#enjoy the spicy glimpse of my leg

[obstinatecondolement]

She's sitting on my stomach now, so maybe I am forgiven for holding her in place while my sister gave her the horrible pill (that she spit out like nine times). Granted, she is kneading my bare skin with her claws, but I think it's meant in a friendly way.

[eyenniie]

౨ৎ ; Cheerleader ♡

Pairings : Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax x fem!reader

Warnings: nfsw, spicy but will possibly be in two parts (sorry bunnies), bimbo!reader, footballplayer!Ajax, cursing, modern!au

a/n ; n js so yuu kno bunnies, this is my first time writing anything spicy so sorry if it's cheesy ml..♡

It was a typical school day, well after school day.

Nothing out of the ordinary of course.

Ajax was sitting down around his many football friend, half lidded eyes seemingly staring at a particular girl dressed in a skimpy and revealing cheer uniform among her many friends, innocently enjoying being surronded by her cheer buddies.

(Y/N)'s friendgroup was the loudest among many of her other classmates in the classroom, without them the class would ve filled with a awkward quietude as they were possibly the only source of sound in that room.

Usually, they only ever discussed about cheer, whether it be practice or gossip about another one of the cheerleaders on the opposing team.

But on this very day, the girl's were discussing about a very different topic: If (Y/N) had gotten her first kiss, and most importantly, if she lost her virginity to anyone on the premisis.

The conversation had started off small and innocent, but turned into a big Q/A for poor (Y/N), she could only sit there and endure being asked questions on whether or not she had slept with anyone yet.

This had piqued the attention of a certain ginger haired classmate of hers, who may or may not have a big fat crush on her, and possibly a raging boner at the thought of her being fucked brain-dead by he himself—

"You'kay man? You look red— like, Diluc's hair red.." One of Ajax's friends said, Itto, who was sipping on some water before Diluc had slapped the back of his neck, causing the dude to start choking.

Diluc wore a scowl on his face, similiar to one of the more shorter players, who was also Aiax's bestfriend, Scaramouche.

Ajax could only give a forced, wry smile whilst crossing his legs to try and hide the tent building up in his basketball shorts.

"Nah, i'm fine, y'know.. Just really excited for this season's playoff's.." He could clearly feel the thick atmosphere inside the classroom, knowing his teammates do not believe his empty words that uttered his lips.

Kaeya knew about the ginger's crush on one of the cheerleaders, hell, everyone in his friendgroup knew about it. Considering it was quite obvious, Ajax would always get distracted by the sway of her hips during their practices— And to top it all off, that cheerleading uniform that the school provided, everytime he would get a good glimpse of her in that short miniskirt..

He couldn't take it, all Ajax wanted to do was fuck her behind the bleachers, rough and hard..

"We could all see the pathetic stares you give her Childe, man up and ask her out, you pussy.." A hoarse, rough voice spoke, his purple haired bestfriend had an shit eating grin plastered on his face.

Oh how Ajax wanted to bitch slap that look right off that cheeky little bastard's face, but he knew he'd only make things much worse.

Playing dumb was the only thing thht he could do in this moment, trying to save himself from looking like a lovesick puppy. "I don't know what you mean, ask who out?" Of course, no one believed him, it was quite obvious that his eyes were set on someone.

"Dude, even Itto knows you like (Y/N), and his IQ is lower than a donkey's.." One of his friends joked.

Itto, who was picking his nose a few seconds ago, slapped the guy's head in response to the small comment.

It was pointless for Ajax to fight back, of course, they were right after all, he did have a crush (and a raging boner lol) because of (Y/N), who also, had a huge crush on him.

Before Ajax could give his friend's another glare, a small object from (Y/N)'s desk hit the hard wooden floor with a small 'clink', wondering if he should get up and get it for her, Ajax wanted to see how thing's would play out.

"Oopsies!— Hold on I dropped something, ehe~!"

A certain high pitched voice rung out, It was (Y/N).. Who was know currently bending over to get the item she dropped, that same mini skirt barely covering her panties that were on full display for poor Childe..

"Oh my fucking god.." Childe muttered with widened eyes, thing's had gotten even worse for the poor ginger haired male..

౨ৎ ; Pt.2 coming out soon luvs<3

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 55)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (49) & Alexia Putellas x Character (15)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**3.7k | All Alexia's POV | mentions of Jordan and Leah**))

Alexia had been wondering how she was on the plane. Why she was on the plane. Why she would possibly go to London. And then Ridley arrived and deep down Alexia didn’t want to admit it was because of her.

Her, Alexia Putellas Segura, Captain of Spain and Barcelona. World Cup winner. Ballon d’Or winner. All of the awards and accolades you could think of. Known for her dominance, her resilience, her unbridled passion and need to prove that she is one of the best. To push herself.

Somehow undone by the woman whose eyes were locked on her own. None of it made sense.

None of it.

Except that it did.

Jordan’s hand tightening around hers was the only thing that snapped her from her own mind.

“Is that Ridley?” Jordan asked, leaning over to see.

Ridley was talking to a flight attendant and out of politeness, turned her attention to him as they shared a hug and a short exchange. She really did know everybody.

When they were finished, she put her work bag on the ground and stepped forward to better see the foursome.

“I heard we had trouble in the front row.”

Blau rolled her eyes. “Riddles, what did you do?”

“And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me, baby.” She squatted down and readjusted Blau’s straight, braced leg on her reclined chair. “Job came in last minute. I don’t need to fly, just a routine flight review so I thought, why not? Better?”

“Yeah, thanks. And how fortuitous.”

“What can I say? I’m a lucky gal.”

She stood in the aisle between them and that woody, spicy musk sent a warm, welcome shiver down Alexia’s spine.

“You’re lucky you made it in time.” Lucy teased.

“Firstly, where’s the excitement? Hi, Ridley! Nice to see you! Secondly, this assignment was last minute-”

“-you decide the assignments.” Blau cut off.

“And thirdly, I am not late. We’re waiting for our departure slot and I was using that time to get you all a surprise.”

“Is the surprise supposed to be you?” Jordan asked and Ridley tutted at her.

“You’re my next Voodoo doll, Nobbs.”

Alexia enjoyed the sight of everybody ganging up on her.

“Where’s Chiquito?”

“Making friends with Narla, I presume.”

“Where’s the surprise?” Lucy asked, earning her a slap but she persisted.

“Are we safe on this thing?” Jordan asked.

She looked over at Alexia and their eyes met before Ridley spotted her and Jordan holding hands. She raised an eyebrow, obviously amused.

“Yes, you are safe Nobbs. But I’m sure Alexia won’t mind holding your hand all flight.”

“I feel a lot safer with you here, actually.” Alexia felt Jordan’s hand ease its pressure on her own. “Can I try on your hat?”

Ridley audibly groaned. “No surprise for you all, then. The cabin crew can have them.”

Lucy perked up. “Was it food?”

Blau and Alexia exchanged an eye roll of a look that Alexia enjoyed. Of course that would excite Lucy.

“Perhaps. Regardless, offer rescinded.”

Lucy huffed and sat back in her seat with a pout, Blau lacing fingers with her with a grin.

“I’m off to see my victims for the day. Blue, call me if you need me.”

“Yes, mum.”

Ridley walked away and grabbed her bag, again talking to the flight attendant and handing him a few things. Both Alexia and Blau found themselves leaning into the aisle to try and see what, but Ridley spun and winked, knowing they’d be curious, and they didn’t catch a glimpse.

She understood what Jordan meant. She also felt a lot safer knowing that Ridley was there.

It was only a few minutes later when another announcement came through.

“Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Captain speaking. We now have a departure slot, and our chief pilot onboard with us. We will be starting up and pushing back in just over five minutes time. Again, apologies for the delay and cabin crew arm doors and cross-check.”

“Fucking ridiculous!” Alexia heard a man’s voice grunt in Catalan. She turned to see him up out of his seat and complaining to one of the flight attendants.

“Sir, please sit back down. We’re starting up soon.”

“I’ve never had a problem with this company before until today when we have a female first officer flying.”

“First officer Rivera is a very skilled pilo-”

“I don’t care, I want the man to fly. Go tell him.”

Alexia couldn’t believe it. But she also could. She’d been around sexism her whole life.

The cabin crew were unable to calm the man down and eventually one sighed and made their way to the flight deck. The man pushed his way up into first class and huffed impatiently.

To Alexia’s surprise, the female pilot came out instead of the Captain. She tried to reason with him in Catalan, but he seemed to just be offended by the fact that they’d sent a woman out.

“Just go get me that chief pilot of yours. The fighter pilot. He’ll be able to fly the fucking thing.”

Obviously the man hadn’t seen that Ridley was in fact, a female. To her credit, the first officer persisted politely.  Alexia was turned and watching the conversation, about to jump in when Ridley arrived and lightly tapped the woman’s shoulder, encouraging her to go back to the flight deck. She looked relieved but a little nervous.

Ridley leant in with a supportive smile. “It’s okay, this isn’t a part of your flight review. Head back and run your checklists.”

Ridley watched her go, and Alexia felt a little pang of jealousy as she did so. She turned back and stepped forward towards the man, her hip level with Alexia’s seat. She held a strong stance, arms behind her straight back, feet spread, and Alexia couldn’t help but notice the muscles through her white shirt. God, she looked good in a black tie. So good she could feel herself getting a little excit-

Jordan let go of her hand and spun as the man started attacking her in Catalan. Alexia knew she wasn’t as confident in the language and her heart strings pulled as she also turned to watch.

Ridley put one hand up in a gesture.

“Sir, I admit my Catalan is not good as yours so please, slow down, or choose another language. Spanish perhaps?”

She was doing so well to keep up with his quick speech and Alexia had to bite her tongue to not get involved.

He scoffed and continued to speak in Catalan. “You’re not even Spanish. Where is the chief pilot? Who are you?”

“I am the chief pilot. I’m not sure if you’re aware but women have been flying planes for a very long time. We’re as qualified and even more gentle on landings in my honest opinion.”

“You? A fighter pilot?”

“That’s correct.”

“When?”

“2011 to 2019.”

Over eight years…

“Where?”

“Australia.”

“You’re not even Spanish!”

“I will take the compliment that you didn’t recognise my accent.”

He grunted frustratedly. He was a man not getting his way. He could push and push but Ridley was a brick wall. Alexia saw her good hand bunching up tightly behind her back to nullify some of her anger.

“I don’t want a woman flying the plane. Tell the Captain to.”

“Unfortunately, her job is to fly. His is to monitor. Mine is to assess.”

“Well fucking change it.”

“That will not be happening today.”

She’d never seen Ridley like this before. So… diplomatic. This was career Ridley.

The man let loose a jumble of Catalan at her that even Alexia struggled to understand. His hands flew up in anger, his voice attracting attention.

Alexia couldn't take it anymore. She moved to stand and felt Ridley’s fingertips softly grip the flesh of her upper arm as if she were telling her to stop. As if she knew what she was about to do. It was her broken hand so only a few fingers were actually holding her, but it still calmed her. She relaxed into her seat and Ridley’s grip remained on her.

She looked at the messages written on her cast, including the one from Alexia.

Some things can’t be replaced, she’d written.

She’d been referring to her relationship with Blau, and Ridley had known that immediately. She’d said that to her the night in the bar when she returned her dad’s bracelet to her. She’d also said it when she’d returned the teddy she’d received from a young fan. Both she’d retrieved with violence. And both times she’d given her belongings back with the utmost gentleness.

Alexia had also drawn two flowers on her cast to make it look pretty. Ridley had been patient and her little smile was approval enough that she liked them.

“Stop. Now. You have two options right now, and only two.”

The man immediately shut up as he listened. Anybody would have with the command dominating her voice.

“You either sit back down and accept that a female will in fact be flying this planes, or you can do anything but, and I have you off-boarded, fined, and banned from this airline for lifetime, and from all aircraft for six months.”

She could no longer see the man but she could hear his mouth open and close.

“You have five seconds to decide. Make your choice.”

Alexia counted to five in her head and as soon as they were up, she spoke.

“Good choice. Now do not cause a disturbance again or you and I will have issue. My offer of ban you still stands until we land.”

She heard the man skulk away and Ridley stood watching him as he went.

“Any more issues, notify me immediately,” she murmured in Spanish one of the flight attendants. Ridley stepped back and only then did she release Alexia’s arm and she immediately wanted her touch to return. She craved it. Even in the alleyway as she’d squeezed her throat with her broken hand; tight enough so she couldn’t breathe but it had excited her more than any foreplay ever had. She’d not wanted her to let go then either, and yet she had.

Ridley squatted down near Alexia and gave her typical Ridley smirk.

“Did you plan on fighting him with words or fists, la Reina?” She asked in Spanish.

“I had a few things I wanted to say… besides, you’re the fighter here.”

“Perhaps you can tell me what those things are later. And I’d be more than happy to teach you…” She looked her up and down. “You’re fit enough. And we can protect your knee.”

We? Alexia felt hot all over. Teach her to fight? Thoughts of a sweaty, cocky Ridley were a turn on that made her have to collect herself before she spoke.

“Perhaps.”

“You still have your favour.”

“Something tells me you’d teach me without me using my favour.”

“Oh?” Her eyes lit up. Alexia could be cocky too. She tilted her head to study her, more than aware that the trio were in hearing range though trying to give them space. The fact that they wouldn’t understand the language made her want to keep flirting shamelessly. “Would you like to jump seat the take-off?”

“Jump seat?”

“In the flight deck with me.”

She turned to Jordan and spoke English. “Are you okay alone for take off?”

She pulled her headphones down. “Alone?”

“Lucy can sit with her,” Blau suggested.

“No, it’s okay. Stay with YFN, Luce, she needs you.” She turned back to Alexia. “I’ll be okay now that I know who’s up front.”

“Okay…”

Ridley stood and before Alexia could move, she’d leant forward to unclip her seatbelt and give her a smile.

“Right this way, la Reina.”

Blau gave her a wink as she went and Lucy looked disappointed that she’d missed out. Her attention quickly turned to Blau though as they leant their heads together, fingers tangled.

Alexia followed Ridley to the flight deck and couldn’t help studying her strong back through her shirt. She was taller than Alexia but not by much, just a few centimetres. With her demeanour though, it felt like much more.

The cabin crew gave her a smile as they passed by and entered the flight deck. It was both larger than she imagined and also more cramped at the same time.

“Friends, we have a guest joining us for take-off.”

They both turned and gave a hello, both grinning wide as they realised it was Alexia. She knew they’d ask for her autograph or photo but as of right now, they were being professional as they turned back to their checklists. Alexia and Ridley were standing so close due to there being not much room to stand in the doorway. Ridley smirked as she leant even closer, her musky, warm scent overwhelming Alexia and her eyes deep and the perfect proximity for her to fall into and just when she thought she’d kiss her… Ridley snapped the lock on the door beside them and pulled back. Cheeky.

Alexia mentally yelled to pull herself together. She was normally dominant. What was happening? It didn’t last long as Ridley’s hand found her hips and gently manoeuvred Alexia closer to the pilots as she folded down her jump seat and gestured to it.

Alexia sat and Ridley made quick work of her four-point harness, somehow easily even with her broken hand. Her dark, shaggy bob fell down and hid the cheek and sharp jawline Alexia was admiring as she leant over her. Ridley made sure to turn her head and catch her eye as she pulled it tight like it were bondage. Alexia gasped as the suddenness and Ridley enjoyed it.

The pilots were busy reading their checklists out loud when Ridley gently tucked Alexia’s blonde hair behind each of her ears simultaneously. She was right in front of her. Concentrating on her hair and not undressing her with her eyes. Just being gentle and attentive like she always was. She was so close. Alexia felt herself leaning forwards… and then the four point harness stopped her.

Ridley noticed and caught her eye, tutting at her.

“Now, now, la Reina. Are you going to behave?”

Alexia was well aware her breathing was ragged and so she didn’t speak, just nodded.

“Good girl.”

Those words did something to her.

Ridley took the headset off its hook and placed it over her ears, adjusting it until it was perfect and then pushing the microphone so close it touched her lips. Ridley’s thumb softly brushed over Alexia’s bottom lip as she did so and Alexia could feel her nipples harden. Her body was already hers.

Ridley leant back and gave a thumbs up as a question. Alexia responded with a thumbs up and Ridley sat back in her own jump seat, strapping herself in the same way. She heard the engines starting up as the pilots ran through their next checklist. Ridley put her headphones on and did a radio check.

“Scale of one to five, how well can you hear me?” Ridley spoke in English.

“Five.”

“Good. Same here. Now keep the microphone on your lips so we can hear you.”

She took out a clipboard and opened it, starting to write. When the checklist was complete, she spoke.

“Time for introductions. Alexia, this is Jon, and Bella. Jon, Bella, this is Alexia. You may know her from being the greatest female footballer who ever lived.”

“You know each other?” Bella asked.

“We do,” Alexia admitted.

“Are you okay for a photo after we’re cruising?” Jon asked.

Alexia agreed.

“Okay, quick run through from me, team, so we’re all on the same page. English only in the flight deck to avoid confusion. Alexia will be jump seating the take-off but not the landing for flight review purposes of course. I’ve already debriefed you two on the requirements for today. Just fly as per normal, do your checklists and make your decisions as you usually would. This isn’t a pass or fail, it’s a standard I make sure we’re meeting to ensure safety, conformity and if any improvements are needed.” She grinned. “Which they always are. Nothing will be perfect, and that’s okay.”

She turned to Alexia. “Alexia we have what’s known as a ‘sterile flight deck’ up to six thousand feet, which is our transition level. This means no unnecessary speaking unless it relates to the flight operations. For you and I, we won’t be speaking at all. I’ll let you know when it’s over and you may speak but only in English to avoid confusion. Aviation is an English-based profession. Until then you will be able to hear everything, and if you need me, just give me a shove. Happy?”

Alexia nodded. In control, Ridley. She loved it. Melted for it. And she knew she’d dream about it, and perhaps… no… definitely touch herself over it.

Ridley turned to Jon and Bella.

“Everybody else happy?”

They agreed as they went back to another checklist.

Alexia was overwhelmed by the flight deck. The amount of switches and dials were completely unbelievable, even reaching up over their heads. The panels were backlit with a beautiful green and she couldn’t help but watch everything they did. Everything they said. It was all in English, but she kept up well enough.

They established ‘push-back approval’ and a little tug came to push them backwards. She didn’t understand all of what ‘ATC’ were saying because it was so quick, but she got the gist of it as they worked. They taxied as instructed via certain phonetic alphabet letters and Ridley was patiently watching, every so often noting something down.

She got excited as they entered and lined up on the runway. There was something about it just so… magical. Defiant of all physics, it seemed. Suddenly kicking a ball felt so simple.

They received their take-off clearance for ‘OKABI ONE ROMEO’ and Alexia gripped her seatbelt as they were about to set thrust.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Bella was flying, but it was Jon who pushed up the thrust levers. He pushed them half way, paused and then almost fully to the top.

“TOGA.”

“TOGA set.”

The increased speed quickly as they barrelled down the runway. She glanced at Ridley who looked calm, as if she’d done this a thousand times.

“80."

“Checked.”

“V1.” He said as he removed his hand from the thrust levers. “Rotate.”

Bella pulled back and they were suddenly climbing, all of the bumps from the runway disappearing to smooth air.

“Positive rate.”

“Gear up.”

“Gear up.” He repeated and selected the gear lever up.

Their detailed take-off continued, Ridley occasionally writing but mostly watching. They set autopilot to follow their flight route and suddenly she realised that it was one of the most exciting things she’d ever seen. And Ridley got to do it whenever she pleased. She couldn’t imagine the hard work it must have taken to get there.

As they passed their six-thousand feet ‘transition level’, Bella called “Transition” and Ridley finally spoke.

“Sterile flight deck ceased. Excellent departure, as always.”

They gave their thanks. “Okabi one ROMEO, hey?” Jon flashed a smile at Ridley.

Ridley rolled her eyes and said sarcastically. “Oh, what a coincidence.”

Still grinning, he turned back to fiddle around with a few more items.

“Romeo?” Alexia asked.

“My call sign from the air force.”

“Because your name starts with R? Phonetic alphabet?”

“Cute that you know that… and sure… let’s just say it’s because of that.”

Only then did Alexia realise it was probably because of her ability to chat people up. That twang of jealousy hit again as Ridley spoke. “Thoughts?”

She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “It was magical.”

“I’ll have to take you for a flight one day. Teach you how to fly a plane.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You looked excited for the entire take-off sequence.”

She didn’t realise Ridley had been watching her. She’d been so focussed on the take-off. “Did I…?”

“Your expressions betray you, la Reina. Shall we take a selfie and get you back to your seat? Let’s hope Nobbs is still okay.”

Alexia and Ridley took a selfie with the crew and she signed autographs for them before they left. There was another close but not unwelcome moment as Ridley reached for the door, their bodies brushing together.

As she returned to her seat, Ridley made sure Jordan was okay, and that Blau was comfortable before she left them again, Alexia watching as she went. The food service was quick, but they’d all had a small breakfast already and had agreed to not eat as they planned on having lunch together in London. Lucy was grumbling, obviously hungry and Blau did well to distract her with affection and promises of a lot of food and… condiments if Alexia had heard right.

Regardless of them not eating food, something was brought around to each of them. They were all confused as the flight attendants put their tray tables down and placed the little bowl in front of them.

She smiled when she saw what it was. Crema catalana. Like the one she and Ridley had shared in Valencia. She stared at it with a smile on her face and just as she went to take her first bite she heard Lucy.

“Argh, that was amazing.”

She looked over. She was already finished. Alexia shared a look with Blau and they chuckled.

“What am I going to do with you?” Blau asked.

“Are you done already?!” Jordan asked, shocked.

“This shouldn’t be a shock to you, Dory. Her hunger is never satiated.”

“Which hunger are you referring to, little one?” Lucy teased as she leant in for a small, soft kiss.

“Walking bruise, Luce.”

“Oh, I’m not touching you until you’re whole again.”

“Would you like to bet on that?” Now it was Blau’s turn to tease. “Because I’m very persuasive…”

Lucy groaned. Jordan made a sick sound.

“Keep it to yourselves, lovebirds.”

Blau chuckled and turned to Jordan. “Soooo is she coming to lunch?”

“I think so...”

“I’d bet on it.”

Alexia watched the conversation over her like a tennis match. “Who comes?”

“Leah.”

“Williamson?”

“Yeah.”

Ah, the England Captain. Alexia had met her before at events. She knew of her relationship history with Jordan and Lucy had filled her in on them trying to find a way to work towards each other again. It sounded cute. And their lunch seemed to be expanding.

“Is Ridley coming?” Jordan asked.

“Unsure… need to ask.” Blau admitted.

Watching Jordan’s face soften as she mentioned Leah, and also Blau and Lucy cuddling up as close as they could get without further injury, Alexia found that she was relaxing around this group of people. So much so, that she was ready to admit why she was on a plane to London. It was because of the little, warm group around her.

And also, it was because of Ridley.

[familyvideostevie]

you know i can't say no

this was the top vote from this poll, hope you enjoy! napping with remus <3 | fem!reader, 1.1k

The dream unfolds like most of your waking days do -- softly, slowly, sweetly. In it, you've got your head in Remus's lap and he strokes your hair lazily, his long fingertips tracing lines on your scalp. You're torn between closing your eyes and enjoying it and keeping your gaze on him, impossibly handsome even from this angle. A small, sleepy part of you knows it's a dream because he's not home yet. You're sprawled on the couch in your flat, windows open to let the spring breeze in as you wait. 

The dream is nice but you know that reality is nicer. Remus is actually yours, even if it does sometimes too good to be true. Deserved, sure -- everyone deserves to be loved the way he loves you, so wholly and intensely -- but sometimes unbelievable all the same. 

The sound of the front door opening rouses you just enough that your dream-boyfriend disappears. You blink your eyes open half-heartedly, turning over to catch a glimpse of the new living, breathing body in your home. "Darling?" Remus calls, eyes on this shoes as he toes them off. "You home?"

In your head you say Yes, my love, I'm here, I've been waiting for you, but what comes out is a sleepy groan. Afternoon naps seem to do the opposite of what you'd like them to -- you always end up more tired and groggy than before. You'll swing your legs off the couch in a few seconds and go give him a hug and ask what you should eat for dinner. Definitely. For sure. 

But instead your eyes slide closed again and you lose track of Remus. "Oh," he says from somewhere above you, softer than before. "Didn't wake you, did I?"

You find your voice this time. "You did," you mumble, but your lips stretch into a smile. "S'okay." You force your eyes to open again and find him in a crouch in front of you, hand mid reach to tuck your hair back, or something. When he sees that you're looking at him, he pivots and brings his palm to your cheek instead.

"My sincerest apologies," he says rather seriously. "How can I make it up to you?" Remus looks even more handsome in real life than he did in your dream. Hair a little windswept, the scarring on his face especially prominent in the afternoon light. His eyes, always so tired, soft in that way they get when he's with you. He looks pleased to be touching you, pleased to be home. Something in you settles at the sight of him. 

"You were in my dream," you tell him. He blinks, stands from his crouch to sit on the edge of the sofa next to your legs. You know his knees ache easier than they should, his entire body often at war with him. And yet you also know he would kneel for you -- for anyone he loves, really -- for hours and not complain once. He is so kind, so good that you don't always know how to keep up with him. 

He pulls his palm from your face and you make a small noise but he's quick to cover your knee, instead. His thumb strokes back and forth over the soft material of your pants. 

"Was I?" He sounds amused now. He laughs the most when he's around Sirius, but you're a close second, and you'll take it. With you, at least, he's softest. Your hand fumbles for his and he catches it, bringing it to his lips to kiss your palm. Sleepy butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

"But you're here now," you say around a yawn, eyes fluttering shut once more.

"Seems so, sweetheart." Part of you remembers your original plan -- it's almost time to eat and you should get up to get that sorted. You tug yourself up but overshoot it and all but careen into Remus's chest. "Woah, there," he chuckles. You hook your chin over his shoulder as his arms surround you. He smells like citrus and something spicy and warm.

"Food," you say, finally attempting to banish the nap-fog for real. "I bet you're had a long day. What do you want to ea--"

"I have had a long day," he interrupts you. "And what I'd like most is a lie down, I think." You tuck your nose into his collar and roll your eyes. Everyone says that Sirius and James get up to the most shit, but you know that Remus is maybe the most mischievous of them all, always convincing people to do things without making it obvious. He has an uncanny ability to lead people in the direction he wants -- but he never leads them astray. 

"I see what you're doing," you mumble. "Sneaky bastard." His chest rumbles as he laughs. 

"What, pray tell, am I doing?" He pulls away from you, hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you. This close, you can see the beginnings of stubble on his cheeks, the swirling storm of his eyes as he looks at you. Your lips part and he smirks just a little before leaning in to kiss you chastely. It's soft, the press of his lips barely there, but you lean into him all the same until he pulls back. He swipes his thumb over the soft skin of your under eye before tapping your chin as if asking his question again. 

"You know what," you breathe. You lick your lips. 

Remus starts to maneuver you so that you can both fit on the couch. You let him. "Maybe I just came home and saw the most beautiful girl in the world on my couch and decided that I'd rather lie down next to her than do anything else."

"Flattery, Lupin," you tell him, "does not work on me." The hammering of your heart from one small peck says otherwise, but you ignore it. He situates himself on his back and tugs you over him, tangling your legs together and resting your head over his heartbeat. It's steady and sure, even when you snake your hand underneath his shirt. Unflappable, your boyfriend is. 

"We both know that's not true." He's right. A single compliment, his hand in yours, even a glance from Remus across the room is enough to sent your own heart into a riot. It's terribly annoying and the boys tease you about it constantly. 

Remus sighs and you rise and fall with the breath. "We do need to eat," you say into his chest. His hand trails through your hair, just like in your dream, and you feel his lips on your crown for just a moment.

"Later," he whispers. "I'll cook. Go back to sleep." You want to protest just to be difficult but you can barely keep your eyes open. His gentle touch, the beat of his heart, the steadiness of his breath all lull you back toward dreams, even if the best one is right here in front of you. 

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Stood up (NSFW)

Larissa x fem!reader

A/N: This is my very first post on Tumblr, I’m still trying to get the hang of it so please be indulgent! :,) anyway this was so fun to write, I hope you’ll enjoy it. If you ever have a fic request just ask away! I’ll write for any of Gwen’s character <3

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of cheating, smut (oral, fingering (L receiving)), bathroom sex, semi public sex

~ 2.9k words

Going to Ellen's had become a weekly ritual for you. You'd spend every Friday evening in the small, cozy restaurant, looking at the clients sitting around you as you'd nurse a glass of wine.

In a couple of months, you had witnessed two proposals and many, many breakups. Men and women sobbing and begging as their partner told them that they were leaving.

But your favorite occupation had been to watch that one cheating man who always booked the farthest table from the large window.

It had only taken you a few Friday evenings to realise that the man was a cheater. The first time you’d seen him he had been dining with a woman of his age, they had held hands a couple of times throughout their meal and, judging by the matching alliances on their hands, you’d figured that they were married.

The next time you had seen the man though, he had dined with a young woman. A very young woman. You’d thought nothing of it at first, perhaps she was his daughter, but when they stood to leave and he wrapped his hand around her waist, you'd noticed that the ring was missing from his finger. And of course, it had piqued your curiosity. Since that evening, you had seen him nearly every week, alternating between his wife and his mistress.

