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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY â H.H
âť 5 times you experience jealousyâ and 1 time he does.
âť fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes
âť wc; 7.1k
1 â
The familiar ding of the elevator echoed through the Man Cave, reverberating off the metallic walls. You barely glanced up, still savoring the last few fries from the greasy basket in front of you. The smell of salt and oil hung in the air, mixing with the subtle hum of the computers. When you finally did look up, it wasnât Ray as expectedâit was Henry and Charlotte, their laughter spilling in like sunlight breaking through the cold steel of the lair.
They strolled toward the booth, Henryâs hand brushing against Charlotteâs arm as she made some joke you couldnât hear but felt in the way his eyes crinkled. They collapsed into the soft, foamy cushions across from you, still giggling like schoolkids.
âDid Ray beep you guys too?â you asked, feigning nonchalance as you shifted in your seat, the cushion creaking beneath you.
âYup,â Henry replied, his voice light, the âpâ popping playfully. âHe sounded kinda urgent.â
Before you could say more, the sound of Rayâs heavy footsteps thudded in the distance. He emerged from behind the snack bar, dressed in his usual plaid shirt and jeans, pushing a cart laden with neatly stacked manila folders. The air around him smelled faintly of nacho cheese.
âSpeak of the devil,â Charlotte quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her eyes rolling in that effortless way she had. Henry chuckled beside her, their laughter vibrating through the booth.
You glanced at the cart as curiosity tugged at you, fingers lightly grazing the folder marked DRILL FINGER as you picked it up. Before you could speak, Henryâs hand reached over, brushing yours as he took the folder from you. The brief touch sent a spark up your arm, but before you could meet his eyes for more than a second, Ray slammed a fresh stack of files onto the table, snapping you both out of the moment.
âTheyâre mission reports,â Ray grunted. âSort through them, figure out which villains are in jail and whoâs still out there causing trouble.â
The collective groan that followed was immediate, filling the cave with a heavy sense of dread.
âAnd youâll be doing⌠what, exactly?â Charlotte asked, raising an eyebrow at Rayâs retreating form.
âEating nachos and watching you kids work,â he replied over his shoulder, already heading toward the snack machine.
With a sigh, you reached for a stack of files, the paper crinkling in your hands. It shouldâve been a quiet task, but Charlotte soon broke the silence, nudging Henry. âRemember that time you got stuck in that weird dream and I had to save your ass?â
Henryâs laugh was soft but genuine, the sound low in his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck. âHey, that was one time.â
You tried to stay focused on the mission reports, the feel of the rough paper slipping through your fingers grounding you, but their laughter kept creeping into the corners of your mind. Every shared glance, every inside joke felt like a secret you werenât part of. Their chemistry was effortless, natural, and it left you feeling like a bystander in a scene that wasnât meant for you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the leather squeaking beneath you as you cleared your throat, hoping to draw them back to the task at hand.
But they barely noticed, their world orbiting around each other. Another joke, another laugh. You clenched your jaw, the sound of their shared amusement feeling heavier than the silence that followed.
2 â
The soft murmur of the coffee shop wrapped around you like a blanket, blending with the gentle clinks of ceramic mugs and the rustle of pages turning. The smell of fresh-ground coffee drifted through the air, mixing with the warm scent of cinnamon pastries from behind the counter. You sat tucked away in the back corner, the dim light above casting a soft glow on your open textbooks. Midterms were looming, and youâd come here to focus, hoping the quiet hum of life around you would ease the anxiety brewing in your chest.
But just as your pen glided across your notes, the bell above the door jingled, and out of habit, you glanced up. Your breath caught.
Henry walked in. And with himâBianca.
You froze, fingers tightening around your pen as you watched them make their way to a small table near the window. Bianca looked effortlessly perfect, her hair catching the afternoon light as she smiled up at Henry, her laughter a melodic hum that echoed faintly across the shop.
You sank lower into your seat, hidden behind a stack of books, heart pounding in your chest. They hadnât noticed you. The chatter of the coffee shop continued, but all you could focus on was themâthe way Biancaâs hand brushed against Henryâs arm as they sat down, the way she leaned in just a little too close when she spoke. Her laughter came easy, bubbling up every time Henry said something, and you couldnât help but notice the way his eyes lit up, even if just for a moment.
Your stomach twisted as Bianca casually reached across the table, her fingers grazing Henryâs. It was subtle, innocent maybe, but the gesture stung all the same. She was always like thisâflirty, magnetic. You watched as she played with her hair, tilting her head slightly as she spoke, her eyes never leaving his. Henry seemed comfortable, leaning back in his chair, smiling that boyish smile that made your heart race.
You tried to focus on your textbook, but the words blurred. Your mind was too busy replaying every small interaction between them. You told yourself to leaveâto get up and walk outâbut your legs wouldnât move. Instead, you stayed rooted in your chair, watching from the shadows as an hour ticked by, each small gesture between them feeling like a tiny dagger.
Bianca laughed again, her voice soft and sweet, and for a brief moment, Henry glanced out the window, his smile fading just slightly. You wondered if he was thinking of youâwondered if he remembered the promises heâd made before Bianca had left. But then his attention snapped back to her, and the thought dissolved.
The coffee in your cup had long gone cold, but you didnât move. You just watched, heart heavy, until finally, they stood to leave. Bianca looped her arm through Henryâs, and they walked out together, the doorâs bell jingling behind them.
For a moment, you just sat there in the dim light, the weight of what youâd witnessed pressing down on you. None of them knew you had been there. They didnât see the way your fingers trembled, or how your heart had fractured, piece by piece, with every lingering glance and laugh shared between them.
In the quiet that followed, the world continued as if nothing had changed. But inside, something had shiftedâjealousy, sadness, the ache of uncertainty. You let out a shaky breath, finally closing your book. For now, youâd leave the words unstudied and the questions unanswered.
3 â
The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed softly in the quiet of the Man Caveâs med bay. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the room, making the sterile whites and grays feel even more lifeless. Henry sat beside the bed, his chair pulled close to where Phoebe lay, still and bruised, her breathing shallow but steady.
You stood a little farther back, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, your heart a jumble of emotions. The fight was over, but the weight of what had happened lingered thick in the air. You glanced at Henry, the way his eyes stayed locked on Phoebe, his expression tight with concern. There was something about the way he hovered, his presence protective and unyielding, that twisted in your chest.
You understood the direness of the situationâshe had been hurt saving him. Still, a dull ache of jealousy had settled deep inside you, one that you tried to push away.
As Henry sat there, his mind seemed far away, lost in the chaos of what had happened earlier. The fight was still fresh in his memory, replaying in flashes.
It had started fast. They had stormed the warehouse, side by side, working in perfect sync. Phoebe had been fierce, taking down guards with her energy blasts while Henry worked on the bomb, his hands moving quickly over the wires. You had been there too, backing them up as best you could, but it was impossible not to notice how well they worked together. Every movement was fluid, every glance between them understanding without words.
And then, out of nowhere, the blast. Henry had barely registered it until Phoebe hit the ground, a sickening thud echoing through the warehouse as her body crumpled against the pillar.
He had rushed to her, the panic in his voice unmistakable. âPhoebe!â heâd shouted, his fingers trembling as they hovered over her, unsure of where to touch, how to help.
You had watched from a few feet away, heart in your throat. Jealousy flared then, sharp and stinging, watching how frantic he was. But then Phoebe had groaned, trying to sit up, wincing through the pain, and all of that jealousy faded, replaced by something elseâfear. Fear for her. Fear for Henry.
Now, back in the med bay, that same fear hung in the room, even though the immediate danger had passed.
Henry hadnât moved from her side since you had returned. His hand rested lightly on the edge of the bed, close but not quite touching, as if he was afraid he might hurt her if he did. His face was drawn, worry creasing his brow, and he kept glancing at the monitors as if checking for any sign of change.
The jealousy you had felt earlier was still there, but it was quieter now, dulled by the reality of the situation. You understood why Henry was acting the way he was. Phoebe had saved himâsheâd taken a hit for him. Anyone would have done the same in his place. But that didnât make it easier to watch.
She stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open, still groggy from the sedatives. Henry straightened instantly, his face lighting up with relief.
âPhoebe?â His voice was soft, gentle, and he leaned forward slightly. âHey, youâre okay. Youâre safe now.â
Her eyes moved to him, a tired smile pulling at the corner of her lips. âHenry⌠you⌠okay?â she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse and weak.
âIâm fine,â he said quickly, brushing off her concern. âThanks to you.â
You shifted awkwardly, feeling like an outsider as you watched the exchange. The way they looked at each other, even in this moment, was undeniable. There was a bond there now, something forged in the heat of battle, and it stung in a way you hadnât expected. You bit your lip, trying to shake it off, reminding yourself that this wasnât about you.
But it didnât stop the feeling from settling deep inside.
Phoebe closed her eyes again, clearly exhausted, and Henry exhaled, tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned back slightly, though he still stayed close. You could see the weight of what had happened written all over his faceâthe relief that she was okay, the fear that something worse could have happened, and maybe something else you couldnât quite place.
After a long silence, Henry finally spoke without looking away from Phoebe. âI thought we were going to lose her,â he admitted quietly, almost to himself. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
You didnât know what to say, so you stayed quiet, watching him, watching her. In that moment, you realized that even though the jealousy still lingered, you couldnât blame him for caring. Phoebe was a hero, just like him, and she had fought beside him, saved his life. It wasnât about you or herâit was about the bond theyâd formed in that moment of danger.
But still, it hurt.
Henry stayed with Phoebe through the night, his hand never far from hers, and you stayed too, even though a part of you wanted to leave, wanted to escape the painful feeling gnawing at your heart. You stayed because, despite it all, you knew they were both important to you.
And maybe that was enough.
4 â
The bright lights of the studio gleamed overhead, casting a spotlight on the sleek set where Henry and Captain Man sat for their interview. The whole space felt larger than lifeâcameras lined up in perfect formation, audience murmuring softly, and the shimmer of fame hanging thick in the air. You stood off to the side, arms crossed, trying to remain unnoticed. It was supposed to be an exciting eventâa chance for Kid Danger and Captain Man to speak to the world, to show the public a little more of their heroic selves.
But the moment the actress, the stunning and ever-charming Ava Monroe, glided onto the stage in her shimmering gown, something in your chest tightened.
She was breathtaking, even more so in person, and the second she sat down across from Henry, you felt the shift in the air. Her smile was dazzling, her laugh infectious, and from the very first question, her attention was completely fixed on him.
âSo, Kid Danger,â she purred, leaning in slightly as if she was sharing a secret just between them. âWhatâs it like being the most eligible superhero in Swellview?â
Henry smiled awkwardly, shifting in his seat, his cheeks flushing a little under the lights. âUh, I donât know about that,â he laughed, glancing briefly toward Captain Man for help, but Ray only grinned, clearly enjoying watching Henry squirm under her attention.
You felt the jealousy prickle at your skin, creeping in slowly at first. It wasnât just that Ava was beautiful or charmingâit was the way she made it so obvious that she was interested. Every glance, every brush of her hand when she leaned a little too close, every laugh that lasted just a beat too long. And HenryâHenry was trying to keep it professional, but you could see how flustered he was, how her attention had him off-balance.
âIâm sure the girls in Swellview are just dying to knowâdo you have someone special in your life?â Ava asked, her tone light but with just enough curiosity to make it clear she was fishing for an answer.
Henryâs smile faltered for a split second, and your heart clenched. His gaze flickered toward you for the briefest moment, but before he could answer, Ava was already speaking again, her fingers gently brushing his arm as she laughed.
