#funny how i get made fun of for the pillow but the smell of my shampoo on my pillowcase was appreciated
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i always get made fun of for bringing my pillow along with me but if i’m not going to be sleeping in my own bed i will at the very least have my own pillow
#my pillow is a very specific cool gelled memory foam pillow thats not even made anymore#i haven’t been able to feel safe sleeping next to another person since i was a kid … even people who i KNOW i am safe with#my body is hyper vigilant and i can never let my guard down. i NEED my pillow at the very least#plus 3 melatonin. that’ll do it#i need to feel something#this is what it takes for me to pretend to be normal and why i never let myself get laid anymore. this takes too much energy for me#i hate sundays#i’m exhausted#but i just need to feel something#funny how i get made fun of for the pillow but the smell of my shampoo on my pillowcase was appreciated#can’t have it both ways
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Xjdkdhckdkx I just found your blog and I’ve already read too many of your fics. I love the way you write for Jonathan Crane. It’s so refreshing to see my favorite character soft and sweet, it’s so cute. Too damn good!
With that being said, if I may, I gotta request this. I’ve noticed the man rarely smiles and doesn’t laugh throughout all three moves and it hurts my heart. Soooo, how about our good ol’ Murphy Johnny boy with a very playful reader that takes any and every opportunity to see him smile and hear him laugh. Doing cute, goofy things, corny pickup lines/jokes, playful tickle fights, and more. It can be in the form of headcanons or a fic. Doesn’t matter to me. Have a good day/night. Love yah!~
Menace ↦ Jonathan Crane × Playful!GN!Reader [headcanons]
you're very sweet :) im glad you love my fics for him and honestly, i know what you mean. it sucks to see him not smile often because aside from his beautiful eyes, Cillian Murphy's smile has me WEAK. but yeah, i like writing my characters soft because im a firm believer that no matter how grumpy they are, they will always have the softest spot for their significant other
Warnings: Jonathan Crane being the biggest softie out here
(im well aware this isn't from the dark knight trilogy, but like...look at his smileeee)
You were a menace in Jonathan's life, but he loved that about you
Especially when you'd jumps care him because...well, he was the Scarecrow, so it was ironic.
You'd also do anything to see him smile and laugh, so he'd constantly try to hold it all back, but you were you and he couldn't hold it back for too long
Especially when you'd tickle him in the middle of cuddle sessions.
He lowkey loved it.
Sometimes you'd ruffle his hair for fun to see him smile.
If he ever had a bad day, that was the perfect pick me up.
Then one time you threw a pillow at him to get his reaction which made him throw it back at you, hiding a smile
But when you threw it back, making his glasses fall off his face, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Why though?!"
Was his only question in between his laughter.
You then would casually slide a few dumb pickup lines his way.
"I would never play hide and seek with because someone like you is impossible to find."
He shook his head with a smile on his face.
"If you were a Transformer, you'd be Optimus Fine."
He shut his eyes and laughed.
He loved and hated your pickup lines because they were funny but stupid.
Since you knew he was Scarecrow, you'd wear his mask sometimes, pretending you were him.
"They scream and they cry!"
He couldn't help but cackle at your words as you slid on the wooden floors of his home with the mask on.
He told you about the incident with Falcone once, so he was surprised you remembered it.
Honestly, he loved when you put the mask on because when he'd put it on, it would smell faintly of your shampoo, instantly making him smile underneath it.
Even when you were sick, you managed to crack a few jokes which would make him chuckle, but he'd tell you to relax so you'd get better
"I hate how handsome you are. You're out here living your best life and I'm here with a cold!"
"You're still beautiful."
"Don't lie to me!"
The glare you'd give him would make you stifle a laugh as he gave you a ginger tea.
He loved how nothing stopped you from making him laugh or smile.
You once made a joke about how Batman could have "throw hands" with you if he caught your boyfriend again.
He couldn't deny how funny he thought it was.
I mean, sure, it would never happen especially with the skills Batman had.
There was a time where you wanted him to smile so bad that you squished his cheeks together, telling him he had to lighten up.
He took your hands off of his face and laughed.
"You're unbelievable!"
"You love it though!"
It was true.
You were his light, and he wasn't letting you go.
#jonathan crane#jonathan crane x reader#jonathan crane x you#jonathan crane x y/n#scarecrow#scarecrow x reader#scarecrow x y/n#scarecrow x you#dc universe#asks#ask#anonymous#anonymous asks#anon asks#anon ask#anon
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hey everyone……… funny seeing you here 😀😀 I am SO SORRY for disappearing??? school got cray cray but ITS SUMMER BREAK AND IM BACK SO HIT ME UP WITH REQUESTS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ nobody requested this but I wanted to make a comeback. And it’s EXTRA long for my Rodolfo lovers out there (me) and also to make up for my disappearance.
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General Headcanons for Rudy
Rodolfo Parra
He reminds me of Loving Machine by TV Girl, like it’s just how it sounds that reminds me of him.
Definitely affectionate; only shows it behind the curtains though.
PDA makes him a lil shy, be careful.
He seems like a very organized and clean person, he would appreciate it if you were somewhat the same.
At the same time, he looks like he would be in a “opposites attract” situation.
He’s the calm, reserved, and somewhat quiet person in the relationship. You? Oh girlllllll-
You would probably be the more loud, outgoing, and (hopefully) confident person. Someone pokes fun at him and he doesn’t like it? Oh naw watch out 💀💀.
“He asked for no pickles,” type thing.
DEFINITELY smells good AUGHHH.
Would probably smell like the rain, or a fresh cologne.
Has THE SOFTEST SKIN EVER even with the scars he has.
Likes it when you play with his hair, just twirl his curls with your fingers and he’s melting right there in your arms.
Some days, he’s either SUPER cold or SUPER warm. No in-between.
“Rudy, tus manos están tan frías…” (Rudy, your hands are so cold…)
“Mejor me los puedes calentar con tus manos.” (Maybe you can warm them up with your hands.)
Bro is smoooooth with his flirting, he leaves you a blushing mess.
Tbh, he looks faded most of the time. It leaves you wondering if he probably smoked weed beforehand.
“Cariño, you look high.”
“Just tired.”
On the topic of tiredness, he looks like he needs a well-deserved nap.
Likes it when you’re in his arms, but DIES when he’s in yours instead.
Definitely falls asleep in a matter of seconds when he’s just cuddled up in your arms. It’s only better if you got some muscly ones.
Call him “Guapo,” or “Papi,” bro loses it.
Loves it when you praise him or say words of affirmation. He missed out on those when he was little, so he’s in need of some love.
Kinda likes it when you’re the dominant one…
He’s a pretty introverted man in my eyes, so you kinda have to be the one to make the first move.
At first, Rudy is nervous to be physical just in case he makes you uncomfortable. So make sure you show him it’s okay to give you a little kiss.
Dies for forehead or cheek kisses.
IS THE CUTEST THING ALIVE IN THE MORNING.
Let me set the scene. Whenever it’s the morning, he wakes up with a cute bedhead and you find out why you were cold for most of the night.
You let out a small laugh as you saw the scene right beside yourself. Rudy’s hair was slightly messy and disheveled, appearing as if he just came out of the trenches. Although, it was endearingly cute. It was rare you got to see him out of his collected, reticent shell, and rather in this cute and–just a little–meek state. However, you noticed how he was hogging almost the entire blanket up.
At the sound of your voice, he blinked his eyes open. He raised his eyebrows in an amused way, and turned his body around, facing away from you.
“No, Rudy-” And there went the quarter of the blanket you had. Now you were left with nothing, staring at the pile he had on him.
You lightly smacked his back, and he made a small grunt. “E, give me back my part of the blanket.”
Grabbing his shoulder, you turned him around. You slipped under the covers while you stuck close to him, almost being able to hear his heartbeat.
Shifting your gaze towards his, you brushed away a few strands of his hair away from his forehead, and planted a small kiss against it.
“You look cute in the morning.” You muttered with a small smile.
He scoffed playfully, hiding his face into the pillow. It’s so painfully obvious that he’s not used to it yet. And probably never will be.
Poor lil meow meow also gets nightmares :((. He’ll need a lot of comfort after he wakes up from one.
Won’t admit it, but loves it when you trace the scars he gets from his job.
I feel like he enjoys baking and cooking, and probably makes BANGER tamales. Tamales are probably his favorite food. OR OR mole.
Has a childhood plushie that he (eventually) shows you.
Loves floral and clean perfumes. Especially if it’s strong enough to leave a lasting scent on something or in a certain area.
Let me tell you when bro has THE BIGGEST ASS EVER???
And the way he walks doesn’t make it any better yo 😭😭. If you’re in a relationship with him, smack dat ass at least once cause GYAAAAT
Only in private though, never in public cause he will blushhhhh ooo
If you slap his butt, he gives you his signature ‘are-you-serious’ look.
“Did you just slap my ass?”
“Yeah, what about it? Not my fault you walking around with that truckload back there.”
Although he does let out a small chuckle whenever you do. It’s like an inside joke between the two of you.
Arguments with him are like, wowwww.
Since he’s more thought out, he would be the one to step back and take a moment. He hates arguing cause I imagine that he grew up with parents that argue almost everyday (real Rudy, so real.)
So even when it feels like to you that he’s probably pushing the problem away, he just doesn’t want the arguing to escalate to anything more hurtful.
When he comes back, he tries to talk it out with you. And to make up for it, he gives all of his attention towards you. Just make sure to reassure him that you would never actually hate him for arguing.
He’s literally just too cute to hate or not fall in love with.
In the end? 10/10, would smack his butt again.
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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 3
Pt 1 Pt 2
Quick lil note to say I love every comment I been getting on my stuff and ilysm kissing u all mwah mwah it really makes my day
Story under the cut: angst only rn
You shared a cigarette on the deck with a crew mate, watching Buggy from afar. Sometimes if it was cold, he used to lend you the coat he was wearing right now. What a fool he made you out to be.
”Captain’s let his bird fly out the cage finally?”
”Oh, shut the fuck up.”
He only laughed, “Cabaji gets his sloppy seconds, you could do worse.”
You flicked the butt in his face, storming off below the deck. Before all this, Buggy was teaching you how to throw knives. You decided it was perfect time to imagine the empty barrel was his face.
You could think of a hundred reasons for why Buggy was bad for you, but the good times popped up. His laugh, the real one he seemed to save just for you. The way he’d protect you during a raid, shoving you downstairs in a hurry yelling at you to hide. Letting you watch his shows from the catwalk, his eyes shining brightly in the spotlight as he looked up at you.
It wasn’t romantic for most people, but things were different on the sea. After a raid on a village, he kept a small box close with him. He hid away from the crew, only coming out when you said you didn’t want to eat dinner alone. He had his moods, he was soft around you. He never told you what was in there, only his mood giving a hint to what it was. Closer than what anyone else got.
”Needs work, thank god you’re not my first wave of defense,” said a voice behind you.
”Is there more to be done, captain?”
He smiled, “nah. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”
You looked him up and down, “nice necklace.”
”Eh, gonna hock it next time we dock somewhere. Can’t figure out what put in it anyway.”
You forced a smile, “I thought even pirates loved their mama.”
“Now that’s funny.”
You nodded politely, turning to leave. Buggy stopped you, his brows furrowed like he was struggling what to say.
“I didn’t…know that..well, I don’t have to really explain myself do I?”
”Excuse me?”
”Lemme make it up to you, steal a table at Baratie, dine and dash. Something fun and exciting!”
”What? No, I’m not doing that.”
He frowned, “aw come on, you’re not turning legit now, are you?”
You smiled, “I’m not doing that with you.”
Hurt flashed across his face for only a moment, “you did it first you know.”
This confused you, having no idea what he was talking about. You sized up your captain, he was a stubborn bastard.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to, so I doubt it.”
”Go clean the head.”
”You’re seriously giving me cabin boy duty?”
He nodded, causing you to groan. He smiled satisfied, he was going to make you regret sleeping with the boss. If that was how he was going to act, you were going to make him regret it too. Cabin boy was easy to pay off for shit duty.
”I’m sure there’s a way to convince your captain differently, if you wanted to be persuasive.”
Buggy stepped closer, bumping into your chest. His breath smelled of whiskey, his aura pulling you closer. It was like that when you joined his crew, amused instead of angry that you tried stealing from him. Buggy had a way with people, making them stay. You knew better.
”You don’t like me Buggy, simple as that. You made it clear more than once.”
He was at a loss for words, letting you walk away as he stood there. You held in your tears until you reached your room. The worst part about being on a ship was the lack of privacy. In your dreams, Buggy would proudly proclaim his love for you, in front of the whole world. Instead of letting you hover around him, the crew would judge you, yet you didn’t get special treatment when it came to chores.
He did give you his cabin to be alone in, and that was something you wished you had now. You cried softly, face down in your pillow. What did he mean earlier? What did you do first?
You heard your name called, ignoring it.
“You okay?”
It was your friend, petting your head softly. You gave a thumbs up, rubbing your face like nothing happened. She smiled, giving you the mug of coffee in her hand. The ship was set to sail for a small village, peaceful and full of gold. You chatted about the show, what your friend had planned.
“So what’s your plan?”
