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

Episode 1: The Danger Begins Pt.1

~Henry's House~

~Third Person PoV~

It was another typical day in Swellview. As usual, Henry Hart, Charlotte Page, and Jasper Dunlop were at Henry's house, trying to finish their homework. Henry and Charlotte sat on the sofa, focusing on the algebra questions in front of them, but Jasper quickly grabbed their attention as he stood with his PearPad and read the latest Swellview news.

"Hey, did you guys see what Captain Man did yesterday?" Jasper said excitedly, showing the device to Henry, who was now ignoring the math he was supposed to be doing in preparation for the upcoming math test.

"Can we focus on algebra?" Charlotte was exasperated. She had always been the smartest of the three friends and preferred to get her homework done quickly and correctly, unlike the two boys with her.

"There was a fire at a pet store, and Captain Man ran inside, right through the flames, and saved all the animals!" The curly-haired boy told the story to both of them.

"And he didn't even get hurt!" Henry looked over at Jasper.

"Captain Man never gets hurt. He's a beast," He replied, returning his focus to the website on his screen.

"Y'know, someday when you guys are cleaning my swimming pool 'cause you failed this algebra test, then flunked out of school, I hope you remember this moment, 'cause I will." Charlotte sassed them both, knowing that she would be prepared for the test, but the boys would have nothing but Captain Man's heroic actions in their brains.

Henry clicked on another advert and quickly skimmed over the advertised information.

"Hey, here's a cool job I could do," He slammed his shoe onto the coffee table in front of Charlotte, even though she was still trying to work out her sums.

"Foot model," Henry stated, which caused Charlotte to look up at her blond friend with a confused and weirded-out expression.

"You guys, could we go over the list for my birthday party?" Jasper interrupted them with an excited tone from his place at the kitchen bar.

"Sure." Henry gave him a friendly smile.

"No." Charlotte quickly shot down Jasper's request, looking up from her homework.

"No." This time, Henry changed his answer to match Charlotte's annoyed tone.

"But I invited 52 people, and nobody's texted back yet. What does that mean?" Jasper asked them with a confused voice.

"That people have been to your parties before?" Henry joked, looking at Jasper and recalling all of Jasper's disastrous parties he'd attended.

"Oh, come on, my parties aren't that bad." Jasper shrugged off Henry's comment, trying to defend himself, but Charlotte quickly jumped in.

"Christmas three years ago, 15 kids ended up in the hospital." The dark-haired girl said, remembering one of the worst ones.

"'Cause of your raw turkey." Henry chimed in.

"It was turkey sushi." Jasper tried to tell them, even though his actions couldn't logically be explained.

"A boy almost died." Charlotte reasoned exasperatedly, trying to get to Jasper and make him see why giving people raw turkey is bad.

"Almost!" Jasper quickly retorted, putting a chip in his mouth, thinking he'd won the argument.

"Okay!" Henry threw his arms in the air. "First person who helps me find an after-school job gets this bowl of pine cones." He picked up the large bowl and offered it to his friends, which caused Jasper to gasp in excitement.

"Wow. Why do you even need a job?" Charlotte asked with scepticism from the ridiculous offer of pine cones.

"Y'know, to learn responsibility, challenge myself..." Henry replied, listing all of his aspirational reasons, but Jasper was quick to interrupt him with the real reason why he was so desperate for a job.

"He wants money."

"I want money," the blond boy agreed, looking back at Charlotte, who was walking towards the kitchen.

"Money's good." She agreed.

"Can we please talk about my birthday?" Jasper brought up his party again, much to the annoyance of his female friend.

"Am I gonna have to slap a boy?" she sighed sarcastically, but there was also some truth in her voice. Jasper annoyed her sometimes. The curly-haired boy at the bar looked back at her with panic, but the comment made Henry smile down at his computer.

"Henry, can you please tell me how in the wor--" Kris Hart, Henry's mom started as she appeared from upstairs and walked down the stairs. When she looked across the room, it was only then she noticed her son's best friends were also in the living room.

"Oh, I didn't know Jasper and Charlotte were here." She smiled, looking cheerful with her laundry basket under her arm.

"We're studying." Jasper smiled back.

"Are we?" Charlotte retorted, knowing they hadn't done much actual work.

"Mom, we're right in the middle of something." Henry tried to get her to leave, not wanting to have his mom around his friends.

"I'm not interrupting." She said, plopping the laundry basket down on the coffee table.

"Okay, thanks."

"I just have a question about your underwear," Mrs Hart said, holding up a pair of blue underwear, which embarrassed Henry.

"Mom!" Henry exclaimed with a horrified voice, as his friends were now laughing at what his mother was holding.

"I'd like to hear the question." Charlotte teased, walking behind Henry and resting her hands on the couch.

"What is the issue with Henry's underwear?" Jasper joined in, smirking at Mrs Hart to make his oldest friend blush. He, too, was now resting his arms on the couch with Charlotte.

"Mom!" Piper, Henry's little sister burst through the front door, stealing everyone's attention away from the underwear situation for a minute.

"Mom, I'm not okay," Piper shouted the phrase that she often did, making Mrs Hart turn around to face her. Henry also looked over, trying to use his big brother status tocalm his bratty sister.

"Piper, we're trying to study here."

"I'm talking to my mother." Piper sassed back with irritation evident in her voice.

Henry decided he couldn't deal with her, so he rolled his eyes and looked back down at his PearBook.

"What's wrong, baby?" Mrs Hart looked at her only daughter with a sympathetic expression.

"Jessica unfollowed me!" The 9-year-old showed up again with an angry expression. She showed her PearPhone to her mom.

"No one cares!" Henry said back, clearly not understanding why the tiny issue so worked up Piper. He stood up with his laptop and walked off.

"Henry! Why would Jessica unfollow you?" Mrs Hart tried to keep the situation between her children calm.

"'Cause she posted a picture of her with me and Allison, so I posted a comment that said, "OMG, you look gorgeous." Piper started to explain.

"Well, that's nice." Her mother interrupted in a pleasant voice.

"No. 'Cause Allison thought it meant she looked gorgeous, so she posted a comment that said, "Thanks, ILY." And so then Jessica got jealous and unfollowed me, and now I hate myself, and I'm gonna die!". The young girl failed to see how silly and superfluous her problem was, much to her mother's confusion.

"I'll call Jessica's mom and talk to her." Mrs Hart reasoned, picking up her basket and walking off, which upset her daughter.

"No! That's not okay!" Piper followed her mom, shouting at her from behind.

"Dang it! All these jobs say I've got to have skills." Henry slumped back into his seat at the kitchen table in defeat from not finding a job he liked.

"So? You got tons of skills." Jasper looked at him and tried to cheer him up.

"Name one."

"You're a great dancer." Henry looked at him with a confused face.

"Not I'm not."

"You could take lessons," Jasper said back, waving his finger at his friend as he sat down on a stool.

"Oh my gosh." Henry suddenly looked worried and stood up from his chair.

"What?"Charlotte asked with a curious tone.

"I'm-- I'm not great at anything. This is tragic." He replied with a sad voice.

"Here, let me see." Charlotte wandered over to his computer and combed all the job adverts listed on the site whilst Henry was still complaining about himself.

"I'm just a big pile of average." He glumly exclaimed as Charlotte busily typed away.

"Okay, here's a job." Charlotte smiled with success, and Henry's attention was quickly on the screen as Jasper came up behind them.

"At a store called Junk-N-Stuff. It says, "Needed: part-time helper for various duties." Charlotte read out to the amusement of Jasper, who was giggling to himself behind her at the word 'duties'. The other two kids looked at him with a 'seriously?' expression on their faces before returning to look at the ad.

"And see? It says, "No special skills necessary." She added to Henry's delight.

"That's me. I've got to go get that job." Henry said with excitement, running towards the couch, grabbing the bowl of pine cones, and running them back to Charlotte in his hands.

"You get the pine cones." He said with a cheerful voice.

Charlotte took them from him with a bemused look on her face. Jasper looked disappointedly between them. He desperately wanted those pine cones.

"Sweet." Charlotte took them, rolling her eyes. After she had received them, Henry ran to the door, eager to get to Junk-N-Stuff before anyone else could apply for the job.

Good luck, Hen!" Charlotte called after him sweetly.

"Thanks!" And with a slam of the door, he was gone.

"If you give me a pine cone, I'll lick my elbow." Jasper offered the girl, who looked at him like he was insane. He tentatively reached for one of them, only for Charlotte to smack his hand away sharply.

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Henry entered the store he saw in the ad. Immediately after he oped the door, a giant T-Rex head on the wall breathed fire, causing him to look at it in wonder and amazement. An Indian man sat at the cash register, suspiciously looking at the boy who had just entered. Another man, wearing dark clothing with a black hat, was busy browsing the wacky junk that was up on the shelves.

Taking a closer look at the dubious man, Henry noticed that he had a distinct tattoo on his neck, but before he could properly inspect it, the man caught him staring.

"What are you looking at?" He said in a harsh voice, which caused Henry to stutter a little and look away.

"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, this turtle's butt." His answer seemed to make the man back off, and with a quick apology, he continued browsing.

Taking another look around the shop, Henry noticed the cashier was letting a huge Venus Fly Trap drink from an M-shaped straw. Clearing his throat, he introduced himself to the odd man.

"Um, my name is Henry Hart. I'm here about the job."

"The job?" The man said slowly, as the plant next to him burped.

"Um, did that plant burp?" Henry asked.

"Go back," The cashier said mysteriously, which confused the boy even more than he already was in the kooky store.

"Um, what? Come back?"

"Go back." He repeated, saying nothing more, not a single detail.

"Where?" Henry pressed as the man continued to drink through the curly straw.

"To the back."

"Oh, go to the back." The blond boy finally understood.

"Take the elevator down." The man explained very slowly.

"What floor?"

"Down." Was all the man had to say, which made the plant squeak, adding to Henry's bewilderment.

"You too." He pointed at the flytrap and started to make his way to the back of the store slowly.

Walking through the back, he came to a rusty-looking elevator, but the phone in his pocket started to ring before he could press any buttons.

"Hey, what's up?" He answered, finding it was Jasper on the line.

"Does my basement smell like chicken poop?" Jasper started with. Of all the questions he could ask, this was the one he asked when Henry was trying to get a job.

"Yes." He could hear Charlotte say in the background. He pressed the elevator button before replying.

"What?"

"I'm down in my basement with Charlotte, and she says it smells like poop from a chicken." He explained.

"A sick chicken!" He heard his other friend exclaim in the background again.

"Uh, what are you and Charlotte doing in your basement?" Henry was so confused as he stepped into the elevator.

"He wants to have his birthday party down here in this chicken toilet." He could tell Charlotte was annoyed with Jasper again, and he continued to listen to them argue."

"This is my home." Jasper protested in an offended tone, and Henry wanted the conversation to end as he pressed the down button.

"Guys, I can't talk right now. I'm at a job interview, so I gotta go." The second his fingertip left the button, the elevator fell down the shaft, causing him to shout and scream in fear. As he continued to fall with the elevator, he could hear his best friends express their concerns over the phone, but he was too busy failing to reply.

When he finally came to a stop, the doors opened to reveal a bright room filled with cool gadgets and rock music playing loudly.

"I'll call you back."

~(y/n)'s PoV~

"So tell me again, why do you need a sidekick?" As usual, I asked Ray, who, was excitedly walking around the Man Cave. He turned to me and began to talk to me in his 'Captain Man' voice.

"Because, my cute little helper, I realised I'm not getting any younger, and need help when I'm out doing cool superhero stuff." He came to a stop next to the couch where I was sitting and leaned on the back of it.

"Right, it's taken you 25 years to realise that." I retorted, which only made him roll his eyes at me. We often bantered with each other, being the best of friends, even though I've been in love with him for most of the seven years I've known him.

Y'see, I met Ray when he wanted a helper to look after the Man Cave when he was out and about as Captain Man, Swellview's beloved resident superhero. Gooch stays upstairs in Junk-N-Stuff, and I monitor the supercomputer for any emergency calls. I keep Ray in check when he lets his childish nature get the better of him. After being hired when I was 20, we worked to keep the safe city safe, and before I knew it, those beefy arms and that floppy brown hair had me head over heels. Not that I'd ever tell him.

In the last few years, I've been determined to maintain a professional streak in our friendship. That and his constant interest in all the pretty girls Swellview has to offer; I've been firmly in the friend zone since I moved in. Now I'm at the ripe old age of 27, and it seems that Ray is insistent that he introduces a new face to the Man Cave.

"Look, smarty pants, I put an ad online, and now I'm waiting for Gooch to send down an applicant." He had circled the couch and was sitting next to me while I was scrolling through a playlist of our favourite rock music.

"This ad you posted online. Can anyone apply for it?" I paused for a second after I processed what he said.

"Well, yeah, I guess. Anyone who saw it." I looked up at him with a slight scowl on my face.

"Wait, so we could have any weirdo come down the elevator into your super-secret hideout, and you're going to give them a job? And, you're going to trust them with your identity?" He had that stupid, but the loveable expression on his face told me he knew I'd caught him out.

"Yeah, but I can always use the memory wiper." He smirked back, making me scoff and remove myself from his side. I climbed over the back of the couch and walked to the automatic snack machine for some popcorn.

"Don't come crying to me when shit goes wrong, Raymond." I tried to tease him, but he had already put my headphones on his head and made the couch spin around the room. He was oblivious to the rest of the world, now jamming to some rock.

I was just about to order my popcorn when the elevator dropped, and a dazed, skinny, blond kid stumbled out. He looked around the Man Cave in amazement, quickly becoming confused when he saw Ray in his little music world.

'Huh, this could be interesting.' I thought to myself.

~3rd Person PoV~

The couch came to a stop, and Ray noticed that he now had a teen boy in his Man Cave. (y/n) looked on from the computer area, and the boy didn't seem to notice her, as Ray's exuberant personality quickly caught his attention.