âI mean, with looks and charm like yours, itâs hard to believe youâre still single,â she teased, her voice sugary sweet.
Your jaw tightened, fingers digging into your arms as you tried to keep your composure. The casual touches, the way she batted her eyelashesâit was all so painfully obvious. And the worst part? The way Henry didnât pull away, didnât shut it down. He was polite, yes, but the fact that he didnât seem to mind was enough to make your stomach twist with something ugly.
You told yourself you shouldnât care. This was just an interview, just part of the job. Ava Monroe was an actressâflirting was probably part of her charm, part of the persona she put on for the cameras. But that logic didnât make it any easier to watch.
The interview continued, but you couldnât focus on the questions or the banter. All you could see was the way Avaâs attention never left Henry, the way her smile brightened whenever he spoke, the way her eyes sparkled like he was the only person in the room. Every second of it felt like a punch to the gut.
When the cameras finally cut and the audience clapped, Ava stood, flashing one last smile in Henryâs direction as she thanked him for the interview. Henry stood too, still looking a little dazed by it all, but before you could even approach him, Ava was already there again, her hand on his arm as she whispered something in his ear. He smiledânothing more than a polite, awkward smileâbut it was enough to push you over the edge.
You couldnât stay any longer. The weight of watching it all, of feeling so invisible in the shadow of her charm, was too much.
Without a word, you turned and slipped out of the studio, your footsteps quick and silent as you made your way through the exit. The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it didnât ease the tightness in your chest. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, a mix of frustration and heartache swirling inside of you. You had no right to feel this possessive, you told yourself. Henry wasnât yours to claim, not in that way.
But that didnât stop the hurt from creeping in. Seeing Ava bat her eyes at him, the way she touched his arm, the way Henry had smiledâhowever innocent it might have beenâfelt like a crack in something delicate.
Your heart felt like it had been shattered by something so small, yet so impossibly large all at once.
And so, you walked, letting the distance grow between you and the place where Henry still stood, unaware of the turmoil swirling inside of you.
5 â
The quiet hum of the library filled the air, punctuated by the soft shuffling of pages and the occasional murmur of whispered conversations. It was the kind of peaceful environment you usually thrived in, the kind of place that helped you focus and push through hours of studying. But today, no matter how hard you tried, the words in your textbook blurred together, unread.
Across the room, Henry sat at a long wooden table, his head bent over a pile of notes, talking animatedly with his partner for the projectâNatalie Reynolds. She was smart, everyone knew that. Always the first to answer questions in class, always at the top of the grade charts, and, to make things worse, she was easygoing and fun. The kind of person that people naturally gravitated toward.
Normally, it wouldnât bother you. Henry had friends, just like you did. But watching the two of them together for the past weekâspending long hours holed up in the library, their heads close as they poured over their researchâhad become increasingly hard to ignore. You told yourself it was nothing. Just a project. They were working. Thatâs all.
Still, every time you glanced over at them, the jealousy tightened around your chest.
You tried to focus on your own work, flipping through pages of your notes, but you couldnât stop your ears from tuning into their conversation. Henry was laughing at something Natalie said. You couldnât help but remember the conversation you had yesterday:
âSheâs honestly so cool,â Henry said, his voice carrying across the room as he talked about her later at Junk Nâ Stuff.âLike, she just knows so much about this stuff. Iâd be lost without her.â
Your grip tightened on your the figures you were restocking, trying to pretend the words didnât sting, but they did. You tried brushing it off, convincing yourself it didnât matter, but it was hard to ignore how often Henry had been talking about Natalie lately. How much heâd been praising her, how their study sessions seemed to stretch longer every day.
It wasnât like you didnât understandâNatalie was smart. She was capable, and probably the perfect partner for the project. But knowing that didnât make it any easier. You couldnât help but feel left out, like some invisible line had been drawn between them that you werenât a part of.
You caught glimpses of their smiles, the way they leaned in close, heads bent together, deep in conversation about whatever new discovery theyâd just made in their research. They were so focused, so wrapped up in their own little world, and you⌠you were just on the outside, looking in.
The worst part wasnât even how close they seemed to be gettingâit was the way Henry kept bringing her up in conversation when you did see him. Talking about how smart she was, how much she knew, how helpful sheâd been. And every time, youâd nod along, forcing a smile, trying to be supportive, when all you really wanted was for him to stop.
You hated feeling this wayâjealous, insecure. It wasnât like you. Henry wasnât doing anything wrong. He was just working on a project, just being nice, just appreciating someone elseâs skills. But each compliment he gave her felt like a little piece of your connection to him was being chipped away.
Eventually, you closed your notebook and shoved it into your bag, unable to focus anymore. Maybe it was better to just leave, to stop torturing yourself by watching them from afar. But as you stood and slung your bag over your shoulder, you caught Henryâs eye. He smiled, waving you over.
âHey!â he called, oblivious to the internal storm brewing inside you. âCome check out what we found.â
You hesitated, your heart tugging between wanting to be close to him and wanting to avoid the sharp sting of jealousy. With a deep breath, you crossed the room and stood at the edge of their table, forcing a smile as Henry excitedly explained whatever new piece of information they had discovered.
But you barely heard a word. All you could focus on was how natural they seemed together, how easy it was for him to talk to her, laugh with her, and how little space seemed left for you in that moment.
+1 â
The bright lights of the lavish dining room glimmered overhead, casting an elegant glow on the grand table set for a private dinner with one of Swellviewâs most notorious villains, Victor Voss. The atmosphere felt charged, filled with the soft clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation, as you stood off to the side, adjusting your suit to fit the part. This was a high-stakes missionâa chance for you to flirt with Victor while Kid Danger and Captain Man snuck in to retrieve vital information.
You were wired with an earpiece, allowing you to hear Henry and Rayâs every word as they made their way through the shadows. Your heart raced, not just from the thrill of the mission but from the daunting task ahead. Victor entered the room, his presence commanding, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his imposing figure. You felt a flicker of nerves but quickly pushed it aside; you were here to do a job.
As you approached Victor, a confident smile on your face, his gaze shifted to you, instantly intrigued. âWell, well, who do we have here?â he purred, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. âAre you here to charm me, darling?â
âMaybe,â you replied, leaning slightly closer, letting your voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper. âOr perhaps Iâm here to learn a few things from the most powerful man in the room.â The flirtation was effortless, and the words felt natural as they slipped from your lips.
In your earpiece, you could hear Henryâs voice, a hint of tension threading through his words. âStay focused. Remember, we need that intel,â he urged, though you could detect a slight edge to his tone.
Watching from the shadows, Henry clenched his jaw, his heart racing in a way he hadnât expected. Every word you exchanged with Victor felt like a dagger to his gut. It wasnât just the situationâit was the way you held yourself, how effortlessly charming you were, drawing Victorâs full attention. Heâd always known you were good at this, but watching it unfold in front of him made it feel too real.
Victor chuckled, a sound deep and rich, leaning in to engage you further. âYouâre bold. I like that. Tell me, what do you find so fascinating about my work?â His eyes sparkled with interest, and Henry felt a surge of frustration. This is just a game for him, he thought, struggling to keep his own feelings in check. Just a villain playing with his prey. But that didnât make it any easier to watch.
âPower can be intoxicating,â you responded, flashing him a coy smile. âBut it can also be lonely. Donât you crave something more?â You could feel the energy shifting as he leaned even closer, his interest piqued.
Henry swallowed hard, an unfamiliar tension coiling in his chest. What am I doing here? I should be the one sitting next to you, he thought, his mind racing. He couldnât shake the image of you and Victor, their chemistry crackling in the air like static. âJust stay focused,â he reminded himself. âWeâre here for a reason.â But the words felt hollow against the weight of his jealousy.
In your ear, you heard Henry let out a barely audible sigh, followed by Rayâs chuckle. âLooks like sheâs really got her claws into him,â Ray teased, but Henryâs irritation was mounting, the feeling of helplessness gnawing at him. âJust keep him busy; weâre almost in,â Ray continued, but Henry felt anything but calm.
As the banter continued, the tension in Henryâs voice tightened. âJust donât get too close,â he cautioned, his protectiveness surfacing despite his best efforts to remain professional. What if she actually wins him over? The thought was almost unbearable.
âPower is lonely, but I have my ways of making it more⌠enjoyable,â Victor replied, his tone suggestive as he gestured for you to sit beside him. Henryâs heart sank as he watched you move closer, the warmth of your presence drawing Victor in. He could practically feel the heat radiating from the two of you, and it twisted like a knife in his gut.
âEnjoyment can come in many forms,â you countered, and Henryâs resolve faltered. Youâre playing a dangerous game, he thought, anxiety spiking in his chest. The way you leaned in, the way you laughedâit was everything he feared and wanted all at once.
âJust keep flirting,â Ray whispered in your ear, but Henry could sense his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. âWe need that information.â The urgency in Rayâs voice only heightened Henryâs frustration, making it difficult to concentrate on the mission.
You carried on, pouring on the charm, but every compliment exchanged with Victor felt like a knife twisting deeper into Henryâs resolve. âYou know,â Victor said, his gaze flickering over to where Henry was concealed, âIâve always admired someone who can keep up with me. How do you feel about a little⌠adventure?â
âAdventure can be thrilling,â you replied, casting a quick glance at Henry, who was clearly on edge. He was trying to mask his emotions, but his heart was racing. This isnât how itâs supposed to go, he thought. I should be the one enjoying this dance, not him.
A faint rustle in your earpiece reminded you of the urgency. âWeâre in position. Just hold his attention a little longer,â Henry urged, his voice strained. He hated feeling this way, the jealousy clawing at him. He wanted to focus on the mission but felt trapped by his own feelings.
Finally, as Victor leaned in closer, his voice sultry and enticing, Henryâs heart sank further. He caught a glimpse of you, your expression a mix of confidence and determination, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. Youâre incredible, he thought, a mix of pride and frustration swelling within him. But why does it have to be like this?
With the stakes rising, Henry knew he had to keep his emotions in check, but the weight of his unspoken feelings felt like an anchor pulling him down. The evening wore on, laughter and flirtation blending with the tension that wrapped around you both, each moment laden with unvoiced feelings as he navigated the delicate balance of duty and desire.
And so, he stayed, weaving through the intricacies of deception, letting the distance between you and the truth shift, all while his heart ached for a connection that felt just out of reach. The longer he watched, the more he realized that what he truly craved was not just the missionâs success but the chance to be the one at your side, sharing in the dance of danger and attraction that seemed to come so naturally to you.
The tension hung heavy in the air as Henry and Ray settled into the car, the hum of the engine a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions swirling inside Henry. They had successfully retrieved the intel from Victorâs office, but the victory felt hollow as he replayed the earlier scene in his mindâyour laughter, the way Victor leaned closer, how easily you had captivated him.
Ray glanced sideways at Henry, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. âYou okay?â he asked, breaking the silence, though he already knew the answer.
Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair. âYeah, just⌠a lot to process.â He felt like a ball of frayed nerves, each thought pulling him in a different direction. You did what you had to do, he reminded himself, but the sting of jealousy was still fresh. âI just didnât expect it to feel like that,â he admitted quietly, his eyes still fixed on the passing streetlights.
Ray raised an eyebrow, sensing the weight of Henryâs frustration. âYou mean seeing her flirt with Victor? That wasnât part of the plan, was it?â
âNot like that,â Henry replied, his voice tense. âI know it was just a distraction, but watching her⌠itâs like she was in her element. Like she was enjoying it.â The words came out more bitter than he intended, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. , he chided himself. But the feeling of helplessness clawed at him.