”I’ll probably still run the lights and curtains.”
”No, about him.”
You sighed, “he’s a grown ass man, he won’t apologize and I’m not gonna coddle him. We’re pirates for fuck’s sake.”
Surprisingly, Buggy still allowed you to run the lights. In the middle of the ring was the mayor, bound and gagged as Buggy made his grand entrance. He was nicer when the show ran smoothly, a little more willing to let people live.
And your mother had much bigger plans for you and your life.
Buggy glanced up at you, winking as he tortured the mayor for the key to the bank vault. He was still very handsome, sexy when he exerted his power over others. The gasps from the audience reminded you of the first time you saw his powers, it was intoxicating.
You used this opportunity to sneak away, heading towards his cabin. You weren’t sure what you wanted to find, his room was messy as always. You had some clothes left behind, deciding to take a pile. You searched around for your locket, not remembering if he kept it on today. The accordion was still in its case, you took that one too. If he was going to punish you for stealing your own things, so be it.
Realizing you never had the whole ship to yourself, you pushed your luck, snooping in his personal items. Sealed letters from someone, the name sounding familiar. Under a pile of scarves was a small box, you wondered if the locket was inside. Were you still willing to steal that damn thing from him?
You decided against it, running to your room and back to the tent before anyone noticed. You stood in the back, watching the show. The crew was probably going to stay here another couple of days, Buggy loved his adoring fans. You could escape if your luck ran out.
The show ended, Buggy noticing you near the entrance, he smiled and let you go on your way with the rest of the crew to drink. His words entered your mind again, what imagined transgression against him was he thinking of?
The crew liked putting on a small show for themselves, your friend waving as she flipped through the air. You’d miss this crew if you had to leave, Buggy couldn’t ruin this for you. You smiled, hoping to let this whole thing blow over.
You heard your name bellowed out from across the tent, Buggy marching straight toward you. The rest of the crew adverted their eyes, he was on a warpath.
You stood up straight, “yes, sir?”
”You were in my cabin. What did you take? Treasure? A map? Money?”
“My clothes. I had clothes there,” you stuttered.
He glanced around the room, “my cabin. Now.”
You nodded as you’re hurried past the crowd, embarrassed and slightly afraid. Thankful he wasn’t about to air out your relationship failures in the open. It didn’t mean anything good either way.
Buggy spun around as soon as the door closed, angry to the brim.
”You stole from me.”
”I…didn’t.”
”Yes, you did.”
”The accordion? I only took my things back.”
He waved around his room, “oh! Is that all? Nothing else? Nothing in that desk?”
You shook your head, of course he’d find out. You didn’t take anything, your only saving grace.
”I was looking for my locket,” you held up your hands, “I’m not stupid, Buggy. I only take what’s mine.”
He searched your face, the wind blowing out of his sails, he believed you.
With a laugh he shook his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me. Swear to god.”
With a nervous smile, you tried to leave. He still stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t place, unsure if he could either.
“I would like to hear a song, if you’re willing to grant an audience. That’s how I’ll forgive you.”
You smile, “I’ll be right back then.”
The words slipped out so easily, the way your body moved too. You played in your youth, something you did to pass the time on long voyages. On your last ship, it was lost in the wreck. You couldn’t find a reason to get it replaced, feeling like you had no need to. You only told him about it once, in an inn months ago while you bathed together. He liked your singing, not surprised that you always been some sort of artist your whole life.
That day was when you realized you were in love with him.
“Captain?”
”Come in, I was just uh, setting the mood, I guess.”
The cabin was dimly lit, a sheer red scarf placed over a lamp. He held up his hands, motioning you to sit on his chair. You giggled, covering up your nerves.
“Any requests, captain?”
”Oh you can call me Buggy, and uh. I dunno, dealer’s choice.”
You could only remember a song partially, singing a song of a woman left at the altar on her wedding day. The notes were fumbled, your foot tapping next to his, he hummed along not knowing the lyrics.
You had a good time despite yourself, smiling as you made up a song on the spot. You could remember simple chords, singing about the woman from the previous song taking to the sea to cut her fiancé’s head off. Buggy laughed hard at that one.
“Beautiful!”
You smiled, “thanks, Bug.”
You got up to leave, Buggy stopping you again. He held his breath, thinking of something to say.
”You don’t have to leave so soon do you?”
He looked so sad, so lonely. You were certain it had to be projection on your part. He held out a hand, letting you place your fingers gently on his palm. You were in love with an image, one he displayed in full before you. You had doubts, and that was reason enough to leave.
”I can’t. I really can’t.”
He only nodded, letting you take your things with you. As you closed the door you hear him release a shuddering breath, matching the sob you were holding in yourself.
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Rinne Amagi x GN!Reader - Champagne and Sunshine
Rinne !!!!!! My beloved that I’m not so secretly insane about 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 funny that his day is the one day i write soft sex- but all the story moments where he’s unexpectedly thoughtful and soft is so *rattles the bars to my cage* do you get it !!! do you understand the insanity it inflicts upon my poor heart who eats up the fucking “hides his actual feelings with a persona” trope (see also: Madara Mikejima) !!!!!! i could go on. Apologies for the long ass build up btw
summary: The morning after your anniversary, Rinne’s still feeling lovey dovey.
tags: soft sex for a while (“soft” compared to usual rinne activity), service top!Rinne, fingering, body worship, unprotected sex, … h-.... Hand holding-
word count: 2197
NSFW under cut~
The golden rays of sunlight kiss your eyelids gently as the smells and sounds of breakfast being made danced into the bedroom. You snuggle further into the bed, wrapping the sheets around yourself more. There’s a distinct lack of another person in this bed that you missed. The only way you thought to half-assedly quell that feeling was by hugging one of the pillows that he was using. You could still smell a bit of his cologne from last night— pink pepper and bergamot.
You nearly drift back into slumber if it wasn’t for the sounds of your usually dead asleep snoring in the AM boyfriend softly cursing under his breath.
“Augh-! Shit- shit-”
He mumbles something else and you hear a soft clattering sound.
He’s a grown man. He can handle whatever it is.
You pay no mind to him and just continue to doze for what feels like only a few seconds before you feel a weight being put on the mattress. For a moment, there was silence.
But just a moment.
“Baaaabe~” Rinne whines as he puts his full weight on top of you. “Honeeeey beeeeee~ Wake up~!”
He nuzzles his face right into your chest, squeezing you into his arms as he rolls the two of you around on the bed.
“Gah! Rinne!” You squirm in his grasp.
As soon as your face emerges from the bedsheets, he showers you in kisses. This wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Usually this would’ve happened later in the day as you two tended to sleep in together. But he was always much more affectionate and energetic than usual after big events. Be it concerts, award shows were Crazy:B are even so much as nominated, whatever constituted a party called for extra affection from the bee.
Yesterday was your one year anniversary. Surprisingly, he planned an entire trip at an amusement park, rolling dice after every attraction and game stall you two visited to determine the next move. It was more fun than you’d admit to his face. The cherry on top was a candlelit dinner on the rooftop of a high class restaurant. How did he get a reservation? He would only grin and say it was fate. You would say it was his unit mate that you spotted plating a dish table side on your way to the bathroom.
But you didn’t tell him that.
Now you were being nuzzled and kissed all over by him.
You manage to push him off enough to plant a loving kiss of your own on his lips.
“Good morning,” you say. “You seem happy.”
Rinne laughs in the way he always does, scooping you up and settling you on his lap. His blue eyes bore into yours with a love drunk gaze. “‘Course I’m happy, babe.” He presses his lips to yours gently. “I’ve had the privilege of being yours for over a year.” One of his hands raises to cup your cheek. “Who wouldn’t be happy with that?”
For all the time he spent acting like a fool, gambling his savings away, pranking suspecting idols in the agency, he never failed to remind you how important you were to him. At first it was subtle. He’d protect you from leering eyes or suddenly treat you to lunch whenever he supposedly won big at pachinko. Now he was much more comfortable dropping that outrageous mask in front of you. He was at ease with you.
“I made you breakfast.”
His words snap you out of your reminiscing and yes. There was, in fact, a tray with toast and scrambled eggs sitting on your bedside table along with two mugs of coffee. One mug less filled than the other.
“... Did you actually make that?” You ask, tilting your head. The eggs were cooked to a perfect soft scramble and the toast nearly looked fake with how even the toasting was.
He looks to the side, his signature cocky smile on his face as he scratches the back of his neck. “I picked up a few things while livin’ with Niki all those years, ‘kay?”
You give him a sleepy smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, honey.”
As you pull back, you see him staring down at you rather intensely. Your eyes follow his gaze. The shirt you were wearing— One of Rinne’s t-shirts, actually— had slipped past your shoulder, exposing your collarbone.
Oh.
Nothing was said for the next few minutes. Only actions existed between you two for this moment. It was a silent agreement as Rinne undresses you like he was unwrapping a delicate package. Once your shirt and any other clothing you were wearing were out of the way, he makes quick work of his undershirt. Rinne keeps his boxers on as he was much too excited to get started on you. He pushes you gently back down onto the bed where you were just dozing off moments ago.
Rinne runs his hands up and down your sides, admiring the view he had of you below him. He was captivated by the way the light shines through the curtains to brush and caress your body in the same way he was doing right now. His face glows with his soft, love drunk expression, lowering his head to give you the nth kiss of the morning. His lips drift from your lips down to your neck and down your body.
He leaves no patch of skin untouched. He relishes in each soft gasp he can pull out of you. Each time he feels your skin pebble to goosebumps, he chuckles and nuzzles his face into that spot a little more.
You merely lie against the pillows and sheets and watch him, one of his hands holding yours with your fingers intertwined. He had already brought you breakfast (which still lay untouched due to this small distraction), but he refused to have you lift a finger. Your one year anniversary might have ended when you both slept, but he couldn’t help but want to treat his lover a little more.
“Hmngh…”
Your eyes flutter as his tongue lavishes itself against your hole. Through half-lidded eyes, you catch a glimpse of him staring up at you like you were heaven sent. His own eyes close eventually as he focuses all his efforts into pleasuring you. Your legs instinctively find their way over his broad shoulders and he moves his hands to hold onto your waist gently.
One of his long fingers makes its way into your hole. Curling and gently caressing you from within, his mouth finds its own rhythm against your sex. Rinne lets out a small mouth of his own, clearly deriving pleasure from this act alone. The vibrations send waves of pleasure up your spine as you try and stop yourself from grinding against his face. He’s not going particularly fast. His tongue moves at a languid pace and he’s taking his time with adding another finger into your eager hole. But he knew every spot that made your body want to keen and whine for him. He’s explored enough that the actions were second nature to him.
Your head falls back against the pillows, softly moaning as your lover holds you right where he wants you. The sleepy daze that was clouding your mind was replaced with the wondrous haze of pleasure. Your hips raise ever so slightly into Rinne’s touch and his grip on your waist tightens. His movements speed up slightly to draw out more noises from you.
You just barely manage to raise your head and see his piercing blue eyes glued to your form.
“Rinne~” Your voice still had the slight morning rasp. Now it was mixed in with your needy whines.
“Yes, honey bee?” He pulls away, the signature smirk you’ve grown to love plasters itself on his face.
For a moment, you just lie there— panting softly. You can’t seem to speak, mind already starting to numb from the gentle but constant drum of pleasure flowing through you.His free hand continues to caress your sides while the fingers inside of you move in and out at a moderate pace. The only sounds filling the room.
He watches your mouth open and shut a couple times. His fingers continue to speed up as he finds your speechless expression all too precious to stop. He doesn’t even want to speak so as to not interrupt the chorus of sweet noises that tumble from your lips.
The way the light shines from behind him makes him appear to have a slight golden outline. Like a little halo of light. Your vision blurs for a moment as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. You try and get your bearings, hand reaching for the one holding your waist. You don’t last long before you feel the pleasure release from your body. You tense for a moment, clenching yourself around Rinne’s fingers, before relaxing back down onto the bed.
Rinne lets out a low whistle and retracts his fingers from your hole. He even makes a show of kissing your sex as if to thank you for the wonderful display you’ve put on for him. You whimper at the emptiness, breathing deeply to calm yourself.
You watch as he frees his cock from his boxers. The way his hand strokes himself up and down was a delicious sight. There was no need for him to even do that considering how hard he was.
“Babe~”
He kisses you again to bring you out of your stupor. “You okay? Can I put it in… please?” He asks so gently, but you could feel the slight strain behind his words.
You look down and see his dick already rubbing against your awaiting hole. The sight alone made you want more.
“I’m okay.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Go ahead, Rinne~”
Rinne pushes himself into your hole the second you give him the okay. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and he lets out a guttural moan.
“Shit- You feel so fucking good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. It takes him all the concentration in the world to not pound you into the mattress and let you both get a second to adjust to each other.
Your lips make contact with his throat as he wraps his arms around you. He didn’t care if you left hickeys. In fact, he invited it. His eyes roll upward as you suck on his pale skin and he gave a few shallow thrusts before finding a good pace.
He went slow. In comparison to his usual harsh, eye watering pace, Rinne was going slow. He wanted to savour this moment with you. And it felt just as good.
