, “Go, and be safe.”  And Kevin goes, but he knows not what safety is.

Picture Kevin, twenty one years old.  He feels scraped raw; has, since the day Jean whispered in his ear; like his hand has healed, but he was dragged across cement every day without end.  Only Andrew keeps him here, keeps him from bleeding out upon the ground.  He’s not certain if his facade is intact, but he reaches deep inside himself and finds it.  Neil’s fighting him, and somehow that helps; if he focuses on Neil’s idiotic stubborn streak he can forget that the last time he was here he had Riko by his side.  He walks out onto the stage to a round of applause, and Andrew is staring up at him with those eyes and he can breathe a little easier.  But then—he’s there.  Riko is there, and his cruelty has been whetted like a blade.  Kevin has not forgotten its sharpness.  But Neil parries every blow of Riko’s, and he’s stupid and he’s brave and Kevin wonders how on earth he got this way and he wonders if—if maybe he should try to learn.

Picture Kevin, twenty two years old.  The crowd is screaming; the stands are rumbling with the thunder of thousands of feet.  Neil is to one side of him; Andrew to the other.  They are becoming what he had once seen; the sculpture inside the marble, slowly being chiseled out.  The rest of the Foxes range behind him, and his father stands tall at the back.  Kevin takes a deep breath, drops the butt of his racquet to the ground, shifting it to his left hand.  The stadium quakes, and it should.  He takes a step onto the polished wood floor of the court he knew better than any in the world, and nothing will ever be the same.

[crypticpaw]

Touchy Subject

Entrapta X Hordak fic!

Author’s Note: Back at it again with my cat/dog stuff! Wanted to post it here too ‘cause it’s not doing as good on Ao3 as my first one!  I really hope you guys like this one too!