Tonight, the man was dining with his wife, and watching him holding her hand made you sick to your stomach. How could anyone pretend to love someone only to betray them in the worst of way was beyond your comprehension.

You were busy observing them over the brim of your wine glass when the waitress walked past you, showing a client the way to their table.

The woman’s perfume hit your nostrils before your eyes even landed on her; a mix of something sweet like vanilla (or perhaps caramel?) and some spiciness. Cinnamon was your guess. You looked up right in time to catch a glimpse of her face as she walked by and what you saw left you breathless.

To hell with the cheating man and his oblivious wife, you would not be wasting a single more second watching them, not when that woman had just walked in and was now sitting in a booth at the perfect angle for you to observe her.

You watched as she peeled her long coat off her shoulders, leaving her in a cream dress that sinfully clung to a pair of wide hips. Your mouth went dry as you let your eyes rake down her legs, taking in her calves and the beige stilettos she had on.

Your staring was interrupted by the waitress pouring you another glass of wine, her lips pulling in a smile as she noticed your blushed cheeks.

"Is she waiting for someone ?" You asked Lydia who had somehow become a friend after serving you every week for months.

"Mhm, she booked a table for two. But her date is already late." The waitress whispered back.

You rolled your eyes. What kind of moron would make a woman like that wait ?

When Lydia walked away, you noticed that the woman was now holding a glass of red wine. You quietly observed her for nearly half an hour, watching how her face fell a little more each time she checked the time on her phone.

It was clear by now to both you and the woman that she had been stood up and her date wouldn’t show up.

She called for the waiter and a couple of minutes later a bottle of red wine was brought to her table.

You weren’t sure but from afar you could swear that she had swallowed thickly a couple of times as she poured herself another glass, as if she was trying to get rid of a lump in her throat. And that was enough for you. You would not let that woman sob and cry like all those women you had witnessed being stood up before.

You quickly got on your feet, hooking your handbag on your shoulder and picking up your wine glass before walking the few meters that separated your table from hers.

"Hi," you said as you approached and your heart dropped in your chest when she looked up at you and her blue eyes met yours.

At that moment, you could have done anything to rid her eyes of the sorrow that had filled them.

"I couldn’t help but notice you sitting all alone-" you started, watching her jaws tense a little as she was reminded of her failed date.

"Well, I was sitting alone too." You quickly added "And I thought, what a shame to let such a beautiful woman spend the evening on her own, I must rescue her." You chuckled a little.

The woman tilted her head and scrutinised you for a few seconds before eventually giving a little nod.

"Have a seat" She spoke with a British accent, looking at the empty chair in front of her.

You sat down and for the first time that night you were able to take a proper look at her. Silver hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo, lips painted in a deep burgundy colour that matched her nails. And those eyes, God, those eyes.

"I’m Larissa, by the way." The woman’s voice pulled you out of your reverie.

"Such an elegant name, it suits you." You smiled and gave her your name in return.

Larissa repealed it, her voice low, and it was enough for you to wonder how she would sound moaning it. With your head between her thighs, would she breathe your name out or loudly whine it out ? You shook your head a little. For god’s sake, you needed to get a grip.

If you had been able to read Larissa’s mind though, you would have found that the woman’s thoughts weren’t far from yours.

You might not have realised it but Larissa had caught you staring from across the room. Being so different from everyone else, Larissa knew all too well the feeling of having someone’s eyes on her. But when most people usually looked at her to mock her physique, she found nothing but awe and curiosity in your stare. It’s the only reason why she had ordered a bottle of wine. If you had not been there she would have simply left after her first glass as soon as she’d realised her date wouldn’t come. But deep down, deep down, she had hoped that you would come up to her and her heart skipped a few beats when you had approached her.

Larissa and you made small talk for a while, she talked about her job as a school principal and you told her about yours at the flower shop downtown.

She told you it was her first time at Ellen’s and asked if you often came there. You nodded, explaining how it had become a ritual to dine here every Friday night when you finished your shift.

"And do you always stare at strangers around you ?" The tall woman eventually asked, making your cheeks turn bright red.

"Yes, I noticed." She let out a soft chuckle and you realised the sorrow was gone from her eyes, replaced by a playful glint.

"But do tell me, what were you thinking about while watching me ?" And this time your whole face and chest turned crimson.

You couldn’t tell her. You couldn’t possibly tell her that your eyes had raked her body more times than you could count, cursing the imbecile who had decided to stand her up that evening, thinking you would gladly take his place and spend the night with her.

"Oh don’t act all shy now, you were staring at me so unabashedly. I want to know, please." It almost sounded like a plea.

She knew what you had been thinking about, of course she knew. But she needed to hear it, needed to know that despite her date standing her up that night, someone found her attractive. That she looked good enough for someone to want to stare at her, and not just because she was too tall or her shoulders too broad or anything else that usually had people staring.

"Well, how could anyone not look at you ?" You started, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

"At first I wondered if you were here on your own, but it quickly became evident that you were waiting for someone. Judging by the way you fidgeted with your rings and kept checking the time, I figured you were waiting for a date." You stopped for a second and took a sip of wine before resuming your monologue.

"After a while I think we both realised that you had been stood up and, god…I thought that whoever was supposed to meet you here tonight was an asshole. Because who in their right mind wouldn’t want to go on a date with a woman like you? And I thought that if I had a chance with someone like you, even for one night, I would make sure to treat you like the goddess you obviously are."

It was Larissa’s turn to blush and look down at her glass, shaking her head a little as if to deny the compliments you offered her. And you thought that, of course, she was the kind of woman who didn’t know how ethereal she looked. But you would prove it to her, you would drop to your knees and worship her if you had to, and you secretly wished that she would let you.

"What if I gave you a chance then ?" Larissa whispered so lowly you wondered if you had heard it right.

She looked back into your eyes expectantly and you took a deep breath, not wanting to fuck this up.

"Well, if you gave me a chance…I suppose it depends on what you’re looking for ?" You simply answered, wanting to know if you would both be on the same page.

Larissa stayed quiet for a moment, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a sip. And suddenly you felt it, the tip of her stiletto rubbing against your calf. At first it was just a light brush and you thought it had been an accident. But when you felt it again, pressing harder against your leg, you knew it was no accident.

"What do you have to offer ?" The older woman asked, her voice dropping an octave. Anything you want, you thought, you only have to ask.

"I can take you home. Mine or yours, whichever one you prefer." You suggested and Larissa shook her head a little. She lived at the school and didn’t feel comfortable bringing a stranger there, nor did she feel comfortable going to a stranger’s house. And it made sense really, so you nodded and offered something else.

“I can take you to the bathroom. It’s clean and spacious enough for both of us. Lydia, the waitress, will keep an eye on our belongings."

You could see the gears turning inside Larissa’s mind for a few seconds before she agreed to follow you. You told her to go first and you would join her in a minute or so, just enough time to make sure no one would be suspicious.

You whispered something in Lydia’s ear as you walked past her on your way to the bathroom, earning a nod and a smirk in return.

It wasn’t your first time fucking a stranger but that woman, she made you feel like a teenager full of hormones, your heart beating loudly in your ears when you raised your hand to knock on the door.

"It’s me." You said, and the door immediately opened, a perfectly manicured hand pulling you inside before closing and locking the door behind you.

In less than a second Larissa was, literally, all over you. Her lips crashed onto yours in a demanding kiss, her fingers digging almost painfully into your hips. All you could do was moan and kiss her back, allowing her entrance to your mouth when you felt her tongue push against your lips.

"Larissa," you whispered as you pulled away, smiling a little at the way her lipstick was smudged all around her mouth. "Let me take care of you, relax and enjoy." You said, making the woman smile and nod.

You dropped to your knees and bunched up the tall woman’s dress over her hips, coming face to face with the lacey black panties she had picked that morning. Whoever had stood her up truly was a moron. You ran your hands up and down her thighs, watching goosebumps cover her skin as she spread her legs a little. You wished you could take your time, you would have spent hours worshipping this woman if you could, but you knew it was only a matter of time before someone else would need to use the bathroom.

You kissed both of her inner thighs before pressing a kiss on her covered mound, smiling as you heard Larissa’s breath hitch in her chest. She stepped out of her panties when you slid them down her legs and you were immediately hit with the strong smell of her arousal which made you groan audibly.

You slipped your tongue between her wet folds, licking deliberately slow from her clit to her entrance and moving back to her clit to wrap your lips around it. Your thighs clenched hard hearing the whine Larissa let out when you began sucking on her clit, her hips bucking against your face.

"I-I need…I want more." The woman stuttered between moans and you happily obliged, lifting your eyes to look at her face when you pushed the tip of two of your fingers inside her.

Larissa’s brows immediately furrowed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry when your fingers pushed farther until you were knuckle deep inside her. You pumped your fingers in and out a few times, letting Larissa adjust to them before curling them and searching for the sweet spot which you knew would drive her crazy. It didn’t take long for the blonde to turn into a moaning mess once you started rubbing the pad of your fingers on the rough patch inside her cunt.

You couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her beauty, how ethereal she looked with a hand clamped to her mouth, desperately trying to muffle her sinful cries while the other one was tightly holding onto your hair, pushing your face harder against her slick core.

You knew it wouldn’t be long until Larissa’s climax when she put one of her toned legs on your shoulder, the tip of her heel pressing almost painfully on your lower back, making you moan at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

Larissa felt the coil inside her being close to snapping and tried her best to draw out the moment, wishing she could have you worshipping at her altar for hours.

"Let go, cum for me." you groaned against her flesh and the little encouragement was enough for Larissa to get pushed over the edge, her sex clenching around your fingers and your name slipping from her red lips in a streak of moans and whimpers.

You carefully slipped your fingers out of her and lapped at her folds a few more times before gently pulling her leg off of your shoulder.

"You alright ?" You asked with a soft smile as you got back on your feet, your mouth and chin slick with the woman’s juices.

Larissa chuckled softly and cupped your cheek to kiss you, tasting herself on your tongue.

"Thank you." She whispered, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before shaking her head a little and picking up her panties.

You walked to the sink to wash your hands and face, watching in the mirror as Larissa put her underwear back on and fixed her dress.

"Well, um…" The tall woman blushed, she was rarely left speechless but was now at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to say anything, post sex clarity can often be awkward with a stranger." You offered her a smile and she nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze on her way out of the bathroom.

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths and waiting a couple more minutes before walking out into the restaurant.

When you got back to the booth, her belongings were gone and a napkin with a note had been left on the table. "Thank you for making me feel beautiful tonight, you’re an angel. Xx" and it was signed with her name and a lipstick mark. You smiled to yourself and shoved the napkin in your handbag before putting on your coat and waving at Lydia to pay for your bill.

"She paid your bill, you must have made quite an impression on her." The waitress winked and walked away to another client, leaving you chuckling to yourself as you walked out the door.

Oh Larissa, what a woman you are. Flung out of space.

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A/N: Should I write a second chapter to this ?

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Bubbles and Blush

[A/N: I've been drawing a lot of non-Sonamy-related content lately, but I desperately needed my fix so I wrote this spicy fluff whenever I had any free time (灬♥ω♥灬);;;;;;; I hope you enjoy] [Summary: Happily reunited after a week apart, Amy devises a delicious strategy to help Sonic overcome his fear of water. Rated T]

Sonic zipped through the forest as quickly as possible, darting and weaving through the trees while careful not to drop the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. The familiar spring breeze of his hometown was refreshing on his fur. He had spent the last week away, sprinting from country to country with no real plan but following wherever his feet took him and to see what new adventures were in store for him. The trip left him feeling reenergized. Now his only concern was hoping Amy would be home once he got there. 

The two had finally become an item months ago and he was still pleasantly surprised at how natural it all felt. To be fair, the pair had already been acting like they were more than friends for a long time, anyway. For years he loved fighting alongside her and lived to make her laugh. Now he had the added benefit of getting to kiss her anytime he wanted. And Chaos, did he want to kiss her now. The thought sent a rush of butterflies through his stomach and he couldn’t help a smile from forming on his lips.

The blue hero picked up his pace even more. He loved the freedom he still enjoyed to be able to run as carelessly as the wind, but if he was honest, he found himself missing Amy and longing to come back home to her. It seemed everything he came across on this particular trip reminded him of her. Thus, he ended up with this tote bag full of souvenirs and treats he thought she’d like. 

Finally, Amy’s house was in sight. He dug his heels into the ground so he could make a screeching halt, stopping just at her bedroom window. He adjusted the tote on his shoulder once more before using both hands to pry open the window and swung one leg over the sill to climb in.

“Yo Aaaames ♪!” Sonic called out in a melodic tune. “You home?”

“Sonic! You’re back!” Amy shouted excitedly from another room. The sound of pure joy coming from her voice made Sonic’s heart flutter. She made him feel like the center of the universe without even trying. He hoped he could make her feel just as appreciated, especially with this surprise he planned for her. He finished jumping in through the window and closed it behind him. 

“Is there such a thing as a Best-Boyfriend-in-the-World Award?” he asked, marching comically through Amy’s bedroom towards the direction of her voice. “‘Cuz if there is, I’m about to win it!” He only managed a brief glimpse of Amy’s face before he swiftly spun on his heel with his back towards her. Crap! He was so busy bragging about his romantic gesture that he didn’t even realize he was following the sound of her voice to her en suite. Amy had called out to him while she was enjoying a bubble bath. Luckily – or not so luckily – he caught himself fast enough that he didn’t see anything. Sure he had seen her naked already, but he figured he probably oughtn’t look without her permission…

“Sorry! I didn’t realize…” he muttered, his cheeks growing warm and his fur starting to stand on end.

Amy laughed from behind him, “You can look, Mr. Chivalry.”

Well, if she insisted.

Just as suddenly as he had turned away from her, Sonic spun back around eagerly. He barked out a laugh at the unexpected sight. Enormous mountains of foamy bubbles were towering from the ivory tub, completely overtaking Amy so only her head was visible. She had her pink quills pulled back into a messy bun. Even if it wasn’t what he was hoping to see, she was so damn cute that he didn’t feel disappointed.

From the mass of bubbles, Amy reached out her hand with her fingers splayed. Sonic hurried over and laced his fingers with hers before kneeling down on the tile floor. “I missed you,” she smiled, leaning forward. His lips met hers for a tender, longing kiss. He started to pull away, but Amy abruptly wrapped her other arm around his neck and yanked him back towards her for more, devouring him hungrily. Despite the unpleasant feeling of being splashed with water from her fast movement, Sonic grinned against her lips. Amy was so assertive and unapologetic about what she wanted. Her passion was just one of the many things he loved about her. 

The bubblegum-colored goddess only broke her lips free from his so she could pepper more kisses across his muzzle, snout and forehead. Sonic laughed happily at the attack and only when she finally paused to catch her breath did he place a gloved hand on her cheek. “I missed ya, too,” he whispered.

“So,” Amy kissed his palm before folding her arms on the edge of the tub and rested her chin on her forearms. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “What’s this about a ‘best-boyfriend’ award I owe you?”

Sonic chuckled mischievously, repositioning himself on the floor to sit more comfortably. He removed the tote from his arm and placed it in his lap. He cleared his throat and put on his best ‘game-show host’ voice. “One of the perks of dating the fastest thing alive is you get the finest delicacies the planet has to offer delivered fresh to your door! Behold -” He reached into the bag and pulled out a colorful bouquet of skewered candied fruits, carefully protected in plastic wrap. With his other hand he pulled out a small box covered in ornate packaging. “Mooncakes and tanghulu from Chun-nan.” Amy squealed with delight and grasped for the treats but Sonic pulled them just out of reach, setting them carefully on the ground. “But wait, there’s more!”

Two more packages were drawn from the bag and he opened one ceremoniously, revealing an array of flaky pastries. “Every flavor baklava Shamar had to offer-” he glanced inside the box and grimaced, realizing some of the desserts had been crushed and mangled on his run. He closed the container quickly and set it aside, murmuring in a rushed tone: “SonicTheHedgehogWillNotBeHeldResponsibleForDamagedOrDestroyedGoodsDuringTheShipmentOfYourPackages.”

Amy laughed as he fished out another item from the tote. He held up a plastic container with what was once a beautiful pastry dusted in sugar and covered in layers of cream and fruits. Jostling around in the bag had made it not nearly as elegant as it was when he first bought it, but it was still prettier than anything he usually ate. “Last but not least, all the way from Spagonia! This… thing!”

“Mille-feuille!” Amy exclaimed.

“Gesundheit,” Sonic quipped.

“No,” Amy giggled. “That’s what that’s called: ‘mille-feuille.’ Oh it’s one of my favorites! How’d you know?”

“Hahaha, ohhh Ames,” Sonic closed his eyes and shook his head as if it were foolish of her to ask. “I had absolutely no idea.” Amy burst out into a fit of laughter at his honest response. “But–” he added with a grin, “–it looked super fancy so I figured you’d like it.”

Amy sprang up and leaned forward to kiss Sonic once more. “Are you kidding? I love it, I love all of it! This is an incredible surprise. Thank you!”

“Ahh it’s nothing,” Sonic waved his hand dismissively, hoping to hide his blush. He didn’t consider himself much of a romantic but these kinds of reactions he got out of Amy were the best. “So are ya hungry? I was thinking we could have lunch, maybe even try some of these swanky things,” he gestured at the tower of goodies.

The pink hedgehog pouted and sank into the tub dramatically until she was almost completely hidden in the mass of bubbles. A soft whine came from the mountain of foam.

“What?” Sonic chuckled.

“I really want to, but I just got in here. Can we have lunch after I’m finished?” Amy pleaded.

“Of course!” Sonic assured her, standing up from the floor and collecting the pile of treats to stash in the kitchen. “You relax. I can entertain myself.” He made it just beyond the threshold of the en suite when he heard Amy’s voice call out in song.

“Orrrr~” the mischievous tone in her voice stopped him dead in his tracks. He slowly looked over his shoulder and saw her head poking out from the mass of bubbles once again. She had a deliciously playful look in her eyes that made his breath catch in his throat. “You could join me,” she suggested.

“In there?!” Sonic asked incredulously. He set the boxes on a nearby dresser and came back to the bathroom, leaning on the doorway. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so.”

Amy rested her forearms on the edge of the tub again, her tone unamused. “You’ve been running all around the world for the last week. When’s the last time you bathed?”

Sonic crossed his arms as he racked his brain. He was a lot better about grooming more frequently now that he had a lady to impress, but come to think of it he had been pretty busy this week. “It… rained?” he suggested, hoping that answer was good enough.

“Ugh!” Amy responded in disgust, scooping up a handful of bubbles and tossing it at him.

“If you were suggesting I shower with ya, I’d be all for it!” he shouted. He gestured gingerly at the tub. “But a bath? All that … water.” He shuddered.

Amy clasped her hands together. “What better way to face your fears? You really should try to get acclimated to water one of these days so why not start by having a bath with me? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Quite the opposite, actually…” She released her hands and walked her fingers along the edge of the tub. “I’ll scrub every. last. inch.”

Sonic’s fur pricked up again, his cheeks flushed. Damn, this woman knew how to rile him up. He pushed himself off the door frame and began pacing back and forth, chewing his bottom lip as he weighed his options. He truly hated water more than anything in the world. It wasn’t just a silly little dislike for it; it genuinely terrified him. The thought of him sinking helplessly, his lungs filling up… And it would take way less water than was in that tub to do the trick!

But on the other hand…

The cold shiver in his spine was quickly replaced by a warm burning in his belly. He really missed Amy this week. And with how closely they’d be pressed up against each other in the tub, he could show her just how much he missed her… Sonic bit his cheek to try and stop the leering smile that was creeping up his muzzle, but it couldn’t be helped. 

“Is there even room in that thing for the both of us?” he groaned, one last attempt to win this battle of logic.

“♪ You’d better hope not ♪” Amy sang. She pressed her tongue to one of her canines, accentuating her impish grin before slinking down into the bubble bath until she was no longer visible.

“Ah hell,” Sonic cursed in defeat. He quickly yanked off his gloves and kicked off his shoes and socks before making his way to the tub. Clutching onto both edges of the basin, he took several rapid, shallow breaths before stepping one paw into the water. He instantly recoiled and clamped his eyes shut, immediately regretting his decision.

He heard the water splashing around and suddenly warm, wet hands tenderly grasped his hips. He jolted in surprise. “I’ve got you,” Amy reassured him. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her sweet voice, which helped make him feel a little less stupid. She kissed him so softly it made his heart hurt. “And you’ve got this. Just follow me,” she kissed him again and again, each time pulling a little further away so he’d have to lower himself more and more to reach her mouth. Once he was fully submerged in the bath, Amy held him tightly to her and licked his lips as a reward, soliciting a shaky sigh. He was trembling and struggling to breathe, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the terror of the water or the exhilaration of feeling Amy’s bare body against his. He wanted more than anything to just go at her, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t let go of the edge of the tub to keep himself from sinking. Just being in her embrace would have to be enough, he guessed. 

Sonic slid his hands along the rim of the bathtub until his forearms were on either side of Amy’s neck. He slowly opened his eyes, sucking in air through his teeth. “So, uh… How were things while I was gone?” 

Amy rested her head against the back of his hands behind her. “Oh, you know, the ‘yoozh’,” she replied casually. She started gently massaging her fingers into his back and sides, working the soapy bath water into his navy fur. Sonic’s rigid body relaxed ever so slightly, relishing in the feeling. “Actually,” she continued, “‘He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’ did not bring his A-Game this week. The battles were so pathetic they’re not even worth mentioning!” 

Sonic chuckled in admiration. Here this woman was, describing duels with one of the most formidable villains of their time as if it were as inconvenient and mundane as taking out the trash. “I really did find my perfect match,” he said aloud without realizing.

The admission made Amy’s cheeks turn bright red and for the first time in their encounter, she became bashful. “Oh,” she whispered sheepishly, trying not to call him out on his statement but secretly screaming with joy on the inside. Her claws dragged from his back around to his front and began scrubbing his chest fur. She cleared her throat to keep her voice from wavering, “You mentioned you made it to Shamar. I have good memories there.” A smile formed as she recalled a scene from what seemed like a lifetime ago: a handsome blue hedgehog agreeing to a date with her. “Tell me about all the trouble you got into this week!”

“Oh man, you have no idea!” Sonic beamed, launching into a drawn-out story of all his latest antics. Amy’s plan worked. He got so caught up in relaying all the details of his recent travels that she could feel the tension easing up in his muscles and the fear of the bath water drifting from his mind. She politely nodded while he spoke, making sure to interject a slew of questions throughout to keep him yapping. But Sonic was known for running his mouth, so that was plenty easy to do! There were just a few instances where Amy would scratch and knead particularly sensitive areas and his sentences would trail off into pleasurable murmurs but as soon as her hands worked their way elsewhere his narrative picked up where he left off. She secretly reveled in the delectable wickedness she felt having this power over him.

After some time, Amy reached outside of the tub to grab a bottle of shampoo. She began lathering the soap into Sonic’s quills and the sensation turned him into putty in her hands. He closed his eyes and sank into her, practically purring at her touch. Amy giggled at his incoherent speech and leaned in to whisper in his ear, pinning his face to her bosom. “What’s that?” she teased. “I can’t understand you.” 

He nuzzled into her soft chest and absentmindedly slipped his hands from the rim of the basin down Amy’s back. The feel of his fingers firmly raking down her flesh made her gasp but she promptly held her breath to not break his comfortable trance. She focused on grooming his scalp, trying to suppress the fire rising inside her. “This… feels… amazing…” he moaned. The rhythmic pressure Sonic was applying to the sensitive dimples in her lower back was making it difficult to focus. She decided she’d better wrap this bath up fast so they could move on to another form of quality time together.

“You love me, right?” she panted. 

“Oh yeah,” Sonic sighed dreamily into her bosom. 

“And you know I love you, right?”

Sonic’s brows furrowed, sensing the trepidation in Amy’s voice. He was slower to answer this time. “…Yyyeah…”

“And you trust me?”

His eyes shot open, suddenly very aware of how submerged he was in the bath water.

“Amy.”

She hugged him close to her, hoping to ease his worries with her feminine curves. “You’re not going to like this part but I promise it’ll be over before you know it!”

“WhA-?!” Sonic yelped when, in an impressive display of speed and strength, Amy used a reversal to flip them around, laying Sonic down with his back to the floor of the tub and she straddled on top of him. He clenched his eyes shut and held his breath in the panic of being shoved mostly underwater, though his face and ears were plenty safe from being submerged. His hands immediately left her and braced the edges of the tub again. 

She reached under him to release the drain then turned the water spout on to rinse him with fresh water. “You need to breathe,” Amy encouraged empathetically.

“Mm-mmm!” he grunted in objection. He’d be shaking his head aggressively if he wasn’t at risk of waterboarding himself!

She carefully combed her fingers through his quills under the running water. “Baby, you’re gonna pass out if you don’t breathe,” she reminded him. “Just focus on me, okay?”

Hesitantly, Sonic opened his eyes just enough to glare at Amy. She scoffed at his obstinance but quickly corrected her tone to be reassuring once again. “Good...” She honestly was very proud of him for doing all this for her. “Now breathe with me.” Amy used one hand to demonstrate the cadence of her breath, inhaling and exhaling in a deep, slow rhythm. Her other hand continued rinsing and smoothing his fur hurriedly.

Sonic exhaled forcibly in frustration, but his gaze did shift from glaring at her to following the waving of her hand. It took a few stuttering attempts, but eventually, he was able to sync his lungs with hers.

Why the hell did I agree to this? he thought to himself, sulking. Well, he knew why. But he was still annoyed! Sure, parts of it… most of it… was good. Really damn good. And maybe with practice, I coulda gotten the hang of baths… But now this?! She’s pinned me down, just one false move away from drowning me, and she expects me to relax? ‘Focus on me,’ she says, HA! Looking at her never calms me down anyway… It only ever… gets me… riled up…

Amy leaned over him once more, turning off the faucet. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She was grinning proudly when she leaned back, but her cocky expression was quickly replaced with concern when she noticed how rough and heavy Sonic was panting. Oh no, maybe it was that difficult for him after all.

Just as she was about to apologize, his eyes darted up to meet hers and the intensity of his stare made her entire body quiver. “Ah,” she gasped in realization. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt a noticeable shift happening to him from beneath her. She licked her lips and cleared her throat to try and compose herself.

“Mmmaybe,” Amy muttered, “...we should… finish this conversation in the other room?” Her fingertips trailed down Sonic’s heaving chest and traced the muscles in his abdomen. “Unless of course you’re too hungry?” She winced at the suggestion of putting this on pause, but she remembered they were supposed to be having lunch right now.

In one fell swoop Sonic had lifted them both up out of the now empty bath. His arms were wrapped under her rear for support and pinned her hips so tightly to his. They each moaned as he kissed her ravenously. “I’m starving,” he growled into her lips before sprinting into the bedroom.

[midwestmade29]

Valentine's Day Request❤️‍🔥

⟡To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! I thoroughly enjoyed writing it 😏🔥 ⟡Valentine's writing prompt: #13 (You’re secretly wearing new Valentines themed lingerie under your clothes all day and can’t wait for your love to discover it) ⟡You can find @madhatterbri's full list of prompts here 🙂 ⟡Word count: 1,347 ⟡Divider by: @saradika-graphics ⟡GIF credit: @cowboyshit ⟡Original Anonymous Request: can you please do an story with Christian Cage X Fem Reader, (huge age gap reader is in her mid/end 20s).. Reader bought some new lingerie for their first VDay and tries some of the spicy pieces on in their shared appartement while she not recognizes that Christian is checking her out from the back and one comes to another they start to make out and having some amazing sex way before VDay.

If you’re not 18+ years or older, please keep scrolling. Minors do not interact!

Disclaimers: Oral sex, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

This was the first Valentine’s Day that you were spending with a man and not a boy. Being in your twenties you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends, but none like Christian. Something about him boosted your confidence and made you always feel desired. The holiday was right around the corner, and you had already begun your preparations for it! You managed to keep the new lingerie you purchased as a surprise for Christian a secret, hiding the receipt and the different pieces in a safe place away from his eyes. There were 2 different lingerie sets you had your heart set on when you were at the boutique! A red lace bra and panty set complete with a garter belt and black stockings and a pink strappy teddy adorned with lace and heart shaped cut outs. You ended up purchasing both sets and figured you could return whatever one you choose not to wear. Your original plan was to wear the lingerie under your clothes on Valentine’s Day and surprise Christian with it as you undressed for him later in the evening. That plan got squashed when he caught you trying everything on at home.