His pace makes you feel each and every inch leaving and entering you and you find yourself back in that pleasure induced daze from earlier. You kiss and nip at his neck and collarbone, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rub circles into your back. Your legs hook around his waist to draw him closer.
“I’m so lucky.” His voice is husky as he mutters those words into your ear. “I’m so lucky to be yours. That you let me be yours.” He speeds up slightly. His dick is throbbing inside of you.
“I’m yours too, Rinne.” You whimper, an overwhelming feeling of care and pleasure mixing together inside of you.
His hips smack against yours delightfully, speeding up as time went on. There are no more words exchanged. Just moans and cries of pleasure.
Rinne has reached his boiling point. He lets go of your body in favour of bracing himself against the mattress with one hand. His other hand collects your wrists and holds them above your head as he leans forward. He uses his own body weight to get you into a mating press— the angle making his dick drive deeper into you.
His usual pace was back.
You cry out as his cock flies in and out of you, the pressure of an orgasm bubbling inside of your abdomen once again. Through bleary eyes, you see him dip his head down. You can hear him groaning and growling by your ear. Rinne was drowning in the same overwhelming pleasure and emotions as you were.
“I love you, my honey bee.”
A deep thrust burying his cock as deep as it would go in you punctuates each word.
You couldn’t even respond before you are overtaken by the force of your climax. You shudder against his sturdy body as you are thrown into clear bliss. The immense amount of pleasure runs through you in waves and you find yourself clenching around him more than expected.
Rinne lets out beautiful— damn near melodic— breathy moans himself. A couple more deep thrusts and he is holding you in place as his cum fills your hole. He gives a few shallow thrusts before he stops, pulling you on top of him.
You and him lie there, skin to skin and catching your breaths. His fingers move to stroke your hair.
A soft smile appears on his face as he hears your quiet voice.
“I love you too, Rinne.”
#Minty's Musings#Minty's Writing#esxreadernsfwmonth2023#ensemble stars smut#nsft es!!#enstars x reader smut#rinne amagi x reader#rinne amagi x reader smut#rinne amagi smut#happy end of mayy whoooh#soft rinne amagi my beloved#im so normal (insane) about the king bee himself#if you see any typos no you didnt#i was gonna proofread but then i got sick okay
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You make a pillow fort in the living room and Levi's never had one before.
He sees it and is shocked and confused at why it's "fun".
You let him into the fort to show it's all catered for him. There's warm blankets, black and white movies and a thermos of tea along with snacks. It's a little heaven all for him.
He thanks you and gives you a tight hug, but tells you something is missing from his fort.
You.
You both crawl inside and snuggle up.
Have I let things just sit in my inbox? Yes :( I'm so sorry. This has been here a while. But yay I wrote, thanks Jelly ❤
Levi would kill me if he knew I associated this song with him but I can't help it! Barely proof read, over 1k words.
Perfect Two
"Uh, love, what are you doing?" Levi asks with a raised brow when he comes into the living room after a shower to see kitchen chairs, pillows and blankets all over the floor.
"What?" You ask loudly, not being able to hear him. Your head is near the floor while you try to arrange the pile, butt up in the air in a comical way that makes Levi smile.
"What are you doing?" He repeats louder as he comes closer.
"Making a fort." You say in an obvious tone.
"Uh, what? Why?" He seems confused.
You huff and sit up. "It's fun, silly. Here, help me."
You throw him a portion of sheet and he doesn't attempt to argue because he knows it's useless.
You help direct him how to tie it to the chairs to make a tent and get another sheet to make it larger.
"Are we, babysitting?" He asks, wondering if he forgot.
"No, this is for us!" You say with a smile, coming around the chairs to kiss his cheek and mess his damp hair.
It's fun for kids of course, but Levi is still unsure of this idea for the two of you. But, your heart is set on it and it's almost up anyway.
"We're gonna, sit on the floor?" Levi is still trying to figure this out.
"We're gonna camp out!" You exclaim as you sit back on the floor and fluff pillows.
You've already had dinner and are both undressed in sleepwear, ready to get comfortable.
Levi smiles again as he watches you.
There was and still is a lot he hasn't experienced, and sometimes you do something unexpected like this for him. Though maybe is seems funny, it warms his heart that you do things like this.
Just last week after racking leaves you had him fall back into them with you and he couldn't help but laugh and feel happy, before having to pull the pile together again. But you helped so it didn't feel like a chore.
You stood up again just as a kitchen timer went off. "Oh!" You say and pull Levi along with you.
He accepts whatever else you have in store and watches you move about the kitchen. You've made tea and put the pot and cups on a tray, pulling out another tray for some tasty treats and even a bowl of popcorn.
Levi isn't sure about tea and popcorn, but the pastries look yummy and smell of apple.
You hand him one tray and take the other and head back into the living room.
The way the chairs are situated, they can hold the trays inside the fort to leave more room inside.
You bounce on your feet in an excited manner. "Get in!" You tell him.
Levi does what you tell him, and lowers himself down enough to crawl in.
"A little low in here." He jokes, hearing you tsk.
"It's perfect." You say with a grin as you watch him settle against the pillows.
Levi admits, it's not so bad. He looks up and catches your eye and his breath catches in his throat for a moment. It still stuns him how you make him feel, standing there so beautiful, and all you're doing is smiling and wearing pajamas.
"It's no good."
You frown at this, afraid that maybe this time you didn't get it right.
"I...I'm sorry." You say in a shaky voice, demeanor changing suddenly.
"No, no." Levi sits up, there's more than enough room. "I mean, because you're not in here yet." He rushes, irritated with himself he accidently put a frown on your face.
"Levi!" You let out a sigh and giggle. All better.
Your heart settles down as you lean in and Levi makes room for you to snuggle up next to him.
"Sorry, love." He mutters, kissing your temple.
"It's okay." Sometimes he can still catch you off guard.
You take a few minutes before sitting up and setting up tea and pastries.
"What's the popcorn for?" Levi asks suspiciously.
"The movie."
The fort is open so if you lay back enough you can see the tv.
"Ah." He smirks. "After tea." If nothing else, you can't mix tea and popcorn.
After a bit you turn on what Levi instantly recognizes as one of his favorite black and white noir movies from the 1940s.
"But, you hate this one." Now Levi frowns. He knows this one isn't your favorite, and he'd much rather watch something you both like.
"Levi, I could never hate something you like." You tell him earnestly, and Levi feels himself blush slightly as you lean over and leave a soft kiss on his cheek.
"It's starting to grow on me." You tell him. After the last time when he didn't get annoyed at you for having to stop so he could answer your questions, and you saw how intense he felt and fascinated he made it feel, you needed to see it again from this new perspective.
"Okay, I'll choose next then." He looks over at you and captures your lips for another kiss before all the credits signal the start of the movie.
Halfway through the movie, the popcorn gone, you give a tiny yawn, not sure if you will even make it to the end of this one.
"Do you like your fort?" You ask quietly.
Levi turns away from the movie. "It's perfect." He says, tackling you with kisses, making you laugh.
You put your arms around him and hold him close.
There are no words to describe how it makes you feel to be able to do all these things with the love of your life. And that he is always up for your antics and genuinely enjoys it.
"Well, you'll love what I have in store for us next weekend."
Somehow you make it through the rest of the movie and clean up, and though Levi has picked out your favorite for after, you don't last long and he turns it off.
He holds you against him and lightly kisses your forehead, and you barely stir.
"Thank you. I love you." He whispers as he gets comfortable in the best made pillow and blanket fort to ever exist.
Levi falls asleep wondering what else you have planned, knowing it will be something sweet and from your heart.
He smiles in his sleep knowing that you are all his, and that he will have many more experiences with you in this lifetime.
#levi ackerman#aot fluff#levi x reader#attack on titan#aot#levi#captain levi#captain levi ackerman#levi ackerman fluff#levi fluff#captain levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#the perfect two#guys i can't help it#he says captain and first mate and apple of my eye and hero and sidekick#its all adorable i'm not sorry!
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congrats on 1k! i love your writing so much. thanks for keeping the fandom fed in this trying times 🥺 may i request prompt #37 with deucey?
Prompt 37: "You smell so nice”
Character: Deuce Spade
A/N: The greek blood coursing through my veins says that no soul will ever leave my blog hungry. If so then a line of ancestral ghosts will curse every evil eye I own to shatter, and my rice pudding to never have the right consistency
Deuce loves all of his friends with his entire heart. He may be humble about it, but Deuce is the definition of “ride or die”. He’ll be the one causing a distraction when you are late and need to sneak in through the classroom window. He was willing to pull the weight of two stargazers - risk his goal to be a role model student- just so the school shut in would join in for fun festivities. He’s the first his friends call when they need a helping hand despite his tendency to be air-headed. Why? Because Deuce is loyal and always pulls through when it counts. He’s impossible to dislike once you get to know him.
You were one of his first friends at the college. The fellow first-year who simultaneously saved him from trouble on the daily while dragging him into other messes. At first he found you dangerous. Not physically - but to his dream of making his mother proud. He swore off associating with you the moment you were given custody of the demon cat.
Life had other plans for him though. Curse his hot-headed pride and that bumbling red-head. Not even a week in to the semester and he was already in trouble. What would his mother say? What if he was expelled? How would they manage to fix the chandelier? What could two freshmen, a magic cat, and a foreigner do?
Back then, he was determined to stay in the academy and so he became stubborn. Fighting with the people he was supposed to work with and in the end? It was the person he doubted the most that saved them all.
You. You got the stone to fix the chandelier and saved him from being sent home.
You gave him friends too. With yourself, Ace, and Grimm being the first. Not long after your once dubbed “danger,” magnet has given him more experiences and memories than he ever planned to create at NRC. From sneaking into a mer-museum, having culinary escapades, crashing a literal ghost-wedding, playing spell drive - the list goes on but the thing is that you are his best friend.
So when did he want more than that? When did he become prey to your magnetism?
Deuce is known for being the dense-sort and he acknowledges it. Yet he had hoped that he wasn’t so far gone to miss the moment he fell in love.
They smell so nice, the thought broke through one day out of nowhere. He’s thought similar before. Sometimes he might pick up a cologne on one of his friends, or note that you’re trying a new body wash. It’s nothing new or weird. Just an observation.
What’s weird is how your scent made it impossible to focus on his comic. How he began to take deeper breaths to smell it again, and how he desperately wanted to bury his face in the blankets and pillows on the nearby couch. How his heart raced when his mind wandered for a split-second, an image of you in a bubble bath flashing in his head.
Friends don’t think of other friends in the bath. Deuce excused himself to bed early that night, hoping to clear his mind.
It did not stop there though. The day merely being the calm before the storm - suddenly the pandora’s box of Deuce’s thoughts could not be closed.
Your laugh was contagious to where he’d grin even if nothing was funny.
He’d imagine you sitting with him when studying or doing chores - even if you weren’t there. It made him work twice as hard.
There were times he’d hear your voice in his head instead of his own. Scolding him for losing his temper, mimicking your laugh when he’d think something funny, and rerunning conversations you had with him earlier in the day.
Phantom touch took over his senses. At times your hugs would linger much beyond their ending. He’d fall asleep those days still feeling the warmth of your embrace - sometimes calming him and others so flustering to where he cannot drift off.
Your adventures begin to scare him again. Deuce realizes that you are not dangerous and never were in the first place. You are the one in danger. He now feels the need to protect you, actively seeking to involve himself instead of being dragged in by circumstance.
Through all this, he still remains oblivious. His head is screaming that something is wrong yet he can’t pinpoint what.
Friends don’t get flustered by each other’s smell. Friends don’t think of each other in the bath. Friends don’t hear each others’ voices in their heads. Friends don’t think of each other first thing in the morning, throughout the day, all the way until the last moment before bed. They don’t dream about each other every.single.night. They definitely don’t want to…well, kiss, each other. Hold hands and do things Deuce used to cringe at when out with his old gang.
So what is it? You are Deuce’s friend. Why do these thoughts appear about you and no one else?
“Oh my,” his mother’s voice rings over video call. She makes no attempt to hide the gentle yet knowing smile growing from cheek to cheek, “it sounds like you’re in love, dear”
“I’m in…love?” Deuce stares at the screen in surprise, the word coming out a confused whisper. He had told his mother all his feelings in confidence. In hopes she could piece together this story.
His mother echoes him with an affirmation, glowing with pride and happiness for her son.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#deuce spade x reader#twst deuce spade#deuce spade#heartslabyul x reader#heartslabyul#1000 follower special
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Random dirkjohn headcanons and scenarios... 2!
I might actually do something with these one day. Also APPARENTLY THERE'S A SYMBOL LIMIT ON TUMBLR AND I HIT IT LMAO
Two things: 1) All of my hypothetical scenarios take place on Earth C, 2) There's a lot of fluff here, brace yourselves.
Dirk has a "John is upset" voice and refuses to admit that he does. He talks softer to him and filters himself more, and Roxy notices it and thinks that it's adorable how mellow and accommodating Dirk is with him.
John meanwhile can read him better than Dirk thinks and knows when he’s bothered by something. He’s trying to distract him with jokes and silly teasing without trying to make him explain himself, he’s just trying to make him comfortable and relax, even if it doesn’t help long term.
