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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 22: Captain Jerk

~Henry's house~

It was an interesting dinner that night at Henry's house, to say the least. Their food had consisted of pizza, but not any pizza you will have seen. The topping wasn't cheese, pepperoni, olives, or anything normal, it was sushi. The family had wanted to try something new, so here they were, struggling to get the pizza into their mouths with their chopsticks.

"So, who likes my special pizza?" Mrs Hart asked her children, as they fumbled with their food.

"Uhhh, I don't think sushi really works as a pizza topping," Henry told his mom, hoping that if he was honest, it would mean that they wouldn't have to eat the combination again.

"Turn on the TV! Hurry! Turn on the TV!" Mr Hart rushed in from work, interrupting the family mealtime. He ran to the couch, switching the screen on as his wife and children abandoned their sushi pizza and scrambled to see what was happening.

"What's going on?" Mrs Hart asked, wondering what all the commotion was about.

"Today, after work, I stopped off at that massage place..." He started.

"Rub Me Do?" Henry butted in.

"Yeah. And on my way out, a news reporter asked me a question." Mr Hart said proudly, believing he had done something exceptional.

"Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you. I knew that one day--" Mrs Hart smiled, glad to support her husband for even the smallest thing, but she was interrupted as the news article came on.

"Shut up, it's on!" Mr Hart silenced any words on his family's lips, staring intently at the monitor.

"Sir, excuse me!" The female reporter grabbed his attention.

"Yes?" Mr Hart said, eyeing the camera in confusion.

"How do you feel about Swellview's ban on plastic bags?" She asked, holding the microphone to his body so she could get every last word.

"Oh, well, I personally believe that some US Americans out there in Swellview, don't use plastic bags, don't have plastic bags, and I believe that our education such as South Africa and the Iraq, everywhere, like, such as..." Mr Hart was clearly caught off guard by the camera crew and the resulting gobbledygook that poured out of his mouth confused both his family and Evelyn Velasco.

"Back to you, Trent." The reporter said, quickly moving on from her interviewee's odd response.

"That was me!" Mr Hart clapped his hands together in excitement.

"Impressive." His wife complimented, not wanting to hurt her husband's feelings.

"Yeah, nailed it, Dad," Piper added sarcastically, cringing at her father's appearance on the TV.

"Wait, wait, wait, shhh, shhh." Henry turned up the volume on the TV as an interesting story came on about Captain Man.

"And on a sad note today, Swellview's very own Captain Man went superhero to superjerko." Trent Overrunder announced, shocking Henry.

"What?" He exclaimed, wondering what Ray had done.

"Warning, the clip we're about to show you is disturbing." Mary Gaperman said too, and the news played a clip of Captain Man walking up to a child's lemonade stand.

"Hi, kids." He smiled at the children, who were blown away to see the cool superhero at their stall.

"Wow! You're Captain Man!" They gasped in awe.

"That's right. Hey, how much for a cup of lemonade?" Ray asked, wanting to brighten the kids' day.

"A dollar." The little girl replied, smiling at her idol. However, her smile soon disappeared when Captain Man gasped, ripped a mailbox from the ground and promptly whacked the lemonade stand until it was destroyed. The Hart family watched in horror as the children screamed and the superhero went beserk.

"What a jerk." Trent hissed after the clip ended on Ray's snarling face. Henry switched off the TV, knowing that his boss was probably in the Man Cave, hiding from all the hate with (y/n).

"I never thought Captain Man would do something like that." Mrs Hart commented dejectedly. She had always seen the hero as brave and selfless, not a mindless psychopath like in the video.

"Neither did I," Henry replied, he had to report to work as soon as possible. His watch began to beep and flash, and he knew that Ray had probably seen the news and needed to speak with him.

"Now, I have to go!" The boy shot up from the couch, running away from his perplexed family so he could get to Junk-N-Stuff quickly.

~The Man Cave~

As soon as the news report had ended, Ray set Gooch, Schwoz and (y/n) to scanning various social media sights for the status of Captain Man's popularity. Gooch and Schwoz were sat down at the table, scrolling on their PearPad and PearBook, as (y/n) paced around with a very worried Ray. Her nerves were getting the better of her, making her hand quiver as she searched the web on her phone.

"Oh, here's a good one," Schwoz smirked, making Ray frown and cross his arms. His best friend hated how upset he was, so she put a supportive hand on his back, hoping it would convey her sympathy.

"Captain Man, the only difference between you and a box of poop is the box." The genius read aloud, making (y/n) cringe. The comments were knocking chunks out of Ray's confidence and it was killing her to watch. She sighed and rubbed the skin under his shirt as the elevator dropped down and let Henry and Charlotte out of its doors.

"We're here!" Charlotte panted, the rush to the hideout stealing her breath.

"Did you guys see the news?" Henry asked, walking over to a moody Ray and his diligent workers.

"Yeah, we saw the news. Everyone hates me now." The large man scowled. He wasn't used to being unloved by the city.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) offered him with a gentle smile, and her attempt to cheer him up made Ray feel a little better. He always had her to brighten his darkest day.

"Well, why did you smash those kids' lemonade stand?" Charlotte queried.

"A dollar a cup is not that much," Henry added, thinking that Ray had overreacted extremely.

"I didn't smash their lemonade stand because of the price." Ray stood up for himself. He'd never want to destroy the hopes and dreams of the little kids that adored him.

"Then why'd you do it?" His sidekick asked further.

"Because after the little girl said, 'one dollar', I noticed a spider on the lemonade stand. A Red Jabber!"

"A Red Jabber?" Henry repeated, flabbergasted that Ray saw one of the dangerous arachnids.

"Those are deadly," Charlotte said, highlighting her cleverness.

"I know! That's why I smashed it before it could hurt those kids." Ray exclaimed, causing everyone to nod in understanding.

"Aw, you're so sweet and considerate..." (y/n) cooed, pinching Ray's cheeks as she melted from how he saved the children. The man nearly fainted at her words, being praised by her was one thing, but being called 'sweet'? He loved it.

"Well, then I say, who cares? So what if everybody hates you?" Schwoz said, thinking that if Ray knew he did nothing wrong then everyone else's opinion didn't matter.

"I'm a superhero, I don't want to be hated by everybody," Ray replied. He had been working hard for 25 years to build up a positive relationship with the citizens of Swellview, what would he do if they all rejected him now?

"Well, you are." The small genius said, bluntly.

"Dah, what am I gonna do?" Ray growled, not knowing what to do since this had never happened before.

"First of all, you're not going to panic." (y/n) told him, and he put his arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. She always knew what to say when he was upset since she could read him like no one else.

"Why don't you just make a video apologising?" Charlotte suggested, breaking her boss's focus on his helper.

"Yeah, that's goooood. The public loves it when famous people beg for forgiveness." Henry agreed with his friend. The internet was full of apology videos, so Captain Man's would hopefully be well-received.

"No. No. I did nothing wrong. I don't care what people think of me." Ray crossed his arms in refusal. His friend sighed as he scowled at the thought of being soppy and remorseful in front of millions of people.

"We both know that isn't true." (y/n) said to him, giving him a knowing look.

"But I don't like begging for forgiveness on the internet." He whined at her, throwing a tantrum at having to admit that he did something wrong.

"You don't have to like it, you just have to do it." She replied in a firm voice, making Ray groan. He hated it when she used her motherly tone with him, mainly because it meant that she was right about something.

"Ughhhhhhh." He complained, frowning as Charlotte grabbed a camera.

"Blow a bubble and get grovelling." (y/n) smirked, watching him put on his uniform in a sulk.

"I'm Captain Man, and I care very much what you, the people, think of me. So, most of you have seen the viral video of me, in which I used a mailbox to demolish a lemonade stand run by two small children. Since then, I've read many of your comments, very hurtful comments, some suggesting that I should do things to myself, some of which of physically impossible. But that video didn't tell the real story. You see, I spotted a dangerous spider, and I used that mailbox to beat the spider to death. That's the truth. And if any of you were upset by the video, I am truly sorry."

Everyone in Swellview had seen the apology video. Jasper, Henry's parents, Piper, a Beatles tribute band, pretty much every kid in Swellview High, the entire city, but none were more proud of it than Ray. He thought he'd done a pretty good job of sounding truly remorseful, and he hit his hands against the computer's control panel in happiness. Turning around to his friends, who had all gathered behind him to hear what he had said.

"Ahh?" He looked at them with an ecstatic expression.

"That was perfect," Henry told him, thinking that had done everything right.

"Yeah?" Ray was glad that they thought it would do the trick.

"You even got the 'sad apology video face' right." (y/n) smiled, and everyone agreed that he had done a great job.

"Thanks, guys. Hey, go online and check what people are saying about me now." The large man piped up, his fingers crossed that his popularity was rising. The group spread out so they could check their social media feeds, and Ray anxiously folded his arms as the comments rolled in. Their lack of response was troubling to him.

"Well? Henry? " he asked, their silence made him nervous.

"Uhhh, this one says 'Captain Man, you liar, I hate you." Henry read the first comment he saw on Twitflash.

"Well, that's a little negative," Ray said, quickly moving on to someone else.

"Charlotte?" He hoped that the girl could give him something better.

"This one says 'Oh, please. The only reason Captain Man apologised is to make us think he's sorry.'" She looked up at Ray sheepishly, scared of his reaction.

"Well, yeah. Gooch, read." The large man was starting to get annoyed, but he wanted to check every social media site.

"Yo, Captain Man, why don't you..." My religious beliefs prevent me from reading the rest out loud." The Indian man grew teary-eyed at what the hater had put, and he quickly left to go back up to Junk-N-Stuff.

"Schwoz?" Ray looked at the little guy on his PearBook.

"This guy just posted a picture of you, but he changed your head to something else," Schwoz said, making Ray and (y/n) walk over to see what it was.

"Changed my head? What did he change it to?" He asked, wondering how bad it was.

"Ohhhh! That's horrible. What is that?" Ray grimaced, seeing that the person had put a poop emoji over his face.

"That's poop," Henry said, peeping over the adults' shoulders.

"It means you're a shhhh....poop head." (y/n) changed her language at the last second, not wanting to influence the kids in the room more than she already did. Ray groaned at how everyone still hated him. This was going to be a tricky problem to solve.

~Later in Junk-N-Stuff~

The Man Cave crew had gone upstairs to Junk-N-Stuff, still hung up about how Swellview hated Captain Man. They were all munching on sweetcorn cobs as they pondered over what to do.

"Ooooh, I have an idea," Charlotte exclaimed, a thought popping into her head. Schwoz, Henry Ray and (y/n) looked at her eagerly, ready to hear what she had to say.

"Okay, what do people want to know most about Captain Man?" Charlotte started.

"What he wears under his man suit?" Schwoz joked, annoying everyone apart from (y/n), who just blushed at the thought.

"They wanna know where he lives and works." (y/n) said, knowing that before she met Ray, she was endlessly curious to know about the mysterious superhero.

"Right. So we have a contest." Charlotte nodded, her plan coming together in her head.

"We have a contest," Henry repeated, wanting to feel like he was contributing.

"And the winners get a private tour of the Man Cave," Charlotte explained.

"Of the Man Cave." Henry echoed again, which was really starting to annoy the dark-haired girl.

"Wait, we can't reveal the secret location of the Man Cave," Ray said, the idea of criminals and fans alike rushing into his home freaking him out.

"Maybe we don't have to. Gooch can meet the winners somewhere else, put them in sacks..." (y/n) theorised. They'd done it before, surely they could do it again.

"And then he could bring them here and send them down in the tube." Henry finished, thinking the plan sounded pretty good.

"And send them down the tubes. Annoying, isn't it?" Charlotte gave Henry a playful glare, pointing out that his repetition got on her nerves.

"But everybody hates me. Why is a tour of the Man Cave going to make people like me again?" Ray threw his corn cob away and looked at the kids and his best friend.

"Because you know how people are. They get mad about stupid crap, but once something bigger comes along, they forget why they were mad and talk about the new thing." (y/n) explained, taking a few nibbles of her corn.

"Okay, but what kind of contest to pick the winners?" Ray asked, getting on board with what they were saying.

"We put up a website so people can go online and try to guess some big number. The first three people who get it right, win." Charlotte explained simply, Schwoz nodding along from his seat in the window.

"And I know the perfect URL for the website. Guess-that-number-dot-com." Henry said as Ray chuckled at the idea.

"That's pretty clever," Charlotte said in a monotone voice, as she and (y/n) rolled their eyes at the males' dumbness.

"Wait, so, we're going to have some random people in our living space?" (y/n) looked at Ray, her nerves starting to flutter in her stomach. She wasn't good with guests or new people, which was shown by the fact that she lived in the secret hideout of a mysterious superhero.

"Yeah, but don't worry, there'll be no trouble on Captain Man's watch," Ray told her with a gentle smile, calming her anxiety. He never wanted her to hate living with him, so he would make damn sure that this PR mission went smoothly for both of them.

~A few days later~

"Number guessing fever is taking Swellview by storm as people all over town tried to win a special VIP tour of Captain Man and Kid Danger's secret headquarters. So far two people have guessed the secret number, which leaves only one spot left. Here's Trent with more details." Mary Gaperman smiled into the camera.

It had been a hectic few days. Swellview had lapped up the chance at seeing the Man Cave, and soon, their hatred of Captain Man was forgotten. Even the newsreaders were too busy to do anything else but feverishly guess the numbers.

"Trent?" Mary looked at her colleague.

"Shhh! Don't bug me. I'm trying to guess the number." Trent snapped at her, rapidly entering digit after digit into the website. Mary looked at the camera again before grabbing her tablet and doing the same. Everyone in Swellview would give their right kidney to guess the lucky number.

"So then my uncle Rosco tells my aunt Susan, 'Oh no, baby, I didn't forget. Look, I made you a swimsuit calendar.'" Charlotte said to Henry, as the two walked to his porch. The 'Captain Man number fever' had swept over the city, and they were just riding the wave.

"Oh, were you talking?" Henry broke out of his daydream, realising that his friend had been talking to him.

"You didn't listen to one word I said." Charlotte pointed out.

"Well, sorry. I'm just really worried that Jasper's gonna win the contest." Henry admitted. If Jasper won, how was Henry meant to be Kid Danger around him?

"He's not going to win the contest." The dark-haired girl reassured him.

"He's been sitting in his basement for the last four days trying to guess the number," Henry said, recalling how Jasper hadn't left the house or even slept properly for the last few days.

"Dude, everyone in Swellview's trying to guess that number," Charlotte replied, remembering how (y/n) picked one of the most obscure numbers she could think of for the competition.

"Yeah, but if Jasper does win, he's going to be down in the Man Cave with me for, like, an hour." The blond kid told her.

"So?" Charlotte didn't see the issue he had.

"What if he figures out that--shhhhh. What if he figures out that I'm Kid Danger?" Henry stopped himself from shouting his secret identity to the entire city.

"The odds of Jasper winning are, like, 50 million to one." The girl eased his concern, knowing that it was highly unlikely that their friend would be the one to crack the code.

"All right." Henry sighed, letting go of his worry. The friends walked into the house and were confused to see Piper pacing up and down the couch area, drilling lots of kids on various devices.

"Yeah, let's keep up the pace." She snapped, strolling behind the couch so she could keep an eye on their progress.

"Come on, my grandma can type random numbers faster than that!" She hissed at a little boy on a laptop before returning to her own PearPad.

"Piper. What's going on?" Henry asked his sister, looking across his crowded house.

"I'm paying these kids to help me win the contest so I can go to Captain Man and Kid Danger's secret headquarters." She said, causing panic to take root in Henry's and Charlotte's stomachs.

"Uh..." The boy didn't know how to respond, so he looked at Charlotte for help.

"There's almost no chance any of these kids are going to guess the right nu---" She shouldn't have jinxed it, because that's exactly what happened.

"I got it! I guessed the number!" A little boy said in delight, but Piper snatched his PearBook from his lap.

"I got it! I guessed the number!" The girl cried in happiness, taking the boy's victory. The two teens looked at her with horrified faces.

"Yay..." Henry congratulated his sister slowly, even though he felt like dying on the inside.

"Can I have my laptop back?" The little boy asked Piper, who hugged the device to her chest protectively.

"No! Mine now!" She retaliated, running to her room so she could put it in a safe place.

"I guess you guys can go home now." Herny addressed the kids, giving them two thumbs up.

No, we can't" The winning boy said in a cute voice.

"Piper took our shoes." A blonde little girl said from the end of the couch and showed the teens her bare feet. How were they meant to deal with this?

~The Man Cave~

Ray, Schwoz and (y/n) were watching the news on the computer, looking at the pictures of the winners in the top left corner of the screen.

"Well, three lucky winners will soon be VIP guests in the secret headquarters of Captain Man and Kid Danger." Trent Overrunder smiled, as he read out the latest news.

"You know, it's so great of Captain Man to do this." Mary Gaperman added, her positive reaction making (y/n) hug Ray's shoulders in joy. Ray looked at Schwoz happily and the small guy gave him a thumbs up, from both the girl on his shoulders and the good news.

"I wasn't done reading the story," Trent said, causing the female news reporter to bow her head in shame.

"Oh, sorry." The woman said sadly, making (y/n) feel sorry for her. Trent was always an absolute bastard with her.

"Are you? Because you do this all the time." The man hissed at her, causing anger to flare up in the young woman watching. No one deserved to be spoken to like that, especially on live television.

"Absolute dickhead." She mumbled as Ray slammed his hand against the off button and stood up.

"Bah. You hear that? They love me now." The large man smiled gleefully, walking away from the computer and kicking his leg out in celebration. He took (y/n)'s wrist and started to do a little dance with her, twirling around and everything. She laughed along with him, as Schwoz checked social media.

"Yeah, and they didn't even mention the horrible thing you did to those kids' lemonade stand." The little man commented, igniting more triumph in Ray.

"I know! Hyah!" Ray let go of one of (y/n)'s hands so he could do a little karate chop. Honestly, he was like a big kid on Christmas Day.

"And your Facepage has four thousand new thumbs upses," Schwoz said, noticing how Ray's popularity had shot up. Ray laughed again and picked his best friend up in celebration, throwing her over his shoulder and spinning around.

"RAY, NO!" She squealed and kicked her legs as spun her around, him feeling so happy that he could share this glorious moment with her.

"Aw, this whole VIP tour thing was a great idea." Ray smiled at Schwoz, who raised his eyebrows at how his boss kept the young woman over his shoulder. Ray ignored the look, thinking that if he ignored how he felt, his fiery passion would eventually die down. The elevator dropped down suddenly and Henry and Charlotte came running out.

"We gotta cancel the VIP tour thing!" The boy said, eyeing (y/n)'s position with a funny look. The woman sighed, looking through her hair to see the kids upside down.

"Don't ask..." She told them, and Ray slid her off his shoulder so he could properly talk to the kids.