Christian wasn’t due back home for another couple hours, so to help pass the time you decided to shower and try on your new pieces of lingerie. Once your hair was dry and styled the way you liked, you took the pink teddy out of the bag and stepped into it. You fastened the clasp in the back and adjusted your chest in the cups. The lace was soft and the prettiest shade of pink, the corset like middle with the heart shaped cut outs hugged and accentuated your curves in the sexiest of ways. You turned to the side to get a glimpse at your backside and blushed as you pictured Christian grabbing a handful and squeezing. You thought you heard a noise in the other room, but directed your attention back to the mirror when you figured it was just your imagination. You pulled out your phone and took a couple of selfies in the pretty pink number so you could send them to Christian another time. The red lacy set was laid out on the bed just waiting for you to try on next. You unhooked the clasp on the teddy and shimmied out of it and grabbed the red lace bra off the bed. The way the bra was cut made your breasts practically spill out of it! The cheeky little panties rested on your hips and the garter belt sat right above them. The stockings were silky on your legs as you slid them up and attached them to the straps. Seeing yourself in red ignited something in you. You felt incredibly sexy as you ran your fingers over the lace, images of Christian doing the same made the heat in between your legs grow. “The red one is my favorite,” a familiar voice said. You jumped when you saw Christian’s reflection in the mirror! He was leaning against the doorway to your bedroom with his arms crossed. “Christian!” you called out. “I didn’t think you were going to be home yet! How long have you been standing there?” He sauntered over to you with a sexy grin on his face as he looked you over from head to toe. “Long enough to get hard seeing you in that pink number and now this one. Look at my little minx! You’re so fucking sexy baby girl,” Christian purred. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand so he could spin you around to get a better glimpse of you. The two of you stood in front of the mirror, your back now pressed up against his chest and his arousal pressing into you. Christian’s hands were roaming freely along your curves causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire all over your body. He nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you that he had been missing since he left a few days prior. When he noticed the slight frown on your face, he asked what was wrong, “Something wrong, baby girl? Not happy to see me?” “Of course, I’m happy to see you! I missed you so much. It’s just, you weren’t supposed to see the lingerie yet. I bought it for Valentine’s Day and now it’s not a surprise anymore,” you explained. Christian offered you a sympathetic smile as he cupped your cheek in his hand when you turned to face him. “I see. Well, I know it’s not the actual holiday today, but I’m still surprised! I appreciate your thoughtfulness baby. Let me make it up to you,” he spoke in a sensual tone. In an instant, Christian picked you up and carried you over to the bed. Your lips were locked together the entire time, never breaking apart even as he lowered you down onto the mattress. He separated your legs with his knee before making his way in between them. His hard length pressed up against your panties as you wrapped your legs around his waist forcing Christian to groan into your kiss. He tugged on the straps of your garter belt releasing your stockings from their hold before removing your panties. He took notice of how wet you were already as he slid them down your legs, “Mmm, look how much your tight little cunt wants my cock! Such a pretty little mess already. Just wait until I’m done with you!”

 You laid on the bed a panting and needy mess as you watched Christian remove his clothes. You licked your lips when you saw the precum glistening on his cock once it sprang free from his underwear. “This is all for you baby girl,” he growled when he caught you staring. Christian kissed his way up your leg, stopping once he reached your inner thigh. You gasped at the sensation you felt as he bit and sucked the skin there! You could already see the mark forming, but you fucking loved it. The pleasure that shot through you when Christian’s skilled tongue made contact with your clit caused your entire body to come alive! Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he worked his magic, your back arching off the bed the closer he brought you to your orgasm. “F-fuck Christian! That feels s-so good!” you praised. He didn’t give you any time to savor your orgasm that his tongue provided you before he aligned his cock with your entrance. Christian thrusted himself inside of you and hissed through his teeth as your cunt gripped him. He was sliding in and out with ease from your juices and the sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. “Such a good girl, taking me so well! Fuck baby, you feel incredible,” he said as he picked up his pace. Your body was sent into overdrive with each deep thrust, Christian working you as he brought you closer and closer to your 2nd orgasm. A few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest and they nearly evaporated from the heat of your body. “Come on my sexy girl and come for me!” he commanded. Every muscle in your body tensed and the pressure in your lower belly was begging to be released! Within seconds you came, your juices making a mess of Christian and the sheets under you. “God, yes! C-Christian!” you cried out as he continued to thrust while your body quaked around him. You felt Christian’s cock twitch against your walls as he filled you with everything he had. There was no hiding your smile as you watched his features be completely overtaken with ecstasy. When he finally steadied his breathing, Christian left you speechless when he kissed your chest and hinted at wanting a round 2, “So what’s your plan for the pink lingerie? I hope you’re not going to return it. I’m thinking you should go and put it on and let me make a mess out of that one too…”

[w3bgrl]

bonding time

synopsis: a glimpse into one of jinju’s more significant bonding sessions

date: october 2019

era: pre-double knot

word count: 1.2k

featuring: kang juyeon, hwang hyunjin

warnings: n/a

juyeon huffed with an annoyed smile as her phone started to ring, shifting the to-go boxes in her hands to pull her mask down so she could answer the call. she didn’t even check to see who it was before speaking. “i’m actively coming up the stairs right now”

‘you better be!’ hyunjin whined on the other line ‘i’ve been waiting all day for this.’

she laughed as she ascended the last step. “you’re ridiculous. now come let me in!”

the door swung open within seconds of the words leaving her mouth to reveal hyunjin with an excited smile. she hurried inside and kicked her shoes off to set the food down on the soda-adorned coffee table before falling onto the familiar couch with a relieved sigh.

“how was it?” hyunjin asked and claimed the other couch, already opening the boxes to start eating “how was the rain?”

juyeon sat up with a groan and took her mask and hat off, throwing them haphazardly on the coffee table. “it was fine, i’m just so bad at socializing when i’m alone.”

“why? what happened?”

juyeon finally opened her takeout box as hyunjin shoveled down his first sushi roll of many, lips jutted out the way they usually did when he ate. she broke her chopsticks and rolled them between her palms.

“there was this display stand to advertise their home-made sauce that called it ‘awesome sauce’. so when our food was ready i asked if i could try their ‘awesome sauce’ and the employee - like - didn’t know what to say to me.” juyeon turned their current tv-show on before taking the first bite. “turns out,” she covered her food-filled mouth “it was just spicy mayo. awesome sauce was the marketing hook; like the ‘got milk?’ slogan? yeah.”

hyunjin’s eyes squeezed shut as he laughed silently at the older girl who in turn took a gloomy bite of her food. her frown turned upside down the second she started eating, though, and hyunjin apologized for her misfortune that day before their attention fell to the tv.

their ‘bonding time’ thing started a long time ago, but their most recent addition to the routine was showing one another new shows the other would never pick themselves. last sunday was hyunjin’s pick and he chose a romantic murder mystery called ‘w; two worlds.’ juyeon typically avoided watching romantic shows because it usually didn’t appeal to her idea of romance, but to her surprise, she actually really liked the show. so much so that they had been watching the rest of it together during the week and planned on finishing it by the following sunday.

“ah,” hyunjin held his chest with food-stuffed cheeks after a particularly sweet interaction between the characters “this show makes my heart flutter.”

juyeon shrugged. it didn’t so much ‘make her heart flutter,’ but she did enjoy the show and watching the main characters transition into lovers. however, hyunjin was unimpressed with her reaction and stopped chewing completely.

“you disagree?” he asked with his eyebrows raised high “you’re saying it doesn’t give you butterflies?”

“i just think you have more of an eye for that stuff, you’re a pisces after all.” she finally cracked open the soda he had set out for her “plus, you’ve never dated anyone, right? you’re more susceptible to it.”

hyunjin now set down his chopsticks in a manner that reminded juyeon of how he used to be - confrontational and aggressive. however, he’d grown a long ways since this time and instead of standing to show how big and bad he was, hyunjin crossed his legs and clasped his hands together professor-like.

“what about you, then? are you not ‘susceptible’ because of alll the boyfriends you’ve had?”

she laughed at this and placed the can back on the table. “well, i’ve never had a boyfriend, so we can start there.”

hyunjin sat back and crossed his arms, an eyebrow cocked with disbelief. he narrowed his eyes at her as if staring too hard would elicit the truth and when it didn’t he shook his head. “i don’t believe you.”

she laughed again “why? is that hard to believe?”

“you’ve never dated anyone?”

the blush of deception on juyeon’s cheeks caught his attention and he kept his eyes locked on her features as she brushed her hair off her neck. “that’s not what i said…” she trailed off and took another bite.

hyunjin took what she said in his hands and rolled it around to see every angle; every meaning. yet all perspectives revealed the same thing and his eyes bulged wide once he put words to it. never did he expect juyeon to be into girls - she was in a group of 8 dudes! but then again, she was in a group of boys, always surrounded by men. they never really got to see how she interacted with the same sex.

“noona! i didn’t know you were a player like that”

“why does that make me a player?” she whined “it was just once!”

her wording made the situation sound much more suggestive than it actually was which in turn made hyunjin’s jaw fall open. “wha - kang juyeon!”

“just one girl, hyune.” she clarified firmly “i was like sixteen, anyways. we just hung out a lot.”

although she was ready to return to the show, this box had been opened, and now hyunjin had every question under the sun. he started with just one more.

“who was it?”

she shook her head with her eyes on the tv “doesn’t matter anymore.”

“did it end badly?”

“no, it was fine. we just kinda stopped talking.”

hyunjin readjusted his seating position to fully face juyeon, his beloved show now long forgotten after unlocking new lore from his older member. he had to hand it to her, although you wouldn’t guess it, she could be quite mysterious.

“was she a trainee?”

juyeon picked up on his disinterest in the show and paused it so as to save their spot before finally turning to him. she reminded herself that this was the whole point of bonding time, and she had been in hyunjin’s position plenty of times in the past so there was kind of an obligation to answer his questions. “yes, she was.”

“did she debut?”

“no, no.” she dismissed him quickly “i think she left in 2018.”

hyunjin chuckled “maybe because the one that got away debuted that year?”

juyeon shrugged charmingly although she didn’t think that was the reason for her departure and stood from her seat to grab another soda from the fridge. however, hyunjin’s questions just kept rolling. “did i ever meet this girl?”

“probably not.” she hummed as she returned “we hung out in the dorms after practice cause we didn’t see each other all day - cause i was with you guys.”

“i see.”

as he finished his last roll of sushi hyunjin went over the information he had gathered in his head, a silence falling over the room. juyeon assumed he had finally had his fill of questions and grabbed the remote to resume their episode.

“well,” hyunjin smiled at her teasingly as she waited on him to start the show again “if you ever find yourself needing advice in a romantic situation someday, let me know. i’ve been told i have an eye for those kinds of things.”

“yeah,” she bit her tongue as certain…instances she had with someone recently came to mind “whatever you say, jinnie.”

[cherrychilli]

I don’t know if your still taking requests but the Steve horny thots have been eating my brain today. And the sort of recent pics of Joe in Jamaica are adding fuel 🔥

Imagine being at a family wedding and readers looking 🥵 driving Steve mad because he’s having the horny thoughts but has to behave because of everyone about. When he manages 2 minutes kind of alone with you he says he’s having a tough time concentrating because all he wants do is get you back to the hotel room and take your underwear off with his teeth. But reader leans close to his ear and whispers that he should have told her those plans earlier because she would have made sure to actually put underwear on. Then she winks at him and walks off just leaving him a sweaty mess 🔥🔥 but also, think about what he’d do as payback when he actually gets back to the room!

I need to go take a cold shower and pray! 🫣

This is spicy🔥 Thanks for sending in your thots, anon!

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, oral sex(F receiving)

I mean, he'd have to punish you. You were asking for it, testing his patience when you turned towards him and discreetly spread your legs apart in your seat while all the other guests were preoccupied giving their full attention to the Maid of Honor who was in the middle of a heartfelt speech. It was only for a few seconds but he could see just how wet you were before your thighs joined again and you turned away with a satisfied smirk to sip on your champagne. You shouldn't have been surprised when he pulls you up from your seat later, leading you past the crowd that had begun to form on the dance floor and towards your hotel room. "Shouldn't have teased me, honey", he warns but you glimpse the quick smile on his face and you know you're going to enjoy your punishment.

He wouldn't undress you when you return to your room, only manhandling you onto the bed as he pulls your dress over your hips to slot his head between your legs. Your heels are still on, catching on the back of his crisp dress shirt as he positions your legs over his shoulders. He wanted to make you to feel as delirious as he did after enduring your teasing, eating you out till your makeup starts to run from all the tears spilling down your cheeks. He'd love the way you squeal and gasp as he tongues your cunt, drawing multiple orgasms out of you but refuses to stop even when you tug at his hair and cry out that you can't take anymore. "Stevie, please it's too much- can't cum anymore", you sob. It's exactly what he wants. To hear you break, to make a mess of you but he's not done with you yet. He pulls away from your pussy, face slick with your juices and breath fanning over your oversensitive clit as he laughs. "Not until I make you squirt".

[asherlockstudy]

"Link's unhinged lunacy in 2017-2019" 👀 sounds like a long story, but could you perhaps elaborate on that just a little bit?

Oh boy I honestly don’t know what to say. If for instance you think now Link sometimes says the most unhinged things, you should see how he was at the time. It was so crazy that I think either 2018 or 2019 was called the Year of the Twink in the fandom , after a joke R&L had made in the show.

Honestly there are things Link would now think twice before doing but a few years ago he did without a second thought. Some honourable mentions could be:

That time after a very spicy pepper, he was crawling on Rhett’s feet and hugging his leg for emotional support

A lot of crawling and allowing others to manhandle him, which he clearly enjoyed.

Once they were making a pizza in a car and Link straddled Rhett in a cowgirl position for literally no reason

A lot of getting close to Rhett in general and trying to bring him to his limits

Including asking him if he is attracted to him or if he considers him a silver fox

Sitting in LTAT always in the gayest fashion possible.

Long talks about how he liked to shave his body and every time he started to shave his legs, he lost control and went all the way “up”. He doesn’t shave as much anymore btw

Half of his conversations were about his shiny, pink, smooth and hairless rosebud (and yes rosebud is what you think it is). There was also always a reminder that his rosebud remained tight.

The other half of his conversations were about his bidet and how in love he was with it. That time he said in an interview that he wanted the angle of the water to go so deep that it could hit him in the throat (all the way from the ass to the throat) lives inside my brain rent-free forever

These are just a few moments that came to mind but it is only a glimpse to peak Link Neal unhinged-ness, he is super restrained now by comparison

In lack of a better description for a few years he appeared to go rabid for Rhett. I kinda think he still does but he controls it better

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 9: Lights, Camera, Action (Videotaping)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Medic decide to make some spicy home movies

Tags: video taping, oral

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

The beep of the camera, alerting that it was now recording, made you flinch. It felt louder than it should have in the relatively small space of Medic’s quarters. The little red light on the device caught your eye, blinking in even intervals, and you had to tear your gaze away from it.

You tried to convince yourself that it was foolish to be nervous. This was far from the most daring activity you had ever done with the mad doctor, but still, the idea of taping yourself doing such things made you shudder. By the end of the night you would have a physical record of yourself being utterly ravished, and the idea of that was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Of course, it wasn’t just you. Medic would obviously also be in the recording, but he seemed far less anxious about it than you. He sauntered confidently over from where he had set up the camera with a lascivious grin. You knew he was proud of himself. He had bought the device especially for this occasion, something that you and him had talked about at length beforehand.

You drummed your fingers on the edges of the bed, crossing and uncrossing your legs, now hyper aware of the fact that your every move was being monitored. Were you supposed to act natural, not even acknowledging that the camera was there? Or should you play it up for the recording? Unsure what to do, you simply squirmed in place, waiting for some kind of instructions.

“Excited?” Medic asked, noticing your fidgeting. You squeezed your hands together, trying to keep them still and gave a kind of half smile.

“A little. I’m also a bit nervous,” you confessed, avoiding his gaze and staring down at the floor.

Medic sat next to you on the bed, putting an arm around your shoulders. You eased into his touch, his shirt already off, allowing you to enjoy the sensation of skin against skin. “It's alright, liebe. No one will ever see this except us.” He began to kiss along your jaw, making you sigh as he whispered between gentle pecks. “Isn’t that enticing? The idea of having our own little secret?”

You didn’t get to respond before he laid claim to your mouth, his tongue entwined with yours. You couldn’t deny that the whole situation did sound hot. The idea of having this kind of memory to revisit, a physical testament to lust, passion, and pleasure, was incredibly erotic. Medic could feel you melting into his touch, inhibitions falling away as he kissed you. You were breathing more heavily than usual when the two of you parted.

“Think of it as an experiment.” His hands began to trail up your thighs. “I’m just testing your reaction to certain stimuli …” his palm cupped the front of your underwear, making you shudder. “And recording the results.”

Only Medic could make such clinical language sound so hot.

You were very aware of how wet you were, and you were sure Medic knew as well, with how he was caressing you through your panties. He knew just how to get you worked up. You let out a shaky breath before responding. “Alright, I think I’m ready.”

“Excellent.” He had you lay back on the bed while he shifted lower, pulling the waistband of your underwear down before tossing them to the floor. His hands ran up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and making you shudder. “Now, let’s show off just how much you love my tongue.”

You arched your back as Medic dragged his tongue over your cunt, gasping as he pressed deeper into you before flicking upwards towards your clit. He rested your legs on his shoulders, continuing to caress your thighs as he worked that delightful mouth of his on your sex. You peered down and caught a glimpse of him, his eyes shut as he savored your taste, hair tousled just perfectly.

His fingers dug into your flesh and he began to focus in on your clit once he felt he had worked you up enough. You squirmed and pleaded, feeling the pleasure beginning to build already. If Medic’s goal was to display how fond you were of this, then he was certainly succeeding. But of course, this couldn’t end so soon, and just when you felt like you were about to fall over the precipice, he stopped. You let out a frustrated groan as he stood upright, moving your legs down off of his shoulders.

“There we go. You seem much less nervous now,” he said, looking smug as hell as he watched you pout.

“Why did you stop?” you whined. He was right, you were less nervous, but you were also very frustrated as you felt the pleasure that had been building begin to ebb away into a desperate ache.

Medic unfastened his belt, removing his trousers and climbing on top of you with startling speed. You gasped as he pinned your arms to the bed. He knew you enjoyed the feeling of being overpowered. “I want to finish with you, liebchen.” And with that, he was kissing you again, teasing your lips apart. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made your head spin. As you grew more impatient, you began to rub your thigh against his erection, making him pull away with a gasp. He paused to regain his composure before speaking. “I think I would like to take you from behind, with you facing the camera,” he whispered, his voice shaky with his own lust even as he struggled to keep it steady. “I want to capture all those beautiful expressions you make when I’m fucking you senseless.”

His words were enough for you to get into position, on all fours with your legs spread to give Medic all the access he needed. He ran his hands down your back in gentle, soothing circles and gave a soft word of warning before entering you. You tried and failed to suppress a moan at the sensation of finally being filled. Medic leaned over you, his chest pressed flush against your back as he began to gently thrust into you, rocking against your body in a slow, steady rhythm to start off with.

Hushed moans and whimpers fell from your lips as you struggled with the desire to hide your face against the mattress. You made an effort to keep your head up and to keep looking into the lens, even though it made your cheeks burn red. Part of you wished Medic would go faster, just so you would have something to focus on other than the unfeeling eye of the camera, recording your every reaction.

“Don’t be shy, mein schönes mädchen,” Medic groaned, as if reading your thoughts. He could probably feel that you were beginning to tense up. “You look so beautiful.”

That definitely boosted your ego a bit, making you hold your head higher with far less shame. Slowly, you began to ease into the pleasure, rocking your hips back to meet Medic’s thrusts, no longer caring about the camera as much before.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, you know,” you said, glancing back at Medic with a grin. “I won’t break.”

You felt a weight being lifted from your back as Medic sat up, no longer leaning on top of you. “Are you certain?” he asked, his hands resting on your waist. You could feel his fingers twitching, resisting the urge to grip you tighter.

“I am, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut, the fact that you were saying this on camera once again hitting you like a ton of bricks. You gripped the sheets, keeping your embarrassment under control and pushing on. “I want you to fuck me harder.”

“Gott,” Medic moaned softly. Just as you expected, the moment he had your permission his grasp on your waist tightened. Not only did he enjoy the feeling of your body giving in beneath his fingers, it also allowed for more leverage. He pulled back and thrust into you, hard, pulling you backwards to meet his hips. “You feel so good, liebchen.”

Even as Medic held a near bruising grip on your waist you continued to rock back against him harder and faster, making each thrust hit deep. Soon his hands began to wander, stroking up and down your back, kneading your ass, reaching around to caress your chest. You couldn’t help but turn into a moaning mess as he peppered you with all kinds of pleasurable sensations. It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar sensation of your body begging for release, especially when Medic hit an especially sensitive spot. You arched back with a shout.

“Right there?” Medic asked, his voice shaking with either mirth or lust- you couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both. “Is that a good spot?”

You nodded frantically, not trusting yourself to be able to speak coherently. All you knew was that you wouldn’t be able to stand this teasing for much longer. Thankfully, you didn’t need to. By now Medic was just as desperate as you, and he angled himself in order to perfectly strike your sweet spot with each thrust, hard and fast.

“Fuck, Medic! I’m-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, but the message was loud and clear.

“I’ve got you, liebling. Don’t hold back, I want to hear you come for me,” Medic said, speaking between breathy groans. “I want to look back on this and remember just how good I made you feel. I want you to look back on this and crave my touch.”

Both of you would certainly have plenty to look back on. You tipped over the edge just a moment later, moans and gasps reaching a fever pitch. Your body trembled with the effort it took to keep yourself upright. Even as the waves of pleasure began to fade, Medic was still slamming into you, the overstimulation finally making your arms buckle, leaving you facedown on the bed. Your whimpers were now muffled by the sheets, but he didn’t seem to care, too busy chasing his own orgasm, which overtook him with a few more frantic thrusts. You could feel him shudder against you, as he went still.

For a moment you were nervous that he would collapse on top of you, but he managed to find the strength to roll over. You sighed appreciatively as he stroked your back, with you still laying face down on the bed. You couldn’t suppress a soft whine when he left your side to turn off the camera, even though it was barely a few moments until he returned. Immediately, you settled in next to him, his arms wrapped around you almost posessively. “That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” you said, still sounding breathless.

Medic grinned at you, looking like he already knew you were going to say that. “I knew you would enjoy it once you got started, meine liebe.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, this kiss being far more chaste than what you had shared earlier in the night. “And I promise, that recording will be under lock and key, unless we ever want to do some reminiscing.”

The emphasis placed on that final word excited you. This whole situation, having this erotic secret, was thrilling. Not only that, but the idea of watching yourself getting fucked was rather tantalizing. Nearly all the fear you felt at the start had disappeared now, and perhaps that is why you felt bold enough to suggest what you did next.

“You know, that camera probably still has quite a bit of memory left. It would be a shame for it to go to waste,” you said.

“Oh?” Medic immediately took note of what you were proposing, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Are you up for another round already, liebchen?”

“I think I am,” you said, rolling off of the bed and strutting over to where the camera sat. You pressed the record button. That familiar beep and the red blinking light seemed far less intimidating than before. You turned back to Medic with a devious smirk. “And I’m going to be on top this time.”

[covermeindinsbeskar]

Reflected Stars

Rating:eventually will be 18+ (some swearing, canon violence)

Word Count: 1,885

Summary: your are a bounty hunter. Your new to the guild, hoping to gain recognition. While hunting for your target you end up working along side one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy.

Notes: it’s been a hot minute since I wrote a fic. This is a slow burn fic, but will get spicy ;) hope everyone enjoys! chapter 2

Chapter 1

You’ve come to this almost barren ice planet in search of your bounty. Your skills aren't as good as you would like them to be, but you're a damn good shot. You are hoping to get better recognized by the Hunters guild, Bounties rarely come your way. Work has been dry. This is the first real assignment the guild has given you. it should be simple; collect the target, bring him to the local guild outpost, Collect your payment, then back to Nevarro for the next job. You pull out your tracking fob which directs you into a cantina. Warmth! You silently cry. At least you’ll be able to have food and a beverage before taking the bounty down. scanning the room, you spot your target surrounded by a group of people. You take a seat at a booth and order a drink, without breaking your gaze from the target. Easing into the seat, you pull your hair into a ponytail. Your concentration is broken by an unknown voice behind you.

“Now what’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” slightly annoyed, you finish your drink in one swig, ignoring him.

“I'm talking to you girl!” that’s it. Anger flows through your body. Just as you are about to knock the shit out of this guy the cantina doors open. This startles one of the patrons who was with the target making him spill his drink. An armored man stands tall in the entrance. He walks to the bar, everyone's attention drawn to him, and the room falls silent.

"You spilled my drink," the patron yells in an alien language. He is being ignored. Although you cannot understand the sudden commotion, you can visibly see the patron's anger.

"I said... you spilled my drink!" The patron repeats.

"He said you spilled his drink; Don't worry about it. I will get you a new one on the house," the bartender says to the armored man before turning to make a new one.

The patron walks up behind the armored man with his group following him. You quickly notice the target is now alone. You turn your head to notice the armored man being surrounded by the group. One of the men shoves him from behind yelling in an alien language. Another goes in from behind to throw a punch which is quickly slipped by the armored man followed by a throw to the ground. The others quickly close in on him and in a flash, he shoots a cable from his wrist at the legs of one of the assailants binding them together. He falls smashing his head on a nearby booth. You look back to the target who is frantically gathering all his possessions off the table. He is going to make a run for it. You should follow him out while the whole cantina is distracted by the violence, you think. The group now realizes that they are dealing with a trained combatant rather than some bar rat, they reach for their blasters and begin to fire. The target runs out the door and you jump from the table after him. Your last glimpse before fleeing the cantina is the armored man firing back at the group.

You start to run with the target in sight. His figure flashing in and out through the swirling snow. The air feels like blades against your skin. Should’ve worn warmer gear. You grab your blaster and push yourself faster. Got you now! you lurch forward tackling him to the ground. You pin him down on his back and put your blaster to his forehead.

"Don't move." In terror, he throws his hands in the air.

"I'll pay you twice what I'm worth!" He pleads while you bind his hands together. You get off him with the blaster still pointed at him.

“Get up!” You demand. He complies in defeat. You push him in front of you making him trip on his own feet.

“Move it!” You yell,

“Ok! you know I-”

“I don’t want to hear it” you interrupt.

“Nothing you say will convi-” you stop mid-sentence feeling your feet come together so tightly you feel they may break. You fall to the ground, your blaster falling out of your hands in front you.

You raise your gaze to the target, his face twisted with fear. You seize your blaster and flip over onto your back. You are now face to face with the armored man from the cantina. Your legs bound and heart racing, time seems to stop. There is only silence as you peer into the T of the helmet, looking for any signs of life.

"Release me!" You protest. He stands tall with his blaster pointed between your eyes, saying nothing.

"Are you going to kill me?" Your voice stutters in fear. Who is this assassin in front of you? While you examine his body language, the target begins to bolt away from the two of you. The man behind you draws his blaster and strikes the target squarely on the shoulder.

You turn around to see the target hit the ground. You shuffle backwards, squirming away from the target. Only to look up at the man towering over you as your back collides with the shooter's legs. The sun shines in your eyes as he tilts his head down to look at you. Fear and curiosity wash over you. You peer through the visor for his eyes. This fails. Your investigation is interrupted by the sounds groaning from the target rolling around on the ground.

"What in the world was that for?" he exclaims. The shooter pulls a bounty puck from his pocket, revealing your target's face. The shooter quickly steps over you and towards the target. Shit. should have known he was a bounty hunter.

"I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold..." he says finally.

“Hey! That’s my bounty!” You scream.

“Not anymore” the bounty hunter replies. You reach for the rope around your ankles and attempt to gain freedom.

“I got him first! It's only fair I finish the deal” you declare. The hunter tilts his helmet to the side. Is he even listening to me?

“Now, now you two... no need to fight over me!” the target speaks up.

“Shut up!” You yell back at him.

You look back to the bounty hunter “please... I really need this one.”

“there's always other jobs” he says back and begins to walk off with your target in his possession. The truth is this bounty was your ticket back to Nevarro for more work. You barely have enough credits to cover your board and food right now. You sigh and reach into your boot for your knife and begin cutting through the rope. finally feeling relief on your ankles, you stand up holstering your weapon and staring ahead as the two figures walk ahead of you into the distance.

“Wait!” You scream, running to catch up with them.

The hunter comes to a halt, his back turned toward you. His armor is battered from previous battles, but he wears it proudly.

"Let's bring him together," you say.

His helmet turns to his shoulder, "And why should we do that?" he wonders.

"As I said, I desperately need this. Without him, I won't be able to leave this planet," will he even care about this? This man clearly has no reason to help you. “I just need enough credits to get off this planet. The rest is yours." You finally confess. He ponders for a second.

“Listen lady, a Mandalorian would never share his bounty with some random person” the target blurts out.

He’s a Mandalorian? You observe. You’ve only ever heard stories, never saw one with your own eyes. He tenses up in response to the target's words.

“He wants credits, either way he’ll get them” you state. The Mandalorian lowers his shoulders and turns to face you.

“Fine. We'll take him in together,” you smile at his conclusion, clapping your hands together in celebration. He walks over and towers over you, “but I'm keeping all the credits. I'm going to Nevarro anyway, we can part ways there.”

you nod, “understood.” He turns on his heels, taking the bounty’s arm and walking on ahead.

You practically skip over to catch up, a smile on your lips as you walk alongside him. "Do you have a ship?" You inquire.

"Yes."

Man of few words.

You finally arrive at his ship after a long walk.