Dirk gets his own place at some point before they start dating because John doesn't like spending too much time in his childhood home, but also thinks that it's awkward to impose on the place Dirk shares with Jake. John is absolutely ecstatic about the idea of decorating a new place while Dirk thinks it's too damn big for the two of them, let alone just him: he's used to a cramped apartment after all. John ends up deciding what goes where for the most part, and Dirk eventually gets into it after seeing his enthusiasm. They argue about dumb shit and Dirk goes on and on about something like couch placement even though he doesn't really care. John doesn't even really live with him at first, but brings posters, clutter items and things like pillows and curtains (blue ones because Dirk mentioned them at some point and he thinks it's funny.) The house gradually starts looking really cozy, and Dirk doesn't need to explain to his guests who's responsible for it. Their friends start bringing him kitchen appliances, comforters and useless things to place on shelves as gifts to John's completely gleeful reaction, and Dirk is just glad to see him happy, even though their friends are making fun of him. It's not their place, but it totally is.
The house eventually gets wired with all sorts of mutual pranks and traps. They let others crash, but it's on them if they set off something they weren't supposed to. Dirk tends to overdo things, and on one hand John enjoys listening to him explain how he came up with a mechanism or how he made it, but on the other you don't just start a prank war with a mechanic who is as resourceful as he is invested in his craft. He doesn't really make anything particularly dangerous, but John just in case walks around half incorporeal.
They accidentally start sharing wardrobe sometimes because of the shared laundry. John likes oversized shirts, so they fit taller Dirk just fine; Dirk's regular clothes aren't that different from John's oversized ones, but he sometimes wears skin tight tanks, so they more or less fit John. Neither of them bat an eye because who cares about shirts, and John is just a little bit embarrassed by people commenting on how close he is with his platonic second best bro. The first best bro is innerly losing his shit when he sees a hat logo on John's shirt or Dirk wearing an unusually comfy sweater, but fortunately (for John) Rose is the one who has to listen to him process that out loud.
Jade completely innocently mentions that she can't tell their smells apart anymore, and John's initial reaction is neutral because duh no shit they live together, and Dirk's innerly freaking out because Rose and Jane are present to hear that and raise eyebrows at him, meaning that Roxy will hear about that, meaning that everyone will hear about that because she can't keep gossip to herself. Dirk, however, is also pleased in a kind of possessive fashion, but no one needs to hear about that.
John joins Dirk and Jake in their friendly-but-totally-competitive sparring sessions one day, set up because they both have way too much energy to burn. Jake gets his ass handed to him because he actually sucks at fighting, Jake's every "strife" with John is more of a game of tag than a fight and they're just having a good time with Dirk as their more than willing witness. Meanwhile Dirk can't consciously land a hit on John, he can neither swing at him nor point a sword at him without his hands failing him because he has no idea how much John can handle, but also because he looks so soft and comfortable and non threatening and Dirk would rather ruffle his hair than hit him. John is kinda flattered by that, but he's also annoyed that Dirk doesn't treat him seriously and assumes that he's too fragile to fight for some reason, both of which are wrong and John fails to see why at first because he'd fight Dirk for many things actually. He ends up taunting and teasing him, but also showing off his incorporeal wind state. He even makes Rose vouch for him and prove that he literally can't be stabbed when he's like that when he learns that Dirk's just worried out of his mind again. Dirk eventually lets himself relax, gets into it and actually starts responding to John's taunts, and John turns it into a chase with a cheeky "catch me if you can." They're being complete clowns with John being a brat and Dirk chasing him with a fucking sword, but they're having a blast, getting handsy with each other sometimes when Dirk briefly catches John before he disappears in a gust of wind with obnoxious cackling. Dirk eventually manages to catch him off guard with some remark and restrain his hands behind his back, pressing the dull side of his blade to his neck, and they're just catching their breaths and chuckling at each other's disheveled states. They kind of lose track of time in the heat of the moment, until Jake decides that he's seen enough flirting for the day and not enough fisticuffs. He loudly clears his throat and calls them out with something like "Nothing warms the heart quite like seeing two stand-up gents frolicking and having a mighty fine time!", to which John and Dirk just awkwardly pull away from each other, all ruff and flustered like their unlabeled relationship doesn't raise any eyebrows on a regular basis anyway. Jake makes it a recurring thing with them and even invites others to their strife sessions to join the peanut gallery. He even manages to convince very unimpressed Dave to join and see that there's no actual fighting going on most of the time and that he doesn't need to worry about John fighting and getting injured by his "Bro", because said bro is scared shitless to actually hurt John and turns their sparring into a rather embarrassing snugglefest.
Dirk sometimes writes down his rhymes, even though he's more used to improv, and John one day finds them and makes him read them with a feeling and passion like poetry because it sounds hilarious (and maybe he likes Dirk's voice a little bit), he even provides piano ambience for him. Dirk actually goes along with it, and John's dying on his keyboard laughing after a particularly dramatic "Yo"s or "Uh"s, which are normally more Dave's style, but Dirk just thought that it'd be a nice addition. Rose is very willing to join them after she one way or another finds out about that, and that's the closest thing to friendly bonding that happens between Rose and Dirk without both of them being way too difficult because they're just Like That.
#dirkjohn#johndirk#headcanons#homestuck#hs#long post#some of these are good as fics#some as art#some as motherfucking animations#do you understand my pain
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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RE:Purpose (Re:vale x Reader)
Chapter 5 :: Momo(NSFW)
summary: You're an assistant for idols and producers in the music industry, but getting a job with the famous Re:Vale takes a strange turn..
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A/N: minors dni pls im begging you; writing this chapter was fun tho, next is yuki’s chapter; hope you enjoy!
After a night of drinking, you and Momo stumble inside your home (aka just the shared apartment with Re:vale, but they made it feel like a home) carrying each other's weight over the other's shoulder.
Momo lets you down onto the couch, but the two of you were so entangled you swiftly brought him with you. A waft of alcohol smell quickly seeps into the air.
The sound of his drunken laughter ringed in your ears, even though you were looking more towards the ceiling, drunk out of your mind.
Yuki was presumably asleep by the time the two of you got there. He needed to be somewhere early in the morning.
"Ehehe..you look sooo pretty right now.." Momo drawls. It took a lot for him to get drunk so it was evident he was really hammering the drinks down tonight.
You did nothing but smile at him, not even able to form cohesive sentences right now.
"I have.." he hiccups. "I have an idea."
You raise an eyebrow.
"We should go in my room..You've hardly ever been in thereee." He drawls, sounding like a kid that desperately wants to show their parents something.
"Because..you're an idol. It'd be rude. You need..privacy." you mutter, still having enough soberness to at least remember that.
“Who cares about privacyyyy..I want..you to.”
A moment a silence passes, and is only broken by you heaving out a sigh.
“Alright..” You start to get up, pushing him off of you a bit. “But no funny business okayy..?”
He nods and gets off of the couch. You two had forgotten about the couch pillows you knocked off somewhere (Yuki would be annoyed at that later).
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You wake up in Momo's bed. Something already felt horribly off (aside from your splitting headache) and you finally realize once you pull the covers up.
You were nude.
Before you could screech at the top of your lungs, you hear your lover throwing up in the toilet of the hallway bathroom.
“Ughh..” He wretches. “I can’t believe I overdid it like that..” His shorts were just loosely hanging under his butt as if he put them on in a hurry without actually bothering to pull them up.
Your chest starts heaving up and down as you hyperventilate.
There was no way you just slept with THE Momo.
The time was already dangerously close to a photoshoot appointment for him, leaving you two no time to discuss before he put on his clothes and rushed out the door. Even the car ride there was silent.
You take care of some duties that, honestly, their manager should be handling, but its not too rough on you. There’s been worse days so far. Yuki was in the dressing room, he had gotten there at an earlier time (shockingly, considering Momo is the one who usually has to wake him). The mere thought of Momo talking about last night to him made a pit in your stomach turn.
In the dressing room, the idol in question was changing into his outfit for the shoot, taking his shirt off and putting the one made for him on.
Something interesting catches Yuki’s eye, catching a glimpse of his partner’s back before he puts the costume on.
Momo smooths it out a little, before gingerly turning to his partner, showing off the costume shirt.
“How do I look?”
Yuki only stares, making Momo frown at the lack of response.
“What? Did I put it own backwards?” He tries to find which side of the collar the tag is on.
The older idol only lets out a sigh.
“Momo, you have so many scratches on your back, I almost blushed.”
Momo blinks. “Wait…what?” He takes off his shirt again, looking at his back in the mirror.
He lets out a scream that thankfully no one was outside the room to hear.
“Y-yuki, I-i promise I don’t remember how they got there!” He stutters, genuinely being confused and worried what Yuki is thinking of him right now.
“Well you and (y/n)-chan were getting along pretty well, aren’t you?” Yuki crosses his legs, giving an unimpressed stare.
“..You knew?”
The silver haired idol lets out a small chuckle. “You’re pretty easy to read Momo. It’s been nearly 2 months now.”
Momo’s arms fall to his sides and he hunches over in defeat.
“I’m happy for you, really. If I weren’t I would’ve said something earlier.”
Momo stands back upright. Yeah, he had a point. Yuki surely would’ve made his opinion known if he weren’t happy with it. Especially considering a relationship could cause trouble for them if it were to stir a scandal.
"Just, please. If you're going to be intimate, at least do it either after I'm asleep or go to a hotel." He says just as precaution so he doesn't have to be scarred.
"I..I didn't mean to though. I was just wasted last night, and so were they."
"You got that drunk? Are you stressed out?" Yuki's eyes widen. He couldn't remember the last time Momo was completely drunk.
"N-no! I don't know what came over me, I guess I was having a little too much fun.." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, barely being able to recount what happened at the bar, let alone after that.
"Well, anyway, the point is I don't mind you two dating. Okarin might have a stroke though." Yuki imagines how much medicine the poor man will have to take.
"I'll deal with that when we get to it, haha..thanks though, I really like (y/n)-chan.." Momo looks genuinely bashful for once, gaze averting Yuki's as his face flushes and his lips curl into a smile even thinking about you.
“I’m glad.” Yuki smiles back. “Here I was thinking you’d be single forever because of me.” He couldn’t help but tease.
“wH-” Before Momo can voice his response, a knock was heard at the door.
You crack the door open. “Yuki, you’re on now.” You notify him.
He nods, getting up and leaving, but not before whispering to Momo.
“You should use this chance to talk.” He pats his partner’s shoulder before walking off to the set.
Your eyes meet Momo’s fuchsia ones, and near hastily shut the door back. The idol rushes forward, sticking his foot in the door.
“Wait--AGH!” He winces in pain. “Maybe I should’ve thought that one through..”
You’d snicker if you weren’t so anxious right now.
“What is it Momo-san?” You ask in a flat, business-like tone.
“Don’t ‘Momo-san’, me, no one’s around!” He pouts. “We need to talk.” He says, sounding more stern.
“Please, j-just, after work..” Another attempt to close the door was made, before he flat out holds it open with his hand.
“No, now.” He says.
You purse your lips, before deciding that staying outside and making Momo repetitively beg you wouldn’t be a great idea, so you finally oblige and walk in.
“I’m assuming this is about…last night.” You try your best to hide your flushed face even thinking about it.
“Yeah…I’m sorry.” The black-white haired man looks to the ground, repentant.
You whip your head up to him. “What? There’s nothing to apologize for, we were both drunk.”
“But, you regret it right? That’s why you didn’t want to talk about it..”
“I don’t regret it Momo…if anything I wish I at least remembered.” You state maybe a little too early.
That makes Momo’s face become as red as a tomato, hands covering his mouth, and you both were internally screaming right now.
“Do you…wanna do it again?”
Your eye sockets could nearly fall out right now, how could he make such a proposition in a dressing room?
“M-Momo!” You stutter, face flustered again and you could barely form any words like your brain is still trying to process all this.
“I won’t force you to, obviously it’s a risky idea! But…I’d really like to redo that experience with you..while sober of course.” His eyes seemed shy but had a subtle sultry glint at the same time.
You purse your lips, opening the door to see if anyone was in the hallway.
Nope. All clear.
The door is swiftly locked and before either of you know it, you’ve thrown yourself onto him.
He has half a mind to tear your clothes off, but knows that’ll come back to bite him later, so he quickly shoves them off onto the floor.
Your lips intertwine and you start to think of this as a bad idea less and less.
Momo puts a nipple in his mouth, minding that he has fangs so he sucks instead of biting (he’d save that for another time if you’d allow it) and you throw your head back in bliss.
Body shivering from him inserting a finger inside you earlier than expected, you give him a needy look that you’d deem as nearly pathetic if you weren’t intoxicated by him already.
He moves his mouth from your nipple to your lips, drowning out every moan you spill. His fingers enter you even faster to prep you for what comes next.
You shake, feeling like you’re on fire, but in a good way strangely.
Momo’s erection through his pants was clearly evident, and you assisted him in pulling his pants down. Honestly, it was pretty impressive for his stature. Precum leaked from it as his excitement was growing.
His fingers slip out of you and he looks into your eyes with hungry desperation. “Are you ready?”
A hard question to answer, as you were still a bit anxious if you could take it. You nod at him with a whimper.