Ray nodded, trying to understand. âItâs just a job, man. We all know how good she is at this.â He paused, gauging Henryâs reaction. âYou canât let it get to you. Sheâs got a role to play.â
âYeah, but itâs hard to watch someone else take the spotlight,â Henry muttered, his fingers tapping restlessly against the seat. âIâve seen her take on villains before, but this was different. He was leaning in, like he wanted something more.â
âI get it,â Ray said, his tone more serious now. âBut youâre Kid Danger. Sheâs not going to forget that.â He watched Henryâs jaw tighten, the flicker of insecurity written all over his face. âYouâve got to trust her, man. She can handle herself.â
Trust her, Henry repeated silently to himself, wishing he could. The fact that you had been so effortlessly charming, so confident in the face of danger, made it even harder to swallow. âI know she can,â he said finally, forcing a nod, but the doubt lingered. What if she enjoyed it too much?
Ray shifted in his seat, sensing the thick atmosphere. âLook, once we pick her up, this whole thing will be behind us. Youâll have your chance to talk to her.â
âYeah, if I can even find the words,â Henry replied, his voice low. The thought of confronting you about his feelingsâabout everything he had experienced during the missionâfelt daunting. Would you understand? Would you see how hard it had been for him to watch?
As they approached the designated pickup location, Henryâs heart raced at the thought of seeing you again. What if she thought it was all just part of the act? He didnât want to be just another distraction in your world, yet that was exactly how he felt.
âJust keep it cool,â Ray advised as he pulled up to the curb, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of you. âYou canât let your feelings cloud the mission. You know that.â
Henry nodded but found it hard to focus. His thoughts were tangled, emotions roiling beneath the surface. What if this changes everything? He couldnât shake the feeling that the mission had shifted something between you twoâsomething more than just friendship.
The wait felt interminable, each second dragging on as Henry replayed every moment from the dinner in his head. Finally, he spotted you stepping out of the building, your confident stride and easy smile radiating energy that made his heart flutter and ache at the same time.
When you slid into the backseat, the atmosphere instantly changed. You were all smiles, but Henry noticed the glimmer in your eyes that hinted at the tension you must have felt earlier. âYou guys wonât believe what just happened!â you exclaimed, clearly still riding the high of the missionâs success.
Ray smiled at you, engaging in light banter, but Henry remained silent, his thoughts a storm of conflicting emotions. He felt like an outsider in the moment, watching you bask in the aftermath of your performance with Victor.
As Ray continued to drive, the tension in the car grew thicker, punctuated by the unspoken words that hung in the air. Every glance you exchanged felt electric, charged with feelings that neither of you had dared to voice.
Henry stole another glance at you, his mind racing. Each second stretching into an eternity as you chatted with Ray, laughter mingling with the tension that seemed to weave its way between you and Henry.
Finally, as the familiar streets of Swellview passed by. The unease in his chest pushed him forward, urging him to break the silence, but he didnât . He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his feelings pressing down on him like a heavy fog.
The workout room in the Man Cave hummed with a rhythmic energy, the sound of punching bags swaying gently and sneakers squeaking against the polished floor blending into a symphony of exertion. You moved with focused determination, sweat glistening on your skin as you threw punches at the heavy bag, each strike a release of the pent-up stress that had built over midterm week. The air was thick with the scent of rubber mats and the faint echo of heavy weights clanging in the distance, a welcome distraction from the swirl of thoughts clouding your mind.
You were aware of the tension that had developed between you and Henry over the past few weeks. It felt like a weight pressing on your chest, growing heavier with each passing day. The memory of his close encounters with various girlsâeach one more charming than the lastâgnawed at you. You tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that you were overreacting, but the truth was undeniable: the jealousy was like a constant, throbbing ache, and it didnât help that you felt more distant from Henry than ever.
As you focused on your training, each punch against the bag was a desperate attempt to release the frustration that threatened to boil over. The rhythm of your movements was meditative, yet your mind was anything but calm. Memories of Henry laughing with those girls played on a loop, a haunting reminder of the connection you wished you had with him. You could still hear the laughter echoing in your earsâthe easy banter, the way his eyes lit up when he was around them. It stung more than you cared to admit.
The door creaked open, breaking your concentration, and you glanced over to see Henry emerging from the locker room, his body still glistening from his earlier workout. The sight of him took your breath away; the muscles in his arms flexed with every movement, and the way his hair fell across his forehead made your heart race. Yet, as soon as he stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted, tension crackling like electricity in the air. You could feel itâthe unspoken words, the unresolved feelings.
âHey,â he called out, his voice low but confident, breaking through the silence that had enveloped you both. âWanna spar?â
Your heart raced, caught between desire and reluctance. You shook your head, trying to play it cool. âNo thanks, Iâm good,â you replied, your voice steady, but the frustration you felt seeped through the cracks. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his presence affected you, especially after everything that had happened recently.
âOh, come on,â he urged, stepping closer, a playful grin flickering across his lips, a grin that made your stomach flutter and clench at the same time. âI promise I wonât go easy on you.â
The mention of that last part made your heart drop, a fresh wave of jealousy crashing over you like a cold wave. âYou mean you wonât go easy on me like you didnât go easy on those other girls?â you shot back, your voice sharper than you intended. The bitterness of jealousy was a familiar taste, one you hated but couldnât escape.
Henryâs expression faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it with determination, his jaw tightening. âThatâs not fair. This isnât about them.â
âIsnât it?â The words slipped out before you could stop them, your pulse quickening as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. âYouâve been with so many girls lately, itâs weird.â
He clenched his jaw, a flash of frustration igniting within him. âWeird?â he echoed, his voice rising a notch. âYou think iâm the only one thatâs âweirdâ?â
You frowned, crossing your arms. âWhat do you mean?â
âOh donât be dense, itâs not like you were just flirting with some random guy,â he snapped, his emotions boiling over. âYou were flirting with a villain! Victor Voss! You were practically hanging on his every word!â
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden intensity in his voice. âHenry, it was part of the mission! I had to distract him to get the intel. You know that.â
âYeah, I know that!â he shot back, his frustration bubbling to the surface. âBut it doesnât mean I have to like it! Watching you smile at him, the way he leaned in closer⌠you know you liked it.â he said, his tone more challenging, almost daring you to confront the truth. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through you, a mixture of annoyance and longing that twisted your insides.
âCome on. Letâs get this out of our systems.â
After a momentâs hesitation, you exhaled a sharp breath, finally giving in to the urge that had been bubbling beneath the surface. âFine. But donât cry when I wipe the floor with you.â
As you squared off, the air thickened with anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence pulling you in like a magnet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you began with playful jabs, each strike punctuated by a shared history of friendship that made this moment feel electric.
Yet, the tension simmering beneath the surface was impossible to ignore. Every punch he threw felt like a reminder of the distance that had grown between you, a barrier that had been built on misunderstandings and unresolved feelings. With each hit, you found yourself more frustratedânot just at him, but at the entire situation. You wanted to fight, to push against that barrier, but part of you was terrified of what would happen if you did.
âYou think youâre so great, huh?â you teased, sidestepping a punch he aimed at you. âBut youâre still avoiding the truth.â
âIâm not avoiding anything!â he replied, landing a solid hit to your shoulder, a small grin tugging at his lips as he feigned innocence.
âReally? Because it seems like youâre avoiding me since those girls came along,â you shot back, landing a kick against his side. The words felt charged, a mix of frustration and longing spilling over as you fought.
Henryâs expression darkened, and the playful tone slipped away. âYou think this is about them?â he asked, his voice low and intense. âThis is about you pushing me away!â
The air crackled with unfiltered emotions, and as you continued to spar, the fight morphed into a release of all the pent-up tension. You both knew it was more than just a physical match; it was a battleground for your feelings, an attempt to confront the truths that had been lingering in the space between you.
âI donât want to feel jealous, Henry!â you yelled, frustration boiling over. âBut how am I supposed to ignore it when youâre always with them?â
âThen why are you acting like you donât care?â he countered, his breath coming in quick bursts. âIâm tired of pretending weâre not something more than friends!â
With each exchange, the intensity escalated. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, pushing you to the brink as you both vented your frustrations. As he caught your punch, his grip was firm yet gentle, and your heart raced as you locked eyes, the world around you fading into the background.
âMaybe we should stop fighting,â you murmured, your breath mingling with his, the space between you charged with electricity.
âMaybe we should,â he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the intensity in his gaze igniting something deep within you.
Before you could think, he pulled you closer, the intensity of your earlier sparring morphing into something more profound. Your lips crashed together, the kiss igniting a fire that had been simmering between you all along. It was rough and passionate, each moment a release of the frustration, jealousy, and longing that had been pent up for far too long.
You felt every ounce of pent-up emotion flood through you as you melted into him, bodies moving together with an urgency that spoke louder than any words exchanged in the heat of battle. The kiss deepened, hands roaming freely, exploring the familiar territory you both had skirted around for so long.
His grip on the back of your head tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you in closer. His lips crash down onto yours, hard and rough.
âMine.â He growls against your mouth, his tongue pushing its way past your lips to explore the inside of your wet cavern, tongue battling against your own.
Henry pulled you closer, his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind you of the heat radiating from his body. Every kiss was a confession, every breath an admission of the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. You lost yourself in the moment, forgetting everything elseâthe jealousy, the misunderstandings, the insecurities.
As the kiss broke, you both pulled away, gasping for breath, the reality of the situation crashing back in. The silence between you was thick with the weight of what had just transpired, a new understanding settling into the space that had once been filled with tension and uncertainty.
âWhat just happened?â you whispered, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief coursing through you.
Henry searched your eyes, vulnerability flickering across his features. âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice husky. âBut I know I want to figure it outâwith you.â
Fin.
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Nothing Here Yet...
Created: 23/06/24
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Started: February 19th, 2024 Updated: February 19th, 2024
All my writings for Henry Hart aka Kid Danger - Nickelodeons Henry Danger
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HIATUS OFFICIALLY OVER CHAT
GIVE ME SOME REQS PLEASE
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I LOBE THIS OMG
She Saw..
Henry Hart x Reader
Summary: Piper sees you kiss the one and only Kid Danger. However, she's more concered about the fact that it's not her brother.
Warnings: kissing,, petnames(baby),, implied cheating
pt1, pt2
"You have to go home, Hen," I pushed him away with a hand on his chest. He tightend his grip on my waist, pulling me into a hug.
"Jus' one more? Please, baby?" He tilted his head, looking like a kicked puppy.
I slid my hand from his chest to the back of his head, slowly pulling him in, "One more. Then you go home."
"See I still don't get why I can't just spend the night," He mumbled, voice just a bit whiny.
I watched as his eyes flicked between my own and my lips, "Your parents want you home, Henry."
"Mhm, whatever," He quickly captured my lips in a kiss. I rolled my eyes before closing them, threading my hand through his hair.
Pulling away as he tried to deepen the kiss, he groaned in annoyance.
"Go home, Henry."
"Fine. I'll see you in the morning, Love you."
"I love you too," I lightly push him away, laughing to myself as he almost fell.
Walking in my house, I put my purse and keys down and turned on the tv for background noise.
Until Piper barged in shouting my full name.
"I seriously have no idea what you think you were doing!"
"What are you talking about?"
Piper huffed, angrier than I've ever seen her, "I saw you kiss Kid Danger."
My face got red, and I was suddenly at a loss for words, "Piper."
She shouted my name again, "No! I care about you, I really do but, I have to tell Henry."
I closed my eyes in thought, trying to figure out what to do.
"I'll tell him, Piper."
"That- okay."
She calms down, just a bit, "That doesn't make it right, I hope you know."