"A razor crest!" You exclaim, "pre-empire?" he only responds with a simple nod. The three of you walk up the ramp and into the cockpit. You stand at the entrance, taking in your surroundings. It definitely needs some repairs but, it’s organized and lived in. It feels comforting and warm.

"Nice ship," you say honestly.

The target shifts to the sole passenger seat about to claim it. The Mandalorian quickly pulls him away from it.

"You can stand," he insists

"That's very nice of you," says the target, rolling his eyes.

You stand sheepishly beside the target. Am I supposed to stand here too? The Mandalorian adjusts his seat comfortably in preparation for takeoff.

He turns his head to you, “sit” he orders.

“oh! Right, thanks..” you shuffle over to the empty seat, jumping onto it.

We were a few hours into our quiet departure. The only words being spoken are those of the targets who occasionally bargains for freedom. You glance at the Mandalorian, your gaze drawn to the galaxy reflected in his helmet. His helmet twinkles with every bit of light hitting it.

"Do you ever remove your helmet? must be uncomfortable" When you inquire, you are ignored.

"Do you have a name?" You sigh.

"No," he says as his helmet tilts to the side.

“No, you don’t have a name. Or no you don’t take off your helmet?” You pry.

"No to both," he spits. You sigh and look out the window at his response. you lean back into the chair, arms crossed. Who knows how long it’ll take to get to Nevarro, at least you’re trying to make conversation. Seems like it’ll be a quiet ride back.

You give him your name, hoping he’ll open up to more questions.

"I'll call you Mando from now on," you resolve. His upper body shifts towards you as if he is about to speak again.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this introduction, but can I use the Vacc Tube?" We both ignore him. "Trust me, if you've never seen a Fledgling Mythrol evacuate their florax, you're lucky!” he says again as he shuffles closer to the door. Mando fiddles with some controls while ignoring him even more.

"Um... I'll go look for that Vacc Tube," he decides as he walks out the door.

"Found it!" he exclaims from the bottom of the ship. You shift in your seat, suddenly nervous at the prospect of being alone with the Mandalorian.

"Are you going to let him get away?" You question.

"It might take me a minute!” The target exclaims.

"Gross," you mutter. Mando lets out a soft sigh, his modulator cracking.

He gets up and walks towards the door.

"What's your plan?" You ask, hoping you can help in some way.

"To deal with him." he sighs. Leaving you alone with nothing but the stars.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 5

Episode 14: My Dinner With Bigfoot (SMUT)

*hola, amigos, we have a little sprinkling of smut throughout the chapter. 

Oh, yeah, this is gonna be spread out since variety is the spice of life. don't do stuff in the woods though. you will get arrested in real life. HAVE FUN!

for the less corrupted amongst us, there are some slightly spicy scenes towards the middle that aren't too bad, followed by genuine smut so look out for the warnings since we'll be going in and out of mature content*

Friday night, date night. Or at least it was supposed to be.

Things had been busy lately. Since the loss of the fifth and sixth Man Cave, there had been a lot of baloney about sorting stuff out. That new Man Cave smell was nice but it was so formal and stiff, not the kind of thing you wanted for your home, so Ray and (y/n) had made good on their promise to each other.

Not the new wardrobe thing, although Ray did take his sweet girl out shopping one afternoon and returned carrying fourteen bags just to rival every other man in the mall who was following their wife or girlfriend around like a lovesick puppy. 

Every surface. No joke. That's what he'd whispered in her ear, so that's what they'd done, desecrating their new bed as well as the shower, the guest shower, a few walls, the hall, the couch, the computer's chair, the kitchen and the tubes. Animals. 

Things were back to normal, which meant a quiet night in was needed with the two of them and a bottle of red. No funny business, that's what Ray had said, not because he didn't love fucking her whenever and wherever but because after getting scolded by Schwoz for leaving evidence strewn across the Man Cave, he decided they needed to dial it back a bit.

And that had led to them enjoying a very fine evening in their room, nothing lewd or suggestive, just the two of them curled up on the floor with a blanket next to a TV with a looped video of a fireplace on the monitor. It was a bit corny as they sipped their wine and giggled when it went to their heads, laughing when Ray fed (y/n) a strawberry and booped her nose. 

It was cute and there wasn't stuff. Ray had told Schwoz there wouldn't be and that's how it was staying. That was the plan, anyway.

"You know what this reminds me of?" the man mumbled as he watched his lover swirl the blood-red liquid in her glass before putting it down to focus on his words. He was languishing against a half-moon of pillows, arms stretched along the row and his legs spread in front of him so she could shuffle closer, curl into his side and rest her head against his chest.

"What?" 

"The first time I took you out to dinner..." he said softly and tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear when it fell from her lowering her gaze shyly. It was a bit weird, he knew that this was nothing like the first time he took her out to dinner, whether it be they were "friends" or lovers.

"What? You do know that we weren't sitting on the floor or alone in your bedroom on either occasion," (y/n) giggled, sitting up so she could look at him properly and possibly sneak a sip from the wine glass he raised to his lips, even though she had her own. 

God, her younger self would kill to know what her future held and would've died and gone to heaven at the idea of her best friend pulling her into his lap so their faces were at the same level, his hand on her bare thigh, fingers grazing under her dress innocently as he pecked her lips.

"I know, but it feels the same. But this time, you're not my friend or my girlfriend...you're my wife," Ray grinned and tilted his head forward to catch her lips once more in a slow, sloppy, uncoordinated dance that was enough to set a fire alight in (y/n)'s core. Her hips shifted and tilted to press against his clothed cock, which was barely hard, merely twitching with slight interest as his jeans gave her a glimpse of pleasure. 

They shouldn't--couldn't, she knew that. This was meant to be relaxing, a chance for them to catch up with clothes on but she couldn't help it. Call her crazy after the Christening of The Cave as it had come to be known but she wanted him. She always had and it was that which convinced her. 

Until the taste of wine became sharp and sour on her tongue and she remembered that her past self never had to contend with tipsy Ray.

"Doofus..." she giggled, pulling away from his lips, although she remained firmly on his lap, clit pulsating against the rough coolness of his zipper, "I think someone has had a little too much wine...I'm not your wife yet."

"You should be...you're so pretty and smart. My sweet girl..." he mumbled and dragged his thumb over her bottom lip as he pouted at the thought of yet more waiting. He pouted even more when she took his wine glass from his hand, the one that had been dangerously close to tipping its contents all over them as he lost himself in her honey taste, and placed it next to hers away from the blanket.

No spillages, thank you. Instead, the chilled Pinot was left to go lukewarm as her hands returned to his shoulders to keep him pushed against their pillow next and his eyebrows twitched at the sudden change in the atmosphere. 

He could feel it; the way she looked at him, the way her thighs trembled when his grip slid to her waist and how her weight seemed to shift to press against him at the right angle and make him stiffen. 

"I know what we can do in the meantime," (y/n) smirked and slotted her mouth against his, expecting him to play right into her hands and remap his territory with his typical vigour. Ray loved pinning her down, ravishing her, taking what he wanted, especially when he was given such a tempting invite, so it was a surprise when he pulled away.

"No, sweet girl, what did we say?" the man growled and held her away from him by wrapping a gentle hand around her throat. He didn't squeeze, it just rested there as a reminder that despite his reluctance to spread her out and have his fill, he was very much in charge. However, it didn't stop her from whining and rocking her cunt against him once as a protest.

"But--"

"No buts. I promised Schwoz that we just having a quiet dinner in a room, nothing that will cause him any grief," she huffed at the name of the genius, who right now was the enemy since it was his complaint that meant his free hand was clutching her pelvic bone to keep her still. 

So what if he found her bralette on top of the microwave? It was nothing he hadn't seen before but apparently, finding the matching panties hanging from a monitor in the main room was the final straw. Whoops.

"So? We'll just have to be extra careful next time we fuck in front of the TV," the heroine giggled, drawing another growl from his lips as he casually pressed butterfly kisses to her jaw. There wasn't gonna be the next time, not if he could help it, no matter how irresistible the offer was, but he figured a peck or two couldn't hurt.

"Needy little girl..."

"And besides. What we do in our room isn't up to Schwoz. If he finds something in here, then it's his fault, not mine when I want you to fuck me in our bed, in our bedroom, with the door shut," she whispered hotly into his ear, biting the lobe as she made her point and began grinding her clothed pussy into his lap, where he was getting undeniably hard from her begging.

Her dress was flimsy, thin and the sort of garment he didn't like to see her walk outside in just because she looked as if she could freeze to death at any moment, in any weather. But she didn't intend to walk away, not when she had him to keep her warm and the delightful friction between her legs, which had perfect access in the dress he hated to love. 

But even he couldn't resist bunching her dress around her thighs and pushing it up to her belly button, revealing the lacy panties she'd put on underneath. Fuck him, they were soaked, sliding over his painfully hard cock that throbbed at the sight of her rutting against him--a show only for him. 

He wasn't going back on his word, he was just looking with hooded eyes. Nothing wrong with that. 

"But I'm not gonna fuck you, darlin'. Not here, not tonight. Not after someone else got to see your panties and I had to collect them," the hero told her firmly, swallowing the lump in his throat when she wailed and sagged against him. The look in her eyes suggested mutiny as if he'd betrayed her in the worst way as her hips kept moving--almost madly now that he'd said that.

He'd be a liar if he said the thought of pushing into her wet little hole didn't make him want to cream his pants, he could tell from the mess she was making that she was desperate despite them being very...active over the past few days. But that was the problem, she wasn't there when a mortified Schwoz handed over a pile of freshly laundered underwear whilst wearing rubber gloves with him as the equally mortified recipient. 

"Wha---Ray, that's not fair! I need it--want your cock so bad! Can't you see how wet I am?" she whined, pulling at his shirt like a petulant child who couldn't get her way. Her fingers snaked to cup her mound, where she gathered an embarrassing amount of slick that had seeped through the lace on two fingers. Even through his jeans, she could make out the head of his cock straining against the denim and her mouth dropped open when it poked and teased her entrance.

"Which is why you're going to get yourself off like this. Rubbing your pretty clit and begging me for more, so come on. Make yourself cum," Ray challenged, giving her a hard stare, which she shrank under. He wasn't gonna--huh? 

She could do as he asked, with him talking so filthily in her ear, it was easy but what she desired was so close. It didn't make sense that he'd sit there and torture himself like that when it would be so easy to unzip his pants and free his cock, let her bounce on it a little until they were both falling apart. And yet here he was, gazing down at her so cockily as his hands started to pull her hips back and forth.

"But I want to ride and cum on your cock, like I did on the couch--wanna feel you so deep inside--" she muttered squeakily as her hand went inside her panties and began circling her clit in a figure of eight. He seemed pleased with how she carried out his barked orders and fondled her tit through her dress as she did until her stupid mouth got her into trouble for being bratty.

"What did I say, little one? You'll take whatever I do or don't give you and endure. I want you to cum like this," he replied harshly and the hand that had been pinching at her nipples left them alone to smack her ass harshly, causing her cunt to brush against his cock deliciously. A hiss left his lips and as much as he wanted to take care of her, was suddenly, selfishly starting to wish that he could fill her up.

This was yet another part of his game and she loved playing it no matter how frustrated she became when the stimulation on her throbbing bud wasn't enough. Poor thing, she had it too easy, thinking she would get fucked every time her pussy started aching, but he had to teach her that bad girls don't get what they want. 

"Please..." she pleaded, nuzzling her head under his jaw and kissing his pulse point in a bid to get as close to him as possible. Maybe if she reminded him that she was his good girl, his sweet girl, his cute, innocent future wife, he'd give in.

"No..." he growled, refusing to touch her any more than he already was; hands on her ass, tits and waist, lips nibbling at her neck, no more. It added to her frustration when he let groaned lowly in the back of his throat, no doubt kicking his orgasm away as she teetered on the edge of hers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't--please!" (y/n) begged. No matter how hard she tried, how quickly she rubbed, how deeply she ground, her release was always out of reach, running away as soon as she chased it and only he had what she needed to grasp it. 

Again, he denied her, helping her movements against him as if that was any help. The only real thing he did was seize the top of her panties between his two fingers and thumb before ripping the elastic. The lace was shredded, useless and able to peel away easily from her figure after that, meaning her cunt was bare and free to ruin his pants as she wished, even if the increased friction was laughable. 

"Fuck, you're soaked, sweetheart. This all for me? This the hole you want fucked?" he asked mockingly as his fingers finally stroked through her velvety slick, causing her mouth to fall open and her pussy to move against them greedily. A fingertip breached her hole and she screamed, hands balling his shirt as one digit slid into her and then another straight away.

Her head nodded weakly as she sobbed at finally having something to clench around but it was nowhere near enough. Not when she was used to stretching around his girth as he pounded the life out of her.

"More--please--need your--cock--"

"How many times, filthy girl? I'm not fucking you right now, you can cum on my hand," Ray tried to remain firm, scissoring his fingers to try and make them feel bigger. Honestly, he didn't care about Schwoz, it was his Man Cave, he'd fuck his fiancée wherever he liked but it provided a good excuse to tease her and drag their date out a little more. 

He loved her like this and had planned to woo her, bed her, make love to her during the evening, forgetting his promise to Schwoz. Although, he didn't expect to be quite like this.

"But--but you could fuck me, fuck my pussy...anywhere," his fingers stilled inside her and his eyes met hers with a steely gaze, causing her to carry on with needy confidence, "you said you would and you still haven't. Captain, why haven't you fucked my ass yet?"

The effect was instantaneous and better than she could have ever imagined. Ray's hand was ripped from her cunt and she whined at that, only to whimper when he roared and pushed her to the blanket roughly. Within seconds, he was swiftly crawling up her body whilst simultaneously fumbling to free his weeping member, which was straining after that suggestion.

That had been pushed to the back of their minds, on the table but ignored for now since they'd never had enough time to do it safely and properly but that didn't mean he wasn't desperate to try it. He still wanted to see her every hole claimed, sated and owned by him, so her teasing rose the beast within him that wanted her on all fours for him to see.

"You're so bad--bad fucking girl. My girl," he grumbled in her ear as she braced herself on her hands and knees, skirt flicked over her ass, and looked back to see his perfect, glorious cock pulled from his zipper. He was leaking, an angry-red colour and bobbing deliciously as he hissed from the cool air; it was clear that he couldn't be bothered to properly take off their clothing, not after she'd said that.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard and then, if you're lucky, I might start practising stretching this hole out, ready for my--" Ray rambled, letting himself get lost in the fantasy as his head pressed against her entrance and gently began to break her open. The burn was heavenly and (y/n) groaned throatily at the relief it provided, thinking they were the only people in the world at that moment.

That is until she looked up and saw through blurry eyes how the door handle was turning. 

With a squeal, she instinctively crawled forward and away from Ray, snatching a blanket from the pile next to their nibbled-at dinner and draped it across her lap quicker than her lover could blink or keep hold of her.

"What the fuc--" he snarled, outraged and confused that she'd moved away at such a crucial moment when he was half-cocked and dying to slip inside her walls. Seeing nothing but red, he thought that she was playing some devilish game and so, he went to grab her, intent on spanking her ass until it was red and sore and in need of her superpower to make it better. But then he saw it too.

The doorknob had made a half-rotation and he only had a fraction of a second to yank a cushion from next to her head and press it into his crotch when the door was pushed open by the one person Ray did not want to see at that moment. 

They'd fallen against the pillows, panting, sweaty and trying to appear as if they'd merely been sipping wine and not on the verge of fucking, when Jasper entered the room, staring at his phone and unaware as to what he'd walked in on. 

Of course, it was him.

"J-Jasper, what are you doing in our bedroom?" (y/n) asked breathlessly, trying to fan her warm cheeks in a subtle way that wasn't subtle at all. Anyone with half a brain could realise what had been going on just by how warm and close the air was, how warm and close they were, if they only took a minute to observe. 

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Ray asked darkly, glaring at the boy as he felt his cock soften and the mood vanish. He was still desperate, raring to go and would give anything to slide into his sweet girl had he not rudely interrupted. 

"Oh, uh, yeah...you said that you were gonna join me and Henry tonight, remember?" the boy said, looking up from his phone to see nothing out of the ordinary.

It was damn lucky that Jasper only had a quarter of a brain, otherwise, they'd have a lot of explaining to do with very red faces. But he was oblivious to their sticky foreheads and stiff shoulders, plus the way Ray refused to move the cushion from his pants as he thought about the boy's words.

"Oh...yeah. That," he mumbled, sending an apologetic glace to his puzzled lover, who hadn't heard of this arrangement before. What a fool Ray was; he'd agreed to the boys' night with the teens since they rarely had any guy time. So, tonight they were gonna be reckless, dumb and crazy, keeping their youth alive. And it seemed that he'd double-booked the date too. Oh, hell.

"What? Look, Jasper, I'm sorry but Ray's gonna have to miss whatever you've planned 'cause we've still got half a bottle to finish as well as something else, so--" she laughed nervously, feeling highly uncomfortable that her dearest Curly was in the room when she was aching on the inside. 

She didn't care about whatever they'd planned, she thought Ray would choose her over a stupid night playing video games and eating candy. How wrong she was.

"So, just gimme a minute. I'll be right there," Ray told Jasper, gulping to keep his voice steady as (y/n) looked at him with shocked, wide eyes and an open mouth. The boy grinned and walked off, calling to Henry down the hall to get the popsicles from the freezer, leaving the woman to gawk in silence as they breathed again.

"Wh--what? You can't leave me here!" she gasped as she relaxed into the blanket and expected Ray to do the same, but no. When he said he'd be right there, he meant it and was already tucking himself away and doing up his zipper as she laid there, still wet and needy. 

He looked sorry, apologetic and remorseful but even so, that didn't stop him from standing up to grab a moist napkin from their dinner table to dab away any embarrassing stains and freshen himself up. 

"Precious girl, this is my fault. We arranged this night ages ago and I can't let Henry down...or the other one," Ray told her gently as he finished scrubbing himself and threw the napkin onto the tray again. She scoffed as he looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his tousled locks, smiling softly as she scowled and stamped her foot against the carpet. It was childish but she was distraught.

"But you can't leave me here without fucking me first..." the heroine muttered and grabbed the leftover wine to take a large swig--much-needed fortification to quench the blaze inside of her. The burn in her throat was unpleasant and made her eyes water but she hid the discomfort well, welcoming it to mask her frustration. How could he walk away? Was he not burning up as she was?

"I promise I'll fuck you later, yeah? Later, I swear," he insisted, deeming his appearance suitable enough to show a couple of teenagers and stepping away from the mirror. His smile met her glare and he leaned down to kiss her goodbye, probably the last one of the night since they were set to pull an all-nighter. However, (y/n) couldn't help but linger and try to swipe his tongue into his mouth--a play to entice him back that ultimately failed.

"Later. I'm holding you to that," she said to him firmly as he pulled away before his semi could return at full force. He couldn't deny that he still wanted her and was equally frustrated but he had to hide it well for the kids. They didn't need to see that.

"Later," he repeated and with one final peck on her forehead, he swept out of the room, leaving her a trembling mess in their rudimentary picnic spot. She'd finish herself off to the roaring of the fake fire but it wasn't enough. It could never be and she couldn't help but wonder.

Was Jasper an idiot or was he just being purposefully annoying?

*SAFETY AT LAST. Not my best but we've more yet to come, so stay tuned my fellow sinners--Onwards with the episode!*

~Many long hours later~

Annoying. Very annoying. They all were so damn annoying. One, two and three.

(y/n) had slept alone that night, had gone to bed in a frightful mood and all because of their stupid, ridiculous, testosterone-fuelled party. And it was a party—a big one. 

At one point, she'd woken up at three-thirty to go pee when she heard their rowdy voices in the main room, shouting something about Henry finishing an entire can of soda in eight seconds. Full sugar, no doubt, that's what they ran off for the past god knows how long. The binge hadn't stopped when the sun rose, not when their sugar highs nosedived and not when Charlotte came to work at nine to see a very grumpy woman sitting in the chaos as she'd tried to eat breakfast. 

For the life of her, Charlotte couldn't work out why the heroine was so grumpy and tetchy, it wasn't like her at all but in the end, she'd put her snide remarks and long sighs down to her being tired and moody from Ray's antics. 

Hell, she'd only been there five minutes and she was tired from their conga line, so to escape from the tornado of pizza and smelly armpits, the girls had legged it to the safety of a cafe for the morning, hoping that by the time they'd finished gossiping and sipping cappuccinos, they'd be sleeping it off on the floor or couch. That was so naive of them.

It's how they'd ended up where they were now; one of the boys, assisting in something bovine and moronic frolic that required more players than they had. What the hell even was a haircut chain?

"How's it lookin', Henry?" Jasper asked his friend as the boy stood behind him. This was their big idea; they each stand behind one another with lasers--very dangerous, highly unpredictable lasers--so that they could give each other haircuts. Yeah, Charlotte and (y/n) didn't understand either.

"Lookin' gooood!" Henry replied with a smirk as he lightly trimmed Jasper's hair so it was a gradual fade and not a severe cut. The lasers were at their weakest setting, which meant they were being irresponsibly complacent since they merely saw it as a free haircut, nothing more. "How's it lookin', Ray?"

"Lookin' ooooookay!" the man said happily as he zapped at the stray hairs on his sidekick with an experienced hand. Behind him, his sweet girl and Charlotte were doing the same to him, although the woman needed to stand on a ladder held steady by the girl to match his tall stature. She was still thrumming on the inside, she could feel it when she walked and could see it in his gaze when they'd come home but still, the wait went on. 

"How's it lookin', sweet girl? Charlotte?"

"We do not know what we're doing, doofus," she replied dryly, squinting to ensure that she was cutting in a straight line. She'd never cut her hair let alone someone else's and as it happened, she was quite fond of Ray's floppy floof. She didn't want to see it ruined so she was trying her best to not mess it up, but it was hard when she and Charlotte kept swapping to take turns on the ladder.

"What?!" Ray suddenly exclaimed and raised a hand to shield his brown locks as they ceased lasering. His hair was practically sacred, one of Captain Man's best features, to cut it without some skill was sacrilege. "Why would you mess with the Man Mane if you don't know what you're doing?"

"You told us it didn't matter!" Charlotte argued, wondering why he was being so crabby too. She didn't know if the happy couple were in the middle of a domestic or what but fifteen hours of sugar and soda had not helped the man, who was getting to be strangely antsy.

"When did I say that?" Ray asked in an innocent tone, although he remembered the precise moment quite well.

"Ten minutes ago, you doofus? Remember? When we walked out of the elevator and found you guys dancing around chanting, haircut chain, haircut chain, haircut chain!" the heroine refrained from punching his shoulder, knowing that if she did, the contact might make her spontaneously combust. The coffee was still fresh on her tongue as well as the fluttering from the butterflies after seeing him again...

~

"Haircut chain! Haircut chain! Haircut chain! Haircut chain! Haircut chain! Haircut chain!" Ray, Henry and Jasper chanted as they paraded around the Man Cave, waiting for the return of the girls.

They could hear the elevator coming down and were eagerly anticipating getting them to join, so it was quite the surprise for the two friends to step into the main room and see them so excited. As painful as it was to see them still so energetic, it warmed (y/n)'s heart to see her doofus again after four hours and three iced hazelnut lattes later; maybe it was her, but his gaze seemed ravenous for a split second before his cheerful grin resumed. 

"Hey! We're gonna cut each other's hair!" Henry exclaimed, not caring if they were still holding their final takeout cups of Jet Brew. He was on his fifteenth popsicle, caring wasn't an option anymore.

"With lasers!" Jasper shrieked and (y/n) shared a look with Charlotte when his breath practically tore their faces off, Maybe leaving them unsupervised was a bad idea, but damn, they'd needed that coffee to pull through whatever this was.

"You in?!" Henry offered with a determined glint in his eyes that they didn't share. 

"I do not know how to give a haircut with a laser."

"Yeah, me neither," they told him, wanting to make sure that they were aware that if they went near their beloved styles, there could be irreversible consequences. But as always, Ray wasn't a responsible adult and when his lover turned to look at him with fleeting eyes, he ignored any warning since it put a dampener on his spirits.

"Doesn't matter!" Well, he was the one who said it. That counted as permission in their eyes, the terms and conditions that hadn't been read but regardless, they'd accepted them. 

"Then, okay..."

"I still say this is a bad idea," (y/n) muttered and took a long sip from her latte, letting its familiar milkiness take her back to her younger days. She knew that the haircuts were gonna be a disaster just from the way the chanting started up again, although this time, lasers were fired at the ceiling.

"Haircut chain! Haircut chain! Haircut chain!" the boys shouted, firing laser after laser at the rock face above their heads. Ray only stopped to kiss his sweet girl after hours of not seeing her properly but when she went to cup his face and linger, he pulled away to start dancing with his fellow gibbons. 

You'd think he'd be a little more clingy considering that he hadn't crawled into bed with her that night and had been sorely missed by his sweet girl but that would come later, once the sugar tap had been turned off. The (y/n) withdrawal symptoms would come back with full force and so would his bone-crushing hugs and need to kiss her frequently - amongst other things. 

~

"That didn't happen," Henry shook his head and peeled his eyes away from where he was lasering to look back at the girls. He was tired, sluggish and fuzzy so they didn't believe him, even if it was three against two.

"Yes, it did!"

"Who are you going to believe, Charlotte? Your own flawed memory or three guys who've been up all night playing video games and eating popsicles?" Ray asked and pursed his lips as he recalled the long night he'd just experienced. 

Truth be told, he was getting a little too old for that kind of thing and looking at the pile of popsicle sticks on the table, he knew he'd have acid reflux at some point--it was just one of those things. Getting a good night's sleep after finishing his still unfinished business with his sweet girl sounded much better, but he was way too proud to admit that. 

"Yeah, that's not a tough choice, you morons," (y/n) said with a scoff, although her point was marred slightly when she leaned forward on the ladder to press a kiss to the nape of Ray's neck. She enjoyed watching him shiver and hoped that he was reminded about what his fun night had cost, something that highly amused Charlotte as she stopped the ladder from tipping.

"Yeah, exactly. Popsicle boys!" the kid squeaked immaturely and in a move that somewhat disturbed the insulted girls, wiggled his fingers against Ray's as they made a stupid sound. The hero might've been shaking from the inrush of cold air after his lover had her lips on him but he didn't miss a beat, unlike Henry, who missed an awful lot since his focus was elsewhere.

"You might wanna look where you're lasering," Charlotte advised. She wasn't the one on a platform like (y/n) but even from her position, she had an excellent view of Henry's lack of movement, meaning she could see how he'd been going over the same spot on Jasper's head for the past three minutes. It kinda looked like a mole rat now, smooth and fully shaved, not what the boy had asked for. 

"You better look where (y/n)'s lasering!--ah!" he retorted cockily, thinking that she was simply buying into the playful banter until his gaze wandered back to his work to see that what was once a masterpiece was now ruined. 

From his ear downwards, Jasper's hair was gone; it kinda looked like a mole rat now, smooth and fully shaved, not what the boy had asked for, meaning a horrified, squeaky gasp fell from Henry's lips. 

"What was that?" Jasper asked nervously as he felt the gentle heat on his head stop and a draft brush against his skin. It didn't feel like any other haircut he'd had given how cold everything felt and it was like he could sense their stares burning into the back of his head as if something had gone wrong. 

"Uh...nothing," Henry stammered, wondering how he was gonna fix the mistake if there was no hair left to work with when Schwoz came through the secret door, minding his own business and carrying a picnic basket. 

"No, no, no, you tiny screamed," Jasper tried to bring his focus back, knowing that his friend only screeched like that when something was wrong.

"Uh, dude, it was nothing--Hey, Schwoz! Random question...do you have anything that regrows hair?"

"What?!" The boy's hand flew to the back of his head as he heard the not-so-subtle question and even he understood that Henry was trying to say that he'd screwed up the haircut chain. The genius was so conveniently in the room now and so, Henry thought that he'd have a solution since that was his expertise and helpfully, he did. 

"Don't worry, I got something," Schwoz reassured them, seeing the utter panic on Jasper's face and the guilt on Henry's, so he pulled a tube from his pocket and tossed it to the shaved kid, "this hair-growing cream works great. I've been using it on the sides and back of my head for years."

"Any instructions for this stuff?" Jasper questioned as he looked at the tube dubiously. It didn't have any legible writing on it and Schwoz was already off out somewhere, so it didn't give him the best feeling, even if Schwoz's hair (or what was left of it) was thick and luscious. 

"Oh, yeah. Lots of 'em! But I don't have time to tell you right now because I'm late for my dinner with Bigfoot," Schwoz replied and lifted the basket over his head so he could disappear up the tube and not have to worry about Jasper and his lack of hair problem. But he couldn't leave, not after dropping a bomb like that--something about Bigfoot?

"Whaaaaat?"

"Hang on..."

"Wait, stop, stop, stop!" the remaining five rambled, focusing on the genius who rolled his eyes at their confused expressions and raised the tube again. He was getting very late and didn't have time for any questions, even if they now had a million of them. 

"What?"

"Bigfoot?!" Ray repeated as he held out a hand for (y/n) to steady herself coming off the ladder. Back on solid ground, she held onto his doofus' hand as they huddled together to grill Schwoz on how he could be friends with a mythical, rampaging thing in the woods and not tell them. They must've heard him wrong, there was no way that it was the Bigfoot. 