Your eyes widen and a gasp is let out as he bends you over the dressing room table, right in front of the mirror.
There was a bit of roughness to him entering you, but eventually you didn’t mind as pain quickly turned into pleasure the more he rammed into you.
He turns your body around with ease and goes with a more missionary position. The fact he works out and used to be an athlete as the cause for his strength didn’t dawn on you until now.
Your hands find their way clinging to his back, intending to claw and make even more scratch marks, you didn’t care anymore if anyone saw them. If you had to, you’d cover them with makeup yourself after.
“(y/n)!” He finally calls your name without the ‘-chan’ addition, something he hadn’t done much before.
“Momo!” Your hand comes up to his hair as you made absolutely sinful noises.
“Shit! I…I won’t last long!” He says, still sliding in and out of you to reach his climax.
After a few more thrusts, he’d end up being right, pulling out and coming on your stomach.
The two of you basked in the afterglow for a moment, in each other’s (now sweaty) embrace. Eventually his eyes widen and trail back down to your stomach to see what he’d done.
“Aah!” He yelps. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry! I’m gonna go get a tissue!”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
.::.
On the ride home, Okarin was driving while Yuki was in the passenger seat, leaving you two leaning on each other in the backseats. Momo’s thumb lovingly brushes over your hand while you were holding hands.
“I love you..” He whispers, low enough so only you would hear.
“I love you too.” You reply, causing his expression to brighten.
“I’m glad you’re not afraid of saying it anymore~” He teases, but was pretty serious about it.
You huff. “I was NOT afraid of saying it-”
“Was too, I was there when you hesitated saying it, remember?”
The two of you laugh. Okarin looks at both of you in the car mirror, catching on a little now. Yuki would snicker when he finally figures it out, it being painfully obvious to him how happy you two are.
#Idolish7#idolish7 x reader#idolish seven#idolish7 momo#ainana#re:vale#momo x reader#momose sunohara#momo
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You got my attention with YuBo size difference. Hit me up with some headcanons of your choice *grabs popcorn*
Hi so here are 2.5 that I have typed up. I have the other half I will make a post for, and I guess make a master post or something with all of them eventually.
Boris’ Jealousy
We always talk about Yuriy being jealous and possessive over his partner, but. BUT. So is Boris, but only with one person.
He doesn’t care who hits on Yuriy, male or female, because Boris knows Yuriy only has eyes for him. And that Yuriy is so guarded and closed off that he wouldn’t trust any of these strangers with the chance of getting to know him. So he lets the strangers have their fun and shoot their shot.
But. BUT. BUT. Hiwatari. He’s filled with an inconceivable amount of rage and jealousy when he watches Yuriy and Kai interact. He hates the way Hiwatari can make his Yuriy laugh. The way the two understand each other so well. When Boris is feeling at his lowest, he’ll convince himself that Kai understands Yuriy better than him.
It’s like everything is different when it’s with Hiwatari. They all have their shared trauma. He knows the real redhead. Not the one made up by the media or in people’s heads. Yuriy doesn’t have to hold back and pretend to be normal.
Yuriy doesn’t get the aggression and he thinks Boris’ behavior and attitude stems back all the way to their abbey days. And Yuriy just wants Boris to move past it because they’re adults now. This is just petty.
And it’s an embarrassing situation when it comes to a head. Where Boris confronts Kai and Yuriy that if they’re so in love Boris will leave. Boris was so thick headed and it takes both of the vehemently explaining that they’re just friends and they see each other as brothers more than anything else. That Boris sort of gets it. Some days the insecurity rises up the back of his throat with ugly thoughts, but now he goes to Yuriy who’s quick to dispel them. (You can take your pick how he does it.)
More size difference headcanons
So from my other post.
Yuriy is short and leaner. But he’s not tiny. He’s average height. He’s toned and muscles in places, but they're not bulking out (not for lack of trying. For whatever reason, no matter what he does they don’t get bigger. No matter how much he hits the gym and lifts).
Boris is noticeably larger than Yuriy when they stand next to each other. He has broad shoulders, bulky arms and a thick muscled chest that he highlights in tight shirts. (Yuriy and Ivan will jokingly refer to his pecs as tiddies or boobs. Ivan does it just to be funny. Yuriy does it out of annoyance. Which is something I would like to explore in a fic.)
Yuriy steals Boris’ shirts and sweaters on the regular. He’s not really fond of loose clothing like that, but it smells of Boris and it provides a little comfort that he would never admit to enjoying. It annoys Boris that he can’t receive that same comfort that Yuriy can, SO. He will steal Yuriy’s sweaters and then just take naps with them.
Before they get together Yuriy HATES that Boris is taller than him, and that he builds muscle so easily. (You look at dumbbells and your arms get bigger.) Afterwards it's just a mild annoyance. But Yuriy loves Boris’ chest. He likes that it's like resting his head on lil pillows when Boris holds him. And Boris knows just how much Yuriy loves his pecs, so he is a MENACE about it.
Hot/Cold:
This one is just a quick jot down. But I headcanon Yuriy as someone who cannot stand the cold at all. The heat does not bother him. See him in Egypt in a jacket. But the cold? Nope get outta here with that. Even a mild chill. He hates it.
Which works for them because Boris is a human FURNACE. He is so warm and hot. And when the two first start sharing a bed before they talk about their feelings, its the excuse Yuriy gives everyone. "He's nice and warm and I am always cold."
(see my mayblade post of them sleeping together. yuriy is wearing a shirt just in case he gets cold. and boris is shirtless because he is always HOT)
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💢 💤 🍰 🍃 🌱 🏊 ✂️ ✏️ 🖍️ ❤️ for Nakaou
Weird... Weird cat
💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
Buckle in.. Smoking and biting his hands..
Smoking is something hes been doing before he died.. its a habit hes been *attempting* to stop. But its a lot trickier and his anxiety has really been making it harder.. which has lead him to bite at his hands.. not in the way you think? Simply biting at his hands- hes had multiple times where hes broken skin but.. that was when he was younger aha.. He only ends up nibbling his knuckles. He paints his nails so he can avoid taking a chomp out of em
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
Not really! Believe it or not! This guy usually ends up in bed unable to rest. Kinda laying there.. What helps is when hes warm and holding onto something. He usually has a few extra blankets... er.. maybe like five or six on his bed.. and holding a pillow. He finds it comforting. Sometimes Nikoli ends up on his bed.. but most of the time Tiger Mom lays next to him making it easier for him to get some warmth.. before she slinks back off to rest after she knows hes asleep. Wicata has made him some candles that seem to help him out- he cant really put down the smell but he likes it
🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?
Ube! He really likes Ube roll cakes! He doesnt eat a lot of sweets.. most of the time theyre too much for him but.. hey. If you offer him some Ube cake he'll eat it. Theres not much specifics.. as long as the frosting isnt too sweet.. he prefers buttercream over any other kind of fillings..
🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?
Living on the country side.. not too far off from the deep forests of Alternia.. I sure hope he would! He enjoys the slow paced kinda feeling. Taking care of the flowers and the little garden that hes got in the back.. He particuarly LOVES hikes... but uh.. he doesnt particuarly do it safely.. but its how him and nishii used to go about.. Hes pretty crafty and quick on his feet! Able to get up high without hurting himself..
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
..Shoving a trout down Ketana's pants. He remembered them going fishing.. and the fish were a little too friendly. Coming too close.. so Nakaou had thought it would be funny to prank his friend.. the yelp Ketana gave out was hilarious! Though. Nakaou had went home drenched in water.. ehe.. Worth it to him
🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?
Yep! Nakaou can swim. He doesnt like how cold water is most of the time.. hes already running pretty cold.. but hey. He likes it! Its fun to be able to take a dip and kinda exercise! Nakaou is a pretty decent swimmer.. he cant compete with any professionals or even a sea dweller but for a landweller hes decent! As for the ocean. Hed prefer not to go out too far.. uh.. most likely not gonna return? Theres some stuff deep down man!
✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?
Nakaou is actually someone who tries not to do that.. he prefers to leave things how they are.. but. The moment people start threatening people close to him or god forbid you try and kill him? He's kicking your ass to the curb and not in a fun way.
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
"This is a holiday and you've been resurrected
Rise from the grave when everyone least expects it
We are the ones that thrive off being rejected
Hide under bones and never learning our lesson"
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I think theres a lot blatently said here LOL but.. I dunno.. Holiday.. kinda marking the turning point for a lot of things in my lil timeline.. ehe.. Grave.. he does come back unexpected.. with no one expecting it considering how long he had been considered dead. And the last two? BITCHHH.. Nakaou is basically a sucker for punishment with how he ends up getting hurt like that..
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
With the deepest bags under my eyes.. he needs to start opening up. Not retreating and pretending everything is fine. People want to help you. They care about you. But closing yourself off isnt helping. Its not easy. but.. maybe try? PleasE?
❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?
Acts of Service and Physical touch! Nakaou loves just. being able to take a burden off someone, take care of some stuff they have been putting off.. or make them a meal... laundry.. cleaning.. hey! He likes that stuff so its a win for him! Being touchy feely is a bit of a given. He enjoys cuddling.. hugging.. hand holding. kissing.. eheh.. he likes all that. Even if theyre just sitting next to eachother- legs touching. He's content!
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Chapter 12
The next morning the weather had changed. The smell of rain and gloom was slithering in on the horizon.
The small sliver of day hit Cullen in the face and slowly pried his eyes open. He had been laying on his sleeping roll enjoying the momentary rest and the ache in his head from the previous nights Hissing Drake.
He looked over his left shoulder and saw an enchanting creature laying next to him. Her long hair tangled in the saddle she used as a pillow, and her green cloak tucked around her. He laid there a few more moments enjoying the view of her, then decided to wake her up.
“My lady, it’s time we get a move on.” He said gently rousing her.
“Hmm?” She rolled towards him and the memory of watching her sit in front of the fire flooded his mind.
Cullen had noticed she was beautiful, but last night, he resented her for it. Her mind and her heart were all to easily adored and her beauty just added to the perfect picture he was creating in his heart.
“Well, I think, I will be doing that again at some point.” She sat up. “How are you feeling?”
“Small head pain but nothing the day won’t fix.” Cullen smiled then looked out to the horizon. “It looks and smells like rain, let’s try to ride until we find an Inn, I would prefer to deliver you well and not ill.”
“I agree. From what I remember there’s one not far from here. A few hours ride.” She paused, “I really would love to sleep in a proper bed. It’s funny how you take that for granted.”
“Let’s get going - no one likes a drowned Templar.”
“Well, Mages do.” She forced a joke.
He smiled. “That I agree with.”
They cleaned up their campfire and made a point to leave nothing behind. They saddled their horses and mounted. As they started to ride, Cullen slowed his steed down to be in time with Nyss. They rode along side one another in silence until they were both fully awake.
Nyss tucked her hair into a braid and Cullen watched as she even adjusted herself to look more like a Nobel than usual.
“Why the change?” He asked.
“I wanted to befit the Templar guiding me home.” She said as she pushed a loose wave behind her ear. She wrapped her cloak around her and then glanced at him fiendishly.
He saw the mischievous look in her eye and she took off, with him following right behind her.
“Come on Ser Templar, catch me if you can!” She taunted as she rode faster and faster.
Cullen liked the chase. She was full of spirit and mystery. He enjoyed watching her in front of him dodge tree branches, and her cloak trailing behind her. Her strong calves kept her out of her seat, and she looked like she was gliding along with her steed. She was graceful and yet at the same time, so incredibly powerful.
Finally when Nyss saw Cullen could not catch her, she slowed her horses gait. When he caught up, she smiled at him.
“Not expecting that?”
“Not at all my Lady. It was fun, I could chase you forever.” He said, blissfully aware of the connotation.
She blushed, and they rode side by side again. “You do realize you can call me Nyss right?”
“There are other things I wish to call you.” He whispered to himself.
“Oh? Like?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Now I’m doing that speaking out loud instead of in my head thing you do.”
“Do tell.” She pried.
“I would call you exciting and adventurous.” He blushed. “I will call you Nyss, if you insist.”
She stopped her steed. “I do. The ones who may call me that are my friends. You are someone I would consider such.”
“So this is what it’s like to have one?” He said, running his gloved hand through his hair.
“I’ve enjoyed being around you and feel heavy hearted we have to go our separate ways soon.” She looked down.
“Then let’s live for the time we have left.” He said as he moved forward on his horse close enough to her to grab her hand. He took it in his, and gently kissed the back of it.
They day wasn’t far along when the rain had started to come down. They rode for nearly an hour in the downpour when the pair came to a tavern in what seemed like the middle of no where. They let out a breath of relief to see the smoke from the crooked brick chimney.
Once their horses were taken care of, the two grabbed their packs and made their way in from the storm. They were completely drenched from head to toe.
The tavern was warm and smelled of fresh bread. Nyss pulled down her hood and walked up to the Innkeeper.
“We require a room.” She said confidently.
“I have one left, so many people are trying to get out of the rain today. I hope it’s adequate.” The Inn keeper said looking her up and down.
“Thank you Sir, we will also require a meal, is there any lunch leftover?”
The inn keeper provided Nyss and Cullen with a hearty array of delicious items, and they decided to take it to the room they were provided. As they walked in, they immediately noticed there was only the one bed.