"What?" Schwoz asked. It was Henry and Charlotte that had wanted to do the tour in the first place, now they wanted to cancel it. Why?

"One of the winners is my little sister, Piper," Henry explained.

"Really?" Ray asked, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. This was a problem.

"Of course, I thought I recognised the kid on the news!" (y/n) smacked her forehead, feeling like she had missed something really obvious. How had she not realised that girl was Henry's sister?

"Who's she going to bring as her guest? She gonna bring your mom?" Ray smirked at Henry and the young woman next to him swallowed at the thought. She hated when he brought girlfriends to the Man Cave and the thought of one of them being Henry's married mother made it seem even worse.

"Remember what happened with my mom last time you saw her? I don't know who she's bringing." Henry looked at him with a pointed stare, shutting Ray up. He definitely remembered the kind advice the woman had given him, advice that he still hadn't taken.

"What happened last time?" (y/n) piped up. This was a story she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. However, her curiosity was too great and she wanted to know what had happened between the two, even if it broke her heart.

"Nothing!!" Ray said a little too quickly, the thought of telling the girl that Henry's mom advised that he should confess his love to her making his cheeks flush. (y/n) took his flustered appearance to mean that things had happened between them, and she promptly shut her mouth and bit her lip before a whimper could escape.

'Another notch on his belt.' She thought bitterly, mentally swotting away all the vile images of her friend and Henry's mother in a passionate tangle from her mind.

"Henry's afraid that Piper's gonna recognise him." Charlotte's voice caught her back to reality.

"Oh, no, she won't." Ray brushed off the comment, Schwoz being the only person who saw how (y/n) had to pull herself back together from her thoughts. He could see her inner battle and knew that every time Ray went off with another girl, she took a step back from confessing to him.

"You're going to be in your Kid Danger suit and mask." The little guy said, switching his focus from the young woman to Henry.

"Well, yeah, but she's going to be down here with us for, like, an hour," Henry exclaimed, the whole business stressing him out.

"All right, calm down your pants." (y/n) said to the boy, using her gentlest voice to calm him down.

"Schwoz can disguise your face," Ray told him, pointing to the genius who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I give you good face disguise." The little man explained. That was simple technical trickery to him.

"What about my voice?" Henry asked, knowing that Piper would instantly recognise him when he spoke to her.

"Can you disguise his voice, too?" Charlotte jumped in.

"Easy. Look." Schwoz took a small metal disk from his upper pocket and stuck it under his chin.

"Excuse me. Henry, will you help me find my mommy?" Schwoz said, the voice filter making him sound like a creepy little kid. Everyone frowned in discomfort at how weird he sounded, (y/n) and Ray drifting into each other's arms like they did when they watched horror movies together.

"No, stoppppp. You're freaking me out." The young woman said, clutching the red material of Ray's shirt.

"Will you buy me a pony?" Schwoz asked again in the creepy voice, stepping closer to Henry, Ray and (y/n). They all grimaced and groaned, (y/n) burying her face into Ray's pec from fear. He sounded like one of those creepy, stalker children in horror movies, the ones where the child always viciously murders everyone and she needed her superhero to protect her.

"Aahh! Stop that!" Henry yelled at Schwoz, as his boss backed him and (y/n) away from the genius.

"You're scaring (y/n)! And me!" Ray shouted too, shivering at how Schwoz was looking at them. He held his best friend to his chest, feeling her press herself into his hard body. He tried to keep his mind off how she fitted against him so perfectly as she covered her ears. Charlotte smirked when she saw him cradle her head, knowing that he could deny it all he wanted to, but he couldn't get away from the fact that he was her protector and she was happy to bask in his safety.

~At Henry's house~

Jasper had rushed over to his best friend's house when he heard that Piper had won the Captain Man contest. He hoped he could convince her to take him as her guest, but with Piper, begging was difficult.

"Pleeeeease?" He pleaded with the little girl, but she didn't want to take her brother's oafish friend.

"No!" She replied harshly.

"But it's my dream to see Captain Man's headquarters. Please, let me be your guest." The curly-haired teen put his hands together, begging Piper.

"Will you wear whatever I tell you to wear?" She smirked. If she was going to take him, she was going to subject him to humiliation.

"I don't know... My mom usually picks my outfits." Jasper wasn't sure if he wanted to look like an idiot in front of his heroes.

"Will you wear whatever I tell you to wear?" Piper reiterated, confirming that she needed him to agree with this if she was going to take him.

"You have three seconds to answer. One..." The girl glared at him when he stumbled over his response.

"Wait!" Jasper was freaked out by her counting.

"Two..."

"Yes, I'll wear anything. I'll wear anything." The boy pleaded, falling to his knees, which greatly pleased Piper.

"Fine. You can be my guest." She agreed, excited to put him through misery.

"Yes! All right! Whoo! Yeah!" Jasper ran around the living in excitement as Henry and Charlotte came in.

"Uhhh, what's going on here?" Henry asked, confused as to why Jasper was so happy in Piper's presence.

"I'm going to be Piper's guest when she goes to Captain Man's secret headquarters." The boy told his friends, causing Henry to shout in painful irritation. Of all people, why them?

"That's great, man. Gyahhhhhh!" He yelled again after congratulating his best friend.

~Day of the Tour, in the Man Cave~

Charlotte had been assisting (y/n) in getting the Man Cave all spick and span for their imminent guests. They had cleaned, dusted, hung decorations and even prepared a buffet. Ray, all kitted out in his man suit, was checking all the machinery as Schwoz came out of the secret door, ready to show them Kid Danger's new look.

"Hey, look who's here." He gestured to Henry, who came out from the back room with a 'new face'. His nose was larger and his general appearance just didn't look like him, which shocked his friends.

"Whoa. Woooow." Charlotte gasped and prodded at his prosthetics.

How do I look?" The boy asked.

"Completely unrecognisable," Ray answered, thinking that his sidekick had nothing to worry about now.

"Yeah, you've done a great job, Schwoz." (y/n) complimented the little guy's skill, admiring how flawless the makeup was. It looked like real skin.

"Wait. What about his voice?" Ray looked at Schwoz, who took out a voice filter.

"Now, sing the Little Pea Pod song." The genius instructed Henry after fitting the small metal disk to his neck.

"I'm a little pea pod, green and flat, squeeze me in the middle and squirt out my beans." Henry sang in a very low, baritone voice that was completely unlike his own. Ray patted Schwoz on the back; no one would know who Henry was now.

"Oh, man, this is crazy." The boy said, putting a gloved hand on his throat.

"Henry, good luck. Charlotte, let's go." Schwoz put his hand on the girl's shoulder and guided her to the elevator.

"Whoa, where are you taking Charlotte?" (y/n) asked, not knowing that they were going out during the tour.

"To pick up my sister from the airport," Schwoz replied.

"Your sister who looks like a horse?" Ray stated, remembering how ugly the guy's sister was.

"Yeah, that one." The man replied in a dejected voice.

"Come on, it's not nice to say that your own sister looks like a horse, right (y/n)?" Charlotte looked to the young woman, who usually agreed with her on things like this. Sadly though, the young woman had met Schwoz's sister and knew that she was literally like a horse.

"You haven't seen her. Show her a pic." (y/n) told Schwoz as she and Ray smirked at the thought of the funny looking woman. Schwoz pulled up a photo of his sister, who had bucked teeth, mane-like hair and other horse-like features.

"That is one crazy-looking lady," Henry said as he and Charlotte groaned at her image.

"Her name is Winnie," Schwoz told them all, which made Ray, (y/n) and Henry burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, for real?" The young woman giggled as she laughed it up with the two males. The irony was hilarious to them, especially when Ray made the noise of a horse neighing. Schwoz and Charlotte watched with annoyed expressions.

"Sorry, sorry. You guys need to go." (y/n) said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Yeah, we do. See you later." Schwoz said in an irritated voice and he and Charlotte left to go to the airport.

"Hey, you need to put on your disguise." Ray reminded her, and the woman snapped her fingers at his comment.

"Oh shoot, yeah." She said, quickly jogging up to the sprocket so she could grab her costume from her bedroom. It was silly, but it would hide her identity well enough.

"Disguise?" Henry asked Ray as the woman dashed off.

"Yeah, you know, your sister and your friend know her and we can't let the other winners know who she really is, so...disguise!" Ray said in his usual chirpy tone.

"You just want to see her in a costume..." Henry smirked at him, watching his ears turn pink.

"Henry!" Ray exclaimed, hoping that (y/n) was far away enough to not hear what he had just said. If only he knew what she had picked out...

~15 minutes later~

"(y/n), come on! The winners are coming down!" Henry yelled through the sprocket, as he and Ray stood patiently in the middle of the Man Cave.

"All right, geez!" The woman's voice rang out from the hallway as she trotted down into the main room. Ray almost fainted at her disguise and how it stretched and smoothed over her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure.

"Catwoman?" Henry asked her as she walked towards them, the boy patting Ray on the arm so he'd put his tongue back in his mouth.

"Look, this one was the cheapest and I got free delivery for it. Even if it is itchy." (y/n) replied, scratching her arm when how the cheap material irritated her skin. Oh well, it would do for the tour.

"At least you can't tell who she is," Ray said, gulping as her hips swayed until she was next to him.

"Tonight, you can call me Selina Phalange." She smirked, using her favourite fake name. The three chatted for a few more minutes until the tube alarm sounded and two sacks came down.

"Okay, here we go." Ray squeezed her shoulder and helped the sacks shuffled to the side of the tube area. After two more two journeys, the superheroes soon had all of their guests in the Man Cave.

"Hey there. We got you. There you go, one foot in front of the other." Ray said to the final two sacks as they formed one big group in front of the elevator.

"Okay, contest winners and guests," Ray said, energetically retaking his place next to (y/n).

"Drop your sacks," Henry instructed them in his fake voice, and the people did as they were told. They squinted under the harsh glare of the lights but quickly looked around in awe as they took in the glorious sight of the Man Cave.

"Welcome to the Man Cave." (y/n) greeted them, her eyebrows knitted in confusion when she saw that the bucket kid was wearing booty shorts and a crop top.

"Wooooow. I'm Jasper, who are you?" He asked excitedly, jumping up and down in front of his idols.

"I'm Selina Phalange." She said in a more bold tone than she normally would use. Catwoman had confidence, so she would too.

"What's with the Catwoman costume?" Piper asked in a confused voice, recognising her outfit from a film her brother had watched.

"If you knew her real identity, we'd have to kill you." Captain Man joked, making the group laugh, even though if they did find out who she was, they'd definitely have their memories wiped.

"Captain Man, remember me?" Jasper asked the superhero excitedly, continuing his lively bouncing.

"Yeah," Ray said in a strained voice, remembering all of his fateful encounters with the bucket-loving boy.

"Why are you wearing...that?" (y/n) gestured to his outfit.

"Oh, she made me," Jasper replied, pointing at Piper who smiled and waved sweetly.

"Nice. Uh, can you step away from me?" Ray asked the boy, feeling uncomfortable that he could see his belly button.

"Oh yeah, sure." The curly-haired boy stepped back politely.

"Be nice." (y/n) hissed in Ray's ear, reminding him that this PR exercise was their attempt to boost Captain Man's reputation. Piper sensed that this was the girl Captain Man loved as she remembered the conversation her mother had had with the hero. She made a mental note to watch the two of them carefully.

"Of course, you people have met...Selina Phalange and you all know my sidekick." Ray gestured to Henry as Piper ran up to him excitedly.

"Kid Danger!" She exclaimed, delighted to be in the boy's presence.

"That's right! We are really excited to show you the Man Cave." He smiled back at her, trusting that she couldn't see through his prosthetics.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Piper frowned. He never sounded like that on TV.

"And your face?" Jasper leaned closer, making Henry gulp.

"I--uh...he..." Ray and Henry stuttered, trying to think of a response to the difficult questions.

"He went through puberty!" (y/n) cried the first thing that came to her. It explained the voice and the weird facial features, but it also embarrassed Henry.

"Selina Phalange!...is right!" Henry quickly agreed with her statement, nodding at the group who seemed to buy the explanation.

"Now, you two, I've met before, but..." Ray pointed to Jasper and Piper, then looked at a dude in a yellow coat (without a guest) and an elderly Japanese couple.

"What are your names?" Henry asked them cheerfully, ready to get to know them all. The old couple just laughed at his question and walked over to the supercomputer, confusing the group.

"And you?" Ray asked the other guy, who looked around the group shiftily, focusing a little too much of his attention on (y/n). She inhaled slowly, feeling on edge by the dude's mysterious behaviour.

"I'm Dennis. I collect celebrity socks." 'Dennis' told them, confirming that he was a bit of a weirdo. Ray gave Henry a knowing look and the two knew that they'd have to keep an eye on this one.

"Where's your guest?" (y/n) asked carefully, studying the man and his odd body language. Something about him wasn't right.

"I came alone. This sock belonged to Jennifer Lawrence." He replied, taking a grey, beach ball-print sock from his coat pocket. The superhero duo looked at each other as if to say 'he's crazy!'.

"Wow, that's cool. Not weird at all" Ray said slowly.

"That's really cool, man," Henry added too, not wanting to offend their guest.

"So, where do you guys keep your weapons?" Dennis asked, folding up his sock. (y/n) blanched at his question, her fight or flight instinct telling her to leg it.

"Uhhhh, we're gonna show you that later," Henry told the weirdo as Ray guided his best friend away from him so they could check on the Japanese couple.

"Heeeey! What you, what you doing there?" The large man greeted them, but all they seemed to be interested in was watching TV on the supercomputer. They squealed when they found a channel they liked, sitting down together so they could watch it.

"Uh, guys? We're about to start the tour and this isn't part---okay, they're not listening." (y/n) gave up trying to talk to them when they burst out laughing at an old sitcom.

"Okay, the rest of you this way." Ray directed the group to their first point of interest, thinking it was best to just let them get on with it. Boy, this was going to be a long evening...

~Later~

The couple were dying with laughter at what was happening on the TV and the whole situation made (y/n) feel like she should've joined Schwoz and Charlotte in picking up Winnie the Horse Woman. At least then she wouldn't have to put up with Dennis giving her the side-eye all the time. Ray noticed his glances too and his self-control was hanging by a thread. No sock-sniffer weirdo would hurt his girl.

"Okay, Dennis, your turn." Henry gave the dude a red chair since it was his turn to break it over Captain Man's head. Everyone loved to see Ray's superpower in action, so he begrudgingly stood still for each guest to break something over his head. It had taken some pleading and eyelash-batting from (y/n), which greatly intrigued Piper, but he eventually conceded.

Dennis took the chair from Kid Danger and whacked it as hard as he could into Ray's back. The onlookers grimaced as the splinters flew everywhere, but Ray just grunted through the pain.

"I'm okay!" He exclaimed, using his catchphrase as everyone clapped at Captain Man's performance. The young woman next to Henry sighed in relief, these experiments always made her nervous despite her having nothing to worry about. She just blamed it on her love for him.

"Thank you, now you've all had a chance to break a chair on me, let's go check out---" Ray was interrupted by Dennis.

"Your weapons?!" He asked with a clenched fist.

"Yeah, our weapons." Ray nodded, as (y/n) dashed over to him and leant up to his ear.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? This guy is crazy!" She hissed to him quietly, glancing at Dennis as he got excited about seeing their collections of guns and lasers and things.

"Yeah, it'll be fine," Ray whispered back with a brief side hug, but it didn't really calm her down. Dennis was up to no good, she just knew it.

Ray gestured for Piper and Charlotte to scooch back as he took out his remote. Even the Japanese couple were interested in this bit. Pressing a button on the remote, a display case lifted from the floor, containing some of Captain Man's dangerous, deadliest and also wackiest weapons. The people who hadn't seen it before gasped at how cool it was, well, the couple went back to watching TV, but everyone else looked at it with wide smiles.

"Now, these are some of our best weapons that Kid Danger and Captain Man use for crime-fighting." (y/n) explained, waving her hand over the various guns and grenades.

"What's that hotdog for?" Dennis pointed to the weirdest weapon they had.

"Ah. Looks like a hot dog, doesn't it? We call this the 'Covert Weiner'." Ray told them all as he delicately picked up the hotdog and showed it to them.

"Covert Weiner?" Jasper queried the funny name.

"Yes. Selina Phalange came up with it." Captain Man smiled at his helper, who blushed under his gaze. Piper was convinced, these two were totally in love.

"Kid Danger?" Ray passed it to Henry, who pretended to eat the hotdog as any normal person would.

"You see, he appears to be any normal citizen, just enjoying a hot dog." (y/n) said, as the sidekick gave them all a demonstration. No one noticed though, how intensely Dennis was staring back and forth at both her and the 'Covert Weiner'.

"Mmm, what a tasty hot dog," Henry stated, acting out his part.

"But watch this. Kid Danger, bad guy over there!" Ray suddenly yelled, opening the elevator doors to reveal a cardboard cut-out of a criminal.

"Freeze, sucker!" Henry quipped as he fired the hotdog's laser at the fake man, obliterating it in seconds.

"Whoa!"

"Awesome!" Jasper and Piper exclaimed, loving their experience so far. This was unlike anything they could have imagined.

"Yessss!" Dennis added on the end, enjoying the demonstration a little too much.

"Yes, it's incredibly powerful. Any one person could use this weapon to defeat the entire army of a small country." Ray described the weapon, holding it up in his hand.

"Can I see it?" Dennis asked in a sinister voice that Ray didn't pick up on.

"Yeah, sure." The superhero passed it over to the guy. He held the hotdog in his hands and walked off a bit as he studied it and the rest of the group talked amongst themselves. Time for him to put his plan into action.

"OKAY, NOBODY MOVE!" He yelled, pointing the covert weiner at the other guests. What a mistake Ray had made. (y/n) moved in front of Jasper as the psychopath glared at them all. Ray moved Piper and Henry back as his focus switched between Dennis and the woman he loved, who just happened to be closest to the crazy dude.

"He's got the weiner!" Henry exclaimed as the Japanese couple just laughed in blissful ignorance, completely unaware of their surroundings.

"Put the hotdog down, Dennis!" Ray said nervously, noticing that (y/n) was protecting Jasper bravely, but she had no way of protecting herself against any gunfire.

"NO!" Dennis shouted, not liking that Captain Man was trying to give him orders.

"You sick loner!" Piper said to him, as Ray pushed her away before she could aggravate the man anymore.

"Don't do it!" Dennis pointed the Weiner at Henry as he tried to take a weapon from his utility belt. Deciding that he didn't have enough leverage, the criminal lunged past Kid Danger and roughly grabbed hold of (y/n), forcing his arm around her neck in a choking grip. She struggled against him, fear kicking her instincts into overdrive.