"Like, Bigfoot Bigfoot?"

"Yah." Or not. Schwoz wasn't laughing or holding in giggles, he was being deadly serious about meeting up with the hulking creature, something that they just couldn't believe since it was so outlandish. 

"The Bigfoot?" Jasper questioned, leaving his smooth nape alone for a minute since this had piqued his interest. Bigfoot...and people thought he was strange. 

"Like, the made-up creature who lives in the woods?" (y/n) asked, wanting to clarify that they were definitely talking about the thing that supposedly scared campers and hikers. She often prided herself on being quite open-minded, she was an engineer after all, but like the others, she was thinking one thing; Schwoz had either been sniffing glue or watching too much of the conspiracy channel again. 

"He's not made up, he dated my sister," the small replied, which both shocked them and made a lot of sense at the same time. They could get over that Bigfoot existed, but Winnie getting a date? Jeez, the poor guy probably had to give her bags of carrots instead of bunches of flowers.

"Your sister dated Bigfoot?!"

"Yeah, it didn't work out between them, he wanted kids, she didn't but I always thought he was a chill hang," Schwoz shrugged, remembering all of the drama that always ensued when a couple broke up and the drama that ensued afterwards when he and Biggie remained friends. He was glad that his favourite couple would never go through that, it's why he liked living with them despite the ickiness and incidents--no chance of it ending, not ever. 

"Can we go with you?" Henry requested eagerly. It's not that he was nosy, rather, he wanted to see if Schwoz was lying or not. Anyone would jump at a chance of seeing Bigfoot in the flesh and the others had the same mindset.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Yes, yes, please?!"

"Come on!" they clapped their hands excitedly and looked at him expectantly, which put Schwoz in an awkward position. It's not like he had anything to hide but he thought it would be awkward having all of his friends clashing, after all, there were gonna be a lot of personalities clashing. 

"I don't like to mix my work friends with my wood friends--" he tried to let them down gently, ignoring their pleading eyes and hopeful grins because he felt guilty enough. It was impossible though, he truly was outnumbered.

"Oh, come on, Schwoz! Just let us come!"

"Yeah, we can all be friends together!" Charlotte and (y/n) begged together, using their best, fluttering eyelashes and doe-like eyes to win him over--and it worked. They ground Schwoz down all too easily because he wouldn't want to make them cry, now would he? That would just be cruel. 

"Fine, let's go to dinner with Bigfoot--" the handyman conceded with a sigh to the roaring cheers of his friends, who applauded, cheered and fist-pumped their success in an almost hedonistic way that undermined Schwoz's kindness. He wanted them on their best behaviour, not screaming or shouting or being weird, Bigfoot was a very sophisticated guy. "--but don't embarrass me!"

They calmed down at that and although still buzzing with excitement, the group moved to enter the elevator, Ray happily tugging (y/n) along with a spring in his step. He refused to let go of her hand because it was the only thing keeping him cool at that moment, what with the adrenaline still streaming through his blood and the prospect of meeting a literal legend wasn't helping, neither was the sudden, unexpected alarm.

"Emergency alert!" Charlotte exclaimed as everyone looked back at the computer and saw the familiar red flash of the beacon. Right, they were technically supposed to be working right now and an impromptu trip to the woods, something that would take a couple of hours just to get there, wasn't gonna stop them from continuously coming in. 

Captain Man couldn't take time off and neither could his sidekicks and Ray was aware of that, highly so; it was just a shame that he didn't care. Shielding his eyes from the others in a not-so-noticeable way, he pulled his laser controller from his pocket and fired a single shot at the beacon, burning a hole straight through the plastic, thus ending the call, at least so that they didn't have to hear or worry about it.

"Raymond!" (y/n) whined and gave him a stern look for what he'd just done. She didn't feel right leaving whichever poor soul to suffer simply because they were curious and leaving something a mess made her stressed all the more. It made her itch in a way, knowing that it would be lying and waiting to be fixed until they came back so she was ready to scold him and Ray was braced for that. Until--

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" Henry began chanting, his booming volume swallowing whatever noise came from (y/n)'s mouth. He'd known the couple long enough to sense when they were about to argue, whether it be petty or explosive, and he did his best to stop it, which worked rather well well when Jasper and Charlotte joined as Ray fleetingly kissed his sweet girl quiet and chanted too. 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" Strange. They thought he would've kissed her for longer. What was with those too?

~Two hours later, in the woods~

A van journey later and the group were still chanting as they approached a clearing in the woods, one where Schwoz had said was his and Bigfoot's supposed meeting place. 

Despite the long, bumpy journey, one that was still palpably tense thanks to Ray, (y/n) and whatever was going on between them, the anticipation for meeting the mythical creature was still high and the teens had been poking Schwoz since the second stop light for more information. What did he eat? Normal food. Where was he from? Swellview, duh. What was his favourite colour? What kind of question was that?

It went on and on but thankfully, it meant not much attention was paid to the front of the van, where the couple had been strangely silent, uneasy and not at all handsy--the most worrying thing. Ray didn't put his hand on (y/n)'s thigh like she was hoping, the thing he always did when he drove since the pillowy flesh was just asking for his fingertips to feel it, but that night, he was worried that the call was asking for something else and he didn't want to listen to it. Not yet, anyway. 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" 

"Dinner with Bigfoot!" The teens chanted relentlessly as they followed Schwoz through the thick foliage, walking for a few minutes to disappear into the night that had fallen during their drive over. Bigfoot was a secretive guy and preferred to not be seen by others, which was understandable, so they carried on in single-file, Schwoz first, the kids in the middle and Ray and (y/n) walking hand-in-hand to bring up the rear.

They were trailing slightly, keeping up but going at their own pace as Ray's stride was much longer than (y/n)'s and he wanted her comfort more than anything, so it was her setting the speed. It was fine, Schwoz had everything under control at the front and they were nearly there, or so he said, so the only problem Ray was experiencing was the one in front of him. The perfect view of his sweet girl's ass as she walked--all he could do was stay back and try not to stare, which was easier said than done.

"Sweet girl?" He grumbled, surprising himself with how animalistic he sounded, akin to something they might find in those very woods, so it was no wonder that (y/n) whipped around immediately, slowing down to a mere ambling pace as she faced her dark-eyed doofus to see what was wrong. 

"Yeah?" she asked, her saccharine voice full of innocence that made Ray's abs tense. He didn't know what he was gonna say at first, he just wanted to call her name but seeing her looking at him like a lamb in front of a wolf made his next actions undeniable. He let go of her hand to grasp her wrist instead and it was damn lucky that the gasp she released when he roughly pressed her against the nearest tree wasn't heard by the others.

Henry, Charlotte and Jasper carried on merrily, not noticing that there were two missing members in their party as Ray pinned his precious girl against the scraping bark and kept her hands clasped together and above her head. 

In the moonlight, she looked so ravishing as his eyes raked down her quivering body and he could see the questioning look in her eye, a part of her wondering why he was picking his moment now. However, he could also see how she wasn't all that innocent either, pupils dilating the minute one hand went from her waist to brush between her thighs, touching nothing but the soft skin there. 

There she was, his girl, his darling lover, his future wife, waiting for his next move, panting lightly in the darkness as they were left behind and he knew that he'd been a fool to leave her for a few popsicles and to play Mario Kart, he'd been a fool for thinking he could last a whole day without her. 

"Doofus, what--"

"The second we are alone again, little girl..." he whispered in her ear, one hand cradling her jaw as the other stayed with hers against the tree. It was his promise to her and it could be left unspoken, she didn't need an explanation. They were pushing their luck as it was, staying behind as the others marched on and as tempting as it was to throw caution to the wind and feel those thighs around his waist because lord knows that he did not give a fuck, she did. 

Jasper's earlier faux pas was but a forewarning in her mind and it would not happen again, not two nights in a row, so as quick as her back had met with the harsh bark, he pulled away, taking one hand with him. 

The dazzling rush of it all had her stumbling to catch up with his long legs as he marched towards the clearing, following the voices before they were missed or he changed his mind and she had no choice but to jog behind her doofus. Her hot, moody, incredibly well-endowed doofus. 

Avoiding a tree root and a mysterious puddle of green mush, the couple made it to the back of the group again, not that anyone had noticed their slight delay. The only noticeable thing was how their breathing had quickened from the rush, although in (y/n)'s case it was something else. Paired with her red cheeks, it was kinda obvious, but the shadows hid it well and so did hiding behind Ray's shoulder. 

"Hey! That hair-growing cream worked great."

"Yeah, it looks gooooood, dude," Henry complimented Jasper when Charlotte noticed that unlike two hours previously, Jasper's hair was completely back to normal. You'd never guess that he'd had the majority of it lasered off and he was quite happy with the results of Schwoz's cream, save for one little thing. 

"Oh, nice...this worries me a little," he smiled but it was nervous and they knew why when he raised his hands to show them that not only did the cream work on scalps, it also worked on fingers and palms. Baby hairs had begun to sprout from his flesh and he was getting quite furry, which was disturbing. Really disturbing. 

"You have to wear a glove when you apply it. That's part of the instructions!" Schwoz exclaimed as the others grimaced, (y/n) burying her nose into the jacket she'd stolen from Ray.

Being the silly-billy she was, she'd only realised how cold it was out until they were well past the city's border and in the sticks, so her ever-adoring fiancé had swooped in and bundled her up in one of his huge jackets that had been slung on the backseat of the Man Van. It was huge, enough to keep her warm even in a dress and it was only made better by his cologne following her around. 

"You didn't tell me any instructions," Jasper argued as he coped with his hairy hands. He'd just assumed that the cream worked on heads, not skin in general, which was kinda bad since he'd been touching his head, face, ears and other places since using it. 

"Okay, step one--don't itch your ears!" Schwoz said when he saw the boy rubbing and searching his earholes. That would only mean more cream transfer, even if it was a little late to be giving out advice. 

"Soooo...Schwoz, where's Bigfoot?" Henry asked as Jasper stomped off to try and deal with his new hair problem. This was the meeting place but no one could see any imaginary animals or beings, meaning the kid was starting to doubt if this guy was real or not and whether Schwoz had pulled the best prank of all time. 

"Yeah, man. We've been walking around for four whole minutes. I'm starting to think you don't really know Bigfoot," Ray added, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his sweet girl huddled to his side to try and keep the cold away. He wasn't the world's most patient man but four minutes traipsing around some bushes at night wasn't his idea of fun and he was waiting on a promise for what was. 

"Relax, let me just call him--" Schwoz told him gently and the man went back to trying to keep (y/n) warm. He knew that dress was both angelic and evil, but at least he could put his arm around her, which was good for when Schwoz ignored his phoned and abruptly summoned his friend. "BIGFOOOOOOOOT!!!"

"He's on his way," he told them, not thinking a thing of his sudden, echoing voice in the dead of night nor how he just spooked the heebie-jeebies out of them. Biggie wasn't much of a phone guy anyway. 

"If you were just gonna scream his name, then why'd you pull out your phone?" (y/n) asked as she snuggled into the cosy fuzziness of Ray's jacket. She'd seen the genius take his phone from his pocket when she was ogling her lover, which is why his bellowing had been so unexpected. 

"So I could get a picture of you guys when Bigfoot shows up," Schwoz replied in a tender voice but he had that mischievous glint in his eye like he had something up his sleeve. His phone was pointing at them and open on the camera app, so he was ready to capture their shocked, terrified expressions whenever he needed a good laugh, not that they knew that. 

"You mean if he shows up," Henry scoffed sceptically, shoulder-to-shoulder with his friends as they waited, "we've been here for five whole minutes now. I'm starting to think you don't actually know hi--"

Henry never got to finish his mini-rant. As he rambled on at the smirking genius, a big, hairy lump dropped from the overhanging willows to land in front of them, bellowing a ferocious roar. The sight of this snarling furball caused the teens and couple to shriek in terror, a moment that Schwoz swiftly captured on his phone as (y/n) practically leapt on Ray, who had his jacket clutched by Henry, flanked by Jasper cowering behind Charlotte.

But the howl eventually petered out and the beast put its arms down in a friendly slouch, meaning the group eventually stopped screaming too. Bigfoot just stood there and he wasn't quite what they were expecting as hands let go of jackets and men put down their sweet girls; he was tall and hairy with thick, sharp nails, that was a given, but apart from that, he was normal.

Well, nearly normal--he was placid with an easy-going stance, nothing like the monster some people often described him as. 

"You guys, Bigfoot is real!" Henry exclaimed as they all stood there, in awe of the living legend in front of them, who wasn't a mutant or animal like on the TV, he was just a normal guy with a lot of hair. 

"Real handsome!" Bigfoot quipped, putting them all at ease with his small joke. If he was comfortable with himself then they had no reason to fear him, especially when he laughed in that resonating baritone of his. "It's nice to meet you..."

"So...uh, this is Hen--" Schwoz started to introduce everyone, not wanting things to be awkward since he didn't have many friends and he didn't want to lose any, but Bigfoot beat him to the chase. 

"Oh, I know this guy. Henry Hart AKA Kid Danger? Feels gooooood!" The hairy man chuckled, much to Henry's excitement. 

"Bigfoot knows my thing!" The ecstatic kid hissed to the others. He thought it was wild that Bigfoot of all people knew who he was and had intimate knowledge of his personality, even his secret identity. He didn't seem to be the kinda guy to leak stuff like that, after all, Schwoz was smart enough to not be all pally with grasses, so no one worried. 

"'Course I do. Scheoz talks about you guys all the time," he revealed, making the small man blush since no one knew about his pride from working the Man Cave. 

"What?" Jasper tilted his head, stunned that Schwoz could be so sneaky and that Bigfoot knew about their crazy gang. 

"Yeah. You must be Charlotte," Bigfoot nodded, turning to the girl whose cheeks heated up when he started being all charming, "Schwoz tells me you're even smarter than he is."

"Whaaaaaat?... It's true, though," she grinned, blushing from the sentiment of Schwoz hyping her up to his other friends but it was the truth. The Man Cave would be lost without her skill with the computer and general sensibility, so it was nice to know that it was noted and appreciated.

"Oh--Jasper!"

"Yeah!" The boy nodded with a smile as Bigfoot moved on, looking at him next and punching out at him lightly in playful banter. Honestly, this guy was so cool and Jasper liked that he had also been included when he did the least out of the three teens.

"J-Dowg!"

"B-Foot!" They bantered and bumped fists as Schwoz kept snapping pictures, wanting to remember every moment of his friends becoming friends. Maybe they'd be able to hang out together as a gang and he'd be surrounded by everyone he loved--maybe a tad premature but a nice thought as they all got along so well.

"How's that girl with all the allergies?" Bigfoot asked, referring to Patina, the one Jasper took to Cactus Con and accidentally plunged into an anaphylactic fit. 

Ouch, a touchy subject in more ways than one so no one ever mentioned what had happened with her, not that Jasper ever let it bother him. 

"Oh yeah, she ghosted me! I keep texting her but she never responds!" He shrugged, tugging at (y/n)'s heartstrings as he smiled with the others but she remembered those weeks all too well. Jasper sat on the couch, texting and texting, waiting for an answer that never came until he had no choice but to move on with a sad acknowledgement for a romance that had gone so far only to be left to die. She never liked that girl. 

Speaking of moving on...

"Oh, and well, I know who this beauty is! (y/n), the sweetest girl in the world as Schwoz put it! Lovely to meet you, I know all about your engineering and how you keep the place running--oh, and of course, Miss Danger! How could I forget?" (y/n) was practically a tomato as Bigfoot moved on and grinned at her next. 

He extended his hand and she thought he was going for a handshake when he warmly pulled her in for a hug, a very soft hug as his woolly body helped her forget about the cold as he gushed about her many talents and the way the Man Cave would crash and burn without her expertise. Pulling away, her face was beaming as they crowded around Schwoz with the other three to look at the pictures and that only left Ray on the outside. 

The man loudly cleared his throat as they cooed over the funny and heartwarming photos, looking up to see him still standing there. Right, the main man as it were, the boss, the head honcho, they couldn't forget him, after all, he'd never let them. 

"And, uh, last but certainly not least..." Ray grinned, awkwardly turning to Bigfoot who removed his arm from his darling girl's shoulders and looked at him--with a blank stare like what you'd give if you were giving a stranger. Oh, lord.

"Hey..." Biggie greeted slowly, which didn't fill the hero with confidence but still, he smiled back, encouraged by (y/n), who was edged closer to them as much as she could without passing the furball, "there he is..."

"There I am!"

"This guy!" They interacted with a definite tension that made the teens frown because it was so weird that Bigfoot had been so welcoming and friendly with them, knowing specific details about their lives and personalities, only for him to have no idea who Ray was. 

"You must be, uh... Henry's dad?" The hairy man suggested, trying to find a possible identity for the mystery man that his friend had never described, but it only served to insult Ray. That was nowhere near accurate and kinda insulting since he thought he looked too young to be any teenager's dad. Come on, he wasn't even married yet. 

"Henry's dad? Are you--are you kidding me?"

"Are you...uh, Jasper's dad?" he moved on, a hint of desperation as (y/n) facepalmed in the background, itching to get to her doofus' side before his emotions started leaking but she knew how it would look if she was constantly clinging to his side. So, no matter how badly this was going, she stood still and hoped that Ray didn't do anything stupid after being called the weird kid's father. 

"Uh, I'm-I'm Ray AKA Captain Man AKA (y/n)'s fiancée!" the hero said, hoping that a few of his basic titles would spark some recognition in the legend's mind. 

Bigfoot looked genuinely surprised to hear about another superhero living with Schwoz since he didn't have a TV and never ventured into the city; he had to learn stuff by ear and when he looked back at the mention of the sweet girl, he saw her raise her left hand and point to the ring that sparkled in the starlight. Well, that confirmed it, weird how he never knew. 

"Oh, Schwoz never mentioned you! Are you new to the Schwoz Cave?" He asked politely, seeing nothing wrong with his question, so he didn't understand why the man's face erupted into anger as the woman and kids released shocked giggles behind him. Oh, that little fibre, what had he been saying?

"The Schwoz Cave?!" Ray snapped and his furious gaze landed on Schwoz, who smirked bashfully and adverted everyone's gaze. He was ashamed but also unapologetic because he loved the idea of being a superhero and messing with Ray's head, even if it was a tangled web of lies that he was now stuck in. 

"Listen, listen--" Bigfoot put a furry hand on Ray's chest to keep him from tackling Schwoz and instead, diverted their attention before things got out of hand, "I found this great campsite just past the creek. Let's all go down there and have dinner to get to know each other better.

"Yeah."

"All right, let's go," the teens nodded enthusiastically at the sound of food and a pretty area to sit, so they quickly followed after their host, who knew the way like the back of his paw--hand. Schwoz was right behind them, giggling mischievously to himself as he passed Ray, who stood like a statue with a stony expression engraved on his face. He was visibly livid from being unmentioned and the shoulder pats that the kids gave him only soured the mood. 

"That's a tough one, daddy," Henry commented jokingly as he walked past, not knowing that it was possibly the worst thing he could've said to the man, who'd been waiting all day and all night for that kind of talk. He was damn near breaking point and (y/n) knew that as she was the last to move. 

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go eat," she whispered, stepping in front of him and smiling in the face of his grim expression. She gently reached for his hand, which unclenched when her fingers slid over his to let her in and without hesitation, Ray allowed her to grasp it. Sighing when she stroked his cheek, he allowed her to tug him towards the campsite, his heart unwilling to watch her walk away despite how sluggish his plodding feet were. 

They might have liked Bigfoot but he wasn't so keen and neither was he impressed with that good-for-nothing, low-down, double-crossing sneak, Schwoz. He'd be having words with him but for now, he was willing to indulge in one thing - his sweet girl. If the hairball didn't know who he was now, he surely would by the end of the night if it was the last thing he did. 

Her fiancé, her lover, her doofus. Always. 

Up ahead, they could hear a slight commotion since they were going quite slowly, anything so Ray could sulk in peace a little longer and cheer himself up with a little butt-staring. No doubt the amazing Bigfoot was doing something amazing with his amazing dinner because he was amazing. 

"Let's eat!"

Yeah, right, he could've done that but to avoid a scene, Ray stayed silent and kicked at the dirt as they came to another, smaller clearing, complete with rocks and stumps for rudimentary stools, a pre-lit campfire and some coolers left by the campers he scared away, one of whom Henry could swear looked like Mitch Bilsky but as he looked at the cosy spot, he couldn't find it in himself to care. 

Soon, they were huddled around the fire, Charlotte sat with Bigfoot on a fallen tree trunk, Henry with Schwoz, Jasper on his own, and then, Ray on a rock with (y/n) perched happily on his knee. Their new friend had raised his eyebrows at that, thinking they were very open about being so touchy and...kissy but the others assured him that it was normal and separating them would only lead to trouble now that the man was calmly nuzzling into her neck and hair. 

So, soon, the snacks were handed out and the stories started. Bigfoot lead them since he was the fascinating one and even Ray was able to tame his jealousy and listen as he nibbled a hotdog, offering it to his lover occasionally, another thing that they assured the legend was normal for them. 

"Sometimes, I just want to sneak into town to get that good salsa but people would see me and they'd either want a selfie or they'd try and kill me," Bigfoot sighed as everyone listened intently to how hard it was being so famous yet hated. Sure, he was legendary but most would kill to be the ones to capture Bigfoot or put the real-life Bigfoot in a zoo, and that was just horrible considering that he was such a sweet man. 

"And I hear that!" Ray piped up as (y/n) bit into their hotdog and he tightened the arm around her waist. He wasn't hated but he knew the price of popularity and it was nice to see him finally making friends, even if it was slightly self-centred, "I can't go anywhere without getting mobbed."

"Appreciate your sympathy, Ron," the behemoth gave him a polite smile and he was gracious enough to not mention the way they were snuggling like they were the only ones in the forest. All Bigfoot concentrated on was his story and the way Charlotte was braiding his fur, which was a shame because his blatant forgetting of Ray's name touched a sore spot for the egocentric man.

"Ray. It's...it's Ray," he corrected with a smile that was akin to a snarl If it wasn't for his sweet girl playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, he would've pounced and taken the hairy buffoon on himself. Was he that forgettable or had Scwhoz properly swindled him for once?

"Oh, I'm so sorry--Captain Ray!" Bigfoot was trying his best; this guy was quite techy about his image and he didn't fancy fighting with Schwoz's other friends, not when they could so easily blow his clandestine existence. However, even his best wasn't enough and Ray gritted his teeth at yet another mistake.

"No, it's Captain Man. My name is Ray," the hero laughed awkwardly and mockingly, earning himself a few hard stares as he took everything too personally, "and I just think it's hilarious that this guy has no idea who I am!" 

Everything got out of hand quite quickly and (y/n) whined indignantly when her doofus stood up abruptly, tipping her off his lap so she had to scramble to stay on her feet as he started throwing a rather embarrassing tantrum. Honestly, it was like caring for a six-year-old.

"Doofus! Ray--Raymond! Oh god, I am so sorry about him..." she had to say, giving Biggie an apologetic look and nervous smile as her lover began kicking at the dirt, complaining about anything and everything. She was used to his emotional outbursts but that didn't make them any less humiliating when their new friend looked so perplexed and almost sympathetic to her situation. God, the shame--he was thirty-seven for god's sake.

"And there's no dijon mustard for this hotdog!'

"Hey! Just chill, okay? Just relax!--" Schwoz and the teens were staring at the earth as (y/n) flattened her palm against Ray's chest and began pushing him away after he threw the half-eaten Weiner and bun to the ground. Sure, it had been a little bland and boring but it was nice for a minimalistic picnic and they'd share anything honestly, mustard or no mustard.

"Said it was a great campsite, doesn't seem so great to me! His words, not mine!" Ray growled above her incessant pleas to calm down and she started using her body to push him back quicker when he pointed straight at Bigfoot--a highly rude gesture. Such a child...

"Calm down! Just calm the hell down!"

"Ray? Ray?!" Charlotte shouted as she came over to see if she could get through to him too since the awkwardness was killing her. She joined (y/n) in begging for him to button it and folded her arms as he spat her calming words back in her face; seriously, if (y/n) was struggling to calm him down, her, his beloved fiancée, what hope did she have?

"I'm the problem, sweet girl? I'm embarrassing?! I'm embarrassing?!"

"Yes, yes, you are! You're embarrassing when you act like a child, Raymond, getting angry when things don't go your way and it's deeply humiliating!" the woman scolded, staring him down--or as down as she could get since she was so much shorter than him--as a teacher would to a rebellious student. He seemed to sober up at that, recoiling when she gave him the reality check that he was upsetting her, the kids, and everyone and that wasn't fair.

"I'm embarrassing?" he asked again and she cleared her throat when his eyes softened from the hardened glare they'd held seconds before. He never wanted to humiliate her, god knows that he only ever wanted to be proud of having him by her side and it was only because of stupid Bigfoot that he'd lost his cool. Or...maybe it was him, maybe he needed to think things through.

"Yes, Ray, so you know what? You need to calm down, so we're going to go into the forest and we're gonna take a lap," (y/n) told him firmly and took up his hand so she could march him out of the clearing before there was a punch up. Did other girls have to do this with their fiancés?

"I don't wanna take a lap!" he replied petulantly and tried to pull his hand away from his sweet girl in defiance. In his normal state of mind, he'd never do that but children often cut their noses off to spite their faces when being told off--he was no different when he was like this.

"You need to take a lap, Ray," Henry piped up this time, having stood up to come and join Charlotte in assisting the woman, even if their opinions meant very little. Still, he figured that if his boss heard it from enough people, he'd eventually stomp off with (y/n) in tow and she'd ensure that he was fully calm before coming back to their rustic yet sophisticated hangout.

"I don't need a lap! It's not my lap time!" Ray snapped at the kid, thinking he was getting them all to back off when really, he was making it worse. Did he not realise how childish he sounded? All the man wanted to do was enjoy a quiet evening with his girl and feel her squirm against him when he breathed hot air down her neck, but no. That walking carpet was ruining everything.

"If you want to act like a child, then I will treat you like one, Raymond. Come with me!" (y/n) tried to shove him again but his bulk wouldn't budge, not until someone else joined the cacophony.

"Uh, I wouldn't take a lap. It's pretty dangerous out there!" The same walking carpet said, again trying to be helpful but again failing miserably. Whilst he knew the woods like the back of his hairy hand, they didn't and he'd hated to see them step in something dangerous but to Ray, that sounded like a challenge. If Bigfoot could do it, he could do it better.

"Oh, okay! We're taking a lap!" the hero scoffed, suddenly changing his tune, much to the group's frustration. Without another word, Ray seized (y/n)'s hand and dragged her off in the direction that they'd come, grumbling as he went. She was tripping over her feet at his insane pace and all she could manage was a quick wave to the others before they'd rounded the corner and disappeared into the shrubbery.

*WEE-WOO, WEE-WOO. SMUT IMPENDING AGAIN. I PROMISE IT FINISHES AFTER THIS THOUGH. LET'S GOOOOOOO!*

"Ray! Ray! Slow down! I said a lap, not a sprint!" she gasped as he retraced their faint steps that had been trodden into the dirt, looking for one spot in particular since it would be far enough from the camp but not too dangerous for them to be caught unawares. He tried to ease up when she stumbled on a jagged rock emerging from the soil but he didn't stop, merely squeezed her hand even more to keep her following.

"Raymond! Will you just--what is with you tonight?" the heroine asked again, slightly breathless from how much ground they'd covered in such a short space of time. Trees had passed and bushes and a sign saying hunters would be prosecuted--and a sign after that said prosecutors would be hunted if they didn't keep their noses out. It felt like they'd trekked the entirety of the woods when he finally stopped, abruptly and without warning, and with no inclination that he was going to answer her question.

Like lightning, Ray pushed her against the tree for the second time that night and their surroundings once again became familiar to (y/n) as she felt the same scraping against the soft skin of her back. He'd taken her up the path to the old clearing, the one where the moon lit the path to keep the monsters away--and hopefully any snoopers too. 

She'd been hunted again, only this time, Ray intended to go through with the kill.

"I'll tell you what's with me, sweet thing," he growled and instantly had his face buried into her neck so he could nip a line down her jugular, tearing gasps and weak moans from the back of her throat, "I've done nothing but think about your pussy since last night and I need it, darlin'. Need you so bad."

Truth be told, a smile tugged at her lips when his typical, domineering snarl turned into a whining beg. He was pawing at whatever he could get his hands on; her soft neck, tits through her dress, hands brushing back the jacket to hold her waist before slipping down to knead at her ass. Most would say that he was pathetic, desperately trying to tempt her into joining him in the open, in a public place, where anyone could stumble across something.

"Whose fault is that then?" (y/n) teased, jaw dropping open when his teeth bit down on her collarbone, causing her to yank hard on his hair when her hands snaked to run her fingers through it. His lips were so distracting but through the lips of them and his wandering touch lighting fire on her skin, she could feel him against her hip, hard and throbbing, begging to be released after losing out so critically before. 

Now, it was her chance to wind him up tight like a spring and watch him squirm because that's what she'd had to do the night he left her for popsicles and buffoonery. He could've had her, could've pushed right in, god knows she'd let him, she was soaking through her panties just at the memory and yet, he'd left himself to suffer. 