“I’ll make a spot near the fireplace. I like the warmth.” Nyss suggested.
“You take the bed, I can sleep on the floor.” Cullen insisted. “I know how much you wanted it.”
Nyss didn’t argue, she really wanted the bed. “Thanks, but first I need to dry off. I am absolutely freezing.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have made a camp sooner!”
“It wouldn’t have helped, everything was soaked.”
Cullen started a fire in the fireplace and Nyss dug through her bag to find something change into. It was all wet. She looked over her shoulder at Cullen who had discovered the same thing. Nyss’ heart beat as she touched the letters from Emmy. ‘Still dry’ she thought. She was relieved.
She walked over to Cullen by the small table in the room and placed her hand on his back. He turned to her slowly, and she looked at him sheepishly.
“Everything I have is drenched. Do you object if I wrap myself in this blanket until they are dry?”
Cullen swallowed hard. She would be there, in the same room with him, naked. A lump formed in his throat and his eyes widened, and his pupils grew. “I am not worried. I have to do the same.” He lifted a shirt from the bag and it was completely saturated.
Nyss laughed. “Come on.” She grabbed his clothes and hers and began hanging them around the room. She slowly got undressed and as her trousers fell to her ankles she wrapped herself in a wool blanket. She then passed Cullen the other blanket and together they moved the bed in front of the fire to keep warm.
The rain was hitting the window loudly and the thunder was booming from the heavens. They sat together and watched the lightening display, while they ate, and took turns sipping on the Hissing Drake.
“You know, terrible as the whole situation is, this part with you has been very, eye opening.” She commented.
“Oh?”
“I enjoy you far too much good Ser.” She blushed. Her cheeks were flushed. Cullen could see her eyes dart between items on her plate. He changed the subject.
“To be fair Nyss, I never thought I’d be this close to a naked woman before.” He laughed.
“And I to a handsome man.” Her cheeks turned pink.
Nyss put her head on the Templars shoulder and watched the fire. His skin was warm, and he had a scar on his shoulder. It had been a deep wound. It was silvery, which showed its age
“What is this from?” She ran her finger lovingly over the scarring.
“If I told you a dragon bit me in an epic battle would you believe it?”
“If you want me to.” She smiled.
He took her hand from his shoulder and held it tenderly.
“I fell on my sword as a young boy. Just after I got to the Order, I was carrying it around on my shoulder and I tripped. Sliced nearly to the bone.” He made a motion with his finger indicating what happened. “I was so excited to be there I wanted to put on a show for the Senior Templars. I was such a foolish child.” He laughed and took a sip of the Hissing Drake.
Nyss instinctively kissed the old wound. Then realized what she did. “Sorry, I … I have no idea why I did that.”
Cullen blushed. His face completely rosy. “I-uh- I..”
Nyss tried to shake off the moment. She straightened up and took a long drink of the Hissing Drake. “You know, maybe I should just not go back to Highever.”
“What would you do instead?”
“Go to Orlais, or better yet, head to the Free Marches. I’m sure I could find some sort of work.”
“Why not go back? You have still much to do.”
“Inform people I love of the death of their daughter, future wife and their child?” She looked at Cullen squarely.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and the light made his shadow behind him large. He cleared his throat, “At least I know you would be safe.”
“Then why don’t you come with me?” The words fell out of her mouth so quickly, she couldn’t pick them up. “I know I am young, but I know I would be very happy to keep you close.”
Cullen turned to her, and he looked into her eyes. The fire light illuminating the glow she naturally had. He wanted to say yes, for the first time in his life, he wanted to abandon the Order completely for a woman he only just started to know. He reached up, and pushed a piece of her wet hair behind her ear.
“Do not tempt me Nyssandra, My Lady. I am libel to do just so.” He whispered pushing his forehead into hers gently. “Then you would never be able to be rid of me.”
Nyss tried to examine his thoughts. Closing her eyes and pressing her forehead back into his. No luck.
“Once you leave me at the castle, I’m sure you’ll have other more important matters that will fill your life Ser.”
Cullen looked down and placed his hand on top of hers. He wrapped his fingers around hers and said quietly “Up until now, this has been the most important matter I have had. I can’t imagine something more profound, more exciting, or more enjoyable.”
Nyss felt her heart melt into her stomach. She was flattered, and yet did not know how to respond. She squeezed his fingers with her thumb, and he returned the flirtatious gesture.
There were no words they could share at this moment. They sat together in front of the fire in silence and drank more of the Hissing Drake while they waited for their items to dry.
What seemed like moments passed had truly been hours. Nyss got up to check on the clothes. The rain still pounding on the window panes. The sky had gotten darker, but it still was early in the day.
“Dry, mostly anyway. I’m still freezing!” She said excitedly.
“Why didn’t you say you were cold, I would have..” his voice trailed.
“Wrapped me in your strong Templar arms and held my naked body close while you recited the Chant of light to remain pure?” She cackled.
“How did you know?” He said putting his undershirt on.
“Oh I know you Templars, always innocent until BOOM you take advantage of the naive Castle Maidens.” She teased as she put on her sleeping trousers under her blanket.
“My Lady! I would never, and you can trust me on that.” He smiled.
She knew he was being funny but also serious. She did trust him, and she hated it.
Nyss threw on her jumper and a pair of socks. She laid out her sleeping roll and climbed on top and crossed her legs. She watched Cullen carefully as he sorted through what was left of his damp clothes and repositioned them to dry. He maneuvered his armor and his shield. She was curious.
“Can I feel your blade?” She asked.
“Of course. Be wary it’s quite heavy.” He said passing her his one handed sword.
She took it carefully and examined it. A true Templar sword, it had the Makers blessing after all she figured. It was perfectly balanced and weighed more than expected. “No wonder your muscles are massive.” She smiled.
“Here, try this.” He passed her his Templar shield.
Nyss stood and held both ready as to defend herself. She took a few swings with the sword and was knocked off balance by her own feet.
“This is far too cumbersome. I prefer my bow.”
“There aren’t many Templars who use those, but I assume there must be some.” He smiled. “Now give that back, anyone who has been drinking should not be wielding a weapon. And given how you just tripped on air, I’m concerned for my life.” He sheathed the blade once again.
Nyss laid back on the bed and Cullen started to get onto the floor.
“This is wrong.” She said, “There is plenty of room up here, please, you can lay next to me.”
“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.
“Cullen what’s the difference of laying beside each other on the forest floor or on a bed in a Tavern?”
“Is this a bad joke?” He smiled, “because I have no idea.”
She playful tapped him with her hand. “No I just mean we are drunk, we are fine. Nothing will happen. Well I may show you how to make shadow puppets.”
“Shadow puppets? Something you and Emmy did?”
“Of course, she taught me!”
Cullen stood up and laid out his bed roll on the soft bed. He climbed up next to her, and crossed his legs as she was. He could barely look at her. Her tunic was loose, but her back was to the fire place agin. Her form beneath her garment was womanly and smooth. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and not let go. He finally lifted his eyes to her face. Soft skin, tanned by the sun, the scar under her ear, her nose perfectly pointed and the slightest upturn. Her hair, now half dry wavy in front of her face.
“You are the most beautiful creature.” He said so quietly, he wasn’t even sure she heard him..
She had heard him.
She blushed.
Once he was settled Nyss grabbed a lantern and put it between them.
“Alright,” she said holding her hands above her head, “this is a bear.” She maneuvered her hands to form a creature on the ceiling. “This is a dove.” Again she changed her hands a a bird appeared.
“This is a rabbit.” Cullen happily joined in, “and this is a crown, fit for any queen.”
They both started laughing. “What’s so funny?” She asked.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He smiled.
“Well for me, Emmy and I would do this a lot when I was younger. She’d tell me stories and illustrate with pictures. It makes me happy to have someone else to share it with.”
“I laughed because I haven’t had this much fun in so long the last person I did shadow puppets with was Mia. Maker she’s amazing.”
“I believe it. You speak warmly of her. I love it.”
Cullen turned his head to face Nyss, she had laid down on her side and was resting her head on her hand. ‘Maker, keep me strong.’ He thought as he smiled at her.
She smiled back.
“Goodnight my fair lady.” He kissed her hand she just placed at her side. “Till tomorrow?”
“Do you wish to hear a story to help you sleep?” She asked.
“You tell stories?”
“Another thing we used to do together.” She shrugged, and turned to lay on her back.
“Then tell me.” He laid down next to her, and she started to tell him the story of the Black City and how the old gods were coming for their revenge.
She had been telling the story long enough that the lantern went out, and Cullen was happily sober again.
“Sorry, I must have bore you, I love ancient stories.” She said.
“No my lady. I could listen to you all my life.” He picked up her right hand in the dark and kissed it gently. He went to let go and she wouldn’t release him. Nyss gripped it tight, and rolled towards him, she placed her head on his shoulder and her opposite hand on his chest. She held him tightly to her.
“Goodnight my Templar.”
“Goodnight my lady.” He said cradling her in his safe embrace.
The rain had really interfered with their journey. The next few days were muddy and cold. Nyss continually tried to keep herself warm, and Cullen was doing his best to remain chaste.
Every night he slept with her in his arms, and every night he told himself he was trying to help keep her protected from the elements.
He knew it wasn’t true. He wanted her, he wanted to be with her. He did not want this adventure to come to a close. He had so easily become entranced by her, that he was willing to give her whatever she wanted to keep her as his ward.
Cullen’s heart began to tear. As much as he loved the Chantry, he was also falling victim to an emotional entrapment, one of which he did not want to let go of. He hated it, but also enjoyed being someone’s focus.
They were nearly done their journey and on this particular night Cullen insisted at stopping at a lake he had visited as a child.
The pair decided to take an early day to enjoy the spring and the lakeside. Nyss was more than pleased, she wanted to wash her hair and had been looking forward to it all day.
They set up their sleeping rolls and fire, let the horses graze, and then they both walked to the waters edge to start fishing for any sort of thing they could cook.
“Who taught the nobility to fish?” He asked.
“Fergus taught me. He made sure I could swim, and fish. No sister of his was going to drown easily.” She laughed.
Within a few minutes Cullen had caught enough fish on his simple line to have a full meal. He then wandered back to the campsite and laid them out and salted them to prepare them for when they would cook them.
As he did, Nyss took this moment to her advantage. She stripped to nothing but her small clothes and waded into the water with a bar of soap. Cullen came back and shielded his eyes. She laughed.
“What are you doing?” She called to him from the middle of the small lake.
“I want to leave you with your dignity in tact.”
“Oh my, come on, you could use a wash too.” She teased.
Cullen didn’t object, he was surprised at how easy it was to wear nearly nothing in-front of her and not be embarrassed. The water was cool on his skin, and it helped smooth his aches from riding.
“This feels so refreshing. It is almost like having a bath, just colder.”
“I enjoy this. I would swim here as a child when we passed by.” He splashed her with the crystal water.
“I can see why, it’s so peaceful, did you come here often?” Nyss asked as she lathered her soap and started washing her hair.
“A few times, my sister and I would play games together in the lake, and see who could hold their breath the longest. It was here my mother and father told us they had conceived us.” He laughed. “They thought it good luck after Mia was born.”
Nyss smiled and started to rinse her hair. The water ran down her shoulders and between her breasts like a water fall. Cullen was mesmerized. She could tell.
“Would you like the soap?” She asked, breaking his focus on her wet body.
He choked, “Ye-mmhm yes please.” He washed himself and then dove under the water.
Nyss couldn’t see where he had swam off too, so she looked around for him. Finally she felt something tug at her knees. She laughed. Cullen came up for air and wrapped his arms around her midsection. Then plunged them both under the clear waters.
Nyss fought to get back to the surface and Cullen had disappeared again. She gasped for air, but realized this was some sort of game he was playing. After a while they both tired and went to the shore. They laid on the sand there under the grey sky, drying off.
“You are too much fun you know.” She smiled.
“So are you. The fact you didn’t scream from the first time I pulled you under says a lot.”
“What do you mean?”
“You trust me.” He said quietly.
She paused, then spoke. “I do. It isn’t difficult to do so.”
Cullen smiled and laid back on the shore. He fiddled with a pile of rocks until he picked out one he liked. “In all this sand, there is a special stone. It reminds me of you, and our time we have spent together.” He said, “In all Thedas I never thought I would meet someone like you.”
She blushed, “Is that a compliment?”
“Completely.” Cullen didn’t know how else to respond. He longingly looked at the woman sitting next to him. He wanted to hold her, he wanted to for one moment forget what it was to be a Templar, and kiss the lips that he thought about for the last several nights.
He leaned in, and as he did, he could smell her. She smelt like beauty and sadness. He took his finger and ran it along the side of her neck where she had the scar. Her soft skin on his felt like a dream. Her skin responded and turned bumpy from eager anticipation.
Nyss shivered and Cullen remembered who and where he was. Nyss didn’t say a word, instead she moved closer to him. She placed her hand around his chin, and lifted her lips to his.
Cullen pulled back before they allowed themselves to enjoy the moment.
“I’m so sorry Cullen, I just..” she stopped, she looked ashamed.