"Now, anybody tries to stop me, this pretty girl gets it!" Dennis snarled, making Ray go pale as his biggest fear unfolded in front of him. To say she was on the brink of death, (y/n) was surprisingly keeping her nerves under control as she tried to think about the self-defence training Ray had taught her.

"All right, Dennis, just relax. Everything's fine." The superhero and his sidekick edged closer to the pair, both of their hearts hammering in their chests. If he lost her, Henry was sure Ray would never recover, so this was the tensest moment of his crime-fighting career.

"Don't talk to me in a calming voice!" The psycho shouted, putting the hot dog next to (y/n)'s head. Ray saw that her eyes were fixed on him and he felt helpless like he never had before. He was her protector, she was his light, his helper, his darling (y/n), and he had put her in this situation.

"Tell me the fastest way to get out of here!" Dennis breathed into her ear with a sickening smirk, enjoying the way his captive repulsed against the way his breath mingled on her neck. Ray's insides twisted as he watched the yellow-coated man fawn over her, his blood boiling when she grimaced in disgust.

"Go to hell, dickhead." She growled back. She wasn't going to let him get the better of her; even when she was vulnerable, she knew how to gain the upper hand. She had the knowledge, he didn't and that would keep her alive, she hoped.

"TELL ME!" He roared, tightening his arm around her throat and she gagged as her air supply was restricted.

"All right! Just step up there and a tube will come down over you." Ray gave in to his demands as he watched the young woman's hands scratch the yellow material around her neck. Dennis guided her up to the tube area, the hotdog pointed at Captain Man and Kid Danger.

"And then you just say, up the tube!" Henry instructed him, also not wanting (y/n) to get hurt any more than she already was. Dennis stood on the tube spot and shoved his hostage down the steps and into Ray's arms since he didn't need her anymore. Captain Man cradled her and let out a huge sigh of relief, overjoyed to have her back where he could keep her safe. Piper observed how they clung to each other, how she buried her face into his shoulder, how he held her like it was for the last time.

The tube came down around Dennis, who was ready to make his escape with the Covert Weiner. He shouted the correct phrase and shot off upwards and Ray and (y/n) parted, although their hands stayed in a tight hold.

"You let him get away!" Piper cried as they all reeled from the adrenaline, especially (y/n). It was surprising no one had fainted or gone into hysterics.

"Did he?" (y/n) smirked, her voice slightly raspy from the way she had been restrained.

"Override," Ray said into his remote and a loud, blaring alarm sounded in the Man Cave.

"Reverse suckage," Henry stated as he and Ray walked over to the tube controls. (y/n) guided the kids away from the area where Dennis would reappear.

"Double power." The large man added, knowing they had to get the criminal back down quickly. He pushed down the lever and the tube came down, the reversing air forcing Dennis back into the Man Cave. He landed harshly, his legs taking most of the force, but Ray was all too happy to make him suffer.

"Up the tube!"

"Down the tube!" The superhero duo watched as he groaned in pain, but they didn't care. This was payback for hurting their (y/n).

"Tube up!" Ray exclaimed, and the pipe retracted, leaving the winded Dennis to collapse on the floor.

"Right tube down!" He said into his remote again, smirking when the tube hit the man on the head. (y/n) watched with tinted cheeks as he took his time with his sweet revenge. Her cavewoman instincts, that niggling sense that was hardwired into her DNA was screaming at her, 'protector, provider.'

"Get the covert weiner!" Ray directed Henry as the kids laughed at the groaning man. Henry took the weapon back and brought it safely back to Ray's side.

"Nice going, Kid Danger." Ray complimented his sidekick, enjoying the way he was working with him.

"Just doing my job, brother." The boy joked, his deep voice making it even more comical.

"And now triple sequence. Tube up, tube down, tube up, tube down, tube up, tube down...Go!" Ray said into his remote as Dennis begged for mercy. However, he wasn't going to get any; he'd hurt the love of his life, and he was going to make him pay. The superheroes smirked as the criminal writhed in pain, but he deserved it, so they didn't feel bad.

"Hey, remember when you smashed that lemonade stand and everybody was mad at you?" Henry brought up the 'incident' again.

"Yeah? That seems like a long time ago." Ray laughed as he remembered what had happened only last week.

"Right? Henry replied as the Japanese couple laughed at their sitcom again, confusing everyone around them. What were they watching that was so funny?

"Psssst, Selina Phalange!" Piper tapped (y/n)'s wrist to get her attention as Jasper went to talk with Captain Man and Kid Danger about how awesome their fight was.

"Yes...Piper?" The young woman replied, acting as though she had only known the girl for one day.

"How long have you been Captain Man's girlfriend?" She asked in an innocent voice, even though the mischievous glint in her eye would suggest otherwise.

"Wh—no, I'm not—how...why would you—?" (y/n) blanched at her words, her eyes bugging out at how eagle-eyed the girl was. Was she really that obvious?

"Why don't you just, y'know, tell him all that mushy stuff?" Piper said to her, her nose wrinkling at the mention of what boyfriends and girlfriends do together. (y/n) knew she had to tread carefully here, Ray was metres away and Piper could easily blab to him anything she confessed.

"I work for him. There's nothing between us." The woman replied in an unconvincing voice. Did she work for him? Living in the Man Cave hadn't felt like work for a long time now, more like living with the person she loved the most. Yes, he paid her a monthly wage, but she wasn't sure if she could leave now if he ever asked her. It would break her heart.

"Lies! You love him..." Piper smirked and walked off to see what Jasper was saying to Captain Man. Hopefully nothing embarrassing.

"Okay, kids, weird people over there, I think that our...eventful activities with Dennis, wraps up our tour, so please get back in your sacks," Ray announced to the group after he and Henry had blindfolded Dennis and sent him up to Gooch in Junk-N-Stuff so he could be handed over to the cops.

"Awwwwwww!" Jasper and Piper whined as (y/n) tried to push the Japanese couple away from the supercomputer. They were obsessed with the programme they were watching, refusing to move or even listen when the helper snapped her fingers in front of their eyes. In the end, she just got pissed off with the two, so she used the emergency shutoff button on the side of the monitor and turned the whole thing off. The couple gazed at her with heartbroken eyes, but she didn't care; the sooner they left, the sooner she could go to bed.

"Don't look at me like that. TV time is over, so go home!" She said, pointing her thumb at the tubes where Jasper and Piper were all sacked up and ready to go. Begrudgingly, the couple got up and shuffled to their sacks as the kids were sent up.

"Okay, I'll get these guys home and then I'm knocking off," Henry said to the adults in his deep voice, looking forward to taking all the fakery off.

"All right, kid," Ray replied as he took a seat on the couch.

"Stay safe!" (y/n) waved at him as Henry went up the tube after the Japanese people, which left her alone with her favourite superhero. He was uncharacteristically silent, and she didn't have to be a genius to realise that he was upset about what had happened to her.

She sat down next to him, removing the flimsy, plastic cat mask from her face. It was nice to get rid of it and she wanted to see Ray without his mask too, both physically and emotionally. Her hand lifted to his face to remove it, but he stopped her before her fingertips could even brush against it.

"What?" She asked in a surprised voice. Normally, he didn't mind if she took it off, but maybe for the first time since she had known him, she had crossed a line.

"You almost died tonight." He whispered, bringing her hand to his lips so he could press a kiss against the back of it. It was gentle, delicate, like if he used any more force, she would break.

"But I didn't." She said simply, letting his fingers find her pulse under the skin on her wrist. The tender thrumming there told him that she was here, still breathing, still living...still his.

"You could have, I let you get hurt." He replied, his heart clenching when he recalled how Dennis choked her and she looked at him with so much fear. She thought about his words for a minute. Yeah, going by the bruises that were darkening on her neck by the minute, she had nearly died. But she knew it wasn't his fault and she was going to make sure he knew that.

"You didn't let me. Dennis is a psycho, he's the only one to blame." (y/n) told him softly, feeling how his hand trembled in hers. 'Even Captain Man is allowed to get scared...' She remembered her words from months ago when Henry had first joined them. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Maybe you should get out of the Man Cave for a while. You shouldn't be around all of...this." Ray mumbled, her eyes widening at the notion. She wasn't sure if he was talking about leaving him or the hideout, but she wasn't going to listen. Leave the Man Cave and therefore leave him? Not a chance.

"Absolutely not. Why would I ever leave?" She asked him in a shocked tone, her face expressing more hurt than she wanted. Did he want her to leave? Was she a liability?

"You almost died." He repeated, closing his eyes as if the statement caused him pain. It did, to be honest, in his chest. Like someone had a hold on his heart and was squeezing it harshly every time he thought about how he should have protected her.

"I know, but it was me or Jasper. If he had gotten hurt because l couldn't face that asshole, I don't know how I'd sleep at night." She confessed, remembering how she had instinctively pulled Jasper behind her. Ray sighed; she was an unlikely fighter, small but feisty, always taking her opponents by surprise. She didn't have the muscles or pure bulk to bully her way through a fight, but she had intelligence and that was how she triumphed.

"Brave girl." The large man breathed out and it was in that moment she realised, she desperately needed, no, craved his arms around her. Just to be wrapped in his safe embrace.

"Can I have a hug, please?" She said in a small voice, which broke his heart for the hundredth time that day. Ray pulled her into his lap and her arms went around his neck, his around her waist. Their innate position.

"I have to keep you safe. If anything ever happened to you, I'm not sure how I'd cope."

'Protector, provider' Again with the voice inside her cried. She didn't really need saving, she wasn't a helpless princess waiting for her prince to save the day. But when the prince was willing to lay down his life for her, that's when she'd make an exception.

"I don't need saving. I just need you. So I'm never, ever leaving. " She told him, taking off the mask so he could look her in the eye. Ray took her promise as gospel. The only girl that didn't run a mile when his problems surfaced. The only girl who wanted Ray, not Captain Man. The only girl he wanted: (y/n) (y/l/n).

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eremitenkrebs · 10 months

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Finally caught up with everything that happened at RTX + RWBY 10th anniversary stuff and man, it's never not gonna be a major mind-fuck watching the show and then seeing what people online are saying what they saw, like are they watching from a parallel dimension? Is my media literacy utter garbage, is their media literacy utter garbage?

I saw the clip of the scene that didn't make it into the volume 9 finale and my only thoughts were aww, that's nice, I would have loved having that as the ending, shame it was cut. Maybe they're laying it on a bit thick with the Schnee family suddenly turning into good samaritans and people just randomly yelling at them in the streets, but overall it was sweet, fitting and would have been even more cathartic than the ending we got.

...But apparently a memorial for team RWBY + Jaune and lighting candles for Ruby is too much for some people, that's just not acceptable, that's unrealistic and they don't deserve that because.... in real life no one ever erects a memorial for the fallen soldiers of a battle, and no one ever lights candles for a person when they've died after doing something heroic, like defending a person from a robber (or, you know, warning people of a major catastrophe heading their way)

No, RWBY are stupid and bad, and that's why they shouldn't even get a lil stone plate in their honor because trying to save everyone is stupid and should not have worked anyways and the fact that it worked means they can do no wrong even though we spent the last 3 volumes watching RWBY + ORNJ screaming, crying, throwing up, going at each other's throats over not knowing what to do, their plans constantly getting blown apart, that was the narrative presenting them as morally superior and unable to do anything wrong, and a memorial for them and some people in Vacuo remembering the girl who warned them of Salem but apparently didn't make it out alive is ludicrous. Or something.

Idk man I can't stand Mary Sue tropes so I feel like my anti Mary Sue alert would go off if our protagonists were actually portrayed as insufferably flawless as critics make them out to be, but I just don't see it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#RWBY #Ruby Rose #like I genuinely have no idea what anyone is talking about 😭#I for one am having the time of my life with our new crumbs #and I hope they get that renewal for vol 10

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook is team not okay for the perilla leaf debate.

> fluff / wc: 1.6k

> warnings: kinda suggestive at the end ? you’ll see ehehe

note: watching this the other day made me laugh so much but also made me so miserable because jungkook is the jealous type of boyfriend of course he is what do i do with this information but to write a drabble to calm myself down but i don’t think it fucking worked i just want to scream into a void forever. enjoy :]

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“just how many times do you need to watch it?” jungkook whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling your body closer by the waist.

his warm breath tickling your skin only makes you giggle much harder, clutching your phone tighter in one hand in fear of it falling on your face (not a good experience. -10/10). the other is too busy with playing with his fluffy hair, as it usually is almost every night in bed. his head was resting on your arm forty minutes ago, but he inched closer and closer to your neck the further you got into watching their recently uploaded content on youtube.

your boyfriend is dedicating his time, energy, efforts, talents — hell, his whole being to his job. and with all your heart, you love and respect him immensely.

you wait until the very end of the award shows to watch the performances the group has prepared for weeks, and months, prior. (ah, he’s always so excited for your reaction. so much so he refrains from giving you spoilers about the songs and concepts because he wants to surprise you, too.) you watch the interviews and praise him for perfectly saying the answers he practiced with you. and yes, you do randomly watch bangtan bombs and his reaction to tasting a lemon donut is ingrained in your brain for life.

a defeated sigh. and yes, you are secretly longing to watch run bts every tuesday again, but you don’t tell him that yet.

today, you find yourself having fun watching the group explore their mbti types. personally, you don’t think the theory should be relied on too much because humans are way too complex to be categorized by a few letters, but you still find it fun and interesting. it opens up discussions and shows the fascinating differences of the people sitting in the room, which happened exactly in the two episodes.

you love seeing different sides of jungkook. just like how there are sides of jungkook that come out only when he’s with you, there are also sides of him that only come out when he’s interacting with other people. therefore, you still discover new things about your boyfriend everyday.

the jungkook in the bonus clip discussing the famous perilla leaf controversy, however, is the jungkook you know all too well.

“they can’t help . . . no. just no.”

“so basically, would it annoy you or not?”

“of course it would.”

you see, his unwavering opinion on the topic sounds awfully similar to a particular someone’s reaction from a few months ago.

—

“hey babe, have you heard of the perilla leaf debate?” you casually asked jungkook one lazy afternoon while scrolling through your phone, your head laying on his lap. he was leaning against the headboard on the edge of the bed, while your body horizontally occupied the rest of the space. this is your usual position when you feel like doing nothing at all.

“huh?” he tore his attention away from the television to clear his confusion, lowering the volume as he spoke. “a debate about perilla leaf? is it like mintcho and pineapples on pizza?”

“no, no. the debate isn’t about the perilla leaf exactly.” you started explaining to him, still scrolling through the comments that read different opinions of bored social media users. “okay so, the scenario is we go out to eat with one of your friends. and then your friend struggles with separating perilla leaves, so i help them do it. is that okay with you or not?”

it was quiet for a few seconds as he processed the made-up scenario that was causing a huge commotion in the internet.

until his thick busan satoori echoed in the room. “ey, no. of course not!”

you turned into a fit of giggles, looking up to see his reaction. his eyes were furrowed and his lips formed a frown. chest puffed up and doe eyes extra big. he looked aghast almost. as if it was ridiculous to ask such an obvious question with an obvious answer. judging only by the look on his face, you could already see the stream of thoughts swimming around his brain.

ah, yes, this is jungkook we’re talking about. of course not!

“i’m your boyfriend. not them. you should only be taking care of me like that. do you even know how giddy i was when you peeled perilla leaf for me the first time? and when you peeled shrimp for me even though you don’t like seafood because of the smell?” he rambled on frustratedly, eyes getting wider and wider as he explained to you his reasons. he slightly stuttered because of his lisp, which you always find so endearing that it makes your heart ache.

you chuckled lightheartedly after hearing his years old confessions, the happiest grin plastered on your face.

“oh, my baby. that made you happy?”

you sat up and turned to face him, hands wrapping around his forearm to tug him closer to you. you held his face in your hands and gave him honey kisses all over as he spoke with his eyelids fluttered shut, savoring the affection he was being showered with while still adamant on getting his point across.

“of course it did. it feels intimate to me. just like the first time we shared a straw. those are all the same to me! they led to us being in a longterm relationship, see?”

“peeling perilla leaves is the same as sharing a straw?” you tilted your head in curiosity, waiting for him to answer.

a pout formed on his lips, jungkook feeling disappointed with your question. “when you peel perilla leaves, you use your chopsticks, don’t you?”

“oooh, right. i see it now.” you made a sound of realization, the puzzle pieces coming together in your head.

“what about you? is it okay if i do it for your friend?” he raised an eyebrow quizically, arms encircling your waist to make you sit on his lap.

you blinked at him, shaking your head slowly. “they’re an adult. either separate them on your own or just not eat perilla leaf at all.”

his expression softened at your answer. “hah, that’s true. you got a point there.” he nodded his head repeatedly in agreement, eyes darting to the televison.

it was quiet for a minute with you putting your focus back on your respective screens— until he looked at you again with glassy eyes like a kicked puppy. “i’m an adult too. but you’d still do it for me, right?”

you looked up from your phone and smiled at him, pinching his soft cheek. “of course, that’s what lovers are for.”

—

which brings you back to the present day.

“they peel off one perilla leaf. next thing you know, they’re holding hands. and fall in love! and they end up getting married!”

the plot jungkook laid out to his friends sounds awfully similar to the summary of your love story in his head. oh lord, of course, it’s not okay for him.

you’re almost crying from laughter, body vibrating against his hold. his shirtless body is radiating natural warmth, so you kick off the thick blanket to let yourself breathe.

“another thing that’s funny? namjoon said at the start that he didn’t care at all but he started to get angry by the end and agreed with you.”

“tch, see? i even got our leader to agree with me. i totally made sense.” he says cheekily, clicking his tongue proudly.

“you were so cute being all sulky though!”

“stooop. i’ve had enough teasing about it.” he pouts, resting his forehead on your cheek as he secretly takes a peek at the screen. voices talking over each other and laughter in the background escape from the phone’s speaker.

he saw himself bowing down with a marker in hand, and he remembers that he was randomly doodling again as the heated discussion took place. his head was somewhere else, though. he was thinking about you.

his thumb brushes against the skin of your hip as he feels the rhythmic rise of your stomach. a thought crosses his mind like an arrow released by careless hands. i’m thankful for this life.

“i’m not teasing you, baby. i’m just adoring you. the best boyfriend.” you coo, fingers softly brushing the row of earrings on his ear. he shivers at the touch. “mhmm, your piercings look so cool.”

“should i get more? i want to.” the praise instantly makes him perk up.

“more? i’ll start to feel bad for your ears.”

“not my ears. somewhere new.” he chuckles, adjusting his position to lay his head on your chest.

he can feel your heartbeat against his cheek, and somehow, it also makes him aware of his own. while there is the mind numbing adrenaline of performing on stage that makes him feel alive, there is also the tranquility of being alone with you that makes him hyperaware of his body — from the guts in his stomach all the way to the tips of his fingers. both can be overwhelming, but welcomed with open arms. and embraced tightly with the eternal refusal of letting go.