"Hey! How are ya?! Cool. Thanks. Great to meet ya!" He exclaimed quickly, not giving Henry any chance to greet him back. He yanked off the headphones and chucked them to the couch, which caused (y/n)'s eyebrows to fly to her hairline, mainly because they weren't his to throw and also because he hadn't let the poor kid get a word in.

"I'm doing good. What's your name?" He said quickly, walking over to the boy and finally giving him a chance to speak.

"Um, I'm Henry Hart. I'm here about the job." To say how overwhelming the situation was, Henry did a good job of keeping his voice steady.

"Age?" Ray started his quizzing.

"13. I'll be 14 on my next birthday." Henry explained to the large man in front of him.

"Ahhhh. So, you're ageing sequentially. I like that." Ray placed a hand on his chin as if he was thinking.

"Thanks." Henry looked a little nervous as Ray offered him his hand and enthusiastically introduced himself.

"My name's Ray."

"Hi, Ray." They shook hands, grinning at each other.

"You ask a lot of questions." A baffled sense came over Henry as he took in Ray's statement.

"I don't think I've asked any questions." Henry stuttered out, which made the woman observing the pair wander over.

"Ray, you're confusing him. Hiya, I'm (y/n)." She came over to Henry, offering her hand and a calming smile, which he returned as he shook her hand.

"Chocolate or vanilla?!" Ray suddenly asked, causing (y/n) to throw her head back with a sigh. He couldn't be serious about stuff like this, and asked the most ridiculous stuff, but secretly, she loved that about him. It was cute, not that she'd ever admit it.

"Here we go." She braced herself for the weird questions Ray was asking poor Henry.

"Vanilla."

'Not a bad answer.' (y/n) thought to herself.

"Helicopters or kangaroos?" Ray pointed his finger at the teenage boy.

'Oh god.' (y/n) continued to stay silent.

"Helicopters," Henry answered with a slight tinge of reluctance, but Ray still accepted his answer.

"Love it. Scrambled eggs or dynamite?" He walked behind Henry, who was struggling to answer.

"Okay, Ray, what have you been sniffing and should I get my first aid kit?" (y/n) joked. Any average person would think Ray was insane, but (y/n) knew that that was just Ray's way.

"Both." Henry's answer distracted Ray from his best friend's comment. His eyes lit up as he contemplated the idea, making the young lady smile at him with fondness.

"Maybe. Complete this sentence, "I'm sorry, mother, I didn't mean for my elephant to blank." Ray quickly came up with a random sentence for Henry, curious to see what he would say.

"Uh, lick dad." Henry smiled as he thought of his parents in the ridiculous situation. He laughed along with Ray and (y/n) as they were all amused by the funny scenario.

Ray suddenly clapped his hands, and they all stopped laughing.

"Well, that's not funny." He said with a frown on his face.

"No." Henry's face had dropped too.

"Not at all." (y/n) muttered as she looked at Ray as he popped a 'special' gumball into his mouth and walked to the supercomputer.

"Um, is this the job interview?" Henry asked, completely lost with what was happening.

"Just wait and see, kid." (y/n) smirked at him and went to where Ray was now sitting, but her answer didn't help him.

"Do you want it to be the job interview?" Ray asked.

"Um, what is the job?" Henry was desperate to know. Suddenly, Ray leaned closer to him with a very excited face.

"What do you think the job is?" He asked back.

"Hey, genius, stop answering questions with questions." (y/n) had a bored expression on her face, but Ray knew she was entertained by what was happening.

"Shut up!" He held a finger up in her face, which she slapped away, giving Henry a chance to answer.

"Um, well, the ad said part-time helper, so I'm thinking maybe you need someone to help you, you know, part-time." Ray was squatting up and down as Henry moved his hands as he described his job interpretation.

"Do you ever dream about sleeping?" Ray asked in a severe voice, pointing the finger (y/n) slapped at Henry.

"No."

"Good. If you did, you'd be dead." (y/n) said, giggling, which made Ray smile at her. Deep down, she had the same silly sense of humour that he did.

Ray walked to the middle of the room, (y/n) understanding what he was about to do. Henry, however, did not.

"I'm so confused." Henry spoke truthfully, but then again, who wouldn't? The Man Cave always had that effect on people when they first came down, and when coupled with Ray's eccentricity, it made for a dazing experience.

"David?" Ray started.

"His name's Henry." (y/n) reminded him.

"Can I trust you?" The large man looked intensely at Henry, who looked to (y/n) for reassurance. She gave a slight nod and a smile.

"Sure."

"Can you keep a secret?" Ray continued.

"Totally," Henry said confidently.

"So I can trust you to keep a secret?" Ray moved back and forth as he enunciated each word, which made (y/n) look at him with impatience.

"Yes, sir," Henry said curtly. Accepting his answer, Ray took a few steps back from the boy and woman, who were both waiting for his next move. (y/n) placed a hand on Henry's shoulder, not wanting the teen to faint or overreact from Ray's theatrics. Henry looked confused but didn't say anything as he watched the older man.

"I'm gonna blow a bubble," Ray explained to him.

"You're going to blow a bubble?" Henry questioned exasperatedly, clearly not understanding the situation.

"And I'm going to blow your mind," Ray said excitedly, which fuelled (y/n)'s smile.

He began to blow his bubble, (y/n)'s heart thumping for what came next. The bubble popped, and in a flash of light, Ray changed his civilian clothes to his super-suit, finally showing Henry that he was Captain Man. (y/n) eyes raked over him, admiring how his costume fit him, but before he could notice her staring she looked back at Henry, who was about to lose his mind in excitement.

"You're Captain Man!" He shouted, his hands on his head in disbelief.

"That's right, Henry." Ray replied in his 'Captain Man' voice, enjoying the attention.

"Oh, hold on a second." His voice was a little embarrassed as he noticed his zipper was halfway down. His gloved fingers fumbled, trying to get the darn thing to do up properly.

"Stupid zipper. Always sticks. Com-- Ow! That's my skin!" He jumped up and down in an attempt to let the momentum fix the zipper, but it seemed to be well and truly stuck.

"Come here, Captain Doofus, let me do it." (y/n) sighed and walked over to the man.

His hands, previously tugging on his costume, came up to rest just a couple of inches from her face. Her tongue poked out as she worked on wriggling the stubborn zipper up the jacket. From that angle, he could analyse her delicate features as Henry watched and saw the chemistry between the two.

With a little more muscle and some help from an old bottle of oil, (y/n) was finally able to get the zipper to slide smoothly up Ray's chest. With one last pat to his pectoral, (y/n) stepped back in success.

"Who's a genius? All you need is a little lubrication." She bantered at him, putting the oil bottle on the couch table.

"Say until you believe it, small fry." he shot back.

"Muscle beanstalk." She stuck her tongue out, which made Ray return the gesture.

"I-- I can't believe I'm standing here talking to Captain Man!" Henry still couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. This was a dream come true.

"Why, are you a fan? Do you like me? Most people like me but not everyone." Ray smirked at the thought of all the people who adored Captain Man.

"Yeah, I'm a huge fan." (y/n) was used to the praise heaped onto Ray, and over the years, she'd tried to keep him even a bit humble.

"Watch out, kid. You'll stroke his HUGE ego." She giggled at him and his enthusiasm.

"Oh man, I've gotta tell Jasper about this. He's going to freak when I tell him I'm standing next to Captain--" Henry reached for his phone in his pocket, but before he could start typing, Ray took his laser remote from his utility belt and zapped the PearPhone from his clutches. The burn from the laser on his fingertips caused him to drop the fried phone to the floor.

"I could've just taken his phone from him, but your way works too." (y/n) looked at the superhero, shocked that he'd just destroyed a teenager's most prized possession.

"Sorry, but you can't tell your friends about this," Ray stated sheepishly, telling Henry his most important rule.

"Yeah, sorry, kid, but he's right. You can't tell anyone about what you've just seen." (y/n) agreed, thinking that Ray's secret identity was the most essential thing in his life. The phone on the floor was short-circuiting on the floor as Henry went to grab it.

"Okay, but did you have to melt my phone?" He asked in irritation.

"I'll get you a new one," Ray promised, which prompted (y/n) to reply with joy in her voice.

"Oh yeah, big spender, it's not like we need the money for other things. Stop destroying little kids' phones." She commented, leaning against the couch.

"Hey, I'm not a little kid. But really?" His attention switched between the two.

"No," Ray said shortly before walking across the room and sitting on the back of the couch across from where (y/n) was leaning.

"So, Henry, tell me why you want a job." Now that was an interview question (y/n) that could get behind.

"Well, y'know, to learn responsibility and challenge myself," Henry explained, relating what he had said to his friends earlier, but (y/n) saw straight through the teenage boy, knowing exactly what all kids his age were after.

"So, you want money?" She proposed, smirking as she guessed correctly. Every kid was the same; always trying to get enough to buy what every other kid on the playground had, and this guy was no different.

"Lots of money." Henry quickly agreed with her because it was the truth. He did want money, and he was 13, and he wanted to buy what 13-year-olds buy!

In the middle of their conversation, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened to reveal an 'old woman' who staggered out into the man cave. Henry looked between the weird lady, the superhero and the young woman, wondering what on Earth could be happening now.

Ray and (y/n) knew what to expect. They had arranged the exercise that morning, but regardless, (y/n) was nervous as to how Henry would cope with what was going to happen next.

"Is this the ladies' room?" The 'woman' asked in a stereotypical British old lady voice. Henry was beyond confused now, but Ray maintained his calm demeanour.

"No, ma'am, you're not supposed to be down here." He said to the intruder, who started to look around.

"What an interesting place." 'She' complimented.

"Thank you, but we're conducting a job interview, and you're very old, so can you please just get back in the elevator?" (y/n) pointed back to where the 'old lady' first emerged, and directed 'her' to leave, as according to the plan.

"Oh, I'll just take me phone out of me purse and call me nephew." 'She' chuckled, rummaging through her bag.

"Great, I'll just turn around and look at something." 'Wow, smooth Ray, way to keep things subtle in front of Henry.' (y/n) mentally rolled her eyes as she lowered her gaze to the floor.

As the 'British' woman searched through 'her' purse, the tattoo on 'her' neck was exposed, making Henry realise that something wasn't right. He remembered when he had first entered the store above the hideout and recalled the same tattoo on the scary man from before. Watching the man/woman scowl, he shouted at Ray and ran to the intruder to try and stop them.

"Captain Man!!" Ray turned around for the man/woman to blast him in the chest. He clutched at where he was hit and cried out in fake pain before falling onto the couch. (y/n) ran to him, pretending to tend to the wound.

"Captain Man! You gotta stay with me!" She acted, trying to sound worried. Henry had begun to wrestle with the 'old lady' to get the blaster out of their hands. The 'old lady' hit him with 'her' purse, causing Henry to fall back from the impact. Taking advantage of Henry being on the ground, the 'woman' strode towards the pair on the couch, pointing the weapon at them simultaneously putting their fake boob back into place.

"Goodbye forever, Captain Man." They said in a more manly voice, as (y/n) tried to shield Ray from the laser, even though she knew he would be okay if he were hit.

Having recovered quickly, Henry saw the peril his possible bosses were in, and in the act of bravery and desperation to save them, he jumped on the attacker's back, causing the blast to miss Captain Man. They started to struggle across the room, but Henry clung to him.

"Get off of me!" The man swatted at him and spun around, trying to get the boy off.

"Quit talking like a British Lady." Henry quipped back, fighting the man with all his strength.

"Stop pulling me wig over me eyes." The man complained in a fake British accent. Henry jumped off his back and opened the elevator door whilst they couldn't see. Ray was still 'injured' and (y/n) was still trying to help him as Henry slammed his body into the guy, causing him to tumble into the open elevator. Thinking on his feet, Henry pressed the button, sealing him in, allowing him to look over and see the supposedly hurt superhero and his helper.

"Captain Man!" He panicked, seeing his hero sprawled out. He sprinted over to where (y/n) was 'checking' his pulse and other vital signs, which worried Henry more.

"Is he okay?!" He was panting, but (y/n) stayed calm, feeling his steady pulse under her fingers, and she knew he was alright.

"Captain Man is always okay!" Ray suddenly sat up with a cheery voice and clapped Henry on the back, making (y/n) remove her fingers and sit back on the couch. The game was up.

The elevator opened, revealing the man removing his wig, but Henry was letting the sensation of relief wash over him.

"Nice work, Boris." Ray smiled at the man in makeup, establishing a friendly tone between them, which puzzled Henry.

"The boy did good job." Boris congratulated Henry.

"Woah, woah, wait, wait. You know the--" He started.

"That's Boris. He works for Ray." (y/n) explained to the younger boy, smiling because Boris was right. Henry had done an outstanding job.

"What?" Boris walked over to the three.

"How'd you know he wasn't really an old lady?" Ray looked down at Henry, wanting to know how he'd spotted Boris' real identity.

"Uh, 'cause of the tattoo on his neck. I saw it on him up in the store. And his boobs are too wobbly." (y/n) nodded along with Boris, liking how observant the kid was.

"True. Get those under control." Ray joked, looking at Boris with disgust. Giving him a mini salute, Boris took off into the back of the Man Cave.

"You've got a sharp eye, good instincts and --" Ray started.

"And a nice shirt, and you're brave." (y/n) interrupted with a grin on her face, watching Ray analyse Henry.

"Thanks," Henry said appreciatively.

"Do you know how to make sandwiches?" Ray said, back to asking his weird questions.

"I do!" Henry realised, looking up at the superhero.

"Then you have all the qualities I'm looking for." He smiled down at him, making (y/n) smile too.

"But I--I don't..." Henry started, still confused, but he was beaten to it.

"You're the one, Henry." Serious moments like this allowed (y/n) to admire the older man in his real light. Yes, he was immature, but he was also a calm and brave man who took his job protecting people very seriously.

"The one to make you a sandwich?" Henry still didn't get it.

"No, no, no, I have (y/n) to do that." Ray retorted, but (y/n) punched him on the shoulder with some offence.

"Last sandwich I'll ever make you if you keep ordering me about!" She punched him again so he'd get the message.