Pushing the skirt of her dress up, Ray immediately grasped at her thighs and tried to widen them, hoping to get a glimpse of the delight that was waiting for him, even if he knew he didn't deserve it, not when he'd played such a cruel game. The desperation was clawing at his insides, cock begging him to fuck her soon before he exploded and so, as much as his instincts told him to have his sweet girl spread out like a feast for him and chastise her for teasing her Captain, he swallowed his pride.

"Please--please--please," he whispered over and over against her neck as he rutted his hips into her. With any luck, she'd feel what she was doing to him, how crazy the thought of her had made him over the last god knows how many hours, how he couldn't wait to fuck her tight cunt any longer. 

The drive over had been hell; anytime he looked over, she was there looking like an angel and he could swear that she'd been widening her legs just to tease him when he rested his hand on her thigh. Little minx... But what could he do? He did his best to find her sweet spots, licking and sucking at the spot below her ear and trailing his fingers closer to her core until she was trembling between him and the tree, that's when she spoke.

"What do you want, doofus?" she murmured, tilting her head back so he'd have more access. Moving down from her ear, he headed for the top of her tits, nipping as he went before he grabbed at them roughly. God, he wished they were back home or that he'd done this sooner, then he could take one into his mouth, he knew how perfect those nipples were for biting and sucking, but out here, he wasn't willing to expose more than he had to.

What did he want? A few things. He wanted her naked, on their bed in the warmth so he could get on his knees and pray for forgiveness before worshipping her like he should've done before. He wanted to hear her every sound above the rustle of the leaves. He wanted to peel her panties down her legs and fuck her hard and strong so he didn't rip someone's head off. He wanted her, he wanted her so much.

"You, sweet girl. I want you so bad--since last night," he panted, grinning against her skin when he found her clit through the soaked material under her dress and rubbed his thumb against it in tight circles. She lurched forward with a cry, bucking her hips towards him as best she could with only the tree for leverage and it reminded her that he wasn't the only one who'd been simmering since last night.

The drive over had been hell; anytime she looked over, he was there, looking like a god as one hand guided the wheel and the other stayed with her like always. She could swear that he'd crept his hand closer to her core with every passing streetlight, just to drive her insane.

"Then fuck me, you idiot," she smirked and palmed at him through his jeans, feeling how huge he was even through the denim and no sooner than the words left her mouth, they pulled apart to weakly shove any clothing out of the way. 

Her thumbs hooked the elastic of her underwear and she pulled them down her legs as their eyes stayed locked, his darkening when she slipped them past her ankles and awkwardly over her shoes. It was never like this in the movies, they made it seem so smooth but she got there eventually and pressed them into his hand, earning herself a groan when he felt the damp cotton. 

Tucking them into his back pocket, Ray lifted his sweater slightly, revealing a peek of his Adonis belt as she knelt to pop the button on his jeans and slowly bring down the zipper. He watched with hooded eyes as she gingerly reached into his briefs and pulled him free, licking her lips at the prize that lay in front of her. 

She leaned forward, ignoring how the bitter air was making her core clench when it met her bare pussy and how stones were digging into her knees as she braced against the ground but it was worth it. Dipping her tongue out, she kitten-licked at his tip before allowing the flared head to break her lips open, taking him in one, two, three times with slow bobs of her head that had him throwing his back to howl at the sky. 

It was indulgent, he knew that; her pace was tortuous and he longed to hold her face still and fuck her pretty throat but relented when she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes that were spoiled only by his cock inflating her cheeks.

"You always look so hot with my cock in your mouth, sweet girl," he groaned and placed a hand on the back of her head to guide her movements. (y/n) moaned at the salty taste of him, loving how pliant he was in her hands, so much power and strength being controlled by her movements--it was intoxicating but not what she sorely wanted.

With one final swipe of her tongue around his length, she pulled back, leaving them connected with nothing more than a string of saliva as she gazed up at him with cherry-red, sickened lips and doe-like eyes before asking, "will you fuck me now, sir?"

"Fuck, baby--" Ray groaned at her naive tone, admiring how small her hand looked when giving his cock a few tugs. Leaving her hair, his hand slipped under her arm and he pulled her to her feet, growling when she giggled at his eagerness. Her amusement didn't last long; pushing her against the tree once more, Ray gripped the backs of her thighs and snarled "jump" against her throat, picking her up effortlessly when she lamely tried to follow his orders.

He secured her legs around her waist and used the tree as leverage, thankful that in their horniness, he'd picked one that had grown at a slight angle so things were easier. His raw strength made her tremble as she clung to his shoulders, where his muscles felt softer through the fuzzy fabric of her sweater but she knew the power that was hidden beneath and could feel it from how he lifted her so easily. 

Rutting his hips forward, they moaned in tandem as his cock slotted against her slit and steadily rocked through her slick, brushing against her clit with every move. Her mouth was pressed against his ear so he could hear every noise she made and his grip turned to steel when he caught on her entrance, prodding so he could feel her clench but not going any further.

"Can I fuck you, sweet girl? Can I fuck you here where anyone can see what's mine?" Ray asked into her hair, sliding his head through her lips to rile his lover up even more. His abs tensed at the thought of someone stumbling across them, a lone hiker or maybe even Bigfoot himself as he came to investigate their disappearance. 

He'd never let them see anything, her pleasure-screwed face and soaked pussy were for his eyes only but a small, sadistic part of him hoped that their new "friend" caught a glimpse of him with his pants shoved down and his sweet girl wrapped in his embrace as he pumped into her. 

That would stick in his head--maybe he'd remember who he was then. The man who was entirely devoted to the sweetest girl on Earth. The man who knew that sweetness better that anyone else.

"Shit--yes, please. Fuck me, I don't care if someone sees--" (y/n) pleaded, going half-insane from the contrast of the jagged bark on her back and the soft swipes of his cock. Ray didn't need telling twice and as her cries painted a smirk on his face, he pushed forward, staring between her legs as he began to disappear inch by inch. The woman threw her head back, not caring when it thunked against the tree, all that mattered was her fucking hot fiancé and his cock that stretched her walls for miles and miles. 

He had the perfect view; her dress was bunched up around her waist and with the moon and stars to guide him, he could see how drenched she was in the dim light and how her pussy sucked him, welcoming him home. She was certain that some of her wetness had been there since the previous night, had not ceased gathering even when he left her alone with a glass of wine to nurse and nothing more and it only made it easier for him to bury himself to the hilt.

For a moment, he gave her a chance to adjust to his sheer size or maybe it was his way of masking how he was the one who needed a minute. Her walls were so damn tight around him and velvety soft, making searing white heat crawl up his spine until he got a grip on himself and started to rock into her.

"So dirty but you like it, don't you? You like having your little pussy filled in the middle of the woods," Ray said cockily, punching out each word in synch with a thrust of his hips, drawing moan after whimper from her mouth--and he sure as hell felt the way she tightened at the reminder of their surroundings. "Oh, you do, don't you? Like knowing that anyone could see you like this for me--see how you scream my name when I--"

"Fuck, Ray!" she cried when he snapped his hips into her at a different angle and hit a spot that made her see stars. Smirking when he saw the way it made jelly of her muscles, he began pummeling that spot, hearing nothing but the blood rushing through his ears and the slapslapslap of his balls against her thighs. Her squeaks and begging were music to his ears and he got lost in his sweet girl, nothing else existed apart from her, him and her tight heat as it ruined his cock.

"N-not gonna last long, darlin, not after last night--" he stuttered, feeling how tight his balls were and how they were begging to pump her full of cum before he exploded. He'd denied himself earlier and it had left him half-crazed, his body drying out for its soulmate so they could be one at last and he was finally succumbing to the call, succumbing to the sweet pull of her pussy and how it was waiting for him.

(y/n) whined something incoherent, too lost in the pleasure rippling through her body from the epicentre in her core. Steadily, she lowered one hand from his shoulders and dropped it to her clit to begin rubbing it in rough circles, her fingers slipping across soaked flesh. It was the push she needed to hurtle her towards the edge and she felt the familiar burn beginning to set in, one that began to blaze when Ray's lips brushed against hers and he captured her gaze.

"That's it, pretty girl. Rub this pussy for me, get it all nice and ready for my cum. Can you do that for me?" he asked in a teasing, condescending tone that had her nodding obediently. His thrusts increased as she doubled down on her clit, giving it light slaps like she knew he would if they were in a more comfortable setting. 

Ray's eyes followed her movements and a gasp got stuck in his throat when he saw how the diamonds in the ring he gave her sparkled with every circle. Fuck, if that didn't make him go faster then nothing would and it wasn't long before he felt the fire return to lick up his spine. Her cunt, her moans, her tight grip on his hair, the sight of his fiancée fucking himself whilst he fucked her was enough to drag him to the edge and her with him when his thrusts faltered.

"Come with me, doofus. Fill me up before we go back," (y/n) whispered before biting his earlobe to smother her loudest moan of the night when he came with a groan, triggering her own end. Ropes of pearly cum flooded her heat as he pressed her against the tree and her orgasm stretched thin when the scraping pain mixed with the bliss. Ray whined and buried his face into her neck, staying as close to her as possible as he filled her up with his most intimate claim.

The heroine sighed at the serenity and rested her forehead against his shoulder as their breathing slowed down. He stayed inside of her for a while, unwilling to remove himself from her warmth when the air around them was so chill and he was more interested in kissing up her neck and running his thumbs across her ass as held her aloft still. 

But, eventually, the chilliness of the air caught up with them and upon feeling his sweet girl shudder and snuggle into him more, Ray realised that her jacket had slipped down her arms when he was pounding into her. Not to mention the fact that she was still wearing that sorry excuse for a dress with her legs facing the elements. 

So, he planted one final kiss on her pulse point and peeled her from the tree, hearing her whimper slightly as her scratched skin smoothed over and his cock jostled against her walls. He pulled out slowly, groaning when he felt his release begin to leak now that she wasn't plugged up. 

"I've got you, sweetheart," the hero told her gently, setting her back down on shaky legs and ensuring that she didn't tumble to the forest floor. "You okay?"

"More than okay, doof. You feelin' better?" (y/n) asked with a breathy laugh. Her tummy fluttered when she felt his cum begin to ooze out of her and whilst she hated to lose it, knowing that it was there was near perfection.

"Much better but there is one thing that I need to do."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" she asked perplexed, wondering what could be so important as he tucked himself away and tugged up his zipper with a shiver. It all became clear when he smirked her way and felt into his back pocket and brought out her panties, the ones he'd tucked away for safekeeping before having his way with her. 

"Would you mind, sweet girl?" He held them open and with a giggle, (y/n) stepped into them as clumsily as she had taken them off, struggling to get her sneakers through the holes until he shimmied them up her legs. Carefully, Ray pulled them over her ass so none of his precious spend could be lost and he playfully squeezed her cheek before fixing her dress to check that she didn't walk anywhere with her butt showing.

"Does this mean I have to walk around with your cum in my underwear?" she questioned, leaning up to caress his lips with hers in a slow dance.

"Of course," Ray grinned, thoroughly in love with the idea that they had a dirty secret between them that no one would ever know but them. Perhaps he was being childish again but the thought of having one up of Bigfoot, having her as his lover since, in his eyes, any man would kill to be with her, made him gloat and preen. Speaking of the hairball...

"We should probably get back..." (y/n) mentioned and pulled his jacket across her body tighter to try and conserve some warmth. The campfire was sounding pretty nice round about now and even better if her doofus would be there to calmly snuggle with her, besides, the others were probably beginning to wonder how long one lap could take.

"You go on ahead, precious girl. I just wanna take a look at something before I go back, I won't be minute," the hero told her gently and gestured to some bushes in the direction they'd come from. 

"Okay, doofus. Don't stay out here too long. I'd hate for something to happen to you," she smiled and pecked his cheek, giving one final warning for him not to be a hero when he wasn't in uniform. Ray chuckled at that and gave her ass a small smack as she walked away, laughing when she sent him a bright-eyed glare over her shoulder. 

God, he hated watching her walk away but at least he could admire her with a longing gaze. Now, about that shiny thing he'd spotted...where was it?

*AND BREAK SCENE. THE SPICY MEATBALL IS OVER MY GUYS. THANK YOU FOR COMING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOURSELVES, THIS IS SADLY ALL WE HAVE SPACE FOR SO, MIS INOCENTES, WELCOME BACK*

Even in the darkness, on her own and slightly intimidated by the possible Oogie-boogies lurking in the bushes, (y/n) steadily made it back to the camp. A slight left turn, straight on, past the bush that looked like Shirley Bassey and then a right to the small circle of rocks and stumps that seated her friends. 

Just act normal, tell a small white lie and don't blush--whatever you do, don't blush!

"Hey, guys!" she smiled at them as she skipped back to her and Ray's rock and plonked down on it. In her mind, nothing was out of the ordinary and she'd already thought of her story, the one she'd slightly altered to a more suitable narrative. All they needed to do was buy it.

"Hey!"

"What took you so long?"

"Where's Ray?" The teens asked as Schwoz and Bigfoot mumbled and smiled their greetings. The woman laughed nervously at the influx of questions, some of which were easier to answer than others. At least they looked happy and ignorant, that at least meant their "lap" had been far enough away for any noises to dissipate.

"Oh, you know what Ray's like, such a drama queen. He needed a bit more time to cool off so I left him to wander for a bit while I get the feeling back in my fingers," she explained quickly and thank god, it checked out. Whether it be from her steady tone or her pleasant face, the teens nodded knowingly since that did sound like their boss and (y/n) had looked cold all night in that frock of hers.

"I just hope he's okay out there. It's pretty spooky."

"And dangerous!" Bigfoot added, watching the nice lady as she warmed her hands with the fire, flexing her fingers so that the heat seeped into them. Huh, it hadn't seemed that dangerous to her, scary once you were off the beaten track since you couldn't see the hidden roots and rocks as you were walking but apart from that, the woods weren't that bad.

"Why'd you say it was so dangerous out here?" Jasper asked, flexing his fingers too, although it wasn't from a lack of warmth, more like the hair of his palms growing disturbingly long to the point where his skin felt like it was right next to the glowing embers.

"There's this hunter--S. Thompson. He's been setting traps for me all over the woods," Biggie replied and no one liked the sound of that. Not only did the idea of their new friend being caged like an animal make them feel awful, but they also didn't feel safe anymore knowing that there were claws and contraptions hidden under leaves and branches. 

And of course, their favourite idiot was out and about in it, hunting down the treasures he'd seen out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey!" Ray suddenly shouted and poked his head above the flora to show that his hunt had led him back to their vicinity...and the allure of his sweet girl too. "I found some pork chops just lying here on the ground!"

"No, no, don't--" The gentle giant tried to warn him off touching the pork chops but it was too late. 

"G'ahhhhh, it was a trap!" Ray yelped in agony as a metal claw tanged and ensnared his arm with diabolic teeth. Luckily, he was the indestructible Captain Man, so there was no medical emergency, just the wailing of a lost lonely creature who should've followed its mate instead of sticking its nose where it didn't belong. "Monkey fungus, this hurts!"

"Oh my god..."

"You all right, dude? (y/n)'s worried!" Henry called to him and held a calming hand out to (y/n) to tell her that Ray was a big boy, she didn't need to run off to mollycoddle him. She was protective, he knew that, but technically this was on the idiot who just saw something he liked and grabbed it--come on, the world was not going to respond in the same way she did when he grabbed her ass.

"I'm o-kay!" Ray announced, easing his girl's worries with one bellow of his signature phrase. The pain wasn't so bad once his skin adjusted to the pressure and hell, it was worth it for a free pork chop that had been sitting on a dirty rock for who knows how long.

"Hey, is that a bottle of root beer? I'm gonna grab it," he suddenly gasped and no sooner than he did, he was off wandering in another direction, causing his friends to cringe. Something to was the crusty pork down, nice root beer that could've contained any other substance. Delicious.

"What? No, don't grab it! That's probably another trap, you doofus!" (y/n) shrieked over her shoulder but again, Ray didn't listen until he'd stuck his hand in yet another booby trap. The second the bottle left the pressure plate, it snapped shut on his other wrist with a force that would've broken the tendons there had it been anyone else.

"Cobra-Kai, that was equally painful! G'ahhhh..."

"That's the man you want to marry?" Charlotte asked (y/n) dryly, giving her one of her dubious looks as if to tell her that she was dumb for falling for such a moron. They were polar opposites, he could do very little right and she could do very little wrong; even if they had taught her what true love looked like, it was hard to see what the woman fell for since she wasn't the type to go solely off looks.

"Yeah...he has his good moments," she replied quietly and scuffed her sneaker against the dirt. She could name a million things that made her fall in love with Ray, starting with how kind he could, how gentle he was, and how he secretly cared more than anyone, to his floppy hair, baby blue eyes and goofy grin. Amongst other things.

"Oh my god, (y/n/n), what happened to your knees?" Jasper unexpectedly exclaimed, having watched the way she scratched her shoe into the ground and caught sight of the fading bruises.

They were barely visible, almost fully healed so really, she just had some very, very minor bruises that would disappear within the next five minutes. However, if Jasper knew her superpower, and he did, he'd say that for them to be like that, she must've scuffed them up pretty badly. What had happened?

"Oh, uh...um..." the woman stuttered and prayed that the heat from her cheeks couldn't be felt by the kids over the fire. She had to think of something quickly, something that couldn't be added to the pile of reasons why she adored her doofus because it would scar all of them for life.

"Oh, uh...on the way back, I tripped on a tree root and cut them! Nothing super-regeneration can't fix, though..." was her pathetic excuse, which thankfully, went over Henry and Jasper's heads as though the scenario was plausible. They nodded and smiled sympathetically, telling her to watch where she was going in future, powers or no powers, but Charlotte didn't look so convinced. Yeah, sure, she tripped all right. Straight onto Ray's--

"People have been hunting you for years. What's so special about this guy?" Schwoz asked, turning to Bigfoot who was strangely tense after Jasper mentioned (y/n)'s banged-up legs. They were grown-ups, not idiots and the hairy man cleared his throat before continuing, sparing his and the woman's blushes with some tactful conversation.

"He's really good. He knows exactly what I like; pork chops, root beer..."

"Season two of Will & Grace on Blu-Ray!" Ray shouted once more, having spotted the small plastic box on the floor but not the trap that was undoubtedly hidden beneath the shower of dried leaves and twigs.

"That's a good season!"

"That's a great season! Maybe I can pick it up with my foot..." the hero replied, having spent many a binge session with his sweet girl to watch the famous sitcom. It was a freebie, he had to get it but this time, he was going to outsmart the trap since his hands were full, sort of.

"Ray, stop!" Schwoz yelled, hoping to get him to come back but the man was a child--he looked with his hands, not his eyes.

"AHHHHHH! Sweet Megan Mullally, when will I learn my lesson?" he whimpered as his leg was captured too, the metal threatening to impale his skin, even though it was holding out. That was a good question, when would he? Probably never, which was why it was always best to send his handler rather than let him work it out for himself.

"Someone should go get him," Charlotte suggested, eyeing Henry and (y/n) since they were the ones her boss liked best. His sidekicks could handle him, no sweat.

"On it."

"Honestly, it's like looking after a goddamn toddler," the young woman sighed as she followed Henry speedily. Hopefully, they'd get to Ray before he did something idiotic enough to land himself in serious trouble and it was annoying that she had to move again when the fire had just begun to keep her toasty.

"Anyway..." Bigfoot said sadly, standing to his enormous height and going over to get a tangerine from Schwoz's basket as he watched the boy and girl jog away around the corner, "it's only a matter of time before that hunter, S. Thompson, catches me."

"Y'know, Biggie, my friends are superheroes. Maybe they can help get this guy off your back," the genius suggested. He hated to see one of his oldest and dearest friends so gloomy and if he could, he'd do anything to help. And one of the biggest ways he could do that was getting Ray, Henry and (y/n) to flex their super muscles, intimidate this asshat a little bit to leave the woods and its residents alone.

"Hey, Henry! Grab that top hat that's randomly lying on the ground!"

"No, dude. It's a trap!"

"But look how fancy it is!"

"Raymond! You already look like a fire-damaged Lady Gaga impersonator, don't you dare set off another one of these things!" Well, they were super most of the time. Schwoz and Charlotte shook their heads as they overheard the interaction of the sidekicks trying to get the hero to follow them, only for him to reiterate how dumb he was.

"I know, I'll just kick it out of the trap really fast before it closes!"

"No, you doof, that's not gonna work!--" (y/n) begged her lover and tried to grab onto his bicep and tug him away without aggravating the claw on his arm, but once Ray had an idea in his head, he didn't snap out of it. Not even when she whined at the sight of him getting lynched.

"Yeooooowwwwwww! Mamma mia, that's a spicy bear trap!" He yowled as his other got caught, meaning he was now snatched and snipped in all four corners; the pain was near unbearable but he had his prizes, including a dashing top hat that he hoped would make his despairing sweet girl fall for him.

"See what I mean? There are traps everywhere," Bigfoot sighed and Schwoz understood his predicament. From how easy it was to fool Ray, there was a different trap every few feet, so there was no wonder that he was on edge--one wrong move could spell disaster.

"Hey!" Ray yelled as he approached the clearing again, finally having been shoved that way after Henry wrestled him away from something else interesting - another spoil of bear trap war. "Did you guys know there's a bunch of traps and a really sweet top hat in the woods?"

"Yeah, did you also know there's a massive doofus who keeps falling for them too?" (y/n) hissed as she moodily walked behind him, watching how her lover limped from the pain and weight of the metal that clung to his body. He did look cute in the top hat, though, like a huge dork that her heart couldn't help but sing for no matter how much he irritated her with his antics.

The doofus wasn't the only creature falling that night. The sweet girls were at it too.

~A while later~

After peeling Ray from the traps, a task that had required all of them working together and a monumental amount of effort, the plan to save Bigfoot was well underway.

The heroes were in their uniform, ready to pounce should this S. Thompson guy show up prematurely but apart from the electric anticipation in the air, things were smooth. 

Using one of his many contacts, Ray had brought in a large, steel booby trap, one that wasn't like one of those piddling little claw things that had got him. No, this was the real deal, something he'd used to trick criminals hundreds of times before. 

It was a box, spread out flat across the woodland floor and when lifted by several ropes, it trapped whoever was dumb enough to be standing on it like an animal. It was genius, apart from the fact that they had yet to camouflage it.

"Thanks," Jasper nodded at Henry, who had taken the time to laser off the hair on the boy's hands since they had a lick of free time now that most of the work was done. 

"Yeah, you got it," the sidekick smiled, glad to help out his buddy. Well, he'd mainly done it to stop his complaints, not to mention the fact that the sight of the ever-growing hairs was starting to freak him out.

"It was really hard to go to the bathroom with all of that hand hair."

"I don't wanna hear about it," Henry said quickly, recoiling at the image of Jasper doing stuff and then, stuff getting on things and...ew. He did not want to hear about that, too much information but it didn't deter Jasper, not at all. 

Sensing his friend's discomfort, he merely smiled and warmly patted his arm before walking off, mentioning something about enlightening poor Charlotte with his toilet troubles instead. She and (y/n) had been sent off on a very important mission whilst the guys did all of the heavy liftings with the trap; they were told to collect twigs and moss and leaves--that sort of thing--any material that would cover the metal sheets and blend it into the ground. 

"Hey, we got the pine needles you wanted to cover the trap!" Charlotte announced, shuffling back into the clearing with a fluffy mound of brown foliage. Twigs, moss and leaves weren't that easy to carry, but millions of pine needles could easily be scooped up, even if they didn't make them feel itchy and scratchy. 

Walking to the centre of the flat box, the girls dumped their loads, watching as it fluttered to the ground and covered about one per cent of the metal, which didn't help them. The needles clumped together, so all it was were two brown lumps on the ground, not the thick camo they were after.

"Oh my god, where'd the trap go?" Henry asked sarcastically, looking at the two who didn't respond well to his dry quip. He'd expected them to either bring more or at least try and spread it out, give them a bit more coverage, but frankly, it was a pathetic effort on their part.

"Seriously, sweet girl? That's all the pine needles you could get?" Ray turned to his fiancée, whose eyes narrowed at the prospect of him pointing the blame but he didn't sound mean or angry, just soft and questioning. Right, the others could be told off but never her--she was the one he was enchanted by.

"Well, doofus, we could've gotten more if maybe someone would've helped us. I don't know, maybe someone with floofy hair and thirty-two-inch biceps?" (y/n) replied frankly, her hands on her hips since she wasn't a miracle worker. 

If she was an octopus, she would've been able to carry eight times that amount, or if she was a magician, she could float them over, but she wasn't. She was just a superheroine who'd tripped a million times in her cute boots that were sadly not designed for rocky terrain and had a lover who'd been too busy strutting about like an egotistical peacock to help her and Charlotte.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I got you," he smirked and for a moment, she genuinely thought that she'd gotten through to him with her flirting and stroking of his ego but then, he had to go and ruin it, "Jasper! Schwoz! Go with Charlotte and Miss Danger and get more pine needles."

The boss had spoken and upon receiving his command, the boys and girl sloped off to go and scavenge for more needles, leaving (y/n) to give him a boring look. And people said chivalry was dead.

"Wow, Captain Man. Thanks a lot!" She exclaimed in a faux excited voice, turning lethargically on her heel but not before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He might have pissed her off but she'd never leave without giving him one, otherwise, she'd never be able to concentrate on anything other than the knowledge that her doofus might not know how much she loved him. And she could never have that.

"So, what's the plan?" Bigfoot asked as the woman walked off to tell Jasper not to eat any unknown substances. It was his voice that broke Ray out of his trance, having been totally in a dream as he followed her figure until it had rounded the corner completely. What? What was that? Had he been thinking about her thighs again? Certainly not!

"We're gonna trap that jerk-bag hunter," Ray replied calmly. He still wasn't awed to be in Bigfoot's presence but he could tolerate him now that his system was clear and he had a job to focus on. 

"Yeahhhhh, Bigfoot likey!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then, as soon as we spring the trap, Captain Man and I will pop out and he won't even remember that you're Bigfoot.

"Oh, solid plan!" The hairy man grinned as Henry explained what they were gonna do and it did sound pretty cool. The hunter couldn't hunt if he didn't know what he was hunting, which was what made it so clever, if only they were that too. After all, they were so busy chuckling that they didn't notice the predator circling them.

"How does this trap worked?" Biggie asked, distracting them yet again from their surroundings. The stalker in the bushes was good at his job as Bigfoot had described, so he knew how to muffle his footsteps and creep about in the shadows to the extent that not even the great Captain Man with all of his experience knew what was happening.

"Great question, 'Foot!"

"You're gonna stand right over there and when the hunter sees you, he's gonna be like, doo-do-doo-do-doo-do! There's Bigfoot!" Ray played it out, acting like an idiot as he scampered over to stand in the middle of the trap.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then, he's gonna walk over and stand right here--this spot," Henry carried on, moving to stand next to his boss so they were adjacent to the pathetic pile of pine needles. They were so dumb; Thompson was standing right there and they didn't even know it, and neither did they see how huddling together was a really crap idea.

"Right here?"

"Mhmm, right where we're standing right now," Ray nodded to the other man, who was now in the centre of the box too, looking around intently but not that intently...or carefully.

"And then, Schwoz will hit a button and he'll spring the trap."

"This trap right here?" Bigfoot pointed to the metal under their feet, just to make sure he knew what they were planning. After all, it was his safety and everything.

"The same."

"The one we're standing over right now."

"And where is this button that springs the trap we're standing on right now?" Bigfoot asked, not realising that his biggest foe was eavesdropping on every word they were saying. It was like they wanted him to know how to outwit them or like they had a death wish because Thompson was getting some great tips on how to catch the beast he'd been after for so many years.

"Another great question, 'Foot. It is riiiiiiiggggghhhtt...there," Henry slurred, looking around for the button since he hadn't been paying attention when Schwox had been setting it up. He and Ray scanned the trees and surrounding bushes before their eyes landed on one big red button that had been nailed to a tree trunk. And that's when they finally noticed the man in the high-vis vest standing next to it. 

"Hey there, fella!" Ray suddenly said in a tight, chirpy voice that didn't soothe or fool Thompson. He knew a nervous person when he cornered one or three, including his prize.

"Would you mind stepping over here to the--" Too late. Nothing Ray could've said would have convinced Thompson to do anything but whack the button; he'd waited years to catch Bigfoot and now, he had him and he'd virtually walked into a trap set by himself. He wouldn't pass up that opportunity. Immediately, the trap was sprung and a series of pulleys above their heads pulled the walls up, magnetically locking the three in a solid steel box.

"Woo!" The hunters had become the hunted.

Inside, Ray pulled a portable light from his belt and stuck it to the wall, giving them light now that the moon was hidden due to the height of the metal. It wasn't great but at least they could sort of see.

"Okay, we need a new plan..." Henry hissed to his boss, who knew that it was just a question of what. They couldn't get out, not on their own and little did Thompson know but they had two teens and a weirdo and a hot superhero out in the woods as a backup. He knew what to do.

"Scream for help?"