“No, I know. I-uh-ugh.” He said taking her hand in his. He got up, and without a word walked back to the campsite.
Nyss sat there feeling foolish. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her head on them. ‘Did I read him wrong?’ She thought. As the hour went by she finally plucked up enough courage to go and sit by the fire with him. The sky had started to darken into evening, and she was getting hungry.
She sat down and Cullen passed her some fish. “Eat, you’ll need it.”
Nyss didn’t eat. She just sat there, trying to figure out what to say as she enjoyed her supper. Finally she spoke.
“Cullen look I…”
“No my lady.” He cut her off.
He Stood and walked over to her. He offered his hand down to her and she took it and stood in front of him. He led her back to the shore, and watched together the oncoming darkness as the dusk settled in.
“I - I have resisted up until now, but I’m afraid I cannot anymore.” He looked down to his feet. “I -Makers Breath Nyssandra you are absolutely something else. I’m a fool. I let the perfect moment escape.”
“No you aren’t.” She said softly, pushing his soft hair behind his ear, and caressing his cheek in her hand. “I am the one who should apologize. You are a man of Faith. I should never have thought you-never, ugh, never have.” Her words were stumbling from her lips. Cullen placed his hands on her jaw and put his thumbs on her lips as if to say, ‘it’s fine.’
“May I have the absolute pleasure?” Cullen asked.
“Are you certain?” He heart started to race.
“I have never been more certain in my life.” He whispered as he brought his lips home to hers like it was meant to be
The feeling in her stomach was one she had never had before, a sinking bottomless Feeling, where lightening bolts went off that made her legs weak. She didn’t want that his lips to leave hers. Cullen gently wrapped his arms around her lower back and brought her in closer.
Nyss couldn’t believe she was being kissed by a man, no less a Templar. She was cold, but his lips on hers made a fire ignite inside of her. She was enjoying every moment of it. He was gentle and firm, as she melted into him.
His strong arms pulled her even closer to him. Both of their breathing was becoming more rapid. Nyss knew he was her end.
Cullen kissed her nose and her neck. She let out a quiet moan of relief.
“This is what it means to fall.” She whispered as he kissed her scar.
She closed her eyes and let her body sink into him. She didn’t want him to let go. She wanted this to go on forever. She started walking backwards to their campfire. Each step, she was kissed, she felt more and more of a desire welling up inside of her for this man.
When they reached the campsite, Cullen gently let go.
“If I do not stop now, I’m afraid I never will.” He said still breathing rapidly.
“I don’t want you to stop. Ever.”
Cullen reached down and took her hand, and placed it on his beating heart. She could feel it was strong, pulsating through his body.
Nyss sunk down onto her bed roll and he on his, still holding her hand on his heart.
“Do you feel this?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“It has never beat like this. For anyone. It started during our first few days together and it won’t stop.” He kissed her finger tips. “You have done this to me.”
Nyss blushed. “You realize,” she took his hand and placed it on her heart. “You did this to me.” Her heart was beating through her chest. The burn in her soul wanted him all for herself. “These last few weeks have been shrouded in pain and anger, but you for some reason have helped me in more ways than anyone could possibly understand.”
Cullen for the first time in his life knew what it meant to be needed. He liked it. He wanted to be hers. He wanted all of her. He put his hand behind her head and wove his fingers into her hair. “You’re all I want.” He whispered pulling her closer and kissing her passionately in the fading light of his once bright campfire.
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Finding Misty after the Call
[Nibs]
Nibs had gotten the call from Hope and made his way over to the tent where he found Misty in her bed. He tried to shake her awake but she wasn’t budging which was odd. “Misty, this isn’t funny. Get up.”
[Misty]
Misty felt Nibs shaking her and hummed softly as she pushed his hands away. “You are making so much noise. I want to sleep.” She whined as she cuddled up to her pillow.
[Nibs]
Nibs let out a sigh of relief when she responded to him. He took off his shirt and slipped into bed with her. “You know I am warmer than a pillow right? More comfortable too.” He whispered while pulling her closer to him as he kissed her cheek as he rubbed his scent on her to get the scent of the club and others off her.
[Misty]
“Why are you doing that?” She asked as she looked at him. “Pillows are soft, your abs are hard…” She told him. “I want my dress off.” She pouted as she moved out of his arms.
[Nibs]
“You know you cuddle me, not my abs, right princess?” He asks with a small laugh. When he felt her moving out of his arms he just released more of his scent in the air. “You smell like the club and you should smell like me obviously.” Nibs explains before pulling her back down after he snapped his fingers to remove her dress and dressed her in her favorite cuddly pjs.
[Misty]
“Oh right.” She laughed before feeling her clothes changing. “Nibs I’ve told you not to use magic for things I can do.” She whined as he pulled her back into his arms. “I had so much fun. The drinks were really good. We should go together next time.” Misty suggested as she looked at him.
[Nibs]
“Yes but that would mean less time in my arms doesn’t it? And we can’t have that can we?” He nuzzled against her before kissing her neck affectionately. “Let’s go together then next time. We can make it a date.” He teases.
[Misty]
“Hm okay.” She nodded before giggling. “I also danced a lot. I miss dancing. I think I’m a really good dancer. These guys were dancing with me.” She said as she twirled her hair. “It was like…a dance threesome. We had a threesome…with Dylan.” She laughed. “Oh oh it’s so funny because the guy behind me was grabbing my hips and the guy in front of me put his knee between my legs.”
[Nibs]
“Mhm you are one of the best dancers. That is not the definition of a threesome princess and we don't have those anymore remember?” He asks as he tries to control his wolf from wanting to come out as she mentioned what the other guys were doing to her. “We can go dancing just promise me no more threesome dancing please.”
[Misty]
“Oh right…right…but they were fun. Threesomes are fun. I bet if we had more threesomes people would leave us alone. Like…um…when-when Ash was mad at you. We just could have had a threesome then he would still have you and I would have you. Though…if your dick is in him then his dick would have to be in me.” She said before laughing at the thought as she looked up at him. “Threesome dancing is a funny word. Threesome.” She said slowly before smiling. “I could feel how hard they were against me. Just by dancing.”
“It didn’t start out like that. I was dancing by myself and then this guy grabbed my hips and started grinding against me and this other guy came up to me and started like hm…thrusting into me. They were very aggressive.” She giggled. “I’m hot.” She whined.
[nibs]
Nibs tried his hardest to ignore her words since she was drunk but it became increasingly hard. “Or maybe you should have pushed them off you and just came back home to me so we could have taken care of that little problem hm?”
He was definitely going to go and kill those men when Misty was back home and taken care of. It’s hard to forget the stench of those men all over his wife. “How are you hot? You have nothing on? Did you want me to make you a cold shower or fix you something cold to drink?”
[Misty]
“That’s so sweet, no I’m okay. Well…no I’m thirsty. But you are very hot.” She said as she moved out of his arms and out of bed. She stumbled slightly before giggling and looked at Nibs as she processed his words. “But I was having fun. And they didn’t do anything. Hope broke one of their hands…it was really mean.” She pouted before stripping off the pajamas he gave her and standing in her underwear.
“You didn’t mind when-when Dylan helped me. You said you would share me with him. Remember?” She sang slightly as she pushed her hair out of her face. “Or when I was dating Finn and you didn’t want to fuck me when we were trapped in that cave and then I went home and Finn fucked me. It’s-it’s like that right? Well look…” She moved to pick up her phone and showed Nibs how many guys had put their number in her phone. “You can share me with them.” She giggled before taking her phone and back and responding to text messages.
[Nibs]
“That was when I owed him something. You helped me realize I owe him nothing. I wanted you in that cave. When you came to tell me about your engagement to him I had told you that I wanted to marry you and you were the one that didn’t call off your wedding because you wanted me. You called your wedding off because he was cheating on you. I am not sharing you anymore. We have been through this.” He said before taking her phone and deleting all the numbers before she could do anything about it. “You should get some rest. I will stay outside.” He said before heading outside.
[Misty]
Misty felt him taking the phone out of her hand and pouted before hearing his words. “Well if you wanted me, why did you pull away?” She asked. “I was pregnant Nibs…it’s not like I could just leave. I had more people to think about than just me and you. And it’s not like I was your first choice anyway. You asked Ash to marry you first.” Misty said before seeing him leave the tent and sighing.
[Nibs]
“You had a choice and it was our child. You had not even thought that maybe it could have been our kid and not his. I would have given up everything for you Misty. I never asked him to marry me or I never would have if I wasn’t being blackmailed and brainwashed. You always say that you weren’t my first choice yet even when we were friends I would put you above everything else. When I got into a relationship I still put you above everyone else. If they had an issue with our dynamic I got rid of them because I couldn’t lose you. Even if I never verbalized it, all my actions were me putting you before anyone else, maybe not in a romantic way as of yet but you had always come first. Always.” He said after stopping when he heard her words.
“Look, it's in the past and it doesn’t matter anymore. I pulled away because I had gotten scared. And when I realized what a fucking idiot I was I confessed to you in my tent. And you chose him. The only reason you didn’t go through with the wedding was because of him cheating. You only chose me because he cheated on you. You had the chance to choose me and you didn’t. I ended my engagement crap because I had finally put my foot down and the twins suffered for it. I made my choice on my own. I had chosen you. So don’t twist that.”
[Misty]
“You had a boyfriend Nibs. Why would I think it was yours? You weren’t around. I was being hit so I am so sorry if the last thing I thought was that the kid could be yours and it’s not even an issue because Ashton made sure it wasn’t. You used me multiple times to play your fake girlfriend despite knowing how I felt and you let Ash do it too just so you two would get back together. You don’t think I put you first? I only stayed with Ryan because he threatened to hurt you. I never told you about Finn because I didn’t need you getting into some stupid fight for me and I begged you to take Ashton back to save you drama. I fucking asked you not to turn and you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“You were scared? I told Finn I was in that cave with you and he…I was scared Nibs and I didn’t run from it. You did. Right…right the twins.” Her eyes flashed blue as she heard his words and she quickly sobered up as she just gave him a small smile, “If that’s what you think made me leave him, why are we together?”
[Nibs]
“You had a boyfriend too and that didn’t stop either of us now did it? You stayed with Ryan because he threatened to hurt me, I stayed with Ashton because Ombra threatened to hurt you and the kids. Same thing. Yeah and when you told him, you should have just left him. I am not scared of Finn. I have killed him many times for what he did to you.” He rubbed his hands over his face.
“Then tell me why did you leave him after he cheated on you and not before Misty? Don’t use the kid as a reason because we both know it’s not the reason. It’s an excuse but not a reason. You getting hurt and me teaching someone a lesson on how not to treat someone isn’t me getting into a stupid fight. Why would any fight I get into for your benefit be stupid? I can’t even believe you would think that. Before when you were with him you never stood up for yourself. But being with me has taught you how to do that hasn’t it? So you have no excuse to worry about me now. You are just as strong as I am and don’t have a reason to be scared. I have not had eyes for anyone other than you. And being found caught off guard by someone else’s actions do not count since you were also taken advantage of when off guard.”
“But we never did talk about that did we? Why you came back to me after he did that to you. I was your best friend and of course I was going to be there for you.”
[Misty]
“You can’t kill people that I fucking loved Nibs! He was there when after Ryan…you weren’t. You chose Ashton, as you often did regardless of Ombra. You could have told me about it at any point and you didn’t. I would have told you to be with me and that we could fight Ombra together, which we ended up doing anyway. That’s on you. Not me. I fell in love with Finn. I am allowed to say that as I stood by and watched you fucking tell Ashton over and over how much you loved him and how he was your mate. Ombra is evil but you are pretty fucking smart. You knew what saying those words would do to Ashton and to me.”
“This is so stupid. Not everything requires a fight. Not everything requires you to go out and kill someone because they did something to me. Ashton used me for sex and you dated him so…I think you pick and choose what affects you and what doesn’t.” Misty rolled her eyes as he made reference to the Maya situation and shook her head. “Really…I think you should just go. You are right, I am just as strong as you and I can defend myself against whatever happens tonight but I am fine now, okay? Go home. And I’m not asking.”
[Nibs]
“I tried to tell you so many times about it but each time I would find another bruise on you and you think that what Ombra was doing to me was going to just stop my concern for you? I told you so many times to leave him for hurting you. Also I was there literally after Ryan did what he did. You remember I was the one that went into there to save you, not Finn. You stood by and listened to me lie to Ashton yes. You slept with him once before we met. That isn’t him using you. It was a mutual understanding.”
“You can’t defend shit when you drink and you know it. That is why I don’t want you drinking out by yourself which you practically were according to how Hope was describing it to me. She had to drag you away from all the men that were grinding on you according to you. You gave your number out to random people who we don’t fucking know and nor do we know their intentions although it seems they made it very clear on the dancefloor to you. Everyone picks and chooses what affects them but they have no control over how much of a hold it has on you. No one does.”
[Misty]
“What are you talking about? Ash literally told you he was using me for sex and I didn’t see Ombra threatening you then. I didn’t say you weren’t there to stop him Nibs, I am well aware that you stopped Ryan. But you weren’t there afterward. Ash needed you, and you were there for him.” She replied.