-Emily! Emily, did you get it? - Entrapta yelled at the other side of the room while digging through her tool box. She had misplaced her pliers again! And now had to stop everything she was doing to look for it. Emily came back with a sad beep and no pliers. Entrapta growled to herself, throwing everything over her head, making a mess in the Sanctum. Raising herself on her ears, she looked through the higher shelves, but nothing. -Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! Where did I leave that damn thing?! -she exclaimed, throwing and empty juice box on the ground out of frustration. -Left what where, Entrapta? She turned to look at Hordak, standing in the Sanctum's entrance. Imp screeched and flew over to Emily, landing on top of the robot, exchanging beeps. Entrapta jumped back at the floor at his side, looking around. -Hordak! Great timing! -she wagged her tail. -Have you seen my pliers? I can't find them anywhere! She sniffed a trail through the ground, trying to pick up her scent, but nothing that she hadn't already recognised. Hordak followed her with his head, a small smile on his face. -Have you misplaced it again? -he purred. Her pouting face and the way she stomped her paws when she was frustrated was always amusing to him. Entrapta's whole demeanour entertained him greatly since they started working together. The way her ears perked up when a noise startled her, how her whole backside moved when she waged her tail too much, how she had "zoomies" when she was too excited. His smile grew. Entrapta turned to him and Hordak frowned his face again. "The wanton show of affection is an act of lesser species!", Horde Prime's voice echoed in his head. -Yeah, I can't find it anywhere! Can you help me look? -she said from under a table. -Is it not in your room? -he sniffed as he entered the Sanctum. -No, I looked there! I've been looking for 20 minutes now! -she growled. -Oh, no! What if I left it on Dryl?! But I couldn't have left it there! I used it yesterday- MRAAAAAAOOOOWWLLL!!! Entrapta took a step back, scared. Her eyes widened as she turned to Hordak. She didn't even know he could make a sound like that! He jumped a few steps back, growling and hissing, his right front paw off the ground shaking. A drop of blood fell on the ground. -Are you okay? -she rushed to him. -WHY IS EVERYTHING ON THE GROUND?! THAT'S THE THIRD BLOODY TIME THIS HAPPENS!! -he cursed. She took his paw and turned it. He had stepped on a nail, and it had gone deep. -Oh, it's just a nail! -she said, trying to calm him. -I know how to fix it! Don't move, it'll sting a little bit! -What?! Before he could do anything, she grabbed the nail with her teeth and yanked it off his paw. He yowled and fell back again. Licking the blood off, cursing under his breath. Imp flew back to his shoulder, chirping worried. Hordak chirped back at him, reassuring the kitten, but he couldn't put pressure on his foot again without it hurting. -Don't put it on the ground! It'll get dirt on the wound! -Entrapta held his paw up with her ear. -I've handled worse! Hordak tried to pull his paw away, but her grip on him was strong. She was awfully stubborn when she wanted, like when she had built him his new armor. She had tossed him around like a ragdoll, like his weight was nothing to her. It was impressive. The crystal in his chest glowed. It did that every time he thought about her. He felt his cheeks warm up. "What is this?!", he thought. His heart seemed to swell whenever she was close. Entrapta turned back to him and he turned his head away. He hissed when she put a cream in his paw. It burned. -Sorry, I know it hurts! I stepped on a nail when I was a puppy too! It hurt like hell! -she giggled. -My nannies had to chase me 'cause I didn't want them to touch the wound 'cause it hurted so much! Hearing her voice calmed him, as she rolled bandages in his paw. He thought it was a bit much for a simple wound, but he wasn't about to stop her. -Thank you... -he said, a little too low. Entrapta smiled, blushing a little. Her tail wagged and she kissed his paw after finishing his bandages. It Hordak stopped on his tracks. She had returned to look for her pliers, but he just sat there, looking from his paw, to her, and back. His nose wrinkled in confusion. -What was THAT?! -he asked, absolutely shocked. -I kissed your paw better! -You... what...? Entrapta tilted her head, confused. -I... kissed your paw better... -she replied slowly. -Why do you look confused? -I am. I don't know what "kissing it better" means. Entrapta shook her head, processing what he had just said. -Well... basically, when someone you care about is hurt, you kiss over the wound as to hope the pain goes away faster... -she sat on her ears to explain. -Don't you do that? With Imp, I mean? When he bumps his head while flying? Imp screeched, undignified. Great, now he was actually going to demand Hordak kissed him. He side-eyed the kitten in his shoulder to stay quiet. -No! I comfort him, but I never kissed anybody! -he puffed up his chest. -The wanton show of affection is an act of lesser species! He said it outloud without thinking. Entrapta's ears dropped, her expression hurt. Hordak immediately started internally scolding himself for it. -N-not that you are- I meant- I didn't- What I m-meant was- he stuttered. Imp screeched at him again, begging him to stop, he was making things worse. He was already a defective clone, tossed on this planet to die, might as well own to it. -I... I liked it... -Hordak mumbled. -You what? -Entrapta smiled brightly, her ears perked up and her tail started wagging. "I... I liked it...", Imp repeated to her, in a louder tone. Hordak growled at him and Entrapta laughed. -But I thought it was an "act of lesser species"! -she giggled. -To Horde Prime it is, but... I am a defective clone, as you have witnessed it yourself... -his ears drew back. -And as such, I'm subjected to the same feelings as yo- She kissed his cheek. He turned to her, cheeks red. -Oh my gosh, you're blushing! -her tail wagged madly. -What?! -You're blushing! Your cheeks are red! -she pointed at him. -Blushing is the involuntary reddening of someone's face due to embarrassment, emotional stress, or from some kind of romantic stimulation! And you're doing it! Hordak walked to one of his cloning pods to look at his reflection, and sure enough, red as a tomato. It made him blush even more. -U-unimportant! Even if I do enjoy it, I have a reputation to maintain, and- she kissed him again. And again. And again. -What on the eternal void are you doing?! -he bared his teeth. - What? I thought you liked it! -she