"Scream for help." Henry nodded and instantly, the three bawled at the top of their lungs. The noise ricocheted out and into the night air as they begged for mercy, for someone to come get them and for the hunter to not hurt them--Ray even tried thumping on the walls to no avail. All that could be heard was that hillbilly celebrating his easiest victory ever.

"Woo! Gah! Yeeewoo! Finally got Bigfoot! Yeah, gah, you're in there, boy! Woo!" He screamed and banged his fist against the steel, causing Biggie to jump at the racket as his enemy taunted him. "I'm gonna call the news right now! That's right, I'm gonna be famous! I'm definitely gonna get married now..."

"Not before I do, buddy..." Ray muttered, fully aware that the asshole couldn't hear him but still. He wasn't gonna be carted off like some freak and fail his mission there had to be some way out, after all, he had a very important date to make at some point. And even so, he doubted that any girl would want to come in three feet of a man who wanted to poach innocent beings.

"Dude, he's calling the news. What are we gonna do?" Henry questioned worriedly and ignored the murmurings that fell from his boss' mouth. He was more concerned with their current predicament than whether Thompson thought he was God's gift to women or water.

"Oh, come on. Like the news is gonna pick up..." the hero scoffed at his sidekick's worries. Not to be mean or anything but S. Thompson was a bit of a weirdo and he doubted that the news would pay attention to him at all--if anything, this would be a wake-up call for him to get a proper job.

"This is the hunter, S. Thompson and I trapped Bigfoot. Bring your cameras, you can be the first people in the world to show pictures of him!" The hunter's hushed voice came from outside and quickly, Henry gave Ray the stink eye. He just had to jinx it, didn't he?

Yeah, the news was interested, they had very little else to do, so now, Mary, Trent and probably all the other creature fanatics in Swellview were headed their way. 

"He called the news! They're on the way!" Bigfoot exclaimed in a panicky voice. He was freaking out at the thought of being exposed to the world and from the sounds of it, he was near tears at the thought of being labelled a mutant, a sideshow freak. 

"Relax, 'Foot, I'm gonna laser us outta here," Ray told him soothingly as he plucked his controller from his belt. He'd had a great idea and hell, it had once been tried in a movie so it might work now, even if in that movie, the theory hadn't panned out.

"What? No, no, no, dude, it's diamond-plated steel--" Henry tried to warn him that firing a laser could have disastrous consequences but like always, Ray didn't listen. Schwoz and (y/n) had said something about the metal being extremely durable and resistant, so a silly laser wouldn't do a thing, not even a scratch, as they were about to see.

Ray fired a small shot, not at full strength but not a mild one either, but when it came into contact with the patch of walls above their heads, the plasma bounced. It another plate and another and another, ricocheting all around them until it burned a hole in Bigfoot's fur. 

"Ow!" He yelped in pain as the heat seared away all of the hair to leave his skin underneath smooth and pale. Definitely not one of Ray's best ideas.

"Maybe if I set this thing to kill..." he muttered, again not thinking with his head. Stupidly, he didn't make the connection that a stronger laser wouldn't help, all it would do was render one of them dead, so Henry would have to wrestle to stop him before something disastrous happened...or maybe not. He'd just had a brainwave.

"Hang on a second. Dude, dudedudedudedudedudedude--"

"What? What?" Ray looked at him, agitated from all of the pesterings. Seriously, that was as annoying as (y/n) begging him for a slurp of his drinks all of the time but without any of the butterflies.

"Dude, look at his arm," Kid Danger said, pointing to Biggie's right arm, the one that had been nicked by the rogue laser.

"Yeah, it's big, but mine are way bigger," the man replied, not seeing the significance of the other guy's arms when his were superb. Come on, they made Miss Danger swoon whenever he tensed them and so, that's what he did, flexed them to make them puff up into the physique that he was well-known for. 

"What? No, that's not what I'm--" the boy shook his head and got his boss to knock it off because his name wasn't (y/n) - thirty-two-inch biceps didn't work on him. "Look at the bald spot! It looks like he's got normal skin." He redirected his attention to the lasered spot, which kinda looked like Jasper's head had been after the unfortunate incident.

"So?" Ray shrugged again, not seeing why the kid was getting so pumped over silly old Bigfoot. 

"So, this might sound crazy but...what if we shave Bigfoot with our lasers?" Henry suggested, looking at Ray with a devious smirk. Hell yeah, it was crazy and kooky but they were desperate, so maybe they needed a bit of that. 

"Okay...love that," Ray was up for it anyway. After the Jasper incident, he'd discover that seeing someone with their hair gone was pretty funny and besides, Bigfoot was known for being hairy--what would the news crews do if they turned up to a pink blob and two superheroes? Probably nothing.

"Uh...I don't know, guys. My hair is kind of my thing," the hairy man said anxiously. He had some doubts, which was understandable but it might be their only option.

"Exactly! So, if we zap your hair off, when they open this up, it'll just be three totally normal, hairless dudes just chilling in the woods!" Henry explained. Honestly, Biggie didn't know if getting caught as a beast or as one of three guys in the woods was worst--the boy did make it sound a bit weird, especially when he and Ray did their weird little hand-wiggle thing.

"Hairless boys!"

"Exactly!" They grinned and did their little high-pitched tongue noises as their fingers wiggled together before looking at the man expectantly.

"Uh, I don't know..." Bigfoot debated, sounding unsure since it had taken him a long time to get to be the walking carpet he was now. How long would it be until he got his hirsute splendour back? But then...

"Woo! Ya hear that? The news is comin'! Yeah, the world is finally gonna know the name of the hunter, S. Thompson! You're mine now, ya big, smelly hairbag!" The obnoxious poacher's voice came from outside and the southern drawl sent a shiver down Bigfoot's spine. Right, he had to remember the alternative and what would happen to him if he didn't lose his hair. It didn't bear thinking about.

"Be gentle..." Finally, he came to a decision; the hair had to go. At least if they set it to a weaker setting then the beam wouldn't be as strong or painful, and so, with the devices turned down low, Henry and Ray got to work. Biggie's eyes were squeezed shut as green light began to glide across his fur, taking it away bit by bit. 

It was just hair. It would grow back. Being bald was temporary, being trapped and experimented on was forever.

~Deeper in the woods~

Whilst all of that had been going on with the boys, (y/n) had been traipsing after Schwoz, Charlotte and Jasper for what seemed like forever. 

The boy kept seeing bright plants and flowers that he liked the look of--plants and flowers that (y/n) could swear were poisonous so she had a job keeping him alive as they each collected large armfuls of pine needles until they could carry no more. 

They'd been at it for a good ten minutes, surely, they had enough to satisfy Ray and cover the trap, besides, Charlotte and Jasper could swear that she was getting antsier the longer she was away from her doofus. Stupid love, it made them so silly.

"Hey, I got more pine needles for the trap!"

"Me too!" The girls shouted as they came stumbling back from different routes, having decided that foraging in different clearings would be the best idea. Schwoz was already stood at the meeting point and like them, could barely see over his collection it was that plentiful.

"Okay, just put them over there by the bush--" he instructed them, thinking that they were gonna return to the campsite in a moment but he didn't expect them to just dump their loads on him. As if he was some sort of pack mule, Charlotte dumped her needles on top of his and because of that, (y/n) copied her, believing that he'd kindly offered to carry them so their arms wouldn't get all itchy.

"Wait, wait, that is not--" His protests came too late and then, Jasper returned as well with yet more pine needles.

"Comin' in with needles!" He shouted, carrying another million or so and Charlotte knew exactly what to do with them, after all, they weren't heavy or anything.

"Oh, give 'em to Schwoz."

"No, do not do that!" the genius protested, thinking that he could barely see as it was, he didn't want more needles on top of him. But Jasper had a problem, one that hadn't been taken care of earlier when Henry kindly volunteered to trim his hand hair because, for the most part, it had been forgotten about.

"I can't hear with all this ear hair!" Jasper yelled at an unnecessary volume and now that they looked, the girl could see that he had long tufts of hair sprouting from inside his ears. Schwoz had said not to itch them and Henry hadn't lasered them, so he was having a hard time listening to anything--including himself.

"Give--your--pine needles--to Schwoz!" (y/n) shouted directly into his ear, hoping that she was being loud enough to penetrate the long strands. Jasper strained to catch every word and nodded as he got the just of it, much to the small man's displeasure.

"Okay!"

"Wait! Don't--arghh!" he groaned as the final pile was added and whilst one small bundle weighed practically nothing, added together, it was quite hefty, enough to make him feel a slight strain. "I know my muscles are huge but--

"Hey, guys!" A voice suddenly came from the right to cut off Schwoz. He couldn't see who it was but for (y/n), Jasper and Charlotte, it was highly familiar--Piper. (y/n) squeaked at the thought of her seeing Miss Danger in the woods, fraternising with two teens who she wasn't supposed to know and in a split second of panic, she froze and looked for a place to hide as the girl approached.

"Someone caught Bigfoot in a trap--bye!" And like that, she was gone. Piper didn't even register that a gobsmacked heroine had been in the clearing, as well as a walking haystack so it was a surreal experience until the panic set in again for a whole different reason.

"Wait, what did she say?" Schwoz asked, not having heard the shocking news above the rustling of the pine needles. Plus, it was kinda hard to believe it since they were trying to do the reverse.

"Someone taught Bigfoot how to rap!" Jasper replied loudly, getting nearly all of the words wrong thanks to his hairy ears. To be fair, Piper had only been present for all of three seconds and Charlotte had (y/n) barely caught it, so he was at a disadvantage.

"No! Someone--caught--Bigfoot--in a trap!" Charlotte yelled, sounding out each word as the heroine had done earlier so he had time to catch them. Well, that didn't sound good at all, especially since if Bigfoot was trapped, then something must've happened to Ray and Henry too. Oh, god...

"We need to get back there!" (y/n) breathed out and gestured for the kids to run after her as a chill ran down her body. Her sweet doofus, Henry, Biggie, something must've happened, so she took off running with the teens hot on her heels as Schwoz floundered with the now useless needles.

"Wait, what about the pine needles?" He called after them.

"Who cares?!" Charlotte screamed over her shoulder and by that point, she was already gone by the time Schwoz said that he did. Miss Danger would have a heart attack if anything happened to her companions, especially her soulmate, but the genius was more concerned about what they had spent so long collecting. 

But he didn't have to think about it for long because as he worried about what to do with them, a large, grumbling man emerged from the bushes, heading straight for him. In his drunken state, the man collided with Schwoz, coating himself with the needles that for some reason stuck to him like glue and when he roared from the pain, Schwoz took off running.

He knew a monster when he saw one, even if that monster looked strangely familiar, so he left it to gurgle and claw at the fuzz clinging to his skin so he could make a break for it and catch up with the others.

~

In the clearing, things had started to heat up.

True to their word to S. Thompson, the news and all of their helicopters, crews and the genuine desk had turned up for the big report, one that would make the hunter famous once and for all. Trent and Mary were here and as soon as the cameras started rolling, he'd spring it for them to see, for the entire world to see.

Not only that, but a group of enthusiasts and local busybodies had arrived, hoping to catch a glimpse of the real-life Bigfoot in the man's trap, so their phones were ready for the big moment, whenever that would come.

"This is insane..." (y/n) grumbled to Charlotte and Jasper, her arms folded as she watched the news desk be lowered from the helicopter for Trent and Mary to sit at. 

There had been a few murmured whispers about why Miss Danger had suddenly stormed onto the scene with her face like thunder and two teenagers and a weirdo following her but she was too worried to pay attention. Apparently, Bigfoot was in their trap, which had worked perfectly only on the wrong people, and she just knew that her doofus was stuck in there too--the doofus.

"That's good, Rick!" Trent shouted to the helicopter pilot once the desk was firmly on the ground for her and Mary to sit at.

"Did I miss Bigfoot?" Piper asked Mitch Bilsky, who had indeed been the terrified camper spooked by Biggie earlier. The girl had been slowed down by her dad, who'd gotten lost somewhere along the way after eating some poisonous fungus, but she'd left him behind when the whir of the helicopter sounded above her head. Bigfoot was more important.

"Nah, that guy's about to reveal him right now," Mitch replied, pointing to Thompson as he loitered around the trap, "I'm gonna get a video of me looking at his feet going, what are those?!"

"If I could have everyone's attention!" The hunter announced and looked to the crowd where Mitch was being so immature, "I'd like to give a little speech." He said tenderly, annoying the buzzing crowd who weren't much for mushy sentimentality.

"Websters defines a hero as a big sandwich...but if you look a little further down--"

"Just open it up, ya gunch!" Mitch yelled, interrupting the dumb speech that was in no way relevant or tearjerking. For once, (y/n) was grateful for his big mouth and shuffled from one foot to another as the seconds lagged. She didn't want to hear some shit about sandwiches when her friends and lover were trapped inside and about to be revealed to the world.

"Fine, I'll open it," Thompson huffed, annoyed that his glorious moment as a hero had been shot down, but the best was yet to come as he grabbed the trap's release. 

"Behold! Bigfoot!" he cried and the walls fell into their original flat position. As (y/n) had predicted, Ray and Henry had indeed gotten trapped with Bigfoot, caught by that dumbass hunter but along with the heroes was a being who blew her mind. 

The cameras flashed as everyone gawked at the guy who was supposedly Bigfoot, but he wasn't. What had been fur was now smooth, pale skin that had seen little sunlight and the teens, (y/n) and Schwoz gasped as they saw Biggie looking like a proper man. His hair and beard were clipped, as were his torso and legs save for a section around his butt that had been kept furry to save his modesty. Honestly, they were just two heroes and a guy in furry pants, what was epic about that?

"Hey, everybody!"

"Hi, people of Swellview..." Ray and Henry greeted the crowd awkwardly as Bigfoot held his breath and tried not to shiver from the newfound cold. Ray turned to wink at his sweet girl, who sighed with relief when she saw that they were all okay but he wasn't able to quell her questioning look, not without tipping off the crowd that they were in the middle of a scheme.

"Trent, Mary, how's it goin'?"

"How are you?" They then turned to news crews, who looked equally perplexed because they had been expecting Bigfoot, not the crimefighters and some random big guy with weird fashion sense. S. Thompson had gone strangely pale and quiet as he took in his prize--or lack thereof--and he couldn't work out what had happened.

"So...where's Bigfoot?" Trent asked, searching the scene but coming up empty. God, he hated hoaxes.

"He's there! He's right there, look!" S. Thompson snapped, pointing directly at Biggie, who merely appeared shrewd and harmless at such an indictment, turning around as if he was just another curious onlooker--just how Ray and Henry had told him to act. If he looked in a mirror, he wouldn't recognise himself, let alone the fanatics and journalists around them, who always saw Bigfoot in one specific light.

"Who, Eddie? This is just our friend, Eddie," Captain Man lied, brushing away the hunter's accusations with faux innocence and his signature trustworthy persona. Everyone believed their favourite heroes because they loved them so much and their cunning made Charlotte, Jasper, (y/n) and Schwoz smirk at each other.

"Hi, I'm Eddie!" Bigfoot waved to the baffled crowd with a big grin on his face. They were confused but didn't suspect a thing; perfect.

"Yeah, and Eddie here, he--he likes to wear...hair shorts."

"Which are a real thing!" Henry said and was quickly backed up by Ray when everyone's gaze fell to Bigfoot's curious attire. Well, they couldn't leave him naked and from a distance, they just looked like a peculiar garment; it wouldn't be the first time Swellview had been hit by weird fashions, the hip youth was always doing odd stuff.

"Whoa...I never heard of no hair shorts," Thompson protested, glaring at the heroes as they tried to slip his prize out from under his nose. He knew the truth, he could smell Bigfoot after so many years of studying and he wasn't going to let them convince the crowd otherwise.

"Well, I have!" (y/n) abruptly exclaimed, crossing the clearing to come and stand in between Henry and her doofus, bringing with her an opinion that the citizens of Swellview could never refuse. 

Miss Danger was often spotted in every magazine going, whether they be gossip or fashion because everyone wanted to know what she thought or wore or liked, so if she put her seal of approval on hair shorts then they would be in every boutique in the city before the next sunrise. 

"Yeah, I've heard of hair shorts and I think that they are the coolest. I have so many pairs at home!" She lied through her beaming smile as Ray stood smugly next to her and put his arm around her waist. She smiled at that, feeling her heart flutter now that she knew he was safe and sound, even if the camera flashes meant that they'd be headlining the news again as the city's hottest couple.

"Did you hear? Miss Danger says that hair shorts are the coolest!" Charlotte repeated to the crowd in a robotic voice like she was an avid fan eager to follow the heroine's way of life to a tee.

"Yeah! And she's an influencer so hair shorts have to be cool!" Jasper carried on, sending the crowd into a hush of whispers because that's how society worked in the modern era. Celebrities were the leaders and the mere mortal public were the sheep and none could be prouder than Ray as he stood on the arm of the hottest woman in town.

"I--I mean, those are the rules," Piper acknowledged. She was an internet loiterer, constantly checking and refreshing every app and website going for new trends and gossip, so she'd know what to do if one of her idols said something; follow it to the letter.

"Come on, guys. Let's go get some hair shorts!" Mitch smirked at his pack of buffoons, showing that the pack mentality was starting to work--hair shorts would be popular come tomorrow afternoon. And that did not please Thompson.

"No, wait! Don't leave!" he begged the crowd, who were beginning to lose interest now that they knew that Bigfoot was still a mystery and he a loony. "Y'all, that's Bigfoot and I found him! And I'm gonna get married!"

"Fat chance of that..." (y/n) said under her breath so only Ray and Henry could hear her. The man chuckled at her response that was along the lines of his and it was when he had pressed his lips to her temple joyfully that something came stumbling out of the undergrowth.

The crowd gasped as a hulking, moaning creature staggered into the clearing, looking like it had been in a fight with a dead bush and lost, and sounding like it was in pain--kinda like Bigfoot. He was hairy, sort of, and animalistic in his manner, so they snapped a few pictures for evidence of what was actually Mr Hart covered in a load of sap, pine needles from Schwoz, whilst slightly high from the moss that he'd eaten by mistake.

"That's Bigfoot!" Mary cried from the desk, pointing at the terrifying monster as it snarl at the stunned crowd, who quickly descended into madness as they saw what looked like a creature from a fairytale. 

As the disorientated man swayed, they charged, eager to get a hold of Bigfoot and Mr Hart ran for his life, the bleariness in his eyes making it difficult until they were all lead away from the trap. And that left the Man Cave team and "Eddie" alone at last.

"Well, that just about wraps it up," Ray said with a clap of his hands and he could honestly say that he was ready to go home. He had unfinished business with his sweet girl and the idea of falling asleep with her as they watched movies in the bed sounded heavenly.

"So..." Henry nodded, knowing that there wasn't much else for them to do now that all of the hunters were on the wrong trail and they'd met Schwoz's friend as they had set out to do. "You guys wanna go back to the Man Cave and watch Will & Grace?"

"Season two?" Biggie asked.

"Do you even have to ask?" Henry giggled and the man and boy bumped fists as everyone agreed that the plan couldn't be better. Well, that would (y/n) and Ray down to the ground, they'd fall asleep watching anything, in their room or not in their room, as long as they could cuddle, which they inevitably would. 

"Let's go!" (y/n) grinned and ushered them all to get moving so they could leave all of the drama behind. However, as the teens, Schwoz and Bigfoot turned to go, Ray's eyes wandered and spotted something shiny and interesting yet again. There were so many traps yet for him to discover...so many things for him to take.

"Ooooh, look. Some cheese titos!" he smirked deviously and wiggled his fingers, indicating that he was gonna swipe them for a binge-watching snack. He would never learn his lesson, no matter how many times he hurt himself or had his fingers smacked by his precious girl.

"What? No, dude, no!" Henry tried to stop him, not wanting to go through the same struggle again but this time, (y/n) was willing to let Ray learn for himself. After all, once bitten twice shy, right?

"No, kid, just let him. Sadly, this is the only way he'll learn," she sighed and held a hand out for him to stay where he was. He was her doofus and she loved him but she wasn't going to spend their lives together running around to wrap him in cotton wool. He couldn't be an idiot forever, he'd soon learn to keep his hands to himself.

"These things are cheesetastic!" Ray grinned and reached down to grab the bag as he kept smiling at his tired fiancée. He'd just get these and then, they could go because of course, he wasn't aware that he was the one tiring her out with his antics. 

"ARGGGGGGHHHHH!" And then came the pain. The claw closed on his hand as the others had and it was like his hand was being ripped off constantly but refusing to let go of his wrist. "Crunchy snacks, that smarts!"

His friends cringed but as the pain passed, they assumed that he'd hobble back to (y/n)'s side to lick his wounds and seek her comfort, but no. In true Ray fashion and despite his silent promise, the hero looked to his left and saw something else, another doohickey that he fancied, and he figured that one more trinket could hurt. Traps could hurt, though, and hearing him in pain was even worse for some.

"Hey, look! A cane! That'll go perfect with my top hat!" he noted as he ate a chip and felt so giddy about the idea of being a pristine gentleman for his sweet girl that he skipped off to go and retrieve it. At this rate, they'd never go home, not until he was immobilised by metal and carrying a bag full of worthless tat.

"Or...he'll never learn." the heroine lamented, burying her face in her hands as Ray went off again...and got trapped again. Did he not know that he was breaking her heart and tearing down every word she said in his defence? She could get him titos if he wanted and she didn't need him to dress up, dressing down was preferable and now, he was a bigger doofus than ever.

"Ow! Puttin' on the Ritz, that hurts!"

"Are you sure you wanna marry him? It's not too late to run for it, y'know..." Charlotte retorted to the woman, who didn't take any offence from her words. She was joking, that was clear, the girl would never ruin the relationship that she helped to forge, but it had to be said yet again. 

They were so different and him so difficult--did she really want to sign herself up for a lifetime of that?

"You don't know my doofus like I do. He's a massive idiot and he drives me insane but he's my massive idiot. I wouldn't have it any other way... I love him."

Hell yeah, she did.

[faroreskiss]

The Power of Understanding / Part 4 (v2)

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Rewritten version posted on: 2023/09/10

Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

This chapter can be also read as a stand-alone, it is only here to provide more information about the relationship between Wild & You & Flora. This SFW chapter also serves as an Epilogue to "Unnatural Coincidences" (NSFW)

In this chapter: Learn more about what happened between you, Wild and Flora prior to meeting the Chain. What happened the night after you... shared each other?

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which has some info about the Reader here. You don't have to read it. Warnings: Rated teen, slightly spicy but SFW. VERY FLUFFY! Flora x Fem!Reader x Wild (Zelda x Fem!Reader x Wild)

The day the Chain first dropped into your life for the first time, it was… odd timing, to say the least.

It was the day right after the night you, Zelda, and Link, well… enjoyed each other’s company in a very specific way. Without clothes. Very, very closely.

The morning of that day was mostly quiet, sunlight gently shining through the curtains as you opened your eyes; it was still too early for you. The first thing you noticed was the ceiling; this was not YOUR ceiling. You blushed to yourself, as glimpses of what happened last night randomly assaulted your brain cells.

Then you realized the body, nay, two bodies that were also in the bed with you. Zelda was in a fetal position, her face turned towards you, her body rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths. Link was a bit spread over in a starfish position, spreading over to a side, his mouth slightly gaping open.

You wanted to stretch a bit but didn’t want to wake anyone up.

The blanket was surprisingly still covering all of you, though most of it was on you and Zelda, barely covering Link between high legs and belly.

Right. You thought to yourself again, nobody had any clothes on. You couldn’t help yourself but gazed sleepily at Link’s torso, full of scars, yet his face was one of peace at this moment. Damn, he was attractive.

You started to shiver a bit, realizing the blanket wasn’t actually covering you completely, you adjusted it on Link, your hands coming close to dangerous places, it was wrapped and bundled in funny ways. You fixed it, this time covering yourself and turning on your side, coming face to face with Zelda’s cute sleeping face. A stray hair was dangling from the side. It just made something swell up in you, as the corners of your mouth lifted a bit. Risking waking her up, you gently put the hair up. There. All good now.

You felt Wild shift behind you, suddenly you felt warmer as he sneakily made you into the little spoon and whispered into your left ear.

“Isn’t she so… adorable?” he said lovingly.

“Shush, you are gonna wake her up,”

Link's voice was a soft murmur against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t help it. She looks divine when she sleeps.”

You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering at the way he spoke about Zelda. His affection for her was evident in every word, and as you stole a glance at her peaceful sleeping face, you couldn't help but agree. She truly was a vision of beauty, even in the early morning light. The blood of Hylia wasn't anything to underestimate.

“Don't you think we should let her sleep a little longer?” you whispered back, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Link's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe you're right. We should let our angel rest.”

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, your heart pounding in your chest as you lay there, sandwiched between Link and Zelda. It was a moment you hadn't expected, a situation that had unfolded unexpectedly, yet you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. There was comfort in being surrounded by their warmth, a sense of belonging that you had never felt before.

As the morning light continued to fill the room, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you. The events of the previous night had brought the three of you closer together in ways you hadn't imagined, and even though the reality of the situation was still sinking in, there was an unspoken understanding that seemed to bridge the gaps between you.

As the time felt like it was stretching, you found yourself lost in the tranquility of the morning, the soft rise and fall of her breaths, the steady heartbeat against your back. It was a moment frozen in time, a moment you wished could last forever.

Eventually, you felt Link’s lips press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, his affectionate gesture sending a shiver through you. “We should probably get up soon. Breakfast won't cook itself, and I have a feeling you're in for a treat.”

You chuckled softly, a mix of anticipation and curiosity bubbling within you. Link's cooking was legendary, and the idea of sharing a meal together felt like the perfect way to start the day.

"Sounds like a plan," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Zelda stirred beside you, her eyes fluttering open as she yawned softly. She blinked up at the two of you, her gaze shifting from Wild to you with a sleepy smile. "Morning, you two."

"Morning, Zelda," Link greeted, his voice warm and affectionate.

"Good morning," you chimed in, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. Even in the midst of morning dishevelment, she was radiant.

Zelda stretched and sat up, her gaze moving between the two of you. There was a brief moment of hesitation in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the situation you all found yourselves in. But then, a soft smile formed on her lips.

"I don't know about you, but I could really use some breakfast right now," she said, her tone casual as if it was any other morning. Good call.

Link grinned, the tension in the air dissipating. "Well, you're in luck. I happen to be an excellent cook."

She laughed, her laughter like music to your ears. "Oh really?" she feigned ignorance. Well, I'll be the judge of that."

As you all climbed out of bed, the morning seemed to hold a sense of promise. The events of the night before lingered in the air, unspoken yet ever-present.

Little did you know, all of it was about to come undone.

[talltalesbyjay]

Oh My Hero! Hang on!

A Brief Battle?

Before we get into it, I hope you all enjoy this story as it's a little different for me. I originally intended for this to be a one-and-done type of story but some feedback has made me consider to continue with this story. Let me know your thoughts!

Also, please don't forget to read the background post of this story if you're not familiar with the anime!! It's the post right before this one .

thank you for reading!

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Shouto, Katsuki, & Izuku all ended up working near each other after graduating UA 3 years ago. All heroes in their own right, they gained a lot of popularity for their own actions, not because of their mentors or families.

They would train together frequently as well as patrol together from time to time. Their sidekicks and other heroes in the area always took charge when the three of them met up for training or for anything really, and today was one of those days.

You could hear the grunts, moans, blasts, and occasional screams of Katsuki expel from the training facility, fans crowding the facility hoping to catch a glimpse of the three in action.

“Kacchan over here,” Izuku said as Katsuki threw a water bottle at Shouto.

“Yeah, yeah”. Katsuki threw Izuku a water before sitting down with his legs splayed out & his arms holding him up from behind.

Their two hour training session had just ended, all three exhausted with sweat covering their training shirts… making them stick to each of their muscled arms, ripped abs, and firm pecs. 

Izuku tried not to look at Katsuki as his body looked much hotter covered in sweat. Izuku has had a crush on Katsuki for years now, but it wasn’t till the last year at UA that Izuku began yearning for Katsuki’s body (probably because that’s when Izuku hit puberty… late bloomer). It wasn’t helping that Katsuki was wearing mid-thigh shorts, exposing his delicious meaty thighs.

“Whatcha looking at Deku!” Katsuki said as he drank another bottle of water.

“No- Nothing Kacchan. Just dazed out for a bit”.

Katsuki huffed as he stood up and paced around the guys. He knew training was important and as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed his time spent with Shouto and Izuku… but he enjoyed being a hero even more. He enjoyed kicking ass and beating the villains until they started begging for mercy, it was actually what he was known for in the area.

“Want to go get some soba noodles before going back to patrol” Shouto asked the guys (mainly Izuku since he was the easiest to convince).

“Yeah that sounds…” Izuku began to get quieter, “good…”.

Katsuki lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat falling onto his eyebrows, exposing his sweaty abs & his red underwear waistband in the process. 

Shouto followed Izuku’s stare and as soon as he realized where Izuku was staring, he quickly looked away. Shouto knew Izuku and Katsuki had history that went way back before he even met them, and all throughout their time at UA, he could sense some sort of magnetic tension between them. One that he wished he had with Izuku; he’s had a crush on Izuku since he met him at UA but never acted on it due to the tension he felt between the two friends.

“Izuku” Shouto quietly said as he saw Katsuki begin to lower his shirt.