“Aren’t you the one that says I’m not that same girl anymore? I don’t need you to babysit me when I go out, Nibs. Hope is our daughter not my guard, she is allowed to have fun and do whatever she wants when she’s out. You don’t get to decide everything. And I am surrounded by other people, so I don’t have to defend myself. I am going to sleep and I will see you in the morning at the castle.”
[Nibs]
Nibs was growing tired of the argument since it always had the same outcome. “You know what you are right. I am just over reacting again as usual. You seem to have this handled so I will leave you to sleep.” He says before shifting and leaving the tent.
[Misty]
Misty just sighed as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah okay, goodnight.” She said before making sure he actually left the camp before getting in bed.
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A heavy warmth fought with your will to stay awake, to enjoy Mirio's light, painfully platonic touches where your tummy met your hip, but multiple reruns of the Great British Baking Show were not exciting enough to engage your mind.
You didn't want to sleep. Once you did, you wouldn't be able to get this close to him again-- at least not in this suggestive orientation.
He was propped up on a few pillows, while his puffy chest acted as your own, his massive arms and thighs your blanket, so you could both watch the television and not take up the entire bed.
Tamaki stopped watching long ago. His back was turned to you and he scrolled quietly through his phone. Sometimes, he would turn it off and try to sleep, but it never lasted for longer than two minutes. He would go right back to mindless searching.
Your cheek hit the side of Mirio's slowly rising chest, eyes low as you stared at the other boy's wide, relaxed shoulders.
The funny thought to reach out and touch him invaded your mind, but Mirio's words running over your scalp sucked you back in.
"Sleepy?"
"No," You stretched, back arched with a big, inward breath and an even bigger sigh.
A stubbly chin bumped the top of your head and stayed there. Steady, even breath spread in tingly trails all the way down to the base of your spine, where something bulky nudged your lower back.
And he kept it there, pressed firm onto you instead of switching to another, safer, position where you wouldn't have to think about it so much. Big, thick fingers dragged, lazy and gentle, across the skin just under your accidentally raised shirt.
Your eyes started to unfocus much faster after that adjustment, lids falling before you could get angry with yourself.
"I think it's bedtime, huh?"
The observation didn't rouse you, but as he moved your torso to the bed, you groaned a quiet, "Noooo," and locked your arms around his middle before he could do the same for your tangled legs.
Mirio always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, so wanted, so included, you couldn't handle parting from him.
He gave a small chuckle and moved your legs, mostly so he wouldn't crush them as he shifted to his side, then pulled you effortlessly into his chest.
The weight of his bicep was heavy against the side of your head, but it was nice. Clean-man smell surrounded you.
"What are you doing?" The low vibration from his body buzzed you awake again.
When Tamaki's quiet voice barely reached your ears from under Mirio's arm, you understood the question was not for you.
"What? It's just so we don't--,"
He gave a short laugh, and there was movement, "You're seriously putting up an anti-gay barrier?"
"It's not a--! Whatever, dude," Tamaki sounded tired, disinterested, and possibly grumpy.
Mirio's irritated sigh was subtle, but unmistakable at your proximity.
Despite how perfect every bit of this was, you hated hearing them get tense with each other-- and would much rather give up your enjoyment so that they could be besties again.
It took some effort to wiggle your face out of Mirio's deep chest, to croak in a more tired voice than you were expecting, "I can sleep on the couch."
When Mirio looked down at you, his slight double chin was very cute, "Nobody's sleeping on the couch."
More moving around and the sound of a pillow hitting the floor, as well as Tamaki's still-not-happy 'There' made you flip around to see the commotion for yourself with a yawn.
There was plenty of room to not touch, or whatever reason Tamaki put the pillow there in the first place. When you reached out to feel the empty space, you could almost stretch your arm out all the way and still not touch him.
It was a little too far, you thought.
Mirio copied you and succeeded in grabbing Tamaki's veiny bicep-- you laughed into the covers at the side-eye he gave in response.
"C'mere, buddy--,"
"Mirio."
"C'mooon, (Y/n) wants you over here," His sly grin was very audible.
His inflection was a little weird, so you glanced up at him, and found a look you couldn't quite read. Tamaki was frowning when you turned your head back. Was this some kind of inside joke?
You didn't know if you should keep trying to grab him, because maybe he really liked his space. But Mirio knew him better than you, and he was still joking around.
Since he was right on the edge of the bed, you decided to take a handful of his shirt at the hem and give a soft tug.
"You're gonna fall off if you don't move over," You explained.
The harsh look in his eyes disappeared when he looked at you. His jaw worked.
He took too long to decide, and with sound reasoning -his wellbeing- in mind, you didn't feel too weird pulling him towards you by his waist.
Tamaki was lean where Mirio was a little softer; his tummy, for example, was solid and had zero give under your hand. That could've been the nature of his Quirk, but you had to stop yourself from thinking about it too much.
Thinking about your friend's rock-hard abs was weird, right?
"You can let go," He spoke gentler this time, no longer ticked off, next to you.
Your arm was resting comfortably over his middle. You forgot he was not as comfortable with that as Mirio.
"Oh."
To make retracting it not as awkward, you turned back around towards the more receptive of the two and crammed yourself back into his hold.
His head rested just above yours, his leg casually kicked over your hips while he talked softly to his buddy.
Their words slowly started to blend into letters, then sounds, then noises as you drifted off. You barely felt a kiss on the top of your head and a thumb rubbing little circles in your scalp.
-
Hushed whispers, or better said, the feeling of whispers dancing across your skin, stirred you from your rest. You had no semblance of what time it was, or even where you were for a moment.
"Yeah they do--,"
"You've been saying that for months, why would should I believe you now?"
"Because!" Mirio sighed, "You saw with that hand thing. You know."
There was another pause where you tried to go back to sleep, but they started talking again. You thought to tell them to be quiet.
"(Y/n)'s-- (Y/n)'s all about you, and they've been all about you for months. That's not gonna change in one night."
Your body heat was suddenly too hot. If you didn't get far away from here, you were sure you'd burn up and die. That was your biggest secret, spoken so casually.
"I'm not saying it did," Mirio brushed over it entirely, "Liking two people at the same time isn't super uncommon."
"I know," Tamaki grumbled.
If Mirio knew this entire time, did that change all of the kisses, the touches, the jokes?
An involuntary hand twitch, derived from your spiraling panic, gave you away.
Mirio's still hand on your hip rubbed, firm and even, in an 'Oh, hello,' sort of response. It began the lull of electricity downstairs, taken to a tidal wave when he shoved his thigh in between yours and pulled you like a ragdoll onto him in a single motion.
Your brow furrowed against his upper chest in the effort it took to be silent.
"Just come here," He whispered, hand temporarily leaving the covers to Tamaki.
There was a long bit of quiet. You thought, once again, to say something, assert the fact that you heard their conversation and that you were awake.
The chance was soon over. Through a series of small motions, there was a new set of hands over you.
Tamaki's willowy, chilled fingers grazed one shoulder, while his opposite arm wrapped around your waist from underneath. A new body pressed against you.
You gripped Mirio's back and tried not to claw him. He flexed his thigh, eliciting a silent gasp, and kissed your head.
His arm was moving on something behind you, and through his insistent 'It'll be fine,' 'They're asleep, just come here,' whispers, you got what he meant when Tamaki set his leg over your hips, his hips weighing on your ass.
It was one hard cock or another. There was no room for you to move.
Your teeth sunk into his chest to quiet yourself.
"Not bad, huh?"
Dumb on the sensation of the two of them, you almost responded with a pitiful answer, but Tamaki's voice, hot and breathy on your neck, stopped you.
"Fuck you, dude," He laughed.
"Well, if you're offering," Mirio suggested.
Sounds of deep, loving kisses followed their shared, quiet chuckles. It was somehow the least surprising thing yet.
The slow roll of his hips inspired Mirio's adjustment between your legs-- so that his hard-on was trapped against your own excitement, throbbing and pushing whenever Tamaki wasn't.
They were both pulling and stretching you in both directions.
Not only did Mirio clearly return your (apparently well-known) feelings, and Tamaki's own desire stood alarmingly intense, but they seemed comfortable sharing you and each other.
The thought hit your stomach hard and made you cling to your big, buff lifeline.
The longer you stayed still and struggled with keeping quiet, the more you realized how many times the boy behind you had to listen to your rants, sit through so many sighs and pining looks while he felt the exact same way about you.
No wonder he was pissed off earlier, and no wonder he was getting that out now.
His hand found the same spot on your tummy where Mirio had earlier, and though he felt completely different, it sent an identical, debilitating level of fire through your body.
You tried to curl, slow and undetectable, into the bulky muscle mashed against your face, but fucked up and flinched as Tamaki's mouth sucked a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
A large hand kept you still with a loving knead by the back of the head so that it didn't happen again.
Tamaki must not have felt it. He kept up his soft kisses, short and sweet, over your shoulder and neck.
You held your breath to not make any detectable noise. It felt foolish, considering how close he was and how sensitive his ears were. There was no way he couldn't hear your shaky sighs and strangled gasps at their pushing, pulling, grabbing, groping.
Fingers tangled and tugging at your roots, Mirio copied his best friend's kisses to the top of your head.
This was so much better than having to choose.
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{Harry….this show…the purple…I am a changed woman. Also this is a tame fic. More soft. Nothing flashy.}
Harry was quick to rush to his dressing room after sending his fans off with multiple air kisses and waves. He was ready to be back in his hotel room so he could call his love.
Tonight’s show left him feeling extremely confident and happy. The fans energy fed him to be louder and rowdier on stage. He read so many funny signs and sang happy birthday to some girls who, now that he thinks about it, probably didn’t actually have a birthday today.
He waited for his band to come off stage before giving them all a small hug and running to leave the venue before fans started crowding outside. His driver waited outside the venue waiting for Harry to exit. Harry couldn’t be more grateful for how quickly the driver was able to get Harry to his hotel.
Inside his hotel room, he closed the door behind him before letting out a long sigh. Walking into his room he was met with a beautiful bouquet of purple flowers. He knew they were from you which made his night even better.
He pulled his phone out to send you a quick text.
Just got back to hotel, you mind if I shower before calling you?
You do whatever you need to do my love. If you’re too tired, I can wait to talk to you tomorrow.
Never too tired for my princess, I’ll be quick in the shower then I’ll call you!
By quick he really meant a 45 minute shower to get the sweat grime off of his body. Harry lambert also requests that Harry has his outfit of the night hanging on a hanger right after the show to air out.
With his body clad in his favorite sweats and hair clipped back with one of your pastel hair clips, he climbs into the lush hotel bed. Your soft blanket you used on the tour bus sat beside him. He often snuggles with it because he like that it smells like your perfume.
You awaited your call from Harry clad in your own sweats, cuddled on the couch in the living that sat in front of the big windows that showed you the big ocean outside. The sun was finally coming down on your part of the country, three hours behind Harry.
The familiar FaceTime tune rung from your phone and you wasted no time answering.
“My bubby!” You exclaimed with excitement. His exhausted face pulled into a large smile, a soft blush smattering his cheeks.
“I’m so happy to see your face.” He comments. You were looking better than you did a few days ago. Your skin had a shine and you looked more at peace.
“We just talked a few hours ago silly boy.”
“A few hours too long.” He grumbled cozying into the blankets on his bed. You slipped a blanket of your own over your legs. “What have you been up to?”
“What do you mean? I’ve been watching you all evening.” Harry’s eyebrow shot up in surprise.
“You watched the show?”
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for nothing. You’ve got some really amazing and dedicated fans who live-streamed the whole thing. I watched you dance around on stage, quite scantily if you ask me.” You joke with him. Harry’s dancing was the highlight of your night. He shimmied and shook his butt for the audience and it was hilarious.
“Im never inappropriate. I put on family friendly shows.” He jokingly scoffs with his nose turned up.
“Mmm…right. Anyways, I saw you pick up some fun stuff as well. People were really throwing a lot up tonight.” You got worried watching people throw things at him on stage but you just had to trust that no one had any ill will or intentions.
“I did catch some fun stuff. Caught a pretty sunflower, a few boas, and some flags. That’s it. The usual things.” You saw the way his eyes were fluttering with sleepiness.
“Oh ok. Could’ve sworn I saw you play with some handcuffs on stage.” You chastise with a small smile. Harry’s eyes opened wide as he started to laugh.
“Oh yeah! I forgot about those. That was a weird one.”
“Well did you at least keep them? I could’ve found a really good use for them.” Harry tsks at you.
“You naughty, naughty girl.” He lets out a large yawn sinking further into his pillows. You could see the way he turns to lay on his side and grab the soft blanket beside him. You thought he would cover himself with the blanket but instead he brought the blanket just under his nose. He snuggled the blanket into his face- melting into the softness.
“Ok baby, I can tell you’re tired. Would you like me to leave you to rest?” You whisper softly. You wish you could be in bed with him, caressing his cheek to lull him asleep.
“No please don’t hang up. Just- just tell me about your day.” You could hear him drag his words as he struggled to stay awake. He needed a moment with you to feel grounded.
You listened to him though. You only got through a few minutes of your day before his hand went dead weight with sleep and the phone plopped on the bed beside him. You giggled quietly.
“Goodnight Bubby. I can’t wait to be with you again.”
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