"Yeah, I know," I have to force down my laugh.
shshsshshhs i dont know how i came up with this but lmk if i should write the part where henry gets toldd
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Before that mountain fight scene in the MACAQUE episode:
[Y/N], yelling at Macaque: you lied to MK!
Macaque: yep.
[Y/N]: you used him!
Macaque: that is also true.
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Macaque, eyes half-lidded: she is really pretty
Wukong, punching Macaque's face sending him across mountains: i know, right??
#lego monkie kid#lmk sun wukong#lego monkie kid sun wukong#Sun wukong#sun wukong x y/n#sun wukong x reader#lmk macaque#six eared macaque#lego monkie kid macaque#monkie kid macaque#lego macaque#macaque x reader#macaque x y/n#lmk x y/n#lmk x reader#incorrect quotes#henry danger#because its funny watching them quarrel
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ŕŹ.° ăť simon riley. call of duty. family fic -- simon and reader have a daughter. may as well make this an unofficial series ď˝(ăTăT)Ď every day i am victim to the delusions !!
when you first met simon, you quite honestly did not think you'd end up having such a domestic life with him. you've known each other for a long while, been together for less. you've seen each other go through hell and back, worry for each other's safety and return, and here you are now, with a daughter that is exactly like him.
kind of. mostly, you'd say.
personality? absolutely. quiet, reserved-- her, mostly in the sense that she's shy. him, in the sense that he just doesn't like talking to people very much. but quiet all the same, you suppose.
appearances? oh, one hundred percent. brown eyes, brown hair. sharp gaze. you don't know how a two year old has a sharp gaze, but she does.
little quirks? you suppress a sigh just thinking about it. wherever you are, simon is. he's practically your shadow-- so what's your daughter? his shadow. so basically, in summary : anywhere you go? have no fear, you will never be alone. ever.
oh, forgot something in the bedroom? just turn around and you'll face-plant into your husband's chest, and when you recover, you'll see your daughter peek out from behind his leg to see what all the ruckus is. oh, you're going to do laundry? forget the television, make it a group effort instead. grocery shopping? no need to split up to make it faster. he's mapped out the most efficient route around the store to knock out this trip in less than an hour.
yeah. they're weird. but you love them, so it's okay.
you'd like to think that nothing surprises you at this point, until today -- when you're tending to the house, bright and early, only to see a certain half awake toddler and her dad standing in the living room. you pause for a moment, mildly surprised that she's already up. you don't say anything-- just watching, as they haven't noticed you around the corner of the hallway quite yet.
"papa."
"munchkin."
silence. like, a long silence. your brows furrow, and you can't help but tilt your head in confusion and curiosity as you witness the strange phenomenon that is your family. she closes the distance, looking up at him. and in return, he looks down at her.
and they just stare at each other. in even more silence. for a good few minutes. not a single word exchanged. you're just so confused by this interaction that you're about to speak up, but then she raises her arms, and just like that, he picks her up, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead-- his usual good morning greeting to her, you've come to notice.
you stand there in the hallway, confused as ever, as he walks off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her. you have no idea what that was. you blink a few times before shaking your head, joining him in the kitchen to help with the morning prep.
-- so naturally, when night comes, the little one is sleeping, and you're laying in bed next to simon, you can't help but ask:
"what the hell happened this morning?"
he pauses at the sudden question.
"you burned the pancakes, dove."
your eye twitches.
"i did fucking not." you roll your eyes, though you don't put up any resistance as he pulls you closer to him, an arm draped over your waist. "i'm talking about your little stare down today. what was that?"
simon stares blankly at the wall in recollection of the event. a moment or two, then a slow shift in his gaze as he looks at you.
"-- just had a bit of a chat."
"...you both said one word each."
"said it was a bit, didn't i?"
oh, insufferable. weird and insufferable. you give him a deadpan stare, in which he returns full on-- and now you're stuck in a silent staring contest with him. as much as you'd love to try and redeem yourself from the losing streak you've maintained all these years, you understand that one : it is midnight, and you would like to not stay up until three in the morning only to lose, and two : you should be realistic and know that you'll never win.
"stop that." you grumble, hand covering his eyes. "she's gonna pick up on that and start staring into people's souls. it'll freak them out."
he chuckles softly, moves your hand away before lacing his fingers with yours, lips gently trailing down your neck. "not a bad thing. instills fear."
"...i would really like you to not encourage our two year old daughter to instill fear into people, simon riley."
a faint hum of acknowledgement and amusement, then another kiss along your jaw, the corner of your mouth, then your lips. he can't help but notice the feeling of your smile despite your disgruntled words, and he thinks he loves you all the more for it.
"i'll consider it, love."
#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#hate tht i see a dangerous man in a skeleton mask and im like yeah but what if he was a dad . how about htat. DOMESTICATE HIM#i love them w all my heart .. unfortunately reader is jst as strange as them#meanwhile simon and the kid are like đ§for a good five minutes#ŕŹ.° : fic#ŕŹ.° : cod#ŕŹ.° : banner cr @ v6que
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Could u do a Johnny smut where her nipples are pierced and he gets turned on by it???
Barbells and Bitemarks (Johnny Knoxville x Fem! Reader) (18+!)
Summary: âWhat - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethinâ?â You teased, chuckling awkwardly.
âYes, actually.â His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.
âWh-What?â You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.
âDo I gotta spell it out for you, doll?â Johnnyâs voice dropped a couple of octaves, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked, âIâm into girls with piercinâs, and Iâm much more into them when theyâre on your gorgeous ass.â
Content Warnings: Graphic Smut, 18+, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Johnny is a massive whore here, Oral (Fem Receiving), Mild Dacryphilia, Semi Public Sex, Daddy Kink
Word Count: 4,285
AN: MY FIRST EVER ASK EEEEEEEEE!!!!! I literally wanna kiss this anon on the mouth for giving me this idea /j. Thank you so much for requesting something from me, and my inbox is ABSOLUTELY still open for more requests. I may have forty documents open of smuts but I will absolutely drop them for a request. This is high key the most fun Iâve had writing a story in a while :3 again no beta reader we die like men. Also Iâm posting this at 4:00 in the morning so MANNNNNNN Iâm tired. Prolly gonna pass out after this LOL. Okay here we gooooooooo! â¨
You huffed out a sigh, resting your head back against the wall you were leaned up against. Jeffâs voice droned on and on, giving information and safety on a stunt that you werenât thrilled about being a part of. So you had tried to tune Jeff out as much as possible, but his loud and booming voice wasnât letting you zone out. You kicked a leg over your other one, shifting uncomfortably on your feet. You looked over, seeing Johnny leaned over on the opposite wall from you. You smiled slightly, and an easy smile graced his lips as well. He pushed himself off of the wall, coming over to where you were standing. He dipped his head down, his voice hushed in your ear.
âWell ainât you the vision of beinâ enthused?â Johnny asked, his lips quirked up in a smile. You snorted out a laugh as you looked up at him.
âIâm not exactly thrilled about being up on your shoulders, Knox. Iâm fuckinâ terrified of heights, and youâre not exactly short.â You smiled at him, and he shook his head, laughing.
âI promise I ainât gonna drop you, doll.â He gave a smile that had your stomach doing somersaults, and you growled uneasily.
âIâm holding you to that.â You wrinkled your nose, a smile on your lips, and he clapped a hand on your shoulder. Jeffâs booming voice caught your attention and you cast your gaze back towards where Jeff was standing.
âHey lovebirds, you two wanna join our conversation?â Jeff called, and the amount of hoots and hollers from the rest of the cast had you pulling your beanie down to cover your face, âAnyways - Johnny, Bam, Ryan, and (Y/N), you guys are gonna be next up for shooting. Weâre going to go ahead with Steve-O, Dave, and Ehrenâs stunt.â Jeff looked down at his clipboard, nodding to cement what he had just said, âBut stay on deck, Iâm thinking this oneâll take about an hour. Go ahead and get changed into different clothes, and be on standby. Your guysâ stunt involves mud, and weâve still got a whole day of shooting.â Jeff clapped his hands and you were all sent on your separate ways. You headed to the trailer they had set up specifically for you, Johnny on your heels like a lost puppy. Your feelings for Johnny were⌠confusing, to say the least. On one hand, he was your absolute best friend in the whole wide world; You were nothing but comfortable around him. You both laughed until you cried, leaned on the other for support, and you loved each other fiercely. On the other, you were beyond in love with him. Any laugh he gave at your jokes, any smile cast your way, and anytime he touched you (albeit all of them were innocent) lit you up from the inside out.
You entered the trailer, propping the door open with your foot as you waited for Johnny. You rolled your eyes, chuckling as he stepped into your trailer.
âYou gotta follow me everywhere I go like a lovesick puppy?â You teased, watching as Johnny flopped down on the small couch set up in the trailer.
âHey, Iâm makinâ sure no one fucks with you, doll. You know how these boys are.â Johnny shrugged, resting one of his arms on the back of the couch. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe with your hands behind your back. You kicked one leg over the other, rolling your eyes hard at Johnnyâs comment.
âAnd you act like Iâm not scared to beat anyoneâs ass.â You snorted out a laugh, pushing off of the wall and going to the small wardrobe that was set up for you. You looked through the clothes, humming. Each outfit was marked with a name of a stunt, and you got to the one for this stunt. It was a sheer, white tank top with jean shorts. You held it up, looking at the outfit with scrutinizing eyes.
âReally?â Johnny barked out a laugh, shaking his head, âI mean - Sex sells, but if weâre sticking our only female cast member in somethinâ like thisâŚâ He chuckled again, letting out a puff of air from his nose. There was something unreadable in his eyes, and as you stared at him, trying to figure it out, he looked away, avoiding your eyes, âI dunno what theyâre thinkinâ.â
âYour guess is as good as mine.â You tore your eyes away from him, rolling them hard. You heaved out a sigh, giving the outfit one last scrutinous glare, âBut I donât think I really have that much of a choice.â You hung the hanger on the back of a chair, your hands coming to your hoodieâs hem. You pulled your hoodie off over your head, but you failed to realize you had grabbed the bottom of your shirt as well. Immediately, you were standing in a sheer, lace bralette in front of Johnny.
Time seemed to freeze as his eyes raked over you - how the bralette pushed your boobs together, the black lace against your skin, and the two barbells pushed through each of your nipples. You yelped and covered your chest with your arm, your face flushing a bright red.
âShit! Iâm fucking sorry!â You cried, moving your arm from over your chest to try and get your shirt out of the hoodie. Your hands trembled as frantic apologies tumbled from your lips, when suddenly Johnnyâs hands were covering yours.
You looked up to see him standing in front of you, his face the same shade of red as yours. His face was calm, however, and a smile ghosted over his lips.
âDoll, you ainât gotta freak out.â His voice was quiet, a murmur, as he helped you pull the shirt out of the hoodie, âBut when were you gonna tell me youâve got piercings?â He asked, a wolfish grin on his lips. You smacked his arm with a hand, your other hand covering your chest with your shirt.
âYouâre an ass!â You chuckled, your face still feeling warm, âWhat - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethinâ?â You teased, chuckling awkwardly.
âYes, actually.â His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face, looking for any sign he was joking, but there was nothing more than a cool smirk on his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.
âWh-What?â You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.