"Everyone gets old someday, even Captain Man. I can't do this forever." Ray wandered over to the supercomputer with Henry and (y/n) in tow.

"Yeah, life gets real hard when you're pushing forty." The young woman decided to bite back at Ray.

"Hey! I'm still young!!" He shouted without turning around at her, which meant he didn't see her smirking.

"Doing what?" Henry brought them back to the original conversation.

"Protecting SwellView from bad guys, bad things, bad smells." Henry looked confused at the last bad thing.

"Smells?" He queried.

"You want to be horrified?" Ray turned back quickly and dramatically.

"No!" Henry rapidly said, not wanting to see anything too graphic.

"Watch this." Ray turned back to the computer, where his (your/colour/hair)ed friend pressed various buttons and controls to bring up a video.

The three watched as a small, but grown man in a baby's prison outfit grunted and danced weirdly in front of the camera.

"Who's the freak in the diaper?" Henry asked, clearly repulsed at what he was seeing.

"The Toddler, and don't let the diaper fool you, kid, he's pure evil." (y/n) said as the video got a close-up of the creepy criminal.

"Wow." Henry watched as the man-baby growled on the floor like an insane child.

"I'll show you, now watch this secret video that was intercepted by my people who intercept secret videos," Ray exclaimed, making (y/n) question his logic, but she pulled the video up nonetheless with a few clicks of the control panel.

"You were supposed to bring me my applesauce two minutes ago." The Toddler said onscreen. His henchman tried to apologise, but the Toddler wouldn't accept it.

"Sorry, don't make baby happy." He growled, blowing a long raspberry in the henchman's face, but he was interrupted by another man in an adult onesie.

"Toddler, good news. The radioactive Zenite is here." He said, and this seemed to put The Toddler in a happier mood.

"Really? Whoo-hoo!! That means we can begin phase 2 of my plan." The man-child said excitedly

"Will someone wipe my face?" The tied-up man asked timidly.

"NO!" shouted The Toddler, making Henry grimace, but Ray and (y/n) kept their grave faces. The Toddler complained about how hard it was to blow raspberries in his minion's face, so he ordered the big one to make a device that could do it fot him. The sight of him getting saliva all over their faces made Ray groan in disgust, which prompted (y/n) to shut off the video before he was sick quickly.

"You see that?" he asked Henry.

"He's a maniac!" Henry agreed with the two.

"And there's more maniacs like him, all dangerous to the good citizens of Swellview," Ray explained as he walked back to the centre of the room, causing Henry to turn around and (y/n) to swivel on the chair she was in.

"Well, yeah, but we've got you to stop them," Henry stated, knowing how devoted Captain Man was to Swellview.

"True. But I'm not as young as I used to be." Ray sighed, feeling depressed over his age.

"I'm almost thirty-four!" He looked down in pity, but (y/n) snorted in laughter at how ridiculous he sounded.

"Hey, don't laugh! You're six years younger than me!" He said, pointing at her, but she continued to laugh.

"I need help, and someday someone's gonna have to take over for me." Ray looked at Henry expectantly.

"Like?" The kid still didn't get it, which made (y/n) spell it out for him, not wanting it to drag out any longer.

"Like you, Henry." She said, walking over to them and gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you say, Henry?" Ray put his hand over hers.

"Do you wanna be my sidekick?" Henry scoffed in disbelief, his biggest dream about to come true, but first, he had to get his priorities straight.

"How much does it pay?" He added in.

"$9 an hour." Ray offered, which delighted the young boy.

"Whoa!!" Ray shared his excitement.

"I know, right?"

"Not even I get that!" (y/n) told the young boy,

"That's 'cause you get to live here." Ray pointed out, and (y/n) nodded with a roll of her eyes.

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Back up in the store, Charlotte and Jasper had come to see if Henry had been successful with his job interview. They opened the door and were struck with the same sense of wonder that had filled Henry when he first got to look around the shop.

"Whoa!" The curly-haired boy gasped at the cool gadgets/junk on the shelves.

"Check this place out." Charlotte shared his amazement.

"Hey, look at this thing." The excited chatter from the two teens made Gooch press a button on the side of his desk, switching the computer down in the Man Cave to the security cameras placed throughout the store.

~The Man Cave~

"Wow, a bucket of swords!" (y/n) saw two kids walking around the store.

"What are they doing here?" Henry said, not wanting his friends to ruin his chances of working with Captain Man.

"Friends of yours?" Ray asked with his arms folded.

"Uh-huh." They all continued to watch the screen, seeing how Jasper was entranced by one of the items on sale.

"Jasper, please don't embarrass me." Charlotte pleaded with him, giving (y/n) the idea that this kid was strange.

"Excuse me, sir."

"He's gonna do it." this made (y/n) bite her cheek to stop smiling at the girl's reaction.

"Yes?" Gooch elongated in his Indian dialect.

"How much?" Why was this kid so interested in a rusty, old barrel of swords?

"Each sword is $100." Gooch named the price.

"No, no, no, how much for the bucket?" 'Okay, this kid is really weird.'

"The bucket?" Gooch didn't understand either, it seemed.

"That's not a bucket. That's a barrel." Charlotte tried to tell him, but Jasper didn't care.

"It's close enough to a bucket. I collect buckets." He said with a proud smile on his face. 'Who the hell collects buckets?' (y/n) thought in her inner monologue; she didn't understand modern kids' obsessions.

"Don't say it." Poor Charlotte always got embarrassed by Jasper and his antics with buckets.

"I'm a bucketeer." And he said it.

"Well, they seem like nice kids. The boy's a bit weird but nice." (y/n) mentioned, leaning her arm on Ray's shoulder and looking over at Henry.

"Yeah, their names are Jasper and Charlotte. I've known them ever since--" He told them, still watching what they were doing upstairs.

"Get rid of them." Ray interrupted him, as he didn't want any more kids discovering the Man Cave or causing problems.

"I'll get rid of them." Henry quickly said and ran towards the elevator as (y/n) grabbed some popcorn from the auto-snack machine.

"You really have a way with children." (y/n) noted sarcastically, not loving how Ray spoke to Henry, but their attention was soon back on the screen and the bucket kid. Ray sat in the chair with his feet on the control panel, and (y/n) put her arms around his neck from behind, letting him reach the popcorn if he wanted it.

"Wow, what a bucket."

"Huh, kid sure loves that bucket," Ray said, looking up at her.

"Can't we just give it to him? Might make him leave faster." (y/n) pondered with a piece of popcorn in her mouth, not seeing how Ray gazed up at her.

"What? No! No free gifts to weird bucket kids."

They saw Henry run in from the back room, and he went over to where Charlotte and Jasper stood next to the sword barrel/bucket.

"Hey!" He greeted them.

"Hey Henry, did you get the job?" Charlotte asked him hopefully.

"Yeah." Ray grabbed the popcorn bucket from (y/n's) hands and started munching away.

"Cool." Charlotte congratulated him.

"Does that mean I can get a discount on this bucket?" Jasper asked him, really wanting the barrel/bucket, which irritated Ray a bit.

"I still say we just give him the bucket." (y/n) said, which caused the man sitting in front of her to throw a piece of popcorn up at her face.

"Dude, it's my first day here. You-- you guys gotta--" Henry tried to make them realise that they needed to leave, but when it came to buckets, Jasper Dunlop did not give up easily.

"Excuse me, mysterious foreign man, do Henry's friends get a discount here?" Jasper asked a perplexed Gooch, who only shook his head, along with his flytrap.

"That plant just shook its head!" Charlotte noticed in disbelief.

"Wow!" Jasper ran over to where the plant was kept, wanting to see if it would move again.

"Will you get him outta here?!" Henry shook her by her shoulders, trying to get the message across.

"How much for the plant?" Jasper asked Gooch.

"Like Gooch would give Omar to some kid." (y/n) giggled, taking more popcorn.

The flytrap squirmed and squealed at the thought of being bought, but Gooch quickly calmed it down.

"The plant is not for sale." He said seriously as Henry tried in vain to get them to leave.

"Come on. I'll give you seven bucks for it and one Canadian loonie." Jasper emptied his pockets and put all his money in front of the cashier. Not liking that the kid still wanted to buy him, the plant opened its mouth and squirted Jasper in the face.

"Ahhhh, it spat in my eye!" Ray laughed along with (y/n) at the sight of Jasper with his face screwed up. It was pretty hilarious.

"Hey, that's my popcorn, don't eat all of it." She said, trying to take the box back, but Ray was too enthralled with the kids onscreen.

"I told you Canadian money upsets people." Charlotte chastised as Jasper panicked from the spit in his eyes.

"You guys, you've got to go now." Henry started pulling his friends towards the front door, not wanting them to upset anyone else in the store.

"Wait, what about my bucket? I want the pretty bucket!" Jasper wouldn't let it go. Charlotte, too, was protesting why they had to leave so abruptly, but Henry still shoved them out of the door.

"Will you shut up about that bucket?" (y/n) heard Charlotte faintly shout from the street as Ray sipped on his drink that he reached for from the auto-snacker.

"Come on, get up, Henry will be back down here any minute, and he needs a costume if he's gonna be your sidekick." (y/n) patted Ray's shoulder and walked over to the couch.

"Yeah, yeah, but first, I want a banana," Ray said to her.

"All you ever do is eat." She joked.

"Just wait for the kid." He told her. The elevator dinged, and Henry came back into the Man Cave. Ray grabbed his banana and sat down next to (y/n), who started to tell Henry about what they were going to do.

"In that room, you'lll find loads of costumes about your size. Try them on, and we'll see what's best." She smiled, and Henry nodded in understanding.

"I gotta wear this?" Henry asked in horror, as he was wearing an American flag-inspired costume that was frankly hideous.

Ray sat munching his banana, looking at the teen in deep thought as he took in the outfit.

"All good sidekicks wear costumes." He told him.

"Yeah, but not like that. Take it off, Henry." (y/n) hated how bold it was.

"Yeah, I agree. This is bad." Henry nodded with her, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I have more options." The superhero said with a mouth full of banana.

This time, Henry was wearing a bright purple glitter jacket with matching pants and silver sparkly boots. It wasn't any better than the last outfit. He gave a twirl so the two adults could get a 360º look at the awful costume.

"The whole point of being a superhero is subtly. Why do you even have that?" (y/n) indignantly asked Ray, who was now eating another piece of fruit.

"Yeah, too sparkly."

The following costume wasn't any better, either. It was mainly red, with a hooded cape and a tight, shiny bodysuit. Nope.

"No capes!" (y/n) exclaimed. She hated them, knowing how they could be pulled and trapped during battle.

"Eh, it's a little Broadway." Ray wasn't keen on it either, this time eating some watermelon.

Okay, this one made (y/n) laugh loudly at how silly Henry looked. It was bright gold and too tight as Henry shuffled towards them, and at least he could make the criminals laugh at it.

"Too tight," Ray said, sitting on the couch with a half-eaten pineapple.

"Uh, way too tight." Henry squeaked out.

"Oh man, I ate a lot of fruit." Ray moaned in pain from his full stomach, but (y/n) had little sympathy for him.

"I told you not to eat all of it, but did you listen? Noooo." She said to herself, which made Ray place a hand on her head to steady himself.

This one was perfect. It matched Ray's suit, with silver, red and blue making up the jacket. Everything suited him like it was tailor-made. The two adults observing him smiled and nodded at the new costume.

"Hey! I like it." Ray said with glee as he stood up, his fruit-induced stomachache now subsided.

"I like it." Henry agreed.

"But it takes a lot of time to put on." He mentioned.

"Which is why you'll be needing this special bubble gum." (y/n) said, holding out a tube and passing it to Henry, who didn't understand its significance.

"Special?" He said, feeling confused again.

"Read the instructions." She pointed out.

"Chew gum, blow bubble, fight crime." He read aloud, looking up at Ray.

"Now, you'll be needing one of these too," Ray said, kneeling in front of him and placing a bracelet on Henry's wrist. (y/n) took Ray's laser remote and lowered the lights in the Man Cave because Ray wanted the next bit of the conversation to be dramatic.

"What's this for?" The boy questioned.

"It means we're engaged." He joked, making (y/n) giggle at him.

"What?" Henry's eyes grew wider.

"He's kidding. It's how we'll contact you." (y/n) reassured him before he could panic.

"Why can't you just call me?" Henry asked.

"I melted your phone." Ray reminded him in a monotone voice.

"Right." Henry nodded along with him.

"Now, listen closely. That wristband flashes." Ray started to explain.

"It flashes." The teen understood.

"A triple flashing light means emergency, like "major sitch going down, so get here fast." (y/n) finished for him.

"Right."

"A double flashing light means it's important." Ray continued.

"And what does a single flashing light mean?" Henry looked up expectantly.

"Just to, you know, shoot us a text whenever." (y/n) piped up in a casual voice.

"Got it."

"Now, raise your right hand, spread your fingers. Turn your head and cough." Ray said, doing the same.

"Oh god, here comes the oath." (y/n) mumbled under her breath. Henry mimicked Ray's actions.

"What?"

"Haha, joke." (y/n) rolled her eyes again at Ray's childishness.

"Place your left hand over your right lung, and repeat after me." He said as Henry slapped a hand over his chest.

"I, Henry Hart--" Captain Man started.

"I, Henry Hart--" The teen repeated.

"Pledge to be an awesome sidekick to Captain Man--" Again, (y/n) rolled her eyes. Most oaths didn't go like this.

"Pledge to be an awesome sidekick to Captain Man--"

"And to never ever, ever tell anyone that I am Captain Man's secret sidekick." Ray focused his eyes on Henry.

"And to never, ever tell anyone that I am Captain Man's secret sidekick." Henry smiled back.

"You left out that last ever." (y/n) butted in with her humour.

"Ever." Henry finished.

"It is done." Ray ended the oath, lowering his hand.

"Feels good," Henry said, smiling at the two. However, before they could celebrate more, the alarm went off, telling Ray and (y/n) that there was an emergency. The lights went back on, and they ran over to the supercomputer.

"What's up, Gooch?" (y/n) said, sitting down and opening the camera between the Man Cave and Junk-N-Stuff.