“somewhere new likeeee?”

he rolls down to lie on his back again, pointing at his toned abdomen. “belly piercing?”

you look at his abs. and then his face. and then his abs again. god? this isn’t the guy i was calling cute just a minute ago.

“do you want me to go insane?”

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jxstadaydreamer · 3 years

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i'm ready 🔞

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, a little crack if you squint

Word count: 3010

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, daddy kink, breeding/impregnation kink (Please tell me if there are any others you think should be added!)

Summary: After a night out celebrating Jongdae's birthday, Chanyeol comes home and realises he's ready to take things further...

Author's note: I wanted to write something Jongdae inspired to celebrate his birthday and this happened. This turned me into a hot mess. Enjoy! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated :)

The boys had gotten together to celebrate Jongdae’s birthday, just a nice cosy little restaurant get together like old times. Knowing they’d be drinking, Chanyeol asked if you would be able to pick him up later on and of course you agreed. It was just a little after midnight when you had received a slightly slurred phone call asking if you could come get him now. The call ending with what you think was a rushed “THANKYOUBABYILOVEYOUSOMUCHIMISSYOUPLEASEHURRY!” that made you giggle.

Luckily there was a spot right in front of the restaurant so you quickly pulled in and went inside to find your drunk giant. Okay if you were being totally honest, you wanted a peek at the chaotic mess you knew they’d be in. You poked your head into their private room and saw Minseok telling everyone Jongdae is his wife, the latter screaming out “WAEEE” as Junmyeon imitated him in the background. Sehun pouring another shot for Kyungsoo, whose heart-shaped smile is on a permanent full display. Jongin maniacally laughing at the hilarious scene of Baekhyun singing off key at full volume and flinching from Chanyeol smacking him in amusement, letting out wheezy laughs and clapping his large hands.

Yixing was the first to notice your presence mid-krump and screamed out your name as he ran full speed towards you with a dopey smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. The call of your name caused Chanyeol’s head to turn so fast he got whiplash. He gripped the back of his neck as he stumbled his way over to you, pushing everyone out of his way and pulling Yixing off of you. Momentarily forgetting the size difference between the two of you, he slung his body over yours, making you fall back into the wall while trying to hold his weight up. You wound an arm around his waist and looked at his face, being met with his giant toothy grin and crescent eyes.

“Hi baby!” he enthusiastically screamed, almost causing your eardrums to burst.

“Hey drunko” you smiled back at him and looked over to find the man of the hour. “Happy birthday Jongdae!”

Jongdae gives you a big curled lipped smile as he thanks you, telling you his little miss had been asking for auntie Y/n since the last time you had been over to visit. He even had a short clip of a time he managed to catch her saying it and your heart melted at the sight, telling him to forward the clip to you. It’d been a while and you missed her too so promised to drop by soon for a playdate. After giving in to Baekhyun’s loud and constant pleas for one karaoke duet and multiple goodbyes, you were finally able to leave the restaurant and head home.

Chanyeol had always been a clingy drunk, uncomfortably hovering across the console so he could hold onto your arm and rest his head on your shoulder the entire drive home. He’d fallen asleep 2 minutes into the drive so you had to carefully shake him awake, letting him know you’d arrived home. The trip inside was a little bit of an adventure, stopping multiple times because Chanyeol felt the need to pin you against the wall with sloppy kisses telling you how beautiful he thinks you are. He was just a little more affectionate than usual, not that you were complaining. You just hoped the small thuds on the wall weren’t disturbing any of your neighbours.

After finally reaching your apartment door, you helped Chanyeol into the shower to freshen up a little. While he did that, you also changed into something more comfortable before settling yourself in the living room, not quite ready for bed yet. Chanyeol plopped down on the sofa beside you when he finished, starting to sober up a little. You could feel his piercing gaze on you but decided not to question it, choosing instead to scooch closer to him, lifting his arm and dropping it across your shoulders and curling into his chest. He wrapped his other arm around you and gave you a squeeze, before letting out a happy sigh and relaxing his body. By now, you could tell something was on his mind. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. It didn’t seem like he was ready to talk about it yet, whatever it was, so you decided to ask him about his night instead, asking how everyone has been and what they’ve been up to.

He told you all about the events that had occured in the duration of their dinner. He had to stop a couple times because he was laughing so hard he couldn’t form any coherent sentences, slapping his knee to the point where it turned red and his whole body shook, shaking you along with him. But once he started telling you about Jongdae’s daughter, you could tell his mood had shifted a little. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but there was something different about his tone. He was still very happy and excited but there was just a hint of something else in his voice and demeanor. Yearning?

“I can’t wait til we have our own kids.” you accidentally slipped out.

You felt Chanyeol’s body freeze and tense up. You turned to face him and he looked a little shocked.

“Yeol, I don’t mean now.. Just, whenever we’re ready you know? I know we’re both pretty busy with our careers right now. No rush, okay?”

“No, I.. I think I’m ready for one too.”

Now, that, you weren’t expecting. Well, you did notice the way Chanyeol’s eyes lit up every time he saw Jongdae’s little girl. The way he quite literally melted every time she waddled over with open arms to hug him. How he was such a natural with her. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what he’d be like with your own children one day.

“Y/n?” Chanyeol nervously asked, making you realise you had zoned out, lost in your own thoughts. “Tell me what’s going through your head right now. Did I say the wrong thing?”

“No no, definitely not! I just didn’t expect that from you right now, I guess?” You gave him a little smile in an attempt to reassure him. “I mean, I can’t say I haven’t thought about it before. Especially when I see how good you are with her. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside. But, I don’t know, my parents would k-”

“No, I know. And I hate that this wasn’t more thought out and I’m not prepared, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he drops his arm from your shoulders and holds onto both your hands, looking into your eyes, making you gulp nervously sensing what was about to happen, “Y/n, would you marry me? Would you make my dreams come true and spend the rest of our lives together til we’re gray and old? Would you want to start a little family of our own? I’d love to have a little girl with your eyes.”

“And I’d love a little boy with your ears!” you squeezed his hands before squealing, “Of course I’ll marry you! Yes!”

He beamed a bright smile at you before dropping your hands and placing his around your waist to pull you in closer. Your hands went up to hold his jaw, looking into his eyes before pressing your lips to his, engaging in a sweet kiss. You felt him smiling into the kiss and he nuzzled his nose against yours as he pulled away, staring at you like you held the entire galaxy in your eyes.

“I can’t wait! I promise, tomorrow I’m gonna go out and get you the ring you deserve baby.”

“Chanyeol, you know I don’t care for those things. I’m more excited about the ‘spending the rest of our lives together’ part.”

“I know, but that just makes me want to spoil you even more.”

You smiled and shook your head at him. There was no point in trying to convince Park Chanyeol otherwise once he’s set his mind to something.

The two of you stayed up chatting for a short while until Chanyeol’s eyes started to droop and he could no longer hold back his yawns. You giggled at him and stood up, holding your hand out and leading him to the bedroom. Once inside, he immediately flopped down on the bed. Scrambling under the blanket and opening it up, raising a brow and whining at how you were taking your time joining him. How could you say no? You climbed in and rested your head on his arm, he let out a happy sigh and curled his giant body around yours, immediately falling asleep.

“Good morning, fiancee.”

You opened your eyes to find your favourite pair of big brown eyes staring back at you, smiling softly and thumb running across your cheek with the large hand that was cupping your jaw. You leaned into his touch, closed your eyes and released a happy hum.

“Mmm, good morning to you too, fiance.”

You both looked at each other and cracked up laughing.

“Okay we’re not doing that ever again. Let’s not be that couple.”

“Agreed,” he said, smiling back at you. “So.. about what we were discussing last night..”

The tips of his ears were turning red and his cheeks started taking on a rosy hue. You already knew what he was thinking about though. You turned over to reach for your phone, opening an app and checking the dates.

“I’m.. I’m actually ovulating right now.”

You dropped your phone back on the bedside table and turned back to face him. You both just stared at each other for a few moments thinking about the situation that was about to unfold.

Chanyeol suddenly placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, starting off slow. He gave your breast a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He slowly moved you onto your back and got on top of you, holding himself up on one arm as the other was reaching down and cupping your heat, making you whine for more. His fingers creeped under the waistband of your shorts and started running up and down your slit over your panties, adding a little pressure when he got to your clit and hole. You started grinding into his hand, moans gradually increasing in volume. Whining for more.

He moves down to start kissing, biting and sucking at your neck, making sure to leave his mark while his fingers have now found their way inside your panties. He smirked at how wet he already had you and he hadn’t even put anything inside you yet.

“Chanyeol, please, more.” you begged. “I need more!”

“Patience is virtue, baby girl.”

He removed his hand from your panties and sat back on his knees. He slid his hands under your shirt and pushed it up, you sat up a little so he could remove it from you completely. His gaze full of lust as he raked his hands over your body, sliding up your sides til his hands reached under your breasts and he pushed them together and jiggled them. You giggled and pulled his face closer for a kiss but he just bit your lip and pulled back. He tweaks your nipple on one side as he closes his mouth around the other, swirling his tongue around driving you insane. You arched your body into his and tugged on his hair, making him groan and push his hardening bulge into your aching core. Chanyeol moved his kisses downwards. Sitting back up to remove your panties and shorts, dragging them down your legs at a glacial pace, not once breaking the intense eye contact you both had. But you were impatient so you hooked a toe around your clothes and swiftly pushed them off your legs. He chuckled and slid his body down between your legs, alternating between kissing your left and right thighs, making sure to fan his hot breath over where you wanted him most whenever he turned his head. Your hands flew towards his head, determined to bring his mouth to where you needed it to be but he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, “patience, remember?” He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking at your pained expression.

You whined and squirmed beneath him. Chanyeol decided to put you out of your misery and flicked his tongue over your aching clit. You let out a loud, satisfied moan as he started kitten licking your clit slowly, eyes watching the way your face contorted and body arched in pleasure, thighs shaking and struggling to not close themselves around his head. He pressed his forearm over your hips and held them down.

“Be a good girl and keep your legs open for daddy.”

Your eyes widened at the new nickname he had just given himself, but you shook away the surprise and nodded. He gave you a smug smile before flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up and down your slit, pointing his tongue and thrusting it in your hole as he came back down. Lapping up the arousal that was starting to spill out of you. Chanyeol groaned at the taste of you and the vibrations had your legs spasming out of control.

“I said keep. Them. Open.” he gave a harsh lick up your pussy with each word.

“I’m sorry, daddy” you tested out the new nickname, finding yourself clenching around nothing.

Chanyeol growled and dived straight back into your heat, giving your clit a wet kiss before sucking on it, simultaneously thrusting two fingers into your hole, pumping them in and out with fervour. You were a panting, moaning mess.

“Ch-Chanyeol, so good.”

He suddenly removed his fingers and mouth, looking up at you.

“What was that? Who?”

“Daddy, please, I need you.”

“What do you need? Tell daddy.”

“I-I need your cock. Daddy, please.” you whined.

He sat up and palmed himself over his boxers before grabbing his crotch. You watched him through your hooded lids.

“You mean this? Is this what you want?”

He reached inside to pull out his hard cock, giving himself a couple pumps before stroking it up and down your wetness. Stopping at your clit to rub his tip there, knowing just how much it affected you.

“Yes daddy. Please. It hurts. I need you.”

“Well how could I say no when you’re being such a good girl and asking so nicely?”

And with that, he thrusted into you til his pelvic bone met yours. You both groaned at the feeling, him at your tightness and you at how well he filled you up. He held himself there, basking in the sight of you. The thin layer of sweat that coated your body, the hairs starting to stick to your face, the fucked out expression you had. Chanyeol knew there was no one else for him. You were it. He kissed you passionately and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you”

“I love y-” you tried to say but he cut your words off with a harsh snap of his hips.

He set a punishing pace, pistoning himself in and out of you, contrasting the soft mood he had just set when he told you he loves you. You brought your hips up to meet his. You gripped onto his shoulders and pressed your nails into his skin, running them down his muscular back, sure to leave some marks.

“Feels. S-so good.” you cried out.

“Yeah? Want my cum? Want daddy to fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes please. Give me your cum daddy!”

Chanyeol suddenly removed himself and flipped you over. One hand pulled your hips up while the other pushed between your shoulders so that your ass was up in the air with the side of your face down into the bed. He stuffed his cock back into your pussy. The both of you groaning, loving the feel of how deep he was. He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock, grunting with each thrust. Tight grip on your hips sure to leave some bruising tomorrow. His hips started to stutter.

He brought one hand to your clit, fingers only adding a slight amount of pressure to increase your arousal but not quite push you over the edge. He lowers his body over yours and kisses the side of your neck.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?”

“Y-yes. Yes daddy. W-wanna cum. Want your cum. Please.”

Chanyeol rubbed your clit, adding more pressure and that was it. Your vision went white as the orgasm pulsed through your body. Your pussy squeezed his cock and you felt his hot seed spurt into you, painting your walls. He pushed himself further into you with a loud grunt. Your pulsing pussy milking him for all he had.

He collapsed beside you and the both of you lay there panting, trying to catch your breath. Chanyeol reached for you to pull you close to him but instead, you turned your body around and rested your legs up on the headboard.

You look over at him and laugh at the confused, puppy like expression he had. Especially with how his head tilted.

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“I read in a magazine one time that this helps the sperm swim to the egg.”

“Are you implying I didn’t fuck them into you hard enough? Do you need me to show you again?”

You slapped his leg.

“No, you idiot.” you laughed.

“Idiot? I thought I was daddy.” he winked at you.

“Oh my god. What did I get myself into?” you feigned an annoyed sigh.

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dracosathenaeum · 3 years

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Library Escapade | D.M.

Summary: Library Sex

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,548

A/N: This is 1.5k words of pure smut, I literally wrote this in one sitting instead of doing my uni work but hey ho; hope this is okay lmao. use protection xx

MASTERLIST

If someone had told you a week ago that you’d find yourself swallowing moans whilst grinding on Draco Malfoy’s fingers as he stretched you open in a deserted corner of the library at 9pm on a school night, you’d ask if they were under the imperius curse.

Your chest was to his back, his own against one of the many walls of books, one hand holding your skirt out of the way as the other curled deeper inside of you, trying to find that one spot that would make you scream. His mouth sucked incessantly on your neck, not caring about the bruises that would be impossible to hide come morning. No, he was too busy trying to make you see stars, and he was doing a damn good job of it.

“More, please Draco. More.” You tried to keep your voice down but with your heart beating in your ears and Draco’s heavy breath accompanying it, you weren’t sure of the volume of your voice; unsure as to whether you had spoken at all.

His fingers stilled, pausing their actions as Draco moved his lips to the shell of your ear, breath ghosting over all the fresh marks he had decorated you with. “Are my fingers not enough for you?” You whimpered, hips moving wildly trying to generate the friction that you had suddenly lost, “Please.”

“Please what darling?” you could feel his smirk against the side of your face, his nose brushing against your cheek as you struggled with what to say. It wasn’t exactly a secret that didn’t usually do this, hook up with Slytherins in some corner of the library where anyone could walk in at any time and have them both expelled. You weren’t a virgin, but it had never been like this, you hadn’t even known fingers alone would be enough to bring you over the edge yet here you were, so close to it. “Please Draco, I want to come.”

Your hips hadn’t stopped trying to move on his fingers, but you were pressed too closely to his body that you couldn’t move nearly as much as you needed to. More pleas fell from your mouth as you felt the frustration build, you had been so close, damn Slytherins and their fucking pride.

Tilting your head back as much as the angle would allow, you pulled Draco’s head towards you with a free hand, lips finding his almost instantly. You let him explore your mouth for perhaps two seconds before you forcefully pulled back, teeth digging into his bottom lip on your way out. “Hurry up before someone finds us.” A flash of pink darted from his lips to run over where your teeth had just been, a small smirk and look of what could only be described as amusement flooded his features.

“I underestimated you.”

You weren’t quite sure if that had been a compliment or just a revelation of his, you didn’t have much time to think about it however when his fingers pulled out of you. You watched as he brought them into his mouth, his other hand reaching between the two of you to free himself of his trousers. Reaching behind you, you fumbled to swat his hand away before wrapping your own around the hard length, pumping it as best you could at the awkward angle, twisting it until you heard his breath hitch.

“These are in the way.” You hadn’t even noticed his hands had found their way back under your skirt until his fingers had torn them off completely, carelessly throwing them aside. Briefly losing your hold on him, you twisted in your arms to find his mouth again, your hand continuing its ministrations as his fumbled with the buttons of your blouse.

“Up.” His hands tapped the underside of your thighs, reading himself to hold onto your weight; leaning you against the shelves of books once your legs were wrapped firmly around your waist.

It was unlikely that anyone would walk this far back into the library on a Thursday night when it wasn’t even exam season, but you decided to be cautious since Draco clearly wasn’t going to be. You had barely managed to cast a quick silencing and disillusionment charm before Draco had started pressing into you, his precum and your own slick acting as all the lubrication you needed. You were suddenly glad you had managed the silencing charm as you were sure Draco would’ve exposed the two of you with the moan that had tumbled out of his mouth.

You bit down on your lower lip, nails digging into his back as you waited for the uncomfort and slight pain to ebb away. Draco had understood and hadn’t moved, waiting patiently for your breathing to even out again before continuing, his lips finding yours to distract you in the meantime.

When the first moan tumbled from your mouth Draco had pulled his hips back slowly before pushing back in, eyes locked onto your face for any sign of pain. Your breathing had quickened but with no sign of pain or discomfort his thrust became rough, cock pulling out hard enough so that only the tip was left in before slamming straight back in, the sharp edges of his hipbones hitting your skin with each thrust. With both arms around his neck, you changed your positioning slightly, the small change enough to illicit moans tumbling out of both of you.

You started to match his thrusts, bouncing on his slick cock with the help of his hands spread across your thighs and grasping at your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as the obscene sound of wet thrusts filled your ears, Draco’s small grunts sending shivers down your spine causing you to clench around him.

“Can you come this way?” despite the haze that clouded your mind you managed to snap your eyes open, you had never been asked that before. Your previous partners had asked you if you had cum afterwards but had never had the consideration to ask during. You tried to catch his eye, but his own gaze was focused elsewhere, eyes darkening as he watched his cock pull out of you before slipping back between your folds repeatedly with little to no resistance. “I’m not sure.”

He gave a barely noticeable nod before letting go of your legs and carefully lowering you to the floor, offering himself as support as you waited for the pins and needles to disappear from your legs. Hands turned you around to face the table which still had your revision materials scattered across the desk, directly across from his own. You laid your hands flat on the desk to support yourself as you felt Draco press back into you from behind, moaning at the feeling of being full again. He had barely started a rhythm before he had hauled you up against his chest, one hand pinching and kneading at your breast whilst supporting you up, the other had reached down to find the bundle of nerves between your legs. You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as his thrusts timed with the rolls of your clip between his fingers; they dipped briefly to where you were joined to collect some of the mixture of both your cum before pressing against your clit again, pressing harder with each roll.