“Uh… yeahsobanoodlessoundgreatwhatdoyouthinkKacchan” Izuku said, practically slurring his speech, feeling his face burning up as he knew Shouto caught him staring at Katsuki.

Shouto laughed at Izuku’s cute expression; watching him get flustered was a common occurrence, one Shouto always looked forward to… ~Why can’t he look at me that way~ Shouto thought to himself as Izuku darted his eyes from Katsuki to his shuffling feet.

“Yeah that’s fine… just as long as I can get them spicy”, Katsuki said, putting all his gear in his gym bag.

“Perfect then let’s-“

There was a loud bang. The entire gym shook from the vibration, causing all three heroes to stand up and immediately run outside.

The crowd of fans waiting for them had begun to disperse, running away from where the smoke was in the distance. The street shook, car alarms blared from all over, screams heard from the people running in front of them.

“The smoke seems like 10 miles east,” Izuku said, calculating how quickly he could get there.

“Our sidekicks are there but are overwhelmed. The villain came prepared with backup” Katsuki spoke with his team over his earpiece, trying to get real-time information before heading over.

“Seems to be in my jurisdiction,” Shouto said, his fists tightening, causing ice and fire to engulf them. “Okay, Izuku you’re the fastest here. I need you to get to a high vantage point and tell us what you see. We have people on the ground so they are our eyes and ears but I need you to see of any weakness or place to attack.”

“Yes, I’ll be quick,” Izuku said as he flashed away, leaving a trail of blue lightning behind.

“Katsuki, I need you to-“

“I know what to do. You do your thing, I'll do mine”, Katsuki said before blasting off.

Shouto spoke to his sidekick on his earpiece as he created an ice platform and shot himself forward. He could hear the screaming and the crashes from the fight in the back, his sidekick sounding out of breath as he gave Shouto information.

Izuku arrived first. Standing on top of a surrounding building, he was able to see the villain, one he’s never met before, standing in front of the art installation that was on display in the middle of the bustling town. His goons, all covered in what appeared to be glass, circled around him fighting off the sidekick and police force that arrived on scene.

“Shouto and Kacchan. He appears to have about 50 goons, overwhelming the police force and the sidekicks. He’s in front of the art installation and both he and his goons are all covered in glass or mirror shards I believe. There’s no way to sneak an attack. His goons have him surrounded”

“What about from above?” Katsuki said as he blasted through the air.

“It’s possible but too exposed Kacchan. Since we don’t have our gear, we’re already at a disadvantage”, Izuku said, remembering that Katsuki was wearing mid-thigh shorts. 

They were all in such a rush none of them were able to change back into their costumes at the gym. Apart from Katsuki wearing shorts, both Izuku & Shouto were wearing joggers and all three were wearing tank tops, exposing their arms. 

Katsuki blasted himself onto the roof with Izuku. As he landed, he noticed Izuku’s joggers pulled down mid ass, revealing a gold waistband with what appeared to be All Might written in the waistband, connected to blue underwear. Katsuki let out a laugh.

“Hey nerd! Pull your pants up. I don’t need to see your All Might panties before a fight”

Izuku immediately grew red, scrambling to pull his joggers up. “I- I- I didn’t know, they must’ve been pulled down by the wind as I ran over here”. 

Izuku felt his dick pulse hearing Katsuki talk about his briefs. Katsuki’s laughter made him grow more flustered and embarrassed, but weirdly enough, he didn’t want Katsuki to stop.

Shouto slid onto the building, the snow platform slowly dissolving in the summer sun. Katsuki immediately stopped laughing & Izuku tried his best to hide his flushed face. Shouto looked down and saw for himself what the situation looked like.

“We need to find a way to stop this as quickly as possible to limit the amount of damage,” Shouto said, glancing down at the destroyed square.

The three of them in the quickest they could, came up with a game plan to stop this villain and after relaying the plan to their sidekicks and the police, they set it in motion.

 Izuku and Shouto both jumped off the building at opposite sides to surround the area. Katsuki gave them some time to get to their positions and once they did, he jumped off the building, free-falling right on top of where the villain stood. As he got close and saw the villain look up, he blasted him. But as the blast cleared, the villain still stood, sneering at Katsuki before unleashing a blast similar to Katsuki’s, sending him flying toward a surrounding building, near where Izuku was hiding.

Shouto moved, seeing his opening as the villain looked toward Katsuki. Shouto shot an ice beam and managed to knock the villain off of the platform toward the floor. This gave Katsuki the chance to get on his feet and blast through some of the goons in the area.

The sidekicks were relieved that the heroes came, cheering at the sight of Shouto knocking down the villain. The goons were being quickly demolished by the group, with Izuku trying his best to knock out the goons without being spotted; they were saving Izuku in case the villain proved too much and a surprise attack would be the best tactic.

As Shouto ran to where the villain fell, the goons surrounded him, the mirrors they had on reflecting light towards his eyes, blinding him from seeing the villain stand up.

“Finally,” the villain said as he stood up from where he fell, shards of mirror falling off of him, and new ones appearing in their place. 

“The real challenge has arrived,” he said as light reflected off of him and onto the mirrors of his goons, causing them to run out of the town square park and onto the streets where civilians were crowding.

“Everyone, we got this, you all head over and help the civilians” Shouto ordered all their sidekicks & members from their teams. They all nodded and headed out to stop the goons from hurting civilians.

“You are too complacent,” the villain said as he stood and blasted out a stronger light from his mirrors and it arose the fallen goons from the ground and they ran out to join the rest of the goons.

Katsuki blasted himself toward the goons but was flung back by a beam of light. He crashed against the wall near Izuku and as he fell to the ground, his tank top got caught on some rubble and ripped right off of him, his sweaty pecs bouncing as he hit the floor.

Izuku watched with twisted lust as Katsuki's shirt ripped off and revealed his muscular body, his red waistband peeking out of his shorts, revealing some green fabric of his underwear. He wanted to reach out to help Katsuki, an excuse to touch his sweaty torso but remembered to stay hidden and could only watch as Katsuki’s body gleamed in front of him.

“You heroes are too comfortable in your positions of power. You act like saviors when you are all still children.” The villain said as he stepped on floating shards of glass that appeared in front of him. “The old generation of heroes is over. And you are not worthy of stepping into their place. Stay in their shadows where you belong”.

“Why are you doing this if your anger is to us, not to the city nor their civilians”, Shouto said as he shot a fire blast at the villain.

He dodged the blast, his floating shard moving to where the light took it. “To show these people that you are not worthy to save them. You cannot. They need to stop relying on children and start relying on themselves”, the villain said as he released multiple mirror shards and shot them toward Shouto. He tried to dodge and burn the shards, being mostly successful. The ones he missed hit his tank top and joggers, cutting small holes into them, with one ripping the tank top strap, exposing his right pec. 

“We’re not children”

Izuku wanted to stand up and fight. He hated hiding. His body surrounded itself with his green lightning but before he could do anything, Katsuki gestured for him to hide as he ran up toward the villain, allowing Izuku to see his meaty thighs bunch up the shorts fabric from behind, exposing more of Katsuki’s legs.

~It was like he was showing off working without his costume~ Izuku thought, blushing at the sight before refocusing on the matter at hand “focus. Don’t think of Kacchan” he said to himself.

Katsuki joined Shouto, beaming with anger as the villain smirked. “Why don’t you come join us and fight us face to face, prick!” Katsuki said, his hands steaming from his blast beginning to form.

“You can call me Ref” he said as he lowered himself closer to the guys, “but even up close you could never beat me”

As he got closer to Katsuki, Shouto jumped back as Katsuki released a blast exploding with a thunderous boom and shattering windows from the surrounding buildings. As the smoke cleared, Katsuki’s smile quickly vanished as Ref still stood in front of him and smiled back.

“As I said, children”, Ref said as he touched Katsuki, sending him flying back into Shouto and landing on the ground.

Izuku couldn’t wait anymore and rushed Ref, ready to release Detroit Smash before getting flung back by an explosion resembling Katsuki’s, only weaker.

“You thought I didn’t know you were there?”, Ref said laughing, “you need to understand the art of battle before engaging in it”.

Izuku hit the floor and rolled against the building, his joggers getting caught on a piece of rubble and pulled down, revealing his All Might themed briefs. Izuku didn’t realize it at first but as he sat up and felt the cold air on his thighs, he looked down and saw All Might's face smiling right back at him from his own crotch; he quickly pulled on his joggers, stretching them out a little, but he was able to cover up before anyone saw his briefs… or so he hoped. The red crotch with All Might’s face on it and the rest of the blue briefs with gold stitching was something he didn’t want his friends nor Ref to see.

As Ref threw Izuku he looked toward the opening of the park and saw the sidekicks coming back. His beams of light shot toward them and into the fallen goons, raising them up again. As the sidekicks got ambushed by the goons once more, Ref used his beams of light to push rubble against the opening and blocked it so his time with the three heroes wouldn’t be bothered.

“Who are you”, Izuku said as he tightened the waistband of his joggers, standing up from the rubble. 

“Finally a question worth answering”, Ref said as he flung more shards toward Shouto and Katsuki as they attempted to get up.

“I am Ref, and I don’t consider myself a villain nor evil. I haven’t hurt anyone other than you heroes. The people that got hurt were because of their own cowardice and selfishness of safety that they don’t care for others.” Ref jumped off his shard and onto the ground as he walked toward Izuku.

“What I am here to do is to make sure that these people know that heroes are NOT and should NOT be saviors. We are in charge of our own lives and should be able to defend them when we can”, Ref said as he stood face-to-face with Izuku (well looking down at him). “And as you heroes have gotten so comfortable with your spots in the light, I want to show these people that you all are not the heroes they need. If anything you are but sad fill-ins for the ones who were before”. 

Izuku managed to release his Detroit smash, but Ref stayed in place as Izuku flew backward and again crashed into the building.

“People depend too much on you so-called heroes they can’t think for themselves. Now that the ones who made them this way have all gone, these people’s idea of heroes needs to be eliminated for a self-sufficient world”. Ref stood on a shard of mirror and it pulled him up.

Shouto shot a combination ice & fire blast at Ref which he attempted to block but it seems like he was affected by the fire as it shot him into the building above Izuku.

“Okay so it seems our attacks are ineffective or do mild damage to him, with the exception of my fire,” Shouto said as Izuku and Katsuki grouped around him. 

“It seems it's something to do with the mirrors he has around him. It’s like they’re absorbing the brunt of the attack”, Izuku followed up, trying not to stare at Katsuki’s torn shorts, showing off his toned thighs and confirming to Izuku that Katsuki was wearing something skimpy underneath those shorts. Wait. What was he thinking? Izuku tried to shake that image away from his head, as he felt his dick pulse in his All Might briefs. 

“So I’ll distract him with Deku while you aim at him,” Katsuki said, scratching his upper thigh, moving apart his torn shorts, showing off even more thigh to Izuku, who couldn’t keep his eyes from darting to the area.

As they planned, shards of mirror shot towards them, causing Shouto to shoot up an ice shield to block most shards from hitting him, while the other two jumped to opposite sides.

Ref emerged from the building and Shouto shot an ice beam at him, but as it hit Ref, Izuku saw one mirror shard absorb the attack and another release it back to Shouto.

“It’s a reflection! His quirk reflects attacks” Izuku yelled as the ice beam hit Shouto as he attempted to dodge. It didn’t do too much damage other than freeze his joggers (since he wasn’t wearing his fire and ice-resistant costume). 

Shouto looked down and saw the ice covering his joggers, the extra weight of the ice starting to pull them down, a white waistband coming into view. Ref shot another barrage of shards and as Shouto jumped, he felt the joggers crack under the ice, the fabric easily thinning under the cold. Shouto looked down and the joggers fell even more, his whole waistband was showing, along with the white fabric of the tighty whities. 

“Wrong day to wear these” he muttered to himself as he tried to pull his joggers up but he heard them start cracking. Before it could get worse, Shouto attempted to melt the ice with some fire but Ref shot out more shards around him, causing Shouto to counter with an ice beam, which Ref shot back at him. Shouto jumped out of the way but felt the blast hit his right leg. The blast, combined with the sudden movement, shattered the ice-frozen joggers, breaking in pieces as it hit the floor, leaving Shouto standing in his tighty whities.

Shouto didn’t realize his pants broke off right away. He went on and kept fighting Ref, trying to think of a way to hit him again. “Katsuki, Izuku, distract him with an over and under”, Shouto said as he immediately shot out a fire blast toward Ref. Both heroes turned to nod at Shouto and as they did, they immediately had to take a second look. The white of Shouto’s tighty whities was almost as reflective as the mirrors surrounding Ref so there was no way they could’ve missed it.

After performing the over and under, Katsuki and Izuku tried not to acknowledge Shouto’s mishap as they were still in the middle of a fight with no end seeming near, but lust took over Izuku and he couldn’t help but stare in embarrassment at Shouto, never imagining that he would ever see Shouto in his underwear, let alone skimpy ones at that. 

Katsuki tried, and he really did, to not look or mention anything about pantless Shouto, but as he glanced over one last time, his delight got the best of him and he started howling with laughter.

Shouto stared puzzled at the guys, confused why they were looking his way, with Katsuki laughing out of all things. Shouto turned around to see if there was anyone behind him, and when he saw nothing he looked back, catching a glimpse of Izuku mouthing the word COVER before getting hit by some more shards. 

“Cover” Shouto said to himself as he created an ice shield. As he did, he felt the very slight chill of the ice engulf his legs and in confusion, he looked down and saw his crisp, clean tighty whities shining on him, his bulge in clear view for everyone watching. 

“Fucking shit”. He immediately tried to cover his bulge, but soon realized that it wouldn’t be possible as Ref shot more shards at him, breaking his ice shield and as more came his way, he had to jump to avoid them, toward Katsuki, and shot a fire blast back.

“What’s with the tighty whities”, Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh as he asked, eyeing Shouto’s body,“Couldn’t grow out of them?” Katsuki kept laughing, as he slapped Shouto’s ass. 

“I- uh, laundry day” Shouto said, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he was wearing some whities, even though he knew he wore them because he liked the feel of briefs on him… it was just unfortunate that he was wearing tighty whities today instead of his black briefs. 

Katsuki laughed at his response, feeling a need to continue to embarrass him. Katsuki walked closer to Shouto and as he looked down at Shouto’s ass, with the briefs hugging Shouto tight, Katsuki noticed the name, Shouto Todoroki, written in black ink across the waistband above his ass.

“Y-You” Katsuki needed to brace himself from laughing so hard, “You write your name on your TIGHTY WHITIES!” Katsuki struggled to say in between his laughter, “And I thought Deku was the nerd here”. Katsuki held his stomach as he continued to laugh.

Shouto immediately turned to face Katsuki, trying to hide the waistband. -shit shit shit- Shouto thought to himself, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. “I, uh, ha- haven’t w- w- worn these si- since -”

Katsuki couldn’t help it as he saw Shouto standing so close to him, his pale face growing redder as the seconds went by, his stuttering mixed with the way his knees were buckled together, Shouto’s small bulge enticing Katsuki even more. Katsuki interrupted Shouto by pushing up to him, reaching behind, and giving Shouto a wedgie.

Shouto eyes enlarged right before letting out a moan in pain as Katuski laughed in his ear, feeling the fabric of his tighty whities bunch up his ass.

Katsuki would’ve kept going but he saw Izuku get flung to the ground by Ref so he let go of the waistband and swung his arms down to slap both of Shuoto’s exposed cheeks before pushing past him to take some hits at Ref.

Shouto stood still, in complete shock; he never felt this much humiliation in his life and he hoped to never feel this again. He quickly fished out the wedgie Katsuki gave him and adjusted his bulge. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice this feeling he felt as Katsuki slapped his ass, it was a weird feeling, one he’s never felt before, but before he could continue doting on what happened, Ref threw Katsuki off and turned to look at him.

“Seems like you’re not dressed for a battle,” Ref said, unable to hide his amusement at Shouto’s situation. “I wonder what the public would say if they saw their hero fighting in his tighty whities”, Ref dragging on the last two words, emphasizing Shouto’s situation. 

“Th- They would say that I will do my job no matter the circumstances,” Shouto said, trying to sound as confident as possible, but in reality, he was drowning in humiliation and wishing to disappear. He hoped that no one else would see him in his tighty whities, no news crews, the public, and especially not his sidekicks, because that would be career suicide. 

Izuku couldn’t help but stare at Shouto and that bulge of his, small, but still bouncing as he moved on the battlefield. Whenever he would turn, Izuku would catch a glimpse of Shouto’s perfect ass, wishing he could spend time just watching him. Izuku’s dick pulsed in his briefs, he could feel a wet patch form around his bulge, making him more frustrated that he couldn’t enjoy the moment.

“Snap out of it Deku” Katsuki said, a twinge of jealousy coating those words. “We need to get Shouto out of here before he shows off more”.

Izuku grew red as he started imagining Shouto losing his tighty whities too, watching Shouto’s bulge jiggle with every jump, imagining seeing it jiggle without the tighty whities to cover… Izuku’s wet bulge pressed hard against his pants, his All-might briefs feeling stretched to their capacity. “Ye- yeah” 

Shouto was knocked against a building wall as he tried to evade Refs light beams. Ref took an interest in him after Shouto lost his pants, using shard blasts to keep the others back. 

Shouto got up and shot a fire blast towards Ref, but Ref used a stored blast from Katsuki to deflect it. Ref countered with a light blast, but Shouto immediately used an ice platform to help him dodge the attack and move more freely around the area. Shouto caught a glimpse of Katsuki and Izuku talking, Izuku focusing his stare on Shouto, causing him to start blushing as he dodged more of Refs attacks. 

As Shouto saw the two begin to close in behind Ref, he tried getting to higher ground, distracting Ref from the ground, allowing Izuku and Katsuki to execute whatever they were talking about earlier. As Shouto shot up, Ref used one of Katsuki’s stored blasts, breaking the ice platform Shouto was on and sending Shouto flying against a building. As Shouto hit the wall, he attempted to grab onto something but Ref shot another light beam Shouto’s way, pressing his body flat against the broken wall, Shouto’s head crashed onto some rubble, immediately causing him to lose consciousness. 

Ref attempted to hit him again, but Izuku attacked Ref from behind, causing Ref to turn his back on Shouto and focus on Katsuki and Izuku.

As the two fought Ref, Shouto’s limp body fell from where he crashed onto the building, about the 26th floor. The guys didn’t see Shouto free falling as they were too busy fighting Ref but around the 14th floor, Shouo came to an abrupt stop as a piece of metal sticking out from one of the buildings caught Shouto’s tighty whities waistband and stretched them out in a wedgie, keeping him hanging. His red and white hair fell over his face as his body slightly swayed in the wind, Shouto fully on display for Ref and his two friends.

After dodging an attack from Ref, Katsuki searched the area for Shouto since he went radio silent. As Katsuki looked to where he saw Shouto last, he was greeted by Shouto and the hanging wedgie that held him, his small bulge looking smaller than it was as it was being squeezed tightly. Katuski couldn’t help himself and let out a thunderous laugh.

“Where’s a camera when I need one,” Katsuki said as he tried to breathe in between his laughter, his face turning red from the joy he was feeling seeing his friend in such a humiliating and compromising situation.

Izuku dodged Ref after a failed attack and when he did, he looked at where a hysterical Katsuki was pointing and his jaw dropped. Seeing Shouto hanging from a beam unconscious, in an incredulous wedgie was something he thought he’d never see. Shouto’s unconscious body slowly turned in the wind, showing off his pale ass, the reddening of his pale skin around his asscrack, and how deep the tighty whities were buried in his crack, before turning back and showing off his small bulge being squeezed flat against his body. Izuku couldn't help but stagger his breathing and unconsciously grab his bulge, feeling the pleasure of seeing his friend’s body too intense for him.

Ref noticed the two heroes looking at Shouto, one in amusement and one in lustful embarrassment, and saw his chance. He blasted Katsuki with a stored ice blast from Shouto, freezing his torn shorts, and sent him flying against the statue, breaking it into pieces as Katsuki flew through and onto the floor behind it. 

As Katsuki got up, he realized all his clothes shattered with the impact and was left in his red and green Izuku-themed briefs. The waistband and stitching of the briefs were red as the rest was green, perfectly matching Izuku’s green costume. On the ass of the briefs were two black lines, mimicking the ones on Izuku’s costume, and on the crotch, Izuku’s autograph pressed on.

“Fuck” Katsuki said, not knowing what to do. His sculpted pecs and abs, slick with sweat, shimmered against the sunlight, and his defined thighs, peppered with thin blonde hair, were visible to everyone. He especially didn’t want Izuku to see him in briefs that he got specially made to mimic Deku’s costume.

Ref shot a blast toward Izuku, but Izuku was prepared after seeing Katsuki get hit and dodged swiftly, countering with his Detroit smash, sending Ref flying onto the building where Shouto hung. 

The impact on the building woke Shouto up, and as he regained consciousness, he immediately felt a heavy pain in his crotch. Shouto blinked rapidly, adjusting his vision, before looking down and being stunned by what he saw. The instant humiliation his body felt, splotches of red covering his face, neck, and chest, seeing his crotch flattened against his body as a hanging wedgie exposed him to Ref, his friends and coworkers Katsuki and Izuku, and if anyone was left in these buildings surrounding, them as well. Shouto quickly created an ice platform that helped him stand to relieve the wedgie, and as he did, he quickly pulled the wedgie out and created an ice pathway to the ground, behind some rubble to adjust himself. 

The briefs were stretched beyond repair, and he knew they would fall off quickly if he left them like this. He already felt naked, his bare pale chest and abs fully on display for everyone to see, and his bare legs as well, with only the remnants of the stretched brief to cover up the last two parts that haven’t been exposed, he needed to make sure to keep it that way. So he gathered the stretched fabric and made a knot to his right. It helped keep them up, but he could still feel some looseness to them. He adjusted his bulge as the crotch of the brief was slightly skewed right due to the knot, and as he saw it was the best that he could do, took a deep breath before jumping back in. 

Izuku ran toward Katsuki as he saw Shouto getting out of the insanely revealing wedgie from above… he kinda wished Shouto stayed unconscious longer so he would’ve been the one to help him and see his body close up in those taut briefs. But as he got to Katsuki, that thought left his mind in a heartbeat.

“K- Ka- Kacchan! Your, uh, um, clothes” Izuku said, his face burning red, as he saw Katsuki getting up from the ice surrounding him and his briefs in full view. His bulge, easily bigger than Shouto’s, but not huge, jiggled as he stood. 

“I don’t want to hear anything about it” Katsuki seethed, feeling blood rush to his face as he felt entirely exposed… to the one person he never thought he would be exposed to.

Izuku looked stunned, his briefs now entirely soaked in precum, his dick hurting pressed against his own briefs, needing to come out. “I, uh, I-“ Izuku couldn’t get a word out as he continued to stare at Katsuki’s bulge and the autograph that was on it.

“What Deku! We all wear underwear so what. Stop staring at me and get back to the battle” Kacchan blasted himself to where Ref landed.

Izuku followed and as he did, he saw Katsuki’s ass filling out the briefs. But as he kept staring he saw two black lines that resembled his costume. ~Why do Kaachan’s briefs seem so familiar~ Izuku thought to himself, a sensation boiling in his bulge as he continued staring at Kaachan’s ass.

Shouto landed next to Katsuki. “Not laughing anymore I see” Shouto looked Katsuki up and down, lingering a little too long on Katsuki’s bulge. He then looked down at his to compare the difference… a small frown appeared on his face.

“Mine are not as embarrassing as yours are. And who was the one who got wedgied, by a BUILDING in their TIGHTY WHITIES?” Kaachan snarled, his face began blushing, while blotches of red formed on his chest from the embarrassment. 

“I, uh… at the end of the day, we’re all in our underwear on the battlefield so we’re all even,” Shouto said trying to take the attention off of him, he’s had more than enough today. 

“Seems like you’re the lucky one huh Izuku” Shouto said, as he turned back and saw a film of lust coating Izuku’s eyes, a wet patch growing on the crotch of Izuku’s joggers.

“Ye- yeah,” Izuku said, quickly looking away at the rumbling debris in front of them.

Ref climbed the debris in front of him and as he did, you could see the damage Izuku’s attack had on him.

“You all got lucky. I got distracted by your childish mistakes that I let my guard down. But I’ll be back.” Ref said he heard the sidekicks trying to break through the blocked area. 

“And don’t think I’ll forget what happened here. Two of you fighting indecently in your underwear, one hanging from a wedgie while the other letting his guard down to laugh at his fellow teammate. You are NOT the heroes you think you are.”

Both Shouto and Katsuki lunged toward Ref, Izuku tried but his mind was lost watching both of his closest friends jump in skimpy and revealing briefs, their ass muscles flexing in unison as they reached Ref. 

They both grabbed Ref by his arms, their bulges both jiggling as they held a squirming Ref in place. 

Ref smiled. “I’ll be back. And when I do, I’ll show the world who their heroes are, a bunch of man-babies who laugh or lust after each other's tighty whities instead of focusing on the battle”. And before anyone could do anything, there was a flash of bright light that threw Shouto and Katsuki to the sides and when the light vanished, Ref was gone.

Katsuki and Shouto got up and looked around for traces of Ref while Izuku stared at them, bending over in their briefs and watching their bulges jiggle as they walked. 

“I don’t think there’s anything left. We should go check if his goons disappeared as well. If they’re still there, we'll have some lead on his whereabouts” Izuku said, turning away from his friends, he couldn’t focus while looking at them. 

“Yeah you’re right,” Shouto said, as he and Katsuki started walking with Izuku toward where Ref blocked the entry with rubble. 

“Uhhhhh, wou- would you g-g-guys want to try to find clothes first” Izuku stuttered, turning around to see both of their exposed briefs, Shouto’s smaller bulge jiggling to a stop while Katsuki’s slightly larger one still jiggling. 

Izuku looked down at Katsuki’s briefs, swearing he’s seen that color combination before, and Katsuki looked down at Shouto’s tighty whities, stifling a laugh at the severely stretched out but tightened by the knot, quite sexy to look at if you think about it. They both grew red again and agreed as they turned back and ran into one of the damaged buildings to see if they could find some clothes to cover up… at least some pants.

As they did, Izuku was left to help the sidekicks and police enter the area, his bulge slowly shrinking, with that wet spot completely visible to whoever looked down at his joggers.

[cillixn]

Hey idk if you do this but I was wondering if you had any /spicy/ DKJC headcanons??

okay so i’ve never really thought about writing headcanons but i guess i might as well try my hand at it dgsksksks apologies in advance for how terrible this is lmao

like i know i rb smut all the time but i’m still 🫣🫣🫣 about writing anything like that myself so yeah sorry if it sucks

he’s pretty shy at first, nowhere near as experienced as tommy but not totally incompetent in bed and once he’s comfortable enough he’s an absolute monster

✨obsessive and posessive✨

jonny’s obviously extremely touchstarved

to the point where even the slightest bit of physical affection makes his cheeks flush and his palms sweat but he craves it, wants your hands all over him

in the same vein he wants to touch and grope and feel you as much as humanly possible, to hold you impossibly close and memorize every inch of your body

wants to make out for hours and hours and hours, seriously he can’t get enough of it, he wants to kiss you all over

loves to bite you and be bitten, bonus points if you leave a mark

he doesn’t notice it at first but catches a glimpse of it in the mirror as he’s stripping down for a shower; a trophy of your love embedded in his skin, shaking fingers tracing it as the memory of your soft lips and sharp teeth as you made your mark, staking your claim of him floods his mind and stiffens his cock

he wants you to know who you belong to, however he also wants you to know that every fiber of his being belongs to you

he has a vice like grip on your body as he holds you in a mating press, and with a steady relentless pace he’ll keep going, chasing his release with a finger stroking tight circles on your clit, meticulously working you through as many of your highs as he can pull from you

“shh, it’s okay, c’mon little dove i know you can give me one more, just one more for me, that’s it, such a good girl, cum all over my cock”

he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, sobbing mess, til any semblance of coherent thought in your mind is replaced with the throb of his cock deep inside you, walls fluttering as you milk him for everything he’s got

does not have a daddy kink (although he does like to be addressed as sir) but does have a breeding kink

he doesn’t necessarily want to get you pregnant but absolutely wants to fill you up with his cum and hold you open so he can watch it slowly flow out of you, before bending down and cleaning you up with his tongue

jonny’s a cuddler, in fact he enjoys cuddling afterwards every bit as much as the fuck beforehand

however he can be a manipulative bastard, so afterwards he’d get up and make like he was planning to leave (although he has absolutely no intention to)

he wants you to beg him to stay, wants to hear you plead “stay with me, jonny please please please..” as you take his hand, pulling him into your arms

and how could he possibly resist you? the saccharine way his name rolls off of your tongue never fails to give him goosebumps. the pleased hum you let out when he relents and retakes his place in the bed adds an additional warmth to his already flushed face. desperate to hear more, he pulls you close, your sleepy head resting on his chest, legs entwined and he softly lets his hands wander your delicate frame. lulling you to sleep with his ministrations, his finger traces what feels like random shapes (but is actually his initials over and over again) on your thigh. he buries his face in your hair, memorizing your scent, reveling in its softness as sleep claims him.