"Someone sabotaged the bridge over the Jandy River." He explained, looking worried.

"The bridge is down?" Ray asked in concern.

"Affirmative," Gooch confirmed.

"That means yes," Ray whispered to Henry.

"I think he knew that doofus." (y/n) whispered back.

"Situation?" Ray concentrated on the situation at hand.

"Cars in the water. Lives in danger." Gooch relayed the message.

"Understood," Ray said.

"Okay, from here to the Jandy River, tell them Captain Man's ETA is about 15 minutes, Gooch." (y/n) told the man before closing the link.

"Phase two of The Toddler's plan." The superhero said with his fists clenched in anger.

"Let's ride." He said to Henry, running over to grab a weapon from the bench.

"Wait, where?" Henry asked.

"We've got people in the Jandy River that need saving. Come on." Ray exclaimed in a hurry, running over to where the tubes came down.

"You mean we're going there together, like right now?" Henry wasn't up to speed with what was going on.

"Yeah, get under your tube," Ray said to him, wanting to get out as soon as possible.

"Good luck!" (y/n) shouted over to them with a grin from her place at the computer. Ray returned her smile briefly before looking back to Henry.

"Ready?" He asked him.

"For what?" The 13-year-old asked, not knowing what was coming next.

"Up the tube!" Ray shouted after hitting his belt. The suction started, and he shot up the tube and out of the Man Cave.

"I don't know how to--" Henry panicked. He started jumping up and down, hoping his tube would do the same.

"Just tap your belt buckle." (y/n) explained. Henry did as she said, causing his tube to come down.

"Up the tuuuuuuube.." Henry shouted as he, too, was drawn upwards.

~(y/n)'s PoV~

I sat down in the Man Cave, just lying on the couch like I usually did when Ray went out. I was scrolling through my phone when the news flashed on the computer. Noticing it was about the Jandy River incident, I swiftly gave it my full attention.

'--Take you live to the Jandy Bridge, which mysteriously collapsed over an hour ago." The female news anchor reported.

"Mysteriously, my ass." I snickered to myself. Like Ray, I had no love for The Toddler or any criminal.

"We understand there are several people in cars in the water. People are injured." The on-scene reporter said.

'Come on, get to the Captain Man bit.' I thought to myself, as I already knew all the details about the bridge collapsing.

I got up to grab some ice cream whilst they talked about the rescue operation. However, I soon ran back to my seat on the couch, nearly spilling the frozen dessert, when they finally mentioned Ray.

"Luckily, Captain Man arrived on the scene, leapt into the water, and saved the endangered citizens from drowning." I couldn't help but smile to myself at how selfless Ray was.

"And Ron, is it true that for the first time, Captain Man wasn't working alone?" The woman asked the reporter.

"Damn straight, lady! Go, Henry!" I shouted with a mouthful of ice cream, happy that Henry was being recognised for his actions.

"That's correct. It appears Captain Man has teamed up with a new sidekick, who apparently goes by the name Kid Danger." 'Huh, glad we discussed that one, Ray.' I monologued, but in truth, I wasn't angry or anything. 'Kid Danger' was a pretty sick name for a sidekick.

"Well, once again, Swellview owes a big thanks to Captain Man and, apparently, Kid Danger." The news anchor smiled as the report ended, so I turned off the screen. As soon as I did, a tube came down with a filthy Ray, which made my eyes widen in shock and laughter.

"Sweet cheese, what happened to you?" I said, running to grab a towel from the back of the Man Cave.

"Justice. That's what happened." He said from behind me in his Captain Man voice. I returned with a towel that Ray took from my hands and immediately wiped his face, letting out a sigh.

"Still no sign of the Toddler, then?" I asked sympathetically. He let out a long groan.

"Dang it, no! That piece of filth got away as soon as the bridge collapsed." He said, tiredly going over to the computer chair.

"Don't sit down! You're covered in river gunge and debris and stuff." He looked at me with puppy eyes, which melted my heart, but I wasn't about to spend an hour getting the dirt and smell off the chair.

"Look at me like that all you want, but you need a shower 'cause you stink." I push him towards the sprocket, where our rooms and bathrooms were.

"Leave your suit in the laundry basket, and I'll wash it!" I shouted to him, which he acknowledged with a wave of his hand behind his back.

"Thank you!" I chuckled after him. For all his craziness, I wouldn't give up working with him for the world.

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uchihakeimei · 27 days

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Helloooo, hope it's ok if I reply here! Also I forgot to apologize in advance for my terrible English, hope it's understandable!

What a relief to find someone who actually understands Kaiser! He's one of my absolute favs together with Rin and Isagi, but I never really spoke much about him since I noticed the fandom has a bad habit of misinterpreting him. AND Kaisagi in general. No, Isagi is not his soft-uwu toyboy, he's a badass, a menace and if anything, it's him that would put Kaiser in his place. And yes, they totally hate each other. Like, super hate. And that borderlines on obsession from Kaiser's part. (Ngl, that's my favorite part in all Isagi's ships, how he's unbothered, moisturized, living his best life, and the counterpart is decaying in their obsession in beating him. God, he's such an icon.) Their mutual disdain is what makes the ship so balanced, and also the reason why I dislike Kainess, I don't really appreciate the power imbalance and how submissive Ness acts around him. He deserves better than that. Oh, how I would love to see him leave Kaiser in the dirt to fight alone: that would be such a great character development for both of them. Ofc I'm not judging anyone who ships Kainess, it's a perfectly valid ship! I just love both Kiis and Rnis cause they check all of the boxes of the chemicals in my brain. And when the Kaiser flashbacks drops? I'm gonna go absolutely crazy. I need to be the worm in his brain and understand him in a much deeper way than Kaneshiro ever could.

(Also, I love your headcanon about their alternative jobs. I tried to come up with something for Rin too, and I concluded that he definitely could only ever work in front of a computer, where he would never have to interact with people - and traumatize them with his weird bullshit, lmao). (Oh, and Kaiser would be an even worse boyfriend than Rin, let's be real. One small argument and he's dumping your ass to ""find himself"" like any mediocre fuckboy).

Yes, despite my BLLK obsession I'm keeping up with other mangas! I've been reading One Piece since I was a child, but lately I got invested in Chainsaw man, Choujin X, Kagurabachi, Bungou stray dogs and My hero academia, too. What about you??

Of course, it's totally okay!!

And hello fellow Kaiser fan, great to meetcha!!

And yes. A lot of people mischaracterise Kaiser- either as an Isagi simp (most common in fanfictions) or a complete asshole with no depth.

KaiSagi characterisation tends to be even worse (which, this is NOT me criticising authors at all, people are entitled to write what they enjoy!), but either Kaiser or Isagi gets reduced to a desperate simp trying to get into each other's pants (mostly I have seen this with Kaiser, actually) and that's not very likely.

The charm of KaiSagi is their mutual hate, and the ways they overcome that!

And yes. You hit the nail right on the head! Such unbalanced ships, like KaiNess (SasuSaku or NaruHina from Naruto) are the one kind of ships I can never get behind. Whether it's love or hate, it needs to be mutual for me to enjoy it. Power unbalance is not my thing but different strokes for different folks and all that

And yes, Kaiser currently obsessed with destroying Isagi while all Isagi wants to be is no 1 is a delicious flavour and Kaneshiro is cooking

I need an explanation. Of everything regarding Kaiser. That flashback needs to be longest flashback in the manga. I want a biography I can write a thesis on.

(True!! He definitely isn't a people person. He will most likely be doing a job that requires minimum human contact lol)

(And yeah, Kaiser is such red flag, we'd need rose colored glasses to date him 😝)

Hehe. Fellow CSM fan!! My fav is Denji, and I am eagerly awaiting Season 2!

And although I haven't seen the rest of them, I have they are very good anime as well!

My absolute favourite would be Naruto, as I have been in that fandom for years as well. Apart from that, I am currently keeping up with Solo Leveling and Windbreaker!

(Although listing all the animes I have watched will require a separate post, I watch a lot of them!)

Ps: Your English was lovely, no worries!!

#bllk #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #blue lock #bluelock #kaisagi #kiis #blue lock manga #kaiser blue lock

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goodsirbeasts · 13 days

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tagged by the ever lovely @zaegreus, here we go!!

do you make your bed? I used to as a kid, mostly because my mom made me lol. But when I reached my teens I gave up - no one but me is seeing it anyway!

what’s your favourite number? I've always had an affinity for 4, though couldn't say why. I've always associated it with the color purple as well.

what is your job? assistant manager at a shoe store 🤷‍♀️ it's not bad but man do the customers get on my nerves

if you could go back to school would you? absolutely not. I'm 37 and still have nightmares about being late for class or forgetting to show up. I liked college but I'm not capable of that level of homework anymore.

can you parallel park? never learned how to drive LOL

a job you had that would surprise people? janitor I guess?? I actually liked it a lot though. We'd clean the local museum, so I got to see some art, and then we'd drive all the way up into the hills to clean the wind turbine research center.

do you think aliens are real? I hope they are, and I also hope they stay the fuck away from humans cause we are NOT going to treat them well.

can you drive a manual car? don't drive don't like cars~

what’s your guilty pleasure? I don't rly believe in guilty pleasures ...

tattoos? two at the moment; one of Sailor Saturn on my left forearm, and one of a lily of the valley with lil skulls in place of the buds on my right ankle.

favourite colour? any shade of purple, teal, baby pink, chartreuse.

favourite type of music? literally anything and everything! that being said I tend to gravitate more towards electro.

do you like puzzles? like, jigsaw puzzles? haven't done one in years but they're okay. puzzles in general? yes! I love figuring things out lol.

any phobias? not fond of large spiders but I always try to capture and release them outside. I'm also a lil nervous around any animal bigger than I am. deep water wigs me the fuck out. if I ever got any sort of parasite my soul would leave my body.

favourite childhood sport? volleyball and tennis! I loved playing those, and was fairly good at them :3

do you talk to yourself? oh definitely. not a lot but usually when I'm doing an annoying task or playing video games.

what movie(s) do you adore? favourite movies are:

1. Only God Forgives. Most films by Refn leave me very cold but something about this one is just my jam. The music, the acting, the story, Vithaya Pansringarm beating the shit out of Ryan Gosling - immaculate.

2. Ravenous. Caught this one randomly one night on IFC when I was younger. Couldn't believe I've never heard of it as it has both Guy Pearce AND Robert Carlyle, two of my fave actors. Anyway it was life changing and I'll never recover.

3. Suspiria (2018). I like the original as well but man. MAN. Everything about Guadagnino's version was made specifically for me.

4. Taboo (Gohatto). Accidentally came across this one when I was def too young to watch it lmao. I was going through a samurai phase and so naturally I was like oh cool, and they're gay? Sign me up! Let me tell ya, this one is a doozy. Basically it's about a bunch of samurai vying for the affections of a beautiful youth who also happens to be a full on sociopath (affectionate), and it does Not End Well. Also has Tadanobu Asano and Takeshi Kitano, who are awesome as usual.

coffee or tea? I like both but coffee is just SO GOOD.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? earliest thing I can remember wanting to be was an FBI agent? I was very into the X-Files as a kid and thought it would be a great job haha.

Not sure who to tag for these fjkskdkskkskd gonna go with my besties @porternash and @iwantoseeafrigatebird cause I'd personally love to read your answers :3

#this one was rly fun!

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severus-snape-apreciation-blog · 1 year

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Apparently telling someone that the issue isn’t the Harry Potter game and wishing death on every player isn’t okay. And that the real issue is the governments especially the US one and asking why they aren’t getting angry at them. Commenting to the governors instead of getting mad at strangers online who don’t want to crucify their 50+y dads. Could result in them proving they are worse then the game players.

(There is a poll at the bottom)

Telling someone you will watch as they get raped and killed doesn’t make you a good person. I believe people mad about the game are good people. Y’all have reason to be. I just look at the situation differently that the government is a hugely different problem. And it’s proving so. If someone disagrees with me I’m okay with that. But to tell me to die. Or kill myself or that you will watch as I get raped by Nazis. Tells me. You are not as good a person as you think you are. You are just as bad as the Nazis. Cause that is beyond messed up to say to someone.

Even said to me that I’m a traitor to my gender and the community doesn’t accept me. That’s also fucked up to say. Not as much. But still not good. You pretend you have the moral high ground. But ignored everything I said in these comments. Which tells me I’m right. It’s not that you have the moral high ground. You want to feel as you do. Because people that actually care. Would care about how Florida wants to kill parents who let their kids be trans. Or one state banned all reaffirming care for everyone under 18. And if above are not allowed to have any mental illness. Or that trans people are not allowed in the correct bathrooms. And have to put their lives in danger just to go to the bathroom. Cause a dad might not understand why a buff man is using the woman’s bathroom. Or what’s happening to Zooey Zepher. Or the fact that all “pro trans” business have been really quiet and proving they aren’t really. Except funny enough. BudLight

@penisgoblin

Anyone who wants to read the full Exchange it’s under one of my posts explaining where Sirona comes from (also before anyone sparks that again. It’s not a transphobic name. But was a horrible choice for them to do)

For everyone wanting to learn more about real issues going on that are really anti trans here’s a link of all anti trans laws they are doing

I would post more articles but the apps not letting me paste atm so feel free to google it

To address some of the other stuff expressed to me in the comments.

Someone told me the whole gaming and media industry isn’t needed and that they would be okay if the whole thing collapsed. I will explain why it is needed. People watch/play for many reasons. It builds serotonin. Entertainment and joy are vital in helping lowering suicide and depression.

And the media industry is one of the biggest in the US and it is hugely vital for the economy. The writers strike will help cause another depression (not blaming the writers but the asses that refuse to pay them) and people don’t even realize that outside the writers that are striking. Thousands of others are losing their jobs. Editors. Animators. Costume design. Set design. My sister. (No seriously she lost her job editing frames for shows)

If the entire industry collapsed so would the US. and even other country’s. The sad part is when I explained that. They didn’t even care. They don’t care that people will go homeless and starve with their families. It was messed up.