You could tell he was close by the way his thrusts lost their steady rhythm, his fingers however, continued their ministrations, trying to release the coil that had built up in you as he fucked you.

“Fuck, can you cum for me y/n? be a good girl for me yeah?” The rasp in his voice was enough to send you over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as your cunt fluttered around his cock, eyes rolling up. “Just like that darling, did I make you feel good baby girl?” He knew you couldn’t formulate words, but he couldn’t stop himself as he chased his own relief, hips becoming more and more erratic, the hand on your breast gipping harder until his hips stuttered before finally stilling.

You leant your body against the table in front of you as Draco pulled away, only heavy breathing filling the air. “That is so fucking hot.” You turn to ask what he meant but he already had a hand on holding your skirt up to give him an unobstructed view of his cum dripping down your thighs. You hadn’t even had time to be embarrassed about being so exposed when he used two fingers to gather the white liquid trailing down your thighs, before pushing it back into your sensitive cunt, leaving his fingers inside of you for a while before pulling them out and wiping them on your inner thighs.

“If this is how tutoring sessions go with you, I’ll be back every day.”

Testing the strength in your legs, you stood back up, resting the back of your thighs against the table behind you just in case. “I expect you here tomorrow at the same time Malfoy, don’t be late again.”

He drops you his signature smirk, as you grimace, knowing full well his cum is leaking out of you again now that you’ve stood up.

“Have fun walking back love.”

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fantasydaydreamers · 3 years

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"The Walkdown Challenge"

Summary: Based on the TikTok fantasy that your favorite character hits every beat in this song👀💦: Walkdown - FNF Chop

Words: 1,675

Warnings: Lemon

Author's Note: I need to go touch some grass but I don't wanna.

It was a normal weekend in the 1A dorms and everyone was spending their time in the lounge area, either on their phone or watching TV. You, however, were seated on the couch next to your boyfriend scrolling through TikTok videos aimlessly, watching whatever came on your 'for you page.'

The next video that popped up was a group of guys dancing to an upbeat song that had you subconsciously bopping your head along. Not bad...Sero is a better dancer though. Swiping to the next video, you see a girl with her hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock with the same song playing in the background. Quirking an eyebrow, you read along to the words flashing across the screen.

'Imagine your bf hitting every beat while you two-ADGJSDLKJD'

The closed caption had you raising both of your eyebrows as you turned the volume up on your phone to the max.

"Oh you kiss that bitch on the lips

clip so long bitch it hang out the glick

big chop walk down don't hang out the whip

got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch

drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick"

"(Y/n)! You saw that video too?!" Mina calls from across the room where she was currently on her phone as well. You shoot her a warning look before glancing to your boyfriend next to you who was still absorbed in his own phone. Seeing him still absorbed in his own world, you turn back to Mina relieved. She snickers and you stick your tongue out at her before turning your attention back to your phone and add the song to your playlist.

Mina grins mischievously, still looking at you cuddled up next to your boyfriend, and finds the same TikTok, sending it to your man without your knowledge.

Mina: don't watch this video now, but trust me, (Y/n) was looking at iiiitttt~😏if you know what i meann👀

~*~*~*~*

It wasn't until later that night, you were with your man in your dorm and things were starting to get hot and heavy. It seemed different than normal and you couldn't figure out why. His gaze was intense and dark as he loomed above you, giving you deep strokes which already had your eyes rolling back in your head. A laugh escapes his breathless lips as he leans over you and reaches for his phone.

"What are you doing?" You ask weakly, thinking he's about to take a picture of you. He stilled his movements, gripping your thigh as he took deep breaths feeling you clench around his cock, craving the friction.

"Trying something."

That was the only answer he gave you before the speaker in your room connected. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as silence filled the room as your breathing started to even out. Just then, a familiar beat came blasting through your speakers and you looked up at him with wide eyes seeing a dangerous smirk on his lips.

Bakugou

The first few lines started and Bakugou remained still listening to the beat, his head tilting to the side in concentration as he threw his phone off to the side. The smirk was prominent on his lips as he brought his focus back to you. The hand gripping your thigh trails down to behind your knee before your leg was roughly put on his shoulder.

Letting out a squeal at the stretch, Bakugou leaned further down, the feeling of him reaching deeper inside making your toes curl. "(Y/n)," he chuckles darkly, "I'm going to fucking wreck you." His hips snap against yours sharply, making your hands scramble for support. His chuckle turned into a laugh as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, matching the song perfectly. You could feel the wind being knocked out of your chest, as Bakugou's cock filled you up with deep and powerful thrusts.

"Dirty...fucking...slut." Bakugou growls, his hand flexing on your raised leg before moving to your throat. The shift in his weight caused your body to stretch out even more, the burn in your hamstrings quickly forgotten by your oxygen supply being cut off.

The pleasure was overwhelming and the idea of Bakugou using you as he pleases pushed you closer to the edge, his cock kissing your cervix as he leaned down. "Open your mouth."

Already letting out broken groans, you widen your mouth more and stick out your tongue drunkenly. The hand on your throat angles your head up and Bakugou spits in your mouth. "Swallow and cum for me like the good little slut you are, (Y/n)."

You weren't even sure how far you got into the song, all you know is that he sped up for the last few thrusts causing a scream to escape your mouth, that only broke off at the end as Bakugou rode you through your orgasm, making you blackout.

Todoroki

Todoroki gently placed his phone back down, staring at you like you were his prey. His piercing gaze had you shuddering as his hands landed behind your knees, pulling them up to your chest in a mating press. The angle had his cock hitting deeper, that sweet spot inside of you making you cry out.

"It's right there, isn't it?" Todoroki whispers, his cool breath fanning gently across your face from the proximity. He rolls his hips experimentally, watching you squirm underneath him as you gasp and let out choked moans. Tears start to form in your eyes because everything felt like it was too much. Todoroki was pressing into you everywhere and his cock brushed against that special spot every time he rolled his hips.

"Are you ready, baby?" Todoroki sighed as he stopped the roll of his hips as you whimpered out futility. He was motionless for a second and the feeling of his hips pulling back didn't prepare you for the force of him coming back in. Your breath was forced from your chest as Todoroki railed into your dripping cunt with steady movements. You couldn't look away from him, his own moans filling the space between you two.

Your legs kicked uselessly in the air every time he thrusted in, your body no longer functioning as Todoroki held you down. "You look so beautiful, (Y/n). Cum for me, baby."

The deepest groan left his mouth, your vision going white as the last thing you remember feeling was Todoroki's cum filling you so deep that you shuddered violently before passing out.

Kaminari

Kaminari laughed, tossing his phone over his shoulder. "Get on your hands and knees." The way that sentence left Kaminari's mouth had you shivering and listening, your limbs already shakey from your pleasure. His cock slipped out, as he allowed you to position yourself for him, presenting your drooling lips, puffy with arousal.

Kaminari hums and you feel his cock slide back in with no warning, already setting the pace to the song. You screamed from the abrupt feeling, your walls spasming around him violently. "Yes~ (Y/n), you tightened up real nice for me~ you like it hard and rough? You like this cock so deep inside you lose your mind?"

Just then, Kamianri pulled you up by your shoulders, your back against his chest, arching slightly at the new angle. Your head fell back as one of his hands trails back down to your hips, moving you with him in time to the beat.

"I'm going to get you so addicted to my cock, that your pussy will only be satisfied by me." Filth dripped from Kamianri's mouth and into your ear as the other hand held you back against his chest by your neck. You couldn't do anything besides stare at the ceiling as he relentlessly thrusted into you, wet slapping noises filling the room as broken cries fell from your mouth and moans fell from Kaminari's.

"I'll make you cum extra hard for me because I know my baby loves my quirk so much~ why don't I play with your cute little clit?" The hand on your hip moves down and the first gentle shock had you over the edge instantly, Kaminari still keeping the pace of the song as you rode out your pleasure, your vision going dark.

Bonus:

Hawks

"Heh~ baby bird you're trembling already? The song just started." Keigo grinned from behind you, his gaze locked onto yours in the mirror. You were currently on all fours, forced to look at yourself getting railed and pulled apart. What you thought would just lead to a normal love-making session quickly turned into more when Keigo opened up his phone and showed you a video on TikTok.

"I bet I can make you cum to this song," he declared, mischievousness glinting in his eyes. You shot him the most ridiculous look, weirded out that he seemed so determined. What made you more turned off was the fact that he just showed you a TikTok video. Like...what?

Keigo watched the appalled emotions flash across your face and almost smirked, but waited patiently for you to answer. Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest, not believing a word coming from his mouth. "Okay. Bet."

That's what led you to your current situation, after what seemed like countless foreplay, your body was trembling as Keigo gripped the back of your neck with one hand and your hip with the other, thrusting into your body at the speed of the song blasting throughout the speakers in his house.

The rhythmic thrusts hit your g-spot every time, Keigo's angle precise as he panted and chuckled at your reflection. "Clenching down so soon? You gonna cum for me baby bird? I know you like this fat cock hitting you nice and deep...yeahh~ look at you drooling and crying for me. Say my name, baby bird. Say it."

With a few last thrusts in quick secession, you scream out Keigo's name as you cum, his upper body draping over your back to growl in your ear.

"The song isn't over yet, (Y/n)."

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another-fantasy-world · 3 years

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The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27 helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-” she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

Just incase my Twitter DM's don't work, or if I'm streaming. xx 09-xxx-xxx-xxx

"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

Valkyrae just gave you her phone number

#valkyrae #valkyrae x reader #valkyrae imagine #There is no Corona in this fic thank God #rae x reader #Valkyrae Fanfiction #Shes so cute wth

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stinkysam · 3 years

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Yuji Itadori - 2 AM bangers

Warning : none

Genre : crack / fluff ?

Synopsis : this youtube “playlist”

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

Despite wanting to sleep, you didn’t feel tired as you couldn’t seem to stay still in your bed. You couldn’t stop shifting and turning around.

So you took your phone and shot a text to your boyfriend, asking him if you could come to his room. He quickly answered for you to hurry up. So you did.

You sighed and you laid against him, pressing a few kisses to whatever was the closest and he snuggled against you. You thought it was nice and comfortable but within a few minutes your body was itching to move again. No matter the position, it never seemed like it was enough.

It didn’t help that Yuji was moving around just as much as you. And apparently he was more upset than you as he started complaining that he couldn’t sleep. You shared your annoyance as he grabbed his phone and you looked over him to get a glimpse of the time.

Yuji whined as he plopped back down on his back and you took your phone out to play some game. As you clicked on the screen a lot music suddenly started, startling the both of you. You turned it down a little bit and started playing.

It took you a few minutes to notice that something kept bouncing lightly and as you looked at Yuji he was lazily dancing and bopping his head to the music of your phone, occasionally imitating the special sounds it made.

You laughed quietly and started doing the same as you turned the volume up, watching as his moves got more noticeable and exaggerated. You looked at one another as you made random moves and finally stopped, laughing.

You laid back down and turned off your phone but the silence felt weird to your ears. You guessed Yuji felt the same as he was now the one on his phone, scrolling on Youtube.

He asked you if it was okay to put some music on, one that could maybe help you two sleep. You agreed and watched him navigate on the screen. He clicked on a few videos but each time you changed to another one, not being able to listen for too long until Yuji stopped you from skipping a song he wanted to see the video clip of.

Not even a minute in and you had asked him to turn the volume up just a little bit more as you wanted to enjoy the song completely.

By the end of the song you were both jamming to it, hands moving to the melody and quietly mouthing the lyrics. Another one started and you continued on enjoying yourselves.

Yuji grabbed his phone to put it to his lips as if it was his mic and mimicked the artists on stage. After another song you were not lip syncing anymore, singing face to face as if you were a duo performing some intense song.

Those songs sparked random memories in you. Every little simple thoughts you had thought of when listening to those melodies. The radio-station playing them all the time, listening to a song in secret, being obsessed with that artist for a full week before jumping on another music genre, having no earphones so you pressed your ears to your phone with a very low volume to listen to it while bothering no one.

Even if you had heard those musics in a really long time, you had heard them so much your lips, mouth and tongue moved on their own, letting almost every -if not all- words out.

You didn’t care if you sang too fast, didn’t articulate well, or skipped a few words, you were both singing your heart out.

After a few minutes you both slipped out of the bed to have more space, allowing you to jump and spin and replicate bits of random choreo you saw. When you looked back at your boyfriend you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed Sukuna. He seemed to be screaming for you two to stop and turn the music down.

You could barely hear him over your own and Yuji’s voice and the music. He was just making even more noise at this point, forcing you two to go harder. Yuji noticed you staring at him so you pointed at his cheek.

Not understanding and visibly forgetting about the curse, he looked behind him. You laughed again and this time you pointed at your cheek before pointing at him once again.

You thought he had finally got it, but instead he got closer and kissed your cheek. You threw your head back, half laughing half frustrated. You gave up.

Instead of moving away, Yuji grabbed you to dance closer and jump with him, holding your hands to swing them up and down.

After a few songs you finally started to grow tired, or at least your body did. You refused to abandon the stage. At this point you had stepped on each other’s feet, hit the side of the bed, almost ran into a wall and kicked the chair and the desk. You were sweating and breathing louder than in the beginning.

Your boyfriend was not better. His movements were a little bit wobbly and less accurate as you had to dodge accidental punches or elbow hits. He had tried to sit on the bed but ended up falling on the floor with a yelp.

He laid down there, catching back his breathing while you tried not to laugh. You already had trouble breathing so laughing wouldn’t help.

He raised his hands in the air for you to help him get up but in that state, your muscles only allowed you to fall at a weirdly slow pace. He laughed at you when your knees hit the floor and you let out a tired grunt. You let yourself fall to the side as Yuji pulled you to make you sit between his legs.

Once seated he had thrown his hands back in the air to continue jamming to the songs. You would have done the same if it wasn’t for the door that suddenly sprung open, hitting the wall at the same time. You could bet that would leave a mark.

Before the two of you could even realize what just happened, the music stopped only to be replaced by Kugisaki and Fushiguro’s voices.

You turned around to look at them, not understanding why they were here, and angry.

Kugisaki loudly screamed she deserved at least a night of peace to deal with such brutes while Fushiguro “asked” if you were aware of the time it was. Even if he wasn’t screaming he really sounded just as mad as her.

You noticed that Yuji’s phone was in Fushiguro’s hand, clenching it hard in his palm. If they stopped talking, you could probably hear it crack very lightly.

It was probably better than if it had been Kugisaki with it as she had her nails and hammer with her. Was her first intent to kill you ? Did Fushiguro stop her from doing so ?

Your boyfriend helped you get up as you both tried to apologize, only to be cut off by more voices.

Rapidly, everyone was gathered inside and outside of your boyfriend’s room, either complaining or asking what was all the fuss about. You repeated your excuses, bowing your head down as you heard Panda and Gojo discreetly asking you to invite them next time, followed by a “Salmon salmon” from Inumaki.

Your phones still got confiscated each night for a whole month after that incident.

#male reader #jujutsu kaisen #Jujutsu kaisen x male reader #Yuji Itadori x male reader #Yuji itadori #m!reader

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ssa-thotchnerr · 3 years

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A Certain Hopelessness

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, swearing, sad!hotch

a/n: some sad Hotch stuff for your angst needs!! Also, there is a creepy unsub here, just a warning. This is set in around s7 and the reader is 15-16

word count: 2.1k

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There was a feeling of hopelessness that had settled within the BAU over the past 2 days. A feeling of helplessness that was most felt by Aaron Hotchner, who'd been listening to his daughter screaming in pain, begging for him to come and save her. The whole team had the same thought in their head;

They couldn't come and save you because you'd been hidden so well.

But that didn't mean that they weren't going to try, they would try their hardest to find and save the little girl they'd watch grow up for years. But they also know that they couldn't save every single person, they just hoped that you wouldn't be that next person that they couldn't save. No one had even tried to get Hotch to move from his position at the round table, he'd told them that he wouldn't leave you, even though you had no way of knowing that he was there.

He would always be with you.

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You'd pulled your knees up to your chest to try and obtain some body heat, since sitting on a cold, concrete floor of a basement where it was always constantly breezy didn't give you much of a high temperature. You wished that you hadn't left school early, maybe then you wouldn't be in your current situation.

"Good morning," You looked up at the door at the top of the stairs in fear, seeing the shadow of your kidnapper standing in the door. You winced as you pushed yourself into a corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He laughed as he stepped down the creaky stairs, and you saw the silver glint of a knife in his hands. "I hope you slept well, you got a long day ahead of ya'."

"Pl-please don-don't hurt me, I-I won't try to run again! I-I promise," You stuttered, fear filled eyes looking up at him. Through the little light in the basement, you could see the malicious grin on his face. "I'll-I'll do whatever you want, just-just please don't ki-kill me." You begged.

"Oh honey, I don't know if you got this, but I'm not gonna kill you, mainly because I wanna hurt your daddy," He said. "Make him feel like the awful person he is."

"This is about my dad?" You asked him, letting yourself relax a tiny bit. He nodded and crouched down in front of you, pulling you forward by the collar of your no bloodied hoodie.

"Damn right this is about your dad," He snarled, pushing you back into the corner roughly. "Don't you feel awful when he leaves you and that little brother of yours own your own? But then again, he worries about what you'll do to the only child he cares about, he couldn't give a shit about you." You blinked and couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows, feeling your heart sink. You shook your head as you looked up at him.

"Wh-what?" You asked quietly. He chuckled at your confusion and obvious hurt, his plan coming together. He was reversing everything you'd ever known, he knew that your dad loved you and Jack equally, but he could easily make you believe that your dad hated you with every single fibre of his being. He knew you were easily manipulated, and he knew exactly what to say to get you upset.

"Don't act like you don't know, darling. Your dad despises you, he hasn't even got that team looking after you," He said. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about being left with this man a minute longer, but it hurt even more to think about that your dad didn't care about you enough to look for you. "They left on a case this morning, he told them you didn't matter."

"You-you're lying," You didn't know if you were telling him that he was, or you were trying to convince yourself that he was. "My-my dad wouldn't leave anyone." You said. He chuckled and came closer to you.

"Well, maybe you aren't anyone, you've never appeared to be to your dad," Tears leaked from your eyes as he'd finally, truly broken you down. "Why are you crying? I haven't even started hurting you yet."

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Hotch couldn't bare to watch this man hurl abuse and untrue thoughts at you much longer, he couldn't watch you be broken down anymore. He shut his eyes as he heard you start screaming, presumably in pain. There was a knock on the door, Hotch spun around on the chair he was sitting on to see who was there.