âDo I gotta spell it out for you, doll?â Johnnyâs voice dropped a couple of octaves, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked, âIâm into girls with piercinâs, and Iâm much more into them when theyâre on your gorgeous ass.â
Your head was absolutely swimming, the thoughts swirling through your head nothing that would be considered safe for work. But Johnnyâs voice brought you back down to Earth;
âNow, you gonna let Daddy see my babygirlâs piercinâs?â He purred, his hands tracing circles on your shoulders. You shuddered under his hands, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
He leaned forward, dipping his head down, and captured your lips in a kiss. Immediately, all of the breath was stolen from your lungs, and your hands scrambled to his shoulders. The kiss started off as slow and soft at first, but it slowly progressed to bruising and passionate.
He growled against your lips, something primal flaring in his chest. This wasn't just some casual kiss; this was a decade of suppressed emotions and desires erupting to the surface for the both of you. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you against him firmly, as if he was afraid of you slipping away.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, accepting his tongue to touch around. You were secretly very thankful that he didnât try and jam his tongue so far down your throat that you gagged. His free hand moved up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you captive against him.
Finally, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. Your chest heaved with every breath you took, and your cheeks were flushed a brilliant red. You searched Johnnyâs eyes for a moment, a small, breathless giggle leaving your lips. Johnny had the same breathlessness you did, his lips quirking up in a half smile.
âWell, if I didnât know any better, doll, Iâd say youâve been waitinâ for me to do that for a while.â His voice was barely above a whisper, his hand cradling your face. You looked up at him with humor filled eyes, giggling.
âGood thing you know better, hmm?â You asked, giving him a teasing smile. His smile darkened and before you knew it, he had you up in the air, his arms locked around your waist. You squealed and giggled, as Johnny walked over to the small couch that was in your trailer.
He tossed you on the couch, your back pressed dully into the cushions. He crawled in between your legs, his face ghosting over yours. His breath was stolen from his lungs as he looked down at the goddess laid before him, your cheeks flushed the prettiest salmon. You looked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust and want. It intoxicated him in the best way possible, and it made him want more.
More he got, as your hands snaked around his neck and pulled him back down roughly. Your lips reconnected and Johnny grunted against your lips, his hands going to your hips to raise them up against him. In this new angle, you could feel the hard press of the growing bulge in Johnnyâs jeans.
He pulled away from the bruising kiss, his breath fanning heavy over your face. A smile tugged at his lips, his head dipping down to your neck. Hot opened mouth kisses were pressed into your skin, the sharp edges of his teeth pressing gently into your neck. You writhed and whimpered under him, his hands tracing your sides with the softest of touches.
âThis okay?â He murmured against your skin as his fingers danced at the hem of your bralette, âWanna make you feel good.â
âYeah, ��m good.â You breathed out, helping him take off your bralette. He threw it into a random corner, his hands shaking as they ghosted over your breasts.
His eyes stayed stationary on the black barbells pushed through either of your nipples. Slowly, as if he was hesitant, his hands came to your breasts, kneading them. You let out a shaky breath, your heart hammering in your chest. His nimble fingers danced over the barbells, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth.
âYeah? Sensitive, ainâtcha?â He breathed out, his eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your breasts, âMy pretty girl.â He breathed out, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts.
His head dipped lower, his lips attaching to one of your nipples. It was like an electric current was sent through your whole body, the warm feeling of his mouth on the cold barbell made you shoot up. Your back arched, as a shaky wail came from your mouth. Johnny pulled back immediately, his face flashing with concern.
âNo, no, no!â You babbled, whining deep in your throat, âPl-Please.â You begged, your breath coming out in pathetic sounding pants.
âWell, I gotta listen when youâre begginâ so pretty for me.â Johnny chuckled, dipping his head back down. His mouth went back to your nipple, the warm feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple making you wail again.
His hand dipped to your jeans, fumbling with the button as he tried to undo it with one hand. A huff of breath left his nose and he pulled off of your breast, focusing his attention on your jeans.
âFuckinâ - goddamnit.â He cursed under his breath, making you giggle. You gently covered his hands with yours, helping him undo the button on your jeans, and you started to push them off of your hips. He caught the hem of your panties in his blunt nails, practically ripping both of them off of your legs. He threw both pieces of clothing to a random corner of your trailer, pushing your legs open. You tried to close your legs, a flare of embarrassment running hot through your veins, but he was much stronger than you were.
He growled, his lips kissing down your stomach, along your hip bone, tasting the cream of your skin mixed with the salt of sweat. He kissed down along your thigh, stopping just before where you needed it the most. You watched as his cheek pressed into your thigh, as he watched how you dripped and keened.
âLook at you, little one,â Johnny purred, causing you to whimper, your fingers tightening in his hair, âYou got this wet just from Daddy playinâ with them sexy piercinâs?â The southern twang in his voice drove you crazy, but the fact that he bit into the soft of your thigh caused you to keen again.
âJesus, donât fucking tease me.â You whined, your voice coming out breathless and needy. Johnny nipped at the junction where your thigh met your pelvis, and the feeling made you shudder underneath his hands.
âYou ainât got a single idea how bad Iâve wanted you like this.â His breath fanned hot over your clammy skin, his lips kissing lower and lower until he was right above your clit, âHearinâ you say my name like itâs the only prayer youâve known.â He groaned, his tongue darting out and kitten licking across your clit.
His lips attached to your pussy, his tongue exploring every single part of you. You whined, throwing your head back against the couch, as his movements were slow, agonizing in the best way possible. He switched between his tongue thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy and sucking on your clit. You let out a strangled moan as he offered a hard suck of your clit.
âGoddamn, babygirl. You taste just like honey.â He grunted against you, pulling back slightly, and wetting his middle and ring finger with his own saliva, âCould spend the rest of my life right here, face pressed into this fuckinâ pussy.â He murmured, lowering his head again. His lips attached to your clit, his middle finger slowly dipping into your pussy.
You came lighting up off of the couch, wailing out his name as he curled his finger, finding the spongy tissue that had you seeing stars. He chuckled against you, the vibration of his laugh making your heart flip in your chest.
His ministrations were eager, and before you knew it, he was adding the second finger into you. He curled his fingers hard, the pleasure thrumming through your veins hitting an all time high. Your hands came to his hair, your hips rolling against his face.
The coil inside your core started to wind tighter and tighter, as you shamelessly grinded against his face, trying to pull yourself closer to an orgasm. He moaned eagerly against you, clearly enjoying the entire situation himself. Tighter and tighter the coil inside you wound, Johnnyâs little grunts and moans against you doing nothing to help the situation.
The coil snapped, your orgasm rattling through your bones - your moans breathless and high pitched - as Johnny drank up all of your slick. Your breaths were heavy and ragged, Johnnyâs face still firmly planted between your thighs. The feeling started to border on overstimulating, so you tapped his head three times shakily. Johnny finally pulled his head back, his chin and lips wet.
âFuckinâ hell, youâre gonna kill me, doll.â He grunted against your hipbone, laughing shakily, âUsinâ my face like your own personal throne, I could get used to that.â He looked up at you with humor filled eyes, crawling back up towards your lips.
You kissed him breathlessly, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, your hands making quick work of ripping his shirt off of him and pushing his jeans down to his knees. He kicked off his shoes, awkwardly shoving his jeans off of his legs, the denim falling unceremoniously to the floor.
You adjusted on the couch, laying flat on your back horizontally, and Johnny slotted himself between your legs, the thick press of his cock against your weeping slit making you mewl. He fumbled around for a moment, trying to find his jeans.
âIâm on the-â You raised your arm, tapping your bicep, â-thing in arm. Good for three years.â You dropped your arm, your hand running down his chest. âYouâre good. Iâm clean.â
âYou sure?â He asked, his eyes meeting yours, âCanât promise Iâm gonna last long feelinâ this pussy raw.â He admitted, laughing awkwardly.
âIâm sure. No babies.â You pulled his face down to yours, kissing him breathlessly, âPump me full of cum, Daddy.â You purred.
âJesus Ch-â He let out a strangled grunt, resting his forehead against yours. His breath fanned hot against your face, his breath shaky, âYou tryna give an old man a heart attack?â He asked, his voice shaking. He opened his eyes, silently asking if it was okay again. You nodded, and he slowly started to push into you.
The feeling of his thick cock stretching you out made you wail into his shoulder, your blunt nails digging into his shoulders. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed in until he bottomed out. His breath was catching in his throat, his arm twitching as he gripped onto the back of the couch for dear life.
âFuckinâ hell, babygirl.â He grunted out, letting out a trembling exhale of breath, âPussyâs like a goddamned vice around me.â He spoke through gritted teeth, staying still to let you get used to the feeling of him inside you.
It was a silent couple of seconds before your muscles started to relax and he was able to start thrusting shallowly in and out of you. You whimpered and keened underneath him, and he hadnât even gotten started yet.
âHarderâŚâ You whispered, your voice begging helplessly, âDaddy, please.â
âAnything my babygirl wants.â Johnny whispered back to you, his hands moving to wrap around your neck, pulling himself impossibly closer to you. His hips slowly sped up, the pace rough but not brutal. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy in your ear.
âShit, Johnny.â You sucked in a breath through your teeth, whimpering in his ear as he set a steady pace. His hipbones smacked against your ass, causing a dull pain that only accentuated the pleasure.
It was a few moments of this steady pace before Johnny suddenly pulled back from where he was buried in your neck. You looked up at him with dazed eyes, confusion etching into your features. He shuddered out a breath as he met your eyes, a shaky smile crossing his face.
His hands shoved your thighs back, pushing your knees almost to your chest. In this angle, you could feel every inch of his cock as he pounded into you. You threw your head back, wailing out a mix of his name and a guttural scream. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you threw your head back against the small couch.
âYeah, thatâs it, my sweet girl.â He grunted through gritted teeth, his breath coming out in bursts, âYou take Daddyâs cock so fucking well. This goddamned pussy was made for this cock - Fuck!â He snarled, his hips speeding up. All you could do was hold on for dear life, your mind swimming with nothing but him and how fucking good this felt.
His hands came to your breasts, his fingers tweaking one of the barbells. Between his nimble fingers on your nipples sending waves of heat to your core, and him making a complete mess of your pussy, you felt yourself coming undone at the seams. The familiar coil in your core was winding tighter and tighter by the second, and the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell down your face. The pleasure was starting to border on the perfect blend of amazing and almost cruel. You met his eyes, your vision blurry from the tears, and you could see he had a wolfish grin on his lips.
âYeah, thatâs it. Cry over how fucking good this cock is.â He snarled, dipping his head down to your neck and leaving hot opened mouth kisses against your skin, âCould fucking live in this pussy, babygirl, Jesus Christ-!â His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you wailed out his name again, the coil suddenly snapping in your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body trembled, your pussy fluttering around him. Your body felt taut, as your orgasm rippled through your bones.
âOh fuck, babygirl-â He grunted out, his thrusts brutal and rapid, âJust like that⌠Daddyâs gonna fucking cum all in this pussy.â He growled in your ear, and all you could do was hold on for dear life.
A couple seconds later, he stilled, letting out a moan that would make a pornstar blush. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of you as thick, hot ropes of cum filled you. You writhed, still trying to come down from your high.
It was a silent couple of seconds as the two of you remembered how to breathe, and you were the first to make any form of a sound. You chuckled breathlessly, meeting Johnnyâs eyes.
âWell, remind me to accidentally strip in front of you more often.â You panted out, bringing your arms up and pulling Johnny into a kiss. His hands cradled the back of your head, holding your lips to his. He broke the kiss, laughing softly against your lips.
âAinât gotta be accidental no more, doll.â He pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, âYou got me hooked around your lilâ finger.â He smiled down at you, before the sound of someone banging on the door made you both jump. You swore under your breath, your heart racing.
âYe-Yeah?â You called, putting a finger to Johnnyâs lip to shush him.