Or one person said they hoped everyone who played the game or worked on it dies.

Saying stuff like this shows me you are on a false moral high ground. That you are just as bad or worse then the people you are upset at.

Disclaimer: I do not support jk assface. She is a cunt and a bitch. I understand why people are upset about the game. I am not disagreeing or mad at you. I personally have never played the game. Will I someday? Idk. Probably not. I am Non Binary and Pan. I am more upset at the US government then my elderly father.

#hating on people who literally just want to play a game is dumb. especially if they themselves are trans or Jewish #bring cruel yourself doesn’t mean you are better. just means you are worse. go f yourself #harry potter game #not Severus snape

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chaifootsteps · 9 months

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New reviews.

25/08/2023 19:52:46 Spindlehorse Toons Visual Development

Only if they have no other choice

Too Much Work, Bad Treatment (Bullying, Abuse, Intimidation etc.), Bad Supervisor/s (Unclear Instructions, Intimidation etc.), Disorganization

Understanding HR&Management, Good Pay

2,000-3,000 when work was finished

Remote 2020-2021

Worked during the beginning of Season 1. There wasn't any deadlines so we all just finished when we finished. Which was great at first but then I would get overwhelmed and felt like I was working TOO MUCH on a background. Or I didn't have an understanding of what my job was until I confronted Viv about it. I was too shy to talk to anyone else. Viv would help me out A LOT and I was grateful for that. There wasn't any FIRM deadlines until I brought it up and ASKED for a deadline. When given one I felt like YES I can get this done without my perfectionism getting in the way.

“When working on Season 2, I only felt comfortable talking to Viv. There were some ppl that would take Viv's place in the group chats and I was like COOL. But, the higher ups had this weird aura to them. Definitely agree with the "mean girls" attitude. I felt so afraid that I only felt comfortable DMing Viv about my job. But Viv understandable had more jobs to do. I just refused to talk to anyone else in the group cause at least with Viv I felt like I can DO my job. Then I got burned out and HAD to quit. My mental health wasn't doing great and Viv was very understanding about it. I left and was offered to come back if I wanted. I only hope the studio does better. I would work there again, but I am so scared. Just something about the higher ups man.”

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26/08/2023 15:16:43 Spindlehorse Toons Animator No

Low Pay, Too Much Work, Bad Treatment (Bullying, Abuse, Intimidation etc.), Bad Supervisor/s (Unclear Instructions, Intimidation etc.), Creatively Unfulfilling Projects, Disorganization

$50 per second per shot

2022

Extremely low pay. Production chaos causing extended hiatuses. Poor communication with staff. Hostility and bullying towards employees. Ableism & discrimination towards staff with health needs. Toxic studio politics. Would not recommend this studio.

When even the reviews that have good things to say about Vivzie are negative, you know the situation's fucked up..

Also $50 per second per shot, holy shit.

#Anonymous #spindlehorse critical #vivziepop mention #actual blog post

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withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus · 5 months

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MY-GOD! WHERE-DOES-ONE-START! Ok so I watched a few scenes from the last 2 Tokyo Revengers live action movies (couldn't watch the whole thing cause there were no subs but I wanted to see Nijiro play this type of role soooo bad to wait) and...just get me fucking there pleaaase! When this live action came out, people were like ok it's coming for Crows Zero-WHAT CROWS ZERO, CROWS ZERO COULD-NEVER! Back when I started watching Japanese series, I was watching lots of those with deliquents and all and, because I was crazy about Oguri Shun, I had watched Crows Zero too. Even back then, I was disappointed after watching, cause I had heard soooo much about it, but after all that I had watched, that movie wasn't that of a big deal for me. I felt the pacing was weird, the characters didn't have enough depth, but I enjoyed the fights. It's also one of my least favorite movies of Oguri Shun. But back to Crows Zero, cause the comparison isn't why I'm losing it.

First of all, I think they did a decent job with the plot, which isn't always easy to see in live actions. Second of all, the choreography is probably one of the best fighting choreos I have ever seen in a Japanese movie of this type. The strong launches were brutal too, so much in fact that I hoped they were yanking dolls around and not real people, like you know, stunt men. If those were real people *slow clap, standing ovation* omg and I hope you're ok.

Now for the acting part....I have seen most of these actors in other roles and I can't stress enough how important it is to have a good director, cause some of these guys...I have no words. I won't speak for everyone just for those who stood out to me the most. I can't tell a lot about Ryo Yoshizawa, cause, even though I fell in love with his acting from the first movie, I haven't watched his work anywhere else, but, this man's eyes...he acts with the fucking eyes alone sometimes like...I dunno, it's like, the way he depicts Mikey, the pain, that look like "I've seen shit in my life", etc. And that immense difference of his stare as Mikey in the past versus the one in the present from the previous movie. It's amazing to me how a person can have a straight face, like 1 expression on and still be able to depict different emotions the way he did. All my life I thought that if you wanna act, especially when it comes to feelings, you got to use your expressions a lot (not exaggerate them though cause then we move to overacting which I am personally not a fan of) but this guy proved me wrong. Moving on to Yuki Yamada. I have a love and hate relationship with this dude, cause in some stuff I hated him and others I liked him, but as Draken? Take my money. I think his character is a little more huggable when he plays him though. I didn't get that feeling from the anime from Draken. Like, I like him and all, he's fun, an amazing friend etc but somehow, maybe because Yamada's face is cutesie and not as "blank" or "chill" like the anime, he looks like this big bear you wanna hug. Like, it's a little cuter for me for some reason. As far as this movie is concerned, I liked the consistency. Everyone who played in the previous movie showed amazing consistency and sure that is also because the movies weren't made that far away from each other, imo. I reaaally really liked seeing him in this role again. Next up, Mahiro Takasugi. Honey dove, petit man I never expected I'd see in such a movie...I liked him. But, like I said earlier overacting isn't my thing so, there were moments I think he could have played it at a lower tone, but at this point I think it's his style. I used to think he did that only with comedy but, based on what I've watched so far from him, this is how he shows strong emotions so I get it. I loved his casting first and foremost. I think the guy he played really matched his uhhhhhh how do you say that, presence, his demeanor? It just felt like it really suit him, you know? And I just couldn't get passed that hairstyle at first and how it actually worked when he acted all deliquent like when he went to pick a fight with Baji. Now I want to see him in such role again. So surprised, so happy to see him like that and nailing the role. But I have to admit this isn't the first time he's surprised me. I think nth beats the pierced bad boy role he once played. I don't even remember the name of the movie cause I hated it but his role-my goodness xD. Full on visual kei out of nowhere. xD I like it when actors try many different things. Next up I'd like to give it to Kento Nagayama who, even though I didn't watch the full thing and had no subs to understand everything, he managed to make me like him, laugh with him, get insanely angry at him and then sympathize and cry with him from scene to scene. I think it takes real skill to do that without your audience knowing what you're saying or following the plot step by step. I'd also like to mention that I have watched only the first season of Tokyo Revengers in anime so I knew very few and vague stuff about the season on which these 2 movies were based off, which made me even more impressed about what he was doing. I want to see this man in other movies too, now, cause, like Yoshizawa I have yet to watch sth from him and I am really interested to see his acting in other things. (1/2)

#imagine not being able to watch a film fully but still want to talk about it so bad oooohhhh #i can't wait for the subs #it looks reaaally good

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I'm starting to think I was dreaming the last ask I sent... I swear, I vividly remember sending you an ask gushing about your art, how nice you are, and just rambling about what all has been going on in life, but man... /j

Also, sorry if it seems like I only send asks after tf art, I swear I love everything you do, but the transformers stuff is the only stuff I know anything about, so it's the only thing I really have confidence in blabbering about.

I did an oopsy and doordashed Timmy's to work today, so I got donuts and a breakfast bagel sandwhich to eat today. Good thing, too! I have been /HUNGRY/. We managed to ship out almost two hundred packages today, and that's with just three people who can pack, and one who can ship orders. I'm Super duper happy about it! Everything else has been absolutely crazy. I've decided to go through all my books in my closet, and the books on my shelves, and start bocing some in better shaped boxes, so I can donate them. Gonna end up checking with people I know if they want any first, though. Also gonna go through my stuffed animals, find ones that I'm not too attached to, and donate them too. After washing them first, of course.

I have also fallen into a hole of true crime podcasts, which I'm pretty surprised about. Cause, like. I don't like hearing about how bad people can be? I dislike people enough, I just. Don't wanna absolutely ruin my opinion on humans anymore. Like, I know there are good people out there, really really good people. But I also don't really like the vast majority of publicized humanity. You always hear about all the awful things... the worst of humanity shouts and screams their opinions, all the time. Broadcasts em to the world. And, it's difficult for the truly good people to be heard...

On a very much less heavy topic, my nephew is in town! I haven't seen him in about a year, so it's nice to see him. Even if small children make me super anxious and uncomfy. We're also looking at an August vacation, which I'll need to prep for cause I'm pale as a ghost and it'll be three days straight of being outdoors.

What've you been up to?

~Smooch

Hi there Smooch!

It's good to see you in my inbox again, I was starting to wonder how you were doing.

It sounds like you're having a good time of it, donuts for breakfast is a special treat hehe. And being busy at work is a good too, being productive is always a plus. It hasn't been that long since I went through my book collection, so I feel your pain there. Hoarding books (and drawing paper for some reason) is probably my one weakness in trying to keep my space tidy. I'm running out of shelves T_T

So far as your new interest in true crime podcasts, congratulations on finding a new source of enjoyment. If something intrigues you, I say don't let your preconceived notions about what you enjoy and don't enjoy. I must admit that I dislike podcasts myself, just because I can never focus on them, the same goes for audio books for some reason. But I do understand their appeal, and am always happy to hear someone is enjoying them. I hope you have fun on your vacation, I too am pale and require sunscreen if I go out without a good layer over my skin. Some of my friends have said I look like a vampire with my complexion and dark circles, which left me going "Thanks guys". I wish you no sunburn and good weather for your vacation!

As far as what I've been up to: I've been working on my webtoon, trying to figure out a schedule for making it that works, building up courage to actually post it and you know...actually get the financial stuff in place to start the business aspect of my art? hehe....

My main job has picked up for the season, so I'm switching gears and getting ready for less and less free time, and I'm trying to incorporate some classical music into my pianist job while bracing for spring-time "Special Music" rush.

Also, I don't mind that you only ask after my Transformers work. I don't expect anyone to enjoy every single thing I post, there are a thousand fandoms out there and it would be ignorant to expect everyone to know about all my interests.

#smooch anon #always nice to hear from you smooch~#I wrote so much I had to put it under the cut #that may be a first for me #I allowed myself two gifs as a treat #shishispeaks

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I don't want you think I was complaining! I wasn't. I know people have lives away from social media. People do have school and jobs when it comes to normal people anyway.. So I remembered you mentioning it would be a while before you were able to come back on sites again.

And at least I wasn't wrong. School and work is the same for teachers too, I think you might have mentioned you were a teacher before. Not to me. But in general. So it makes more sense. My brain isn't working.

Oh! It was you. You did tell me before because I remember saying you and I were INxJ personalities.. Or some comment similar to that. But I am a INTJ. I could take multiple tests on multiple sites, every result I'll have is the same for me. INTJ, Melancholic-Phlegmatic-Choleric, and 5w4 if we're only going by any basic personality assessments though.

Have you ever heard of the Japanese rock band The GazettE? They're a very well known rock band in the Japanese music industry for many years, over twenty years now. Actually, the song Shiver was the Black Butler season two theme song if you ever watched that season (since I know that season isn't even canonical). The bassist died on the 15th.

The man was young. He was only 42 at the age of death, so he would have been 43 next month. And I know his cause of death won't really be public knowledge either, which is understandable. But I'm curious how he died though. Because his death seemed sudden to everyone.

Between bands disbanding, musicians dying, and other active bands releasing new music.. Definitely a mental and emotional rollercoaster, at least during these months. And it's not officially May yet either.

But yeah. I've been a fan of their music since they first started twenty years ago, so they have been a huge part of my life. The good news is that they're having a tribute concert on his actual birthday, bad news is that I can't go. Though I'm still happy they're continuing as a band.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about everything lately, in general about a lot of things. Not necessarily this. Just thinking about everything.

Yes! Definitely watch Black Sails. There's healthy representation when it comes to the characters, half the characters are queer and also in a lot of relationships too. There's only four seasons. Mostly a happy end to the show (minus some favorite characters dying). And there is also a lot of strong female characters too. Which I know you'll like that too.

It's an old show. But definitely one of my all time favorite series which is especially true for a western series. Since I always complain a lot of western media never lives up to my standards. I think you'll enjoy it.

But as for Parasyte. I've never read the manga but I have watched the anime though.. There is some similarities, but mostly differences. So I have mixed feelings about it. The Korean live adaption show is okay in my opinion. If you decide to watch either show, I'd want your opinion.

And for the Queen Of Tears show. If you wanted to watch the clip, not that you have to. Song Joongki Song as Vincenzo cameo scene.

So this is giving me hope for more Vincenzo seasons or even scenes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--gQQofSrXY

- 💋

oh don’t worry i wasn’t thinking that at all! i appreciate you for being so understanding <3 yeah work has been burning me out a lot lately but i look forward to summer where i have time to watch my shows and read again!

i haven't heard of The GazettE before, but that's truly tragic that the bassist died so young. i'm sure his friends and family must have been devastated over the news. and his fans! especially when you've been a fan for so long, i can't even imagine how that would feel like. but i hope you have been doing better since then.

black sails sound amazing! i'm looking forward to starting it. there are so many shows that i'm excited to get to after this month is over. as for parasyte, korean adapations always seems to be a hit or miss for me, but i think i might start with kshow first since it's already on netflix. i'll let you know what i think of it whenever i get around to it!

wow!! what a grand entrance by vincenzo. i rarely see crossovers in kshows but that's amazing. it seems like his cameo is getting a lot of welcomed response, so i hope the director grants the fan's wish for a season 2!!