"Sir, we think we've found a possible suspect on who has Y/N," Garcia told him. "Based on what he'd said in the video earlier, we found that he believes your a bad father to her and Jack, and that she'd be better off with him," She said. It didn't take a criminal profiler to see the hurt flash on the normally stoic Aaron Hotchner's face. "So, taking information with males that had lost a child, we found Craig Brock, he lost his daughter Leona in a car crash last year, And she shares a very, very striking resemblance to your daughter,” Garcia watched as Hotch took in what she was saying. “And with that, Reid determined tha5 he wants you to feel the same helplessness that he had felt when he lost his daughter.” She finished, sliding a picture of the girl across the table to her boss. Hotch took the picture and saw the resemblance, he sighed. He didn't want you to share the same fate as this girl, he didn't want to lose you.

"Do you have an address yet?" He asked.

"I'm working on it sir, but you should have her back by the end of the day," Garcia said, smiling at Hotch, who gave her a small sliver of a smile in return. "You should probably turn that off, or at least go home and see Jack, if anything happens with Y/N or our Unsub, you'll be the first to know." Hotch sighed as he turned the TV off, turning the volume down and standing up.

“I never thought the day I’d be taking orders from you would come, Garcia,”

—

You grunted as you finally built up enough strength to rip the sleeve off of your hoodie so you could wrap it around your waist where you had been slashed. His words had echoed in your head since he’d even muttered them, did your dad even care about you? Were the team even looking for you? Hell, were they even in the country? You broke down into tears again, your blood coated hands coming up to cover your mouth. They fell back down to your sides when the door was yanked open, almost coming off of its hinges.

“Get up!” He snarled, huffing out in anger when you pushed yourself further into the corner, making yourself as small as possible. “I said, get up.” He practically growled. You sat still, crying out in fear when he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled you up onto your feet roughly.

“Okay! Okay! I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, holding your hands out in fear. He dragged you up the stairs, you crying all the way up as the pain from your wounds shot up.

“Looks like I was wrong about your dad not caring for you, he and his team are on their way here,” He said in your ear, his arm snaking around your neck and then his free hand holding a gun to your temple. You were shaking, your entire body trembling with fear. “He’s not gonna know what to do when he comes through that door, you’re cut up like a piece of paper.”

“He’ll probably fucking kill you,” You snarled. He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude, and righted his arm around your neck and pushed the barrel of the gun closer to your head.

“Anymore of that, and I’ll put a bullet through your skull,” He said in your ear.

That shut you up quickly.

It felt like hours before the door creaked open, and from the back room, you could see that Emily, Morgan and Reid were entering the house.

“Help! Help!” You screamed, only for a hand to be clamped over your mouth and to be thrown to the floor. His foot was on your neck, a gun pointed between your eyes. Emily, Morgan and Reid all cornered him, their eyes watching as you struggled to breathe, coughing and gasping as you tried to bring air into your lungs. You were beaten black and blue, and covered in blood, they almost didn’t recognise you.

“Craig Brock, let Y/N go,” Emily said calmly. “We know what happened to Leona, and we know that there was nothing you could do to help your daughter. Do you really wanna put another father through the pain of losing their child?” She asked him. In a moment of hesitancy, he removed his foot from your neck, allowing you to cough and then slide away from him. In what seemed as though a move of panic, he shot down at the floor, narrowly missing your head, but just clipping the side of your ear. A ringing noise deafened you, and you screamed.

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Hotch felt his heart drop as he heard a gunshot and then a scream. Emily had ordered him to stay outside, she didn’t want him doing something that he would end up regretting. Minutes later, the front door opened again, only this time you were there, Spencer’s arm around your waist to support you and your arm around his shoulder. Walking out of there, you looked so small and scared. There was no way that Hotch couldn’t run towards you, gently taking you from Spencer.

“Da-daddy?” There was a small smile on your face as you saw the blurry figure of your dad. Hotch smiled in relief and nodded, arms going around you gently so’s not to disturb anymore of your cuts or slashes. “You-you came.” You stuttered.

“Of course I came, I wasn’t gonna leave you, honey,” He assured you. You couldn’t properly hear what your dad was saying, but you could make it out. “Alright, let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Can you carry me?” You asked, holding your arms out to him. Hotch nodded and lifted you gently, holding you close like if he let you go, he’d lose you once again.

“Can I see Y/N yet?” Jack asked his dad. Hotch smiled as he nodded at his youngest child, who was clearly eager to have his older sister back. Hotch was getting Jack from school while you were asleep at home, with every door and window locked to improve your safety.

“Yeah, she got home this morning after I dropped you off at school, she’s been missing you too,” Hotch told Jack. When they got home, Jack practically shot upstairs. “Jack, do not go into Y/N’s room.” Hotch called up to him. Jack sighed as he waited for his dad to come up the stairs.

“Can I go in yet?” Hotch laughed as he nodded, opening the door to your room and sighing at you when he saw you were now awake, Greys Anatomy playing on your TV. “Y/N!”

“Hey bubs!” You cheered, smiling at your brother as you pulled your brother up onto your bed. Hotch sat down on the end of your bed and took the TV remote turning it off. “Dad.” You whined.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Y/N,” He reminded you. You sighed as you flopped back onto your bed.

“Can I stay here?” Jack asked, looking at your dad. Hotch shook his head.

“No, Jack, Y/N has to try and get some sleep,” He said. You pulled Jack to sit beside you and you both pouted up at your dad, who sighed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine.”

“We love you, dad.”

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#angst #criminal minds #hotch x daughter!reader #hotch x reader #hotchner!reader #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

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virtual-luvr · 4 years

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Made me lose!

Pairing: Kenma x Gamer!Reader

Pronouns: male; he/him

Warning: established relationship

Description: waiting for your boyfriend to finish his overwatch match isnt that bad if you get kisses in between right?

Note: more of a drabble but it's a cute scenario so its okay </3 also i played overwatch before writing this can you tell-

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The sound of feet padding the floor rang through the shared apartment of Kenma and his boyfriend.

But Kenmas boyfriend heard nothing of the sort and didn't even pay one ounce of attention when he entered the living room.

Headphones plugged in and fingers swiftly clicking and moving sticks and buttons on his controller he barely noticed the approaching figure.

Eyes trained on the tv in front of him, tongue poking out when he was seriously into the game, he was a little startled to see Kenma.

Kenma stands behind the couch, putting his hands on your tense shoulders

"Get off overwatch and cuddle me" he says, determination in his voice to make you get off the couch and give him his well deserved affection

"I cant right now" you say, being cautious that you don't accidently start speaking on your microphone

"Please", he starts to pout tucking his head into your shoulder, your hair tickling his nose

"Come on i didn't say anything when you were playing animal crossing" you say grunting, the extra weight on your shoulder keeping you distracted from helping your teammates

Who, may i add, are being very toxic right at the moment

"Well that's because you just swooped me up and started cuddling me the last time i was playing. I was having a conversation with Flick and you ruined it." he says with a huff and crosses his arms, untucking his head from your shoulder and deciding to go sit beside you on the couch

You pause your movements on your controller for just one second

"Okay fair..but first, you didn't stop me and second, im in a comp match right now. Can it wait?"

"No, it can't wait"

You sigh heavily, round one finally finished and the game immediately going to round two

In the few seconds you had to prepare for your next match you grab kenmas waist and drag him onto your lap, at first he was surprised but he was haply he at least got some attention from you

You grab your controller again and even though your headphones were blasting you still were able to hear the happy sigh coming from kenma when you dragged him onto your lap.

Tucking his head back into your shoulder he hums and starts playing with the ends of your hair, ruffling it up and tucking on it to distract you from the game

Seeing your head fall back just a tiny bit and your small grunt makes him give out a small chuckle, continuing playing with your hair and trying to make you cuddle him back

The screams and yelling from your teammates can be heard even through your headphones, at this point kenma is worried for your poor ears and tries to lower the volume for you

He jumps when he hears your own voice talking through the mic forgetting that you were also in the voice chat

Sometimes he wonders how you can just start leading the whole team, its difficult for him to lead in multiplayer most of the time

Thats why he usually plays single player games

But then he remembers you've been playing since you were thirteen and you usually don't talk in comp.

He looks back at your face and traces any and every imperfections on your face, even though to him they weren't imperfections

You give him a smile still whilst looking at the tv screen.

He cups your cheek gaining your attention, you finally stop looking at the screen and he takes this opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss

Wrapping your arms around his waist was kind of hard when you had a controller on you and your headphones tangled but you managed

Kenma doesent care though and decides to tangle his hands in your hair, deepening the kiss and making you drop your controller and headset

You lowkey make out until you hear the notification blasting in both of your guys's ears that you're about to get kicked out of the match for inactivity.

For once your high volume saved your game play.

You swiftly grab the controller and start moving your character so you don't get kicked out, kenma almost falling off your lap in the process

"You made me die" you say with a pout when you look back at the tv and see your character back in the main lobby

Kenma only chuckles and goes back to playing with your hair

Somehow you still won the game even though you were basically throwing the whole match.

When 'player of the game' is shown on screen showing off your username and the clip of you getting the whole team.

You both laugh hard when at the end of the clip you can clearly see your character stop moving completely, others wouldn't know why but it was because of the kiss that you and kenma shared

"Im gunna make you pay for that you know" you say looking at kenma and playfully glaring at me

He only laughs as you pick him up and start walking to your shared bedroom

You attack his face and neck with kisses everywhere, knowing how ticklish he is he basically yells when you start to do so

Getting to the bedroom you stop your onslaught of kisses in exchange for a deep kiss.

"In what way are you going to make me pay because looking at where we're going its making me think of things-" he says when you pull apart from each other

"shUSH SHUT UP", you say while gay panicking. God this man really wanted to make you hella frustrated huh.

You still love him regardless though and you both giggle as you fall onto the bed.

[1018 words; august/7/2020]

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DaveFarts - Episode 11 “VoiceFarting” [Episode List] Tim and Adam are hanging out on... Liscord, playing some stuff together, waiting for Dave to join them for a game. When Adam unexpectedly has to leave however, Dave decides to do some… microphone testing.

VoiceFarting

“I’m going in as a mage ‘cause you fuckers can’t cast for shit” I heard Adam say right into my ears.

This was one of our usual game nights. We’d voice chat on Liscord on our own server and all that stuff. Adam was being, for the lack of a better term, kind of bitchy, ‘cause he thinks as himself as the most skilled gamer around even though we’re always reviving his ass. In the end it’s all in good fun of course, but we’d all happily mute him during a match if we could.

“Yes, Adam. Have fun with the ‘easy mode’ character.” I said, deliberately baiting him.

“Listen here you little shit” he immediately blurted “I can accept that you’re gay but I’m not going to accept the fact that you’re a scrub.” he said, obviously joking, though he did take skills seriously during a match.

“Yeah yeah but I’m the one using the axe, fighting enemies face-to-face like a man.” I kept teasing him. “How’s going up there? Still casting light arrows from your safe space?” I cackled.

“Excuse me???” his icon lighting up, the audio clipping “Why don’t we check your stats instead? Too afraid of looking like the scrub you are??? I literally made no mistakes last time.”

“Of course you didn’t: the chance of making mistakes is like 0% when you stand still and far from the battle.”

There was a moment of silence, then I heard Adam’s breath into the mic “You know I know where you live, right?”

I laughed but before I could continue this very deep and mature battle of wits, we both heard the sound notifying us that our bud Dave joined the voice chat. Now, whenever Dave joins, we usually hear every sound except for his voice, so we were ready to have our ears busted because of the noi-

“Hey noobs!” Dave greeted us, with a voice that was instead crystal clear.

“What the hell” both me and Adam said, our avatars lighting up at the same time.

“I see you noticed that you can now hear my beautiful voice perfectly.” he bragged, and rightfully so.

Normally we could hear his PC’s fans, what was going on down the street, cars passing by, atoms crashing into each others… farts. But now it was just Dave with his now-soothing voice calling us names.

“Are you finished?” Adam said.

But there was no response from Dave.

“Did he finally die?” Adam continued.

I heard a faint sigh of relief from Dave and then he went “Yeah, now I’m finished.”

I kind of suspected what happened but I didn’t say a word.

“Wait. You didn’t hear a thing?” Dave asked, puzzled.

Both me and Adam shrugged as if he could see us, but then said that no, we didn’t.

My detective skills told me that my gassy straight bud ripped one of his classic loud farts, but the new microphone had that “background noise reduction” feature (which my friend seriously needed) so it didn’t register his ass-blast as the old one usually did, so much so that Dave’s frequent farts would eventually turn into white noise for the rest of us. But now, his new headset was actually worth the price and all we could hear was indeed his voice.

“Can we just get into the game befo-“ Adam blurted, but was cut off mid-sentence by a loud, ear-piercing sound coming from Dave, though that wasn’t him speaking or screaming.

My fartbro really didn’t want us to miss what his ass is capable of, so we were both startled by a powerful, audio-clipping fart that completely overwhelmed our voice begging him to stop. And he did stop, but only after like 12 seconds. The rip was followed by the sound of Dave re-adjusting his microphone and laughing. “Hopefully you heard that now.” he chuckled.

I did hear it. I was very familiar with it. Truth is that Dave farting during our game sessions wasn’t anything new however. Even I was used to it, though that did pitch a tent in my shorts. I started wondering whether Dave was in jeans, shorts or boxers. Probably the latter, and shirtless, given that it was a warm evening. I tried to not to let my usual simp-ness over my bro take over me but apparently it was already too late, as I didn’t even notice Adam begin pissed off about an unwanted phone call.

“I’m sorry guys, I gotta take this one.” he said, annoyed. “Do not wait for me. Cya tomorrow I guess.”

And logged off, another sound notifying us that he went into the terrible real world realm.

“Alone at last, bro.” Dave said, in a flirty tone, just as Adam left.

I laughed and mindlessly switched to a different, this time single-player game as we needed at least 3 guys to play, one of those brutal action games that I suck at but I have to beat.

Dave did the same, with a similar game, and we both started gaming on our own but keeping each other company, like we usually do, occasionally exchanging opinions on what we were playing and so on.

“It’s probably his ex-girlfriend” Dave said.

“Yeah. I figured.” I simply answered.

Adam wasn’t really talkative about his personal stuff like me or even Dave, so neither us really knew what was going on. But if our bud didn’t want us to know, not fully know at least, then we respect this decision.

After a couple of more minutes of silence, I heard some sounds coming from Dave. Not a fart, this time though.

“Did you say something?” I asked.

I heard some muffled noises and then Dave’s voice, lower than usual though “I’m just messing with the settings here. I feel like sometimes the volume gets messed up.” and he was right.

“Yeah the audio is kind of low now.” I warned him.

I heard some more noises (keyboard tapping, mouse clicking, etc.) and then I heard him speak again.

Or, to be more precise, he did make a sound with his mouth, though those weren’t words; a loud belch, actually, right into my ears. Dave was more of a farter, but he wasn’t new to wild, incredible burps. I honestly prefer the more disgusting butt explosion, but I still tip my hat at my bro being a masterful air-bender from both ends.

“Yes, I did hear that.” I said, anticipating his question.

He laughed. “Thank you.” he answered, belching both word with care.

A couples of minutes of silence followed, with just me and Dave occasionally chatting but overall trying to be focused on our respective games. My straight bro was however not done with the “testing”.

“Are you hearing this bro?” he suddenly asked, trying not to laugh.

“No…?” I was puzzled.

“Wait. Let me just…”

I heard Dave removing his headset and as it got farther away from his head, a familiar sound got louder and louder instead, until it became unbearable.

“Are you hearing this now?” he shouted, though I could heard him over that sound.

The sound of yet another loud blast of gas, so loud it was glitching the audio. It was long and proud, dry as some of his best rips, and it just wouldn’t stop. The boss I was fighting somehow felt how distracted I was and one-shotted me with a swipe of his flaming sword but I couldn’t even hear any in-game sound ‘cause my straight gassy bro was basically farting right into my ears, albeit indirectly.

I instinctively reached for the pitched tent between my legs as the fart kept going strong and loud, so loud in fact that I had to lower the volume ‘cause my hears were starting to hurt.

After a grand total of 18 seconds, I once again heard Dave putting his headphones back on his head, wondering whether they were radioactive or melting at this point, due to all that poisonous gas.

“I gotta say… the sound quality is pretty spot-on. What headset are you using?” I joked.

Dave chuckled. “The same as yours actually. Thanks for the advice.”

We kept chatting a bit more as if he wasn’t a gassy teasing bastard but since he *is* a gassy teasing bastard I once again heard him, with no warning nor request from me, removing his headphones again and putting them (I assume) closer to the source of his underwear-clad ass.

Unsurprisingly, yet another manly, loud rip blasted through my own headphones right into my eardrums, renewing the hard-on I had only moments before. It sounded like a motorcycle passing by and I could only imagine how badly the stench was in Dave’s room. Lasting around 11 seconds, this time it got dangerously wet-ish towards the end, which I found hilarious but also made me rightfully worried about my bro maybe going a bit too far even for both of our standards.

“Dude.” I said, laughing a bit “You might want to go easy. That sounded risky.”

Dave, being the chill guy he is, just laughed about it. “Don’t worry, dude. I’m an expert.” and he ripped a short toot that was so loud I could even hear it without the microphone going straight into his butt this time.

We then kept gaming a bit more on our own. Dying over and over to that same boss made me think about how chill Dave was being -as usual- about my kink. I mean don’t get me wrong he always farted a lot while voice chatting but this time it was different, as he was now aware of my fetish. And, as always, I really appreciated that, just as I appreciated yet another thunderous blast, one that actually startled me, making me lose YET AGAIN.

“FUCK!” I blurted.

As the fart kept going, Dave moved the microphone closer to his face (but I still could hear the fart going) just to laugh at my gaming skills, completely aware however that his farts were a huge distraction on its own. He then planted the microphone once again in front of his butt and the blast went loud and proud.

“It’s just too easy.” he then chuckled, after finishing ripping that monstrous fart.

It was. I had to pause the game for a couple of minutes to calm down, the tent between my legs going harder and harder. Was Dave aware of this part as well? Of course he was, but he didn’t care. It was just a game for him, and he was constantly proving me how much of a pro gamer he was.

I hope he never gets nerfed.

End of Episode 11

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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ruthiswriting · 3 years

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chainsaw man | denji, power, hayakawa aki, gen, 5k | on ao3

“It’s just…” He stopped. “You really don’t care about tits?”

There was a long silence, punctuated only by low buzz of Aki’s desk lamp. “You care about tits,” Aki said finally, “an unusual amount.”

(or: Time off work means that Denji gets to spend a lot of time thinking about what exactly it is that he likes about tits, anyway. Gender is involved. Power helps.)

inspired by my roommate’s headcanon that denji is a trans lesbian and doesnt know it yet! this fic takes place after the international assassin arc but before ch 73.

trigger warning for denji making transphobic statements due to the fact that he doesnt know that being trans is a thing, internalized transphobia, and body dysphoria. general disclaimer that i am not a trans woman but have been known to experience a gender from time to time. enjoy!