âHey, are you two done fucking already? Your guysâ stunt is about to start.â Ehrenâs voice, which had the edge of awkwardness to it, rang out through the door and it took everything in you to not want to melt into the floor from embarrassment.
âWhy, you wanna join?â Johnny called and you smacked his arm, his loud cackle of a laugh making you roll your eyes.
âGross! Fuck no!â Ehrenâs voice was high pitched, and you could almost see him cringing, âFucking hell, Knox. Just get dressed and get your guysâ asses out here. Jeffâs pissed.â Ehren walked away from the door, and you could hear his soft muttering as he walked away. You snorted out a laugh, cringing as Johnny pulled out of you. He grabbed a couple of tissues from a table nearby, getting you as cleaned up as possible.
âWell, Iâm gonna have my own cum running down my neck.â He joked, and you groaned.
âEw! Johnny!â You whined, and he barked out a laugh.
âWhat? Iâm right!â He had a twinkle in his eye, helping you get up from the couch. Your hair was a mess, and your neck was covered with all sorts of love bites, âI ainât the one who decided you were gonna wear shorts that barely cover your ass while youâre up on my damn shoulders!â He helped you get dressed, putting on his own clothes quickly afterwards.
âSoâŚâ You trailed off, letting him run a brush through your hair. You smiled at the odd intimacy of the action, and he hummed, a question of âGo on?â, âWhenâs round two?â You asked, the question hanging thickly in the air.
âLetâs win this stupid chicken fight âtween Bam and Ryan, and maybe then weâll talk.â He chuckled darkly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek, âDonât worry, babygirl. Iâll have you walkinâ funny sooner rather than later.â He growled in your ear, sending a rush through you. He patted your butt, shaking his head, âBut come on. Before the Almighty Tremaine slits our damn throats for fuckinâ up his perfect lilâ schedule.â
You exited your trailer, and if it wasnât for the love bites on your neck and the flush that covered your cheeks, you were sure no one would have pegged you for having just had sex with Johnny. You, of course, would have been wrong.
âHow bigâs his cock, (Y/N)?â Bam all but screamed at you when you and Johnny made it to the set, and you bristled for a moment, âCome on, everyone heard you screaminâ his name!â
âJealous, are we?â Johnny asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, âToo bad she ainât gonna ever scream your name, Bambi.â
You chuckled, trying to pull your beanie down to hide your face in embarrassment. But as you looked up at Johnny, who was harassing Bam about being jealous still, that weird love you had for Johnny settled in your stomach again. But those were feelings for another day. You had more pressing matters, namely throwing Bam and Ryan off of a wooden beam so you could get round two.
You had a pretty good feeling youâd be getting what you wanted, regardless of what Johnny had said.
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Could you do a romantic x reader oneshot on Captain Man â¤ď¸ From- Henry Danger (Where a beautiful Fashion Designer in training (from: "Storybrooke, Maine") has a encounter with Captain Man at The John Hancock Center in Swellview where she accidentally gets trapped in a elevator with him, where Captain Man quickly starts to fall in love with her and flirts with her a bit during their time being trapped until Kid Danger comes and saves them, the reader secretly starts to find Captain Man very attractive as they shared a long passionate kiss until later on they were caught making out by Kid Danger after he and Schwoz got the elevator working)
(The reader is a vegetarian, she loves reading, designing clothes, she's attracted to masked men, she loves kickboxing and blue orchids, her favorite color is blue, she's claustrophobic, In Storybrooke her old job was working as a waitress at Granny's Diner, she loves animals)
(The reader doesn't who Ray Manchester and doesn't know that he's captain man, she was hoping to find a job in Swellview)
Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader
â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë masterlist ⢠ray manchester masterlist â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë
summary: oneshot where you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview
word count: 3.5k
warnings: none itâs literally just flirting
a/n: ok I actually love this idea so so much and I hope I did it justice for you. this request was so detailed so thank you babes <3 enjoy!! đđđ
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You clutched your portfolio tighter as you stepped off of the bus and into the warm, spring air. You still hadnât gotten used to the weather here in Swellview. Compared to your hometown of Storybrooke and the cold Maine temperatures this was practically a sauna.Â
   Pulling at your skirt, you turned your gaze upwards toward the towering building in front of you. John Hancock Center, read the giant block letters on the buildingâs front, Quality Fashion Since 1909. Â
   You breathed in a sigh. This was your chance. And you werenât going to become a famous fashion designer by standing outside on the sidewalk for hours. Walking into the establishment, you tried to give yourself a quick pep talkÂ
   Ok, you told yourself, this is what Iâm here for. I will get this job. Iâm going to walk in there and show them my designs and whatâs the worst that could happen? I donât get the job, have to move back to Maine, tell my parents they were right all along, and go back to waiting tables at Grannyâs DinerâŚ
   Ok, so the pep talk wasnât working. You looked down again at the paper in your hand. Floor 14, Suite B: 11:30am. You still had plenty of timeâyou were almost an hour earlyâbut you just wanted to make sure you didnât blow this. You couldnât help but chuckle to yourself at your over-preparedness. You figured you could probably just sit in the lobby while you waited and go over your designs and play out the interview in your head.Â
  Seeing no seats available in the packed building filled with well-dressed employees, you decided to try your luck upstairsâthere had to be a waiting area or at least a chair on the 14th floor, right?Â
  Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you headed towards the elevator. Seeing a mirror, you studied yourself in it for a moment.
  I look like a fashion designer, donât I? You asked yourself. You looked from your (y/e/c) eyes and your (y/h/c) hair to the outfit you had spent hours last night stying in various shades of your favorite blues and realized you did. Youâd worked like heck to get here and whatever happened in this interview wouldnât change that.Â
  Feeling significantly more calm than you had mere minutes ago, you stepped on to the elevator. You were just beginning to open the bag clutched beneath your arm when you paused as you realized alarms were going off in what sounded like the distance. It was hard to tell from the muffled elevator. Suddenly the elevator stoppedâon the 6th floor according to the lit-up buttons near the doors.Â
  Without warning the doors burst open, shoved apart with inhuman strength, and someone stepped into the small elevator.Â
  Captain Man.Â
   You recognized him instantly. Who wouldnât? Apart from his infamous red-and-blue superhero suit, it also had something to do with the fact that he was one of the biggest celebrities in Swellview, rivaled only by his sidekick Kid Danger. Something you had to get used to when you moved here not even 4 months ago.Â
  Personally you didnât quite understand the idolization people had for them. I mean sure, theyâd saved a lot of people over the years, or so youâd heard. But other cities survived without superheroes, didnât they?Â
  However, as Captain Man stepped into the elevator, you couldnât argue that the man was an imposing figureâand attractive.Â
   âYou go around the back, Kid. Iâm getting on the elevatorâ he shouted into his wristwatch.
   âWhy canât I take the elevator and you climb 18 flights of stairs?â you heard what must have been Kid Dangerâs reply over the communication device.Â
   âJust do it!â the superhero argued back.
   He stepped all the way into the elevator, not seeming to notice that another person was in it, and began pushing the button for the top floor repeatedly.
   You took a step backwards.Â
  âI donât think thatâs going to make it go any faster,â you commented.
  âLook lady, I think I know what Iâm dââ he turned around finally looking at you and stopped abruptly. âHello there, Iâm Captain Man, maybe youâve heard of me?â He smirked as he sauntered over to you, âAnd you are?â
   â(Y/n)â
   âWell (Y/n), whatâs a beautiful woman like yourself doing at the John Hancock Center?â
   You couldnât help but smile at the superhero. Youâd heard he was a flirt. Guess the rumors were true. âIâm here for a job interview. Iâm a fashion designer. Or, I will be, if this interview goes well.â
   âNo way! Iâm somewhat of a fashion designer myself. I did design this,â he gestured to his Captain Man suit with pride. You chuckled as he began posing, showing different elements of his superhero suit.Â
   âStay focused, man!â Kid Dangerâs voice startled you again.Â
   âDonât you have stairs to climb?â Captain Man yelled into his watch as he scowled and headed back towards the front of the elevator.Â
   âWhat exactly is going on?â You asked as you tried to understand what was happening.Â
   Captain Man turned to look at you. âJust your average burglary, nothing I canât handle, beautiful.â He winked at you, and you found yourself blushing. You shook it off.Â
   âAnd youâre pushing the button to every floor, because? I do have a job interview to get to.â
   He paused as if to consider this when a rumbling sound and the building shaking as if victim to an earthquake interrupted his train of thought. You clutched your portfolio tighter.Â
   âWhat was that?â
   âIâm sure it was nothing,â he waved his hand in the air âDonât worry, I have everything under contrââ
   The place shook harder and this time even Captain Man himself seemed vaguely worried.Â
   âKid? Situation?â He asked his watch.
   âI think Minyak is on the roof and heâs somehow weakening the structure of the building,â came his reply, âIâm going toââ His voice was cut off by a loud bang and then nothing happened.
   Silence filled the elevator.Â
   âKid? KID?â When no response came, Captain Man rushed to push the button for the top floor again.
   âDr. Minyak?! You said this was a âsimple burglaryâ!â You shouted over the noise ofâwhatever was going on up on the roofâas you watched the lights on the buttons move along the wall while the elevator went up and up. From what you had heard, Dr. Minyak was one of Swellviewâs most notorious criminals. You sighed and glanced at your watch. Luckily you were early to your interview.
   âIt was a simple burglary! Dr. Minyak came here to steal all the designs for the Swellview Fashion Show this weekend so he could win once and for allâor something like that.â He shrugged.
   You tilted your head to the side, âMinyak? Fashion show?â
   âI donât know, something about a childhood dream and a lost career in fashionâŚâ He rolled his eyes. âBut that doesnât explain why heâs on the roof and whyââ
   A loud bang filled your ears followed by a sound like metal scraping metal and the elevator stopped moving abruptly. Captain Man tried opening the doors, but they wouldnât budge.Â
   âAw sweet beans and rice! Minyak jammed the elevator!â Captain man slammed his fist into the elevator wall. âI shouldâve just taken the stairs!â
   You gulped
   âStuck?â
   You had never exactly been a fan of elevators, I mean sure they saved you having to walk multiple flights of stairs. But you didnât exactly love the idea of being in a small metal box suspended between floors of a tall building. And being extremely claustrophobic didnât exactly help.Â
   The superhero began pushing the emergency call button over and over until with a snap! it popped off.Â
   âOops,â he muttered sheepishly. âGreat, now Iâll have to call Schwoz, if I can get a signal, and meanwhile Minyak is getting away again and Kid Danger could be in troubleââ
   He kept talking but you werenât paying attention.Â
   Stuck. Trapped.Â
   You sucked in a long, deep breath. The air in the elevator suddenly seemed warmer and you pulled at the collar of your shirt. Was the elevator getting smaller or was it just you?
   âAlright Schwoz, just get here as soon as you can.â Captain Man hung up the phone and turned to you, âHelp is on the way, so we should be outta here in aboutâ(Y/n)?â
   He took in your panicked expression and your arms clutching the railing as your knuckles turned white, your back now firmly pressed to the wall.Â
   â(Y/n), are you ok?âÂ
   âOh Iâm great. No, other than being suspended who-knows-how-many feet in the air with no escape, Iâm doing just fine,â you snapped.
   âHey, itâs ok, I have someone coming whoâs going to get us out of here. Shouldnât be more than,â he hesitated, âan hour?â
   âAn hour?â You were definitely going to be late to this job interview.
   âLook, Iâm doing the best I can, alright? And for now, how are you with small spaces?â
   âWe donât exactly get along,â you said, âWe are going to get out of here, arenât we?â
   âTrust me,â he put a hand on your arm gently, ânothing badâs going to happen to you.â As if you punctuate this remark, the elevator shook, sending chills down your spine.