#answered #💋 anon

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Biweekly Media Roundup

- Prey (Movie) - This was a pretty good single person survival movie with the pros being the cool looking alien, the dog surviving, and the pretty environments and the cons being the pretty basic “girl must prove she’s as good as boys” plot and vaguely anticlimactic ending. Mostly though I just had fun watching it with my family as we theorized about the Predators culture-like is the whole planet like this or do you think most of the planet are just normal people with basic office jobs and they see these guys as like douchebag agro-trophy hunting jocks? Like “did Xilonarf send you those pics of him killing those aliens too? Ugg what a tool, he thinks he’s so Alpha cause his mom bought him all those high-tech alien killing weapons. No one’s impressed Xilonarf.”

- Bridgerton (TV) - Wow everyone in this show is an awful petty person huh? I like period dramas as a whole but like goddanm I want just 1 not stupidly wealthy character to become part of the cast and tell everyone off for being shallow assholes with non-problems. In some ways it’s so ridiculously over the top and nonsensical to the point of being funny, but in others it’s just the boring kind of bad where the characters are all selfish jerks constantly yelling at each other, so not sure whether this will be worth finishing.

- Last Week Tonight (TV) - Thank you John Oliver for keeping me informed of the various atrocities of the world in an entertaining way.

- Bargain Block (TV) - HGTV baby.

- Mob Psycho 100 (Anime) - Listened to the new S3 OP and wow just straight up bangers every time for this anime huh?

- The Great Ace Attorney (Video Game) - Yup.

- Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes (Video Games) - Finished it! While I still vastly prefer Three Houses, I did at least come to enjoy the gameplay of Hopes once I got the hang of it, and appreciated all the extra content with my beloved Black Eagles. Hubert and Ferdinand in particular got a lot of chances to shine in the new story, and the EdelClaude alliance was great as well. Shez was a surprisingly likable protagonist, lots of personality, and I liked her relationships with Lysithea, Caspar, Marianne and shockingly Byleth quite a bit. I do have complaints-the gameplay got better over time but left a lot to be desired, they really nuked my boy Linhardt, there where far less supports than I would have liked, and the ending was pretty lackluster given we never actually get to see the end of the war or even an S Support, but overall I am glad that I played it at least once.

- Made in Abyss (Anime) - Glad that it’s back but like geez man they didn’t even give us a tiny break huh. Like 3 seconds into episode one and they’re like hey remember how this is a show where unforgivably awful things happen to children? Well guess what we’re back with even more children to have even worse things happen to them, isn’t this what you wanted?

- Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (Webcomic) - You ever see something and just know it’ll be your next obsession? Stumbled across this korean webnovel by accident after watching some neat animatics for it, and from what I’ve gathered from the fan content/ webcomic I already know it’ll be right up my alley. Time travel and time loops, an annoyingly self-sacrificial rat bastard protagonist, found family, meta commentary on media and story-telling, gods and alternate realities, yup definitely has some potential. As of now I’ve just started reading the novel proper, so I expect to have more to say as I get through it.

Listening to: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift, We’re Screwed by Unlike Pluto, No Body No Crime by Taylor Swift, Rubik’s Cube by Athlete, He Mele No Lilo (Lilo and Stitch soundtrack), Must Be Love by Christina Grimmie, Say Love by James TW, Go Tonight by Krystina Alabado, Bang Bang by K’NAAN, Not A Love Song by Bulow, Curses by The Crane Wives, Wedding Song (Hadestown)

#weekly roundup #my posts

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yojeongin · 2 years

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EVOL — I WANT YOU FOREVER

→club pres!renjun x publicity officer!reader

genre: smut, humor, fluff, romance, slice of life, coming of age

tw: ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral sex (f receiving), fingering, hand job, virginity loss, protected sex, drinking, mentions of creepy guys at bars (please stay safe), praise kink, pet names, so much kissing.

wc: 7.2k+

m.list | previous | next

disclaimer: this is purely fictional; in no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are only characters. read at your own discretion.

an: and we have reached the end with some smut, this took forever cause I just couldn’t get in the mood and I still don’t fully like it but anyways here we go <3 thank you guys for giving this series sm support!!

ps: I’ve made a spotify for this blog since I tend to get inspired by songs a lot so pls check it out, I tagged the evol playlist here and on the masterlist but the entire acc is linked in my master post (future fics and current fics playlists are being added rn)

How you and Renjun managed to get a room for the both of you, you couldn’t really tell.

Well— maybe you could, with the help of Chenle who convinced the sponsor that since you both were an item, it was most economical to just get a single bed room for the two of you.

To say the least the sponsor couldn’t really give a shit, the festival had paid for the hotels and plane tickets but if it made you all more comfortable then so be it, it’s not like he hasn’t spent more on the production overall (the things having money can do).

Of course when you had arrived at Jeju Island where the film festival was held and to the hotel, you had contacted your mother who very reluctantly had let you go.

Like the over protective mother she was, she had almost gotten in touch with the sponsor to ask for details about rooms and even to see if she could go after knowing it would be you with a bunch of men, despite you being in your 20’s.

Knowing Chenle, Beomgyu, and Haknyeon were there didn’t help calm her down, it made her weep. She knew well they were very sweet boys but when letting loose, they were insane and their supervision on you would be gone.

You and her had hope in Genie attending as well as the second stylist but when a job interview was moved up to the dates of the festival, her fear only grew.

Nevertheless she got over it when you had landed and showed her the room, making Renjun go to Chenle’s room and pretend as if you had gotten a room on your own.

Now it was the night the films had been presented all day and night. The heels Genie had set up for your outfit had been killing you and you had been nearly sleeping on Renjun’s shoulder for the majority of the ending.

“On a scale from one to ten how bad do you think Chenle will flip out whenever they give the results tomorrow?” Renjun questioned, hand in hand whilst the both of you walked towards the shared room through the cold halls of the hotel.

Awkwardly smiling, you shrug as a response. “A five, I think his plan to sweet talk producers into giving him an internship is more solid. He’s been attached from the hip to that one director.” Renjun simply smiled, nodding at the memory of his friend bothering the older man.

“I'm a little scared of what we’ll get. That one kid did a really good animation and the metaphors— damn.” He laughed again, his key card pressed against the pad.

Just as you were to reply to him, the smell of roses had made the both of you stop in your tracks. Warm yellow lights illuminated the room and your only worry was that you were set up in a cheesy romantic setting.

To your luck there weren’t any rose petals, only the smell of them on the sheets and artificial candles plaguing the room just to be safe, a note in the middle of the bed. ‘Thank you for your participation, compliments from The Arthouse Festival.’

“Well… this is nice, right?” Renjun scrunched his nose, shrugging as he read the note again while you rummaged through the basket full of gifts and sweets. “Do you think if we pretend to be married they’ll give us more stuff?”

Renjun stood next to you, giggling when he saw they had given you a couples gift card to a resort restaurant.

“We should, I want entrance to the massage parlor.” Grabbing two glasses for the wine you were gifted, he poured them in as you made your way to sit on the corner of the bed, your feet still killing you.

Handing you a glass, he giggled at an idea he just got. “Mrs. Huang… rolls nicely off the tongue doesn’t it?” Clanking your glasses together as he stood in front of you to cheer for all that’s been given to you.

The cold glass up to your lips, you threw your head back to let the liquid into your mouth, sipping it in hopes it would be tasty.

Wincing at the taste while he seemed to enjoy it, Renjun took your glass with small giggles. “Didn’t like it?”

Shaking your head whilst scrunching up your nose he giggled furthermore. “Mr. yln sounds good on you.”

Renjun sounded off the entire name in his mind, smiling at how it’d look on paper. “I’ll be your househusband. You can be a UX Designer, making apps cute and conventional while I’m the stay at home husband who does photography as a hobby while I keep dinner ready, the house clean, and I give you massages after every shift. How does that sound?”

He leaned in to leave a soft kiss against your lips, the taste of the wine sweeter on them than it did in your throat.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this scenario. Do you really want to spend a long time with me?” You both knew it was a stupid question. In the span of almost a year, Renjun had fallen harder for you than he could have ever imagined.

He loved you enough to the point that every time he saw you, he shook from how excited he was that you decided to spend your time with him, no matter if he was your boyfriend.

Renjun felt like a little kid getting to try their favorite treat for the first time even with just one glance you threw at him— that’s how ecstatic your presence made him and it truly still baffles everyone that this entire thing went from slightly one sided with you liking him to Renjun being as in love as you are with him or perhaps more than you could ever love him.

“I said it when I asked you to be my girlfriend— I want you to be with me forever, even when you don’t want me anymore I’ll want you forever.”

They sounded sweet and they were sincere, his eyes sparkling yet trembling whilst his hands caressed your face.

No words could leave your mouth, almost as if it had been glued shut after not being able to find anything as romantic to say to him. Opting to instead wrap your arms around his torso and pulling him closer to you.

Your head resting on his lower abdomen, the warmth of his flesh radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt to your cheek.

Renjun smiled tenderly down at you, his own arms coming around your neck and softly threading his fingers through your hair. Tingles of his delicate touch made you shiver and only caused you to pull him much closer to your body.

“What’s the name of the restaurant? I need to look up the menu.” “Um… I’m not sure but the card is behind you. I think it’s one of those restaurants with like ten course meals.”

Your grunt made him chuckle. To say you were a picky eater was an understatement and if they had you eating food concoctions you didn’t understand— you wouldn’t have much fun.

“They should’ve just given us the money in that case.” Your scowl turns to a pout, burying your face in the fabric of his shirt.

His hands smoothing down your hair the more you embrace him; “I still think they should’ve given us a gift card to the massage parlor.”

Looking up at him with a forming smirk, your hands made their way from his waist to just down exactly his ass, giving it a squeeze and causing him to yelp.

Laughter emitted from both your lips as he held your hands in place. “I could do that, you don’t need a masseuse.”

His laughter died down and instead looked down at you. The way your lips pouted while feigning jealousy of anyone touching him. Not only your lips but the wide eye look you were giving him as you held him close to you, chest pressing tightly against his— no.

No, Renjun didn’t want to push it.

But it didn’t get easier as you two kept talking, unconsciously you’d pull him closer to you. Those early (or perhaps not as early) stages of wanting to be as close to each other as possible.

If you’d hug him a bit too tight, your body would grace his crotch, it’s warmth not helping him ignore the growing bulge in his pants. At this rate he feared you’d notice it but perhaps you’re opting to ignore it.

Renjun wouldn’t doubt these past nights have been difficult when it comes to his normal issues. Sure you both have laid in his bed and cuddled before but someone was always in the house so you’d both know nothing would come out of it.

Nothing compared to these days in which you’d wear shorts and a cami to sleep in due to the summer weather. Laying in the vast bed but closely next to him.

Usually you’d be the one to sleep later but Renjun had brought a book in hopes of picking up a new hobby and would stay up later.

In those hours you’d tussle around occasionally but always ended up with your head on his chest, arm around his waist, and leg across his lower body.

That’s when the problem came in. While the summer weather was horrid and would sometimes beat the hotel’s AC, the room got colder at night and instead of being uncovered as he read with you holding him— when the AC gave all of its potential, you’d get closer to him without a clue that your hard nipples from the cold would make him freeze in his spot and make him hesitant to even hold his hand near the area when he had been holding you all night.

It was no problem the first night, he didn’t even notice. The second night he did notice but his shyness and the red of his cheeks made him just pull the covers up to you fully so he could have his arm wrapped around you while reading.

Just last night though as you slept in the same position, cuddled up next to him and his arm around you holding you in place, his hand caressing the skin of your upper arm— the same thing happened except for the fact that your movement to get comfortable next to him was dragging down the cami slightly, the strap falling and your collarbones highlighted, a clear view of what he tried to avoid.

It didn’t help that your leg was on top of his lower half again, calf rubbing below where your chest is at right now, thigh on display and his hand holding onto it, grasp tightening slightly to lower begin his tender touching of running his hand up and down.

The memory alone made Renjun shudder for his thoughts towards you. Opting to sit right next to you, his hand taking yours into his while continuing to converse.

Though it became one-sided quite quickly when Renjun began to ramble about how maybe the restaurant would have a great view as you were in Jeju and was now regretting not bringing his film camera.

“No but then the x-ray machine would fry the film. Actually I don’t know, in Germany I took it with me but bought film and developed it there so— what?”

Upon noticing the glossed out dazed look in your eyes: a loving stare and your smile growing wider as he spoke— Renjun felt the strings is his heart being pulled.

He knew you were listening but he also knew you wouldn’t stop gawking at him so he only chuckled, leaning in to capture your lips in yet another tender kiss.

His right hand traveled behind your waist as his left hand held your neck, deepening the kiss when you mimicked his actions, fingers caressing the back of his neck.

Parting your lips slightly, Renjun’s tongue graced against your own. The open mouthed kisses became feverish the lower his hand traveled, as of now resting on your hip.

“You look extra pretty today by the way.” He broke the kiss knowing you both were running out of breath, his lips peppering the flesh of your cheek, lips softly traveling to your neck.

The warmth of them in contrast to his wet kisses on your flesh made you shudder, holding onto him as he began leaving small open-mouth kisses on your flesh.

“You think I’m pretty?” It came out giddy, your grip on his shoulders tightening when he lapped at a certain spot. “You’re beautiful, yn. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

His words made you feel like you were on top of the world, becoming giddy to where you made him turn just to pull him into another passionate kiss. Such actions followed by the both of you laying on your sides, holding each other.

Legs entangled with each other’s, his hand gripping your hip before running it up and down softly. In this moment as his tongue swiped across your lower lip and his knee had accidentally brushed against your aching arousal, you tried so hard to muffle the moan that left your lips.

You could feel him smile into the kiss as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, coming in contact with yours. Both muscles basking on the velvet feel of each other. Your own hand cupping his cheek to deepen the kiss you two were sharing.

Renjun felt ecstatic to know he was having an effect on you, just as you had been the past few nights.

Nevertheless he deepened the kiss and began to nibble on your lower lip, his free hand moved to pull you closer by your hips, pushing you closer even by a lower region.