They’d all been given time off work, after the Darkness Devil. A leave of absence for Aki to recover, for Power to get her head screwed back on straight, and for Denji to sit and wait for them to be well, since he wasn’t allowed to go on work missions by himself. It was coming to an end soon— Aki had acclimated to his one arm pretty well, and Power didn’t wake up screaming anymore, so they’d be back to work soon.

Still, Denji was running out of ways to fill the empty time. Having nothing to do made him sizzle with nervous energy, waiting for something to do, for a task and directive to achieve. Aki provided the direction of reading materials, movies, and chores— but it still gave him too much time to think.

So it was a lazy afternoon, not long after lunch but still too early for another meal, when Denji asked Power a question.

“Hey, Power,” he said. “You took over a dead body, right?”

She was stretched out on the floor on her back, hugging Meowy in her arms— Aki always said that she held him too tightly, but no matter what Power did the stupid cat purred like a pleased, rusty motorboat. Denji’s question made her stall, frowning as Meowy squirmed. “Eh?”

“That’s what Aki said a fiend was,” Denji said, rolling onto his elbow to look at her from the couch. “A devil that took over a human’s dead body. So you did that, right?”

She paused, thinking this over— reaching for something hidden in her memory. Then her eyes widened, and she sat up. “That’s right,” she said, suddenly triumphant. She rubbed one finger under her nose, pivoting Meowy to rest awkwardly in the crook of her other arm. “I forgot… The way Power was born!”

There was the beginning of the story in the gleam of her eyes— something that would go on, and be uninteresting and mostly nonsensical. “Yeah, I don’t really care about any of that,” Denji said, before she could begin. “I was just wondering, like,” he paused, and one hand rose up, like he could better form the thought if he could grab it. “…Why’d you end up picking the body you did?”

“I used whatever was convenient,” she said. “Of course, my body is the best body I could have gotten. Tis one of the reasons I am so perfect.”

“So you didn’t care about what it looked like?”

Power sniffed, immediately dismissive of the question. “Only humans care about things like that,” she said. Denji could tell she was starting to lose interest in the conversation— she was starting to lift Meowy in front of her, the cat’s little arms jutting awkwardly toward her as his body dangled. “It is very sad! The only good devil feature I have now are my horns… Human bodies really are so unappealing. And they all look the same.”

This caught Denji off guard. He slid forward on the couch, trying to get Power’s attention again to argue. “Huh? That’s not true at all. We all look completely different. Like, you don’t look anything like me. And Aki looks super different from us…” His argument warmed up slowly as he cooked it over, and suddenly, he was invigorated. “We all look super fucking different! That’s crazy.”

“What are you two talking about?” Aki appeared in the doorframe, his one remaining arm wrapped over the white laundry basket he’d been struggling with the whole day.

“Denji is jealous of my perfect body,” Power said.

“No way!”

Before Power could say anything else stupid, Meowy squirmed over her shoulder to land on the ground behind her with a thump. She wheeled again to grab at him, but he scooted comfortably out of her arm’s reach to vanish under the couch, curling his patchy tail around his feet. “Meowy!”

Denji pointed at her, victorious. “That’s what you get. He’s not gonna come out for the rest of the day.”

“You two, stop fighting,” Aki said, before Power’s high pitched whine could end in a yell. “Denji, help me hang up the laundry. And Power, you need to clean Meowy’s litter box. It stinks.”

“Meowy should be allowed to shit wherever he wants,” Power grumbled.

“He does shit wherever he wants,” Aki said. “He just has better manners than you.”

As he stood on the balcony with Aki, picking up shirts one by one to hang, Power’s words continued to turn in Denji’s chest, until they finally stopped to lodge themselves there at an uncomfortable angle. It felt like he’d swallowed a piece of food before chewing it all the way through, and some piece was sticking there. His breaths couldn’t dislodge it.

Was he jealous of Power’s body?

No. There was no way. Why would he want a body like Power’s?

He’d seen a lot of Power’s body. All of it, actually. He knew what it looked like, what it felt like— even what it tasted like, not that he’d wanted to drink her blood. And he’d decided, pretty thoroughly, he wasn’t interested. Whatever exciting mystery lay under a girl’s clothes had fallen flat when it was attached to Power.

But maybe there was something else to want about her body? Something not about sex, or touch. He couldn’t name it. Or maybe, eventually, he could name it— but he definitely shouldn’t.

Laundry ended with hanging their spare public safety uniforms, all in an identical line. Denji was bigger than Power, and Aki was taller than both of them— still, they were all close enough in size that their clothes could easily mingle together in a confused heap. Denji had gotten halfway through getting dressed into Power’s too-small clothes to know he couldn’t wear her pant size, but on the line they almost looked identical. Empty squares of fabric, wafting in the warm breeze. When the sleeves moved, they looked like they were waving in time.

“You’re thinking about something,” Aki said.

He was kneeling by the now empty laundry basket, because even though Denji could have hung the laundry by himself in about the same amount of time, Aki had insistently stayed to pass the laundry to him. Denji guessed he just didn’t like being able to finish the stuff he could before, when he had both arms, and that maybe if he stuck around to the end of the task it was like he could do it anyway. But also, it felt like he was watching Denji. Waiting for something important.

Denji clipped the last shirt up, letting the clothespin clap shut around the starched white collar. “It’s nothin’ important,” he said. “Don’t worry about it.”

The next day, Denji remembered something that brought him back to Power, reading through a manga that Aki had brought home from the conbini.

“I thought of something else about what you said that doesn’t make sense,” Denji said, standing over her.

She had to move the volume down out of her face to look at him, scowling immediately at the interruption. “What?”

“You said that you don’t care about your body, but you do,” Denji said, accusatory. “You wore those— fake boob things. Why the hell would you do that if you didn’t care about what your body looked like?”

She stared at him, and Denji could see from her expression, instantly, she’d forgotten the whole conversation already. Power forgot about a lot of shit, admittedly, but for some reason it felt like a bad sign— like Denji was putting way too much thought into something stupid. He went on pointlessly to add, “you know— what we talked about. How you said human bodies are gross…”

“Correct. Human bodies are gross,” Power said, instantly confident even if she’d forgotten the context. “But there are ways to make them less gross.”

She sat up, throwing the magazine aside. Denji jerked back, out of the circumference of her turning legs, and watched her draw herself up. “It is also helpful to have large breasts,” she said, confident. “Because many people desire them, and so they act in useful ways— like when you helped me save Meowy.” She folded her legs under her and crossed her arms, with sudden finality.“Isn’t that right?”

“Well— yeah,” Denji said. “But you couldn’t have known I would do that before we met…” His eyes flickered to her chest automatically at the memory— she wasn’t wearing them right now, so her t-shirt hung loosely against her body.

“But I knew humans are disgusting. And that they would be interested in me having larger breasts.” She crossed her arms and legs at once, forming a defiant pretzel. “Maybe you should try it some time, Denji.”

Any further argument Denji had against this line of reasoning immediately evaporated. He felt his face flush instantly, and he struggled for words— or anything at all, really. “What—“ he stopped, sputtering. “Don’t be fucking stupid! I can’t have tits, I’m a guy.”

“Why not?”

He stared at her, bewildered. “Cause— cause guys don’t have tits.”

It was so obvious it felt stupid to say— but even with it being obvious it felt like a weak argument. Power wrinkled her nose. “Stupid! Very stupid, Denji. Come with me.” She stood up, briefly on the couch before hopping down next to him. And then, she grabbed his arm and marched him to the bathroom, her fingers making a vise grip against his skin.

“You’re lucky I’m here to help you,” Power said, shutting the bathroom door behind them. This seemed like a bad sign to Denji— Power had to practically be bribed to not leave the door open when shitting, and she didn’t care when they shut the door either. She was trying to cut off his escape route. “Humans are so limited and rigid in their thinking! It’s very boring, so I will help you.”

She was wriggling out of her t-shirt as she talked, discarding it on the floor between them. Then, she ducked her arms behind her back to undo the clasps on her bra. That wasn’t really a big deal— Denji had seen Power naked before, and he’d done her laundry enough times to know what her underwear looked like. But he was starting to feel nervous about wherever this conversation was going. “Power,” he said, eyes flickering to follow her movements, “I don’t know about this.”

“I’m only trying to show you,” she said. “That it is very easy. And that humans do look alike.”

And then, she was pulling his shirt off— Denji choked as the cloth dragged against his mouth, arms jerking up automatically to follow the movement. His shirt joined hers on the floor.

With businesslike hands, Power turned him around so he was staring at the blank drywall. He felt the bra drag around his ribcage. “Whoa— whoa,” Denji yelped.

“Don’t bother fighting me! This is for your own good!” She was snapping the clasps in place, so it was snug against his body. They scratched against his back as they clicked.

Then, she pulled the straps over his arms. Denji felt his eyes drop, to where his cleavage would be, if he had cleavage (but he didn’t because he was a guy, and so he shouldn’t be thinking about this). The rip cord of his chainsaw heart curled awkwardly out between the bra’s lace detailing. He could feel it constrict in his chest— an ugly spasm in reaction to the way it gapped against him.

Power’s hands snaked out from under his armpits. She was holding the breast pads. “Put them on,” she commanded.

Hell no, Denji screamed. Or, well, he thought he screamed. His voice wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, his hand moved, mechanical, to take them from her.

They were pretty much how he remembered the first time— silicone. Kind of squishy, except for an odd firmness in the middle. There was a sticky backing that probably helped keep them from falling off your chest. They also stank, since they lived up against Power’s sweaty unwashed body most of the time.

He raised them to his chest, and after a few moments of arranging, they were on, cool and sticky against his skin.

Power turned him again with one firm hand on his upper arm. Now, they were both facing the mirror— Denji in Power’s bra. Both shirtless. Both, somehow, with tits. She leaned against him and crossed her arms, smirking with satisfaction. “Now you see,” she declared. “We don’t look so different.”

She was wrong, obviously. Denji was taller than Power, and broader shouldered, and just— different. They looked different. Because they were two different people, obviously, but also because Denji wasn’t a chick. No way anyone would buy that he was just from some fake boobs.

But also, he couldn’t stop looking at them. Why? He knew they weren’t real, and also, they were on him. The usual reasons Denji wanted to be looking at tits couldn’t really apply. Especially when Power, who had actual tits, was standing next to him, naked from the waist up.

Of course, he’d already figured out he wasn’t interested in Power, so it made sense that he wasn’t looking at her— except nothing about this situation made sense at all. Especially that some noise, buzzing in the back of his skull constantly, had gone quiet. A feeling that he hadn’t even known was there was gone.

“You can keep them if you want, Denji,” Power said generously. “I only wear the bra because Aki makes me.”

Reality snapped back into place. Denji pushed her away, yanking off the bra. The boob pads unstuck from his body with only a little coaxing, and they fell to the floor with a mushy plap. “Fucking— keep your clothes on, Power!”

Denji ran from the bathroom without reclaiming his shirt, hiding in his room from both Power and whatever he had seen in the mirror. He’d have to come back for the shirt later— Aki always got onto them for leaving their clothes in the bathroom when they showered. But he wanted to be sure that Power would be gone. Power, and her stupid fake boobs, and whatever she’d done to him when she snapped that bra into place.

That night, Aki turned on an old cartoon while he cooked dinner— the sizzle of grease popping over the tinny background music and shouted dialogue. TV always mesmerized Power, although she complained if there wasn’t blood and gore. She still sat close to the screen, blocking the bottom half with the top of her head and horns.

Denji didn’t care about TV, really. It had been kind of novel at first, since his dad had sold the TV set when he was pretty young and they’d never had money for things like movies. But since he’d gotten to watch movies with Makima, watching grainy TV on Aki’s tiny television set had hardly been appealing. But he still watched, apathetic, until his stomach began to twist again.

The show was about some kid who got cursed, so that every time they got wet they’d change from a boy to a girl— or a girl to a boy. Denji wasn’t sure. It seemed pretty inconvenient, honestly. You probably couldn’t plan for being splashed with water in every situation, and the kid didn’t want everyone to know about it, so it just ended up being a lot of dumb shit about the kid managing all the different identities and what people thought he was— or she was. Denji could hardly keep up with his one life, so managing two seemed like a huge hassle.

So he didn’t know he felt so much envy, every time the dumb kid slipped into some water fountain or got dunked in a river. It didn’t make sense to want that. Nothing he was feeling made sense.

He took a shower after dinner. The hot water steamed over the mirror, leaving Denji alone with his thoughts, and the water, trickling over his back. His naked chest.

It was probably something wrong with his head. He knew that already, though—everyone had already made it clear that whatever Denji thought about anything was probably weird and fucked up. This was probably the same sort of thing. Whatever this was.

He rubbed his skin raw with soap and tried not to look down.

It was early in the morning when Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

Without understanding why, he crawled out of bed— over where Power was sprawled, taking up half the space in his bed, like she always ended up doing whenever she passed out there— and crept down the hall to Aki’s room.

When Makima had arranged for Denji to live with Aki, the door to Aki’s room had stayed solidly shut. He hadn’t been explicitly told to stay out, but Denji knew when not to sniff. And it wasn’t like he’d been especially compelled by whatever Aki got up to, so, whatever.

But then, Power had moved in too, along with her near-constant impulse to wreck most of Aki’s possessions and her cat that liked to sleep under Aki’s desk. Aki had waged an intense internal battle between wanting to make sure he could hear when Power was up to shit and wanting to keep at least an illusion of privacy. But at some point, he’d admitted defeat, and the door remained just slightly cracked, even when he was sleeping.

Then, after the Darkness Devil, Power would alternate between sleeping in Denji’s bed and Aki’s, so whatever privacy Aki had attempted to maintain had been thoroughly destroyed. He didn’t seem to care too much anymore anyway— even when it was Denji’s turn Aki always ended up ghosting down the hall to check on them, when he thought they were both asleep.

The light was off, and Denji was at least smart enough to feel bad about bugging Aki when he was definitely asleep, and when Denji should be too. He hovered in front of the door, hand half clenched over the knob, before finally reasoning that he’d known when he’d walked over here that Aki would be asleep, so he might as well follow through. He pulled the door open, and crept into the room.

Denji had seen Aki fall asleep on the couch enough times to know that he slept like the dead. It wasn’t something he understood— it seemed like a pretty big weakness for a devil hunter, if he was being honest. But at this point he at least knew the drill. In the dark, Denji hunted for Aki’s desk lamp, and clicked it on.

The warm yellow bulb cast dozy light over the room. Aki stayed stone still, body half curved on the bed in an uncomfortable contortion. Denji sat next to him, touching his shoulder. “Hey, Aki,” he said, voice a mutter, and felt his ears turn red.

On any other day, Aki would have remained asleep long enough for Denji to back out of this terrible idea. But as Denji hurriedly pulled his hand away, Aki’s nose wrinkled, and he slowly blinked awake. Denji’s shoulders sunk.

“Denji?” Aki’s voice was still thick with sleep, and even in the dim light he squinted like it hurt. “What’s going on? Did Power clog the toilet?”

“It’s not important,” Denji blurted. “Don’t let me bug you, actually.” He stood, planning to leave, but he couldn’t get his feet to unstick from the floor. Every attempt he made just rooted him more solidly in place.

Behind him, Aki’s gaze slowly focused on his back. “…Is everything okay?”

It was a weird sentence, from Aki. He knew it, too— there was something self conscious in the way the words formed, even through his fuzzy concern. But this whole moment was weird, and Denji figured if they both knew it he might as well take advantage of it. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Aki. “I was just, like,” he stalled, trying to find a way to word what was sitting in his chest. “Wanting to know what you thought of something I’ve been thinking about. It’s not important, but, you know…”

The lamp’s bulb was making a weird buzzing noise, filling the dead space between Denji’s fumbling sentences. Aki’s body hadn’t moved, but his eyebrows kept contracting, like if he furrowed them enough he could get to the point of Denji’s sentence. Finally, he said, words slow, “you want my advice.”

Super lame. It sounded so lame when Aki said it, in his weird, grown up way of talking about everything. “Yeah,” Denji said.

Aki looked at Denji. Looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table that was scheduled to go off in three hours (which Denji knew because whenever he couldn’t sleep he could hear Aki start to move at the same time every morning). Looked up, finally, at the ceiling, squinting into nothing. Then, he said, “okay.” And he sat up.

Before he could stop himself, Denji sat again on the bed. This time, Aki drew his legs up, making room for Denji. He waited expectantly for Denji to start talking.

“It’s just..” Denji was glad, suddenly, for the awkward configuration on the bed. Looking at Aki in the eye felt too intense. “You know. I was thinking about…” He took a breath, and said in a burst, “Aki, you’re gay, right?”

The silence suddenly got a lot thicker. Denji could feel the way Aki stared into the side of his head with a new, unwelcome intensity. When he talked, there was a beginning of an aggravated edge to his voice. “Did you wake me up at three in the morning to ask me why I’m gay?”

“No,” Denji said defensively. “It’s just— I’m trying to understand something, okay.”

“Why..” Aki stopped, and ran a hand over his face. He tried again, voice mechanically even. “Why do you think I’m gay?”

This, at least, was an easy one. “Your ears,” Denji said. And he pointed at Aki’s ear, where normally, black stud earrings would poke out from behind his bangs. “They’re both pierced, so like… One of them’s gotta be the gay one, right.”

Aki’s face was beginning to sour at his usual impressive rate. Unusually, though, he made an effort to contain it— to keep his bad mood from running off the edges of his face into the rest of the house. “We can unpack that later,” he said. “What’s your point?”

Denji wasn’t sure, was the thing. He wasn’t sure what his point was— only that there was this unknown thing lurking in the base of his stomach, something he didn’t know was good or not. He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, like the answer was living up there. “It’s just…” He stopped. “You really don’t care about tits?”

There was a long silence, punctuated only by low buzz of Aki’s desk lamp. “You care about tits,” Aki said finally, “an unusual amount.”

“Fuck,” Denji said. He rubbed one arm over his eyes. “I know you think it’s stupid, okay. It’s...” He didn’t know. He didn’t know what it was.

Aki’s head tilted, just a little— the lamp shadowing the way he squinted at Denji. But then, he said, voice slow, ponderous: “are you thinking you don’t care about tits? And that…” He raised his eyebrow, leaving the connection for Denji to make.

“I’m not gay,” Denji said, voice definitive.

Aki didn’t argue this point. He nodded, willing to accept it without trouble. “But there’s something else about it that bothers you,” he said. “Like…” He paused, slowly feeling out his words. “That you think what you want about them— might not be normal?”

They were statements of fact, made carefully— Aki watching his reaction between every minute word. So Denji knew that he saw the way his shoulders shriveled, inching away from whatever Aki was arriving to. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he mumbled.