   âDo you mind!â Captain Man yelled up at the roof of the elevator. âAnyways, donât worry, I promise weâll be rescued in plenty of time for you to get to your interview.â
   You certainly hoped so. You couldnât miss this opportunity. Captain man leaned on the wall across from you and sighed. He was silent for a moment, and thenâ
   âSo, fashion designer, huh? I mean, whatâs your story? Howâd you decide thatâs what you wanted to do?â He saidÂ
   âWhatâs my story?â You raised an eyebrow at him.
   âWell I figure if weâre going to be trapped in here, might as well get to know each other,â he shrugged, âAnd itâll take your mind off the whole walls-closing-in thing.â
   You rolled your eyes at him but you couldnât help but smile.Â
   âAlright,â you started, taking a deep breath. It couldnât hurt to pass the time talking to the superhero in front of you. âWell, Iâve always wanted to design fashion, ever since I was a little girl. I grew up in Storybrooke, Maine and, well, there werenât exactly a lot of opportunities presenting themselves in the fashion industry, so I came to Swellview.â
   âOf course, my parents donât exactly approve of me throwing away my schooling and âstable careerâ to take a chance at fashion. But they gave me 6 months to come out here and pursue my dream before Iâm cut off completely. Or Iâll have to go back to Maine, back to college, and beg my boss at Grannyâs Diner to let me back on, which wonât exactly be easy given the way I left, proclaiming my success before it even happened.â
   âIâve been to exactly 9 interviews, so,â you gestured around you, âhere I am. Tenth times the charm!â
   You instinctively clutched your portfolio closer as you thought back to the day you left your hometown and decided to take a risk for a future you wanted to have. You remembered the nervous feeling mixed with excitement and adrenaline as you got on the plane headed for Swellview. You didnât regret it, not in the slightest. It only made you remember how important this interview was, a determined look setting on your face.
   Captain Man watched you intently as you told him your life story. You couldnât believe how easy it was to just tell him everything. Everything that had been worrying you for the past few months. The knot in your chest began to loosen. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didnât, leaving the elevator silent save for the distant sirens you assumed had something to do with Dr. Minyak.
  You crossed your arms, âWell, what about you? Whyâd you decide you wanted the superhero gig? I assume you werenât born in a mask and spandex.â
  He chuckled, âWell, first of all thereâs the fact I get stuck in elevators with gorgeous women during my jobâŚâ
   You smiled and tried to ignore the blush once again heating your cheeks.Â
   âAnd also, I get to save people. I mean, Kid Danger and I have kept this city safe from a lot of dangerous people. I guess I just really care about the citizens of Swellview and protecting them. Honestly, I donât know what all of you would do without me,â he smiled haughtily, laughter in his eyes.Â
   You rolled your eyes, smiling back at him, âOh I donât know, I think weâd be all right.â
   âNot a fan of superheroes?â He feigned offense.
   âI just think people can handle themselves, without superheroes saving them all the time,â you answered truthfully.
   âMaybe you just havenât been saved by the right superhero,â he challenged with a smirk.Â
   âYou call this saving me?ââ You asked playfully.
  âIn due time,â he said, âRight now, Iâm entertaining you arenât I? Bet you arenât thinking about being trapped in a tiny elevator anymore.â
   âI wasnât.âÂ
   You couldnât deny it though, you were enjoying his company. You had forgotten about your current situation. Or if not forgotten, at least became more calm. You took a deep breath and shifted your designs to the other side of your body. Captain Man followed the movement with his eyes.Â
   âHey, whatâs in the bag?â He asked, indicating the pack containing all of your designs.Â
   You instinctively put your arm over it, âOh, this? iItâs nothing, just some of my designs,â you shrugged.Â
   âMind if I take a look?â He reached out an arm and reluctantly you handed it over to him. What did you have to lose?Â
   Captain Man took the bag from you and slid to the ground to examine your sketches and drawings. You sat down with him chewing your thumbnail nervously. Youâd never really shown anyone your ideas before, other than possible employers and that hadnât exactly worked out too well.Â
  You glanced up at Captain Man self-consciously. He had now taken out multiple of your designs and was flipping through them, his eyebrows raised. You chastised yourself for being this anxious to hear his opinion. Your confidence didnât depend on what he thought of your designsâŚdid it?
   âWow, (Y/n), these areâŚâ He looked up at you, awe on his face, âIf these people donât give you a job theyâre out of their minds!âÂ
  You gave him an embarrassed smile, your face warm. It meant a lot to you to hear himâanyoneâsay that. He handed you your deigns back, his gloved hand brushing yours as he did so.Â
   You looked up at him and he met your eyes, but you couldnât quite read his expression as his eyes bore into yours.Â
  Bang! Bang! Bang!Â
  You were both startled by a pounding on the elevator door. Your heart in your chest, you sprung up and Captain Man man jumped in front of you, his arm across your body as he shielded you from whatever was on the other side of the door.Â
   âHello?â Captain Man called
   âYes?â The voice called back
   Captain Manâs expression broke into relief as he shook his head smiling, âSchwoz!â He lifted the arm that had been across your body and rested his hand on his hip.Â
   So this must be the man who the superhero was calling before! You almost laughed; you were saved! Even as you rejoiced, you couldnât help but feelâŚnot disappointed, but you werenât quite as relieved as you thought youâd be. Youâd been enjoying your time with Captain Man.
   âSo can you get us out of here?â He asked.Â
   âHmmâŚhopefully. The systemâs really jammed,â Schwoz said, âIâm going to need to go and get some equipment. Is anyone in there with you?â
   Captain Man looked over at you. âJust one smokinâ hot fashion designer,â he winked and you crossed your arms teasingly.Â
   âOoh can I see?â Came Schwozâs reply.
   âKinda trapped in here, remember?â Captain Man rolled his eyes.
  âOh, right,â he said sheepishly with a nervous chuckle, âwell, Iâm going to go now. Iâll be right back.â
  âSchwoz no, donât leave!â Captain Man banged on the door. No reply came back. âDang it Schwoz!âÂ
   You sighed. So close, you thought. You only hoped the strange man was, in fact, coming right back. You glanced at your watch. You still had almost half-an-hour before youâd be officially late to your interview. There was still time. However, you found yourself caring less and less about your appointment. You scolded yourself for thinking it, but you were almost glad to have a little more time with Captain Man before youâd go your separate ways. You couldnât deny you enjoyed his companyâand even his flirting.
  You glanced at him and found him watching you intently. He stepped towards you.
   âSo, weâre almost out of here,â you said to break the silence.Â
   He nodded. âYou say that like itâs a good thing,â he said playfully.Â
   âI bet you say that to all the girls youâre trapped with,â you shot back. Â
   Captain Man laughed, âNot all of them, just the ones I really like.âÂ
   He took another step towards you.
   âYou get trapped in elevators with a lot of women, do you?âÂ
   âJust the one,â he admitted, âbut Iâm thinking about doing it more often.â
   You were close to him now. Really close. You studied his features; the teasing smile on his face, the way his mask fit around his cheekbones, his eyesâthey really were a beautiful blue, you thoughtâand finally his lips.
   âWhy?â You breathed.
   âSo I can do this.â He leaned towards you and suddenly his lips were on yours. Captain Man was kissing you.Â
   And you were kissing him back. One of his hands went to your hair, the other pressed firmly against your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, his chest pressed against you. You couldnât believe this was happening. You couldn't believe how little you cared about your interview. And then you couldn't think of anything else but the man in front of you.Â
   Vaguely you registered hearing a loud noise, but you ignored it. Neither of you noticed as the elevator doors were pushed open and two figures rushed in.
   âCaptain man youâre ok, IâMy eyes, oh, my eyes are burning!â A voice exclaimed.
   âWoah, I see what you mean, she is hot,â another voice said
   Upon hearing the voices, you broke apart quickly. A short man with a tool belt and a teenager who could only be Kid Danger, his clothes covered in scorch marks and dust, stood in front of you. The latter was running his hands over his face, pretending to clean his eyes.Â
   You glanced at them sheepishly. Captain Man ran a hand through his hair.
   âGo on,â said the man who must have been Schwoz with a mischievous grin, âpretend weâre not even here.â
   âWell, guess we didnât need to get the elevator running, looks like you were having a great time!â Kid Danger scowled at Captain Man but you could tell he was relieved see his friend safe.Â
   Captain Man turned towards his sidekick and Schwoz. âAnyways,â he said, âIâm glad youâre ok, Kid. And thanks to both of you for getting us out of here.â
   âIt was easy work really,â Schwoz joked.
   A short silence filled the room. As if remembering you were there, the superhero quickly introduced you. âOh guys, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is my assistant Schwozââ
   âAssistant?â
   ââmy coworker Schwoz, and you probably know my sidekick, Kid Danger.â
   You guys greeted each other awkwardly until Kid Danger checked his watch and said, âAlright, we better get out of here. Minyakâs still on the run and heâs not going to capture himself. We wouldnât really be superheroes if we just let him go.âÂ
   Captain Man turned to you. âSpeaking of which, you still feel the same way about superheroes?â He smirked
   âI might be revising my opinion,â you smiled
   âWell, good luck with your interview (Y/n). And, hey, if youâre ever need some more design inspiration, you know, for when youâre world famous, I hear Junk Nâ Stuff might be a good place to look,â he winked at you and you were still contemplating what exactly he meant by that when he leaned down and kissed you gently.
   âBye (Y/n).â
   And with that the superhero and his friends were gone, rushing down the hallway to look for a super villain and bring justice to this city. You smiled to yourself scarcely believing the events of the day.
   âBye Captain Man.â
   You stepped off the elevator and onto the floor, checking your watch and slinging your bag over your shoulder as you started to head towards your interview. Except this time, you thought to yourself, youâd take the stairs.Â
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Ë°â˘*â⡠hope you enjoyed yâall!! i had so much fun writing this and I hope someone else has fun with it. i literally love ray and so iâm over the moon that heâs got a lil internet community đ¤ thank you to the anon who requested this <3
#ray manchester#henry danger x reader#henry danger fanfiction#ray manchester x reader#captain man x reader#captain man#danger force#kid danger#henry hart#schwoz schwartz#cooper barnes x reader#x y/n#ray manchester actually deserves so much more love#actually such a simp for him not gonna lie#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#henry danger#dangerverse#cooper barnes
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The Hottest guy on the team
Prompt: Baseball Au where Henry plays travel baseball and one of his teammates has an attractive sister who watches the games.
I feel like Henry would be a great baseball player ngl. Also can anyone catch the reference to a song I snuck in here?? đ
Summary: What happens when Henry sees a competor flirting with his y/n. Will he finally admit his burning crush for his teammates sister or will he let her get flirted with right in front of him.
Warnings: Lose of a championship, little bit of violence, little bit of a forbidden relationship, jealous and protective Henry, use of y/n, no pronouns used đŤśđź
Fluffy and some angst
Every summer boys with a love and talent of baseball would join the Riptides traveling team. They went to most of the neighboring towns and states, traveling to beat the teams. They were undefeated until someone missed the winning home run on a championship game aswell due to being .... a little distracted.
"Yo Hart! You're up to base next, get your helmet on." The coach yells to the hottest guy on the team. I look up from my phone to watch and stare as I see Henry take some practice swings. He's unbelievably hot but my brother would kill me if I even tried anything, I've known Henry since I was 12. I'm now 15 and have had a raging crush on him for 3 years.
Henry goes up to the base, swings 3 times; my lucky number I've told him, and hits it! He runs all the way to second base before having to stop. I watch him fondly basically drooling as my brother would say.