You groaned against him upon feeling how erect he was now, your hand going from his cheek to his neck. Your grip on his neck tightened a bit, he could feel how desperate you were becoming.

Renjun’s knee would begin to rock in between your legs making you bite his lip from time to time trying to hold off as you’d continued this feverish make out session. Renjun’s hands would twitch on the spot they laid on, obvious restrain within. Despite his needs he was still going to respect what you’d dictate.

You felt yourself need more air, slowly letting go from him “Wow…” you’d giggle, still holding onto him. He chuckled, pecking your lips and cheeks as you regained your breath.

“You okay?” He’d question, his lips slowly moving from yours and cheeks to your jaw, leaving open mouth kisses, your eyes fluttering slightly as his lips found themselves on your neck again, leaving a tingling sensation on it.

Taking his hand that rested on your hip and pushing it down the skirt of your dress, letting his hand rest on the hem of your underwear, “Mhm… you can touch me, Renjun. It’s fine…” he halted his actions, moving to look at you. “Are you completely sure? I’m fine with just making out…” you’d nod again, hooking his fingers to the hem now.

“I want you to be ready, yn. Not just because we’re horny from making out.” Chuckling despite his fingers shaking a little, the anticipation to pull down the fabric still lingering. “I’m ready, Junnie. I’m extremely comfortable with you, I want you…”

You weren’t necessarily the type to wait to have sex with someone you loved, you always thought if the offer was presented and the other person seemed like someone you would be comfortable with— then so be it but it never came and when it did you always felt uncomfortable with whoever offered.

To add on that, sex had become something you didn’t crave often nor was it that important to you anymore and often opted to listen to the stories your friend’s would tell (quite honestly a big reason it had put you off).

At some point you had become comfortable just being a virgin who still had dated no one despite having some prospects in the past who never seemed to match what you wanted despite how much they thought they did and when Renjun came into your life— that comfort had shifted.

You wanted to say you hadn’t fallen for him instantly but after those few days of interacting and immediately having everything in your mental checklist crossed out by him— you could only think about him. From how often he pouted despite not wanting to admit it, the birth mark on his right hand, and his bright smile when felt flustered about anything.

He smiled softly before leaning in for another kiss, his fingers finally pulling down the fabric of your underwear before whispering an “I love you.” You shuddered when you felt his fingers so close yet so far. His fingertips danced on the inside of your thigh as he worked to open your legs furthermore.

You held onto the nape of his neck whilst your other hand mirrored him and made its way to hover over his strained cock, they were soft touches not entirely sure if it’d be comfortable for either of you since he was already crouching enough to put his in between your legs.

As you’d copy his actions and unbuckled his slacks, struggling to unbutton them but eventually doing so, you pushed your hand down them, gracing his hardened cock firmly. Taking it out, slowly pumping it. Renjun moaned into your mouth, biting your lip softly as he tried to not make much noise.

Your hesitation became prominent from time to time in fear you weren’t doing well but whenever your thumb caressed his tip and small noises began cascading from his lips onto yours the more you continued, the hesitation lessened.

Renjun could tell you were somewhat embarrassed for being inexperienced and though he didn’t take advantage of it, he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of him being your firsts. Even feeling the warmth between your legs exude to his fingertips was enough to let him feel pride that you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

His tender touches, taunting your clit. His fingers formed slow and soft circles on it to first notice how much of the build up you were enjoying.

“Renjun…” That’s what he wanted to hear.

Upon hearing his name leave your lips in adoration, leaning it to kiss him, his ego boosted more. His circling picking up the speed and his fingers occasionally leaving your bundle of nerves to collect your arousal on them.

It seemed his kisses helped you eased up; his index finger taunting your entrance and coating itself with much of your arousal enough to slowly penetrate you. Slightly startled, your grasp on his cock softening and his quiet shushes telling you it was alright.

You knew it was alright, this was just new to you. It felt different than the times you tried it yourself but only ended up hurting yourself. This time Renjun did his best to slowly insert his finger inside of you. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable and what was left only dissipated when he began slowly moving it.

While he continued to finger you and added a second finger which made the pleasure presentable, you returned the favor by softly tugging up and down his shaft. Your thumb collecting every bead of fluid leaving the tip and using it as lubrication to continue.

Renjun loved the soft feel of your palm around him, how smoothly it went up and down his cock, and how your grasp would slightly tighten, giving him a new found sense of pleasure.

His moans were silent but that’s because he wanted to focus on your pleasure, still thankful you wanted to make it fully mutual. Renjun wouldn’t deny that after almost a year he was glad he could finally do this with you, to make you feel good and know he could even with just the bare minimum.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He cooed against your lips, his fingers picking up the pace and when you were to respond, only moans left your lips feeling delight when the tip of his fingers had reached a certain spot. When he watched you start hesitantly squirm around, Renjun chuckled in satisfaction.

He kissed you again, letting your moans cascade into his mouth while he curled his fingers, pumping them in you at a fast pace, the ball of his palm rubbing against your clit which made the feeling grow and your moans louder.

You were feeling something you’ve only felt once before at your own hands and hadn’t been able to get again so to now have your boyfriend bring that ecstasy with just his fingers, you couldn’t help but stop your actions on him and instead held his face again, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“Fuck I think I’m going to cum. Renjun, oh my god— Keep doing that, please, fuck!”

With your juices flowing down his hand, coating his other fingers and palm, Renjun did as you said for the exception he went faster even if his hand would cramp up.

Anything for your pleasure.

Squirming around not being able to handle it much, the coil in your lower stomach was slowly easing. Your legs giving up on you, separating from the kiss to bite on your lower lip.

Renjun only continued until you finally came all over his hand, your panting and whimpers making a smirk rest on his face.

He did this and he was proud of it.

Once you relaxed, you smiled at him. Your lips connect with his as a thank you for making you feel this good.

After separating from the kiss to regain your breath, his hand which remained in between your legs made its way to his lips. The digits intruding the cavern of his mouth and his tongue poked out, wrapping itself around them to savor you.

He didn’t break eye contact, watching your chest rise up and down faster again, your legs shutting to cause friction, and your swollen lips parted in anticipation for what he’d do next.

“Taste as sweet as you are.” His words despite lewd were also making you feel giddy. Feeling the heat in between your legs rush to your entire body from how flattered you were by his words. “I think I want to taste more of it.”

As he said it, Renjun lifted from his position beside you. His hands rushedly removing his jacket and unbuttoning as many buttons from his shirt just to settle between your legs.

You shifted as well, laying on your back and bringing pillows to rest your head on. Bunching up your dress up to your stomach, Renjun took it as an opportunity to part your legs furthermore, letting your calves rest on his shoulders.

The view before you was glorious. It was exactly how you imagined it sometimes. With his head between your thighs, laying soft open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh that interchanged with the warm muscle his tongue was, raking it across the same areas he had just kissed.

The closer his lips got to your aching cunt, the more you felt your abdomen clench. His lips teasing and gracing your labia.

Throwing you one last glance, Renjun smirked against you. His tongue taking soft licks on your slit. Gradually those kitten licks transformed to his tongue laying flat before the tip of it teased your clit.

You could only grasp the fabric of your dress and closed your eyes letting him do as he pleased which thankfully worked out for you.

His low hums vibrated against you, whenever he’d lap his muscle on your nether region, your arousal accumulated on his tongue; swallowing it with pleasure and satisfaction.

Renjun truly did like your taste. He mostly liked that you were this wet from things he’s doing and his ego kept inflating more than it had this entire night.

His hand gripped your thighs, holding you in place whenever you squirmed around if he did something you were liking.

Eventually it felt like a kiss, like the ones he’d been laying on you all night. His jaw slacking to take in your cunt, tongue taking in the leaking beads, and ending up on your clit, sucking on it when the cycle ended only to repeat a few more times.

Quite honestly it felt much better than being fingered but you were thankful he was doing all this all for the sake of your pleasure.

Your legs shuddered around his head, caging him in the more he made you feel good. His lips were shimmering from the gloss you produced.

“Renjun, you’re so good at this…” you moaned out, hands reaching his hair to tug slightly. His tongue lapped at your clit with a pleasure that was bringing you just as close as before.

You felt that tingling between your legs every time his tongue pressed against your entrance as his fingers did.

Between his lips surrounding your clit, sucking on it as his fingers created dents on your skin, and his tongue ran flat up and down your folds— you couldn’t help becoming a tad sensitive.

It wasn’t until he pulled away to gain air, leaving kisses on your thighs and leaving the print made out of your fluids; he spoke. “I want to be buried between your legs,” his tongue lapped at your aching cunt, collecting every drop of arousal.

Moaning against you, he blew warm air. “I want to taste you all the time, I want to feast upon you as if it’s my last meal— I want you all the time.”

His profession was followed by more moans, the vibration on his lips made your legs weaker. They shook more insensately now as he continued his devouring, drunk on lust and pleasure.

He himself was aching, his cock hard and leaking every time he heard you moan and hold onto him for support. Especially when your thighs kept closing him in.

If he ever separated his mouth from you, his fingers would replace his assault on your clit. Rubbing soft circles on it and causing a painful anticipation.

As long as you were feeling great, he could endure the restraint of not pleasuring himself or asking to be pleasured.

You felt that same pleasure from when his fingers were in you. A tingling between your legs and your chest, your stomach cramping in the least painful way to let you know, you were about to come again.

That knot in the pits of your lower stomach was unraveling the more his tongue lapped at you, making sure to get every single taste.

And slowly as he toyed with your clit making it more sensitive than it was already becoming, your moans mixed with whimpers. “It’s okay, baby. Come, come for me.”

His sweet tender voice made you even more sensitive. He looked at you as he said those but soon his glossy lips would wrap around your clit, sucking on it to finally give you that release.

You couldn’t hold out for much longer so when his tongue went back to licking up from your entrance to your clit, you held tightly onto his hair. Letting the most disgruntled moan you could muster and letting your orgasm slip from you. Enough that Renjun’s chin was getting coated as he moaned against you.

Despite being worn out already, the lewd sounds he made between your legs along his kisses on your sensitive area kept the desire of wanting him more.

When your breathing calmed down, Renjun lifted himself up, crawling to your side and encasing you in an embrace.

“Doing okay?” he questioned, his lips finding yours. You could taste yourself on him, most of his lower face covered. Upon realizing he had just done all this for your pleasure, you felt a tad bit shy; breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“If i knew you could move your tongue like that I think I would’ve asked you to get between my thighs long before.” Renjun laughed at your words, he himself feeling shy.

With your face in the crook of his neck, you took initiative now. Your lips found his flesh, wrapping itself on it as your tongue lapped at an area before leaving soft tender kisses. Your hand had left his waist and made its way to his cock.

He was painfully hard that when he felt your touch, he winced, jutting his hips towards your hand. You smirked against his skin, feeling delighted he wanted your touch as much as you wanted his.

Your fingers wrapped around it, softly pumping it before picking up the pace. With every whimper he let out as you kissed his neck and the pleasure of your hand, you increased the speed along the tightness in which you held him.

“ynie... You’re doing so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.” His free hand had stopped your assault on his neck, cupping your cheek to make you turn and look at him without breaking eye contact. Renjun seemed to be the type to hold every type of intimacy during sex. He liked to reassure you with his sultry voice, something new you’ve found him to do.

His praise eased the fears that you wouldn’t be able to pleasure him due to your inexperience but he was enjoying it and he let it be known not only by his words but his desperate kisses and hips thrusting into your hand.

Oh he needed his own release.

You felt him slowly leak onto your hand, his moans becoming louder and breathy against your lips. “I want you in me. Right now, Injunnie…”

He bit his lower lip, your touches on him creating a sensibility he couldn’t handle. “Fuck, I ca— no wait.” His hesitation confused you. Watching him shift, hovering above you a bit. “What? Do you want to stop?” You questioned, your hands rubbing on his thighs to calm down whatever he was feeling.

“No, not really but I don’t have any condoms.” He nervously laughed, his hands taking yours and soothing your skin with his thumb. His eyebrows knitted to show he was sorry but it only caused you to smile, relieved it wasn’t because he felt uncomfortable.

“I figured,” You allowed a breathy laugh to slip out, pecking the corner of his lips. “So I took some from Chenle’s bag…” Scrunching your nose feeling quite embarrassed, you stood from where you were. Taking the opportunity, you removed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, letting the dress collect on the floor.

Renjun bit his lower lip, a smirk forming at the site of your nude figure. He himself took the opportunity, removing any remaining clothing and thanking you when you handed him the foil packet. “When?” Ripping it open, he rolled it down his shaft.

You replaced his hand, fist twisting around him just to hear his breathy moans again. Leaning towards his ear, chest to chest. “This morning actually, when he was getting ready. Yesterday when we went to that bar and you pulled me onto your lap because that guy kept bringing me drinks despite all of you telling him to fuck off— it was really hot that you kept running your hand up and down my thigh and how possessive and protective you were.”

Renjun gave you a slanted smile to comfort you. He was glad you thought so but he was actually quite angry and scared last night. It was truly so fucking frustrating and frightening seeing how pushy men can be even when the guy was aware you were being protected not only by him but by three other guys so Renjun really wanted to keep you on him. Literally.

Pecking his cheek, you pulled him down with you. Your back against the mattress getting comfortable as he was. “Alright, make me yours even more.” Your sweet smile was making him spiral. Leaning down to encase your lips in yet another kiss from many this night, his hand took his hardened cock, pumping himself before his hips moved forward, the tip teasing your entrance.

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He looked into your eyes wanting to be completely sure you were enjoying this just as much.

Nodding as a response and wrapping your arms around his neck, he took it as a response. Sinking himself slowly in you, he would hesitate when your whimpers sounded in pain. His shushes and tender kisses helping you relax as he lets you move at your own pace.

Despite how aroused you were and how wet he had made you, a pinching feeling wouldn’t stop whenever he tried to go deeper. It’s not like it lasted, it’d disappear from time to time when he allowed you to get adjusted but your reactions didn’t stop him from worrying about hurting you.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ll go slower, don’t worry baby.” He had already reached your hilt, fully deep in you. It’s not like you were in pain right now but you still tried to catch that sense of comfort that for a few seconds wouldn’t come until you began to relax your muscles again.