“Why not?”

Denji stared down at his hands. His hands, resting on his legs, and the curve of his stomach against his boxers. “When all those assassins were coming after me,” he said finally. “One of them said… That some things you’re just better not knowing about. So, maybe it’s one of those things.”

Aki considered. “I suppose that can be true in some cases,” he allowed. “But I’d rather know the truth, however painful. …And I don’t think it really is one of those things, this time.”

“So what do you think it is?” Denji challenged him, finally turning his head to look Aki in the eye. “You’ve got something in mind, right? You wouldn’t have said something like that otherwise.”

“Not really.”

Denji couldn’t make out Aki’s face clearly in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was lying. “Yeah, right,” he said. And he looked away again.

It was a while before Aki responded. Before he said anything, he shifted to be sitting next to Denji— legs close together, the ghost of his empty sleeve batting against Denji’s arm. Denji chanced a look at him, out of the corner of his eyes, but Aki wasn’t meeting his eyes either. He was just looking at some point on the wall. Reflecting.

“Some things you might be better off knowing,” Aki said. “Some things maybe you shouldn’t. But I don’t think it’s wrong to want to get to know yourself better… Even if it’s uncomfortable in the meantime.”

“You do have something in mind,” Denji mumbled.

Aki paused again. “Only based off of what you told me,” he said, voice light. “What you asked me.”

Denji’s vision swam. He squeezed his eyes shut, insistent on blocking out whatever he was feeling, and however Aki was looking at him. “It really doesn’t matter,” he said again, because maybe if he kept saying it it would be true.

The bed creaked, and he felt the mattress rise underneath him as Aki stood. Denji dared to open his eyes to watch him move. Aki was turning to face Denji, so he could use his one remaining arm to push him down to the bed— gently, one hand firm on his shoulder. Denji didn’t fight. He let his body sag, until his head was resting against one of Aki’s lumpy pillows. His eyes kept prickling, so laying down was probably a bad idea. Whatever was burning behind his eyes only got worse the gentler Aki was.

But then, mercifully, Aki turned the lamp off, dropping them both into darkness. He went around to the far side of the bed, and laid next to Denji, a tiny sigh bursting out from behind his lips. Denji felt his throat click.

Aki’s arm cuffed around his head, almost cradling him in the crook of his elbow. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, if you don’t want to,” he said. “It’s fine if it takes you time to figure it out.”

Denji wanted to protest more. To say that really, there was nothing to figure out, and that Denji was just making a big deal out of nothing. Power had said and done some weird Power shit, and that was all. He could get over it. But at this point, that felt even stupider. So Denji swallowed, and nodded. He didn’t trust his voice anymore, so Aki’s only answer would have to be the way the back of Denji’s neck shifted against his wrist.

Aki didn’t say anything else, only laid against him in the dark, a silent, still presence. Denji drew in breaths until his heart calmed, until he could trust himself to speak. “Should check on Power,” he muttered. “She still gets nightmares sometimes… ‘Specially if she wakes up alone.”

“Right,” Aki murmured. “I can go look— you don’t have to get up.”

“Nah,” Denji said, and he started to sit up.

Before he could get further than his elbows, though, a heavy, furry weight thudded into Denji’s chest. Meowy sank heavily against him, like a furry rock pinning him to the bed.

Denji swore, and in response, Power’s cat meowed in his face. “God, your breath stinks,” he muttered.

“What are you both doing in here?” The vague outline of Power’s body lingered in Aki’s doorway, like a horror movie monster. If a horror movie monster refused to eat vegetables or brush her teeth. “You left me alone, Denji.”

Denji grumbled, still trying to move the cat. “What’s it look like we’re doing? We’re sleeping. And you defeated the Darkness Devil, so it’s fine, right? Nothing bad’s gonna happen. You’re too tough.”

“Not important!” She stepped into the room and the bare sliver of moonlight coming through Aki’s balcony. It made her face white, almost gleaming with sweat. “I knew Meowy wouldn’t leave me for no reason. You two are too weak and pathetic to be left alone! Very good work, Meowy.” She crossed the room to crawl into bed next to them, pressing up against Denji in an insistent effort to fit.

Denji grumbled in protest, but there wasn’t any stopping her— in a matter of seconds she was insistently pretzeled next to him.

“Thanks for watching out for us, Power,” Aki murmured. “Good job.”

He was already falling back asleep. Which was really pretty annoying, because Aki’s bed really wasn’t big enough for the three of them. But if Denji wanted to move, he’d have to drag all of them with him and he just didn’t want to deal with that. So he sighed and wriggled over, making room for Power by jamming himself against Aki’s shoulder.

Meowy slid off his chest like a heavy ooze, landing between him and Power on the crook of his shoulder. Power curled happily around the cat, one arm catching around it to drape across Denji’s chest.

And then, they were asleep again, with just Denji awake. Watching the dawn light start to crawl across the ceiling.

Sometimes, when he was stuck on shit like this, he started to wonder if he had been better off when it was just him and Pochita. Even if he didn’t have money and food, it was less complicated. He didn’t have time to think about things like tits, because he was too busy trying to pay rent, and the bills, and feed him and Pochita. It was harder, but also way, way fucking easier.

Right now, though, it was okay. Denji could stand thinking a little more, if it was like this.

He let his eyes close. This time, he fell asleep.

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man fic #denji chainsaw man #power chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki

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Doll Me Up (P.3)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,963 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

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Tony had left Y/N back at home after leaving the beach. He made sure she was settled back at his mansion, after he had had his face settled between her thighs that is. That was a surefire way to get her to relax and he cherished the taste of her on his tongue, inhaling the scent of her. It had done the trick well enough, and he had encouraged her to take a warm bath. She was confused at where he had to go at the hour, but he had assured her it would not take long, and he would be back before she knew it. She was rattled, he could tell, about the whole ordeal at the boardwalk. But she was acting tough, and he had to admire her resiliency. It was going to make her a good wife and hopefully mother in the future.

The tunnel he was walking down was dank and had an off smell about it. What he had ordered could not happen on his property, so this was the next best bet. It was secluded, in a seedy part of the city. Cops were around but they were preoccupied with things above ground.

He was met outside the room by Happy who had arrived before him. “It’s all ready, boss.”

“Good,” Tony clipped. “I’m assuming we have a dumpsite already?”

“That’s taken care of.”

Tony patted Happy’s cheek. “I can always count on you.”

He strode past him into the room, the smile falling from his face at the sight. The two men his guards had caught were chained up to the wall. The guys had already been beaten by his men, their faces dripping blood, deep bruises along their abdomens. But they had been kept conscious according to Tony’s instructions. He wanted to deliver the final blows himself personally. Anyone who tried to dare lay hands on Y/N, whisk her away from him… he had bloodthirst on his mind.

“Remember me?” Tony asked sarcastically, taking off his jacket, tossing it towards one of his men who caught it before it could fall to the ground.

The men were blabbering, eyes swollen, lips swollen. They just wanted it to end. Tony snickered at the thought. He had an array of tools at his disposal to make sure this would last longer and draw the pain out for them.

At the end of it, when their hearts had finally stopped, he looked all the look of a serial killer. His t-shirt was blotted with blood, a wicked smile at seeing the work he had done on them, still hearing their pained screams. His fists were bloody. He never touched people like this but since it was for her…

She would no doubt notice and fawn over it. Win-win situation for him.

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Y/N swam over to Tony at the edge of the pool where he was reclining in a chair. He was watching her closely, thinking of how she had almost been taken from him a week ago and the thought made his stomach twist. He needed to protect her always, keep her safe for not only herself but him.

She pulled herself up enough out to rest on her elbows, her feet kicking below the water. He liked the suit she had chosen; it flattered her. Not that much did not flatter her. He would be hard pressed to find anything that would make her unattractive to him.

She pouted, “Are you sure you’re not going to come in?”

Tony stuck out his bottom lip, mocking her. “No, baby.”

“But why not?”

“Because I like watching you.”

Her smile was all flavors of seductive, “I thought you liked touching me.”

“Cheeky,” Tony chuckled, and she shrugged, looking proud of herself. He brought his vodka to his lips, taking a long swig.

“I was thinking…” she said catching his attention again. “We could have some fun. If you came to sit on the side of the pool…”

Tony chuckled again at her insinuation, his mind picturing her perfect lips around the head of his dick. “Are you insatiable?” She began removing her top and he held out his hand, laughing. “Y/N, darling. Rhodey should be here any moment.” She pouted again, hesitating. “As much as I would love that… those goods are for me, hmm?”

“Always,” she returned, straightening herself back out. She whined, “But why are you always having to work?”

“It’s not always. Don’t be overdramatic, kitten.”

“I can’t help it,” she grumbled.

Tony pushed his sunglasses down, peering at her over the top of them. “I’ll make it up to you. I bought a new toy.” She brightened at that and he grinned in response. “It’s sure to keep things fresh. Plus… I do owe you a night out, don’t I? Let’s make a date out of it.”

“Saddle Peak Lodge?” Tony’s brow furrowed and she shrugged. “I got bored, and I was looking at food places around here.”

“Sure. Whatever you want,” Tony said sincerely, taking another drink.

A song came on and she immediately smiled mischievously at him. “Oh, look, it’s our song.”

“Our song?” Tony asked, his lips upturned in a smirk.

She nodded.

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

“I’m even swimming and you’re watching,” she said, biting her bottom lip before pushing away from the side. She drug her eyes away from him before diving back underneath the water. Tony’s eyes followed her through the water, listening to the lyrics of the song she had deemed theirs. He would chase her all over town, that was for sure.

<><><>

On Tony’s laptop, Y/N’s location of her phone popped up. He saw it was in The Flats and his teeth gritted as he realized where she was.

“That’s Liam’s place,” Tony said out loud, in disbelief.

Liam had been her friend first, even though he was Tony’s employee. Liam was one of the guards at the escort service. And he was one of the highest paid of Tony’s employees there. He was good at what he did and also helped Tony dole out physical prowess on special assignments that needed it. But he had an admittedly soft spot for the girls in the service, Y/N especially when she was still working there. He had seen it himself, Liam making sure she was comfortable and giving her attention. It had made him jealous at first but when he realized Y/N had no interest in him, he had brushed it off. She was oblivious to his adoration, something Tony had actually found amusing when he realized it.

The fact she had decided to hole up with him and that Liam had actually agreed to it… Tony felt a huge flame of betrayal. He had treated Liam well, had he not? Why this backstabbing when it was clear as day Y/N was doing something wrong?

Happy asked from the front seat, “What did you say?”

Tony snapped, closing his laptop roughly, “She’s at Liam’s. That… fucking prick. Anything to try to get close to Y/N.” Tony chewed on his bottom lip and grabbed his phone again, his temper flared. He texted furiously. “Looks like someone is going to get a promotion tonight. And I’m losing one of my best because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”

<><><>

Nine months ago…

Tony strolled in from the balcony, adjusting his sleeves. He had gone out for some air, leaving Y/N inside with the other Avengers. He spotted her sitting on one of the couches, Steve nearby. Steve was amused by whatever Y/N had said, his smile wide and her quickly explaining something. He made his way back over, coming to her side just as she finished.

“Cap,” Tony greeted him.

“Tony,” Steve returned, still laughing lightly.

Y/N was all smiles still. “You didn’t tell me Steve was so funny.”

“I didn’t know I had to. Rogers is usually the stick in the mud,” Tony quipped.

“She’s merely amused at my complete inept at cultural references,” Steve said, smiling warmly again in her direction.

“It’s actually quite embarrassing for him.” Y/N quipped, much to Steve’s amusement. “But we can forgive him. Just like we forgive you for your sarcastic jokes, Tony.” Y/N perked up and said, “You guys don’t have drinks. Let me fix that.”

She walked off and Steve leveled Tony with a look. Tony cocked his head, “What? You’re looking at me all self-righteously.”

“Is she…?”

Tony did not have to work hard at figuring out what Steve was trying to get at. He snorted at Steve’s prude response to her and being unable to outright ask if she was a prostitute. “Was,” Tony corrected. “Actually, worked for my service. She’s shaped up quite nicely, I would dare to say.”

Steve nodded in agreement, “She plays the part well. Charming. Polite.”

“What gave it away, pray tell?”

Steve snorted and said, “Honestly? She’s too pretty for you to be your wife.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

The two of them were sharing a laugh as Y/N walked back up.

“Plus, the service,” Steve said under his breath, seeing she was carrying two glasses for them specifically and none for herself.

“Quite the whole package,” Tony said in a normal volume and she looked at him expectantly as she held out the glasses to them. Tony merely leaned forward giving her a peck on her forehead. His arm snaked around her waist and brought her to his side. “She’s so well behaved.”

“Because that’s the only thing that matters,” Y/N replied teasingly, tapping him on the nose, earning a wide grin in response from him and a kiss.

<><><>

One leg hooked over your opposite knee, you settled back further on the couch cushions. Liam had fallen asleep further down the couch to a movie and you were speaking quietly on the phone to Xavier. “Yeah, I made it home. I just don’t understand—”

You yelped at the sound of the front door being kicked in down the hall. You scrambled, dropping the phone as Liam jumped up, half asleep still. He was looking around wildly and even in his confusion, threw himself in front of you, blocking you from direct line of the hall. You looked over your shoulder frightened, taking in the tall wall of windows.

When the first man walked from the hallway into the wide room, you relaxed, immediately recognizing him. Then reality hit you again and you realized the only reason he would be here. He was one of Tony’s and you knew what was at the end of this, your heart pounding with each one that walked in. The next three you recognized too.

Lastly, Tony came striding in and you exhaled shakily, releasing the breath you did not know you had even been holding in anticipation of him. You had not been on this side of his anger before and the mere sight of him was threatening. In his tailored jacket and slacks, his gleaming watch… he was everything the mob boss you knew put fear into other people’s hearts. He was here on business, not pleasure. His body was completely tense, his eyes focused in on Liam and you standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed sharply, your resolve wavering under his ferocious gaze, cursing yourself internally for making him so mad.

No one was moving and time seemed suspended. The thing that drew you back to reality was Xavier was still trying to talk to you on the phone on the floor. You swept down to pick it up.

“I’ll call you back. It’s fine. Love you,” you told him quickly, before hanging up and tossing your phone beside you on the ledge. Tony’s jaw set at the last phrase uttered and you had said it without even thinking. It was not abnormal to say it to Xavier but now was definitely not the time. You informed him stiffly, “It’s my gay friend. You know. The one you think I slept with in Seattle? Who is not interested in pussy at all?” Tony was not saying anything, just glaring daggers through you, which further set you on edge. His men were standing at attention and your gaze swept over them before landing on him again. Maybe if you just went without a fight now, it would be okay. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep up the façade that you had not pressed him past his patience and everything was just going to pan out. “God, FINE. I’m coming! You didn’t have to be so dramatic.”

Tony held up a hand, stalling your movement, throwing you off balance. Your feet settled back on the ground, coming to a stop by Liam’s shoulder, waiting for his next movement. His gaze flicked to Liam, who was looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Who called who?” he asked in an eerily calm voice.

“W-what?” Liam stammered.

“Who. Called. Who?”

Liam shot you a look, nervous at being under Tony’s scrutinizing and threatening shadow. You gave him a slight nod and Tony noticed, his jaw clenching at the interaction. At the solidarity. You had a sinking feeling that was a huge misstep.

“She called me.”

“She called you,” Tony said slowly, eyes boring into you now.

There was jealously swimming in his eyes that you had called someone else – another man – instead of him. That had been your intention hadn’t it? To make him jealous. But now that it was coming to fruition, all you felt was dread. He tore his eyes away from you to look back at Liam.

“So, your first instinct wasn’t to, I don’t know, call me?” Tony asked. “Ask me if you should go picking my little, darling wife up from the airport?” Tony took a few steps closer, all swagger in his step. “That didn’t cross your mind, Liam?”

Liam admitted, nervousness apparent, “No, sir. I knew you were fighting.”

“You knew we were fighting.” Tony’s tone was condescending.

“Yes.”

“And what? You were just going to pick her up from the airport, bring her here. And then what?”

“She asked to stay the night. And she said she was going to leave in the morning. Early. 6am I think is the time she told me. So she could go back home to you.”

Tony threw you a taunting look, “Hmm, back to me. Seems like that’s what she’s been avoiding actually.” You opened your mouth, but he cocked his head, the playfulness from seconds ago again. You closed it. Tony directed at Liam, “Who employs you?”

“You, sir.”

“So, you would think it would behoove you to fall back on that relationship rather than catering to the wife. I mean, she’s not the one your indebted to, is she?”

“Tony, I—” you tried to cut in.

“Shut…” Tony said, his eyes not leaving Liam, his finger held up to you stiffly. “Your fucking mouth, Y/N. I’m not talking to you.”

“How many friends of yours have I killed?” Tony deadpanned at Liam. You did not like where this was going.

“Um, zero. I think,” Liam said, sweat visible on his forehead.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back at one of his men. “Is that right? I haven’t killed any of the men at the service?” His eyes swept over his personal guards and they all shook their head. Tony’s eyes snapped back to Liam and he looked thoughtful. “Huh. That’s surprising. But…” he closed the space between the two of them and you had to admire that although Liam looked nervous, he did not back away. “Then again, none of them betrayed me like this.”

Before Liam could react, Tony’s arm lashed out and his hand closed in around his neck. Liam winced at Tony’s fingers digging into his windpipe, squeezing tightly. Tony yanked Liam close and hissed into his ear, “I know how you feel about her. I’ve seen it. And the fact you thought you could get her here… get a foot in—”

“That wasn’t it!” Liam interrupted nervously.

“You’re a terrible liar. And I’m sick of people lying to me,” Tony snarled, letting go of Liam roughly, causing him to lose his balance. Tony backed off from Liam and snapped in your direction. “Grab your shit, Y/N.” You faltered, apprehension freezing you to the spot. He suddenly shouted, “Now!”

That got you to jump to action.

As you grabbed your phone and your small bags, you heard movement behind you and whipped around in alarm. You screamed when the first hit was laid across Liam’s face. Tony had stepped back and his men had come forward.

Tony had a vice like grip on your arm, yanking you sideways back towards the hall.

“Tony!” you pleaded panicked, trying to look over your shoulder as he dragged you away at where Liam was surrounded by the four men, punch after punch laying into his face and body.

He stopped, jolting you. He forcibly turned you, so you could look back at the scene in the living room, pointing at it. “This is your fault,” he spat at you. He wrenched you to him, his breath hot on your face. His eyes were wild as he told you, “Next time, think about what you’re doing when you go around trying to piss me off. Because anyone that sees Liam’s face after this is going to do that thinking for you. No one is going to want to help you when you’re being a little brat!” His fingers dug in and you winced. “And your punishment hasn’t even started yet, kitten.”

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