laughed, hanging upside down on her ears. -If you would not interrupt me- she kissed him again. -ENTRAPTA! The dog cackled, kicking her legs, Imp laughed with her. Hordak growled and turned to leave, but Entrapta grabbed him with her ears and attached herself to his back. She kissed his fur tuft on his head and Hordak hissed. He ran, trying to shake her off, but she wouldn't budge! Entrapta kept kissing his cheeks, his head and his nose, and he kept growling and hissing to no end. When he finally bumped into a wall, she took the chance and lowered herself in front of him and kissed his lips. Hordak snapped. -ENOUGH! -he grabbed her scruff and put her back on the ground to face him. -GET YOUR DAMNED EARS AWAY FROM ME! I AM NOT YOUR TEST SUBJECT! YOU WILL GO BACK TO WORK AWAY FROM MY SANCTUM AND NO ONE WILL KNOW THIS EVER HAPPENED! AM I UNDERSTOOD?! Entrapta flinched, her ears glued to her body. She pulled down her mask and rushed away trough nearest vent, tail between her legs. He took a deep breath and smothered his fur, which was tingled, and walked to the throne room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- She ruined it again. Entrapta sat in her bed, in her room, fidgeting with her ears, quietly wiping away her tears. "Quit your whining! You did this to yourself!", she scolded herself internally. This is the second friendship she managed to ruin within a year! First her Rebellion friends, now Hordak. She was scared to even go to Scorpia or Catra now. Entrapta curled up in her own ears, thinking to herself. She got what she deserved, really. Just because he had liked a little kiss on his paw, doesn't mean he would like to be smooched all over! She took it too far, pushed his limits. She had been so caught up in her stupid little crush she forgot all about him. Hordak had been nothing but sweet and supportive of her, Entrapta didn't know what she would do without him now, grown so used to his presence. She sobbed. She had admired him since she first saw his portal. Then, she noticed how he held himself with an air of confidence and power, how he could make the most snappy soldiers shut their mouths with a look. She envied that. He was perfect... And she had scared him away! Entrapta always had problems with touching others, except with Hordak. She was surprised to find this out, and acted on it without even thinking maybe he could be uncomfortable with touching too. Like an absolute jerk! "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!", she hit her own head. Looking at the vent, a terrible feeling grew on her chest. She wiped her tears and crawled back in. He deserved, at least, an apology... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- What had he done. Hordak sat in his throne, in the throne room, petting Imp, listening to his force captains give a report on something. "You idiot! You absolute imbecile!", he scolded himself internally. His force captains talked on as he did not hear a word. Thankfully, because he didn't have any pupils his soldiers never really knew where exactly he was looking, so he mostly drifted off while they talked. His tail wagged back and forth in irritation. What was he to do now that the damage had been done? The only friend he had ever made and he yelled at her to keep her paws off him. After everything she's done for him, Hordak doubted things would be the same without her again, he could barely work in his Sanctum without her there. He sighed. -Lord Hordak...? -one of the force captains asked sheepishly. -What? -he hissed. The two of them looked between each other. -W-what are we to do about the leak in the pipes- -I don't know! Get a plumber?! -he growled. -Is there anything to report about the Rebellion?! About something important?! -N-n-no... -THEN STOP WASTING MY TIME! -he bared his teeth. They turned around and left in a hurry. He slumped back in his throne with a groan, still thinking on how to fix things with Entrapta. She probably didn't want to look at his face ever again. The way she so quickly coiled her ears back when he yelled, how her tail hid between her legs, the hurt in her eyes. He would never forgive himself. As a clone, he shouldn't have interest in anything that had nothing to do with his mission or his maker, but yet, here he was, sulking away at the thought of hurting an Etherian's feelings. An Etherian Princess, worst of all! The ones he was suppose to crush into submission if he was to conquer this planet! But Entrapta had been nothing if not a light in his life since they first started working together. A light even brighter than Horde Prime's... Hordak shook his head at his own blasphemy, wiping the thought away. He should probably go look for her. She deserved, at least, an apology... -Hordak...? His ears perked up and he turned to the vent near his throne. Entrapta shyly peeked her head out to look at him, marks on her cheeks from tears already dried. "You complete and absolute fool! Look at what you've done!", his mind yelled at him. -Entrapta... -the cat's ears dropped, a pain greater than anything he had ever felt swelled on his chest, to think he had made her cry. -I...-they both said at the same time. -Please, Entrapta, you can go first... She slowly made her way to the back of his throne and sat there, scared to get closer, fidgeting with her ears. -I... I wanted to say sorry... for what I did back there, in the sanctum. -Entrapta said quietly. -I should've stopped when you told me to... I overstepped your boundaries and... I apologize... Hordak shook his head. -No, please, it's me who should apologize! -he purred. -You were only trying to comfort me and I manhandled you and yelled at you, which I should've never done! He extended his paw to her and she took it with her own, kissing it and slightly blushing. Hordak scooted over to the side, giving her room to sit with him. She took the hint and hurried over, wagging her tail happily. Their noses touched when she turned to him and he nuzzled her cheek. Entrapta circled him, wrapping him in her ears and cuddled beside him. Hordak rested his head on hers, purring loudly, as Imp chirped to Entrapta wanting in. She opened her paws and held him tight. A loud stomping noise and beeping came from the corridor, as Emily barged in carrying Entrapta's pliers. -Oh! Good girl, Emily! -Entrapta took her tool and held it in triumph. -Found it! Hordak curled his tail around her and her ears' grip on him tightened. He smiled as all of his worries melted away in Entrapta's hold.

Thanks everyone for reading! Please tell me if there any any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language!