As I'm staring at Henry I see the second baseman for the other team wink at me. He must have been thinking I was looking at him, but I know it would be weird if I was staring at Henry so I kinda play along. It doesn't matter, I think to myself, I'll never see him again, besides he's kinda cute.
Henry sees this flirty exchange between me and the guy that's next to him. He glares at the baseman.
The next time Henry is up to bat, it's the last inning; with the score being tied. If he gets a home run he will win the game for his team. But should he not his team will surely lose. He had to concentrate, but that guy, #16, keeps looking at me, staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. He can't stand the way that guy looks at me.
Instead of hitting that home run Henry instead hit #16 square in the face. Causing the Riptides to lose the championship this year.
I ran over to Henry asking why he hit him and all he could say was, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you..." while avoiding my brother's stare.
"I don't like people looking at my-" "at you the way he was. It was inappropriate and disgusting." Henry says recovering from almost calling me his girl.
"Henry, are you... jealous?" I ask walking towards him. "What! No why would I be jealous of that creep." he says defensively. "You so are! You're mad he winked at me and did the call me signal at me!" I say almost yelling from the sudden realization I just had. "Just drop it y/n!" he yells before storming off to his car.
Later back at the camping grounds after my brother had fallen asleep, I sat outside on the porch, looking at the stars, admiring from afar.
Henry slowly walked up to me before sitting down. He leaned his head against my shoulder saying nothing but it meant the most. It meant that I was right that he liked me back, it meant he wanted to be with me, but it also confirmed my fear that he couldn't unless my brother would agree.
We sat in silence that night just happy with each other's presence.
The next day I woke up to my brother and Henry fighting. Andrew was yelling something about "it would be weird!" and Henry was yelling "but it shouldn't be up to you! I was just asking outta respect!"
I groggily got out of my bed fixing my appearance before walking out into the room. "What the hell are y'all on about at 7 am in the morning on a Saturday!" I yell mad about the sleep I could have been getting. Henry locks eyes with me and I've never seen a look so intense.
He strides over to me and kisses me. It's nothing I've felt before. It feels so right but so wrong; especially since my brother is standing there, mouth agape. The kiss just feels right, the way he possessively pulls my waist to him, the way he plays with my hair with his other hand, the way his lips are as soft as the clouds. I think I could die now and be happy for eternity knowing I kissed the hottest guy on the team's lips.
Sincerely, Coraline Jones đââŹ
#Henry#henry hart#reader x henry danger#henry danger#kid danger#reader x kid danger#baseball#love#brothers friend#jealousy#fight#henry#reader x henry hart
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KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????
Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons
- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you
- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom itâs a whole different story
- the only times heâll submit to you completely is if he knows youâve been having a rough day or if itâs your birthday
- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough youâll feel his bite because you wonât be able to walk the next day
- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till heâs about to cry if you want him to submit for the night
- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week
- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and heâll have to be drug off you
- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then heâll get hard by just the sight or even when itâs mentioned
- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom
- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobraâs lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you
- once he gets between your legs he doesnât want to get out and if you try to pull him away heâll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didnât like him going down on you
- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and heâll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses
#kobra kid#kobra kid xreader#danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#danger days#the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#mcr fanfiction#mcr5 is real#mcr x reader#mcr5#mcr tumblr#mcrmy#mcr#my chemical mikey#mikey way#mikey way x reader
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By the time Baxter turned 30, he was happy, more or less. He had a job he loved, a beautiful apartment filled with beautiful things. He'd gotten back into dancing and made time for it regularly. And he had friends -- friends that he'd made years ago and somehow, against all odds, managed to keep.
But some nights, after he left game night at Jude and Scott's, or after having dinner with Terry and Miranda, he felt lonely. Not in a profound sense like he'd been used to, but a little nagging ache telling him that he'd like someone to come home to when the day was over.
Then you came into the picture. And the ache became a throbbing need.
You worked at the office with him -- not with him directly, but he saw you often enough to start liking you. You were about five years younger than him, he figured, and so bright and funny and smart. And beautiful. So, so beautiful.
Baxter found himself incredibly drawn to you, but also scared to actually try for anything more than the easy, teasing friendship you eventually built together. What if he messed it up? What if he wouldn't be good for you? What if he did something to dull your light?
One night, months after the two of you began talking regularly, he ran into you after a later-than-usual night at the office. He'd stayed late, finishing up some work he'd needed to get done for an upcoming wedding, and you had been doing the same thing. Usually when he spoke to you, it was with coworkers and clients wandering around, but tonight was different. Tonight he had you all to himself.
He exchanged pleasantries with you in the hallway -- he asked what you were working on, made some idle chit chat, all while trying not to notice how much he wanted you. He was so focused on keeping his feelings in check that he accidentally tuned you out
"Hmm?" he asked as you looked at him expectantly. "I'm sorry, I seem to have spaced out for a moment."
"What are you thinking about so hard?" you asked. "Pretty rude, honestly."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, "It wasn't my intention to be rude, I simply --"
He stopped talking when you started laughing. You were teasing him. Of course. But this only served to get him even more distracted, watching your easy smile, directed only at him. His eyes fixed in on your lips, and you stopped laughing.
"If you want to kiss me, you can," you told him, still with a smirk.
"Oh, I ... I didn't mean ..." he floundered, more flustered than he'd been in years. Maybe ever. "I mean, I would like to ... but I don't mean to ..."
You watched him start and stop and sputter and ramble before finally putting him out of his misery. You put your hands on his shoulders, then slid them down to grab onto the lapels of his jacket, pulling him in for a kiss.
It wasn't like any first kiss that he'd ever had. It was deep and almost impossibly intimate, with your tongue slipping into his mouth soon after your lips touched his. You used his jacket to pull him in closer, and he wrapped his arms around you, helpless to your advances but more than happy to have you take the lead.
When you finally pulled back, Baxter was a mess. Cheeks flushed, clothes wrinkled, heart pounding wildly -- but happy.
"Fix your hair," you told him, reaching out to ruffle his black locks. "You look wrecked."
With that, you turned and walked away. In a daze, he watched you walk away, down the hall and towards the main exit. Then you were gone.
Baxter had always known himself to be forward when it came to romance. But now, when it came to you, he had a feeling he wouldn't mind letting you take the lead.
#our life beginnings and always#baxter ward#baxter x mc#baxter x you#baxter x reader#baxter ward x reader#baxter ward x you#baxter ward x mc#hey if this reads a little weird just know that i wrote the whole entire thing because i had one dumb line in my head#where baxter gets a crush on someone a little younger then when they make a move he tells them that he's too old and too dangerous for them#then they laugh like âok you remus lupin ass bitchâ and kiss him anyway#when i tell you i've been thinking âyou remus lupin ass bitchâ for days i am not kidding
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Protective
Kid Danger X Superhero!Reader
Warnings: Assault, kidnapping, bruises, fighting, but it's fine bc they get a happy ending đ
Summary: Kid Danger, also known as Henry Hart, also known as your boyfriend, has been kidnapped by Dr. Minyak. It's your and Captain Man's job to go save him.
"Schwoz, are you going to sit there and mope about how he's been kidnapped or are you going to find him?!" You screamed at him.
"Look, Y/n, just because you're mad doesn't mean you get to scream at us." Schwoz says, making you even more mad. You stared at him blankly before reaching out to hit him, but Ray stopped you. "Okay, well, do you have his location or not?" Ray questioned for you.
It takes him a little bit to answer, but after 5 seconds of him mashing buttons, he finally turned, nodded his head, and smiled. We all jumped out of our seats and cheered.
"He's at the abandoned factory near 6th street." Ray and I walked over to the center of the room and took a gumball out of our tubes, ready to save Henry.
Henry had been missing for 2 days now, and you missed him so much. You barely had talked to Schwoz, Charlotte, or Ray. Not even Jasper, either. And Jasper has been your absolute bestfriend since the 2nd grade. You told everything to him. But nobody could replace Henry, he was like your second half. He was the reason you loved to wake up in the morning. He was the reason you fell asleep. He was the reason for everything you did.
And that thought is what made you so determined to find your bestfriend and love of your life.
You both quickly blew a bubble and you watched as your casual outfits transform into your uniform. You rushed to the tubes and nodded at the same time to eachother.
"Up the tubes!"
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As you and Captain Man ran to the factory, you could hear screams that awfully sounded like your boyfriend. You felt a tear drip down your cheek hearing that he's in pain.
You couldn't take it anymore, you went over to the door and kicked it open with Ray following you. You could see Henry look up, his face immediately brightening seeing that you found him.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Girl Danger and Captain man, here to save their precious friend." Dr. Minyak spoke. You weren't even focusing on him, you were just looking at your boyfriend. You could see a bruise on his eye, his hair messed up, and a few cuts on his lip. You tore yourself up inside, blaming yourself for letting him get injured.
"I've had enough of you, Minyak. Give me Kid Danger, and you don't have to wake up unconscious here with absolutely no memory." You boasted, explaining how badly you would hurt him if he didn't give him back.
"You're going to have to try harder, Girl Danger. I won't let you take him that easily." Minyak whistled, and a few men walked out of the doors on the side. Looks like he had backup beforehand.
You cracked your knuckles and tied your hair up into a ponytail. You raised your fists and replied, "Try. Me."
You ran over to the first man and tried to punch him, but he blocked your hand and then twisted it. You whimpered in pain, but quickly kicked him in the stomach. He fell backwards and let go of your fist, letting you round-house kick him in the face.
You could see the next man walking over to you, but you planned ahead and kicked him where the sun don't shine. You turned your head and saw the rest of the men down on the ground, having Captain Man kicking their asses.
While Captain Man fought Minyak, you sneakily ran over to your boyfriend and untied him. As soon as his arms and legs were free, he immediately fell onto the floor, kneeling onto you. You could feel water on your shoulder from his eyes, you felt so bad leaving him for two days in this hellhole.
You massaged his back while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, consisting of, "Sh, it's okay, you're safe now."
You lifted up his head and pressed your forehead against his. You looked deep into his teary, beautiful eyes and promised him,
"I will always rescue you."
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#henry danger#henry hart x reader#henry hart#kid danger#ray manchester#captain man#schwoz schwartz#charlotte page#jasper dunlop
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She Saw (part 2)
henry hart x reader
summary: After Piper saw you kiss kid danger, you're forced to tell your boyfriend that you "cheated" on him.
warnings: mention of cheating, fake fight, petnames (sweetheart, babe), cuddling
pt1, pt2
"Hen, I have something to tell you," I took a deep breath as I glanced between Piper and My boyfriend, trying not to smile.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to me, "Is- is everything alright?"
Shaking my head I began, "Babe, I'm sorry. Last night I- kissed kid danger."
Now, his look was more confused than worried.
He grabbed my arm and began to walk to his room, "Piper, stay down here."
Once we reached his room, he let go of my arm.
"Are you okay? You know that I'm Kid Danger, right? you kissed me last night."
I nodded, "Yes, I know. But Piper doesn't."
"Oh."
"Yeah and she kinda saw us," Trailing off, I sit down on henrys bed.
He follows suit, laying down at a weird angle.
When i can't contain my giggle, I lay down beside him, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Dang you're cold," I jump as i make contact with his bare skin.
He nods, "And tired."
I hug him close as I pull his blanket over us, our breathing matching in pace.
"Hey, sweetheart, guess what."
Leaning my head up a bit, I 'hm?' in response.
"I love you."
"Guess what, babe?"
He copies my noise.
"I love you too."
kinda wanna rewrite both parts of this in my new style...
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