He had been kissing you during this time, trying his best to calm you down in any way. So when you felt like you were finally ready to have him move, you broke the kiss panting softly before speaking. “It’s fine now, I can handle it.”

Renjun took in your words, searching your features for any discomfort and as he felt you swiveling your hips slowly, he himself nodded this time. His forearms caged your head in as he began to softly move in you. That sting from earlier easing into the pleasure of feeling full.

He instantly began to spill his moans, the pain of holding himself off for most of the night catching up to him. You clenched your walls around him, adding more pressure to how sensitive he already was.

“Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m going to come already.” He let out in a breath, neslting his face in your chest to plant kisses on your breast hoping they’d muffle his cries.

To taunt him, you did. Clenching around him again which ended up on his thrusts becoming rougher. Burrowing himself deeper and his thighs beginning to snap against the back of yours, your moans became louder.

Fingers clawing at his back whilst holding tightly around him, you felt that sense of pleasure the faster he went. His pelvic bone began rubbing against your clit, making it more sensitive than he had left it from his touches on it.

You felt warm around him, soft too. He liked being buried deep in you, it felt extremely good. Maybe it’s because he loves you more than any of his past flings and lovers but he thought this was the best he’s ever had.

Your scent intoxicated him no matter how active you’ve both been in this past hour. Your moans were entirely melodic against his ears, your kisses and touches a fine gift he’s been presented, and your taste was a delicacy that couldn’t get enough of anymore.

He was truly smitten by you and the fact that you trusted and loved him enough to allow him to be your firsts in everything made him feel glorious. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time…

With how much he adored you and the fact that he was too sensitive to last much longer, Renjun picked up the pace furthermore. Whenever his hips pulled back you could feel your arousal slide down your ass and onto the sheets.

When he plunged back in with a great force that had been proven delicious to you— his tip would grace a spot in you that made you tingle, your entire body hit with ecstasy just like the kind when he had eaten you out.

You yourself couldn’t hold much longer. With him fingering you, eating you out till he was covered in your essence, and his deep thrusts that lowered his hips to stimulate your clit— you were becoming overstimulated and you felt that with just a few more thrusts, you came undone around him.

The image alone of how he’d react was making your chest heave, calming down with his kisses on your nipples before swirling his tongue around the nub.

“Renjun…” You moaned out. Your legs were giving up on you that when they dropped, he took one of them and hooked it around his waist. The position making it easier for him to rub against your clit even more and his cock to go deeper, that moan from earlier getting louder.

“I can’t hold up much, baby, please…” You whined, you're rubbing on your clit as of now. Fuck, even now you were still wet. Wet enough to gather what he’d push out and begin to use your middle and ring finger to form circles around the abused muscle.

Watching you squirm around like earlier with your lip in between your teeth, and your eyes closed as you helped pleasure yourself, was awakening something in him. His thrusts getting slower but rougher (enough to still not hurt you but making you feel on cloud nine).

Lifting himself a little more to see the full image, Renjun felt his cock twitch. He could feel come spurt from his tip slowly at the image before him. “I need you to come right now, pretty girl. Do it for me, please.” His words only caused the fire in your chest to rise.

Your body was burning and you were so near that you tried closing your legs, clamping him in but his force to keep them open only arousing you furthermore. His thrusts were becoming sloppy the more he tried to restrain himself from moaning out loud.

Turning his head downward and watching his cheeks sink in before sticking his tongue out to let his spit fall where you two were connected, Renjun picked up the pace. The image had made you moan in distress, aroused by how even more hot he looked in that second.

What came out from your lips sounded like cries. Sensitive from all the pleasure he was causing upon you and making it painful to even keep your legs open, you pulled him down to you, lips connecting with his for yet another kiss.

Renjun knew this was your plea to make you feel good, to finally let you have that release that you needed so badly or you were going to cry from how good it all felt. He wouldn’t deny he’d love to see how much more pretty you’d look with mascara smudged tears running down your face because of the pleasure he made you endure but right now he was going to do anything to make you reach euphoria.

Your kisses were sloppy, gnawing at his lower lip and tongue caressing his. With every thrust he gave his tip connected with your sensitive spot. His hand had gone between your body and began rubbing at your clit again, it was only a matter of seconds until you came.

“You feel so good, Junnie…” You praised him in between whimpers, screwing your eyes shut when his fingers picked up the pace. Your legs continued to shake and your whimpers became strangled moans of his name. You had finally let go, the restraint on the knot in your stomach was gone and the image of your body falling limp against the bed where you fully shook in pleasure was enough to make him come as well.

You felt too good, too good that you continued to chase that feeling of being done. Your panting was shaky and Renjun did his best to help you relax, even smoothing his hand over your hair. He could see some tears slipping, it ignited something in him but right now he was too exhausted that instead, he slowly pulled out of you to not hurt you furthermore.

When you had finally calmed down and your body shook only slightly; you winced trying to move. Renjun had sprinted to the restroom to throw away the condom and clean himself off before damping a hand towel with warm water and rushing towards the bed to help you sit up.

“You alright, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, using the cloth to gently clean up the mess between your legs. You nodded seeing how tender he was, a smile on your face when he rushed to the mini fridge, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to you when he noticed you were parched.

“Yeah, I think I know why Ceena kept chasing you for so long. I can’t believe you’ve done that with other girls, I can’t breathe now.” You feigned being hurt, enough to clutch the flesh of your chest to which he embarrassedly laughed before removing your hand and soothing the area you had accidentally scratched.

“No but seriously, thank you.” You answered this time, taking his hand into yours and tugging at it to let him know you wanted to lay down. “You don’t have to thank me, I’m your boyfriend.” He chuckled, pulling you to his chest and enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“I think I’m the one supposed to thank you for giving me the honor of being your boyfriend. For letting me experience these things with you, I really love you, yn.”

His words were making you feel like putty in his arms, a warmth in your heart swarming and making a pout form on your lips. You couldn’t say this enough but you truly were grateful you found someone who loved you like you always wanted to be loved.

“You’re everything I’ve ever asked for you know. I feared relationships because I didn’t want my expectations to be shattered by an asshole who didn’t match whatever I made myself think love is. So when you came in I was genuinely scared for what I was feeling because I had never let myself feel that way towards anyone and you really pushed it,” You laughed, looking up at him. “Even if you weren’t trying.”

His lips found your forehead, a tender kiss yet again. “So I’m really thankful you match my expectations to the tee and that at least I am what you want in a partner. Despite how insane I’ve made you to be.” Renjun laughed recalling how much out of his shell you were making him grow as he was you.

“I love you too, Renjun. So fucking much.”

Renjun sighed softly, his hands caressing your skin. “If I’m honest I was scared when you came into my life too. I spent the longest time telling myself you were being friendly and trying to push you onto any other guy you were close with because I was scared of being hurt again but eventually I learned that— you could never do anything to wrong me.”

It was hard for him to say. His last sentence came out in another sigh. “So again, I’m glad we came to our senses because I don’t think I can live without you.” His eyes were twinkling, his swollen lips planting another kiss to your forehead. “I want you in my life forever too.”

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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roanniom · 3 years

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Morning

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1,080

Note: Modern AU in an established relationship. Did I have a few vodka sodas and bang this out? Yes. Do I wish Poe Dameron would bang me out? Also yes.

Warnings: NSFW, hand job, unprotected PIV sex, light somnophilia, dirty talk. This is literally just smut and I am not sorry.

Poe doesn’t stop himself from moaning when the urge arises. It’s the crack of dawn, he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet, but the feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach is hot and swirling and sensual and he can’t wait a moment longer to find out if it is the side effect of a dream or something straight out of his wildest ones.

When he does open his eyes he is rewarded with the view of your smile, waxy and blurry in the morning light through his sleepy vision, but beautiful nonetheless. You look severely pleased with yourself, and as he gets his bearings and figures out what is happening, he understands why.

“I woke up and you were rutting into me, you naughty boy. It would have been cruel not to take care of you.” Your voice is sweet but your actions are sinful, your hand sliding up and down the column of his hardened cock with an expert drag and twist.

“Fuck,” Poe mutters, and you laugh.

“That’s all you have to say to me? No ‘thank you, my dearest, for helping with my urges’? No ‘I owe you my life, darling, for taking care of my primal need’?” You gasp when he flips you over onto your back and latches his mouth to your collar bone. Poe slides between your legs and reaches a sloppy, sleep-clumsy hand between your folds.

You’re positively dripping. He coats his fingers in your excitement and reaches to smear it over his cock, giving it a few good, slick tug between your bodies. You pout, right on cue.

“Hey. That was my job.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How thoughtless of me,” Poe says, mouth curling in a smirk. He reaches for your hand and returns it to his cock, but this time, he helps you guide it so that the tip nestles between your folds. “What was that about me being a naughty boy?” Poe jerks his hips forward to tease you a bit and you’re already panting, your own hips canting up towards his.

“You were grinding up against me like some wild animal.”

“What can I say, you bring out the beast in me.” Poe nibbles on your ear and growls lowly. Though you laugh, a shudder racks your body, indicating just the kind of effect he is actually having on you. Poe thrusts forward, sinking all the way inside you now, causing you to let out a full throated moan. Now it’s Poe’s turn to chuckle. “Sounds like I might bring out the beast in you, too.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, allowing yourself to get used to Poe’s size. The pendulous movement of your hips alerts him that you are ready for movement, and Poe obliges immediately. He establishes a pace that has you biting your lip and gasping for breath. Between gasps you manage to speak again, your voice now passion-roughened.

“Poe?”

“Yeah, my love?” Poe’s voice is strained as he focuses on slamming into you over and over, just the way he knows you like it.

“Maybe I’m a naughty girl, too.”

Poe almost loses himself at the sound of that. He curses under his breath and tries to slow the sudden stutter of his hips. He laughs roughly in your ear.

“My love, you are most certainly a naughty girl,” he practically growls again, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. You throw your head back and moan at the friction, just as he’d hoped.

“Have I been…oh fuck…have I been bad?”

“Playing with my cock when I’m not even awake? Yes, I’d say you’ve been bad.” Poe’s as shocked as you are that he’s still able to form coherent sentences. He picks up the pace, driving into you with a force that he shouldn’t be capable this early in the morning. But then again, he shouldn’t be able to have a creature as lovely as you in his bed, and Poe Dameron is not a man known to squander an opportunity.

For a moment you are both silent, save for the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans bubbling in throats, and ragged breaths hanging in the air. Poe feels your orgasm building from inside, the tell-tale sputter of the walls of your cunt giving you away. Your face is screwed up in pleasure when you let out your next gasping words.

“Poe…fuck…I need…fuck!”

Poe has spent enough time inside your body to know this means you need more, and he knows exactly how to give it to you. Before you even know what is happening you are being flipped around onto your stomach, your legs spread wide as Poe’s cock pierces back into you where it belongs. Poe settles as much of his weight down onto you as he dares, suffocating you and pressing into you the way he knows you like. The way he knows you need. His hand clamps down on your waist, pulling you to him as he rams home again and again, his lips at your ear over your shoulder.

“Does my naughty girl want to cum? Does my filthy girl want to cum for me?” He hums in response to your answering whine. “Are you sure you deserve it? Huh?”

“Oh god, Poe. Yes – yes!”

Poe’s not sure if your affirmations are a response to his question or a declaration of his prowess, but nonetheless he doubles down on his current efforts, grinding down into you and reaching below to swirl maddening circles into your clit.

“Maybe you aren’t naughty after all. Only a good girl could make such beautiful sounds, isn’t that right my love?”

You barely hear him at this point, riled up beyond comprehension. You nod blindly and cry out. Whatever it takes to make him keep doing whatever it is he is doing.

“Oh yes, that’s a good girl.” Poe’s voice is lower than low now, vibrating into your skin where he presses open mouthed kisses into the side of your neck. “Look how well you’re taking me. Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

The sound of Poe unraveling is what does it for you. You let yourself go and Poe registers somewhere in the back of his mind that no sunrise has ever been sweeter, no day break as unbelievably beautiful.

And then he is cumming right along side you, the two of you writhing in tandem, greeting the new day in the best way you both know how.

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Tagging a tiny group: @paper-n-ashes @mariesackler @sacklerscumrag @jynzandtonic

#poe dameron x reader #Poe dameron x you #poe dameron/you #poe dameron/reader #Poe Dameron smut #Poe Dameron au #smut #writing #roanniom #tw: somnophilia #tw: unprotected sex

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I��m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @itsminniekat @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Word counting: 3.5K

Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.

A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.

And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.

After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.

Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.

Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.

- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.

He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.

- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.

- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.

- “Thank you for taking care of him.”

- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”

- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”

I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.

But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.

- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously

- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.

- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”

- “Thank you, Kim, but...”

- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.

- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.

- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.

- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”

- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”

- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”

- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”

And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.

I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.

- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”

We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.

Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.

- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.

- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”

- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.

- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

- “We are not going to her “little get-together,” by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.

- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.

- “Which plans?”

- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”

- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”

- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.

But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.

I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.

- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.

- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.

- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.

- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.

- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.

Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.

- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”

- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”

- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.

- “I would love to! Thank you!.”

I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.

But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.

At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.

- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.

- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”

- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”

Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.

Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.

But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.

- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.

- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.

- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.

- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.

- “Another?”

- “Sure!”

And suddenly, we were on our own.

- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.

- “A little over ten months.”

- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”

- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.

- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”

- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”

- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.

- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.

- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”

- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.

- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”

And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.

I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.

But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.

She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.

- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”

- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.

- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.

- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled

- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused

- “Of course not! Why would I?”

- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”

- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”

Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.

- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”

- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”

Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.

- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”

My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.

- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.

- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”

- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.

- “I feel like I did.”

- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”

- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.

- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.

- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”

- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.

- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.

- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.

- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”

Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.

- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.

- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.

- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”

- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused

- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”

- “What?! No way”

- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”

- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”

- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.

- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”

- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.

- “Whatever my wife wants.”

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